Jux_ta_pose

Xander was so very happy, he giggled incessantly as he pushed open the glass doors of "The Cauldron" bumping into a couple who were leaving.

Clapping his hand over his mouth, mumbling his apology while trying to suppress the giggles. The girl instantly leaning over to whisper in her partners ear while the mans gaze travelled slowly up his legs, settling on his chest for a moment before darting up to his face.

Xander winked, licking a stray bead of sweat above his top lip. Yet another sweltering night in California...and only about to get hotter.

An insatiable need like the finest sweetest honey imaginable, entwined around his tongue, suckled from long pale fingers.

Ignoring the gaping couple on the sidewalk he let the door swing shut behind him. A burst of sinfully cool air assaulted his naked skin as he entered the club. Instantly shrugging the duster from his shoulders, draping it lovingly over one arm as he slinked over to the 'coat check' lady.

Passing her the goods and tipping extra to make sure it was cared for, kept away from the others. Spike would find a way of rendering him of his limbs, the man was resourceful when properly motivated...possibly had favours he could cash in at anytime. Pesky chip would hardly be a hindrance...kind of foolish of him to taunt the vampire but, he was counting on his devotion to that coat to bring the man to him.
 

Cimmer

Of course, maybe he shouldn't have had all those beers. Stealing Spike's coat had seemed a good idea at the time but now? His reasoning might also be a bit on the fuzzy side, along with his vision. Could Spike track the scent of his coat over long distances? It had all seemed so clear when he'd first come up with his plan.
 
It had been fuelled in equal parts by desperation and long suppressed lust. He was tired of Spike ignoring him in favor of Buffy. He was at his wit's end. He'd dieted, lifted weights, cut his hair, let his hair grow, been nice and than been rude but all to no avail. Spike refused to pay any real attention to him.
 
Worse, Xander thought, when Spike did notice him, he tended to treat him like a brain damaged kid. Well, no more! Xander was no kid. He had needs and damnit, Spike was gonna fill those needs or, or.
 
Okay, here was where the plan fell a little flat.
 
Xander didn't have an answer for the or yet but he figured he'd steal the coat, leave a couple of clever clues and then wait for the sudden blast of inspiration to hit him.

Xander waived the bartender over and ordered another beer, a light beer. He had to keep his wits about him. He enjoyed the driving beat of the music, the sway of young bodies. He took a deep breath, ahh, twas a warm spring night and the scent of 'come and get me' sex
permeated the confines of The Cauldron.

He was feeling mighty pleased with himself, yes indeed, well until a certain blonde vampire appeared behind him with a low snarl and flashing yellow eyes.
 
"You've got two seconds to come up with my coat or I will make a new one out of your skin, whelp."

Xander swallowed heavily, inspiration could kick him in the ass anytime now.

Siege

The thumping beat of the music, the crush of the other sweating gyrating bodies, the flashing strobe lights…faded. Xander's senses focused on himself and the snarling blond vampire standing before him.

Xander would've sworn he could feel each drop of sweat as it trailed down his now bare chest, soaking the t-shirt tucked into the waist band of his jeans. Oh god. Oh god. Oh god. Coherent thought fled in the wake of a furious Spike. He'd expected Spike to be pissed but the vampire was beyond furious. Xander swallowed certain that Spike could smell his fear and the rapid fire beating of his heart. His earlier courage fled under Spike's hostile gaze.

"Sp-spike, I-" Xander began only to be interrupted when a muscular blond man, bare chested like himself drew Xander's slick torso back against his own, drawing him into the throng of bodies behind them.

Xander missed Spike's low growl when the man who held him offered up a short salute and smug smirk to Spike.

Xander was just thankful for the short reprieve, he was barely aware of the ripped blond behind him as he automatically swung his hips, gyrating his body to the beat of the music.

 Xander's eyes darted over to where Spike had been. Where did he go? A plan, he needed a plan. Shit, he sucked at plans. What was his earlier plan? Oh yeah, get Spike to follow him here, looking for his duster, than fuck him senseless. Stupid plan. Spike didn't want oblige Xander with a nice, hard fuck. The blond vampire wanted Buffy. Screw it. Xander couldn't deal right now. He turned to face the man he was dancing with.

The guy was hot tall, blond and built. What was the problem again? Oh yeah, he wasn't Spike. How could Xander forget the blonde vamp who didn't give a shit if he lived or died.

Shaking off his depressing thoughts Xander's lips widened in a `you're gonna get fucked tonight, big boy' smile that worked every time. Xander slowly slid his hands up over the man's torso, to link at the back of his neck, thrusting himself against the other man lewdly.

Xander leaned in close to his ear.

"What's your name?... HEY!" Xander shouted as he was dragged from the other man's welcoming arms. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

Xander tried to turn around, ready to rip into whomever had grabbed him, but cool arms held him tight. Wait a minute. Oh shit. Cool arms.

"Spike," Xander said, it was barely a whisper.

"Got it in one, mate," Spike replied even as he swung himself and Xander's bodies to the music, "and I believe we were discussing the whereabouts of my duster."

Prick. Spike had a ready and willing body in his arms, you'd think he would be more appreciative. Nooo! Always had to be something else, someone else. Damn the bleach freak. It's not like I wanted to want him. Xander's nostrils flared. Ignoring Spike's statement, he began moving more vigorously. Rubbing his ass against the vampire's groin, wishing there was hardness there, answering the hardness of his own cock which had begun throbbing mercilessly as soon as he'd realized he was in Spike's arms. Pressed up against Spike's body. Breathing in Spike's scent.

"Let me go," Xander said sullenly as he stopped moving, wishing he'd never done this. He was so stupid sometimes.

Instead of releasing him, Spike twisted Xander in his arms, so that the youth faced him.

Xander slightly arched his hips away from Spike. He was already humiliated enough, he didn't want to add to his mortification by letting the blond know how hard he was. Spike just grinned up at him, pulling Xander's groin flush to his own.

"Already know all about this whelp," Spike said, grinding roughly against Xander's hard on. A blush spread across Xander's chest and neck, rising up to color his face. He bit his lip hard to hold back the moan that wanted to break forth as Spike continued to press against his rigid flesh.

He looked over Spike's shoulder, down at his chest, off to the side, anywhere but at the smirking blond who held him.

"I can smell it on ya," Spike leaned in to whisper against Xander's ear, "can feel yer eyes watchin' me and smell that ya get so hard it must hurt. All for me, eh, pet?"

He knew. This whole time and Spike had known. He'd known how much I had wanted him, yet he still treated me like shit. Still ignored me.

Xander finally looked up into Spike's eyes. He was pissed. Spike had been teasing him this whole time. Making fun of him. Xander's eyes narrowed evilly.

"You want your coat, Spike?" Xander asked trailing his hands up Spike's chest to hold his neck. "You want the Big Bad's duster back?"

Xander purposefully ground himself against Spike, this time making no effort to hold back his moan or the excitement coursing through him.

"I might know where you can find it. May be that I could help you, ya know, look for it," Xander whispered against Spike's ear, "might want you to be nice to me first though." Xander pulled back to stare into glittering blue eyes.

"Real nice to me," swallowing down his fear Xander leaned in and pressed his warm lips against Spike's cool mouth, nibbling and sucking at the vampire's lips. Wanting in, hoping to get in, wishing Spike would let him do this, just once. Spike didn't respond to the hot wet mouth working over his and Xander whimpered.

Would he ever get a taste of Spike?

Jux_ta_pose

Desire wound around his body, tight and unyielding. Need was definitely winning over any fear left in his brain. The beer still floating around so nicely in his system, made him feel just that much bolder.

He would have a taste of Spike or so help him he'd torch the goddamn duster . This wasn't something he was backing down from, he had what Spike wanted.

Lust coupled with alcohol, it was a potent combination and not one the bleached vampire was going to escape from easily...especially now ; Xander's emerging anger had made him that much more obstinate.

He struggled to get a firmer grip on Spike, grinding his hips closer, deeper. Rocking harder against the unresponsive wall of muscle. Frustrated but damn determined.

He suckled at those still lips, licked across their inviting plumpness to no avail. Slipping his fingers into Spike's slicked locks, yanking violently at one greedy handful as he bit harshly into his own lip.

The sharp sting made Xander cry out, blood flowed steadily over his wet lips and into his mouth, forgetting the pain he watched the vampire's face in giddy fascination. Spike's nostrils flared, his pupils dilated and his mouth watered. Golden eyes stared, mesmerized by the trickle of blood spilling over Xander's chin and down his neck. Spike growled. So very hungry.

A flash of movement and finally, oh finally Xander felt Spike's mouth, that cool tongue on his bare skin. Spike flattened his tongue against the sweep of Xander's throat, catching the glorious red trail as it flowed down his neck. Broad licks brought the heavenly liquor into his mouth, swallowing quickly Spike searched frantically for more.

Xander's eyes closed tightly against the assault, he arched his neck forward, groaning loudly. Spike's cool tongue followed by the heat of his arousal created a fiery path on his skin. He could cum just from the jolt of Spike's voracious mouth consuming him.

Spike swept his agile tongue inside, tilting his head sideways to find a more preferable angle to plunder that mouth. Xander chased his tongue, licking across his teeth, sucking and nipping at any piece of skin that collided with his mouth.

He had climbed up Spike's torso, his legs wrapped around the vampire's waist and was aggressively stabbing his erection at the blonde's growing bulge. He would have smiled when an image of Spike as a bucking bronco flashed across his mind...all he needed was a cowboy hat and some spurs. But his mouth was happily occupied.

A fleeting thought of how nice it was that Spike's demon strength could support him in times like this. Spike was such a skinny assed thing, oh god what fun he could have with those enhanced senses, super strength, gracefulness and most importantly that stamina that all demons were infamous for...

"Ouch " Xander darted his head back to stare in shock at Spike's ridged features. Spike unfastened Xander's hands from around his back, forcing those legs off his hips and stood the boy on his own two feet again.

Xander's finger was caressing his tongue where Spike's sharp fang had sliced it open. That really hurt.

" Mmm..what doooo fff youuu thinkkkfff youurrr doingggkkk ? " Xander inquired...sucking on his own tongue to quell the agony while his finger stroked over the cut in a pacifying manner.

Spike smirked at Xander, running his own tongue around the inside of his mouth before shaking off his gameface.

" You are quite the treat whelp...if not a little on the clingy side " arching an eyebrow at his little pet, grinning when the boy finally grabbed a clue.

" You..." Xander was mortified. He couldn't think of a sarcastic enough insult to cut the bleached wonder down to size. Clenching his fists at his side he childishly wished for the Hellmouth to open a portal under Spike's feet and swallow the vampire whole.

To lose even his ability to administer a simple cutting witticism back at the blonde menace...what had he been reduced too?

" S'been, well," Spike paused, staring pointedly at Xander's bulging groin; he met Xander's furious eyes and smirked at him, "interestin' pet...but people to scare an' all. No worries, mate, find me own way out, I can."

Spike grinned at the boy, then held up the yellow coat check tag. Xander's hand flew to his back pocket, even though he already knew it was empty. "Just pick up me duster on my way."

The bastard was obviously trying not to fall about in laughter as he stepped backwards away from Xander. Shaking his head as he licked his lips, immensely pleased with himself. His little game had been a riot.

Spinning on his heel Spike snagged a cigarette from the mouth of the Adonis who had been brave enough to snatch Xander away from him before. The enraged man wrapped his fist in Spike's red silk shirt but promptly let go when the vampire flashed a bit of fang in his direction.

Unfortunately, the guy must have misplaced his courage because the sharp scent of urine rose up as a wet spot spread down from the crotch of his pants.

Much to Spike's amusement and disgust, he wrinkled his nose as the man tried to shield himself from further embarrassment. Spike arched an eyebrow at Xander before sauntering off the dance floor to collect his beloved duster.

Xander just stood there fuming, fused to the spot, his brain screamed at him to do something about the tragedy that was his life.

Cimmer

Right, that was it; Xander was leaving the building folks. Lousy, good looking, stinking, sexy blonde vampire; as if he didn't have enough to put up with in his life. Just once, couldn't he have the hot's for someone who would return the favor?

Xander nursed his wounded tongue and pride as he wove his way through the crowd, ducking and bobbing in the patented Scooby evasive manoeuvre mode. Hell, he didn't even know why he was doing it; habit maybe. It wasn't like Spike was following him and no one else really gave a damn.

Xander breathed a sigh of relief upon exiting out the back door. The relative chill of the night air helping to cool his temper. He closed his eyes, leaning against the rough stone of the alleyway for a moment before languidly slipping the t-shirt over his head, letting the faint breeze play across his chest, barely caressing his nipples.

He took a deep calming breath but like a bad penny, Spike's smirking visage was branded in his brain. He growled, slamming his hand against the building wall, cursing as he bruised the palm against the rough stone as his hard won calm fled. Another mark against Spike.

If he had any guts at all he would turn around, go back inside and find someone else to take home for the evening, like that guy he'd been dancing with earlier, only braver.

Yeah, why not? Why not got back inside and pick up some hot number for the night? Xander could do that, couldn't he? He felt his shoulders slump; no, he couldn't. He didn't have the guts.

He was Xander Harris, the Whelp, the Puppy, the Zeppo, the Donut Boy; women used him as a appetizer or a sex toy.

He'd never wanted that, but he'd been young and hey, free sex. But now, when Xander had finally found someone he wanted, Spike didn't want him. Hell, it was ironic because in Spike's case, he'd settle for sex toy.

He hesitated briefly, but then "Screw it!" He was cutting his losses and going home. He was going to spend the evening hardening his heart against, well everything. People, especially blonde vampires, were going to see a whole new Xander Harris come morning. Yes siree.

Xander straightened his shoulders and made it about ten feet down the alley before a sarcastic voice sing songed out of the darkness "Hey little boy, what ya doin out and about on your own? Didn't your mother tell you that little boys shouldn't be out at night by themselves?"

Xander turned slowly with a hard eyed stare and a cool smirk to face a posse of three vampires emerging from the shadows.

"Oh boys, you picked the wrong meal in a real big way." Xander crooked a finger in invitation. " Bring it on."

Xander made a show of cracking his knuckles before pulling out Mr. Pointy Jnr.

The three hesitated briefly upon being presented with a meal that was going to fight back but than the leader laughed confidentially, swaggering forward and coming within five feet before halting abruptly and scenting the air. He smelled the sweet scent of blood tinged with the heady scent of arousal and despair; an aphrodisiac to any demon. Unfortunately, he also scented the claim of a Master Vampire. Someone had marked this human as theirs.

The lead vampire glanced at his companions; they shifted nervously. They too had caught the marking scent. He chanced a quick look around; to hell with it, three against one was good enough odds. Besides, if this Master really wanted the kid, he wouldn't let him wander around on his own. He growled and the three advanced.

Xander watched the indecision cross the vampires faces. Hey, maybe he would be able to get out of this without a fight. He was a little disappointed; he really felt like kicking some undead ass tonight, big time. Then the three started to advance and circle and he felt himself slip into a loose limbed fighting stance and the cold smile that had never left his face grew.

Never mind, it was payback time.

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