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Two seconds later, Spike had Xander in the dirt and mostly undressed. All thoughts<br />
of the dead girl disappeared. Empty gold eyes bore into Xander’s as he tried to<br />
recognize the human part of the demon that was about to fuck him. He also tried to<br />
relocate the part of himself that allowed him to feel fear, because Xander had never<br />
been fucked by the demon before. Not seen the face until Spike was about to bite.<br />
Would this time be different? Could vampire-Spike control himself enough to not<br />
kill Xander? Could Xander bring himself to care?<br />
As it turned out, Spike did have the where-with-all to use the lube that was in his<br />
pocket. Then Xander was disoriented as he was flipped over onto his stomach and<br />
pulled roughly up so he was positioned on his elbows and knees. And the lube was<br />
used, however, Spike just coated himself with it, and it wasn’t until Spike’s cock<br />
was breaching his tight ring of muscle that Xander realized that he had not been<br />
prepared.<br />
“Fuck, Spike, wait-” was all he got out before Spike pushed all the way in, in one<br />
long smooth semi-slow stroke. Xander’s harsh gasp sucked in all the air in the small<br />
space. He managed to feel hollow and full at the same time, fingers digging into the<br />
dirt as Spike started moving, each thrust more powerful than the last.<br />
And it was powerful and hard, but not harsh or violent. Spike had the talent and<br />
control to make it good, so good. The only thing Xander didn’t like was facing the<br />
dirt. He wanted very much to be watching this demon fuck him. Wanted to see the<br />
fire in those gold eyes. Wanted to feel connected and complete. Instead, he closed<br />
his eyes and just felt it.<br />
Soon he felt his climax building, thanks to Spike’s hand punishing his dick with the<br />
same force that his ass was receiving. And when the fangs entered his neck, he was<br />
overwhelmed with the same comfort that the bite always brought him. A clear<br />
mind, a sense of wholeness, power, control, and of course, general orgasmy<br />
goodness.<br />
When he was spent and the world came back into focus, he still had a vampire<br />
attached to his neck. Still sucking.<br />
“Spike,” Xander whispered, finding his voice a little rougher than he remembered.
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