Backfire - Spander Files

“Evil vampire,” Xander stated simply.
Spike cocked an eyebrow.
“Evil vampire wants me.” The smile broadened.
Spike scowled and shifted into game face. Xander’s smile didn’t break. The
vampire found an unmarred space on Xander’s neck and ran his fangs across the hot
skin, leaving thin traces of blood in his wake. As he did so, Xander gripped the back
of Spike’s head and held him in that position. Spike had no choice but to lick away
the blood the he had exposed.
“Wants me,” Xander mumbled into Spike’s ear. He felt the vampire-face fade away
and a smooth tongue lick his ear. They each suckled there for a few moments.
Shortly Spike was pumping his hips, then fumbling between them for buttons and
zippers. When Spike lifted off of him slightly to remove the offending garments,
Xander took advantage of the vampire’s off-balance-ness and flipped them over.
Spike seemed too startled to protest as Xander finished the job of disrobing them.
Shoes took longer than he expected, but Spike waited patiently, and once they were
naked, Xander settled himself on Spike’s thighs. He sat back and scrutinized the
body beneath him. He ran his fingers and palms over the cool flesh, cupping the
angular bones of Spike’s hips and ribs, kneading the tight muscles of stomach and
chest.
He wrapped his hands around each side of the vampire’s neck, just above the collar
bone, and lowered himself onto Spike’s chest, his face hovering above blue eyes
which reflected his own lust. Xander shifted his hips until their cocks were lined up
next to one another. He thrust gently once, then stilled.
“This is good?” he asked. Spike smirked at him.
“Any doubt?”
“I don’t mean this.” Xander pumped his hips a couple more times, stilled again. “I
mean this.” He closed the small gap between them and kissed Spike with the heat