Backfire - Spander Files

Halfway down the bed, a hand closed around his ankle and he was pulled
backwards. His lower half fell from the bed and he found himself kneeling over the
side, a hand pressed into his back and a heavy weight pushed against the back of his
legs.
Xander looked up at Spike and the expression on the vampire’s face caused white
hot fear to explode through Xander’s body. Because Spike was scared. He could tell
that Spike was trying to hide it, but even in vamp-face, Xander could see the panic
in his eyes.
The younger vampire started thrashing again. Blood flowed down from the metalencased
wrists, coating Spike’s arms like candy canes. He calmed down quickly,
though, and focused on the vampire standing behind Xander.
“Angelus, what’s the point of this? What will this accomplish, huh? Listen, let me
go, I’ll kill the boy, and we can leave this town. Got the bloody hell out of
Sunnydale. Nothing left for us here. Come on, mate. What do ya say?”
The weight left Xander, and he heard the very familiar sound of a belt and zipper.
He made another attempt to get up, but that hard heavy hand managed to grab both
of Xander’s wrists and twist his arms behind him and up his back, a move that
Xander was also all too familiar with.
With his muscles twisted like this, he was completely useless. He was still watching
Spike, who was watching Angel. “Spike,” Xander whispered out, but the younger
vampire didn’t shift his focus.
The weight had returned to the back of his legs, this time accompanied with the
hard cool skin of Angel’s cock, resting firmly in Xander’s crack. Xander’s face was
wet, even though he didn’t remember when he had started to cry.
“You’re right, Spike.” It sounded like Angel was smiling as he spoke. “This will
accomplish absolutely nothing. But you once told me that I had forgotten how to be
a vampire. Well, little fledge, I’ve forgotten absolutely nothing.”
Angel pulled back, and when he slammed forward, the pain was so fast and sharp
that Xander almost passed out. Shortly, he wished he had.