Backfire - Spander Files

Spike’s tongue lapped slowly on his hot skin. Xander felt a little like a kitten being
cleaned by his mother. Almost felt like purring, if his body knew how. Then the
tongue moved to his crack and slid down, touching his entrance. And when did he
start thinking of that place as an entrance instead of an exit?
But it has good because it was soft. And when there was a little more pressure as
Spike pushed in a little bit more, Xander managed to gasp and groan at the same
time. He heard a matching groan come from Spike.
Then he was empty again and Spike was talking. “Now, there’s a combination of
flavors I haven’t tasted in over a century.” Xander turned his head to the right just
in time to see Angel lift his head and look at them both as Spike said, “Right,
Angelus?”
Angel growled and Spike laughed. Xander didn’t care about that now, though,
because Spike had put his tongue back where it was supposed to be. Xander lifted
his hips up off the bed and Spike was able to push that silk tongue in even more.
Xander didn’t know how he had managed to live his whole life without ever feeling
this before. Why hadn’t anyone told him? He felt perfectly okay with dying right
now. With Spike’s tongue in his ass. That’s not wrong, is it? Can’t be. Feels too
good.
Then it was wrong. Very wrong. Because those weren’t dull teeth that he felt on
that very tender spot on his ass surrounding the hole. Those were fangs. Sharp,
potentially intrusive fangs.
“Gah!” Xander screamed, and flipped over quickly, throwing Spike to the other side
of the bed, against the wall. “No, no, no! You will not bite me! Not there!”
Xander saw a look of shock flash over Spike’s vampire face, before it was quickly
replaced with dull amusement. “Wasn’t gonna bite you, you git.”
Xander pointed at him. “Then what’s with the grr-face and the fangs on me?”
Spike chuckled yeah, chuckled. “I was just tasting. Vampires taste better, taste
more, in their true face. Didn’t you know that?”