*****

"Spike, stop it. Please," Xander begged, his lips brushed the blond vamp's chin.

Spike pulled back for half a second to mutter two syllables with the maturity of a three-year-old. "Uh-uh." He turned back to the task at hand. Xander struggled, trying to find a way to escape this adventure in nastiness. He twisted and turned. Spike pushed him down on the bed and locked his knees around his waist, rendering him immobile. Even though the vampire was stronger, the mortal continued to fight.

As Xander squirmed, Spike continued to suck and lick at his prize. The boy wasn't struggling so much. Spike might have been wrong, he wasn't paying much attention to Xander - much more fascinated by the taste of the thick liquid seeping from the appendage on which he nursed - but he could have sworn Xander was making Xander-happy-noises.

Xander was squirming now in pleasure, he rocked his hips back and forth as Spike continued his oral expedition.

Xander's heart beat faster and the more of the liquid came as he got more aroused. He ground his hips in a circle and felt Spike's erection pressed against his leg copying his movements. With a strangled cry Xander found his release. Seconds later Spike followed.

Spike propped himself up on his knees and elbows above Xander and smiled. No, it was Spike. He leered. Not evil leering, no, he looked like he was about to tease.

Xander put his hands up. "What?" he asked defensively.

Still grinning like a madman Spike replied, "I can't believe you got your rocks off on that."

"Well you-," he began in defense mode.

"I'm a VAMPIRE."

"You looked like you were having a good time. I didn't want to disappoint you by not coming."

"Still," Spike said. "You got off on my licking your nose bleed and grinding."

-End-