24 Hours
by M.B.

Author Name: M.B.
Email Address: xander_fan_2003@hotmail.com
Title: "24 Hours" Part One: "Xand's the MAN"
Spoilers: This series is set in season 4
Warnings: Explicit Adult material
Rating: NC-17
Distribution: Share this with whoever you want. Please let me know if it is given to another archive so I can check it out.
Feedback: All is welcome. Email me.
Additional Notes: I really love Xander and though this was a cool idea.
Summary: Xander has a great time


"So. Spike's here. Does that mean we can't...?"

Anya lay on Xander's bed, pouting.

"Not necessarily. Look what I got."

His eyes on his girlfriend, he finished tying the final knot and rushed to a drawer. After a second he retrieved a thick, black blindfold.

He walked back to Spike and covered his eyes.

"Hey!" Spike protested. "I'm not having you two love birds shag with me tied to this chair!"

No one was listening. Xander joined Anya on the bed.

Anya looked at Spike. "Won't he hear us?" she whispered to Xander. "Aren't vampires supposed to sleep through the day?" he whispered back.

With a sigh the dark-haired boy lay back on his bed and Anya joined him, relaxing in his strong, bulging arms. They started to kiss and soon their unwelcome guest began to snore. Anya stopped, listening and began to giggle until a large hand clamped onto her breast. Xander sat up with her and slipped his hands under her tight tank top, lifting it up over her head. They kissed again. He forked his tongue into her mouth and carressed her own, gently, tenderly, then violently as his hand found her bra-clasp. He removed it with ease and she lay back. He buried his head in her chest and she smiled at the sweet scent. Xander.

Soon she was completely naked. She lay and watched him remove his own clothing, spreading her legs, unable to contain herself at the site of the large, chisseled form of his upper body. His huge abs bulged as he bent over and removed his pants, and socks, leaving only his tight, white shorts. He whipped them off and thew them over his head.

Spike woke with a start as something landed on his face. He couldn't make out what it was but the smell was unmistakable. Xander. He was about to protest when he caught another whiff of the item on his face. He was silent, pretending to sleep.

Xander had his girlfriend moaning with pleasure in no time. With Anya, he had become a master at foreplay - she was newly human and willing to do anything. He went for a visit between her legs and lapped at her sweet hole. She was screaming in no time. Xander didn't want his parents or his captive to hear his goings on in the basement and fumbled on the floor for a remote, not leaving her juicy haven. He looked up for a second and found the right button. She looked down at him, eyes glazed, cheeks flushed, gasping. "brace yourself," the young man smiled. "I'm going in." Xander dived back into her. He turned on some music and increased the volume then discarded the small remote.

The vampire listened intently. He inhaled deeply, pulling the scent of the boy into him and silently cursing when his lungs filled and he had to exhale. He did this quickly, sharply and then began to sniff the shorts again with long, slow breaths. He didn't need to breathe so he could inhale for a long time but when his lungs filled with Xander's oh-so-sexy odour, he felt like he could die, hating to release the boy.

Xander lapped up Anya's sweet, flowing juices, eagerly and Anya was tempted to compare him to a dog until she opened her eyes again and saw the sexy, muscle-bound stud who lay between her legs. She groaned with pleasure as he moved, trailing his tongue over her body as he trekked to her mouth. Soon he reached his destination and they kissed again. This kiss wasn't like the previous ones. This kiss was deep, wet, long, passionate - his secret weapon. Anya melted and felt a hard object rub against her thigh. "Second secret weapon," she thought...

TBC...