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Okay.

I can kill demons. I can kill vampires.

I can kill.

And I'm fucking *horny*.

The music doesn't help. It's drumming through my veins.

**I want you to remember
a love so full it could send us all ways
I want you to surrender
all my feelings rose today***

The witch has gone home and the boy is looking *real* good. And bored. He's bored. And excited from the fight. We both are.

Fuck. He *is* cute.

**the chemicals between us
the walls that lie between us
lying in this bed the chemical is placed
there is no lonelier place
than lying in this bed.***

I rise from the bed and walk over to him.

He's just sitting there on the sofa. Legs open. I walk between them. I move in close and give him a chance to move. He doesn't.

**I want you to remember
everything you said
every driven word
like a hammer hell to my head
the chemicals between us***

I lean in and kiss him.

It's not an easy, soft kiss. It's a deep demanding one. I mash my lips to his and thrust my tongue into his mouth. I'm not playing. I don't want to play. I want to fuck. I want to fuck this boy. I don't know if he knows what my kiss means and I don't care.

He accepts it when he opens his mouth to me. Too late. He'll know soon enough.

I keep my tongue in his mouth, playing with his, as my hands reach down and undo his jeans. No struggle, no protests. Good. I have no idea how much it would hurt if he *did* choose to struggle. I don't care. At this point, I'm fully willing to fuck him despite whatever pain it might bring me. I don't want to kill him. I don't even want to *hurt* him. I just want to fuck him. I *do* want him to fully enjoy what I'm about to do to him, so maybe that counts as far as the soddin' chip is concerned.

I pull out his fully erect cock and caress it. I drop to my knees and take him into my mouth. I sink my mouth down until my chin rests on his already tightly drawn sac. I suck. I draw up and he cries out.

Good.

I want him to love it.

I flick my tongue over his engorged head and sink back down. I repeat the action. Sucking him in and out of my cool mouth. He loves it and I love the taste of him.

**we're of the hollow men
we are the naked ones
we never meant you harm
never meant you wrong
I'd like to thank
All my lovers.lovers.lovers.all of my lovers***

I reach my hands under his knees and push his legs up and over my shoulders. He's wide open for me as I continue to suck him. I bring two fingers into my mouth as I suckle at his cock. When my fingers are wet and slick with saliva I place them at his tight rosebud.

Xander offers no protest.

Not even a whimper.

My fingers begin to push in. I rise up and place my mouth at his, kissing him deeply as I let my fingers sink into his hot tight depths. He jerks a bit but kisses me back. I place all my weight over him and kiss him. I let my fingers sink into him all the way, rubbing my thumb over his sac as I find, and massage his prostate.

"Like that, pet?"

Xander nods, but says nothing, pushing his tongue back into my mouth. I pull my fingers out and his ass follows, wanting more of me. I push back in, adding another finger. His ass grasps and pulls at them.

I grin and pull away. I stand away from him. He looks at me with wanting and dismay. He looks as if he'll cry or he'll attack me.

Either would be good.

I bend down and lick his cock. "Shh." I tell his erection.

I stand and begin to undress. I enjoy the spectacle of Xander laid out before, open and begging, as I rid myself of my clothes. He whimpers, but doesn't say anything. Maybe that's good. Maybe I don't want him to speak. Maybe the sound of his voice would make me come to my senses and make me stop this game I've begun. Maybe not.

Most likely not.

Naked, I lean in for another deep kiss. I place his knees over my shoulders once more. I take my erection in hand and place it at his opening. I move slow. I don't want to hurt him. I just want him. I push in and swallow his whimper of pain. But I'm in. I sink my tongue in deep as I push my cock into his hot, clasping warmth.

God's below but he feels good. So good.

I pull my mouth away from his. I run my tongue across his and along his cheek to his ear. "You feel so good, pet. Xander." I say his name, cause I know humans like that. Humans want to be wanted. I pull out of him and sink back in. I begin to fuck him. Faster. He makes no protest. No cries of pain. I move in and out of him harder. "Xander." In and out of him, faster and harder.

"Xander." I reach down and clasp his hardness in my hand. I run my hand over his head and pick up his own lubrication and begin to jack him off as I fuck him. He only whimpers in pleasure. I kiss him hard and begin to fuck him in earnest. My balls slap his ass and I start to pump his cock in time to my fast hard thrusts.

"Oh, God, Spike! Yes! Fuck me!" Xander cries out and wraps himself around me.

His words. His sweet, *wanting* words drive me over the edge. He is not just submitting, but wanting, and *needing*.

I speed up and fuck him as hard and fast as I can. Until I feel his hot release cover my hand. Until I feel myself tighten and spill my cool, dead seed into his hot depths. I continue to pump into him. Continue to ride him until I have nothing left but the hot words poured into his ear, telling him how good he is. How hot he is. How much he made me want him. How much he made me want to have him again. I let his legs slide down my body and I climb over him, so that he is laying on the couch with me on top, his legs wrapped around my thighs and his arms around my shoulders. He's hugging me close to him.

He soon falls asleep.

Men! I snicker. What are you gonna do?

He won't want to wake like this. It'll freak him out.

So I curl up closer and wrap myself tightly around him.

But that, too, will be good.

***the end***