Dirty Pool       by Spikedluv     

Xander straightened from watching the ball he'd just shot bounce off the felt-lined wall of the pool table and turned resignedly to face Spike. Instead of the smirk he expected to see-at the expense of his not-so-formidable pool-shooting skills - Spike was leaning against the wall staring intently at him.

"What?" Xander asked, glancing down at himself with a frown, wondering if he'd spilled his beer, or hadn't gotten all the cream from the Twinkie™ he'd snuck into The Bronze off his mouth. He licked his lips nervously. Nope, no tasty cream filling.
Spike didn't respond, and when Xander looked back up at him, the blond vampire was slowly running his eyes down Xander's body. When blue eyes finally finished their leisurely exploration of him, returned to his face, and locked on to brown, Xander's breath caught in his throat at the intensity of the other man's gaze. His mouth was dry and he swallowed hard before attempting to speak.

"Wh-what?" he asked again.

Without replying, Spike pushed himself away from the wall and walked over to the pool table until he stood shoulder-to-shoulder with Xander, Spike facing the table while Xander still faced the wall against which the vampire had been lounging just moments before.

"When we get home," he said, speaking slowly, softly, as he casually reached for the blue cube and chalked the tip of his cue stick, "you're gonna scream for me. You do know that, right, pet?"

Xander sucked in a deep breath as desire shot through him, but though Spike had to have heard him, he didn't react. He perused the table until he found his shot, moved around the table and bent over to line it up, then pulled his cue stick back. He looked up at Xander as he made the shot, not even looking to see if the ball went in, then stuck his tongue out between his teeth and flicked the tip over his lips as the ball fell into the pocket.

Xander swelled in his jeans. "Bastard," he hissed.

Spike smirked.

One hour later Xander knew he was in Hell. Spike had insisted they finish their game, and then made him play three more, all of which Xander lost in spectacular fashion. As if that wasn't enough, the vampire had taken every opportunity to brush against Xander so that by the time Spike asked if he was ready to leave, his hands were trembling so badly he could barely put his cue stick back in the rack on the wall.

He had managed to get through most of the evening with his sanity intact, but near the end of the last game, as he was bending over the table to line up his shot, Spike leaned down next to him and whispered, "What do you think about when you bend over the table like this, Xander? Do you imagine me caressing your ass, rubbing against you? Do you picture me ripping your jeans down and spreading your cheeks so I can see that inviting little hole of yours that just begs me to stretch it, fill it?"

Xander, already aroused and semi-erect from sly glances and barely-there touches, had immediately grown harder. When Spike moved away from him, he flubbed the shot and stood slowly, afraid that to move too quickly would cause him to come in his suddenly-too-tight jeans.

"Problem?" Spike asked now as Xander fumbled with the cue stick, in a tone that said he knew exactly what Xander's problem was.

"Yes, damn you," Xander growled.

Spike looked down at Xander's crotch knowingly. "Why don't we go home so I can take care of that for you?" he asked with a suggestive lift of his eyebrow.
Xander moaned as an image of Spike on his knees sucking him off flitted through his mind. "Cover me," he wheezed, making sure to stay close to Spike so he could hide the erection straining against his zipper.

***

As soon as they entered the apartment, Spike pushed the door closed behind him, grabbed Xander gently by the arm, and shoved him towards the door. Xander caught himself, but before he could turn, Spike was pressed against his back, molding his body to Xander's.

"Still hard for me, pet?" he breathed into Xander's ear, reaching around the brunette to cup his stiff prick.

Xander moaned at Spike's teasing touch, digging splayed fingers into the unyielding surface of the door as he instinctively pressed forward, grinding himself into Spike's hand. His heart was beating a tattoo in his heaving chest as he gasped for breath. He still couldn't believe how turned on he got when Spike talked to him like this. Spike's hand tightened on Xander's hard-on and he groaned as his head fell back onto the vampire's shoulder.

"S-Spike, please..." Xander bit his lip as Spike stroked his erection through his jeans while pushing his own groin into Xander's ass.

"Please what?" Spike purred, nipping at Xander's ear, and then in a path down his neck that had Xander seeing stars. "Tell me what I want to hear, pet."
"Y-yes! Oh, God, yes, Spike, I-I-I'm hard for you," he stammered. "A-al-always hard for you. P-please make me come," he begged.

"Mmm," Spike moaned into Xander's neck as he sniffed him. "You know I love to hear you beg, Xander."

Xander shivered as Spike licked his neck and then dragged blunt teeth along already sensitive flesh.

"What do you need, Xander?" Spike asked, his breath feathering coolly over Xander's skin.

"You, Spike," Xander breathed. "Need you... Ahh, God, God, Spike!" he cried as Spike made short work of the button and zipper on his jeans and shoved his hand inside, wrapping strong fingers around his aching cock. He jerked his hips into Spike's hand as the vampire slowly wanked him.

"N-need you... Oh, God that feels amazing! Need you in me, Spike," Xander finally managed to get out. Xander lost the capacity to speak when Spike tightened his grip around his penis and slid the other hand beneath his shirt to tease his nipples while his lips and tongue continued to suckle at his neck.

Spike suddenly swung Xander around, manhandled him across the room to the table, and bent him over it. He tugged Xander's jacket off and let it fall to the floor, then slipped his fingers beneath Xander's waistbands and pulled jeans and boxers down to his knees. Once Xander's ass was bared, he slowly, reverently dragged the palms of his hands up the back of Xander's thighs. With a moan, Spike quickly removed his duster and tossed it towards a chair, then knelt behind Xander and spread his cheeks. He blew on Xander's hole, and Xander stiffened in anticipation, his hands gripping the edges of the table.

"Tell me," Spike demanded.

"Y-your tongue," Xander said. "Please... Oh, God, yes!" he cried as Spike licked a trail up his crack and across his eager hole. Xander whimpered. "More," he pleaded. Spike lapped at his hole, slicking him up, loosening him, then shoved his tongue into him without warning.

"Yes! Yes. That's...that's... Spike, your tongue. Love your tongue," Xander babbled. "Eat me. Eat my ass," he half begged, half demanded as he pushed back against Spike's face. "Feels...fucking...amazing. Fuck...your tongue...fuck me. God, harder, Spike!"

The sensations Spike was creating, on top of the arousal he'd been feeling for the past hour, had Xander lifting one hand from the table and reaching for his own throbbing erection. Spike reacted quickly, pulling his face away from Xander's ass and slapping at his hand. Xander whined his discontent.

"Don't touch yourself," Spike commanded, smacking his ass lightly,
Xander whined again, low and deep in his throat, the sound breaking off when he felt Spike move away and heard him digging into the kitchen drawer they kept the lube in. His breathing grew heavy with expectation and he dropped his forehead onto the tabletop.

"Spike, please," he begged, the sound of his voice muffled by the table. Spike didn't respond. Xander shuddered with desire, knowing what Spike was waiting for. "Please, fuck me. Wanna feel you inside me. Your fingers, pushing and stretching. Touching me, rubbing that spot, over and over. Yes," Xander hissed as Spike slid a lubed finger inside him.

"That's it, Spike," he encouraged his lover. "Fuck me. Mmm, yeah, more," he begged as Spike inserted a second finger. "Feels so good." He pushed back as Spike pushed in, moaning and trembling as Spike brushed his prostate. "Yesss, so good, more."

Spike inserted three fingers and the burn was exquisite.

"You're so bloody tight, luv," Spike groaned as he worked his fingers into Xander's ass.

"Oh, yeah, Spike," Xander said, wiggling his ass in an attempt to further motivate the vampire. "Harder, yeah? Do me good, Spike. Fuck..."

Spike stroked his sweet spot.

"...me," he finished with a gasp. "Oh, fuck me!" Xander cried, pushing back and fucking himself on Spike's fingers. "Oh, Spike, you son of a...," Xander wailed as Spike withdrew.

He heard the blond undoing his belt buckle, unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans, and then there was silence. He grew impatient and looked back over his shoulder at the smirking vampire.

"Spike," he commanded breathlessly, "get your cock in my ass. Now."
"You sure, pet?" Spike asked, looking at Xander through his lashes as he slowly wanked himself.

"Yes. Positive. Fuck me. Now. Want...*need* to feel you inside me, filling me, taking me..."

Xander broke off as Spike stepped up behind him and grabbed his hips, moaning as the vampire pushed and filled him, not stopping until his balls brushed Xander's ass. Spike stood unmoving behind him, allowing himself to adjust to the tight, hot sheath of Xander's ass while Xander adjusted to being stretched. Xander clenched his muscles and Spike groaned, his fingers digging into Xander's hips.

"Oh, yeah," Xander breathed. "That's good. You're good. So..."

Spike pulled out and pushed back in.

"...fucking good."

Spike pulled out again and began to slowly and steadily drive into Xander. He tightened his grip on the table to keep from reaching for the erection bouncing against his stomach with each thrust.

"More," he demanded. "Harder, Spike. Fuck me harder, please. Need to feel you deep inside me, splitting me open..."

"Mine!" Spike growled as he sped up his thrusts, slamming harder and faster and deeper into Xander.

"Yes!" Xander agreed. "Show me, Spike. Take me...make me yours. That's it, Spike," he continued, "fuck me hard."

Xander's words were silenced when Spike changed his angle enough to brush over Xander's prostate each time he plunged into the brunette's ass, his breath coming out in harsh pants.

"Oh, God, yes," he managed to get out just as his body stiffened and white lights exploded behind his eyes.

He screamed as his orgasm ripped through him, felt Spike become unnaturally still behind him, the only movement the pulsing in his ass as the vampire flooded him with cool release, and then his body slumped onto the table, shuddering with the aftershocks of his orgasm. Spike lowered himself to Xander's back, and kissed a spot between his shoulder blades.

When he was feeling more in control, Xander unclenched his fingers, stiff from the tight grip he'd had on the table, and flexed them. Spike was rumbling his satisfaction against Xander's back, his hands lovingly massaging the hips he'd bruised, his softening cock still buried inside Xander's ass.

"Told ya you'd scream for me, luv," he reminded Xander smugly, before placing another tender kiss on his back.

"I *always* scream for you," Xander retorted breathlessly.

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