Pairing: Spike/Xander of Buffy
Concrit: darkhavens @ slashverse.com
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be. No harm, no foul, no money made.
Notes: The continuing past and future adventures of baby!vamp!Xander.
Xander pressed deeper into the shadows and clutched the phone.
"Spike? I feel oogy."
Inside the building, Spike held up a hand and halted negotiations, stepping away from the table to take the call in false privacy.
"Oogy? Not much help, luv."
Xander sighed, uncomfortable. "It's like electric ants running up and down my spine! Is it Willow? Do you think she's managed to break the protective wards? Do you… Do you think she's cursing me right now?"
"She can only dream! No, what you're feeling is a Slayer on your tail. The tables have turned, Xan. You're being hunted."
The Whole Enchilada
"When you agreed to this, I didn't realise you'd be topping from the bottom! Are you trying to tell me Angelus let you get away with all this crap, because I don't think so, Spike!"
Knees hooked over Xander's shoulders, almost folded double on the bed, Spike shrugged, then shuddered as Xander's cock slid even deeper.
"You never said you wanted the whole Sire-Childe experience. I thought you just wanted a chance to bugger me silly."
"Well. Right then." Spike's expression shifted into innocent lust and neediness, with an underlying glaze of fear and worship.
"Please, Sire. Fuck me?"