Fic: The Boy Next Door: Happy Feet, Xander/Spike, BtVS, Prompt - Crawl

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Written for the tamingthemuse prompt of "Crawl".


Title: Happy Feet
Series: The Boy Next Door
Pairing: Spike/Xander, mentions of Ethan/Giles
Rating: Mature/Adults Only
Prompt: Crawl
Spoilers: None, all human AU
Warnings: Underage, manipulation, dark!fic, daddy!kink, child abuse, overall dirty!bad!wrongness.
Summary: Xander needs some help but Spike decides to help himself to Xander.
Word Count: 721

And, due to the LJ Boldthrough, I am sporting a new disclaimer for this fic, thanks to _sharvie_:

Disclaimer: No childrenz were hurt in teh making of this fanfic! *g*

Previous Parts.

Thanks to _sharvie_ for the lovely banner beneath the cut.






The Boy Next Door: Happy Feet


Xander cursed lightly as a drop of sweat fell in his eye. He swiped at his face with forearm briefly before reaching down once again. His fingers curled around the elegant, pale hips as if they were made to fit together, long calloused roughened skin drifting over sensitive skin pulled taut over the pronounced bone.

He paused for a moment, a moment to catch his breath and gather his thoughts. Of course, there weren't a lot of thoughts to gather at the moment. Since the moment they crawled onto the bed, the only thoughts Xander could hold on to were "Spike" and "sex" and "oh my god".

Spike's present was perfect; it was slick but not sticky, sweet but not cloying. A swipe of his tongue over slick skin gave Xander a hint of apple that made him hum low in his throat. That made Spike growl which made Xander shiver which made them both laugh.

An impatient grunt and a thrust of the hips below him brought Xander back to the situation at that very moment.

"Come on," Spike purred impatiently as he rolled his hips and sunk even deeper onto Xander's cock.

The sable-haired boy groaned as he was surrounded even further by the blistering heat of Spike's body. It was amazing, intoxicating, completely surreal. Gripping the hips tightly, Xander pulled out, mesmerized by the slid of flesh over his cock, the sight of the stretch of Spike's hole over his length, until just the head remained buried within. Then he pulled with his hands while he thrust forward with his hips, sinking completely inside once again.

They moved, slow and steady, as Xander took his feel of the sensation of fucking his love. He stared down to where they were joined, not knowing what else to do. He'd asked for a different position, wanting to see Spike's face, taking the older boy like he'd been taken so many times, but the blond boy had insisted that this was better for Xander's first time.

Xander was happy that Spike was right. As far as Xander was concerned, from now on, Spike could always be right because this was heaven, perfection, and now he could die happy. Not that he was ready to die, not until he got to do this again and have Spike do it to him again. He wanted to feel the stretch and burn as Spike thrust inside him, forcing his length inside Xander like Xander was doing now.

Finally, Spike'd had enough. He growled and thrust back against the boy buried inside him.

"Fuck me, Xander," he demanded. "I need you to fuck me. Need you now."

The breathiness of the other boy's voice was exhilarating and Xander thrust forward compulsively, needing to take and fill. He growled as pulled back before slamming forward, the breath in lungs forced out of his body in a needy grunt. He continued to take the boy beneath him, rolling and thrusting, forcing them to crawl across the bed with his passion.

It was too much, not enough, until Spike threw his head back and shouted, "Xander, now!"

The boy reached down to wrap his fingers around the neglected hardness hanging below Spike and began to stroke it in time with his thrusts, just like Spike had always done for him. Suddenly, the blond head flung back and Spike moaned long and low as he spilled over the rough fingertips.

Xander followed close behind, unable to resist the pull of Spike's cries and heat. He came hard, gripping the other boy's hips so hard his fingers ached and he wondered if Spike would have bruises that would match Xander's own.

They collapsed on the bed, Xander still buried deep within the other boy's body. Xander chuckled when Spike groaned under the larger boy's weight. They rolled until Spike was curled around Xander's body like the younger boy always did at night.

"Happy birthday?" Spike asked quietly against Xander's chest.

"The best," Xander answered, the smile on his face stretching from ear to ear.

"Am I forgiven?"

"Yeah...but Spike?"

"Yeah."

"I won't forget."

"I don't expect you to, Pet."

"You don't?"

"Nope. It's why I love you."

Xander's feet wiggled happily below the sheets at the proclamation as he slowly drifted off to sleep.

Tbc...