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Mad, Bad, and Dangerous to Know	By : ObscureEnough Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > Slash - Male/Male > Spike(William)/Xander > Spike(William)/Xander Views: 4416 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Mad, Bad, and Dangerous to Know
- 2-Chapter Two
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Notes: Thinking about this, Xander is technically underage, so that probably should be noted. Also there is the consideration that he is possessed, so some may argue consent issues. Just saying…

Spike wandered along the road, wondering what to do with himself. He was trying to avoid the Master and Darla; well avoiding the first wasn't that hard, being stuck in a mystical what's-it, but Darla was a royal bitch, and someone he never wanted to see again. He wasn't sure why he was on the Hellmouth, other than to sight-see, boast about visiting which was nonsense. Sure the air was invigorating, and the populace stunningly stupid, but it was still California, and what was fun about that? What he should be doing was making his way to Europe, to meet up with Drusilla, but, no, she had to have some time of her own, traipsing around the ancient cities of the Old World.
He sighed. What did a vampire do for fun around here?

Xander slunk along the street, feeling unsettled. He'd prowled around the Bronze, checking out Buffy and Willow (what the hell was she doing in the pack?) and meeting up, however briefly, with the rest of his pack. He'd eaten (real food, not that crap Buffy was eating) at home, and gone to bed, but he couldn't sleep. So he'd gotten up, gotten dressed, and left.
He wandered down the street, trying to figure out what he could do for fun. The Bronze was closed, and the only bar that would serve him smelled like an open sewer; not fun when you could smell as well as he could right now. Speaking of smelling… He lifted his head to scent the air: something … interesting was wafting his way. Death, leather and cigarettes spiced with something masculine and vastly intriguing. He smirked, and settled down to hunt.
It didn't take long to track down whoever it was that smelled so damn tasty, and it turned out he looked as good as he smelled. Lean, blond, and wearing a long, leather jacket, the other man looked back at him with a curious expression on his face.
"Who are you, then?" the blond asked, circling close to Xander.
"Xander," he grunted, taking the other man's scent in. "You? You're new here."
"Name's Spike," the blond nodded. "What are you? You're not human, that's for sure; you smell … wild."
Xander growled. "I'm human. Just … not plain human anymore," he smirked. He pivoted to face Spike, and wrapped his hand around the back of the other man's neck, and pressed his face in to the white hollow. He lifted his head and took Spike's mouth in a hard kiss. Spike, not one to be backwards in coming forwards, opened his mouth and growled into the kiss, sliding his hands around to cup the dark-haired human's butt. Xander showed his appreciation by pressing forward and grinding against the lithe blond.
Spike pulled back. "My place is just up the street," he muttered. "Unless your place is closer, we're going there, now."
"Sounds good to me," Xander smirked against Spike's lips. "Well…" he prompted.
Spike laughed, then grabbed Xander's hand and dragged him back to his apartment. They made it to the door in agreeably short time, but Spike found the presence of an eager, hot-blooded male pressed into his back somewhat distracting when he was attempting to open the door.
"Come on," Xander growled into Spike's neck and he worked at the fly of his jeans.
"Not helping, pet," Spike returned sharply, finally sliding the right key into the lock.
"Really?" Xander teased as he shoved a hand down the front of Spike's jeans to fondle his hard, cold cock.
Spike dropped his head back against Xander's shoulder, and moaned, thrusting forward into that large, hot hand. "Really," he panted. "You want to do this in the doorway, 's fine by me. Be a mite uncomfortable, but still."
Xander chuckled, and withdrew his hand. "So where's this bed of yours?"

Hands flew, and garments dropped haphazardly to the ground until the pair tumbled onto the bed. Spike lay on top, and slithered up to nuzzle Xander's neck, grinding his groin against the teen. Xander reciprocated by wrapping a leg around the vampire's and thrusting up against the lighter body.
"Come on, come on, come on," Xander moaned. "Want you, need you in."
"Done this before, boy?" Spike demanded.
"Does it matter?" Xander demanded testily.
Spike snorted. "I'll take that as a no." He shifted, and found some lube on the cluttered side-table. He opened it and spread some onto his fingers before returning to Xander, who was watching curiously. Spike smirked. "Well, spread 'em."
Xander smirked in response, and shifted to lie splayed on the bed. Spike pushed himself up into a kneeling position between Xander's spread thighs, and ran appreciative eyes over the young human. Finally, he moved forward and laid a hand on one thigh while pressing a finger into the tight hole. Xander shifted slightly, but didn't fight the intrusion.
Spike watched the boy as he twisted his finger inside the hot body; the boy was a virgin, but not afraid. When he pressed two fingers in perhaps a little early, the only response was a slight snarl as Xander watched him through hooded eyes. Scissoring his fingers, he opened the boy's hole, stroking for the prostate and getting a pleasing reaction as the boy gasped and arched his back. He worked three fingers in, twisting and stretching, until he decided enough was enough, and pulled his hand out, causing the boy to whine and his eyes to flash eldritch green. Spike raised an eyebrow then shrugged. He slicked his cock, lifted Xander's legs over his shoulder, and pressed in.
Xander growled, and arched into the thrust. The need for the vampire was something he didn't quite understand, but it was deep and powerful. The penetration burned, but he could feel his arousal only increasing as he felt the controlled power of the man above him as he manipulated his body. He opened glowing eyes to meet the vampire's golden gaze only inches from his face. He smirked, and pushed up with his hips. "That all you got?" he whispered hoarsely.
Spike chuckled. "Hold on, boy," he growled as he dropped Xander's legs off his shoulders. "I'm going to ride you hard."
Xander grinned, all teeth, and wrapped his legs around Spike's waist as he pulled back and thrust in hard. He wrapped his arms around the vampire's lean body, and pulled him close for a kiss full of teeth and tongue. Spike wound his hand into Xander's hair and clutched tight, careless of pulled strands as he plundered the lush mouth. They rutted hard, Spike reaching between them to pull on Xander's aching cock, until Spike growled and bit down hard into the flesh of Xander's shoulder. Xander howled, tightening his legs convulsively around Spike as he dug his fingernails into the pale back and came, splattering the both with hot fluid. Spike kept thrusting, his fangs embedded in the young man's shoulder until he, too, shuddered to completion.
Spike withdrew his fangs, and lay on top of Xander, panting. "Yeah, not bad," he commented mildly.
Xander slapped Spike's arm hard. "Idiot," he muttered.
Spike propped himself up to grin down at the youth. "And how am I an idiot?"
"You want sex again tonight, you don't say it was 'not bad,'" Xander growled.
"Point," Spike conceded, nodding. "We going again?"
Xander smiled and stretched languidly. "Give us ten. I want to enjoy the feeling for a bit."

Spike watched as the boy hunted around for his clothes. If nothing else, his appearance this morning was enough to prove he wasn't any ordinary human. The various marks on his body were fading rapidly, much as the marks on Spike's were, and even the bite on his neck had faded to a silvery scar already.
"How long are you in town for?" Xander asked over his shoulder.
"Don't know. Few weeks, maybe?" Spike offered lazily. "'Pends when Dru wants me."
Xander nodded as he sat to do up his shoes. "Well, I'll see you then," he offered, and walked out of the door. Spike smiled at the thought of more of the fun they'd had last night.

Spike prowled along the street, discontented. The boy hadn't turned up last night as he'd expected, and so he'd had another lonely, boring night on the Hellmouth. He was feeling particularly antsy, having had his expectations unfulfilled, and wanted to do something.
Up ahead, he sighted three young people, two girls and a boy, so he began to stalk them. The boy, in particular, was a target, since he resembled the boy he'd had the night before. As he got closer, he began to hear their voices, the girls first, with their higher voices, and then the boy. When he finally heard the boy, though, he stopped, and blinked. He was certain it was the boy he'd had in his bed only recently, though he seemed nothing like the fiery bed-mate he'd initiated into sex. Frowning, he caught up, and slunk along behind, listening to their conversation.
"All I'm saying is I'm glad you don't remember," the blonde remarked airily.
"Uh huh," the boy nodded. "So how bad was it?"
"It was pretty bad," the redhead simpered.
"Yeah, but how bad?" his boy pressed. "I mean, I heard about Herbert, and can I say pork products are off the menu from now on! But what else was there?"
"Xander, it wasn't you, okay? It was the hyena," the blonde argued firmly. "You don't remember, and that's the way I want it to remain."
The boy, Xander, shrugged. "Okay. If that's the way you want it."
"That's the way I want it," the blonde nodded decisively. "Now: how about the Bronze?"
Spike stopped, and watched as the teens wandered off. So that was the way of it, was it? The boy must have been possessed by a hyena somehow, and magic was something he had little truck with. But obviously the boy had been exorcised of the spirit, and had forgotten all that had happened, which was a pity. He'd been a delightful handful in bed, and Spike had been almost gleefully anticipating more, but it wasn't to be. He shrugged. Maybe it was time to head off to Europe. After all, a kid who left themselves open for possession like that wouldn't last long on the Hellmouth.
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