"That doesn’t give you the right to maul me! And can I just say, ewwww? Having someone sniff you is kind of a turn off." Xander hoped his voice wasn't as shaky as it sounded and that Spike was actually buying this bullshit. He wasn’t, though. Xander could tell, Spike was giving him that goddamned smirk of his, looking like the smug bastard that he was.

"Yeah, s'that so?" Spike challenged, leaning in and rubbing his nose against Xander’s throat. Xander shuddered, he could hear the soft purrs that came from Spike’s throat. He mewled involuntarily as Spike nibbled at his pulse point, teeth scraping lightly over the sensitive skin there. Spike’s fingers pinched at Xander’s already hardened nipples as he continued to suck and nibble on the boy’s throat. Xander moaned helplessly, arching his back, pushing his chest out, silently begging Spike not to stop. He didn’t understand...he despised Spike and Spike didn’t like him, so why were they all over each other? "It’s called lust, pet...good old-fashioned raging hormones and loneliness." Shit, had he asked that question out loud? "You’re in need of a good shag as much as I am. And I’m not mauling you because that implies that you don’t want this and believe me, luv, we both want this."

"But I’m not gay and neither are you!" Xander protested. His body blissfully ignored it’s occupant’s complaints, it happily reacted to Spike with every nerve ending it had.

"Gay, straight, bi-sexual, I don’t care if you’re into sheep, Xander, sex is sex is sex." Spike saw Xander’s slight frown at his nonchalant dismissal of their sudden and unexplained attraction to each other. "What I mean is, hormones rage and being lonely gets to you after awhile. Your body doesn’t care who I am, it wants me. I’m just another body to have physical contact with. Don’t get all homophobic on me." He pushed Xander’s tattered shirt off the boy’s shoulders as he spoke. The boy glared at him, his chocolate-colored eyes glittering.

"I am not homophobic! Maybe I’m just not into necrophilia!" Xander growled, trying to find a way to explain his actions to himself.

"Funny. You seemed to be a minute ago and you still are, if this is any indication." Spike palmed Xander’s cock through his jeans. Xander cursed his body for arching eagerly against Spike’s hand. "You are so very responsive for someone who is not into necrophilia...you know what I think, Xander, pet? I think that you are very much into necrophilia. I think you had a thing for Angel...Soulboy got you all worked up, didn’t he, sweetheart?" Spike saw Xander’s eyes flutter close as Spike’s words sunk in. "Had you panting for his...affections, but poor little Xander couldn’t see that thin line. You couldn’t bear to admit that it was Buffy you were jealous of, not Angel. Angel won’t ever look at you in that way, ‘cause, let’s face it, luv, he’s as blind as a bloody bat. Has to be not to see what a nummy little treat you are. It’s like I said earlier, baby, you’re just begging me for a good, hard shag." Spike moaned the last three words right into Xander’s ear, clicking his teeth together as if trying to bite the boy. "Begging me with your eyes...with your body...with your scent...mmmmmmm..." Spike made a big show of inhaling Xander’s scent, making it sound delicious. Xander made a strangled sound in his throat and turned his head, capturing Spike’s lips with his. This kiss wasn’t seductive or gentle, this was hard, passionate, and consuming. Spike broke the kiss a moment later to peel his shirt over his head, Xander took it from him and threw it across the room. Spike grabbed the boy by the upper arms and spun him around, Xander stumbled back as Spike advanced on him. Spike backed Xander into the bedroom, not stopping until the boy’s knees hit the mattress. The boy swayed but caught himself only to fall again when Spike gave him a little push. Xander yelped as he went sprawling back onto the bed. He looked up into Spike’s golden eyes and saw the vampire’s sultry smirk.

Spike stalked toward the bed, licking his lips as he stood at the edge. Xander watched, licking his own lips, as Spike moved gracefully, unsnapping his black jeans, his eyes fixed on the delectable human spread out before him. Xander shuddered as Spike quickly shed his pants, not at all surprised that the blond had gone commando. He briefly wondered if Spike ever wore underwear. Xander gasped as Spike grabbed the waistband of his jeans and dragged him down the length of the bed. "Spike!"

"Shhhh..." Spike crooned, his eyes blue again as he ran a hand over the bulge in Xander’s jeans. Xander moaned, his hips leaving the bed. Spike leaned over the boy, lowering his head until his mouth was right above Xander’s denim clad hard-on. Xander strained to see what Spike was doing and moaned again. Spike flicked out his tongue, using it to catch Xander’s zipper between his teeth. Spike raised heavy-lidded eyes to Xander as he slowly eased the boy’s zipper down.

Tbc...