I recently read a fic (mulder/skinner) called Gods and Monsters and it had a line in it that had to do with Skinner 'getting off' the most on remembering one night that he'd had with Mulder several years back. It made me think of this . . .

Uhm, this is PURE SMUT people. I'm not sure how it came out, but that was my whole intention in writing it . . .

Unbeta'd.

Rating: NC-17 (for the naughty sex parts)
Pairing: S/X
Spoilers: None really, though it's set sometime in s5 after Spike gets the chip, and there are vague references to School Hard.
Summary: Xander remembers a night a few years back.

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Memories

by
Margie

Xander's hand was slick and hot as it stroked up and down his aching cock. It wasn't the same, it never was, but it was all he had. He closed his eyes and remembered that night, the one memory that was guaranteed to get him off.

He'd been trembling as he undressed, still unnerved from his encounter at the school. The way that Spike had looked at him, the way he'd responded, Xander shivered at the memory. When Angel had bent him forward and offered him to the other vampire, Xander's whole body had gone white hot with lust. His cock had become instantly erect, pushing hard against the fly of his jeans and pinching his flesh against the cold metal.

Even now, hours later, his cock was still throbbing. He eased his jeans and boxers to the floor and stood naked and shivering. Part of him was filled with shame for the reaction he'd had, but the other . . . just didn't care. He couldn't help the way he felt, couldn't stop the arousal from swamping his senses.

Xander lay down atop the covers and reached for the lotion by the bed. He pumped a generous amount into his hand and then began rubbing it into his hardened flesh. He moaned and closed his eyes, picturing Spike's crystal blue gaze, the sharp angle of his cheeks.

He nearly screamed at the sound of a soft knock against glass. His eyes flew open and locked onto the figure crouched just outside. *Holy shit!* Spike waited patiently for Xander to stand and unlatch the window.

"Thinking of me, luv?" Spike asked staring down at his leaking dick.

"I, uh - "

"Invite me in, Xander."

"Y-you're c-crazy."

"And you're mine." Spike answered, his eyes still locked onto Xander's erection. "Invite me in."

"I . . . I . . ."

"Invite me in."

Xander felt as if Spike were caressing his cock with just his eyes. The blood throbbed through him, making him ache. "C-come in, S-Spike."

The vampire didn't waste any time, he was through the window and on top of Xander in seconds. They tumbled to the mattress, Spike's lips on Xander's, and his tongue teasing Xander's mouth open. But the boy was stubborn and he'd stiffened the moment Spike had touched him, though his erection hadn't flagged any.

"Christ, luv, been thinking about you all day. Wanting to touch you, kiss you, fuck you. Open your mouth for me, luv, let me taste you."

Xander moaned at Spike's words, opening his mouth and melting against the other man. Spike reveled in the sweet taste of the boy; innocence and lust wrapped up in such a pretty package. Spike withdrew, leaving Xander reeling. He toed off his boots and stripped as quickly as possible. His own cock was so swollen it hurt to move.

Xander cried out at the first gentle probe to his pucker. Spike's fingers were icy cold and slicked down with lotion. The first digit penetrated, burning him as tight muscles were stretched. He groaned; a soft, low whistle of pain and ecstasy. He hitched his hips higher trying to give Spike freer access, trying to encourage the vampire to hurry.

Xander had avoided looking at Spike until that moment. He wasn't sure why, whether he was afraid the vampire was just toying with him, or afraid of the intensity he might see reflected in those blue eyes. But now that Spike's cock was pushing against his opening, now that he was practically screaming as the soft, spongy head passed through his stretched pucker, he couldn't stop himself from searching Spike's expression.

And the look in Spike's eyes, the way the vampire's jaw had clenched shut, nearly sent Xander over the edge. He'd never done anything like this, had barely even dreamed of it. But the moment he'd seen Spike in that alley he'd known. And Angel's offering had only cemented the feeling into a fact.

"Oh, fuck, oh, Jesus!" Xander babbled as Spike entered him. He reached down to encircle his penis and stroke in counterpoint to Spike's rhythm. The feeling was incredible. The burning Spike's fingers had created was nothing compared to the feeling of his thick cock thrusting in and out of Xander's body. He felt so full, so completely stuffed that he wanted to sob at the thought of Spike leaving him.

"That's right, luv, beg me. Beg me to take you, beg me to fuck you." Spike whispered raggedly in his ear.

"Oh, God!" Xander moaned, his hips rising to meet every push and pull of Spike's body. "Spike, fuck me, Jesus, please. Oh, fuck! Take me, Spike, fuck me!"

Spike's rhythm increased, his hands gripping Xander's hips so hard they were sure to leave bruises. Without conscious thought Xander turned his head, offering his neck as his body tightened with the need to orgasm. "Take me, Spike!" The words were ripped from his throat, hoarse and sobbing.

With a growl Spike lunged, his hips snapping harshly against Xander's own. His fangs scratched lightly at Xander's collarbone before sinking into warm flesh. Xander came, screaming. The last thing he heard before blacking out was Spike calling his name, "Xander!" The vampire's voice husky and deep as he, too, came hard, filling Xander with his spunk.

"Oh, God!" Xander moaned, thrashing on his bed, his hand moving almost painfully over his erection. Every time he thought of that night, he ended up here, in his bed, pumping himself brutally. And now . . . Jesus, now, he had other things to think about, to look forward to.

Spike was back, and not only that, he was . . . helpless. Right this very moment he was chained up in Giles' bathtub. The very thought made a bubble of pre-ejaculate escape the tip of Xander's reddened penis. And tomorrow, fuck, tomorrow Spike was coming home with Xander.

He'd pleaded a headache and irritation at the thought to Anya and asked her to go home. When in truth he was already so hot and horny at the idea that he'd barely waited until she was out the door before he'd pulled himself out and settled down with his favorite memory.

And he was almost there, too. He could feel his body tightening, his balls rising as his orgasm loomed. He only needed one thing to make it real, make the fantasy come to life. He pulled out his favorite toy, already prepared, and pressed the wet rubber head against his opening. As he pushed the tip of the dildo's uncut head into his body he closed his eyes and pictured Spike above him. Once it was fully seated within his tunnel it only took a total of three hard strokes, in and out at a fast rhythm, before he was coming, semen spraying all over his chest and abdomen.

Xander lay still, waiting for his breathing to even out and his heart to calm. Fuck, that had been good. The thought that Spike would actually be there with him tomorrow had been an added kick. He hadn't come that hard since . . . well, fuck, since that night.

Xander reluctantly pulled the rubber dildo from his body, and cleaned himself off. His only consolation was that he'd have a real cock, a live throbbing cock, inside his body in less than twenty-four hours . . .

The End

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