Rating: NC-17
Pairing: S/X
Fandom: BtVS
Disclaimer: Joss is a God… and I’m not.
Written for: the smut_69 comm.

Prompt: LUBE
Third in the Smut 69 series

The Blame Game

by
Tisienne Blue

Sometimes, Xander thought with a wicked smirk, a guy had to get creative, and after close to half a year with the Bleached Blunder, he’d learned that lesson well.

There was the time Spike had just had to ‘have us a shag, luv, right here, right now; can’t wait any longer, pet, drivin’ me crazy, you are’ while they’d been on one of their usual late-night grocery runs.

Xander had a feeling that the clerk would never look at a couple of guys sneaking out of the refrigerated produce room the same way again… not after the way he’d shouted when he—they assumed—discovered the very interesting outline pressed into the cases of fresh strawberries. He couldn’t be sure, though, because by the time the man had reached the front of the store, they’d been long gone, leaving only laughter ringing in the night behind them.

Of course, they hadn’t been able to shop there since, but it was a small price to pay.

Then there was the time last week when the vampire—because it was always Spike; Xander would never suggest anything as bold a ‘nip and suck’ in public… uh, mostly—had wheedled him into just that, pressing him hard against the wall just around the corner from the police station, and wouldn’t that have been embarrassing if it had been time for shift-change.

As it was, Xander had found himself thrusting faster and harder than usual into the blond’s cool, wet mouth, his heart pounding away as the incredible suction and slight scrape of sharp teeth dragged him into a mind-and-body-numbing orgasm… just as old Mrs. Thompson came wandering ‘round the way with that yappy little poodle of hers.

Yeah, he’d had to get creative then, alright. ‘Oh, no, I just, uh… slipped. Yeah. And this guy was just, uh… helping me.’

Fortunately, her eyesight hadn’t been good enough to make out exactly what Spike had been helping him with, which was possibly the sole reason Xander Harris wasn’t currently shacked up in the Sunnydale jail getting real friendly with Bubba Jenkins and his merry band of ‘you is my bitch now’ brothers.

So yeah, sometimes a guy had to be creative, which wasn’t all that terrible of a thing, he figured as he strolled naked back into his bedroom and took up his position of a whole minute earlier again—on his knees behind the equally naked vampire who had been waiting patiently for him. Or as patiently as Spike ever waited for anything, anyway, which wasn’t saying much.

“Bloody hell, pet, thought you were never comin’ back,” the blond snarked, swaying his ass just a bit then stilling as he felt the plastic touch his slightly stretched hole.

He arched, yelping as that hard nozzle slipped inside him and he heard the very familiar spit-whoosh sound, coldness filling him and expanding a bit. “Fuck, Xander!” he yelped again, louder this time as he glanced over his shoulder and saw the red and white can being tossed aside, “Redi-whip?”

The human chuckled, lining his seeping cock up with the bit of fluffy white froth coming from his vampire’s anus. “It’s your own fault, Spike,” he pointed out reasonably as he pressed forward, sliding in hard and deep on the sweet slickness, his hands tight on the slender hips. “It was your turn to buy the lube…”

The End

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