Because it's President's Day

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and I don't have to work, but some of you do (bless your souls)  I decided to post this--give you a little happy at work. (I waited as long as I could dancetomato  and I can't wait no more--though I don't think you'll mind)

Here it is, the smutty (really smutty) Spander dancetomato  and I churned out on AIM.  If it's really dirrrty?  It's her; I just followed her lead, 'cause it was a goooood lead.

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Eyes on the glistening form just inside his bathroom door, Xander reached into his jeans and pulled firmly on his rapidly lengthening prick.  The door had been cracked just enough to let the steam escape, just enough for him to see the silvery outline of the lean male inside running a razor surely over his jaw. The rasp of the razor over the stubble on the angled jaw was echoed by the sound of work calloused hands roughly stroking the silky steel skin of his cock.  Xander slicked his palm in the steady flow of pre-come coating the head of his cock and unconsciously Xander's hand began to move in time to the short strokes of the razor, his pace quickening as he watched Spike rest a hand on his belly, rubbing the firmly chiseled abs there as he shaved. Xander brought his hand to his own stomach, imagining he felt cool muscle quivering under his light touch.  Slowly trailing his hand down to stroke the coarse hair that sprinkled the path to his furiously weeping erection, he wondered idly what it would be like to have that razor tracing the same path: continuing past the base of his cock, imagining the razor working its way down; cutting through crisp hair, pulling tender flesh as iteased away the hair, leaving him as smooth as the strokes down Spike's throat

 Xander’s fingers kept moving down to his balls, imagining the razor there, softly, carefully shearing them clean leaving them exposed and soft, sensitive to the merest touch.  Imagining pale hands swiping away the pre-come dribbling down his cock and smoothing it over the skin now laid bare.  Cool fingers mixing with the warmth of his spunk--bare, quivering skin ready to be licked and soothed after the harshness of the razor.

 

As he lost himself in the thought of the lithe man in the bath tickling his naked balls, he didn't notice the sudden quiet as the running water was cut off. He had closed his eyes and given himself over to the fantasy, was unaware that the door had opened, allowing the rest of the steam to billow out.  Didn’t see the form that exited. Didn't hear the soft feet that padded over to him.  He only became aware as smooth skin, full of borrowed warmth from water and steam rubbed along the stubble of his jaw line.  Xander's eyes flew open and met with clear, unwavering blue ones

 

 "It's your turn to shave, whelp." The amused voice broke through his reverie.

 

"I...um...I just shaved this morning.”

 

 Spike nodded in the direction of Xander's throbbing erection. "Wasn't talking about your face, luv."

 

 Soft fingers tangled with Xander's in the increasingly wet curls of his groin tugging gently and sending sparks shooting up his dick straight to the leaking head.  Wordlessly, Xander allowed himself to be led by the short and curlies into the steam.

 

Spike pushed him against the slick glass of the shower, and Xander waited patiently while Spike adjusted the heat until steam was spiraling out of the shower stall again. With a nudge to the small of his back, Xander stepped in.  Stepping in and silently pressing Xander against the shower wall, Spike eased his jeans from where they clung loosely to his hips. Unhooking the showerhead, he aimed it directly at Xander's twitching member. Xander squirmed as the strong spray massaged his aching flesh and Spike slowly slid his other hand down tanned skin until he reached Xander's inner thighs. Urging the taller man's thighs apart, he lowered the showerhead, allowing the water to caress the boy's balls.  He moved the head directly against Xander's skin, sliding it back so that the brunet felt the water teasing the cleft of his ass. Groaning, Xander lifted up on the balls of his feet, allowing the jetting water to reach farther and deeper, putting one hand on the slim shoulder in front of him for support.  His muscles relaxed and water worked its way into his clenching hole, making his tight passage even hotter.  Then the spray was gone and his hand dropped away from the steady shoulder as Spike went to his knees.  The only sounds were the running water, the human's heavy breathing and the soft whoosh as Spike filled his hand with creamy...foam.

 

The faint scent of citrus filled Xander's nose has he felt the exquisite torture of the foam being carefully rubbed over his balls, around his dick and into the inner reaches of his ass. Xander let his head fall back to rest against the cool tile as Spike added more shaving foam to each testicle, rolling each one gently as he did so.

 

"Don't want to hurt my boy. Want him ready for his Daddy. Soft for his Daddy. Clean for his Daddy."

 

 "Please Daddy," the boy whined.

 

 "Please what, boy?"

 

 "Please." The boy begged. "Just...please. I want to be a very good boy."

 

He spread his legs to allow Spike better access, and was rewarded by a slim finger pressing it's way persistently past the tight ring of his hole.

 

He groaned as he grasped tightly to Spike's hair, unable to think of keeping upright. Only wanting more of the burn that threatened to make him turn into dust, or lava, or sheer flame. He pressed himself onto the slim digit, aching for Spike to move it just slightly, just enough, just a bit...Xander shouted as Spike finally did, gently nudging the sacred spot that sent stars shooting through Xander's brain. Spike circled the bundle of nerves with the small slight brushes, driving Xander insane by refusing to give him more.

 

 "Please," Xander begged brokenly.

 

Without warning, the blond jerked his finger from inside the warm, grasping tunnel.

 

“NO!” Xander shouted, “don't stop!”

 

Spike eased Xander's leg over his shoulder, smooth skin rubbing his inner thigh as Spike placed biting kisses around the skin covered with foam.

 

 "Shhhh, baby. Daddy's gonna make it all better. His boy is so pretty. Daddy wants to make him all soft and smooth."

 

 Xander's cock jerked at the vampire's soft words. He felt a spurt of come escape him as he struggled to control his raging desire for the male on the floor between his legs. Strong fingers circled the base of his dick in a punishing grip.

 

 "Don't you come yet. You don't want to disappoint Daddy, now do you?

 

 Xander licked his parched lips, "No, no. I'll be good. I promise. I'll be a good boy."

 

 A predatory smile spread across the vampire's face. "You'd better be a good boy. Good boys get a reward. Bad boys get a punishment. VERY good boys get both."

 

 Spike eased his fingers away from the hard cock and picked up the razor.  "Stay still, boy. Daddy doesn't want to hurt his baby."

 

 Xander didn't so much say “yes,” as swallow his tongue as the razor began carefully running along the skin in the crease of his thigh. His eyes glazed over as he watched the blond head bent over his groin, rhythmically smoothing the razor over delicate skin, pausing every so often to rinse the curly hair down the drain.

 

 It was better than he'd imagined, Spike's cool fingertips holding his flesh taut, the sharp razor cutting a path through his dark thatch of hair. Every nerve ending twinging as Spike kissed freshly denuded skin. Xander was mesmerized by his slowly appearing skin; so white in contrast to the dark hair that normally covered the area The sensation of the water was more intense than he'd ever experienced before. He was so hard, he was certain he'd shatter with the next stroke. Then Spike was carefully prying apart his ass cheeks, easing the razor in and carefully swiping it down each curve and swell, baring the sensitive area behind Xander’s balls, and the path to his tight ring.

 

 "My boy is so lovely, all open and waiting for me." Spike’s voice was thick and uneven, like cement gravel.

 

 "It makes Daddy hard. Can you see how hard you make Daddy as you spread yourself open for me?”

 

Inarticulate groans were his only answer as the vibrations of Spike's words shot through Xander's cock. His perfect, knowing mouth so close to the straining head, yet just far enough away that the sound of Spike's voice was the only contact he was provided.

 

Xander was startled as suddenly the showerhead was back in spike's hand and water began to cascade over his sensitized skin. Against all possibility, Xander became even harder has he saw his hairless skin. His cock looked larger, his balls were tight and huge against the underside of it. He felt every droplet and rivulet that passed over them. He started panting, as he struggled to keep his lust in check.

 

 Spike purred. "Look at my boy's lovely prick. So soft like a baby."

 

He stroked the shaved areas carefully avoiding the throbbing hard on. "Do daddy's fingers feel good touching your balls?"

 

Xander shivered. "Yes!"

 

Severe, glittering eyes looked at him sharply. "Yes what?"

 

"Yes, Daddy"

 

 "Mmmm. Good boy. You deserve a reward. Do you want me to touch your asshole?"

 

"Yes Daddy!"

 

"Do you want to feel daddy's fingers inside of you?"

 

“YES DADDY!" Xander screamed in agony.

 

Spike appeared to consider this. "Hmmm. I think not."

 

 Xander whimpered in frustration. "But Daddy, I've been a good boy."

 

 "No. My boy has made Daddy hard. Daddy needs to fuck his boy. Do you want that, baby?”  Spike ran his fingers firmly over Xander’s perineum as he posed his questions.  “Do you want Daddy's hard dick buried in your ass?"

 

 "Oh, yessss." Desire oozed from Xander's every pore. "Yes, Daddy."

 

 "Turn around, boy.  Spread yourself."

 

 Xander froze.  Spike's eyes flashed gold.

 

 "I said, turn around, boy."

 

 Xander spun around, nearly losing his footing on the wet porcelain.

 

 "Good boy. Now spread yourself."

 

 "Yes, Daddy."

 

Xander reached back, bracing his chest on the slick tile, the side of his face pressed into the cool surface. He placed one hand on each ass cheek and pulled himself apart to the sound of the soft whoosh from the shaving cream can.

 

Spike coated two fingers with the soft cream and abruptly shoved them into Xander's pulsing anus.

 

 "My, my.  That is beautiful. Your hole is all pink. Daddy loves seeing the cream leak out around his fingers as he fucks you with them."

 

Xander heard someone making keening noises as he rocked himself on Spike's fingers. His existence revolved around those pumping, twisting fingers. Spike leaned forward and bit one firm globe, making bruises Xander didn't even notice. His ass was on fire, a cold, tingling burning, and Spike's control finally snapped. 

 

Growling, he removed his fingers and with preternatural speed he stood, molding himself to the man in front of him and splitting him open in one move, exulting in Xander’s scream as Spike's thick rod struck home, pressing solidly and swiftly into his clenching tunnel, grinding him into the shower wall.

 

 "My baby is so tight, squeezing Daddy's dick. Does it feel good? Do you like having daddy's hard cock up your ass?"  

 

Spike slid his hands up the wall to intertwine with Xander's as he pummeled himself into the molten heat that was Xander's ass.

 

"Yes, Daddy! More! Please Daddy; I'll be such a good boy for you. Just give me more!"

 

Pistoning his hips, Spike’s voice was low and heavy in Xander’s ear, "You're damned right I'll give you more, boy. I'm fucking you so hard you're gonna feel it every time you sit down tomorrow. You'll be with your friends, but all you'll be thinking about is how good it feels to have Daddy fuck you.”

 

In response, Xander clutched Spike's fingers between his own and rode back on Spike's cock trying to keep up with Spike's frenzied pumping, as Spike kept up his obscene whispering,  “You’re only thought will be how much you love being my little whore, begging to be filled. Begging for Daddy to come inside that slut’s ass of yours; feel the come running down your thighs."

 

 Spike's thrusts lost rhythm as he began to lose control.

 

"Yes, Daddy…yes, Daddy…yes, Daddy..."  Xander fell forward completely; limp and loose, giving himself up to the reaming his ass was receiving.

 

Spike moved his hands down and reached around, gripping Xander's pulsing cock, rolling his hairless balls between his fingers with his second hand.

 

 "Daddy loves this. Does his baby want to come?"

 

 "FUCK! DADDY! PLEASE!"

 

 With a roar Spike began to violently shoot deep into Xander's hot, slick tunnel.

 

Hoarsely he gave Xander permission, "Come, baby! Come for Daddy!"

 

Arching like a bow, Xander pressed back into the vampire as his cock and balls were manipulated by skillful fingers--dragging the orgasm from him in thick spasms that painted the shower glass with creamy rivers of fluid. He came so hard that he could make no sound, his voice taken by the wave crashing through his body.

 

 Time seemed to stand still. Spike's orgasm went on and on as the tight, clenching passage squeezed him over and over, Xander’s body wringing his cock dry.

 

 At last they slumped forward into the shower wall as if made of one flesh, exhausted and quivering.

 

 

Now if that's not your cuppa (insert shaking head here), check out brandil's LJ.  She's got a delighfully smutty/romantic Spuffy piece there.  Oooh, it's HOT!

Comments

[ladycat777.livejournal.com]

Nyaaaaaah.

We're sorry. Andrea's brain is temporarily offline. Please try again at a later date.

[eurothrashed.livejournal.com]

You expect me to leave a coherent review?

Guh.

::thud::

[moosesal.livejournal.com]

Gah. Thank god I didn't read this before my meeting. Geez. How am I supposed to get anymore word done today?

[willshenilshe.livejournal.com]

*murbles incoherently*

*collapses*

Gahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh....

[spikes_heart.livejournal.com]

Wow - first Brandi, and then you. My gods, I'm about to slide right off my chair.

Thanks for some lovely, lovely images and perpetuating my growing Daddy kink. **fans self**

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[spikes_heart.livejournal.com]

Was just thinking - title-wise. How about Razor's Edge?

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[essene.livejournal.com]

::hands you a towel::

That title? That's good...yes it is.

::snatches it and runs::

[brandil.livejournal.com]

Jesus fucking Christ.

First of all, love that icon.

Next, Spander, shaving, and Daddy oh my! A Brandi kinkapalooza. Did you guys write this just for me? This was beyond hot and will instantly be added to my memories.

Third, how this could not be someone's cuppa tea, I'll never know. Thanks so much for the plug.

[dancetomato.livejournal.com]

It's way okay by me!! I was busy, busy, busy yesterday, so didn't get your email until very late and then slept until 2 p.m. today. Thank you for posting.

Now I need a dirty!wrong!daddy!boy!pr0n icon...

[grlnamedlucifer.livejournal.com]

Wow. I didn't realize I had a Daddy!kink until right now. Guh.. so hot... ::brain leaks out ears::

[yin-again.livejournal.com]

Meep.

Bunk.

I'll be... bunk.

Yes, bunk. Gah.

[xmirax.livejournal.com]

Positively nummy:)

[tgray.livejournal.com]

OMFG! *thud* Sorry, had to stop to wipe the puddle of drool.

MMMmmmmm..... and BTW, love the icon!

[http://users.livejournal.com/_divya_/]

Tee hee! These are definitely mixy kinks. And it so easily could have gotten creepy in a pedophiley sort of way, and yet somehow...it didn't. Well done, you two! This is good wrong, not bad wrong.

:o)

[zoniduck.livejournal.com]

Wow. That was just... inspirational. I don't really have a daddy kink, but this fic and that one scene in Pepper's Mr William series are exceptions to the rule. Vampire in a hot shower is one of my bulletproof fic kinks though, so yeah. Oh, and sexytalk!Spike? Rowrrrr!

Thanks for the Spuffy rec too!