"So..." Xander began, wondering what he should do with his obviously intoxicated companion. He'd dealt with a drunken Spike before. Perhaps he'd just pour the other man into bed so they could both sleep it off.

Spike turned a slightly out-of-focus eye on Xander. Pretty boy. A bit obnoxious and arrogant, but pretty. Pretty collar too, and that reminded Spike that Xander hadn't been happy a while back, over something Spike had no control over. In Spike's book, there was only one cure for unhappiness. Well, two, but humans often complained about the other one.

Xander yelped unmanfully as Spike grabbed him by the waist and threw him facedown on the bed. The vampire somehow managed to strip him down to his socks without any difficulty--making Xander wonder once again exactly what the demon was stoned on. "Er, Spike? So, what was in that blood?"

Spike snickered at the question and ignored the boy in favor of positioning that pretty, pretty ass just so--round cheeks in the air, thighs pushed apart and most of the boy's weight born on his shoulders and arms. The vampire paused long enough to find something slick, in deference to his partner's fragility. Unfortunately, lubricant seemed to be out of stock in their room.

Xander was about to repeat his question when he felt cold slickness push against his anus. He groaned as Spike rimmed him, devilish tongue stroking and thrusting in a cruelly quick rhythm. After a couple of minutes, Xander was pushing against Spike's mouth and cursing under his breath, wanting more.

When Xander began to beg for it, Spike decided he'd done enough prep work. Without further preamble, the vampire positioned himself and sank deep inside the velvet warmth of the boy, not stopping until their balls slapped together and Xander's groans had turned into squeaking protests.

Xander curled his fingers into the bedcovers and held on for dear life. Spike was riding him hard and fast, taking deep strokes over and over at a pace neither of them would be able to stand for long. It felt to Xander like Spike was sucking on his prostate from the inside, and Xander was either blacking out or his eyes had rolled back into his head because he couldn't see a damned thing. Friction made Spike's cock hot, burning Xander with every thrust.

Spike purred happily as he pounded into his lovely, warm boy. Blood heat surrounded his cock and he wasn't sure he'd ever get enough. Every thrust made his spine quiver and his balls tighten. Spike tightened his grip on Xander's ass and increased the pace, wanting to feel the boy's ass convulse around him as they both came.

Xander flinched at the sudden pain on his backside, the sensation quickly morphing into pleasure as Spike drove into him even faster. He moved one hand from its grip on the bedcovers to reach down and jack himself off. It only took a few strokes and he was coming, clenching around Spike's cock as the vampire growled and froze, cold release chilling Xander's gut.

Spike was still smirking when he pulled out of Xander's ass. The dripping line of come that trickled down the boy's thighs only added to his amusement. "Ninety-something," The vampire muttered as he rolled off the boy and fell onto the bed, exhausted and ready to sleep the day away.