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perpetual_motionTitle: Sex
Author: Perpetual Motion
Fandom: Buffy: The Vampire Slayer
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Rating: R
Summary: It's 153 and a PWP. No summary.
Dis: Belongs to Joss, Fox, UPN, and the WB.
Author's Notes: For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
writerpuppy, who requested it. I, apparently, can't write a drabble for the girl. It's 153 words. Enjoy!
Sex
By Perpetual Motion
Xander whimpered, and Spike slid his hand over Xander’s mouth. “Quiet, pet. Don’t want them to hear us.” Spike rotated his hand around Xander’s cock and grinned, all teeth, at the moan. “Shhh. Can’t get caught. Slayer’ll stake me.” Spike pressed his erection against Xander’s hip and searched for a rhythm around the wiggling of Xander’s body. “That’s it. You like it, don’t you? Get off on danger, you do.” Spike slid into gameface and pressed his fangs against Xander’s collarbone. “C’mon, pet, show me how good I am.” Xander groaned deeply and came on Spike’s hand.
“Damn, Spike.”
“Been damned already.” Spike took his own cock into his hand and finished himself off. He zipped his jeans and straightened Xander’s shirt. “See you around, pet.” He winked and disappeared.
Xander did up his pants, calmed his breathing, and picked up the pizzas. When he walked into Buffy’s house, he gave nothing away.
Author: Perpetual Motion
Fandom: Buffy: The Vampire Slayer
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Rating: R
Summary: It's 153 and a PWP. No summary.
Dis: Belongs to Joss, Fox, UPN, and the WB.
Author's Notes: For
writerpuppy, who requested it. I, apparently, can't write a drabble for the girl. It's 153 words. Enjoy!Sex
By Perpetual Motion
Xander whimpered, and Spike slid his hand over Xander’s mouth. “Quiet, pet. Don’t want them to hear us.” Spike rotated his hand around Xander’s cock and grinned, all teeth, at the moan. “Shhh. Can’t get caught. Slayer’ll stake me.” Spike pressed his erection against Xander’s hip and searched for a rhythm around the wiggling of Xander’s body. “That’s it. You like it, don’t you? Get off on danger, you do.” Spike slid into gameface and pressed his fangs against Xander’s collarbone. “C’mon, pet, show me how good I am.” Xander groaned deeply and came on Spike’s hand.
“Damn, Spike.”
“Been damned already.” Spike took his own cock into his hand and finished himself off. He zipped his jeans and straightened Xander’s shirt. “See you around, pet.” He winked and disappeared.
Xander did up his pants, calmed his breathing, and picked up the pizzas. When he walked into Buffy’s house, he gave nothing away.
