Ambush Predator
By zoodenizen

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Spike moved quietly through the shadows, easily keeping pace with the three teenagers walking down the street. The slayer should have noticed his presence like an itch under her skin, but she seemed oblivious. Normally, he wouldn't have accepted pretence as reality, but tonight was unusual -- in more ways than one.

He could still remember the feel of the slayer helpless and begging under his hands. He'd recognized the effects of a spell almost right away and had opted to play with her. It had been a mistake. But, he wasn't here to correct that mistake.

No. It wasn't the slayer that had him trailing this group. It was the boy.

His eyes strayed back to the dark-haired young man walking along the sidewalk, just behind the slayer and the other, red-haired girl. He was here because of a single moment earlier tonight when he'd looked up to find Angel, wanting to savor his victory over the pathetic wanker. He'd wanted to see the agony of loss in the other vampire's eyes, wanted to see the knowledge that even when right there in front of him there was nothing Angel could do to save her.

It should have been perfect -- but he hadn't seen Angel, his attention had been caught and held by the boy instead. And it wasn't the first time. Something about that one called to him, made him want to play with his food.

So, here he was, doing a little reconnaissance. He wanted to know where the boy lived. Then, he could catch him unaware one night when the slayer wasn't hanging about to muck things up.

He watched the slayer and her friends head up a walkway towards a house. Stopping he waited while they said their good-nights to the red-head and then continued on. Sensitive ears picked up their words and gave him a useful bit of info -- the boy's name. Within minutes the process was repeated, but this time the slayer stayed behind.

He grinned. Well, well...looked like he wouldn't have to wait after all.

***

Preternatural speed allowed him to get just far enough ahead of his prey to lie in wait. The spot he chose was a good one. It was in a corner lot with unkempt shrubs as a fence and was close enough to the sidewalk to make an easy grab but far enough into the bushes to conceal him from view.

Seconds later the boy fell right into his trap. A quick move had one hand clamped over the boy's mouth to keep him from crying out and his free arm wrapped tight around the boy's middle pinning his arms to his sides.

Xander didn't go easy, he was pleased to note. The boy struggled, body twisting and bucking as much as possible in Spike's tight hold. Xander got in a couple solid kicks before Spike had dragged him far enough into the darkened yard to ensure privacy.

Confident that they wouldn't be disturbed by a random passer-by, he took Xander down to the ground. The boy hit hard with Spike on top of him and Spike heard the grunt and whoosh of air as the breath was knocked out of his victim.

He took advantage of the moment of dazed immobility to flip Xander onto his back, bringing the boy's arms up over his head and pinning them there with one hand.

He grinned down at the boy beneath him. "Evenin', Pet."

Xander looked up at him with wide, fear-filled eyes and tried to buck him off. When that didn't work he opened his mouth wide and Spike cut off the shout for help, swallowing the sound by sealing those lips with his own.

The kiss was brief, not even a kiss really, just pressure. He didn't even take advantage of the open mouth by sliding his tongue in. He wanted the fun to last, to build the tension slowly -- one step at a time. And, this step was about letting the boy know where this was going.

Xander froze under him and when he pulled away to get a look at the boy's face he was thoroughly satisfied with the panic he saw. "First time, huh?" He said, acting concerned and sympathetic, before sliding his free hand up under the muscle shirt that had come un-tucked during their brief struggle.

He wasn't feigning his enjoyment of the feel of smooth, warm skin against his fingertips, though. "Nice," He said in a husky, almost purr.

Xander twisted under him. "Get off, you...you...pervert."

He smiled down into agitated, frightened eyes and gently pinched the nipple he'd just reached. "Oh, I intend to, Pet, but I think I'll get you off first." He worked the nipple with his fingers, pinching and rolling it until it was a rigid point under dark green cloth. He leaned down, keeping his eyes on the boy who was watching him intently, breath held, waiting, and covered the other nipple with his mouth, sucking hard on the cloth-covered nub. Xander arched up under him and let out a low, breathy sound that had Spike's already hardened dick getting stiffer.

"Knew you'd like that," He lifted his head just enough to say. Xander might have chosen to say something at that point but only let out a yelp when Spike moved, faster than any human could. He jerked Xander's muscle shirt up and over his head and, dragging the unbuttoned top shirt with it, tangled it around Xander's forearms and wrists, effectively tying his hands.

Xander put up a struggle and Spike let him, riding the movement of his body, enjoying the feel of muscle moving under skin and the friction from his jeans rubbing against his dick. The boy's struggle seemed only to tighten the makeshift bindings, so Spike let Xander wear himself out a bit. After a few satisfying moments Xander finally subsided and he loosened his grip on the boy's arms.

"No getting away now, Pet," He said and made use of both hands to stroke the newly revealed chest. Xander was breathing hard, the harsh movement of his chest involuntarily pressing firm nipples against Spike's fingertips. As much as he wanted to touch and explore, right now he needed to overwhelm the boy's senses before he decided to start squalling. Chances were, here in Sunnydale, anyone within hearing distance would turn a blind eye, but no sense taking any chances.

He'd already had his earlier fun spoiled by delaying his gratification. It was time to take the next step and turn the boy on so hard that he wouldn't care who was touching him. Then, he'd move on to fucking the boy senseless.

***

Xander didn't know what had happened. One minute he was walking down the street like he'd done a thousand times before and the next he was stretched out on the ground with a horny, and familiar, vampire stretched out on top of him doing things to him that no one had ever done before. Now, as much as he didn't want to die a virgin this wasn't the way he'd have chosen to fix the problem.

Even if he wasn't hating it.

This had to be some kind of freaky head game, because Spike seemed to want him to enjoy it, instead of just rolling him over and...well...raping him. He shuddered at the thought and brought his attention back to the here and now, which involved Spike sitting on his hips, stroking his chest.

He caught the vampire's eyes and then watched, wide-eyed, as Spike dipped his head down and once again took one of Xander's nipples into his mouth. This time there wasn't anything between them and the not-quite-warm wetness of Spike's mouth on him, the hard suction of that mouth, went right to his dick.

Humiliated and, finally, enraged (He wasn't going to go out like this damnit. His death, at least, wasn't going to be a fucking joke.), he made another attempt to get away. He jerked his hips to off-balance the vampire and twisted his body, trying to roll onto his stomach so he could get his bound hands under him and use the leverage to get up and away. It might have worked, but Spike seemed prepared for the move and dug his hands into Xander's sides hard enough to make Xander gasp with the pain.

He stopped moving and the pressure eased. "Relax, Pet. I promise to make it good for you," Spike said with a sly grin and slid one hand down to grip Xander's dick through his pants. He gave it a hard stroke and Xander couldn't help his body's reaction to the stimulus. Spike kept it up and Xander felt his brain melting. He was arching into the strokes now and moaned when he felt Spike's mouth return to his chest.

Lips closed on a nipple and gave it a quick suck, but didn't stay there. Spike moved upwards and took Xander's mouth in a steamy kiss that Xander didn't even try to fight.

Somewhere in the back of his mind there was a voice screaming at him. Vampire, it said. Hungry, angry vampire that intends to kill you, it added.

He told it to go fuck itself.

***

Spike swept his tongue into Xander's mouth and took his time mapping out the hot, wet cavern. It wasn't long before Xander's tongue decided to get in on the fun and the kiss amped up a few notches. He was thrilled to find that the boy knew how to kiss, but found himself strangely annoyed wondering who Xander'd been practicing with. So, he decided to make sure that Xander wouldn't want to kiss anyone else ever again. He used every trick he'd learned in more than a century of life and had Xander writhing against him and trying to get his bound hands up around Spike's back. He finally managed to grab a handful of Spike's hair and dug in.

Spike made good use of his own hands -- stroking and pinching every bit of skin that he could get at.

Xander broke from the kiss to throw his head back and suck in a deep breath of air. Spike took advantage of the pose to close his mouth over Xander's Adam's Apple. He sucked hard and felt the vibrations of Xander's breathy moan against his lips. He pulled back and licked the purple-red mark on the boy's skin before moving up Xander's throat to his ear.

Spike took the lobe into his mouth and sucked on it, then bit down hard with blunt teeth. Xander cried out, tightened his grip in Spike's hair, and wrapped a leg around Spike's waist, pulling their bodies in closer together.

Deciding it was time to get naked, Spike went to work on Xander's pants. Xander helped by arching his hips up, so Spike could pull them and Xander's boxers down his legs.

Distracted by the sight of Xander's dick bobbing between them, Spike just had to take a moment to taste it. So, he did.

Swooping down and swallowing the boy whole (damn glad there was no inconvenient gag reflex or need to breathe to worry about). Xander let out a husky shout and his hips slammed upwards. The sudden movement nearly broke Spike's nose on the boy's pubic bone.

Xander seemed to know that he'd done damage because he froze. "Sorry," He mumbled. "I..."

"S'Okay, Pet," Spike released his prize long enough to say, "I like a little pain." But, after wiping the blood from his nose, he positioned his hands so that he could hold down Xander's hips before going down on him again. Kid was lucky Spike hadn't bitten down. That would have been a damn shame.

And a waste. Xander felt good on his tongue, the thick flesh he held was hot in his mouth and the sounds Xander was making as he sucked and bobbed his head, alternately taking in and almost releasing the boy, were incredibly erotic.

His own dick rock hard he released one of Xander's hips so he could reach down and undo his jeans. His dick sprang free and he gave it a couple strokes until he realized how close to popping he was.

He let Xander's dick slide free of his mouth and looked up at the boy's blissed out face. Xander's hands were back above his head gripping into the grass beneath them. He was the very picture of ecstasy.

"Can't wait any longer, Pet," He said, more to himself than Xander. Hell, he wasn't even undressed yet, but he needed to get inside the boy now.

Xander lifted his head in response to Spike's voice. "What?" He said. "I don't..."

Spike didn't let him finish, didn't want to give him a chance to start thinking and freak out. He quickly moved to the side and flipped the boy over onto his stomach. Xander tensed with the movement, but before he could do anything more Spike was spreading his cheeks and licking at the rosy bud he'd revealed.

"Spike! What are...Oh, God," Xander said and pressed back against Spike's tongue.

"Oh, yeah," Spike paused to say, being careful to let the air from his words blow across Xander's dampened hole. "Feels good, don't it? Just wait until I get inside."

Xander shivered. "Inside? Sure, whatever, just get on with it."

Spike grinned, looked like he'd achieved too-horny-to-care. Now, it was time for fucking Xander senseless. "Whatever you say, Pet."

He quickly shrugged out of his duster and shirts, but left his jeans on because he didn't want to take the time to mess around with his boots. He stroked one hand over Xander's back and ass while he dug around inside a duster pocket for lube.

He finally found it and wasted no time slicking up his dick and a few fingers. He drew one slick digit along the same path his tongue had taken, using a little more pressure than before. He was too far gone to tease like he'd planned, but he wanted it to be good for the boy. So, he slowly pressed a finger inside, hissing at the feel. Fuck! The boy was tight and hot on him and he had to reach down and squeeze hard on the base of his dick to keep from cumming.

He took a moment to calm himself and then went back to work on Xander. He slid his finger in deeper and, when he felt Xander tensing under him, reached beneath him to stroke the boy's dick. He licked a stripe across one ass cheek and lightly bit down. Xander shifted under him and relaxed again, so he slipped another finger in. This one was harder going. "Relax, Pet, it'll go easier if you do."

"I'm...I'll try. Spike..." There was worry in Xander's voice until one of Spike's fingers found the boy's prostate.

"Spike, God, that was...," Xander cried out and pressed back into Spike's hand.

"Yeah, that's it, Pet." Spike's avid eyes took in the sight of his fingers sliding in out of that no-longer-quite-so virgin hole and he bit down on his lip hard enough to draw blood. No one had ever done this to Xander before. No one.

And no one else ever would.

He added a third finger. Xander was riding his hand now. It was, "Beautiful, Pet. So fucking beautiful."

Leaning down across Xander's back he let his dick slide across Xander's crack and felt the boy shudder beneath him.

"Spike," He said, low and husky and the sound went right to Spike's dick.

"Has to be now, Pet. Has to..." Spike said and gripped hard on Xander's hip with one hand, guiding his dick to the boy's hole with the other. He pressed against the tight furl and slowly began to push inside.

He saw Xander tensing up again, felt muscles tightening around him like a vice and he reached under Xander to get hold of the boy's dick again. He held his body still while he stroked Xander back to hardness. When he felt the boy relaxing around him he pressed in with a short, hard thrust that got the head past that tight ring.

Not wanting to stop, not sure he could stop, he kept pressing all the way in and felt his game-face slide into place. Xander held still, hands braced under him, legs spread as far as they could go with his pants around his ankles, breathing heavy and ragged.

Once he was buried balls deep he refocused his attention on Xander. He touched and tasted every inch of skin he could get at. He licked at Xander's shoulders and back, carefully used razor sharp teeth to nip at the same areas without leaving a mark, dug his fingers into one hip and used the other hand to play with Xander's balls.

When he felt Xander tentatively push back against him, he started to move. He pulled almost all the way out and then slid back in -- over and over again -- slowly at first, but gradually building up speed until he was pounding into the boy beneath him.

Xander didn't just lie there and take it. Once he picked up the rhythm he slammed back into each of Spike's thrusts. He wasn't quiet either, moaning and begging for, "More, yeah like that, Spike!"

It didn't last any where near as long as Spike would have liked. About a dozen thrusts after he zeroed in on Xander's sweet spot Xander went off like a rocket. With a hoarse shout, he came. Clamping inner muscles down hard on Spike's dick, he wrung Spike's orgasm out of him. Burying his dick in as deep as it would go, he exploded and buried his teeth just as deeply in the back of Xander's shoulder.

The hot, sweet blood flowed over his tongue and he swallowed it down, savoring every drop. Since he hadn't bitten into a vein, the flow dried up after only a few mouthfuls and he lifted his head. Lapping up the last few drops with his tongue, he felt Xander shiver in reaction to the touch.

He let himself go limp, draping his body over Xander's, taking a moment to enjoy the afterglow. Xander was still breathing hard, his heart hammering against the hand that Spike had slid up from his groin to his chest.

It wasn't long before he softened enough to slide out of Xander's body and he let out a soft sigh of regret.

Xander was quickly becoming a limp rag under him and he wondered if the boy was about to fall asleep. It wasn't a good idea out here. There were too many nasty creatures with sharp teeth running about.

So, he reluctantly shifted over and up onto his knees at Xander's side and rolled the boy onto his back.

Xander blinked up at him, sleepy and sated, mouth puffy, covered in spunk and a smear of blood on his hip from Spike's nosebleed, mostly undressed, and with a large, dark hickey vivid on his throat. Spike had to lean down and take the boy's mouth in another kiss. This time, though, it was less heated and more languid and seemed to last forever. Eventually he pulled back as far as he could with Xander's bound hands loosely draped over his shoulders.

He didn't want to move, didn't want to leave and that knowledge had him up on his feet. It was good to leave them wanting more and he was a vampire not a sodding puppy, like Peaches.

He frowned at the thought and tucked himself back in. Without looking at Xander he put on his duster and wadded up his shirts into a ball that he tucked awkwardly into a pocket.

"Best not linger, Pet. Never know what might leap out at you," He said with a smirk and looked down at the debauched young man at his feet.

Fuck! He wanted....

"Shit," He said out loud and dropped down for one last quick kiss.

"I meant it," He said after standing back up. "This place ain't fucking safe. So, get out of here quick like, yeah?"

"Sure," Xander said with an odd look in his eyes. "But, um..." He struggled up into a seated position, hands in his lap, and looked up at Spike from under a rumpled fringe of dark hair. He hadn't gotten a chance to touch that hair, maybe...

"You're not gonna kill me?"

Distracted from a disturbing thought he looked at the luscious dish in front of him. "Not tonight, Pet, maybe next time," and turned and walked away.

His Halloween hadn't turned out half bad, after all.

Wonder what the boy's doing for Thanksgiving?

***The End***