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Title:Touchy
Author: Ladyicondraco
Response to ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) entrenous88's challenge concerning the rating system.
Dislaimer: Joss and mutant enemy own all of it.
G
Xander watched Spike wearily as he added the detergent to his load of clothing. “And you're offering to help me with my laundry, why?”Spike sat on the dryer watching Xander and softly kicking his legs against the front of the appliance, making soft thuds that matched the rhythm of the now running washer.
“Cause I'm bored and I want to see what kind of girly unders you wear.”
PG
“I wear boxers Spike, boxers you saw quite often living in my basement, and doesn't that sound wrong.” Xander began to sort through his clothes, separating the darks from the whites, and the towels.
“I did at that, quite a nice view in that ugly chair of yours.” Spike leapt lightly off of the dryer and moved to where Xander was, further separating the towels from the whites.
“What are you doing?”
“Helping you aren't I? Said I would, but if you'd like me to just continue thinking 'bout you in just your boxers I can do that too.
PG-13
“NO! No dirty man thoughts about my boxers. Bad, vampire.” Xander ignored the leer directed at him and turned to the dryer to remove the now dry clothes.
“Then how about I think about taking them off, nice and slow. I'd like to see how for down that blush goes.” Spike ran his hand lightly down Xander's neck, causing the teen to shudder.
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Bad touchy! No, no evil impotent undead men are allowed to touch.” He moved away from Spike and closer to the dryer.
“So I'd be allowed to touch you if I could get it up.” His scarred eyebrow raised with his question and the sight left Xander stammering.
“Yes, I mean NO, no touching of the Xander by undead men, or any men at all!” Spike took a step closer.
“At all?”
“Not at all.”
R
Spike finished closing the distance, standing close enough to Xander to feel the body heat rolling off of the boy. He leaned in close to the teen's ear, careful not to touch him. “Don't need to touch you to get you up, pet.” He closed the distance pressing his erection against Xander's half interested manhood. “But that takes away all the fun.” Spike claimed Xander's mouth and lowered his hand to the teen's tented boxers. A moan was the reward for his attentions and Spike easily tossed Xander across the room and onto his bed. Spike was across the room and straddling Xander before he managed to even sit up. “Still saying no touchy?”
“Touch from evil is bad.” Was all that Xander's brain was able to process in reply, and he was proud to have gotten that many syllables out with Spike's hand playing with his crotch.
“If you say so.” Spike moved off of Xander, long enough for the teen to whine at the loss. Spike smirked and removed the teen's boxers, touching only the cloth. With the boxer's gone, Spike was given full view of his prize. He leaned in closer and blew lightly on the erection.
“Not nice, not nice evil dead thing.” Spike chuckled in response before once more blowing on Xander's manhood.
NC-17
“That's right, and you want this evil dead thing to touch you don't you? Want me to fill you up, don't you?” Xander whined and shook his head, but looked at Spike with hazy, lust filled eyes. Spike simply stared up at Xander, hands on either side of Xander's hips, holding him up.
“Yes. Fuck, please Spike, touch me.” He didn't say anything about Spike filling him, but he could think about Spike's cock after he got his own rocks off, as Spike might say. Spike smiled and lowered his mouth to Xander's cock, taking it deeply and humming lightly. Xander thrust his hips up, gasping. Spike smirked around Xander's cock and slid his hands under the teen's hips, lifting them and sliding one hand between the teen's cheeks, searching for his pucker. Xander tensed at the feeling, but relaxed again as Spike swallowed around him. A finger breached him and Xander found himself thrusting back against it, taking it in further.
“No touchy, my ass. You've been aching for this haven't you? Dreaming about a cock slamming into that virgin hole of yours.” Xander shook his head in response, but a lotion slicked finger entering his anus took his mind in another direction. Spike pulled a pillow from the head of the bed and slid it under Xander's hips before lifting one of the teen's legs to his shoulder and lining himself up. “Ready, pet?” Xander nodded and with a smirk Spike slammed his erect cock into Xander's hot, tight ass.
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