Xander leapt across the bed, the table, then the couch in pursuit of Spike, who easily evaded him.
"Get over here, you bleached, undead menace," Xander shouted, anger evident in every line of his face.
"Make me," came the pissy response.
Xander growled. Well, as close to a growl as he could get considering he was human, and dove over the couch, coming just short of clearing it. His foot caught on the back of it and he fell to the ground on his side, behind it, swearing. Even angrier now, he scrambled to his feet, ignoring the jolts of pain shooting through his shoulder and hip, and glanced around until he spotted the source of his irritation, standing in the middle of the bed.
Stalking over to the nearest side of the bed, Xander glared up at him and warned, "If you don't give me back that Star Trek DvD, I'll—"
"You'll what? Trip over furniture until I'm laughing so hard I can't defend myself?" Spike snarked.
"I swear to God, when I catch you, you're going to regret it."
"Doubt that, mate. From what I've seen, you couldn't catch a cold soaking wet in December," Spike taunted.
Xander saw red. With a speed that impressed them both, he dove at him.
Spike leapt from the bed, but for the first time in the last hour of being chased, he wasn't fast enough. He felt fingers wrap around his ankle, jerking him backwards. He braced himself for the impact, grunting in pain as his body collided with the floor, just past the bed.
Xander echoed his grunt, his stomach slamming into the edge of the bed, the lower half of his body still on the bed, the upper half off. Through sheer force of will though, he managed to hold on to Spike's ankle.
Spike thought about kicking free, but the warning twinge of the chip in his brain reminded him how stupid an idea that was. He growled in frustration. He was a vampire for fuck's sake and he couldn't even kick free of a human. To say it was humiliating would have been an understatement.
"Let go of me, you pathetic human being," he ordered, trying to scramble away instead.
Xander clenched his jaw, holding on tight to Spike's ankle, his other hand still clutching the Sex Pistols CD that he had swiped from the blaring stereo when he came home, which was what had started this whole thing. "Not until you give me back my DvD."
With a sound of frustration, Spike managed to get to his hands and knees, clutching the encased DvD in one hand as he crawled for the couch, dragging an unrelenting Xander with him. Over his shoulder, he said, "Give me mine, I give you yours, mate."
With a thump, the lower half of Xander's body hit the floor as Spike dragged him forward. Still Xander refused to let go, scrambling to his knees. He pulled back on Spike's leg and crawled forward at the same time, until he was nearly on top of the vampire.
Spike tried to get up, but before he could, Xander let go of his ankle and dove onto his back, trying to reach around him to get the DvD. Spike lifted the hand holding the case off the floor, trying to shove it down his pants in a last ditch attempt to keep the boy from getting it.
Xander, lying on Spike's back, his chin in the crook of the vampire's neck, tried to see where Spike's hand was going with his DvD. All he could tell though, was that it was headed in the general direction of his waist. Blindly, he reached underneath Spike, trying to grab it. Instead, he got a hand full of the vampire's private bits, right through his jeans.
Spike, already precariously balanced on his knees and one hand, with a heavy human on his back, felt the hand close over his dick and grunted in surprise, losing his balance. He unceremoniously fell into a sprawl on the floor, the hand holding Xander's DvD trapped under his stomach, Xander's hand trapped between his groin and the floor, Xander still lying on top of him.
Xander, mortified at where his hand was, tried to pull it away and get to his DvD, all the while holding Spike's CD behind his back with his other hand.
Spike, determined to ignore where Xander's hand was, glanced back both ways, trying to see what Xander had done with his CD. When he realized it was behind the brunet's back, he reached back with his free hand to try to get it. Instead, he got a hand full of Xander's ass.
Xander squeaked when he felt Spike grab his butt. He tried to wiggle free of it, but only succeeded in rubbing his groin into Spike's ass.
After a minute more of struggling, they both silently admitted defeat and fell still. Spike, because he couldn't get free of Xander without hurting him in some way and setting off the chip; Xander, because his hand was hopelessly trapped under Spike.
Sighing, Xander dropped his head to the floor over Spike's shoulder. "This is getting us nowhere."
Spike snickered and turned his head to face Xander's, his cheek resting against the floor. "Spose we could call a stalemate."
Xander rolled his head toward Spike's slightly, unnerved by how close he discovered their faces were. "You could get your hand off my ass."
"As soon as you take yours off my cock." Spike smirked, silently praying Xander gave in soon.
The fact that Spike hadn't gotten laid in a while, combined with Xander's hand on his dick, the boy's groin wedged against his ass, and the fact that he was a vampire and therefore horny twenty-four hours a day was making it very hard for him not to…get hard.
Xander's face reddened at the reminder, but he refused to be the one to give in first. "Give me back my DvD first."
"No, you give me my CD first." Spike retorted.
Xander's jaw clenched and his eyes narrowed. He began wiggling again, trying to move his hand. All he succeeded in doing was rubbing it over Spike's groin.
Spike closed his eyes and swallowed a moan, trying to at least preserve some of his dignity as he felt himself lose the battle and harden under Xander's hand.
Xander felt Spike's sudden arousal and froze.
Spike took a deep breath and decided embarrassing the human was the only way out of his own embarrassment. "Harris, either get your hand off my cock, and your dick away from my arse, or finish what you started."
Xander squeaked for the second time in five minutes, realizing what Spike was suggesting. He decided getting his DvD back wasn't the most important thing right then. Getting away from the evil, aroused vampire was more important. And pretending he hadn't gotten aroused himself by the suggestion and the feel of Spike against him and in his hand? That was most important of all.
The weight on top of him disappeared instantly and Spike smirked, immediately jumping to his feet.
Keeping his eyes on Spike's face and well away from that area below his waist that he could still feel in the palm of his hand, Xander cleared his throat and said, "Okay. I'll give you back your CD if you give me back my DvD...at the same time."
Spike nodded. "Count of three?"
Xander nodded in return. "One—"
"Two—" Spike added.
Together they said, "Three," and handed each other their property.
Xander turned away immediately, heading over to the shelf he kept his science fiction DvD collection on.
Spike studied his CD, checking closely for scratches, before turning his attention back to Xander. An evil smile crossed his face and he walked over silently, until he was close enough to grab the human around the waist and pull him back against him.
Pressing his still hardened member into Xander's backside, he said against his ear, "At least I've got an excuse. I'm a vampire." Dropping his hand from Xander's waist to cup his answering erection, Spike taunted, "What's yours?"
Xander had frozen the moment he felt Spike press himself against him. Before he could pull himself together though and respond to what Spike had said in any coherent sort of way, the vampire released him. Xander stumbled forward, caught himself, then turned around, prepared to lay into Spike, but the vampire was already gone.
Sighing, Xander crossed to the couch and flopped down on it, leaning his head against the back of it and closing his eyes. For the past week, Spike had been going out of his way to do things that pissed him off to the point he went after him, which invariably ended with them in some sort of precarious position, both hard.
He wondered what he was going to come home to tomorrow. More importantly, he wondered if tomorrow would be the day he gave in and fucked Spike…the way they both apparently wanted him to.
UST: Take Two