Seduction, Mitt-Style

By Sparky

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Xandrew/Mitt

Spoilers: none really, but it is pre-Chosen

Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I don't own anything, for if i did, Xander and Andrew would be locked in my room and forced to do the horizontal tango whenever I want them too...wait, they do that already...maybe I do own them....no that is only in my wishful thoughts.

Dedicated to Katie for starting this wonderful List!!!! Love ya! :)

Andrew giggled as he softly tiptoed into Xander's room. Then he remembered his plan to be like CatWoman, silently creeping in the night upon his prey.

His prey was lying on his back one arm flung over his head, the other riding low on his belly. Xander's dark brown hair stood in wild disarray upon the stark white pillow. Andrew took a moment to appreciate the sensual, erotic picture Xander made lying naked in bed.

Andrew paused to make sure everything was in place. He went down a mental check list of the supplies he needed for this plan of action: fluffy handcuffs, check; oven mitt, check and double check. He was ready for the plan to commence.

Andrew suddenly let out a scream worthy of Xena and pounced upon the sleeping Xander. Before Xander could scream, Holy Bananas Batman, Andrew had cuffed both of Xander's wrists to the bedboard and was straddling Xander, examining his prize.

"Andrew, have you gone evil again?" Xander asked, his voice still husky from sleep.

"No. I got tired of waiting for you and decided to take things into my own hands." Andrew giggled and slowly pulled on the pink oven-mitts.

Xander's eyes glazed over. Andrew in oven-mitts never failed to turn him on. He just hadn't realized Andrew had noticed his fixation with the oven-mitts. And then Xander didn't have time to think anymore because Andrew was slowly running the oven-mitt down Xander's chest.

Xander groaned and arched into the soft warmth of the oven mitts. Andrew must have just taken them from the dryer. "Andrew, what are you doing?" Xander asked, still trying to play it cool. He wished his hands weren't cuffed. He wanted to explore the body above him.

"Why, I'm seducing you, Xander," Andrew said in his best sexy-Hans Solo voice. "Is it working?" He ran a mitt covered hand over Xander's erection. "I'd say it is."

Xander was finding himself slightly turned on by this confident Andrew. He was so used to Andrew stuttering and blushing around him, that this new version was very erotic.

Andrew slithered down Xander's body and reached out his tongue to taste the pearly drops that were gathering at the tip of Xander's penis. Xander helplessly bucked his hips and purred when Andrew started stroking his nipples with the oven-mitt. Andrew sat up and looked at Xander's eyes. They were glassy and shone with lust and maybe a little something more. He leaned down and gently touch his lips to Xander's. Xander reached out his tongue and lapped at Andrew's lips. Andrew drew away again, but kept on sort of petting xander with the oven-mitts.

Andrew had started feeling a little nervous. He didn't really know what to do next. His limited experiences had been with Warren, and weren't really fond memories. Sure, he had loved Warren, but no where near as much as he loved Xander. He decided that he would let Xander lead the way from this point. "Xan, I'm going to take the handcuffs off, you're not going to like, kill me are you?"

Xander laughed and lunged up to capture Andrew's lips with his own. He poured all his longing and lust and passion for Andrew into the kiss and Andrew moaned, overwhelmed by the sensation that Xander caused in him. "Take off the cuffs Drew," Xander whispered against Andrew's mouth.

Andrew quickly unlocked the handcuffs and before he could lean down to kiss Xander agian, he found himself flat on his back, his body blanketed by Xander's muscular frame. He wrapped his arms around Xander's back, stroking the sun-bronzed muscles with the oven-mitts. Xander made a deep half-moan, half-purr in the back of his throat and leaned in to kiss Andrew.

He thrust his tongue into Andrew's mouth, as if he wanted to learn every secret hidden deep within Andrew's soul. Xander reached over to the bed-side table and took out the tube of lube he kept there for jerk-off sessions fueled by visions of Andrew in his oven-mitts.

Xander rested above Andrew on his elbows, searching the lovely face for signs of reluctance. There was none. "Roll over, baby," Xander growled, delighting in the flush of excitment he could see in Andrew's face. Andrew quickly rolled over onto his stomach, eager to feel Xander inside him.

Xander dribbled lube onto his fingers and slowly pushed one finger and then two into Andrew's tight hole, stretching it for him. Andrew moaned and pushed back onto Xander's hands. He had never known that something could feel this amazing. In all his times with Warren, all he had ever known was pain and humilation. This was a totally different feeling. With Xander, he felt cherished, even maybe loved. Andrew clutched at the pillows with his ovenmitts, moaning when he felt Xander's fingers replaced by his tongue.

"Xander!" whined Andrew.

"What baby? What do you want?"

Andrew didn't know what he wanted, he just knew that something was building inside him, something he had never really felt before. "Anything!"

Xander laughed and leaned over Andrew to nibble at his shoulder. He rolled on a condom and placed the tip of his erection to Andrew's hole. Andrew pushed back and let out a slow keening noise as Xander gently pressed inside his body.

Once his whole penis was tucked away inside Andrew, Xander paused to let him get used to the feeling.

Andrew was in bliss. Nothing had ever felt as good as Xander's penis inside him. He wriggled his hips and giggled at the low moan Xander let out. He tried clenching his ass and gasped when Xander held his hips still. Andrew pushed his ass back at Xander, trying to take as much inside as he could.

"Are you ready sweetheart?" Xander asked, wanting to make sure that he wasn't going to hurt Andrew if he started moving. He had a feeling Andrew had had too much of that in the past.

"Yes! Please, Xander..." Andrew let his voice trail off. He didn't really know what to ask for. Luckily Xander did and started slowly pulling out of Andrew's ass and sinking back in. He kept his pace slow and gentle until he felt Andrew thrusting back at him, wanting something but not knowing how to ask for it.

Xander sped up his actions until Andrew had to take hold of the headboard with his oven-mitt covered hand to keep his head from slamming into it. "Oh god, oh god! Xander!" Andrew cried, his head thrown back in pure bliss.

Xander lowed his head and kissed the back of Andrew's neck before trailing kissed around his cheek to his mouth. "I want you to turn over now, baby," Xander whispered, withdrawing completely from Andrew. ANdrew moaned in despair but did as Xander asked.

Xander took hold of Andrew's long, slim, smooth legs and wrapped them around his waist as he sank back into his lover's warm ass. Xander reached for one of Andrew's hands, which had found their way to Xander's back, and guided the oven-mitt covered appendege to Andrew's erection, which was steadily leaking onto Andrew's stomach. "Stroke yourself for me sweetheart. I've dreamt of watching you do this with those oven-mitts. Do you know how much you've been driving me crazy these past months?"

Andrew smiled mischeviously. "Why do you think I've been baking so much?" Andrew laughed at Xander's dumbstruck expression.

"Why you little minx, I think you need to be taught a lesson for that!" Xander said. He rotated his hips and found the little hidden spot inside Andrew that was bound to cause the blonde to go crazy.

Andrew screamed and panted, "Holy potatoes Batman, what was that?" And then he couldn't talk anymore because on each stroke, Xander was repeatedly brushing past that spot.

Andrew felt all the sensations build up inside and then suddenly he was screaming and arching up as his release covered both his and Xander's bodies. Xander groaned and buried himself one last time in Andrew's ass before his orgasm was wrenched from him by the spaziming of Andrew's internal muscles.

They lay there panting for a few mintes, catching their breaths before Xander rolled away to dispose of the condom. He was back in second, flopping on his back and drawing Andrew to his side. Andrew lay his head contentedly on Xander's shoulder and lazily stroked Xander's stomach.

"Xander," Andrew asked.

"What is it, sweetheart," Xander asked, placing a soft kiss on Andrew's temple.

"I think I love you," he whispered softly. He ducked his head so Xander wouldn't see his blush and kissed Xander's left pectoral muscle, right over the heart.

Xander wrapped his arms tighter around his gently blonde and whispered back, "I think I love you too."

The two new lovers feel contentedly asleep in each other's arms.

Out in the hall, Spike silently contemplated the couple inside. They were both his, had been since the moment he laid eyes on them. And he would get what was his, soon.

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