For you two (TFATF/XXX-Crossover)

He didn't kiss me. Instead his tongue left my lips, making me groan out in frustration.

"Only ten seconds left." He chuckled while looking over his shoulder at the clock. "This is a record, Dana, you know that? You're good, very good."

I couldn't help but hate him for that - to remind me of the fact that this obviously wasn't the first time that he pulled something like this off.

His lips brushed over mine so lightly as if a feather had touched me and the hateful thoughts were gone.

"My hands." He said. "Can I use them on you now?"

"Don't know if you can, but you should." I sighed.

"Good, because my leg starts to hurt."

His hands wandered from the wall down my back, along my sides, his fingers tracing my ribcage. I laid my head back, leaned into his touch. The hands were sliding further down to my hips, along the insides of my thighs, his thumbs coming dangerously close to my wet folds, and I found myself mentally cursing that they didn't get closer.

Finally, they came to a rest on the sides of my buttocks, his arms under my thighs.

"Lean back." He ordered softly. "Lean back and trust me. Don't move on your own account. I might drop you if you do; can only hold you if you don't."

"Thought you wanted to kiss me?" I said a bit disappointed.

"Sure." He chuckled and started to push me upwards with his arms until my legs were resting on his shoulders; my body now being high above the ground leaning to the wall. This happened so quick that I couldn't even protest and before I became aware what he actually wanted to do his tongue was already dancing over my clit in slow circular moves. I would later notice that this was about the time when all thoughts about Dom vanished.

Fire was spreading between my legs, at least it seemed like this to me. My brain was spinning, I wasn't able to think - something I usually didn't like, but in this case, it didn't seem to matter at all. The only thing I found myself wondering about for a short moment was how on earth he could manage to hold me up to the wall with just his hands and arms; but that thought, too, was soon swiped away with some short but obviously skillful flicks of his tongue.

I felt my breath coming faster and let out short moans each time his tongue touched me. The fact that he, as if in reply, moaned too, his breath spreading over my wet folds, was heating me up even more.

I didn't think that this could become any more intensive until he started to suck me, which, probably, was the point when I my moans became louder. Just that I didn't hear them; that mouth between my legs made me forget everything.

The licking, sucking, nibbling, breathing and moaning on my clit took me over the edge.

I heard a strange sound and it took me a moment to realize that I was screaming. My body was shaking and despite the fact that he still had to hold me up the wall he didn't stop his ministrations until after I had come.

After that, the sucking and nibbling stopped, now it was just his tongue, very tenderly. Anything more would, at that point of time, have been painful; I knew it and, disturbing enough, he seemed to know it, too.

I just tried to catch my breath and, when I finally managed to, looked down at him - just to find him looking up at me, his tongue still playing.

"Good time?" He smiled.

"Damn good time. Let me down or my weight will break your arms." I said with a small and rasp voice.

He lowered me slowly until our faces had about the same height, my legs still draped over his arms.

"Wrap your legs around me." He said. "If you're not too tired to continue, that is."

I just smiled and did what I was told, holding on to his shoulders with my hands.

His one arm wrapped around my waist, the other hand played with a strand of my hair.

"Thank you." He whispered.

"What for?" I almost laughed out loud.

"For giving me a taste." He smiled. "Want to taste yourself?"

His lips came down on mine, slowly, giving me time to refuse if I didn't want to; his eyes were talking an amazing language in this case. Asking, looking for approve or disapprove in my face. I couldn't help but just smile back, which he obviously took as an approve.

He kissed me, deep and passionate. I wrapped my arms around his neck, sucking at his tongue, teasing, nibbling, biting carefully.

I heard, no, felt him moan into my mouth. Gods, that felt good.

The hand that was still holding the side of my face was pushing me away.

"Where do you want me?" He said. "And how do you want me?"

"Don't know." I replied a bit breathless. "What do you want?"

"Uh-uh." He shook his head slowly. "That's not how I'm doing it. I want what you are willing to give, Dana. I don't want to 'take', I want to 'be given'."

"I want to see you." I admitted.

"That probably means - you on top?" He smirked.

"Definitely." I smiled.

"Not bad for a start." He shrugged. "Where do you want it? Tell me, Dana. Where would you like to see me?"

I thought for a moment.

"If I turn on the TV, we'd have enough light in front of it on the carpet..."

"You have MTV?" He asked.

"Sure."

"Good." He said and started to carry me to the living room.

I turned the TV on, he laid down on the soft carpet before it, put his arms behind his head and just looked at me.

"Turn the volume down a bit more." He said.

"Why?"

"Because I want to hear you, not that. That's just background."

I had to breathe in and kept standing beside the chair, just looking down at him.

"Like what you see?" He smiled.

"I do." I replied.

"Then why don't you come a bit closer?" He asked.

I sat down on the floor next to him and started to trace the tattoos on his arm with my fingers.

"Beautiful." I said. "I admire ink on a man's body."

"Should get some on your own body, Dana. They're becoming a part of you."

"No, that's not for me." I laughed a bit harsh. "I have other marks on my body."

"That scar?" He asked, removed one of the arms from behind his head and started to trace the scar with his fingers.

"Yeah, that too. Look a bit closer, Xander." I said.

He frowned, rolled on his side and started to look at my body really close. It took him some time to recognize the extent of damage, I guess.

"Holy shit!" He whispered. "I thought those were stretch marks!"

"All over my body, Xander?" I replied bitter and stared at the floor.

"Where the hell did you get them?"

"That was the 'bad experience with other brothers' Dom told you about, Xander." I said, still not looking at him. "Were applied with razors and some kind of acid."

I didn't feel like telling the whole story but that, as it seemed, was enough for him.

"Good Lord." He stuttered and got up from the floor to sit before me, still trying to really understand how much damage had been done. "I swear, if I had known about that, I would never have said that..." He considered for a moment. "Just a minute. You've been eavesdropping this morning?"

"In fact, I did. Can't blame me, Xander; that's something you are obviously doing all the time..."

"Right." He gritted his teeth, then started to trace the scars on my arm with his fingers.

"Stop that, I don't like it." I said and pulled my arm back.

"Hey Dana." He said while his hand caught my face and turned it to him. "You're beautiful and strong, you know that? And damn, I don't like how you got them, but those scars are beautiful, too."

I remember that this was the first time I noticed some metallic clicking on his hand. Metallic and clicking in combination with a hand near my face reminded me of something, and I stared at his hand like a rabbit at a snake.

The rings. When he moved his fingers, the rings were clicking. I took a deep breath. Everything okay, just clicking rings, Dana...

"Yeah sure." I snorted and tried to turn away.

"They're a part of you. If you start to love them, then they'll love you back, Dana." Xander caught me with his arms. "Why did you look at my hand like that?"

"Just felt... reminded of something." I said.

"Should I take the rings off?" He asked.

No, just leave them where they are. Look good on you." I replied.

"Speaking of looking good - come here. You wanted to look at me, fine; but let me look at you too."

"I don't feel too comfortable if-"

"Shut it." He whispered, leaned forward and licked one of the scars on my arm. Then another one, yet another one, and like this he worked his way up my arm, down and up the other, down my breasts, the stomach, the legs.

By the time he had reached my knees I was lying on the floor, panting and moaning.

"See?" He whispered. "If you love them, they'll love you back. Speaking of which - turn around."

"I don't have those on my back." I chuckled about his wording.

"And you don't like if someone looks at them, right?"

"Right."

"What do you like more? Looking at me or me not looking at those scars?"

"The latter." I admitted.

"Fine with me. Get up, on your knees."

He helped me, stabilized me with his arms when I did.

"Good. And now... hmmm... try to kneel on just one knee. Put the other leg forward as if you were sitting on a chair."

"What the hell do you want to do?" I frowned but did as I was told.

"Just trying to adjust your height a bit. Here..." He pushed one of the seat cushions in front of me. "Put your knee on this. Softer and better for the height. Ah, that's it." He said and crawled around me, in the motion pushing the chair with the backrest in front of me.

"That's what, Xander?" I wondered; until his arms wrapped around me from behind.

I felt his tongue licking over my ear and shuddered.

"Hold on to the chair." He whispered. His hand was gliding down my back, the other hand held on over mine to the back of the chair.

The hand on my back wandered down, over my buttocks, to my thighs, then, slowly and teasing, to the inside of my thighs.

I sighed and leaned back to him.

"Damn Xander..." I whispered.

"Say my name, Dana. Say it often; as often as you like. I love to hear it from you." The husky voice in my ear whispered while his hand was sliding between my legs from behind, slowly and teasing stroking over my folds.

"You're so wet, Dana, you know that? Damn, that's sexy." He growled, and I couldn't help but moan out in reply.

"How do you want it?" He whispered while his fingers were teasing my clit. "Like this morning with my brother, hard and fast; or should I take you slowly?"

"Slowly, please... for the beginning." I sighed and kissed his arm.

"Lick my arm, Dana. I like it when you lick me. Bite me, too. Hard, if you want. Don't forget my name, Dana."

The arm now sneaked around my leg, stroking me from the front. I felt something hard pressing against my leg from behind.

"Xander..." I sighed.

"Speak to me. Tell me what you like and what not. Tell me what I should do." His voice was nothing more than a breath on my ear, combined with a licking tongue.

"Touch me." I said. "There... yes... with your thumb. Gods, you're doing that so good, Xander..." I bit down on his arm and heard him moan into my ear.

"Would love to fuck you, Dana." He groaned.

"Do it, Xander. Fuck me, here and now."

"Guide me into you." He whispered. "Think you also have to get up a bit to do that. Think you can manage?"

My hand found its way behind me, between us, almost on its own accord. I touched the hard length, it felt like velvet steel in my hand. And...

"Good grief, Xander." I whispered. "Is it possible that you're even bigger than Dom?"

He chuckled into my ear in reply.

I had to grab his cock to really understand the extend of... well, mass; and groaned out.

"No way this is gonna fit in, Xander. No way." I said with a rasp voice and squeezed his cock with my hand. Hard like a rock, unbendable and really big.

"Will fit." He chuckled. "Lean forward a bit. Guide me; I won't hurt you. Trust me; I know how to handle that."

Yes, I thought, that's something I believe after what you've been doing with me so far...

He pressed my torso downwards with his chest.

"Do it, Dana, or I swear I'll come in your hand if you continue to squeeze me like this."

This time it was me who was chuckling. Slowly I guided him to my entrance; pressed him upwards a bit to adjust the angle. He sighed out in reply.

"I think now you should..." I said and couldn't say more, because he was already pushing into me.

"Fuck, you're tight." He groaned. "Damn tight."

"Must be your size. Or the angle. Or both... Gods, Xander..." I gasped and used both hands again to brace myself at the back of the chair.

"Relax, Dana, you need to relax." He whispered, removed the hand from the chair, stroked over my back with it and kissed me between the shoulder blades. I felt that he was leaning back; one hand on my back; the other holding still on my hip.

He pulled out a bit, just to then push into me again - deeper.

And deeper.

And deeper with each move.

When his hand slid up my back again, I knew that I was covered in sweat.

"Shhh..." He whispered; his voice quivering. "Won't hurt you, I promise. But damn, you're so tight and hot and wet..." He moaned out lout.

I felt my grip on the chair tightening.

"Xander... please..." I begged, not really knowing what for.

He was rubbing so damn hard inside me even if he was really careful. I didn't think that I would be able to stand this much longer.

And then he started to stroke over... something inside of me. I never felt anything like that before and took a deep, audible breath.

"Oh gooodsss..." I moaned out loud and desperately gasped for air again.

I felt him leaning forward, biting down on my neck before he pulled out and pushed inside of me again; again stroking over that point.

"...Xander!" I cried out to hear him moan loud in reply.

"That's it, Dana?" He gasped. "Got you? Want me to continue this?"

Irritating enough, I felt tears streaming down my face; but I didn't care.

"If you stop now, I'll kill you." I groaned.

He held on to my shoulder with one, to my hip with the other hand and took me with short, quick strokes; each brushing over that spot more intensely.

I didn't know what to do. I cried, begged, screamed senseless things; mostly his name.

Then, it seemed, my brain tilted. It just went... black; only to then blow up in fireworks.

Just like the rest of my body.

I threw my head back, my body back, and was just lucky that he was there to catch me; otherwise I would probably have cracked my skull on the floor.

I saw stars. Then, for a moment, just blackness.

When I opened my eyes, he was still holding me in his arms; and, to my own surprise, was still rock hard inside of me.

"What the hell have you done?" I whispered, still feeling tears run down my face.

"Told you that you wouldn't regret it." He whispered and kissed my cheek while stroking with his hand over the other; again I could hear the soft clicking of the rings, which now seemed comforting, soothing. "How are you?"

"Well, I think I just took a ride to the moon and crashed down hard to earth." I chuckled.

"Want to fly high again, Dana? With me this time, perhaps?"

"Hell, yes." I replied.