Spike wandered aimlessly through the cemetery, pausing now and then to light a cigarette or dust a vamp. He was bored. Where were all the bloody demons, anyway? He needed a nice spot of violence to get his mind off...
"Grrr," he growled, irritated at himself. Maybe he’d head over to the Fish Tank, see if there was a poker game he could get in on. Always the chance for a bit of violence there. Or maybe he’d find Clem and they could share a bucket of wings. Too bad The Bronze didn’t serve that flowering onion thing anymore. Just then, the sounds of a fight reached him. He perked up and headed in that direction.
Soon he was close enough to recognize the buzz of the Slayer in his head. Bloody hell, he thought disgustedly. Just what he needed, to run into the bleedin’ Slayer. He was so not in the mood to listen to her. And since when did he start thinking like the bloody Scoobies?
He moved closer; maybe there were enough vamps to go around and she’d feel generous enough to share. Suddenly, a familiar scent reached him. Xander. Spike pushed through the bushes to see Xander stake one vampire, only to be roughly shoved against a tree by another. Spike sighed as the boy was held helpless, watching the vampire lower its fangs for the killing bite.
With a shake of his head, he pinched his cigarette out and tossed it to the ground, then raced up behind the oblivious vamp, morphing and pulling his stake as he ran. Before the vamp could touch his boy, Spike staked it in the back. It exploded into dust and Xander looked at him with gratitude that quickly turned to shock as recognition set in.
"Spike!" he yelped.
Spike could smell the receding fear as relief flooded the boy, and then a sudden mixed wave of desire, uncertainty, and anger. Without giving himself time to think about the scents emanating from Xander, he turned and backhanded the vamp that Willow was still holding off. She levitated a stick and staked it while he placed himself between Xander and the remaining vamps, and began to joyously eliminate them one, and sometimes two, at a time.
As soon as the vampires were all dusted, Buffy turned to him. "Spike," she snarled. "What are you doing here?"
"Don’t get your knickers in a twist, luv, just passing through," he snarked at her, as he pocketed his stake and pulled out his pack of cigarettes and lighter. The scent of disappointment filled his nostrils, and he surreptitiously glanced at Xander as he lowered his head and held the lighter to the tip of the cigarette between his lips. The boy’s face was turned away from him, and from the stiffness of his stance, Spike could tell that it was deliberate.
"Was hoping to run into your boy," Spike amended, his demon raging at the thought of Xander belonging to anyone but him, even though he hadn’t quite resigned himself to the fact that he wanted Xander Harris at all, much less as much as he bloody well seemed to. Ponce. "I seem to have left somethin’ important at the apartment last night."
"What this time?" Buffy taunted. "Xander’s television?"
"Don’t need Xander’s television," Spike said, forgetting that he wasn’t here to argue with Buffy. "Got my own."
"We done here?" Xander interrupted. Spike glanced over at the boy, but he was staring unwaveringly at Buffy; ignoring him completely. "The sooner Spike finds what he’s looking for, the better."
Spike could tell from his tone and posture that Xander was pissed off about something. He’d find out what it was later. After he’d gotten the boy back to his apartment. And naked. And possibly begging. Yeah, begging was good, he thought, as he took a last drag on his cigarette before pinching it out and tossing it away.
"Yeah, we’re done," Buffy was answering Xander’s question. "Want us to come with?" she asked, throwing Spike a dirty look.
"That won’t be necessary, Buff," Xander said. "Let’s go." He started walking out of the cemetery.
Spike was pretty certain the words had been directed at him, though the boy hadn’t spared him so much as a glance. With a last look at the fuming and slightly confused Slayer, he moved off after Xander.
"I hate you," Xander muttered when Spike caught up with him.
"Mutual," Spike automatically snarled in reply. What in bloody hell was wrong with the little prat? He’d been the only thing Spike could think about all night and day, not to mention he’d just saved the boy’s pretty neck, and *this* was the welcome he got? Bloody ungrateful git! He wondered, what was he doing here again? Granted, the boy was hell-on-wheels in the sack, but a good-looking bloke like himself could get that anywhere. Though maybe not exactly the same; the boy could certainly give as good as he got.
Not like he’d miss him, or anything. He was a Master Vampire, he thought, puffing his chest up. What was *he*? A soddin’ human! Weak, and soft, and good, and...soft, and...warm. Grrr! That just proved he’d miss being able to take a hot shower more than he’d miss the boy. Where was he? Oh, yeah. Weak. Soft. Hearted. Soft-hearted. Good. And so bloody *responsive*. Arrgh! Where did that come from?
Spike was drawn out of his reverie when Xander stumbled and caught himself. He made sure the boy was going to stay on his feet before letting his mind process what his senses were telling him. Xander was wound tighter than a drum, and misery poured off him in waves. Just as Spike was going to ask him what was wrong, he realized they’d reached the apartment building. He decided to wait until they were inside before confronting the boy, and followed the silent figure into the building and up the flight of stairs.
Xander didn’t speak as he fumbled with the keys, slamming the door open when he finally got it unlocked. Spike cautiously entered the apartment after Xander, shutting the door behind him as he watched the boy throw his keys toward the counter, and then storm through the apartment and into the bedroom. He had just slipped his duster off and hung it up - what a ponce, he thought absently - when a red-faced Xander returned and threw the handcuffs at him.
Spike caught the cuffs against his chest, and then held them out and looked at them in confusion. "What’s this, then?" he asked. He really didn’t think the boy was asking to be tied up.
Xander’s breaths were ragged. "It’s what you came for, isn’t it?" he asked.
"Pardon?" Spike asked.
"You said...," Xander’s voice broke. "You said you forgot something...important..."
Spike just stared at him. Then understanding struck, and he still could do nothing but stand there and stare at the boy. The soddin’ little bugger thought what? That he’d played him and was dumping him? Not that he wouldn’t, or couldn’t, do that. ‘Cause he would. And could. He *was* still the Big Bad, despite the soddin’ chip. He just wasn’t ready to. Now everything made sense. Xander ignoring him, spewing hateful words, the misery pouring off him.
Wait...the misery pouring off him. That meant Xander really did want this as much as he did. Spike threw the cuffs the way of the keys, and took a step towards Xander. The boy backed up nervously. "I said," Spike nearly growled, taking another step and moving the boy back. "That I forgot something *important*." By the time he finished, Xander had been backed up to the wall, and Spike took one last step, bringing his body flush with Xander’s.
Heat wafted off the boy, warming him. He took in the abject misery on Xander’s face, the red-rimmed eyes, flushed face, and harsh breathing, before lowering his head until cool lips brushed the warm lips of his human. "You." He pulled back enough to speak, soft puffs of air rebounding off Xander’s lips and teasing his own. "You’re what I left behind."
He placed another soft kiss on Xander’s lips as he brought both hands up to rest on the wall on either side of Xander’s head, and pressed his body into the other man’s. "You’re what I need so *fucking* much," he groaned, and kissed him again. Harder. Xander moaned, and his hands came up to Spike’s face, sliding into his hair, returning the kiss with a desperation that fueled Spike’s own desire.
"Mmm, Spike," Xander moaned again, this time in disappointment, when Spike pulled away to let him breathe, and nibbled his way along his jaw and down his neck.
"You silly sod," he growled in Xander’s ear. "Were you trying to get yourself killed?" He bit down on Xander’s earlobe hard enough to make the chip twinge.
"No! Ow!" Xander yelped, slapping one hand over the ear Spike had just released. "That hurt," he pouted.
"You need to be more careful on patrol, Xander," Spike said, ignoring the ringing in his head. "You’re mine, now, and I would be *very put out*," he emphasized, "if anything were to happen to you." He ran his hands quickly over Xander’s body to assure himself that the boy was in one piece.
"B-but," Xander said. "But you said...a-and last night...," he stammered.
"What did you expect me to say in front of the Slayer, Xander? Let’s go back to your place so we can get naked and shag?" Satisfied that Xander was in fact all right, his hands took on the task of reacquainting themselves with Xander’s body - which he hadn’t touched for nearly 24 hours, and he thought he felt a smidgeon of withdrawal - for purely pleasurable reasons.
"No, but...you left, and...is that all this is?" Xander asked breathlessly, and possibly slightly distracted by the hands that had snaked their way beneath his t-shirt and were busily rubbing and pinching his nipples.
"Is what?" Spike asked, himself distracted by the scent of arousal wafting off his boy. He wanted to touch him everywhere at once, and cursed the fact that he only had two hands, and that they were both still fully clothed.
"This," Xander gasped, as Spike slid one hand around his back and beneath his waistband to cup his buttock. "Just a shag?"
"I think," Spike said, pressing his lips to Xander’s neck where his pulse beat rapidly, "I can safely say," he sucked and nibbled on the tempting bit of flesh, "that this is much more," he sucked on the earlobe he’d bitten earlier, "than ‘just a shag’." He kissed Xander again, as the other man’s arms went around his back and held him tight.
Xander’s lips parted, eagerly admitting Spike’s tongue, and the vampire reveled in the taste of him as he mapped the boy’s mouth. He kneaded Xander’s ass with one hand while the fingers of the other continued to tweak his nipple. When he paused to allow Xander to breathe, he carried his assault to the other side of the boy’s neck.
Panting for breath, Xander whispered, "But you left."
Spike stopped, and pulled back so he could see Xander’s face. "*What*?" he asked, irritated at the interruption. Xander looked away from him and shook his head, as if he knew he shouldn’t have said anything. Spike sighed. He hadn’t meant to make Xander think he wasn’t interested, it was just bloody inconvenient timing. Even though he’d told the boy that it wasn’t just a shag, the shaggin’ was pretty bloody important!
He gently cupped Xander’s face and turned it back so he could look into his eyes. "What?" he asked again, more softly.
"Y-you left," Xander repeated, his eyes skittering away from Spike’s. "Last night, you left."
"I don’t live here, Xander," Spike said, keeping his voice low.
"Right. I know that," Xander said. He unwrapped his arms from Spike and crossed them protectively over his chest. "But you stayed the night before."
"None of that, now," Spike said, tugging at Xander’s arms until they were back around him, placing his hands flat on his ass, and then manipulating them so Xander was cupping his buttocks. "Much better," Spike said, wrapping his own arms around Xander’s back and pulling him close.
"I loved staying here," Spike said, as he rested his forehead against Xander’s. "But we don’t live together, and there’ll be nights I have stuff to do, just like there’ll be nights you have stuff to do. Though I will admit, last night I was a little..."
"Scared?" Xander asked.
"No!" Spike denied. "I’m the Big Bad! I don’t get scared!" He paused. "Maybe...a little...uncertain," he admitted.
"About us?" Xander asked.
"About us," Spike agreed.
"Are you still uncertain?" Xander’s voice quavered.
"I came looking for you, didn’t I?" Spike asked.
"No, you said you were..."
Spike placed his fingers against Xander’s mouth to quiet him. "I came looking for you," he said.
"Did you miss me?" Xander asked against Spike’s fingers.
"Did you miss me?" Spike asked.
"I asked first," Xander said.
"Might’ve," Spike said. "You?"
"Maybe...a little." Xander blushed.
Spike gripped Xander’s hair and tilted his head down. "Tell me you’re mine," he growled, and then kissed Xander hungrily.
"Mmm, yours," Xander said, taking control of the kiss with feverish intensity. His hands tightened on Spike’s ass, pressing their groins together as he moved his hips, sliding their erections over one another. "Tell me," he managed to get out between kisses, "that you’re mine."
Spike hesitated. It was bad enough he was claiming a human, but to admit he belonged to him would certainly make him a ponce. Xander didn’t seem interested in his internal musings. He grabbed Spike’s hips and turned them, slamming him into the wall.
"Tell me," he snarled, rubbing himself against Spike. The vampire groaned as a jolt of desire shot to his already hard cock. "Tell me," Xander repeated, his breaths tickling Spike’s neck, fingers digging into his hips. He rocked his hips faster, more urgently, and Spike grabbed his ass, trying to bring them even closer. "Tell me," Xander whispered.
"Yours!" Spike finally yelled, unable to withstand Xander’s attack on his senses. "Yours, yours, Xander, don’t stop, don’t stop," he babbled. Hell, now he was babbling! You knew things were really bad when...oh, yeah, don’t stop, he thought. He slipped his hands back inside Xander’s pants, cupping his ass, squeezing the warm flesh while the other man sucked on his sensitive neck.
Spike was nearly overcome with the sensations coursing through him as Xander seemed to stimulate all of his erogenous zones at once. His hips continued to thrust against him while he nibbled on his neck, the feel of his teeth driving him wild. One hand kneaded his ass as the other moved up to rub a black-cotton covered nipple. The boy’s heat radiated off him and Spike felt as if he was burning up. His scent filled Spike’s nostrils and pushed him over the edge.
"Fuck, Xander," he groaned, tipping his head back against the wall and pressing his groin into Xander’s as his balls tightened and drew up against his body. His cock filled and pulsed as he shot load after load into his jeans. "Xander!" he cried, wondering what it was about this human boy that turned him on so.
"Spike. Oh, God, Spike," Xander moaned against his neck. The overheated body stiffened against him, blunt teeth clamped down on his neck, and growls issued deep from his throat as Xander joined him in climax. When Xander bit down on his neck, Spike roared, his balls straining to release every last drop of fluid.
When he came back to himself, Xander was resting all of his weight against him and softly mewling into his neck as he gently licked the spot he’d bitten. "Xander," Spike croaked, pulling his hands out of Xander’s thankfully baggy pants and wrapping them around his waist, holding him tight.
"Spike," Xander whimpered, and his body shuddered with aftershocks as his arms slipped up the blond’s body and around his neck.
Spike couldn’t believe the power of the orgasm that had wracked his body, and could only attribute it to the emotions that had been battering him all day. "Xan," he tried again.
"Tired," Xander groaned.
"All right, pet," Spike said. "Let’s get you into bed." He paused, wondering just how he expected to get Xander into the other room when he wasn’t sure he’d be able to stand without the wall currently supporting him. He narrowed his eyes. He was a bloody demon. There was no way he was going to let sex with a human boy, no matter how good it was, incapacitate him.
He - Spike tightened his grip around Xander’s waist - was - he pushed off the wall with his butt - a - and began walking Xander backwards down the hallway to his bedroom - demon! He breathed a sigh of relief when they reached the bedroom, backed Xander into the bed, and lowered him onto it. He braced his knees against the edge as he helped Xander lay back.
"You gonna let go of me?" Spike asked, looking down into Xander’s face. The brunette looked back at him through heavily-lidded eyes, his lips curled in a smile. "What’re you smiling at?" he asked brusquely.
Xander hesitated, and then his smile grew. "You," he said. "Staying?" he asked plaintively.
It was Spike’s turn to hesitate. He’d already made his decision, though he hadn’t yet admitted it to himself. He’d spent the balance of the night after he left Xander, and the entirety of the next day, wishing he was back with him. Yeah, the sex was great, but as if that wasn’t surprising enough, he found himself missing Xander’s silly comments and ridiculous clothes, the way his whole face lit up when he smiled, his delicious scent, especially after Spike made a point of rubbing up against him, his warm touch...
"Yeah," he whispered. "I’ll stay."
Xander’s eyes fell shut as his smile grew even wider. "Good," he said softly, running his fingers into Spike’s hair and pulling his head down until their lips touched. "Missed you," he added as he nibbled on Spike’s lips.
"C’mon, pet," Spike insisted against Xander’s swollen lips. "Let’s get your clothes off, yeah?"
"I wanna Spike," Xander whined. "But I don’t think I caaannn."
Spike stared down at Xander in confusion, and then smiled in understanding. "To sleep, git," he whispered, making it sound like an endearment.
Xander giggled tiredly. "Oh. I think I can do that." He opened one eye. "But you’re still staying, right?"
"Yeah, pet," Spike assured him. "I’m staying." He waited. "So, gonna let go?"
Xander sighed deeply, then loosened his fingers and released his hold, his arms falling heavily to the bed. "‘Kay," he agreed with a sated smile.
Spike shook his head as he stood and began to undress Xander. He pulled the boy’s boots and socks off, and then unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. "Lift," he ordered softly, pulling pants and boxers down when Xander managed to raise his hips off the bed. He tossed them on the floor and gently slapped Xander’s hand away so he could push the t-shirt up, running his hand over the boy’s warm abdomen. Spike pulled Xander up long enough to shove the jacket off him and tug the t-shirt over his head, then laid him back down.
"Don’t move," he commanded, then tossed the jacket over a chair and carried the pile of dirty clothes into the bathroom and threw them into the hamper. He removed his own clothes and wiped his stomach and softening cock off with a warm cloth, then rinsed the cloth and re-wet it for Xander. Spike turned off all the lights, then padded on bare feet through the darkened apartment to Xander’s bedroom and cleaned him up with the cooling cloth.
Xander sucked in a breath when Spike placed the cloth on his stomach. "Bastard!" he hissed.
Spike grinned while he finished cleaning him, and dropped the cloth on the floor. "Sorry, pet," he said as he pulled the sheets down and tucked Xander beneath them, then climbed onto the bed and crawled over him, snuggling under the covers on the other side of the bed.
Xander rolled into him, wrapped his body around him, and buried his face in his neck. He ran one hand up and down Spike’s arm as if he were petting him. "I’m glad you’re here," he said, and promptly fell asleep.
Spike wondered if the boy had as much trouble sleeping the night before as he had. He took a moment to savor the warmth seeping into his body, and the comfortable, familiar scent of his lover. He rolled that word around his mind, testing it. Lover. His human lover. His boy. Xander. "Me, too," he whispered, and joined Xander in slumber.
***
Spike woke the next morning when Xander stepped on the cold, wet cloth he’d dropped on the floor the night before, and swore. Spike grinned to himself and snuggled deeper into the warm blankets, listening to Xander mutter to himself about vampires and revenge as he hobbled to the bathroom. Moments later, he was crawling back under the covers, draping his cooled body over Spike’s warm one.
"Oi!" Spike yelped, coming awake immediately.
"There’s a cold, wet washcloth on the floor," Xander snarled playfully at him.
"Hmm, wonder how that got there," Spike said.
"I’ve got a pretty good idea," Xander said, snapping his teeth near Spike’s neck.
The blond groaned and grew hard. "Don’t tease."
"Who’s teasing?" Xander asked, latching onto the skin at the juncture of Spike’s neck and shoulder, pulling it into his mouth and gently gnawing on it with his teeth, then sucking on it hard enough to leave a mark.
Spike’s whole body arched off the bed, supported by his feet and head as it rolled back onto the pillow. "X-Xander," he moaned.
"What’s the matter, Spike?" Xander released his neck and Spike fell back onto the bed. "Does the vampire have a little neck fetish?" he asked, reaching up to tease a nipple as he once more buried his face in Spike’s neck.
"Gah, yes!" Spike cried, his arms grasping for Xander, then falling nerveless to the bed as the boy licked and nibbled at his neck.
Xander shifted so his body covered Spike’s, his forearm resting on the pillow near Spike’s head as he switched his attention to the other side of Spike’s neck, his free hand resting on Spike’s chest as he rubbed the other nipple with his thumb. He lifted his head out of Spike’s neck and placed a soft kiss on his lips. Spike opened his eyes and tried to control his breathing. He was a vampire, he didn’t need to breathe, he reminded himself, and took another deep breath as he looked into Xander’s eyes.
"Why are you here?" Xander asked.
"Huh?" Spike responded.
"Why are you here?" he repeated.
Spike blinked. "‘Cause you asked me to stay?" he replied.
"Why?" Xander asked again.
Spike found himself getting annoyed. "What is this, Xander?" he asked, quickly coming down from the high the boy had induced by attaching warm lips to his neck. "Don’t you want me here?" What if, in the light of day, er, dark of early morning, the boy had changed his mind? Well, sod that! He didn’t need...
"Of course I want you here," Xander said. "But... Do you really want to be here?"
Spike huffed. "Yes, Xander," he said, exasperated. "I really want to be here."
"Why, Spike?" he prodded. "Why do you want to be here?" He lowered his face and stared at Spike’s chest. "I mean, what do I have..."
"Xander," Spike softly called his name. He wrapped his arms around the suddenly shivering boy. "Look at me, pet," he commanded, though his tone was gentle. Xander raised watery eyes. "I don’t understand it, either," he said, moved by the brunette’s emotion. "I just know I want you. I need you."
"I want you, too," Xander said, his voice small. "Need you," he admitted, lowering his lips to Spike’s chest. He kissed the spot over Spike’s unbeating heart. "Spike," he said, his voice quavering, and as he looked back up at the vampire one tear slipped from his eye and traced a path down his cheek. "It scares me...how much I...how much I need you."
"Xander," Spike said, brushing the hair away from Xander’s face, and then carefully wiping the tear off his cheek.
"I mean, four days ago, I didn’t even like you!" he insisted.
"Xander," Spike said more firmly, though still keeping his voice low.
"What?" Xander asked.
"Stop thinking and just kiss me," Spike said, and Xander did. Spike lifted his head to meet Xander’s mouth as the boy slid up his body. Their lips touched in a gentle, comforting kiss that almost immediately turned heated as tongues danced and explored, ending only when Xander needed to pull back to gasp for air.
Spike nuzzled Xander’s neck as his hands roamed over the boy’s back and down to his buttocks. Spike moaned as he squeezed and kneaded the firm globes beneath his hands, spreading them and letting his fingers slide along the cleft and over the tempting pucker. Xander grunted as he pressed back into Spike’s hands and then ground their groins together.
Xander turned his attention back to Spike’s neck as he thrust his hips into the blond. Spike tilted his head back to give Xander better access as desire spiraled through him. His finger prodded Xander’s dry hole.
"Oh, Spike, please," Xander begged, pushing back. "Please..."
"Want this?" Spike asked, teasingly stroking his finger over the boy’s entrance.
"Yes!" Xander gasped.
"Want me in you? Want me to fuck you, Xander? Make you mine?" Spike’s deep, husky voice stoked the fire burning in them both. He couldn’t believe how quickly Xander could arouse him. With a look, a touch.
"Yes. God, yes," Xander whimpered, mindlessly humping the vampire. "Want you in me, Spike. Make me yours!" His voice went up an octave as Spike threw him onto his back and took his place between the brunette’s legs.
He started kissing his way down Xander’s body, pausing to suck on his neck, to lave a nipple, to slip his tongue into his navel, before dragging his tongue down Xander’s hard shaft while the boy thrashed beneath him, muttering nonsensical words of encouragement as his hands on Spike’s head urged the vampire lower.
He nudged Xander’s thighs, and the boy eagerly spread them, bending his knees to give Spike more access. Spike lay between Xander’s legs and licked his nut sac, then pulled one into his mouth, gently rolling it on his tongue. Xander was vocal in his approval. Releasing it, Spike licked the flesh behind his balls.
As he made his way lower, the boy pulled his legs back, opening himself up for Spike’s exploration. Spike spread his cheeks and took a moment to admire Xander’s pink hole before running the flat of his tongue over it, then fluttering the tip of his tongue against it.
"More, Spike, please," Xander pleaded, his fingertips digging into his thighs as he held his legs back.
Spike sucked on Xander’s hole, and then pointed his tongue and pressed it into him. He pulled his tongue out, and then pushed back in, then again, and again.
"Oh, God, yes. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop," Xander begged the vampire as he tried to lift his hips against Spike’s face, wiggling his ass on his invading tongue.
Spike swiped his finger over his leaking cock, collecting the pre-come. He withdrew his tongue and lifted his head. Xander groaned his protest. Spike circled his finger over the spit-slicked entrance, and then slowly shoved it through the tight ring of muscle. Xander started panting as Spike inexorably slid his finger all the way inside him, and then yelped when he brushed it over his prostate.
"Like that, pet?" Spike asked, looking up at Xander from his position between the boy’s legs as he carefully pumped his finger in and out of Xander’s passage, continually stimulating his prostate.
"Y-yes," Xander gasped.
"Want more?" Spike asked, reaching up to scoop the pooling pre-come off Xander’s stomach.
"Yes, Spike, please," Xander implored.
Spike pulled his finger out, coated two with the thick fluid, and gently pushed them into Xander.
"Yes, yes, oh, God, Spike," Xander encouraged. Spike scissored his fingers to stretch him, then reached for his prostate. Xander bucked. "Yes, yes, yes," he chanted and writhed as Spike’s slippery fingers fucked him, sliding over his prostate with each entry. Spike replaced two fingers with three, making sure the boy was ready to receive him, then withdrew and climbed to his knees.
"Tell me what you want, Xander," Spike commanded, stroking his hard cock, lubricating himself with the pre-come weeping from his slit. He wrapped his fingers around Xander’s stiff flesh and pulled on it, then coated his fingers with Xander’s essence and transferred it to himself.
"You," Xander said breathlessly. "Want you, Spike."
"Want me in you?" Spike asked as he placed the head of his cock against Xander’s hole. "Making you mine?" He didn’t know why he needed to hear it again, but he wanted Xander to say the words.
"Yes, in me! Yours." Xander nodded frantically.
"Oh, Xander," Spike groaned, and pressed into him. When his head penetrated the ring he paused, giving Xander a moment to become used to him, then pushed the rest of the way in. His boy was so tight, so bloody hot, Spike nearly came as soon as he was fully seated within him.
He closed his eyes and gripped Xander’s hips, willing his orgasm back. He didn’t want it to end yet. He needed to make the boy his. He drew back, and then thrust back in. "Mine."
"Yours! Oh, God, Spike!" Xander cried, his fingers fisting in the sheet as Spike drove into him, angling his hips so he passed over Xander’s prostate with each plunge.
"Feels so good," Spike moaned. "Mine, Xander. Mine." He morphed, and looked down at Xander with amber eyes. "Xander, I can’t..."
Xander looked up at him in wonder. "What...?"
"Feel so good. Smell so good." Spike closed his eyes and bit his bottom lip, drawing blood. Xander reached up and wiped the drop off his chin, and Spike’s eyes shot open. He watched as Xander stared at his finger, and then licked it clean.
Spike couldn’t believe Xander had done that. "So fucking hot," he rasped, pistoning in and out of Xander’s ass. He knew he wasn’t going to last much longer.
Xander reached for him and Spike allowed himself to be pulled down. Xander kissed him softly, and let his tongue slip between his lips and run over his teeth, explore his fangs. And then he was arching his back, his mouth open in a silent scream, warm come shooting between them.
"Fuck, Xander," Spike groaned. He buried his face in Xander’s neck, where the sound of his blood rushing through his body was louder, the scent stronger. He rubbed his forehead against Xander’s neck as his boy’s internal muscles clamped down on him. He struggled to control himself, and then Xander closed blunt teeth on his neck, drawing blood.
Spike shuddered, and slipped his fangs into Xander’s neck. He drank, and his orgasm hit him as Xander’s blood flowed over his tongue. He bit deeper as he filled Xander’s ass, and Xander bit down harder as a second orgasm ripped through him. Spike withdrew his fangs and roared Xander’s name, then lowered himself onto his boy after he’d emptied himself into him.
"Mine," he said as he licked Xander’s neck, lapping up the blood and sealing the bite.
"Yours," Xander said, exhausted again. He petted Spike’s head. "Mine," he said sleepily.
Spike lost his demon visage. "Yours," he agreed, and fell asleep still inside Xander.
***
They woke to Xander’s alarm, and he groaned. "I gotta get up, Spike," he said.
"Mmm," Spike responded, not moving.
"Spike." Xander poked him. "Spike."
"Don’t wanna move," Spike said. "You should stay home today," he added.
"I can’t," Xander said. "Besides, I can’t feel my legs." He poked Spike again.
"Quit pokin’ me," Spike whined, slapping at Xander’s hands.
Xander froze for a second, then asked, "Did you just whine?"
Spike hesitated. "No," he denied. "‘M a Master Vampire. I don’t whine. I kill and maim."
"Uh huh. I also have to pee," Xander said, and Spike immediately rolled off him, arms flailing. Xander laughed and climbed stiffly to his feet, then staggered to the bathroom. He continued talking to Spike, but the vampire buried his head under one of the pillows and ignored him. Utter and absolute silence pulled Spike’s head out from under the pillow. The only sound was Xander’s racing heart.
"Xan?" he called. There was no answer. "Xander?" he called, a bit louder.
"Spike," Xander squeaked.
"What’s wrong?" Spike asked, climbing out of the bed.
"You, uh, you bit me," Xander said.
Spike walked into the bathroom to see Xander staring into the mirror, his fingers tracing the bite mark. "Oh, uh, yeah. I seem to remember that," Spike said.
"H-how?" Xander asked. "The chip..."
"Still works," Spike said. "Gave me a jolt when I bit your ear." He reached out and pinched Xander.
"Ow!" Xander yelped.
"Oh, bloody fuck!" Spike snarled, grabbing his head as the chip went off.
"You all right?" Xander asked worriedly, taking Spike into his arms.
"Except for this bleedin’ headache," Spike said, allowing his head to rest on Xander’s shoulder.
"Then how...?"
"Don’t know," Spike said. "Maybe ‘cause you wanted me to."
"I didn’t want you to bite me!" Xander yelled.
"Oi! Sensitive ears here!" Spike yelled back, pulling out of Xander’s arms. "You wanted to be mine," Spike said, with a pout. "Didn’t you?" He forced himself not to look needy.
"Well, I, uh, yeah, but... I thought we were talking about, you know, sex," Xander said.
"I thought you didn’t want it to be just sex," Spike countered.
"Well, okay, yeah, true. But I wasn’t really talking about getting turned into a vampire, either!" he said.
"Didn’t turn you!" Spike retorted angrily. "Just a little...sex bite." He leaned back against the wall, crossed his arms over his chest, and stared at the tiled floor.
"Sex bite?" Xander repeated. "So this is a vampire sex thing?" he asked, looking back into the mirror.
"Basically," Spike said, trying not to look guilty. "Made you come, right?" he asked, trying to change the subject without seeming obvious.
Xander blushed. "Yeah," he said.
Spike grinned, then got serious. "I didn’t mean to. Bite you, that is. I just...don’t know what came over me. After you bit me, I just had to. Won’t do it again, if you don’t want. But then, you can’t go around biting me, either," he teased, waggling a finger at Xander.
He pushed away from the wall, grasped Xander by the face, and pulled him down for a kiss. "We need to talk about the different kinds of vampire bites, but we don’t have time to go into it now. You need to get to work. We’ll talk about it later, yeah?"
"O-okay," Xander agreed. He stared into Spike’s eyes. "I bit you, too," he said, as if Spike’s comment had caused the memory to resurface. "I tasted your blood."
Spike grinned. "Yeah. That was fuckin’ hot, Xander," he said, and kissed him again. "Shower, and work. Talk later."
Spike left him to take a shower, and felt an even worse headache coming on. The first bite had been a sex bite, no doubt about that. But how in bloody hell was he going to explain the claiming bite to Xander? Then another thought hit him. Buggerin’ soddin’ hell! How was he going to explain Buffy?