Spike stirred snuggling into the bundle of heat pressed against his chest and lap. He inhaled an unnecessary breath savoring the way Xander smelled; sleep, whatever shampoo he�d used, chocolate and sex. Xander always smelled of sex.

Spike let his fingers explore the soft heat in his palm. His erection stirred as Xander mumbled and shifted his hips moving his ass in Spike�s lap. Spike stroked Xander�s balls again eliciting another squirm. Wanting to watch the movements Spike tossed the blankets aside and did it once more, this time prolonging the tickle. Xander�s hip shifted, squirming under the tickling touch not sure if they wanted to go forward or back against the soft tickle there.

Spike watched Xander�s squirming movements enjoying their sexiness. The boy�s lips were parted and the tip of his tongue peeked past his sensual lips. There was a slight furrow on his brow and his dark hair looked darker against the starkness of the white pillowcase.

Spike slipped out of the bed and moved across the room to pull the coverings from the window and let in the night, bathing the room in a multi-hued glow of softness. He turned to stare at Xander drinking in the young man�s dark beauty.

Spike gravitated back to the bed, to Xander sleeping there naked. He reached out and trailed a finger across the young man�s shoulder and down his spine. Xander�s back arched, his hips squirmed and his legs rubbed together. Spike�s cock twitched fully awake and he crawled back into the bed pressing against Xander�s back delighting in the sensation of his pet pressing back and moving against his erection.

Spike maneuvered it between the warm buttocks, letting it bask in the heat while Xander squirmed and slithered against him. Scents curled up tickling his sensitive nose tantalizing and mouth watering calling to his demon. Spike nudged Xander onto his stomach and licked his lips as he gazed at the boy�s perfect ass. He leaned forward to kiss and nibble Xander into wakefulness.

�Hmm, that�s nice,� Xander murmured turning his head to look back at Spike. He felt Spike grin into his cheeks and pressed himself back sliding his hand down to his groin.

�And that�s mines hands off,� Spike told him reaching up to dislodge Xander�s fingers from his drooling cock. �Besides, you�re gonna need both hands for holding on this is gonna be the ride of your life, pet,� Spike told him then went back to his nibbling.

His attentions were doing what he wanted, driving Xander insane. The boy�s hips were angled off the bed; back arched and chest pressed into the mattress as he presented himself for the vampire�s expert ministration. Xander was moaning and pleading already and Spike hadn�t even touched his pucker yet.

Lost in his passion, incited by Xander�s, Spike�s nibbles became greedy. His fingers squeezed into Xander�s fleshy globes, trying to control the intense hip movements. He sucked in a mouthful of hot flesh, his tongue lapping up the salty sweat, teasing his taste-buds with the remembered taste of Xander�s sweet hot blood.

His demon surged to the surface egged on by Xander�s salacious responses as he scraped his fangs against the soft dusky flesh. Xander quivered deliciously in his hands and Spike�s eyes shuttered closed as his fangs pierce the skin.

The wash of blood scorching over his tongue and down his throat as he sucked spun Spike into utter bliss. Xander was panting and babbling, his hips jerking while his cock spewed cum into the tangled sheets.

~No! Not again!~

Spike jerked back. He hadn�t meant to bite Xander again, at least not until Xan was ready.

Xander continued squirming, his hips moving in small needy circles and tears of frustration leaked from his eyes as he drew in ragged breaths.

�Ooohmmmoore Spike I need more please don�t leave me like this,� he moaned weakly all his energy going into his hip gyrations.

Spike licked his red lips and leaned forward to drag his tongue over the bite mark on Xander�s twitching flesh.

�Nowpleasenow,� Xander begged/demanded looking over his shoulder into Spike�s glowing eyes.

�Right, pet� Spike breathed gripping Xander by his bucking hip while rubbing and pressing the head of his dripping cock against the tight pucker. Spike slid his cock over the sensitive rosette smearing the blood that had run into the crevice. His hips pressed forward bending his cock at the tight resistance. He was about to tell Xander to relax when the boy pushed back and he was sliding into scorching hot velvet as Xander reared back into his lap forcing him to settle on his heels or fall over.

Xander tossed his head and groaned deep in his chest as he slowly inched his way down the length of Spike�s erection stretching himself painfully but feeling so good. Over shadowing the empty ache he�d been experiencing, experienced every time he thought about Spike and his magic fingers, doing this. Having this cold spike of flesh inside of him filling him up in a way he�d never experienced Xander clenched his eyes tight squeezing out a few tears of pain and tried to breathe.

His mind swirled and tumbled, dazed and overwhelmed as Spike held them still. Not moving until he was certain Xander was no longer experiencing pain, but waves of pleasure. Xander trembled against him, in his hands, around his coldness. Slick with sweat that tasted divine when Spike licked it from the back of his sweaty neck and shoulders crooning and whispering softly.

The ache melted away and was replaced by incredible sensations of icy/heat shimmering out from the throbbing ring of his anus. Xander moved his hips cautiously, testing. Waves of pleasure washed through him when Spike�s member rubbed across his nerve-nodule melting him into a pool of hot chocolaty goo.

�Move, Please move,� Xander panted grinding his hip in small circles.

Spike�s hands stroked the length of Xander�s thighs, sliding in to flutter at their point of joining before moving to firmly grip the gyrating hips.

Hands urging his movements, guiding him in a different dance of intimacy; Xander eased himself up the length of Spike�s curved cock. Up and down Xander moved winding them up with tension, his hair damp with sweat and clinging to his neck and face; Spike�s pole gliding in and out of his heat his lips on Xander�s neck teasing.

And then Spike was easing free making Xander mewl and whimper at the loss. Spike turned him, maneuvering Xander so that they were face to face and pressed him down on his back. Lifting Xander�s knees and folding them back toward his chest, positioning him, opening him.

Spike pressed the glans against the tight muscle-ring and delved back into the shimmering heat. Xander�s eyes fluttered open and little electric shocks swam through him as Spike�s cock slid over his prostate. Spike�s pale hips rocked back and forth in slow easy glides. Xander rolled up to meet each stroke grunting and panting in pleasure.

�Oh yes, so good, ahh Spike, deeper so good.�

Spike�s hands clamped on Xander�s waist as he lowered himself on top the squirming mass of heat and Xander wrapped his legs around Spike�s narrow hips his ankles crossed and heels digging into to Spike�s pumping globes. Spike buried his face in Xander�s neck panting and groaning in pleasure, his breath tickling the over-heated skin and making Xander press up against his mouth.

�Mmmm so hot, luv, so deep an� tight,� Spike crooned as he stroked his aching cock in and out, loosing himself in the intense milking sensations.

�Please,� Xander whispered deliriously as Spike stroked the tension tighter and tighter. He was almost at the snapping point, wanting to experience that blissfulness floating away, wanted Spike�s fangs piercing him, dissolving him. He didn�t have to ask twice.

*****
Part 10:

POV: Xander

Xander sat in the hotel room waiting for Spike to return from wherever it was he�d gone off to. It was getting pretty close to sunrise and he was anxious for his lover to return.

~My lover~

He liked the way it sounded in his head, the way it felt in his mouth when he whispered it to himself. There was a certain heat to Xander�s state of anxiousness. Thinking about the blonde made him shiver, and he fingered the puncture wounds floating in the center of the purpled passion bruise � both refreshed earlier that evening before the two finally climbed out of bed and dragged themselves to the shower.

He knew he should call Willow, should have already done so. He had promised and Xander never broke a promise to those he loved, besides, there was something specific he wanted to talk to Willow about and the best time to have that discussion would be now, when the subject wasn�t present. Things were going well between he and Spike but there was still that thing he kept putting off, didn�t want to think about too much. Eternity.

Xander reached for the phone, absently fingering the marks on his neck, and placed his call.

~~~~~

�Mmmnullo?� her voice was muffled with sleep as she flipped open the cell phone. Willow squinted across the room at the digital clock � 4:30 A.M. whoever it was, this had better be good. Willow had been up fairly late cleaning and moving furniture, now that she had her own room again she was making the most of her space.

�Wills?�

�Xan, is that you?�

�Yeah sorry about the time and for not calling sooner.�

�S�kay. How are you hon?�

There was brief pause, as if he were considering her question. �Xander you still there?�

�Huh? Oh yeah, sorry. I�m good; the Xan-man is good.�

�Good I�m glad to hear it, you sound good.�

�Do I?�

�Yes you sound much more relaxed, like yourself, the Xander I know. How�s Spike?�

�Incredible.�

Willow giggled softly. �Sounds like things are working out then, told you.�

�Yeah,� he grinned even though he knew she couldn�t see him. �So how are things there?�

�Believe it or not, thing�s have been pretty quiet. Giles� girlfriend has been in and out of town a lot. That woman does more traveling than anybody I know.� She laughed softly.

�What�s funny?�

�Those two, and Buffy, for some reason, she doesn�t like Giles� orgasm-buddy.�

�She doesn�t like anybody she can�t lord it over. Wish I was there so I could watch the cat-fighting.�

�Yeah, but you�re not missing much. When are you planning to come back?�

�Not sure yet, why? Have the others said anything about me?�

Willow was thoughtful a moment, �No, I�m sorry Xan, but it�s like they haven�t even noticed we�re not around.�

�Oh,� It hurt a bit, not much but enough to make a difference. �Wait, you said us?�

�Hmm, yes, we don�t spend much time anymore.� She could detect the somewhat sad note in his tone.

�Xander, that�s a good thing. Them not noticing we�re not there. If they started asking questions...�

�Yeh, you�re right.�

�So when do you think you might come back?�

�I don�t know, Wills. There�s nothing to come back for except you.�

�Then don�t. Don�t come back.�

�What do you mean don�t come back?�

�Just that; don�t come back to Sunnydale because of me. Xander I�m not going to be here forever, honey, and the only reason I haven�t left yet is you. I worry.�

�You don�t need to.�

�I know that silly, but I do. I worry that you�ll be here alone when I leave.�

�I�ll be fine Wills.�

�Well, yes, I know. I mean especially now, with you and Spike being together and all.�

�Yeah me and Spike,� Xander murmured, �together, forever.�

�Excuse me, what did you just say?� Willow was no longer lying on her bed staring up at the ceiling imaging her friends face, but sitting up and staring at the phone as if it had spouted a tongue and licked her, like in that nightmare on whatever that street�s name was.

In the hotel, Xander shot a quick look over his shoulder at the door and then around the room, making triple sure Spike hadn�t returned without him hearing it. �Um Wills, Spike... he um, well.�

�Just say it Xander.�

�He wants me forever.�

�Of course he does honey, he loves you.�

�No, Wills, I mean forever... as in eternity, turning Xander into a vampire and-�

�He what?!�

�He wants�

�I heard you; I�m just in shock is all. I hadn�t considered this.�

They were both silent, the crackle of static over the line sounding extremely loud in their ears. Xander sighed. Willow lay staring at the ceiling.

�What are you going to do?�

�Still don�t know yet.�

Then, both speaking at the same time, �Willow Xander can do you want me to come to LA?� Two seconds passed before they answered simultaneously again, �Yes.�

�Okay, I�ll be there this afternoon.�

Xander let out a sigh. �Thanks love, see you when you get here.�

Xander gave Willow the name of their hotel and then hung up. He sat and stared at the phone for several minutes, thinking about what he�d just said to his best-friend. He sat that way until the sound of Spike�s key in the door pulled him from his ruminations.

~~~~~
POV: Spike
~~~~~

The dark looks were starting to make Spike mildly anxious. Was Xander going to have another fit or not already? He hoped not. Xander blowing up was not something Spike wanted to experience on a regular basis. Maybe once every three or four years would be a good precedent. Of course he knew that was unrealistic but hey, he was allowed to dream wasn�t he?

Xander had been pretty quiet since their last tumble in the sheets and every now and then Spike catch those intense brown eyes watching him with an unreadable expression.

That was another anxiety generator; the utterly blank, undecipherable expression � or lack thereof, on Xander�s face. He had to step back and re-evaluate what he thought he knew about the young mortal; Xander refused to stay inside of the little classification boxes Spike used when dealing with mortals. Every time he thought he had Xander figured out the boy did something to obliterate Spike�s �understanding loony mortals� system.

First Xander had introduced him to *I�m fed up and don�t care anymore-guy*. Spike had been surprised but not deterred in his decision to make his move on the mortal. Xander hadn�t put up as much as a fight as Spike expected, but he had been working on a time-table to catch the boy off guard. His patience had been rewarded when he experienced the nectar of Xander�s orgasm that first night.

Then Xander had gone off and almost gotten killed, driving home the realization of the boy�s fragility. Spike had been terrified at the prospect of loosing Xander so soon after obtaining the object of his desire.

Xander threw him for another loop when he allowed Spike to become up close and personal with *This is Xander on Anger-guy*. Who would Xander introduce him to next? Spike had mixed feelings on that topic, but there was one thing he didn�t have mixed feeling about � how he felt about the mortal. Spike loved him and he wanted Xander to be his mate; for the rest of their extended lives.

Xander Harris filled an emptiness in the vampire, completing and making him feel whole in a way not even Drusilla had been able to do. Her leaving still hurt but not as deeply as it had. He no longer felt alone in the world now that he had Xander and he never wanted to experience that loneliness again, Spike didn�t like feeling or being alone. In that respect he was very much like Angel; craving the company of his mortals. Thoughts of his Sire pulled Spike off in another direction as he turned his eyes back to the television.

Whatever they were watching wasn�t doing a great job of holding Spike�s attention beyond the length of time it took for one of the grisly giant spiders to devour some chit dumb enough to stand there pointing and screaming while everyone else ran.

�Wot?� Spike asked when he caught another of those looks from Xander.

What, wot?�

�You keep staring at me funny.�

�I do not,� Xander told him as he looked away. Five seconds later he stole another glance in Spike�s direction. Spike had his head tilted back and his eyes closed as he took a long swallow from one of the beers he�d gone out to get.

When Spike walked into the room he had a bag containing beer, chips, pretzels, a few pre-made, saran wrapped, sandwiches and a few bars of chocolate for his nummy. He also had another small cooler carefully packed with dry ice and blood-packs.

�You�re doing it again,� Spike commented without even bothering to look around.

�Am not,� Xander told him stubbornly.

�Yea, pet, ya are too. I can feel it.�

�Does it bug?�

�Nah, not really.�

Xander smirked; he knew Spike wasn�t telling the truth. �Good,� he breathed softly and looked back at the television, a small smile of satisfaction to tugging at his wide mouth.

Spike turned to study Xander�s profile. He was amazed every time he looked at Xander. How could anyone be so damn beautiful and be oblivious to it? Spike just didn�t understand. Even with not being able to see his reflection in a mirror Spike was aware of his own stunning looks; didn�t hesitate to use them to his advantage, more so now than when he�d been human.

Xander was an enigma. In small ways he reminded Spike of his sire. Angel was another dark figure in Spike�s life that seemed to defy classification; another square peg in a round hole.

Spike could envision Xander as a creature of the night; hunting at his side, sharing their kills, blood and sex. He desperately wanted to turn Xander before something happened to snatch the mortal from his grasp. It was a struggle for him not to pressure Xander, to not rush his decision. He knew that Xander trusted him to respect his need to think before making a decision; that was the only thing keeping Spike from doing the deed, Xander�s trust. No matter how much he wanted Xander, Spike refused to turn him against his will.

~~~~~

Xander cast another glance at Spike. His dark eyes sliding over Spike�s naked torso. Xander let the tip of his tongue tickle along the roof of his mouth on its way to caress the smooth surface of his white teeth. He quickly pressed his parted lips together and snapped his eyes back to the television when he felt Spike�s weight shifting next to him, peeking to see if Xander was staring at him again.

After several minutes Xander swung his bare feet over the side of the bed and sat up. He stretched languidly, reaching toward the ceiling, pulling Spike�s cool blue eyes to his back. Xander stood up slowly and stretched again, letting his head loll back on his neck as he reached up, then slowly rolling it from side to side before shaking himself out. Spike forgot about the movie, preferring to watch the play of muscles sliding under tanned skin as his pet padded toward the bathroom scratching at his armpit as he went.

Another hapless victim ran around a corner on the television and screamed, pulling Spike�s attention back as the bathroom door closed. He let out a satisfied snicker as some old fool came face to face with one of the giant eight-legged terrors and stood stupefied while the thing scissored its pincers and sent his disbelieving head flying through the air while his body spouted a fountain of steamy red blood.

�Now that�s the stuff, innit!� Spike howled, slapping his thigh for emphasis and rocking the bed with his laughter as the old man�s headless body danced a macabre ballet where it hung in the air, suspended through the torso by the spider�s slimy black pincers.

Xander edged out of the bathroom as the camera switched angle to show the spider�s multi-faceted view of its latest version of meat-puppet on a stick, all nice and coated in sweet blood for the benefit of the zillion tiny spiders swarming from some inner cavity near the tail section of the arachnid. The black mass swarmed up and over the headless body then vanished into the neck cavity.

Xander inched over to the closet and reached inside. He kept his attention focused on the entranced vampire on the bed while he edged his bag of goodies closer. He reached in and let his fingers stroke the bottle of chocolate syrup lovingly while promising to find that darn fine-tipped paint brush the next day. If that failed, he�d hunt down the closes hardware store and buy a paintbrush.

~Bigger might be more fun, get more coverage all on one stroke. Nah, the fine-tip would be funner torture~

Xander shifted his hand around in the bag until he found what he was seeking. He closed his solid fingers on the plastic bag containing the super skinny vines of red licorice.

With the bag in his hand Xander slowly stalked toward the bed where Spike was absently toying with the fine line of blonde hair disappearing under the waistband of his black jeans. Spike looked up at Xander, about to bawl at him to get out from in front of the teli, his lips parted and drawing in the unneeded breath of air. He went still when he encountered the darkly erotic look from the mortal. His stomach did flutters as he watched Xander raise the bag to his quirky lips and bare his teeth.

Xander tear the bag open and wormed his tongue into the opening He coaxed the end of a licorice whip between his lips, his eyes locked on Spike the entire time. Watching Xander standing there all dark and sexy like that made Spike feel things, want things he hadn�t experienced since his Sire had last touched him.

�Uh, what�s that?�

�What�s what?�

�Oi pet, are ya gonna answer every friggin question I ask with another one?� Spike�s voice was getting softer and softer, almost a whisper as he watched Xander slowly suck the slim vine into his mouth. His cock twitched with the soft slap of the vine�s end against Xander�s chin before it vanished between his wicked lips.

�Maybe, Why?� Xander drawled as he moved the bag toward his mouth again. The bed dipped under his weight as he crawled up on his knees at Spike�s bare feet. �Oh you mean this?� Xander continued around the piece of candy rope dangling from his mouth as he looked at Spike innocently.

~Dark innocence and fucking beauty!~

�Just a bit of candy... want some?�

�Su-sure,�

Xander grinned and Spike�s stomach flutters turned into flips and dips.

�Okay. Strip.�

Spike blinked at Xander. Then he slowly closed his eyes and shook his head before looking back at the younger man.

The red rope swung back and forth across Xander�s chest as he ran his hands down his washboard abs and worked his fingers under the waistband of his 501�s. He kept his forefingers on the outside as he slid his hands toward the first button.

�Now Spike.�

Spike continued to watch Xander slowly unbutton his jeans while sucking in more of the candy. Spike�s lips were slightly parted and fingers fumbled the buttons of his fly. Xander grinned again, his eyes sparkling darkly promises of things Spike definitely wanted to experience. Not stopping his back and forth eye sweeps between those lush red lips, edible rope, and the emerging bush of dark curly pubic hair, Spike managed to get his jeans unbuttoned and halfway down his corded thighs before he got his next jolt of lust-booster.

�Faster,� Xander ordered and Spike quickly pulled his knees toward his chest, grabbed the pant legs and practically tore the jeans off. �Don�t move,� Xander breathed when Spike went to lower his legs. �Stay just like that you look soo good like that Spike,� Xander breathed as he moved closer.

He pulled what was left of the vine from his lips and trailed it over the vampire�s pale scrotum making Spike moan softly.

�Soo hot,� Xander whispered as he moved to trace the candy trail with his tongue. He inhaled Spike�s scent � cool paleness and musky earthiness.

Spike closed his eyes and pulled his knees tighter against his chest, his biceps bulging slightly with tension as he folded himself tighter, exposing more of himself to Xander�s questing tongue.

Xander continued to lave his tongue back and forth over the cool tightness of Spike�s balls until the he had him panting rapidly, then Xander sat back on his heels. Spike growled at the loss of delicious sensation against his skin.

�Xan-pet,� he moaned while rocking his body back and forth.

Xander reached for the bag of candy rope. Spike quickly unrolled himself and grabbed the mortal. He toppled them into the bed and attacked Xander�s pants, trying to wrestle them down the lean hips and long legs.

�No touching,� Xander told him.

�Yeah, right,� Spike leered and quickly stretched himself out on top of Xander. Xander released the bag of candy and wrestled with his horny demon. They rolled back and forth across the bed, sliding and rubbing against each other until Spike allowed himself to be pinned.

Xander�s breathing came in shallow puffs as he stared down into the spiraling amber/blue eyes. �I told you no touching. What part of that didn�t you get? Now I�m gonna have to tie you up, Spikey, ya been a baaad boooy.� Xander shook his tousled head in mock exasperation while humping his denim covered groin against Spike�s nakedness.

�Tie me up, pet, tie me up,� Spike panted as he rocked against Xander.

�This is *so* gonna be fun, oh, you aren�t allowed to break them,� Xander purred smugly as he moved to lash Spike�s pale wrist together with several pieces of candy rope.

�And if I do?� Spike challenged bucking up against Xander.

Xander sat back on his heels again and cocked his head to the side considering a possible punishment. He really needed to work out the finer details for the next time, the penalty needed to be something wickedly good. For now he was content with, �Xander-sex stops.�

Spike blinked at the mortal as Xander moved down his body. �Whadda ya mean stops?�

Xander settled at Spike�s feet and toyed with his toes before stringing them together with a few of the thin cords.

�Stops over done finished ka-put, as in no more,� he breathed absently. His tanned fingers flittered over Spike�s scrotum while he watched the vampire�s expressive features. Xander smiled at his victim while gently sliding his palm up the length of the pale phallus twitching and drooling over Spike�s belly.

Spike closed his eyes and let his head drop back into the pillows when Xander took his ball-sac and gently tugged it downward, away from the base of his cock. Xander used his free hand to loop several of the vines around the heavy sac, tight enough to be a bit uncomfortable but not so as to easily break under the tension.

Focused on his task, Xander ignored the moans and grunts coming from the squirming vampire. He straddled Spike�s hard thighs and continued to wrap licorice whips around Spike�s throbbing erection. Using three vines together, Xander wound them around the base of Spike�s cock and then criss-crossed them up the length. When he reached the rose-blushed head he stopped and left several inches of vine dangling to tap against Spike�s flat stomach with each jerk and twitch of his cock. He took another length and doubled it before tying that piece around the base of both cock and balls, leaving the long ends to drape along Spike�s perineum.

Xander gave the licorice a finishing kiss and then sat back to considered his handy work, liking the way his candy-sex-slave looked sprawled naked in the center of the bed with his cock straining toward his navel. He licked his lips and reached for the sleek candy-cane column. He leaned forward and licked the pearl of clear fluid from the head, digging the tip of his tongue into the sensitive slit and making Spike jerk violently.

Xander flashed a look down at Spike�s curling toes then up at the bound wrist. He frowned in mock disappointment at not finding any of the vines broken.

There was no way Spike was going to allow this decadent delight to come crashing to a halt. He exercised restraint beyond his normal limits, holding his demon in check, whispering in his head over and over that if the bindings broke the sex stopped. The mantra was barely enough to keep him from grabbing Xander and trying to fuck him through the mattress.

As if sensing his captive�s thoughts, Xander gave Spike an intense stare. �Gonna fuck you Spikey,� Xander purred.

�Oh fuckin yess!� Spike hissed as Xander maneuvered him onto his belly and began stroking his back. Spike clawed the sheets, needing some type of outlet for his building overload of sensation as Xander slid his hot sweaty hands over Spike�s tight ass-cheeks. He fought not to break the cords threaded between and around his toes as Xander�s warm thumbs slid into the crevice between his alabaster globes and stroked over his pucker.

�Oh Xan, oh yeah pet yeah,� Spike panted inching his knees under him and his hips into the air. He pressed his ass back against Xander�s hot mouth as the mortal kissed and tongued his tightness. Unable to restrain himself, Spike tore into the pillow with his fangs, getting a mouth full of pillow stuffing for his trouble.

Xander snickered at the gagging vamp and shook his head. �Don�t tear up all the pillows, gonna need them for sleeping later... much later.� And then he returned to tickling his tongue in and out and around and round Spike�s entrance until it was slick with spit and twitching in anticipation.

�Xander come on,� Spike whined.

�Are we going someplace,� Xander whispered as he sat back and toyed the tip of his finger against the crinkled flesh. There was a look on rapturous concentration on his handsome face, the tip of his tongue playing back and forth across his lips in time with the presses and strokes of his finger against Spike�s pucker.

�Oh you are so friggin-oohhh,� Spike moaned at the sensation of Xander�s fingernail scraping over the sensitive skin.

Xander finally scrambled out of his jeans, tossing the white denim back over his head to land on top of the television which was now scrolling the credits for the ending movie.

Starting at Spike�s toes, Xander began to nibble at the licorice until he�d eaten it all and was now torturing Spike with nips and licks, sliding his wet digit between Spike�s slim toes to tease the sensitive skin.

With his feet now free Spike was in a better position to spread his knees and better enjoy Xander�s ministration as the boy squeezed his buttocks together then gently pulled them apart to blow streams of hot breath against the hypersensitive skin.

�If you break any...�

�Be-lieve-me-that-ain�t-gonna-happen,� Spike panted back. He arched and pressed back against Xander�s heat when the mortal lodged his stiff cock between his pale globes and pressed them together, trapping the hot cock against his cold pucker.

Xander began to work his hip slowly back and forth, dragging his heated flesh over Spike�s twitch-needy opening. He reached around between Spike�s parted thighs and gripped the dangling ends of candy rope and tugged, making Spike growl and morph into full game-face.

�Don�t move,� Xander breathed and rolled away.

�Wot, where ya� goin?� Spike whined in frustration as Xander climbed off the bed and moved away.

�Lube,� Xander husked while he rummaged through the bags they�d picked up earlier. He took his sweet time breaking the seal on the lubricant.

Moving back onto the bed Xander applied a liberal amount of lube to his cock and then returned to sliding it back and forth between Spike�s muscular globes until the demon was rocking back to meet his slippery thrust. Xander sat back again, releasing Spike completely and the demon wanted to howl at the third, or was it fourth, loss of sensations wracking through him, burning him up with need.

Spike pushed back, relaxing his muscles as Xander eased first one and then two lube coated fingers into his tight opening; working, teasing and stretching him in preparation. When they were both ready Xander placed the head of his engorged phallus against Spike�s guardian ring and pushed gently.

They both moaned at the tightness and heat of their bodies coming together as Xander sank himself in to the hilt with one long slow easy glide, his scorching rod sliding over Spike�s joy button as he worked the vampire�s pale hips in small clockwise movements. When his warm balls pressed against Spike�s trussed up cooler ones, Xander slid his hands up Spike�s lean back and gripped his shoulders, covering Spike while he humped his hips in short teasing strokes. Out and inch, in half an inch, until Spike was shredding the sheets in his delirium of lust.

�Oh fuck yeah,� Spike groaned as Xander pulled him up from the shredded sheets and pillow and started thrusting into him with gusto.

Their heat and lust spiraled upward, pulling the two deeper and deeper into the fires of passion. Xander�s sweat damp hands slid up Spike�s torso to his nipples to twist, tease, and circle the rose-blush areolas until Spike�s sharp fangs pierced his lower lip. Xander�s hands moved back to toy with the dangling red ropes, pulling and tugging in counter rhythm to his now deep leisurely strokes.

Every one of Xander�s thrust hit Spike�s ultra-sensitive prostrate sending flashes of sparkly light and zinging tingles through the vampire�s brain. He wrapped one hand around Spike�s cold cock and began to milk it in a completely different rhythm, sending Spike into complete overload as Xander�s hot sweaty body slid against his, in and out of his, turning him into a thaw of passion and desire.

Xander sat back on his heels; his hands on the vampire�s sharp hipbones, helping Spike impale himself on Xander�s stake of flesh. His hair clung damply to his neck and brow as he nuzzled Spike�s neck, slick with his sweat, and sucked on the knobby rise of spine pressing against the taut skin.

�So good, so tight, umm good cold,� Xander panted as they moved together, getting closer and closer to the point of no return.

Their movements became increasingly intense; Spike growled and panted, Xander moaned and babbled, his hands milking and tugging the pulsing cock and candy ropes.

�Gonna cum gonna cum, Spike cum.�

�Aarrrgghh,� the sound bubbled up from the depths of Spike�s chest and into the heavy air of the room as he reached the peak. Xander�s tugging on the licorice dangling from Spike�s cock and balls became more insistent, snapping the thin edible bindings as he erupted deep within Spike�s coldly tight heat. Spurts of milky thickness shot from the head of Spike�s pulsing cock, glittering with silvery swirls as it spattered and dripped to the rumpled bedding and across the cords of licorice where they�d fallen to the mattress between their splayed thighs as they rode the cresting wave over the edge.

�Oh,� Xander moaned as he slumped against Spike�s back. �You broke them, we have to stop now.�

�Oi, ya killin� me pet.�

*****
Part 11:

POV: Xander

Xander didn�t believe this was happening, how he could be living out this bad dream in broad daylight. He clenched his jaw, making the muscles stand out in relief and his teeth grind together.

�Puta!�

�Cavron!�

�Mericon!�

The words rang out again, washing him with coldness � he knew just enough Spanish to understand what they were calling him. Xander continued to ignore the group of rowdy young thugs keeping up a steady flow of insults from behind him as he moved down the unfamiliar streets.

He cursed himself for getting off the bus, for getting on the damn bus, for not paying attention and landing himself in this situation, all behind a damn paint brush. If he survived, Xander was going to do some serious hurt to the idiot behind the hotel counter who�d given him directions to the outlet art store. He�d been careful to check the numbers on each bus before getting on and he made sure he asked the driver about his stop as well.

~Didn�t I do that with the last bus~

Yet somehow things had gone wrong and now he was someplace deep in a West Hollywood barrio; a place he was desperate to leave behind.

~Where the hell is a damn taxi when you need one?~

He wondered why he hadn�t just crossed the street to wait for the returning bus to take him back to familiar surroundings.

~And just like the cops too, never around when you�re in need, but in your face behind dumb-shit~

�Hey Fag! Wanna party?�

�Yeah, pretty-boy like you, bet party real good huh, essay?!�

�Fuck you asshole.�

~Now why did I do that?~

They were closing the distance now, Xander was sweating in panic, and no-one seemed in the least bit interested in the lone boy being followed and harassed by the gang of thugs. Their boisterous jibes turned to low vicious hisses as they followed him down a deserted street.

�Gonna fuck you, asshole, right in yours he-he.�

�Yeh-yeh, show ya how real men party ya lil bitch.� It came in hisses and snarls, making him feel sick to his stomach.

�Gon bust up that pretty mouth of yours smart-ass, then we�ll see how smart ya can be while ya choke on my chupa!�

Xander ran then, bursting into an all out sprint as he tried to escape. He could see a major intersection in the distance ahead and he ran toward the promise of safety in a populated area. The busy street was less than a block away now. His lungs burned painfully in his chest and his legs felt rubbery from all the running, the devouring of distance along the neighborhood�s incredibly long blocks. Cramp-pains needled through his lower sides as he panted and forced himself to keep running. He felt as if he were living out an episode of the twilight zone � the one where the little boy wishes his sister into cartoon land and she get�s chased to the end of existence by the horrors jogging along behind her.

Just a couple more yards and he�d be safe, he�d be surrounded by people and someone would help him, or at least scare the gang back into their own territory. Then he tripped when the toe of his running shoe snagged on a raised slab of concrete. Pain rocked through him as his kneecap struck the pavement and his palms tore open against the abrasive surface.

~Oh fuck, Spike~ was his last coherent thought as he was kicked in the ribs and butt when he tried to struggle to his feet. He suffered another blow to his sore ribs, hard enough to lift him off the ground and then he was dragged gagging and struggling back toward a convenient alley, and pain. After several more jolting blows to his body Xander passed out to the sound of bones breaking and grinding together someplace inside.

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POV: Spike
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Spike was pulled from his death-like slumber as tingles of panic spidered across his awareness. He sat up and blinked around the empty hotel room searching for Xander in the cool dimness. Xander�s side of the bed was cold, telling Spike that the mortal had been gone for a long time, longer than it took to go to the bathroom.

Spike sat up and called toward the bathroom anyway, maybe Xan was in the tub soaking, the previous night had been rather exhausting. When he got no answer the vampire swung his legs over the edge of the bed and stood up. He absently scratched his naked thigh as he walked toward the slanted door. The bathroom was empty. The only sign of Xander�s presence was his discarded pants; the black jeans he�d discarded in favor of the white pair still draped over the television.

Spike stepped in and snagged the pants from the floor. He rubbed the material between his sensitive fingers and inhaled, concentrating on the lingering smells of Xander�s heat and chocolaty musk. His eyes shuttered closed for a moment then snapped back open when he experienced another tingle of dread.

The vampire carried the jeans back into the main room, about to toss them aside when the noticed the corner of a white slip of paper peeking from the back pocket. Curious Spike pulled the paper free and thumbed it open. He grinned when he saw what was written there.

Xander-sex possibilities list

1 jar of cherries

1 pack of Red Vine licorice ropes (the thin kind)

1 bottle of chocolate syrup (squeezable)

1 paint brush (fine-tip, soft bristle) / feather

**Biting Spike�s ass** (coat liberally with chocolate first)

Spike biting Xander

�Oi, Xan-pet, ya more wicked than I thought. Hmm, interesting... really like that one, biting Spike�s-�

He stopped speaking as the little niggling sensations in the background surged into steady pulses. His eyes went unfocused as he turned his attention inward, trying to pin down the source of this unease.

In a light daze Spike raised his arm and buried his nose in the black pants. He went stiff and a low growl skirled around the room as he morphed into his game-face at the first jolt of pain slamming into his hollow stomach. His fingers clenched in the material and the small fold of paper fluttered to the floor.

�Xander,� Spike hissed. His demon raged, wanting to be out, frantic to protect what was his; burning with boundless fury that something or one would dare harm his mate.

In mindless anger Spike stumbled around the close room, crashing into the furniture. His shins made contact with something solid, sending him staggering forward, his hands slashing the air in disorientation, catching and tearing through the hangings over the large picture window. His vision was washed in pulses of hurtful reds and blacks, making it hard to see or think clearly and in a fit of fury Spike slashed out and unwittingly tore the protective coverings from the window. He let out a howl of pain as the sun�s rays struck his unprotected flesh.

Patches of alabaster smooth, vampiric skin burst into flame as Spike crashed about trying to escape the hateful rays. The light flooded room provided no refuge from the burning agony. He collapsed to his hands and knees, smoke rising from his back and hair as he crawled around, tying to get into the coolness he could barely sense radiating from the direction of the bathroom.

�Xander!� he howled, keening down into a whimper as he used the last of his energy to drag himself into the bathroom and kick the door shut.

Safe within the dark windowless space, Spike dragged his aching body into the cool depths of the porcelain tub and curled into a fetal position, pulling his scorched limbs in close against his tortured body. His eyes glittered ferally from the depths of his pain twisted face, their flashing fires illuminating his razor sharp cheekbones. He rasped the mortal�s name with each unnecessary breath. He railed at the aggravating thought of the cooler in the outer room, full of blood and out of reach. Unable to sustain his rage in the face of debilitating pain Spike succumbed to the call of restorative sleep and let his amber eyes close.

~Sunset, pet, please hang on til the sun sets~

~~~~~

Cordelia let out a muffled groan as she felt herself about to have another vision. Wesley looked at the sound up from the saber he was polishing. Angel was already folding the newspaper and getting to his feet when something jolted through him.

�Oh no, run Xander run,� Cordelia cried unable to stop herself; knowing he couldn�t hear her and that nothing would change what she was seeing. The vision was quickly over and left her gasping.

�Cordy what was it, what did you see? You said run and Xander, what,� Wesley was asking her. Cordelia opened her eyes, about to answer but stopped at the sound coming from across the room. She gripped Wesley�s arm and pointed at their employer, her mouth gaping like a fish but making no sound. Wesley turned his head and his heart tried to stop. Angel was staring at them with a look of utter fury on his unstable visage; his eyes glowed demonically and his features couldn�t decide if they wanted to be human or demonic as they rippled from one to the other.

�Oh dear Lord, *Angelus*,� Wesley moaned in weak terror.

�Spike,� Angel growled darkly.

�What!?� Cordelia stammered.

�My Childe. Is here. In LA.�

�Cordelia, don�t sit there yammering. Run! That�s Angelus!� Wesley squealed.

�Spike is here?� she screeched.

�No, it�s me, Angel.�

�Then what...�

�Spike, I told you.� He snapped distractedly while making shushing motions at them. He was trying to focus on the shared bond between he and his Childe but the human babble kept distracting him.

�Okay. Fine. Your homicidal maniac offspring is in town. What�s that got to do with my vision and Xander?�

�What? Xander Harris? What about him?�

�Like, hello I just had a *vision* here; about Xander, here in LA, I think in West Hollywood, getting beat up.�

�You and Wesley will have to go, I have to find Spike.�

�Yes of course we�ll go, but Angel, its still daylight. You can�t go out in the sun,� Wesley tried to remind him.

�I have to find him.�

�Angel,� Cordelia tried.

�Go and find Xander. His life must be in danger if you�re having visions about him. I have to find Spike, he�s hurt. Do what you can for Xander and I�ll find you at sunset.�

~Damn-it Spike, what did you do this time~

*****