Xander poured himself a tall glass of milk and sat down at the bar. Work had been boring, which wasn't normal. But for some reason, his boss had asked him to fill out the most mundane paperwork he'd ever seen. After eight straight hours of the stuff, Xander's eyes were crossed and he was crawling the walls. Of course, it was nothing that a stack of Oreos couldn't solve.

The first one was pinched between his thumb and ring finger and lowered into the milk with military precision. Xander knew from long experience just how much time it took to get an Oreo to the perfect point of softness without losing the treat when it dissolved in the milk. He ate the cookie slowly, relishing the mushy texture and sugary filling.

This exercise served to do more than just alleviate his boredom. Xander was procrastinating. The sun was out, so Spike was off being a vampire somewhere else, and his apartment was in serious need of cleaning. For some Spike-related reason, the place was covered dirty clothes, dust and junk. It was Spike's fault because Xander never seemed to spend any time in the apartment without the vampire, which meant that he never spent any time in his apartment with his clothes on and his feet on the floor. Not that Xander minded, but his place was beginning to resemble some of the college dorms he'd seen when he visited Willow. Ugh.

Xander was about to dunk one last Oreo before working on the apartment when someone knocked on his door. The young man hurried over, wondering who would be visiting him at this time of day. That question was answered soon enough.

Spike.

The blonde was lounging nonchalantly against the doorframe, studying the cookie in Xander's hand. "Spike?"

"Yeah?" Spike murmured. "You gonna eat that?"

"Yes," Xander replied automatically, pulling his hand back to protect the cookie. "What are you doing here?" The young man thought he saw a brief glimmer of pain on the vampire's face. What had that been? "I mean, it's all bright and sunny out. You're usually off somewhere... doing whatever it is you do right now."

Spike grinned. "Got bored."

"How'd you get here?" Xander pressed.

"Sewers," Spike replied, shrugging. "This building has access."

"That frightens me," Xander murmured. Then he realized Spike was still standing in the hall. "Come on in," He told the vampire. "But behave yourself. This place is a wreck and needs to be cleaned." The boy got a speculative look in his eye. "You know, you're the primary reason it's in such bad shape. Why don't you help me do it?"

Spike's jaw dropped. "Clean? Your flat?"

"Yup," Xander said, nodding vigorously. "Cuts the time in half."

Spike frowned. The boy wanted him to behave himself, help him clean. Right. It took the vampire about half a second to turn the situation to his advantage. "Alright," He murmured, nodding. Xander grinned and turned around to finish his milk. It was a fatal mistake.

"Erff!" Xander huffed as Spike picked him up, threw him over his shoulder, and walked into the bedroom. Xander found himself flat on his back, spread-eagle on the bed, one each bleach blonde vampire on top of him. Spike kissed him long and hard, hands twisting and teasing here and there. Xander just lay back and took it, deciding that in fact this was an acceptable substitute for cleaning. Yeah, it was.

Spike distracted the boy with a kiss while he found the surprise he'd brought for Xander. It was buried in one of his duster pockets, along with some useful... accessories. The blonde laid the items aside and worked Xander's pants down around his ankles, by necessity bringing his feet together and pushing his knees apart. The boy looked so debauched in that position, all open and panting. Spike wanted to eat him alive.

Instead, though, Spike resumed their kiss as he slicked up one hand and began stretching Xander. The boy responded eagerly, thrusting back on the blonde's slender fingers. The vampire shifted slightly and Xander moaned, thinking that Spike was finally going to fuck him. Instead, however, Spike took up the things he'd gotten for Xander.

"Spike!" Xander yelped as the plug slid into place. Spike smirked as he watched Xander react to the impossible stretch of the plug he'd just pushed into the boy's body. Xander lifted his head just in time to see Spike snap a cockring into place on his erection. "What the hell?" Xander muttered, already tormented by the surprise treatment.

Spike sat up suddenly, levering himself off the bed. He reached for Xander, tugging up his jeans and setting him on his feet. "Right," The blonde muttered. "You pick up the floor and do the dishes, I'll dust and vacuum." He left Xander in the bedroom as he went off to find something not-nasty to use for a dust rag. This was going to be perfect.

Xander stared after the vampire. Spike was evil. There was something big and hard poking at his prostate and this ring made it fucking impossible to come. And now he was supposed to clean house?

"Xander, if you don't pick up the floor, I can't vacuum," Spike yelled out from the living room. "Get to work."

Xander made his feet move forward and he shook his head. This he could do. Spike was not going to best him. First the floor, which was mostly covered in clothes and garbage. He retrieved a hamper, moaning softly as the plug shifted and stroked him. When they got done with this spot of cleaning, Spike was going to suffer. Just as soon as he brought Xander off. The young man's cock twitched pitifully as he fantasized about just what he wanted to do to and with Spike. Images of Spike, on his knees in front of Xander, begging...

Spike moved efficiently around the apartment, dusting everything he could find. Although he would never admit it to Xander, Spike wasn't exactly averse to cleaning. Granted, he preferred to have anyone else do it, but Spike liked a clean domicile and knew how to keep a place looking tip-top. He was spending enough time in the flat to actually care about its state, and he knew that if he hadn't been 'distracting' the lad, Xander would've kept the place cleaner.

Of course, the faster the place got clean, the faster he got to return to the *real* task at hand. He could hear Xander's heartbeat, faster than normal. The young man was oozing pheromones, moaning every once in a while as he bent over. It had been rather cruel of Spike to assign Xander to a task designed to torture him. Then again, Spike was evil.

When Xander made it to the living room, he found that his torment was only just beginning. Spike was... Xander wasn't entirely sure he knew what Spike was doing, but the vampire seemed determined to drive him over the edge. The blonde had removed his duster, outer shirt, boots and socks and was thoroughly dusting the lower shelves of Xander's entertainment center. Spike was bent over, back arched and leg spread in a tense pattern. Xander watched that sculpture of a body glide and flex as Spike finished up. Shit, he wasn't going to survive this. Xander frantically turned around and started kicking the detritus in the floor into a pile.

Spike retreated into the bedroom to finish dusting in there. A few minutes later he turned to the vacuum, having found nothing much to clean in the spare sleeping quarters. He worked his way back to the main room, moving closer and closer to where Xander was collecting the last of the floor garbage into a bag. Finally he stopped the vacuum right next to Xander and stood in front of the crouched boy. "You're in the way," He said in a growl.

Xander's head shot up, giving him an eyeful of painfully tight black jeans. Gah. From this perspective, those jeans were positively pornographic. Now he knew which way Spike dressed. Although he already knew it, it was now obvious that the blonde was uncut. It was like the vampire was naked, with textured black paint on. "Wha?"

Spike grinned evilly. He reached down with one hand. Xander absently responded, giving Spike one of his own hands. The blonde pulled him up, dragging Xander's body all along his until the boy was standing straight up.

"Ahhhh," Xander groaned as he was treated to the feel of Spike, knee to chest, rubbed against him. Their cocks pressed together, both hard and straining. Xander shuddered as the plug jabbed his prostate again, making his eyes move in new and unusual directions. Spike leaned forward, pulling Xander's full lower lip between his teeth and worrying it slightly. Xander deepened the kiss, ravaging Spike's mouth in desperation. If he couldn't find release, at least he was bringing Spike down to his level, to the point of begging.

Spike let Xander fuck his mouth with that hot tongue. He just leaned in and let Xander do whatever he wanted, while pale arms wrapped around the boy, drifting lower. He kneaded Xander's shoulders, back, torso. Then he spread his fingers and placed a hand flat on either cheek of Xander's ass. And pressed.

Xander screamed into Spike's mouth, stars exploding behind his eyes. He ground frantically into Spike's body, searching for release. The sudden caress had sent the toy inside him directly onto his prostate. His cock was leaking continuously, despite its restriction. He couldn't take much more of this, the tension was killing him.

Spike wrenched his mouth away from Xander's, watching as the boy's head fell back. Unable to resist that sweet temptation, Spike clenched his hands and dipped his head and dragged his open mouth along Xander's neck, letting his blunt human teeth scrape the delicate skin and pulsing arteries there.

The toy seemed to take up permanent residence on top of his sweet spot as Xander bucked into Spike. Then that mouth, that cold slick mouth and a touch of *teeth*? Fangs? A glimmer of fear shot through Xander and his eyes flew open. He stared into the pale blue eyes of a human-faced Spike, who was watching him with an unholy stillness, still kneading and pulling at him. "Again," Xander managed to gasp.

Spike hid his surprise by bending back to the boy's neck. He tasted that addictive skin, letting his teeth glance off the surface here and there. Always human teeth, and never with any pressure. It was enough, though. Xander's back arched impossibly as his cock bumped against Spike's. A long, low howl accompanied his climax as he convulsed in Spike's arms, suspended above the floor by Spike's hands, arms free at his sides, head back. Spike watched in awe; it was like seeing someone die and be reborn at the same time. Xander looked like a statue of a man, frozen at the point of highest pleasure.

The blonde pulled Xander close to him as the boy began to relax. No need to hurt any delicate joints by letting the boy flop over like that. Spike ignored his own long-denied arousal to comfort Xander, who was shaking slightly with aftershocks. One slender hand rubbed back and forth on Xander's hip, carefully avoiding the boy's ass. It was too soon to start playing that again.

"Sixteen," Spike murmured with a smile.

*****
Part 17:

Spike took pity on Xander and carried him over to the couch. The boy let Spike drape him over the vampire's lap, doing nothing more than whining softly when he was shifted this way and that. Spike picked up the remote control and turned the television on, flipping through the channels. "Who watches this tripe?" He grumbled as he flipped past several sitcoms. "Don't you get anything good on this blasted box? Football? Porn?"

"Porn," Xander mumbled sleepily. It wasn't something he'd readily admit to had he not been sex-dazed. Then again, he hadn't actually *watched* the channel since Spike had given him his birthday present. He hadn't really had an opportunity to. Besides, he was practically living in a porn flick anyway.

"You've got to be kidding me," Spike muttered as he flipped through the channels. The boy couldn't possibly buy... or maybe he could, Spike corrected himself as he found the skin channel. "Very nice, pet. Didn't know you had it in you."

"I don't," Xander murmured, not exactly sure what he was talking about. "Or maybe I do. Still."

Spike grinned and set the remote aside. Xander had been such a good boy, perhaps it was time for a bit of a reward. Mischievous hands began pulling at Xander's clothes, stripping him down even as they tickled and caressed. By the time Spike removed the boy's shoes and jeans, Xander was fully awake--and reawakened. This time, though, the toys weren't quite as welcome. Xander reached down to remove the one he had immediate access to. Spike let him, knowing that Xander would need a lot of time before such things really became comfortable... if they ever did. In the spirit of making Xander more comfy, Spike lifted him up and slowly pulled the plug free, casting it aside. Xander's relief was instantaneous.

"Gah," Xander moaned. "Thanks."

"You didn't like?" Spike asked lightly, knowing that the boy had loved it the first time.

"Liked," Xander replied. "Don't wanna be sore." The only thing now was that he felt empty, which was no good.

"Think we can do something about that, pet," Spike said, making Xander realize that he'd said that last thought aloud. Spike lifted him up one more time, lowering him down only to impale him on the vampire's erection. Xander threw his head back and groaned at the glorious, cool sensation of being stretched by Spike's cock. He went deeper than the toy, and was bigger. Xander let himself go limp against Spike's chest, simply relaxing against the vampire like he was one big chair. There was no way Xander could go again that quickly, but this was nice. And there was porn on the television. That was just odd.

"Er, Spike?" Xander started. "Why is there porn on the television?"

Spike shrugged. "Better than reruns of 'Married With Children'?"

"Point," Xander replied. "But still..." Spike effectively ended Xander's complaints by rolling his hips. Xander moaned, squirmed, and shut up.

"You seen this one before?" Spike asked absently as he ran his hands down Xander's arms. Sharp nails traced the tender skin on the insides of the boy's arms, making him twitch and shudder. "Hmm? What half-cocked plot does this one have?"

Xander glanced at the screen. He didn't recognize whatever was playing. It involved lots of tits bouncing around, which for rather obvious, vampire-dick related reasons didn't enthrall him as much as it used to. Oh, it was a nice view, but breasts just didn't compare to Spike hitting that spot deep inside him. "Dunno," He admitted, closing his eyes again.

Spike grinned. Whatever was showing was truly wretched; silicone bimbos rolling on the floor with an incredibly ugly guy in a display of passion so fake it was funny. To be truthful, it was a bit of a turn-off for the vampire, so he picked up the remote and changed the channel.

"No!" Xander shouted when Spike paused. "We are *not* fucking while Sesame Street is on." He wasn't going to lose one of the few good memories he had from his childhood. He and Willow had watched Sesame Street together at Willow's house all the time, until they got too old for it to be cool.

"*I'm* not watching bloody Martha Stewart," Spike grumbled as he continued on, past the Home & Garden channel. "And who the bloody hell cares about the nineteen different ways to flood-fill a sugar cookie, anyway?"

Xander frowned. Spike knew the proper term for icing a cookie?

"Seems that you do too, pet," Spike pointed out. The vampire loved the way Xander randomly spoke what he was thinking. The results were funny.

"Just no cartoons," Xander murmured as Spike continued to browse. The vampire hadn't ever stopped moving, simply rolling and thrusting gently as he tried to find something to watch. As a result Xander was slowly coming back to full arousal, becoming even more aware of Spike's free hand roaming over his skin, pinching and testing.

Finally Spike found something he could stand. He dropped the remote again and turned his attention back to Xander, who was beginning to squirm. The blonde fastened his hands on Xander's hips and raised him slowly, and then let him fall back down. Soon Xander caught the rhythm and Spike let go, reaching for Xander's cock with one hand and his balls with the other.

"Ahh..." Xander groaned, briefly closing his eyes. He worked himself on Spike's erection, raising and lowering himself with his legs and arms. The sharp rap of gunshots had his eyes back on the screen. "Spike? What is that?"

"Gangsters. Prohibition. Stupid bit of legislation, that," He murmured. The vampire had left a History Channel presentation on The 1920s on, and at the moment the narrator was listing off all the atrocities attributed to gangsters and revenuers. Xander moved back slightly, adjusting the angle of Spike's thrusts for greatest effect. The vampire's hands were distracting him, throwing him off his rhythm. Cool fingers milking his cock, holding his balls lightly, pressing here and there.

Spike let himself purr softly, enthralled by the body draped over his The boy was so warm, all tight and slick around him. Head thrown back, trying to focus on what they were doing and not the television. It wasn't easy for the lad, not for anyone who was raised in the thrall of that magickal box. "What do you think of that, eh?" Spike murmured, nodding towards the television. "All that beer, wasted. Bloody shame, you know. Just smashing up barrels of the stuff, letting it run into the sewers."

"Spike," Xander whined, closing his eyes again. He was never going to be able to watch the history channel again. He was incredibly close again, but his arms and legs were getting tired from supporting himself in such an awkward position. Spike saw the boy's dilemma and brought one arm up around Xander's waist. Then he shifted forward, until the boy's knees were on the floor. Spike thrust once, hard, before pausing. Xander immediately wailed and shoved himself back onto Spike's cock, shuddering.

Xander knew that one more thrust, one more brush against that spot and he'd be coming, spattering all over Spike's hands and the floor. But Spike just... waited. Like he was distracted by the television. Xander was about to move again when the vampire pushed in slowly, so damned slowly it was too slow and then he pulled out and thrust in fast and deep and Xander's eyes flew open, half blind but all he saw anyway was an image of a moonshine still on the television. And he came, jerking and quaking in Spike's arms as the vampire powered into him three more times before joining him in ecstasy.

"And that," Spike muttered as he pulled out and arranged an limp-noodle Xander on the couch, "Was seventeen." A soft, open-handed slap on Xander's thigh accompanied the proclamation.

"Ergh," Xander mumbled, already half asleep. Spike went off to retrieve a washcloth. Xander wouldn't like leaving his carpet and couch such a mess.

*****
Part 18:

Xander fairly bounced down the street, ignoring Spike when the vampire rolled his eyes. They were on patrol. Together. And Buffy had actually condoned it. Spike had surprised pretty much everyone by showing up for the regularly scheduled Scooby meeting, offering to go out on patrol. Of course, he was just looking for a fight, but still... While Spike was known for helping out occasionally, of late he'd been avoiding the Slayer's group. Well, most of the Slayer's group.

"Yer gonna run off all the nasties," Spike growled as Xander skipped along beside him. Truth be told he didn't mind the boy's antics, but at the same time Spike really wanted to beat something up. Next to sex, violence was the most exhilarating thing in a vampire's unlife. Well, in Spike's unlife. The blonde had met a few vamps who flipped the order of things, namely Angelus. To Spike, that just proved how irrevocably insane his Sire was.

"Sorry," Xander said, slowing down only slightly. He was happy, though, really happy. It wasn't that common an occurrence for Xander to feel this... gleeful. To Xander, it was worth noting that of late he'd been happier than normal, most often when with Spike. Now that they'd been officially granted time together by her Slayerness, Xander was on cloud nine. He didn't care what they did--wander through cemeteries, stake a few vamps, chase down a demon or two. fuck. It was all the same to Xander. Well, not all the same. He'd much rather fuck than any of the other things, but he'd take what he could get.

"No, you're not," Spike muttered, suppressing a grin.

Xander shrugged. "You're right. Where are we going, anyway?"

"Cemetery," Spike replied. "See if we can find a fledge or two."

When they got to the cemetery, however, the place was empty. There wasn't a vampire, zombie, grave-robbing demon, or evil mastermind in sight. "Uh, Spike?" Xander began. "There's nothing here. What are we gonna do now?"

Spike looked around. Damn it, the boy was right. What the hell was he going to do now? Besides Xander, of course. "Check out the crypts. Might find something there."

Xander obediently followed Spike through the cemetery as they investigated every crypt they could find. Each one revealed the same thing--nothing at all. "This is a bust," Xander muttered as they walked into yet another crypt. If he'd been paying attention to where they were going, he'd have recognized it as Spike's own hovel, complete with busted television and ratty armchair. It wasn't until Spike began to rummage though a chest against the far wall that Xander realized where they were. "Er, this is your place."

"Hmm?" Spike hummed as he went through the contents of the chest, occasionally pocketing something in the depths of his duster. "Yeah, it is. Cozy, innit?"

"Yeah, just the word I was thinking of. Cozy," Xander said, gingerly picking his way through the tomb. "Remind me again why you like crypts so much?"

"Low rent, quiet neighbors," Spike replied absently.

"Not to mention that unique, home-of-the-dead charm," Xander added.

Spike finally finished retrieving whatever personal items he wanted and made his way back to Xander. "You don't like it?" He asked softly, leaning back on the marble block that was his bed.

"It's great, Spike," Xander said slowly, hoping not to step on any undead toes. "Just a bit...dank."

"A bit?" Spike echoed. "You're right. Should've gone with more cobwebs." Xander grimaced and shook his head. Spike reached for the young man, drawing them together. Xander sighed and relaxed slightly, letting his head lay against Spike's shoulder.

"No cobwebs," Xander murmured, rubbing his face against the leather of Spike's duster. Spike tightened his hands on the boy's waist and turned them around, until Xander was pressed against the marble.

"What's a crypt without cobwebs?" Spike asked, hands already reaching up to pull Xander's clothes off.

"Clean crypt?" Xander mumbled, distracted by Spike now that the vampire had gotten him naked. Cold stone behind him, cold demon at his front. Xander trembled, chilled but hot still. That was what Spike did to him, every time. No dimmer switch on Xander's light bulb o' arousal, nope. The minute Spike touched him, spoke to him, hells even looked at him, and he was flying. This time was no different; the scrape of fingernails as Spike stripped him down, the silky slide of skin against his...

Spike snorted and lifted Xander at the hips, swiveling him around as he sat the young man on the stone platform behind him. Cold marble shocked the boy's knees and he yelped, only to have that startled sound fade into a moan as Spike ran his tongue down the boy's spine, hands simultaneously caressing straining arms. Spike catalogued every taste he encountered--salty, bitter sweat; the acid tang of adrenalin; the thick, musky traces of pheromones that grew stronger with every passing second. His boy was aroused, excited, growing more so with every passing second.

Xander wriggled under Spike's ministrations, feeling a bit odd and exposed. Yeah, this was Spike's place, but it was a crypt. In a cemetery. Full of dead things--things that might decide to wake up and interrupt and that would be very bad because Spike was *really* good at doing *that* to the small of Xander's back. But then that sinful mouth moved, no go back to doing that, please.

Spike grinned at Xander's mindless babble. He shifted his hands back, palming the globes of Xander's ass. The first flick of his tongue across the puckered flesh there made Xander freeze, then shudder. The low yowl wasn't a bad touch either. Spike repeated the caress, pushing slightly. This time Xander pushed back, still gibbering and shuddering.

Xander's mind was stuck on 'holy shit' and 'please god more', the two phrases becoming something of a mantra. Spike was, was, was pretty well blowing Xander's mind. The boy had never really given serious consideration to the act Spike was doing, certainly never thought it would feel like *that*, but it did. No wonder that book Xander had furtively read in the darkest corner of the library had spent so much time on *this* particular act. Oh gods, he was going to die, it felt so incredible.

Spike worked his tongue farther in, kneading Xander's skin with his fingers. The boy responded so well, so hotly. In fact, Spike was pretty sure that if he put just a bit more effort into it, he could bring Xander off just by doing this. The thought became a challenge, and Spike was never one to walk away from a dare. With a soft growl, Spike redoubled his efforts, stroking, licking and sucking until Xander was a quivering mass of boneless human, whimpering for either mercy or more, Spike couldn't tell which. Of course, that meant Spike kept going, just in case Xander had meant more and not mercy.

Xander let his weight fall onto his forearms as Spike managed to improve on his already impressive technique. The brunette couldn't find much of a thought to hold onto; his body was actually humming with pleasure, cock leaking onto cold marble even though neither he nor Spike had touched it at all. Thoughts of danger, of zombies and vampires in the cemetery, all fled to the same place that housed Xander's sense of propriety. Fuck it, and anyone who might walk in, a tiny part of Xander's semi-functional brain thought. He was almost there, so close, just one more good hard jab and...

A feral growl accompanied the long, slow shudder that told Spike he'd succeeded, made Xander come by this alone. He gave the boy one last loving lick and straightened, adjusting himself as he did so. "Eighteen," He said lightly as he rubbed a faint bruise on Xander's ass. The boy moaned and quivered, listing to one side. Spike grinned and reached over, gathering the boy in his arms. Soon they were ensconced in Spike's easy chair, rocking slowly as Xander rejoined the rest of the world.

*****
Part 19:

"You know, we should probably finish patrolling," Spike said as he eased himself and Xander out of the chair.

Xander's jaw dropped open. He'd just spent ten minutes sitting on the vampire's cock, which was not saying it wanted to finish patrol. "I'm naked," Xander pointed out, already wondering where that had come from.

Spike leered at the boy. "Yeah, you are. Might catch the eye of a few more demons that way."

Xander rolled his eyes and reached for his clothes. Hey, if Spike wanted to finish patrolling, fine by him. He'd already gotten his. Suddenly strong, pale arms wrapped around him, bringing him flush against an equally strong, cool chest. "Thought you wanted to patrol," Xander murmured as Spike nibbled on his neck, letting the blunt edge of his teeth scrape sensitive skin.

"In a minute," Spike mumbled absently. He turned Xander in his arms, catching the boy's lips as they came to face each other. Xander was lost in the kiss, drowning in a tenderness so delicate it made his heart break. Spike kissed him slowly, searching out every hot spot, caressing it over and over. Xander tried to reciprocated but found himself unable to, Spike preventing him from doing so by simply overwhelming him. The brunette felt like he was being consumed, drunk down like wine.

Spike submerged himself in Xander, giving himself time to enjoy each moan and whimper as he drove the lad insane. The boy, his boy, was so sweet, so damned hot; it almost drove the vampire to tears. He could kiss Xander for hours, had kissed Xander for hours before. But tonight wasn't for that; the thrum of desire was calling him away from such leisurely pastimes.

Xander yelped when Spike lifted him up by his hips. The boy wrapped his legs around the blonde's waist, trying to regain some of his balance. Spike must have been anticipating that exact reaction, because as Xander drew closer to the vampire, he felt cold fingers on his skin, stretching him open. Then something harder and thicker took their place, pushing inside him. His own weight, bearing down as he fitted himself against Spike, forced the vampire's cock further inside.

Spike hissed as he slid home, wet, tight heat torturing him. Xander's legs were like a vise around his torso, holding the boy flush against him. Spike supported the lad with his arms, keeping Xander upright. When Xander's breathing had stabilized a bit, Spike shifted his arms up, lifting Xander slightly. Then he brought the boy back down, relishing the gasp and whine he got in reply.

Xander's eyes rolled back in his head as Spike thrust into him. He was going to die. Oh, Spike had nearly killed him before, but this was different. This time his heart was actually going to stop. Xander opened his eyes to look at his lover, whose blue eyes stared right back at him. Xander let his arms come up to wrap around Spike's neck, digging into the whipcord muscles there. Spike jerked and thrust harder, jabbing at Xander's prostate. Xander moaned, head falling back. He was hard again, weeping against his own stomach as Spike split him open, hitting that spot again and again.

Spike gritted his teeth against the constant onslaught of Xander's heat, grasping at him, luring him in. The vampire let himself shift into gameface, growling, as he moved the boy faster and faster, bucking his hips in counterpoint. Xander's legs tightened again, sweat making their hold tenuous.

"What the--"

Spike and Xander froze, and then slowly looked over towards the crypt's door. A fledgling vampire stood there, jaw hanging open. He'd rather obviously thought he was going to find a bit of dinner fucking in the crypt. Instead he'd interrupted Spike and Xander. Spike was not amused.

"Bloody hell," Spike swore. "Not a damned thing for an hour, and now this."

Xander squirmed, trying to get Spike to let him go. The fledgling was drawing closer, obviously unaware of whom Spike was, or how much danger he was in.

"Hold still," Spike ordered Xander. The boy stilled as Spike took one hand away from his body and reached into the lower hem of the duster he still wore. Xander watched, wide-eyed, as a stake appeared in Spike's hand and flew straight at the fledge, who was soon nothing more than a swirl of dust on the floor of Spike's crypt.

Xander was brought back to what they were doing when Spike thrust hard, making the boy scream softly. "Spike," Xander moaned, no longer thinking about the now-dusted fledge.

"Bloody inconsiderate bastard," Spike cursed, reaching his free hand between their bodies to fist Xander's cock. "Interrupting like that. Deserved it, he did."

Xander didn't bother agreeing. He was busy climaxing, spilling hot seed over Spike's hand as the vampire thrust into him again and again. Xander recovered enough to watch as Spike's yellow eyes widened and fell blank as the vampire came, cold seed flooding his body. The blonde's mouth trembled and a single drop of blood appeared, evidence that Spike had bitten his lip in his ecstasy. Xander pulled himself closer to Spike, licking the blood away. Spike's softening cock slid out of his body and the vampire murmured happily as Xander cleaned him, helping the boy down as Xander uncurled his legs and found his feet.

Spike waited until Xander was dressed before pouncing one last time. Xander managed an undignified squeak as Spike shoved one hand down the back of his jeans and squeezed, whispering, "Nineteen" in his ear. Then they were off, back to patrolling.

*****
Part 20:

Spike paced the sidewalk in front of Xander's apartment building, ignoring the storm that was brewing above him. He knew the boy was upstairs, probably waiting for the vampire. That's how it had been every night since Xander's birthday. Either Spike waited for Xander, Xander waited for Spike, or... well, neither of them waited to get back to the young man's place and ended up going at it in a dark alleyway or crypt. Tonight Xander got to do the waiting.

Although Spike would rather stake himself with a wooden spoon than admit it, he was nervous. Considering the normal pace of their...activities, tonight would probably be the last night they celebrated Xander's birthday. Spike didn't want that, however. The boy was easy to be around, at least when Buffy and the rest of the gang were absent. The blonde was more than a little surprised that he'd actually enjoyed the lad's company even when they weren't in the midst of shagging.

But as of tonight, that might all be over. Xander certainly seemed to be having fun with their little game, but what would happen later, afterwards? Would Spike be told to leave, to find himself a new fuck buddy, because there was no way in hell Xander was actually going to let him stick around? Yeah, Xander had invited him to stay on that first night, but...that meant nothing to the vampire.

Spike caught on to what he was doing and snorted. What was he, some sort of broody, bloody poof like his Sire? He was the Big Bad; if he wanted something, he bloody well got it. So maybe he'd have to change his usual tactics a bit, but no matter. By the time he got done tonight, Xander wouldn't dream of asking him to leave. No, he'd be begging him to stay.

Overhead, lightening crackled, drawing Spike out of his reverie. With lovely thoughts of Xander in mind, Spike ran up the stairs and knocked on his boy's door.

Xander was about to turn on the television and catch a football game when Spike knocked on the door. The boy had quickly learned to differentiate Spike's knocking from everyone else's. Now he was like one of Pavlov's dogs; Spike knocked and Xander got hard. He'd have been embarrassed by it, except that since they'd hooked up he'd never seen Spike *not* half-hard as well. "Spike," Xander said brightly as he opened the door. "What--"

Spike pushed through the door, picking up Xander as he moved. The door slammed behind him, echoing the storm outside, lock falling into place as one ivory hand fumbled for the knob. Spike pressed his mouth to Xander's, effectively silencing the boy with a hard kiss. He carried Xander into the bedroom, pitching him on the bed before stripping out of his own clothes. Xander followed suit, tugging at sneakers and jeans until he was as naked as the vampire.

"Gah..." Xander groaned as Spike slithered up his body, pressing them together from chest to ankle. The brunette began to speak, but was caught by the look in Spike's eyes. The vampire was...driven, blue eyes sharp as knives. Spike's face reflected pleasure, so acute it was painful. Xander let his hands run along Spike's sides, soothing the blonde with soft hushing sounds.

Spike shifted until his and Xander's cocks were sliding together in the hollow of his hip, pressing and slipping in between warm, sweaty and cool, silky. He reveled in this, this body underneath his, writhing and bucking because of what he was doing. Spike wanted to make that body react like that forever, no stopping, just this sweet tension, the perfume of pheromones drenching his senses. Xander was with him, riding high on waves of sensation, moaning and hissing as they struggled and fumbled onwards. Warm, thick, calloused fingers scrabbled along his ribs and Spike heard the murmured of the ocean tide, Xander's voice, rocking him gently. Slow, slower, Xander's humming urged. Come, we are naked and the moon is yet high in the night. This is a race best won in lassitude.

Xander gasped, thrusting helplessly against Spike's onslaught. That devilish mouth was teasing his throat, leaving passion marks in its wake. Gentle-harsh fingers broke him down and reformed him into something new, some creature that knew only Spike, only the blonde demon above him. Xander's universe shrunk, smaller and smaller, until the crash of lightening and thunder outside his bedroom window was the edge of the galaxy and Spike, Spike was his sun, dark and eclipsed but still there, burning him alive. Xander's voice poured forth unbidden, chanting Spike's name in a broken, breathy whisper, little more than a hiss and click amidst the groans, growls and keening wail of sex that surrounded them.

Spike, though, heard the words as clear as the night sky. Himself, a litany on his boy's tongue? The very thought pushed Spike over the edge, driving him onward with the devil's crop at his back. He called out for Xander, begging his sweet and lovely boy to join him, never abandon him in this maelstrom that suffered to pleasure them. See, Spike cried out in his ecstasy, see how I love you, see how I cannot be without you, this my boy.

"Spike!" Xander screamed, feeling himself fall over and down and sink into the sensation of climax, pounding into him. But Spike was there too, weak as Xander, shivering and quaking under the weight of orgasm. Xander thought maybe his heart was pounding out of his chest, loud as kettle drums. Maybe it was the storm outside, thunder echoing in his body. He couldn't tell.

A low groan accompanied Spike's first attempt to pick his brain out of wherever it had shoved itself. If someone had told him he'd shot it out over Xander's stomach, he would've believed them. After a minute he let his head drop back down next to Xander's, figuring that if the boy was half as wrung out as he was he wouldn't care. "Twenty," Spike murmured, sort of twitching suggestively instead of trying to actually slap the youth. Twenty-one was going to have to wait a bit.

*****
Part 21:

Xander's brain was just beginning to find itself when Spike started moving again. The young man moaned, either in protest or approval. He wasn't sure which yet; what Spike was doing felt damned good but he was still on cloud nine from the last bout. Apparently downtime wasn't on the evening's agenda, however. A cold, wet tongue lapped at his torso, cleaning off the combined traces of their passion.

"Spike," Xander began. "Get up here."

Spike growled, but obeyed. "What?" He murmured testily, wanting nothing more than to get back to driving his lovely boy mad with pleasure.

"Kiss me?" Xander asked muzzily. "Please?"

The blonde couldn't resist such a request, so he bent to his lover and pressed their lips together. Xander's tongue swept inside his mouth, sliding against the roof of his mouth and teasing his currently-blunt teeth. They kissed wetly, lips slipping and meeting and parting as their bodies slowly sank back down to normal.

Xander broke off the kiss, needing to breath and generally act human for a few minutes. Besides, he needed to talk to Spike. They needed to talk, to be precise. About what they were doing, here in Xander's bed. Was this just a game, something to keep them entertained until something better came along? It might have been wishful thinking on Xander's part, but he thought that maybe, just maybe, there was something more. Perhaps it was the way Spike actually stayed around instead of disappearing right after the act, cuddling, talking and acting like a lover, not just an occasional bed-mate. Xander was certainly getting attached to the blonde, and not just for his considerable talent in the sack. Spike made him smile, with his snark and unexpected thoughtfulness, which he tried to hide at all costs.

Spike eyed Xander warily. The boy was frowning the way he did when he was thinking about something serious. That was not good, and certainly not in line with Spike's plans for the evening. He snaked his way back down Xander's body, intent upon distracting his lovely boy the best way he knew how.

"Spike," Xander began, suspecting that if he didn't start this conversation now, whatever the vampire was about to do would empty his mind for the rest of the night.

"Hmm?" Spike hummed, not the least bit deterred by the cautionary lilt in Xander's voice. His boy was not going to get a chance to make him leave. He couldn't let that happen.

"What are we doing here?" Xander asked quickly, hoping to at least maybe jolt Spike into paying attention.

Spike frowned. What were they doing? "Thought that was bloody obvious, pet," He muttered, painting a broad lick down Xander's stomach.

"Not *that*," Xander hissed. "You and me. What is this? Just-for-kicks fucking? As in, gonna-end-when you reach 22 fun-and-games?" He spoke a bit more harshly than he'd intended, but Spike was rubbing little circles on his hipbones with those damned fingers, making him wriggle.

Spike's head shot up. "What?" He growled. "Games?" He continued, inching his way up Xander's body. "Is that what you're wanting? Games?" He didn't want to hear this, that his boy was...Spike shook his head violently. He had to keep himself together; otherwise he wouldn't be able to change Xander's mind.

"No," Xander said slowly, wondering why Spike was so angry. It made him more than a little uneasy, having an obviously upset vampire draped on top of him. "But I don't know what you want."

Spike stared down at his lovely boy. What did he want? "What do I want?" Spike whispered, eyes wide. "What do I want?" He repeated. One cold hand came between them, stroking up Xander's chest to curl softly around his neck. "I want this," Spike hissed, pressing himself down hard against the youth's body. "Tonight." The blonde rolled his hips, grinding their hardening erections together.

Spike released Xander's neck, crawling lower. He swept his tongue across one collarbone, then repeated the caress on the other. "Tomorrow," Spike growled, hands tightening on Xander's hips. "All of this," He said, touching Xander with his entire body, letting their skin slide hotly together. The dim light from the living room flickered and went out as the storm outside peaked, knocking out the apartment's power. The bedroom was cast in near-total darkness, the only sources of light the storm outside and Spike's bright yellow eyes, glowing as they stared holes into Xander's soul.

"Spike," Xander moaned, reaching down to pull the vampire back up to him. Spike ignored the boy in favor of moving lower, still hissing and whispering angrily. "And the night after, and still on and on," Spike murmured, trailing silky lips ever lower, over Xander's ribs and torso. "Mine," He whispered possessively. "Always mine. Forever mine, sweet boy." Xander's eyes widened impossibly when he registered what Spike was saying. His shocked yelp was superceded by a howl when Spike swallowed his cock to the root, sucking viciously.

Xander's eyes were glued to Spike's face, which disappeared and reappeared with every lightning strike. Sharp cheeks hollowed, eyes fierce in concentration. Glorious, cold suction, evil tongue pressing just so. Xander couldn't believe he was getting so close so fast. Spike gave no quarter, demanding the boy respond, thrust into his greedy mouth even as he took him deeper, suckled harder.

"Please," Xander pleaded, wanting anything, relief, orgasm, something to bring him back together. His mind was trying to wrap itself around the idea of Spike wanting him, being possessive. The words the blonde had used were permanently burned into Xander's brain; it didn't matter if they were spoken in passion or not, the difference was meaningless to the boy. Spike wanted him, and not just for the night, or until the next best thing walked along. Forever. His.

Spike released Xander's hips to reach between the youth's thighs, stroking the swollen orbs he found there. Xander screamed, cock swelling just before he came, filling Spike's mouth with hot seed, momentarily banishing the unnatural cold of the vampire's own body. Spike swallowed eagerly, wanting his lad's physical essence as deep inside him as his spirit already was. The vampire climbed back up Xander's body, pressing kisses along the way.

"Mine," Spike said into Xander's ear, voice as soft as feathers falling on snow. "Mine only, my sweet boy." Lips traced the delicate shell of the youth's ear, making Xander twitch pitifully. "Only mine. Mine."

Xander's brain told him that Spike was saying something important, something he should care about. Xander's body, however, was still focused on 'wow, that was intense.' Instead of arguing with himself, Xander ordered his arms to wrap themselves around Spike, drawing that cold body tight against his own warmer one. Dark hair mixed with light as Xander turned his face to Spike's, letting impossibly smooth skin soothe his overheated flesh.

Spike waited, taut and nervous, as Xander's breathing slowed and his heart fell back into its normal rhythm. "Mmm," Xander murmured, rubbing himself against the vampire. "Mine too," The boy said groggily. Spike's heart flipped over a few times. Then it stilled, before repeating the unlikely maneuver.

"Right," Spike replied, nodding. Who was he to argue? If Xander wanted Spike to be his, so be it. That meant the vampire had a place, here in Xander's bed, loving the boy. And eventually Xander would understand that he belonged to Spike, body and soul.

"Which one was that?" Xander asked, mind still a messy puddle of come and happiness.

"Twenty-one, pet," Spike murmured, smacking the boy's hip lightly.

"Can I make a request?" Xander inquired, yawning.

Spike stilled. "Yeah," He said cautiously.

Xander opened one sleepy eye and grinned. "Can twenty-two wait for about half an hour? Unlike an evil undead guy we all know and love, I have to endure something called a 'refractory period'."

Spike was damned grateful Xander buried his face back in the vampire's neck just then. Otherwise he would've seen the dopey grin on Spike's face, and that wouldn't do.

Xander had used 'love' and a reference to Spike in the same sentence.

That made Spike very, very happy.

*****
Part 22:

Xander woke up to find Spike still draped over his body, legs twined with his. He didn't have much to go on, since Spike didn't normally breathe, but Xander was oddly sure that the vampire was asleep. A wide grin stretched across the boy's face as he drew his hands down Spike's body, tracing abstract patterns along the blonde's prominent spine. Spike murmured in his sleep and shifted slightly, as though following Xander's hands. The youth teased and stroked his way down until he was kneading the pale, muscular gloves of Spike's ass and the vampire was finally awake.

"Mmm..." Spike hummed, undulating against Xander's warm body. The blonde couldn't ever remember being woken up so...nicely. Warm Xander all around him, his lovely boy taking the initiative and--"

Xander's smile widened as Spike yelped. Xander continued to brush a curious finger across Spike's hole, reveling in the way the vampire thrust helplessly against him, If he'd known Spike was so sensitive, he'd have done this ages ago. Well, at least a few days ago.

Spike sucked desperately on Xander's neck, wishing the boy would keep going, push that damned finger inside him and stretch him open. This feathery teasing was driving him insane, reminding his body that there was much, much more in store for them if Xander would only do something. "Xander," Spike moaned, lifting his head from the boy's neck.

Xander caught the pleading in Spike's voice. Ok, the vampire really liked this. Good thing, since Xander was pretty fond of it too. Spike probably had no clue how he looked, spread out on top of Xander, thrusting back against his hand. Wanton didn't cover it. He knew what Spike wanted; it was pretty damned obvious. Xander, however, didn't want to try that without some sort of slick. He hadn't ever actually done this before. "Need slick, Spike," He muttered. The vampire's hands were considerably less occupied than his.

Spike reached blindly for the nearest night stand, fumbling until he found a bottle of something. He pitched it at Xander, who somehow managed to catch it. Spike felt the slick drip of lubricant hit his skin, its coldness not really a shock for the vampire. Then that hand was back, stroking and teasing. Spike wriggled under the light touch, wanting more. Xander cautiously pushed one finger inside the blonde, recalling everything he could about how Spike had prepared him. If the vampire's soft, broken whimper was anything to go by, Xander was doing just fine.

Spike latched onto Xander's collarbone, needing to keep his mouth occupied. He wanted to consume the boy, climb inside that warm haven of a mouth and never leave. But that might distract Xander from what he was doing, and that Spike couldn't allow. Each hesitant, exploratory touch was perfect, sending tendrils of pleasure up Spike's spine and straight into his heart. Xander could keep doing what he was doing for as long as he wanted; Spike certainly wasn't going to complain. If the Slayer and her entire entourage walked in at that very moment, Spike wouldn't do so much as lift a finger. He was far to happy where he was to actually move.

Emboldened by Spike's positive response, Xander slowly pushed another finger inside the vampire. Spike shuddered and thrust back, working himself on the invading digits. Xander twisted and bent his two fingers, stretching the vampire's hole. Spike's mouth tightened on the boy's skin, suckling with almost painful force. Xander stilled for a moment, until Spike relaxed. Then he continued, flickering his fingers against the blonde's prostate. Each time he did, Spike twitched or shuddered and that cool mouth moved with more force, licking and sucking along Xander's neck and shoulders.

"Do you like this, Spike?" Xander asked as he continued to work the vampire. "Opening up for me?"

Spike whined against Xander's neck. He couldn't say it, couldn't say anything at the moment. But yeah, he loved it, loved being owned like this as much as he loved taking possession of his sweet boy. All he could do at the moment was cry out and move to encourage Xander to continue, to never stop.

"Wish we could do this every day, wake up like this," Xander continued, gingerly pushing a third finger inside Spike's body. "'Cause seeing you like this is, wow, it's powerful, you know?" The youth drew in a shaky breath. "I'm not sure how I'm ever going to make it through work, knowing that I've got this to come home to."

Spike's eyes crossed as his mouth fell away from Xander's lovely skin. Between the words Xander was whispering and cruelly perfect movements of his fingers inside the blonde, Spike was nearly blind with pleasure. He thrust against Xander, cock leaking cold precome onto the boy's stomach, smearing over hot, tight skin. Spike wanted to hold on, to wait, make it last until the boy was buried inside him, filling him and heating his cold body. He wanted Xander's cock where his fingers were, splitting him in two and making him whole.

Xander reached up with his free hand and pulled Spike's face to his. The vampire was in some sort of half-state, ridges just forming above his eyes. Xander smiled at the dazed look in those blue-yellow orbs and leaned up to kiss the blonde, just as he thrust harder with his fingers, splaying them as far apart as he could. He crooked and straightened them rhythmically, working against the convulsive tightening of Spike's body, swallowing the vampire's high-pitched wails as he came. Spike was so damned beautiful like that, perfect ecstasy carved into milky stone, a statue possessed by a poet's demon. It wasn't possible, not with all that they'd done that night, but Xander felt his own arousal peak and spill over, heated liquid bathing Spike's body as unexpected completion washed through Xander's.

Spike gripped Xander hard, fingers digging into satiny flesh as his body disintegrated, flung into nothingness. He called for Xander, begging the boy to join him in this howling, sublime sensation and was answered by a low moan mixing with his plaintive wail. Hot became hotter, just as cool became colder, blending into something new between them. Xander was with him, right there under and inside and around and all over.

Xander eased his fingers free of the vampire's now-unresisting body and held the blonde close to him, smiling softly as he listened to Spike murmur against his neck.

Words fell out of Spike's mouth unbidden, fulfilling their duties despite his mind's scattershot state. "Twenty-two," The vampire whispered, sadness creeping into his voice. All declarations aside, they'd finished celebrating Xander's birthday. Twenty-two sex acts, twenty-two orgasms for the birthday boy.

Xander grinned, a truly evil thought coming to him. "Yeap, twenty-two. Did I ever tell you how much I *adore* that particular present?"

Spike couldn't help but chuckle at the bright happiness in his boy's voice. "I guessed."

"Good," Xander murmured, still grinning madly. "So, Spike."

"Hmm?" Spike hummed questioningly, still licking drops of sweat off Xander's damp skin.

"Got a question," Xander continued.

"What's that?" Spike inquired, working his way across Xander's collarbones.

"When's your birthday?"

~fin~