"I can't believe they threw us out!" Xander growled as he opened the door for Spike.

"Sorry, mate. Should've known Rupert wasn't in the mood," Spike replied lightly. He didn't mind being tossed out of the Magic Box on his ass; well, not when Xander was also being removed forcefully. Buffy and Giles hadn't taken well to the two men's teasing and playing around... as though it was *their* fault that they were in a good mood and the Slayer and her Watcher weren't. Personally, he'd thought Xander's impromptu dance with the Fyarl skeleton had been damned funny. He'd never look at the lambada, or Fyarl demons, the same again.

"He actually threw me! Out the door!" Xander continued. He bypassed the beer in his search for something stronger. "Now what am I supposed to do tonight?" He asked as he opened a bottle of rum.

Spike leered. "Dunno. Do know what *I'm* doing, though."

Xander gulped. "Really? What's that?"

"There's a football game on," Spike remarked, grabbing the remote. "An' I'm gonna watch it, even if it is some dickless American team."

"They're not dickless!" Xander argued. And why wasn't Spike doing *him* tonight? Old doubts began to flood his mind. He had been waiting for this, after all. The day when Spike got bored.

Spike flipped on the game, but instead of collapsing on the couch, he went over to Xander. After stealing a few swallows of rum, Spike put the bottle away and grabbed Xander's arm. "Come on, game's wasting."

"But I don't want to watch soccer!" Xander exclaimed. Spike tried to get him onto the couch, but Xander wasn't having any of it. Since he didn't want to set off his chip, Spike changed tactics, moving to strip the boy there in the middle of the living room.

"Why not? 'S better than baseball," Spike replied as he ripped off the last of the boy's clothes. He'd left on Xander's work boots and socks, as well as his belt. The rest of his clothes, though, were in tatters on the floor. He thought the kid made a nice picture, thick band of cowhide around his waist, solid boots on his feet. Spike really liked leather.

Xander shuddered as Spike's hands roamed over his body. The vampire might have been watching the television, but he had plenty of attention focused on Xander. "Spike?"

"Hmm?" Spike hummed as he dug through his pockets for some lube.

"What are you doing?"

"Ah!" He said happily as he found the fresh tube. Spike walked Xander forward until the boy was pressed against the back of the couch. "Watching football."

"I'm naked," Xander pointed out.

Spike ran one hand down the boy's back, letting his fingers press against Xander's hole. "So I noticed."

"You're not," Xander continued.

Spike rubbed himself against Xander. "So?" At the same time, he slid one lubed finger inside the boy, working to sooth and loosen tight muscles.

Xander pressed back on that lovely finger. "Won't that make things a bit difficult?"

"I'll manage. Watch the game, hmm? The ones in green are about to score." The blonde slid in another finger, stretching they boy open as he rubbed against Xander's prostate. Xander squirmed a bit and leaned over further, trying to grab the remote.

"Can I at least watch basketball?" Xander pleaded. "I like basketball."

Spike grasped Xander's belt with his free hand and yanked the boy back. Xander sank down on Spike's fingers and scraped against the vampire's duster. Spike kept his hand on the belt, holding Xander close. "Now, now, Xander. I said I was gonna watch football, so football is what I'm gonna watch. If you're a good boy," The vampire continued, stroking Xander's prostate, "A *very* good boy, this'll last awhile."

Xander groaned, eyes crossing. If Spike kept that up, he wouldn't have to worry about watching soccer. He'd be blind from "That!" He exclaimed as a third finger slid into him, pumping against his prostate. He clenched himself around Spike, hoping to convince the vampire to move faster.

Spike waited for Xander to relax, then went back to stretching him out. He wasn't in any hurry; the soccer game was interesting enough and the boy's groans and whimpers entertained him greatly. In fact, he was so pleased by how the boy was reacting Spike took most of the first half to get the boy ready. Xander was nearly screaming by the time Spike unzipped himself.

"Please?" Xander begged, whining. "Spike? I'll never change the channel again, I promise. I'll be a good boy. A very fucking good boy. Please, just do me?"

Spike slicked himself up and slowly pressed into the boy's hot body. Oh yeah, it was definitely worth the wait. "Keep watching; that green team is in the lead."

Xander just moaned as Spike's cold, hard cock filled him. He stretched out over the back of the couch, spreading his legs wide. His cock was pushed down against the couch's fabric and rubbed a bit against it with every thrust. There was no way he could reach down to jack himself, though. He felt Spike wrap his other hand in the belt around Xander's waist and start to move, using the leather as leverage. Spike would pull almost all the way out, and then slowly work himself back inside, moving Xander with the belt as he pushed. He felt like he was being ridden--literally.

Spike thrust in sharply, loving the way Xander's muscles rippled as he strained against Spike. He knew the boy wanted to push back, wanted to finish it, but Spike was in control. The blonde wouldn't let Xander move that much, using the belt to control him. Once Xander figured out that the only way he was going to get what he wanted was to let Spike lead, he settled down and let the vampire direct their movements.

"Oh, gods," Xander moaned as Spike began to thrust deeper. His death grip on the couch hadn't lessoned one bit; he was still tearing fabric with his fingers. Spike was *using* him, moving him around like an inanimate object, a toy build for his pleasure. At the same time, though, it was obvious even to Xander's lust-fogged brain that the vampire was focused on Xander's pleasure, on bringing Xander off. Otherwise, why would Spike be taking so much care to stroke his prostate, or rub his body against the couch just so, so that his cock was stimulated by the coarse fabric? And the feel of Spike's clothes on his back, knowing that the vampire was still in those sinful jeans and duster...

"Come on," Spike growled, thrusting harder and faster. The boy was close--he could smell it. Xander was whimpering and clenching himself around Spike's cock, stripping him of his own climax. The vampire pulled up hard on the belt, lifting Xander off the couch. He shifted his arms, wrapping one around the boy's middle to hold him up, while the other went to the boy's cock, fisting him in time with Spike's frantic thrusting. Xander's head fell back as he came, screaming, his come shooting over the couch and onto the television screen.

Spike felt the boy orgasm, felt that hot entrance grip him harder than ever before. He didn't bother trying to delay his own climax, letting it run over him again and again as he filled the lad with cold seed. Spike slowly lowered Xander to the couch back, letting the furniture bear some of the boy's weight. Xander didn't look like he was going to be standing any time soon. After a moment, he pulled out and slapped the boy's ass. "Eight."

"Who won?" Xander asked absently, still lost in a miasma of afterglow. He was never going to be able to wear his belt in public again--at least, not without a seriously raging hard-on. His boots might have to go too. And Spike's clothes. Wow. So maybe he had a kink or ten...

Spike cocked his head to one side. "Dunno, can't tell. Screen's all dirty."

*****
Part 9:

"Xander."

"Ack! How the hell did you get this number?" Xander screeched into the phone. He was in the office at work, filling out some work orders. "And why are you calling me, anyway?"

"It's in the phone book," Spike replied. "And I'm calling to talk to you."

"Spike, you don't strike me as the type to just call up during the day to chat," Xander retorted.

"So? There's a first time for everything," Spike told him. "Now, take your clothes off."

Xander dropped the phone. He looked around, but the trailer was still empty. The phone had slipped under the desk, so he had to dig for it. "Spike, that wasn't funny! I'm at work!"

"I know where you are," Spike murmured. "Take your clothes off."

To his credit, Xander didn't drop the phone this time. "I can't, Spike. I'm at work. Other people work here too. Besides, why should I take my clothes off?"

"So you don't get your clothes filthy," Spike explained.

"They're already dirty. I work at a construction site," Xander shot back.

There was a brief pause. "Fine then, have it your way. Could you pick up another tube of lube on your way home tonight? I plan on giving you a good coring after patrol."

This time, Xander didn't drop the phone. He fell down. "Spike," He hissed, wishing the trailer had carpet, "That is not--"

"Wanna see you all spread out on that big bed of yours, maybe tied up a bit, just to keep the wriggling down."

"Gah," Xander said, gasping. "I gotta fill out paperwork, Spike," He said desperately.

"Ass high in the air, a bit pink from this and that, you know," Spike continued in a low, rough voice. "Hot, too. Wanna taste you, all over. Feel you sweating when I get close, right there, but I never do it. Your cock'll be dripping, aching, and I'll keep getting closer and closer."

Xander reached down to adjust himself. "Spike," He murmured. Phone sex. Spike and he were having phone sex. Kinky enough on its own, but Spike just *had* to throw in bondage. And spanking. The vamp was so dead.

"And then you'll lose patience and thrust into my mouth--as far as you can move, anyway. It won't be much," Spike growled. "Just the head. And when you're done trying to make me make you come, I'll let it sit there on my tongue, not doing a damned thing. Not one lick. Well, my *mouth* won't be doing anything."

Xander whimpered. That voice... He could *feel* Spike's mouth on him, feel his mouth *not* doing anything. It was torture.

"But what I really want is to fuck you blind, so while you're all about getting me to suck you off, I'm gonna be gettin' you ready. Use that lube you're gonna bring home, you know. One finger first, slow and easy. Just keep pushing a little until you start working that slut's ass back onto my hand, sliding your cock out of my mouth. Soon you'll be working yourself back and forth, fucking your ass on my fingers and shoving your prick into my mouth. Hard going for you, what with the restraints. Tires out your wrists, holding yourself up, 'cause you don't wanna just sink down on me while I'm under you."

"Sp..." Xander started. He reached down to adjust himself. That was a big mistake; his cock jumped and leaked even more, wetting down his jeans. If his boss walked in, he was so fired.

"By the time I've got three fingers up in you, just sort of sitting on your sweet spot, letting your rock yourself back against it, you'll be mindless. You'll wanna come so bad you'd do anything, *anything* just to get me to suck, just once, just a little. Enough to make you come. But I'm not gonna."

"Please," Xander begged, the outside world fading away as Spike's voice became his reality. He could feel Spike's fingers inside him. Xander didn't realize he was moving as Spike talked, didn't notice that he was working himself with his hand, getting ever closer to orgasm.

"No, I'm gonna crawl out from under you and sink my knob into that tight arse. Just sit there, letting you squirm a bit. And when you think I'm never gonna move..."

"Spike!" Xander cried, teetering on the precipice. Just a little more...

"I'm gonna pound you through the bed, give it to you 'til you pass out from it," Spike finished. "Shoot you full of come, watch it drip out of you, rim you clean and get you hard again."

Xander bit his lip to keep from screaming as climax ripped through him. He dimly wondered how he was going to explain the state of his clothing to his boss. Mostly he didn't care; he wanted to go home, throw Spike on the bed, and do what the vampire had been describing. Repeatedly.

"So, that was what... nine?" Spike said lightly. "And don't forget the lube."

Xander blinked. "Spike? You do know I could get fired for this, right?"

Spike laughed. "Yeah, but you always could've hung up the phone."

*****
Part 10:

Xander gave himself a lot of credit. After all, he'd made it through patrol without throwing Spike onto the ground and fucking him blind. Then again, Spike was patrolling with Buffy while Xander was paired with Willow. They were on opposite ends of town, which made ravishing Spike difficult. Unfortunately for Xander, there were far too many reminders of his earlier conversation with the vampire, namely his still-damp clothes, a raging hard-on, and a selection of lubricants in his coat pocket. Xander alternated between wanting to kill the vampire and wanting to strip down and offer himself up.

Spike made the decision for Xander as soon as the boy got home. The blonde snaked out one hand and latched onto the boy's neck when Xander opened the door, dragging the boy inside and pressing him face-forward into the wall. Spike closed and locked the door, easily restraining the brunette. Xander squirmed and muttered, trying to get free.

"Now, is that any way for a good boy to act?" Spike chided. "I don't think so."

Xander stilled. Spike inhaled deeply, relishing the arousal pouring off the young man. After a moment he loosened his grip on Xander's neck, stroking the skin there gently. Xander slowly relaxed, letting Spike sooth him. It was obvious that the boy was still trying to decide if he wanted this, to give up control to the vampire.

"Right," Spike murmured. "Let's take this to the bedroom, shall we?"

Xander nodded slowly and backed away from the wall. Spike left his hand resting lightly on the boy's neck, not so much guiding him as reminding him who was in charge. In the bedroom, Spike slowly pulled off Xander's clothes, caressing each newly exposed section of skin. "So, how went patrol?" The blonde asked casually.

"Uh...fine," Xander said, thrown by the question. "A vamp near Shady Home, but that's it. Boring, really."

"Did Red try any mojo on you?" Spike inquired as he bent to untie the boy's shoes.

"Not a thing," Xander said quickly. "Although she did want to try to make my hair curly."

Spike stood suddenly, frowning. "No mojo. She'd probably lop off your ears or something." Xander laughed softly at the image of him with no ears. "Get on the bed."

Xander snapped to attention and climbed onto the bed. He'd been a bit leery of the whole not-in-control thing at first, but Spike wasn't scaring him. Not yet, anyway. Hearing that dark voice made Xander's knees weak. If Spike always sounded like that when he played like this, Xander would do just about anything. That voice was irresistible.

"Roll over," Spike murmured when Xander laid down on his back. Xander did so immediately, stretching his hands up over his head. While he moved, Spike stripped off his own clothes and searched Xander's coat for the requested lube. Then he picked up the boy's belt and climbed onto the bed, straddling him. They both hissed at the first contact of cool and hot skin.

"Spike," Xander moaned plaintively as the vampire bound his hands together and fastened them to the headboard.

"Remember what I told you?" Spike asked Xander. "This afternoon?"

Xander shuddered.

A cold, slick tongue traced the brunette's spine. "Wanna taste you, all over."

When Spike reached the soles of Xander's feet, he nipped each lightly, enjoying the way Xander was humping the bed. The blonde sat back, thinking quickly. If he did this just right, there'd be no nasty shocks from the chip. First, he placed one hand flat on the boy's arse, just letting it sit there. Soon Xander was wriggling, trying to convince Spike to move. That was when the vampire struck, raising his hand and slapping it down quickly. He hit hard enough to warm the skin, but not hard enough to cause any pain. At least, he thought he hadn't, since the chip stayed silent. Xander yelped and thrust back, trying to get closer to that hand.

"Like that, do you?" Spike asked as he slapped at the boy again.

"Please," Xander groaned, aching. He couldn't believe he *liked* this, liked Spike dominating him, controlling him. But it was so damned good, so freeing. He didn't have to do anything but feel.

Spike obliged, smacking the boy softly until both cheeks were pink and hot. He finished up that particular exercise by laving the tender flesh with his tongue, savoring the brunette's tangy sweat. There wasn't any part of Xander that wasn't utterly addictive. Spike placed his hands on the insides of Xander's knees and pushed the boy's legs up and apart, forcing Xander's ass high in the air and exposing his hole. Then Spike lay down on his back and wormed his way underneath his prey, letting his skin torture the lad's with its coolness.

"Spike," Xander gasped breathlessly. "What--"

Spike latched onto one hard nipple and sucked, biting the nub lightly now and then. His hands danced along Xander's sides, teasing his hipbones and coming *so* close to his leaking cock. Xander was whimpering almost continuously, humping Spike's body as much as he could. Spike let him, enjoying the feel of Xander's cock sliding on his stomach.

Xander thrust harder, trying to get enough friction, enough pressure to end this delicious torment. Spike was right there, underneath him. He'd never felt so out of control while on top of someone before, not even with Anya. Yeah, Xander was the one trying to crawl inside Spike, but Spike was calling the shots. Until he wanted Xander to come, the boy was going to suffer.

Spike took pity on Xander and pushed himself lower. That lovely, purpling cock was the center of his attention, calling for him. He loved the way Xander tasted, salty and sweet and less bitter than he'd have expected. Spike placed his hands on Xander's hips, holding him in place as the vampire cleaned the boy's abdomen of precome. Xander mewled and quivered and tried to get Spike to touch him more, to give him some sort of relief. Spike ignored him easily, choosing to trace the crease of one thigh and latch onto one sensitive hipbone, sucking just hard enough to leave a huge, dark mark.

Just when Xander decided that Spike was going to die, right after Xander got out of this fix, the vampire's mouth fastened around the boy's cock and sucked. Hard. Xander screamed and bucked forward, his orgasm clawing its way out of his body to fill Spike's mouth. Spike rode out Xander's climax, letting the boy thrust freely into his throat. Semen flooded his mouth, dribbling out along his chin. His lovely boy always tasted so damned good.

Xander managed to keep the presence of mind to keep from falling on top of Spike, but it was a near thing. He couldn't come up with a single thought; he'd just shot his brains into Spike's mouth. A cool hand stroked his back, soothing him as he returned to earth.

Spike grinned around Xander's softening cock and raised one hand slightly. "Ten," He hummed as he brought the hand down on Xander's backside.

*****
Part 11:

Spike didn't wait for Xander to recover before starting in again on the boy. Xander was still gasping for breath when the first cool, slick finger penetrated his body, its passage made easier by his extremely relaxed state. Still, he jumped a little, the cold gel a shock to his heated skin. Spike nuzzled Xander's belly, tickling the boy's navel. Xander just shuddered and submitted to whatever Spike wanted to do.

Xander wasn't sure he could actually do this again. He'd been put through the wringer twice today already; once at work and once just a minute ago. Yeah, he was young, but he wasn't *that* young. Recovery time was a fact of life.

But not today. He was shocked to find himself responding to Spike's thorough ministrations, his cock hardening again, although much more slowly than before. Then there was that lovely, cool mouth, licking its way down to his balls, sucking on them gently...

"Spike!" Xander wailed when the vampire drew his balls into his cold mouth, just holding them there. Xander trembled, arousal making his body quake even as he tried to remain perfectly still. The vampire began to suck, pulling his balls deeper inside. Xander felt teeth, sharp points brushing his skin. At the same time, Spike's fingers began to pull and stretch him, opening him wide. Three, four, now five fingers, both hands now, working in and out. One hand's fingers pressing on his prostate, the other working guardian muscle. And still that mouth, trapping his testicles. He couldn't move, he couldn't stay still.

Spike chuckled around his mouthful as a stream of precum began to dribble down his face. Xander's cock was pressed against his forehead and was leaking continuously. The blonde could feel Xander straining to keep himself upright, to not shift or move a muscle. Spike wanted him to lose control again, to beg and plead for Spike to just fuck him already. To that end, Spike redoubled his efforts, moving his hands with greater purpose.

Xander shrieked when laughed around his balls, and screamed when one of Spike's hands drifted lower, to stroke and scrape his perineum. Slender fingers stroked the base of his balls, right up to where they disappeared into Spike's mouth. The other hand kept pumping inside him, driving him insane. "Spike," Xander moaned.

"Hmm?" Spike hummed. He wasn't about to let Xander go just to ask a coherent question, especially not when he knew what the boy wanted anyway.

"Please, gods, fuck me," Xander cried. "Stop teasing."

Spike hummed his agreement, causing Xander to keen and wail plaintively. The vampire let Xander's balls slide out of his mouth. Then he extracted his fingers and crawled out from under the boy. Oh, Xander was a lovely sight, all sweaty and shaking. Spike knelt behind him, wrapping one arm around the boy's middle. The other hand reached up and untied the belt from the headboard so that Spike could lift Xander up and onto his lap. Spike reached down and positioned himself, letting Xander sink down on him.

Xander arched his back, striking Spike's shoulder with his head. "Spike!" He moaned as he was slowly filled. Spike responded by lifting Xander's still-bound arms over his head, letting them loop around Spike's neck. Xander used his new position as leverage, lifting himself up and sinking back down onto Spike. He had control here; Xander set the pace as he rode Spike, shifting and wriggling until he had the vampire's cock just where he wanted it.

Spike was in hell. He held onto the boy with both arms, steadying Xander as the brunette rode him. Xander didn't take him very deep, just enough to bump the head of his cock against the boy's prostate. Over and over again, incredible pressure on his cockhead. Spike let himself shift into gameface; in this position, Xander couldn't be scared of it. That transformation left him with more control, which he used to focus on lifting the boy and guiding him a bit more, increasing both men's pleasure.

Xander felt Spike wordlessly instruct him, showing him how to move *just so*. The effects were stunning; Xander tried each little twist and thrust again and again. Once Spike was sure Xander had it down, one cold hand reached up to grasp the boy's cock, giving the brunette another sharply pleasurable sensation to contend with.

"Harder," Xander ordered as he thrust himself into Spike's hands. "Come on, Spike. I won't break." Xander loved being jacked off; there wasn't much he'd rather have done to him. But he liked it rougher, faster. Harder. Spike obliged, tightening his grip even as he sped up a little. The results were overwhelmingly positive; Xander screeched and bucked hard, almost forcing Spike flat onto the bed. Still Xander worked himself on Spike, using the vampire's body for his own pleasure.

Spike gritted his teeth and tried to focus on Xander. He was close, too close to keep going very much longer. The slick glide of smooth, sweaty skin was intoxicating and the boy smelled like fighting and blood and sex and lust, all of which whipped Spike into frenzy. With a harsh growl, Spike thrust deep into Xander and came, fisting the brunette almost cruelly to bring him along.

Xander froze as his body convulsed one last time, ecstasy blending with oblivion as the combined effects of the day's activities took their toll on him. His arms relaxed and he stayed glued to Spike's body only by his bound hands and impaled flesh.

Spike shook himself to clear his head. Lust was a heavy fog to escape, and Spike was finding himself deep within it with startling frequency. He finally reached for Xander's arms, bringing them back down and unbinding them. He massaged each wrist briefly, and then slowly eased the brunette back down onto the mattress. "Eleven," He murmured as he lovingly stroked Xander's ass, noting that he really should clean them up before he fell asleep.

*****
Part 12:

Xander was halfway up the stairs when his cell phone rang. "Harris," He said curtly. It had been a long day at work, and for obvious Spike-related reasons, he hadn't gotten much sleep the night before. Not that he was complaining.

"Xander," Giles said seriously. "We need you here immediately. It seems that a group of Chaos demons have taken a class of preschoolers hostage for use in a summoning ritual."

"Fuck," Xander swore as he ran the rest of the way up the stairs. "I'll be there in ten minutes, ok?"

He threw open the door to his apartment, reaching for his axe even as he stripped off his work clothes. By the time he got into his bedroom, he was naked. There wasn't time for a shower, so he grabbed a cleanish pair of jeans and began to pull them on.

"In a hurry?" Spike drawled from the doorway.

"Spike!" Xander yelped. "Fuck! It's still daylight. You can't go with. How'd you get in here anyway?" He asked as he yanked on a shirt.

"I took the sewers. What's this about leaving? You just got here," Spike complained.

"Chaos demons, kiddies, bad stuff," Xander muttered. "Sorry, Spike, but this has to be done." He really did regret missing his and Spike's daily bouts of astonishingly good sex, but he was a Scooby.

Spike reached for the boy, stopping him in his tracks. "Right. I understand. Slayer's support-group an' all. Big nasties show up, you come running." The blonde reached for Xander's unfastened jeans, peeling them back a bit. He wasn't surprised to find the boy half-hard. A single, quick stroke of one cool hand brought Xander to full attention.

"Spike," Xander groaned, making a half-hearted attempt to get away, "I gotta go."

"I know," Spike growled, into the boy's ear. He turned slightly so that he was standing right in front of Xander. Leaning up a bit, he captured the brunette's mouth in a savage kiss as his hands started a staccato rhythm on his cock. Xander's hands shot up to cling to Spike as the vampire hit every nerve, every sensitive spot in his mouth and squeezed and pulled his cock with aching force. Both sensations bordered on pain, just resting on 'damned good.'

Spike stroked Xander's balls twice, squeezing slightly. The boy's mouth dropped completely open as he jerked and came, spilling over Spike's still-moving hand. Spike released the brunette's mouth and stepped back, idly licking his hand clean.

Xander watched Spike. He wondered if the vampire liked the way he tasted or if he just did that to get to Xander. It certainly worked. Xander shook his head and stared down at his now-limp cock. He'd just gone from half-hard to spent in less than two minutes. That was a land-speed record for him, and he could be fast on the draw sometimes. "Damn."

Spike reached forward with his newly-cleaned hands and tucked the boy back in. One slender palm slapped denim. "Twelve."

"I've got to go," Xander repeated, pulling on his shoes. "Sorry."

"'S nothing," Spike murmured. "The Chaos demons are holding the kiddies near the abandoned water treatment plant west of town."

Xander glanced up at Spike. He was about to ask the vampire how he knew, but thought better of it. Now was not the time to get into why Spike was handing out useful information. Instead, he stood and planted a quick peck on the vampire's cheek. "Be back later," He said as he ran out the apartment and down the stairs. Maybe with Spike's info, this wouldn't take too long.

*****
Part 13:

/This is getting to be a habit,/ Xander thought as he walked up the stairs towards his apartment. Each time he came home, he approached his apartment building feeling like he always did--nothing special. By the time he reached the main door, he was half-hard with anticipation. Would Spike be there? Sometimes Xander knew that the vampire was waiting for him. Occasionally Spike was next to him, having been out on patrol. Once in a while the blonde was lying in wait, hiding in Xander's apartment so he could surprise the young man.

Tonight Xander hoped Spike hadn't left at sundown. The information he'd gotten from Spike had turned the day's work from excruciating to merely annoying, since they were able to locate the children well before the ritual started. The kids were at home with their parents, who were told there was simply an emergency drill at school that had sent the kids to a safe place. The Chaos demons were smeared on the sewer walls in great, bloody lumps. Buffy really didn't like it when demons picked on kids.

Still, it was well past dark and Spike might have left, to feed or out of boredom. That didn't soften Xander's cock any, which could've been used to break the door down. The quickie he'd gotten earlier hadn't taken the edge off one bit, so now Xander was feeling more than a little horny. If he wasn't mistaken, they were working towards thirteen.

But when Xander opened up his apartment, it was dark and quiet. The television was turned off and the only thing Xander could hear was the low hum of the air conditioning unit. He stifled his disappointment and toed off his shoes. A shower was definitely in order; between the day's work and a clan of Chaos demons, he was disgustingly dirty.

He didn't bother retrieving any clothes from his bedroom before jumping in the shower stall and turning the water on full hot. It wasn't a credit to his apartment that he could do that; it meant his hot water heater sucked big time. Still, a shower was a shower and after a few minutes he felt a lot more human.

Since Xander had forgone getting clothes earlier, he was damp and stark naked when he walked into his bedroom. His hand had almost reached the light switch when he glanced at his bed.

Spike.

The vampire was spread out on the sheets, glowing white in the moonlight. Legs spread, one bent slightly at the knee. A slender foot twitched back and forth against the dark fabric of the comforter, so lightly it made no sound. Pale thighs stood out in sharp contrast to the material bunched and bound beneath them, muscles demarcating lines in flawless skin.

Spike's eyes were closed, dark eyelashes standing out against ivory flesh. Deep shadows accentuated those razor-like cheeks, the dark hollows shifting and morphing as the blonde's mouth curved and opened, soundless moans falling unnoticed from his lips. Xander found himself gasping along with Spike, echoing each cold unneeded breath with a living, warm one.

Xander traced the outline of long arms, one draped carelessly on the pillows, framing Spike's head. Nimble fingers twisted in blonde hair, dancing absently in the curls. The other arm was lowered, lying across Spike's body, the hand resting on the vampire's erection.

"Xander," Spike whispered, as though talking in his sleep.

Xander watched, dumbstruck, as Spike's hand wrapped around his cock, pulling with long, slow strokes. Foreskin shifting, pulled by a thumb. Fingernails tracing the vein on the underside, digging in at the base. A sharp sigh followed that move as Spike arched up, back coming off the bed. Then he settled back, soothing the pain with a gentle palm, pressing and pushing on his balls. Precum leaked out in glassy drops, only to be collected and whisked away. Spike brought his hand to his mouth, tasting himself briefly before resuming his leisurely pleasuring.

When Spike started to move faster, letting his whole body get into the activity, legs pushing off the bed as he fisted himself, Xander let his hand fall to his own erection, mirroring Spike's motions. Squeeze, pull, push, twist. Soon Xander couldn't tell who was groaning, who was gasping for air. Spike writhed on the bed, chanting Xander's name in a broken whisper as he came, freezing in a contorted sprawl of limbs and skin and come, light streaks and smears on dark cotton.

"Spike!" Xander moaned as he climaxed, warm semen arcing from his body onto the bed. Xander watched in an ecstatic mixture of horror and exultation as his come fell onto Spike's body, glistening spots on satin skin.

Spike's eyes flew open when Xander spoke. He watched the boy come, taking in the twisted lips, wide but unseeing eyes and rictus of pleasure. Oh, his boy was beautiful like that. This had been *such* a lovely idea. "Nice," Spike said lightly.

Xander's jaw dropped. Spike was awake? Well, he hadn't been quiet there at the end. Then again, he'd taken a shower. There was no way the vampire had slept through that. And, it was dark out. The boy quickly realized he'd been set up. "You were awake!" He exclaimed as he approached the now-filthy bed.

"Of course," Spike replied. He took hold of Xander as soon as he was within reach and brought that warm body down on top of his. "How am I supposed to sleep through all your bloody clomping about?" Xander opened his mouth to reply, but Spike cut him off with a kiss. While Xander tried to catch Spike's tongue, the vampire tapped the boy on his ass, eliciting a throaty chuckle from the human.

"Thirteen," Spike murmured as the kiss ended.

*****
Part 14:

"So I take it the kiddies are safe and sound?" Spike murmured as he stroked Xander's arm.

"Mmm," Xander hummed. He liked this a lot. Being petted. By the hand of a killing machine, no less. It was like having a deadly weapon traced along his skin. "Easy as pie."

"Ah. Not all worn out then, are we?"

Xander grinned. "Nope." Spike made quick work of rolling them over, until they were knotted rather tightly in the sheets. Xander had one arm free, as did Spike. They wrestled for control, Spike tickling Xander while Xander groped Spike. Finally Xander gave up on that tactic and changed directions. He had to make Spike *want* to untangle them. With that in mind, Xander reached for his nightstand. He yanked the drawer open, digging around for some lube. As he rummaged, a cold metal object bumped into his knuckles. He fumbled around, trying to get a hold of it. When he lifted it, he found that it was his favorite dagger, the one he kept brightly polished and razor sharp. He'd been lucky to have not split his hand open on it. The young man was about to drop it back into the drawer when a thought, a truly evil thought, occurred to him. Instead of leaving it, he grabbed the lube and set it on the bed, the knife still in his hand.

Spike stilled when he saw the dagger. It was a surprisingly attractive piece; Xander usually went for functionality over aesthetics in his weaponry. "Planning on using that?" He murmured, eyes still on the weapon.

"Quick and easy way out of this mess," Xander commented, turning the knife over and over in his hand. "Unless you've got a better idea."

Spike cocked his head to one side. The boy underneath him was hard and getting harder. "Give me the dagger."

Xander glanced at the weapon, then at Spike. The vampire couldn't hurt him, no. But still... Right now, Xander had the knife. Did he want to give it up?

Spike smiled briefly when Xander gave him the knife. It was well-balanced and sharp. He kept his eyes locked on Xander's as he slid the blade along the boy's body, neatly slicing the cotton sheet. Xander's cock jumped as the blade came so close to cutting him, brushing along the fine hairs on his torso.

Xander held his breath. Spike kept the dagger in his hand as he turned them onto their sides, freeing them from the now-ruined sheets. A flash of cold on his abdomen almost made him gasp, but some very primitive part of his brain told him not to.

That cold wasn't the cool, soft slide of Spike's skin. No, that felt like silk in autumn; even though it wasn't warm, it was a gentle caress.

This was the hard, flat cold of metal. Of a knife. Spike had the dagger pressed just below his navel, sort of resting flat against the skin. The vampire's blue eyes were still focused on Xander, watching for the barest hint of discomfort.

Xander waited for Spike to move, to do something. It was torture to lay suspended as he was, implement of destruction pressed in a vulnerable area. One twist and he'd be split open, probably before Spike got zapped by the chip. But for some odd reason, Xander wasn't afraid. Aroused? Yes. Scared? No. If only Spike would *move*. As though reading his mind, Spike shifted his arm, dragging the smooth blade up over Xander's navel and across his torso and ribs. The blonde pressed just hard enough for the flat to bump each ridge of bone, teasing Xander with the threat of being cut.

Spike levered himself onto his knees, leaning over Xander. He picked up the lube with his free hand and opened the tube, squirting the liquid out onto Xander's stomach. The boy didn't flinch at the cold contact. No, his attention was focused on the dagger, which now lay just beneath his left nipple. Spike kept watching Xander, particularly those liquid eyes, as he smeared a hand with lube and pushed the boy's legs apart.

Xander grabbed his knees and spread himself for Spike, careful not to disturb the blade. Spike wasted no time, immediately sliding one finger inside, then another. The dagger did not lie still through the process, sliding along Xander's collarbones and shoulders. The blonde let the blade dip and drag along the tender flesh at the insides of Xander's arms and rest against the boy's jugular.

Xander couldn't tell which sensation was more intense--feeling Spike's fingers inside him, twisting and pressing on his prostate; or the sharp, electric dagger that made everything it touched tingle and tighten. He was so tense it hurt, but it also felt incredible. Xander was riding a tidal wave of adrenaline, though his heart beat slowly. All his attention was focused; he didn't have time to get scared between keeping up with all that Spike was doing to him.

Spike decided that Xander was ready, so he withdrew his fingers and replaced them with his cock. Xander let go of his legs to wrap them around Spike, who leaned forward even as he thrust further in. The dagger slid down to Xander's chest, where it got dropped by Spike when the blonde leaned in for a kiss. Xander returned the kiss greedily, taking Spike's tongue into his mouth as his body accepted the vampire's in a far more intimate embrace.

Xander tightened around Spike, urging the vampire faster. He felt the blade, now not so cold, on his body, resting there like a lover's hand, pressing down on him. The very tip pricked him with every thrust, just dancing against the tender skin between his nipples. Spike never let go of his mouth, indulging himself in the warmth of Xander's tongue and lips. Spike loved kissing Xander, crawling inside that honeyed mouth and just *being*. But there was more to his lovely boy, more to learn and more to teach. Xander had a definite flair for kink, even if he was just beginning to gain an appreciation for it.

The very sight of Xander, lying under him, letting the vampire press a deadly blade to his flesh, was almost enough to undo Spike. Remembering it made him thrust harder, faster, knowing that the dagger was still there, still on the boy, lying there, reminding him of who and what he was with. Xander moaned into his mouth, reaching for Spike to get him to move faster and deeper.

Xander groaned when Spike thrust harder, sending the dagger skittering up his body to rest against his throat. The hilt was a warm weight in the hollow there, while the blade ran down to his heart. Xander opened his eyes, staring up into sparkling yellow-blue ones. They were backlit with an inhuman glow. Vampire's eyes. Xander was covered with danger, with deadly weapons. They lay against his heart, were inside his body.

It was too much; Xander couldn't withstand the combined effects of his lover at the cusp of form and the inanimate danger of the dagger on his chest. With a low, denying groan, Xander came, clenching around Spike as his eyes rolled back in his head.

Spike felt Xander's orgasm began before he saw the changes in the boy's face. Tight, harsh, the boy held him in place as he convulsed. Spike tried to hold back, but instead he felt his spine contract and expand, felt it start somewhere around his dead heart. It expanded to flood his entire body, this odd warmth and shiver of something he didn't recognize. His lovely boy held him tight as he came, the dagger still lying between them.

Xander let Spike go when the vampire pulled away. The blonde carefully set the dagger aside, and then withdrew from Xander's body. He gathered the boy in his arms, holding him tight. There weren't many words to be said; it wasn't an experience either knew how to describe. But there was one thing Spike did have to say.

Xander couldn't help but grin when a familiar, cool hand kneaded his ass. "Fourteen."

*****
Part 15:

"Hey, Xander!"

Xander stopped midway through the Magic Box door. "Yeah?"

Willow trotted over to him. "Boy, you're in a hurry. Big date?"

/Hell yeah. Spike's gonna be at my place soon./ "No dates," He said honestly. What he had with Spike probably didn't qualify as dating. It was mostly copious amounts of sex sprinkled liberally with foreplay and cuddling afterwards. They did talk some, during the 'after' periods. But dating? Nah.

"Well, I won't keep you," She murmured. After all, Xander wasn't patrolling that night. He did deserve some time to himself. "See you tomorrow?"

"Yup," Xander said brightly as he slid out the door.

Spike fell into step right beside him. "Taking the night off?" The vampire asked, careful to hide his enthusiasm.

Xander grinned. "Ah, I don't have to patrol *every* night, you know."

The blonde nodded sagely. "Right. Got any plans?"

"Maybe," Xander murmured. "Wanna come?"

Somehow they made it back to Xander's apartment without losing any clothes along the way. By the time they got there, however, neither man was in any mood to argue with Xander's decrepit front door, and after a few minutes of fighting Spike took the keys from Xander and forced the lock. One of the young man's neighbors witnessed the entire scene, including the rather long, graphic kiss Xander gave Spike as he tried to unlock the door. Xander's only thought was that she sure looked entertained.

Spike carried Xander through the living room, finally letting him down next to the bed. Xander immediately reached for him, kissing Spike with hours of pent up lust. It was difficult to focus on work when all he saw was a hot-cold blonde wrapped around his body. There was something addictive about Spike, something he let off that made Xander crave him. Every inch of skin was exquisite, all pale and smooth.

The vampire managed to work Xander's jeans open before the boy realized what he was doing. When Xander began to push at him, Spike complied after a brief resistance, figuring that since they were *still* celebrating Xander's birthday, he could make a request or two along the way. But even still, Spike was surprised, and more than a little aroused, when Xander pushed him back against the bed and peeled open his own black jeans, stroking his cock with an incredibly warm palm. Spike arched against it, getting just a bit more friction.

Xander's evil grin was hidden as he fell to his knees and sucked Spike's cock into his mouth. He'd never done this before, not to anyone. Oh, he'd gone down on women; according to Anya he was even pretty good at it. Ok, if the screams were to be believed he was *really* good at it. But a guy? Well, he'd read some clich�d saying online once that guys were better at blowjobs because they knew what guys liked, but...

Spike was very grateful that Xander had backed him against the bed, because he wasn't sure he could stand. Xander's mouth was...incredible. There was no other word for it. Just incredible. Hot and wet and *sucking* right there on the head, rough tongue playing with his foreskin. The brunette fumbled a bit here and there, letting his teeth scrape every once in a while. Spike didn't mind; he liked the glancing touches. It also told him that Xander was doing something he'd never done before. Willingly. That alone almost made Spike lose control. The fact that Xander seemed to have natural talent at cocksucking didn't help at all.

Each jump and twitch told Xander he was doing just fine. He knew he needed to learn, but for now this was good. He felt like he was flying, blood rushing through his veins. To know he was making Spike whimper, doing something so good the vampire was frozen in place...

Spike managed to get one hand on Xander's head, urging him to stop. He didn't want this to end so quickly. Xander pulled away, a look of nervous humiliation beginning to cloud his face. "Come 'ere," Spike said hoarsely. Normally he wouldn't have liked showing just how affected he was, but this was his lovely boy.

Xander stood up, feeling an embarrassing blush creep over his face. Spike smiled and tilted the boy's face up, kissing him roughly. When he released Xander's mouth, the younger man was dazed and panting, but no longer upset. "Just getting started, hmm?" Spike murmured, grinning. Xander looked at the blonde in confusion, making Spike chuckle. "Clothes? Or maybe you wanna leave them on?"

"Some other time," Xander said with a slight shudder. Naked was good. Naked meant skin and that meant more Spike. He wasn't sure how they decided to go about undressing, but in the end he knew that while they were both nude, he'd only removed his shirt and one of his socks, but he'd pulled off both of Spike's boots, jeans, and duster. The rest must have been Spike's doing.

Spike pushed and maneuvered Xander to the center of the bed, trying to distract him. Xander wanted to resume pleasuring Spike, but the vampire was having none of that. Finally Xander lost his temper. "Spike, if you don't want to, tell me," He snapped, batting Spike's hands away.

Spike's eyes shot up to catch Xander's. He hadn't meant to give that impression, but their time together wasn't about him. They were together for Xander's pleasure. Then again, if he was making Xander mad... "'S not that," Spike murmured.

"Then what?" Xander grated out. This was how it always worked out. That is, it didn't.

"What? You just want me to lie there?" Spike said silkily. "'M I not allowed any fun?"

Xander's brow crinkled. He was that bad? Damn. He'd thought he was doing ok for a beginner.

Spike saw that Xander really wasn't getting it, so he shifted over to demonstrate. Easily fending off Xander's hands, Spike rested his head on the boy's thigh, draping his legs over the pillows and against the headboard. Unless Xander was a complete idiot, he'd catch on. After all, Spike's cock was about three inches from his face. The vampire emphasized what he was trying to show by painting a single broad lick down Xander's cock.

/I need a brighter light bulb for my brain,/ Xander told himself as he reached for Spike. This was good. Oh yeah, very good. Cold mouth on him, cold cock in his mouth. Xander tried to pay attention to what Spike was doing, every lick and suck, knowing that observational learning was something he excelled at. It wasn't easy, though, because of Spike's skill. There were moments where Xander just had to pause and enjoy a particularly...stunning move.

Spike kept a firm grip on Xander's thigh as he swallowed around the boy's thick shaft. He'd been serviced by some of the most skilled mouths in the known world, not the least of which belonged to his blasted, souled Sire. But this one young man, with his earnest, untrained lips, was going to be his undoing. His was the first cock to ever meet that tongue, his seed would be the first Xander ever tasted. Something about that sent Spike into orbit. Xander had initiated this. Was completely willing. No seduction on Spike's part, no gentle slide into 'touch me, please'. Xander had entered this odd relationship backwards, getting into acts that most often came after this one, not before.

Of course, little of that mattered to Spike at the moment. He was trying his damnedest not to thrust hard into the boy's mouth, knowing that Xander couldn't handle that yet. Instead he turned his attention to the boy's cock, distracting himself. That lovely heat, fingers digging into his skin, carrying with them just a hint of brutal strength. Xander was quite powerful for a human and could press hard enough to make Spike squirm. He loved it.

Xander squeezed his eyes closed, as though shutting off that sense would give him better control over his others, especially whichever one would keep him from coming immediately. Spike just kept taking him deeper, doing that *humming* thing, which he so had to try on Spike, and generally blowing his mind. He felt a telltale tingling and dropped his jaw, forcing Spike deeper. He wanted Spike inside him, to come inside him, wanted to taste...

Spike felt Xander's body tense briefly. Then the boy took him much deeper than he'd thought he'd be able to. More of that warm, curious tongue. Then a high, sharp sound and an excruciatingly good vibration against his cock as Xander's cock swelled and the boy came, filling Spike's mouth.

Xander screamed around Spike's cock as he climaxed, actually managing not to thrust even once. He struggled to recover, continuing a strong suction on Spike. Xander released Spike's hip to fondle the vampire's swollen testicles. That must have been enough, because Spike twitched, moaned against Xander's thigh, and came. Xander pulled back slightly, letting the vampire's release fill his mouth. It wasn't bad at all, and far less bitter than he'd have expected.

Spike drew in a unneeded but restorative breath. His mind was in little pieces here and there, although the few bits still working were *very* happy. He'd just come so hard he'd nearly passed out. After a couple more seconds, he shifted back and flipped over to lay face to face with the brunette. The blonde immediately dove in for a kiss, sealing Xander's mouth completely.

Xander yelped in surprise when Spike kissed him. He hadn't swallowed... and apparently neither had Spike. Cold and warm, swirling around their tongues. Soon Xander couldn't tell who was who, only that Spike's tongue was a slick, cunning bastard that never stayed still. Eventually they broke away so Xander could breathe more easily.

"Wow," Xander murmured. "Understatement, yes. But wow."

Spike grinned. He hadn't smiled this much for anything but destruction in a very long time. The blonde reached over for the now-expected smack. "Fifteen," He said lightly.

Then he added, " And yes, wow."

*****