"What the hell was that about?" Xander asked angrily as he stormed into the apartment. "Carting me around outside, trying to knock me up the stairs. What, are you bored or something?"

Spike blinked. "Er, no," He said carefully. "I was just--"

"'Cause if you're bored, all you had to do was *say something*, you know. I mean, it's not like you're chained to me," Xander ranted, throwing groceries around the kitchen. "You don't have to do the whole nonverbal communication thing, Spike. For one, I'm no good at reading it. Two, I prefer to be face to face with people when the tell me to fuck off!"

A shiver ran down Spike's back. Was Xander throwing him out? That was what it sounded like. He'd gone too far and now... now he was gone. "What?" He whispered brokenly, shaking his head. "No..."

Xander slammed the Froot Loops on the counter, sending garish, circular cereal flying into the air. Bits of it landed on Spike, twining in bleached locks. "I'm not a toy, Spike, and I don't appreciate being treated like one. I'm not sure what the hell you think you're doing here, but I don't like it."

Spike couldn't listen to any more. He spun on his heel and ran out of the apartment, taking the stairs three at a time. Within seconds, he was gone, fading into the inky black night.

Xander stared after the vampire. "Where'd he go?" The boy asked the empty apartment. "He didn't leave." No, Spike wouldn't leave. Spike loved him. He'd be back.

...

"Yes, you're quite right, Buffy," Giles murmured. "There *has* been a remarkable decrease in the number of vampire attacks around the hospital."

Xander pretended to listen as Buffy and Giles debated new patrol ideas. Willow and Tara were... doing whatever it was witches did over by the counter. Xander himself was staring at the wood grain of the table, wondering where Spike was. The vampire hadn't returned before morning. Hadn't shown up at sunset. Now Xander was at the Magic Box, having not seen Spike since the night before.

"Did you hear that?" Buffy asked the room at large.

"Hear what?" Willow murmured.

"That banging noise," The Slayer said, picking up a stake. "It's right outside. Come on," She urged, heading for the door. Xander reluctantly stood up and joined the others to investigate, figuring it was kids being idiots, or a policeman rolling vagrants, or skaters jumping garbage cans or...

Spike, hitting a lamppost.

"Bloody bugger!" Spike shouted at the lamppost. "What th' 'ell was that? Bored? Y' thought I was bored?" The lamppost endured a volley of verbal abuse, accentuated by the occasional slap, which echoed loudly through the hollow post. The vampire wasn't actually doing any damage to the thing, just sort of knocking it for emphasis.

"I love you, you bleeding idiot," The blonde moaned, resting his head against the light. "Haven't loved anyone for so long, an' been loved back..." That achingly sorrowful voice wrapped around the black enameled metal of the post, curling and sliding towards the pavement. Cool white hands fluttered along the post, pressing and testing with the care and precision of a gifted lover.

"Um..." Willow began. "Is Spike..."

"Spike's arguing with a lamppost," Buffy stated.

"That does appear to be the case," Giles confirmed. "From the...content of the argument, I would say that he is... inebriated and ruminating over his failed relationship with... Dru?" The last word was more of a question than a statement.

Spike pressed himself more fully against his anonymous partner. This cold, convenient body didn't seem to mind the fact that he was using it to hide, to escape the pain that seemed determined to follow him to the ends of the earth. Cecily, Dru... Xander. Perhaps a bit of mind-melting sex would make this torment go away. If only he could convince this willing victim...

Xander just stared. He knew it wasn't about Dru. As soon as 'bored' slipped out of the vampire's mouth, Xander had known. Now he was watching his maybe-former-lover, maybe-still-lover, drunkenly rail at a utility fixture, pouring out his anger and frustration on steel and mercury vapor. The occasional touch by the vampire's hand made Xander shiver with remembrance of what those hands could do, when they touched just like *that*...

"I can smell the whisky from here," Willow told Buffy. "Do you think he even realizes it's a lamppost he's arguing with? And are those Froot Loops in his hair?"

Buffy cocked her head to one side. "Froot Loops. And I think he's moved from 'argue' to 'seduce'," She pointed out, noting how Spike and the lamppost were now *very* cozy. The Slayer swore she saw him lick the thing, which was really disgusting when she started to think of all the people that had touched the lamppost...

"Maybe we should do something?" Tara suggested quietly.

"Why?" Buffy inquired. "He's not hurting anything," She rationalized. "And the lamppost does seem to be giving in. Actually, we might want to give them a bit of privacy."

Xander was jolted out of his paralysis. Spike was drunk. Drunk and arguing with a lamppost because he, Xander Harris, had inadvertently managed to run him off. He'd made the vampire think he wasn't welcome. That had to be fixed, as fast as possible. The young man stepped off the curb and headed for Spike and his... partner.

"Xander, you might not want to do that," Buffy called out. "Spike's pretty possessive of his uh... lovers!"

Xander managed to restrain himself before he flipped off one of his best friends. "I can handle this. He just needs to get inside someone and sleep it off." As soon as he'd said it, he hoped that the girls and Giles didn't notice the slip... He really didn't want to explain *that* right now. By the time he reached Spike's side, the vampire was nearly motionless, draped all over the lamppost.

Spike was just about to make his move when something caught his attention. Xander. The sweet perfume of his lover. The boy, *his* boy, was close by. What torture! "Go 'way," Spike slurred. "Leave me 'lone."

"Come on home, Spike," Xander whispered. "You need to come home and go to bed."

"Y' don' love me anymor'," The vampire muttered drunkenly. "Don' got no home now. Y' were my home."

Xander fought back his tears. "I still love you, Spike," He said fervently, if a bit more quietly than he'd have liked. "You shouldn't have run off. I was just a bit ticked at you. I didn't want you to leave."

Spike frowned. He needed to straighten this out; Xander was confusing him, and it wasn't fair to his new friend for them to have this kind of conversation in front of him. "Just a sec, k?" Spike told the lamppost with a gentle pat. "Be riiiiiight back." With that he pushed off the post and turned to face Xander.

Xander caught Spike before he fell down. The young man staggered briefly before propping Spike back against the lamppost. "Will you come home with me, Spike?" Xander asked in a low voice.

Spike shook his head. "Can' do it, Xan. Hurts too much. Dru... kept doing this. Can' handle it now."

Xander was pretty sure his heart cracked in a few places. "I promise I'm never going to do that to you, Spike. We just didn't understand each other last night. I didn't want you to leave, I swear!"

Spike glanced around. Damn it, his friend was gone. Well, maybe he *should* go with Xander. He seemed to be the only game in town anyway. "Fine. We go home now. But can' do this again, k?"

"Absolutely," Xander murmured as he draped Spike's arm across his shoulders and heaved the vampire towards his car. Buffy came over to help as they poured a now-unconscious Spike into Xander's back seat. "I'll get him inside," The boy told Buffy. "He'll have the hangover from hell tomorrow."

Buffy smirked. "He deserves it. Make sure he doesn't give you any shit, ok?"

"Oh, he won't," Xander promised. No, there would be no shit given or taken when Spike recovered. Conversation, yes. Discussion, yes. A *TALK*, in all likelihood. But shit? Nope.

The drive home was quiet, but only because Spike was passed out. Xander struggled even more when he had to pretty much drag Spike up the stairs. He was very grateful his neighbors were all asleep because he was pretty sure they'd have called the cops on him. 'No, officer, the unbreathing, liquor-pickled guy on my couch isn't dead. He's just resting. Oh, you're not a Monty Python fan? I'm sure that nightstick is completely unnecessary, Officer. Please, Sir, the only person I like tying me up is Spike, and he's right there! Not dead! Well, not entirely dead, more of a freshly dead... well, not quite dead yet?'

Xander promised himself he'd never watch another tape of The Flying Circus ever again.

Spike's clothes went directly into a plastic bag--even the blessed duster. All of it smelled like the bottom of a Heaven Hill still beer vat, which meant the clothing could probably be declared carcinogenic by the State of California. Finally, though, Xander got Spike on the bed, rubbed down with a damp cloth, and covered up with warm blankets. He pulled off his own clothes and joined the vampire, wrapping his warm body around that cool one.

"That was definitely ten, Spike," Xander whispered into the vampire's ear, rubbing one smooth hip. "And when we wake up, you and I are gonna talk about this lamppost. I won't stand for infidelity in any form, Spike, especially not in public." With a snicker, Xander joined his lover in sleep.

*****
Part 11:

Spike woke slowly, each passing second reminding him why it wasn't a good idea to get stinking drunk during emotionally dark moments. Oh, he didn't hurt, not like humans would after drinking two fifths of cheap whisky, but he couldn't remember what he'd done *after* drinking, either... although he had a niggling suspicion that it hadn't been good. The vampire grasped tightly to the vain hope that he'd drift back to sleep, but it wasn't to be. The firm, hot body wrapped around his told Spike's cock that *now* would be an excellent time to wake the hell up, and his mind was wont to agree.

"Feeling better?" Xander murmured. Spike probably didn't realize he was whimpering. It was so cute.

"Er..." Spike groaned. He didn't want to admit that he couldn't remember how he'd felt before. The last thing he could recall was finishing off yet another bottle of whisky and deciding to get laid... Xander was jostled around as Spike sat upright and tried to clamber off the bed.

"Where the hell do you think you're going?" Xander asked as he reached for Spike. "'Cause you are *not* leaving this apartment again. It's light out, and besides it was a real bitch getting your more-than-dead-drunk ass up the stairs."

Spike paused. "You carried me up the stairs?" He asked, frowning. Had he been *that* drunk?

"More like I dragged you, but yeah. You passed out in my car," Xander replied. Spike tried to get up again, but Xander wasn't having any of that. "And we need to talk."

Spike stilled. He didn't like that statement one bit. "Talk? About what?"

Xander pulled Spike back into the cocoon of covers that he'd abandoned. "Oh, I don't know... your unsavory penchant for macking on lampposts in front of Buffy, Giles, Willow and Tara?"

Spike blinked. "What?" He said, more than a little confused. What the hell was this about a lamppost?

"Oh, you don't remember?" Xander asked maliciously. "Wow, that must have been some booze. That lamppost is going to be so broke up. You don't even remember his name!" Seeing that Spike really didn't understand, Xander got serious. "Last night the gang found you wrapped around a lamppost, yelling about our argument from a couple of days ago. They thought you were pining over Dru."

Spike let his face sink into a pillow. He'd gotten drunk and made a fool of himself... and Xander. It didn't matter that no one but Xander knew what he'd been talking about; the boy must have been humiliated. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be," Xander replied. "At least, not for getting mad at me. Once again, I managed to use my horrible communication skills to run someone off. Now, as for getting stinking drunk and becoming the laughingstock of the Scooby Gang..."

The blonde tried to crawl away, to make it under the bed where he could berate himself in private. Once again, Xander stopped him. Actually, Spike let Xander stop him; the boy couldn't really keep Spike from doing what he wanted unless Spike let him. Xander tugged at Spike, pulling the unhappy vampire underneath his warm body. What Spike needed right now was a bit of reassurance, something Xander could give rather easily. Besides, Xander felt a rather intense need to apologize.

"Don't run away," Xander whispered, turning them so that he could see Spike's face. "Please don't run again."

Spike flinched. "You... wanted me to go," He murmured brokenly. "So I did."

"I never, *ever* wanted you to go," Xander denied vehemently. "I was mad, yeah, but go? Uh uh." Strong, scarred hands rubbed Spike's back soothingly. "You're not getting out of this that easily, Spike. One spell of mad does not the end of a relationship make."

Spike let Xander cradle him closer, even as he thought to himself that it should have been him apologizing. After all, he'd been the one to run away, to make a scene, and then not even have the decency to remember it. "I'm--"

Warm lips hushed the repentant vampire. "Shh," Xander hushed as they broke apart. The young man slid down and around Spike's body until he was facing the vampire's back. Those mischievous hands came around to flicker over pale nipples and tease Spike's straining erection. Xander traced Spike's spine with his tongue, making mental notes of where to revisit later.

Spike writhed and moaned, hands pulling ineffectually at Xander's arms. He wanted to see his sweet boy, to look him in the eyes when those too-crude apologies were made, when Spike begged for forgiveness and asked, boldly, to be allowed to remain. A glancing touch of teeth made Spike buck and quiver as Xander drew ever closer to the small of the blonde's back. Spike shuddered with anticipation, knowing just how sensitive he was there...

Xander grinned just before latching onto a patch of skin at the base of Spike's back. The first, gentle tug was met by a long, breathy wail as Spike's back arched impossibly tight. Xander wrapped one hand around Spike's cock, stroking slowly as his other hand pressed Spike closer to him. Spike in turn caught Xander's hips with his legs, holding them together with steely muscles. Xander massaged Spike's flesh with a hot, wet tongue, relishing the way the vampire quivered and moaned. He knew he was addicted to the blonde's voice, be it in the form of witty banter or mindless begging. The mindless begging was very gratifying, though. It made Xander feel powerful, skilled, as though he had redeeming qualities as a lover.

Spike's eyes rolled back in his head as Xander's hand moved faster and the sharp nip of teeth joined lips and tongue in torturing his back. He was close, so damned close, it was almost embarrassing. Spike's saving grace was that he knew that there was nothing he could do about his response to Xander's lovemaking. It was always like this, always intense and shattering and... loving. The rest of the universe ceased to exist for Spike; all his past lovers disappeared in a wash of lust and tenderness and fucking perfect emotion.

Xander caught Spike's come as the vampire climaxed, milking the blonde gently until the last tremor was finished. He placed one final kiss on Spike's back before nipping a pale cheek and sliding back up to the head of the bed. "Eleven," Xander whispered as he held his hand up for Spike to clean.

Spike frowned around the finger he was sucking on. "What happened to ten?" He asked, continuing to lave at his own come.

"I decided that you and the lamppost were ten, particularly after I hefted your heavy ass up the stairs," Xander replied.

Spike's face fell. "I'm--" Once again Xander quieted him with his mouth, this time for much longer. By the time Xander pulled away, a very dazed Spike couldn't even remember what he'd been about to say, much less why.

*****
Part 12:

"But Xander..." Spike whined. "It's *Penney's!*"

Xander sighed. "And I need things from J. C. Penney's, so deal with it."

Still Spike refused to budge from the parking lot. "You can get it yourself." The vampire was not joking; he would rather torture himself with Britney Spears than go into a department store.

"I don't see what the big deal is; you'll go into Wal Mart with no arguments," Xander countered.

"Got m' stuff there," Spike muttered, running a hand through his hair. Wal Mart was where he bought... well, stole, his hair dye and fingernail polish.

Xander grabbed Spike's hand. "Please? I wanted you to help me..." Out came the big, liquid whisky eyes and quivering lower lip. Xander knew he shouldn't be playing such strong cards for a simple thing like shopping, but he *wanted* Spike to do this with him. He needed to see what happened when he and his lover tried to do normal things, the kind of things that he and Anya had failed at. Domestic things, stupid things like grocery shopping and picking out work clothes. Things that told Xander that he and Spike were something built to last.

Spike took in the cow eyes and the quiver and almost lost it. He *hated* being manipulated. Before he did, though, the vampire had a weird thought. Perhaps this was a test; one that Xander was putting him through for a reason. He wasn't sure if that made him even madder or not. Then again, the look on Xander's face was... so damned hopeful. Spike rolled his eyes dramatically and let Xander pull him along. "Fine, let's get this over with."

Xander made a beeline for the 'work casual' section of menswear. "What the bloody hell is 'work casual' anyway?" Spike muttered. "Either you work or you don't."

The brunette studied a display of soft, cotton button-downs. "Spike, some of us gainfully employed people are supposed to look nice at work, while still able to actually do things besides sit behind a desk." The reason behind this particular trip was Xander's promotion. He was no longer doing labor of any kind now that he was a project manager. Unfortunately that meant that the days of ragged jeans and t-shirts were long gone. Now he needed khakis and broadcloth, dress shoes and ties. Eck.

Spike glared at the ugly orange shirt Xander obviously favored. Yeah, his boy was moving up, finally getting the respect he deserved. Of course, that respect would quickly vanish if he wore *that* to work. "No, get this one," Spike stated, pulling a midnight-blue shirt off the rack. "With this," He continued, reaching for a pair of bone-colored slacks. "And this tie," He continued, holding up a scrap of silk in deep blues, purples, and black.

Xander blinked. "Uh..."

Spike completely ignored Xander's impersonation of a suffocating carp and moved through the displays. "Burgundy's fine for your skin tones, but not with those green pants you're too fond of," The vampire commented, grabbing shirts, trousers, and other accessories. "Green's just not for you, Xan. Stick to blues and reds, maybe a touch of deep violet. And no prints," He warned, thrusting a wad of clothing at the boy. "Go try it on."

"Help?" Xander whispered, nearly toppling under the weight of what Spike had handed him. Spike grunted and took back a few items. "Wait here," He said, trotting off towards another department. Xander whimpered and stood where he was, unable to move. How could he, when he couldn't see anything but a pair of black pants?

"Well? Did any of it fit?" Spike asked not two minutes later.

"Can't..." Xander began, hobbling towards Spike.

"Right," Spike murmured. "Follow me." He took up some more of the clothes and led Xander to the dressing rooms.

"How many garments?" The attendant asked Spike as they approached.

"A bloody ton," Spike replied. When the attendant frowned, Spike growled. The young man suddenly found something very interesting in lingerie, leaving the two men alone in the dressing rooms.

"That wasn't nice," Xander said as Spike pushed him into the handicapped room in the back.

"Do I care?" Spike shot back. "Strip down," He ordered, sorting through the mass of clothes they'd gotten. Xander obediently tried on everything Spike gave him, following terse orders to tuck, straighten, and tie until he was finally dressed.

"How did you know my shoe size?" Xander inquired as he slid on a pair of loafers.

Spike declined to answer. Xander turned to study himself in the mirror. Ok, this was... good. Spike was good. Charcoal gray and dark khaki, with a swath of red around his neck. "That'll do," Spike murmured. "Try this next."

Xander soon found himself in a whirlwind of clothes. On, off, back on again. Spike accepted and rejected garments seemingly at random, the unsatisfactory ones flying over the door to fall in the hallway. Xander just tugged, yanked, zipped and tucked until he felt like a mannequin.

"Oh."

Spike cocked his head to one side. Well, well. That had turned out... far better than he'd expected. Tight black jeans, smooth all the way to the ankle. Blood-purple t-shirt, stretched tight over that heated chest. Black leather boots.

"This won't do for work, Spike," Xander stated. "It's too..." A single, cool finger closed Xander's lips. The hand connected to it drifted lower, tracing the curve of muscles through the silk shirt, tweaked a nipple to hardness. "Tight," Xander managed to finish. This was so not happening. No, definitely *not* happening. Spike was not going to do him in a dressing room in J. C. Penney's. He was not going to let Spike do him in said dressing room. He was hard enough to cut diamonds. The jeans were not helping.

Spike slowly backed Xander into the mirror, pressing their bodies together. Jeans-encased hardness slapped against its mate, eliciting groans from both men. Spike shrugged out of his duster, leather slithering to the floor. Xander's head banged against the glass as Spike ravaged his mouth with a brutal claiming kiss.

Ok, maybe he was going to let Spike do him in the dressing room at J. C. Penney's. His body certainly thought it was a good idea. Xander's mind wasn't far behind. How could he not want a growling, yellow-eyed Spike pawing at him, grinding that cold hardness into his hip? Oh, that was so good, the way Spike's tongue so expertly fucked his mouth, slid and caught and teased his lips.

Spike tugged at the fastening of Xander's jeans, yanking and cursing until they were undone and that lovely, blood-hot cock was in his hand. Much to his surprise, Xander didn't complain. No, he thrust himself into Spike's cool hand and let those devilish eyes rest on Spike's face. "Fuck me," Xander hissed, pushing himself deeper into Spike's grasp. "Deep and hard. Come on, Spike, you know you wanna."

Spike froze. Xander wanted... Right. Xander wanted to be fucked. By Spike. In the dressing room. The blonde released Xander for a moment, long enough to retrieve a tube of lubricant from his duster. Then he was back in Xander's face, nipping and licking as he pulled Xander's jeans down around his ankles. "Gonna fuck you hard, Xan," Spike hissed, dragging his tongue down Xander's throat. "Til you scream for me to let you come." Xander shivered and let his eyes drift closed.

Spike pulled Xander off the mirror and turned him to the centre of the small cubicle. The vampire bent the boy over until his hands were on the ground, legs spread as far as they'd go whilst hobbled by the tight jeans. Xander moaned brokenly as cold, slick fingers penetrated him, carefully stretching him open. Damn it, Spike was purposely avoiding his prostate. Soon, too soon, Spike was pushing the blunt head of his cock inside that tight hole, filling Xander impossibly full.

"Yeah, that's it, fuck me, Spike," Xander whispered, pushing himself back onto the vampire's erection. "Do it, fuck me, right here where everyone can hear me scream."

Spike shuddered and glanced at the door, bucking his hips to hit Xander's prostate. The boy yelped appreciatively. Yeah, if Xander made any more noise than a whisper, the entire store would come running, would...

"...And they'll see you with your cock shoved up my ass," Xander groaned, shaking. "They'll see me come, shoot all over the floor from having you inside me, splitting me open..."

Spike growled and thrust harder, setting a brutal pace. "Gonna core you 'til you scream," The vampire promised in a low voice. "Ride you 'til the only thing you can feel is my cock, the only thing you want is release. 'Til you don't care if the Slayer herself walks through that door and sees you like this, begging for me, bent over and taking it up the arse from the Big Bad." Each word was punctuated by a deep thrust, every one going deeper than the previous one. Both Xander and Spike were panting, straining for release.

"Harder," Xander begged. "Make me come, Spike. I wanna feel you inside me, filling me," He whispered, clamping down on the vampire's erection.

Spike's eyes crossed as Xander began milking his cock. Between the words they were saying and the consummate heat of the boy's sweet arse, he was so close, so damned close... "Gonna fill your arse with it, just like your mouth when you suck me off. An' you like that, don't you, boy? No, you love it, wrapping those red lips around my cock and sucking me, swallowing me down. You can't get enough, cramming yourself full of my dick, hmm?"

The very image he'd created of Xander, on his knees, mouth overflowing with Spike's cock, sent the vampire over the edge. He bit his own lip to keep from howling as he shoved himself deep inside the boy's tight arse and climaxed, shuddering as he shot his seed into that lovely heat. Xander rippled his internal muscles around Spike until the vampire finished with one last tremor.

Spike shook himself and carefully pulled out of the boy. Xander struggled to stand, so Spike helped him up, once again leaning him against the mirror. The boy jumped as cold glass met his overheated ass, come dripping down the glossy surface. The young man was achingly hard, precome dribbling constantly from his swollen cock. A quick glance at the floor told Spike that the boy had been this way for some time; the wet spot there was really quite impressive. "Hmm... probably ought to take care of that, shouldn't I..."

Xander whined hopefully at Spike. He wanted to come so badly, wanted to... Well, if Spike wanted to suck him off, that was fine by Xander.

Spike fell to his knees and swallowed Xander whole, relishing the flavor of the boy's juices as they slid across his tongue. His boy was so hot, so *sweet*, moaning and thrusting as Spike took him in. Yeah, that got the boy good, strong, cold throat squeezing him tight.

"Suck me, Spike," Xander said throatily. "Swallow me like you know you want to. Yeah, you love it, sucking me off. Love cock, don't ya? I bet you like this even better than fucking me. Drinking me down must really do it for you, Spike," Xander hissed, thrusting hard into that sinful mouth.

Spike groaned around Xander's shaft. Yeah, he did love this, holding Xander inside his mouth, having this ultimate control over the boy's vulnerability and pleasure. Didn't Xander see it? Couldn't the boy see, didn't he know, how powerful it was? How heady a feeling it was to have someone's cock resting between your fangs, knowing that if... if there was no chip, he could emasculate the boy--although he'd never even consider it? That he held Xander's pleasure, or torment, on his very own damned tongue?

"Gods, you're so hot, Spike," Xander choked out. "Somebody must've spent years teaching you how to give head, 'cause you're better at it than any girl. 'Course, you've got a cock, a sweet cock, of your own. Gods, I wish I had your cock in my mouth right now," Xander moaned. "You're like candy, Spike. Sweet candy."

Spike swallowed hard around Xander, shaking with arousal. He was hard again, achingly so. He slid one hand around his erection, the other cupping his swollen testicles. Xander's honey voice continued to torment him, bringing him that much closer, even as the boy's balls began to tighten with anticipation.

"If only the gang could see you now," Xander hissed, looking down at Spike. The vampire was transfixed by chocolate eyes. "Mouth full of me, sucking away like a kid with a lollypop. Begging for my come, jerking yourself off. Oh, what a sight you are, Spike."

Spike screamed as he came, done in by Xander's unforgiving, cruel, seductive words. The harsh vibrations of his shout were enough to send Xander over the edge and he shot down Spike's throat, forcing himself into Spike's mouth to the root.

Xander managed to open his eyes and look back down at Spike in time to see the vampire come down from his high. One hand still absently stroked a now-softened cock as Spike idly lapped at Xander's groin, catching a few stray drops of come. The floor at Xander's feet was covered in milky strands of Spike's own release, slowly soaking in to join the other stains in the carpet. Xander reached down and drew Spike up, folding the blonde into his arms. When he slapped Spike's ass once, hard, the vampire didn't even twitch. "Twelve," He murmured. "Although you *did* come twice..."

"Makes up for eleven," Spike said hopefully, not wanting to give up even one of his 'spankings' to a technicality. His body was still humming, almost quivering, with pleasure.

Xander sighed dramatically. "Alright, we won't count it as thirteen too," He agreed. The boy toed off the boots and jeans he was sort of wearing before reaching for his own. "I think we're done shopping," He said as he picked what they'd decided to get.

"Right," Spike agreed dazedly. He followed Xander out of the dressing room, smirking at the slack-jawed attendant.

"Hey, Spike?" Xander asked as they walked away.

"Yeah?" Spike replied.

"Did you want anything? We've got time if you'd like to try anything on," Xander said over his shoulder. The attendant choked and stumbled against a nearby pillar.

Spike grinned. "Hmm... I could use a new pair of jeans..."

*****
Part 13:

"Why is *he* here?" Buffy growled, glaring at Spike.

Xander glanced at Spike, who was feigning an air of bored nonchalance. Xander knew the attitude was faked because in the vampire's right hand was a cigarette, twirling rapidly between slender fingers. That meant Spike was tense. "He said he wanted to patrol with me tonight," Xander said quietly, doing his best to sound reluctant. He and Spike were tired of always being apart in the evenings when Xander went off to be a Scooby and Spike... did whatever it was he did by himself. This was their testing-of-the-waters. Could the other Scoobies accept Spike as a regular patroller? Oh, they didn't mind him too much for the occasional spot of information and assistance, but he'd made a point of never being around often. If no one made much of a fuss about his presence, though, that would change.

Willow quirked an eyebrow and studied Xander. Her best friend was not known for his affection for Spike... quite the opposite. Then again, Xander didn't look exactly pleased.

"Ah. So, now you and Spike are buddies?" Buffy asked, taking Xander's challenge.

"Er, no..." Xander murmured. "But I have a tendency to get beaten up, and he likes to beat things up, and he said he wanted to beat things up tonight and I made him promise to beat up anything that wanted to beat me up and told him that if he didn't beat up everything that wanted to beat me up I'd stake him." Actually, Xander had told Spike that if anything gave him so much as a scratch because Spike was distracting him, he'd withhold nookie until he healed. The threat was effective; Spike swore he'd annihilate everything they found. Xander would've been more moved if he hadn't known that Spike would've done that anyway.

"Ah," Giles said.

"Spike?" Buffy echoed. "Why?"

"I'm bored," Spike muttered. "Wanna kill something."

Giles sighed. As long as whatever Spike killed was something worth killing... "Very well. Buffy? Why don't you take the campus? Xander and Spike can patrol downtown." The Slayer pondered arguing a bit with Spike and Xander but figured it just wasn't worth it.

"Sure, come on, Willow," Buffy sighed. Giles returned to his inventory and left the youths to their activities. A quiet evening in the now-closed shop would be most welcome.

Xander and Spike wandered through the streets, looking for anything to kill. Actually, Xander was looking for bad guys--vampires other than Spike--and Spike was trying not to touch Xander whilst also looking for something to eviscerate. A group of guys hanging around a busted streetlight caught the brunette's attention. "Are those--" Xander started, whispering.

"Fledges," Spike muttered, lighting a cigarette. "Come on." The blonde strode up to the group of youngish men hanging out on a street corner. Xander followed behind, pulling out a stake. By the time he caught up with Spike, the vampire had engaged three of the vampires and was gleefully ripping off whatever he could reach. Xander simply ducked a flurry of fists and tried to keep grimy fangs out of his neck. He was no slouch at staking and did his fair share, although Spike certainly made the process look more...exciting. When Xander fought vampires it looked like he was scrabbling for his life, arms flailing in a discordant display of survival at its awkwardest. Spike, on the other hand, was grace and speed, the bastard love-child of a cobra and a panther. Strike, parry, strike, claws and fangs ripping to the bone.

Xander dusted two fledges and slid down onto the sidewalk. Spike had finished off two others and was toying with the third. "Just dust him, Spike," Xander panted. "I'm bored."

Spike growled and got serious. A bored Xander meant an unhappy Xander, and an unhappy Xander meant a horny but not-laid Spike. Within seconds the fledge was a dusty smear on the pavement and Spike was reaching for Xander's hand. "Better, luv?" Spike asked as Xander joined him.

"Yup," Xander chirped. "Head back?" Spike nodded, frowning as Xander slid his hand out of Spike's and started down the street. The vampire didn't like that he couldn't show affection for Xander in public. What made the vampire even more upset was that he couldn't tell if it was that Xander didn't want his friends to find out or if it was more than that--that Xander was truly afraid of *anyone* finding out about them.

Spike was by nature an affectionate creature. He didn't think twice about lavishing attention on his lovers. Dru had reveled in those touches, the careless kisses and constant contact. It was uncommon for Spike to spend any length of time separate from his lovers; he craved the physical connection with a familiar, welcoming body. Every caress let Spike tell his lovers how much he cared, that he was constantly thinking of them...

"Hey, Blondie," Xander muttered, snapping Spike out of his reverie. "We're back." Spike looked around. Indeed, they were back at the Magic Box. Xander walked into the shop, leaving the vampire to smoke a cigarette while the boy gave Giles their report.

"Xander," Giles murmured as the boy walked in. "How went patrol?"

"Five fledges near that stationary store you like," Xander reported. "Have Buffy and Willow gotten back?"

"They called," Giles replied. "Nothing much to report."

Xander nodded. "We'll just be going home then," He told Giles. "You?"

The older man looked up. "Ah, yes. I too am on my way home." He put a few last things away and followed Xander out of the shop. "Spike. You're still here."

Spike ignored the older man, taking a drag off his cigarette as he leaned against a nearby lamppost. "Go home, Spike," Xander murmured.

"Perhaps he wishes to spend some time with his...partner," Giles commented as he got into his car. Xander watched him drive off, pretending to be moving towards his own car until the man was out of sight. He then returned to Spike's side.

"You're never going to live down the lamppost," Xander told Spike as the blonde reached for him.

Spike pulled Xander hard against him and waited for the boy to relax. It took Xander a bit, but he did. "Just a bloody lamppost," Spike whispered into the boy's neck. Warm breath drifted across his forehead, faint pulse of blood hypnotizing him.

"Yeah, but you were getting *real* cozy with the thing," Xander commented. "I got jealous."

Spike blinked. Jealous? Xander had gotten jealous? Oh, that was good. Very, very good. Jealousy meant Xander cared. "He meant nothing to me. Nothing at all."

Xander chuckled, the sound vibrating nicely against Spike's chest. "Sure, you say that now. How sleazy. I mean, we're right here in front of the poor thing. You're probably ruining his self-esteem."

Naughty, cold hands crept around Xander's sides until they came to rest on the young man's half-hard cock. "He's young, he'll get over it." Xander moaned as Spike massaged him to full hardness. "Wanna give him a consolation prize?"

"Con..con.. huh?" Xander stuttered, eyes crossing. Oh, he was not getting into *this* again. Public sex? What was it with Spike and being outside? Was there something wrong with the privacy of his own bedroom? Xander made a very conscious effort not to think about how much *he* got off on the public sex thing. No, that wouldn't do.

"Well, he could've had me, but you ruined that for him, didn't you?" Spike whispered as he unfastened Xander's trousers. "So how's about we give him a show, hm?"

"Show?" Xander murmured. "What's that?"

A tube of lubricant appeared in Xander's hand, placed there by Spike. "Do me," He ordered in a rough voice.

Xander blinked. "Do you?"

Spike swooped in to kiss Xander, ravishing that blood-hot mouth with practiced skill. Xander was soon a whimpering, writhing mess of 'do Spike, do Spike, do Spike'. When the vampire released him, Xander was more than ready. Scarred workman's hands pulled and tugged and ripped at faded black jeans as the two men worked to get Spike a little more naked. Xander pushed Spike around, shoving the blonde's duster up over slim hips. Denim was forced down to Spike's knees as Xander kicked those strong legs as far apart as they'd go.

Spike braced himself on the lamppost and bit back a moan as a hot, slick finger slid inside him. It was quickly joined by another. Then something far hotter, and larger, was pushing inside him.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," Xander said out loud as he sank into Spike's cool, tight body. "We're gonna get arrested, Spike. The cops are going to drive by on the only after-dark patrol they do in six months and arrest us. And do you have *any* idea what happens to guys like us in jail?" Slow and easy wasn't doing it for Xander, so he simply shoved himself in, grabbing Spike's hips hard. The vampire whimpered and rested his head against the lamppost, pushing back on that glorious cock. He was split open, impaled, and it was perfect.

The slick, wet slap of skin on skin sounded truly obscene to Xander as he pulled almost all the way out of Spike and pushed in again. The soft leather of Spike's duster slid down to press against Xander's groin, adding a new and very welcome texture to their fucking. Maybe he'd have Spike leave the coat on again sometime. It felt...wow, it felt great on the ultrasensitive skin of his abdomen, sort of brushing and tickling.

"Harder," Spike whimpered, working himself on Xander's cock. "Please, Xander..."

"You want it hard?" Xander hissed, bucking deep into Spike's body. "Fine." He pulled back and thrust again, then again. Soon the lamppost was shaking, its mercury vapor lamp swaying madly as Xander rode Spike hard. The vampire shifted into gameface, panting, as he milked Xander's hardness with his body. Oh, how he'd missed this, the untethered debauchery and lust. How long had it been? Spike couldn't remember a time in recent history when he'd had a lover so thoughtful, so caring. When had Dru or Harmony ever let go of their own preferences to satisfy his? Of course, it wasn't so much of a hardship for Xander to indulge Spike's exhibitionism; the boy had more than a touch of it himself. But still...

"Gonna come, Spike," Xander growled, striking Spike's prostate again and again with the head of his cock. He reached around to grasp the blonde's straining erection, fisting his lover roughly. Spike bucked into his hand, crying out as Xander's fingernails scraped his sensitive flesh. He was *this* close to coming, to shooting deep inside Spike, in the middle of downtown Sunnydale. Xander could feel it building, oh this one was going to be big, huge, at least as powerful as getting fucked in the department store.

"Close, so close..." Spike groaned, clamping down on Xander, pushing into that cruel hand. Twin screams of ecstasy echoed off empty buildings and down abandoned alleyways as the lovers climaxed. Spike's scream faded into a low moan as Xander's scalding seed flooded him, just as his cold fluids spilled out over the lamppost. A heavy, warm body fell against his back as Xander collapsed in his beloved post-orgasmic haze.

"Wow," Xander murmured, trying to push himself up. "You ok?"

Spike nodded. "Yeah." The vampire swallowed as he stood up. Xander pulled Spike's jeans up, meeting the vampire's hands halfway. A teasing, warm hand slid underneath denim.

"Thirteen." Spike grinned madly.

They looked down at the lamppost together. Thick, creamy semen coated the black enamel.

"So..." Xander began, shifting his weight from one foot to the other.

"Hmm?" Spike hummed.

"Was it good for him?" Xander inquired.

Spike glanced up at the now-flickering bulb. The poor thing was just about to go dark. "I bloody hell hope so, Xan. We knocked its lights out."

*****
Part 14:

Xander pitched his damp bath towel onto the floor and reached into his closet. In the very back, behind all the garish shirts and baggy trousers, was a garment bag. Inside the bag was something very special, something that no one knew Xander owned.

As soon as Xander unzipped the bag, the aroma of leather filled the room. He was glad he'd had the stuff cleaned up just last week; now that he'd actually convinced himself this was a good idea, having the gear in good shape was a major plus. "Aw, shit," Xander cursed, glancing down at himself. This would never do. When he'd danced in this outfit, he'd been...prepped. Now it was all wrong. Glancing at the clock, Xander saw that he had plenty of time, though, so back to the bathroom he went.

All the while, the young man worried, hoped and prayed that Spike would like what he had planned.

...

"Xander?" Spike called out as he walked into the apartment. He'd fully expected the boy to be waiting for him by the door, as he'd done every other time Spike had arrived on non-patrol days. Tonight, though, he saw no one. The apartment was silent. "Where are you?"

"Over here," Xander murmured, striding out of the bedroom. "Ready to go?"

"We're going somewhere?" Spike asked. He peered into the darkness of the apartment. Something was...different about Xander. "Where?"

Xander shrugged and came up to rest next to Spike near the door. "Just a club I like," He demurred. "Ready?"

Spike nodded. It was all he could do. After all, his mind was gone. Shot. Utterly annihilated.

Xander was wearing leather.

Slick, buttery black leather was practically painted on his boy, from neck to toe. Every muscle stood out in sharp relief. Spike managed to catch hold of the thought that told him Xander must've used some sort of slick to even get into that outfit. It was... oh, it was glorious. Spike nearly came on the spot.

"So, can we go?" Xander asked, smirking. He wondered what Spike's reaction would be to the eyeliner... if he ever got those blue eyes to look above his waist. At the moment, Spike was rather...focused on Xander's groin. Xander couldn't blame him; after all these pants were made to accentuate a guy's attributes. They could make a eunuch look well-hung.

Another nod told Xander that he was going to have to lead Spike outside, so he did. By the time they got to the car, however, Spike had gotten a hold of himself. "Nice kit, luv. Where've you been hiding that?"

"In the closet," Xander murmured, amused. "Right next to my unconscious homosexual tendencies."

"Did some cleaning?" Spike flirted as Xander drove them through town.

"Something like that, yeah," Xander replied. "Here we are."

"The Absinthe Room?" Spike read. "Xander, do you know--"

"Yes, I know what this place is. I just thought you'd like it," Xander replied.

Spike nodded. Indeed, he did like the Absinthe Room; it was one of the few places in town where he felt comfortable. The doorman nodded at the blonde as Spike and Xander entered. The interior was lush and dark, done up in mahogany and burgundy velvet. Pounding industrial music clashed with the d�cor; however the heady scent of sex and alcohol tied them together quite nicely. Spike hardened even further at the thought of Xander in this place.

As soon as they got past the main entrance, Xander stopped. Spike almost ran into him before realizing the boy wasn't moving. "Xander?"

Xander glanced at Spike, holding out one hand. Spike reached over, taking the proffered item. He found that he'd been given a chain. A very heavy, thick chain. As soon as he'd taken it, Xander assumed a submissive stance in front of him. Head bowed, arms clasped behind his back, legs spread. Spike nearly came from that alone. After a moment of simply appreciating the sight, Spike looped the chain and draped it over Xander's neck. A soft tug had the boy upright and standing a step behind and to the side of Spike, like an obedient slave should.

Spike wondered what had prompted this; he'd never imagined that Xander would want to do anything this... obvious. This wasn't playful stuff in the bedroom, all silk ties and teasing. This was real, almost frighteningly so. Spike's mind was flying; he was in control, on top. The chip was meaningless; he had a willing slave at his side.

The first stop was the bar, where Spike ordered a whisky for himself and a glass of ice water for Xander. Once Xander had both drinks in hand, Spike led them to a couch that was in a recess along one wall. "Sit," Spike ordered as he sank down onto soft velvet cushions. Xander set the drinks on a side table and fell to his knees, hands on his thighs and head down.

Spike sipped his whisky, studying Xander from beneath sooty lashes. Oh, the boy looked so good like this, at his feet. Acres of hot skin and hotter leather... pheromones rising. Spike had stopped worrying about Xander when he'd realized just how aroused the boy was. Yeah, Xander wanted this. "Come here," Spike hissed, parting his legs. Xander shuffled in between them, head still bowed down. Now the brunette was staring right at Spike's cock.

"Take me out," Spike ordered, shifting down slightly to give Xander access. The boy's hands came up to unfasten Spike's jeans and peel them back enough to free the vampire's cock. Once that was done, Xander's hands fell back to his own thighs, waiting. Spike could feel the young man's gaze on his erection, burning into his dead flesh. He knew what he wanted, and knew that Xander knew what was going to happen next. Waiting was... worthwhile, though. Instead of saying anything, Spike raised one hand to guide Xander's head down to his crotch.

Xander's eyes slid closed as the head of Spike's cock bumped against his lips. He dropped his jaw and let that exquisite flesh fill his mouth, sinking down until the glans rubbed the back of his throat. Spike groaned and let his hand rest on Xander's head, not pushing or directing, just...there, like a reassuring presence. Xander swallowed a few times, letting the flavor of Spike's precome fill his senses.

Spike let his head rest on the back of the couch, drink balanced in one hand, as Xander serviced him. More than the boy's liquid-hot mouth was blowing his mind. Oh, he'd seen glimmers of Xander's... kinks before, but this? Never one to complain about a good thing, Spike pushed such thoughts away and let himself enjoy his boy's ministrations. And such lovely things the lad could do! Even with his hands out of play, Xander was perfect; tight mouth holding him in, slick tongue pressing and probing, and the suction...ooohhhh, that was...

"He's well-trained."

Spike looked up at the newcomer. A tall, leather-and-silk clad gentleman was watching Xander and Spike. "That he is, mate," Spike replied, smiling seductively.

"Do you share?" The man inquired. Spike felt Xander shiver and pause. It didn't take Spike but a moment to figure out that while the man's presence aroused Xander, the idea of being shared did not.

"No," Spike said flatly, letting just enough demon into his voice to make sure the man took him seriously. "This one's mine."

"He's certainly a fine specimen," The other man said, admiration and regret obvious in his voice. "If you ever tire of him..."

"I won't," Spike promised. The man nodded and moved off, taking a seat where he could watch the two. Spike noticed that they'd drawn several admirers. And why shouldn't they? After all, they were a striking pair.

Xander resumed his steady, relentless suckling after the man left. He was shaking from arousal; knowing that there were people watching him, wanting this, was going to be the death of Xander. A slight tugging told the young man that Spike had taken up the chain around his neck. "Harder," Spike whispered. He couldn't take his eyes off of Xander, couldn't not watch as those red lips engulfed his pale shaft. Xander looked so damned happy like that, smiling around his cock. There wasn't even the faintest trace of fear there, just arousal. Arousal and submission. It was overpowering; Spike was thrilled beyond belief.

A quick glance around the room told Spike that both he and Xander were greatly envied. The doms were all glaring at him, all wanting Xander at their feet. The subs couldn't not stare at the angular, dangerous beauty of Spike, who oozed power and control. He was going to have to think up something very special for Xander to pay him back for this.

Xander felt Spike's cock harden and swell; the vampire was very close. The young man slid the blonde's cock deep into his throat and swallowed convulsively, milking Spike of his climax. Cold, thick seed hit the back of his throat and ran down into his stomach, some of it flooding his mouth. Xander slowly stopped moving, leaving his head in Spike's lap, cradling the vampire's now-softening cock in his mouth.

Spike let the last vestiges of his orgasm filter through his body before pulling Xander's head up. He bent down and pressed a feathery kiss to Xander's swollen lips. The boy was smiling softly, eyes glistening and joyful. "Fourteen," Xander mouthed, not daring to actually speak.

"Mmm," Spike hummed, grinning happily. "Yes, it was, and very good at that. In fact, I do believe you've earned yourself a... reward."

Xander's eyes were as big as saucers. "I have?" He whispered.

"Yes," Spike said, smile still gentle and warm. "Let me think..."

*****
Part 15:

"Come on up here," Spike commanded, releasing Xander from his hold. The brunette immediately clambered up onto the couch, taking Spike's invitation. The vampire sighed happily as that heavy, warm body settled onto his lap. "You've been such a good boy," The blonde murmured. "A very good boy. How should I reward you, Xander?"

Xander's eyes drifted closed. "However you wish," He replied, voice shaky. Cool fingers teased the nape of his neck, sending skittering shots of pleasure straight to his heart. This was more than he'd expected, far more than he'd hoped. Spike hadn't just gone along with Xander's game, he'd really enjoyed it. Liked it... Saw how much Xander wanted it, and was still playing along.

"Correct," The blonde said, rose-colored smile still curving against ivory flesh. "And I think that you should stand up now." Xander forced himself not to frown as he stood up. His Spike had given him an order; he had to obey. As soon as the young man was standing, Spike shifted a bit to get more comfortable. "Take off your clothes, Xander. Do it slowly."

Spike catalogued every flicker, every flash of emotion on Xander's face. The boy hadn't been expecting that order, but much to Spike's relief he didn't seem too disturbed by it. The blonde stopped thinking about that as soon as black leather began to reveal golden skin. Xander's shirt laced up the back, but was made to release quickly. A sharp tug had the garment sliding off the boy's arms to pool on the floor. Spike's mouth watered at the sight of firm, sweet flesh. Oh, his boy was beautiful. A quick glance told Spike that their audience had only gotten bigger--and more appreciative.

Xander took a deep breath before leaning down to untie his boots. They were easily undone and he stepped out of them, unsnapping the ankle fastening of his trousers as he stood. A single tie kept the pants around his waist and once he'd pulled it, the leather simply fell away, slithering down his legs to land on the richly carpeted floor. With that last movement, Xander was naked.

Spike swallowed quickly when Xander finished undressing. Oh, gods, he'd... Xander's skin had always been smooth, almost sinfully so. Only the wiry presence of dark hairs on his arms, groin and legs ever marred those many yards of perfect smoothness... until now. Spike's still-freed cock hardened as the vampire took in the boy's appearance. Other than the unruly mop of dark waves capping that gorgeous face, Xander's body was a flawless sculpture. The blonde's hands ached from wanting to touch that utterly smooth skin. He craved the unmasked silk of Xander's balls, wanted to lave and suck at them until the boy screamed for mercy or death. "Undress me," Spike ordered, voice little more than a ragged hiss.

Xander knelt down and tackled Spike's boots. He could feel the burning gaze of eyes upon his back and knew that they were being watched. Studied. The knowledge that others could see him made Xander that much more aroused, incredibly aware of his every movement. He had to control each touch, each gesture. Spike was being evaluated by the audience; everyone in the club was taking note of how good a master Spike was. They'd just begun the game, though, and Spike hadn't had time to train him. How could he, when Xander had brought him here unprepared? It was up to Xander to behave, to be perfect.

Spike watched as that devilishly golden body stretched over him to remove his duster and shirts. The vampire obliged Xander's tugs and pulls, letting the brunette remove his clothes. Unlike Xander's own garments, Spike's were carefully folded and set aside. A single, meaningful glance by Spike towards the fine clothing lying piled on the floor had Xander stopping his disrobing of Spike to pick them up.

Finally Xander eased Spike's jeans off and placed them with the other clothing. He then resumed his place at Spike's feet, waiting for his next order. The simple, fleeting contact he'd endured as he'd undressed Spike had been...exciting. Now he waited, chain draped between his neck and the couch, where Spike kept it anchored with one finger wrapped around the end ring. "Kneel up here," Spike commanded, patting his hands on either side of his thighs.

Xander stood gracefully, muscles just tense enough to stand out as he moved. The velvet of the couch was a distracting tickle as he knelt over Spike, dark thighs framing pale ones. Xander's hands remained in place on his own thighs. Their cocks, heavy with blood, swayed between them, almost but not quite touching. Pale hands hovered just beside Xander's legs, waiting to caress.

"Give me your mouth," Spike stated, eyes heavy and blue-gold. Xander leaned forward carefully, opening his mouth slightly as he did so. Spike made himself wait until Xander fully reached him. Once that hot mouth was pressed lightly against his, Spike parted his lips and stroked Xander's tongue with his own.

Xander moaned softly as Spike made love to his mouth. The vampire was kissing so softly, so gently. Each touch, each cool press, made Xander's skin twitch. He didn't notice Spike moving until a pale hand picked up one of his own and pressed a bottle of lube into it. Spike pulled away briefly to give his next order. "Prepare yourself." Then he was back to kissing Xander, fully expecting his boy to follow orders.

And obey Xander did. The brunette slicked up one hand and reached behind himself to stretch his hole. He wished his own broad fingers were more slender, their heat replaced by supernatural coolness. However, Spike's hands remained quiescent on the velvet surface of the couch. The vampire himself seemed relaxed to the point of sleepiness, contentedly fucking Xander's lips and tongue with his own.

Xander forced himself not to thrust or whimper as he stretched himself. It wasn't easy, but he managed not to touch his prostate even once. He had three fingers buried inside his ass, before Spike finally pulled away to continue. "Take me in," He said softly, eyes glued to the boy's face.

Xander removed his fingers and reached down to gently position Spike's cock. He briefly wondered what their audience could see: pale, hard cock slowly impaling his own darker body, slender blonde vampire in complete control of his larger, heavier lover. The initial burn and pressure of penetration made Xander groan under his breath. A sharp glance from Spike silenced him.

Spike was impossibly aroused. Even though it had become obvious that Xander wanted this, liked it, and knew at least the basics of what to do, some tiny part of Spike's brain had been waiting for the boy to balk. But no, he hadn't. Where they were now was beyond perfect. Everyone in the building was watching them, watching Xander slowly fuck himself on Spike's cock. Yeah, he was the Big Bad again, and this delicious boy was showing the world just how William the Bloody conquered his victims. Who needed violence when sex was so much more... rewarding?

The warm weight of Xander's arse against his balls made Spike growl. This was supposed to be the boy's gift for being such an obedient lover, but Spike knew that he'd reach climax long before Xander did. Already his cock was continuously leaking precome into the boy's body. Spike blamed all the years he'd spent being ashamed of his chipped state, years that he'd avoided such activities, for his lack of endurance. Had they been in the privacy of their own bedroom, he'd be good for an hour of exquisite torture. Tonight, though, with dozens of hot eyes on them, with pheromones so thick in the air it was hard to see through them, one more hard squeeze on his cock from Xander's sweet, tight arse would send him over the edge.

Xander silently cheered as he watched Spike lose control. The vampire growled, face shifting into and out of gameface in less than a second, as his hips bucked up once, twice, and... Xander tightened around the blonde's cock as he came, burning Xander's insides with frigid come. Xander's own erection pulsed with pleasure, but he held back his orgasm. Spike hadn't told him he could come yet.

Spike closed his eyes against the world as reality fell down his spine and shot out his cock into Xander. How had he gotten this lucky? What god had he pleased to be so favoured. Fiery hot muscle, slick and begging, wrapped around him, demanding his release. Pleasure so great it made him shudder flooded that pale body. His balls ached from it, his cock buried itself deeper, refusing to ever leave the perfect haven of Xander's arse. A tightness he rarely felt settled in Spike's chest. Oh, he owed someone so very much, so damned much for giving him this boy.

"Yes, I know, fifteen," Spike told Xander, his blue-blue eyes still shuttered. The only response he got was a hard clenching of those incredible muscles, squeezing and taunting his cock. The blonde's demonic body hardened instantly, already wanting more.

Pleading whisky eyes met fiery blue. Then Spike smiled.

And Xander was lost.

*****