Spike's smile widened, stretching into a beatific grin. "Ride me," He ordered, hands drifting up that hot body, stopping briefly to pinch dark nipples until they were painfully erect. Xander lifted himself up, and then sank back down, starting a slow, pleasant rhythm. It was one that Spike favored when they were fucking, a pace that could last all night if they wanted it to. Xander panted raggedly, drawn completely into what they were doing. Spike watched as the boy's eyes glossed over. It was time to push this a bit further.

Xander obediently leaned forward when Spike pulled him closer. The boy shuddered as Spike traced his jaw line with a cool tongue. He tilted the young man's head over, granting himself easier access to one delicate ear. The response he got was beyond his hopes; Xander cried out brokenly and clamped down hard around his cock. Oh, his boy was so very sensitive! Spike slid one hand around to catch Xander's collar right at the base, tightening the warmed metal around the brunette's throat. Xander stilled instantly, freezing in place. The vampire heard a gasp from their audience.

Xander waited, breath shallow and rapid. The collar wasn't constrictive--yet. No, it just lay there, snug against his throat. Taut, tense, waiting... The very tips of Spike's fingers brushed against the name of his neck. He forced himself not to shudder. Now was most definitely not the time to move. Not when Spike wanted him to remain still.

Spike bent his head back to Xander, following each vein and artery as they trailed down the boy's throat. Yes, he was drawn to the life's blood that pulsed there. His hunger was not to drain Xander, though. He wanted to swim in that blood, drown himself in it, climb inside this darling creature. His free hand slid down to wrap around Xander's leaking erection, gently fisting the boy's cock. He also loosened his hold on the chain, letting the links catch on his fingers.

Xander took Spike's movements as permission to continue, so he did. Slide, grip, slide... Xander focused completely on the feel of Spike inside him, of the vampire's cool flesh teasing him and opening him up. If he tilted just so, he could... Spike grinned into Xander's neck as the boy pressed the vampire's cock against his prostate. As he moved on, Spike let his blunt teeth drag along Xander's neck. Xander choked back a scream and sank down hard onto Spike's lap.

"Like that, do you?" Spike whispered into Xander's ear. He punctuated the question by nipping at the shell of Xander's ear, just barely-biting the tender skin there. Xander didn't say anything; he just whined a high, stuttering sound and moved against Spike, pushing them together and apart with more and more force. "Hmm?" Spike inquired, injecting just a bit of force into his voice.

Xander struggled to remain upright. The desire to lie down against Spike and just let his body do whatever it wanted was strong, so strong... but this wasn't about him. He knew that Spike liked touching him with his teeth just as much as Xander himself did; he knew it because with each ivory caress Spike's cock jerked and the steel muscles between Xander's legs twitched and tensed.

"You want me to bite you, don't you?" Spike hissed, letting just enough demon slip to allow hard ridges to press into the side of Xander's neck. "Claim you, brand you, mark you... in front of the gods and all these people. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

Xander swayed back, swiveling his head to look right at Spike. His lover was golden-eyed and panting, still sliding the end of Xander's chain collar around the fingers of one hand. "Please," He whispered, not entirely sure of what he was asking. To be bitten? Yeah, that was it. He'd just asked Spike to bite him.

Spike's eyes widened, a low growl bubbling up from his chest. Xander rode him harder now, head thrown back to expose his throat. Oh, how he wished he could! To taste his boy, to bring him inside to where he already lay... But the fucking chip stopped him.

Xander knew it was futile, wanting that. He wasn't even sure he *did* want it. However, Spike did nothing. He looked at his lover, shocked to see equal parts rage and lust on the vampire's countenance. "Do it, I want you to, please, Spike," He begged, curving back in supplication.

Spike groaned as he pulled the boy to him, resting his face lightly in that perfect neck. At least this was the kind of place that thought nothing of agonized cries and torture, for that was what was going to happen. He brought his demon to the fore and sank smooth ivory fangs into that beloved flesh.

Xander felt an incredible pressure on his neck, one that pulled on every part of his body until his entire existence was centered on that one spot. Then the blood flowed. He screwed his eyes shut, trying to hold off even a tiny fraction of the ecstasy that rushed through him as he came so hard he was sure his heart had splattered between his and Spike's bodies. Every muscle tensed, relaxed, and contracted again.

Sweet, delicious blood filled Spike's mouth. A throaty roar reverberated between them as he took one mouthful, then another, continuously amazed at the lack of pain. He laved at the wound, closing it, even as orgasm overtook him, spurred on by the incredible high he was experiencing from Xander's blood. The boy was pure power, pure energy, and it was like drinking from the lips of the sun itself.

Xander slumped down against Spike, unable to hold himself up any longer. "Sixteen," He whispered with a hoarse voice. Spike let go of the chain and squeezed Xander's hip as he shifted a bit to get more comfortable. "Hey, you're supposed to get the spankings here!" Xander added indignantly.

Spike quirked an eyebrow. "I'd like to see you try."

Xander grinned and burrowed deeper into Spike's embrace. "Nah." He thought for a moment. "You bit me."

"Yeah," Spike murmured, his voice betraying more than a trace of wonder. "Doesn't have to mean anything, you know."

"But it can?" Xander inquired hopefully.

"Yeah, it can," Spike agreed.

"Good," Xander whispered, sighing happily. He wasn't sure *what* it meant yet, but that could wait until later.

*****
Part 17:

"I hate being chased!" Xander shouted over to Spike.

"What? And I do?" Spike shot back, reaching out to help Xander over a short headstone. They were being chased by a pack of hellhounds. Normally Spike would turn and fight them, but there must have been fifty of the buggers, all slavering and growling, eyes glowing and nasty. So now, instead of getting a bit of fighting in, Spike and Xander were running the thousand-meter hurdles through a graveyard.

"Tree!" Xander huffed, pointing to a nearby oak. Spike nodded and swerved in that direction. As they approached, he grabbed Xander and boosted him into the lowest branch. The vampire then leapt up himself. The two men quickly climbed up a few more branches, until they were a good thirty feet off the ground.

"Can hellhounds climb trees?" Xander asked, panting.

Spike glanced at the howling pack of rabid demon-dogs on the ground below them. "I hope not." Indeed, the hounds seemed to be pacing, growling and acting nasty--but not actually trying to climb the tree.

Xander relaxed visibly and pulled out his cell phone. A quick call to Buffy and Giles informed the other Scoobies of Xander's predicament. "So now we wait for the big dogs," The boy muttered, leaning back against the main trunk.

Spike shuffled back to lean against Xander. "Unless you fancy becoming a Xander-shaped rawhide chew toy," He commented. Mmm, Xander was so very warm and cozy, particularly when he breathed out against Spike's neck. The vampire hoped it took Buffy a long time to get around to saving them.

Xander grinned against Spike's neck, sliding one hand down to the vampire's crotch. The blonde began to purr as Xander fondled him through tight denim. Soon, however, Xander took pity on him and unzipped those constricting jeans, freeing the vampire's erection. "You know, I love doing this," Xander commented as he wrapped hot fingers around Spike's cock.

"Hmm?" Spike hummed, already boneless and fully draped against the boy. The howling dogs below them faded away as blood warmth sank into his body.

"Touching you, jacking you off," Xander murmured. "I love your cock. Did you know that?" He continued. His fingers teased and pinched, palm sliding over a moist, leaking head. Spike thrust helplessly into that hot hand, growling when Xander's other hand came down to press and massage his testicles. "Of course, I like it best when it's hard and inside me. The way you taste is almost enough to make me come, and feeling you shoot inside me does it every time."

Spike's head hit Xander's shoulder with a thump as he shifted into gameface. Xander bent his head to that pale throat, teeth latching on as he began to work Spike's cock furiously. The vampire was close, he could tell; that pale hardness was swelling and pulsing and just any second he'd come, spill out over Xander's hand and...

Spike bit his lip as he came, swallowing his scream. His eyes tracked a long, strong arc of his semen as it shot through the air, slowly falling to the earth. Xander milked his cock with a few more gentle strokes before tucking him back into his jeans. It was then that Spike noticed the sounds of battle below; Giles and Buffy had arrived with more effective anti-hellhound weaponry.

"Seventeen," Xander whispered, tapping Spike on his ass as they climbed down. Spike nodded, his smile promising something for Xander a bit later.

When they got back to the ground, they found Buffy and Giles finishing off the hellhounds, Willow and Tara just a short distance away, also helping. "It's about time you crawled out of that tree!" Buffy shouted at the newcomers. "We're almost done!"

In fact, they were done--Giles killed the last hellhound with his sword and sheathed it angrily. "And now that we have saved your sorry arses, we can get out of here," He grated out, turning on his heel to march off.

"What's gotten into him?" Xander asked Buffy, scratching his head in confusion.

Buffy shrugged. "Ah, nothing, really. Some big bird shat on him while we were fighting. Left a big white stain on his jacket." She pointed at the retreating man's coat, which was indeed covered with a ropy line of white gunk.

Xander glanced at Spike, who was blinking hard. Very hard, as in 'if I blink enough, I won't break down in hysterical laughter' hard. "Er, it'll come out with some elbow grease," Xander suggested to the girl.

"A bit of club soda, maybe?" Tara offered.

Spike choked. "Dry cleaners?" Willow asked. "Maybe it was a good jacket."

"That's a big stain, though," Buffy said, shaking her head.

"One big pigeon," Xander agreed. "Thanks for the save, Buffy. We'll finish up now, ok?"

"No problem," Buffy threw over her shoulder, heading off to finish her own patrol, the girls tagging along behind.

"Pigeon?" Spike muttered. "One big pigeon? I'm no bleedin' pigeon!"

Xander smirked. "No, you're more of a hairy woodpecker."

Spike's growl sounded very much like a hellhound as the two men left the graveyard.

*****
Part 18:

"Rocky," Xander said as he and Spike went down the sidewalk after patrol.

The vampire winced. "Never. Full Metal Jacket." There was no way he was going to let something as awful as Rocky cut into his shag time, and he knew that he'd never enjoy any fucking they did whilst watching the boxing movie.

Xander grinned and sidled up next to the blonde. "Showgirls?"

Spike growled, but his biting reply was cut off when Xander palmed him lightly. When he did find his voice again, his response was negative but not blistering. "Er, please no?"

Xander continued to fondle the vampire's now-hard cock. "Fine. Evil Dead?"

Spike considered. Xander pressed harder. Spike swallowed audibly. "Sounds good," He yelped, pushing himself into Xander's hand.

"Great!" Xander exclaimed, pulling away. "We'll stop by the video store on the way home."

Spike growled. Xander laughed.

Something else growled. Xander stopped laughing. "Spike?"

"Wasn't me, luv," Spike admitted. As one, they turned around.

"I thought Buffy slayed the hellhounds," Xander murmured, backing away slowly.

"She did," Spike confirmed. "These are different hellhounds." He moved with Xander, trying to plot out a retreat. Unfortunately the impromptu handjob Xander had been giving him was interfering with a few of Spike's higher level brain functions. Part of his mind wanted to get the hell out of dodge, while his cock wanted to play.

"Can we run now?" Xander asked. Spike nodded.

"Sure, this way," The vampire said, grabbing Xander's hand and dragging the boy out of the snapping jaws of a drooling hound. There were even more this time than in the first pack, at least seventy of the beasts in all, each of them after blood.

Xander felt like he'd just gotten done with running the high hurdles only to be told he had to do the steeplechase too. Spike kept hold of his hand as they darted between cars and through alleyways. The vampire slowed down just enough to keep Xander upright, although the boy was sure that at least once he'd actually flown through the air. They turned a sharp corner and darted into an abandoned factory, Spike slamming into a wall as the door clattered shut behind them. Xander fell hard against him, catching Spike's jeans with his free hand to keep from falling.

"Who did we offend?" Xander breathlessly asked Spike. "I mean, *two* hellhound packs in one day?"

Spike's eyes glimmered in the dim, indirect light. Xander was plastered to him, heat seeping through their clothes. "Dunno," Spike murmured, tracking each movement of Xander's tongue as the boy licked his lips. This really wasn't the time, but...

Xander cocked his head to one side, wondering what was up with Spike. The vampire bucked slightly against him. Oh. *That* was what was up. Well. Xander snaked a hand in between them, once again cupping Spike. "Don't you dare tell me hellhounds make you horny."

"Fuck, yeah," Spike hissed as Xander milked his cock. "What? Hellhounds?"

"Hey, you're the one running around with a hard-on," Xander pointed out, although the boy himself was half-hard. Hells, who wouldn't be when Spike was right there, writhing and panting?

Spike didn't care what Xander was saying; the boy could be reciting the Gettysburg Address for all he cared. So long as his boy kept doing that with his hand, Spike would...

"Uh, Spike? Unless you're practicing your ventriloquism, we've got company," Xander whispered. He regretfully pulled away from the vampire.

Spike glared over Xander's shoulder, seeing part of the hellhound pack crossing the room. "Come on," He hissed, once again taking Xander by the hand. They clambered back down the outside stairs and hit the streets, crossing over to the hospital parking lot. The hounds regrouped and ran over cars and bushes, howling and braying at the moon. Spike picked up Xander as he flipped up a manhole cover and dove into the sewers. As soon as they landed, the vampire slid the cover back into place. "It'll take them a bit to figure out how to get down here, Spike said, jogging down sewer.

Xander followed behind. After a couple of turns, Spike paused. "Why stop here?" Xander asked the vampire.

Spike reached out and pulled Xander to him. A strong, cold tongue plunged into Xander's mouth as Spike kissed him fiercely. Xander unfastened Spike's jeans and took the vampire's cock in hand, stroking him roughly. Spike howled into Xander's mouth and bucked into that cruel grip.

"Fuck!" Xander cursed, continuing to jerk off Spike. The growling was back. The clatter of claws on stone confirmed it--the hounds had found them. Spike's demonic visage rippled and came forward. He picked Xander up and began running down the sewers again. Xander looked over Spike's shoulder, seeing the hounds. Still he stroked Spike, pinching and twisting. He brought his legs high up around Spike's waist and held on as they swerved and ducked here and there.

Spike hoped he knew where they were going. His eyes were still functioning enough to keep them from running into anything, but the rest of his body wasn't in such good shape. Adrenalin from the chase and oceans of pheromones swarmed his system. He was so high he was about to pass out from it. Fear, excitement, and sex, all at once. Each hard landing as he jumped from one level to another dug Xander's fingernails into his cock. it was glorious, perfect, and in about ten seconds, he was going to come, harder than he had in ages.

Xander squeaked as a hellhound nipped at Spike's heels. The situation was quickly moving from surreal to Nightmare on Elm St. freaky. He pulled hard on Spike's cock once, twice more, feeling Spike shudder roughly. Then his hand was full of cold, thick semen and Spike was regaining his stride. "Eighteen!" Xander screamed as he hit Spike hard on the back.

Just as the lead hound was going to snap his jaws around Spike's ankle, the vampire pulled them up a sewer access ladder, shoving Xander into a brightly lit building, pulling himself up right after. The heavy metal door slammed down on a furious, frustrated hellhound. Spike sat down heavily on the door and glanced over at Xander, who just blinked in the bright light.

"So..." Spike began slowly.

"Uh huh," Xander grunted.

"Ah..."

"Sh," Xander hissed.

"What?" Spike asked, looking around.

"Did you hear that?"

*****
Part 19:

"Hear what?" Spike murmured. "The people, the air conditioner, the electrical currents, the water pipes, the squeaky wheels, or what?"

Xander looked around frantically. From the clues he could find, namely the large number of broken wheelchairs, IV stands and crash carts, he'd say that they were in the hospital basement. "Spike, we're in the hospital."

"Yeah?" Spike murmured. "Safer here than down there."

"Unless someone gets a stethoscope anywhere near you," Xander muttered, standing up. Spike joined him, tucking himself back into his jeans. "Let's get out of here, hmm?"

Spike followed Xander into the corridors of the hospital. They wound their way around the labyrinthine structure, trying to avoid the curious stares of various custodial workers and the denizens of the pathology lab. Apparently this wasn't a public-access part of the hospital.

"Hey, you!" Spike and Xander turned to see an orderly running towards them. "You're not supposed to be here!"

The pair took off at a dead run. The rounded a corner, as luck would have it into the hallway leading to the exit. They slammed through the doors and hit the stairwell. Once again Spike dragged Xander up with him, moving far more quickly than the human could on his own. Xander was beginning to feel like a sack of flour. Spike stopped on the first floor and poked his head out the door, then retreated back into the stairwell. "Better go higher and come down in the main stairwell. This only goes to maintenance areas." There were far too many people in the emergency room's maintenance area for this to work here.

On the fourth floor, Spike finally led Xander out into the hallway. The place was dead quiet. "Where are we?" Xander whispered.

Spike led them out into the main part of the hospital. "Looks like regular rooms, just quiet ones," He commented. Then he noticed the security guards. They were looking for... well, they were probably looking for him and Xander. "Come on."

Once again Xander was dragged along. Spike ducked into an empty room, shoving Xander into one of the closets there. After the door was shut, Spike leaned back slightly, relaxing a touch. Xander leaned against Spike's chest, trying to calm his breathing. "What now, Mr. Danger-Makes-Me-Horny?"

Spike grinned, noting just how correct Xander was. The vampire was indeed growing hard yet again. "Now we wait. Eventually they'll think we got out."

"What happens at sunrise?" Xander inquired. "It's not like I can just leave you here; if they find you, you'll be on a slap back in the basement."

Spike thought for a moment. "It's four hours yet 'til dawn; we'll leave in two."

"You want to spend two hours in a closet?" Xander asked incredulously. "Why?"

Spike thrust his hips into Xander's. The boy hardened instantly. "That. I should've known."

"Fuck me," Spike hissed, dragging his nails down Xander's back. The boy lifted his head, avoiding the clothing rod that would've hit him in the neck.

"How?" Xander inquired. "We're in a two-foot by three-foot closet by six-foot closet, Spike."

Spike twisted around, pulling a tube of lube from his duster. He pushed it into Xander's hand, and then unfastened his jeans. Xander twitched as Spike bumped into him during the shucking-of-jeans process. The human didn't see how Spike was going to get them over his boots and there wasn't room to remove those.

"Step forward," Spike whispered. Xander did so, feeling that as he did, Spike was sliding against him. When they stopped moving, he found himself standing between Spike's legs. The vampire put his hands on Xander's shoulders and lifted his legs, wrapping his jeans-hobbled limbs up to wrap around Xander's waist.

"Oh," Xander murmured. He held Spike close with one arm, opening the lube with that hand as well as the other. Golden eyes were all he could see as he slid lube-slickened fingers against cool flesh.

Spike tightened his legs around Xander. He was pressed hard against the wall of the closet, pinned between it and the hard presence of Xander's body. The boy pushed one finger inside him, teasing him with his slowness. "More, Xander," Spike said harshly, tightening around that finger.

Xander slid another finger inside Spike, scissoring them apart. Spike growled and bore down on his fingers, squeezing him cruelly. "Spike?"

"Fuck me," Spike repeated, snarling. Xander withdrew his fingers and lifted Spike enough to get into position. Then he let Spike sink back down, engulfing him.

Spike pushed off the wall as he rode Xander. The boy's blood-hot cock was splitting him wide open, hitting that spot, making him see things in the complete darkness of the closet. Then that warm, wet mouth touched his neck. His head lolled to one side, exposing vulnerable tissues.

Xander thrust up into Spike and pressed down with his mouth. Blunt teeth grazed pale flesh. He brought one arm back around, wrapping his fingers around Spike's cock. The vampire was quaking, shivering from the buildup of sensation. Xander knew they were both close; Spike from adrenalin and Xander from the fact that he'd brought Spike off twice tonight but hadn't found release himself.

Spike was truly afraid he was going to pass out. Xander was fucking him almost as hard as a demon would, pounding him into the concrete at his back. At the same time he had a death-grip on Spike's cock and his teeth were worrying the muscles in Spike's neck. The vampire hadn't had a ride like this since... the last time Xander had fucked him. Every time his lovely boy did him it was shattering and this was no exception. Spike could feel it, tightening his balls and weakening his knees. Oh, this one was going to be big, mind-fucking strong and...

Xander moved up to catch Spike's howl as the vampire came, spattering come on the back wall of the closet. Xander thrust a few more times before finding his own, quieter but no less powerful release. His body kept thrusting, kept pouring seed into Spike's body as though making up for lost time. If it weren't for the fact that he was supporting both his and most of Spike's weights, he'd want to stay this way forever.

"Nineteen," Xander murmured, squeezing one of Spike's asscheeks.

"Hmm?" A very groggy, sex-addled Spike hummed. "Again is good, yeah."

Xander giggled. "We've got to get out of here, Spike."

"Inna minute," Spike slurred, eyes still closed. If he didn't love this boy more than he did his own unlife, he'd kill him just so that Spike could continue to enjoy his afterglow. "Shh..."

*****
Part 20:

Xander let Spike catch him before he fell through the open door of his apartment. They'd run all the way from the hospital--several miles all told. It hadn't been Spike's original plan to have to do that, but... Well, after they snuck out of their closet, they found the hospital still full of security guards. They got spotted right away and chased out of the building. Fortunately there weren't any cops in cars trying to run them down, but unfortunately the hellhounds caught up with them halfway to Xander's car. This time Xander insisted on going back to his place. At least there they could eat, sleep, and avoid sunny spots come morning.

"Damn. We didn't go by the video store," Xander spat as he prowled through the fridge for a beer. He tossed a pint of blood to Spike, who rummaged through the cabinets for a mug.

"You own enough videos to open a bloody video store," Spike commented, sticking his favorite Alcatraz coffee mug into the microwave. He was coming down from his adrenalin high--running around fearing for your unlife was only fun for the first fifteen miles. While his meal was warming and Xander was trading his dirty work clothes for sweatpants, Spike flipped through the many tapes lying around their living room. He still hadn't found anything when the microwave dinged, so he just grabbed the next tape he touched and stuck it in.

"What's playing?" Xander inquired, heaving a ready-made sandwich from the fridge and a beer into his hands. He joined Spike on the sofa, intent upon curling up with his big bad lover and napping the first half of Saturday away. Maybe Friday hadn't been too much of a waste after all.

Spike picked up the remote controls and turned on the television and VCR. The tape flickered and spazzed for a minute, tracking noisily. Xander perked up a bit, drawing deeply of his beer. Spike drank of his blood and waited for the movie to start.

Fortunately for both men, the television, and most of the furniture in the apartment, they'd both swallowed before the first frame appeared. Xander watched, jaw hanging around the floor, as Willow and Tara appeared on the tape. Yup, that was definitely Willow. He knew it was Willow because he recognized the shock of red hair. He was assuming the other person was Tara.

He wasn't exactly looking at their faces.

"Bloody hell," Spike whispered, transfixed. He never knew Willow had it in her... but there she was, in all her witchy glory, with the blonde confection. Twisted together like a pair of pale-skinned, painted serpents. Lips, red, striking in fury. Cries, silk of hair sliding over moistness.

Xander didn't say anything. He couldn't... that was Willow. How the hell had they gotten Homemade Wiccan Lesbian PornographyT? He noticed then that he was hard. Uncomfortably hard. Oh, being erect wasn't uncomfortable, getting a woody after watching wiccans get it on wasn't bad, having a hard-on while seeing lesbians in action was no problem, and he thought pornography could sometimes be a Good ThingT. But Willow? That was wrong. Wrong. *Wrong*. Xander reached for the VCR remote controller that was lying in Spike's slack hand. He hit the first button he felt, which turned out to be fast forward.

Spike cocked his head to one side as, all of a sudden, Willow's head began to move extraordinarily fast between Tara's legs. He moaned along with Tara as the blonde came. Then Willow got up and turned the camera off. Beside him, Xander sighed. "That was too weird. How did we end up with that?"

"We took the tape out of the camera, remember?" Spike murmured. "From Red's room."

"But we took the one that might have had *us* on it," Xander countered. "When you, uh, fucked me." Spike frowned. Xander frowned. In slow motion, they turned to the television. On it, Xander and Spike were looking around Willow's dorm. Spike reached down and hit the 'Play' button. Then he threw the remote controller across the room and grabbed Xander, hauling him into his lap.

"Oh, this is so exciting," Xander muttered, squirming. His onscreen self was looking for a bottle amongst Willow's supplies.

"Watch," Spike murmured, maneuvering them around on the couch. After a minute he hand them pressed together, his front to Xander's back. He'd also managed to strip off what remained of their clothing, leaving them naked on the plush thermal blanket Xander kept on the couch.

Xander watched the screen in front of him, pushing back against Spike as the vampire's cool hands drifted over him. Spike didn't seem to be doing anything specifically, just touching here and there. Then their taped selves got down to business. "See how hard you are? How much you want me, want me fuck you, fill you up?" Spike whispered, tracing Xander's ear with his tongue.

Spike had been waiting for one precise moment. Just as his taped self thrust into the boy, he struck, wrapping his hand around Xander's cock. The young man groaned as Spike worked him, thrusting back as the blonde rubbed against him. On the television, Xander was gasping and whining. Spike felt the tape caught the boy's natural responses rather accurately. Of course, watching them on tape was doing things to the boy also. It was voyeurism of a very perverse type, watching yourself--in this case made more odd by the fact that their taped selves hadn't known they were being taped.

Spike wasn't unaffected by the viewing either; he was hard, thrusting almost frantically against Xander as he jerked the boy off. "You're gonna come soon, Xander, can't you feel it?"

Xander keened softly as he watched his videotaped self submit to Spike's thorough fucking. He was so close; feeling Spike's cock right up against his ass, that cold hand, those sinful lips, and getting to watch them on television...

Spike shouted as he came, cock spurting come over Xander's ass. He twisted his hand slightly, pulling roughly on Xander. The boy shuddered and climaxed, collapsing against Spike. On screen, Xander and Spike were cleaning up and preparing to leave. "Er, twenty," Xander whispered. He reached behind himself to hit whatever he could reach, which turned out to be Spike's ass. He hoped Spike was tired enough to sleep for a little while. Xander was about to pass out.

Spike pulled the top edge of the blanket down, covering both of them in a warm cocoon. He reached over for the television remote controller that hadn't been pitched away and turned off the box before snuggling down with Xander for a few hours' rest.

*****
Part 21:

Xander woke up to all kinds of achiness. His legs hurt in ways that suggested he'd spent the night running. His mind supplied evidence to back up that suspicion. Other parts hurt, too. The lungs and arms he chalked up to running and evading hellhounds. Xander's cock hurt too, just a touch. It wasn't a bad hurt, more of an 'I got some, and then some more' ache. His neck also twinged a bit. That, though, he knew to be due to something other than last night's odd bit of canine-inspired insanity.

He rolled carefully off the couch, leaving Spike alone under the blanket, still deeply asleep as only a vampire slumbering the day away can get. Xander watched as Spike squirmed around to maximize the warmth that Xander had left behind. He almost felt bad about leaving Spike by himself. Almost. Xander felt gritty and icky and really wanted a shower. The trip to the bathroom was interrupted by a brief foray into the kitchen to submerge Spike's half-drunk mug of blood into a sink of soapy water. He'd make the vampire finish cleaning it later.

The shower was hot and lovely and helped Xander forget about the sore muscles and burning lungs that kept trying to invade his awareness. By the time he'd finished, the young man felt almost normal. Almost. He stood in front of the slightly foggy bathroom mirror, shaving cream in one hand and razor in the other. Lather the face and neck, draw the blade along skin.

Xander didn't wonder why shaving was a male ritual. After all, every day he took up a deadly weapon and dragged it along one of the most sensitive, vulnerable places on his body. One bad move and he'd be bleeding out all over his Egyptian cotton towels.

The same thing could be said of his lover.

The thought drew Xander's eyes to the healing bite mark that graced the juncture of his neck and shoulder. Spike had bitten him in the club just two nights ago. Opened that cold mouth and pushed those ivory fangs deep into Xander's body, drawing out blood even as he lured a shaky, shuddering orgasm out of the boy's body.

And Xander had liked it. A lot. Part of it was just liking the bite; a touch of something sharp to accent great sex. However, that wasn't most of why Xander had liked it. When Spike had bitten him, Xander had felt a sudden... calm, as though the entire universe had stopped. He felt every molecule in his blood orient on the bite and flow towards it. The young man could feel some part of himself flowing through layers of skin, muscle and fat and into Spike. He could sense the eternal cold of his lover, could feel the demon accepting the blood, loving it. He could even feel his body start to tense and slide into climax.

Then Spike pulled away and the universe began to spin again, momentarily throwing Xander off his usual rhythm. And like a considerate lover, Spike had promised that it didn't have to mean a thing. How nice. How... freeing. If it was Xander's will, the single most important, significant, close, fucking perfect moment of his life could be completely meaningless.

Xander knew one thing with absolute certainty: he wanted it to mean something. Exactly what, he wasn't sure. No, that wasn't true. He knew just what he wanted that bite to mean. Spike was his. He was Spike's. They belonged to each other, with each other. Bonding deeper than frequent orgasms and the sharing of toothpaste. More real than the mutual secret that they kept from the others, that they were in fact involved.

Spike watched Xander watch himself. The boy was once again lost in some thought, drifting away in that beautiful miasma that was his mind. Spike decided to let him be, so the vampire walked past him and got into the shower. Normally he'd be asleep at this time of day, but between the less-than-perfect comfort of the couch and Xander's removal of his lovely warmth, Spike had been roused. A shower was definitely in order; he smelled like cum and the boy's sweat, which didn't bother him, and hellhounds, sewers and hospitals, which did.

Xander realized that Spike was bathing and quickly finished his ablutions. By the time the vampire walked out of the bathroom, Xander was half-dressed and quickly becoming more so. "Going somewhere, pet?" Spike inquired softly, sitting down on the half-made bed. Xander had mentioned previously that he wanted to spend the weekend resting, out of sight of the world. So why was he getting ready to leave?

Xander glanced over at Spike, feeling guilty for wanting to run. He needed to think, to mull over things, to... "Need to run errands," Xander muttered, taking the next shirt he found.

Spike frowned and stood up, blocking Xander's retreat. "What's up, luv?" He peered closely at the nervous human. Xander was fairly trembling, he was so uptight. "Why're you so..."

Xander's eyes darted this way and that. "Nothing, Spike, I just need to..."

"Run?" Spike murmured, trying hard to keep sadness out of his voice. Why was Xander running? What had happened? When? Xander winced, telling Spike that he'd been very right. "Why?" He whispered, voice just on the solid side of tremble. "Tell me, Xander."

Xander looked down at the carpet, twisting his shirt in his hands. "I, ah... you... um..." The young man bit his lips, turning his neck in a soft-skinned parody of the torture he was inflicting on his poor shirt. The movement stretched the bite, making Xander grimace. Spike saw it all, and more.

A chilled finger traced the bite, making Xander shiver. "It's this, isn't it?" Spike murmured. "Worrying you now?" Was his boy regretting it? He'd not really had time to until now; after they'd left the club Xander had collapsed until work the next morning, and after work had been patrolling. The word 'hellhounds' summarized their patrolling, so now was Xander's mind's perfect time to kick in and give the boy a good going-over.

"I..." Xander stuttered and bit his lip. Finally he lifted his head to look at Spike directly. "I don't know what it means."

Spike smiled softly, sadly, regretfully. "What does it mean to you?"

Xander frowned. "To me? I just said I don't know."

"You don't?" Spike pressed, still speaking barely above a whisper.

"Well...I..." Again Xander found himself without words. Spike, though, could see what Xander wanted to say; big black letters floated around the boy's head like so many tiny devils, each one set out to torture the boy. Xander knew exactly what the bite meant to him, but he couldn't tell what it meant to Spike. That was what was troubling the boy.

Spike reached down and took the torn fabric from Xander's hands. Then he picked the young man up, cradling him gently as he laid him down on the bed. Spike made quick work of Xander's trousers and shoes, soon leaving the boy as naked as he was.

Xander gasped as cool skin met warm. Spike covered him, somehow feeling still as a statue even though he rubbed himself against Xander like a cat. Those bluest eyes never left Xander's face, always fixed on the boy's whisky eyes. "Xander?" Spike said questioningly.

"Yeah?" Xander whispered.

"You do know I love you, right?" Spike inquired, pushing his legs between the boy's.

Xander's breath hitched. "Yeah," He replied slowly. They'd established the mutual sharing of fuzzy emotions a long time ago, but that had only done so much to dispel Xander's insecurities.

Spike traced his tongue over the spot on Xander's chest where his heart was pounding. "More than I ever loved Dru, Angel, or Buffy," Spike continued, hands stroking that so-smooth skin in a manner meant to comfort and reassure. "More than I love a good bit of bloody mayhem, too."

Xander couldn't help but smile. "Sp--" A slender finger reached up to silence Xander.

"I love your skin. It's so sweet and smooth, like rose petals that never fade," Spike whispered. "I love the way you smell; spicy and strong and you. I've never met anyone who always smelled so damned good," Spike continued, pressing random kisses to Xander's skin. It helped Spike to do this whilst pouring out his heart; if he'd been face to face with Xander he'd have lost control long ago. It wasn't easy, and he was no poet. Despite his former literary leanings, Spike was rough with words.

"I love the way your mouth curves when you smile; it's like the arch of the moon when she's almost new. But when you do smile, you light up the room like the sun, all joy and warmth and strong hands," Spike murmured into Xander's abdomen. He shivered slightly; each word he spoke dragged another emotion out of him, making him relive each reason why he loved this precious boy.

"And your eyes, they're better than the best of Red's spells. They entrance me, hold me to you. I look into your eyes and see everything I ever wanted to be, right there. I see the night never ending, just so I can always be with you." Spike buried his face in the crease of Xander's thigh, hiding his tears. Xander quivered slightly, undone by Spike's words. The vampire never ceased to amaze him with the depth of his emotions.

"But all of that is rubbish, really," Spike said suddenly. "It's not any part of your body that made me want to bite you," He explained. "It was this," He said, once again pressing his lips to Xander's chest. "Your heart."

Xander moaned softly, not sure of what to say.

"I'm a vampire, Xander. A demon, something you fear, hate, hunt, kill. But you haven't done that to me; that night you didn't fear me when I had my fangs on your neck. No, you asked me to bite you. Somewhere along the way you traded in hatred for something less...violent. And you don't try to kill me; you hunt beside me. An equal, that's how you treat me." Spike gave up trying to maintain any sort of control of his emotions. He didn't care anymore what the boy saw, or how poncy a bugger it made him. He kept this kind of emotion locked away for a damned good reason; once they got loose there was no controlling them.

Xander watched as Spike broke down on top of him. He hadn't meant to upset his lover, but he'd somehow done an excellent job of it. Feeling lower than the lowest scum, Xander wrapped his arms around Spike and pulled him up his body. When they were face to face, Xander pressed their lips together, trying not to cry himself when he felt telltale moisture on the vampire's face.

Spike cried out brokenly as Xander kissed him, letting the power behind his feelings for his lovely boy come through with every touch. Their bodies trembled together, shaking with the aching sadness and hope that Spike couldn't restrain, and the doubtful but oddly sure love Xander was afraid to express. When Xander's arms tightened around Spike, the vampire returned the favor, holding his boy so close there was no telling them apart. When Xander thrust against Spike, lured into arousal by the seductive satin of his vampire's body, Spike replied in kind, sliding their cocks together in a wet, hard-soft concert of flesh.

Xander wondered how he could have ever doubted Spike's feelings. How could he have possibly questioned a creature so passionate, so pure in his devotion? The young man redoubled his efforts to make up for his earlier bungling, delving into that precious mouth with renewed vigor. He felt Spike thrust harder, movements growing slightly erratic. Oh, Spike was close, endurance stripped away with the tears he'd shed. Xander held him closer and urged him on, moving in a swift counterpoint to the vampire's frantic thrusts.

Spike screamed into Xander's mouth as he came, spilling cold seed between them. He held onto Xander with near-painful force as the boy joined him, giving heat to their climax. Once he'd found his mind again, Xander encouraged Spike to relax against him, holding the vampire to his warm body as though he was never letting go. Then again, he had no intentions of letting Spike get away from him. Ever.

"Twenty-one," Xander whispered, caressing the skin of Spike's lower back with one reverent hand. Spike shuddered and nodded, still wallowing in pleasure. "And Spike? It means everything to me. Everything."

*****
Part 22:

"I'm not seeing Adam Sandler in anything," Spike stated as he followed Xander across the parking lot. "I mean it, Xander. I won't."

Xander grinned. "Fair enough, Spike. No Adam Sandler." Actually, Xander had no intentions of sitting through a silly comedy. Nope, his heart was set on the newest Jackie Chan movie. He forcibly ignored Spike's groan of distaste as they got into line at the ticket booth.

Within seconds, Spike was prowling around, stepping in and out of line and generally bothering everyone around them. Xander watched in amusement as the blonde nearly got into three fistfights. Spike seemed to be incapable of not finding trouble. Either that or he was horny... again. When the vampire slinked around Xander to press against him, knocking the boy back a step, Xander decided that 'horny' was more likely.

"Having a good time?" Xander asked Spike.

Spike bent his head to Xander's neck, licking a broad stripe up that sweet skin. "Mm hmm," The vampire hummed happily. The way Spike saw it, as long as either his hands, his mouth, or both were filled with some part of Xander, he was as close to heaven as he was ever going to get.

Xander shook his head softly. A quick glance around told him that the youthful constituents of the movie ticket line were mostly stoned or consumed with their own concerns. A truly evil grin split Xander's face as he insinuated one hand between himself and his vampire. Spike stilled, growling harshly, as Xander cupped him.

"Xander," Spike whispered, pushing himself into that warm hand. Oh, his boy was so very lovely. Quick, firm pressure followed by the softest of touches. Spike returned to Xander's throat, laving at the confection that was his lover's flesh. The vampire freely admitted to being addicted to Xander. He'd wager that should he ever try to go more than a few hours without touching him, the vampire would go through withdrawal.

Xander stepped forward, nudging Spike with him. The line was inching forward, and so were they... not that Spike was in any position to notice. He was mauling Xander's neck with soft lips and blunt teeth, raising what was sure to be a record-setting hickey. Xander didn't mind; Spike suckled on his neck like that when he was utterly caught up in whatever they were doing. The vampire was mindlessly rocking into Xander's hand, eagerly participating in a spot of egregious exhibitionism.

"Hey, move up, would you?" A kid behind Xander whined. Spike lifted his head, golden eyes flashing.

"Bugger off," The vampire hissed. Xander pushed them forward slightly. They were almost to the ticket counter, only a few people from the front. Spike was likewise almost there, face shifting back and forth as he thrust against Xander, clawing at the young man's jacket.

Xander pushed Spike against the ticket booth, grinning at the clerk. "Two for the ten-thirty show."

"Er, fifteen bucks," The kid murmured, eyes glued on the writing blonde who was way too close to his face. Spike cracked one glowing eye and smirked at the attendant.

"'Ello, ducks. Havin' fun tonight?" Spike muttered, voice gravely. Xander squeezed Spike's cock, making the vampire scream. The attendant jumped, Spike briefly vamped out, and Xander just kept pressing, stroking and fondling.

The attendant grabbed Xander's twenty dollar bill and shoved a five and two tickets into the young man's hand. Xander pocketed the change and bore down hard on Spike's erection, simultaneously dragging the vampire towards the entrance.

Spike hissed as Xander threw him against the glass entrance door. The young man pushed Spike into a huge movie display, sinking his blunt teeth into the vampire's neck. Spike screeched, froze, and came, clinging desperately to Xander's arms.

"Twenty-two," Xander giggled, slapping Spike hard on the ass. "Go get us some popcorn and coke, Spike."

*****
Part 23:

Xander flopped down into a comfy seat in the centre of the back row, Spike following right behind. The poor vampire was juggling two huge containers of popcorn and equally large vats of coke. Xander grabbed the popcorn and set it aside before Spike got fed up and dumped it on him. "Which one is this?" Spike inquired as he settled in to his own chair.

"Er, fish-out-of-water cop gets stuck with a big-mouthed, blundering partner and they still manage to save the girl," Xander replied.

Spike snickered. "That certainly narrows things down." The lights dimmed as previews began to flicker across the screen. Spike glanced over in time to see Xander toss a piece of popcorn up in the air and catch it with his mouth. The vampire narrowed his eyes and tossed a piece of the snack at Xander. The boy ducked a bit and caught it neatly.

When Xander reciprocated, Spike caught the popcorn cleanly, smiling as he swallowed it. Xander grinned and tossed another piece. And then another. Spike caught each one, eyes flashing. "Enough," He growled, throwing a handful of buttery goodness at the boy. Xander laughed and slumped back in his seat.

"Wanna see that movie next?" Xander inquired, nodding at the screen.

Spike's eyes widened. "Fuck no, he's worse than Adam Sandler."

"Rob Schneider is not that bad," Xander countered. Spike would've replied, but the movie began. For all his earlier hyperactivity, the vampire quickly stilled. He loved watching movies; people larger than life, action and violence in extra large servings.

Xander watched in amusement as Spike raptly followed the action onscreen. He'd wager that the vampire wouldn't turn his head if their buddies the hellhounds came rushing through the theater. Thinking of the hellhounds made Xander scowl. They'd found out that afternoon that he and Spike had been accidentally 'contaminated' with some herb that hellhounds absolutely adored--by Willow, no less. The hellhounds had convinced Xander that he was a cat person, though. No matter how cute and fluffy, Xander never wanted to see another dog again for the rest of his life.

A few minutes later Xander found his attention back on Spike again. His fingers twitched nervously. He wanted to touch Spike again. Holding the vampire in his hands was quite possibly the most thrilling thing in his life, and he wanted more. But Spike was engrossed in the movie, completely oblivious to Xander...

The barest touch of a warm hand was the only warning Spike got before the car chase scene he was watching took on a whole new dimension. He tore his eyes away from the screen in time to see Xander crouch down between his knees and reach for the vampire's jeans. Stunning heat engulfed him as Xander took his cock into that damnable mouth. A screeching noise on the screen drew Spike's eyes back up. Then Xander swallowed and he looked back down. Spike might have been enjoying the movie, but Xander won out over Jackie Chan every time.

"Harder," Spike whispered, wrapping his fingers around the armrests. Pale fingers dug in, ripping upholstery as Xander obeyed, sucking harder, taking him deeper. Spike's head rolled back to rest on the wall. He caught the stares of a few other moviegoers, but they soon turned back to the screen. Having a punkish looking guy growl at you, eyes flashing yellow, tended to redirect one's attention.

Xander gripped Spike's thighs and redoubled his efforts. Gods, Spike was so... Xander couldn't believe how much he loved doing this, reducing a terrifying, homicidal demon to a puddle of moans and pleading whispers. He was sending Spike into whatever happy place the blonde went when he started hissing and babbling, all in a voice so gentle and soft that Xander couldn't make out what he was saying.

Gunshots clattered through the theatre and Spike growled, thrusting up into Xander's mouth as the boy dug his fingers into the vampire's testicles. Xander swallowed hard and hummed, eyes smiling as Spike lost control and came, filling his throat with cold semen.

Spike let his eyes roll back as he emptied himself into Xander's mouth. Gods, his boy was going to be the final death of him. Was this the same beautiful, blushing lad that he'd scandalized in a dark alleyway? It boggled Spike's mind. The boy who held his cock in his mouth had no shame, no fear. It was exhilarating.

"Twenty-three," Xander whispered as he sat back in his chair. "What did I miss?"

"Kiss kiss, bang bang," Spike murmured absently.

*****
Part 24:

Spike studied Xander as they drove home. He was thinking about Xander's penchant for exhibitionism. It wasn't that the vampire didn't like it, because he did. The jolt of adrenalin, the burn of eyes on them as they came together... it all made for hot sex. But Spike worried, fretted that Xander was getting deep into the kinkier facets of sex to please Spike. The boy knew how much Spike liked their extracurricular activities. Perhaps he hadn't realized that Spike enjoyed the sweet privacy of their bedroom just as much, if not more.

"You wanna sit in the car all night?" Xander asked Spike. The vampire quickly got out of the car and followed the young man upstairs.

Xander let Spike into their apartment, locking the door behind them. He was a bit shaky still from their antics at the movies. They could've been arrested, between their little show in line and what he'd done in the theatre proper. He was still deeply aroused by Spike's reactions to taking, and being taken, in public. Xander would never tire of those growls and whines, the wide eyes and devilish grin.

"So, you tired?" Xander asked Spike. The vampire shook his head, wandering through the living room. Xander followed behind, herding Spike into the bedroom.

"Xander," Spike murmured as the boy edged him towards the bed. "Have you got something planned?"

"Nope," Xander replied, tugging at Spike's clothes. "Making it up as I go. Got a problem with that?"

"None at all," Spike swore. Xander quickly divested them of their clothing and arranged them in a relaxed, disorganized pile of limbs in the centre of the bed. For all his initial haste, Xander seemed to be in no hurry now. Spike hummed happily as Xander ran lazy hands over his torso, tracing the vampire's ribs.

"So, did you like the movie?" Xander inquired, shifting around sinuously. He slid one of their soft afghans under Spike's lower back, canting the vampire's hips. The new position made the blonde's hipbones jut out, accentuating Spike's angular beauty. Unlike Xander, he carried no extra flesh anywhere.

"It wasn't bad, I suppose," Spike murmured. He wasn't thinking too much of the movie, not when Xander was tracing a leisurely path down his stomach with a warm, wet tongue.

"Better or worse than Full Metal Jacket?" Xander asked. He licked right across one prominent knob, grinning when Spike shifted convulsively.

"No comparison," Spike growled. Oh, that was good, so sharp. If only Xander would do it again.

"Tell me why," Xander ordered.

"Oh, come on, Xander. Full Metal Jacket is classic, it's--" He stopped dead when Xander latched onto one of his hipbones and sucked. Hard. The sensation ran straight to his cock, sending every nerve in his lower body into wailing ecstasies.

"Mmm?" Xander hummed, running his teeth over that smooth skin. He bit in a little, just enough to rub against bone. Spike groaned and pressed into Xander's mouth.

Spike felt his brain turn into jelly. His cock was aching, begging for Xander to touch him, put one of those clever hands on him and bring him off. "Jacket's about war...gritty and real..." He had to stop briefly to fully appreciate what Xander was doing with his tongue.

Xander pressed his tongue into the hollow just below Spike's hipbones, loving the way Spike froze and screamed. It was so good he did it again, and again, and again, until pale hands fluttered around his head, physically begging him to stop. Xander obliged... for a moment. He moved over to the other hipbone, kissing it briefly before returning to the soft hollow below.

"Xander!" Spike screamed, legs spreading wide as he writhed helplessly under the boy's ministrations. His fingers clenched in the boy's hair, but that didn't stop him, didn't even slow him down. No, Xander just suckled harder, alternating between thrusting hard with his tongue and laving at the vampire's hypersensitive skin.

Spike panted, trying to catch the breath he did not need. He felt his face shift, change, eyes gaining an unholy glow as the boy dragged away the last of his control.

Then Xander brought his hands into play. A wicked, strong thumb began to circle the hipbone Xander wasn't consuming with his mouth. Blunt fingertips pressed and scratched, occasionally dipping into the crease of Spike's thigh.

"Please, Xander," Spike begged, voice hoarse. "You're killing.... I can't..." He thrust again, twisting to free himself. If only Xander would...

Xander switched hipbones, biting down hard on the one he'd first abandoned. He dug the fingers of one hand into the one he'd just left, sliding and catching on the slick skin there. Xander worked hard to keep up with the frantic rhythm of Spike's thrusting. After another minute and a continuous litany of his name followed by please, Xander relented and lay his body down just a little.

"Xander, please, Xander, please, Xander..." Spike chanted, one hand now clawing the sheets as the other scratched his chest, drawing fine lines that welled with tiny droplets of blood. He nearly shot off the bed when Xander pressed down on him, finally granting him a bit of friction, a bit of direct contact. Spike began to rub his cock against Xander's chest, still twisting to avoid that torturous mouth.

Xander held on tightly, sinking his teeth into Spike's skin and biting hard. The vampire's eyes flew open and stared sightlessly at the ceiling, body shaking brokenly as he came. The young man felt cool fluid hit his chest and neck, coating him with a familiarly-scented liquid. He slowly pulled away, placing a gentle kiss on Spike's navel.

"Twenty-four," He murmured, curling up around Spike, who was still shaking slightly.

"Ah," Spike gasped, reaching for Xander to hold him close. He felt the boy's cock, hard and leaking, pressed against the bruised skin of his abdomen. The vampire moaned softly, burying his face in Xander's neck.

Xander just grinned.

*****