Spike returned to consciousness with the exquisite sensation of being filled. Sleepy blue eyes slid open, fixing on Xander's beloved face. A new scent joined the perfumes of roses and sex, drawing Spike's attention.
"You never did tell me what you wanted for Valentine's Day," Xander murmured, thrusting forward slowly. "So I got you a little of everything." As if by magic, a bit of dark chocolate appeared on the vampire's lips. A quick tongue darted out to catch it, brushing against Xander's fingers. Bittersweet chocolate, a hint of salt from the human's skin, and what might have been wine. Spike held the confection on his tongue, wishing he was warmer so that it would melt.
Xander seemed to have read his mind, however. The youth leaned forward, sliding his tongue along Spike's lips, begging entrance. The blonde was helpless to deny him, not the lovely creature who had him pinned in a sea of things vampires just didn't want, even when they did. Strong, rhythmic strokes of their joined tongues mimicked Xander's cock inside Spike, moving with great purpose but no hurry. Time was theirs and no one else's, for them alone to enjoy.
Spike marveled in how each of his senses was strangely enhanced by what Xander was doing. He was always aware of how he heard Xander's heartbeat and the flow of blood through the boy's veins. Now, however, the vampire was certain that he could hear every tendon and ligament as they shifted, each muscle contracting and relaxing. If he focused, Spike knew that the whispering noise he heard was Xander's thoughts, pouring out over him like ribbons of water and blood. His skin burned with each caress of those careless murmurings, invisible marks raised like welts. His boy, his lovely boy, was so pure, so sweet, that his very existence was like holy water; perfect and unsullied and therefore an anaethema to Spike's demon. The vampire was addicted, though--to the keening pleasure of this man as well as to the pain that their closeness entailed. Any pain would be worth bearing because each time Xander looked at him with those liquid eyes, Spike was healed. Torturer and savior in one person, the perfect mate for a demon who thrived on darkness amongst light.
Right now, though, Spike was entranced by how the bitter chocolate, with its hint of hazelnut, was such a perfect foil for Xander's taste. Alone, both were intoxicating, but together there was a sharpness, an undertone of sour accenting the bitter and the sweet, that forced Spike to deepen the kiss even as Xander dove into his body, unerringly finding his prostate to elicit plaintive wails. Spike didn't bother trying to restrain those cries, knowing that Xander would swallow each one with heartbreaking willingness.
Much to Spike's chagrin, Xander broke their kiss. Those cherished lips drifted across his cheek, pressing warmth to him as they moved. The vampire shuddered with the contact, rippling around Xander's cock inside him. "Sometmes I am alive," Xander whispered, echoing words said earlier by the blonde, "Because with me your alert treelike body sleeps."
Blunt fingers danced across Spike's chest and down his belly, to lay claim to the aching hardness that stood there. "Which I will feel slowly sharpening, becoming distinct with love slowly," The young man said, taking up a slow motion with his hand. Spike trembled, not sure what he'd done to earn the prize of Xander's affections. How was he to repay such caresses, such words?
Xander felt Spike's body shake and grow tense. He crooked his head, arching his neck over the vampire's parted lips. He needed the connection between them, to feel Spike inside him even as he was taking the blonde with his own body. "Who in my shoulder sinks sweetly teeth," He urged, practically commanding Spike to bite.
Spike felt his fangs descent with aching slowness, their points crying out for the silken flesh above him. The first touch was torture, the second perfect as he slid gum-deep, knowing that Xander could only feel ecstasy from the bite.
"Until we shall attain the Springsmelling intense large togethercolored instant," Xander whispered, thrusting in time to his hand on Spike's cock, which in turn tugged and slid in rhythm to each draw on his blood that kept Spike at his neck. "The moment pleasantly frightful when, his mouth suddenly rising, wholly begins with mine fiercely to fool."
The words were orders, edicts that Spike could not refuse. He tore his fangs away from that sweetest spring and found Xander's mouth, letting the boy's own blood lubricate their tongues. Xander nipped and sucked, breaking to gasp and whisper words to break Spike's heart. "And from my thighs which shrug and pant," He said, licking blood away from Spike's lips, "A murdering rain leapingly reaches..."
"The upward singular deepest flower," Spike replied. He captured Xander's lips again, desperate to give the boy his screams of pleasure. The vampire's body crowed and curled, grasping cruelly at Xander's as a pleasure sharp as glass ran him through.
"Which he carries in a gesture of his hips," Xander finished, letting his body find its long-denied release. Spike held him through the convulsing, gasping ecstasy, soothing him with wordless murmurs and kisses.
"Fifty-nine," Xander said, digging his fingers into Spike's hip.
*****
Part 60:
"Here, drink this."
Spike's fingers automatically curled around the glass being pressed into his hand. It felt cool but not cold, the liquid contents sloshing slightly as he lifted it. Long before it reached his mouth, the vampire identified his refreshment. Sharp, almost tangy. Familiar, as it had tainted his earlier experiences. Rich, promising. Wine, dark red and inviting.
The first sip quenched the last dregs of lingering dryness on his tongue. The second, slower and meant to be savored. Tastes flowed through his mouth, catching and sliding here and there. M�doc...
"Nineteen ninety-eight," Xander finished. "I'd tell you the label, but it's in French and I'd butcher it beyond comprehension."
"'S good," Spike said, still enjoying those first few sips. He drank more, slowly enough to treasure the initial tendrils of alcohol mixing with his stolen blood.
"Yeah, since we've got three bottles," Xander replied. Spike finally opened his eyes, just in time to see Xander grin and settle down next to him. Warmth was the perfect accompaniment to the wine, so he dragged Xander onto his lap and leaned back on the wall.
"Three, hmm?" Spike mumbled. "More than enough to get good and plastered."
Xander fiddled with a few rose petals, drinking his wine with deceptive speed. In a few short minutes, Spike was refilling both of their glasses. "Are you mad?" The boy asked, looking hard at the mound of flower petals he'd made.
Spike frowned. "Mad? Why would I be mad?" Maybe he'd had more wine than he'd thought--or Xander had.
"You did say you didn't want anything for Valentine's Day," Xander reminded him. The young man's flush, caused by rich wine, sent hot tendrils along Spike's chest.
Spike laughed, the vibrations running through Xander's tense form. "Have I complained yet?" The boy slowly shook his head. "It'll be a cold day in hell before I gripe about coming my brains out, Xander."
"Even if it's for Valentine's Day? And I got you roses," He said, tossing the petals up in the air. Spike caught a red one, crushing it in his mouth. It lent a sour flavor to the wine.
"Valentine's Day, Groundhog Day, The Third Wednesday After The Second Tuesday In July," Spike murmured, "I don't care what day it is, Xander." He really didn't. If Xander was with him, the days didn't matter--nor did the nights.
"Cool," Xander said, smiling. "More wine?"
"Sure."
"""
"Your eyes are crossed," Xander giggled, pointing. "And only one's yellow. How'd you do that?"
Spike blinked. His eyes were crossed? Yes, Xander was a bit... blurry, but he'd chalked that up to the boy moving too fast for him to see. "They're not crossed, Xander. You're drunk."
Xander snorted. "Oh, and you're the picture of sobriety, Mr. I-Can-Drink-A-Whole-Bottle-By-Myself." Of course, he didn't mention that he'd done the same thing. The wine had been good, sliding down with nary a whimper. Perhaps it'd been too smooth; neither man could've made it out of the cabin if their lives depended on it. Xander was sprawled over Spike, dipping his fingers into a wineglass and sucking the liquid off them. The vampire was staring at Xander's fingers with predatory interest. "Want some?" Xander taunted, wriggling wine-covered fingers in Spike's face.
"Yeah," Spike growled, lunging for the mischievous fingers. Xander pulled them back, popping them into his mouth. "Not nice, Xander," The vampire warned, glaring.
Xander giggled and dipped his fingers again. "Fine, fine, you can have them. But whatever will *I* suck on?"
Spike might have been drunk, but he wasn't dead. A single, meaningful stare told Xander just what he could put in his mouth to keep it occupied. Just as salty, wet fingers slid into his mouth, Spike felt something cold and fluid trickle over his hardening cock. The scent of freshly spilled wine hit his nostrils just as a hot, slick mouth took him in.
Xander groaned as the intensely familiar taste of Spike mixed with wine flooded his taste buds. He couldn't tell where the wine ended and Spike began; both were making him even more drunk. The vampire was pulling hard on his fingers, mimicking everything Xander did to his cock. Long, deep sucks, gentle laving. The barest touch of fangs encouraged Xander to use his own blunt teeth, followed by a soothing caress. Slick precome teased him, making Xander even dizzier. The wine alone had him reeling, the world spinning wildly around him. Spike underneath him grounded the boy, giving him something to hang onto. He was alternately hot and cold, desperate suddenly to taste more of Spike and less of the wine. As good as it was--and it was very good--Spike was better.
Spike gripped Xander's wrist, suckling desperately on the young man's fingers. More than once, he stopped himself before sinking his fangs in, just to hold on harder. The boy's mouth was driving him over the edge, his prowess breaking through the lazy haze of alcohol that numbed him. Every movement was echoed, slowed and muffled but Spike could still feel it and had no control over his response. Pale hips arched and writhed, mewling cries falling to the sheets.
Xander tried to ignore Spike's mouth on his fingers as he concentrated on the vampire's pleasure. It wasn't easy; every stroke of that cool tongue reverberated in his cock. The young man knew that a single touch would bring him off; between the blonde's mouth and the utter eroticism of having Spike uncontrolled beneath him was enough to make a statue scream.
Spike took a deep, useless breath. He thought that maybe he'd found enough control to not come then and there. Well, until Xander did *that*. The vampire froze, a scream rattling the bones in Xander's hand, as the boy swallowed him, his free hand pressing gently against the blonde's swollen testicles.
Xander greedily took in his lover's wine-tinged release, letting the velvety slick stuff slide down his throat. Suddenly, he was moving, Spike dragging him up towards the head of the bunk. A cold hand surrounded him as familiar lips pressed against his. He and Spike shared in one release as another was found, spilling hotly into the space between them.
"Sixty," Xander said, tracing abstract patterns on Spike's thigh. "I think I really like M�doc."
*****
Part 61:
"It's really watery," Xander said, peering down over a bridge. "And I'm thinking that swimming in that would be a very bad idea."
Spike leaned on the rail with Xander. "You're immortal, Xander, not invincible. Stay out of the water." He knew his lover loved swimming, but Venice was not the place to indulge. Gods only knew what lived in the canals. "Come on, I'm hungry."
"And I'm supposed to be the one with the bottomless stomach," Xander quipped, grinning. He walked next to the blonde, letting the gummed soles of his boots drag and catch on ancient cobblestones, mildly surprised to find himself liking the way the city was filled with deep, dark shadows. It was a vampiric heaven; lovers trysting in alcoves and labyrinthine streets for prowling.
"Haven't eaten since day before yesterday," Spike admitted. "Blood went rancid on the train."
"Why didn't you say something?" Xander asked, grabbing at Spike's arm. "We could've taken care of that."
"You're not my bloody emergency stash," Spike growled. "Besides, we're almost there."
Xander bit back his words and followed Spike into a dimly lit shop set back off the street. It smelled of fresh death and meat--a butcher's shop. Spike rattled off a few words in Italian and was handed a cardboard box. Within minutes, they were on the street again. Xander watched the blonde drink still-warm cow's blood, the soft slap of water echoing around them.
"Hotel now?" Xander inquired dryly. "Or would you prefer to take another cocktail out on the town?"
"Hotel," Spike said, rolling his eyes. "It's not far."
"""
Xander bounded into their hotel room, looking at everything at once. "Hey, we're right on the water!" Spike found Xander in the bedroom just in time to pull him out of the window and prevent a rather moist landing outside. "Thanks," Xander said, spinning around to head for the living room.
"Think nothing of it," Spike murmured, putting his clothes away. When he was finished, Spike pocketed a handful of silk scarves and stalked off in search of his lover.
"So...are you gonna serenade me from a gondola?" Xander asked when Spike joined him. "You know, with one of those boys with the funny hats pushing you along?"
"No," Spike growled, slinging one scarf over Xander's shoulder. The bright fabric caught the boy's attention and Spike used that to his advantage, sliding around Xander and looping the scarf around one wrist.
"Uh, Spike?" Xander started, looking down at his wrist. Oh, boy. Spike wanted to play. This could be very, very bad. Well, that or very, very good.
"Take off your clothes," Spike ordered, fingering another scarf with his fingers. When Xander hesitated, the vampire shifted into gameface. Xander's querying expression turned first shocked and then aroused, his free hand moving for buttons and zippers.
Spike looped another scarf around Xander's free wrist and slipped the boy's shirt off his other arm. Then they were moving, Spike practically dragging Xander into the bedroom.
"Cold!" Xander screeched when Spike slammed him against the high metal bed, pulling both of the young man's arms wide apart. Soon Xander was tugging against his soft bindings, twisting his head around to find Spike. "Hey, cute, Spike. Come back here!"
Spike ignored Xander's efforts, crouching down to spread Xander's legs and bind his ankles. When he stood up again, Xander was helpless, open for his touch and his pleasure. He took his time, letting the tips of his fingers enjoy the way the muscles in Xander's back strained to make contact with him.
"Spike," Xander panted, standing up on his toes. The blonde was so close, teasing him with his proximity.
"Shh," Spike whispered, his lips brushing against Xander's neck. Once Xander stilled, Spike took a step back.
Xander waited, breath coming in sharp gasps. Spike was making him wait, moving around behind him just enough to keep Xander from relaxing.
Just when Xander decided to start begging, Spike touched him. Cool hands made contact with his hips, sliding down to separate the young man's cheeks. A finger brushed against his opening, only to be replaced by a slick, blunt hardness.
"Open for me," Spike ordered, his voice low but firm. "I want inside, Xander."
Xander let his head fall back onto Spike's shoulder. Nothing, no preparation. He could do this, had to. Ever since the first touch of silk on his wrist, Xander had been impossibly hard. He needed Spike, inside and against him.
Spike waited, listening to Xander's heartbeat rise and fall. His lovely boy was concentrating, focusing. Bit by bit, Spike found his way inside, savoring every millimeter of Xander's body as he slid inside. The vampire moved his hands to the bed frame, using the extra leverage to fully seat himself inside the young man.
Xander groaned with relief when Spike finally lay against his back, cool lips trailing along his arched neck. A single roll of those slim, pale hips elicited a sharp cry as Xander writhed, overcome by the sharp sensation.
Spike set his teeth and thrust again, testing Xander. When he was sure the boy was stretched enough, the vampire began to move. Hard.
"Mine," Spike hissed, riding Xander with cruel force. The young man moaned and pushed back against him, sweat trickling down his back.
Xander looked at the ceiling; it was spinning in dizzy patterns. Spike was tattooing his name on Xander's soul with every killing stroke. He was impossibly full, suspended and open. Spike could use him however he wished, so long as he kept doing that, right there, just like...
"Never stopping," Spike swore, pounding into his boy. "Ever. You're mine, Xander, *mine*." Thrust, right against the human's prostate. Scream, choked but real. "You want romance? Silk, sweat and blood, Xander. That's romance." Fangs scrabbled against warm flesh, leaving beaded trails of blood behind.
"I can taste it, Xander. In your blood, it's there. Lust, want, need, love. That's what we've got," Spike growled, pushing harder, farther. "Wine turns and roses fade, Xander. Blood is forever. Blood and this," He continued, punctuating each word with another harsh movement. Ecstasy slammed into him, forcing him inside out and shattering his mind into ten thousand pieces.
Xander felt his climax start, flowing outward from his heart in thrashing waves of lightning. Fangs split the base of his neck just as hot seed spilled forth, matched by a cold flood inside him. The world crashed into Xander's mind, sending him reeling into Spike.
"Sixty-one," Spike whispered as he withdrew his fangs from Xander's neck. The vampire left Xander's body with great regret, untying the silk and tucking Xander into bed. If he knew his boy, and he did, Xander would be ready for another round before long.
*****
Part 62:
Xander felt more than heard the soft, rhythmic vibrations of Spike's voice against his skin, luring him into wakefulness. The words, whatever they were, were lost underneath an almost soundless purring that wandered idly through the still air, calling to him. Xander figured that the song was probably some sort of punk anthem, but to him it sounded like heaven, slow and sweet.
"I know you're awake," Spike murmured, breaking apart the languid beauty of his humming.
"I know you know I'm awake," Xander retorted sleepily. "But I'm not very awake."
"Awake enough," The vampire replied. "How do you feel?"
Xander ran one hand down his chest and over a lightly furred thigh. "Like a warm, cuddly human. Wanna see for yourself?"
Spike rolled his eyes and moved up to crouch over the boy. "You know what I meant," He growled, scowling.
"Yeah, I do," Xander confirmed. "I'm good. Great, in fact... Although a shower would be nice. I feel kinda..."
"Like you've been stuck on a train for days on end?" Spike finished, smiling softly. When Xander nodded, the vampire stood and reached for him, helping the slightly sore young human to his feet. For all his protestations, Xander was feeling the aftereffects of their earlier activities. Spike would have worried, if he wasn't sure that Xander would tell him if something was wrong.
Spike let Xander rummage around the room while he drew a bath. Water almost scalding, some sort of oil that smelled of sandalwood and lavender, and no bubbles. Men and vampires, in Spike's opinion, did not indulge in bubble baths. Besides, the soap interfered with the slick oil he loved so much.
"Warm," Xander groaned as he sank down into the water. Spike grinned as he joined the boy, letting the heat of the bath seep into him. The first touch was almost painful, contrasting sharply with his room temperature skin. Shortly thereafter, however, the warmth was most welcome, loosening his muscles and reminding him of why he liked baths so much.
Xander watched Spike melt against the side of the tub, the hedonistic vampire oblivious to everything around him. When he reached for the blonde, Spike simply fell into Xander's hand, following it as the boy guided him deeper into the water.
"Better?" Xander asked as Spike curled up on his chest. The vampire weighted him down comfortably, sodden blonde curls teasing Xander's throat. The young man let his hands roam, enjoying the slick slide of them over Spike's oil-covered skin.
"Mm hmm," Spike murmured, rubbing his cheek over Xander's shoulder. "Still sore?"
"Nope," Xander assured him. "I'm doing just fine now." Between the hot water and the not-so-innocent thoughts he was having, Xander felt no pain at all. Pale, bath-warmed skin, slick and pliant. The silky texture and almost pleading way Spike's body followed his hands had Xander thinking of other things entirely.
"I missed this, on the train," Xander whispered, letting his hands run over Spike's thighs. "Feeling you like this." The vampire murmured wordlessly as Xander drew his legs apart, gently rolling him onto his back. He hissed as a slippery hand drifted over his reawakening erection, spilling still-hot water over him.
"Look at yourself," Xander ordered, his own eyes fixed on the sight of Spike spread out on top of him. The vampire's angular face was turned upward, head resting on Xander's shoulder. A gleaming, sculpted torso flowed downward to where Xander's fingers played with the blonde's cock, resting between hard-muscled thighs.
Spike reluctantly opened his eyes, taking in what Xander saw. Darker legs intertwined with his own, holding him open for the boy's perusal. Rough hands stroked his cock, fondling his balls with almost reverent care. If he hadn't been hard before, what he saw would've done it.
"I know what we have," Xander said, his breath caressing Spike's ear. "And I know what we aren't, too," He continued. "Sweat washes away, blood flows and is replaced, Spike."
"Xander," Spike began, worried suddenly that he'd made a mistake earlier. The young man's efforts at seduction had been beautiful, not trite, but he feared that he'd said the opposite to Xander in the heat of the moment.
"Some nights are for perfume and wine," Xander murmured, his hands milking Spike's cock. The vampire moaned brokenly as the humans' blunt fingernails dug in briefly before soothing away the brief pain. Stuttering shots of pleasure radiated from every point of contact between them, driving away any control Spike had over his own body. He couldn't have moved if the pope himself was wielding a cross and an asperger of holy water.
"Others are for blood and sweat." Spike barely registered the words before a sharp, bright pain bloomed at the base of his neck. Xander sank his teeth into the thick muscle at the juncture of shoulder and throat, holding on tightly. Spike felt lust surge through him, pushing cool pulses of precome onto Xander's waiting fingers.
Xander brushed one oil-soaked finger against Spike's hole, pushing inside at the same time that his other hand pulled hard on the vampire's cock.
Spike's back arched, water flowing off him in glinting rivulets as his body capitulated to Xander's whims. Only the human teeth in his neck and the cruelly pleasurable hands on him anchored the vampire as his world spun away, drowning in heat and the scent of Xander around him.
Xander lifted his thighs to support Spike as the vampire slowly came down. He ran his tongue over the ridges his teeth had left in Spike's skin, liking the way the vampire's blood seemed to soak into him, marking him invisibly.
"Sixty-two," He whispered, wrapping his arms around Spike's boneless form. He was a patient man; it was nothing for him to wait until Spike woke up before bending the blonde over and pounding into him.
*****
Part 63:
"Why are we stopping?"
Giles sighed. "Because if Angel is correct, and they took a train, this is the best place to look for them." He'd given the same explanation at every train station they'd stopped at. At first, Angel had tried to help him, but the vampire's patience was wearing thin. Then again, he had to put up with the wary glances and occasional whimper from the young Watcher who accompanied them.
"But we haven't found anything at any of the other ones," Buffy groused, glaring out the window. "We're wasting our time. They're probably on a plane, hopping around the planet." She turned to Giles, eyes blazing. "And every minute that Spike spends with Xander is a minute less we have to rescue him! How long before Spike gets him killed, or worse?"
Giles glanced in the rearview mirror, not seeing Angel but knowing that the vampire would understand his expression. Both men were slowly coming to the conclusion that Xander was in no danger from Spike. That didn't mean that Giles thought that their flight was a good thing; quite the contrary. However, Buffy's strident statements were not helping him with his patience. Every time she spoke, he had to restrain himself from acting on the urge to strangle her.
At the train station, Angel and Giles paired off to question the locals while Buffy and the other Watcher prowled for other clues. It was a stroke of sheer luck that Angel caught the flower vendor just before he closed up.
"Excuse me," Angel said, interrupting the man's evening rituals. "Could I ask you a question?"
The man nodded, peering over at Angel and Giles.
"Have you seen this man?" Angel asked, holding out one of the Polaroids of Xander they'd found along the way.
"Yes," The man replied. "I remember him. He bought all my roses."
"All your roses?" Giles echoed, frowning.
"At least seven dozen," The florist confirmed. "Every color you can imagine."
"When was this?" Angel inquired.
The man thought for a moment. "Two days ago, I think," He said. "The Orient Express stopped that afternoon."
"Thanks," Angel murmured, following Giles as they went to find the others. "Giles... if they're on the Orient Express..."
"Then we know where they are," Giles finished. "Let's get Buffy."
"""
Spike felt Xander behind him, shifting this way and that. He let the young man move him around, figuring that whatever Xander had planned would end well for both of them. Besides, he was still dazed from the boy's pleasurable assault.
Xander grinned at the way Spike just let him do whatever he wanted. The vampire didn't even complain when the cool ceramic of the bathtub hit his abdomen. Xander reached for the oil that Spike had left nearby, drizzling the stuff over the blonde's back. Two thick fingers slid inside the quiescent vampire, slicking fragrant oil along smooth skin.
Spike groaned as hot, familiar skin slapped against his back. The weight of Xander's body against his pressed him down, making his body slide down the tub. Water lapped at his face, rocking in lazy waves. Still, the languor that had captured him remained strong, even as Xander replaced his fingers with his cock and joined them together.
Xander thrust slowly into Spike's unresisting body, moving without haste. Soon, the vampire began to stir, unable to resist the call of their mating. When the blonde began to move back against him, Xander reached down and hauled Spike up onto his knees. "Come on, Spike," Xander hissed, digging his fingers into the vampire's hips, "Come with me."
Spike shook off the last of the haze that engulfed his mind and reared back, pushing against Xander as the young man thrust forward. Inhumanly strong hands gripped the edge of the tub, muscles rippling as the vampire worked himself on Xander's cock. Spike's back arched sharply, dropping his head against Xander's shoulder. Yellow eyes flashed, ivory fangs glimmering in the faint light of the bathroom.
Xander watched Spike's arousal climb, the demon growling and clawing as water sloshed around them. When sharp features gave way to ridges, Xander slipped one hand around to grasp the vampire's erection. The broken scream that clawed its way out of Spike's throat just made Xander harder, driving him faster, his thrusts coming sharply and erratically.
Spike felt himself gasping for air, reaching for some sort of mortal strength he didn't have or need. Every movement sent his mind spinning and reeling. The sense of being dominated made his demon rage, but not in anger. He reveled in the sensation of Xander taking control of him, of driving into him with a force only a vampire could appreciate. Each killing thrust brought Spike that much closer to a climax that promised to drive him out of his head and into oblivion.
"Now, Spike," Xander ordered harshly, almost growling into Spike's ear. "Come for me, Spike. Give me your pleasure."
Spike's world stilled momentarily. He could feel his demon roar and writhe, and then... Time made up for its pause and ecstasy caught him off-guard, sending him back against Xander as the world fell away once again.
Xander didn't even bother trying to resist the tug and pull of Spike's body as the vampire convulsed. The young man caught Spike as he himself shuddered under the weight of a crushing climax, sinking back into the lukewarm water that surrounded them.
"Sixty-three," Xander murmured, blinking away stray drops of water.
Spike growled briefly and swallowed.
*****
Part 64:
"All we're missing is the guy in the funny hat," Xander commented absently, one bare foot dangling over the edge of their gondola. Spike watched as the young man's toes caused concentric ripples to spread across the water, disappearing into the inky darkness beyond the glow of the lone lantern that illuminated their boat.
"Didn't think you were for a jolly threesome," Spike replied, scooting farther down into the boat. Xander caught the vampire's leg, sliding one of his own in between the blonde's.
Xander shrugged. "Not really, but he could keep the boat moving while we're otherwise occupied." To make his point, Xander pressed the sole of his foot against Spike's crotch, applying slight pressure. At the same time, the young man stroked the arch of Spike's pale foot with one finger, smirking at his lover's hiss.
"If we're not rocking the boat on our own, something's wrong with us," Spike muttered, blinking to clear his vision. Only Xander could make such an innocent action the very embodiment of seduction. For crying out loud, they were skulking about the watery back-alleys of Venice, listening to the city lap against itself. There wasn't anything erotic about...well, actually there *was* quite a bit about their current situation that Spike found arousing, and not just in a romantic Italian city way. Xander was playing in the dark like a vampire would, reveling in the soothing protection of night. Their hotel room wasn't nearly as private as this tiny boat in the middle of the city.
"Hmm..." Xander hummed, rubbing his foot along Spike's erection. The vampire pushed against that foot as nimble toes dug in, outlining the head of his cock. The pressure was exquisite, pushing yellow streaks into Spike's bluest eyes. "You've got a point there, Spike." A warm, wet tongue laved where a finger had been just a moment before. When Spike jerked, blunt teeth followed.
Spike's world wavered from side to side as wet suction on his arch made his eyes cross and rhythmic pressure on his crotch brought his demon to the fore. Everything around him fell into an almost absurd synchrony; the stars began to do the wave, in time to the soft lapping of water against the wooden sides of their gondola. Xander's voice vibrated against his skin, running up his leg and thumping against his balls. A slow breeze capped off the symphony of understated sensations, flowing past Spike's face like a kiss.
Xander pressed harder with his foot, moving quickly. Spike was moaning brokenly, the low sounds pouring out of his slack mouth like tears. Slim, denim-encased hips rocked up to meet his every move, pale fingers digging new scars into the wooden railing they gripped. Xander wanted to see Spike come, head thrashing in fierce completion. He needed his vampire like this, spread open and drugged from pleasure.
Spike was so lulled by the slow, warm setting and Xander's cruel lassitude that he didn't immediately notice when the boy stopped moving. Eventually, though, the loss of touch brought the vampire back into the world. Confused, glowing eyes opened, looking for Xander and an explanation.
What Spike found was a devilish human, poised over him like a hawk. The vampire watched Xander's lips part, a sharp inhalation narrowing the young man's lips. He waited for the exhalation, to feel the brush of warmed air against his face.
It didn't come. Instead, Xander's body slid down, parting the blonde's jeans along the way. Then impossible heat swallowed him whole, teeth brushing here and there as strong hands held his hips steady. A single, ululating scream echoed through the canal as Spike was thrown headlong into ecstasy, capitulating to Xander's demands.
"Sixty-four," Xander said, licking the vampire's release from his lips.
*****
Part 65:
"Mmph."
Xander giggled, pressing his face into Spike's neck. "Very eloquent. I ask you how that was, and I get 'mmph'."
Spike snorted. "Blow a man's mind and expect him to be coherent? You're asking an awful lot."
"Coherent? Nah," Xander retorted. "I just want you to fuck me stupid. You don't need to be coherent for that, just..." A warm hand wrapped around Spike's cock, which twitched in response. "Ready. Unless you don't want to, of course. Wouldn't want to make you do someone you didn't want to."
Spike clamped his arms around Xander's chest and flipped them over, moving so quickly that the boat barely rocked at all. "Don't want to?" He growled, undulating against Xander. "When have I ever *not* wanted to?" He demanded, ridges forming on his forehead.
Xander smirked. "Well, as they say, there's a first time for everything!" The human's hands crept up to fondle the vampire's ass, slipping inside the blonde's back pockets. "And it's always polite to ask."
Spike's face split into a wide, evil grin, though his vampiric visage didn't fade. "Right you are, luv. So..." Xander turned his head to one side as Spike licked across his neck, nipping at his ear. "What would you like me to do?"
"Fuck me," Xander ordered breathlessly. "Please?"
The vampire sighed dramatically. "I'll see what I can do." Contradicting his exaggeratedly tired words, the blonde managed to strip them both naked in under a minute. Xander idly watched his shirt fly overboard and land in a bright orange splash on the surface of the canal, beginning a lazy trek to gods-knew-where. Then the shirt was forgotten as Spike lifted his thighs off the bottom of the boat, separating them roughly. The first stroke of that cold tongue made Xander moan. The second had him screaming as Spike opened him up with each ruthless, cruel thrust.
Spike listened to Xander muffle his screams with a conveniently located pair of jeans. The boy was hot--in every sense of the word. Sweat slickened silken skin as Xander writhed in his confinement, pinioned by Spike's mouth. The vampire pulled away just long enough to line up his cock. Xander's eyes opened just in time for the human to see Spike lunge forward, impaling him in one stroke.
Xander gasped, gulping in great draughts of air. he reached up, curling his fingers around Spike's arms. The vampire moved over him, still thrusting with long, slow strokes. The tinkling sound of water all around them, a quiet counterpart to the slap of flesh and the rush of air between Xander's lips.
Spike sealed his lips against Xander's, kissing him roughly. When the boy made to break their kiss and breathe, Spike exhaled. The young man's low moan told Spike he'd caught on, so the vampire returned his attention to giving Xander what he wanted--a hard coring. The speed and force of his thrusts slowly increased, until his hands were clamped down on the human's hips to keep him still.
Xander took every bit of breath Spike gave him, heady from the scent-taste of blood that flowed between them. He'd cut his tongue on one ivory fang, careless in his lust-induced haze. Spike had been happy enough with the wound, wrapping his tongue around Xander's and growling his approval. Xander simply rocked up to meet the vampire's cock, unable to focus on anything but the whirling pleasure that engulfed him.
Spike thrust harder, faster, showing Xander no mercy. Even when he felt the boy tighten convulsively around him, the vampire pressed on. Xander's sweat pooled under them, mixing with the water that they'd splashed in earlier. The searing spurt of Xander's climax barely registered; Spike delved deeper, harder, trying to climb inside Xander and wrap around his heart.
Xander thrashed through his orgasm, feeling his brain melt into a gooey puddle. The pleasure went on and on as Spike kept stroking his prostate. Xander's vision dimmed, pushed into darkness by the combination of too much oxygen and even more pleasure. The last thing he remembered was Spike's guttural roar as the vampire began to come.
Spike felt his spine shatter as orgasm exploded within him, tearing him apart. His body fell apart, sending him down hard on top of Xander's body. The slowing, rhythmic sound of Xander's breath was just enough focus to keep Spike from passing out.
"Sixty-five," Spike murmured sleepily. Then he grinned. Fucked stupid? Xander was going to croak when he realized that Spike had fucked him unconscious.
*****
Part 66:
"I'm not so sure about this," Xander murmured, squinting at his plane ticket. "Traveling to places I can't pronounce doesn't sound like a very good idea."
Spike rolled his eyes and tugged the young man along. "We're going to miss our boat, Xander. Besides, you'll love it--and Asunci�n is easy to pronounce."
"Oh, shut up. I think you want to go to Paraguay because it takes weeks to get there," Xander accused, waving his ticket. "Could you have fit another month onto this itinerary?"
"I have one word for you: Nauru," Spike replied, smirking.
"Let me guess--island in the middle of the South Pacific," Xander said. He saw Spike's surprise and continued. "I used to dream about going somewhere as far away from my family as possible. Nauru looked good. Tuvalu also."
"Come on," Spike muttered, trying valiantly not to grind his teeth into powder. Some days, he wanted nothing more than to go back to Sunnydale and kill Xander's parents... and employers... and friends... and...
"At least I like boats," Xander stated as they handed their luggage to the attendant.
"You nearly ripped your eyes out on the last flight," Spike reminded him.
"Only because the flight attendant caught on to what we were doing and started stalking us," Xander responded. "Speaking of which..."
"We have a cabin with no windows, for a transatlantic cruise," Spike assured him. "On a cruise ship with a very... understanding staff." He led Xander onto the ship, steadying the boy gently. The flights they'd caught getting here had been uncomfortable and hastily planned, meaning that Xander hadn't slept well. Both of them needed rest.
"Speaking of which," Xander groused, "How the hell did you find a cruise ship that caters to the evil undead?"
Spike just grinned.
As Spike had promised, their cabin was windowless. It was not, however, as cramped as Xander had feared. That didn't equate to spaciousness, but after experiencing train travel, this wasn't so bad. He bounced tiredly on the bed, watching Spike tip the attendant and order dinner.
"Come 'ere," Xander slurred, blinking drunkenly. He wasn't going to make it to dinner; exhaustion was pulling at him in heavy waves. Spike caught the young man just as he began to slump over, preventing him from hitting the floor. "Thanks, Spike."
"You should sleep," Spike ordered, reaching over to pull back the covers. Xander frowned slightly, as though thinking.
Then he moved.
It took most of his remaining energy, but Xander managed to stand up and grab Spike by the arms. The blonde spun around and slammed backward into the wall, just as Xander stepped forward. The vampire's startled gasp was cut off by a hard, wet mouth.
Xander nipped and licked at Spike's lips, creatively dodging his lover's attempts to gain control of the situation. He delved inside that cool mouth, stroking along the vampire's tongue and quickly descending fangs.
Spike shuddered as Xander expertly undid him, heat seeping into his body from every contact point. Every muscle tightened, as though Xander was doing more than just kissing him. Spike tamped down the irrational desire to gulp for air, instead focusing on bringing Xander under control. He failed spectacularly; instead of Xander capitulating to the stronger demon, Spike found that he was the one mewling underneath his lover's ministrations.
Xander knew he was fading fast; he fought a yawn, knowing that just a little more would have Spike where he wanted--panting and game-faced, trembling and shaken. With that in mind, the boy redoubled his efforts, sinking his teeth into the vampire's lower lip.
Spike growled as blunt pain raced through him from where Xander's teeth pressed. No skin was broken, but it didn't matter. The exquisite counterpoint to sensual pleasure was enough to push Spike over the edge. Climax hit him so quickly and unexpectedly that the vampire blinked in confusion even as his body hummed with euphoria.
"Sixty-six," Xander whispered sleepily as he pulled away. A quick glance told him he'd succeeded; a dumbfounded Spike stood slumped against the wall, staring stupidly at him. The young man stumbled to the bed and dove in, toeing his shoes off on the way.
*****
Part 67:
Spike finished off his dinner, wiping away a few errant drops of blood with the back of his hand. Sunrise had been just a few minutes before, which left the vampire stuck in the lower recesses of the ship. True, there were accommodations for the evil undead onboard, but that went only so far as spacious, lower level cabins and a fresh human blood supply. Everything interesting was also sunny and airy, which meant a flamey and dusty Spike.
"Xander?" Spike murmured, seeing that the boy was shifting around in bed as though he might be waking up. The vampire hoped so; he was bored to tears.
"Mmm?" Xander hummed. The young man swore he heard Spike, trying to wake him up. It wasn't going to work; he was asleep and by all the gods he was going to stay that way.
Spike slid into bed next to Xander, reaching over to tweak the brunette's ear. A blunt hand swatted at him, missing by a wide margin. He grinned, catching the hand in cool fingers.
Xander yanked his hand back, burrowing deeper into the bedclothes. The last thing he needed now was an amorous vampire, working like the very devil to ruin his nap. Apparently Spike couldn't tell the difference between 'let's play' and 'leave me the hell alone', because as soon as Xander freed his hand, Spike snagged it back.
Spike grinned, watching Xander struggle into wakefulness. He let the boy's hand go again, only to find that Xander reached for his jeans. The blonde's eyes rolled back in his head as nimble fingers freed his erection and wrapped around him, stroking him hard and fast.
Xander sighed and moved his hand faster, hoping that this would satisfy Spike so he could go back to sleep. He loved Spike to death, but he also loved his precious rest.
Spike's hips bucked and rolled as Xander stripped his cock with rough strokes. The blonde let Xander take the lead, not bothering to fight the rapid pace. Within minutes, he was reduced to a boneless puddle of sated demon.
Xander released Spike's softening flesh, reaching up to pat the vampire's cheek. "Sixty-seven. Go 'way now. Need to sleep."
Spike blinked. Cold come stuck to his eye and nose, slowly dripping down his chin. After a moment, he levered himself off the bed and strode towards the bathroom. "The bloom is very definitely off the rose," He muttered as the door closed behind him.
*****
Part 68:
Spike stood under a weak spray of lukewarm water, letting his hair mat over his eyes. He felt like shit. What did it say about him that Xander felt beholden to touch him? Since when had sex become a chore? Until now, Spike had considered their relationship to be a bit more than their prolific sex life. Apparently, that aspect of it was a bit burdensome for Xander. That was something Spike could easily correct; all it required was him staying away from Xander all the time. Then he wouldn't be tempted to touch.
Eventually the vampire found a bottle of some kind of soap and glopped it in his hair. The stuff stung his eyes and made his mouth taste funny, but he made no effort to wash it away.
Xander heard the shower start and knew that he wouldn't get back to sleep. It wasn't the sound of water that kept him awake, but rather Spike's parting words. He knew the vampire hadn't intended to be heard, but he had. Xander never intended to hurt Spike like that; hells, he hadn't even thought about what he was doing. He'd been more than half asleep, and for him sleep was better than beer for making him silly.
He sighed and rolled out of bed, figuring that if he didn't nip this little situation in the bud, the rest of their cruise would end up a big, sticky ball of misery.
Spike heard the door open and watched warily as Xander stepped inside. "Hiya," The brunette murmured, stripping off his clothes. "Any warm water left?"
"Yeah," Spike whispered. Xander slid next to him, turning the water warmer. The vampire didn't resist when Xander draped his arms around him, pressing them together.
"You ok?" Xander asked, leaning forward to push Spike against the shower wall. He ran his fingers up and down Spike's spine, rubbing at each little ridge. Big, watery blue eyes stared back at him.
"Mm hmm," Spike hummed unconvincingly. He was confused; Xander seemed just fine at the moment, acting like his normal self. What was going on? He decided that the best approach was silence, since saying something might lead to one of their monumental mutual misunderstandings.
Xander kissed Spike gently, tasting the remnants of what seemed to be body gel. He shook off the questioning thought of how Spike got the gel in his mouth, ignoring the flavor in favor of letting the combination of Spike and a warm shower remind him of how nice being awake really was.
"You know," Xander said as he moved down to lick across the blonde's neck, "It's always a bad idea to play around with me when I'm half awake. It's worse than when I'm drunk; I just sorta fuck everything up with no effort at all."
"Oh," Spike said, trying to focus through the feel of Xander biting one of his collarbones.
"Besides, it's daylight out. Shouldn't you be asleep too?" Xander inquired curiously. He reached for the shower gel, squeezing out a measure onto Spike's chest. The stuff slithered down to the vampire's navel before Xander caught it, smearing the stuff everywhere.
"Huh?" Spike grumbled. "Sleep? Probably." He gave up on thinking altogether when Xander's hand slipped lower, slathering his cock in something slippery. Then that warm, human body was back, pressing against him, moving this way and that. Xander's cock slid against his, beckoning him to move, to respond to his beautiful boy's body.
"Yeah, right there," Xander whispered, thrusting against Spike. Cool hands gripped his hips, dragging him up and down. The young man turned his head just enough to capture Spike's mouth again, twining their tongues together.
Spike felt Xander's tongue along his teeth, searching for still-hidden fangs. He let himself shift forms, as always shocked by the fact that Xander actually found his demonic face arousing. Xander showed his appreciation by laving at those sharp fangs before moving on, pressing kisses over the ridges and bumps that defined the demon Spike usually hid.
Xander focused totally on Spike, entranced by the sheer, restrained power that was wrapped around him. Fingers that could bend steel holding him so carefully; a set of teeth capable of ripping his throat out, just behind pale lips. Mostly, though, there were those yellow eyes, glowing and unblinking. Xander lost himself in them, bright as the sun and twice as beautiful.
Spike felt Xander still and shudder against him as hot seed spilled, instantly washed away by the still-falling water. Xander's face fell into a mask of pleasure--eyes blind and curved mouth open. The blonde was undone by the sight, his own climax flowing through him like a harsh wind.
"Sixty-Eight," Xander murmured, grinning. "Wanna go back to bed?"
Spike yawned, still in gameface. "I could sleep, yes."
"Sleep, my ass."
*****
Part 69:
Spike caught Xander just as they reached the bed, tumbling both of them down. The vampire let his fingers roam over moist, warm skin as the boy struggled to turn them both over, trying to gain dominance over the situation. Unfortunately for Xander, being tickled put him at a disadvantage.
"S-stop," Xander gasped between spates of laughter, trying in vain to control the errant blonde. "You're being evil!"
"Fancy that," Spike murmured lightly. When Xander reached for his hands, Spike simply flipped onto his side, sending the young man topping over. The blonde then had no difficulty in reaching Xander's very ticklish knees, which he attacked with playful vigor.
Xander swore even as he writhed, wishing there was some way to make Spike stop. The damned vampire had done this before-tickling him into insanity. Last time, Spike had very definitely won. This time, however... It only took a moment of laughter-blurred thought for the boy to see the perfect opportunity for victory.
Spike edged one hand towards Xander's torso, intending to lay waste to the boy's sensitive ribs. He'd almost reached his goal when, without warning, incredibly wet heat engulfed his cock. Sharp expletives flowed unbidden from his lips as the vampire realized that he'd failed to notice Xander repositioning himself...
Xander wondered briefly what it meant about him that having Spike inside his mouth like this ranked high in his top ten favorite things to do. Then again, Spike himself was at the top of that exalted list, so maybe it wasn't so surprising. There was something, though, about the cool, coppery scent of the vampire that made Xander's soul ache. The inhuman intensity of Spike's presence within him, around him, touching him...sometimes Xander felt like he was being burned alive by it. Right now the taste of Spike on his tongue was washing his mind clean, removing thoughts of anything else. What else was there, but his lover?
Spike shuddered against Xander's thigh, startled by the sheer ferocity of the human's assault. Hot suction, damning tongue and devilish fingers were sending the vampire straight to heaven. He was spinning out of control, as though he'd not been pleasured twice by his lover already. The blonde searched blindly for Xander's own straining erection, needing something to distract him before he lost it completely. The challenge of mirroring Xander's every move would do the trick, he was sure.
Xander swallowed convulsively around Spike when incredible coolness took him in. A slick, muscular tongue pressed against the underside of his cock, urging him to resume. With a shaky moan, he did so, pulling back to stroke at Spike's foreskin with his lips. Spike did the same, squeezing Xander's bare glans and licking away the precome that accumulated there.
Xander focused on Spike, on massaging the vampire's swollen testicles as he swallowed that thick shaft once again. Xander felt Spike growl in response. Then the smooth, sharp cheek that lay against his thigh began to shift, turning harder. He spared a glance down, eyes widening as he took in the sight of Spike's demonic face...yellow eyes...fangs surrounding his cock...
Spike let his fangs just barely brush Xander's erection, continuously stroking the sensitive head with his tongue. The boy shuddered once, and then fell still--except for his own mouth. The vampire's eyes rolled back into his head as Xander sucked harder, obviously aroused by the danger of being taken in by a demon.
Xander could feel his orgasm building, shoved into the present by the bloody promise of Spike's nature. He was determined to bring the blonde with him into whatever screaming, mind-blowing place he was going, so the boy redoubled his efforts, dragging fingers over the vampire's sensitive hole as he worked the pale cock in his mouth.
Spike felt the first shot of searing fluid hit the back of his throat just as his own body was hurled into ecstasy, jerking and shuddering with the intensity of it. The faintest taste of copper drifted through his mouth where Xander had brushed against one of his fangs, breaking the skin just enough for a single drop of blood to well up. The flavor was enough to send Spike's body into convulsions again, spilling yet more cold release across Xander's waiting tongue.
Xander held Spike until the last trembling shudder passed and the vampire lay still upon the bed. Only then did he roll away, carefully extracting them from their twined position. Ivory arms encircled him as he lay back down, head cradled in the crook of Spike's neck. "Mmm...Sixty-nine," He murmured, reaching for a blanket.
Spike giggled.
*****
Part 70:
Xander rolled his eyes at Spike's incessant giggling, wishing the vampire had the good grace to keep his amusement private. After all, it had been the sixty-ninth celebration of Spike's age--who was Xander to go against the numbers? "Spike, it's not *that* funny," He muttered, turning them so that the vampire was flat on his back.
Spike looked up into Xander's face, a fresh burst of laughter bubbling up from his chest. "Y-yeah it is," He countered, eyes tearing. "S-sixty-nine!" He gasped brokenly, chuckling like a madman.
Xander decided that if he wanted Spike to shut up, he was going to have to take matters into his own hands. He made use of the vampire's distraction, acquiring lubricant from the nightstand with one hand while easing between Spike's legs. The blonde barely had time for a surprised squeak when Xander sealed their mouths together, pushing one slick finger deep inside at the same time.
Spike opened to Xander, humor forgotten as their kiss brought him the taste of himself in Xander's mouth. The deep thrust of Xander's finger inside him elicited a gasp, and then a moan as a second finger slid in next to the first. Cool hands came up to knead and grasp at Xander's shoulders, wordlessly urging him on.
Xander pulled back slightly, positioning himself better. Then his fingers were replaced by his cock, sliding in with measured slowness. He listened with relish to the way Spike's hissing moan deepened as he moved, urging him faster. Silken legs wrapped around his waist, tying human to vampire in an intimate embrace.
"I love this," Xander breathed, once more leaning down to kiss Spike. He hovered just above the vampire's lips, ignoring the demon's wordless demands to be fucked, kissed or both. "Being inside you."
Spike rolled his hips, taking the boy deeper and physically pleading for him to move. Xander's response was a liquid glide that sent lightning up Spike's nerves, exploding in the base of his brain. "Cool. Tight. Gods, Spike, do you have any idea how *good* this feels?" The young man asked, still almost-but-not-quite kissing the blonde.
Bright blue eyes met brown. Xander thrust again, still teasing Spike with his body. "Seeing you like this, though, really does it for me," Xander continued, moving ever so slightly faster. "Knowing that it's me making you bite your lip, me making you beg for more. That I'm the one you want spreading you open and taking you."
A warm hand closed around Spike's erection, changing his emotion-filled groan into a sharp hiss. Xander's tongue traced Spike's lips as their bodies met, danced and separated, straining higher and faster in search of familiar, seething pleasure.
Spike felt something stretch, twist and snap in his mind. Then he moved, using preternatural speed to overpower Xander's mischievous taunting. Cool lips met blood-hot, sealing together in a promise of war and repentance. Slender fingers skated down glowing skin to grasp at flowing hips. Xander found himself directed, at the command of his taken lover. It was an intoxicating experience, to be at the mercy of Spike's hands.
Xander cried out as his body fled his control, spilling out in a rush of euphoric agony. He felt Spike jerk and quiver even as he was filled, cool release pooling between them. The vampire cried out, breaking their kiss. Xander listened to the odd, hollow sound as it died away, bringing Spike back into the world.
"Seventy," Xander said as he fell to the side. "Nap with me, Spike. Don't think I can move now."
Spike wordlessly agreed, letting Xander right the tangled blanket to cover them again.
*****