Next evening, and Spike was wondering what Xander had in mind: it had been possible to hear mental cogs turning all day.  Despite Xander’s bright and breeziness, Spike was unsuccessfully attempting to ready himself for a change of heart, the human’s sudden realisation that he was living with a repulsive creature he could neither love nor trust.  This time the fuck off would be delivered kindly, but it would still be fuck off.

But no.  Every damning sentence that Xander launched into turned out to be routine, joking, loving; everyday words about home, food, dog, wedding, work, gallery that seemed bizarrely out of place in the wake of yesterday’s confessions.

Xander smiled and touched, whispered of his love and admiration, yet behind the adoration the cogs turned and turned.  Spike waited in anxious expectation of I love you but fuck off.  He received only I love you, but needed to lip-read the sentiment as the words were drowned out by sounds of turning cogs.

At dusk Spike received a clue.

“I want you to go out,” Xander suddenly announced.

“Now?”

“Now.”

Alarm from the vampire as he imagined his worst fears were about to come true.

“Are you sending me away?”

Xander took a casual stroll to his partner, trying to play down the mischievous expression that seemed determined to swarm over his features.

“As far as…the gallery.  Go to the studio and wait.”

“What for?”

An enigmatic smile and Xander caught Spike behind the neck, pulling him into a hard kiss.

“Just do it.”

“I…”

“Uh,” Xander stopped him sharply.

“But…”

“Uh-uh.”

“Can’t we…”

“Uh-uh-uh-uh.”

Spike found himself being guided into the hallway, duster foisted upon him.  Car keys were jammed into his hand and he was ushered toward the garage.  He looked around but…

“Leave Henry here this time.”

“But…”

“Uh!”

Spike dug his heels in and glared at Xander, only to have his show of belligerence completely undermined by a well-timed pout and puppy-dog eyes.

“All right!” he exclaimed, throwing up his hands in surrender.  “I’m off.  You, umm…  You are going to join me?”  Xander rolled his eyes and shooed.  “Will you be long?”

“Just go.”

Muttering to himself, Spike gave Xander a quick kiss and left.  Xander waited to hear the Jag pull away then ran for the shower, full of excitement and feeling agreeably foolish with it.

…

Spike had deliberately moved the easel away from the studio door in a bid to stop himself staring expectantly at it for ten minutes at a time.  Instead, as he drew, he was preoccupied with listening (plus the little matter of convincing himself this wasn’t an outlandish Xander-type way of being dumped), and he smiled to himself with pleasure and relief at the sound and scent of Xander’s entrance, the rasp of the bolt being closed to ensure their complete privacy.  In his mind he took every step with his partner, knew when he was in the doorway behind him, and was about to face him when Xander spoke.

“No, don’t turn around, not yet.  Please.  Don’t say a word, I just want you to listen to me.”  Spike frowned to himself, trying to rack his brain for a reference, but the intense thought was blown apart by a waft of pheromones.  Not listen and be dropkicked outta here, more listen and be…  Oh, yes!  He composed himself and listened to Xander’s scenario unfold.  “I know you hold me in utter contempt, I know you think I’m just the worthless and stupid Scooby, but I had to take a chance and come here.”

Spike took a sharp breath as it clicked into place: it was as if his entire being recognised the fantasy he’d lived and relived hundreds of times during their Sunnydale years.  And he knew he had to play his part despite wanting to throw Xander over the desk and fuck him instantly.  Adopting a carefully manufactured sneer, he turned to his partner, snarky words dying on his lips at the sight before him.

Silk and leather, just like he’d told Xander, close enough to the fantasy to be mind-blowing.  The old jacket Spike loved him in, white silk shirt and burgundy leather pants.

“What do you want?” Spike asked, trying to sound indifferent but unable to stop the desire from creeping into his voice.  Surely there should be another line here, something sharp and coarsely witty and designed to send the insecure young man reeling, but all Spike’s brain could manage was a constant, pounding echo of the last word he’d spoken.

Xander took a couple of steps into the room, swallowed hard, even managed to smell right, and what he’d manufactured inside his head to produce the hint of fear within the lust Spike couldn’t imagine, but it was positively intoxicating.

“You,” Xander whispered.  “I want you.  I know it’s not reciprocated, I don’t deserve for it to be, I’ve got nothing to offer you.  But I’ve wanted you from the moment I first set eyes on you.  It’s an honest want.  And I’ll do whatever it takes to have you.  Please, Spike.”  Xander shrugged off the jacket, letting it fall to the floor unheeded.  “You’re so beautiful, and I know I’m not supposed to say that to another guy, but you are.”  He began to unbutton the shirt.  Slowly.  “I can’t stop thinking about how it would be to…  Just to be allowed to kiss you.  I know you wouldn’t permit that, way too personal, but…  I dream about you.  Fantasize over you.  I touch myself and pretend it’s you and it’s killing me that I can’t touch you back.”  The shirt fluttered to the floor to join the jacket.

As with the fantasy Spike had related, Xander’s eyes never left his; as Xander popped his waistband button and unzipped, tooth by tooth, the human watched the emotions flicker over Spike’s expressive face, desiring him as much for the manufactured caution as for the lust.

“Will you have me, Spike?  I want so much for you to fuck me.  Be my first.  My only.  There’s no-one else I’ll ever want this much.”  Xander peeled back the leather to expose his raging erection, and he toed off his shoes before losing the pants and standing naked before his would-be lover.  “I want you.  Turn me down and I won’t bother you again.  But I’ll keep on wanting you, and I need you to know that.”

Spike felt himself trembling and couldn’t find a way to stop it.  His Xander, so perfect, so hard for him, just as he’d always wanted.  He took a breath to speak but nothing emerged.  Faced with the desperate question on Xander’s face, he simply nodded.  As Xander approached, Spike took one automatic step toward him, wincing as his cock grated against his zipper, smelling his own pre-come as it soaked into denim.

Xander stopped – close but not too close – waiting nervously until Spike gave another nod, and hands rose to unfasten buttons, fumbling momentarily, but soon the shirt was going the way of Xander’s outfit, and warm hands moved to Spike’s waistband.  Their eyes met, and once again Xander had remembered and captured the sense of the fantasy in the way he looked at the vampire: fascinated and wanting, Spike had asked for.  Fascinated and wanting Spike got.

Eye contact was lost as Xander knelt to remove Spike’s boots, but it was restored as he unbuttoned the fly of Spike’s jeans, hands unintentionally brushing against the straining bulge and making the vampire breathe.

“Need you so much, please don’t change your mind.  It’s all I want, to have you in me, the first, to be deep inside me.”

Spike’s cock sprang free and, without warning, Xander took it into his mouth; the vampire gasped and began to fold forward, hands clamping on the human’s shoulders, fingers bruising as they sank into muscle.  Xander flinched but wasn’t deterred, fisting and pumping Spike’s shaft as he sucked the sensitive head, tongue pressing forcefully into the slit.  Okay, Sunnydale Xander wouldn’t have known how much Spike liked that particular sensation, but he might have shown some imagination.

“Oh, love,” Spike groaned carelessly as he finally found his voice.

In character, Xander stalled, releasing Spike from his mouth to stare up and into the vampire’s face.

“You called me…  Does that mean yes?  You’re going to have me?” Xander asked with cautious optimism.

“Yes,” Spike hissed impatiently, attempting to guide Xander’s mouth back to exactly where he wanted it.

With a shake of the head, Xander was free, and he quickly rose and moved to a storage unit that he judged to be the most convenient height, leaning over it and resting on his elbows.

“Take me, Spike.  Fuck me.”

Recalling more of Spike’s original fantasy, Xander repositioned himself, hands on his buttocks; taking a firm hold of his cheeks he parted them, exposing himself.  A low growl of unreserved horniness from Spike sent a fresh bolt of arousal to Xander’s cock, and he wondered if he was going to be able to maintain any kind of self-control when Spike touched him.  He’d soon find out.

Cool fingers skimmed over the hands that made the offering before gently teasing Xander’s opening.  Spike let out a long, heartfelt groan as he probed with a fingertip and found Xander slicked.

“You’re ready.  Ready for me.”

“Want you,” Xander barely managed to articulate as Spike explored him, inside and out.  “Want you,” again as he felt Spike’s cock entering his body.  “Oh, God, yeah, fuck me.”

The fantasy fell to pieces.  No disconcerting time warps or freaking out for home, just Xander begging for a fuck and Spike obliging, whispering insistently that this was now and feeling Xander release the tense character he’d been playing and becoming present-day Xander, rising against his lover, pressing his back to Spike’s chest and letting his head rest against Spike’s, all the while listening to the stream of crude and loving nonsense that poured from the vampire’s mouth as his hips swivelled and thrust and worked his cock inside Xander until they were one massive, quivering orgasm waiting to happen.

“I have you, Xan.  You’re mine, all fucking mine.  Waited forever, now you’re all.  Fucking.  Mine.”

Xander fell forward over the unit, using the leverage to jerk back against his lover.

“Now Spike,” he implored raggedly, “I can’t wait, I can’t stop myself, please…”

“Now,” as hoarse a reply, and Spike sank into a gasping, grasping, fucking frenzy as he released himself into Xander, barely hearing Xander’s exclamations of pleasure as his climax was battered from him.

…

“Weren’t you supposed to at least make a token objection?” Xander teased as he began to recover.

“Probably.”

“We’re not good at this.”

“No, not good, we’re bloody great.”

“We can never make it last.  A minute into the fantasy and all we want is to fuck ourselves blind.”

“Deaf.”

“Deaf?”

“Not blind.  I’ve come so hard before now I’ve been deaf.”

“With me?”

“Course with you.”

“You’ll use that now when you want to ignore me and go straight to sleep after you’ve come.”

“No, love,” Spike denied, making a mental note nevertheless.

“I wanted this to last.  I have to develop some self-control.”

“Come off it, love.  How many times have we laid in bed, you buried inside me, and it’s been soft and sweet, and you’ve fucked me for two hours before you’ve even thought about really getting going?”

“That’s different.”

“Always is with you, innit?”

Xander shifted and Spike slid out of his body, but the vampire’s hands kept caressing and teasing, and soon Xander was ready for more.

“Here?” Xander asked, looking around for the next appropriate surface.

“Home.  I have something I want to share.”

“Cool.  What?”

“Slideshow.  All those naughty pictures we’ve taken of us.  There are some in there you haven’t seen, and I’d like to get your reaction.”

“I think you can guess my reaction,” Xander smiled.  And if not…”  He took Spike’s hand and wrapped it around his reviving cock.  “…here’s a clue.”

…

Home, and Spike was desperate to have his lover again, the lingering scent of their recent coupling filling his senses, the aroma of Xander having irremovably penetrated every pore.  Out of the Jag and impatiently waiting as the Merc cruised up the drive, Spike glanced skyward as an eerie amber light flickered, streaked, flickered and disappeared, all way above his head but too close for comfort.  He deliberated investigating what was bouncing off the ward, but only for as long as it took Xander to climb from his car.  Fresh waft of sexy human and Spike’s focus zoomed in and nothing mattered but Xander, and the prospect of getting him naked as rapidly as possible.  That outfit…  Spike revised his thought of seconds earlier, wanting Xander accessible rather than naked.

Xander saw the look that trailed over his body and delighted in it before the doubts kicked in.  Okay, he accepted that he wasn’t entirely in control of the Angel phobia, but silk and leather was Angelus not Angel, and Spike and Angelus…  Xander swiftly clamped down on that train of thought but Spike had noticed the momentary consternation and instead of sweeping Xander off his feet with a mind to fucking him into next week, he gently took his hands as they met and squeezed encouragingly.

“What’s troubling you, love?”

“Nothing.”

“You know better than to lie to me,” Spike smiled.

“You don’t want to know,” Xander promised with a weary sigh.  “I’m irritating myself enough with it, you don’t need to join in.”

The smile lessened, changed to something sympathetic.

“Not still him, is it?”

Xander tightened his grip now and returned the gesture, but his smile was full of embarrassment and even a little shame.  Spike gently kissed the expression away, and led him indoors.

“I’m sorry, Spike.”

“None of that.  Just…tell me.”

“These clothes.”  Flash of lust in Spike’s eyes at those words, and it made Xander want to stop talking rationally and start yelling and punching the walls like a man gone mad.  Act your fucking age, you jerk! he uncharitably warned himself.  Took a deep breath.  “Do they remind you of Angel?”

That calmed the vampire’s horny expression right down.

“Angel?  Why…”  Spike took a moment to think about that, think about Angelus’ tastes.  “Oh, right.  Right.  I understand now.”  He glanced at Xander’s troubled face.  “Nothing to do with him, love, I promise.  In fact, him wearing them is almost aversion therapy.  It’s about how certain materials make a body feel.  Tell me you don’t feel sexy in them.”  Xander stopped fretting about Angel and obediently sent his thoughts in the direction Spike had indicated.  “You look sexy in them, Xander.  You look bloody sensational, nothing less.”

“Do I?  I feel…  I don’t know, I just feel a fool in them.  A fraud: I can’t carry this off.  Clothes can’t make me sexy.  It’s you that makes me feel sexy, and beyond that…I’m simply not.”

Spike gave him an indulgent look, for that brief instant knowing he was dealing with a deluded fool.

“You are.  So.”

“So?”

“So,” Spike confirmed, and a fleeting smile lit Xander’s features.

“How about you, Spike?  How do they make you feel?”

“Well, I love the textures.  And the smell of the leather.  The sound of the silk.  I want to be naked and fucked while you’re in them.”  Spike began a slow stalk over to Xander.  “Maybe you haven’t noticed, but I have very.  Sensitive.  Skin.”

Xander’s breathing grew heavier at Spike’s approach, chest heaving with excitement at the expression on the vampire’s face, knowing one or the other of them was going to be fucked senseless in the very near future.  But Spike came to a halt two feet from him.

“Angel?” Spike grimaced.  “You think they remind me of Angel?  Do they remind you of Angel?”

“Spike…”

“Ah, you’ve put me right off now.  Think I’ll have a cuppa instead.”  Spike snatched Xander into his arms before he could comment, growling into his human’s neck.  “You can talk about me and leather.  I’ve seen you during re-runs of Farscape.”

Xander didn’t bother with pointless protestations of innocence.

“Not the same thing at all.”

“Oh, this should be good.”  Spike lifted his head to see Xander’s face.  “Why isn’t it?”

“Because I didn’t spend decades fucking around with John Crichton, that’s why.”  Spike gave a customary smirk.  “What?” Xander demanded.

“It’s a thought though.”

Xander glazed over for a moment then snapped back.

“No changing the subject.”

“Look, Xander, Angelus might have been here first, he may have got to fuck me…”

“Don’t even want to hear the words!”

“But he’s never had what you’ve got, and what you’ve got is all he ever wanted.”  Xander waited.  Spike took Xander’s hand and brought it to his brow…  “You touch my mind.”  …to his chest…  “You touch my heart.”  …to his groin…  “You touch my body.”  Spike cradled the hand between his own.  “I love you with everything I am; he never got that.  He had to settle for this demon’s grudging in-borne loyalty to its imposed sire; you get everything that I am, you get me, the demon, William.  Separate or whole, all in love with you.”

They shared a tender kiss.

“You’re a poet,” Xander whispered.

“And you’ll never know how wrong you are,” Spike chuckled.  A rapid kiss now, and Spike was drawing Xander toward the stairs.  “Want you to see those pictures,” and suddenly Xander was dragging Spike.

Before they reached the studio, where Spike’s laptop was situated, Spike diverted them into their bedroom, to a spot before the mirror.  Xander tried his best not to look at himself.

“What?” he asked awkwardly.

“Look at you.  Look how beautiful you are.”

“Don’t make me, I feel an idiot.”

“Just look, damn you!”

Xander finally did as he was told.  And it wasn’t the loser who’d stared back at him from the reflection in his office window a year ago.  This was Spike’s Xander, and that made him a winner.  Spike was close to his back, and he ran his hands around Xander’s waist, over his stomach and chest, down to caress his hips and thighs.  A pale hand found its way to Xander’s growing cock as they watched through the mirror.

“See,” Xander said hoarsely.  “It’s you that makes me sexy.”

Xander was suddenly abandoned and he turned to grope out after his lover.

“How was Angel here?” Spike asked Xander lightly as he teased him by keeping just out of his grasp.  “Forget the Angelus interludes of the past, think of the Angel that was here.  During your recuperation last year, that time’s as honest as you’ll get.”

Xander did think.  He remembered the new improved Angel, sartorial elegance having been abandoned in favour of spending every spare moment with his family, sitting cross-legged on the end of the bed, plain t-shirt, old jeans, bare feet.  Hardly silk and leather.  Point made and taken.

“Right.  Right.  Actually, he was kinda sexy, I think it was the feet…”  Xander laughed as Spike pounced with a growl.  “Joking, joking, nobody sexy in my life but you!”

“That’s all we need.  Sort out the rest of the mess just for you to develop a crush on that geriatric tosser.”

“No crushing on anyone but William the Bloody, that’s a promise.”

“Setting aside John Crichton’s leather-clad arse.  How about…” Spike asked between kisses.  “Patrick.”

“Pat?  Why Pat?” Xander asked, thoroughly intrigued by Spike’s thoughtful expression.

“It’s that sensation when…  When he holds you, and you feel…”

“Safe?”

“It is safe, isn’t it?  Like he can put everything in the world right, even when we know the poor sod can’t.”

“What do you mean?”

“Can’t wave a magic wand over me, can he?”

“Have you asked him to?”

“I have,” Spike admitted shyly.

“You…!  Did he think you were insane?”

“No.  He…”  Definite memories, and several fragments of previously forgotten encounters zapped through Spike’s mind, raising not curiosity or anger, but an overwhelming sensation of trust.  “Held me.  He held me and, like I said…”

“God damn!  You have a crush on Pat!”

“Nah, you daft bugger.  Just saying it would make a sight more sense than hankering after sodding Angelus.”  The comical frown deepened.  “And what about his feet?  I have much nicer feet, don’t you forget it.”

Xander abruptly remembered the state of Spike’s feet when he’d first found him; he remembered finding out how they got to be in that appalling state.  He thought of William protecting Spike, and loved him very much indeed.  Mid-shiver, he tipped Spike onto the bed and quickly removed his boots, lovingly caressing every inch of flesh that showed beyond the hems of his jeans, dipping to kiss every individual toe.  Spike watched the procession along the digits, slightly bemused, more than slightly aroused because all Xander ever had to do was touch him, no matter where.

“You have the best feet,” Xander told him.

“I have a pretty good slideshow too.”

Xander found himself being yanked along in the vampire’s wake and this time they made it to the studio, waiting impatiently for the laptop to boot up.

“What pictures?” Xander wanted to know as he took a second out from trying to will the computer to speed up.

“All of the good ones.”

“What ones I haven’t seen?”

“D’know, I haven’t seen them either.  Not since they were taken.  Thought it would be something nice for us to share.”

“Mmm, nice to share” Xander said smoothly, the sire voice that Spike adored.  “You’re such a good, considerate—”

A sharp elbow in the ribs stopped Xander while Spike still had concentration enough to find the right programme and files.  Xander sniggered and moved in closer.  In a reversal of their position at the mirror, Spike stood at the desk setting up the slideshow while Xander pressed against his back, nuzzling the vampire’s neck and pinching his nipples, sending wave after wave of tremors through his body, much to Xander’s delight.

“Oh, fuck,” Spike suddenly whispered.

“What?”

“Look, just…”  Xander rested his chin on Spike’s shoulder and stared at the picture on the monitor.  Xander, close-up, very close-up, close-up as in navel to thigh-tops, and wrapped only in a fine cotton sheet; he remembered Spike getting him more and more excited before instructing him to pull the sheet tight over his saliva-damp erection.  The resulting photograph was somewhat…explicit.

“Wow,” Xander said in the same tone as Spike’s.

Spike ran a light touch over the screen, tracing.

“Look at that,” he said, any strength in his voice stolen away by lust.

“Yeah.”

“There…”  Spike followed a line with his fingertips.  “That ridge.  The head of your cock.  So…blatant.  And…”  He indicated the translucent spot on the sheet where’s Xander’s pre-come had soaked through.  Spike closed his eyes for a moment.  “Oh, fuck.”

“What?”

“My brain just came,” Spike said hoarsely, before leaning back into Xander with a snicker.  Xander joined in for a moment before reaching around Spike’s body to rub his erection through his jeans.  “Oh, love, what you do to me.  Nobody…  Nobody else…”  Spike’s words dissolved into a quiet moan as his flies were opened and a hot hand liberated his cock.

“Sweetheart,” Xander murmured into his ear.  “Can I fuck you?  Like this?  With you looking at those pictures?  Please, try to trust me, I’ll keep talking to you, you’ll always know it’s me.”  Xander kept stoking and nuzzling until Spike’s thinking time had become ridiculously extended.  “It’s okay, forget I…”

“Yes, love,” Spike blurted out before the offer was withdrawn.  “Yes.”

“Don’t do this just for me.”

“I want to try.”  Spike opened a desk drawer and grabbed a tube of lubricant, shoving it into Xander’s hand.  “Let’s try.”

Xander tucked the tube into his pants pocket and turned Spike around to kiss him, taking his time and wishing there was a sure-fire way to keep Spike calm, already regretting despite not regretting, this suggestion.  He wanted Spike to be free from the influence of the men who had damaged him in the past, and he was convinced he could help Spike to realise how brave he really was.  Gradually he stripped the vampire, worshipping the flesh that was revealed, licking and kissing as he went, tasting Spike from brow to toes, back to suck his cock and balls, rubbing his face over the rigid member until his cheeks were smeared with pre-come and the vampire was pulling him up to be licked clean.  As they progressed to more kisses, Spike’s hands slid to Xander’s trapped cock, exploring him through the straining leather, finally taking the hint as Xander humped his palm and freeing him to an accompaniment of moaned appreciation.

Xander slowly brought Spike around, once again drawing out his attention to Spike’s body, neck to heels, then tilting him against the desk and licking down his spine into the cleft of his buttocks, lower, deeper, prising the muscular cheeks apart to explore further with a probing tongue until Spike was gasping and begging for something more substantial.  Slicked fingers followed, still not enough according to the vampire’s coarse demands, even as three probed and wriggled and threatened to make his knees buckle.

Xander smothered his cock with lubricant to make sure this was as easy an entry as possible, standing and winding an arm around Spike’s waist, stroking in the calming rhythm he’d used many times with his too-often fraught partner.  Easing Spike’s legs a little further apart, Xander positioned himself.

“It’s Xander, sweetheart, this is Xander, always me, you know that, yeah?”  Spike gave a short, nervous nod.  “Keep thinking Xander.  Your consort, Spike, your sire.  Xander who loves you.”

“Xander,” Spike groaned, pushing his hips back.

Xander stayed absolutely still and let Spike impale himself, completely in control of this penetration.  The soft reassurance never ceased however, and Xander continued to whisper of his love and desire, kept up the steady caresses over the flat belly, hand only dropping to the vampire’s semi-erect cock when Spike stopped moving, satisfied that Xander was firmly embedded inside him.

“Okay?”

“Yeah.”

“You feel so good, sweetheart, you always feel so good.”

“Move,” Spike demanded, voice strained from anxiety.

“You want this over with?  ‘Cause you’re the one who said we don’t do that.”

“No.”

Xander’s fingers played lightly over the stiffening flesh in his hand, rolling the foreskin teasingly up and down before it was stretched too tightly to move easily.  Spike trembled and glanced over his shoulder at Xander for reassurance.

“We can stop,” Xander promised.  “Let’s…”

“No.  No, don’t stop.”

“So glad you said that,” Xander did a fair version of Spike’s purry voice and the vampire squirmed back against him in appreciation.  “Hit the button.”

“Huh?”

“Slideshow,” Xander grinned, enjoying Spike’s distracted state now he was beginning to relax a little.

One click later, Xander rocked inside his partner, keeping as close as possible to give Spike the benefit of the silk and leather.  He began a commentary on the passing photographs, taking care to listen to Spike’s breathing for signs of panic rather than passion, continuously assessing the level of unease in the body beneath his wandering hands.  When the pictures were Xander and exciting, Spike would grasp leather and pull Xander into him, holding him in place and grinding back onto his cock; when the photos were of himself his attention lessened, and it was then that Xander would be aware of the quick backward glances increasing in frequency.

A run of his own pictures and Spike was twisting in Xander’s arms in an attempt to make eye contact, his breathing speeding up as he became antsy in this position.  Xander pushed a finger into his mouth…

“Break the skin.”

…knowing that the taste of his blood would reassure Spike, and beginning a harder fuck when the vampire groaned as yet more of his senses were assaulted.  Wanting to finish this without pushing Spike too much farther, Xander’s fist slid over solid flesh that was slippery with pre-come, gripping tightly and pumping Spike’s cock relentlessly…

“Come for me, sweetheart, want to see you come, you know it’s such a turn-on when you come for me.”

…until Spike’s hand came up to grab Xander’s hair and used the hold to guide Xander’s mouth to his mark; Xander clutched Spike hard to him, sinking his teeth into the offered flesh and feeling the body in his grip jerk into orgasm.

It actually took Xander a few minutes to realise that he hadn’t come too, that he’d been so wrapped up in Spike’s welfare that his personal pleasure had become irrelevant.  But, of course, now he had realised, all he wanted was to fuck Spike like crazy until he was done.  Not in this position.  So, still being the good boyfriend, he began to ease himself out of Spike’s body.  A hand flew back and kept him where he was, twisting in the leather and tugging him as close as possible.

“I love you so much, Xander,” Spike said softly.  Fervently.  “It’s a fire inside me, you set me ablaze.  Please…  Want me, always want me.”  He grabbed Xander’s arms and tugged them tighter about his body, relishing the warmth and security of this embrace, leaning his face into the barrage of kisses from his lover.  “Sorry.  Fucked and emotional.”

“Hey, don’t be sorry.  You have any idea of how good it feels to hear that stuff?”  Ignoring Spike’s objections, Xander finally pulled out of his body and turned him around.  “I’ll always want you.  Never doubt it.  Never ask.”

Xander gave Spike a gentle kiss, only for it to be interrupted by Spike’s burst of laughter.

“You fucked me,” he announced, delightedly.

“I’m always…”

“Not like that.  Xander, that was…”  The grin faded away and Spike cupped Xander’s face, gazing into his eyes.  “Who else could I be so honest with?  Who else would make me brave?”

“You are…”

“Shh-shh-shh.  Listen to me.”  Spike paused; Xander waited, quietly now.  Spike rested their brows together.  “Thank you, love.  For everything that you’ve given me.  Everything you’ve given back to me.  How could you ever have thought I’d want anyone else, think of anyone else even?  It’s all you.  I’m all for you.”

Spike stared down Xander’s body, noticing the substantial erection poking at the hem of the silk shirt, understanding in an instant what had happened, how this encounter had, like so many before, become entirely about one damaged vampire.  He felt the muscles around his heart clench in appreciation and longing and humility.

“Love you.  So much,” he vowed as he carefully tucked Xander’s cock away and did up the leather pants, aware of his human shifting uncomfortably but knowing it wouldn’t be for long.

“If you say we’re finished here you’re gonna see the mother of all hissy fits,” Xander informed Spike as casually as his rampant lust would allow.

“Not finished,” Spike told Xander with a promissory grope of his leather-bound erection, spare hand slipping two fingers into his waistband and leading him across the room to the chaise longue, kissing all the way, kissing as he pressed Xander down onto his back and ran his hands over silk and leather that had all the wrong associations for the human and had to be discarded.

At first Xander wasn’t sure what Spike was doing as he ran the shirt material between his lips, shoulder to cuff, but it immediately became clear as the sleeve fell away from his arm, cut in a precise line, a reflection of how devastatingly sharp Spike’s incisors were.  Spike kissed his way up the newly exposed flesh, mouth moving onto Xander’s chest and licking his nipple through the now damp silk, suckling until the nub was peaked in arousal and Xander was breathing heavily.  Spike grasped the shirt front, stretching it taut and running it between his lips; once again the silk was sliced open and Spike continued his attention to Xander’s nipple without the hindrance of cloth.  The procedure was repeated and another nipple was revealed and attended to; Spike noticed Xander’s attempt at a little relief, heel of hand rubbing harshly against his constricted cock.  The offending item was pointedly removed.

“Jesus, Spike, you’re killing me here.”

“All good things, love.”

“Fuck me.  Or let me fuck you.  Or even let me…”

Spike smacked away the hand that made another lunge for the prominent bulge, covering the target and lightly stroking Xander’s cock.  The desperate groan brought little sympathy, but Spike pressed his mouth to Xander’s hip, took in the leather, and slid his lips along thigh, over knee, shin, and Xander watched as the ruined leather parted.  Repeating his actions following the destruction of the shirt sleeve, Spike lavished attention on the recently revealed skin, slowly making his way to Xander’s inner thigh, where he stopped and scraped his fangs over the tender flesh before nuzzling the human’s still-restricted balls.

“This is so mean,” Xander whined, pushing his hips up, pressing into Spike’s face as the vampire smirked and chewed at the containing leather.

Leaning over Xander, Spike slit the other leg, brushing aside the ruined pants until all that remained was the area that was stretched appealingly over Xander’s erection.  Spike fondled Xander, enjoying the mingled scent of his heat and the leather, pinching the sensitive tip of his cock and enjoying the gasps and wriggles the action instigated.

“Oh, fuck, let me come, please, Spike, please.”

“Am I being cruel to you, pet?”

“Yes!”

Spike chuckled and tore open the fly of the pants, ripping apart the remaining scraps before doing the same to what was left of the shirt.

“This is how I need you,” Spike purred pleasurably as he ran his face over the hot flesh he’d exposed.  “Naked and accessible.”  Spike began to ease Xander around so his butt was on the edge of the cushion, pushing fingers between muscular cheeks and teasing, teasing.  “Want my prick in you, love?  Want to feel me plundering your lovely arse and filling you with my spunk?”

A frantic noise that implied assent, and Spike’s fingers pushed inside Xander’s body, taking advantage of the slick that Xander had assiduously applied before going to the gallery to seduce his vampire.  The scent of his own come assailed Spike and he couldn’t wait to fuck his consort, rushing into position and popping the head of his cock into Xander’s ass.  A couple of establishing thrusts and Xander attempted to reciprocate, squirming to find a good position and some leverage to force his body onto Spike.

“Fuck me,” he pleaded.  “Spike.”

Xander yelped in surprise as Spike seized his ankles and pulled his legs up and apart, rising as he did so; the vampire was standing and only Xander’s head and shoulders remained on the chaise longue.  Bracing himself against the cushions, Xander hung helplessly as Spike began to pump into him; excited as he was, a few seconds watching himself fucked in this position and Xander was furiously shaking his head, at a complete loss for words, hoping that Spike would, or maybe wouldn’t, get the message.

“Come for me,” Spike told him breathily, and that was all it took.

Xander writhed in Spike’s powerful grip as the spasms overtook him, semen spurting from his twitching cock and showering his face and chest; as his tongue automatically flickered out to catch what fluid landed on his lip, Spike hollered and thrust furiously into Xander’s suspended body, vigorously emptying himself into his lover.

…

“Were you saying no?” Spike asked with subdued concern as he stroked Xander’s bruised ankles, teetering on guilt and ready to take the plunge.  “When you shook your head.  I took it to mean…”

“I couldn’t hold back,” Xander confirmed.  He reached down and grabbed Spike by the shoulders, pulling him up to lie over his body.  “I was too excited to speak.  But if I’d been trying to say no I’d’ve found the words, I promise.  You didn’t do anything wrong.”

Spike nodded and let himself be led into the first of many kisses.

“I worry about me getting carried away,” he confessed.  “You hate the idea of being restricted and that’s what I just did to you.  In the heat of the moment…I didn’t think.”

“Me neither.  Guess I must’ve been in the heat of the moment myself,” Xander smiled.  “Or maybe I trust you so much that nothing is scary when I’m with you.”

“God, I hope it’s that,” Spike whispered sincerely as he let himself be rocked.  “I want to be someone you can trust.”

“Doesn’t mean you’ll be chaining me to the bedposts any time soon, but…”

Spike’s head came up and he met Xander’s questioning gaze with interest.

“We have chains?”

“We may have chains,” Xander grinned naughtily.  “Maybe we could chain you up for my birthday and…”  The good humour quickly faded.  “I’d forgotten.  Not in the whole big creepy forgetting sense but…just forgotten.”

“Not looking forward to your birthday?”

“You gotta be kidding.  Sunnydale,” Xander sighed.

“You don’t have to go.”

“I said I would, the girls are making arrangements, I have no choice.”

“You always have a choice.”

“We’ll go, I’ll be fine when we get there.”  Xander gave Spike a kiss and snuggled down for a doze.  “And maybe Willow has somewhere we can attach the chains.”

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