Spike woke up alone and glanced at the clock, already knowing it was earlier than he’d like i.e. any time at all before sunset.

“Quarter-to-eight,” he groaned because he didn’t have the energy for outrage.

He wanted more sleep but he wanted it with Xander beside him.  He sat up and heaved a breath.  Go fetch.  Spike, go fetch.  You can do it, boy.  And why was the Mission Impossible theme looping through his head?  Serious sleep deprivation.  Or had Xander actually managed to remove his brain via his cock last night?  At one point during the evening he’d thought there was a possibility of the human sucking out most of his internal organs.  If they made fellatio an Olympic sport Alexander Harris would be there, carrying the flag.  And there you go.  Think about it and body parts begin to sit up and beg for attention.  Go fetch.  Go fetch Xander.

That scent was not right and it didn’t belong, and Spike would just have to kill now and ask questions later.  Voices: coming from the kitchen, Xander and the stranger.  Maybe not kill, just deter.  Laughter.  Xander laughing.  Kill was right.  Kill the competition.  Tosser, Spike called himself with absolutely no contempt at all.  Xander, Xander, Xander, the cheer squad in his head echoed as he spied his darling leaving the kitchen in the direction of his study.  Lovely in that robe, in that electric blue.  Lovelier out of that robe.  Looks tired.  Why did this wanker have to wake him up so early?  Spike ruffled his hair and headed for the kitchen, undoing the top buttons on his jeans so they hung low on his hips, so obviously the only item of clothing he was wearing.  Glanced down, checked himself out.  Mmm, nice feet.  Prehensile toes.  What?  Blimey, I must be tired.

Adopt attitude, keep focus away from breakfast table.  And…enter stage right.

“You know, Xan, it’s bloody bad form, disturbing a body at eight in the morning when you only quit fucking them silly at four.”

Spike stuck his head in the refrigerator and smiled to himself as he heard the heartbeat behind him quicken.  Then the stranger cleared his throat and Spike turned back in a portrayal of genteel surprise that should have had voting panels throwing gold statuettes.

“Er…sorry…Alex has just gone to his study.”

“Sorry too,” Spike offered, dropping his eyes in faux embarrassment.  “I didn’t realise…”

“It’s fine.”  The man stood and came across the expanse of kitchen floor, offering a hand.  “I’m Jake Buchanan.  One of Alex’s colleagues.  More than, actually.”

Spike rapidly sized up the man as he took the hand and gave it a bone-creaking shake: slightly younger than Xander, same height as Spike, cool grey eyes in a pale complexion, even features, straight and shiny light brown hair that flopped appealingly over his forehead.  There was an air of earnest devotion about him and Spike recognised a touch of Willow that would have drawn Xander, albeit unconsciously.  Strong instincts insisted that this man was comfortably close to Xander – a confidant and guardian – and Spike guessed he took his responsibilities seriously.

“Spike.  Friend of Xander.  More than, actually.”

Jake chuckled.

“Pat…told me about you.”

“Warned you about me.”

“Yeah,” Jake grinned.  Spike gave him his hand back and Jake openly wiggled it to restore the circulation.  “He said he thought Alex had his hands full.”

Now Spike returned the grin, wondering why he hadn’t liked Patrick.  Oh, yeah, on principle.  But I’m supposed to be unprincipled.

“I was the soul of discretion when he was here.”

“Pat’s a good judge of character.”

“Is he planning on running me out of town then?”

“Hey, no.  Wants our Lexy to be a happy boy.”

No.  Absolutely no.  Big Bad is not going to be touched by that endorsement.

“Thinks I can make that happen, does he?”

“Oh, he knows,” Jake said with sudden gravity that dissolved just as rapidly back into the smile.  “You’re in now.  We’re all his kids, you’d better get used to it.”

“You’ve met,” Xander said warily from the doorway, getting a smile from both men that made him even more suspicious.  He went to the table and sat, spreading out a file in front of him.  “C’mon, Jay, get this done and go play.”  Xander blinked at the pages and rubbed his eyes.  “God, I’m tired.  Spike, why are you up?  Did I wake you?”

“Yeah, he said it was bad form,” Jake said lightly as he pored over the file, “disturbing somebody at eight in the morning when you only stopped fucking them silly at four.”

Xander crossed his arms on the table and dramatically dropped his head onto them.

“Ambushed,” he moaned quietly, ignoring his lover’s laughter.

“One moment it’s too much information, the next it’s a whole deal of satisfaction,” Jake sighed.

“Fuck off,” Xander mumbled.

“Certainly will.  The minute we’re done.  Sign this, Sexy Lexy.”  Xander’s head came up, he focused on Jake and looked daggers.  “Don’t give me the patented Harris laser stare.  I’m quoting, not creating.”

“If I ever find the person who started that…”

“Protesting too much, Xander,” Spike pointed out.

“And you’re a thrill a minute too.”

Spike sashayed over and kissed the top of Xander’s head.

“Apparently was at four o’clock this morning.”

“Any chance of a little mercy here?  At least one of you is supposed to love me.”

“I’m going up.  Be quick.  Jake, nice to meet you, mate, now piss off.”

“Few signatures and I’m pissing off to your heart’s content.  Sign, Alex.”

Xander scrawled his signature on the last document and handed Jake his pen.

“That it?  Can I go back to sleep now?”

“Sleep,” Jake snorted.

“Sleep.  Sleep absolutely.”

Jake packed away the papers in his briefcase; a typically sudden change of mood and he was quiet, concerned.

“You okay?”

“I’m okay.  More than okay.  He’s…special.  He’s very special.”

“So are you.  Don’t let him forget it.”

…

There are worse ways to be woken up.  So thought Xander as he came to late that afternoon and found his cock being licked like a lollipop.  And there was that sensual growl of satisfaction as Spike took him deep into his throat, a growl that was repeated as Xander leisurely rocked his hips and slowly fucked that glorious mouth.  A petulant groan of disappointment escaped him as the sensation ended but he was dozy enough to start drifting back to sleep almost immediately.  More touches, light, cooling, and was he awake or dreaming this?  Who cares?  I’m getting some.  Spike kisses on his face and neck and chest, and…  Oh, wow, yes!  …who would have guessed his nipples would prove to be so sensitive but it was only logical that Spike would be the one to find out because…because…  Xander’s eyes flickered open as his dreams and real life crashed together on the end of his cock.  Spike had prepared himself, slicked Xander, and was lowering himself onto one very willing phallic participant.  Xander’s automatic reaction was to stop him…  No more blood no more blood nomoreblood.  …but the look on Spike’s face was…rapturous.  Head tilted back, eyes closed, creasing of the brow due to his intense concentration, lips slightly parted.  His hands barely touched Xander’s stomach as he endeavoured to balance himself, but Xander wanted more contact, and as he took Spike’s hands into his own and entwined their fingers, Spike started and looked at him, expecting disapproval.

“Big bad vampire couldn’t wait, huh?” Xander asked, his breathing already heavy.

“Fuck me,” was all the response he got as the vampire’s eyes flashed with desire.

“Oh, yeah,” Xander smiled.

Now Spike had Xander’s hands to balance him he could position himself exactly as he wanted, and he let gravity impale him on Xander’s cock, releasing a soft moan as he settled into the curve of Xander’s hips, pausing to allow his body to accept the intrusion.

“Tell me,” he whispered huskily.

“Love you, Spike.”

Gripping Xander’s hands a little tighter Spike rose until only the very tip of Xander’s cock was in him.

“Tell me.”

“I love you.”

The vampire dropped.  As one, both men gasped for breath as fiery pleasure coursed through their bodies.  As one, both men shivered as Spike began to ride, creating a luxurious rhythm that Xander automatically fell into, rising in time with the vampire’s fall, falling with his rise.  Spike adjusted slightly and the head of Xander’s cock hit his prostate.

“Shit, fuck, yes!” burst from him, and he snatched his hands away from Xander, leaning back and gripping the human’s muscular thighs, pulling until Xander bent his legs and gave Spike another set of props to hold onto.  Now at the exact angle he wanted, Spike fucked himself on Xander with mindless intensity, and Xander almost forgot his own part in this act as he watched, transfixed by the vampire’s abandon.

“I’ve never seen anything as magnificent as you,” he confessed unsteadily.

Spike faltered, turned a hazy blinking gaze onto his love, and all at once Xander wanted to come, wanted to suck Spike dry, wanted to experience what Spike was feeling, wanted Spike inside him.

“You’d need to be sitting here,” Spike replied as shakily.

Xander’s hands trailed up the smooth, pale thighs until they slid naturally onto the rigid column of flesh jutting from Spike’s groin, fingernails scraping the tender underside, causing Spike to murmur appreciatively and instinctively rock on Xander again.

“Spike?”

“Xan…”

“Think…think I have to fuck you hard right about now.”

“Oh, yeah, do that, do that.”

Xander rolled them until he was above Spike, already thrusting into the welcoming body, feeling the vampire’s hands scrabbling at him, urging him on, digging nails into hips and buttocks.  Xander pushed himself up and locked his elbows, wanting to be at arm’s length to put the power Spike needed into every stroke, but also to be able to watch the vampire’s reactions, see the unguarded pleasure that accompanied the whispered encouragement, the gasps and groans.  I’m doing that, I’m making him look like that, sound like that.  And I’m gonna make him come.  No blood.  No pain.  He’s gonna come for me.  I’m gonna make him come.  Xander shifted, trying for the perfect angle, slowing, probing, exploring Spike’s body with his cock, and there was the response he’d been waiting for, a stifled yelp as the vampire’s hips drove up, seeking more stimulation.  Hard and fast now, and Xander was hitting the hot spot inside Spike more often than not, making the vampire pant and jerk and moan, all too delectably as Xander felt his orgasm building far too fast.

“Jesus, Spike, I never thought you’d be so…  Gonna come too damn soon,” he complained to his lover in short breaths.  “Why d’you have to be so goddamn fucking sexy?”

“Perfect,” was all he got by return, the one word gasped, stretched, broken, which only served to arouse Xander further.

“Gotta slow down, want this to last.”

“No, no, no,” Spike implored, pulling Xander down to him, winding his legs around the human’s waist, linking them at the ankles and squeezing down on Xander to add even more force to his strokes.  “Fuck me, Xan, fuck me.  Perfect.”  He dragged in a breath.  “Fuck me.  Come.  Come.  With me.  Come.   Xander.  Perfect.  Xander.  XanderXanderXander…”

And the vampire was writhing under Xander, whining and crying out in ecstasy as his cock pulsed thick gouts of semen between their slick bodies.  Xander registered the glorious sensation and was lost to his own climax, pumping into the smooth channel that brutally clenched around him and shuddering in absolute bliss as he was milked dry, fucking and fucking and not wanting to stop even as he collapsed onto his beloved vampire.

Spike unlocked his ankles and stretched his legs, winding them around Xander’s in a cool, caressing movement.  His hands came to Xander’s face and lifted it from his shoulder for a long, leisurely kiss, fingers raking through his hair and eventually using the grip he found there to guide Xander’s mouth to the bite mark.  Xander nuzzled, nipped and licked, teasing and tormenting until Spike was panting with need, hard-again cock jabbing and sliding against Xander’s stomach as the vampire rocked his hips.

“Was there something you wanted, sweetheart?” Xander innocently enquired, lips brushing the damaged skin as he spoke.

“Don’t make me beg,” Spike begged.

Xander smiled at that, wondered if the vampire knew he was doing it.

“Why?  You know you want to.”

“Bastardbastardbastard.  Please, Xander, now.  Xander…”

“Okay.  How’s about you tell me for once.”

“Yes.  Love you, Xan.”

“That’s very much appreciated,” Xander said before dragging his teeth over Spike’s neck, making his way unhurriedly to the mark.  An inarticulate noise emerged from the vampire.  Good sign.  “Tell me.”

“Xa…Xan…  Love you.  Darling Xander.”

That close, eh?  God, I love it when you talk civilised!

With a growl Xander sank his teeth into the healing scar, breaking it open, feeling a second flood of cool semen as Spike hollered and rutted his way into another climax.

…

“You never thought I’d be…?”

“Mmm?”  Xander thought.  “Oh, right.  I never thought you’d be…out of control.”

“That’s the beauty of being the fuckee,” Spike smiled.  Meeting Xander’s eyes, he let the smile fade, to be replaced by an expression of absolute love.  “I trust you.  That’s a wonderful thing.  Rare.  I trust you.”

“Thank you.”  The sincerity gave way to a chuckle.  “You were – are – so fucking sexy.  Don’t think I’ve ever been so turned on in my life.”

“You’ve got plenty of life left; we’ll work on it.”

“This must be why abandon is gay.”  Spike quirked an eyebrow.  “You know.  The term gay abandon.”  Spike gave a short laugh.  “No seriously, you had to see yourself…”

“Seriously,” Spike repeated with more laughter, but it didn’t last.  Gazing up into Xander’s adoring eyes it couldn’t last.  “I do love you, Xander.”

“I love you too.  I love you.”

…

Minutes later Spike had rolled Xander onto his back again and was sitting astride him, just as they’d started out.  Only this time he was casually drawing patterns in the creamy fluid that was rapidly drying on the human’s hot skin, occasionally taking a finger to his mouth to suck it clean.  Xander watched ravenously.

“This is so unfair.”

“What’s that?”

“Everything you do to me – every touch, every kiss, every look – is such a turn-on, but even if my body’s shouting it loud and clear my dick’s all, ‘nuh-uh, no way, not yet’.”

“Feeling embarrassingly human, are we, pet?”

“I want to fuck you for hours.  But you say, ‘Come, Xander’ and Xander comes.  The phrase ‘sexual stamina’ is embarrassed to be seen out with me.”

“’S’nice.”

“I used to be good for hours.  And don’t tell me you can only do that at twenty because I won’t believe you.”

“Wouldn’t know anyway, love, I wasn’t getting any at twenty.  I was somewhat proficient by hundred-and-twenty, mind.”

“I will get it back.  That control.”

“Pity.  Rather like you this excitable.”

“Well, I would appreciate the choice.”

“It’s been a long time, Xan.  We’re both out of practice.  I only have to catch the scent of you and I want to come but you don’t find me complaining.”

“Because you have a turnabout time of what?  Thirty seconds?”

“Don’t exaggerate.”

“I could get you hard right now.”

“Does that mean you intend to do something with that delectable mouth of yours other than complain?”

“No.  We’re getting up – not in the erectile sense – we’re eating – not in the fellating sense – and we’re taking the Jag out for a spin – not in the careering off the road and breaking the car sense.  What?”

“You’re funny,” Spike chuckled.

“I’m not funny.  I’m bitter and twisted.”

Spike delivered the soft, understated smile that Xander treasured before stretching alongside his human’s body and gazing at him with admiration; they shared a first-time kiss, sweet and uncomplicated.

“You are funny, Xander.  I’ve always appreciated your wit.  Even in the days when I was snarling at you for it.”

Xander hadn’t heard a word, was still overcome by the way Spike looked at him.

“I’m never going to get used to this.  To you.  Sometimes I love you so much it hurts.”

There was the smile again.

“Other way around for me.  Loving you has always hurt until now.  Doesn’t hurt anymore.”

“Fuck.  I’m sorry.”  Spike looked the question.  “For those years.  I’m sorry.”

“Oh, stick a sock in it, soul boy.  Up, food, car.”  He glanced over their bodies.  “Better make that up, shower, up again – let’s not be coy about one’s abilities, eh, love? – food…  What’s that look for?”

“Later.  You better be ready to break the record.”  Spike grinned and leant in to nuzzle Xander’s neck, shifting his hips so Xander could feel what the promise had done for him.  It wasn’t wasted on the human: he sighed deeply.  “Spike…  That is neither clever nor amusing.”

Snigger.

…

5am the following morning.

The Jag had not been broken.

The record had.

…

“We have to think about getting someone in to keep this place clean.”

“I can do it.”

“The apartment was easy because my life was work or home and I didn’t have you to be with…”

“I can do it.”

“And, let’s face it, I’d be a fool to want to come home and start doing chores if I could be with you instead.”

“Xander.  I can do it.”

“Oh.”  Xander considered.  “Why should you have to?”

“Because it’s my home too and I’d like to contribute something.”

“Right.”  Xander reconsidered.  “No.”

“What, you think I can’t be house-proud?”

“Is that somewhat different to crypt-proud?”  Spike narrowed his eyes at Xander, who capitulated immediately.  “Okay.  We’ll give it a try.  Minute this place starts growing moss though…”

“I don’t want anyone coming in here.”

“See, that makes more sense to me.  Fair point.  But we’ll need to keep on the firm who’re caring for the garden.”

“Someone does the garden?”

“See, that’s good, you hadn’t even noticed.”

“They won’t come in here?”

“No-one will bother you.  I’ll make sure of that,” Xander assured Spike resolutely.

“Mmm, I bet you will.  Do you have a reputation at work for being a tyrant?”

“I have a reputation for getting things done and done well.”

“You say grovel, they say how low?”

“Something like that.”

“Nice.”  Spike strolled to where Xander was sitting and slid onto his lap.  “Not that I need any excuse, but every little new thing I find out about you makes me want to fuck you.”

“I wish you would.”

“I didn’t…  You know what I meant.”

Pause.

“Okay.”

Pause.

“When Angel…”

“Let’s not take the Angel route right now.  So…what else?  Optometrist.”

“Optometrist?”

“Got one calling later.”

“Bad eyes, pet?”

“We’ll find out later,” Xander smiled reassuringly.  Spike’s fingers trailed through his hair: another reminder.  “And I need a haircut.”

“Don’t.”

“Do.”

“I like it…Byronic.”

“Moronic.  Ever see Byron in a hard hat?”

“Let me cut it.”  Xander looked at his partner sceptically.  “What?  Do me own, don’t I?”

“That’s different.”

“Let me, Xan.  I don’t want anyone else touching you.  And it’ll only take me a few cuts to get the hang of it.”

“So I look like a dork for the first six months?”

Spike shrugged.

“Four?”

Xander chuckled, shaking his head at his own gullibility.

“Okay.”

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