Senora Di Angelo ‘e familia’ were wonderful company, admittedly Spike seemed to eat less than others in the room, but Senora was reassured by her nephew that William was overly sensitive about his appearance. By the end of the evening Senora’s ‘dear English friend’ William was utterly forgiven for his inability to consume the ‘usual amount’, as he adeptly discussed Italian history, music, art and various issues in the local tongue. Xander sat back and admired his spectacular partner and made up for his partner’s lack of consumption by taking two helpings of the wonderful cannelloni and large lashings of roast lamb.
Yanos had been sitting beside his ‘best friend’ Constantine, grinning broadly at his two ‘new friends. He stood to refill Xander’s glass with home made wine, then toasted their two visitors. This was followed by William delighting their lovely hostess with effusive compliments in fluent Italian, commenting on her wonderful cooking and (not undeservedly), acknowledging her devotion to family. Finishing by raising a toast in her honor, “We are Niente senza gioia. Senora!” ("Nothing without joy, madam.")
Senora Di Angelo smiled broadly as Xander stood with his partner and clinked glasses. The lady then handed her young nephew a tray of coffee, fruit, Ouzo and small glasses, indicating the roof to be their destination for the remainder of the evening.
Several hours later, the four men and a couple of young female cousins were on the rooftop balcony, drinking ouzo and picking at the plate of grapes provided by their hostess.
Xander and Yanos watched as the girls flirted shamelessly with Spike. Xander knew his partner’s charms, but also his preference, so sat back to enjoy the entertainment. Yanos simply leaned against his ‘favourite boy’, Con, whispered conspiratorially, and elicited a knowing grin from his own blonde.
At a break in music on the CD player Con perked up the courage, and in *extremely* fine English (Xander noted with a measure of shame at his struggle with the man’s native tongue), addressed their dark haired guest, “When did you know?” Con nodded at Spike and smiled.
“About?”
“Your love for that beautiful man”
Seeing the glint of lust in his inquisitor’s eye, Xander smiled. Spike was his.
“I guess I always did.” A knowing look was exchanged between Yanos and Con.
“Where did you meet?”
“On a battle field… over ten years ago. We hated each other – at least that’s what I thought… He saved my life, he saved my right eye.” The last statement was almost a whisper. The two young men stared at Spike.
“The Gulf? Afghanistan? What war? He must have been a teenager?”
Xander realized the difficulty when truth included immortal status and swiftly deflected the questions answering to his own set, “He was a hero, he sacrificed *so* much… has lost *so* much. His S…father died in battle, his mother of illness years before.”
“Yet he is so gifted with language and the love of life….?” Con was now looking on the blonde with a sense of awe, admiration, and pity.
“William has always been..” Xander did not finish the sentence before Yanos spoke in low tones.
“He was close to his father?”
At this point the consort almost slipped… but caught himself with an appropriate pause then answered, “I think at the end yes. But he and his mother were extremely connected.”
Yanos nodded and with tear-filled eyes, “As I was with mine. Were it not for Aunt Angelica…”
Con shot an apologetic look to their American companion then comforted his partner. Too much ouzo, and emotion had taken its toll.
Yanos sat up abruptly, deciding to celebrate rather than mourning to be the better option, “So let us have music!”
A guitar was produced by Yanos at some point, then Con picked up a second, and in the warmth of a Roman evening, soft traditional love songs began to ring out. Spike has his head in the lap of a girl who, Xander’s rather unnecessarily jealous eye noted, was at least ten *times* his junior. She and her friend were braiding his blonde locks into a number of long plaits that gave the vampire (if Xander’s arousal was any measure) the alluring appearance of a warrior of old… highlighting the cheeks, emphasizing the…
Eventually Xander could stand it no longer. He stood, excused their good company, wishing them well in stilted Italian and slightly less halting English, then dragged his errant lover down to their apartment.
Confident that there would be no Initiative observers on hand that night, he began to strip his cool partner of all clothing and threw the willing figure onto the bed. Spike stilled his hands at the ‘warm suit’. The vampire leaned forward and whispered, “Just different pet… let me have this… feels… um… *love* that I make you sweat!”
Leaning over the vampire like some enormous predator, he petted and fondled the braided locks then growled, “By the way…I brought some toys”.
Spike stared at his consort with a mixture of amazement and mirth, “You risked our very entry into a catholic country by…”
Xander was grinning, fur-lined leather cuffs and cock-ring suddenly appearing and swinging from his middle finger as he crept up the bed to ‘secure’ his incredulous, yet now rather yellow-eyed, heated, and aroused lover.
Locking his lovely partner willingly to the bed, he caressed the clad torso then made full body contact. He missed the sensation of skin on skin but could not help but delight in his partner’s expressions and the heat on heat addition to rising arousal. He deliberately took his time fastening the cuffs while letting their nether regions rub together. The suit was *so* warm. Xander could not help himself… he rubbed and caressed cheek then nose, then his whole torso up the full length of his lover, pressing his utterly full arousal into the already interested groin of the person he now knew as well as his own body.
“God… how did we *ever* do without this…?” The human grinned for a moment, trying to equate the experience with his first ‘cool’ encounter. Spike had a hundred and forty years or so of ‘cool’ so to be heated… and with no other reason right now than it was ‘something new’ in their repertoire … wonderful!
“What does this feel like in there?” Xander nipped his way down the clad torso… hard enough for teeth to grab skin but not to tear the suit.
Spike managed to whisper, “Tingles… it’s so warm it tingles… Oh Gahhh Xan… ‘s like lying being in a bed with an electric blanket and a friend and covers but all at the same… Ohhhh ffffahhh!”
Straining against the cuffs a little as he arched into the dull nibbles, the vampire managed to grind out, “Gahhh! Xan! You have no… bloody hell…” As Xander’s tongue pushed through the material to tease his belly button, he pressed up even harder and managed to contact his tormentor’s chest with his still covered and warming erection, “No f#@%ing idea! Please… Please Xan!! Need to feel you.”
The consort continued to tease and nip. The wet patch and hard proof of Spike’s need eventually led Xander to take pity and unzip the ‘courtesy gap’ on the heat suit. Spike, who was already at risk of over heating and was panting like an athlete mid 2012 New York Marathon, simply sighed…“Oh thank *God*”, and spread his legs in a sacrificial pose, groaning in anticipation of some relief.
Watching his lover so hot, wanton and begging, Xander smiled knowingly, at the same time deciding to apply the torture instrument he had become so used to donning after meeting his undead lover in Boston… Just as Spike closed his eyes in anticipation of completion, a leather cock ring was fastened and its captive stroked lovingly.
“You bastard…. Oh God Xan!.... You can’t be serious! I can’t… it’s so hot and….”
Xander leaned forward grinned wickedly then licked around the rim of his restrained friend’s ear whilst rubbing his own arousal against the his partner’s engorged and encircled one. As Spike groaned in frustration and contemplated snapping the headboard or the cuffs, or both, Xander began to speak, slow, rough, arousal-filled tones “Shall I take you? Shall I take you to the edge of ecstasy and see what’s beyond it?… Or perhaps simply do this all night….” He ground his erection down one side of Spike’s then lifted to feather touch it up the other, “or should I leave you *so* hard and hot that all you can do is contemplate what might be?” He lifted off completely and licked along the lower lip of his panting partner, eliciting a heartfelt moan “No Xan Please! *No* Please!”
Xander simply grinned and continued the previous motion until his own needs outweighed the quiet keening and begging of the vampire. He grabbed one of the larger pillows from their bed and shoved it under his partner’s hips, used ample lube on himself and drove in with one powerful stroke.
Spike cursed and blessed his partner in brisk succession… There was no pain, simply relief then frustration as his prostate was contacted once twice, three times in succession. Each time Xander drove forward, he pressed down enough to contact the restrained member and kissed his partner, penetrating the mouth as briefly and deeply as he penetrated in other ways.
Spike was openly panting, corded muscles in his arms straining so as not to break symbolic bonds but the desire to come was close to overwhelming. Xander, realizing the near distress of his lover, shifted a little, flicked of the restraint, held his wrist to Spike’s mouth and whispered “Come with me,” at the same time biting the juncture between neck and shoulder hard enough to draw blood then came.
Spike almost threw his lover from the bed at the bite and feel of Xander filling him with heated seed, but instead followed his partner over the brink, biting down as he came and taking a little of his consort’s blood.
Xander collapsed on top of his warm lover blood, sweat, spendings and tears literally combining.
Some half hour or so later he slid off the now sticky suit of his lover, undid the cuffs and pushed them both a little until he could spoon the lithe figure and return to slumber.
Xander answered a call the following morning from the local police. Their formal report regarding their 'Peeping Tom' being that it was a simple case of mistaken identity, and assuring them that they would receive a formal letter of apology and that the agency would destroy all collected ‘footage’. Xander doubted the latter but felt encouraged that at least they had some respite and the Initiative might have dropped their trail.
Shortly after midday, both partners awoke to the sound of frantic pounding on the door. Xander finally relented, wrapped himself in a black satin robe and opened the door to the limit of the security chain.
“What the….? Buffy?!!”