New Year's Resolutions: part twelve

New Year's Resolutions: part twelve
by Josie_h
Notes

Dec 30

It was again after 1pm when Xander woke, but this time he was alone. In a slight panic, he sat up, scanned the room, then let out the breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. The consequent “Oh shit Spike, don’t do that to me,” went entirely unheard.

Spike was sitting on one of the lounge chairs. Clad only in jeans, hair loose, feet on the footstool and laptop perched on his legs. He was typing furiously whilst tapping his foot in time with whatever CD he had playing through his headphones. Xander noted with a measure of surprise and not a small amount of jealousy (!), that the vampire was typing with ‘all ten digits’ and did not seem to need to look at the keyboard at all, unlike his own ‘two finger pecking’ technique! He sighed as yet another of his inadequacies was made evident, then reminded himself of the number of stories NonPerson aka Spike, had been producing and how very long and involved those stories were, concluding that practice was no doubt the key.

Xander rolled out of bed and tiptoed across to wait behind Spike’s ‘leeside’ for a break in the writing. As soon as it came he leaned over and firmly licked the neck of his friend. The appropriate reaction was elicited, and Xander grinned wickedly at the knowledge that he had been able to make a master vampire ‘jump and squeak’.

“Bloody hell Harris, give a bloke a heart attack!” Spike tugged off the headphones, and put the laptop on the ground, hitting save in the process, then pulled his nude attacker across his lap and proceeded to assuage his shock and annoyance by punishing his assailant with a ‘severe’ kissing.

Passion easing, Xander pulled back, smiled then relaxed and ‘snuggled’, head on the vampire’s shoulder and mouth near the pale neck. He leaned forward a little, whispered “Afternoon lover”, and licked the original ‘site of surprise’ again, then proceeded to suck and bite the spot lightly. The reaction from his partner this time, a lusty groan and as a hand reached up to pet Xander’s hair while the other found his groin.

“God, what you do to me Xan!” Spike captured the lips one more time, then sat them both up.

He pushed his lover to his feet and smacked him on the bare behind affectionately, smiling at the mild indignation in the brunette’s expression.

“C’mon, luv, got me a fan base to service – ‘Xanman’ included! Check your Email lately?”

The human wandered to the bathroom for his ‘morning’ shower, turned momentarily to observe Spike retrieve his computer, then closed the door of the en suite. He smiled contentedly at the sound of his favorite author re-engaging his passion, computer coming off standby and pings noting that he had logged on again.

*Could he live with this forever? Did Spike even want to?*

All Xander knew in this moment, was the incredible sense of completion and contentment that he felt in the presence of this person.

*Could they work their hours around work? They could probably sort that.

Could he change his own living space to suit Spike’s ‘sun allergy’? Yes

Would Spike move to him? Don’t know… maybe?

Would he move to Boston? If that was the only way for him to hold on to Spike… sure!*

And for the first time in his life Xander never felt more certain of a decision – whatever it took, he wanted Spike in his life… always… and was reasonably sure that the vampire felt the same.

But they still needed to *really* talk…

He emerged from a steaming bathroom, clean and towel slung low, but paused at the doorway again to admire his objet de vouloir for the third time that day (*or was it the fourth?*). Intent on his purpose, ‘Xanman’s pet writer’ was engaged in a flurry of fingers clicking on receptive keys with yet to be enjoyed results.

Xander said nothing, but instead located a pair of sweat pants and his own computer, plugged it in to power at the wall, and sat in the opposite chair to ‘boot up’.

“You need the phoneline pet? ‘Cause I’ve got most of what I need for now. Bloody slow compared broadband anyway.”

“First I say, yes, then I wonder at how bizarre it is that a 150 year old vampire is able to comment on download speed!”

“Keepin’ up with the times pet, ‘s what keeps us young. Well that ‘n a regular shag.”

Spike grinned raised an eyebrow that promised ‘other things’ later, and handed his friend the line.

Xander logged on for the first time in three days to find a number of work messages, the obligatory Happy New Year notes from Willow and Dawn, and two from NonPerson – apparently written an hour apart.

He opened the first message and was a little surprised to find (given their current proximity and ‘friendly status’) that there was the same taciturn tone as had been present in all previous correspondence with NP.

“Dear X

New chapt. on go slow

RL etc

Up after New Year.

NP”

Not sure if Spike was having him on or was simply expert at separating ‘work’ and play, Xander reluctantly opened the second, written (obviously from the time sent) while he had been in the bathroom earlier.

“Dear X,

New chapt has issues

NC-17 – slash

Need research assistant.

You up for a shag +games purely for R&D purposes of course ;-)

Please respond in person.

NP”

Xander grinned, logged off and shot a sly look to Spike who was apparently still working hard on his new chapter.

“So… wanna stay in today? Gotta friend who apparently needs a study buddy and figure I’m up for it.”

When he received no response, he stood, walked over to Spike and planted a firm and demanding kiss on the lips in front of him. He snapped to attention in a parody of a salute and barked out, “Research assistant reporting for duty sir, where do you want me?”

Spike looked up, cocked an eyebrow then afforded Xander a truly vintage ‘Big Bad’ smirk.

“Be an honor to have you on me exploration team, but we’ll need some supplies – only bought a couple of bits from home, and you need to eat luv. How ‘bout you go fix that second bit while I finish the first part of me chapter? By then the night will be ours.” Spike reached up, grabbed the non-salute hand and squeezed it firmly conveying request, reassurance and love in the one simple act.

Spike watched as Xander pouted a little at the thought of having to do things alone. The vampire sighed at the sight of one brown eye dropping its gaze to floor in its best ‘sad puppy’ impersonation.

Spike made a quick decision, put the laptop down and moved to grab his ‘puppy’ around the waist and maneuvered him to the bed again. “Oh. C’mon pet! Not that bad,” with that Spike pushed Xander onto his back with a series of kisses.

“Let’s just give you a little taster to keep you goin’ for later shall we.” Spike stopped mid caress, took on a look of genuine concern then asked, “Before we get going Xan, I need to know, do you trust me? ‘cause some of this will be new so, I mean do you really trust? You know I won’t hurt you yeah? (well not unless you ask)”, the wink accompanying the last statement belying the seriousness of the question, but lightening the mood a little.

Xander’s answer came in the form of a tight hug, warm kiss and heartfelt, “With my love and my life, Spike.” The statement was so simple and message so sincerely delivered, that Spike felt his chest tighten and tears threaten yet again, yet returned with a “Thanks” and chaste kiss on the lips.

Spike broke the hug and leaned over his side of the bed to rummage for something from his duffel bag, returning with several items including one apparently brand new, still in its wrapping.

Poignant moment obviously over, Xander looked on with some amusement as a somewhat frustrated vampire growled and attempted to remove the plastic covering from the new toy he was holding. Xander barely stifled a snort of laughter as Spike vamped into full game face, and proceeded to use his razor sharp fangs to slice the packaging open where his human teeth had been inadequate for the task.

“And here was me using scissors all these years!”

Xander noted a hint of embarrassment in the withering look Spike shot his way.

“Right Harris, need you on your front for this. Elbows and knees.”

“Way with the small talk, Bleachboy” was the reply but the ‘assistant’ complied with a smile.

His forehead comfortably pressed into a luxurious pillow, Xander felt, rather than saw the generous handful of oil poured onto his raised back side. It dribbled down past his rear entrance then was actively rubbed over cheeks, down the perineum and swirled around his anus. The gentle hand continued to massage the oil through his curls, over his soft sac with an occasional sweep over his suddenly very interested sex, while another hand focused around his rear entrance, pushing into him with penetrations so minute that he hardly felt the breach. Preoccupied with the hand continuing its tease around his sac, he moaned when the small breach of his rear became a full oily finger. It caressed and stroked his soft channel, then was replaced by two, causing him to jump again as his prostate was given some special attention. Xander groaned as he relaxed into the delightful sensations.

He had just begun to think that nothing could feel more wonderful, when the fingers were withdrawn and a cool mouth apparently containing not a small amount of oil, was placed on the same spot. He felt the gush of liquid as it squirted past his sphincter and a tongue follow it inside. It was Spike’s turn to struggle with control, Xander distinctly feeling the ridges emerge but the tongue kept up its rhythm as did the hand cupping his balls and caressing his erection. The emergence of the ridges and ‘risk’ of fangs at his very tender entrance seemed incredibly erotic and intense.

Xander felt a familiar tingling sensation causing his erection to twitch, signaling the approach of release. Spike felt the twitch and grabbed the base of his partner’s member, effectively cutting off the climax. He forced his tongue in one more time then swiftly withdrew, lapping the outer rim tenderly as it passed. Xander was so caught up in the exquisite feel of this last act coupled with the loss of penetration and need to come, that he barely registered a firm leather band replacing the hand that had stayed his release.

“Oh God Spike! Not fair! Please… please! Need to come!”

“Later pet, just want you to feel for now.” He placed a quieting hand on Xander’s shoulder.

Spike picked up the new toy he had been so desperate to unwrap and added a generous amount of lube. The string of balls dangled just within Xander’s line of sight. He’d never used this sort of toy before but his body responded to the notion with a further jolt of arousal.

“Relax pet this will feel *so* good.” With that Spike, rolled the beads into one hand, using the other to nudge the opening and push the first and smallest ball in. Xander gasped in surprise at the rather odd sensation of a ball parting him, then his anus closing tight around it. Spike could not help but smile – it looked almost like the ring of muscles were actively swallowing the round object, he observed the same phenomenon with the next three – each progressively bigger and each evoking a correspondingly louder groan from the recipient as they entered. Spike stroked the back of his lover as he pushed in the last and largest one home and fixed them in place.

“Try to move a little luv.” Xander does as instructed. As he began to shift his legs to kneel up, he felt the anal beads start to move. They rubbed him from the inside, compressed and rolled against his prostate and caused him to cry out with pleasure and surprise as he finally managed to sit up.

“Relax pet, just feel into it yeah?”

“Oh Spike…?” Another move, a look of wonder and his words were lost again in favor of a few minutes of panting. He put his face back down onto the pillow.

Spike began to rub gentle circles on his lover’s lower back then moved the hands to squeeze and massage the backside, somehow shifting the internal stimulation to fever pitch. Xander began to shake, whimpered into the pillow, and felt his manhood pulsate and ache in equal measure.

In the minutes that followed Spike continued his ‘massage’, and the oddest and most wonderful sensation began, Xander’s whole rear channel had started to pulsate and contract. He began to keen, and finally screamed into the pillow as the most intense full body orgasm he’d ever experienced, took him completely. He shuddered as it ended and passed out.

Some time later he awoke, registered a cool hand caressing his forehead and turned to smile at its owner.

“God Spike, I’ve *never*…. and that was…. What *was* that?”

“Dry orgasm luv and a damned good one by all accounts.”

Xander closed his good eye again and replied with a husky “Hell yeah.”

“Snooze a bit more pet then we’ll sort you some supper.” Spike lifted off the bed and wandered over to take up his computer again.

Xander rolled to his side still vaguely aware that the beads were in place, tried to remember what it was he and Spike needed to talk about, but lost the train of thought and succumbed to sleep once more.