Mission Implausible

Part Six: Mission Debriefing

Spike looked around the room for a weapon. He finally settled for removing the wooden bar from the closet and hoped the first security guard they came across had a weapon he could take and use. "Let me check the hallway," he told Xander, who just nodded.

He casually opened the door as if he expected there to be a guard waiting outside with whom he needed to speak. When he saw no one, he stepped into the hall and looked both ways, then looked up to determine if he could see any security cameras. He didn’t, so looked back into the room and motioned for Xander to join him.

When Xander got to the door, Spike took his hand and led him down the hallway in the opposite direction from the one Gregho’r had brought them. At the end of the hall he found another set of stairs, just as Willow had said. They were less ornate than the other set, and Spike hoped they didn’t lead to the kitchen where he was sure many servants were busy preparing the night’s feast, and that they didn’t run into anyone on their way who would sound the alarm.

The stairs did lead to the servant-run area of the house, but not directly into the kitchen. Spike and Xander were able to descend to the ground floor without meeting anyone, and then searched for the stairs to the basement. Once found, they opened the door carefully and peeked in. It was dark, so Spike reached for a light switch.

Spike and Xander went down the stairs. The single dull bulb lit up a dusty and cobweb-covered room. It didn’t look like anyone had been down here in years. Spike frowned, wondering how a house with so many servants to keep it clean was allowed to get dirty in the basement. And where were all the things you’d normally expect to be found in a basement? Canned goods, laundry room, wine racks...

Xander tugged on Spike’s hand and when Spike turned, pointed. Spike followed his finger and shook his head in disgust. A dust-free path led through the basement and he couldn’t believe he missed seeing it, or that the security personnel didn’t do a better job of keeping their security room more secure. Spike followed the path to a wall, and then searched for a release. When he found it, he showed Xander where it was, and then stood back. He got into attack stance, and then nodded his readiness to Xander.

Xander triggered the release and a portion of the wall swung open. Bright light spilled out into the basement. Spike sprang into action, launching himself into the room. No one was sitting at the console. He crouched and spun around. There was no one in the room. He stood up and shook his head. What a bleedin’ let down! Just when he was ready to kick some demon ass, no demons.

Kormac was an idiot, half-demon or no. Just like any other idiot, despite the lengths he went to to protect himself, once he felt safe, he was overconfident. Hence, no guards manning the security room.

He motioned Xander into the room, and they both looked for the catch that would close the door, making sure there was also a release that would reopen it so they weren’t trapped. They shut the door, and once safely hidden inside, Spike carefully examined the console. He laughed out loud at what he saw there. Not only did he know where the book was hidden, because of the level of security in that room, he knew how to disable it, and the security at the gate.

In addition, Kormac, paranoid until he got overconfident inside his own home, had installed a gas tank that could be opened into the ventilation system. Once freed, the gas would disable all intruders. Spike pressed the button that would release the gas, then sat down in one of the chairs and put his feet up on the console.

"Have a seat," he said. "We’ll need to wait until the gas has done its job, and then been cleared out anyway. Wonder if they’ve got anything to eat down here?" Spike began to check the drawers.

***

Spike and Xander were already waiting at the car for the rest of the Scoobies when they finally arrived.

"Xander!" Willow cried and ran up to her bestest-oldest friend and wrapped him in her arms. "You’re okay!"

"How did you get out?" Giles asked. "I thought your circumstances were dire."

"Turns out Kormac was a bit overconfident. No one was manning the security room. We were able to gas everyone unconscious, find the book, and disable the security so you lot could get in," Spike said, holding up the book Giles needed.

"Is that...?" Giles’ voice was full of reverence.

When Willow was done making sure Xander was in one piece, Buffy took over the inspection.

"What about all the guards?" Willow asked, looking around.

"Dead," Spike said. "Kormac didn’t get his money’s worth when he hired those wankers, they barely put up a fight." He shook the book at Giles, making the other man’s eyes widen in alarm. "Next time you promise me some violence, you better deliver, Watcher. Anyway, what took you so long to get here?" he asked.

Giles removed his glasses. "Yes, well," he said. "I, er, forgot I didn’t have a car, so we had to borrow..." He pointed to the rust heap they’d arrived in.

"Ah," Spike said.

"So, does that mean I don’t get to kill anything?" Buffy whined.

"Knock yourself out," Spike said, waving his hand towards the mansion. "There’s a houseful of demons in there."

***

When Buffy had slayed, they drove back to town, dropping Xander at his house so he could get some sleep after his ordeal with the drug. The next night, Xander and Spike regaled everyone with tales of their harrowing experience as captives at Kormac’s estate. Spike refrained from mentioning Xander’s antics while under the drug.

"Oh, God!" Buffy shuddered. "A drug that makes you want to have sex with Spike! That’s just...diabolical," she said. "It’s a good thing you don’t remember it," she added. "You’d be in therapy for...ever!"

"You’re a bloody comedienne, Slayer," Spike said, but he noticed that Xander didn’t respond to Buffy’s teasing.

They broke up that night after making plans to meet at The Bronze the next evening, and after Spike reminded Giles that he and Xander got to keep their new wardrobe. Giles reluctantly handed it over. Spike also suggested that Giles might want to give him the clothes rack and hangers, since he wouldn’t be needing them anymore. And then he held his hand out for the cash he’d been promised. Giles rolled his eyes and paid him.

***

Spike showed up at The Bronze early and kept himself busy by playing two games of pool before the others arrived. He joined them at the table, and they sat around talking until the three girls got up to dance. Spike looked at Xander, who had been uncommonly quiet all evening.

"You wanna dance?" he asked.

Xander flinched. "No!" he said adamantly.

"Wanna play pool?" Spike tried, seeing an empty table.

"No," Xander said. "Thanks."

Spike sat back in his chair, uncertain what to do next. Xander wasn’t talking to him, was in fact uncomfortable around him. He knew it was too good to last. Now that the mission was over, Xander wanted nothing to do with him. Not that he wasn’t disappointed they weren’t going to be having sex, but it would have been nice to have remained friends. He should have bloody known better! He shoved his chair back so he could storm out just as Xander spoke.

"When are you going to tell them?" he asked.

"Tell who what?" Spike responded, confused.

"Everyone, about what I did," Xander said, staring at Spike angrily.

"Could you be a little more specific, pet?" Spike asked.

"At the club and....at the mansion." Xander’s voice had dropped to a whisper.

Spike suddenly realized what was going on. Xander remembered everything he had done and said the night of the party. "You remember?" Spike asked, just to be sure they were on the same wavelength.

"Oh, yeah," Xander replied, not looking at him.

"And you think I’m going to blab to the Watcher and your friends?" Spike asked, suddenly angry and hurt.

"Of course," Xander said. "You’re evil, remember?"

"Well, yeah," Spike agreed. "But I wouldn’t say anything ‘bout that."

"Why not?" Xander asked a little hysterically. "Seems perfect. You can tell everyone how I wanted to have sex with you and then cried when you didn’t want to."

He couldn’t believe he’d been such a fool. Not only had he and Spike kissed at the club, he’d practically begged Spike to have sex with him at Kormac’s party. And even if Spike was telling everyone that it was the drug that made him want to have sex, Xander knew the drug only loosened his inhibitions, making him say things he thought, but might otherwise not say aloud, do things he wanted to do, but might otherwise not do. The drug had made him divulge and act upon his desire for Spike, but it hadn’t made him want the vampire. He’d already wanted him.

"I never said I didn’t..." Spike broke off.

"Does that mean you do?" Xander asked quietly.

Spike began to answer, then noticed that the girls had returned. "I gotta go," he said shortly. "Need to kill something." He swirled out of the bar, not looking back.

***

"I, um, I need to make sure Spike kills the right things," Xander said, and then stood and ran after him. Xander bolted out the door, and then looked up and down the street for Spike. He saw a shock of blond hair and ran towards it. Spike had stopped below a streetlight to light a cigarette. Xander slowed before he reached Spike and walked up to him.

"Thought you were going to kill something," Xander said.

"Thought you were going to cry in your beer..." Spike stopped when he realized what he’d said. He shook his head. "I didn’t..."

"I thought you said we could have sex if I still wanted to," Xander said, calling himself all kinds of a fool even as he did so.

Spike stilled his fidgeting, and looked up at Xander. "Do you?" he asked.

"Did you mean it?" Xander countered.

"I did if you do, but if you don’t, then I didn’t," Spike said.

Xander just stared at him. "I think I got that," he said.

He took a step closer to Spike. When the vampire nervously raised the cigarette to his lips, Xander snatched it out of his hand and dropped it to the sidewalk. He rubbed it out with the toe of his shoe, and then took another step towards Spike.

"I did," he said quietly.

"Oh, thank Hell!" Spike sagged in relief.

Xander pushed the duster off Spike’s shoulders and down his arms. Spike clenched the sleeves in his hands so it didn’t fall to the ground. Xander pushed him back against the light pole, and ran his hands up and down Spike’s arms, admiring the way the muscles bunched, the way they felt beneath his hands. He leaned in and sniffed Spike’s neck, then licked it. Spike’s head fell back against the pole, and he shivered.

"You taste good," Xander said, after nibbling his way up to Spike’s ear.

Spike groaned. "Xan?"

"Yes, Spike?" Xander acknowledged him.

"Don’t stop, ‘kay?" he begged. He wanted to reach out and grab the boy, but he didn’t want to scare him off. However, if Xander thought he was going to get Spike all worked up and not follow through, the boy had another think coming!

"‘Kay," Xander agreed. "Oh, wait," he said, stepping back. "We’re going to have to stop..."

"Why?" Spike growled.

"Is it cool or really, really scary that you growling just made me hard?" Xander asked.

Spike growled again as he reached for Xander.

"No, no, no! We have to stop, but just for a minute," Xander assured him.

"Why?" Spike whined.

Xander tried not to smile. "Because we’re on the sidewalk, and I have an apartment..."

"Right," Spike said. "Let’s go, then." Spike straightened and pulled his duster up. He grabbed Xander’s hand and began leading him down the sidewalk.

"Uh, Spike," Xander said, tugging on his hand. The vampire ignored him. "Spike!"

"What?" he asked, frustration clearly evident in his voice, as he continued to pull Xander down the sidewalk.

"We’re going the wrong way," Xander said.

***

Once safely in his apartment, Xander pushed Spike’s duster off his shoulders. This time Spike let it fall to the floor. Xander gently shoved Spike back against the door and ran his hands over the vampire’s chest. He noticed Spike’s nipples harden, and rubbed his thumb over one.

Spike groaned.

Xander looked into his face as he pinched his nipple. "Does that feel good?" he asked. "‘Cause it felt really good when you did it to me."

Spike grasped Xander’s hips and held on tight. "Yeah," he moaned. "Feels good. Do it again," he begged. Xander pinched both nipples. "Oh, yeah, harder."

"You’re a sick puppy," Xander whispered as he leaned into Spike. He sniffed him again, because he couldn’t believe Spike smelled so good. There was a hint of nicotine, hair gel, and leather, but there was something else, something purely Spike, that was nearly intoxicating. Cripes, he thought, a dead guy smelled better than he did!

"Ruff," Spike whisper-barked into Xander’s ear, and then closed blunt teeth on his earlobe.

"Oh, fuck, Spike," Xander groaned, his hips bucking into the blond. He ran his fingers into Spike’s hair and tugged his head back, and then attacked his mouth. Spike didn’t protest; he parted his lips and invited Xander in. Xander’s tongue invaded the vampire’s wet mouth, exploring, tasting.

Without breaking the kiss, Spike whirled them around and pressed Xander into the door. His whole body was on fire with his need for the other man. He took control of the kiss and rubbed himself against Xander. He rotated his hips, and his cock dragged over Xander’s.

"Oh, God, yeah," Xander moaned into his mouth. "Do that again."

Spike did, rotating his hips and grinding into Xander’s groin as he once again claimed the brunette’s mouth and kissed him breathless. "Like that?" he asked against Xander’s wet, swollen lips.

"D-definitely," Xander said. "You’re stopping?" he asked, trying to pull Spike back against him.

"Bed, I’m thinking," Spike said. "‘Less you want to use the floor."

The two men looked down at the hard floor.

"Bed sounds good," Xander agreed, and then pushed away from the wall and led Spike through the small apartment to the bedroom.

Spike immediately shoved Xander’s jacket off and then lifted his shirt. Xander raised his arms and Spike pulled the shirt off, then pushed Xander down onto the bed and started grappling with the button on his waistband. Xander would have laughed at the look of intense concentration on Spike’s face if he wasn’t in such a desperate hurry himself.

Spike finally had the pants unbuttoned and unzipped, and pulled them down Xander’s legs, only to get hung up when he reached his sneakers. Shrugging, Spike left them. He grabbed Xander’s boxers and tugged them down, and then stared at him like a starving man at a banquet.

"Spike," Xander whimpered, and wiggled to catch Spike’s attention.

Spike crawled onto the bed beside him and latched onto a nipple, sucking and biting, while his hand trailed a path over Xander’s stomach and through the curls at his groin. Xander dug his fingers into Spike’s scalp to hold the vampire’s head against him, and lifted his hips in an attempt to force Spike’s hand onto his hard, aching cock.

Spike pulled out of Xander’s grasp and kissed his way down Xander’s body. When he reached the delectable flesh, Spike blew on it. Xander shuddered.

"Please, Spike," he begged.

"Please what?" Spike teased, blowing on him again.

"Ah, God, you bastard," Xander responded lightly. "You just remember, payback’s a bitch."

"That right?" Spike asked, licking the drop of pearlescent fluid off the tip of Xander’s penis.

"Ugh, yes!" Xander cried. "Spike, please. Please suck m...ahh!"

Spike didn’t even wait for Xander to complete his request before closing his lips over the head of his cock and sucking as he twirled his tongue around it. He stopped long enough to say, "You taste like heaven, Xander," and then dipped his head back down and took Xander in to the root.

With his nose buried in Xander’s curls, Spike breathed deeply, imprinting the scent of the boy on his mind. He sucked and swallowed around Xander’s shaft as the brunette once again grabbed his head to urge him on while writhing beneath him. He felt Xander’s body stiffen and saw his back bow, and then the boy was crying out and shooting into his mouth.

Spike swallowed the warm fluid filling his mouth and the taste of Xander pervaded his senses. When Xander was empty, Spike sucked the softening penis clean and then gently let it fall from his mouth. He stood and removed Xander’s sneakers and pulled his pants, boxers, and socks off, then removed his own clothes before climbing back onto the bed to lay beside him.

"Holy...crap!" Xander moaned.

"That good, huh?" Spike teased.

"Better," Xander assured him. He reached for Spike and pulled him close. "Kiss me?" he asked.

"You never have to ask, Xander," Spike said, and proceeded to kiss his boy.

He wondered when exactly it was that he’d begun to think of Xander as his? The night of the party when he’d been drugged and Spike had to take care of him? The night before at the club, when he and Xander had kissed for the first time? Or even earlier, like the first night at the club when he’d told the other demons that Xander was his? Perhaps his desire for the boy could be traced back to the night his sire offered him his neck. Well, he’d think about that later.

"Mmm, that was nice, Spike," Xander said as the vampire pulled back to allow him to breathe.

"Nice?" Spike asked, offended.

"Very nice?" Xander corrected. "My turn?"

Spike swallowed nervously. He was so hard it hurt. "If you want," he said.

"Oh, I want," Xander replied. "I want very much."

Xander started by kissing Spike’s neck. It was so soft, and he smelled so nice. He kissed along Spike’s shoulder, and then down his chest. Sliding down on the bed, Xander took one nipple into his mouth, laving it and then closing his teeth gently around it. When he got the reaction he was looking for from the vampire, he moved on to the other nipple.

Xander kissed and licked his way down Spike’s body until he came face-to-face with his erection. Xander had never seen another man’s penis before, and he spent some time studying it. He touched it with his fingers and was amazed at how soft it felt despite its hardness, like steel wrapped in velvet. He squeezed it, and Spike jumped.

He sucked in a breath and let go. "Did I hurt you?" he asked worriedly.

"No," Spike groaned. "Felt good."

"Oh," Xander said. He saw that Spike was leaking pre-come, so leaned closer and licked the tip of Spike’s cock. It didn’t taste as awful as he thought it would. He licked him again, letting his tongue swirl around the tip as if he were licking an ice cream cone.

"Xander, please," Spike pleaded.

Xander grinned evilly. "Please what?" he asked.

"Pillock!"

Xander licked down the shaft, then sucked on it, lightly running his teeth over it.

"Oh, fuck yeah!" Spike cried. "Do that again!"

Xander went back to licking Spike, up and down the shaft, around the head. He was driving Spike crazy. Enough pressure to make his balls ache, but not enough to empty them.

"Xander, please," he tried again. "Please suck me."

Xander stopped and looked up at him.

"What?" Spike asked, nearly incoherent with desire.

"I’ve never done this before," Xander said, his voice small, as if he was afraid Spike would make fun of him.

"No matter, luv. You’ll do fine. Just do what you think would feel good, yeah?" Spike suggested, and just managed to refrain from adding, ‘and do it now’.

Xander nodded and lowered his head to Spike. He took Spike into his mouth and sucked, working his tongue around the head. He slowly lowered his mouth over Spike, sucking up and down his shaft, taking a little bit more in each time. Before Xander had managed to take half of Spike in, the vampire was twisting the blanket in his hands to keep from forcing himself into Xander’s throat as he came.

Xander felt Spike shoot into his mouth and wondered for a moment what he was supposed to do, and then he swallowed, and swallowed again as Spike continued to jerk and twitch in his mouth. When Spike’s body was limp beneath him, Xander released his cock and slid up the bed to lay beside him.

Spike pulled Xander into his arms and they lay like that for a couple minutes. Finally, Xander couldn’t stand the suspense any longer. "Well?" he asked.

"Well what?" Spike responded.

"Was it...was it any good?" he asked worriedly.

"Oh, Xander," Spike said, rolling them so Xander was on his back and he was leaning over him. "It was better than good." He placed a light kiss on Xander’s swollen lips.

"Really?" Xander asked with a goofy smile.

"Really," Spike assured him, and kissed him again. "‘Course, you can never have too much practice at things like this," he added.

Xander’s eyes widened in protest, and then narrowed. "Is that right, fangless?"

"What’s this?" Spike asked in pretend ire. "Tossing insults about the minute the mission’s over?"

"Insult?" Xander asked with faked confusion. "I thought we agreed it was a nickname?"

"You thought we agreed, huh?" Spike said with a growl. He climbed to his knees and flipped Xander to his stomach. "I’ll show you something we agree on."

Suddenly Spike was between Xander’s legs and had pulled Xander up to his knees. He spread Xander’s cheeks and took a moment to enjoy the sight of his boy’s virgin hole.

"Uh, Spike?" Xander squeaked.

Spike ignored him, attacking his ass with his tongue, kissing and gently biting the cheeks, and then licking along the cleft. Before Xander realized what was happening, Spike was lapping at his hole.

"Oh, God, Spike!" he yelped as his ass twitched in response.

Spike pushed his tongue against Xander’s hole. He breached the ring of muscle and curled his tongue, dragging it along the walls of Xander’s internal passage. Xander squealed. Soon he was writhing on Spike’s tongue and his knees slid out from under him. Spike followed him down and continued sucking and licking his ass. As soon as he hit the bed, Xander began rubbing himself against it.

"Oh, no you don’t," Spike muttered. He pulled Xander back to his knees, and returned to tongue-fucking him. Xander reached for his cock. Spike let go of his hips and grabbed his hands to keep him from touching himself.

"Please, Spike!" Xander cried.

Spike used Xander’s hands like reins to pull him back onto his tongue, and Xander began to squirm against his face. Pulling his hands behind his back, Spike gripped them both in one, and then placed a finger against Xander’s lips. "Get it nice and wet," Spike paused long enough to say, and Xander opened his mouth.

When his finger was wet enough, he pulled it out of Xander’s mouth and placed it at his hole. "Relax," he whispered, and then slowly pushed it inside Xander’s slick and loosened entrance. Xander grunted at the initial intrusion.

"Bear down," Spike instructed. Xander did, and Spike’s finger slid the rest of the way in. He gently twisted it about to further relax Xander’s muscles, and then began to move it in and out. The boy was so hot and tight around his finger it drove Spike wild. When Xander was used to the feel of the one finger, Spike searched for his prostate. He felt the nub beneath his finger just before Xander bucked beneath him.

"What was that?" Xander yelped.

"That, my boy, was your prostate," Spike said, rubbing it again. Xander began to pant as he pushed back against Spike’s fingers. "Want me to stop?" Spike teased, touching it again.

"No, no!" Xander cried.

Pulling out of Xander, smiling at the boy’s whimper of protest, he wiped the leaking pre-come off his cock and used it to lube two fingers. He placed them against Xander’s hole and said, "Relax."

He needn’t have worried. As he pressed his fingers into Xander, Xander pushed back, taking him all the way in. "Oh, Xander," Spike groaned. "You’re so hot." He wiggled his fingers and Xander mewled. "So bloody tight!"

Spike continued to finger-fuck the boy’s ass and stimulate his prostate. Sooner than he would have thought, Xander was stiffening beneath him. His back arched and he threw his head back. Spike touched his prostate one last time and Xander screamed as he came, shooting load after load of semen.

Xander’s whole body seemed to melt. He couldn’t remember ever coming so hard, or so quickly the second time. He’d never realized how sensitive his ass was. And his prostate - how could guys keep something like that a secret? He felt Spike flip him over so he was lying on his back beside the wet spot. And what a wet spot it was. Cripes, his balls felt like they’d been through the ringer.

He opened his eyes and looked at Spike. He knew he had a goofy smile on his face. "Hey, Spike," he said, giddily.

"Xander," Spike replied. "You okay?"

"I think...yes," he said. "Except, I can’t feel my body. Or I can feel it too much. Am I still here?" he asked. "‘Cause I think I might have dissolved into a puddle of goo and dribbled off the side of the bed..."

"That’s... Okay, that’s gross," Spike said. "But I can verify that your body is still here, and I’ll prove it to you."

Spike gathered some of Xander’s release on his fingers and wiped it in and around Xander’s pulsating hole. He coated his fingers in it, and then pressed three inside Xander. He’d nearly come when he saw Xander’s climax, but he wanted to be inside the boy. He knew that even the slightest bit of pain would set the chip off, so he had to make sure Xander was thoroughly prepared.

"Oh, yeah, I can feel that," Xander moaned. "Wh-what...what have you..."

"My fingers, Xan," Spike said. "Got three fingers in you now. Feel how tight you are?" he asked, stretching his fingers. "‘M filling you up. Gonna fill you with my cock. Wanna be inside you when I come, Xan."

"Oh, God, yes," Xander said, and suddenly he wanted that, too, more than he’d have thought possible. "I wanna feel you inside me, too."

Spike pulled his fingers out and lubed up his cock. He placed the head at Xander’s entrance, and forced himself to move slowly. "I’m gonna press in, now, Xan, so you bear down, ‘kay?"

"‘Kay," Xander replied breathlessly.

Spike pushed, and Xander bore down. Spike’s head popped past the ring of muscle, and he paused. There’d been no twinge from the chip, but he had to be sure. "You okay?" he asked.

"Uh, yeah," Xander said. "Feels weird, but it doesn’t hurt...much. It’s like...pressure, but not pain. Am I making any sense here?" he asked.

Spike grinned at him. "Oh, yeah, you’re making a lot of sense, luv," he said.

"You’re just saying that so you can get in my pants," Xander pouted.

"Already there, luv," Spike replied, and slowly pushed the rest of the way in until he was fully seated within Xander’s ass. "Oh, yeah," he groaned. "Wanna stay here forever, Xan," he said. The boy was so warm it felt like he was burning. Hell, how he missed the heat. And tight! It felt like he’d shoved his cock into a vise...

"Ahh!" he cried as Xander flexed his ass muscles. He looked down at Xander’s grinning face.

"Like that?" he asked.

"Do it again," Spike said, and Xander did. With a growl, Spike began to pull out of Xander. The brunette grabbed for him and Spike quickly assured him he wasn’t stopping. When he had pulled out to his head, he slowly pushed back in. Xander sighed in relief.

Spike increased his tempo until he was pumping into Xander madly. He pulled the boy back onto him, his hold tight enough to leave bruises on his hips. Xander began to thrash as Spike stimulated his prostate, brushing past it with every thrust. The sight of Xander wriggling beneath him, the feel of him tight around his cock, and the smell of sex soon sent Spike spiraling over the edge.

He shot his release into Xander’s ass, and then fell forward, bracing his hands on the bed to keep himself from falling onto Xander. It took him a couple moments to realize that Xander was panting below him as he worked himself. Spike knocked Xander’s hand away, bent over, and took him into his mouth.

Xander cried out as Spike’s cool mouth enveloped his cock. He whimpered as Spike sucked him, and he thrust into the vampire’s mouth. The feel of Spike’s cock pulsing inside him, and his cool sperm filling him, had been amazing and left him hovering at the edge. Spike rolled his ball sac and then tugged gently on it. When he felt one of Spike’s fingers against his hole, pressing as if it wanted to gain entry right along side Spike’s softening cock, Xander felt his load shoot from his balls, through his cock, and into Spike’s mouth.

When he recovered from his third orgasm - and when was the last time that had happened in one night, much less one hour? he thought - he was wrapped in Spike’s arms, his head resting on the blond’s chest as Spike ran his hands over Xander’s back.

"This is nice," he said sleepily. "Can we stay like this forever?" he asked.

Spike hesitated. He knew what he wanted Xander’s question to mean, but thought it was too soon to expect that from the boy. Hell, they’d gone from hating each other, to reluctant friends and allies, to kissing, to...this, whatever this was, in two weeks. He couldn’t ask for more from him. Not yet, anyway. "Well, sure," he said, trying to keep his tone light. "But forever’s not gonna last too long if we don’t get up to eat."

Xander pinched him. "You know what I mean," he pouted, hoping the vampire did, because he wasn’t very good at spelling things out. Not emotional things, at least. Especially when he was afraid of being shot down.

Spike wasn’t sure he did know what Xander meant, but he figured the boy didn’t mean what he wanted him to mean, at least not at this stage. "I’m not sure I do, Xander," he said gently. "I know this...thing between us is kinda sudden, but I enjoyed it, and want to do it again. If that’s what you mean, then we can do this as often as you want. Tomorrow night, the night after that, and..."

"That’s sorta what I meant," Xander said, wondering if he was pushing things too fast, but needing to know. "But, can we do it whenever I want, like, forever?" he asked.

Spike stilled his hands. Maybe the boy did want the same thing he did. "As long as you’ll have me, luv," Spike said, tightening his grip on Xander.

Xander tilted his head back and looked up at Spike. He smiled. "So, forever, right?"

Spike grinned. "You don’t know what you’re getting into, Xander," he warned happily.

"Oh, please! I think I’ve known you long enough to know what I’m getting into," Xander replied, giddy with relief. "You’re annoying," he counted off on his fingers. Spike preened.

"You cheat at pool, and probably poker, too."

Spike growled. "I don’t cheat. Well, not at pool. You just suck."

"You hate me and my friends, and want to kill us all."

"I don’t hate you. Not anymore. And I promise not to kill your friends. Unless they really annoy me."

"And you’re very sexy."

"Now, that we can agree on," Spike said, and decided to shut Xander up with a kiss.