"No!" Xander exclaimed.

Spike scented Xander’s increased arousal, and smirked. "Thinking about it now?" he asked huskily.

"Fuck, yes," Xander hissed.

Spike let go of Xander’s hand and put his arm around the other man’s waist, pulling him close so they were walking hip-to-hip. "Are you hard for me, Xan?" he whispered in Xander’s ear, as his other hand reached around the boy to cover the erection filling Xander’s jeans. "Oh, yeah, you are," he continued, his voice deep and low as he teasingly rubbed the palm of his hand over Xander’s erection.

"Christ, Spike," Xander groaned, closing his eyes, and then reaching out to grab Spike as he stumbled once again. His arm slipped around the vampire, beneath his duster, and Spike shivered as Xander’s warmth seeped into his cool flesh.

"Come on, Pet," Spike said softly. "Not long now."

"I know," Xander whimpered.

"I meant until we get to your apartment, Xan," Spike said, smiling.

"Oh, right. That’s what I meant, too," Xander said.

"Look, Pet," Spike said, pointing ahead of them with a lift of his chin. "I can see your apartment from here. As long as we don’t get interrupted between here and there, I’ll have you naked and coming in less than five minutes," he promised hoarsely.

"God, Spike!" Xander cried, as if in pain, and Spike could smell the spicy scent of Xander’s essence as his cock began to leak.

With a growl, Spike decided to stop teasing the boy before he came in his pants, which would be a complete waste. He released Xander’s waist and grasped his hand again, then began leading him quickly towards his apartment. Xander followed obediently until both men were jogging toward their destination, though Xander made grunts of pleasure/pain with each stride. Spike knew exactly how he felt, and rearranged his cock in his tight jeans.

When they reached his apartment, Xander unlocked the door and pushed it open. Before stepping inside, he turned to look at Spike. The vampire pulled Xander into his arms and stepped forward until his arms ran into the invisible barrier. He slowly lowered his head and gently brushed his lips over Xander’s. "Gonna invite me in, Pet?" he asked softly.

"Come in, Spike," Xander whispered, and they fell into the room when the barrier disappeared. With preternatural speed, Spike caught his balance, keeping them both on their feet. He pushed the door shut and shoved Xander against it, kissing him again.

"You’re a lovely, boy," Spike murmured, as he placed kisses along Xander’s jaw and down his neck.

Bloody hell, he thought in a lucid moment. What was happening to him? He’d blame his reaction to the boy on drink, if it wasn’t for the fact that he felt stone cold sober at the moment. He’d only meant to tease him earlier, but the moment he’d touched him, he’d been unable to *not* touch him. He’d wanted to know what the boy felt like, *needed* to touch him, make him come. And it had been more, better, than he ever could have imagined.

Xander, self-proclaimed lover of all things feminine, had responded to Spike’s touch like an addict to heroine, and his reaction had only served to fuel Spike’s desire. *That* he could blame on the fight. Always got his adrenaline, his hormones, pumping when he fought. Arguments that led to fists flying which eventually led to sex with Buffy had taken care of that, and before and after their ill-fated affair, lonely wanks in his crypt as images of the blonde Slayer played through his head.

He’d never once pictured Xander Harris in his wet dreams. Unless you counted the ones where he tore the boy’s throat out and drained him, leaving his body for the Slayer to find. But he’d never imagined touching the boy, making him come, kissing him. And he’d never *ever* imagined that, that same boy touching him would make him come. And now, all of those things had happened. And they were going to happen again, if Spike had any say in the matter. He just needed to remind the boy who was master here.

Spike lifted his head from where he’d been nuzzling Xander’s neck. "Get on your knees, Xander," he drawled the command. He watched Xander’s eyes, already glazed with desire, widen at his tone. He opened his mouth to speak, but Spike forestalled him. "Now," he ordered.

Spike had to bite his lower lip to keep from groaning when Xander shuddered, and then slowly fell to his knees, his hands sliding down Spike’s body until they came to rest on the leather duster covering his hips. "Good boy," Spike said, running his fingers through Xander’s hair. He gently tugged Xander’s head back so the boy was looking up into his eyes. "Undo my jeans," Spike said.

Xander swallowed hard, and then reached for Spike’s waistband with trembling hands. Spike could smell the fear and uncertainty, almost taste it. But it wasn’t nearly as strong as the scent of the arousal wetting the front of Xander’s jeans. Spike forced himself to hold still as Xander unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, though the desire to thrust himself against Xander’s hands was intense.

Spike closed his eyes and concentrated on the sound of Xander’s racing heart, the blood rushing through his veins, his harsh, panting breath. Oh, yeah, the boy would feel wonderful; his warm mouth wrapped around Spike’s cock; sucking, swallowing. Spike couldn’t hold back the groan, and opened his eyes to see Xander staring up at him.

With eyes locked together, Xander slowly drew the zip of Spike’s jeans down. His cock, unrestrained by boxers, jutted from dark curls as Xander separated the denim. The scent wafting off Xander was almost unbearable, and Spike wanted to shove his cock in Xander’s mouth and fuck the boy, but he restrained himself.

"Taste me," he ground out, almost desperate for Xander’s touch.

Xander wrapped his fingers around Spike’s shaft, eliciting another groan at the warm touch, and then stuck his tongue out to lick the head. Spike fisted his hands at his sides to keep from grabbing Xander’s head, and waited. Xander swiped his tongue along the ridge, brushing over the sensitive bundle of nerves, and then over the tip.

At the first taste of Spike’s precum, Xander groaned, and Spike nearly lost it. "Suck me, Xander," he said, unable to keep the pleading out of his voice.

Xander covered the head of Spike’s penis with his mouth, and sucked as he twirled his tongue over the tip and into the slit. "Fuck, yes," Spike hissed. "More."

Spike tilted his head back and looked at the ceiling, hoping that not looking at his cock in Xander’s mouth would keep him from ending this too soon. Xander sucked harder on the head of his cock while working the shaft with his hand. Spike bit his lower lip. Xander lowered his mouth over Spike’s length, taking more of him in, at the same time his other hand came up to cup Spike’s sac. Spike grunted.

Xander let go of Spike’s penis, placing that hand on his hip to steady himself. He began to move his mouth up and down on Spike’s shaft, taking more in with each downstroke, his other hand gently kneading Spike’s balls. Spike couldn’t stop himself; he had to look down. His cock, hard and red and glistening with saliva, was sliding in and out of Xander’s mouth.

When Xander’s nose was buried in his curls, his cock brushing the back of Xander’s throat, Spike finally lost it. He ran his fingers through Xander’s hair, and then gently cradled Xander’s head. "Hold still, Xan," he said, and then began to gently rock his hips. "Keep sucking," he gasped.

"Fuck, you feel so good," Spike moaned. "Fuck, Xander. I’m gonna come! Swallow for me, boy. Now." Xander swallowed. Spike roared as his balls tightened and emptied into his cock. And then it was pulsing in Xander’s mouth, and the boy was swallowing around him, and Spike kept coming, and coming.

When his cock became too sensitive to Xander’s touch, Spike pulled out of the boy’s mouth and lifted him to his feet. Xander was licking thick, white cream off his lips. Some had dribbled down his chin, and Spike darted in to lick it off, and then plundered Xander’s mouth, high on the taste of himself mixed with the taste of Xander. Xander’s arms went around his back.

"Where’s your bedroom?" Spike whispered against Xander’s lips. Xander, nipping and sucking at Spike’s swollen bottom lip, pointed behind them. With a grin, Spike began moving them toward the hallway he could see from where they stood. They didn’t part until they were standing in the middle of Xander’s bedroom.

Without speaking, Spike pulled away from Xander and reached for his jacket. He slipped the jacket off Xander’s shoulders and down his arms, and then tossed it towards a chair. He grabbed the hem of Xander’s shirt and lifted it. Xander obediently raised his arms without being asked, and Spike pulled the shirt off, aiming it towards the jacket.

Spike grasped Xander’s waistband, smirking as the boy groaned when his knuckles grazed his straining erection. He unbuttoned and unzipped the pants, and then pushed jeans and boxers down to Xander’s knees. He moved the boy back towards the bed, and Xander toppled bonelessly onto it.

He reached for Xander’s shoes, but his cock was standing up so nicely, all red and purple, and leaking copious amounts of precum. Spike watched as another drop of precum oozed out and joined the others trailing down the head. He subconsciously licked his lips, and Xander groaned. Spike suddenly had to taste the boy again.

He crawled onto the bed beside Xander and began to kiss him, his cool fingers trailing over the heated flesh of Xander’s chest. His tongue danced with Xander’s as he paid special attention to the boy’s nipples. When both nipples were hardened nubs, Spike moved down the bed and took one into his mouth, while he continued to play with the other.

Spike moved his cool tongue to the other nipple, and let his hand stray down Xander’s abdomen. He touched the tip of the boy’s cock, and Xander arched off the bed. "Spike!" he cried.

The blond vampire knelt at Xander’s hip and licked the tip of Xander’s cock. The boy was well-endowed, and Spike suddenly wanted nothing more than to have that hard flesh in his mouth. He covered the head and sucked, his tongue twirling over the tip, and pressing against the nerves below the ridge. He slowly lowered his mouth over Xander’s length, licking and sucking as he did, until his nose was pressed against Xander’s pelvis

Xander began to buck his hips as he chanted unintelligible words. Spike grabbed Xander’s hips and held the boy down, and then exerted hard suction as he lifted his mouth to the top of Xander’s penis. Xander cried out, and then cried out again as Spike quickly lowered his mouth until the head of Xander’s cock was touching the back of his throat.

Spike swallowed, and Xander screamed. Spike continued to suck and lick and swallow while Xander writhed below him, his voice becoming hoarse from yelling Spike’s name. And then Spike felt Xander’s cock thicken and pulse, and the boy shot warm fluid into Spike’s mouth. Spike swallowed until Xander was empty, and then gently licked and sucked the boy clean.

He let Xander’s softening penis slip from between his lips, and then crawled up the bed to stretch out beside him. Spike ran his fingers into Xander’s hair, which he couldn’t stop wanting to touch, and turned his head. Xander opened heavily-lidded eyes. "Spike," he moaned.

Spike leaned in and kissed him, a kiss which Xander fervently returned. "Like that, did you?" Spike asked, when he finally let up on the kiss so Xander could breathe.

"Yes," Xander rasped, blushing at the admission.

"Which did you like better?" Spike asked, unable to resist. Hey, he was evil. "Sucking me off, or getting sucked off?"

Xander groaned, and closed his eyes. Spike’s nostrils flared as he scented a new wave of arousal. "Liked sucking me off, then, did you?" Spike asked teasingly. "Liked being on your knees with my cock in your mouth. Liked me fucking your mouth," he finished in a whisper at Xander’s ear. Xander shuddered, but remained silent.

"Then you’ll really like what we do next," Spike promised huskily while running his hands down Xander’s torso.

Xander’s eyes shot open. "No! Spike, no." He shook his head. "I can’t..."

"Bollocks," Spike replied softly. "You spent a couple of years with the insatiable Anya. And she said you were a Viking in the sack." He smirked. Xander groaned.

"Spike, I really don’t think..."

"You’re not supposed to think, Xander. That’s what gets you into trouble." He lightly tickled Xander’s sides, and then tweaked his nipples. "I still have so much to show you." His voice was dark with promise. "Get on your knees, Xander," he whispered against the boy’s neck, and then licked him.

"Spike..."

"Get on your knees, Xander," Spike said again, wrapping his fingers around Xander’s soft, but reviving, cock. "You’re such a pretty boy, Xannnderrr," Spike purred as he began to softly stroke Xander’s cock. "And I’m going to make you come again, and again. Now," his voice hardened. "Don’t make me tell you again."

Xander hissed in a breath and rolled to his knees, slightly hindered by the jeans Spike had left around his knees. Spike could tell that his muscles were still weak from his orgasm, and he gently slapped Xander’s ass. "Hey!" Xander’s yell was muffled by the bedding.

Spike gracefully rose to his feet and removed his duster and t-shirt, and then untied his boots and kicked them off. He glanced over at the bed where Xander was watching him from beneath his arm. "Did you ever let Anya touch your ass?" Spike asked, as he crawled onto the bed behind Xander.

Xander blushed and started to move away. Spike put his hand on Xander’s back and held him still. "I take it that means ‘no’," he said softly. "Don’t worry, Xander," he added. "It’ll only feel good."

He ran his hands over Xander’s back and hips as he lowered his face to Xander’s ass. He licked and sucked the firm globes, exhaling and letting his cool breath feather over the crease between them. Xander moaned and started to rock his hips, as if he wanted something, but wasn’t sure what it was.

Spike grasped his buttocks and squeezed them, gently kneading and pulling them apart to get a glimpse of Xander’s hidden pucker. The thought of Xander’s virgin ass was tantalizing, and again he had to force himself to move slowly. He licked and sucked the inner curve of Xander’s buttocks, moving closer and closer to his destination, but never touching it. He blew directly on the pucker and watched it flutter as Xander clenched his muscles.

He lowered his head and, starting at Xander’s perineum, licked a path along the cleft, not stopping until he reached Xander’s lower back. "Fuck!" Xander groaned, his whole body quivering at the light touch on his hole. "Spike!"

"Want more, Xan?" Spike asked, and then licked over the hole again without waiting for a response. He arranged his hands so that he gripped Xander’s buttocks with his thumbs pressing against the skin near the pucker, slightly spreading the hole open. Spike lapped at the hole, and then sucked on it before pointing his tongue and shoving it inside.

Xander cried out and nearly jumped off the bed when Spike entered his virgin hole. Spike growled, the fear and desire coming off Xander enough to take him to the edge. He forced his climax back, not wanting to come before he’d driven Xander over the edge. He moved his tongue inside Xander, and then pulled it out, only to push it back in again.

"Oh, God, Spike," Xander groaned as Spike tongue-fucked his ass. "Shit. Oh, fuck." Spike felt Xander shift, and then the other man was resting his weight on his forehead, both hands reaching between his legs to cup and knead his balls and stroke his cock.

Spike left his tongue in Xander’s hole and pressed his teeth against the surrounding flesh, and then he sucked. Hard. Xander yelled his name at the same time he let go of his balls, placed his hand on the bed, and pushed back onto Spike’s tongue. Spike worried Xander’s ass with tongue and teeth as he continued to suck, his hands kneading Xander’s cheeks, his thumbs adding additional stimulation by spreading the hole.

"Ahhh, Spike!" Xander yelled again as his body stiffened against Spike. Spike smelled Xander’s release as he erupted.

Before Xander had recovered from his third orgasm that night, Spike pulled his face away from the boy’s lovely ass and reached beneath him to coat his fingers in the warm fluid Xander had spurted onto the bed. He rubbed his fingers over Xander’s slick opening, and then slowly pushed one inside.

"No, Spike!" Xander tried to sit up.

"Relax, Xander," Spike said, placing his other hand on Xander’s back and rubbing it soothingly. "It’ll feel so good. I promise," he whispered, and then slid his finger the rest of the way in, bent it, and stroked Xander’s prostate.

Xander cried out, and began to pant. "What the fuck?" he asked. Spike didn’t respond, just touched him again.

"Like that?" Spike asked as he slowly withdrew. He scooped up more semen and carefully slid two fingers inside Xander’s hole. He didn’t want the soddin’ chip to go off. He gently stretched Xander, slipping his fingers in until he again reached the gland. He touched it, rubbing it with his fingertips, and then softly scratching it with a nail.

Xander whimpered and writhed on Spike’s fingers; his own hand moved faster over his cock, and the scent he gave off alerted Spike to the fact that he was nearing another orgasm. Spike’s own cock was hard and full and leaking precum. He grasped it with one hand, stroking, pulling, while he stimulated Xander’s nub with the other. Spike felt Xander’s body tighten around his fingers, and moved the hand on his own cock faster.

Xander stiffened, and then his body jerked as he came again, a small puddle of ejaculate joining that already cooling on the bed. Spike couldn’t stop himself from morphing into game-face. Xander fell forward on the bed, pulling himself off Spike’s fingers. Spike grabbed his balls and squeezed roughly as his other hand continued to work his cock. Moments later, he came with a roar, shooting his cool release onto Xander’s ass and back.

When he was empty, Spike fell forward and gently lowered himself onto Xander’s back, disregarding the pool of cool semen between them. He nuzzled Xander’s neck. The boy smelled delicious, he thought, as he licked and sucked the sensitive flesh there.

"Ever done it in the shower, Xan?" Spike asked.

Xander slowly turned his head to look at the vampire in disbelief.

"What?" Spike asked.

"Are you *trying* to kill me?" he asked.

"So what are you saying? You want to wait until tomorrow?" Spike asked seriously.

"I’m thinking, next week!" Xander said. "Or-or never," he added nervously. "I’m not going to be able to *move* tomorrow, much less... And God, what am I laying in?" he asked.

"Wet spot." Spike smirked. "I’ve got one, too."

"Yes, well, I’m surrounded by wet spots," Xander loudly complained. "Christ, I *am* going to have to take a shower," he moaned.

"Knew you’d see it my way," Spike said with a smile.

Spike rolled off Xander and stood, and then helped the other man to his feet and out of the rest of his clothes. Xander staggered towards the door while Spike shoved his still-opened jeans down his legs and kicked them off. He reached the bathroom just as Xander was steadying himself against the sink. Spike left him there and walked around him to the shower.

He turned the water on and waited until it was warm before sending the water to the shower head. He stood and pulled the curtain closed so the heat would build up in the enclosed space. "Come on," he said, reaching for Xander’s hand.

Xander gave him a confused look before allowing Spike to help him into the shower. The sight of the naked man was making Spike hard again, but he realized that Xander was right; the boy *was* only human, after all, and Spike didn’t want to kill him on their first night. Wait! First night? That implied other nights, or at least one other night.

Spike wasn’t sure how he felt about that, even though it was his mind that had conjured the thought up. Xander was easy on the eyes, sure. And he was available, since he’d dumped demon-girl at the altar. And he had a lovely ass. And, bloody hell, his mouth...

All right, there would definitely be other nights. He just needed to figure out how to persuade Xander of that fact. Not that he’d needed much persuading tonight, but come morning, he might see things in a different light. No pun intended. And if he dug his heels in, he’d be more difficult to convince that shaggin’ a guy was not only okay, it was a great idea. Especially a guy of the undead variety.

Spike shrugged. He’d consider it a challenge. He had a feeling that getting into Xander’s bed again would be well worth the effort. With that decided, he grabbed the soap and a washcloth, and began to clean Xander, who seemed to be sleeping standing up. When they were both washed and rinsed, Spike helped Xander out of the tub and into a dry towel.

In the bedroom, Spike pulled the soiled comforter off the bed and tossed it into the corner, and then pulled the sheet and blanket down. Xander climbed into the bed with a grateful sigh, and Spike tucked him in.

"Well," he said casually, picking up his jeans from where he had kicked them. "I should probably be going."

Xander was looking at him through heavily-lidded eyes. Without speaking, he pulled a corner of the blanket back. Spike looked from the boy’s unreadable face to the blanket, and back again. He dropped his jeans and slid into the bed. Xander covered him up and curled around him.

Xander was so warm. Spike touched him with a cold foot. Xander yelped.

"You do that again, and I might have second thoughts about this," Xander mumbled.

"You’re gonna have second thoughts about this, anyway," Spike said, snuggling into Xander’s heat. "But don’t worry, luv. I’ll help you through ‘em."