Xander woke up slowly. He stretched, and then groaned as his muscles protested the movement. He was filled with a strange lassitude. He couldn’t remember feeling this...languid, since he and Anya used to spend the whole night... Xander’s entire body froze as his mind raced on. Spike!

He quickly lifted his head and looked at the other side of the bed. It was empty. He sat up and looked around the bedroom, but could find no sign of the vampire. Nor did he see any indication that the images racing through his head had actually happened last night. Until he noticed the comforter that had been tossed in a corner.

"Oh, God," he whispered, as he fell back on the bed, covering his face with his hands. "What in hell did I do? No, no, no," he moaned. "I did *not* sleep with Spike. There is no *way* I slept with Spike. Okay, actually, there was no sleeping involved," he corrected himself. "‘Til the very end... And that is *so* not helping! I did not do...*stuff* with Spike! I like girls. I do not like guys. I do not like *Spike*! I was drunk!" he lied to himself.

He knew damned well that the vampire attack the night before had sobered him up like nothing else could. Xander closed his eyes as he replayed the night’s events. Feeling sorry for himself and getting drunk, Spike intruding on his pityfest, the vamp attack, and then Spike getting horny and pressing him up against the wrought iron fence. Spike’s breath on his neck, hand on his groin, erection pressing into his ass. Spike promising to show him why he didn’t need women. And doing a damned fine job of it.

"No, no, no," Xander moaned, as his body reacted to the still-fresh memory of the things Spike had done to him. How the vampire had stroked him until he came. And then the things Xander had done to Spike...the things they’d done to each other. Xander groaned and reached beneath the sheet for his throbbing penis as he remembered the feel of Spike in his mouth; the taste of him on his tongue.

He grasped his cock at the base and began to slowly stroke himself, moving his hand up the shaft to the tip, and then back down. His hand began to move faster as memories continued to bombard him. Spike holding his head as he gently thrust into his mouth; kissing Spike; the cool sensation of Spike’s mouth taking him in, sucking. ‘Oh, yes,’ he thought. ‘Definite advantages to getting a blow job from someone who doesn’t need to breathe.’

Xander’s breath started to come in harsh pants, his sphincter involuntarily clenching as he again felt the cool velvet of Spike’s tongue laving his ass, and then entering him; sliding in and out of him. And then Spike’s fingers, pressing inside, filling him; touching that spot that he’d had no idea existed until now.

"Oh, God," Xander groaned. "God, God..." His hips began to thrust as his hand sped up, and Xander felt his balls tighten. "Ahh, God, Spike!" Xander cried, his body quivering as he erupted, his cock pulsing and shooting warm fluid onto his chest and stomach.

He lay on the bed trembling from the aftershocks of his orgasm. ‘And I do *not* get off fantasizing about the bleached one, either!’ he thought, and then groaned as he crawled out of bed and headed for the shower. Thank God it was Saturday. It looked like he had some laundry to do.

***

Xander had showered and dressed, and then stripped the bed and remade it with clean sheets. He put the soiled sheets in the washer, and was getting milk out for a bowl of cereal when the phone rang. Xander started when the shrill ringing filled the empty apartment, his mind screaming, ‘Spike!’ He took a moment to compose himself, telling himself that it was daytime and Spike didn’t have a phone in his crypt, and why would he be calling anyway? Unless it was to make fun of him, rub it in...

Xander grabbed the telephone. "Hello?"

"Uh, Xander?" Buffy said. "I didn’t wake you, did I?"

He thought it was the middle of the afternoon, but Xander looked at the clock again, just to be sure. "Nooo," he said. "I’m awake. What’s up?"

"Research. If you’re available," Buffy said. "I ran across a demon last night. We fought, but it got away. I need to figure out what it is and how I can kill it."

"Oh, I’m available! You can most certainly avail yourself of the Xan-man," Xander said. Anything to get out of the apartment and get his mind off Spike. Which reminded him, "I just need to put my sheets in the dryer first." Damn! He pounded the heel of his hand against his forehead as images danced through his mind - Spike’s hand wrapped around him, Spike’s mouth closed over him, Spike’s tongue lapping at him, Spike’s fingers inside him... "And then I’ll be right over," he said, adjusting his erection in his jeans.

"Great, Xander!" Buffy said. "Thanks. Listen, I just got up - slaying wreaks havoc with my life - and need to take a shower, but I’m starving! If I order a couple pizzas, will you pick ‘em up on the way?" she asked in a cajoling, little girl voice.

"Sure, Buff," Xander said. "I was just going to have cereal, but pizza sounds *much* better. I’ll see you in about half an hour, then."

***

Xander showed up at Buffy’s with two pizzas and a case of soda. He’d considered getting beer, remembered what had happened last night, and went for the soda. He was mobbed at the door by starving girls.

"Hey, Xander," Buffy said, and grabbed the pizza boxes out of his hands. "Thanks for coming. And for picking the pizza up."

"Hey, Xan," Willow said, smiling, and taking the soda from him.

"Uh, Buff, Will," Xander said to their backs as they disappeared into the dining room. "Dawn," he greeted the only female left in the foyer with him.

"Hey, Xander," she said, and gave him an awkward hug. Xander knew she had a crush on him when she was younger, so he squeezed her tight and placed a kiss on her cheek.

"How’s the Dawnmeister doing?" he asked.

"All right," Dawn said with a shrug, as they moved toward the dining room. "School sucks, and Janice is away for the weekend. But Buffy said I could help research!" she added excitedly.

When they got into the dining room, one of the pizza boxes was already open and missing a slice. Buffy held it in both hands as she chewed a bite she’d just taken, melted strands of cheese hanging from her lips. Willow was just coming from the kitchen with paper plates, cups, and napkins.

"Buffy’s kinda hungry," she said with a grin.

"I can see that," Xander said, taking the plate Willow offered him. "I guess it’s a good thing I got here when I did."

Dawn snorted. "You’re lucky you’ve still got your fingers."

They sat around the table eating and chatting, and then cleaned up their plates and the nearly empty boxes, so they could begin researching the demon Buffy had fought with the night before. Willow opened her laptop, and the other three each grabbed a book. Buffy groaned as she opened hers, and began reading.

***

After finishing his third book, Xander’s eyes were starting to cross. He shut it with a snap and gave it a little shove, sending it sliding to the middle of the table. "I need a break," he said. "I’m gonna go use the little boy’s room." As he stood and moved towards the hallway, the front door opened and Spike let himself in. Both men stared at each other.

Xander’s breath caught, and his heart sped up. Spike was...*just Spike*! He was not attracted to... Xander’s eyes ran over Spike’s body - from mussed hair that made him look like he’d just gotten out of bed, to the tips of his scuffed black boots - and then their eyes met again. Spike smirked at him. Xander felt the heat as his face flushed. Spike let his eyes wander deliberately over Xander’s body, and then back to his face where their eyes locked once more.

"Spike!" Buffy broke the connection between them. Xander took a deep breath and stepped back into the dining room. Spike stepped forward. "What are you doing here?" she asked accusingly.

"Patrol," Spike replied in a bored tone. "Why did you think I was here?" he asked. Xander shifted as Spike stood uncomfortably close to him. Then again, in the same house, the same *town*, was uncomfortably close.

"Oh," Buffy said. "Uh, patrol, of course."

"Ask Spike about the demon," Dawn said. "Buffy ran into a demon last night, but it got away."

"Lucky demon," Spike muttered.

"It was green, with really long teeth..." Dawn made a face and bared her teeth. "And claws..." She held up her hands and curled the fingers into claws. "And it had tentacles..." She put her hands up by her head and waggled her fingers to indicate tentacles. Xander almost laughed, until he saw Spike fighting to keep a straight face at Dawn’s earnest recitation of the demon’s features. He stiffened, and turned his attention back to Dawn.

"Was it tall?" Spike asked.

"Oh, very tall," Dawn said. "Then again..." She looked at Buffy. "Buffy’s kinda short, so it’s all relative."

"Hey!" Buffy said, and lightly whapped the back of Dawn’s head. "It was *tall*, all right?" she insisted.

"All right, all right," Dawn said, rolling her eyes and holding her hands up, palms out, in a gesture of defeat.

"So do you recognize it?" Buffy asked Spike.

"Sounds like a Dacharkt demon," Spike said.

"Spell that," Willow said, opening another search window. Spike spelled it, and Willow typed the name in. A couple of minutes later, Willow’s face scrunched up. "Eww," she said. "This it?" she asked Buffy, and turned the computer so the other girl could see the screen.

"That’s it," Buffy said, and looked at Spike. "So how do I kill it?" she asked.

"Usual methods - pierce its heart, cut off its head..."

"It says here the heart is located in its abdomen," Willow said, reading from the screen.

"Well, yeah," Spike said with a smirk. "There is that. Around the navel region on a human," he added.

"Why didn’t you ask him *earlier*?" Xander whined. "Then my eyes would not be ready to fall out of my head now."

"I, uh, well, I don’t like to go to Spike’s crypt," Buffy said.

"You used to go to Spike’s crypt all the time," Dawn said.

"Not since we, uh..."

Spike curled his lips. "Don’t worry, Slayer. I’m over our little thing."

"...fought!" Buffy said. "We had a little tiff, but, uh, Spike’s over it now." She looked around the room, and then back at Spike. "You’re over it now?" she asked.

"So over it, I can’t even remember what the big deal was," Spike agreed casually. "So, let’s go kill something, yeah?" He rubbed his hands together eagerly. "I’ll take construction boy," Spike said, placing his arm over Xander’s shoulder in a seemingly friendly gesture.

Unless you were Xander, who shivered at the other man’s touch. He closed his eyes, biting his tongue to keep from groaning as the vampire’s body rubbed against his.

"You take the girls, and we’ll split up. Better chance of finding it that way," he suggested.

"All ri...," Dawn began.

"Dawn is *not* going," Buffy said, turning to look at the younger girl, who slumped in her seat and pouted.

"Sorry, Bit," Spike said, and then turned to the others. "Well? Let’s go, yeah?"

"I still have to go to the bathroom," Xander said, slipping out from under Spike’s arm.

Spike leaned close and whispered, "Need help?"

"No!" Xander cried, even as his cock twitched. Spike just smiled and lifted one eyebrow.

Xander practically ran for the bathroom and slammed the door shut, locking it. He leaned against it, and wondered if he’d be able to relieve himself with a hard-on. When he was done, he heard Willow’s and Buffy’s voices in the living room. He joined the two girls who were picking out weapons, and grabbed a short sword for himself.

"Sword," Spike said from behind him. "Good weapon, that."

Xander turned to see Spike leaning against the doorframe, an axe swinging from one hand, the other hand near his mouth, something dark and gooey nearly dripping off his finger. As Xander watched, Spike stuck his tongue out and licked his finger. Xander nearly moaned at the sight of Spike’s tongue. Spike stuck his finger in his mouth and sucked it clean, making loud slurping noises that reminded Xander of Spike’s mouth doing the same thing to his cock.

"What are you doing?" Buffy interrupted them, and Xander jerked his eyes away from Spike’s mouth.

"Bit’s making a chocolate cake," Spike said, after pulling his finger out of his mouth. Xander’s eyes were glued to the glistening digit. "I stole a little batter," he added, rolling his eyes, purposely misunderstanding her. "So stake me."

"Don’t tempt me," Buffy said, pushing past him and leading the way out of the house. "Make sure the doors are locked, Dawn!" she yelled back.

***

"I hate you," Xander muttered as soon as they were alone, patrolling their end of town.

"No, you don’t," Spike replied with enough cheer to make Xander want to strangle him. "If you did, you’d have told the Slayer ‘bout last night, and I’d be a pile of dust right now."

Xander thought that over. He wondered if Spike had feared that he would run to Buffy for help. Like he’d want Buffy to know that he’d done naughty sex-type things with Spike! However, he wasn’t certain why *Spike* hadn’t said anything to her, if only to embarrass him.

"Why didn’t *you* say anything?" he asked.

"To the Slayer?" Spike scoffed. "And have her stake me for stealing her boy’s cherry?" He raised an eyebrow and smirked.

"You’re a pig, Spike," Xander said, disgusted with himself. "And I’m not a boy, so quit calling me that!" Xander blushed at the look Spike gave him, as they both remembered exactly when Spike had called him ‘boy’, and what they’d been doing. Xander turned his face away so he didn’t have to look at the annoying-as-hell blond vampire.

"‘Sides," Spike said. "If I told, we’d never get to do it again." He licked his lips suggestively and placed his hand on Xander’s butt.

"Stop...that!" Xander jumped and slapped Spike’s hand away. "We won’t be doing it again *anyway*!" Xander squeaked. "Nothing! Ever!"

"Mmm hmm," Spike said noncommitally, as he reached into his duster pocket for a pack of cigarettes. He tapped a cigarette out and placed it between his lips before shoving the pack back into his pocket and rooting around for his lighter. He paused to light it, taking a deep drag as he dropped the lighter into his duster pocket.

Xander stopped walking and turned around to wait for Spike. He’d have kept walking if it weren’t for the demon they were supposed to be looking for. Straight home - where he could lock the door and hide. Spike held the cigarette between two fingers and exhaled, blowing the smoke up in the air. He met Xander’s eyes, and grinned happily. "That’s not what little Xan is saying," he said, and then dropped his eyes to the bulge in Xander’s pants.

"You keep your hands - and eyes - off little Xan!" Xander said, using the hand not currently holding a sword to cover himself. "Little Xan doesn’t always know what’s good for him..."

"Hence the spending of over two years with demon-girl," Spike commented.

"Leave Anya out of this!" Xander said. "You don’t get to talk about Anya. Or little Xan. So just shut *up*!"

"I can smell you, Xanderrrr," Spike drawled, as he walked towards Xander.

"What?" Xander asked.

"I can smell you," Spike repeated. "Your arousal." Spike inhaled deeply.

"Y-you...th-tha-that’s...disgusting!" Xander cried, even as his body responded to the thought that Spike knew how turned on he was. The hungry look in the vampire’s eyes was enough to start Xander’s heart to pounding.

Spike tossed his cigarette to the ground, and didn’t stop walking until his chest was brushing Xander’s. He reached around the trembling brunette and grasped his buttock, gently kneading it. He lowered his head, and Xander could feel cool, unnecessary breath on his neck. "You smell so good, Xan," Spike said, and then licked a path up Xander’s neck.

Spike pulled away, grabbed Xander’s hand, and pulled him down the street. "Come on. We’ve got a demon to kill."

"How do you know we’re going to find the demon?" Xander asked, as he allowed Spike to pull him along.

"‘Cause I know where they like to hang out," Spike said.

"What?" Xander squealed. He tugged on his hand, pulling Spike to a halt. "Why didn’t you tell Buffy?"

"So she can have all the fun?" Spike asked in disbelief. "No soddin’ way! ‘Sides," he said, looking at Xander conspiratorially. "You know how I like a good spot of violence."

Xander blushed, and Spike pulled him so they were touching again. "I still have so much to show you, Xan," he said, and then kissed him.

Xander nearly melted, or exploded, he wasn’t sure which. Ever since Spike walked into Buffy’s house, Xander had felt off-balance, and Spike had not only capitalized on that, he’d done his best to keep it that way. Xander knew there was no way he was ever going to let Spike touch him again. Ever. Never ever.

He pulled back, and grabbed the back of Spike’s head. "I don’t even *like* you," Xander said, and then kissed him again. Spike groaned into his mouth as Xander’s tongue moved over his lips and then between them, only stopping when the need to breathe became paramount.

"Don’t like you, either," Spike said breathlessly, which made Xander wonder if he sometimes forgot he didn’t need to breathe. "Gonna give you a right proper shaggin’ tonight, though," he promised.

"Sh-shaggin’?" Xander’s voice went high.

"You liked my tongue in your ass, didn’t you?" His voice got low. "My fingers?"

Xander was starting to pant at the *feel* of Spike’s voice washing over him, and the memories those words evoked. "Stop talking, Spike," he snarled.

Spike ignored him, and softly rubbed their groins together. "Once you’ve had my cock in your ass, you’ll wonder why you never tried it before, and you’ll beg me to do it again. I’ll make you feel so good, Xan," he purred.

Xander wanted to kill him. He wanted to rip his clothes off and touch him all over. He wanted to take his cock in his hand, in his mouth. Xander grabbed Spike’s hips and pressed their bodies, their groins, more tightly together. He was desperate for the other man...vampire. He couldn’t remember ever feeling such intense need for someone.

Spike pulled away and took his hand again. "Demon," he said. "Then the shaggin’." He led Xander to the warehouse district, and it didn’t take long to find the large, green demon. They just followed the noise and the path of destruction, and found it dismantling a gate.

Spike pushed Xander into the shadows, and then stepped into the dim glow shed by a streetlight. "Hey, mate!" he called to the demon. The demon turned its overlarge, tentacled head towards Spike - it *was* tall, Xander allowed. It sniffed through what Xander assumed were nostril holes, and then made an approximation of a sneer.

"Vampire," it said in a gravelly voice, and then charged. Spike, not waiting for the demon to reach him, morphed and ran towards it. Xander found himself watching the fight with trepidation, his knuckles white around the hilt of the sword he held. The demon was so much larger than Spike, he wondered if the vampire stood a chance.

Spike swung the axe and kicked out at the demon, dancing out of reach of its claws. When the demon got close enough to land a punch, Spike just laughed, and danced back into the fight. Xander was bouncing on his toes, nervous. The demon picked Spike up and threw him. The vampire slid across the ground, his axe flying out of his hand and skidding to a halt at Xander’s feet.

Xander stared at it, and then picked it up. Spike rose to his feet and looked at Xander, who held the axe up and tossed it to Spike. The blond grinned, said, "Thanks, Pet," around his fangs, and then winked an amber eye. Spike jumped back into the fray, and moments later his axe was whistling through the air as the head was buried in the demon’s neck. Greenish gore spurted out of the demon’s neck as Spike hacked its head off.

When the demon was dead, he turned to the shadows and pinned Xander with blue eyes. Xander nearly came then at the naked desire in Spike’s eyes. Spike stalked him, and Xander couldn’t stop himself from backing away.

"Xan-derrrr," Spike purred.

"Spike!" Xander squeaked, dropping the sword from nerveless fingers. "Y-you’re all covered with demon goo."

"So’re you," Spike said, as he pressed Xander up against a wall with his body. "Now." He dropped the axe at their feet, grasped Xander’s hips, and rubbed their groins together as he sniffed at, and then licked Xander’s neck.

Xander moaned, his hands coming up involuntarily to clutch at Spike’s hips, and then slip beneath his t-shirt to touch the cool skin of his back.

"Oh, yeah, luv," Spike groaned into Xander’s neck. "You’re so warm." Spike latched onto the sensitive skin over Xander’s pulse point and sucked it into his mouth as he ground their erections together more firmly.

"Spike," Xander moaned. His arousal, already simmering, had built as he’d watched Spike fight the demon, and now that the blond was pressed up against him, sucking on his neck, his longing for the vampire was at a fevered pitch. What were they doing? What was *he* doing? Why did he feel this...whatever it was, for Spike? He didn’t even like him. The vampire was an evil demon; a murderer. But he wanted him; could think of nothing but being naked beneath the cool body. "Want you, Spike," he whispered, moving his hips against the other man.

"Want you, too, Xan," Spike breathed in his ear. "You smell so good; taste so good. My sweet boy," he murmured.

Xander felt Spike’s body tense under his hands. "Xan, can’t...Xan-derrr!" he roared, as his hips bucked and he came. Xander could feel Spike’s cock pulsing against him, and then he cried out as he erupted.

***

Xander could barely remember disposing of the demon’s carcass and walking back to his apartment. They had dropped the weapons and their jackets on the floor just inside the door, and Spike was now unbuttoning and unzipping Xander’s pants as he spoke into the phone.

"Yeah, Bit, tell the Slayer we got that demon, ‘kay?" he said. "Not tonight, pet. Xander an’ I need to shower ‘cause we’re all...messy." Spike swiped his finger through the release coating Xander’s stomach, and placed his finger in his mouth, licking it clean. "Demon goo, ya know." He raised an eyebrow at Xander. "Save me a piece, though, yeah? All right. ‘Night, Niblet."

Spike hung the phone up and quickly relieved Xander of the rest of his clothes, then stripped out of his own, leaving the gore-spattered articles on the floor. Other than the shower the night before, Xander had never seen Spike fully naked, and the sight was enough to make his dazed mind sit up and take notice. Not to mention, little Xan.

As if he could read Xander’s mind, Spike glanced down at the offending appendage, then smiled at Xander as he looked up at him through lowered lashes.

"Shut up, Spike," Xander said, before the blond could make a sarcastic comment. He reached out and touched Spike’s chest with his fingertips, then laid his hands flat and ran them over his chest and stomach. Spike’s muscles twitched as Xander’s hand crept closer to his stiffening member.

"Do you want me, Spike?" Xander asked.

"Oh, yeah, luv," Spike replied. His whole body was tense, his hands fisted at his sides.

"Do you even like me?" he asked, wondering where this was coming from. Xander had never slept with someone he didn’t care about. Or thought he’d cared about, he corrected, as he remembered Faith. But Spike made him feel things he’d never felt before. He wasn’t sure why he wanted...needed, the other man as much as he did.

"Like ya more today than I did yesterday," Spike replied, and Xander snorted. "What’s this all about, pet?" he asked.

"That-that’s what I want to know," Xander said. "What *is* this all about? This...*thing* between us?"

"Does it have to be more than it is?" Spike asked.

"That’s circular reasoning," Xander said, as his hands continued to explore the other man’s body. "And don’t think I don’t know what that is!"

"Don’t know, luv. Last night...something just clicked. One minute I’m givin’ ya the piss, next thing I know, you’re pinned to the fence and your cock is in my hand. And I liked it," Spike tried to explain.

"Kinda like ‘Wham!’," Xander agreed, not looking at Spike. "I liked it, too. I’ve never...I never let..."

"I know, pet," Spike said, taking Xander’s hands in his. He lifted them to his mouth and placed a kiss on the knuckles of each. "I liked being your first." He started them towards the bedroom. "Gonna be your first again tonight," he said, his voice thick with promise.

Xander shuddered. "I just put clean sheets on the bed," he protested.

Spike just laughed. "Better lay some towels down, then," he said.

***

Xander knelt on the bed. He’d put towels down like Spike suggested, and they were soft and fluffy against his hands and knees. Spike’s hands were running soothingly over his back, and then they moved lower to squeeze and knead his ass. Xander moaned as Spike spread his cheeks.

"Spike!" he said.

"Mmm?" Spike responded.

Xander never knew if he would have stopped the vampire, because at that moment, Spike lowered his head and stabbed his tongue into him with no warning. Xander mewled deep in his throat as Spike moved his tongue in and out of his ass. Christ! He’d never felt anything like this, and Spike was most likely right. He probably would beg for more.

Xander pressed back. "Spike," he groaned.

Spike pushed his tongue into Xander’s hole as far as he could, until his lips were against Xander’s pucker, and then began to curl it. Xander started to pant. Spike sucked as he moved his tongue from side-to-side, and Xander screamed and reached for his cock. This felt fucking amazing! He couldn’t believe how Spike’s tongue alone had already brought him so close to orgasm.

Spike pulled away from him, and Xander groaned in complaint. "No worries, luv," Spike said, reaching around Xander and covering his fingers with the release still coating his stomach. He pressed one finger against Xander’s hole, and then pushed it in, twisting it to spread the creamy fluid around, and then pushing it in further. He turned and crooked his finger, reaching for the nub inside Xander, and...

Xander’s whole body jerked when Spike brushed his prostate. "Oh, God! Do that again!" he cried, and Spike did.

Spike carefully removed his finger, and replaced it with two. He lubricated Xander, gently scissored his fingers to stretch him, and pressed his fingers against the nub. Xander was nearly incoherent by the time Spike entered him with three fingers to stretch him further. With one last touch on his gland, and one last pull on his cock, Xander came.

While Xander was still in the throes of his orgasm, Spike wiped the release off his own stomach and coated his engorged cock. He placed the head against Xander’s entrance, and slowly pushed in. "Shit, Spike!" Xander cried out breathlessly, as Spike breached his hole.

Xander couldn’t believe Spike had penetrated him so easily. So intent on his orgasm, he had barely felt the burn of Spike stretching him, entering him.

"It’s all right, Xan." Spike’s voice finally pierced the daze he was in. "‘S all right." Spike’s hands were soothingly rubbing his ass, his back. "You all right?" he asked.

"Yeah," Xander replied, panting slightly. "It just...it feels weird."

Spike laughed softly. "It’ll be good. Promise. Now push back, pet."

Xander did as Spike requested, and felt Spike’s cock slide the rest of the way inside him until the other man’s balls were nestled up against him, his pubic hair tickling his ass. He felt so full, and all he could think about was Spike’s cock in his ass. It became his focal point, and just knowing that it was Spike’s cock filling him sparked his desire once more.

As awareness of his surroundings leaked back into his frazzled brain, he realized that Spike was babbling behind him, as his hands gently, firmly kneaded Xander’s hips and buttocks. "Oh, Xan, you’re so warm. So bloody tight. Feel so good. Gonna make you feel good. Such a pretty boy. Beautiful ass. So hot and tight. Are you ready for me, Xan? Tell me you’re ready."

"Please, Spike! I’m ready," Xander hissed. "I’m ready." And he thought he was. Until Spike pulled out and pressed back in, moving in and out of him, changing his angle of entry until he found Xander’s prostate. Xander screamed as burning arousal shot from the nub inside him to his cock. "Fuck, Spike!" he cried, delirious. "Again! Do that again!"

And Spike did. Again, and again, until Xander was whimpering, madly stroking his cock with one hand as he pushed back, writhing on the flesh of steel - Xander almost laughed hysterically at that thought, although it seemed appropriate at the moment, but he would never tell Spike that - inside him.

"Spike, please, tell me you’ll do this again!" Xander groaned, as he neared his climax.

"Are you begging me for it, Xan?" Spike asked hoarsely, as he gripped Xander’s hips and thrust into him.

"Yes! Yes!" Xander cried.

"Anything for my beautiful boy," Spike said, with one last hard thrust that sent Xander over the edge.

Xander screamed his orgasm as he erupted over his hand and the towels beneath him. He felt Spike pulse inside him, and then fill him with cool fluid. Spent, his muscles exhausted, Xander fell forward onto the bed. "Quit calling me ‘boy’," he muttered, as Spike gently covered him with his cool body.

Spike kissed the back of his neck, and whispered, "We need a shower, luv."

Xander, completely shot and not wanting to move, groaned. "You got a thing for showers I should know about?"

"Hmm. Might," Spike replied with a little laugh.

"Anything else I should know before we go any further with this?" Xander mumbled into the toweling.

"You want this to go further, Xan?" Spike asked, and if Xander didn’t know better, he could have sworn Spike sounded hopeful.

"Not when I’m in my right mind," Xander said. "I mean, we hate each other. Right? But when you’ve still got your cock buried in my ass, yeah, I kinda want it to go further," he admitted.

"Me too," Spike responded so softly that Xander could barely hear him.

"Really?" he asked, just to be sure.

"Yeah. Said so, didn’t I?" Spike said, his ‘big bad’ persona back in full force.

"So, back to my question then," Xander said. "Anything else I should know about?"

There was a moment of silence, broken only by Xander’s harsh breathing. Finally Spike spoke. "How do you feel about handcuffs?"