Spike smirked at the scent that wafted off Xander when he mentioned handcuffs - a little bit of fear and uncertainty, and a lot of arousal. "C’mon, luv," he said, gently pulling out of Xander with a wash of seed, and rolling off the other man. He stood, and tugged on Xander’s arm. "Shower. You’re covered in demon goo and...more demon goo," he said with a chuckle.

"Very funny," Xander groaned, as he allowed Spike to pull him to his feet. He bundled up the soiled towels and used them to wipe his stomach and thighs off, then carried them into the bathroom with him as he staggered down the hall. He dropped the towels in the hamper, and carefully leaned in to turn the shower on.

He turned back to Spike. "I have to, uh..."

Spike looked at Xander in confusion, and then understanding struck. "Ahh! Right, then. I’ll just step in the shower and you can, uh..." he said, ducking behind the shower curtain. "Oi!" he cried when the tepid water hit a body heated from exertion.

"Cold?" Xander asked, and Spike could hear the smile in his voice.

"Yeah, git. And you’re gonna pay for that," Spike said, moving under the warmed spray and letting it sluice the demon gore and come off his body.

"It’s not my fault!" Xander denied, pulling the curtain back.

"Hey! Get in here! You’re letting cold air in!" Spike complained.

"Sissy," Xander teased. "And why is it that I’m not quibbling about the fact we’re sharing a shower?" he asked.

"‘Cause you know what’s good for you," Spike said, moving out from under the spray and gently pushing Xander under it. "‘Sides, it’s not the first time."

"Very funn...plah!" Xander sputtered as water filled his mouth. "Hey!"

"Shut up, git," Spike said softly, finding the shampoo and pouring some into his hands. He rubbed his hands together, lathering it up, and then applied it to Xander’s hair. He massaged the scalp and pulled the hair into foamy spikes.

"Are you done playing, yet?" Xander asked indulgently, his eyebrows raised comically.

"For now," Spike replied, tipping his head back and letting the water rinse most of the shampoo out, then running his fingers through it to make sure the rest was gone. "Like your hair," he muttered, then looked up to see Xander watching him through heavily-lidded eyes. He grinned. "Tired?"

"Mmm, a bit," Xander replied, letting his eyelids close.

Spike squeezed some gel into his hand, lathered it up, and began rubbing his hands over Xander’s body. He started with his shoulders and arms, moving to his chest and abdomen, and then down the front of his legs, deliberately avoiding the tantalizing piece of softened flesh nestled in the dark curls between his thighs. He turned the boy around and did the back of his legs, then stood and did his back.

"That feels good," Xander mumbled sleepily.

Squeezing a little more gel into his palm, Spike slowly rubbed them together, his body reacting to the anticipation filling him. He cupped Xander’s buttocks in his hands, covered them with lathered gel, and gently kneaded them. Slippery fingers pressed between his buttocks and covered his cleft with suds, brushing over and around his hole.

"Fuuuck," Xander hissed, as Spike teased his opening. "You *are* trying to kill me, aren’t you? You can’t bite me, so you’ve come up with the fiendishly clever plan of fucking me to death," Xander accused breathlessly.

Spike leaned his chest against Xander’s back. "You’ve found me out, pet," he whispered into his ear, as his other hand came around and sudsed the curls surrounding Xander’s lengthening penis.

"Spike," Xander begged. "Oh, fuck," he groaned, as Spike’s loosely fisted hand closed around his penis. His hips began to move, back against the fingers pressing against his tight hole, forward into the fingers wrapped around his cock. "Spike, please," he pleaded, and Spike’s cock jumped in response.

"Please what?" he asked, nibbling on Xander’s ear and continuing to torment him with light, teasing touches.

"Christ, Spike, you know what! Please!" Xander cried, his hips moving faster, his body begging for friction. Spike wiped the remaining soap from his hand onto his cock, then pressed his groin against Xander’s ass, moving his hips and sliding his cock along the slick cleft. He twisted his hips sideways until his cock was nestled between the two firm cheeks, one hand on Xander’s hip for support, the other never stopping its motion along Xander’s shaft.

Spike dropped his forehead onto Xander’s shoulder as he thrust his cock between Xander’s buttocks and pumped Xander’s cock. It felt so good, pressed up against and wrapped around this hard, warm flesh. "Xan," he moaned.

"Spike," Xander responded, placing both hands flat against the tile for support. "Please."

Spike loved it when the boy begged. He sped his thrusts, his hand moving faster. "Say it again," he demanded hoarsely.

"Please..."

"Bloody...*hell*, Xander," Spike growled, his fingers tightening on Xander’s hip as his balls tightened. He closed blunt teeth on Xander’s shoulder. Xander cried out and shuddered. His cock filled and pulsed in Spike’s hand, and thick, white fluid erupted from his body to paint the tile in front of him. Xander’s reaction sent Spike over the edge, his own cock swelling and emptying between them, his come coating Xander’s back and ass.

Spike licked the marks his teeth left behind on Xander’s shoulder, and then nuzzled into his neck. "Xander," he mumbled. "Xan..."

"Spike..."

Spike washed Xander up again, and rinsed the release off his own body. He maneuvered a nearly comatose Xander out of the shower and dried him off, then sent him towards the bedroom with a light slap on one buttock.

"Hey," Xander complained tiredly, as he shuffled out of the bathroom.

Spike hopped back into the shower and hurriedly washed his hair and body, not wanting to be away from Xander for too long. Poof! He shook his head, but didn’t slow down. He walked cockily into the bedroom, slowing down when he saw Xander lying beneath the covers, his eyes closed, his breaths even. Maybe he should leave...except his clothes were lying in a pile and covered with demon blood.

While he stood uncertainly, Xander opened one eye. "Coming to bed?" he asked hesitantly, struggling sleepily to push the covers out of the way.

Spike grinned as he resumed his cocky walk towards the bed. "Since you asked so nice," he said, pulling the covers back and slipping into the warm cocoon next to Xander. As soon as he was settled on his back, Xander rolled into him, resting his head on his shoulder, his face tucked against his neck. Spike shifted them so he could wrap his arm around Xander’s back.

"Spike?" Xander’s voice was soft and low, his breath warm against his neck.

"Mmm?" Spike replied, as he ran his hand down Xander’s flank, reveling in the warm and silky feel of Xander against him.

"I still don’t understand this."

"Me neither, luv," Spike said. "Me neither." This whole thing was wrong, but he was too tired, too sated, to remember why.

***

Spike woke up just before the sun rose to find that Xander had practically climbed on top of him during the night. Thankfully, he didn’t need to breathe and wasn’t claustrophobic. He closed his eyes and fell back to sleep. The next time he woke, the sun had been up for hours, and so had Xander, by the cool feel of the sheets next to him. He heard a noise from the kitchen, and decided to go out and investigate.

He ran his fingers through his hair as he walked through the small apartment. Xander was emptying a paper bag that sat on the table. "Mornin’, pet," Spike said.

"Ahhh!" Xander squealed, tossing the item he was holding into the air. Spike easily caught it. He looked at Xander strangely.

"Blood?" he asked.

"Uh, yeah," Xander said, one hand clutching his chest, beneath which Spike could hear his racing heart. "Figured you’d need something to eat when you got up." Spike leered at him. "Besides me!" he clarified, and then blushed. "A-a-and..." He pointed at Spike. "You’re naked!"

"Glad you noticed," Spike said with a grin, poking his head into the bag to see several more blood packets. He put all but one in the fridge, and looked through the cupboards for a mug. He morphed, opened the blood bag with his fangs, and then poured the blood into the mug. He placed the mug into the microwave before turning his attention to Xander, who hadn’t moved while Spike made himself at home.

"You, um, your clothes are in the dryer," he stammered nervously as Spike stalked towards him. "But you can borrow a pair of sweats, and, uh, I...mmm," he moaned into Spike’s mouth as Spike gently cupped his face and kissed him.

Spike nibbled on Xander’s lips, and then pressed his tongue between them, insisting that Xander let him in. When the other man parted his lips, Spike’s tongue darted inside to explore the warm cavern, running over the roof of his mouth, his teeth, and finally twining around his tongue. The microwave dinged, and Spike slowly pulled away from Xander, whose eyes were glazed with desire. He felt Xander’s eyes on him as he walked over to the microwave and got his mug, then took a sip of the blood.

"Uh, where was I?" Xander asked, bewildered.

"Clothes," Spike replied, draining the mug.

"Oh, yeah!" Xander blushed again. "You can borrow..."

"No need," Spike interrupted, setting his mug in the sink.

"Oh. Uh, why not?" Xander asked.

Spike smirked at him. "Only have to take ‘em off again."

"Oh. Huh?"

Without replying, Spike took Xander’s hand and led him to the couch.

"You, uh, you wanna watch TV?" Xander asked hopefully.

"Nah," Spike replied.

"Oh. Well, uh, what do you want to do?" he asked, as Spike stood him in front of the couch.

Spike stared at him for a long moment before responding. "You," he said, reaching for the waistband of Xander’s pants.

"M-me?" Xander squeaked, another flush suffusing his skin. "Spike, this is," Xander began as he watched Spike unbutton and unzip his pants. "This is crazy."

"Tell me about it," Spike said, shoving Xander’s pants and boxers down his legs. He lifted Xander’s shirt, and the boy automatically raised his arms. He tossed the shirt aside, and then gently pushed a compliant Xander onto the couch. Spike knelt before him and removed his sneakers and socks, then pulled his pants and boxers off his legs.

When Xander was naked, Spike took a moment to gaze at him. His eyes were wide and dark with arousal, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. His broad chest was rising and falling quickly with his breathing, and he could see the rapidly pulsing point in his neck. He let his eyes drop, and watched as Xander’s flaccid penis came to life beneath his regard.

Without warning, Spike dropped his head and licked a path up Xander’s semi-erect penis, which jumped beneath his touch. "Spike!" Xander hissed. Spike gripped the base and swirled his tongue around the head.

"Yes, yes!" Xander’s voice was sibilant. He buried his fingers in Spike’s hair and silently urged him for more. Spike took the head of Xander’s penis into his mouth. He gently closed his teeth around the shaft, just beneath the mushroom head, and then lapped at the tip with his tongue. His cock grew hard at Xander’s harsh inhalation, and Spike knew from the scent filling his nostrils that the boy was caught between the fear of the pain his teeth might bring him, and the pleasure his tongue was already bringing him.

Spike removed his teeth from Xander and closed his lips around him, sucking hard on the head, and then lowering his mouth over the shaft, twirling his tongue along it. He let go of Xander and placed both hands on his thighs, pushing them apart so he could get closer to the boy. He lifted his mouth to suck on the bulbous head of Xander’s cock, then lowered it until the tip brushed the back of his throat. Xander was moaning and writhing beneath him, and Spike’s borrowed blood heated. He began to bob his head, his mouth moving up and down Xander’s shaft as he sucked and tongued it.

"Jesus, Spike!" Xander cried, his fingers digging convulsively into Spike’s scalp as his hips lifted off the couch. "Fuck, yes, please!"

Spike sucked hard as he once more lifted his head all the way from the root of Xander’s shaft to the tip. One more hard suck on the head, and Xander was quivering beneath him as his cock filled and shot warm, thick fluid into Spike’s mouth. Spike swallowed the first bit without tasting it as Xander continued to fill his mouth. When the boy was finished, slumped on the couch, Spike rolled his release around in his mouth, savoring the taste of him.

He swallowed, and then crawled up onto the couch to straddle Xander’s lap and kissed him, sharing the taste of him. Xander groaned and kissed him back. Spike clutched at Xander’s shoulders and began to move his hips, his swollen member trapped between them and rubbing against Xander’s stomach. "Xander," he groaned into the other man’s mouth. "Please."

"Please ‘what’?" Xander teased him, as he cupped his buttocks, squeezing them.

"Touch me," Spike panted needlessly.

"Like this?" Xander asked, pulling Spike’s buttocks apart and bravely sliding his finger along the cleft.

"Bloody...!" Spike cried as Xander’s finger ran softly over his hole. "No, but... That’s good. More of that."

Xander pushed against the tight ring, and Spike grunted as he sped up, grinding his cock against the boy’s stomach. Xander’s finger breached his entrance, and Spike tensed, then exploded, his release shooting between them. Spike’s body shook with the force of his climax, and then he melted against Xander, his head resting against Xander’s, his face nuzzling into his boy’s hair. Xander’s hands ran soothingly over his back.

When Spike stopped trembling, Xander sighed in mock resignation. "We’re going to have to take another shower. Thank God they don’t charge me extra for hot water."

***

Spike watched Xander climb out of the shower; water droplets covering his body like dew. He had the barely-suppressed urge to lean over and lick them off. How could the boy make him feel this way? So bleedin’...*needy*! He’s a vampire for hell’s sake! A *master* vampire. He’s not needy. Except for with Dru. And Angelus. Oh, for fuck’s sake, so he’s needy! That doesn’t mean he should need Xander. But he does. And he couldn’t seem to get enough of the boy. Spike growled.

"What’s wrong?" Xander asked, pausing in his toweling off.

Spike shook himself. "Nothing," he snarled.

"Uh *huh*," Xander responded. "Well, the clothes are still in the dryer, so...wanna borrow a pair of sweats?" Without waiting for an answer, he tossed the towel in the hamper and walked naked to the bedroom.

"Sure," Spike said, as he stepped out of the shower and grabbed the other towel lying over the bar. He dried off and followed Xander into the bedroom. The boy was already bent over, pulling a pair of sweats on, his ass raised enticingly in the air, causing Spike’s cock to stir. Spike stepped up behind him and cupped his bare cheeks.

"Eeep!" Xander squealed, jumping, and falling forward onto the bed. Spike fought to keep a straight face as his erection deflated. "That’s not funny!" Xander whined, and Spike’s lips twitched. "Jesus," he swore as he stood and finished pulling the sweats on. "If you’re going to be staying here, you’re going to start wearing a bell," he groused.

"Am I?" Spike asked, picking up the pair of sweat pants Xander had left lying on the bed.

"Am you, er, are you what?" Xander asked, his voice a little harsh from a combination of embarrassment and anger.

"Gonna be staying here?"

Xander froze; the only things moving were his eyes as they watched Spike pull on the sweats that were too big for him and hung sexily on his hips. His eyes glazed over in confusion. "Huh...what?" he asked.

"Am I gonna be staying here?" Spike asked softly, as he stepped up to Xander and ran his hand down Xander’s bare arm.

"Oh. Well, I, uh..."

"Breathe, Xander," Spike said, placing his hand on the back of Xander’s head and pulling it forward so their foreheads touched. "We’ll take it slow," he promised.

Xander’s eyes got big. "You call this *slow*?" he yelped.

Spike grinned, and turned away. "Got anything good on the telly?"

"Huh? Hey, I get the remote!" Xander yelled from the bedroom. Spike just laughed.

"We’ll see, pet," he said, snatching up the remote just as Xander came barreling down the hall and into the living room. Xander tackled him, and they landed in a heap on the couch.

"Give," he demanded.

"Make me," Spike challenged, holding the remote over his head.

"You asked for it, buster," Xander said, shimmying up Spike’s body and reaching for the remote.

Spike groaned. The boy just didn’t know what he did to him. Bugger! If he kept that up... He couldn’t take it any more. Spike tossed the remote into a chair across the room, grabbed Xander’s hips, and bucked up against him. He watched Xander’s eyes darken with desire as understanding struck.

"Spike, I’m just human," he protested, even as he pressed his groin into the vampire. "Y-you said slow."

"You’re right," Spike said, reluctantly loosening his grip on Xander’s hips. He placed his hands palm-flat on his back, and dragged them up to his silky hair, and then back down. "Slow." He could do slow. Xander was right. He was just human. It was a wonder the boy could still walk. "Kiss me, pet?" he asked.

Xander nibbled on his lips, and Spike forced himself to let him set the pace, despite his wish to plunder the boy’s mouth. Among other things. When Xander finally sought entry into Spike’s mouth, he was nearly ready to cry with relief. Xander’s tongue mapped his mouth, touching and tasting everywhere, before finally winding about his tongue.

Just as Xander pulled back to take a deep breath, the phone rang. He glanced up at it with a look of annoyance at the interruption. "Leave it," Spike urged. Xander, eyes slitted with desire, lowered swollen lips to Spike’s and kissed him again. Buffy’s voice came over the answering machine, and Xander groaned. "Leave it," Spike urged again, his voice a bit frantic.

"If I don’t answer, she’ll wonder where I am, especially after the demon thing last night," Xander said, and then slithered up Spike’s body to grab for the portable sitting on the end table.

Spike saw temptation yawning before him like a deep chasm. He was evil, so he allowed himself to be tempted, and licked Xander’s nipple when it reached his mouth. Xander squeaked, and reached for the phone with one hand as he batted at Spike’s head with the other. Spike waited until Xander had the telephone to his ear, then closed his lips over the nub and sucked.

"Hey, Buffy, I...ahh!" Xander said into the receiver.

"Xander?" Spike heard Buffy’s voice.

"Yeah, Buff, I’m right, uh, gagh, here," Xander replied, and scrambled to get off Spike.

"Something wrong?" Buffy asked.

"Huh? Oh, no. Nothing’s wrong. Spike!" Xander cried, as Spike flipped them so Xander was lying on his back, with Spike crouched between his legs.

"Spike’s there?" Buffy asked.

"Uh, yeah," Xander replied, watching Spike suspiciously. "He got covered in, uh, demon goo..." Spike leered suggestively and Xander swatted at him. "...and needed to take a shower. And then he needed, ah..." Spike grabbed the waistband of Xander’s sweat pants and pulled them down, standing to pull them off his legs and toss them aside. "...his clothes washed."

"You washed his clothes?" Buffy sounded shocked, and Spike grimaced and shot the two-fingered salute at the phone. Then he allowed his eyes to wander over Xander’s naked body, toned and tanned from construction work. He’d happily keep the boy naked all the time if he could.

"Yeah," Xander said. "And then, you know, daylight."

"Xander, you didn’t have to let him stay there," Buffy began.

"It’s good, Buff. No problem. Honest," Xander said a little breathlessly as Spike stared into his eyes. Spike climbed back onto the couch and knelt between Xander’s legs. He picked one up and laid it along the back of the couch, then lifted the other and pushed it up towards Xander’s chest. Xander was watching him warily. Spike grinned, and Xander started shaking his head frantically.

Spike’s grin widened. He slid to his knees on the floor and lowered his head to Xander’s groin. Xander’s heartbeat sped up, and the scent of his arousal filled Spike’s nostrils. He stuck his tongue out and licked the sac between Xander’s thighs, then sucked one ball into his mouth. Xander yipped.

"No, no, Spike just, uh, stole the remote," Xander said, with a barely suppressed moan. "What were you saying?"

Spike let Xander’s ball fall gently from his mouth, then sucked on the other. Lifting them out of the way, he licked and sucked the hard flesh behind them as his tongue worked inexorably towards its goal. He lapped at the puckered flesh at Xander’s entrance, looking up to see Xander lying with his fists clenched, his bottom lip between his teeth to keep from screaming.

"Fuuuck," Xander hissed as Spike shoved his tongue into his hole. "Gotta go, Buff," he said, fumbling for the button that would disconnect the call. "I am going to fucking kill you," he said, as the phone dropped out of his hand and hit the floor. "When you’re done."

Spike couldn’t help the grin. He pulled his tongue out of Xander and kissed his hole, then asked, "So, what did the Slayer want?"

"I have no fucking idea," Xander panted in reply.

Spike gazed at the boy lying in a state of debauchery on the couch. Aroused, panting, his cock swollen, red, and weeping. There was probably no better time. He stood and walked over to his duster, which now hung on a hook beside the door.

"Where are you going?" Xander whined pitifully.

"Nowhere, pet," Spike said, reaching into the pocket and pulling out the item he wanted. He looked at it, and the thought of using it on Xander made him harder. He walked back over to the couch and stood in front of Xander, who looked at him with undisguised lust. Spike opened his hand and let the handcuffs dangle from his thumb.

Xander’s eyes got big, and he sat up on the couch, backing away from Spike. "No way," he said, shaking his head.

Spike heard the ‘no’, but smelled the fresh wave of arousal that said ‘yes’. "Don’t you trust me, luv?" he asked.

"No. Absolutely not. You’re evil," Xander said, struggling to his feet.

"Yeah?" Spike preened. "Thanks." He pouted. "Are you sure?" he cajoled, holding the cuffs out for Xander to take a closer look.

Xander reached out and took them out of Spike’s hand, holding them as if they might bite. He glanced up at Spike, and he resorted to batting his eyelashes. Xander looked back down at the cuffs in his hand. He played with them, opening and closing them. "I don’t know, Spike," he said nervously, and then held them back out.

Spike tried to hide his disappointment as he reached out to take them back. Before he could react, Xander snapped one of the cuffs around his wrist. Blue eyes shot up to brown. "Trust me?" Xander challenged, and Spike nearly came. He closed his eyes and bit his bottom lip as he panted unnecessary breaths.

"Yesss," Spike hissed.

***

Spike lay naked on Xander’s bed, his arms stretched above his head, his wrists cuffed around a slat in the headboard. At his hissed acquiescence, Xander had slowly pulled him into the bedroom, removed the borrowed sweat pants from his body, and spread him out on towels he had placed over the blue cotton sheets.

Xander raised his arms above his head, wrapped the chain around the slat, and closed the cuff over his other wrist. At the click, a jolt of arousal shot to Spike’s groin. Now he watched Xander, still gloriously naked, moving around the room, lighting candles to dispel the darkness caused by having the curtains pulled so no sunlight entered the room. He set one pillar candle on each of the two dressers, and one on the beside table.

When he was done, Xander turned to Spike, candlelight glinting off brown eyes. Xander ran his hand down the bed, alongside Spike’s body, close, but not touching. Spike could feel the heat radiating off Xander. He groaned, but refused to beg for the contact he so greatly desired. He still couldn’t believe that Xander had turned the tables on him; that he was stretched out on Xander’s bed, wrists cuffed, naked, at his mercy. Bloody hell! Just the thought was making him harder.

He glanced down at the fluid oozing from the slit in the tip of his swollen cock. Xander, as if he could read his mind, followed his gaze, then smirked. "Need something, Spike?" he asked, his voice low, deep. Seductive.

Spike stared into the other man’s eyes for a long moment before answering. "Yes," he hissed again. "Yesss."

Xander placed one finger at the point where cuff met wrist, and lightly dragged it down Spike’s arm, then down his side, his hip, his leg. When he reached Spike’s foot, he moved his finger to the inside of his leg, and began to drag it back up his body. Spike was panting and spreading his legs wider before Xander reached the top of his thigh, though he needn’t have bothered, because the other man skipped his finger across his groin without touching him and began to trail a path down the inside of his other leg. Spike groaned his discontent.

After Xander had completely outlined his body, he stood for a moment and looked down at him. Spike was biting his tongue to keep from begging the boy to touch him. Xander placed his thumb at Spike’s mouth. "Lick it," he said softly.

Spike stuck his tongue out and licked Xander’s thumb, and then watched entranced as Xander slowly moved that thumb to Spike’s nipple, lightly stroking the already hard nub. Spike couldn’t stop the groan that escaped his mouth as heat spread through his body. Xander silently placed his thumb at Spike’s mouth again, and without prompting, Spike wet the digit. Xander applied it to the other nipple, rubbing the nub, and then pinching it, until his barest touch was too much on the sensitive flesh.

Xander knelt on the bed and lowered his lips to Spike’s. He licked his lips, the tender skin on his neck, and then moved his way down Spike’s body, tasting him. Spike closed his eyes and bit his lip at the sensations coursing through him. When Xander reached the tender skin where hip met thigh, he lifted his head and quickly moved back up Spike’s body to latch onto a sensitized nipple. Spike bucked his hips, looking for friction on his aching penis, and Xander pulled away from him.

"Xan...," Spike complained. Xander ignored him. He picked up the candle from the bedside table and held it carefully in his hands.

"I heard Buffy and Willow talking once," he said, speaking softly. "About using candles in foreplay. I thought that sounded like something you would enjoy," Xander said, looking into Spike’s eyes. "Am I right?"

Spike eyed the candle in Xander’s hand with a heated gaze. His boy was certainly full of surprises. Spike looked at Xander, and saw him glance down at the cock jutting from Spike’s body as additional pre-cum oozed from the slit to join that already covering the tip and running down the head. "Is that a yes?" he asked.

"Yes," Spike replied, and Xander tilted the candle, dripping hot wax onto the inside of his upper arm. Spike hissed. "Yes!"

Xander applied another drop to his stomach, and then one on the tender flesh of his groin where hip met thigh. Spike was writhing with need; fingers gripping the headboard as the sensation of pain/pleasure filled him. His cock was so hard and swollen it hurt; thick, creamy fluid coated his stomach. His boy dripped more wax on him; his shoulder, beside his navel, his wrist; each drop causing his body to arch as he sought relief for his aching cock. "Please!" Spike cried out when Xander held the candle over his nipple and hesitated.

Xander tilted the candle, and hot wax dripped onto one nipple, and then the other in quick succession. Spike screamed as his back bowed, his body stiffened, and his cock erupted over his stomach. Through the haze, Spike saw Xander set the candle back on the table and then lean over him. "You all right?" he asked worriedly.

"Bloody hell, yes, pet," Spike panted. "Undo me now," he said, tugging at the cuffs. He wanted to pull Xander down and kiss him, hold him close, wrap his fingers around the hard flesh pressing into his thigh.

"Not yet," Xander denied him.

"What do you mean, pet?" Spike asked warily, wondering what the boy was up to now as he jerked on the cuffs. He watched Xander kneel between his legs, then reach out and run his fingers through the come coating his stomach. His touch was light, tickling, and Spike gave a involuntary shiver.

"I mean," Xander said, studying the thick fluid on his fingers, "I’m not done with you, yet." He placed his fingers in the cleft between Spike’s buttocks and swirled the cream around his puckered opening. Xander locked eyes with him, and Spike could see that he was nervous, though determined, and aroused. He pulled his legs up, and groaned as Xander breached him with one finger, slowly pushing it all the way in, reaching for his pleasure spot.

"Soddin’ hell!" Spike yelled, his cock jumping as Xander brushed his nub. He stroked it again. "Xander, luv..."

"Want me to stop?" Xander teased.

"No!" Spike yelled. His body went taut, and he screamed again as Xander relentlessly moved his finger back and forth over the swollen gland. He relaxed as Xander eased his finger out of his slicked passage, moaning when he replaced it with two. The fingers inside him were carefully scissored to stretch him, and then the stretching was alternated with gentle nudges against the nub, and Spike started to pant.

"You feel so good, Spike," Xander said breathlessly. "You’re so tight around my fingers. I love when you scream. Will you scream for me again?"

"Bloody hell, yes!" He needed to come so badly. He’d been in a near-constant state of arousal since he’d woken, and despite his most recent climax, his turgid cock was once again painfully hard. His boy was obviously losing his anxiety over his first time topping another man, and that was another turn on, not that he needed another. The sight of his boy, naked, the sound of his silky voice, and the feel of his fingers in his ass, were enough to fill him with desire.

Xander pulled his fingers out, covered them with more come, and entered him with three. The burn was exquisite. "I’m gonna come!" Spike warned.

"No," Xander said, closing his fingers around the base of Spike’s cock. "You’re not."

"Xander!" Spike yelled.

"Tell me, Spike," Xander said conversationally, as he held back the vampire’s orgasm with one hand, three fingers of the other stretching his hole. "Am I a boy? Would a *boy* be able to do this for you?" He spread his fingers, then reached in for the nub that sent another shock to Spike’s trapped cock.

"Xander!" Spike hissed, tugging on the cuffs.

"Say it," Xander insisted.

"You’re a man! Bleedin’ hell, Xander, if you don’t..."

"If I don’t what, Spike?" Xander interrupted, removing his fingers and slicking his cock with the remaining come. "Don’t come," he commanded, and then released Spike’s cock.

Spike nearly cried out with anticipation when Xander let go of him, pressed the head of his cock against his hole, and then teasingly rubbed it around the pucker. "Now, Xander," he begged.

Spike watched Xander biting his bottom lip as he concentrated on sliding his cock into his ass. "Just push, Xan, push," Spike gasped. "Need to feel you."

Xander grabbed his hips, and pushed. His eyes rolled back as the head of his cock breached Spike’s hole. "Oh, Spike," he groaned in wonder. "That feels amazing."

Spike couldn’t help grinning at him. "That it does, luv. Keep going." He watched Xander’s face as he slowly shoved his cock all the way into him until he felt the coarse hairs tickling his ass. "That’s it, pet," Spike said, running his foot over Xander’s bare ass. "Go ahead and move."

Xander pulled out, and then pushed back in. "Fuck," he groaned.

"More," Spike moaned.

Xander moved his hips, pumping into Spike’s ass. He looked into Spike’s eyes. "How do I...?

"Change the angle a bit, luv," Spike managed to get out.

Xander’s brow creased in concentration as he changed the angle of his thrusts, and Spike wanted to pull him down and kiss him. And then he couldn’t think, because Xander found the right angle.

"Did I get it?" he asked excitedly, hitting it again. Spike’s reaction seemed to fuel his own, and his thrusts sped up.

"Xander, Xan, pet," Spike was babbling.

"Fuck, Spike, you feel fantastic. I’m gonna come, Spike. Want you to come. Please, Spike, come for me."

"Xannnderrr!" Spike roared, as his body exploded with the orgasm. Moments later, Xander’s fingers tightened on his hips and warm fluid filled his ass as Xander came. Spike’s eyes opened in time to see Xander’s body shaking with the strength of his climax. When he was empty, his body seemed to melt, and he fell forward onto Spike, nuzzling his face into Spike’s neck.

"Spike," he groaned.

"Undo me, luv," Spike reminded him.

"Oh, yeah," Xander said, looking up at the cuffs. He reached up and found the latch that unhooked the cuffs and flicked it without moving off Spike.

As soon as he was freed, Spike brought his arms down and wrapped them around Xander’s warm and sweaty body. His breath was now deep and even as he drifted towards sleep. "That was amazing, Xander," he whispered, running one hand through his dark hair.

"Really?" Xander asked anxiously. "I mean, I’ve never..."

"Amazing, Xander," Spike assured him, turning his head to breathe in Xander’s scent. "You’re beautiful. My beautiful boy."

"Asshole," Xander whispered, and Spike grinned.

"Don’t worry, luv, you fucked me like a man," Spike said huskily. "But you’re still my beautiful boy."

Xander growled against his neck, making Spike shudder, even as he wondered how he now found himself in this position.

"Sleep for a bit," he said. "I’ll wake you when the sun goes down."

"Why?" Xander moaned.

"I realize you don’t know why she called, but I presume the Slayer was requesting the pleasure of your presence this evening?" Spike reminded him of the call.

"Oh...crap," Xander groaned. "You’ll go with me?" he asked sleepily.

"Wouldn’t miss it, luv," Spike said, smirking.