Spike watched his boy sleep, carding his fingers through that lush, dark hair. He'd have to insist that Xander grow it out, let it get shaggy, then long, framing those huge dark eyes.

But then, Spike always did have a weak spot for long dark hair and big deep dark eyes that he could get lost in. Had gotten lost in. Willingly.

With a creak, Spike slid his leg over Xander's, glaring down at muscles that still didn't respond with the alacrity that they should. But they were better. Still an improvement over the sodding chair, and it felt right pinning his boy to the bed this way, even if he knew this one wasn't about to run. Wasn't about to-

Bloody hell, those eyes.

"You're brooding." Sleepy mumble, insolent smirk. And yet, all Spike felt was a stab of pride that his boy learned so quickly what really really pissed him off.

"I don't brood." Spike snorted, pulling himself completely on top of Xander and narrowing his eyes. "Take it back, you rotten little sod."

"Nuh." Xander only grinned, and fucking hell, it was like watching the sun come up in a nice non-flammable way.

"I'm spoiling you rotten, you know, letting you get away with this." He leveled a finger at Xander, who immediately clamped his teeth over it and sucked, eyes so wide and innocent that they completely belied the dance of tongue over flesh that skipped every nerve ending between finger and groin and shot straight to Spike's balls. And it was wonderful. Playful. Companionable. "Insolent," he growled, "insufferable," he added, sliding his finger in...out..."beautiful"...in...with swirls and lashings of cool, nimble tongue and sharp, sharp teeth...out..."boy," Spike finished, replacing finger with tongue, and claiming that smug mouth roughly, savoring the growl that rattled up from Xander's chest.

"Yeah." Nerve endings prickled down the back of Spike's leg as Xander slid his foot over the skin there, head tilted in just that way, needy and seductive both, and Spike lowered his head with a chuckle, stopping just shy of lips that parted for him, feeling the flicker of the very tip of Xander's tongue. "It's traditional to shut me up with kisses or distract me until I can't think enough to come up with a plan of seduction, you know." Willing hips canted hopefully, and Spike laughed, reaching down to pin them to the bed with a hand.

"That so?"

"Yeah." Xander reached up to grab the headboard of the bed, using its leverage to rub against Spike in a way he had to admit was bloody nice. "Why do you let me get away with this then? Not like you couldn't beat the crap out of me with one hand tied behind your back. Or both legs out of commission," Xander said, still rubbing against him like a cat in the sun. Boy looked ready to purr at any minute.

*Tasty treat.* Spike nipped at Xander's throat, dragging his tongue up its length when he obligingly tilted his head for Spike with an incoherently pleased mumble. "More fun to fuck you."

"So on board with this." Xander groaned, catching Spike's kisses with licks and nips, but never quite able to catch his lips, and when he made a grab for Spike's head with a frustrated growl, Spike caught his hands, pinning them again and hovered over him. "What happened to 'more fun to fuck' me?"

"What happened, my little beastie, is that today, we have plans."

Xander groaned, dropping his head back onto the pillow and shaking it. "I don't want to."

"I know," Spike said, letting go and getting up, slowly climbing to his feet and making his way across the room to his coat, rummaging in the pockets until he found his cigarettes and lighter, then returning to the bed where Xander was propped against the pillows, stroking himself shamelessly with both hands, his tongue curled up over his incisor. Spike snorted, batting at the purpled tip of Xander's cock, making him hiss. "But you're going to." Spike reached out, trailing a hand down Xander's cheek, enjoying the way he nuzzled against his palm, and placed nipping kisses along the mockery of a life line there. "In fact, I'm so sure you're going to, I'm going to give you your reward before you do."

"What's my reward?" Xander's eyes narrowed, and he bit his lip, arms flexing and relaxing with the slow movements of his hands.

Spike took a deep drag of his cigarette, leaned forward, and released the smoke into Xander's mouth, chasing it around that sweet-tasting space with his tongue. Then, he caught one of Xander's hands, putting the cigarette between his fingers, and sat back, watching Xander exhale smoke before he'd ever put the cigarette to his lips. "Hands off."

Slowly, and watching Spike closely, Xander complied, tucking his free hand behind his head and licking his lips.

*Trusting. Beautiful.* And trusting boys got rewarded. Spike watched Xander's tongue flick out to touch the filter of the cigarette, and smirked, wrapping his hand around Xander's cock and darting his tongue out to taste there, chasing the bubble of pre-come that slid down it with his tongue and enjoying the full-body shudder beneath him.

*So bloody responsive.* He blew over the dampened flesh, and heard the sharp click of Xander's mouth snapping shut, chuckling, and sliding his tongue just there, just over the edge of the crown, barely there and back and forth, lifting his eyes to Xander's. So wide, so dark, so...wet. Deliberately, finger by finger, Spike unwrapped his hand from Xander's cock, and rested both on the bed, freeing Xander's hips in silent invitation.

He felt the excited twitch and quiver against his tongue along with Xander's sudden, sharp inhalation, and then his mouth was filled, slow and steady enough to bump the roof of his mouth slickly as Xander cautiously raised his hips. *Come on, pet. Not gonna bite it. Not gonna hurt you.* Spike lowered his eyes to the tightening belly before him, splaying a hand over the muscles and feeling their shift and stretch to complement the slow in-out slide along his tongue. A nearly electric jolt of surprise fired through Spike as he identified the rhythm. *Still remembers his heartbeat. Yeah, pet, yeah, like that.*

Spike needed to touch, more, wanted to feel Xander's cock stretching his throat. *Come on, little beastie. Want to carry you with me when I step out of here this evening. Yeah... God yeah, that's it!* Spike groaned at the first hard snap of Xander's hips, forcing his throat open around his width in a way that ached so bloody nicely, squeezing the firm curves of Xander's arse in encouragement.

*More.* Spike growled, low and tight, eyes closing in slow cat-like pleasure at Xander's flinch and hiss, and forced both thumbs through his opening, breaching him and spreading him wide in a way that made him keen, spread his legs, and thrust desperately down Spike's throat in a way that would have choked, would have suffocated a human and made Spike want to howl with the bloody goodness of it until he felt the first pulse and spurt of orgasm, every muscle on Xander's body clenched tight, tight, tight, and *Fuckin' gorgeous! Fuckin' mine.* Spike chuckled as Xander softened, nipping at the incredible sensitivity of his tip as it slid past his teeth and savoring that little hiss of indrawn breath from Xander, and slithering up his body, nicely warmed from the exertion. Not quite human-warm, but warmed. "Still feeling all...tense?"

"Muh?"

Spike smirked, sweeping his hand in a comfortable arc from shoulder to mid-thigh. "Yeah. I didn't think so."

Xander's eyes crossed in the effort of focusing on the long column of ash that had been a cigarette and tossed it off the bed with a groan. "Jesus. Thought sires weren't supposed to do that."

Spike snorted. "Yeah. Whatever. I do it and that's enough for you and me, got it?"

"Yes sir," Xander sighed, and wriggled down into the mattress in a way that looked like he was settling in to stay.

"None of that now. Still got work to do today. Got a poof's plans to puncture."

"Alliteration," Xander mumbled.

"What's that?"

"Alliteration," Xander repeated. "Just something I remember from school. It's when you-"

Spike silenced him with a kiss, stroking the corner of his mouth with his thumb. "Yeah, pet. I know what alliteration is. Also know what stalling is."

"Spike..."

Spike clamped his hand over Xander's mouth, and rested his chin on top of it. "Now, you are gonna go to that library you know so well, and you're gonna get me three books. Yeah?" He rode out Xander's nod, smiling when Xander's hand came down on his back and just rubbed instead of trying to pry him away. "Yeah, I thought you would. Me, I'm gonna go have a look at the interesting little artifact itself."

Beneath Spike's hand, Xander had parted his lips, and was tracing provocative shapes and patterns over Spike's palm. Which were beginning to feel like-

"Bloody hell. Are you trying to write a message with your tongue?" Xander shook with laughter beneath Spike, who snorted and pulled his hand off of Xander's mouth. "Yes, Xander?"

"Don't you wanna...?" Xander slid a leg over Spike's waist and rolled until he was straddling his hips, the tip of Spike's cock just peeking out beneath the weight of Xander's balls. "Get rid of some of that pent up energy first?"

"You'd like that, would you?"

"I'm eighteen, Spike. At least seventy percent of my thoughts are either about sex or when I'm next going to have sex."

"Actually, pet, that's a vampire thing."

"It is?"

Spike held out his arms in a gesture of display. "Hundred and twenty years horny and counting."

A grin lit Xander's face, and he leaned back, rocking himself over Spike's erection. "Cool."

"But a hundred and twenty years brings control too, pet. And I fight the poof best when I'm all...pent up." Spike sat up, removing Xander from his lap, kissing the pout from him before it had time to form. "Besides, that's gonna give you time to think about what you wanna do for me, pet. Really think." Spike trailed a finger down the under-side of Xander's renewed erection. "Think hard."

Xander's breath hitched.

"And get me those books," Spike said, swinging his legs off the bed and beginning to dress, laughing at the mutters coming from the bed. "Bloody little incubus."