“Hey Spike? Is this what I think it is?” Xander held up a green leafy plant that he had pulled out of the ground. They had gotten tired of swimming and decided to start Xander’s stealth training in the woods near the pond.

Spike came out of the trees and looked at what Xander was holding. He sniffed at it and then smiled. “If you think it’s pot, then yeah.”

Xander dropped the plant and stepped back from it. Spike chuckled at him. “What’s a matter pet? Think your gonna get busted for possession? Not likely.”

Xander smiled sheepishly and lowered his eyes. He had almost forgotten that he and Spike were the only people on this planet, or so it seemed. “Shut up Spike.”

Spike picked up the plant and looked around, there were a few more scattered throughout the area. He hadn’t gotten high in ages, especially since the implant. He needed to have his wits about him at all times. Now though, he had nothing to worry about, so why not? He was sure he could fashion a pipe of some sort out of all those bits of metal back in the cave.

“Spike, what are you doing?” Xander watched the vampire pick up the discarded pot plant. He saw him looking around, and he too spotted the other plants in the area. He groaned. “Spike, you are not smoking that.”

Spike spun around and gaped at him. “Why the bloody hell not? It’s not like I’m going to get in trouble for doing it. Who’s going to catch me? You? So what?” Xander had no answer for that so he merely shrugged and shook his head. “Whatever, Spike. Let’s head back, I’m hungry.”

The first thing Xander noticed when he woke up was that a small rodent had climbed into his mouth and died there. After repeatedly trying to push it out with his tongue he realized it was his tongue that was fuzzy and tasted like roadkill. The second thing he noticed was that Spike was sleeping curled up around him, and that he was holding the vampire in his arms. It actually felt kind of nice, and despite the foul taste in his mouth he fell back asleep.

When Spike woke, he heard the steady thump of Xander’s heart in his ear, which made sense since he was curled around the young man with his head on his chest. He snuggled deeper into the boy’s body and just lay there enjoying the smell of his skin, the warmth of his arms around him. It was the nicest morning he could remember in a very long time.

“Hey, sleepyhead. I know you’re awake.”

Xander’s voice startled him and he sat up abruptly. He hadn’t known the human was awake. “I didn’t know you were awake. How long have you been up?”

Xander chuckled and stretched before answering. “Dunno, ten minutes maybe. You looked so comfortable I didn’t want to wake you.”

The truth was, Xander was enjoying the contact too much to wake him; he knew as soon as Spike woke up he would pull away and most likely make some excuse to leave. “Oh, well I’m going to… find something to eat.” And that was that, Spike was up, in his jeans and boots and out the door in no time.

Xander got up and headed down to the river. His mouth still tasted nasty and he felt sweaty and gross. He stripped off his boxers and sank into the water. He rinsed his mouth repeatedly thinking that if he really could have anything he wanted - a toothbrush would be at the top of his list. Last night had been fun, but this morning he felt awful. It was like a hangover - sort of.

Once Xander was done washing, he rinsed out his boxers and climbed out of the water. He shook himself off a bit and reached for his pants. Which of course he had forgotten to bring with him. He had two choices, put on the wet boxers or run back starkers and hope Spike was still hunting. He looked at the wet cloth in his hands and then looked up toward the house. He decided to run for it.

Spike was just coming back toward the house with a rabbit when he saw Xander run into the house - naked. He shook his head and replayed the image. Yep, he had been naked. He wondered why the hell the boy was running around in the altogether. He shrugged his shoulders and went inside.

“Xander? What the hell are you doing running around starkers?” Xander came out of the bedroom buttoning his pants. He blushed and then admitted that he’d forgotten to take his pants down to the river with him and didn’t want to put on his wet shorts. Spike chuckled at him and handed him the rabbit. “Well, here’s brekkies. I’m going down to have a wash my self.”

Spike left Xander to clean the rabbit while he washed up. He couldn’t remember a lot of what they had talked about last night, but he did remember admitting to the boy that he had been a poet. So much for his image. He needed some time to come to terms with the fact that Xander knew the truth about him, that he had been a foppish, bookish poet, and still was deep down. In the long run, it would probably be for the best; he could be more himself now, and less the Big Bad.

The following day, Spike decided to go out on his own for awhile. He wanted some time to think without interruptions, he had a lot on his mind the past couple days. Xander understood the need for alone time; he himself had planned on spending most of the day out scavenging for new plants for his garden. He was still hoping to find some corn and peppers.

By the time Spike made it home that evening, he had come to the decision that he would let Xander get to know the real him. He had no need to keep up the image he had so carefully crafted to hide his true self from Angelus and Darla. Only Dru had known the man he really was, and it was that part of him that had drawn her to him in the first place. Perhaps Xander would accept who he really was, maybe even like him better for it.

Spike looked around and didn’t see the boy anywhere. He listened for his heartbeat - nothing. He went back outside and walked to the river, Xander wasn’t there either, but his shorts were still sitting out on a rock to dry which meant that Xander hadn’t been back since he’d left that morning. Spike started to worry. Xander was never away from the house this long.

Spike shifted to his vamp face, and scented the air. He caught a faint trace of Xander’s scent and started tracking him. His appearance may have been altered but at least his senses were still in working order. The trail led him into the trees and he scanned the surrounding area for a heartbeat. He found it and dashed off in that direction.

Spike smelled blood and ran faster. When he found Xander, he was lying at the base of a tree - out cold. His arm was hanging limply and he had a few cuts and scrapes. His shirt was torn and he had a pretty big cut on his abdomen. Spike was certain that his shoulder was dislocated. “Damn.” Spike crouched down and tried to wake the boy. He was unresponsive.

After cursing for several minutes, Spike scooped Xander into his arms and carried him home. It was probably a good thing he was out cold, otherwise all the moving around would hurt his arm and cause Spike’s chip to go off. He put Xander in the bedroom and carefully stripped off the boy’s shirt; he would have just cut it away, but seeing as it was the only shirt the boy owned, he didn’t.

“Alright Xan, I’m going to set your arm now. It’s going to hurt like hell and if you wake up screaming and see me on the floor, well you’ll know why.” Spike really hoped that Xander stayed out for this; he had only set his chip off the one time since they had been here and that had been an accident. He really didn’t want to do it again. That was just one more reason he liked it here, he didn’t have any reason to try and hurt anyone. Xander had been surprisingly decent to him, and as the time had passed, they had become friends. Good friends.

Spike set Xander’s shoulder without a twinge from the chip. He was grateful in a way, but it made him more concerned for Xander. He took the boy’s shirt down to the river and wet it. He picked up Xander’s shorts as well before heading back to the house. He needed to clean out the cuts before they got infected.

Xander didn’t stir at all while Spike washed his cuts and changed him into his shorts. He tucked him into bed and then dragged a chair over beside the bed to watch him.

A few hours later, Xander began to moan in his sleep, his brow was sweaty and he smelled of sickness. Spike pulled back the makeshift blanket and looked at the large cut on the boy’s stomach. It was likely infected. He placed a hand on Xander’s forehead and whistled softly; the young man was burning up.

With no medicines available, Spike did the only thing he could think of, he leaned over Xander and began to lick at his wound. Vampire saliva carried certain antibodies or something like that. Angelus had explained it to him a long time ago, how it was possible to keep several humans alive and feed from them exclusively without them getting sick from it. Right now, Spike just hoped it would be enough.

Xander moaned and brought his hands down to Spike’s head. He tangled his fingers in his hair and Spike chuckled. He could feel the boy growing hard and wondered who he was dreaming about in his delirium. Probably his girl, he thought. He ignored the weak pushing on his head and the gentle thrusting Xander was doing and continued to clean the boy’s wound.

Once he was sure it was clean, he disentangled Xander’s hands from his hair and sat up. Xander protested the loss of his mouth on his skin weakly. “No, come back.” Spike smiled at him softly. He was hard as a rock himself, and felt for the boy. It wasn’t nice to be teased after all. But he wasn’t about to take advantage of the boy while he was delirious.

He was about to go outside and have a quick wank when he heard Xander moan his name. He spun around to see that the boy had climaxed in his sleep. And said his name while he’d done it.

In the next couple of days, Xander started to get better and Spike took care of him. Since the second application of Spike’s spit seemed to take care of the infection, he hadn’t had to put himself in any more intense situations. Xander did wonder about his nakedness though. Spike had simply replied that he had had a fever so he had undressed him. He ignored the blush that had crept up Xander’s face and helped him to sit up in the bed.

Spike brought Xander food and water and kept him company. They played poker - Xander now owed the vampire $2,458.00 - and talked a little. Xander told Spike about his grandfather on his mother’s side of the family. He had died when Xander was 11, but Xander still remembered spending summers at the old man’s house. How he had an old barn in his backyard full of woodworking tools and that they had spent hours in there making things. He also told Spike how after the first summer, he had never brought any of his projects home with him again.

Spike gritted his teeth and listened to the sadness in the young man’s voice as he spoke of his father’s drunken rage that had broken the bookstand he had made, how Xander had cried when he had found out it was unfixable. That Xander had sworn he would never bring another thing that he and his grandfather had made home again.

Spike told Xander about growing up in London as a boy. How his father had been killed in a carriage accident and how he and his mum had moved in with her sister and her husband. That the couple had been childless and his uncle had taken a shine to him, sending him to private school and making sure he had a good education. He could have done anything, but all he wanted to do was write poetry.

He had told Xander about his love for Cecily, and how she had spurned him. That had it not been for his utter humiliation, he never would have been out the night Dru had found him.

Xander told him about Cordelia and their in-the-closet relationship. How she was embarrassed to be seen with him and would belittle him publicly, while groping and molesting him privately. He told Spike about the love spell he had Amy put on Cordy that backfired. Spike laughed his ass off when he got to the part where Dru had saved him from Angelus and then offered him immortality.

“Oh, pet. You’re bloody lucky she didn’t turn you. If I hadn’t staked you out of jealousy, your mates would have souled you when they re-souled Angelus and you’d never have gotten laid again.” Spike started to laugh again and Xander had a sudden flash of his hands in Spike’s hair, pushing him towards his crotch. He shook his head and cleared the image away.

“I think I might take a nap, I’m feeling kinda tired all of a sudden.” Xander scooted back down in the bed and closed his eyes. He turned on his side with his back to Spike. He couldn’t look at the vampire right now, not after thinking about him like that.

Spike left Xander alone to get some sleep and went outside. He had gotten the drum from the cave last night and was working on turning it into a bathtub for Xander. He just need to fold over the edges so the boy wouldn’t cut himself getting in and out of it. He thought Xander might appreciate a nice hot soak after being stuck in bed for a few days.

Xander relaxed back in the hot water and sighed. Spike had done a great job on the tub. It was so nice to feel hot water again. He had been slightly embarrassed when Spike had scooped him - naked - out of bed and brought him out here, but this more than made up for it.

He kept thinking about Spike for some reason, the way he had been the last few days, he seemed different, less Spike-ish. Not that Xander was complaining - it was nice to have a real conversation with him, to learn a bit about what his life had been like. He liked being able to actually tell Spike stuff. Of course it probably helped that Spike didn’t look like the big bad master vampire he had known back in Sunnydale. His hair had grown out, and only the tips were white-blonde now. The rest was a golden-blonde color with streaks of sun-bleached blonde throughout. He was tanned, and he smiled a lot more. Overall it was a striking effect. Spike looked beautiful.

And that was the bane of Xander’s existence. He was becoming more and more attracted to the blonde. Not just physically. The more Spike opened up about himself, showed Xander who he really was, the more Xander liked him.

Xander lightly probed at the gash on his stomach. He was grateful that it hadn’t been infected. He felt stupid for having fallen out of that tree; he still wasn’t sure how it happened. One minute he was up in the tree enjoying the view, the next he was falling - hitting a lot of branches on the way down. The last thing he remembered was a sharp pain in his shoulder as he hit. He’d woken up sometime later in his bed with Spike sitting in a chair beside him.

Spike had told him how he had found him and brought him home. That he’d had to set his shoulder and had cleaned him up. When Xander discovered he was naked, Spike had just shrugged his shoulders and told him he had had a fever so he undressed him. Xander wasn’t sure, but he thought there might be more to the story than that. Not that he thought Spike had molested him while he was out cold or anything, it was just the way Spike dismissed the question.

And then there were the dreams. Xander remembered having erotic dreams about Spike licking him. He could feel Spike’s cold mouth on the skin of his belly, his silky hair tangled around his fingers. He was getting hard just thinking about it. Which was not a good idea as Spike had said he’d be back to get him out of the tub shortly. “I’m falling for Spike, what the hell am I going to do?”

Spike was just coming down the hill to get Xander out of the tub when he heard the man’s softly spoken confession. He stopped dead in his tracks. He wanted to throw himself at the boy and tell him he felt the same way, but he was also wary of getting hurt again. He decided it was time for them to talk. But first he needed to get Xander out of the tub.

“’Ello, luv. Enjoying your bath?” Xander jumped and turned around to look at the smirking vampire. “Yes, actually I am. Thanks, Spike, this is great!” Spike bowed dramatically. “Your wish is my command. Now, is sir ready to get out of the tub?” Xander blushed, but nodded. This was no easier now that he realized he was falling for Spike. If anything, it was harder. Xander groaned at his choice of phrases.

Spike helped him out of the tub and scooped him up into his arms. Xander covered his parts with his hands and closed his eyes. He had tried to tell Spike he could walk, but the vamp refused, stating that he was still too weak to walk that far, especially uphill. Xander knew it was pointless to argue so he gave up.

Once he was back in bed - boxers on, Spike brought him some water and fruit. He pulled his chair up beside the bed and sat down. Xander sipped at his water and looked at Spike. It was obvious the blonde wanted to talk, and it was serious by the look of things. “What’s up, Spike?”

“Xander, we need to talk.” Xander swallowed and nodded his head. Those words had never led to good things. No one ever said ‘we need to talk’ followed by an offer of cash and prizes. “Okay, about what?”

Spike leaned forward and looked in Xander’s eyes. “What do you remember about the last few days?” Okay, this wasn’t what he expected. What did he remember? Not much. “Not a whole lot. I remember falling out of the tree and then waking up in bed in a lot of pain. I remember you taking care of me. I remember…” Xander blushed but continued. “I remember having these… dreams.”

Spike looked at him curiously. “Dreams, pet?” Xander blushed and nodded. “What kind of dreams?” Xander lowered his head and spoke so softly Spike almost didn’t hear him when he spoke. “I dreamt that you were… licking me.”

Spike chuckled and brought Xander’s face up to look him in the eye. “Not dreams, luv. I was licking you.” At Xander’s startled expression, Spike continued. “Your wound was infected, vampire spit’s good for that sort of thing.” Xander scrunched up his nose and then his eyes grew very large. He remembered grabbing Spike’s head, pushing it lower. Was that part of a dream, what happened afterward?

“Relax, luv. Nothing else happened. I cleaned your wound and then I covered you up. That’s it.” Xander believed him, but he also knew that Spike was aware of what he had thought happened, which meant that he knew what Xander had dreamt. He was going to die of embarrassment, that was it. And, oh God. He had been naked! That meant… Xander covered his face and groaned.

“Hey, I’m not telling you this to embarrass you. I like you Xander, have for a while now in case that kiss way back when didn’t tip you off. I just thought that, since it’s obvious you kinda like me too, we should talk about it before it gets too awkward.” Spike looked over at the miserable young man and frowned. It was obvious the boy was having a hard time with this.

“I’m not gonna push you, luv. I just wanted you to know that whatever it is you feel for me, I care about you and I won’t push you to do anything; it’s your choice.”

Xander looked up at Spike and gave him a shaky smile. “Thanks Spike. I’m going to need some time to think about all of this though. Is that okay?”

Spike chuckled, and then pecked him on the mouth. “Take as long as you need, pet. I’m not going anywhere.”

Rupert Giles sat in the living room of his one bedroom flat with a bottle of scotch in his hand and open books all around him. They were his watcher diaries, and Buffy’s patrol journals. He had been reading and rereading them everyday for the past month. Somewhere in here he would find the thing he had overlooked, the thing he should have taught her that would have saved her life. It had to be here, everything they ever did was in these books and until he found his mistake he refused to train another slayer, or to mentor a young watcher-in-training. He would only get them killed, or worse.

The council had tried to persuade him to take a research position at their headquarters, to get back on the horse, so to speak. He had refused. He told them his judgment was not to be trusted, that he was fallible. He had failed his slayer and the world. The council said they understood his position and would contact him in six months; perhaps by then he would have regained his sense of duty. In polite terms they told him that they believed he was a fool and was ignoring his duty. In a way they were right.

Trisha, the new slayer, was ‘sweet sixteen’ but there was nothing sweet about her. She was - for lack of a better word - a bitch. She and her watcher, a younger version of Travers himself, had stopped by one day to chat. They were going to be heading for Sunnydale once her training was complete and they wanted to get all the information they could on the hellmouth. Giles had answered their questions, but he could tell they wouldn’t heed any of his advice.

Not that he cared anymore. He was done with destiny and world-saving. He was old and tired. At least he felt that way. All he wanted out of life now was the answer to the question that was plaguing him - how had he failed his slayer? After he knew that, he would cheerfully curl up and die.

Trisha O’Leary was a pretty young girl with strawberry blonde hair and hazel eyes. She wasn’t tall but she wasn’t exactly short either. She was well built and very muscular for a girl her age. She was training to be an Olympic runner before she was called to active duty. As far as she was concerned, Buffy Summers had ruined her life.

She had heard the story from her watcher, how the slayer had taken her own life to save a girl that wasn’t even real. How even now, that girl was living a normal sixteen-year-old’s life in Los Angeles with her ‘not really hers’ father. Something that Trisha should have been doing. But instead she was forced to leave her home, her family, her friends and her boyfriend Tommy. All because Buffy decided a fake girl deserved a life more than she did.

She couldn’t believe the things she had heard about this slayer either - sleeping with a vampire, working with another one, keeping witches on her team and an eleven-hundred-year-old ex-demon. Who had ever heard of a slayer having a team, and to align herself with the very things she was sworn to destroy? It was appalling. No wonder she had been the longest-living slayer - she had others do her job while she cavorted with vampires! Trisha was disgusted by her.

Her watcher, John Leeds, was a stuffy, uptight British man, but he had the same feelings toward the previous slayer as she had, so they would get along just fine. Besides, he might be stuffy and uptight but he was only twenty-four and he was cute. If she had to leave Tommy back in Ireland, at least she had found a cute replacement. It would only be a matter of time before she had John right where she wanted him - between her thighs.

Things had been going well for the new couple. They were still taking things slow, they hadn’t made love yet but they were enjoying the anticipation. Xander was getting used to the feel of a man’s body in his arms, to the feel of hard, defined muscles under his hands as they touched. It was a different experience but one he was enjoying nonetheless. Plus he found that touching a man took a lot of the guesswork out of the equation. He already knew what not to do.

Spike’s lessons were coming along well, despite his inherent fear of wooden objects and the lack of proper tools. He was more interested in the decorative aspect of wood carving than the practical, and Xander found he had a real flare for design. He figured within a month or two, Spike would be able to add all of the decorative touches to any furnishings Xander built.

Xander’s training was not coming along as well as he’d hoped. He was still making too much noise when moving through the trees. He had tried several times to sneak up on an animal, the way Spike would show him, but he always made noise and alerted the animal to his presence. It was irritating him to no end. He was beginning to think he should just leave the hunting to Spike and stick to fishing and gardening. He was much better at those things anyway.

His garden was finally complete. Spike had come back from hunting one day without any meat, but he had half a dozen pepper plants, and ten stalks of corn. The only thing he wished for now was some butter and salt to put on the corn. But he would have to do without.

Xander was just heading to the river to clean up from weeding the garden, when Spike came back from taking a walk. “Hey Spike, I’m just heading to wash up, wanna do some more stealth training when I’m done?”

The vampire wasn’t sure that Xander would ever get the hang of it, but he enjoyed the time they spent hunting together so he was fine with it. “Sure luv, give me a holler when you’re ready.” Spike headed inside the cabin and flopped down on his bed. He was enjoying the kissing and touching they were doing but he was beginning to think it would never progress to the next level. They hadn’t even brought each other off yet. Spike was spending a lot more time with his hand then he would have liked, but he wasn’t going to screw things up by pushing Xander.

Xander stripped off and stepped under the waterfall. The water was cool today, bordering on cold. It felt good on his hot skin, after spending hours in the sun working on his garden. He scrubbed the dirt from his body while his mind drifted to the night before.

He had been lying by the fireplace with Spike beside him. They were talking about the things they missed about home - both of them leaving out the women they had left behind; just things like hot water, cable TV, beer and chocolate. That sort of thing. Spike rolled over and kissed him. It was nice, beyond nice, actually.

Xander had lost himself in the feel of those smooth, silky lips, the gentle probing tongue that sought out his own. He tangled one hand through Spike’s hair and rubbed the other one down the vampire’s back. He cupped his ass and Spike moaned into the kiss. Xander pulled Spike on top of him; he could feel the other man’s erection pressing into his own and he bucked up helplessly. Spike growled, vamped out and moved away.

Xander had gotten somewhat frustrated. He had thought Spike would be happy that he wanted to go a little farther. He knew that his reluctance had to be stressing him. It was stressing Xander, for God’s sake. He was a walking erection anytime they touched. He just wasn’t ready to go all the way yet. But surely there were other things, fun things they could do?

By the time Xander finished washing, he decided that he really wasn’t in the mood to track Spike through the trees today. What he really wanted to do was pin the vampire down and kiss him senseless, touch every inch of him, see the look on his face when he came. Xander smiled and headed home, he had a vampire to ravish.

Spike was awakened by the feel of warm, moist lips on his neck. He hadn’t realized he’d drifted off while Xander was gone. Still, it was a nice way to wake up. “Mmm, that’s nice, luv.” He stretched slightly and then felt a warm, heavy body blanket his own. He groaned and tried to keep himself under control. It wasn’t easy seeing as the only thing either of them was wearing was a thin layer of cotton boxer shorts.

“Xan, nice as this is, I think we better stop before things get out of hand.”

Xander lifted his mouth from Spike’s neck and looked at the golden eyes of his soon-to-be lover. “Don’t wanna stop, Spike. Wanna touch you.”

Xander kissed the shocked male beneath him and felt him slowly respond to the kiss. When oxygen became an issue, he pulled back and looked at Spike seriously. “I’m still not ready to have the actual sex yet, but can I touch you?”

Spike smiled softly and nodded. “You can do anything you like to me, luv.” Xander smiled back and then kissed him again. Spike was torn between ecstasy and agony. He was enjoying the curious exploratory touches, but he was so hard it hurt. When Xander lightly bit Spike’s nipple, it was all he could do not to reverse their positions and ravage the young man. He held on by a bare thread of sanity, knowing that that would only serve to scare the boy off, and Spike really wanted him to keep up the touching.

Xander was surprised at Spike’s seeming submission to him. He had half-expected Spike to take control by now. He was grateful to him for allowing him to do this at his own pace and knew it must be almost killing him to give up control. It was nice, for once, to just be able to explore without being told where and how to touch. Anya had always been very direct about how she wanted to be pleasured. Spike was just lying back and letting Xander do what he pleased. It was very erotic, to have this much control over someone.

“Gods, Xander. That feels bloody wonderful, pet.” Xander had worked one of his thighs between Spike’s legs and was grinding it into him lightly while he continued to torment his nipples. Spike couldn’t remember the last time someone had taken such care to drive him insane with pleasure. Dru had always been more into pain than pleasure, so was Angelus - at least causing the pain, anyway. Harm, well Harm was selfish. It was always Spike who had to take the lead, be the one in control. This was… very nice.

Xander knew what he wanted to do, he just wasn’t sure he could. It would be the first time he’d ever have another man’s penis in his mouth and he wasn’t sure what to do once it was there. He supposed he could just do the things that he enjoyed and see how it went. After all, Spike knew that Xander had never been with a man before, so he probably wouldn’t even expect him to go this far.

Xander moved slowly down Spike’s chest. He paused to lick and suck at his bellybutton until the blonde was writhing beneath him. He gently grabbed the waistband of Spike’s boxers and gave them a tug. Spike looked down at him and raised an eyebrow in question. “I want to see you, can I take these off?”

Spike was beyond words; he merely nodded and lifted his hips. Xander slid the shorts down his legs and then dropped them to the floor. He sat back on his heels and really looked at the vampire. “God, Spike. You’re beautiful like this.” Xander lowered his eyes and blushed. He couldn’t believe he’d just told Spike, Big Bad vampire Spike, that he was beautiful.

Spike sucked in an unneeded breath and felt his chest tighten. No one, aside from Dru in a rare moment of sanity, had ever told him he was beautiful. What’s more was that Xander actually meant it. He knew the boy meant it by how embarrassed he was acting now. “Come ‘ere, luv.” Spike held out his hand and Xander took it, allowing himself to be pulled onto Spike’s chest.

“No one has ever taken the time to tell me they thought I was beautiful. Thank you.” Spike kissed Xander and the mortal forgot his earlier embarrassment and fell into the feel of Spike underneath him. He picked up on his earlier plans and once again set out to drive Spike over the edge. He nipped and kissed his way down Spike’s chest; he rolled his tight little nipples between his fingers, probed his navel with his tongue. All the while, Spike panted and moaned in desire.

By the time Xander was face to… well by the time he was directly over Spike’s cock, he was ready to cum in his shorts just from the reactions he was getting from Spike. He hadn’t expected the vampire to be so responsive, so out of control. He leaned in and tentatively licked across the swollen head of the vampire’s erection.

Spike’s eyes rolled back in his head and he swore softly as Xander’s tongue touched his cock. The heat was incredible, he thought he might just lose it right there and then. “Bloody hell, Xan. Do that again?” Xander chuckled and took the tip of Spike’s cock into his mouth and sucked gently. Spike groaned and tightened his hands on the makeshift mattress beneath him.

Xander let the tip slide out of his mouth and smiled up at the panting vampire. “Like that?”

Spike lifted his head and opened golden eyes. “What do you think? I bloody well loved that.” Xander smirked and bent back down to his task. He pulled Spike’s foreskin back and took him into his mouth again.

Xander found that he was actually enjoying giving Spike head. The vampire’s moans and growls of encouragement were really turning him on, as well. Spike had tangled one hand into Xander’s hair and was gently thrusting up into his mouth. “Xan, luv, I’m gonna cum!”

Xander hadn’t decided whether or not he was gonna let Spike cum in his mouth, but knowing how frustrating it was to have your lover pull away from you at that moment, he decided he could always spit it out if it tasted nasty. He sucked harder and almost gagged when the salty fluid hit the back of his throat. He swallowed instinctively and was surprised that it hadn’t been that bad at all. Spike slumped bonelessly into the mattress and sighed. He felt more relaxed than he had been in years.

Xander crawled up Spike’s body and laid his head on his chest. He was still rock-hard and desperate for release but he knew from experience that Spike would need a few minutes to get his bearings. He felt cool arms wrap around him in a strong grip and he was crushed into the vampire’s embrace.

Spike was determined that as soon as his body recovered from its current liquid state, he was going to repay Xander for the amazing blowjob he had just received. The young man might not have had any experience, but he certainly made up for it with enthusiasm. He pulled Xander to him tightly and kissed the top of his head. “That was bloody amazing, luv.”

Xander smiled and leaned up to kiss the vamp. He squealed when Spike flipped them so that he was now the one on the bottom. “Turn about’s fair play innit? My turn to make you feel good.” And with over a century’s experience under his belt, Spike made Xander feel really good.