TITLE: Dream Lover
AUTHOR: Nishia
DISCLAIMER: I’d love to say the boys were mine but unfortunately they belong to Joss. I just borrow them from time to time to fulfil my fantasies
PAIRING: S/X
RATING: NC 17
SUMMARY: PWP Spike has an erotic dream
SPOILERS: None
FEEDBACK: Ohhhhhh yessssss!!!!!!
DISTRIBUTION: Ask and ye shall receive
AUTHORS NOTES: Thanks to Jesi for the beta

Spike stared, open mouthed at the dark haired beauty in front of him, sure that he’d misheard. He’d been wanting this for so long now, dreamed about it, ached for it, it was another dream, it had to be. Granted, it was more vivid than any he’d had before (and some of them had been spectacularly vivid), but there was no other explanation, was there?

Vivid or not, it was still a dream he told himself but just to be sure, he raised one scared eyebrow and asked…..

“What?”

“I said, I want you.” Long, dark lashes fluttered against smooth honeyed skin as the object of his desires looked up at him with mock shyness. “I want you Spike. In my bed, kissing me, touching me, fucking me.”

The vampire groaned and his cock twitched violently in response.

“Yup! Definitely another dream.” He mumbled absently, and, reasoning that no harm ever came from dreaming, he decided to go along with it.

Oh so slowly, he leant forward and captured lips softer and sweeter than he’d ever fantasized. Gods! He could almost taste the coffee and bubblegum. A soft moan escaped the lips, and a breathy voice whispered…..

“Spike.”

“Xander.”

Tangling his fingers in luscious brown curls, he pulled the young man to him in a crushing embrace, devouring his mouth with a hunger he hadn’t felt in almost a hundred years, leaving him gasping for breath.

The blond pulled back slightly, taking in the look of lust on his young lovers face. The flush of his skin, eyes like pools of melted chocolate, lids heavy with desire, lips swollen from their kiss. He wanted him, badly.

“So beautiful.” He murmured. “I need to see ya. All of ya.” His voice was husky, barely a whisper. “Strip.” Xander did as he was told, and did so with a grin, the whole time, his gaze never left the growing bulge in the front of the vampires jeans.

Now naked, Xander was a vision of erotic perfection. Smooth tanned skin stretched taut over a broad, well defined chest and flat stomach, dark hair framing heavily laden balls and thick jutting cock at the apex of strong muscular thighs. Spike couldn’t help stroking his own errection through the black denim.

“You like?”

“Oh yeah! I definitely like. Now get on the bed.” Xander happily complied with the instruction, crawling up the bed on all fours, his ass wiggling enticingly as he moved, then lay flat on his stomach.

Spikes eyes roamed the flawless, young body spread-eagled in front of him, waiting for him and he felt an unneeded breath catch in his throat. Heat surged through cold, dead fingers, enlivening them with the burning desire to touch, explore, possess. He stripped off his own clothes in seconds and joined Xander on the bed, straddling his thighs, cock, rigid with borrowed blood, nestled between his ass cheeks.

Xander shivered and moaned.

“Spike. Oh God yes.”

One hand reached out to trace a line down his spine then back up to his shoulder. The vampire leant forward, pressing his body against Xanders naked back, his tongue snaking out to flick his ear lobe before moving to the curve of his neck. He smiled inwardly when the human tilted his head to one side allowing him better access. Too bad this is just a dream, he thought.

“So many things I wanna do to you Xan. Things that’ll make you scream and beg.”

“Later.” Xander growled. “Right now, all I want is your cock in my ass.”

Spike groaned. If this were real he would have shot his load by now but thankfully he had more stamina in his dreams.

“Again. Tell me again.”

“I want your cock in my ass Spike. I want you to fuck me. Now.”

His mind screamed at him, do it, ram it up there hard and fast, he’ll love it. Of course he’d love it. He was a dream, a fantasy, he’d love everything, but that wasn’t what Spike wanted. He wanted Xander, with all his human frailties. It was important to him that the fantasy was as real as it could be.

He reached over to one side, pulling open the drawer of the bedside cabinet and pulled out a tube of lubricant that somehow he just knew would be there. Flipping open the lid, he squeezed a generous amount onto his fingers, settled back and began preparing his lover.

Slowly he stroked up and down the crevice between Xanders ass cheeks, pressing gently against the tight muscular opening, without ever actually penetrating it. Xander pushed back against him, pleading wordlessly to be entered.

Another blob of lube and this time Spike didn’t disappoint. One slick finger, slipped inside and Xander let out a strangled cry of pleasure.

“More. Please.”

“Easy Pet. There’s plenty of time. I’m gonna do this right.”

“Please Spike. Please. Please.”

He loved hearing Xander beg for him, but it was making it damn hard to concentrate. Ignoring the pleas and the wriggling, he slowly began to work the finger in and out, massaging the prostate with each forward motion, enjoying the way Xanders muscles spasmed around him. Another finger joined the first and the brunette arched his back. After a few minutes Spike decided he couldn’t wait. It was time.

“You ready Pet?” He asked.

“Uh huh. Yes. God yes. Fuck me. Don’t make me wait. Fuck me hard. I want it.”

“I want it too.” Squeezing out what remained of the lube (it was a small tube), he coated his cock and, with one long slow push, he was fully sheathed in his lovers ass.

Xander gasped, throwing his head back and the vampire reached around him, pulling him close, clinging to the warm body, letting him adjust to the sensation of being filled.

“You feel so good.” He muttered against Xanders ear. “So hot. So fucking tight.” The feeling was unlike anything he’d ever felt before. “Gods! I know this is a dream but, please don’t let me ever wake up.”

Gradually, the man in his arms relaxed. Setting up a slow but steady pace with his thrusts, the blonds hand crept down past his stomach and took hold of the weeping cock, brushing his thumb over the engorged head. The pace quickened, his hand pumping in time with his cock, balls slapping loudly against thigh as they fucked.

Xander writhed and bucked beneath him, meeting each thrust and begging him to go faster and harder, crying out as his orgasm hit and he erupted into the vampires fist. That was all Spike needed, just seconds later he followed.

“Xan, Pet. I’m, oh christ. I’m coming. Xander I’m coming.” He howled, ferrally as his own orgasm roared through him and he filled his lover with his seed.

The two men collapsed onto the bed in a tangle of sweaty limbs, both gasping for breath that only one of them needed. The younger man protested the loss when his lover slipped from his body, but sighed contentedly when he was hugged tightly and spooned. The vampire dropped a delicate, baby kiss on his shoulder before closing his eyes and letting his mind catch up to his body and going to sleep.

* * *

Xander sat on the edge of his bed, legs swinging, and contemplated the blond vampire currently engaged in peaceful slumber whilst tied to a chair, in his basement bedroom.

He didn’t look at all big or bad in his sleeping state. He looked completely happy, almost innocent. Almost, but not quite because you see, the Xanman knew what he had been doing just barely an hour ago.

He knew exactly when he had decided to set about seducing Spike, it had been that first night. Everyone knew how much he detested being kept in chains, in Giles’ bathtub, so when he’d protested so vehemently about being moved to his basement, and insisted that there was no need to tie him up because he was in absolutely no danger of being bitten, Xander had been more than a little curious as to why. The reason had become clear as soon as the bleached menace fell asleep.

An evil grin fluttered across kiss bruised lips as he recalled the moment he realised the vampire was fantasizing about him.

It had been obvious right from the start, thanks to his vocalisations, that Spike was prone to vivid and erotic dreams. He looked so incredibly hot with his eyes closed, lips parted slightly and his head thrown back in ecstasy and Xander had been entranced by the flush that rose in the pale cheeks and the way he panted as his arousal grew, despite not needing to breathe. He’d seen the long, slender fingers stretch and muscles tighten as he strained against his bonds, desperate to touch himself.

He’d had to confess, though only to himself, that it was without a doubt, the most erotic thing he’d ever seen, and watching had given him a hardon beyond compare, but…..Oh Gods! When Spike had cried out //Christ yes, Xan, I’m coming// he couldn’t help it, he followed the vampires lead and came in his pants.

A billion questions flooded his brain after that. How long had the vampire felt like that about him? How many times had the vampire fought with him when what he really wanted to do was fuck him? What exactly did the two of them do in Spikes dreams? Did he even remember them when he woke up? Did Spike think about him while he masturbated? Would his own dreams now be filled with thoughts of a bleach blond vampire? Would he call Spikes name as he came? Would Spike watch him sleeping and know what he was thinking? What would it be like to kiss him? What would he look like naked? What would he do if Spike said he wanted him?

It had been almost impossible the next day to look at Spike and pretend he didn’t know, although Spike had turned in an Oscar worthy performance of utter indifference, and he’d found himself unable to get the image of the aroused vampire out of his mind. It was then that he realized that he wanted Spike as badly as Spike wanted him, but what was he going to do about it? He had begun making plans that same day, gathering together the things he would need, things like blood, beer and lube. A week later, he was ready to put his plan into action.

The beer had been to help him relax, the blood (warmed) had been to wake the vampire once he was in position, the lube had been placed in the bedside cabinet, where it would be easily found when it was needed. Everything had worked perfectly, it had been tricky untying the ropes without waking the vampire prematurely but he’d managed it, he was relaxed (and hornier than hell), he’d had time to stash the mug of blood under the bed before Spike came fully to his senses, and even better, he had mumbled something about this being another dream which gave Xander the freedom to ask for what he wanted without embarrassment.

The sex had been fantastic, Spike had turned out to be a very generous lover and had read every moan, every shudder and responded to it in just the right way. He had hit that sensitive spot, deep inside him, with every thrust, making him buck and scream and beg for more and when he had closed his fist around his cock and pumped, well, Xander had come so hard that he was sure his soul was leaving his body via his dick. Getting the vampire dressed and back into his chair before retying all the ropes, had proved to be the most difficult part of the whole thing but there he was, still sleeping, and none the wiser.

Xander trembled. He could still feel the cool fingers on his body, caressing him, teasing him, probing him. Gods, he was getting hard just thinking about it. Yeah! All the hard work and the waiting had definitely been worth it. He wondered how long it would be before the vampire realized what was going on, or before one of them got so horny they jumped the other without thinking. Not too long he hoped, but in the meantime he was happy to make a few more of Spikes dreams come true.

Maybe tomorrow he’d let Spike fuck his mouth, he thought as he lay down on the bed, or get the vampire to suck him off, a blow job from someone who didn’t need to breathe was bound to be something special.

For the first time in ages, Xander Harris was happy and he was looking forward to tomorrow.