"Mmm..." Spike hummed, undulating against Xander's warm body. The blonde couldn't ever remember being woken up so...nicely. Warm Xander all around him, his lovely boy taking the initiative and--"

Xander's smile widened as Spike yelped. Xander continued to brush a curious finger across Spike's hole, reveling in the way the vampire thrust helplessly against him, If he'd known Spike was so sensitive, he'd have done this ages ago. Well, at least a few days ago.

Spike sucked desperately on Xander's neck, wishing the boy would keep going, push that damned finger inside him and stretch him open. This feathery teasing was driving him insane, reminding his body that there was much, much more in store for them if Xander would only do something. "Xander," Spike moaned, lifting his head from the boy's neck.

Xander caught the pleading in Spike's voice. Ok, the vampire really liked this. Good thing, since Xander was pretty fond of it too. Spike probably had no clue how he looked, spread out on top of Xander, thrusting back against his hand. Wanton didn't cover it. He knew what Spike wanted; it was pretty damned obvious. Xander, however, didn't want to try that without some sort of slick. He hadn't ever actually done this before. "Need slick, Spike," He muttered. The vampire's hands were considerably less occupied than his.

Spike reached blindly for the nearest night stand, fumbling until he found a bottle of something. He pitched it at Xander, who somehow managed to catch it. Spike felt the slick drip of lubricant hit his skin, its coldness not really a shock for the vampire. Then that hand was back, stroking and teasing. Spike wriggled under the light touch, wanting more. Xander cautiously pushed one finger inside the blonde, recalling everything he could about how Spike had prepared him. If the vampire's soft, broken whimper was anything to go by, Xander was doing just fine.

Spike latched onto Xander's collarbone, needing to keep his mouth occupied. He wanted to consume the boy, climb inside that warm haven of a mouth and never leave. But that might distract Xander from what he was doing, and that Spike couldn't allow. Each hesitant, exploratory touch was perfect, sending tendrils of pleasure up Spike's spine and straight into his heart. Xander could keep doing what he was doing for as long as he wanted; Spike certainly wasn't going to complain. If the Slayer and her entire entourage walked in at that very moment, Spike wouldn't do so much as lift a finger. He was far too happy where he was to actually move.

Emboldened by Spike's positive response, Xander slowly pushed another finger inside the vampire. Spike shuddered and thrust back, working himself on the invading digits. Xander twisted and bent his two fingers, stretching the vampire's hole. Spike's mouth tightened on the boy's skin, suckling with almost painful force. Xander stilled for a moment, until Spike relaxed. Then he continued, flickering his fingers against the blonde's prostate. Each time he did, Spike twitched or shuddered and that cool mouth moved with more force, licking and sucking along Xander's neck and shoulders.

"Do you like this, Spike?" Xander asked as he continued to work the vampire. "Opening up for me?"

Spike whined against Xander's neck. He couldn't say it, couldn't say anything at the moment. But yeah, he loved it, loved being owned like this as much as he loved taking possession of his sweet boy. All he could do at the moment was cry out and move to encourage Xander to continue, to never stop.

"Wish we could do this every day, wake up like this," Xander continued, gingerly pushing a third finger inside Spike's body. "'Cause seeing you like this is, wow, it's powerful, you know?" The youth drew in a shaky breath. "I'm not sure how I'm ever going to make it through work, knowing that I've got this to come home to."

Spike's eyes crossed as his mouth fell away from Xander's lovely skin. Between the words Xander was whispering and cruelly perfect movements of his fingers inside the blonde, Spike was nearly blind with pleasure. He thrust against Xander, cock leaking cold precome onto the boy's stomach, smearing over hot, tight skin. Spike wanted to hold on, to wait, make it last until the boy was buried inside him, filling him and heating his cold body. He wanted Xander's cock where his fingers were, splitting him in two and making him whole.

Xander reached up with his free hand and pulled Spike's face to his. The vampire was in some sort of half-state, ridges just forming above his eyes. Xander smiled at the dazed look in those blue-yellow orbs and leaned up to kiss the blonde, just as he thrust harder with his fingers, splaying them as far apart as he could. He crooked and straightened them rhythmically, working against the convulsive tightening of Spike's body, swallowing the vampire's high-pitched wails as he came. Spike was so damned beautiful like that, perfect ecstasy carved into milky stone, a statue possessed by a poet's demon. It wasn't possible, not with all that they'd done that night, but Xander felt his own arousal peak and spill over, heated liquid bathing Spike's body as unexpected completion washed through Xander's.

Spike gripped Xander hard, fingers digging into satiny flesh as his body disintegrated, flung into nothingness. He called for Xander, begging the boy to join him in this howling, sublime sensation and was answered by a low moan mixing with his plaintive wail. Hot became hotter, just as cool became colder, blending into something new between them. Xander was with him, right there under and inside and around and all over.

Xander eased his fingers free of the vampire's now-unresisting body and held the blonde close to him, smiling softly as he listened to Spike murmur against his neck.

Words fell out of Spike's mouth unbidden, fulfilling their duties despite his mind's scattershot state. "Twenty-two," The vampire whispered, sadness creeping into his voice. All declarations aside, they'd finished celebrating Xander's birthday. Twenty-two sex acts, twenty-two orgasms for the birthday boy.

Xander grinned, a truly evil thought coming to him. "Yeap, twenty-two. Did I ever tell you how much I *adore* that particular present?"

Spike couldn't help but chuckle at the bright happiness in his boy's voice. "I guessed."

"Good," Xander murmured, still grinning madly. "So, Spike…"

"Hmm?" Spike hummed questioningly, still licking drops of sweat off Xander's damp skin.

"Got a question," Xander continued.

"What's that?" Spike inquired, working his way across Xander's collarbones.

"When's your birthday?"