Chapter 19

The line outside of the club 668 snaked almost to the corner. It was comprised of humans, some demons and the occasional vampire; but only the coolest of each species, of course. Everyone lined up was trying to exhibit their own brand of the L.A.-too-cool-for-the-venue vibe with varying results. Angel and Spike moved to the front of the group and strode directly up to the large, horned bouncer guarding the door. The demon turned to them with a dismissive look on its face, a look that quickly changed to a smile of welcome and an obsequious gesture when he recognized them. Spike dropped back to rejoin Xander and whispered into his ear. “We had to bust this place up a while back, and I think we made that guy nervous. He’s right helpful these days.” Xander laughed and rested his hand on Spike’s back as they entered the club.

The doors opened into a small lobby that was decorated with industrial-looking furniture and abstract metal sculptures. Dawn collected everyone’s jackets to check, half-listening to Spike threaten her life should anything happen to his duster, and then flounced off. When she returned, the group turned and opened another set of double doors that led to the interior of the club. Driving drums and a thundering bass line washed over them. The room was cavernous. Multi-level bars and dance floors crisscrossed the space, and strobes and laser lights flashed. Spike struck out toward the back of the room; the others followed. By the time they caught up to him, he was shaking off his demon visage and gesturing them toward a hastily vacated red velvet sofa that was nestled in a corner. Striding off again, Spike returned with two armchairs and arranged them across from the sofa. Angel settled into one of the chairs and pulled Buffy onto his lap. Xander turned to Spike and lifted his fingers to his mouth in the international “want a beer?” signal. Spike smiled and nodded. Xander grabbed Oz’s sleeve and they headed for the bar.

They returned with drinks to find Angel and Buffy guarding the seats. At Xander’s questioning look, Buffy pointed out to the dance floor. Xander easily picked out Jase’s red shirt; he was dancing with Dawn and Willow. Buffy pointed again, and Xander’s eyes came to rest on Spike. The vampire’s back was to him. He was dancing with his head thrown back, lost in the music. Spike’s leather-clad hips were moving with sinuous grace, and as Xander watched, one hand rose and ran slowly down the long pale neck, fingers twisting into the chain at his throat. Xander took a long swallow of his beer, and then let his mouth curve up into a broad smile. He couldn’t believe that this beautiful vampire was dancing for him; showing him all the things he had to look forward to. It was one of the sexiest things he had ever seen. He knew that Spike was playing to him, and he loved the blatancy of his lover’s actions.

The song ended, and another began on its heels. At the change of music, Spike turned around, his hand was still at his neck, and his eyes met Xander’s with a frankly sexual look. The vampire stalked toward his prey with a rolling, hip-thrusting gait. Tearing his eyes away from Spike’s, Xander let his gaze crawl down the slim body. Spike’s erection was obvious in his painted-on pants, and the human felt an answering hardness. Stopping in front of his lover, Spike removed the beer bottle from Xander’s suddenly nerveless fingers and tilted it up to drink. Xander watched his adam’s apple bob, then waited until Spike returned the bottle to him. He dangled the bottle by his side and lowered his dark head to place his lips against Spike’s throat. He could feel, rather than hear, a low, rumbling laugh, which changed to a gasp when he bit down on the tender flesh and curled his hand around the vampire’s hard hip at the same time, bringing their lower bodies into contact. Xander bit down again, and thrust his hips up once, then stepped back. He reached to the table behind him and handed Spike his own beer.

Xander felt a small hand in his and found himself being pulled onto the dance floor by a determined Buffy. He shot Spike a small smile, handed the vampire his beer and allowed his friend to lead him over to the others. As they danced, Spike moved to sit across from Angel. He looked over at Oz and saw that the werewolf was sitting on the edge of the sofa, his hands clutching a beer between his knees, his eyes focused on the dancing witch. Angel sipped from his glass of whiskey and looked at his grand-childe. He knew the other vampire would hear him easily, so he spoke in a normal tone of voice despite the din of the club.

“What are you doing with Xander, Spike?” Spike tilted his beer up and took a drink. The answer was succinct. “Foreplay.” Angel smiled broadly. “That I can see – I meant in general, not tonight specifically.” Spike’s expression turned serious, and he looked the older vampire in the eye. “I don’t know exactly what’s happening. He just showed up, and … ah, hell.” His voice and eyes both dropped away, and he looked down at his hands. Angel reached out and touched the younger vampire lightly on the knee. “William, all I know is that you’ve been more like yourself the past couple of days than you have been in years. I’m glad to see you like this, but …” Angel’s voice also trailed off, and he removed his hand from Spike’s knee. Blue eyes met broody brown ones, and an understanding look passed between them. Finally, Spike spoke, and even he heard the note of desperation in his voice. “I have to take a chance, Angel. I just have to.” Angel simply nodded, and they both turned to watch the dancers.

Spike felt his mouth drop open, and glanced at Angel, seeing a similarly gobsmacked expression on the other vampire’s face. Xander and Buffy were dancing together. Buffy had her back to the tall man, and one of her arms was twined up and around his neck. Her other hand stretched around her waist to clasp one of Xander’s that rested lightly on her hip. His other hand was splayed over her ribs, the thumb resting slightly below the curve of her full breast, his long fingers reaching to the center of her abdomen. Buffy’s eyes were closed, her head lolling back against the hard chest behind her as her hips moved to the music. Xander’s head was bowed over hers, and it looked like she was whispering something in his ear. She twisted her head up and smiled at him; opening her eyes and watching him throw his head back to laugh. Their rhythm never faltered as they laughed, and Spike could see the roll of his lover’s hips against Buffy’s.

God, they look hot, Spike thought, admiring how Xander’s dark good looks were set off by Buffy’s gleaming blondness. He wondered if he and Xander looked as striking together then smugly decided that they probably did. Maybe even better, since he was so much paler than the slayer. He turned to his grand-sire. “Close your mouth, mate, you look like an utter git. And go rein in your girl; she’s getting awfully touchy with what’s mine.” He softened the snarled comment with a sardonic smile, and the two vampires rose to claim their dates.

Xander leaned down to whisper in Buffy’s ear, “It worked; here come the territorial insane vampires." She turned her head and giggled against his cheek. “We’ve only got a couple more seconds, let’s make it good.” As the two vampires approached, the Slayer and one of her oldest friends moved their hips in unison. Xander kept his head bent to her neck and swept his hand up from her hip to just below her breast, while as a final detail she caught her lush bottom lip between her pearly teeth and closed her eyes.

Spike gestured to his grand-sire, and Angel stepped in front of Buffy at the exact moment that Spike stepped behind Xander. Angel put his hands on Buffy’s hips, and Spike put one hand on Xander’s waist and reached the other across both bodies to rest on Angel’s shoulder. The four bodies moved in perfect harmony for a moment, and then Buffy and Xander broke apart, pressing away from one another and against their respective lovers. Buffy looked over her shoulder and winked at Xander, and then smiled brilliantly. “Oh, so you and the slayer were playing a little ‘taunt the vampire’, eh?” The low growl in his ear sent a shiver up Xander’s spine. He leaned his head back and let it roll on Spike’s shoulder. “Did it work?’ Xander’s wry question turned into a gasp as Spike ground his leather-clad erection against the ass in front of him. It became instantly clear to Xander that Spike was not wearing anything beneath his leathers.

Crushed into a corner of the back seat of Dawn’s SUV on the way home, the night came back to Xander in bright flashes. Xander and Buffy’s exhibition had set the tone for the night. Numerous drinks had been consumed, and the group had come together and broken apart numerous times on the dance floor in various permutations.

FLASH

Spike had Xander pinned against the wall next to the red velvet sofa. The vampire’s hard body ground into his, hips thrusting with the same rhythm that his cool tongue plundered the human’s hot mouth. Both of Spike’s hands twined in the sable hair, pulling their mouths together. One of Xander’s hands gripped Spike’s hip, and his other was tangled in Willow’s titan tresses as she sat on the sofa, straddling Oz’s hips, and kissing him with abandon. The circle was completed as Oz’s warm hand rested at the small of Xander’s back.

FLASH

All three girls laughing hysterically as Xander was sandwiched between Angel and Spike, dancing. Xander trying desperately to deny to himself that he was turned on by the fact that Angel’s erection was pressing against him while he was pressing his against Spike.

FLASH

Willow, very tipsy, sitting on Xander’s lap in one of the plush armchairs with her arms around his neck and her warm lips resting against his temple. Spike leaning in as if to kiss him, and then turning at the last moment to run his tongue from Willow’s pointed chin to her ear, causing her to squeal and blush.

FLASH

Dawn asking Jase if she could, and then kissing Spike’s shocked mouth, then blushing furiously before kissing her husband deeply.

FLASH

Spike regaining his composure and asking Dawn for a repeat, with tongue, and laughing at her when she backpedaled away from him.

FLASH

Xander looking out onto the dance floor in time to see Angel lean down and run his tongue slowly over the claim mark on Buffy’s neck and seeing the shudder that ran through her body, even at a distance.

FLASH

Returning from the restroom and seeing Spike sprawled out on the steps that led to a higher level of the dance floor; legs spread, body relaxed, being chatted up by two gorgeous girls. Seeing the looks on those same girls’ faces as he slid down behind his lover on the step and trailed one hand into the open collar of the vampire’s shirt to tweak a nipple, causing the blonde to close his eyes, groan audibly and arch back against him.

FLASH

Pinning Spike against the exposed brick of the back wall of the club and kissing him senseless, then noticing that Angel was doing the same to Buffy right next to them.

They stumbled into the elevator in a pack. The two vampires were awash in the human pheromones, and Spike knew that his eyes were flashing as yellow as his grand-sire’s when they shared a look. The elevator was filled with the sounds of kisses and soft moans, broken only when Xander asked breathlessly, “Whose hand is on my ass?” and Jase answered, “Sorry!” The elevator stopped on the fourth floor, and Dawn and Jase and Willow and Oz stumbled toward their rooms, waving distractedly back at their friends. The doors slid shut again. Xander whispered a question into Spike’s ear, and a pale hand shot out to the control panel, pushing the “stop” button.

The two couples stood slightly apart, and then Xander leaned over very slowly and kissed Buffy. Her jaw dropped in shock, and he took the opportunity to slide his tongue into her mouth. Only their mouths touched as he explored the lips he had wanted to kiss for years. Her tongue met his, and she tilted her head for a better angle. They kissed for a long moment, and then broke apart, putting a tiny space between their lips. She gestured upward with her eyebrows, and Xander turned his head enough to see that Angel and Spike were also kissing. Where Buffy and Xander’s kiss was a gentle exploration, the vampires’ kiss was brutal; both were in game face, and Xander could see a trickle of blood running down Angel’s chin. On impulse, Xander twisted his neck enough to allow him to gather the small rivulet of blood on his tongue. He marveled for a moment at the smoothness of Angel’s skin, then turned and kissed Buffy again; sharing the small drops of blood he had collected. As he swallowed it, he felt a current of electricity run through his body.

Spike and Angel moved apart, both licking blood off of their lips. Spike’s hand went to the control panel again, and the elevator car began to move. Xander kissed his lover and tasted the mixed blood in his mouth. The elevator chimed and the doors slid open. Angel and Spike exchanged a look, and at Spike’s small shake of the head, Angel pushed them out of the car and hit the button for the penthouse.

In room 407 Jase had Dawn pinned against the back of the door and was unbuttoning the small gold buttons that ran down the front of her vest while he kissed her deeply, sweeping his tongue through the hot cavern of her eager mouth. She was pulling at his red silk over shirt, stripping it off his shoulders, and breaking his grip on her buttons to jerk the cuffs over his hands. He finished with her buttons and paused to cup her braless breasts as they spilled out from between the sides of the vest, milky white against its bloody hue. One hand tweaked a dusky nipple and the other slid to her waist to unbutton and unzip her pants.

Dawn used her toes to push her boots off and began tugging at her husband’s tee shirt, pulling the hem from the waistband of his jeans and rubbing her hands over the sharp planes of his chest. He moaned into her mouth, and then broke the kiss to pull the shirt off and kick off his own shoes. He buried his mouth between her breasts and continued working on the zipper of her pants. The fastenings finally gave way, and he pushed them over her hips as she wriggled out of them. Jase straightened and ground his cloth-covered erection against his wife’s body, causing her to gasp and draw her long legs up to curve around his waist. He pushed her harder against the door so he could move his hands, and as his tongue slid into her mouth he pressed two fingers up into her exposed wetness. She gasped into his mouth and moved her hands around to unfasten his pants and push them down his hips to free his hard cock.

She stroked him for a moment, and then used his shoulders for leverage to impale herself on his hardness. She slid down his shaft, and as she felt him fully sheathed inside her she exploded in an instant orgasm. Jase panted into her mouth as he tried to hold back his own release, feeling his wife’s body pulse around him. He stood perfectly still as shudders wracked the body between his and the door. As soon as Dawn’s wetness stopped clutching at him, Jase started to move within her, bracing her body against the door and thrusting up into her strongly. Her heels drummed on his back, and she dug her nails into his shoulders. Their bodies became slick with sweat, and their bellies slapped and slid. Jase put his hands on her hips in a bruising grip and pumped into her with long, fast strokes. He felt his orgasm build, and pushed one hand between them to find that tiny bit of engorged flesh that would send her over the edge again. His fingers closed on the nub and pressed, and Dawn’s scream and Jase’s groan met in each other’s mouths as they reached their mutual completion.

In room 442 Willow and Oz had actually made it to the bed. Oz had stripped her clothes from her body with slow thoroughness, then lowered her to the bed and simply looked at every inch of her, a small smile on his face. Willow basked under his gaze, tucking her hands behind her head and crooking one leg prettily. Oz used his fingers to trace every part of her that his eyes had touched, and then followed with his lips and tongue. Willow stayed in her reclining position, knowing that this slow, worshipful exploration was his favorite activity, and that her patience would be rewarded. Finally he lifted his head from her body and began stripping off his clothes. He joined her on the bed, and then resumed his mapping of her body, rolling her over to touch and lick every inch of her back. Roughened, callused fingertips and soft pointed tongue brought her to a fever pitch. Once her moans and vocalizations became incoherent half-words, he finally pulled her up on all fours and entered her from behind in one long, sure stroke. They both howled.

In the penthouse, Angel’s long body was sprawled out on the floor of the living room. He was on his back and Buffy’s slim, golden body rose over him as the pushed herself up and down on him. She braced her hands on his chest and leaned forward to change the angle at which his cock entered her body on each of her hard thrusts. Angel’s large hands cupped her breasts and his fingers closed on her hard pink nipples, eliciting deep moans from her mouth.

In the hall outside suite 501 Xander’s hands shook violently as he tried to unlock the door. He growled with frustration, and then finally managed to get the door unlocked and open. He strode into the room, and then turned to look at Spike. The vampire leaned against the wall across the hall, taking and releasing unnecessary breaths, fighting for control. Xander looked into his eyes and ordered “get in here – now.” The blond pushed off from the wall and stalked into the room, stopping about a foot from his lover. Up close, Xander could see that his blue eyes were rimmed in yellow, and this outward signal of the barely restrained demon caused a shudder to run through his body. He tilted his head to the side and smiled at Spike. “I’m guessing that I don’t get to be in charge tonight?”

The eyes before him flashed completely yellow, and Xander gasped. Spike shook his head, trying to dispel the almost painful urge to allow his face to change; his eyes switched between blue and yellow several times. Xander closed the distance between them and placed a hand on either side of the pale face before him. He leaned in and kissed Spike gently, then pulled back and looked him right in the eyes. “Don’t hold back with me,” he whispered. “Let it go, Will. I want to see you.” The husky tremble in Xander’s voice broke Spike’s control, and his face rippled and changed; his forehead furrowing and fangs dropping.

Xander looked into the face before him, and then leaned forward to carefully kiss the fanged mouth. He ran his tongue over the familiar lips, and then slipped it inside to trace the new contours there. He ran the tip over the sharp teeth, and then started exploring the long, slightly curved fangs. Xander could feel their razor-sharpness. He carefully wrapped his tongue around one and sucked gently. Spike groaned and slammed their bodies together at the sensation. Xander sucked harder and felt his lover go wild thrusting against him.

Spike broke the kiss and panted harshly. He twined one hand into Xander’s hair and roughly pulled his head back so that their eyes met. “Luv, I’m going to have to apologize in advance,” he gritted out between pants. “For what?” Xander’s breathing was also unsteady. “For how fucking sore you’re gonna be tomorrow.”

Xander relaxed into the soothing hot water. He groaned a little as certain body parts protested the motion. Spike shot him a contrite look and went back to rubbing his feet. It was all Xander could do to not laugh. Who would have imagined that Spike, master vampire, would turn into Florence Nightingale after an evening of what Xander had to admit was spectacularly athletic sex. Spike’s advance apology had not been in jest.

The hours of arousal coupled with the small amount of bloodplay in the elevator had brought the demon to the forefront, and Xander bore evidence of the wild encounter. After a careful inventory of body parts he decided that his injuries consisted of some mildly strained muscles, numerous finger-mark bruises, a tired jaw, an almost-healed, inch-long gash in his tongue, and a very sore ass.

He considered Cordelia’s advice from the night before and tried to decide if he wanted to correct her on the turnaround time point. Spike’s erection had not waned at all until after the third time he had spent into Xander’s body; snarling and sinking his fangs into his own forearm next to where Xander’s head was buried in the pillow. When Spike had finally pulled away from Xander, neither had been terribly surprised to find themselves bloody; although Spike had been horrified and immediately began apologizing. Xander had stopped the apologies by grabbing the vampire by the chin and kissing him deeply, not caring that Spike was still in full game face. As soon as the cool tongue had started moving in his mouth, Xander had wrapped his tongue around a fang and slashed it open on the razor edge.

Yellow eyes had snapped open to meet his as the hot blood splashed into their joined mouths. Xander had felt Spike bite his own tongue to mingle their blood, and then the vampire had closed his lips on Xander’s tongue and sucked. Xander felt his eyes roll back as he came harder than he ever had before in his life. He barely registered the inhuman sounds Spike made, as he also climaxed again. Xander had come back to his senses to find his lover tenderly licking him clean. Spike took particular care to run his tongue over the shallow gouges he’d clawed into Xander’s thighs when the boy’s rich blood had flooded into his mouth unexpectedly. As soon as he’d finished there, he had flipped Xander over easily and turned his tongue to any other sore areas he could find.

Xander had been quite gratified to find out that it was possible to have an orgasm simply from being rimmed. Especially if the person rimming you had supernatural strength that extended to his tongue and the added benefit of not needing to breathe. As soon as Xander recovered, he dragged his seriously aroused lover off of the sticky, bloody, sodden bed and into the marble shower. There he had earned his sore jaw by giving Spike an extended blowjob, bringing the vampire to the brink of coming again and again, then backing off to draw out the sweet torture. After much babbling and begging, Xander had finally allowed the vampire his release, swallowing against the cock that was driven to the edge of his throat as Spike’s body rippled around the four fingers wedged tightly up his ass and he poured out his essence into Xander. The trembling blond had sunk to his knees in the shower, the two men clinging together under the pouring hot water until lassitude had threatened to overtake them. They had fallen damply into Xander’s bed and crashed immediately into deep sleep, sated and exhausted bodies intertwined.

Xander had come awake in the afternoon to find Spike lying flat on his back, hands behind his head, staring unblinkingly at the ceiling. The blond head hadn’t turned to follow as the human went into the bathroom, or upon his return. Xander settled himself on his side, tousled head propped on one hand. He laid his other hand gently on the unmoving chest of his lover and asked, “What’s with the broody, bleach boy?”

Spike’s eyes closed and he let out a sighing breath. Without opening his eyes, he said softly, “I’m so sorry, luv.” After a moment, Xander replied, “For what, Will?” Spike sat up and shrugged off Xander’s hand, sitting cross-legged on the bed with the sheets pooling in his lap, where he started twisting the material between his agitated hands. Not meeting the dark eyes that searched his face, he began to speak in a low, miserable voice.

“God, Xan – I didn’t mean to … I lost control and I …I hurt you.” He hung his head. “Everything got so crazy ... and it’s been so long … and I wanted you so much. I couldn’t hold back.” The vampire’s voice began to rise, and Xander could feel the self-loathing in it. “Christ, Xan – I fucked you bloody and damned if I didn’t love it.”

Xander leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the top of the bowed head, then slipped his hand between the ones twisting the sheet, gripping tightly. He leaned closer and placed his lips beside the vampire’s ear and spoke in a low, husky voice. “I liked it, Will. I loved it. I enjoyed every minute. It was rough and harsh and wild and I’ve never felt anything like it in my life. Feeling you tear into me, feeling the pleasure and the pain and the hot blood, oh God, it was a revelation.” He knew Spike could feel the shudder that ran through him, and he flushed with equal parts arousal and embarrassment at the words he was saying. He had felt the pain in the vampire’s voice, and knew that Spike believed himself to be a monster. Xander was trying to let him know that everything they had done together had been good, a source of excitement and pleasure.

Xander sat back and looked at the man before him. “Spike … Will, look at me.” When the blue eyes finally met his, Xander smiled a small smile into them. “When you … went all ‘grrr’? That was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. I loved watching you let go, knowing that all of that power and lust was for me.” Xander’s smile grew as he watched heat bloom in those crystal depths, chasing away the haunted look he loathed. He continued speaking.

“Being with you is like nothing else in the world. Being with Shari, that was all about sweetness and gentleness – and you and I have that, too. But you give me something I’ve never had – you give me your strength and your wildness and your darkness. I know we can do anything together, and you won’t hold back and you’ll take me farther than I think I can go. And I know you’d never really hurt me. Much.” Spike’s head had come up, and Xander was staring into his eyes, pleading for Spike to understand him, to know what he was talking about. The blond’s eyes were wide, and he smiled suddenly. “Really?” he asked. “It was good – all of it?”

Xander counted on his fingers. “Allow me to sum up. Sex with you is good. In fact, it’s amazing. You getting all ‘grrr’ during the amazing sex: also good. A little pain: yep, good. Oh, and vampire spit: extra good for healing the damage from the previous good stuff. Vampire blood: again with the good; it kind of makes me feel zingy – like drinking seven or eight Red Bulls.” He grinned at the vampire and received an answering smile. Xander continued, “You getting broody? Well, that’s bad. I hate it when you get all Angel-y on me.”

Xander laughed when Spike picked up a bed pillow and bopped him on the head for that comment. He leaned in and initiated a little wrestling, then hissed when several of his injuries made themselves known. Spike’s eyes got stormy and he demanded, “Are you still hurting?” Xander shifted a little on the bed and grimaced. “I’m a little sore, but it’s not bad. It probably won’t help me much in the sparring match tonight, but it was worth it.” At that, Spike growled and flipped Xander over onto his stomach. With one hand, he pushed the human flat on the bed. “Stay there,” was his terse command as he strode off to the bathroom, unconcernedly naked. Xander waited, and soon heard his lover come back to his side.

Spike drizzled lightly scented oil on Xander’s back and started to knead the abused muscles. The low groans from the body beneath him let him know when he was hitting all the right spots. As he worked the supple muscles of the human’s back, Spike thought about the conversation they’d just had. Spike had awoken refreshed and sated. He had lain in bed, remembering the night before. When his mind came to the memory of pulling away from Xander as the human knelt before him and seeing blood, the vampire had felt almost physically ill. He recalled how Xander had stilled his apologies with the wholly unexpected gift of his blood. Spike began to grin as a thought hit him. The grin turned to chuckles, then outright laughter, and soon he was almost lying on top of Xander, shaking with the strength of his mirth. “What’s so funny?” The muffled question came from beneath. Spike got himself under control and went back to rubbing the oil into sore muscles. “I’m sorry, luv. I just had a funny thought. I was thinking about what you said, and it came to me: you fuck like a vampire.”

Xander twisted from the waist so he could look at his lover over his shoulder. “What’s that supposed to mean?” he asked, somewhat indignantly. Spike pushed him back down gently. “Nothing bad, pet. I just mean that in the vamp world sex is right up there with blood and violence: the big three. Those are three things that your average vampire doesn’t hold back on – we do it all, balls to the wall and no holds barred. Most humans have a lot of hang-ups about sex; worrying if something is bad or wrong. Vamps don’t care – if it gets you off, it’s good.”

“I can get behind that kind of thinking,” Xander murmured. They were silent for a while, both enjoying the massage. “Will?” Xander’s voice was low. “Yes, luv?” Spike answered him. “Um, during … well, during, why did you bite yourself instead of me?” Spike hesitated, unable to read from the human’s tone what answer he expected. “I’d never bite you, Xan. Not without your permission. No matter how much I wanted to. I do have that much self-control. Barely.” He softened the sentiment with a short laugh.

After a long pause, Xander said, “I was just wondering what it was like, because when you drew on the cut in my tongue last night, I was pretty sure all of my brains came out of my cock. I guess a real bite is pretty intense.” Spike worked his way lower on the human’s back before answering. “Intense is an understatement, mate. The bite is…well, it’s everything. Even when it’s just feeding, the one getting drained goes out on the highest of highs. Why do you think people like Buffy’s farm boy whore themselves out to vamps? But when it’s during sex, well – you felt something of it.”

Xander didn’t answer, and Spike continued his ministrations on his lover’s back. His hands trailed down Xander’s sides and over his hips to knead his strong buttocks. Xander hissed as the manipulation caused sensitive, sore flesh to rub together. Spike dipped his head, and Xander felt the warm push of the vampire’s muscular tongue stroking against his tender opening. He gasped and arched his back to increase the contact. He rose up slightly on his knees and leaned back as Spike began to rim him in earnest. Xander groaned and thrashed as the slick, strong muscle pushed in and out of his body. Finally, he could stand it no longer, and he came all over the last set of clean sheets in the suite, screaming, “Oh, God, Will! So good, oh fuck, yes!” Spike had allowed him to rest while the vampire drew him a hot bath, then had carried him to the bathroom, lowered him into the water and proceeded to wash him and rub his feet.

After twenty minutes in the bath, watching Spike attend to him while the vampire was sporting a painfully hard erection, Xander came out of his reverie and leered at his lover. “Why don’t you climb in here and we’ll do some underwater fucking experiments?” Spike shot him a dark look. “I’m not fucking you until you’re healed, pet,” he growled. “However …” he got an evil glint in his eye. The vampire moved with his usual grace to the side of the tub and climbed in, settling with one knee on either side of Xander’s waist. He braced his thighs and knees against the warm, wet body below him and wrapped his hand around his erection.

Xander marveled at the erotic picture before him. His eyes were locked on Spike’s hand, which moved with punishing speed on his flesh, sliding his slick foreskin forward and back as he masturbated over the body of his lover. Xander’s hands rose, one cupping and tugging at the vampire’s balls, the other sliding back between the tight globes of his ass. There was enough oil in the water to lubricate his fingers; he pushed one inside Spike’s grasping channel, and then quickly added another, curling them to hit the exact spot that made the vampire howl. Thrusting forward into his own hand and back against Xander’s fingers, Spike worked himself to his orgasm, staring down into the face below him. At the very last moment, Xander tipped his head forward and took Spike’s cock down to the root, swallowing every drop as the vampire came with a whine, his forward motion splashing water all over the floor.