Chapter 29

It was good to be home, Spike thought, as he dropped their bags inside the front door. Xander and Willow came up the steps slowly, waving to Buffy as she drove away in the van. As the two humans entered the house, Spike turned and wrapped his arms around Xander, who hugged him back tightly. Willow pressed herself against one side of the hug, and they each shifted an arm to envelop her. When the two men leaned their heads in and began kissing, she slipped out of their grasp and closed the front door. She leaned back against it and shamelessly stared at them.

They look good together, she thought, light and dark, yin and yang – but more hard than soft. Both of them all angles and planes, from their faces and their chests to Xander’s knee, crooked between Spike’s legs, pressing their thighs together. Their kiss deepened, and Willow could see their tongues dueling, could see them licking and nipping at one another’s lips. Spike’s hand carded through Xander’s dark hair and curled there, pulling just a little. Xander’s hands were on Spike’s back, pressing and kneading the muscles, one slipping lower to curve around a narrow hip.

Spike’s eyes were closed, his dark lashes fanned out on porcelain cheeks. Xander’s were squeezed shut, as if he was trying to push his thoughts and feelings into the vampire’s mind through sheer force. Willow saw Spike’s eyes flutter open, and the vampire’s brow creased when he saw the intense expression on his lover’s face. He pulled back, and broke the kiss with some difficulty. As their lips parted, Xander bent his head and began kissing and sucking at Spike’s neck, while the vampire stroked the back of his head soothingly. Spike’s eyes met Willow’s. “Guest room’s the second door on the left upstairs, Red,” he said, “I’m gonna take him on up.” She smiled and nodded, then walked into the living room to watch TV and give them some privacy. Spike turned Xander around enough to get him to walk, and led him upstairs.

Spike closed the door of the master bedroom behind them. Xander had walked a couple of steps into the room, and stood looking around. The room was not what he expected. It was decorated in light neutral colors: predominantly cream, white and tan. The furniture was light wood, a sitting area in the large suite held two chairs and a loveseat upholstered in cream, strewn with sage green pillows. The bed was a huge expanse of white and cream, with lots of pillows and a soft down comforter. Wooden blinds covered the room’s windows, and Xander could see blackout shades behind the blinds. The bed had a library headboard that was filled with an assortment of books, a desk in the corner held more books. The floor was hardwood covered by a faded oriental rug that picked up the sage and tan colors elsewhere in the room. It was beautiful, soothing and wholly unlike Xander’s perception of what Spike’s bedroom would be.

Cool arms slipped around his waist, and Xander leaned back against his lover. “I like your room,” he said, “It’s nice.” Spike hugged him and kissed his neck. “Thanks, luv.” Xander turned in his arms and kissed him very lightly. Their lips brushed together gently, then more insistently. When Spike moaned, Xander slipped his tongue into his mouth and explored, tasting the inside of his lips, and then running it over his teeth and up against the roof of his mouth. Spike’s tongue came forward to slide against Xander’s, and he sucked at it, earning a hiss.

Spike broke the kiss and reached down to tug the hem of Xander’s thin sweater from his jeans and pull it over his head. Xander kicked off his shoes and bent to take off his socks. As he straightened, the vampire reached out and unbuttoned his jeans, then eased the zipper down. Xander shimmied his hips and the jeans fell to puddle at his feet, leaving him completely naked. He raised his hands and let them rest lightly on Spike’s hips as they kissed softly again. Spike moved back a step to look at his lover. He took in every inch. His gaze started at tanned bare feet; it climbed up muscular calves strewn with curling dark hairs to strong thighs that cradled Xander’s jutting erection. With his eyes, Spike traced the curved lines of Xander’s hips and every dip and swell of his defined abdomen and chest. Finally, he looked at his lover’s tanned throat and up to his face. He couldn’t decide which was sexier; the complete lack of shyness or embarrassment or the frankly sexual light in Xander’s chocolate eyes. Placing one hand on the center of Xander’s chest, he said, “Go sit on the bed, luv.”

The dark man did as he was asked, settling himself against a pile of pillows on top of the covers. He tucked one hand behind his head and left the other one comfortably on his abdomen. He sprawled slightly, leaving his legs splayed open as his hand lazily traced the muscles of his midriff. Spike felt the front of his jeans becoming damp as his cock leaked at the wanton sight before him. He turned off the overhead light and walked to the window. He opened the shutters and rolled the shade up, allowing silvery moonlight to spill into the room. Its glow cast a faintly blue light on the room. Spike stood in the shaft of moonlight. He dropped his duster from his shoulders, catching it before it hit the floor and tossing it over the desk chair.

He lifted one foot to the bedside table and propped it there to unlace his boot. He removed it and his sock, and then repeated the process with the other foot. He unbuttoned his red shirt, and eased it down his arms slowly. Once it was off, he pulled his black tee shirt off over his head. He reached down and unbuttoned the top button of his jeans, then stopped and looked at the bed. “You’re so beautiful in the moonlight, Xan,” he said, his voice rough with passion. “The only place you look better is in the sunlight.” Xander smiled at his lover and gestured for him to continue taking off his jeans. Spike unbuttoned each button slowly and deliberately, and then eased the tight jeans over his hips and down his legs. After stepping out of the jeans, he stood and smiled. “Either way, you look good in my bed.” His tone was warm and possessive. “I promise you, luv, when this is all over I’m going to keep you right where you are for a solid week.” He bit back a moan when he saw Xander’s whiskey-colored eyes darken to ebony and his cock twitch against his flat belly.

Spike walked to the edge of the bed. He groaned when Xander reached out and drew a finger from the base of his cock to the tip, slowly tracing a line of fire. The finger eased around the head, then slid back down, tracing the prominent vein. The single finger was joined by the rest of Xander’s hand, slipping beneath Spike’s balls to cup and squeeze, then to slide delicately across the sensitive strip of skin behind them. Spike’s knees quaked at the sensations, and then faltered altogether as Xander leaned forward to repeat the motions of his hand with his mouth. “Holy shit, Xan, so hot – you feel so fucking good,” the vampire panted, and then yelped as his entire cock was engulfed in wet heat with one swift move. Xander bobbed his head, sliding Spike’s cock in and out, trailing his tongue along the underside and scraping lightly with his teeth.

He pulled all the way back and stopped, with the leaking crown just resting against his lips, and looked up into Spike’s eyes. “I love hearing you talk, Will. I love the things you say. You make me crazy. Tell me,” he said, letting his lips brush against his lover’s cock with each word. “Tell … tell you what?” Spike rasped, his hands clutching on Xander’s shoulders. He could see the fluid that dripped from his cock shining on Xander’s lips, and the sight made nearly made him come on the spot. “Anything, everything,” Xander replied, then drew back and deep-throated Spike as far as he could. Spike’s mind went blank. There was no way in hell he was going to be able to speak. Not when he could feel the head of his dick pressing against the edge of Xander’s tight throat. Especially not if he swallowed against it, which he did. Broken noises fell from the vampire’s lips, and he clutched Xander harder to stop himself from thrusting.

Xander pulled back again, laughing. “Care to repeat that in English?” he asked. Spike panted harshly and tried not to fall over. “I don’t think it translates. It might have been ‘gah’, I think,” he said. “Can I sit down before I fall down?” Xander slid over on the bed and pulled Spike down to him. He wrapped his arms around the smaller body and simultaneously rubbed his erection against Spike’s hip and kissed and licked his neck. “Tell me,” he demanded. Spike’s hips matched Xander’s rhythm, and he began speaking against his lover’s neck. “I can’t get enough of you, your heat. You feel so good, Xan. You make me burn. Tonight, when I saw you kill that fledge, I nearly came in my pants. You were so gorgeous, striking like a snake. I wanted to run to you and throw you over the porch rail and fuck you blind.”

Xander groaned, lost in Spike’s words. “Yeah,” he panted, “fucking me blind – that sounds good. Can we do that now?” The vampire laughed, “Yes, love – we can do that now. The lube’s in my coat pocket, wanna get it?” Xander kissed him hard, then scrambled off the bed and crossed the room to Spike’s duster, hanging on the desk chair. He dug through the pocket until his hand closed on the mostly-depleted tube. Before he could turn around, one of Spike’s hard hands closed on his hip, the other snatched the tube from him. “Hands on the chair back, Xan, right now.” Spike’s voice was low and rough. Xander swept the duster onto the floor and grabbed the back of the chair, automatically bending over and spreading his legs. He rested his forehead on the back of the chair and waited.

It was a short wait. Within seconds, he felt Spike’s questing fingers slide down the crease of his ass and circle his pucker. Spike’s cool lips brushed his ear, and the vampire spoke in the same rhythm as his fingers circled. “Don’t think I can wait, Xan… wanna make it good for you, but I can’t wait. You mind taking it a little rough?” In answer, Xander arched his back and pushed against the slick hand. “Rough’s good, I can do rough,” he panted, and then gasped and groaned as two fingers breached him in a fast, strong thrust. He groaned again as the fingers began to pump in and out of him. “Oh, God, Spike – so good … want you in me – oh!” His frantic words broke off as a third finger pushed into him. He was reduced to a keening wail for four or five thrusts, and then a frustrated groan as the fingers left him altogether. “Can’t wait, have to be in you, can’t wait, God – you’re so hot inside, burning me, can’t wait,” Spike chanted as he lined himself up and pushed inside with one long, fast stroke that left him completely buried in the human’s heat. Xander’s barely prepared ass clenched and fluttered around the intrusion, and the vampire bit completely through his lip in an effort to hold back the orgasm that threatened to burst from him at the feel of the human’s hot softness surrounding him.

For a long second, they were both completely still and silent. Regaining a thread of control, Spike pulled back, almost completely out of Xander’s body, and slammed himself back in hard enough to lift the taller man up onto his toes. Xander shouted, Spike snarled. Spike set a brutal pace, fucking Xander as hard and as fast as he possibly could, demon to the fore. Xander felt the hardness of Spike’s ridged face against his back, and Spike’s fingers digging into his hips. His own cock was crushed between his body and the back of the chair, but he didn’t care. The raw, primal energy of their coupling had transported him beyond pain. All he could do was feel, caught up in a maelstrom of sensation and Spike’s cock filling him over and over again with stretching, burning, aching pleasure. He felt himself coming without having even touched himself, shooting against the back of the chair and his own stomach and chest, and knew he was making animal noises, gasping and crying out his release.

Still Spike’s pace did not slow, as he pistoned in and out of Xander’s hot channel over and over. He smelled blood, but could tell that it wasn’t much, and he could smell no fear on his lover, only lust and excitement. He smelled the sharp scent of Xander’s come, and reached around to rub the human’s stomach, coating his hand in the slippery mess. He dropped his hand to Xander’s still-hard cock and began to pump it in time with his thrusts. Xander’s head raised up from the chair back as his back arched. “Spike,” he moaned, “bite me.” The vampire’s rhythm faltered a little and he asked, “Are you sure, love?” Xander’s head bent back further and he said, “Fuck, yes.” Spike clamped his hands down harder, one on Xander’s hip, the other around his cock, and he thrust strongly into his lover. As soon as he could tell that they were both close to orgasm, he curled himself forward over Xander’s body and sank his fangs into the almost-healed spot he’d bitten before. He snarled into Xander’s neck, sucking his blood and flooding his ass at the same time. Xander felt himself coming again, splashing the chair, Spike’s hand and himself. He heard someone screaming, “Fuck, yes!” and only vaguely registered that it was him.

Xander slowly uncurled his aching hands from the back of the chair and pushed them both back a step. He fell to his knees, taking Spike with him, their bodies still linked by Spike’s cock. They knelt on the floor, panting for long moments. Spike slipped out of Xander’s body with a small moan and laid his head on the human’s back. He rested his hand on his lover’s thigh. “You OK, Xan? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he asked. Xander laughed weakly. “I’m good, baby – but I think your chair is shot. Shower now?” he asked hopefully. “God, yes,” the vampire replied, struggling to his feet. He pulled Xander up and wrapped his arms around him, kissing him gently on the cheek, then turning and leading him to the shower.

Halfway through getting cleaned up, Xander remembered Willow. Unfortunately, he was rinsing the soap off of his face at the time and inhaled water when his mouth dropped open in shock. Spike pounded him on the back until he stopped choking, and then asked him what the matter was. “Crap, Will – Willow is downstairs. I know she heard us,” he muttered. “People in other *states* heard us, Xan – you were *howling* at one point,” Spike informed him. “Oh, yeah – that,” Xander said with a shrug and a broad grin. They finished their shower in silence, and then returned to the bedroom. “We better go tell her it’s safe to come up to bed,” Spike said. They both pulled on sleep pants and tee shirts and headed downstairs hand in hand. They found Willow asleep on the sofa fully dressed.

Xander bent down and shook her, pulling her into a sitting position. She leaned against him and opened one eye blearily. “You guys fuck loud,” she accused in a slurred voice. Xander kissed her forehead, “Yes, we do, sorry – we can’t help it.” He stood up and started walking her toward the stairs, Spike trailing behind them with their bags from the foyer. They took her to her room, and then went back to the master bedroom. Xander looked at the back of the desk chair ruefully, and then just hung a towel over the mess. He also stopped to pull the shade and close the blinds over the window.

They had just settled back into bed when they heard a soft knock at the door. “Come in,” Spike called. The door opened a crack, and a pajama-clad Willow poked her head around it. “Are you guys naked under there?” she asked. Both men shook their heads. “Was the loud fucking on the bed?” she asked. Again, both men shook their heads. Her expression changed to the dreaded puppy-eyes. “Can I sleep with you, then?” she wheedled in a little-girl voice. Both men nodded, and she flew across the room to the bed. Xander lifted up a corner of the blanket and found himself crawled over by Willow, who settled happily between the two men, snuggling down into the pillows. Spike and Xander leaned in and kissed over her tousled head, and then each pressed a kiss to it. They each stretched an arm across the pillows above her head and intertwined their fingers. “I love you guys,” Willow mumbled sleepily. Spike and Xander’s eyes met in the gloom, as they both whispered, “Love you.”