Sweat dripped off his pale brow. Spike had long since given up anything as coherent as moaning. Lips open and slack to receive Xander's tongue. The sable haired beauty knelt above him, impaled on the vampire's cock. But he too had long since given up movement so he could concentrate on licking. Licking his vampire's fangs. Who could have guessed they were so sensitive? Long, white, and sharp as razors, he licked carefully to avoid being bitten. Little jolts from the chip shot fire along the vampire's veins, actually warming the skin. It gave the pleasure its edge of perfection. 
Prick. 
Hot tang of copper dribbled into his lover's mouth. 
Spike slammed up into him and came. 
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End