It was Spike's hands Xander first dreamed about, pale, strong, and sure, and when he imagines Spike he thinks of him with rings. He remembers slim silver bands and that clunky skull Spike once gave to Buffy. Yet now Spike's hands are always bare.

When Spike first touched him, Xander had shuddered at the cold metal, harder and far cooler than the vampire's smooth skin. The silver grazed nipples and slid along his cock, the texture driving him inexorably and mindlessly over the edge.

The next night, Spike's hands were ringless.

"When you shiver, pet, it'll be because of me."

~end~