Cold
*****
There's a lot to be said for air conditioning. It sucks all the humidity out of
the air and makes the cold crisp and sharp. Sometimes it burns the inside of
Spike's nose it's so dry. Burrowing under the blankets is a good defense - the
vampire as den animal, curling in around a pillow that still smells like Xander.
The moment the human slips out of the bed, Spike finds the exact position the
warm body held and fits himself into it like a corpse inside the chalk outline
at a murder scene.
The warmth eventually fades - his body can't hold heat, but he stayss awake to
savor it until the last tiny tendrils dissipate, leaving him cool and alone. He
sleeps too much at night now, so his mornings are often spent riding the edge
between sleep and wakefulness, hovering in that hazy place where movements are
slow and thoughts are disjointed. He surfs the waves of dreams, dropping in and
flickering out at random, and he rarely remembers anything specific, waking with
vague feelings of half-forgotten emotions.
It's hot outside. He opens the blinds from the protective shelter of the doorway
and lets the sun shine in on the sofa. After a few hours he closes them again
and hurries to fall and stretch his body out on the sun-warmed fabric - more
like a cat than he'd ever admit. He misses the smell of sunshine. Luckily,
Xander brings that home with him.
Spike can hear Xander's heartbeat - the boy is standing outside the door llike he
always does. The vampire can smell sweat and sunshine, dirt and construction
debris. Xander always waits outside the door for a moment, delaying the
sensation of the cool air that awaits. Spike loves this hedonistic streak - he
has it himself. The stab of denial makes the reward sweeter. Most humans don't
get that, but his Xander does. The thought makes him shiver and pull the sheets
a little closer.
Xander's inside now, undressing in the kitchen, so Spike arranges himself for
effect. He knows it; Xander knows it - neither cares. It's another form of
foreplay, another little denial. Spike can feel Xander's eyes on him, so he lies
perfectly still. To move would break the spell, and Spike knows how he wants
this to play out - breaking the spell is not an option.
Xander's in the shower, so Spike reaches out to the bed table and removes a
battered tube. He holds it for a moment and smiles, then flips it open and
quickly prepares himself. The tube is replaced, and he arranges his body as
before, except that one leg is bent a little further. The shower turns off, and
Spike schools his features into the slack pose of sleep.
Xander grabs the bottom of the sheets and starts to slide them away from Spike's
body. In a lightning-fast move, the vampire is bracketed in heat and the head of
Xander's cock is pressing into him, breaching him, inside. They both exhale
loudly and freeze until Spike's body clenches once around Xander's cock, both
fighting and welcoming the intrusion. In one smooth motion, Spike turns fully
onto his belly and Xander pushes down, filling and stretching him. Spike bucks
back and claws at the sheets. Xander doesn't give him time to adjust, just takes
and takes, and it's perfect.
It can't last; it won't. It doesn't. Without a touch or coherent thought, the
vampire's cock fills and then empties onto the dark sheets in long, almost
painful pulses. Without a sound Xander slams inside and fills Spike to bursting
with his hot, slick release. They lie together for long moments, and Spike tries
to absorb the heat that is inside him and around him. Xander lifts up, and Spike
tries desperately to suppress the sound; the whimper he can't help making as
Xander's heat is withdrawn. Warmth and weight fall away then, and Spike feels
the cool air flow over his body and shivers lightly. *****