Part 2

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They both knew that the game was over – this was real. They’d done atonement, they’d done tentative sweetness, they’d done playful and fun; this was the first step off of the cliff that would tumble them into the abyss. Neither had any thoughts for the future, beyond what they were going to do to each other and for each other in the hours until dawn. All that mattered was lips and teeth and tongues and hands and fingers and skin, whimpers and moans, gasps and growls.

They stood, and Xander took Spike’s hand and led him to his bed. Standing there, in the dim light coming from the living room, they struggled with their tight jeans and tossed their clothing away. Finally, blessedly naked they stopped a foot apart and looked at one another for long moments. Spike stepped forward and dropped a chaste kiss onto the top of Xander’s shoulder. Xander groaned and brought his hand up to cup the vampire’s cool cheek, bringing his head up so they could look into each other’s eyes. "I just wanted to be sure that you know why I’m doing this," he said. Spike raised an eyebrow at him. "My choice – our choice. No excuses. I just wanted you to know." The vampire nodded. "I know." They shared a long look, and then Xander smiled. "Good. Then get your ass on the bed."

Spike turned his back to Xander and crawled across the bed, pausing to look over his shoulder at the human standing dumbfounded in his wake, staring at his ass. "Like what you see, pet?" he drawled, raising an eyebrow and swaying his hips slightly. "Urk," Xander said, and pounced. Spike found himself pressed flat into the bed by Xander’s warm weight. He groaned when the human’s erection pressed against him, lining up against the cleft of his ass. The groans turned to growls when Xander latched onto the back of his neck, biting and sucking.

"Oh, shit … that’s good, Xan; don’t stop, love." Spike’s voice was strained with arousal and he arched strongly against Xander’s body, babbling madly until the human released his neck. Xander began kissing and licking his way slowly down Spike’s spine, sliding his hands down to the vampire’s wrists to hold him spread-eagled against the sheets. "God, Spike – your skin – so soft. You feel so good."

Xander shifted up to sit on his heels between Spike’s spread legs, allowing his hands to trail up the vampire’s arms and then down his back. Spike could feel his hesitation. "What is it, Xan?" he asked, turning his head. Xander leaned forward to rest his forehead against the vampire’s shoulder, burying his face against the cool flesh. "Um, I just realized that I’ve exhausted my entire repertoire of gay sex. I have no idea what to do next," he admitted somewhat sheepishly. Spike craned his neck back further, but the human resolutely kept his burning face hidden. Propping himself up on his elbows, Spike arched his back so he could rub his temple against Xander’s cheek. "What exactly was *in* your repertoire of gay sex, pet?" he asked in a laughing tone. "Um, kissing and ‘do whatever Spike says’," Xander admitted. His voice cracked a little when he added, "I don’t want to get it wrong."

Spike wanted to laugh with delight, but realized that Xander’s distress was genuine. He pushed back against the human until he had enough room to roll over. He gathered Xander into his arms and hugged him, settling them on the bed with Xander half on top of him with his face pressed into the vampire’s neck. "It’s OK, Xan. I got lost in the moment – I forgot this was all new for you." Spike turned them both on their sides, and he started placing soft kisses along the curve of Xander’s clenched jaw, throwing in a tickle of tongue or a nip every few kisses, just to keep things interesting.

As Xander began to relax, Spike ventured further, kissing his throat, his chin, the hard curve of his cheekbone, and finally, his lips. Spike took his time, gently mapping the contours of the human’s hot mouth, reveling in the slick slide of tongue on tongue, feeling every bit of tension drain out of his partner, not releasing his hold on Xander’s lips until air became an issue. He licked and nipped his way to Xander’s ear. "Tell me what you want, Xan. I can tell you what to do or we can … just … explore a bit." His words were punctuated with small kisses against Xander’s neck, calculated to keep the human distracted enough that he didn’t melt into a puddle of embarrassment. Xander leaned into the
contact and panted, "How about a little of both?"

Spike made a happy sound that turned into a gasp when Xander began licking and kissing his neck, trailing his lips and tongue from the hollow of his collarbone up to behind his ear and back down. After exploring the entire cool length with his lips, Xander began using his teeth, nipping and biting lightly. "More," Spike gasped. "Need you to bite me harder. Make it hurt a little." Xander complied, sinking his teeth into Spike’s corded neck hard enough to leave marks. He was amazed when the vampire went rigid under him and moaned at the sensation, so he bit down again. He moved his mouth further down and bit Spike hard at the exact spot where the vampire’s neck and shoulder met. Spike hissed and twisted under Xander to bring their erections into contact. Both were leaking fluid, which mixed to lubricate the slide of rigid flesh on rigid flesh.

Xander brought his mouth down to Spike’s nipple and licked and sucked the tender flesh to a peak. He swept his fingers up to the other nipple and pinched it sharply, keeping up an intense pressure that made the vampire growl his name. "Oh, Xander – just like that. So good." Spike wailed, and Xander slithered up to whisper in his ear, never letting up the pressure on Spike’s nipple. "That’s what I like, too, Spike – the pleasure and the pain together." The last word became a drawn-out moan as the vampire brought his hands to Xander’s chest to comply with the oblique request. Spike held Xander’s nipples lightly between his thumbs and forefingers then brought his fingers together hard enough to hurt, but not hard enough to damage. "Oh, fuck yes!" Xander wailed, thrusting his hips wildly. Spike made a mental note: nipple clamps.

Slowing the pace a little, Spike slid his hands around to Xander’s back; kneading the large muscles there while he whispered in the human’s ear, "Want your hand on my cock, Xan. Touch me." Xander rolled onto his side and lightly encircled the vampire’s erection with slightly shaking fingers, slipping them up and down the shaft, and circling the wet head lightly. Spike shifted under him, muttering, "bad angle," and arranged them so that they were both on their backs, with the vampire’s back resting against Xander’s warm chest as the human leaned against the headboard in a semi-reclining position. Xander caught on to the idea and wrapped his arms around Spike, splaying one hand across his chest and wrapping the other around the vampire’s cock. Spike grabbed Xander’s thighs and sighed, "perfect," as the hot hand began to stroke him.

The angle *was* perfect – Spike had set them up so that Xander could touch him the way he would touch himself, and the human wasted no time. He made his hand into a loose fist and pumped the shaft experimentally, rubbing his thumb over the slick head to gather the moisture there. Circling the head, he played for a moment with the almost fully retracted foreskin. He slid his fingernail along the edge, making Spike buck into his hand. Xander leaned away for a moment and came back with a tube of lubricant from the bed table drawer. Teasingly, he squirted a glob of the cold gel directly onto the sensitive crown of Spike’s cock; making the vampire yelp, then moan as he began stroking again.

Xander proceeded to fist the vampire’s cock, making all of the moves he liked for himself, using the breathy moans, hip thrusts and occasional "fuck yeahs" to gauge Spike’s reactions. He dropped his other hand between Spike’s legs to roll and cup his balls, assuming he was doing OK when the vampire spread his legs wantonly and thrust up harder. The pace was languid, neither in a hurry to end this encounter, but Xander found himself growing impatient for more. He leaned down and whispered, "God, Spike … wanna touch you inside," and started biting the back of the vampire’s neck again. He was startled when Spike grabbed his forearms and managed to pull them both into a kneeling position, with Xander behind Spike on the bed, his sweaty chest sealed to the cool, muscular back in front of him, his hand still stroking the vampire’s cock.

Spike nudged the tube of lubricant back toward Xander and panted, "Yes, pet. Want you inside me. Start with a finger … or two." Xander gave Spike’s erection one last hard stroke, and then eased back onto his heels to put more lubricant on his shaking fingers. Spike was on his hands and knees before him, and Xander marveled at the sight for a moment. He could now understand why the vampire had been so excited at the spa, with Xander bound and kneeling in supplication. To have this awesome creature at his mercy, trusting him, made him feel powerful and tender at the same time. Dropping the tube back onto the bed, Xander leaned forward and kissed Spike softly on the shoulder and, at the same time, breached him with one finger, sliding it up to the hilt into the soft, cool confines of the vampire’s body.

Spike arched back, and then let his head drop to hang between his arms, shuddering as his tightness adjusted to the intrusion. Xander could feel Spike’s ass clenching and fluttering around his finger and imagined what that tight softness would feel like around his cock. They both groaned out loud when Xander began pumping his finger in and out of Spike’s channel. "Another," Spike demanded, and Xander complied, pulling out and then pushing back in strongly with two fingers. This time, he didn’t wait for Spike to adjust and immediately began thrusting in and out. Spike pushed back against him and muttered nonsense words and deep sounds of pleasure.

"Twist your fingers around, Xan," Spike instructed, "see if you can feel a little nub …ahhhhhh!" Xander had done as he was instructed, and found Spike’s prostate, pressing into that tiny bundle of nerves that caused Spike to make a noise halfway between a cry of pain and a scream of pleasure. Xander really liked that noise, so he twisted his hand again, this time allowing his fingernail to lightly scrape the sweet spot. "Holy fuck!" Spike gasped, and swiftly pulled one hand off the bed to grasp his cock tightly at the base. He’d nearly shot all over the bed, and only vampire reflexes had saved him from embarrassing himself.

Xander pulled his fingers out and applied yet more of the slick gel, then carefully worked three fingers into Spike. He desperately wanted to replace the fingers with his cock, but didn’t know if Spike wanted him to, or would even let him. The problem was solved when the vampire twisted his neck to look over his shoulder, with eyes rapidly switching between blue and yellow. "In me," he hissed. Xander hesitated for a moment, and Spike gave him a hard look, which almost immediately softened into a smile. "What? You play the sub one time and give up your driving privileges forever? I don’t think so." He wiggled his ass at Xander enticingly and clenched his internal muscles hard on the three fingers holding him open. "In me, Xan – want you so much. Please." It was the "please’ that did it.

Pulling his fingers out, Xander slathered lubricant onto his cock and lined himself up to Spike’s entrance. He grabbed the vampire’s hip, steadied his erection with his other hand, and said a quick prayer to the gods of gay sex that he please not do this wrong. He eased forward, only to be met by a strong thrust from Spike that had him completely buried in the vampire’s body in one smooth stroke. He froze. The feeling was incredible. It wasn’t like the heat and utter wetness of being inside a woman. Spike was cooler, silkier and tighter than anything Xander had ever felt. The pressure on his cock was almost painful, but the softness of the channel and the pulling, grasping, fluttering motions were indescribable.

Spike panted unnecessarily, savoring the sensation of being filled. He’d not had another man inside him in decades, and never a human. The heat was incredible. He knew Xander was waiting for a signal to begin moving, but he drew the moment out, memorizing the exquisite feeling of heat and fullness. "Xanderrr," he purred, "I can feel your heartbeat inside me." And he could – he could feel the pulse of blood through the human’s cock, buried deep in his body. It was almost like feeling his own heart beating, except that he couldn’t remember what that simple function had felt like.

Finally, unable to wait any longer, Spike pushed back. Xander grabbed his slim hips firmly, holding himself in place. He levered back and pulled almost all the way out. He hesitated with only the crown of his erection inside Spike’s body, waiting. The vampire stayed still as long as he could, then threw his head back and begged, "Please, Xan – fuck me, please. Need you, want you. Now, please!" Xander slammed himself into Spike and began pistoning in and out roughly. He heard someone chanting, "yes, yes," and it took him a moment to realize that it was his own voice, marking the cadence to which he was fucking his lover, his vampire. Knowing he wouldn’t last long, he leaned over Spike’s back and reached for the vampire’s erection, wanting them to come together.

His hand was brushed away, and Spike growled, "I’ll do it – you – focus – keep fucking – just – like – that!" The last word turned into a loud groan as Xander’s change of angle sent the head of his cock smashing into Spike’s prostate. He did as he was told and kept fucking. Xander wanted to slow down, wanted to make it last, wanted … everything all at once. But the unerring rhythm, the sheer tightness of Spike’s body, the exhilaration of doing this forbidden, kinky, slightly unbelievable thing all spiraled together to blindside him with the most powerful orgasm of his life. He slammed into Spike one last time and held there as he shot pulse after pulse into the vampire’s body. Spike followed him into oblivion within seconds, the flutters and tremors of the vampire’s orgasm drawing his own out impossibly.

Finally it was over, and Xander fell onto his side, carrying Spike with him and spooning the cool body against his front. His cock was still inside, and he was unwilling to give up the bond between them. Spike also seemed disinclined to separate; lying in a happy stupor, feeling Xander’s breath heaving in and out over his shoulder and his warm lips kissing his neck and shoulder. Finally, he spoke; "How’s that repertoire now, pet?" Xander thought for a moment, and then laid a small, soft kiss just below Spike’s ear. "Expanded," he replied.

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