Part 3

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"Face the wall, Xander." Spike’s voice was low and steely. Xander complied instantly, spreading his legs and placing his hands on the wall. They had rolled out of bed and cleaned up, then headed to the kitchen for a snack. Xander wolfed down two Pop Tarts, and Spike was halfway through a mug of blood when desire had sparked between them again. Neither could pinpoint a cause, but one moment they were sitting in companionable silence, and the next they were tangled together in one chair, kissing wildly. The truth was – they didn’t really care.

Xander shuddered as Spike trailed kisses and bites down his back, while his hands curved around the front of the human’s body to tease his nipples and stroke him into full hardness. Suddenly, there were warm, wet fingers at his entrance. Xander tried very hard to not think about the fact that he was being lubricated and stretched with microwaved pig’s blood. That thought flew out of his head as Spike began to carefully prepare him, gently working his fingers in and out of the human’s hot, tight passage. Xander spread his legs further and bent slightly at the waist so he could thrust back onto the fingers inside him. Spike continued licking, sucking and biting at his neck and shoulders as he worked his fingers into Xander, stopping periodically to dip his hand into the bloody mug.

Finally, Spike pulled his fingers out and replaced them with the head of his cock. "It’s gonna hurt a little at first, Xan – just try to relax. I promise I’ll make it good for you," he assured the human. Xander turned to look over his shoulder and caught the vampire’s sparkling blue eyes. "I know, Spike. I trust you," he said, and his steady stare and earnest voice nearly made Spike lose control on the spot. Xander turned back to the wall and rested his forehead on it, waiting. Spike looked down at his blood-covered erection and gently pressed forward, breaching the relaxed ring of muscle, and then meeting resistance.

They both hissed, but Spike didn’t let up on the gentle pressure. Xander felt something inside him give, and then felt himself stretched impossibly wide as his lover entered him. He smothered a shout against the wall and Spike stopped moving. "You OK, love?" the vampire asked. "It … hurts, but it’s…good, too," Xander panted. "Bear down against me, Xan," Spike instructed. Xander complied, and groaned as his action caused the vampire’s cock to slide deeper into his body. The feeling was incredible; pleasure and pain mingled until Xander couldn’t tell where either sensation began or ended. One last thrust, and Spike’s chest was sealed against his back, his crisp pubic hair brushing Xander’s ass.

Spike held himself perfectly still. He didn’t want to move, didn’t want to stop feeling the incredible heat that surrounded his throbbing cock. Xander’s body was tighter and hotter than anything he’d ever experienced; he wanted to speak, to say something to tell the human how he felt, but no words could get past the breathy moans that were torn from his throat. It was all he could do to let his hands slide down the taut contours of Xander’s arms to where his hands were splayed on the wall, linking their fingers and squeezing. Xander curled his shaking fingers over Spike’s and held on.

The pain eased, and Xander was ready for Spike to move within him. He remembered their earlier coupling, and clenched his internal muscles experimentally. Spike groaned his name. Xander clenched harder and was rewarded when the vampire untangled their hands, grabbed his hips and began thrusting in and out of his willing body. Xander was sure that he was going to fall, but just before his knees buckled he felt a hard arm around his waist. He sagged and allowed the vampire to hold him up. He moaned and howled into the wall as his brain tried to keep up with the rush of sensation as he was emptied and filled over and over.

Spike slammed himself into Xander with abandon, barely able to control himself enough to avoid hurting his lover. He was in full game face, snarling and growling as he lost himself in Xander’s incredible heat. Finally, he came with a roar, pressing Xander into the wall as he flooded the human’s insides with his cool release. Spike caught his breath for a second, and then spun Xander easily. He pinned the human to the wall, dropped to his knees and engulfed his still-hard cock in a single, supple motion.

Xander leaned bonelessly against the wall and brought shaky hands up to twine into Spike’s blond curls. He looked down and realized that his cock was sliding rapidly in and out of a mouth wreathed in fangs, and that Spike’s feral, golden eyes were boring into his. When Xander’s fingers began tracing his brow ridges, Spike’s eyes rolled back in his head and he increased the suction on Xander’s cock, taking it all the way into his throat. Xander’s brain rapidly flashed through the sensations of the suction on his cock, the impossibly soft skin over the hard ridges on Spike’s face, the wild pounding of his heart, the slick feel of Spike’s come running down the backs of his thighs and his building orgasm until his entire awareness centered on the tightening of his balls.

With a high-pitched noise, he emptied himself into Spike’s mouth and slumped against the wall. He barely moved when Spike stood and gathered the limp human to him, carrying them both back to the bedroom and rolling them onto the bed. The vampire pulled the blankets around them, and Xander drifted off to sleep surrounded by cool hard arms, with gentle kisses dusting his face.

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Xander raced around the apartment, frantically cleaning and straightening. Buffy had ambushed him at work with a fully-formed plan for "Scooby Movie Night" at his house at 8:00 pm. He’d wanted desperately to protest, in light of the fact that he’d left a naked, sated vampire curled up in his bed after a rousing wake-up blow job; but she was so excited that he didn’t have the heart. Luckily, the day had gone well and he was able to leave the site at 4:00. As predicted, Spike was less than happy that he had to get up before dark. He’d come awake growling and grumbling, but had relented when Xander fought dirty and pouted at him.

Xander wondered what the hell he’d been thinking when he’d shoved the vampire out the door minutes after sunset armed with his wallet and car keys to buy snacks and rent movies from the approved list Buffy had thoughtfully provided. He was well into a panic attack when he heard keys in the door. If Spike was surprised to be greeted with a forceful hug and kiss, he made no mention of it, merely smiling and heading to the kitchen with his burden of bags. Xander followed, immediately poking around to see what Spike had brought. Once the junk food was all put away and the movies shuffled to the side, Spike reached for a bag he’d surreptitiously hidden in the seat of one of the chairs.

"Drop your pants and bend over the chair, love," he instructed in what Xander had come to think of as his "Master" voice. The human hesitated for a bare second, but it was long enough for one of the vampire’s hands to shoot out and smack him hard on the ass. Xander spun and did as he was told, pulling down his pants and boxers and bending over the kitchen chair. He groaned as a slick finger breached his asshole and he was roughly stretched for a moment. Spike pulled out and Xander could hear him doing – something – and then he felt something cold and slick at his entrance. With a twisting motion, Spike settled a small silicone butt plug into Xander’s hole, and then pulled up the human’s pants and boxers. Turning, he left the room.

Xander stayed over the chair for a moment, gasping at the feel of the plug stretching him open. It wasn’t very big, much smaller than Spike’s cock, but it was long enough to brush against his prostate, sending tingles throughout his body. He wondered if Spike meant for him to wear it the entire evening, and if he would ever be able to even squeak out one word if he did. Finally, he straightened and zipped up, still adjusting to the sensations inside.

Spike returned to the kitchen, wearing his black jeans and one of Xander’s white undershirts and an evil grin. "Go put on the gear on the bed," he said. Xander walked into the bedroom in a daze, terrified of what he might find. He breathed a sigh of relief when he recognized a pair of his loose jean shorts and a plain, emerald green tee shirt. There was no underwear in the pile of clothes, so he stripped off and put on the shorts and tee. The shirt was tighter than he usually wore and emphasized the contours of his chest and abdomen. The shorts fit closely at the waist but were baggier in the hips and legs. He tucked the shirt in and found a belt. Remaining barefoot, he returned to the living room just as the doorbell rang.

He trotted carefully over to the door and admitted Buffy, Willow, Dawn and Giles. The Watcher was subdued, but the girls chattered happily, explaining that Faith and Principal Wood were staying with the potentials. They had brought more snack food and ice cream, and explained that pizza was on the way. Willow carried their offerings into the kitchen and came back with a heavily laden Spike following her. Xander was surprised and happy that no one questioned the vampire’s presence. The girls started setting out the snacks and drinks, while the three men hung back a little. Xander caught Giles and Spike exchanging a series of looks that he couldn’t read.

Giles cleared his throat and asked if he could speak to Spike privately. They stepped into the kitchen and returned shortly, minus the palpable tension that had been between them. Xander raised an eyebrow at Spike, who gave him a small smile in return. The doorbell rang again, and Giles went to retrieve the pizza. "What was that all about?" Xander whispered to Spike. "Watcher apologized," Spike said, with a slightly disbelieving shake of his head. They shared another small smile, and then went to join the others.

The girls chattered happily over pizza, with the men laughingly fitting in a rare word edge-wise. After dinner, Xander and Spike cleared the trash while Giles got beverages for everyone and the girls set about making comfortable movie-watching nests on the floor with pillows and blankets. Giles settled in the chair with a throw blanket over his lap and three bottles of English stout lined up on the table at his side. Xander opened the back door and set the trash bag into the can on the stoop. As he turned to go back inside, Spike slipped out the door and kissed him. Xander pulled the cool, hard body close and kissed Spike back with abandon.

Spike broke the kiss and turned Xander so that the human’s chest was pressed against the door, pinning his hands to the frame with his own. He raised one knee between Xander’s legs, pressing the flat of his thigh against the silicone button of the plug that protruded slightly from the human’s body. He moved his leg back and forth; drawing gasps and shudders from Xander as his prostate was stimulated. Spike leaned in, hooking his chin over the human’s shoulder. "When we go inside, go to the bathroom and remove the plug, then come sit next to me on the couch," he whispered. Xander gasped, "Yes, Spike," and sagged against the door as the vampire stepped back.

Spike pulled Xander to his feet and hugged him close, licking a long, wet line from his collarbone to his ear and grinning when the human groaned brokenly and tightened his arms convulsively around his body. They separated reluctantly and returned to the apartment. Xander went directly to the bathroom and dropped his shorts. Leaning over, he grasped the base of the plug and pulled it out, stifling a moan as he did so. He pulled his shorts back on and adjusted his hard-on. He left his shirt untucked to try and hide the bulge. After stowing the plug in the drawer of the bed table he returned to the living room, relieved to find that the lights had been turned off and the movie was just starting.

"Yeah, that was fun, Slayer. Remind me that you never get to pick the movie again. I felt like a right git renting ‘Pretty Woman’ and ‘Shakespeare In Love’," Spike groused. Buffy, Willow and Dawn laughed from where they were curled together on the floor; the older girls were sharing a bottle of wine while Dawn settled for a soda. Xander slipped onto the couch next to Spike, who handed him a beer. For the first half of the movie the men ridiculed Richard Gere and ate snacks while the women shushed them and stole their snacks. Eventually, the story drew all of them in. Spike reached over and pushed Xander’s shoulder and the human allowed himself to be arranged with his head at the end of the couch lying on his side.

Spike draped the blanket from the back of the sofa over Xander and his own lap. A moment later Xander jumped as he felt a cool hand steal up his leg and into his shorts. He bit the inside of his cheek to stop himself from gasping when Spike’s fingers caressed his balls. Xander drew one knee up to give the vampire better access. He had to fake a cough to smother a groan when Spike slid one long finger into his lubricated and stretched hole. Xander fought to keep his eyes open and his attention on the movie as a second finger joined the first and twisted to scrape across his sensitive prostate. He turned his head to look at Spike, who was calmly watching the movie and drinking a beer as if he weren’t finger-fucking Xander into oblivion under the shield of the blanket.

By the time Richard Gere was climbing the fire escape to declare his undying love to Julia Roberts, Xander was in a painful state of arousal and had three cool vampire fingers wedged tightly in his ass. Spike pulled out and casually went to the kitchen for more beer while the girls sleepily discussed the merits of going home versus watching the other movie. Sleepiness won out and they decided to leave. Xander managed to get his hard-on to recede enough to hug the girls goodbye, and Giles began herding them to the door. Buffy stopped to ask Spike if he was going with them. Xander looked over to where the vampire lounged coolly in the doorway between the kitchen and the living room.

"Not just yet, Slayer," the vampire drawled. "I feel like a spot of patrol before I turn in for the day. I’ll be in before the sun’s up, not to worry." Xander walked them to the door. As soon as it was shut behind them, he found himself being flung back onto the sofa. Spike leaped on top of him and wrestled Xander’s and his own clothes off. He flipped them over so that Xander was straddling his lap and steadied his erection with one hand. Xander swiftly impaled himself on Spike’s cock and brought their mouths together in a frantic kiss. Their coupling had no sweetness or softness in it – both the kiss and the fucking were intense and rough. Spike wrapped his hand around Xander’s erection and worked it with hard strokes. Xander’s release spilled over the vampire’s hand just as Spike exploded inside him.

They stayed where they were, forehead to forehead, eyes locked, panting for a long time. Xander raised one hand to brush Spike’s hair back. "You’re pretty incredible, you know?" he said. Spike smiled into his eyes. "You inspire me, pet. Shower? Bed?" Xander nodded and stood, groaning as Spike’s softened cock slipped out of him. They supported each other as they stumbled tiredly toward the bathroom.

In the hours before dawn, Spike held Xander against his chest and watched the mortal sleep, wondering what was to be. He lost himself in the infinitely interesting minutiae of cataloguing the sensations of his fingers carding through thick sable hair and across warm skin; the gentle brush of breath across his chest; the deep contentment of holding this boy, this man in his arms. Whatever the sunrise brought, he was sure that he’d not forget these stolen hours in the sheltered lee of the looming apocalypse. As dawn approached, he reluctantly disentangled himself and dressed silently. Sitting on the side of the bed, he shook Xander gently awake. "Have to go, love – it’s almost light," he whispered. A warm hand came up to cup his cheek, and Spike leaned into the contact. "M’kay," Xander murmured, "See you tonight?" Spike nodded and kissed Xander’s palm. "Tonight," he agreed.

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End of Part Three