The silence of the apartment began to grate on Spike’s nerves. He’d been living with Xander for three months, and in that time nothing had happened. Nothing. They didn’t even sleep in the same bed, for pity’s sake. This was not the deal Spike signed up for when he agreed to move in with Xander. He’d thought the boy liked him. To his way of thinking that meant booze, blood, and the occasional shag. Apparently, he was wrong. And he could deal with wrong, but this? This was soddin boring! He laid his head back on the back of the sofa, looking at Xander sitting behind him at the table, reading. And when did the boy friggin read? That was the last straw!

“You know? We should do something tonight.”

Xander swivelled around to gaze questioning at Spike. “Why? What’s the occasion?”

“Don’t have to be an occasion, does there? Just think we should go out. Shoot some pool, have a couple of beers. I don’t know. Do the guy thing.”

“And run into Buffy, who is not at all comfortable with the the fact that you live here. Again. You wanna get yourself staked?”

“What? I should stay cooped up in this apartment with you forever?”

“No, but do you really want to face Buffy? I love her and all, but she’s pretty tough on you most of the time, and tonight? I just want a quiet evening with my vamp. If you don’t mind.”

“I don’t mind an evening with you, pet. Hell, I’m still here, ain’t I?” Spike spoke up, reassuring, then ruined the effect with a grumbled, “Just tired of them being quiet ones, is all.”

Hearing the petulance in Spike's quiet words, Xander quirked an eyebrow at his roomie. Sensing Spike's boredom and dread at another quiet night spent, Xander rose from his place at the table behind Spike and snuck up to him. The vampire started when he felt two soft, heated lips press against his neck.

“Hey! What are you doin?’ He jerked around, the words spilling out before he got a look Xander’s face.

Xander stalked around Spike, and draping one leg over his vampire’s lap, he settled into a deep, satisfying, sexual kiss. Spike joined in enthusiastically, just getting into the moment when Xander pulled away from him. Heavy lidded, honey brown eyes met wide, dilated blue one, and Xander whispered, “I never said it had to be quiet, now, did I?”

Spike grinned, an evil, I’ve-finally-got-him grin that Xander tried his best to wipe off of his beautiful face.

Without breaking the kiss, (because it was getting really hot, even for Spike, and if he weren’t careful, he’d find himself panting and giving away all his secrets in less than a second) Spike stood up, wrapped Xander’s legs around his waist and carted them both off to the bedroom. He slammed the door shut with a kick, and tossed a surprised Xander down on the bed.

“Lovely beginning pet, but what do ya have planned for the rest of the show?”

Xander smirked and rolled to the edge of the bed. He stood slowly, peeling off his jeans and t-shirt. With a haphazard toss, they landed somewhere in the corner of the room. Naked, Xander turned to the dresser and eyed the pillar candle he’d lit earlier. Sliding his eyes back to Spike, he picked up the candle, cocked an eyebrow, and nodded at the bed. “Lay down, Spike.”

“Umm. You do know that fire is not sexy to a vampire? Considering we go up like roman candles on Guy Fawkes’ day?” Spike eyed the flickering flame warily.

“Not gonna burn you Spike.” Xander grinned, then tossed an evil leer at Spike’s wondering face. “Not much anyway. Besides, I think you might like this.”

“Pet. I’m only lying here because, with you naked, I lack the strength to stand. And, umm. That glare in your eyes is so fuckin hot, luv. I’d burn for you any day.” He kept a watchful eye on the candle and Xander, flickering his gaze between the two, as he stripped his clothes off and lay down on the bed.

Xander stalked over to the bed, hissing as a single drop of paraffin rolled onto the fingers grasping the candle. When he reached the edge of the bed, he gave Spike a wink and a smile and turned the candle over, dripping the hot paraffin over Spike’s naked chest. He grinned in satisfaction when spike nearly howled with arousal. Fascinated by the play of muscles under the skin, Xander dipped the candle lower, watching as Spike’s flesh seemed to dance in an effort to avoid the rapidly cooling heat of the melted wax.

He felt Spike’s hand on his own, trying to turn the candle back up to keep the wax off of him. “Oh. I forgot.” Xander rose, and placed the candle on the nightstand while he retrieved the silk ties he’d purchased the night before. Oh yeah. He’d planned this one well.

Spike wondered idly what new tricks Xander had got up to, but he didn’t have to wonder when the cobalt blue silk ropes dangled loosely from Xander’s hands. “Oh yeah,” he sighed as he stretched himself out and lifted his hands to the rails of the headboard. “You gonna tie me up, pet? Knew that was a kink of yours.”

Xander’s smile grew when he felt Spike’s arousal and heard the desire in the vampire’s capitulation. He reached for Spike’s hands, kissing every finger on each hand before he tied it to the frame of the bed. Spike’s eyes were almost black with desire, his voice rough, “Ah, god Xander. Don’t tease me, boy!” He watched in dismay as Xander turned away from him, then sighed in relief when he saw that the candle was coming back into play.

“So. What part first, Spike?” Xander turned the candle over a little, not enough to actually let the wax escape, but enough to have Spike’s body tightly wound in fearful anticipation. “I’m thinking, right....Here.” Spike felt the hot wax coat his left nipple. He hissed in pained pleasure, and arched his body away from the heat. Xander just pushed him back down, flat on the bed. He then coated the other nipple with the hot liquid. Watching the pale flesh jump, Xander leaned down and blew cool air across both heated wax-covered nipples, and Spike screamed in lustful agony. The wax tightened painfully as it cooled and forced the vampire’s nipples into sharp hardness.

Xander laughed, satisfied. “God, Spike. Do you have any idea how fuckin sexy you are like this?” He turned the candle over again and trailed the wax in a thin line down Spike’s stomach, blowing on it as he followed its trail. Spike’s stomach muscles were quivering in an effort to escape the exquisite torture. When they contracted to form a dip in the perfect abs, Xander poured a generous puddle of the wax, then spread it around Spike’s skin with the fingers of his free hand. Spike just wimpered in frustration.

“Xander. Don’t know..what..Need you.”

“What do you need?” He tipped the candle and dripped wax onto Spike’s pubic region, not hitting the cock, but encasing the springy hair there in hot wax.

“Ahhhh!” A hissed intake of breath. “You. Your mouth, your body. Your heat.”

“Say please.” He blew softly on the semi erect cock, instantly cooling the liquid drizzling through the hair there.

“Jesus boy!” Spike’s hips arched fully off the bed, cock entirely hard and throbbing now. “Can’t think. Just, please!”

Xander smiled that soft, sexy smile that Spike likes so much, then blew out the candle, dropping the last bit of wax onto the super sensitive area where Spike’s legs met his hips, the taking the fully erect cock into his mouth just as Spike came with a hoarse shout.

“Oh god.” Spike panted, and Xander preened, pleased at making his vamp lose control in such a way as to make him breath. He let the softening member slide slowly from his mouth, trailing his tongue along the underside, knowing it wouldn’t be long before he could be riding his lover, filled with the feeling of Spike inside him.

Spike pulled at the silk ties, his arms regaining their strength after the mindblowing orgasm. His blue eyes turned gold as he heard the fabric give and he snatched Xander up by his armpits, pulling the larger man on top of him, reaching greedily for the mouth that had just caught his seed. Delving deeply into the hot recesses of Xander’s mouth, Spike’s tongue sought out every trace of himself; the combination of his taste and Xander’s intoxicating. Finally, he pulled back, allowing Xander to breathe a little.

Xander looked up in question. “So. Umm. Did you enjoy that?”

Spike nodded.

“You gonna say anything about it? Like comment on my prowess or some such.”

Spike shook his head.

“Then what are you gonna do?”

Spike grinned, and Xander prepared himself, because he knew he was about to lose all the breath he had just caught.

“I’m gonna fuck you, pet. Fuck you till you can’t think of anything but me and my cock inside you. Baby, you’ll even forget your own name. Fuck you so hard that for the next week, you’ll think of me every time you sit down and your ass twinges.”

“Fuck me!” the whispered exclamation escaped before Xander could stop it.

“Exactly pet. Now,” He grabbed Xander around the waist, and hauled him over onto his stomach. “Turn over. On your knees.”

“But I want to see you.”

“Next time.” Spike grunted, almost beyond thought, as he slicked up his fingers with the lube Xander kept in the night stand. “And there will be a next time, pet. But first...” He circled Xander’s hole with one finger, sliding it in when Xander’s muscles unconsciously beckoned him in by twitching. “Oh yeah. Such a responsive boy, you are, Xander.” He slid another finger in, stretching Xander out, making him ready.

Xander wimpered at the new intrusion into his body. It felt so exquisitely torturous. A pleasure pain like none he’d ever felt. He felt stretched, plundered, prepared. He wanted Spike now. “God, Spike, now. Don’t make me wait anymore. Need you in me now!” He reached back and grabbed Spike by the hips, trying to force the vampire inside him.

Spike laughed, then leaned over to kiss Xander’s back. “Can't deny you anything, can I?” and he slid home, easing his way into that hot tight channel, before pausing to let Xander get used to him. He caressed the soft skin of Xander’s hips, trying to sooth the boy, but when he felt Xander thrust back onto him, voracious in his attempt to impale himself on Spike, Spike let loose, slamming into Xander’s warmth harder and longer and faster, dragging Xander’s moans out until they ceased to be separated by breaths.

A keening wail rose up into the air and Xander was shocked to realize it was his voice. He rocked himself back onto Spike, thrusting and grasping in time with Spike’s rhythm. The world receded, and Xander saw blackness envelope him just before his balls drew up and he came. He came so hard, he felt like his heart had stopped, but noticed that Spike was still moving, thrusting slowly into Xander, giving him time to recover, petting his back and flanks. Xander laughed when he heard Spike’s murmured endearments.

“God, Xan, you’re so hot around me, so smooth. Feels so good. I just wanna stay here, wrapped up in your heat.” Spike withdrew and slid slowly, teasingly, back into Xander, causing the boy to moan at the delicious sensation. “I wanna hear you come for me again, luv. Scream my name.” He pulled out again and stopped, keeping just the head inside Xander.

Xander tried to push back against him and pull him back inside, but Spike held his hips hard, bruisingly. “Please.” He panted, tossing his head back and arching his back, trying to get some relief from the exquisite pain of emptiness. “Spike, need you.”

“I know.” Spike slid in an inch, reaching up to scrape his nails down Xander’s spine, leaving angry red marks down the boy’s back. He heard Xander’s hissed breath and felt the back beneath him arch into the caress. “You like that, pet? A little pain to let you know I’m still here?”

“Yes.” the whispered response forced Spike to lean down to hear it, causing his cock to slide just a little deeper into Xander. He felt Xander shiver in ecstacy. Reaching around, he grasped Xander’s semi-erect cock and lightly trailed a nail down the sensitive underside.

“Oh god, yes.” Xander thrust into the touch of Spike’s hand. “Feels so good, Spike.” He reared up, reaching behind him to grasp Spike’s head and turned to kiss him, devouring Spike’s tongue as it intruded his mouth. When he felt Spike’s hand leave his hip to travel up and grasp his chin, holding him in place, Xander thrust hard back onto Spike’s cock.

Spike broke the kiss and howled his delight at being embedded in his boy. “Fuck yeah!” Gold eyes gazed deeply into brown just before Spike grabbed Xander’s neck and forced him back down to the bed. He thrust into the boy hard. The slap of skin on skin arousing both of them beyond coherence.

Meeting his vampire thrust for thrust, Xander lost track of the world again. He felt a cool hand slide around and take hold of him, sliding in time to the rhythm of their fucking. All he could feel was arousal: his and Spike’s. The violence of it over took him. He ceased to be Xander, becoming only flesh and nerves and pulsing blood. A body waiting to be stretched and broken and put back together again. He felt Spike behind him, the only thing real to him besides his own nerves. He heard a name, “Xander,” and some words whispered frantically, “God yes. Please. Harder, fuck me, harder,” but couldn’t tell who said them. All he knew was “Spike. Spike. Spike.” A mantra in his head, sounding like a heartbeat, but getting faster. His body tightened and he was reduced further to nothing but sensation. Flesh receded, blood paused in his veins, all he knew was touch, smell, and a voice screaming in his ear. “Oh yes!” and the he exploded.

He awoke an hour or minutes later.

“Spike?”

“Hmmm, pet?” Xander felt lips moving on his spine.

“Am I dead? Did you kill me?”

“No.” A tongue tickled his neck, licking off sweat.

“Who am I?”

“Xander.” Xander heard the awed whisper and shivered.

“I forgot for a minute.” He tried to turn over but found he was still filled by Spike.

“Told you.” Spike slid out slowly, and Xander felt bereft, until he turned over onto his back.

“But I remembered you. Spike. My Spike. Glorious, beautiful and so damn sexy, filling me. I think I became you.”

“I forgot myself too, Xander.” Spiked stretched out over Xander, kissing the beautiful bronze skin beneath him, tasting more of Xander’s sweat that had somehow become an elixir.

“Did you like the candle?”

“Umm, yeah. Thought that was kind of obvious.”

“Good.”

Spike glanced up into Xander’s eyes, but they were closed. A blissful smile gracing the dark features. “Pet? Next time, I say we get handcuffs.”

Xander’s eyes popped open, and Spike laughed aloud at the eager anticipation in them.

Finis