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Spike was staring at him. Blue eyes glittered and went still, intent.
Spike was grinding against him?
"What are you--?" he tried to ask, and shook his head. Okay, that was obvious, and not really the right question at all.
Spike was staring at him, and he almost looked--worried?
Xander felt his hard-on throbbing, could almost count the pulses of blood as they traveled up and down his shaft. He rubbed against Spike. Not that it helped; in fact, it kind of made it worse. But better, too, as Spike thrust up against him again, biting his lip. But he still looked worried. Xander closed his hand around Spike's shirt, pulling him up with him until they were kneeling together, legs entangled, and thrusting. Gripping Spike's shirt, pressing back against his hand, Xander kissed him again. He ran his tongue over Spike's teeth, worrying open his mouth, until their mouths were mashed together, grinding as hard as their hips.
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Spike squeezed Xander's ass and ran his other hand up under his shirt, finding a nipple and twisting it between thumb and forefinger. Xander groaned in his mouth, bucking. //Likes that, eh? Thought so.// Flashing back to too many nights, tied to a chair, waiting until Xander thought he was asleep. Vampires can go very still when they need to, especially when there's a nice pretty human sprawled out in the dark, one hand wandering to an incipient hard-on, the other pinching his own nipple. Xander controlling his breath //don't wake up the vamp...oh, already did// and rubbing faster; skin on skin, yummy hot scent rising off him, and these fucking ropes are not helping. Can't move his arms, but loose enough around his legs that he can shift a little so his jeans rub on his cock //not good enough, not bloody good enough// and when Xander comes with a sigh into his hand, Spike sighs too.
He dug a nail into Xander's hard nipple, and Xander sucked Spike's tongue into his mouth, desperately, moaning against him. The vibrations went straight to Spike's cock, and he pushed again. Dropped his hand down Xander's stomach and got a complaining groan for his efforts. //'Sokay, you'll feel better in a minute.// Fumbled at the zipper on Xander's khakis and tugged. The hard cock sprang out, slapping his hand, and Spike gripped and pulled. So hot against his hand, Xander's whole body hot against him, frying him like one ray of morning sun.
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Cool mouth, cool body, everything pressing against him. Warmer than the air around them and the dewy grass underneath, but just.
Xander broke the kiss, pulling back just enough to look at Spike, shining, icy, before him. His cock thrummed in Spike's hand and he leaned back in, licking the tendon standing taut on Spike's throat. Not as cold as ice cream, something finer; sorbet? Soft and cool skin over something tight. Felt Spike's hardness pressing against his thigh, and trailed a hand over the lump as Spike dropped his head. Xander leaned back a little, let Spike's mouth find his other nipple through his shirt. Sucking at it as Xander sucked the back of Spike's neck, below the hairline, between the two tendons disappearing into his shirt. He clenched Spike's cock through his jeans and rubbed, the rough denim frictioning his palm as Spike worked his hand in his ass. Xander felt the nail against his pucker, and he was gasping, blindly trying to open Spike's fly, not sure he was going to make it in time.
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//That's it, forget the button. No time, pet.// Xander slid his hand into Spike's open fly, tugging the hard cock out, scraping it on the teeth of the zipper. Precum wept from the head and he felt Xander rubbing it back into the slit with the side of his thumb. Rough, hot thumb. //Fuck, no time.// He growled against Xander's nipple, biting and sucking and pressing his finger against the pucker, then pushing as it fluttered open for a second, yanking Xander's cock, his own getting tugged from the roots.
Spike kissed Xander again, shrieking silently into his mouth as time vanished.
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And Xander was coming, falling against Spike, arching at the knuckle up his ass and grinding into the warming hand. Just as he felt shoots of cool cum in his own hand, against his stomach.
Still kissing that open mouth, rubbing himself into his own cum, still half-hard, until breathing had to become an option, and he rolled off--flash of bronze eyes, fang tugging at his bottom lip--and sprawled.
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Xander lay beside him, sweat plastering his dark hair to his forehead, chest heaving, and Spike felt his face smooth back out as he tucked his limp cock back in his pants and fumbled in the duster for the crushed pack of cigarettes. He lit one, tasting the acrid smoke mixing with sweet Xander spit, and rolled on his side, pressing up against the boy.
"You were saying?" Traced the trickle of blood on Xander's lip with his finger, wiping it away.
"Gah."
Spike chuckled, hooking a leg over Xander's. "Erm?" he asked, pulling Xander's shirt back down over the sticky cum. Sucked on his finger, tasting sweet cum and rich blood. "You had a question, mate?"
Xander opened and closed his mouth. Shook his head. "Fast," he muttered, frowning. "Came too--"
Xander turned his head, and that Look was back. The studious one, despite the fuck-glazed, dilated eyes.
"Been a while, has it?" Spike said.
Xander smiled slowly, almost smugly. "Actually, a couple hours."
Spike lay on his back, one leg over Xander's, smoking. Sucked the fag down to the filter before he spoke. "Right, ex-demon. Smelled her on you, you know."
"I took a shower!"
Spike lit another and squinted through the smoke at the sky. "Yeah, smelled that, too. Been getting into Niblet's Body Shop crap again?"
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Xander stared at the hard line of Spike's jaw, like a desert bone against the dark, willing him to look back.
"Again?" he asked. "How would you know?"
Spike smoked slowly. "Heightened senses and all that. You know that."
Xander closed his eyes and reached out, resting his palm, fingers splayed, on Spike's stomach. Felt the vampire tremble for a moment, then heard a quick exhale of smoke. "Not what I meant. Again? You've smelled me-- Before?"
Spike tensed under his hand, his abs tightening. "Bloody well lived with you, didn't I?"
"Spike, look at me." Xander opened his eyes, rolling on his side and pressing his chin into Spike's forearm. Spike looked almost tired. "Look at me."
Finally Spike turned his head, just a bit, and stared at him.
"Before today, it'd been over a year. Since I--Today was a goodbye. A one more time?" He was protesting to Spike? Justifying sleeping with Anya again? Excusing himself to Spike? And he would be doing that why?
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Xander was begging him, but Spike wasn't sure for what. The catch in his voice, though, and the big brown eyes that refused to blink, they were begging. He shook off the urge to push the pup away, say something that would cut the voice dead and make the eyes go all hooded and haunted again. //Okay, soul, let's see what you've got.//
"Right. You were saying? Complaining about being a little quick on the draw, I think?"
Xander smiled again, and Spike felt his jaw unclench. He hadn't known it *was* clenched, but there it was, relaxing.
"Seem to recall another fast shooter," Xander said, slipping his hand back over Spike's crotch.
"But I wasn't complaining, was I?" //Were so,// the soul said. //Just hadn't gotten it out yet.//
"Actually, I was talking about smelling. Again?" Xander's lids dropped as he rubbed Spike's cock again, and Spike fought the urge to buck against him.
"And I was saying I wasn't complaining." Soul or not, Spike wasn't about to lose an argument.
"So we're at an impasse."
"So it would appear." He lost the fight, and raised his hips a little as Xander pressed his hand down. His cock was twitching back into hardness again.
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//Nice vampire. Pretty white vampire I'm making hard. Again.//
Xander kissed Spike's jaw lightly, cool sweat like dew on the skin. "Spike?"
"Erm?"
"Were you jealous?" He got the button open this time, and slid his hand into the cool recesses of Spike's jeans. Tight fit, but that was the point, right?
He trailed his mouth over to an ear and nibbled, hearing Spike growl lightly, deep in his throat.
"Demon bait, aren't you?"
"Yeah," Xander sighed, running two fingers over Spike's tightening balls. "Pretty much."
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//Crap. Not jealous. Just--disappointed. But not jealous.// //Were so.// And the soul was five fucking years old? This was the best it had?
Xander was sucking on the hollow behind Spike's earlobe, and stroking him hard again. Spike rolled over, cupping Xander's ass, soaked with early dew. Xander arched under his hand and squeezed Spike's cock.
"Pet?" he asked against Xander's chest. He cleared his throat and tipped his head up. "Er, Xan?"
"Wha?" Warm lips on his eyebrow, tongue teasing the century-old scar that still hurt.
"Should get inside."
"Don' wanna." Xander's thumb circled Spike's cockhead, milking out the precum.
"Inside, Xan." Spike licked the center of Xander's lip and slapped him hard on the ass. All he got was a moan. Not exactly the response he was looking for. "C'mon, up." Spanked again, but Xander just ground against him.
"Stay outside?" Big brown eyes on him, begging again.
"Sun'll be up." Spike kneeled and pulled Xander up with him. Tipped his forehead against Xander's. "Inside. And no sleeping, not for awhile."
