"Ssspppiiikkkkeeeee. . . ." I hissed. "Stop teasing. . ."

He was driving me crazy. His rock hard cock was pressed against my thigh, he was running his fingers up and down my spine, and he was licking my neck, where he bit me. My back was rippling from his touch. It was strangely erotic; his fingers were so cold, searing through my heated flesh. I never knew that my spine was such an erogenous zone. Every time his fingers would dance against the base of my spine, I would arch my hips against him, pressing my semi-hard dick against his thigh.

We were on our sides, facing each other. He had his arms wrapped around me, holding me close, teasing me to the brink of ecstasy. I wanted him. Oh, god, I wanted him. I wanted to taste him, fuck him, be fucked by him, dig my nails in his skin, make him bleed, watch his yellow eyes devour me like I was meat. . .Any experience I could have with this vampire, I wanted.

I felt like I was addicted. I couldn't get enough of his hands on me. I didn't know if it was because I was 20, or because of the past/future time spell, or if it was just because it was Spike. I hoped it was the latter. I wouldn't be 20 for the rest of my life, and I was sure I'd make it home eventually.

However, I was starting to wonder why I really wanted to go home. . .

What did I have in Sunnydale that I couldn't have here? Well, I *did* have Anya, but somehow, I didn't think that Anya would ever make me feel as good as Spike did. I was certain that when I got home, it would be all I could do not to attack the blonde and beg him to fuck me for all he was worth. Willow was here with me. I could stay here. It wouldn't be a problem. I wasn't in school. . .

And did Buffy *really* need us? She was the Slayer, and she had Riley. . .how much had we really helped this year? I was always with Anya. Oh, but. . .damn. Who would Giles have to call him to tell him to turn on the television because something horrible was happening? Yea, apply a generous amount of sarcasm to that last line. I found myself wanting to stay.

"I want to shag you, pet," Spike's husky voice whispered in my ear.

I blinked at him, a slight fear entering my veins. "F. . .Fuck me? As in. . .you know. . .your dick, my ass? That kind of fuck me?" Ok, that was a terrifying thought. I was definitely a virgin there, and I didn't know if I could handle the. . .pain.

"Don't worry, pet, it won't hurt once you get used to it," he purred.

"I. . ." I stammered. "I don't know, I've never. . . and I don't know if. . ."

His face hardened. That was a look I was familiar with. "We won't if you don't want to. . ." He sat up, starting to pull away from me.

I sat up and grabbed his shoulder, more terrified of him leaving me than of him fucking me. "No," I begged. "Don't leave me. I will, just. . .be gentle. I know you can. . ."

He turned back to me, his face a smile once again. I decided I liked him a lot better when he was smiling, instead of scowling. He stroked my cheek, his lips inches from mine. His blue eyes danced with joy. "I'll be so gentle, pet, you'll be begging me to fuck you harder."

I closed my eyes and leaned forward, pressing my lips against his. We hadn' t really kissed yet. That amused me, that he'd already sucked my dick, but we hadn't kissed. His lips parted and his tongue shot out, brushing against my lips, urging mine to open. I opened my mouth, my tongue slipping out on its own accord. I brushed my tongue against his. He chuckled and pulled me closer to his body, pulling his tongue back in his mouth. Well, I wasn't having any of that, so I plunged in.

It's a weird sensation, kissing a vampire. And a man. I've kissed girls before; Anya, Faith, Willow, and there have been others. Women smelled sweet, and they were soft. But men. . .or at least Spike. . .he had this hard, lean body, and smelled of. . .a musky type scent that I couldn't identify right off hand. I liked it though. It seemed to grow stronger as we got more physical.

On top of the masculinity involved in the kiss, there was the coldness of his mouth. It wasn't too cold, thankfully, but it was much cooler than a normal human mouth. His whole body was. I really decided that I liked it.

I ran my tongue over his blunt teeth. I think subconsciously I was looking for the fangs. Apparently, he knew it, as his canines sharpened. The resulting cut in my tongue wasn't deep, and didn't hurt. I knew it would heal pretty quickly. Spike eagerly swirled his tongue along the top of mine, drinking as much of my life as he could get out of the small cut.

He pushed me back, his hands flat on my chest. I opened my eyes and looked up at him when he pulled away. He slung his leg over my hips, straddling me. His hard dick was lying against my stomach. Without even thinking about it, I reached up and wrapped my hand around it, stroking it gently.

He closed his eyes and shuddered. When they opened again, they were *beautiful*. Midnight blue tinged in gold. "Spike," I said, my voice a huskier than usual.

"Xander," he purred. "There are three ways we can go about this, I want to know which way you want me."

I tried to imagine how he could fuck me three different ways, but came up with nothing. The only way I could think of would be for me to be on all fours, him behind me. "How?" I asked softly.

"Well, I could have you on your hands and knees, shagging you from behind, but I don't want to do that. I want to see your face when you cum for me," he purred.

I could feel the heat on my cheeks rising at the thought of him enjoying me in the middle of my orgasm. "How else?" I asked. "Is there any position where you can see my face?"

"Well," he said, "I could shag you like you were a woman. . .you on your back, knees up. Or, you can straddle me and ride my cock."

I chewed my bottom lip, thinking about it. "I want you to have the control," I said softly. I looked up at him.

He smiled. "I was hoping you'd say that. . .my first time this way was like that."

"Angelus?" I asked.

"The one and only," Spike smirked. He stretched out on top of me and started kissing my neck softly.

I shuddered, throwing my head back with a moan. "Spike. . ." I hissed. "I need you. . ."

He sat up, grinning at me. He took a pillow and put it under my hips, raising my body up for his worship. He reached over me to grab something, then sat back on his heels between my legs. I saw what it was that he got. It was a small glass bottle of some kind of oil. I shivered, my body alive with fire and fear. The feeling was intoxicating. I was scared, yet I was so eager. . .

He poured some of the oil in his hand and then set the bottle to the side. He growled softly. "Put your knees up, pet."

I automatically pulled my knees up, watching him intently. I found myself wondering how he was going to get his thick cock inside of me. "Spike. . ."

He silenced me with a smoldering look. I quivered, chewing on my bottom lip. He dropped his hand, rubbing the lotion in my crack. I closed my eyes and shivers raced through my body. I gasped when I felt his finger probe my hole. My body automatically tensed.

"Pet," he murmured, kissing my knee. "Relax. If you stay tense, this will hurt."

Relax. I had an incredible vampire on his knees in front of me, about to fuck me, and he was telling me to relax. I had no clue how I was going to do that.

"Oh, god. . ." I hissed as I felt the tip of his finger push through my ring of muscles. It wasn't much, but it was enough to cause a little bit of pain, and a lot of pleasure. My eyes fluttered before I finally closed them. "Oh, god. Relax," I purred. I took a deep breath and spread my arms out, gripping the blanket. I made my body relax.

As I relaxed, he slowly thrust that blessed finger into me. I moaned, amazed at all the sensations he was making me feel. He moved the finger in and out, in and out, at a nice slow rhythm. I could feel myself stretching to accommodate him.

My body arched off the bed when he entered the second finger. It was almost too much, I was completely blinded with passion. "Spike," I whispered, "god, Spike, please. . .I need you. . ."

"Need me to do what?" his soft voice purred.

"Fuck me, please," I begged.

I whimpered when he removed the two fingers. They were silenced when I felt the head of his dick at my entrance. I mentally told myself to relax. He hooked his arms under my knees, pulling my legs up somewhat. "Pet?"

"I'm ready," I whispered, clenching my eyes tighter.

He eased in, causing me to cry out in pleasure, in pain, in the sheer passion of the moment. He slowly sheathed himself deep inside of me. I bit my bottom lip hard, tears coming to my eyes. It hurt like hell, and yet it was the most gratifying. . .most fulfilling moment of my entire life.

I dissolved into a thousand moans as he slowly withdrew, then eased back into me. "Spike," I whispered. "Please. . ."

He was slow at first, allowing me to stretch to his width. It was. . .I can 't even explain how wonderful it was. I shook my head, gripping the blanket tighter. "Spike, please. . ."

"What, pet?" he purred, leaning down to run his mouth over my earlobe.

I shuddered, my rock hard dick between our stomachs. "Spike, fuck me," I hissed.

He gripped my forearms, my legs still locked with his arms. He rode me long and hard. I arched against him, digging my nails into the back of his neck. I pulled his face to mine and kissed him with reckless abandon. I've never kissed, or been kissed, like we kissed at that moment. It was filled with passion, lust, violence, love. . .everything Spike embodied was in that kiss. Everything I was, everything I had ever hoped to be was in that kiss.

He was sliding in and out of me now, grunting every time his balls hit my ass. "Xan. . .der. . .Xan. . .der. . ." he purred against my throat. "I need to taste you. . ."

He was close. I don't know how I knew, but I did. I knew that I could have exploded at any moment, the friction of our stomachs rubbing just enough against my dick. I threw my head back, exposing my long neck to his face. "I need you to taste me," I murmured, gripping his hair and pushing his face into my neck.

I felt him vamp, and then the pricking sensation again.

I howled, my body pressing against him. I saw bright pinpoints behind my eyes when I exploded. I felt my cum cover our chests, causing us to rub together with a smooth fluidity. I tightened my body, tensing my muscles around his dick.

He withdrew his fangs with a roar as he exploded, filling me with his seed. "Xander," he hissed. "Oh, Xander. . ."

I started to tremor, tears running down my cheeks. He slowly pulled out of me, laying his head on my chest. He let go of my arms and pulled his own out from under my legs. I stretched my legs beside him. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him closer. "I love you," I murmured softly.

He lovingly nuzzled my neck as I fell into a blissful sleep.