Oh. My. God. I was in heaven. I never, in all of my twenty years have ever felt anything as good as what I felt as soon as we got into Spike's room. Now, I knew, from personal experience, that Anya was quite wonderful when it came to giving head. She really was. But Spike. . .

His mouth was cold, not warm like Anya's was. That in itself made me harder. Just the idea that there was this deliciously beautiful mouth, with those wonderful lips wrapped around my dick. . .I had to start thinking about baseball, just so I wouldn't explode right then.

I was sitting on the edge of his bed, my pants at my ankles. He was eager, like a kid looking for candy. I barely got in the room before he unbuttoned my pants and slid them to the floor. He pushed me down on the bed and dropped to his knees.

I never imagined Spike in a submissive position, but I assumed that since he and his sire hadn't had their falling out yet, that the currently brunette vampire was used to it. I ran my fingers through the long brown hair, pulling the bow out. He looked up at me, and suddenly, it struck me.

Spike was a beautiful man. He had those big blue eyes - not filled with hate for once. Angular cheekbones and lips. . .I could die for those lips. I could die from those lips too. . .but that wasn't the point. His hair was a dark shade of brown, but not as dark as Angel's. . .Angelus. . .whatever. This future/past stuff was affecting my brain. Anyway, his hair was to the nape of his neck, curling at the edges. His bangs were long, curling at the side of his face. It was quite beautiful on him.

"Spike," I whispered, ignoring my bobbing cock in front of his face. "I need you." And I did. I had grown to want the blond vampire back home, for some odd reason. I knew he'd never have me then, but perhaps now. . .

He smiled.

My heart burst in insane flutters at his smile. I had never seen him smile like that. I was in love. There was no doubt about it. I was in love with a violent vampire, and I really didn't care. Somewhere, in the back of my head, I knew that I should, but I didn't.

He licked his lips then licked the tip of my cock. At the sudden coldness on my head, I almost jerked off the bed, but he had his hands on my thighs, keeping me in place. And then he took my tip in his mouth.

I moaned low and deep when he started swirling his tongue over the head. Oh god, I was in heaven. I really was. His mouth was cold, but not too cold. He inched down my length, running his tongue along the bottom of it. Oh, god. I don't think I could have repeated that enough: Oh, god. I would definitely die for this feeling.

He pulled up, just the tip in his mouth. And then he did something I've never had anyone do to me. He engulfed me. That's really the only way to describe it. One second, he had the tip in his mouth, and the next. . .his nose was buried in my curls, the tip of my dick against the back of his throat.

I had my hands behind me, holding me up. I threw my head back. "Oh, my god," I rumbled. "I am so glad vampires don't have to breathe."

He somehow chuckled without even removing my dick from his mouth. The vibrations of that chuckle rocked my body, and I knew I wasn't going to last. I wanted to last, wanted to have him suck my dick for eternity, but I knew that was impossible.

And then he was fucking me with his mouth. Those perfect lips, that cold mouth, running up and down my length, taking all of me. He maintained a steady rhythm, exactly to the speed of my beating heart. I knew that's what he was doing, fucking me to the beat of my heart. That excited me for some reason.

He reached up and fingered my balls, teasing them, coaxing my orgasm out of me. I held it though, I was determined for him to do this as long as possible. I never wanted it to end.

But it did. The second I felt his finger tracing the ring of muscles of my ass, it was over. I howled, my world exploding in what was quite possibly the most intense orgasm I'd ever experienced. I shot my entire load down his throat. He kept running his tongue along my dick, drinking my essence.

I collapsed on the bed, quivering from the intensity of the moment. There were still pinpoints of light behind my eyes as I fumbled for the buttons on my shirt. I finally, in a moment of desperation, ripped the buttons off my shirt, letting it fall open. The bed dipped down and I felt a body next to mine. He was still clothed, but I could feel his erection in my hip. He was hard, and it was because of me.

"Xander. . ." he whispered in that seductive voice I've heard him use to get Willow to do something for him.

I turned my head and opened bleary eyes. "William," I murmured, using his given name. I knew he'd answer to it here. "Bite me."

I could see shock in his eyes. "Bite you?" he asked slowly, as if he was trying to make sure that's what I asked.

"Yes," I whispered. "I've always wanted to know. . .wanted to see how it felt. I don't want to die, but I know you can bite and not take too much blood. Please. . ." Great. Now I was begging for a vampire to bite me.

He leaned down and ran his tongue along my jugular. I shivered in anticipation. I remember thinking, < Please don't let me die. . .not yet. > And then I felt his ridges on my neck. I closed my eyes and braced myself for the pain. I'd never seen a vampire bite someone and there not be pain.

But there was no pain involved in this bite. I felt the prickle of his fangs, almost like a tiny needle had pierced my skin. And then they sunk in. I arched my back in the most exquisite pleasure. I grabbed his head and pulled him closer. . .it was amazing. I could feel my blood rushing to the twin holes in my neck. He'd removed his fangs and was now lazily lapping at my blood. And. . .he was purring. Spike was purring! I didn't even know vampires could do that. It was such an incredible sound.

I blinked, tears filling my eyes from the passion in the moment. "Oh, god. . .Spike. . ." I whispered. Yep. I was in love.