[FIC] BtVS/AtS - Circuit (1/1, Poetic Justice verse)
Title: Circuit (1/1)
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Spoilers: This verse takes place post-Chosen (everything in Buffy really happened), and is selectively canon to AtS season 5 (meaning some things will happen canonically, some things won't. And they might happen out of order.)
Notes: This story is set in the same verse as Poetic Justice, Tirer La Couture, and Take You Away.You might wanna read those first. I'm not posting this as a WIP because the fics are more like snapshots of the verse. I'm also giving in and just calling this the 'Poetic Justice' verse, 'cuz I'm a lazy ass.
Warning: Bloodplay. First time. Probably some other things.
Thanks: to altyronsmaker and laazikaat, who got the first shot at this, and pointed out all my silly (and some not-so-silly) mistakes.
Rating: NC-17
Rating is behind a cut because... well, I'm hoping my parents (who do read this journal) won't click, and realize just HOW freaky I am. >_< They'd get over it, I'm sure, but I don't really want to have a conversation about it.
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"Can I just say one thing?"
"Yeah."
"L.A. Sucks. With a capital 'S.' Save somebody's life in Sunnydale, I'd get a thank you - not a couple of gunshots to the gut." Xander winced as he stepped into the apartment. "And I think she got one in my ass, too."
"You think?"
"All right, I know she got one in my ass. That only proves my point even more."
"Proves your point that people in L.A. are not the most grateful sort, but this shoulda taught ya something." Spike shut the door behind them, locked it, and turned to see Xander getting ready to collapse on the couch.
"That I can now survive bullets. Yeah, I know. They still fucking hurt."
"No getting blood on the couch. It's new." Spike grabbed Xander's arm before he could sit and steered him towards the bathroom. "And that's not the right lesson."
Xander smiled wryly at Spike. "Okay, then. Why don't you tell me what I should have learned from this experience, oh wise sensei?"
Spike glanced at Xander out of the corner of his eye, giving him a condenscending look. "Don't show your gameface when you're fighting. Not only does it let the baddies know how to kill you, but it scares the people we're supposed to be saving." He sat Xander down on the edge of the bathtub and searched through the medicine cabinet.
"But I couldn't help it!" Xander protested, shifting his weight to ease the pain of sitting. "It just... popped out."
"Well, we'll have to work on that, won't we? Take off your shirt." Spike turned toward him brandishing a pair of tweezers and a washcloth.
Xander sighed and removed his ruined shirt, wincing as the already drying blood kept it stuck to his back. "Are you mad?" he asked, giving Spike a guilty look as he dropped the bloody shirt to the floor.
"Turn around. 'Bout what?"
"Almost getting us killed."
Spike stared at Xander for a moment before bursting into laughter. "Takes more than bullets to kill vampires - you know that. She didn't hit me, and it was bloody well worth it just to see the look on your face when she started shootin' at you." Spike grinned and sat down beside Xander, straddling the side of the tub. "Looked like a scared kitten when the first shot hit ya. And then you started running, which is how she managed to get you in the arse."
"You sadist." Xander gave Spike a mock glare before throwing a leg over the side of the tub and turning towards him. "You just like seeing me bleed."
"Like to see more than that, pet," Spike murmured as he began inspecting the damage to Xander' stomach.
"What was that?"
Spike looked up at Xander with mischief in his eyes. "You heard me." He flashed Xander a quick smirk before returning his attention to the first wound. "Girl's a good shot. She got ya good."
"Uh-huh. Tell me something I don't knoOWWW!!" Xander shouted as Spike probed into the small hole in his stomach and scooted away until his back ran into the wall. He glared down at Spike with a golden eye and a mouth full of fangs. "That fucking hurts," he snarled, covering his stomach with one arm as if he expected Spike to chase after him with the tweezers.
"An' I didn't even dig deep enough to get the bullet out," Spike said, staring at Xander in annoyance. He beckoned with the tweezers. "Get back here. You're getting blood on the floor."
"You really are a sadist, you know that?"
"No, I'm a vampire. Same as you."
"That doesn't make me a masochist! This is not fun for me!"
"Wanna heal up with the bullets still inside? Trust me, that hurts a helluva lot more."
Xander gave Spike a swift kick in the shin and was rewarded with a snarl. "Have some sympathy, here. I've never been shot before. Can't you just be a little more gentle?"
Spike glared at Xander. "Do I look like a surgeon?" He leaned foward and snapped the tweezers shut dangerously close to Xander's face.
Xander arched away from Spike, putting one hand out to defend himself. "No, you look like a big, dumb freak - threatening me with a pair of tweezers." Xander squinted at the offending tweezers in Spike's hand. "Aren't those for plucking eyebrows?" he asked in disbelief.
"Yes, but it's all we have, isn't it?" Spike said in a dangerously slow voice.
"Why do you have an eyebrow plucker?"
Spike gritted his teeth and swiftly slid down the side of the tub, cornering Xander against the wall. "Really trying my patience here, pet," he hissed.
"You don't have any patience, pet," Xander growled back, baring his fangs.
Spike's glare slowly eased off, and he lightly slapped Xander on the cheek. "Put those away," he scolded.
Xander shifted back to his human face, but the anger in his eye was just as fierce. "You-"
"Should use this as a way to practice restraint," Spike interrupted, gently wiping the washcloth over the blood dripping out of Xander's reopened wound. "This is gonna hurt, but don't let yourself change."
As the tweezers came near the wounds again, Xander winced and sucked his stomach in so far that his ribs were visible. Spike sat back and placed a hand on each knee, staring Xander down like a father waiting for their child to stop throwing a temper tantrum. Xander suddenly got the mental image of Spike waiting with his arms crossed, tapping his foot and counting 'one... two... three...' If he reached ten and Xander still wasn't behaving, he'd be in big trouble...
"This would be easier if you relax." Xander snapped out of his imagination as Spike spoke up again. "I'll be as gentle as I can."
Xander studied Spike's face, seeing rare sincerity in his eyes. "Promise?"
Spike smirked. "Only if you don't trust me. Now relax."
Xander finally nodded, but squeezed his eye shut tight, not wanting to see the silver tweezers disappear into his stomach. His hissed when Spike probed into the first wound, scissoring the tweezers out to grab the bullet. His eye popped open when Spike pulled the tweezers out, feeling the bullet scrape along his insides. He stared at the small piece of metal before Spike chucked it towards the trash, unable to believe that was all that was causing him such pain.
"Keep loose. Still got four more here, plus the one in your bum."
Xander nodded and kept still while Spike worked on extracting the last of the bullets in his stomach. His eye was still screwed shut, and he listened for the occasional clinking sound of another bullet hitting the trash can. He only yelled once more when Spike jabbed him particularly hard, shoving the bullet in deeper. Spike waited for him to calm down, stroking his other hand over Xander's knee in a silent apology.
Finally, Spike patted him on the leg, and Xander opened his eye to see Spike smiling at him. "Is it done?" Xander asked hesitantly.
"Almost. Still got the one-"
"Located in my ass. I know." Xander sighed and stood up. "How do you want me to do this?"
"Turn around." Xander followed Spike's orders without complaint, wanting to get this over with as fast as possible. He waited for the painful probing to start, but felt nothing. He didn't look back at Spike until he heard a pointed cough.
"You don't need to breathe, blondie. What's the problem?" He turned his head slightly and looked down to see Spike grinning up at him, actually biting his lip to keep from laughing. "What?" Xander demanded.
Spike let go, his shoulders shaking and his laughter echoing off the walls of the bathroom. "Might be easier if you took your pants off, pet."
"Oh." Xander blinked. "Right." He slowly undid the top button, realizing he was about to be completely nude. Naked as the day he was born, in front of Spike. He hesitated at the zipper before pulling it down, listening for each individual click.
"Trying out for 'Striptease,' are we?" Spike didn't even try to hide the amusement in his voice. "Hurry it up. I've seen it already, anyway."
"What?!" Xander exclaimed, spinning to face Spike. "When have you seen me naked?" He tugged his pants back up, holding them closed.
"In your basement. You thought I was asleep."
"You... are a bad, naughty vampire." Xander sighed when Spike only raised an eyebrow at him. "But I already knew that." He turned back around, muttering. "How do I get myself into these situations?"
"By turning tail when a little girl starts shooting at you."
"She was taller than you." Xander shot back.
Spike didn't respond, but apparently got tired of waiting. Xander felt a tug at his pants, suddenly finding them pooled at his feet.
"You're a bit eager to get all of my clothes off, aren't you?" There was more amusement than annoyance in Xander's voice as he kicked his pants off his ankles.
"You couldn't tell? Now c'mere." Spike grabbed Xander's hips and walked him backwards a few steps so he could inspect the wound.
Xander yelped when Spike suddenly poked him with the tweezers, bouncing away from Spike. He turned, more concerned with glaring at Spike than being ashamed about his nudity. "Why does that hurt so much more than my stomach? I thought butts were all fat!"
Spike gave Xander another 'look,' the one that told him he had said something stupid. "It's muscle, and it looks like the bullet went in at an angle. Were you doing pirouettes trying to get away from this girl?" Xander opened his mouth, but Spike cut him off. "Never mind. Don't wanna know. Get back here."
Xander made a sound of frustration, but resumed his position without complaint. He jerked again when the cold metal of the tweezers poked into the wound again, but didn't try to get away.
"You're going to have to hold still."
"Well, it's kinda difficult!"
A strong arm suddenly snaked around Xander's waist, holding him in place. The tweezers probed into the wound once more, searching for the bullet. Spike was evidently having problems finding it, because the tweezers kept changing angles, scraping at the torn tissue inside. Xander jerked every time Spike poked something painful, which was creating some interesting friction on the other side of Xander's hips.
Xander froze when he realized Spike's arm was making him hard. It was rubbing in just the right places... and he knew Spike had noticed when he heard a low chuckle come from behind him. "Always thought I'd be in this position under different cirumstances."
"What?" Xander asked, his voice horrified. "What's that supposed to - OW!" Xander felt the tweezers open up inside the wound, and he jerked his hips forward, his cock slipping right into an open hand. Xander's pained noises turned into a very different kind of moan when the hand closed around him.
"Thought you weren't a masochist," Spike said, pulling his hand up Xander's cock deliberately.
"I'm... not!" Xander insisted, unintentionally moaning again when Spike's hand traveled back down to the tip of his cock. He didn't realize he had been holding his eye shut until it popped open at the sound of the last bullet hitting the trash can. He breathed a sigh of relief. "Pain is... painful. I don't like it."
"But you like this?" Spike drew his hand back up Xander's cock, squeezing when he reached the base.
"Well..." Xander glanced down, and seeing Spike's hand slowly moving back and forth over his cock made him shiver. "Apparently." Spike squeezed him again, harder this time, and Xander hissed. "Obviously," he amended. "Why are you doing this?"
Spike stood up behind Xander, his other arm wrapping around Xander and pulling him back against Spike's chest. "Want to."
"Really?" Xander gasped as one of Spike's hands trailed over one of his nipples. "You mean you were actually serious with all your... double-meaning words, and your looks, and holding my hand at just the right - ahh!" Xander's head fell back onto Spike's shoulder when Spike stroked his thumb over the tip of Xander's cock. "You weren't just fucking with me? I mean, you know my demon wants you, and it's kinda getting hard for me to tell me and the demon apart... I thought you were just leading me on."
Spike growled and spun Xander around, pulling them back together with one arm, and rotating his hips just right so Xander could feel Spike's own erection laying trapped in his jeans. "I don't joke."
"Yes, you do."
"Not about this."
"You have before."
"Not this time."
"You-"
Spike quickly covered Xander's lips with his own, quite effectively shutting him up. Xander's eye opened wide for only an instant before he starting kissing Spike back with fervor. It felt like Spike was trying to eat him alive... which Xander didn't mind one little bit. Spike splayed one hand on Xander's chest, his thumb flicking back and forth over one of Xander's nipples.
Xander drew away from the kiss, breathing in air he didn't need. "Are we actually doing this?" he asked, his voice husky.
"Nah, pet..." Spike kissed him again, gentler this time. "It's all in yer head," he whispered against Xander's lips. His fingers trailed lower, tracing a circle just below Xander's belly-button.
Xander growled, his back arching up. He fought to keep his demon under control, his teeth grinding together and his eye tightly shut. "Spike..."
Spike realized what Xander was doing. "Now's the time to let it out, pet. It wants this." Spike's fingers slid lower still, stopping just as he reached the top of a tuft of coarse, dark hair.
"Spike," Xander groaned in frustration, still not letting go. "You don't understand..."
"Oh, I do, luv." Spike spread his fingers out, combing through the hair surrounding Xander's cock. "Probably better'n you. Been doin' this a lot longer..." He moved his lips to where Xander's pulse point would have been, if he'd still had one, and raked a blunt tooth across it, grinning triumphantly when he felt a shiver race down Xander's back. He licked the spot, moving his tongue in circles before gently biting down and giving it a soft suck. Xander gasped as he felt little shocks running through his body, moving down to his toes and making them curl, and back up, all focusing back to where Spike was rolling a bit of Xander's skin between his teeth. Xander' eye flew open, and he stared down at Spike, panting. "Stop trying to be human and let go," Spike whispered.
A growl rose in Xander's chest, and it grew into a roar as the demon broke through the surface. Xander threw Spike back against the wall and had him pinned so quickly that even Spike could barely follow the motion. Xander wrapped a possessive arm around Spike's waist and yanked their bodies together. He captured Spike's lips with a mouth full of fangs.
Spike kissed him back just as furiously, his tongue forcing its way into Xander's mouth and scraping along the underside of a fang. Xander savored the delicious taste of Spike's blood as it passed through his lips for the first time since the cave. He growled in appreciation.
"Why do you... taste so good... to me?" Xander asked, the sentence breaking into pieces as he continued to press his lips against Spike's.
Spike smiled into Xander's mouth, his hand sliding down Xander's back to cup his ass. "Because I'm a nummy treat," he said with a squeeze.
Xander groaned, his head falling back. "I thought that was me."
"Never found out, did I?" Spike's face shifted into his demon and he ran his tongue over his canines suggestively, rolling his hips into Xander's.
"I think it's time you did," Xander growled, and snapped Spike's mouth back onto his own. Their fangs clashed together, making tiny nicks in their lips and tongues. Blood mixed in their mouths as Xander spun them around, pushing both of their writhing, grasping bodies out of the bathroom.
"Where're we going, pet?" Spike said, drawing back as he found himself being walked backwards down the hall.
"Bed. Now."
Spike smirked triumphantly and spun around, grasped Xander's hand and sprinted the rest of the way down the hall. He burst through the door, slamming it against the wall. He pushed Xander down onto the bed and pulled his shirt off in one smooth motion. He tackled Xander and pushed his knee up between Xander's legs. He felt Xander's hands pulling insistently at his jeans, and he captured Xander's lips in another fierce kiss.
"Want you, pet..." Spike growled into Xander's mouth as he felt fumbling hands run over his trapped erection, searching for the zipper. He heard Xander snarl and felt fingers loop into the sides of his jeans. The denim was shredded as it was suddenly ripped from his body, and Spike pulled away, grinning at Xander in delighted surprise.
Xander looked sheepish. "Don't know my own strength yet, I guess." He held up the ruined jeans, biting his lip. "I'm sorry."
Spike grabbed the jeans from Xander's hands and threw the pieces to either side of the room. "S'all right, pet. Got the job done, didn't you?" He straddled Xander's hips and sat, hissing as their erections slid up against one another. His fingertips danced over Xander's chest.
Xander threw his head back, gasping. "I was... excited."
Spike rolled his hips, forcing a groan from both of them. "Still are, I hope."
"Fuck..." Xander bucked his own hips in answer.
Spike leaned forward, nipping at Xander's neck with his fangs. "Don't remember you swearing as much when you were human as you do now ."
"I'm... different now," Xander said, running his hands down Spike's back. "And you wouldn't have been doing this when I was human." His voice was still full of lust, but there was an underlying sadness in the statement.
"That's 'cuz I would have broken you in half," Spike said, sitting back and placing one hand on Xander's stomach, his fingers splayed out and his thumb stroking up and down. "Vampires don't fuck humans without the intention of seriously hurting them. You can handle me now."
Xander paused and sat up, staring at Spike in wonder. "Did you want me when I was human?"
"Wasn't in love with you or anything, but I woulda turned you myself just so I could fuck you into oblivion," Spike said, rubbing small circles over Xander's already healing wounds. "...Before I had a soul," he added after a moment's thought.
Xander's lips slowly spread into a grin. "Really? That's oddly... really kinda hot, even though it should be very scary. But... really?"
Spike's tongue flicked along his fangs again. "Really. And now..." His hand inched lower, lightly tracing one finger over Xander's cock and back down the underside. "No worries about breaking ya. You can take me."
Xander growled and grabbed Spike's hips, rolling them over so he was on top. He ground his hips against Spike's, looping his leg around Spike's knee. "I've... I've never done this before. I'm not really sure how. I've never been... with a guy before."
"Demon's not telling ya what's what?"
"No, it's just screaming that it wants you, and like I said, it's getting hard to tell our needs apart."
Spike looked up at Xander, his expression serious. "Are you one hundred percent positive you want to do this?"
"No." Spike's eyes flashed in disappointment, and Xander quickly continued. "I'm like... ninety percent sure I want to. Which is more sure than I've been with anyone else." Spike stared at Xander in disbelief, but Xander would not let him interrupt. "Even Anya was only about forty percent. I'm not going to be completely positive about this until it's over."
"It's not just the demon that wants this, right? Your soul want this, too?"
Xander grinned. "If it was just the demon, I'd probably be having a pretty loud arguement with myself right about now." He paused, licking his lips. "I'm serious, though. I really don't know how to do this."
"I'll walk you through it, then. Fucking ravage me, luv," Spike said. He arched his hips up against Xander's, rubbing their cocks together. "But you'd better do something soon..." He gritted his teeth as he repeated the action again and again, enjoying the little moans he was forcing out of Xander's lips. "...else I'm gonna throw you down and bugger you senseless."
"So... what do I do?" Xander's voice had dropped a little, shyness creeping in.
Spike pushed Xander back so he could sit up and rifle through the drawer of his nightstand. He tossed something at Xander, who caught it and held it up to see what it was. "Lube? Okay, check. I get that part." Xander looked at Spike through lowered lashes, watching as Spike's smirk grew into a triumphant grin. "When did you buy this?" he asked curiously.
"Night you moved in."
Xander growled and tackled Spike again, his hand wrapping around Spike's cock for the first time. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Xander acknowledged that it was the first time he had touched any cock besides his own. Xander licked at Spike's lips, covering them completely when Spike allowed him entrance. Xander decided that he liked touching other cocks. Or maybe it was just Spike's cock. It responded so beautifully to Xander's touch, pulsing and jerking as if it was alive...
"Stop, stop!" Spike pushed Xander's hand away, staring up at Xander. His lips were parted, and he started forcing himself to breath rhythmically.
Xander bit his lip. "Did I do something wrong?" he asked, worried.
"No. Just don't want to come yet." Spike continued his breathing, trying to calm himself down. He had been hard since Xander had pulled his shirt off in the bathroom, not to mention he felt like he had been walking around half-hard for weeks. Xander as a human had been a delight to look at - even better when he was flushed with anger. But Xander the vampire... he glowed with some otherworldly power that even Spike couldn't fully recognize. He was beautiful, beyond words.
"Why do we still breathe?"
Spike stopped said breathing for a moment, raising an eyebrow at Xander. "What?"
"We don't need to. I thought I still did it completely out of habit, but you're like... two hundred years old and you still breathe."
Spike lightly slapped Xander on the thigh, glaring up at him in mock annoyance. "Do I look two hundred to you? And I guess it's out of habit, like you said. Hard one to break. Humans don't need to bite their nails, but they still do." He shifted his hips again, wrenching another pleased groan from Xander. "You get distracted too easily, pet. Get the lube, now."
Xander grinned playfully. "Or else...?"
Spike glared at Xander again, this time nothing mocking behind it. "Or else I'm gonna come all over you like a giddy little boy. You've been walking around like sex on a stick for weeks. Enough playing. Inside, now."
Xander giggled. "'Sex on a stick?'"
"Now, pet!" Spike snarled. He reached out and popped open the lube cap with his thumb, turning Xander's hand over and squeezing around it. Xander could only watch as something clear dripped out of the bottle and onto his cock. He moaned as Spike's other hand wrapped around his cock and spread the lube up and down. Too soon, Spike released his cock and guided Xander's hand back to the bottle, squeezing even more lube onto his fingertips. Spike threw the tube into a corner of the room, shifting his hips so that his legs were on top of Xander's knees. Spike had done all that in less than ten seconds, and it sent a pleased shiver down Xander's spine to know that Spike wanted him that much.
It also started a nagging in Xander's gut. He didn't want to disappoint Spike with his inexperience. He stared at Spike. "Um..."
Spike grabbed Xander's lubed covered hand by the wrist. "You put this..." He moved Xander's hand down to his exposed opening. "... in here. Stretch me out, get me ready. Then you put this..." Spike stroked a finger down Xander's cock, base to tip. "... in the same spot, and have your wicked way with me." He spoke slowly and deliberately, his fangs clenched together in frustration. "Just do it now, before I pop."
Xander grinned and nodded, leaning forward to capture Spike's lips again. He circled his finger around Spike's puckered opening, and was amazed to feel it open, inviting entrance. He wriggled his finger until it breached the tight ring of muscle, and slowly began pushing in. Spike's hand snaked around his raised leg and grasped Xander's wrist, quickly pushing it further in until Xander's knuckles hit flush with Spike's ass. Xander watched in fascination as Spike's head fell back, his mouth falling open. Xander crooked his finger back, moving it in a beckoning motion, and grinned when Spike thrashed beneath him. "More," Spike demanded at the end of a long moan.
Xander didn't hesitate to add a second finger. It wasn't that different from what he knew - just tighter. He scissored his fingers, turning them in a circle, enjoying the moans and growls erupting from Spike's lips. He was about to add a third finger when Spike suddenly wrenched his wrist away, pulling Xander's fingers out of him with a pop. Spike wriggled beneath him, his fangs bared. "Sorry, luv, to be moving you along so fast. Just want you inside when I come."
Xander looped his arms underneath Spike's legs, staring down in wonder as he lifted up Spike's hips. "Do you really want me this much?"
Spike moved his hand so his stroke the side of Xander's face, smiling. "Wouldn't be doing this if I didn't. Wanted you, knew your demon wanted me, but you're still hung up on acting human."
"Is that what this is? Teaching me to be a demon?"
"More than that, pet... but you got no idea how glad I am that it's me that gets to teach you." Spike pulled Xander down into a gentle kiss. "There's more to being a vampire than blood an' violence," he whispered.
Xander smiled back at Spike. "And you'll show me?"
Spike nodded, and Xander moved a free hand down to his cock, guiding it into Spike's opening. It slipped away on the first try, wrenching frustrated moans from both vampires. Xander tried again, and watched in amazement as his cock slipped inside the ring of muscle. He slowly sank deeper and deeper until his balls were flush with Spike's ass. He dropped his head onto Spike's shoulder, marvelling at the tightness surrounding his cock. "Oh... God..."
"Has got nothing to do with us," Spike whispered, clenching his muscles around the stiffness inside him.
Xander had never thought someone who was clinically dead would feel so alive on the inside. Spike was pulsing, massaging his cock, sending ripples of pleasure up and down his spine.
"Pet?" Spike's voice was on the verge of whimpering, and Xander suddenly realized he had been frozen, relishing the sensation of being buried inside Spike. His hips suddenly snapped back, pulling out until only the tip of his cock remained hidden, then he pushed forward again, growls erupting from both of them. Xander fell into the age-old rhythm, instinct taking over as he pulled out and pushed back in, the bed creaking loudly beneath them. Xander found himself silently thanking Doyle for thinking to get Spike a corner apartment, because they were making an awful lot of noise.
Spike's hips were snapping up to meet Xander's thrusts, his fingers hooked into claws as he pulled Xander's head back down to his shoulder. "Drink, luv." Xander didn't need a second invitation, and he turned his head and bit deep into Spike's neck, taking gulp after gulp of Spike's blood. He felt a sting at his own neck, but only for an instant, and then blood was being drawn from his body. It had only happened to him once before, but this time it wasn't painful at all.
Something suddenly clicked within Xander, and he began driving into Spike, slower than before, but going deeper with each thrust. Every time he pushed in, he would swallow another mouthful of Spike's blood. When he pulled out, Spike would swallow Xander's blood. A circuit was completed, and Xander couldn't feel anything except where he and Spike were attached at each other's necks, and where they were connected at the hips. Somehow, between two cold, dead bodies, heat was forming inside Spike's ass and around Xander's cock. Xander lost himself in the feeling of giving and taking, and he pounded into Spike, his climax taking him by complete surprise. He emptied his seed into Spike, sucking hard at the blood flowing into his mouth. He felt something cold hit his stomach as Spike came only seconds behind him.
Xander mouthed Spike's neck, licking up any stray drops of blood that might have escaped, feeling Spike do the same to him. The tingles running down Xander's body weren't fading as he pulled out of Spike and rolled to the side. "Is vampire sex like that all the time?" he asked in a raspy voice. He closed his eye, basking in the afterglow with an enormous smile.
Spike rolled over onto his stomach and threw one arm over Xander's chest, grinning. "An' it gets better, pet."
Xander looked down at Spike's satisfied face. "Are you serious?" he asked, his mouth falling open.
"Perfectly. Why? Something the matter with that?"
"It's just..." Xander paused and let his head fall back. "I think I might want to do nothing but have sex for the rest of my undead life."
Spike chuckled, wrapping his arm tighter around Xander. "That could be arranged, pet..."
* * *
Willow stared down at the map with a flat expression. The image became blurry as tears welled up in her eyes, but she didn't look away. She couldn't look away.
It was true. She didn't want to believe it.
Willow had felt it the instant that Kennedy died. She didn't know how her lover was killed when it happened, but then, seconds later, something killed Nanyamka, the Slayer that Kennedy and Xander had been seeking. She had felt her death, as well, although the pain wasn't as great. Two Slayers were dead, killed within moments of each other.
Something bad had happened in Africa, and she had no way of knowing if Xander was all right. She cast worldwide locator spells to try and track down her oldest friend, but nothing had turned up. The only reason she would have gotten that response was if he was dead. Or in another dimension, but considering the cirumstances...
At Willow's first word, Giles sent the closest agent to search the area Kennedy and Xander had last been seen. It had taken him weeks, but he finally called in with a disturbing report. He had found three bodies in a remote cave. Although Kennedy's body had been identified, Xander was not among them. It was clear that the attackers were vampires, which gave Willow the idea to use a different kind of locator spell.
So she had cast her spell. The world map was now spread out in front of her, and a tiny orange light was shining on an American city just off the coast of the Pacific. She stared at the light, and it burned into her, mocking her.
A teardrop fell on the map just as the door opened. Buffy entered soundlessly, her face downcast. "Willow?" The unspoken question lay between them as Willow finally tore her eyes away from the light and looked up at Buffy with silent tears running down her face.
"Xander is a vampire."
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Spoilers: This verse takes place post-Chosen (everything in Buffy really happened), and is selectively canon to AtS season 5 (meaning some things will happen canonically, some things won't. And they might happen out of order.)
Notes: This story is set in the same verse as Poetic Justice, Tirer La Couture, and Take You Away.You might wanna read those first. I'm not posting this as a WIP because the fics are more like snapshots of the verse. I'm also giving in and just calling this the 'Poetic Justice' verse, 'cuz I'm a lazy ass.
Warning: Bloodplay. First time. Probably some other things.
Thanks: to altyronsmaker and laazikaat, who got the first shot at this, and pointed out all my silly (and some not-so-silly) mistakes.
Rating: NC-17
Rating is behind a cut because... well, I'm hoping my parents (who do read this journal) won't click, and realize just HOW freaky I am. >_< They'd get over it, I'm sure, but I don't really want to have a conversation about it.
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"Can I just say one thing?"
"Yeah."
"L.A. Sucks. With a capital 'S.' Save somebody's life in Sunnydale, I'd get a thank you - not a couple of gunshots to the gut." Xander winced as he stepped into the apartment. "And I think she got one in my ass, too."
"You think?"
"All right, I know she got one in my ass. That only proves my point even more."
"Proves your point that people in L.A. are not the most grateful sort, but this shoulda taught ya something." Spike shut the door behind them, locked it, and turned to see Xander getting ready to collapse on the couch.
"That I can now survive bullets. Yeah, I know. They still fucking hurt."
"No getting blood on the couch. It's new." Spike grabbed Xander's arm before he could sit and steered him towards the bathroom. "And that's not the right lesson."
Xander smiled wryly at Spike. "Okay, then. Why don't you tell me what I should have learned from this experience, oh wise sensei?"
Spike glanced at Xander out of the corner of his eye, giving him a condenscending look. "Don't show your gameface when you're fighting. Not only does it let the baddies know how to kill you, but it scares the people we're supposed to be saving." He sat Xander down on the edge of the bathtub and searched through the medicine cabinet.
"But I couldn't help it!" Xander protested, shifting his weight to ease the pain of sitting. "It just... popped out."
"Well, we'll have to work on that, won't we? Take off your shirt." Spike turned toward him brandishing a pair of tweezers and a washcloth.
Xander sighed and removed his ruined shirt, wincing as the already drying blood kept it stuck to his back. "Are you mad?" he asked, giving Spike a guilty look as he dropped the bloody shirt to the floor.
"Turn around. 'Bout what?"
"Almost getting us killed."
Spike stared at Xander for a moment before bursting into laughter. "Takes more than bullets to kill vampires - you know that. She didn't hit me, and it was bloody well worth it just to see the look on your face when she started shootin' at you." Spike grinned and sat down beside Xander, straddling the side of the tub. "Looked like a scared kitten when the first shot hit ya. And then you started running, which is how she managed to get you in the arse."
"You sadist." Xander gave Spike a mock glare before throwing a leg over the side of the tub and turning towards him. "You just like seeing me bleed."
"Like to see more than that, pet," Spike murmured as he began inspecting the damage to Xander' stomach.
"What was that?"
Spike looked up at Xander with mischief in his eyes. "You heard me." He flashed Xander a quick smirk before returning his attention to the first wound. "Girl's a good shot. She got ya good."
"Uh-huh. Tell me something I don't knoOWWW!!" Xander shouted as Spike probed into the small hole in his stomach and scooted away until his back ran into the wall. He glared down at Spike with a golden eye and a mouth full of fangs. "That fucking hurts," he snarled, covering his stomach with one arm as if he expected Spike to chase after him with the tweezers.
"An' I didn't even dig deep enough to get the bullet out," Spike said, staring at Xander in annoyance. He beckoned with the tweezers. "Get back here. You're getting blood on the floor."
"You really are a sadist, you know that?"
"No, I'm a vampire. Same as you."
"That doesn't make me a masochist! This is not fun for me!"
"Wanna heal up with the bullets still inside? Trust me, that hurts a helluva lot more."
Xander gave Spike a swift kick in the shin and was rewarded with a snarl. "Have some sympathy, here. I've never been shot before. Can't you just be a little more gentle?"
Spike glared at Xander. "Do I look like a surgeon?" He leaned foward and snapped the tweezers shut dangerously close to Xander's face.
Xander arched away from Spike, putting one hand out to defend himself. "No, you look like a big, dumb freak - threatening me with a pair of tweezers." Xander squinted at the offending tweezers in Spike's hand. "Aren't those for plucking eyebrows?" he asked in disbelief.
"Yes, but it's all we have, isn't it?" Spike said in a dangerously slow voice.
"Why do you have an eyebrow plucker?"
Spike gritted his teeth and swiftly slid down the side of the tub, cornering Xander against the wall. "Really trying my patience here, pet," he hissed.
"You don't have any patience, pet," Xander growled back, baring his fangs.
Spike's glare slowly eased off, and he lightly slapped Xander on the cheek. "Put those away," he scolded.
Xander shifted back to his human face, but the anger in his eye was just as fierce. "You-"
"Should use this as a way to practice restraint," Spike interrupted, gently wiping the washcloth over the blood dripping out of Xander's reopened wound. "This is gonna hurt, but don't let yourself change."
As the tweezers came near the wounds again, Xander winced and sucked his stomach in so far that his ribs were visible. Spike sat back and placed a hand on each knee, staring Xander down like a father waiting for their child to stop throwing a temper tantrum. Xander suddenly got the mental image of Spike waiting with his arms crossed, tapping his foot and counting 'one... two... three...' If he reached ten and Xander still wasn't behaving, he'd be in big trouble...
"This would be easier if you relax." Xander snapped out of his imagination as Spike spoke up again. "I'll be as gentle as I can."
Xander studied Spike's face, seeing rare sincerity in his eyes. "Promise?"
Spike smirked. "Only if you don't trust me. Now relax."
Xander finally nodded, but squeezed his eye shut tight, not wanting to see the silver tweezers disappear into his stomach. His hissed when Spike probed into the first wound, scissoring the tweezers out to grab the bullet. His eye popped open when Spike pulled the tweezers out, feeling the bullet scrape along his insides. He stared at the small piece of metal before Spike chucked it towards the trash, unable to believe that was all that was causing him such pain.
"Keep loose. Still got four more here, plus the one in your bum."
Xander nodded and kept still while Spike worked on extracting the last of the bullets in his stomach. His eye was still screwed shut, and he listened for the occasional clinking sound of another bullet hitting the trash can. He only yelled once more when Spike jabbed him particularly hard, shoving the bullet in deeper. Spike waited for him to calm down, stroking his other hand over Xander's knee in a silent apology.
Finally, Spike patted him on the leg, and Xander opened his eye to see Spike smiling at him. "Is it done?" Xander asked hesitantly.
"Almost. Still got the one-"
"Located in my ass. I know." Xander sighed and stood up. "How do you want me to do this?"
"Turn around." Xander followed Spike's orders without complaint, wanting to get this over with as fast as possible. He waited for the painful probing to start, but felt nothing. He didn't look back at Spike until he heard a pointed cough.
"You don't need to breathe, blondie. What's the problem?" He turned his head slightly and looked down to see Spike grinning up at him, actually biting his lip to keep from laughing. "What?" Xander demanded.
Spike let go, his shoulders shaking and his laughter echoing off the walls of the bathroom. "Might be easier if you took your pants off, pet."
"Oh." Xander blinked. "Right." He slowly undid the top button, realizing he was about to be completely nude. Naked as the day he was born, in front of Spike. He hesitated at the zipper before pulling it down, listening for each individual click.
"Trying out for 'Striptease,' are we?" Spike didn't even try to hide the amusement in his voice. "Hurry it up. I've seen it already, anyway."
"What?!" Xander exclaimed, spinning to face Spike. "When have you seen me naked?" He tugged his pants back up, holding them closed.
"In your basement. You thought I was asleep."
"You... are a bad, naughty vampire." Xander sighed when Spike only raised an eyebrow at him. "But I already knew that." He turned back around, muttering. "How do I get myself into these situations?"
"By turning tail when a little girl starts shooting at you."
"She was taller than you." Xander shot back.
Spike didn't respond, but apparently got tired of waiting. Xander felt a tug at his pants, suddenly finding them pooled at his feet.
"You're a bit eager to get all of my clothes off, aren't you?" There was more amusement than annoyance in Xander's voice as he kicked his pants off his ankles.
"You couldn't tell? Now c'mere." Spike grabbed Xander's hips and walked him backwards a few steps so he could inspect the wound.
Xander yelped when Spike suddenly poked him with the tweezers, bouncing away from Spike. He turned, more concerned with glaring at Spike than being ashamed about his nudity. "Why does that hurt so much more than my stomach? I thought butts were all fat!"
Spike gave Xander another 'look,' the one that told him he had said something stupid. "It's muscle, and it looks like the bullet went in at an angle. Were you doing pirouettes trying to get away from this girl?" Xander opened his mouth, but Spike cut him off. "Never mind. Don't wanna know. Get back here."
Xander made a sound of frustration, but resumed his position without complaint. He jerked again when the cold metal of the tweezers poked into the wound again, but didn't try to get away.
"You're going to have to hold still."
"Well, it's kinda difficult!"
A strong arm suddenly snaked around Xander's waist, holding him in place. The tweezers probed into the wound once more, searching for the bullet. Spike was evidently having problems finding it, because the tweezers kept changing angles, scraping at the torn tissue inside. Xander jerked every time Spike poked something painful, which was creating some interesting friction on the other side of Xander's hips.
Xander froze when he realized Spike's arm was making him hard. It was rubbing in just the right places... and he knew Spike had noticed when he heard a low chuckle come from behind him. "Always thought I'd be in this position under different cirumstances."
"What?" Xander asked, his voice horrified. "What's that supposed to - OW!" Xander felt the tweezers open up inside the wound, and he jerked his hips forward, his cock slipping right into an open hand. Xander's pained noises turned into a very different kind of moan when the hand closed around him.
"Thought you weren't a masochist," Spike said, pulling his hand up Xander's cock deliberately.
"I'm... not!" Xander insisted, unintentionally moaning again when Spike's hand traveled back down to the tip of his cock. He didn't realize he had been holding his eye shut until it popped open at the sound of the last bullet hitting the trash can. He breathed a sigh of relief. "Pain is... painful. I don't like it."
"But you like this?" Spike drew his hand back up Xander's cock, squeezing when he reached the base.
"Well..." Xander glanced down, and seeing Spike's hand slowly moving back and forth over his cock made him shiver. "Apparently." Spike squeezed him again, harder this time, and Xander hissed. "Obviously," he amended. "Why are you doing this?"
Spike stood up behind Xander, his other arm wrapping around Xander and pulling him back against Spike's chest. "Want to."
"Really?" Xander gasped as one of Spike's hands trailed over one of his nipples. "You mean you were actually serious with all your... double-meaning words, and your looks, and holding my hand at just the right - ahh!" Xander's head fell back onto Spike's shoulder when Spike stroked his thumb over the tip of Xander's cock. "You weren't just fucking with me? I mean, you know my demon wants you, and it's kinda getting hard for me to tell me and the demon apart... I thought you were just leading me on."
Spike growled and spun Xander around, pulling them back together with one arm, and rotating his hips just right so Xander could feel Spike's own erection laying trapped in his jeans. "I don't joke."
"Yes, you do."
"Not about this."
"You have before."
"Not this time."
"You-"
Spike quickly covered Xander's lips with his own, quite effectively shutting him up. Xander's eye opened wide for only an instant before he starting kissing Spike back with fervor. It felt like Spike was trying to eat him alive... which Xander didn't mind one little bit. Spike splayed one hand on Xander's chest, his thumb flicking back and forth over one of Xander's nipples.
Xander drew away from the kiss, breathing in air he didn't need. "Are we actually doing this?" he asked, his voice husky.
"Nah, pet..." Spike kissed him again, gentler this time. "It's all in yer head," he whispered against Xander's lips. His fingers trailed lower, tracing a circle just below Xander's belly-button.
Xander growled, his back arching up. He fought to keep his demon under control, his teeth grinding together and his eye tightly shut. "Spike..."
Spike realized what Xander was doing. "Now's the time to let it out, pet. It wants this." Spike's fingers slid lower still, stopping just as he reached the top of a tuft of coarse, dark hair.
"Spike," Xander groaned in frustration, still not letting go. "You don't understand..."
"Oh, I do, luv." Spike spread his fingers out, combing through the hair surrounding Xander's cock. "Probably better'n you. Been doin' this a lot longer..." He moved his lips to where Xander's pulse point would have been, if he'd still had one, and raked a blunt tooth across it, grinning triumphantly when he felt a shiver race down Xander's back. He licked the spot, moving his tongue in circles before gently biting down and giving it a soft suck. Xander gasped as he felt little shocks running through his body, moving down to his toes and making them curl, and back up, all focusing back to where Spike was rolling a bit of Xander's skin between his teeth. Xander' eye flew open, and he stared down at Spike, panting. "Stop trying to be human and let go," Spike whispered.
A growl rose in Xander's chest, and it grew into a roar as the demon broke through the surface. Xander threw Spike back against the wall and had him pinned so quickly that even Spike could barely follow the motion. Xander wrapped a possessive arm around Spike's waist and yanked their bodies together. He captured Spike's lips with a mouth full of fangs.
Spike kissed him back just as furiously, his tongue forcing its way into Xander's mouth and scraping along the underside of a fang. Xander savored the delicious taste of Spike's blood as it passed through his lips for the first time since the cave. He growled in appreciation.
"Why do you... taste so good... to me?" Xander asked, the sentence breaking into pieces as he continued to press his lips against Spike's.
Spike smiled into Xander's mouth, his hand sliding down Xander's back to cup his ass. "Because I'm a nummy treat," he said with a squeeze.
Xander groaned, his head falling back. "I thought that was me."
"Never found out, did I?" Spike's face shifted into his demon and he ran his tongue over his canines suggestively, rolling his hips into Xander's.
"I think it's time you did," Xander growled, and snapped Spike's mouth back onto his own. Their fangs clashed together, making tiny nicks in their lips and tongues. Blood mixed in their mouths as Xander spun them around, pushing both of their writhing, grasping bodies out of the bathroom.
"Where're we going, pet?" Spike said, drawing back as he found himself being walked backwards down the hall.
"Bed. Now."
Spike smirked triumphantly and spun around, grasped Xander's hand and sprinted the rest of the way down the hall. He burst through the door, slamming it against the wall. He pushed Xander down onto the bed and pulled his shirt off in one smooth motion. He tackled Xander and pushed his knee up between Xander's legs. He felt Xander's hands pulling insistently at his jeans, and he captured Xander's lips in another fierce kiss.
"Want you, pet..." Spike growled into Xander's mouth as he felt fumbling hands run over his trapped erection, searching for the zipper. He heard Xander snarl and felt fingers loop into the sides of his jeans. The denim was shredded as it was suddenly ripped from his body, and Spike pulled away, grinning at Xander in delighted surprise.
Xander looked sheepish. "Don't know my own strength yet, I guess." He held up the ruined jeans, biting his lip. "I'm sorry."
Spike grabbed the jeans from Xander's hands and threw the pieces to either side of the room. "S'all right, pet. Got the job done, didn't you?" He straddled Xander's hips and sat, hissing as their erections slid up against one another. His fingertips danced over Xander's chest.
Xander threw his head back, gasping. "I was... excited."
Spike rolled his hips, forcing a groan from both of them. "Still are, I hope."
"Fuck..." Xander bucked his own hips in answer.
Spike leaned forward, nipping at Xander's neck with his fangs. "Don't remember you swearing as much when you were human as you do now ."
"I'm... different now," Xander said, running his hands down Spike's back. "And you wouldn't have been doing this when I was human." His voice was still full of lust, but there was an underlying sadness in the statement.
"That's 'cuz I would have broken you in half," Spike said, sitting back and placing one hand on Xander's stomach, his fingers splayed out and his thumb stroking up and down. "Vampires don't fuck humans without the intention of seriously hurting them. You can handle me now."
Xander paused and sat up, staring at Spike in wonder. "Did you want me when I was human?"
"Wasn't in love with you or anything, but I woulda turned you myself just so I could fuck you into oblivion," Spike said, rubbing small circles over Xander's already healing wounds. "...Before I had a soul," he added after a moment's thought.
Xander's lips slowly spread into a grin. "Really? That's oddly... really kinda hot, even though it should be very scary. But... really?"
Spike's tongue flicked along his fangs again. "Really. And now..." His hand inched lower, lightly tracing one finger over Xander's cock and back down the underside. "No worries about breaking ya. You can take me."
Xander growled and grabbed Spike's hips, rolling them over so he was on top. He ground his hips against Spike's, looping his leg around Spike's knee. "I've... I've never done this before. I'm not really sure how. I've never been... with a guy before."
"Demon's not telling ya what's what?"
"No, it's just screaming that it wants you, and like I said, it's getting hard to tell our needs apart."
Spike looked up at Xander, his expression serious. "Are you one hundred percent positive you want to do this?"
"No." Spike's eyes flashed in disappointment, and Xander quickly continued. "I'm like... ninety percent sure I want to. Which is more sure than I've been with anyone else." Spike stared at Xander in disbelief, but Xander would not let him interrupt. "Even Anya was only about forty percent. I'm not going to be completely positive about this until it's over."
"It's not just the demon that wants this, right? Your soul want this, too?"
Xander grinned. "If it was just the demon, I'd probably be having a pretty loud arguement with myself right about now." He paused, licking his lips. "I'm serious, though. I really don't know how to do this."
"I'll walk you through it, then. Fucking ravage me, luv," Spike said. He arched his hips up against Xander's, rubbing their cocks together. "But you'd better do something soon..." He gritted his teeth as he repeated the action again and again, enjoying the little moans he was forcing out of Xander's lips. "...else I'm gonna throw you down and bugger you senseless."
"So... what do I do?" Xander's voice had dropped a little, shyness creeping in.
Spike pushed Xander back so he could sit up and rifle through the drawer of his nightstand. He tossed something at Xander, who caught it and held it up to see what it was. "Lube? Okay, check. I get that part." Xander looked at Spike through lowered lashes, watching as Spike's smirk grew into a triumphant grin. "When did you buy this?" he asked curiously.
"Night you moved in."
Xander growled and tackled Spike again, his hand wrapping around Spike's cock for the first time. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Xander acknowledged that it was the first time he had touched any cock besides his own. Xander licked at Spike's lips, covering them completely when Spike allowed him entrance. Xander decided that he liked touching other cocks. Or maybe it was just Spike's cock. It responded so beautifully to Xander's touch, pulsing and jerking as if it was alive...
"Stop, stop!" Spike pushed Xander's hand away, staring up at Xander. His lips were parted, and he started forcing himself to breath rhythmically.
Xander bit his lip. "Did I do something wrong?" he asked, worried.
"No. Just don't want to come yet." Spike continued his breathing, trying to calm himself down. He had been hard since Xander had pulled his shirt off in the bathroom, not to mention he felt like he had been walking around half-hard for weeks. Xander as a human had been a delight to look at - even better when he was flushed with anger. But Xander the vampire... he glowed with some otherworldly power that even Spike couldn't fully recognize. He was beautiful, beyond words.
"Why do we still breathe?"
Spike stopped said breathing for a moment, raising an eyebrow at Xander. "What?"
"We don't need to. I thought I still did it completely out of habit, but you're like... two hundred years old and you still breathe."
Spike lightly slapped Xander on the thigh, glaring up at him in mock annoyance. "Do I look two hundred to you? And I guess it's out of habit, like you said. Hard one to break. Humans don't need to bite their nails, but they still do." He shifted his hips again, wrenching another pleased groan from Xander. "You get distracted too easily, pet. Get the lube, now."
Xander grinned playfully. "Or else...?"
Spike glared at Xander again, this time nothing mocking behind it. "Or else I'm gonna come all over you like a giddy little boy. You've been walking around like sex on a stick for weeks. Enough playing. Inside, now."
Xander giggled. "'Sex on a stick?'"
"Now, pet!" Spike snarled. He reached out and popped open the lube cap with his thumb, turning Xander's hand over and squeezing around it. Xander could only watch as something clear dripped out of the bottle and onto his cock. He moaned as Spike's other hand wrapped around his cock and spread the lube up and down. Too soon, Spike released his cock and guided Xander's hand back to the bottle, squeezing even more lube onto his fingertips. Spike threw the tube into a corner of the room, shifting his hips so that his legs were on top of Xander's knees. Spike had done all that in less than ten seconds, and it sent a pleased shiver down Xander's spine to know that Spike wanted him that much.
It also started a nagging in Xander's gut. He didn't want to disappoint Spike with his inexperience. He stared at Spike. "Um..."
Spike grabbed Xander's lubed covered hand by the wrist. "You put this..." He moved Xander's hand down to his exposed opening. "... in here. Stretch me out, get me ready. Then you put this..." Spike stroked a finger down Xander's cock, base to tip. "... in the same spot, and have your wicked way with me." He spoke slowly and deliberately, his fangs clenched together in frustration. "Just do it now, before I pop."
Xander grinned and nodded, leaning forward to capture Spike's lips again. He circled his finger around Spike's puckered opening, and was amazed to feel it open, inviting entrance. He wriggled his finger until it breached the tight ring of muscle, and slowly began pushing in. Spike's hand snaked around his raised leg and grasped Xander's wrist, quickly pushing it further in until Xander's knuckles hit flush with Spike's ass. Xander watched in fascination as Spike's head fell back, his mouth falling open. Xander crooked his finger back, moving it in a beckoning motion, and grinned when Spike thrashed beneath him. "More," Spike demanded at the end of a long moan.
Xander didn't hesitate to add a second finger. It wasn't that different from what he knew - just tighter. He scissored his fingers, turning them in a circle, enjoying the moans and growls erupting from Spike's lips. He was about to add a third finger when Spike suddenly wrenched his wrist away, pulling Xander's fingers out of him with a pop. Spike wriggled beneath him, his fangs bared. "Sorry, luv, to be moving you along so fast. Just want you inside when I come."
Xander looped his arms underneath Spike's legs, staring down in wonder as he lifted up Spike's hips. "Do you really want me this much?"
Spike moved his hand so his stroke the side of Xander's face, smiling. "Wouldn't be doing this if I didn't. Wanted you, knew your demon wanted me, but you're still hung up on acting human."
"Is that what this is? Teaching me to be a demon?"
"More than that, pet... but you got no idea how glad I am that it's me that gets to teach you." Spike pulled Xander down into a gentle kiss. "There's more to being a vampire than blood an' violence," he whispered.
Xander smiled back at Spike. "And you'll show me?"
Spike nodded, and Xander moved a free hand down to his cock, guiding it into Spike's opening. It slipped away on the first try, wrenching frustrated moans from both vampires. Xander tried again, and watched in amazement as his cock slipped inside the ring of muscle. He slowly sank deeper and deeper until his balls were flush with Spike's ass. He dropped his head onto Spike's shoulder, marvelling at the tightness surrounding his cock. "Oh... God..."
"Has got nothing to do with us," Spike whispered, clenching his muscles around the stiffness inside him.
Xander had never thought someone who was clinically dead would feel so alive on the inside. Spike was pulsing, massaging his cock, sending ripples of pleasure up and down his spine.
"Pet?" Spike's voice was on the verge of whimpering, and Xander suddenly realized he had been frozen, relishing the sensation of being buried inside Spike. His hips suddenly snapped back, pulling out until only the tip of his cock remained hidden, then he pushed forward again, growls erupting from both of them. Xander fell into the age-old rhythm, instinct taking over as he pulled out and pushed back in, the bed creaking loudly beneath them. Xander found himself silently thanking Doyle for thinking to get Spike a corner apartment, because they were making an awful lot of noise.
Spike's hips were snapping up to meet Xander's thrusts, his fingers hooked into claws as he pulled Xander's head back down to his shoulder. "Drink, luv." Xander didn't need a second invitation, and he turned his head and bit deep into Spike's neck, taking gulp after gulp of Spike's blood. He felt a sting at his own neck, but only for an instant, and then blood was being drawn from his body. It had only happened to him once before, but this time it wasn't painful at all.
Something suddenly clicked within Xander, and he began driving into Spike, slower than before, but going deeper with each thrust. Every time he pushed in, he would swallow another mouthful of Spike's blood. When he pulled out, Spike would swallow Xander's blood. A circuit was completed, and Xander couldn't feel anything except where he and Spike were attached at each other's necks, and where they were connected at the hips. Somehow, between two cold, dead bodies, heat was forming inside Spike's ass and around Xander's cock. Xander lost himself in the feeling of giving and taking, and he pounded into Spike, his climax taking him by complete surprise. He emptied his seed into Spike, sucking hard at the blood flowing into his mouth. He felt something cold hit his stomach as Spike came only seconds behind him.
Xander mouthed Spike's neck, licking up any stray drops of blood that might have escaped, feeling Spike do the same to him. The tingles running down Xander's body weren't fading as he pulled out of Spike and rolled to the side. "Is vampire sex like that all the time?" he asked in a raspy voice. He closed his eye, basking in the afterglow with an enormous smile.
Spike rolled over onto his stomach and threw one arm over Xander's chest, grinning. "An' it gets better, pet."
Xander looked down at Spike's satisfied face. "Are you serious?" he asked, his mouth falling open.
"Perfectly. Why? Something the matter with that?"
"It's just..." Xander paused and let his head fall back. "I think I might want to do nothing but have sex for the rest of my undead life."
Spike chuckled, wrapping his arm tighter around Xander. "That could be arranged, pet..."
* * *
Willow stared down at the map with a flat expression. The image became blurry as tears welled up in her eyes, but she didn't look away. She couldn't look away.
It was true. She didn't want to believe it.
Willow had felt it the instant that Kennedy died. She didn't know how her lover was killed when it happened, but then, seconds later, something killed Nanyamka, the Slayer that Kennedy and Xander had been seeking. She had felt her death, as well, although the pain wasn't as great. Two Slayers were dead, killed within moments of each other.
Something bad had happened in Africa, and she had no way of knowing if Xander was all right. She cast worldwide locator spells to try and track down her oldest friend, but nothing had turned up. The only reason she would have gotten that response was if he was dead. Or in another dimension, but considering the cirumstances...
At Willow's first word, Giles sent the closest agent to search the area Kennedy and Xander had last been seen. It had taken him weeks, but he finally called in with a disturbing report. He had found three bodies in a remote cave. Although Kennedy's body had been identified, Xander was not among them. It was clear that the attackers were vampires, which gave Willow the idea to use a different kind of locator spell.
So she had cast her spell. The world map was now spread out in front of her, and a tiny orange light was shining on an American city just off the coast of the Pacific. She stared at the light, and it burned into her, mocking her.
A teardrop fell on the map just as the door opened. Buffy entered soundlessly, her face downcast. "Willow?" The unspoken question lay between them as Willow finally tore her eyes away from the light and looked up at Buffy with silent tears running down her face.
"Xander is a vampire."