Coming Out

Coming Out: part two

Bev looked up as Spike walked into the dining room. "Oh! You're here!"

"Door was open a bit, so I just came on in. That all right?" He raised an eyebrow at her hesitant nod, noticing the faint pink tinge to her cheeks. "Somethin' wrong?"

"Hmm? Oh, no. I just...um, well...I got something for you." She quickly pushed a small paper bag across the table.

Spike took a seat and picked up the bag, opening it and peeking inside. A grin stretched across his face, and he looked at Bev delightedly. "Luv! You shouldn't have!"

She blushed even harder, giggling softly. "Well, I wasn't sure...I mean, I just thought that maybe...you know."

Spike kept on smirking. "Right. Well, I'll just head on downstairs now. Don't wait up." Getting up, he left the blushing woman at the table and, bag in hand, headed down into the basement.

He looked around the empty room. Hearing movements in the bathroom, he went over and cocked his head by the door. Singing?

He snickered. Didn't sound half-bad, either. He went over to the sofa, shrugging out of his duster and sprawling comfortably across the cushions. Tossing the bag onto the coffee table, he crossed his arms behind his head, eyeing the bathroom door expectantly.

Xander shut off the water in the shower, reaching out a dripping arm to snatch a towel off the counter. Wrapping it around his hips, he moved in front of the mirror. Grabbing another towel, he gave his hair a cursory drying, using his fingers to brush it into some semblance of order.

Still singing under his breath, he opened the door and stepped out of the bathroom, heg fog for the closet.

"You're drippin' on th' floor."

He whirled at the low voice, almost losing his towel in the process. Gaping at the blonde smiling indolently from his couch, he groaned internally. Not tonight. Please, not tonight!

"Gotta admit, pet, that's a good look on you. Beats some of the clothes I've seen you wear."

Xander glanced down at his barely covered form, cheeks burning. "Do you mind? I'd like to get dressed here."

Spike just continued watching him. "What? It's not like you got something I ain't seen before." And, with any luck, will be seeing again sometime soon.

"Well, you won't be seeing mine, so get over it." Xander gritted his teeth as Spike kept those blue eyes focused on him. Nope. Not thinking bad thoughts about naughty vampire. Oooh, naughty... Ahh! Stop it! Determined not to show he was rattled, he folded his arms over his chest, after securing his towel more firmly.

That's what you think. Spike heaved a sigh of disappointment, dramatically flinging a hand over his forehead. "Oh, say it ain't so. How shall I go on?" He snorted, then sat up. Indicating the package on the table, he quirked an eyebrow at the still-dripping human. "Your mum told me to give that to you. A pressie of some sort, I guess." He leaned forward, resting his chin on a fist.

Xander looked at the innocent little bag. Don't do it. Don't you dare open that! Just...take it and hide it someplace. But do. Not. Open it!

He picked up the bag and opened it.

Blanching, he sat heavily in the recliner. I told you! Didn't I tell you not to open it? Why don't you ever listen to me!

Xander stared at the tube that was nestled snugly up against a box. Of condoms. His mother had bought him a box of condoms! And...lube. Strawberry flavored, by the looks of it. Oh, god.

"So? What is it? Anything good?" Spike stood and walked over, craning his head for a glance.

Xander clutched the bag close, frantically scrunching the top down to hide the contents. "Nothing! It's...nothing. Just...a gag gift. Yeah, that's it. Well, thanks for stopping by. Don't be a stranger. Bye now, Spike." Please go. Pleasepleaseplease go!

Spike snatched the bag away. "Aw, don't be like that,. L. Lemme have a looksee."

Standing, Xander made a grab for the bag, catching the edge. With a rip, it split open, dumping its contents onto the floor.

Before Xander could get to them, Spike bent and scooped them up. He looked at the tube. "Strawberry? Hey, my favorite!" He leered at the horrified human. "Somethin' you wanna tell me, pet?"

"What? No! Gimme that!"


Spike backed away, holding the tube behind his back. "You sure 'bout that, mate? I mean, what with the book and everything."

Xander froze. His jaw dropped slightly as he gaped at the smirking blonde. Gulping hard, he stammered out, "W-w-what book?"

The vampire put the couch between him and the brunette. "You know. The book. With the pictures. In the chair. The one all about how to shag a bloke."

The boy backed away, gaze darting frantically around the room. "I...I don't know what you're talking about, Spike."

Spike just looked at him.

Flushing even redder than before, Xander sat heavily down on the coffee table, which creaked in protest. Cradling his head in his hands, he groaned loudly. "This...this isn't what it looks like."

"Uh-huh." Doubt positively dripped from his tone.

"I'm not gay! And no offence, but I don't want you! It's just...my mom got this crazy idea in her head, and she's trying to push it on me. I mean, just because Anya wanted sex, and I didn't, and she thought I was gay, and broke up with me real loudly, and my mom happened to hear it all, and went on this whole supportive kick, and is currently occupied trying to make my life a living hell just for a switch from the whole drinking thing," he sucked in deep breath, "does not make me gay!"

Spike vaulted over the back of the sofa, perching on the edge just inches away from Xander. "You're not gay?"

Finally, he sees reason! Xander sighed in relief. "No, I'm not."

Spike nodded, then tilted his head. "Then how come you've been staring at me? Watching me move? Touching me? Leaking pheromones all over the place?" He leaned forward, invading the human's personal space. "How come you're hard right now?"

Xander's eyes widened. He glanced down at his lap where, sure enough, his other brain had decided to make its opinion known, pressing urgently against the fabric of the towel. His gaze flew back up to Spike's, dismayed.

"I'm...I'm not...I..." He shook himself, trying to think of some defense. "Well, like you have a lot of room to talk. I mean, what was up with that...thing last night?"

Spike frowned. "What 'thing'?"

"That thing! With the thumb! On my lip!"

"Oh...that." He smiled softly, cupping Xander's face in his palm. Leaning closer, he breathed in a husky whisper, "I should have used something else."

Xander's breath caught, his heart starting to beat faster.

Capturing the boy's head, Spike tugged him forward. His lips hovered for a bare instant, tongue flicking out to brush across Xander's trembling mouth.

Xander gasped, and the tongue darted into his open mouth, cool lips pressing firmly against his own. His hands settled on Spike's chest to push him away, but instead merely curled into his shirt, holding him in place.

Spike suckled happily on Xander's warm tongue, tasting the human's unique flavor, learning him. He pulled his head back, nibbling on the pink, swollen lips, then licking along the firm jawline to an earlobe, sucking it into his mouth.

Moaning, Xander let his head fall back. He panted harshly as blunt teeth bit down gently, shivering as the vampire's hands moved down his back, caressing damp skin.

He whimpered softly as all contact left him, then forced his eyes to refocus on the blonde.

"Well?" Spike looked at him expectantly.

Xander drew in a shuddering breath. "I...I'm not..."

"Yeah, I know. You're not gay. But did you enjoy it?" He looked honestly interested in the answer, although he could already tell by the boy's scent that the experience was definitely appreciated.

Xander's mouth opened and shut a few times as he searched for a response. Finally, looking away in shame, he whispered, "yes."

Spike smiled. "That's all that matters then, pet." He raised a hand, brushing it downdernder's torso, ghosting over rosy nipples. "Xan? Let me show you?"

Xander stared at him intently, somewhat surprised at the gentleness the vampire was exhibiting. He'd fully expected ridicule once he'd admitted his seemingly no-so-secret desires. Desires? Oh, you have so lost it, Xander my boy.

He noticed a faint hit of...pleading?...in the blue eyes. Taking a breath, he captured a wandering hand in his own. "Yes," he breathed.

Spike stood, pulling Xander up. Taking a step back, he leered at the picture the boy made, damp and flushed, radiating arousal. In a swift movement, he pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it aside.

Xander could practically feel himself starting to drool as ivory skin was exposed for his perusal. Then the hands went to unbuckle the belt and remove the jeans.

He backed up unconsciously, and Spike followed, shedding his remaining clothes, eyes glowing intently.

Spike held back a laugh as Xander's legs struck the edge of the bed, and the boy went tumbling down. All humor fled when he noticed that the sudden change in position had managed to dislodge the towel. Growling softly, he pounc
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Straddling the boy on all fours, he watched as a pink tongue snaked out to moisten dry lips. Swooping down, he captured the tongue in his mouth, sucking hungrily. He then nibbled over Xander's smooth neck, grinning as he felt hands grasp his waist, struggling to pull him down.

He lifted his head to stare into dark, lust-filled eyes. "Ah, ah! Who's showing who, here?"

Xander whimpered, but let his hands drop back down onto the bed, fisting tightly into the covers.

Spike returned to his neck, latching his teeth on and biting down gently over the jugular. He fought the desire to simply rip into the warm flesh, letting go as he felt himself shift into gameface.

Xander froze as yellow eyes burned into him. Vampire! Vampire in my bed! His momentary panic dissipated completely as cool bare skin plastered itself to him, and he gasped, arching up.

Spike's face smoothed out, becoming human again. He pressed his erection into Xander's hip, wiggling until he'd positioned their cocks next to each other, eliciting a strangled moan from the boy under him. He pressed a soft kiss onto the open mouth, then slid his tongue across a slightly rough cheek to trace the whorls of an ear. "Like it, pet? Gonna make you feel good." He thrust once, twice, leaving a slick trail in the groove of Xander's thigh.

Xander released the blanket, unable to keep his hands off the vampire any longer. He wrapped his arms around Spike's torso, pulling him close as he bucked up. He feverishly laid wet, sloppy kisses along the smooth line of his neck, causing the blonde to hiss in appreciation.

"Bit eager, aren't we, pet? No rush...we got all night." He pulled away from the writhing body, ignoring his own erection as he slid down Xander's body. He stared at the hard cock, watching in fascination as a drop of fluid formed at the tip, then slid slowly down the length to land glistening in the dark thatch of pubic hairs.

"Please," Xander whispered, almost sobbing. He felt like he'd been hard forever. Looking into glittering blue eyes full of mischief, Xander knew Spike was planning on driving him insane. Somehow, he couldn't seem to make himself care. His hands reached down, but Spike shook his head.

"Uh-uh. No touching yourself. Not this time. You just lay back and relax, let ol' Spike take care of you." He snickered softly. Oh, he was going to take care of Xander, all right!

Breathing lightly on the purpled erection, he ran a finger from base to tip, circling the dripping head. Feather, barely-there strokes, not enough to give any kind of satisfaction. Back down to rub against the base again, then gently lifting swollen testicles. He sucked on a finger, then traced it over the wrinkled skin, blowing cool streams of air across it.

Xander stuffed a fist into his mouth, stifling his cries. He spread his legs open, pressing himself against the fingers stroking him.

Finally, Spike wrapped his hand around Xander's cock, pumping it once, spreading the boy's juices over it. He pressed the head, scraping a nail ever-so-lightly across the slit. Xander gasped, eyes rolling up in their sockets.

Spike continued stroking, occasionally sending gusts of air swirling over screaming nerve endings. The bed squeaked rhythmically as Xander strained up into the tight channel of Spike's fist.

Xander could feel his balls drawing up, knew that release was near. He craved it...burned for it.

The hand let go, and Xander's cock slapped wetly down on his stomach. He cried out, dark eyes accusing as he glared at the blonde.

Spike grinned. "Ah, you didn't think we'd be done so soon, did you?" He tsked, capturing the hands that had moved of their own accord to finish the job. "None of that, now. Am I gonna need to tie you down?"

Xander caught his breath, eyes dilating madly. Spike could smell the intense wave of arousal that rolled off the boy. Oooh, found a kink! Mental note to explore that a little later. Noticing embarrassment beginning to creep over Xander's face, he crawled up the bed and planted a deep kiss on his lips.

"Ah-ah. Not allowed. Anything goes tonight." Another kiss, then a nibble and lick. "Gonna taste you. All over. Wanna lick, and nibble, and bite."

Xander pulled away minutely, but Spike yanked him back. "Not gonna hurt you. Shh, won't hurt you none. Gonna make you scream, though."

Shivering at the husky tone, Xander melted back into the vampire's embrace. Spike petted him soothingly, waiting for the boy's need to die down a little. Once it had, he pushed him over onto his stomach.

Xander tensed. Then he felt a mouth latch onto the back of his neck, nipping softly. Strong hands kneaded the muscled in his shoulders and back, tickling every so often down his sides. A tongue began working between his shoulder-blades, little cat licks all the way down his spine.

He felt the handsst ast across his ass, and he yelped when the tongue dipped into the top of his cleft.

Spike chuckled, then released the mounds of flesh. Moving farther down, he nibbled behind each knee, licking and digging his tongue into the trembling skin until Xander's moans increased in volume. Then he reared up and flipped the boy back over again.

Xander stared up at him, panting and shaking.

Again, Spike started at the neck, balancing so that he didn't come into contact with Xander's cock. Nibbling down over the collarbone, he latched onto a shoulder and suckled hard.

Xander made incoherent pleading sounds, reaching to thread his fingers through blonde hair, holding Spike's head in place.

Releasing the flesh with a sucking sound, Spike licked his lips as he studied the mark, blood-red on pale skin. Giving it a parting kiss, he moved down to the stiff nipples, flicking one as he circled the other with a wet finger. Sucking the dusky kernel of flesh into his mouth, he bit down just hard enough to make Xander begin to babble hoarsely, but not hard enough to cause real pain, thus avoiding any nasty chip incidents.

While he feasted on the nipple, laving it with his tongue, he rolled the other between his fingers, caressing it. With a pop, his mouth let go, and he switched off, sucking on the neglected one while he played with the one still wet and swollen from his attentions.

Xander squirmed, trying frantically to find something -- anything! -- that he could rub against to relieve some of the ache in his groin. He was beyond thinking, living only for the sensations running through him.

Spike moved to taste Xander's navel, swirling his tongue through the light dusting of hair on the human's belly, his fingers still busy with taut nipples. He lapped at the tiny crevice, then ran his tongue over a hip into the crease of the thigh.

He sat up and moved to the end of the bed, lifting a foot into his lap. He rubbed the arch, kneading. Looking up into dark, glazed eyes, he bent his head and nipped at the ankle, making the leg jerk in his grasp.

He worked his way up the leg, fingers dancing along ahead of his mouth. Finally, he reached Xander's groin. He paused to stare at the hard flesh.

Xander whimpered some more, desperately wanting Spike to do something. He tossed his head back and forth mindlessly chanting, "please..oh, please...pleasod, od, please," over and over.

Spike sat up between the boy's legs, reaching down to take hold of himself. As he slowly pumped at his erection, he lifted an eyebrow at Xander. "Something you want, pet?"

"Spiiiiiiike....please! I-I have to...let me..." Another abortive movement of his hands toward his cock, hips thrusting lewdly up into the air.

Spike sighed. "Oh, all right." Swooping down, he engulfed Xander's erection, lips sliding down to the base as he swallowed.

Xander shouted, then clapped his hand over his mouth, eyes darting wildly to the basement door. He was unable to worry for long, however, as Spike exercised the muscles of his throat around the hot piece of flesh.

Pulling his head up, he took hold of Xander's cock and licked at the tip, sliding just the head into his mouth and sucking hard. He let it go, then shifted to suck on the boy's testicles, rolling each into his mouth and licking it thoroughly. His hands held Xander's thighs apart, thumbs stroking the sensitive skin.

Once more, he swallowed down the boy's erection, milking it. He felt Xander tense, and shudder. Still sucking, he circled the base of the cock with one hand, fingers squeezing tightly as he used the other hand to tug Xander's balls away from his body.

Xander howled with frustration, the constriction leaving him unable to find release. The suction around his cock never stopped, and he thrhardharder, deeper, doing his best to crawl inside the other man. The feelings were so intense, they bordered on painful, and just when he was sure any more would kill him, the wicked mouth gave up possession of his cock.

Still restraining Xander so he wouldn't cum, Spike smiled as he dipped a finger into the boy's navel, playing idly. He kept his grip until he was reasonably certain that letting go wouldn't end his fun, then stood, hungrily taking in the needy figure sprawled out across the bed.

Xander looked up at him, questioning. "What--? Why--?"

Spike laid a finger over his lips, shushing him. He turned, looking around the room. Walking a few steps away, he bent and scooped the nearly forgotten white tube off the floor, where he'd dropped it as he'd undressed. He moved quickly back to the bed, straddling the boy's hips.

Xander had watched all this, flushing as he was presented with a lovely view of the vampire's bare ass, then proudly bouncing cock on the return trip. He stared in bemusement at Spike opened the tube, squeezing out a ribbon of the sweet-smelling lube onto his fingers. His gaze followed those fingers as they moved south, past the cock and under the balls, to the hidden shadow between his cheeks.

As the fingers slid out of his sight into Spike's body, he gasped. He can't...he's not gonna... Oh god, he is. Omigodomigodomigod!

After breathless minutes, the fingers reappeared. Another squeeze of the tube, and they were again headed south, this time straight for Xander's cock. They rubbed the slick lube over his straining flesh, then the tube was tossed back onto the floor.

Spike lifted up, holding Xander's cock in place against the pucker of his body. Poised there, he stared deep into the human's eyes. "Xander?"

Xander could hardly breath. He could feel the tip of his cock pressing slightly into a tight channel, and he wanted nothing more that to plunge into it, thrusting, pounding. He met those gold-flecked eyes with his own. Nodding jerkily, he whispered, "please, spike, pleeease!"

Spike smiled, then slowly sank down.

Xander's heart stopped briefly as he was encased in the tightest, softest thing he'd ever experienced. Hid hands flew to hold onto Spike's hips, holding him in place. Nothing could possibly feel better than this.

Spike seated himself fully, head thrown back as he gasped, the fullness of Xander's cock practically burning inside him. God, been too long since I had this. Forgot how good -- how hot a human felt! He hissed through his teeth and his body grew accostumed to the invader. Then he began to move.

Xander's mouth fell open, panting, as Spike lifted himself, than dropped back down. The tight ring of muscle clutched at him, sliding up and down on his rigid length. Picking up the motion, he began to move as well, sliding easily into the well-lubricated hole as the scent of strawberries drifted around him.

Spike rode the human, relishing the feeling of being fucked, but in control. He sped up his movements, almost bouncing on Xander's cock.

Xander knew he was about to cum. Any second now... He prayed fervently that Spike wouldn't be sadistic enough to stop it again.

Spike stilled.

Xander sobbed, clawing at the lean hips, leaving small, bloody welts.

"Xander? Look at me."

Groaning, Xander pried his eyelids up, trying his best to glare, but managing only to look petulant.

"Pet, I want you to touch me."

Harsh breaths sounded loud in the room. "...am touching--!" Xander tried to buck up again, but Spike's thighs were clamped tight on him.

"No." Spike moved one of Xander's hands toward his drooling cock. "Touch me."

Xander stared at the cock. A cock...not his own. It suddenly struck him what he was doing here. And he...liked it.

Swallowing hard, he tentatively stroked the vampire's cock. His fingers lingered at the tip, sliding across the alien bit of skin there. He played with it a bit, deciding he liked it. Pulling it back, he ran his thumb over the head of Spike's cock.

Spike moaned, squeezing down tight around the length inside him. This made Xander shout, his grip tightening on Spike's cock.

"Tha's it, pet. yeah..." Spike picked up his movements again, rocking on Xander's erection as his own was stroked and squeezed. He leaned forward slightly, the angle shift causing Xander's cock to scrape across his prostate on every stroke. He knew he was going to cum soon, and began to use the muscles in his ass to draw Xander's orgasm out. He wanted the boy to cum first.

As the walls surrounding his cock rippled and clenched around him, Xander cried out. His entire body stiffened, and he thrust as hard as huld.uld. Shaking, feeling like he was about to explode, he came, pulsing inside Spike's cool depths.

As he felt the burst of warmth inside him, Spike let go. Howling, he slammed himself down as hard as he could, his cock shooting semen all over Xander's chest. His body remained rigid for a moment, then he collapsed bonelessly on top of the boy. Panting, he brushed his fangs lightly over the dark welt by his cheek.

Xander barely felt when Spike's weight settled on his chest. Unconsciously, he circled his waist with his arms, hugging him close. Twins sighs sounded as they separated.

Xander yawned, his eyes fluttering closed. Drifting off, he muttered, "Spike?"

Spike grinned, his features slowly slipping back to human. "Yeah, pet?"

Another yawn, then snuggling down into the bed. "'m still not gay, y'know."

Spike snorted, lifting his head to look at the now-sleeping human. Shifting, he tugged a blanket out from under them, covering them both up. Kissing Xander's jaw, he lowered his head again. "Course not, luv. Just...slightly bent." He closed his eyes, joining Xander in sleep.

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Xander snuggled into the cool body next to him, breathing in the heady scents of sex permeating the room. Smiling, he opened his eyes.

"Ahh!" He pushed back, yelping as his chest came unstuck painfully.

Spike gasped and sat up, rubbing gingerly at his chest. "What the bleedin' hell'd you do that for?" He glared at Xander.

"Y-Y-You...you...you're naked! In my bed!" He stared in horror at the vampire. The naked, rumpled, adorable-looking vampire. Ack! No! Staring is bad. Don't stare!

Spike frowned. "Well...yeah. What, you expected me to leave a nice comfy bed in the middle of the night? After what was, if I do say so myself, a bloody good shag?"

"S-s-shag?" Xander squeaked.

"Mate? You ok?" Spike leaned forward, peering into the boy's eyes. "You hit your head or somethin'?"

Slowly, Xander recalled what had transpired the previous night. How Spike had teased, and touched, and ridden him to unconsciousness. He flushed all over.

Spike watched the process in fascination. "Hell, mate, even your dick's blushing. I didn't know you could do that." He bent for a closer look.

Xander yanked a corner of the covers over him. "Spike!"

The blonde rolled his eyes. "Look, what is with you?"

"We...we...we..."

"Shagged. Yes, we did. Glad you remember. I liked it, you liked it, so what's the problem here?"

"I just...wait, you liked it?"

Spiookeooked at him in disbelief. "What the--? Of course I liked it! I'm dead, not stupid!"

Xander smiled, but still seemed uncomfortable.

Oh, you bloody humans! Spike sighed dramatically. "What, you want to forget this? Pretend it didn't happen? No repeat performance?"

Shrugging, Xander stared down at the pillow, plucking at the hem. "I...I'm not gay, Spike."

"Right. Yeah, I think we established that, pet."

"It's just, I don't want you to think...I mean, it was good, great, but I, I mean we..." He ran his hand through his hair. "Look, you're not gonna start getting all...territorial, are you?"

His jaw dropped. "Hell, Xander, we shagged! It's not like we're bloody well dating or something!" He flopped back down on the bed, muttering dire imprecations about humans with their heads stuck in romance novels.

Xander sighed in relief. "Oh. Good. It's just, you know, that whole thing you've got going with Dru... It didn't really bode well."

Spike glared. "That's different. Dru...she's my dark princess. We've hunted together, killed together, sank our teeth into the same prey and drained it together. That's not something a bloke just takes lightly, you know."

"Um, yeah. Eww, but yeah."

They lay there silently. Eventually, Spike cleared his throat. Climbing over Xander, he got out of bed, standing and scratching idly at the flaking semen coating his chest. "Well, I'm gonna pop in the shower for a bit." He raised an eyebrow, waiting.

Xander nodded. "Sure." He stared at the slim, pale body as Spike continued to stand in front of him.

Spike cleared his throat. "Well? Coming?"

Xander jerked his head up. "Huh?" He rewound his brain, playing back the last minute or so. Oh. Oh! "You, uh, want me to shower with you?"

Spike gritted his teeth. "No, actually I wanted to show you a new game called 'Drop the Soap' -- Yes I want you to shower with me! What, never fucked in the shower before?"

Why, hello Mr. Happy. I see you're alive and well this morning. Xander took a split second to weigh his choices. Let's see -- shower alone...shower with Spike. Naked with Spike. Fucking a wet, slippery Spike in the shower.

He vaulted out of the bed, hurrying toward the bathroom. "Well, what are you waiting for?"

Spike caught him before he went through the doorway, pulling the taller man back against him, grazing his teeth over a shoulder-blade.

Xander shuddered as the hand pressed against his chest inched its way down, brushing lightly over his pubic hairs. "I...thought we were gonna...take a shower," he gasped out.

Spike smirked, letting go of Xander and slipping around him. He turned on the shower and stepped inside, looking out at the human through the curtain of blonde hair plastered to his forehead. He held out a bar of soap, waggling his eyebrows suggestively. "Wanna play?"

Laughing, Xander grabbed the soap and hopped in. He kissed Spike's nose, flipping up the lock of hair. "Good look on you."

"What, naked and wet?" He walked his fingers over Xander's chest, scraping softly.

Xander licked at the drops of water dripping down the vampire's chin. "Yes, naked and wet, but I meant the hair. It looks nice hanging around your face like that. Like it."

"Mmmm. Less talking, more kissing." He reached for the boy's face, but Xander pulled back. "'ey! Come back here!"

Xander held up the bar of soap, reaching out of the stall to grab a washcloth. "Shower, clean. Remember?" He got the cloth sudsy, then applied it to Spike's stomach, scrubbing at the dried cum.

"No, shower, shag. Remember?" He snatched the cloth away, dropping it to the floor.

Shaking his head stubbornly, Xander held up the bar of soap. "Clean first, then shag."

Spike pouted, rubbing his hands teasingly down his chest. "Shag first. That way, we only have to clean once." He spread his legs apart, a finger dipping back to circle his hole.

Xander gulped. The soap slipped out of his hand onto the floor.

Grinning, Spike turned around, bracing his hands against the wall.

Shaking his head and sending beads of water flying, Xander reached out and stroked his hand down over the soft curve of Spike's ass.

Spike purred, arching his back. "Yeah, pet, do it."

He swallowed hard, pressing a shaking finger into the slippery cleft. He rubbed against the muscular ring, breath hissing as it opened, his finger sliding in easily. He pressed it deep into the still slick depths, amazed at how soft it felt...like cool wet silk gripping him.

Another finger pushed in, and he rotated them, brushing across something that made the vampire moan sharply and push back against him. He shifted, banging his elbow painfully against one of the metal taps and hissing in frustration. "I don't think this thing was designed for this."

Spike thrust an arm back to drag him closer. "We'll manage. Now shut up and fuck me."

Xander obliged, pushing his hard cock against the opening, sliding forward until he was totally inside.

Spike tightened his muscles, squeezing. He set to rocking, pulling as far away as he could, then jamming himself back again. A growl grew in his throat as Xander bent forward and mouthed his neck, blunt teeth digging into the soft skin. Hands slid down his body, clasping around his erection.

Hunching into the vampire's tight, wonderfully cool body, Xander wrapped his arms around the smaller man. He still could barely believe the softness and strength of the passage he was inside. As muscles rippled around him, he knew he wouldn't be able to last long.

The movement of his hips sped up, and he began to pump quickly at Spike's cock. Spike met each thrust, snarling when one happened to rake across his prostate. He flung his head back, howling as his seed spurted out to coat the wall before being washed down the drain.

When Spike came, his anal muscles had clamped down around Xander's cock, making him gasp and moan at the intense pressure. It was too much for him, and he came screaming, pouring his essence into the blonde.

When it was over, Xander held onto Spike, head dropping forward onto his shoulder. His panting could be heard even over the noise of the shower. They remained locked together for long minutes, neither wanting to break the connection.

The two stood there, shivering under water that had begun to turn cold. Finally, Xander pulled out with a wistful sigh, turning off the taps and pulling Spike out of the shower with him. In silence, they dried each other off, towels wiping gently over sensitive skin.

The damp towels were tossed onto the floor, then Spike tugged Xander's head down for another kiss. Swiping his tongue inside the hot mouth, he chased down and caught the boy's tongue.

Panting, Xander could feel himself growing unbelievably aroused once again. He moaned, sucking on the invader probing inside him.

Spike smiled, herding Xander toward the door.ed, ed, pet. There's lots more fun to be had." He backed out, pulling on the boy's hand, then shoving him up against the wall and kissing him hard.

When Spike's mouth lifted, allowing him to breathe, Xander opened his eyes. Looking toward the bed, he froze.

"Um, hi Anya."

~~~~~~Bev woke early, stumbling out of bed and down the stairs, heading for the coffeepot. She waited for it to heat, and poured herself a cup, moaning happily as the caffeine-filled liquid slid down her throat.

After she emptied the cup, she put it in the sink, then turned and glanced at the basement door, wondering. I never heard Will leave last night. Maybe...

Slowly, she walked over and turned the knob, pushing the door open. The lights in the basement were on, and she listened carefully to check if Xander was awake. There was no sound, so she poked her head in and peered over the banister.

Ooohhh. She smiled at the sight. Xander lay on his back with the blond curled up against his chest. The covers were pushed away enough for her to see that both boys were bare, and there was a faint hint of something sweet in the air. Strawberry? Oh! Strawberry!

Biting her lip, she closed the door, waiting until she had reached the dining room before letting out a quiet but exuberant "Yes!" and spinning around happily.

Eyes shining with glee, she stilled, drawing in a calming breath. Her brow furrowed as she thought. Hmm, morning after stuff. Might get awkward. Or more intense. Either way, maybe I should make myself scarce for a while.

She went to the fridge, looking inside. Nodding, she began to make out a shopping list. After all, growing boys need to eat. Especially after getting so much...exercise. She giggled, finishing her list and whisking out to do some grocery shopping.

~~~~~~"So? What did you think?" Willow asked Anya.

Anya looked around the room at the spilled popcorn, pizza box empty but for a few crusts, and bags of mostly eaten chocolates. There were also curlers, nail polish, and assorted types of make-up scattered over most of the nearby surfaces. Tara lay pajama clad in a pile of messed up blankets and pillows that had served as a 'sleeping' area. Not that any actual sleeping had taken place.

She looked down at her own pajamcovecovered with little bright blue and purple kittens, then at back up at Willow. "I'm not sure. Are sleepovers always this...messy? And why call it a sleepover when no one sleeps?"

Tara giggled. "That's the point. You stay up all night eating, watching movies, doing each other's hair and nails and stuff. It's how we girls bond."

"What a strange custom."

"Well, yeah, I guess. But honestly...did you have fun?" Willow bounced on the balls of her feet, waiting hopefully.

Anya leaned over and grabbed one of the remaining bars of chocolate. Opening it, she took a bite. Around the mouthful, she mumbled, "Yesh. C'nwe do't 'gain?"

Willow clapped, flopping down next to Tara. "Goody! We can even make a regular thing of it. Maybe invite Buffy, if she's not too busy with Riley or patrolling. A real girl's night." Tara nudged her meaningfully, and Willow cleared her throat. Acting nonchalant, she too reached for a candy bar. "So, speaking of being busy...how come you were free last night? You usually have something going with Xander, or we would have done this sooner.

Anya shrugged casually. "Oh, Xander and I aren't having sex anymore. I broke up with him about two weeks ago."

Willow and Tara stared at her open-mouthed. Spluttering, Willow regained her voice. "Wha--why? I mean, I thought you guys really liked each other. What happened?"

A sad expression briefly passed over Anya's face. "Well, I couldn't keep him tied to me once I found out he was gay." She sighed.

Willow blinked.

Tara covered her mouth with her hand, eyes round.

Starting to feel like she was doing a fish impression, Willow snapped her mouth closed. "Um, Anya? What...what makes you say the Xander's gay?"

The ex-demoness waved a hand dismissively. "Oh, it's obvious when you know what to look for. So, I'm single again, and he's looking for the perfect man."

Tara and Willow exchanged helpless glances, knowing they weren't going to get much more out of Anya, then the blonde witch launched onto a different topic. "Anyway, Anya. Are you coming to the meeting tonight?"

"I suppose. What are we doing?"

"Just a little research, then probably a patrol," Willow interjected. "Same old, same old. I called Buffy earlier, and she said there was nothing pressing going on, and that she was heading out on a shopping trip with her mom. So we won't see her until tonight. What are your plans for today?"

"Not much. I was going to stop by Xander's, pick up some of my stuff that I left there. That's pretty much it."

"You know, since you're going there anyway, maybe you should tell him about the meeting tonight. We couldn't get ahold of him yesterday."

Anya nodded. "Sure." She looked down at her pajamas. Yep, still covered in fluorescent felines. "But first, I'm going to change."

~~~~~~Anya knocked on the door to Xander's house.

She waited.

She knocked again, and waited some more.

Finally, she pushed on the door, and went in when it creaked opened.

"Hello? Mrs. Harris?" No one answered, so she shrugged and made her way through the house, heading down into the basement. "Xander?" she called softly. At the bottom of the stairs, she halted.

There was something...odd here.

The shower was running in the background, which was bizarre considering Xander usually showered before he went to bed.

She examined the trail of clothes on the floor. When did Xander start wearing black jeans and red silk? She followed the trail to the messy bed, wrinkling her nose as the smell assaulted her. It smelled like...sex.

Anya turned as some muffled thumps sounded from the bathroom. Shortly thereafter, the water shut off, and there was silence. Then the door opened.

A fluttering feeling grew in the pit of her stomach as a naked Spike backed out into the room, pulling her equally naked ex-boyfriend with him and shoving him up against the wall, mouth latching on in a possessive kiss.

She saw the exact instant when Xander looked over and noticed her presence. His eyes grew comically wide. "Um, hi Anya."

Anya looked at Xander. She looked at Spike. She really looked at the two naked and aroused men wrapped in each other's arms, lips swollen. She looked at the bed, rumpled and smelling of recent sex. She again looked at Xander.

Xander fidgeted, which made him rub up against Spike in an extremely interesting manner. Needless to say, Spike was pleased by this, a fact which he made known by dipping his head and sucking in a rosy nipple.

Xander arched his back, trying to pull the vampire closer while at the same time attempting to dislodge the clinging mouth. Gee, undecided much? "Spi-ike!"

Around his delicious mouthful, Spike mumbled, "Wha? M'bsy." He walked his fingers down to Xander's hips, petting the smooth skin, then drifting over to take hold of his rapidly...softening...cock.

He pulled his mouth away with a wet sucking sound, scowling down at the limp flesh. "Bloody hell!" He glared over his shoulder at Anya. "Well, ta very much!" He let go of the offending handful, stalking unselfconsciously over to the couch and sprawling on it, pouting as he glared at the blank TV screen.

Xander salivated at the picture Spike made. Oooh, naked Spike on my couch! He had made a step in that direction, when a questioning voice halted him.

"Xander?"

His head whipped back around to his gir-- ex-girlfriend. "Um, Anya. This is...I can explain.e see searched the room frantically, rushing over to grab up the towel discarded the night before and wrapping it around him.

A snort was heard from across the room. Still disgruntled, Spike crossed his arms over his chest. "What's you're hurry, mate's 's not like you got somethin' she ain't seen before."

"Yes, thank you so much for bringing up that little--"

"Xander?" Anya's gaze darted between the two males. Her face took on a rather stern expression. "Xander, how long have you been having orgasms with Spike?"

Xander's mouth just flopped open.

Ignoring this reaction, she continued, "Because if you cheated on me with him while we were dating and you were still...confused, then I might have to do something drastic that would involve the extreme discomfort and/or removal of some body parts that most men happen to be very fond of. I can do that, you know. I learned a lot of interesting things over the centuries."

She breathed deeply and paused, waiting to see if either man would comment. "Of course, if you only started having orgasms with him after I found out you were gay and broke up with you, that's different." She looked at Xander expectantly. "Well?"

Xander's mouth decided that was its cue to start babbling. "I...we...I mean, my mom, she...and then Spike...and there was this movie...and that book...and then last night, it just...and we..." He stuttered to a halt, cheeks flaming red.

"Oh." Anya deciphered that as best she could. "Well, good. I'm glad you found someone so quickly. I'd hate to think you were pining over me, even if I am a girl."

"See, I didn't really--"

"And he's a vampire, they tend to be very good in bed. Did he do lots of exciting, nasty things to you?"

"That's not really---"

"What about his dick? Does he have a big dick? I didn't get a good look at it."

"Anya!"

"What?" She craned her neck to catch a glimpse of the vampire's crotch. "Spike, do you have a big dick? Can I see it?"

Spike smirked, about to stand and display himself.

"No!" Xander blushed as the others looked at him. "Um, I mean..." He glanced around desperately. "So, why are you here? And how did you get in anyway? Did my mom let you in?"

"No, she's gone, but the door was open. I came by to pick up some things I left here."

"Oh. Well, that's um...that's..." He moved to block Anya's view of Spike, trying to act casual about it. "What things?"

Anya walked over to Xander's closet, pawing through it and then emerging with a silk blouse, a red lace bra, and two pairs of thong panties.

"Huh. An' here I though those were Xanny's, and we'd get to play dress-up later." Spike sighed in mock disappointment.

Xander glared at him. "Ha. Ha." He noticed that Anya was once again staring at the two of them intently. "What!?"

"I'm getting mental pictures of the two of you together." She cocked her head thoughtfully. "Are you going to have sex again? Now? Can I watch?"

Spike had just started to nod, a delighted grin covering his face, when Xander yelped out another startled "No!"

Anya frowned. "No to which? You having sex now, or me watching?"

"Either! Both! Argh!" Xander tugged at his hair in frustration. Why is this my life? And the naked, sexy, extremely fuckable vampire on the couch is doing nothing to help this situation! Not for the first time, he cursed his wayward libido.

The ex-demoness sighed wistfully. "Oh. Well, in that case, I'll be going now." Clothes in hand, she ascended the stairs. At the top, she paused to add, "Oh yeah, I was at a...slumber party?...with Willow and Tara before I came over here, and they said I should tell you about the meeting tonight. Giles' place, 8:00. But if you don't want to come, I'll just let everyone know you're too busy having sex with Spike, and can't make it." With that, she left.

Xander sat on the floor with a thud. Head in hands, he began to whimper. "This is it. My life is officially over. I am so gonna be dead."

Spike just ignored him, eyes wide as he stared at the door Anya had just gone through. "Slumber party? With Red and that blonde number?" He drooled as a few choice scenarios ran through his head. "Hey, think they did any...spells? Now that would be a sight!"

Xander jerked his head up, horrified. I am horrified, right? That thought totally doesn't turn me on. I am not thinking about Wills and Tara and Anya doing naked things to each other. Not. Definitely not. His cock, however, made its opinion known by pressing painfully at against the cotton covering it, once again back to its full glory.

Spike sniffed the air, growling softly at the renewed scent of arousal he picked up. He prowled over to the boy currently sitting on the floor, knees bent up and cradling his head, which was shaking back and forth as barely vocalized denials rose through the air. "Pet? I got a...problem for you to take care of."

Xander raised his head, to be met with an up close and personal view of little Spike. Ok, not so little. You know what I mean. His legs flattened against the floor, and he put up no resistance as Spike pushed him onto his back, ripping the towel away.

Spike covethe the boy\ody ody with his own, dipping his head in for a kiss as he pushed their cocks together. He felt warm hands grip his hips, pulling him closer as the body under him surged upwards.

It didn't take long for them both to once more reach their pleasure, rubbing against each other in a frenzy of need. All too soon, Xander lay panting as the blonde traced his fingers through the sticky mess coating their stomachs.

Spike lifted a glistening finger to his mouth, tongue darting out to taste the combination of flavors. Returning it to the puddle, he idly traced a pattern over Xander's heaving chest. "Think we can get an invite to the next slumber party they throw?"

Xander began to whimper again.

~~~~~~Bev pushed her shopping cart through the store, occasionally consulting her list before plucking the corresponding item off the shelf. She wasn't even aware of the pleased, cat-ate-the-canary expression on her face. Ever so often, a girlish giggle would escape her, and she'd glance around to see if anyone had taken notice.

Looking down at her list, she didn't see the cart in her way, and proceeded to crash hers into it. Mortified, she looked up. "Oh, gosh! I'm so sorry! I wasn't watching where I was going!"

"That's all right. Happens to everyone." The other woman smiled kindly, although the blonde girl beside her looked vaguely irritated.

Bev squinted at the girl. Do I know her? She brightened. "You're that friend of Xander's, aren't you? I've seen you around a couple of times. What was your name again?"

"Um, Buffy. Do I know you?" Buffy looked confused.

"Oh, I'm Bev Harris. Xander's mom?" She held out her hand, which was taken by the woman with Buffy.

Joyce smiled and introduced herself. "I'm Joyce Summers, Buffy's mother. Wonderful to meet you." She glanced into the other woman's laden cart, blinking at the three bags of mini-marshmallow sitting on top. She chuckled. "I see someone has a sweet tooth."

Bev smiled. "Those are for Xander's new boyfriend. He absolutely loves them!"

Buffy's jaw dropped. "Boyfriend!?" she squeaked.

Joyce's smile grew slightly confused. "Xander's boyfriend? I thought he was dating some girl." She turned to her daughter. "Wasn't he dating one of those girls you...hang out with?"

"Yes! He's dating Anya!"

Bev waved hend ind in negation. "Oh, they broke up a couple of weeks ago when he realized he was gay. It was all very confusing for him, but he seems to have come through it just fine."

B was was still trying to wrap her mind around the idea of Xander with a boyfriend. "But...but..."

Bev continued, "Now he's with the nicest boy! Such a dear, and cute too! Actually, I think you might know him. He's foreign, has this really sexy accent. English, it is. Dyes his hair blonde, too. Isn't that a kicker?" She giggled again. "The black nail polish might be a bit over the top, but boys will be boys! His name's William...something or other. I forgot to ask."

Joyce nodded. "I think I've met him. I had him over once for hot chocolate. He certainly does like those marshmallows, doesn't he? It was so sad, though. He'd just broken up with his girlfriend and was devastated. I'm glad he's found someone to make him happy."

Buffy's eyes were bugging out. "Spike?" she whispered in disbelief.

Joyce frowned. "Yes, that was him. Such an odd nickname."

"Oh, it has something to do with his job. He does rail work of some sort."

Joyce nodded in understanding. "I wondered. I thought it might have something to do with...you
Bev covered her mouth as another giggle erupted. "Well, I suppose... I mean, you never know with kids today." The women exchanged conspiratorial glances.

"Spike!?" Buffy's voice was getting louder, but neither woman noticed as they continued to chat about how great it was that two such lonely boys had gotten together.

Eventu, Be, Bev sighed. "Well, I really must be going. It was lovely meeting you, Joyce."

"You too, Bev. We'll have to get together sometime."

"I'd love to! Do call me, won't you?" They exchanged phone numbers, and Bev left, pushing her cart in front of her.

Joyce nudged her daughter. "Isn't she an interesting person? I wonder why we've never met before, what with you and Xander being such close friends. And isn't it great about Xander and his new boyfriend?" She sighed, eyes misting over as she pondered the course of true love, then wheeled her cart off to finish her shopping.

Buffy stared down the now-empty aisle. "Spike!?"

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