Redefining Unlife

~ Part 9 ~

Stretching muscles long unused, Xander felt completely justified in wearing a wide, self-satisfied smirk. And so what if Anya might be cursing him from her afterlife - not every lover demanded multiple orgasms with each hard-on. Leigh hadn't seemed to mind so much. Smirk turned into a gentle smile, his lips sought the blond head at his chin. A movement from the slim body in his arms broke Xander from his thoughts. He tightened his hold into a firm hug, and softly said, "Sleep well, sweetheart?"

With catlike grace, the blond arched back into him. Arms slithered up to enfold Xander's neck, drawing him toward a sideways kiss. "Can't remember the last time I passed out from sex, luv. Was bloody incredible, thank you." Two pairs of bruised lips met in a gentle play of greeting.

Something strange (relatively speaking) dragged Xander's brain up from its half-sleepy state. While thoroughly enjoying luxurious kisses with his partner, he reran the past few minutes. 'Sleep well?' 'Yes, thank you.' Kissage began. What was wrong with this picture? The answer struck him like a ten-ton feather. "How ya feeling, Spike?" He tried with all his might *not* to tense at the realization.

Sated, thoroughly and deliciously satisfied. He couldn't remember the last time his body had hummed on such a frequency after making love. All he wanted now was another half hour cuddling with his lover, then maybe some food and more sex. Not necessarily in that order. It took a moment for him to catch what Xan had said to him. Him? Riiiiiight.

"Er, eep?" The blond made no move to push away from the warm arms so carefully holding him, but Spike's body prepared for a speedy departure in case of panic. Whether his or Xander's, he couldn't say. "Don't look at me, mate, I don't have a feckin clue."

He couldn't help it, really. Watching Spike's eyes grow to anime-sized proportions was just hysterical. Xander pushed his face into the crook of a pale neck, trying to stiffle the giggles before someone's recently returned male ego got smooshed. And that thought certainly didn't help calm his inappropriate sense of humor either. He snorted, turning a chuckle into an explosion of barking laughter.

"Hey now! I should take offense... for something... right? Fuck me runnin sideways, don't think me brain's shifting back to male mode yet." Whacking the shaking brunet's head felt good. Productive even. "Told ya, the Powers have it in for me. Had just gotten used to ya, now we'll be back to buddies or you'll wanna never talk to me again. Dammit-"

"Blondie," Xander began, his humor fading when faced with his lover's mood, "told you earlier, it didn't matter to me. I'm not the same narrow-minded moron you once knew, ok? This is - new and different, true. Might wanna give me an hour to assimilate the latest info, but... I wasn't lying when I said I like *you*. It's not your fault if this body isn't as cuddlesome as your alter-ego."

He knew the whelp was trying to push him out of a sulk. Of course his words were intended to provoke a reaction. And that's what they got. Spike narrowed his eyes, carefully considered his best course of action, and sprung in a move so fast Xander only saw a pale blur.

Flat on his back with a different blond straddled across his lap, Xander couldn't see how he was in any worse state than before. His eyebrow raised, his hands moved to frame (much skinnier) hips, he snickered at the look of righteous indignation from his lover. "You really weren't paying attention, were you."

"An just whatinhell was I supposed to use for attention gathering? Ya sucked me brains out through..." caught in memory, Spike's nostrils flared and his eyes dilated

"Mmhmm, and you tasted wonderful. Better than the most expensive chocolate even." Xander tried to hold off the physical reaction brought on by his own memories, but it was a losing battle. His cock twitched beneath firm buttocks, bouncing happily in greeting at their new playmates.

A dark chuckle, much deeper than hours before. "Yeh, guess ya aren't so unaffected after all." Grinding his arse across the firm length, Spike's body rose to catch up. "My turn, ain't it?"

Marathon sex wasn't unknown to him, having survived and satisfied Anya's enormous appetites often enough. So Xander gave a mental shrug to the mild shock of having his bedmate changing fun bits before round two could start. He ran through a list of 'damn, wish I'd had time to', only halfway listening to the baritone trying to claim his full attention.

One thing Spike really hated was being ignored. He had to allow the mortal a minute or two to get a grip of the situation... in theory. In practice, he wanted to reciprocate every tender touch he'd been given, and he wanted it NOW. "Time's up, luv. Now you just lay back and think of pretty English blonds, let ol' Spike show ya how the other half lives, yeh?"

Reaching over the side of the bed, he located a brown shopping bag, making a note to exchange a few items for their male counterparts. Later. For now, all he needed was a tube of lubricant. And thank the Powers he'd thought of picking some up. He placed it within arm's reach, then shifted so his face was inches from his lover's.

"Last chance ta say no, Xan. Really wanna do this." He leant forward, barely brushing their lips together, to finish his 'warning' against a warm mouth, "Ya gonna let me have ya?"

If he'd expected fear at the thought of losing the last of his virginity, Xander wasn't disappointed by its absence. He stretched his neck up that last bit, forcing hard contact between their mouths in a deep, wet kiss. Breaking off for air, he gasped, "Yeah, your turn, sweetheart. Show me."

Permission granted, Spike wasted no time in learning the brunet's body as his female form had been mapped. It was a relevation, this open access from an enthusiastic, giving partner. He'd always suspected that his previous lovers were less interested in offering pleasure than in receiving, but now that he knew... And a little Zeppo shall lead the way. He snickered against a throbbing pulse point before sinking human teeth into Xander's neck, chewing lightly when he heard a gasped 'fuck yes!'

Tweaking tiny brown nipples, he nibbled across trembling shoulders. His every touch seemed to only increase the tremors until he worried that the poor human might fall to pieces. By the time his tongue delved into Xander's navel, the brunet was openly pleading for mercy. Spike felt a spark of anger that none of the unworthy chits who'd enjoyed his lovely boy's lovemaking had ever returned his selfless attentions.

"Gods, Spike, gonna explode if you don't do *something* soon!" Xander was at the end of his rope. Never before had he been treated so... reverently. It struck him as beyond bizaar that only a demon had bothered worshipping his body as if he were a precious holy relic. "Please sweetheart..."

"Shh, just trying ta show ya how you made me feel, yeh?" Tongue thrusting suggestively into his lover's belly button, Spike knew he was on borrowed time. Like he had felt only a couple hours ago, so much concentrated effort directed at virgin territory was causing a system overload. And he really wanted to know where the hell all those stupid geek phrases came from. "Open up for me, luv. Just try to relax, an let me make ya feel good."

Xander's eye opened - he didn't remember it closing, but since his brain hadn't been working up to speed lately, he just shrugged the question away - and he looked down into sparkling blue eyes. Pure affection aimed straight at his heart in that one, simple gaze. He might not be a genius, but he wasn't stupid enough to turn down the unspoken offer. Raising his knees, he let his legs fall open, leaving him spread and feeling strangely vulnerable. He pictured how Spike had felt before, writhing from sensations in places he shouldn't have, and whatever feelings of dread might have reared their ugly voices just... fell into oblivion.

"All yours, hun." His voice cracked, and he coughed to clear his throat. "Trust you too, Spike."

The blond's lungs evacuated of all air, and he had to remind his body that it wasn't a necessary commodity. Speechless, Spike shifted til he lay nestled between tanned legs, his face hovering above the length that had brought him to such heights only a short time ago. He kept his eyes on Xander's face as his tongue flickered across the weaping crown, and he purred at the strong taste of his lover's desire. For him. All for him.

That babbling part of Xander's brain that kept up a running commentary of nonsense decided to inform him how much cooler the blond's mouth felt now. He agreed, trying to humor it. It countered with images of what else that mouth could be doing to him. He blinked, considered, reconsidered, and decided he approved. Mental debate at a standstill, he moaned and spread his legs farther apart, thrusting up and away from Spike's talented tongue.

Spike had never considered himself brilliant, except in reading his lovers. It was clear that the brunet wanted his mouth somewhere else, and with a little imagination (that had his demon howling in glee) he sucked a swollen ball into his mouth. The other received its share of attention, even as Xander's hips lifted further off the mattress. Then it clicked, and Spike scrambled to locate a pillow, shoving it beneath his beauty's arse and diving between rounded cheeks.

Each touch of his blond's lips and tongue brought sounds of approval from his disconnected vocal chords. Xander didn't even care what he might say at that point, as long as Spike never stopped. And it just kept getting better, his cock and balls suckled til he was ready to burst. But no, the main event wouldn't be as much fun without his partner's full participation. And yes, folks, vamp speed has many uses outside the bedroom too. He should have anticipated it, but the introduction of a tongue to his puckered hole still made him scream. In a manly way.

Dragging his face away from Xander's arse, Spike chuckled at his darling boy. "Yes, luv, ya scream real manly. Now how bout holdin yer legs open for me, yeh? Wanna get a better look atcha."

The request made sense, and didn't make him feel nearly as uncomfortable as he'd expected. Probably because, before he had the chance to turn it over in his muddled brain, Spike's tongue pierced through the tight ring of his asshole. After that, all Xander's mental voices voted on shutting up and letting the blond have his way. The silence was golden - it let him focus on the million nerve endings he'd never known he had, that Spike seemed to understand cus he kept twisting and swirling his tongue (gonna have to give it a medal for performance above and beyond the call of duty) and wasn't that just fuckin perfect.

It took every bit of Spike's considerable willpower to keep him from cracking up, listening to his human talking to himself. The blond vaguely remembered doing the same thing a few times recently, which helped strangle his laughter before it could interrupt his oral exploration. Hot, tight and clutching, he wanted nothing more than to bury his cock in that wonderful hole... and he would, soon enough. Just a few more minutes to stretch it open, loosen muscles that didn't know how to accept the intrusion of... He had to stop thinking before he embarassed himself.

"Dammit blondie, you've already got the lube handy. I'm dying up here! Stick your dick up my ass before I forget who's driving this time and jump your scrawny butt."

Well, that certainly helped put things in perspective. He let the laughter out, vibrating his chin between flexing buttocks. The brunet had been paying attention, after all. Slick in hand, Spike squirted a generous amount onto his fingers. He stuck his tongue back inside one last time, kissing Xander's hole lovingly, before replacing it with two fingers. And yes, he was mildly impressed at how easily they slipped in, but he had hardly given the lad much time to think.

Xander could've cried in relief, finally feeling something more substantial slide inside him. He marvelled at himself for not weirding out over the idea of being penetrated, but that concern only lasted long enough for those lovely digits to wiggle around and find his prostate. He was not unfamiliar with the male pleasure gland, although it had been awhile since his had seen any action - Anya had been more concerned with her own orgasms, and playing with his asshole tended to limit her favorite toy's recovery time. Spike curled his fingers and pushed them in a steady in-out rhythm, and Xander decided to turn his brain completely off. This felt too good to waste energy on thinking.

"Glad you agree, luv. Ya ready for me, Xander? Don't wanna hurt ya none, but I'm bout to burst here."

"Oooh yeah, all systems go, Cap'n. Proceed with re-entry on my mark."

Snickering, Spike rolled his eyes, even as he slathered lube along his erection. "Figures yer subconscious voice is a Star Trek geek, Harris. Wanna come back online nuff ta join the party though? We're bout to the good part here."

He hadn't gotten a look at the blond's dick before this began, and Xander wasn't sure if that helped or not now. He felt something round and tipped with moisture poking against his body's exit, and... breathed out. A deep, thorough exhilation. He almost wanted to laugh at the look on Spike's face, when his relaxed muscles seemed to suck the first half of the blond's cock inside in one swift glide.

"Don't blink at me, blondie. Told ya, I picked up a few tricks. Never practiced them, but I did remember, ok?" Xander wiggled his hips an inch or so, adjusting to the incredible fullness of taking the blond's erection into his body. And regardless of his father's loud opinions, he didn't feel any less manly for it. "Whenever you're ready to start, Spike..."

"If yer mouth is still working, I must not be doin this right." Giving an experimental thrust, Spike found himself sliding deeper into the heat of his lover's body. It was still virginal tight, but he quietly applauded his boy for keeping himself relaxed enough to make this painless. He pulled out til only the head of his cock remained inside, then pushed all the way back, angling to hit Xander's pleasure button. He patted himself on the back at the wordless scream he'd provoked. "There, that's a much better look for ya, luv."

Gasping around his heart - which had, at some point between waking and having a hard cock spearing his ass, lodged itself in his throat - Xander managed to stumble over a direct order to "Shut up and fuck me, Spike."

The blond forced his micro-thrusts to halt. Leaning forward, he pressed his lips to his lover's mouth, letting their kiss express what he couldn't name. Hell, it had worked before. He let Xander break for air, whispering against his cheek, "Not gonna fuck ya, Xan. Wanna make love to ya. Just like you did for me, k?"

For several heartbeats, Xander could only stare into guileless blue eyes. He blinked back a light film of moisture, refusing to acknowledge tears of emotion, and nodded at his lover. "Yeah, want that too. All of me, for all of you, right?"

"S'xactly right, luv." Spike joined their mouths again, slipping his tongue into play as his erection slid back inside Xander's body. He couldn't believe how... tender he felt from the act. Almost as emotionally wrenching as when Xander had taken him... and there it was. The exchange of their most personal, guarded selves. He gulped back a moan (that might've resembled a sob, if Spike was capable of something so girly). "Feel so good, just perfect, Xander."

As long as he'd been hard, Xander knew he was close to orgasm. But he didn't want to be alone for it. "You fit so well inside me. Christ, Spike, never knew." Hands scrabbling for purchase, he clawed down the blond's back, leaving red streaks and drawing a howl from his lover.

Demon gold eyes glittered open. His human! With a possessive snarl, Spike thrust faster into that sweet arse, relishing the pleasurepain of his Xander's fingers drawing beads of blood across his shoulders, down his spine.

Had he really believed he couldn't get more turned on? Impossibly, Xander's arousal doubled when his lover shifted into gameface. He, Xander Harris, had caused the Master vampire Spike to lose control. His balls tightened close to his body, and he clenched his ass muscles around his lover's pounding prick. "Cum with me, Spike. Wanna feel you cum in me."

Alright then, no more need to hold back, if Xan's that close. Mouth open to show distended fangs, Spike panted on each thrust, balls bouncing against his lover's delicious arse. And when that same arse gripped his cock in a vice of velvet heat, he threw his head back and howled out his climax, filling his beauty's hole with tepid semen.

Three, four, five more strokes. Five blissful passes of cock against prostate. Xander pulled one hand away from its hold on the blond's shoulder, grabbing his own neglected hard-on. He might later be embarassed by it, but only two firm twists of his wrist - combined with the feeling of cool cum flooding his butt - sent him over the edge. He joined Spike's howl with his own triumphant scream.

Spike was rather proud of himself. Unlike their earlier, reversed position, he didn't quite pass out. Came bloody close, but no one else would know that. He also managed to keep his eyes glued on his darling's face, and the expression of shocked bliss made his gameface flicker back to the fore. He well remembered waking up in Xander's arms, how... grounded, cherished he had felt. His sweet mortal deserved the same consideration. As the brunet's breathing slowly returned to normal, Spike shifted his weight, slowly allowing his relaxed cock to slip out of his lover's body, and maneuvered them around the bed for a better snuggling position.

He was held in such secure arms, however undone Xander felt from their lovemaking, his lover kept him from flitting away. And some part of him (the babbling dufus who spoke in geekspeak) wanted to do just that. He remembered cautioning Leigh about feeling this... exposed, vulnerable. But he'd never expected to have that emotion rampaging through his own psyche. It was peaceful in Spike's embrace - he seemed capable of scaring off any random thought, or at least able to overwhelm it with a thesaurus of kisses. Each joining of their lips spoke a different language, and Xander would happily devote years to the study of Spike kisses.

The blond in question found himself laughing alongside Xanderbabble(TM), enjoying his human's rambling thoughts and the justifications that the brunet used on his mental voices. "Is this a private conversation, luv, or can anyone join?"

"Hmm? Oh sure, come join the party, blondie. One more won't fry my brain. I hope." He waited for the freaking out to start, and was more than a little unnerved when it didn't. Which was as it should be. He'd just given his gay virginity to the bleached menace - this deserved freakage, right?

"Thought you'd quit calling me that, Xan. But you're welcome to 'freak out' only if I can too." Spike waited for Xander's eye to focus. "There's blood on the blanket, luv. That's from me, isn't it?"

The brunet tightened his arms, hugging his lover close. "Yeah, told you I was sorry when it happened."

"Want to tell me what exactly happened, pet?" Spike felt he was being the model of patience. Even if he wanted to pull the explanation out of his darling's beautiful mouth with his claws.

Xander blinked once, twice, then remembered how Leigh had been at the time. "Oh right, you were kinda out of it... I.. uh.. I popped your cherry, Spike. Literally."

As a Master vampire, Spike had no problem with a little blood with his sex, or vice versa. But he had never been a mostly human woman with a fully functional hymen before. He considered his 'feelings', cringing even as he did so, and concluded that Xander had the best mode of dealing with these things. He blinked a few times, then kissed his lover.

"Right. Remind me to steal the covers, Xan. Wanna souvenier." That settled, he was ready for sleep.

"Huh?" But apparently, his darling pet wasn't.

"Tradition, innit? Mornin after the weddin, shows proof that the bride was untouched before hubby broke'er in."

He started counting, and managed to get to five before:

"Wedding. Which one of us is the wife? Cus, well, we both got our cherries popped. Unless we're only counting the literal deflowering, in which case that would mean you wear the skirt, cus I got to keep my bits where they belonged but you've switched at least twice, or once tonight, but that's enough to count you as the wifely party-"

Sleep called, so he did what any intellegent being would. Spike stuck his tongue down his lover's throat, stemming the tidal wave of babble before it could reach epic proportions. He only stopped when Xander's face began changing colors.

"Neither of us is the wife, luv. Vampire here, we aren't exactly suited to the 'holy' state of matrimony. So unless you want to be my consort, we can just shack up somewhere and I'll call ya Martha on alternate Sundays, k?"

And there went the blink again. "Huh. Y'know what's really scary?"

"No, but you're about to tell me anyway, aren't you."

"Uh huh." Another long blink. "What's scary is that... I understood the Martha thing, and... it sounds good to me."

"Huh." Blink from the blond team. "Sounds like we should have a talk over breakfast, eh lover?"

"Yeah. Sleep now, talk and eat after shower."

Spike treated his more agreeable lover to a series of sweet kisses, gentling him to sleep. Only after the mortal's breathing patterns showed him to be completely gone did the blond let himself drift off.

~ * ~

For the first time in his long unlife, Spike woke with a strange sense of hope. Rested and replete, he drew Xander closer with strong arms, replaying the odd dream he'd just had. A visit from the Powers That Be. In a long-winded jumble of implied oxymorons, the general idea came through clear. After some thought. He was always intended to come back in one form or another, originally to be bound by the amulet to Wolfram & Hart (and Angel by proxy). But thanks to his little temper tantrum, they had rerouted the terms of his return to a corporeal form. And if his payment for that was a month spent in a woman's body, he would happily pay it as often as necessary. He'd received his own personal shansu: a lover who would devote as much energy and affection as he needed, who didn't care what the package looked like.

He let a smile of perfect contentment spill across his face as he watched Xander's loving brown eye open, leaning toward him for a good morning kiss. Yeh, unlife was good.

~ The End ~