It's An Adventure

"Cordelia is gettin' the information from Giles. *Real* information." Spike told the others. He gave Angel a stern look. "Now I want a *room*." He smiled. Beautifully. He walked over to the couch, picking up Xander's hand. He sighed. Dramatically. "I want to sleep. I need my little Xany with me." He leaned down, giving Xander a bussing kiss on the lips. "I just can't sleep without him anymore. Call me crazy, but I'm in love." He fluttered his eyelashes at Angel.

Xander choked. "Ah, *honey*." Xander gave Spike's hand a hard squeeze. He'd have broken bones had it not been a vampire's hand; Spike just smiled down at him and raised their clasped hands to his lips, kissing Xander's. "I was going to go out and buy Angel a nice TV. You know I love my TV, *sweetums*." Another hard squeeze, useless as the first.

"He can buy his own TV on his *own* time. We're here to get the, um, *thing*. Whatever the bloody hell it is. An' seeing as how I'll have to battle Bleathvores for it, I need some rest. No time for telly, pet."

"Well," Wesley stood. "I've a perfectly good room here, *with* furniture." He smiled. "Well, a bed and chair, at least. You two are more than welcome to it. I won't be needing it any time soon. I'll have to see to the research and such. I'm not certain the type of weapons needed to vanquish Bleathvores, but I'll look into. See what Giles has to say."

"Wesley, you don't have to give up your room to Spike." Angel stated, standing big and wide, arms across his chest. "Spike can help with the research."

"Wes, you don't have to-"

"Splendid!" Spike cut Xander off and ignored his Sire. "Can't quite put you to all the horrible things I've heard about you, mate. You seem a fine chap, really. Show us to your room." Spike gave a smile Angel's way and pulled Xander up.

"Spike, really. I've known you to be up for *days* at a time. Why this sudden need for rest?" Angel asked.

Spike waggled his brows, grinning and holding up his and Xander's clasped hands. "I *need* some *rest* Peaches! Get me?"

"Well, I'm not tired at all, and I think Angel *needs* me to go buy him a decent television!"

Spike sighed and rolled his eyes. "Still so innocent, despite all I've done to and taught him!" Spike turned, slid his hands into Xander's hair, cupping his head, and kissed him. He thrust his tongue into Xander's open mouth. Spike moved his hands to Xander's shoulders and pulled the boy close as his tongue slid along Xander's, reaching up to tickle the roof of Xander's mouth. He pulled back to smile at the dazed man. His smile went to Wesley. "Lead on."

"Um. Yes of course. Follow me." Wesley started and Spike followed, leading Xander along by his hand.

"Here you are. Perhaps I should get some fresh sheets-"

"No need. Thanks so much. We'll strip the bed. Bye." Spike pulled Xander into the room and shut the door in Wesley's face.

"Well, *that* one is perfect company for Peaches!" Spike took off his duster and threw it on the chair.

"You!" Xander gasped, finally finding his voice.

Spike sat on the bed and began unlacing his boots. "Yep. *Me*. This again, pet? Me Spike, you Xander. Thought we covered this already." He stood, bootless, and began undoing his jeans.

"You!"

"Yep, me." Spike drew his shirt over his head and pushed down his jeans, stepping out of them. He lay on the bed, naked, and patted the spot next to him. "Lay down, Xany."

"You *kissed* me! And now you're *naked*! Why in the *hell* are you naked?"

"I'm seducing you, Xander. Get with the program, pet." Spike patted the spot next to him again. "Come, on. Be a luv and lay down. Oh, yeah, take off yer clothes first. That be quicker."

Xander giggled. He *started* with giggles and quickly made his way to full on guffaws. "Spike! Cut it out! We're alone! Game's over."

Spike gave a very put upon sigh. "Fine, Xander. Make it hard on me." Spike rolled off the bed and walked to Xander.stoostood before him and looked into his eyes. "I *am* going to have you, pet." He waggled his eyebrows, causing Xander to start giggling again.

"What? Spike! What's wrong with you? Spike?"

Spike pressed his naked body to Xander's and kissed him again. Hard. Nothing tentative about Spike's kiss. His tongue thrust in, claiming Xander's mouth as his own, as his hands went to Xander's jeans. Xander was unbuttoned and unzipped before he could catch a breath. His jeans and boxers were pushed down and over his ass, falling to gather at his knees, and Spike was cupping his naked ass in seconds, pulling the Xander's pelvis against his naked hardness. Spike moved his mouth from Xander's mouth to his ear, biting and sucking at the earlobe. "Come on, Xander. Just a bit o' fun for us. Fun is good." Spike whispered into Xander's ear, reaching down and taking hold of Xander's flaccid cock. He began rubbing it as he sucked Xander's earlobe. Spike trailed his cool tongue from Xander's ear to his throat, stopping to suckle at the juncture of neck and shoulder. He pulled away to quickly pull Xander's T-shirt over his head, tossing it over his shoulder. Spike reached back down to Xander's growing erection. "Just all part of the adventure, sweets."

"But-," Xander began.

"Shh." Spike maneuvered Xander to the bed, pushing him down upon it.

"I don't want-"

"Shh." Spike knelt down and removed Xander's shoes. He pulled the jeans and boxers off and pushed Xander down, coming on the bed and astride Xander. He smiled down into Xander's confused eyes. "You'll be fine, pet. Don't *think* anymore. Just feel, luv. Open your mouth"

Xander did. Open his mouth. To vocalize his adamant protest, he was sure, but Spike's tongue was in his mouth and down his throat before he could get a word out. And his hands! His hands were doing all kinds of horrible-*wonderful*-things to his body and they robbed him of his ability to speak. To protest. To shout out "no!" And he would have. Of course he would have, but how could he talk when Spike was sucking and biting at his nipples like that? And Spike's finger was in his mouth and he was sucking on it, drawing the digit deep, and loving the feel of it as it pressed down on his tongue. And Spike's hand-that evil, demonic, *wonderful* hand, was working at his cock like a dream come true, and Spike's mouth was sliding cool fire down his chest to his navel and sucking it! Licking it! Swirling his tongue around and *in* it! So, really, all he could do was moan and thrust his cock into the hand that held it, and *GOD* now into the cool mouth that engulfed it! *All* of it, and Jesus, *yes*. But that felt so *good*! Xander could only whimper in protest when the mouth left, but it came *back*, and a cool hand was holding on to and cupping so sweetly at his balls and JESUS, but a wet finger was sliding into his ass now, and oh my God, what was it *doing*? Don't *stop* doing that, please don't stop. Hands, and mouth, and murmurs, and, God! It all felt so good! And then Spike was over him, smiling down at him, and his legs were pushed wide and open and up and he felt a burning and a tearing and a pushing and it hurt but it felt *good*, so good, and Xander was pushing back against it and still it hurt but hurt so good and *more*, please. More, oh yes, fuck me, fuck me. And God yes! And the cool hand still working at his cock, and the fullness thrusting into him and now a cool mouth and tongue working at *his* mouth. *With* his mouth. Tongue sliding in and taking over. Xander's hands went to Spike's shoulders, holding the vampire close as he was fucked and licked and jacked. Xander was mindless with pleasure, whimpering, moaning, begging, and clawing at Spike's back. And then he was cumming. *Too* soon, shooting himself across their stomachs, sealing them together, wrapping his arms and legs around Spike, thrilling in Spike's shout of completion and the cool jetting of Spike into his depths. Xander kept himself wrapped tightly around the cool body of the vampire over him, listening to his soft purrs, for several minutes-hours. He didn't know.

And then he was breathing again. Panting, really. Dizzy, because he hadn't taken a breath since that mouth had taken his cock all the way down into its cool tight depths, he was sure. Had *any* thing ever-in this world-felt so wonderful? Had *he* ever felt so wonderful as he did right now? Jesus! *Spike* had made him feel like this! What should he say? What should he do? What did this make him? He placed his still shaking hands on Spike's shoulders.

"Spike?" He whispered, tentatively.

Spike snuggled his body closer. Xander heard a soft snore. The vampire was asleep.