Time After Time Series

(Characters - not ours, we're just playing with them)

"My lack of rest is not for lack of trying. I told you I keep remembering things," Alexander replied, rubbing at his eyes, "I seem to remember telling you I will not run again. I did it once, and it didn't work out so well. I won't leave just so you may rest easy with your books and your duty."

"I think you already know that what you are asking.... it is impossible." The door opened, and William closed his eyes in a silent prayer of thanks. The only thing that gave him comfort was that, very soon, the students would leave for their Christmas holidays. Then he could lock himself in his rooms with his books, and without those disturbing eyes making him feel things he didn't wish to feel.

Soon, he lost himself in the lesson. Almost. The boy would cough, make a sound, read a poem louder than the others in the class... little things, things that made it impossible for William to ignore him. William knew it was a ploy ... a way to prevent him from forgetting that particular student's presence.

Alexander kept up his usual tactic of drawing attention to himself as often as possible ... working to keep William's mind on him at all times. He still had to find a way to get the man to believe he wasn't just playing with him. He'd already written to his father informing him of his decision to stay on campus for the holidays, citing his interest in the classical mythology research position as an excuse. His father did not sound pleased with Alexander's choice of careers, but it was a respectable enough profession that he couldn't really protest. The real reason, of course, had more to do with the man standing in front of him reading a poem.

When the class was over, Alexander walked away with the rest of his group. He went straight to Professor Debenham and requested an audience for the following week, explaining that he was thinking of accepting his job offer after his graduation. The professor was delighted and readily accepted, unwittingly giving Alexander the perfect way to enter the professors' halls and William's room.


*

The dining hall was full. While most of the staff sat at a table that was elevated above the student tables, each student table was headed by a faculty member. It was William's turn to head one of the tables. He'd arrived a bit late, and thus he had no choice of which table to take. Yet, the minute he saw who would be sitting at his right, he faltered in his steps,

Alexander smiled cheerfully at William. His sleep was still disturbed, by memories but he'd tried to concentrate on getting to the nice, happy ones, so he'd managed to at least get some rest. That, coupled with his appointment with Professor Debehnam the following week, had put him in a good mood.

"Hello, Professor. Please, join us," he said, gesturing toward the seat next to him. He'd arrived early and spent some time being nice to the maids setting the tables, thus finding out where William was supposed to sit. He'd quickly secured the seat next to him and patiently awaited his arrival. He offered another grin as William sat down, "How has your day been?"

The way Alexander said 'professor,' William just knew the boy was still thinking of him as 'William'. Having no choice in the matter, he gave him a nod and acknowledged the other students' greetings as well. "Quite well, thank you."

William bowed his head and closed his eyes as the college's chaplain said grace. It might have been his imagination, but he was quite sure Alexander was watching him... watching his every move. Was he looking at his hands? He clasped them together tightly, feeling like quite the little virginal heroine protecting her virtues from a wolf.

***

[Present]

Xander burst out laughing so hard that the cot shook. "Virginal heroine? You" he spluttered. "Oh, that's priceless, just...priceless," he continued, trying to bring his giggling under control. "Virginal heroine, and I'm the wolf!"

Spike made a surly face. When that didn't stop the laughter, he twisted his body around and pushed Xander with his chest, trapping him against the wall. "Just so you remember who the wolf is in this life," he drawled, practically licking his chops. "And who the tasty, virginal morsel is, yeah?"

"Hey!" Xander protested both Spike's movement and his words. "I am not virginal! I will admit to being a tasty morsel though," he continued, wiggling his eyebrows.

Something flashed in Spike's eyes. He started to laugh, but abruptly stopped and slanted his mouth over Xander's. Firm, warm, and slightly trembling under him, he knew just how sweet Xander would taste. It wasn't in his nature to be gentle, and yet he flicked his tongue soflty along the seam of Xander's mouth and slowly probed its' entrance.

Xander froze, sitting perfectly still, as Spike tasted his mouth. Felt Spike's tongue push a little, and he immediately pulled back a little, just enough to meet Spike's eyes. Heart hammering wildly in his chest he leaned forward again, relaxing his lips enough to allow Spike entrance.

He'd only moved a few centimeters away, and yet it was enough to make Spike worry that Xander would bolt. And now, even as Xander offered his mouth, the erratic beating of his heart warned Spike it might be over before it started. But he wanted it to happen so badly, wanted Xander to see how good it could be between them ... if only he'd give it a chance.

Slipping his tongue inside Xander's mouth, he stroked his palate from a few angles, felt him let his breath out, and then stroked his tongue, slowly tangling them together. He wasn't quite prepared for the strong jolt of heat that passed between them. He battled his hormones, suddenly on overdrive, fought to stop himself from struggling against the chains in order to hold Xander and kiss him the way he wanted. Instead, he poured all of his emotions into a long, moist, burning kiss, meant to show Xander they belonged together.

At first, Xander just enjoyed the kiss, simply following Spike's lead. The only thing he could think about was how good this felt and how well Spike could kiss and oh god, that tongue was agile. Then, just as things started getting more intense, he felt something hard against his thigh. It took a few seconds for his mind to comprehend just what that feeling was, but the minute he did he started freaking out. He pulled away and stared at Spike in shock, then scrambled back to his previous position, a little further away from the vampire. "Back to the story before I have a melt-down."

Spike hesitated, and Xander could feel himself about to go nuts. "Spike, please, just...I need to think, please. Story."

He wanted to touch him... to hold him... to tell him it would be all right. But those were things he needed. Xander needed space. Giving a slight nod, he moved away too, and leaned his head back against the wall. "Story."

* * *

[flashback]

The students laughed and talked, joked together, mostly ignoring him. All but one. The one Professor Fine wished to the nether-corners of the dining hall. Large dark eyes, watching him, his every move, asking him for things no one in their right mind would put a name to. And then there was that smile. William dropped his fork, then quickly picked it up, looking around.

Alexander's smile widened as William dropped his fork, visibly unsettled. He quickly schooled his expression and, looking concerned, reached out to touch William's shoulder, making sure that his fingers grazed the man's neck over his collar.

"Are you okay, Professor? You seem upset."

William's heart slammed into his chest. He pulled away so fast, his chair almost tipped back. He worked his mouth, trying to formulate an answer, but felt other eyes on him and nodded. "I'm all right." He swallowed, and once he stopped being the center of attention, he spoke in a low, harsh whisper. "Mr. Harris, I insist you stop this."


"I have no idea what you're talking about," Alexander replied, "I merely wanted to make sure you weren't upset. You know what they say, Professor, all you need to do to show you care is reach out and touch somebody."

"You bloody well do know, you young whelp, you--" abruptly, he stopped when Alexander's explanation sank in. That was what Ariana used to do and say. She would 'accidentally' touch him while passing him a glass of water, or ink, or a book, and when he protested it was unseemly, or that someone might see ... that was her standard, lighthearted answer. He stared into the depths of Alexander's eyes... trying to see beyond his exterior. "Why do you do this to me?"

Alexander sobered up at the desperation he could clearly see in William's eyes.

"Because I can't seem to stop myself. I want you and I aim to have you," he replied. "I told you, I won't let you go again, and this time I'm not a young girl who doesn't know what she's getting into, so don't you dare use that on me," he hissed when William looked ready to protest.

"There is no having me! Good God!" William ran a shaky hand through his hair, then picked up his utensils. It helped him gain a semblance of normality, even if his food tasted like sawdust

"Well, not right now, obviously. We are in public, William," Alexander whispered, smirking at him. Ariana would never dare to say something like that but one soul or not, he was still himself and making William blush was his new favourite pastime. "I wouldn't be averse to having you later, however, when there are less people around," he concluded, waving his hand airily.

He was impossible! William forced himself to meet those laughing eyes. "I could have you expelled," he said harshly, under his breath... fighting the mental images assaulting his mind... impossible images of frolicking with the boy in the altogether. Images he didn't want or need, thoughts which he ought not have. This was madness, and he wasn't sure it had a thing to do with Ariana.

"You could," Alexander agreed easily, "but that would ruin my life, and you could barely give Imogen lines to write without feeling guilty about it later." One other difference with Ariana, the one that would make things turn out differently this time around: Alexander was stubborn as hell. Giving up was something he simply didn't do. "Tell me you believe me, and maybe I'll let you finish your dinner in peace," he said, looking into William's eyes.

Blast him. William lifted the watered wine to his lips and took a long drink, gaze still locked with Alexander's. The silence stretched between them. He put the glass down. "I don't know." A vein throbbed and pulsed at his temple. "Even if I did, it would change nothing. You are twenty years my junior... for God's sake, you're my student. And if you are her, then you know my taste does not run in the 'wrong direction'. This ends now, Mr. Harris. Right now."

Alexander stopped, his fork suspended halfway to his mouth. He had never even considered the possibility that maybe William would believe him but still reject him... had never thought that maybe his most important difference with Ariana was his very sex. Reeling in shock, he slowly turned toward William. The wrong direction. Wrong. He thinks my feelings are wrong because of what I am. Other people held the same opinion, Alexander had never fooled himself on that score, but William...he was different. He looked more carefully at the drawn face, noticing a slight twitch in William's right eye. That seemed familiar somehow, as if he'd seen it before.

A second later he remembered.

"Your eye is twitching, William," he said, face relaxing into a grin. "We both know what that means, don't we?"

"Excuse me, I seem to have lost my appetite." William got up quickly, leaving his barely touched meal. He made his excuses to the students at his table and got a nod from the head of the faculty. He had to get away from here... from him. Quickly. And then he'd need to find a permanent solution. He could not take this for too much longer.

Alexander watched William leave the room, fighting the urge to follow him. For the first time since he'd started this, he felt guilty for what he was doing to William. Looking down at his plate he pushed his food around a little. He finally reached a decision and left the dining room himself. He'd spoiled William's dinner, and he had to make amends. Alexander made his way down to the kitchen and arranged for a hot plate of food to be sent up to William's quarters. Once the tray was ready, he quickly scribbled a note of apology and made sure the boy carrying it knew where to take it.

He was still not giving up, though. He knew William was his, and he was going to make sure William knew Alexander belonged to him as well.

A mere quarter of an hour later, William was bent over his writing desk crying like he hadn't cried since those weeks and months after he'd first lost Ariana. Now he had Alexander's note in front of him, and next to it, every letter his first and only true love had ever written. Only a fool would miss the fact that the writing was the same. What in heaven's name had he done to deserve this? First, a woman above his station, and now, feelings for a boy. He ought to look for new employment... go far away, to another college. For how could he look into those eyes again, without giving himself away?

*

William stood at the door of his classroom wishing his students a Merry Christmas and a good time on their holidays. As they filed out, several gave him little, wrapped packages. Little did they know he abhored Christmas. Unlike the rest of the faculty, there was no Christmas greenery or decoration in his rooms, nor any festive candles or lanterns. Christmas was the coldest and darkest day of the year, as far as he was concerned.

One bright note... with the students gone, he could relax. He'd avoided Alexander easily enough these last few days. A few weeks of peace would do wonders for his state of mind.

Alexander busied himself at his desk, waiting until the rest of the class had filed out before he got up. In the past few days he'd allowed William to evade him, giving the man some time to collect himself, but now Alexander was getting impatient once more. He'd been dreaming the past again, and every night not dealing with Ariana was spent dealing with his own pent up frustration and his body's reaction to the mere thought of William.

"The students are leaving today," he said, as he sauntered up to William. "They won't be coming back for a few weeks."

"Hmm... yes, yes of course," William put his suddenly clammy hand out to shake Alexander's. "I do hope you'll have a restful holiday," he muttered, trying to finish this as quickly as possible.

Alexander held William's hand in his right hand, his left coming up to cradle the other man's wrist, rubbing gently over his pulse point.

"I always did love your hands. I used to wonder what they would feel like, you know," he said, staring down at their joined hands, "it makes my nightly pleasures feel a bit strange, what with imagining two different bodies and all." He laughed a little, looking up to meet William's eyes, "Your hands are always the same, though."

"Your nightly..." William's mouth went dry, his pulse... erratic. He pulled his hand away from the heat of the boy's touch. Bewildered by the unabashed confession, he stared at him, trying hard not to wonder whether his student lay in bed, or sat in a chair... whether he closed his eyes... whether he cried out, or cried into a pillow. Those thoughts would get him naught but into trouble. Deep. "I am at my wits' ends with you," he said, eventually. "You do know this is wrong. What you are doing... what you are saying. For God's sake... visit the chaplain... maybe he can talk some sense into you."

"It's no more wrong now than it was last time," Alexander insisted, "I love you, and as soon as you realise we're meant to be together, you will love me too, despite my physical appearance. Are you ashamed of being as you are?" he asked, frowning at William. "Do you really think this is wrong? And don't forget, William, I can tell when you lie."

"It is not acceptable. For many reasons, not just the obvious one. Now go home. Maybe some time away will help you think more clearly." Oh God, help me not to stare at him, as he stares at me.

"Very well, I'll leave you alone. Only for the present, of course." Alexander said, raising William's hand and kissing the inside of his wrist, "Think of me as I think of you, let yourself feel and try not to think too much." he instructed with a smile, "Perhaps you shall convince yourself and spare me the trouble," he concluded, and left the room.

Mouth open in shock, Professor Fine sagged against the wall. With one hand he massaged the burning spot on the sensitive skin of his wrist. What was he to do? How was he to burn these thoughts from his mind? How was he to sleep when Alexander had sowed more lewd thoughts in his mind in a few conversations, than he'd had in many years strung together? It seemed the one blessing he'd been cursed with - and he was well aware of the contradiction - had just been lifted. His trousers had gotten much too snug, and the clearly visible outline of his arousal was quite shockingly improper. Taking a calming breath, he closed his eyes and recited a poem, hoping it wouldn't be too long before he could walk out into the public corridors.

*

William basked in the silence. Most of the students were gone, as were many of the faculty. The college halls were his. He could mope, he could ignore Christmas, he could refuse to participate in the festivities, and no one would bother him. Or with him. It was exactly what he wanted. Exactly. He needed nothing more than his books, his pen, and his writing. He could pour all of his love... his heart into them, and they didn't cause him to bleed.

Closing his book, he rose from the bed and removed his robe before getting in. He loved the cold weather. Was it because he was a cold man inside? A puzzle for another night, he decided, and blew out the lamp. Merry Christmas, indeed. Turning on his side, he closed his eyes and hoped the bit of brandy he'd imbibed would help him find the comfort of sleep.

Alexander bid goodnight to Professor Debenham, promising once more to consider remaining at the college after his graduation. He smiled brightly at the man and moved towards the exit, not stopping until he was sure the professor had closed the door behind him. Once he heard the unmistakable click, he turned around and quickly made his way to William's rooms. He'd made sure to disable the lock on his first visit to Professor Debenham, and easily opened the door, quietly entering the room. It took him a few moments to get his bearings, but soon he moved towards William's bedroom.

He came to a stop over William's bed, looking down at him for a moment before kneeling on the floor and reaching out to touch his face. I wonder how much he can take before he wakes up?

William felt the comforting warmth, and moved toward it. "Cold," he muttered, trying to reach for the sun and smiled slightly as its' rays brightened.

Alexander smiled as William nuzzled into his touch. "Don't worry, I'll make sure you stay warm," he whispered into William's ear, moving further down to kiss his neck.

In and instant, the dream went from warm to hot. William was doing a reading for a small audience, and as he tried to get through the passages, he felt someone trailing hot, moist kisses down his neck. A finger slipped under his cravat and tugged on it. Couldn't they see? Was it an invisible force... a succubi? He stuttered slightly, and then continued under the watchful eye of some of his most esteemed colleagues.

Alexander smiled as William tilted his head, giving him more room to work with. His hand slipped down to work on the buttons of William's sleeping clothes, exploring the revealed skin. He'd been wanting to do this for two lifetimes, and finally getting to touch William was a dream come true. He kept placing soft kisses on William's skin, moving down toward his collarbone.

William turned his head to try to see, but there was nothing... just the glorious sensation of being loved. Loved? Nay, kissed and touched in a way he wasn't used to. He ought to be appalled at the idea of an apparition doing this to him, and yet all he wanted was to go to his rooms.... get away from his colleagues. The feel of a wet tongue stroking against the sensitive skin of his throat caused him to suck his air in... caused him to lose his place. Quickly, he scanned the passage and started to read again.

Hm...William seemed more worried than relaxed. Can't have that, can we? Need to make him all nice and relaxed for me. Alexander stroked William's skin, sofltly, easily, trying to gentle him into the sensation. "That's it William," he murmured against the man's chest, "relax for me."

Had that been a purr that broke out of his throat? Oh Lord, please let it have sounded like a sigh. As the invisible hands moved lower down his chest, his heart jumped in his chest. Thoughts of where they were going caused his body to react. He felt a flush staining his face, and crossed his legs. Concentrating was becoming more difficult by the minute.

"Relax, sweetheart," Alexander whispered, licking at William's exposed nipple. He groaned at the sensation, unbearably aroused by the mere taste of William. His hand stroked softly down William's stomach, never going lower than his navel.

Heat... like he'd never felt before. "Oh God!" William almost came off the stool. "P...pardon me," he said, straightening, trying to come to his senses. But it was impossible, the invisible hands... that invisible mouth ... that warm tongue trailing across his chest... his traitorous body, now his enemy. He bit himself so hard, he tasted blood. Then he started over, trying not to squirm, not to beg and plead. Not to touch himself.

That was it. That idea triggered thoughts of Alexander, with his big brown eyes. Alexander, smiling wolfishly at him, ready to pounce. Alexander, announcing how good it felt to think of him as he touched himself. Mild mannered Professor Fine was suddenly so hard, he could clearly see the outline of his erection in his pants. Quickly, he dropped the book down lower and stuttered through the next passage.

Alexander pushed the sheets lower, unbuttoning more of William's sleep shirt as he went. He accidentally grazed William's groin, pausing a moment to look at the obvious bulge. "Holy hell..." he exclaimed, eyes darting immediately upwards to gauge William's reaction to the noise, hands still massaging William's stomach.

The sweet torment suddenly turned into an intense fire spreading from his groin. William lost his book. Before it hit the ground, he was off the stool, pulling his glasses from his face and all but running out of the reading room.

Outside, he gasped for air... hoping the cool wind and rain would take away the sensations that only tightened their grip on him, doubling and redoubling his need. It was Alexander's fault... he'd turned him into a lewd and lascivious person. Taken his control. The next time that hand moved over him, he caught it... then battled himself, half wanting to push it away, half wanting to force it over his manhood. "Alexander, what have you done?" he asked in anguish.

Alexander heard the whispered words, smiling when he realized that William was dreaming of him. "I gave you what you needed," he whispered in reply. He let his hand graze William's erection once more, enjoying the moan his action elicited and undressed himself as quickly as possible before he got into bed with William.

He kept his body away from William's, only touching him with his lips, picking up where he'd left off, trailing open-mouthed kisses down his stomach.

The breath slammed out of William's lungs. "Oh, good Lord!" He hid around the corner of the building, pushing his back into the wall as that glorious, invisible mouth touched him, again and again. He didn't want to want this. It was wrong to accept a gift from a succubi... worse still to imagine it was his student. But he was weak, and his hips were moving of their own accord. Up... reaching... begging, begging ... "Please... please touch me... please..."

"Anything you want, love," Alexander whispered, slowly lowering his body down until he was barely touching William. "Is this what you want?" he asked, dipping his hips down so that he was firmly pressed against William, then lifting up again.

William desperately chased after the friction, arching into the touch, throbbing against the resistance he met. He was so thick and hard now, the pleasure and pain woke him. He thought at first that he was pleasuring himself, that he was dreaming of Alexander, but the sound of their combined panting brought him up with a start.

"Alexander! You can't be here... you're not allowed, oh, dear God..." and his body continued to betray him as his arms circled around his student's waist. It really was Alexander, he could see him distinctly in the moonlight. "You must go..."


"No," Alexander replied, bringing his whole body down to press William hard on the mattress, "Not going anywhere," he continued just before he kissed William with everything he had in him.

In his defense, William put one hand in front of him and tried to push Alexander away. But the stubborn boy wouldn't have it. William's protests died on his lips as silky, soft flesh under his palm sent strong tremors of desire though him, and he found his mouth otherwise engaged. For a young man, Alexander appeared to be very experienced. The way his tongue delved into William's mouth, the way it stroked and teased and danced. The way he deepened the kiss and withdrew his tongue in tandem with the motions of his body, the way he slowly drove William to the brink of madness.

When they broke for air, only a small shred of control returned to William. So small, he merely made a weak plea. "Mr. Harris, we can't... please go back to your room. Please..." His body still burned, still rubbed up against the younger man's, still reveled in the tangling of their limbs, still screamed for more. "This is wrong... all wrong."


"You keep saying that," Alexander stopped nibbling on William's skin long enough to glare at him. "Stop saying that, it is not wrong. Would this," he pressed his lips against William's again, delving inside once more to taste and touch all he could until William was pushing up against him, arms going around Alexander's waist to hold him close. "Would this," he repeated, "feel so right if it was wrong?"

Stealing from a biscuit jar felt good. Imbibing too much to drown your sorrows felt good. Being swept away by an opiate felt good. Sucking hard on your students slippery tongue, writhing against his young naked body, reveling in the feel of his arousal pressing against yours... that felt good. Not right... but good... Alexander was confused. But swamped by heady sensations, by the feel and taste of Alexander, William gave in to his hunger. Already thick, and painfully hard, he wanted... no needed so much more.

In quiet desperation, he smoothed his hands over Alexander's buttocks, kneading them, before letting one hand stray between the cleft of his cheeks and lower, to stroke and squeeze his sac. A moan of pleasure escaped him as Alexander jerked under his touch, and the skin he stroked tightened, stretched taut under his fingers.

Alexander gasped, eyes drifting closed to better enjoy the feeling. It'd been so long since he'd last felt this, too long since he'd had someone to trust enough to allow himself to enjoy this, and now...now William was touching him, and Alexander couldn't help but push back into the touch, wordlessly begging for more.

The way Alexander rocked back against his hand, the way he ground his erection harder into him, the way he panted near his ear, all of it inflamed William to new heights. For someone who usually finished up quite quickly, these tortures of the flesh were a new experience. An unnatural oath escaped his lips as he rolled over, and found himself sprawled over Alexander.

"You are a wicked, wicked boy," he whispered hoarsely, eyes clinging to the mouth that constantly taunted him with words that haunted ... words that struck fear into his heart ... words that made him think he would go mad at times. But right now, he only wanted to kiss and be kissed.

Alexander could barely get his mind to function. All he could think about was William. William's hands trailing fire across his body, William's chest pressed hard against him, William's cock rubbing against his own...Alexander may have started out in control of all this, but now he could feel the control slipping away from him, and he didn't care, all he cared about was getting more of this...more of everything William was doing.

"Wicked, yes," he said, arching his head up, trying to get William to touch him there.

Lowering his head, William delved his tongue inside, in and out, tangling it with Alex's tongue, rocking hard against Alexander at the same time. He was drowning in sensations that threatened to take the last shreds of his control. Where was the mild mannered professor? Why was his mind thinking things it shouldn't ... his body doing thing that were forbidden. Why were unthinkable thoughts and requests coming out of his mouth?

His hand slipped between them, touched Alexander's manhood, guided it against his. Now burning with desire, he growled uncouth, unfamiliar words. "I want to fuck you. I want to fuck you so badly, please Alex... Let me inside."

"God, yes," Alexander arched into William's touch, hips coming off the bed, pressing hard into William's hand. "Yes," he hissed, when William finally admitted what they both needed. "Want you inside, Will," he affirmed, spreading his legs wide and groaning as William shifted down with his movement. He'd been wanting this for so long, two lifetimes yearning for this man's touch... he could hardly believe it was finally happening. "Please," he begged when it seemed as if William wouldn't move, "Please, William, I need you,"

William hesitated. There were some roads taken that one could never come back from. He knew this was one of them... that no matter how much he ached, how much he burned to do as Alexander urged, it was wrong. At the end of the day, he... a man twice Alexander's age and experience, was taking advantage of him.

And yet, good Lord... how could he not? He would live to regret this... he would. But with all the other regrets in his life, this one might not cause him more pain.

He lifted himself off Alexander and stumbled across the room to the chest of drawers. He'd had archiving duty over the summer and purchased some hand treatment or salve. That should ease his entry, he thought, turning and walking back to the bed with a small jar in his hand.

Suddenly William was gone, and Alexander couldn't bear it, couldn't stand the thought that he was being left again. "William! Please don't go, please, I'll do anything ... just don't leave me again," he babbled, coming up to his knees and crawling across the bed toward William. "I need you, Will, please stay."

Words that were too personal... words that struck him to the core. Something he didn't need or want. Something he couldn't ignore. Also on his knees, William met him halfway across the bed, putting his arms around Alexander and joining them together. His night clothes were shoved away, tossed to the ground. Skin to skin, they writhed together. Kissing, fucking, feeling, touching. Oh God, it felt good to be touched.

Dipping his fingers into the pot, then dropping it carelessly, William slipped his hand down the cleft of Alexander's cheeks and started to prepare him. When the boy closed tight around his finger, he bit his lip. That's how he would feel around his arousal, clenching, swallowing him. He groaned.

When William kissed him, Alexander pushed frantically against him, needing to make sure that he would get what he needed. When he felt a finger slipping inside him, he very nearly ruined everything... it felt so good he nearly let himself fly apart. "Yes, William, just like that, need more, please, more." He wasn't even aware of what he was saying anymore, he just wanted William inside as fast as possible.

Slowly, William backed Alexander up to the headboard. He kissed him again, then started to turn him around. "Only this once," he said, in an anguished tone, trying to be clear... to not mislead, and at the same time wanting, needing this beyond all reason.

Alexander was about to protest, declare that they could never do this just the one time, but William pressed his fingers deeper inside and thoughts scattered, chased away by the pure pleasure of William's touch. "Don't stop," he whispered, voice hoarse and pleading, "more fingers, need you inside."

Accepting the concession, William moved his hand in and out a few more times, then pushed Alexander again, showing him that he wanted him to face the headboard. Immediately, he pressed his arousal up against the warmth of the boy's buttocks, skimming his mouth over Alexander's neck and broad shoulders as he positioned himself. "Now," he whispered, gripping Alexander's hip and thrusting forward.

"Oh God..." yes, the boy was now driving him to blaspheme. William shuddered, trying not to ram into Alexander again and again, trying to take it slow. He clenched his teeth, hid his face in the boy's neck, waiting for his body to acclimate itself to his presence. But if he spasmed around him again like that, William couldn't be responsible for the consequences.

Alexander grabbed the headboard so tightly he was sure the wood would give way. William felt so damn good sliding inside him, his breath brushing over Alexander's skin. He pushed back, slamming himself harder against William's cock, pushing him deeper inside. "Fuck, yes," he hissed as William's cock grazed his sweet spot. Alexander shifted a little, spreading his legs a bit more and leaned harder against the headboard, finding leverage to push back over and over again, forcing William to go faster, push in harder, just like Alexander needed him to.

"Don't... oh fucking hell..." The warning having fallen on deaf ears, William allowed himself to be swept along by his building passion. Pulling out, he slammed back into Alexander, hard and furious, holding him across his waist, constantly changing the angle of his thrusts. The blood was pounding so hard in his temples, he could barely hear or understand what Alexander was muttering. He didn't need to know anything, but that, right now, they were there for each other. Moving together, harder, faster... sliding and slamming, grunting, getting closer, oh so much closer.

But not enough... never enough. There was more to be had, and he would have it.

William slowed down, and Alexander immediately protested, only to be gently shushed by his lover. He felt William lean back, hands holding onto Alexander's shoulders and urging him to follow until he was straddling William's lap, still feeling him inside. He turned his head, seeing William lay on his back, and he realised that this new position gave him more freedom to move, to take control again. A soft moan escaped his lips at the thought, and he immediately started moving, riding William for all he was worth.

With the weight of Alexander's body on top of him, William had to exert more force as he raised his hips. But dear Lord, the way the boy was moving over him, milking him for everything he had, it was bloody poetic... a storm that gathered force and knew no end. He gripped Alexander's hips, pulling him up hard against him, guiding him, until his hand accidentally brushed against the hardness of the boy's cock. Then he knew he had to have it. Closing his fingers around the boy's length, he pleasured him in time with their breathless movements.

Alexander nearly screamed with the sudden pressure around his cock, redoubling his efforts to reach his peak. He clenched around WIlliam and moved as fast as he could, pushing his cock into William's fist and slamming back against William's cock. "So close, Will," he moaned, moving faster and faster.

Squirming, writhing against the mattress, plowing into Alexander, William was a man possessed. He could no longer stifle his cries or control his movements. A stream of desperate pleas left his mouth as Alexander instinctively tightened around him. Deep in the throes of pleasure, he stiffened and shuddered, all the while calling out for Alexander. "Alex... Alex, Alex..."

He didn't recognize his voice. Nor the man who came so fiercely. Nor the man who reveled at the thought of how hard his lover had come with him, as he ran his thumb one last time over the head of his arousal and listened to his panting breaths.

One time... it was worth it.


(Feedback very much desired)

(Response to some questions in prior comments: The Captain Spike/space adventure wasn't "for real." Spike made it up based on a t.v. show - it was a whopper and Xander caught him at it at the end of the story. Regarding current story, Lost And Found, Spike is almost 40, and Xander has been reincarnated 2X in that lifetime - first as Ari, and now as Alexander. *Hugs*)