Tainted Returns

AN: Many, many thanks to my brand new beta, Beamer, for her wonderfully thoughtful beta of this chapter. Without her, it wouldn't be near as good as it is. Her grasp on rythmn and flow is exemplary. Thank you. I hope this will be the beginning of a long a fruitful association.

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Part Seven
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Xander's moan in response to Spike's demands was more than half growl. Spike's eyes remained glued to Xander as he strolled to the end of the bed, slowly peeling his shirt over his head as he went. He turned, eyes bright, running his hands down the plains of his chest.

Spike rattled the chains in frustration as he watched Xander perform a slow strip, teasing as he took the time to touch each portion of flesh as it was revealed. Spike moaned low in his throat. He couldn't touch himself; he couldn't touch Xander. He couldn't even help remove clothes. The waiting - the chance to 'cool down' -- should have given him time to think, but damned if all this didn't turn the heat just that much higher.

His anticipation growing, Spike watched Xander methodically strip away each piece of clothing. A moan caught low in his throat as Xander, finally divested of his garments, crawled onto the bed, and slowly inched his way up Spike's body. Xander took his time, exploring every part of Spike, his large, hot hands searching, finding, touching everywhere but where Spike most wanted them to be -- hands that while strong enough to do damage, but were surprisingly gentle and tender.

Spike couldn't take it. He'd expected -- wanted -- rough, raw, wild shagging. What he was getting was *so* much more.

"Xaannder!"

Xander chuckled, the sound throaty and strained. "Yes, Spike?" he breathed, panting lightly as he stopped completely, waiting.

"Don't stop!" Spike exclaimed, his own voice a little breathy. "Just fuck me already!" Spike froze, his breath caught in his throat. Had he actually *said* that?

Xander gasped above him, the grip on his hips tightening. "Pushy, pushy," Xander whispered teasingly, completely ignoring Spike's demands as he resumed his slow torturous climb. But *now* he bent low, his mouth touching -- caressing, sucking; his tongue darting out to taste. He hummed as he sucked one erect nipple into his mouth, rolling the tiny nub gently between his teeth. A moment later, his tongue darted out, soothing it.

Spike's eyes rolled back, his lids half-closed as Xander sucked and nipped his way to the other side, giving equal time to his other nipple. He fairly snarled when Xander's mouth *finally* reached his, and their lips met with bruising force, tongues dueling for control of the kiss.

Suddenly Xander pulled back, slipping his hands beneath Spike and yanking him down until he was laying flat on his back.

Spike gasped, but before he could say anything, Xander had reclaimed his mouth, Xander's tongue demanding immediate entry. Spike granted it, his lips parting almost automatically. He was floating in a sea of sensation, Xander's hands working his entire body into one giant erogenous zone, their constant motion seemingly hotwiring every single one of his nerves directly to his groin and his weeping cock.

Xander broke from the kiss, panting, trailing moist breathy kisses across Spike's jaw and down his throat.

Spike threw his head back, giving complete access to that most vulnerable part of himself. "Yesss!" he hissed as Xander deftly unbuttoned his jeans finally freeing him from the confining material. Events blurred a bit for Spike after that, Xander managing to free him of his remaining clothing, all the while never completely losing skin to skin contact.

Spike's skin felt alive, every touch, every sensation heightened. He could feel the slight breeze through the room rustle the sprinkling of hair across his body, the incredible heat radiating from Xander's body, the coarse material of his jeans crumpled around his bound ankle, Xander's hands, Xander's mouth, Xander's tongue -- Xander's incredible tongue doing incredible things to his inner thigh.

Spike's legs parted without thought from him. He wasn't capable of rational thought. He both prayed for and feared the moment Xander actually touched his cock, believing he might actually cum from just that additional stimulation. He felt out of control.

Suddenly everything stopped, and he whimpered, his body crying out for more. He snapped his eyes open, only to find Xander staring at him. He arched off the bed as Xander bent down, the very tip of his tongue darting out to lick across the slit of his cock. "God, YES!" he shouted, electric shots of pure lust radiating out from his groin to his toes, his body now shaking with raw need.

Two hands grabbed firm hold of his hips, pinning him in place. Xander then, leaned forward again, sucking the crown of Spike's cock into his mouth.

Spike let out groan, struggling against the hands that prevented him from moving, wanting nothing more than to thrust into that hot, moist haven. Ever-so-slowly, centimeter by torturous centimeter, he was drawn in, Xander's tongue curling around his cock. Then, abruptly, it too was gone.

"Arrrrrr," he bellowed in frustration, eyes locking angrily onto Xander's.

Xander simply lifted his hand and sucked a single finger into his mouth, lathing it with his tongue.

Spike's eyes widened. **Oh!** He panted, his hands clamping around the chains as he watched that finger descend. He tensed the instant it touched him, sliding down behind his balls to the puckered opening.

"Shhhh," Xander soothed, not practicing, just firmly caressing the ring of muscle. "Let go," he encouraged in a hoarse whisper, "Let someone else be in control."

Spike swallowed, forcible relaxing back onto the bed.

"Nothing dangerous here," Xander continued soothingly as he slipped the tip of his finger just inside that first ring.

**Nothing dangerous!?** Spike thought wildly, moaning as Xander's finger slipped the rest of the way in, now moving slowly inside him.

**No, just everything I am!** Staring into those lust-dazed, caring eyes, he could so easily lose himself to--

He stiffened, raising his head slightly. "Release one manacle," he said quickly, "let me roll over."

The finger stilled, even as Xander brought his other hand to Spike's cock and began slowly working it from base to tip and back again. "Why?" he asked.

**Too much,** Spike thought frantically. **This was just supposed to be a good shag! Xander will go back to normal and I'll be alone again. I can't do it like this.**

"Spike?" Xander asked, and Spike was startled to discover that they were now face-to-face, Xander's body covering his, Xander's hands working soothingly through his hair. The warm weight of the body pressing against his was at once both comforting and, truth be told, a little scary. *This* Xander had the strength to be an equal. This Xander could actually be strong enough to-- No. *This* Xander wasn't going to stick around. Spike had been down this road once already -- was *still* down it in fact. He was *not* going down it again.

He simply shook his head. He couldn't explain without sounding like a ponce, without humiliating himself further. Xander couldn't possibly understand what it was like to *feel* loved only be rejected immediately afterward. Spike did. He'd felt that aching void time and time again. He'd felt it until he'd finally lashed out, wanting to hurt the person who'd hurt him more deeply than should have been possible.

"I want to see you, Spike. I want to watch your eyes as you cum with me buried to the hilt inside you."

Spike's eyes widened, and he wanted to deny the request. He wanted to ignore utterly what the words implied. He wanted to demand this change back to the fun shag it really should have stayed. But one look into those soulful eyes and he was lost.

"Let me watch you."

Resisting the urge to close his eyes, Spike nodded on the the movement barely perceptible. He felt like he was giving up all control, and he couldn't believe how terrifying that was. It felt like he was offering himself up on a pedestal, knowing full well that sooner or later that pedestal would come crashing down, leaving him broken once again. How many times could he survive that and remain fixable?

Spike was left feeling vulnerable, and oh so very exposed as Xander's weight disappeared, taking all warmth as he went.

"X-Xander?"

Xander was back in an instant. Positioning himself between Spike's ankles, he held up the object of his search.

Spike took a shaky breath, unneeded though the air itself was, and bent his knees, spreading his legs wide as Xander coated his fingers with the slick he'd retrieved. He moaned again as one finger returned, pumping slowly in and out, the tip finally hooking just right.

Stars exploded behind his eyes. **Hell's bells!!** he thought. He'd forgotten what that felt like. Almost no time later, a second finger joined the first in easing its way inside, the two scissoring as he relaxed into the intrusion. Soon, he was rising up to meet Xander's thrusting fingers. He faltered briefly, whimpering as Xander's fingers withdrew until only the very tips remained.

"Yessss," Spike groaned as Xander eased a third finger inside him. His eyes drifted shut as he ground his hips upward. "More!"

Xander growled, the sound mutating to a moan as he moved forward instantly.

Despite knowing what came next, Spike whimpered as the fingers withdrew, leaving him feeling empty.

The blunt head of Xander's cock brushed his entrance. Hands braced his hips.

"Open your eyes, Spike," Xander whispered faintly, his voice trembling.

Spike hesitated, then, forcing his heavy eyelids up, he locked gazes with Xander.

Holding himself still for only a moment longer, Xander slipped only the head of this cock in. "God, Spike! *So* tight, so *cool*," he moaned, easing the rest of the way in a single smooth thrust.

Spike tried to move.

"GAhhh!" Xander exclaimed, clamping his hands tightly around Spike's hips. "Don't move," he demanded. Several slow, deep breaths later, Xander continued. "You move now, and it's going to be over before it starts."

Bowing forward, Xander rested his forehead against Spike's chest. "Didn't realize--" Xander mumbled incoherently. "Never thought-- So . . . different."

Spike's chest tightened, and his eyes stung, his grip on the chains becoming painfully tight. "Different good?" he asked. "Or different bad?"

"Good," Xander replied immediately and the bands constricting Spike's chest released. "So good," he continued, raising up, and pulling back until he barely remained inside Spike. On that threshold, he paused for a split second before plunging himself back in to the hilt, trying to angle just right.

Slowly, steadily, he withdrew and entered, each time carefully keeping his gaze locked on Spike's, each entry made at a slightly different angle.

Spike gasped as the head of Xander's cock slid across his prostate, once again sending electric shocks through his body. The firey tension curling deep in his gut, built and built, until he thought it couldn't build anymore as Xander managed to hit his prostate with almost every thrust -- and then it built some more.

Moaning almost continuously now, Spike clenched the chains spasmodically. "God, Pet, gotta cum, gotta cum," he muttered feverishly, riding out the crest he'd risen to but couldn't seem to top. "Pleeeaase," he begged, the words coming without his volition.

With a startled shout, Xander's movements quickened, his thrusts becoming harder, deeper.

Beneath him, Spike met him thrust for thrust, driving himself up onto the hot cock buried inside him.

"Spi-ike!" Xander groaned, shaking as his hot seed flooded the vampire.

That was just enough to send Spike over the edge, and he screamed out Xander's name as pulse after pulse of his orgasm spread through his body. He jerked as each spurt of the pearly white fluid shot out over his chest, leaving him drained, and utterly sated. As he lay there limp, Xander panting above him, supported on trembling arms, even Spike's *toes* tingled.

Dropping his head, finally breaking eye contact, Xander sighed a shaky sigh. "I knew it."

"Knew what?" Spike asked, instantly wary.

"That you'd look incredible as you came," Xander replied wickedly, raising his head just high enough to leer at Spike through his eyelashes.

Spike gaped at the man barely supporting himself about him. A shocking shyness snuck up on him, stealing its way through him, and he averted his gaze away from that knowing stare. He almost jerked his head back a moment later as it hit him just how *submissive* that gesture had been, but realized instantly it was too late. The impression had already been made.

Xander shifted, carefully not disconnecting them, and his hand reached up gently turning Spike back to face him.

Spike inhaled deeply at the tender, caring smile that met his sight. His eyes flickered upward to see the same emotions lighting the brown eyes boring into his, those and something more. It took him a moment to identify what it was. Shock coursed through him as he did. He swallowed convulsively at the possessiveness he saw there. 'Mine,' that look said clearly.

Part of him reveled in it, ignoring the voice of reason that said it would end all too soon. That part of him longed simply to *belong* once more. He moaned at the first gentle brush of Xander's mouth across his.

"It'll be okay," Xander whispered against his lips, "I promise."

Spike shook his head in denial. He knew it wouldn't. It never was.

"Sleep," Xander whispered as he eased back, gasping as he did so. Reaching over to the table, he grabbed the cuff key and swiftly unlocked the two wrist manacles, freeing Spike's arms.

A moment later found the two of the curled together, Xander spooned behind Spike, one arm under the vampire, one arm thrown protectively over. The two were fast asleep.


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