The Labyrinth

- Part 8 -

Floating back to consciousness, Xander felt... good. Way too good for the marathon sex from the past night (?) - he checked the curtains, deciding that yes, his internal clock wasn't far off. So ok, he'd gotten cored over every inch of Spike's bedroom, twice in the shower, and once halfway down the hall on their brief foray to the kitchen. Neither man wanted to risk Jancis' ire by 'messing up her kitchen', so they had taken their antics back upstairs.

The question rolling through his mind now wasn't terribly important to his general welfare, but it nagged at him. The house, a full-time housekeeper, a part-time groundskeeper (that he only heard about so far), and all those cars and bikes. How was Spike paying for it all?

And so what if he should be worrying over other things. Well, maybe not *worry*, but definitely asking 'what now?' would be a good idea. The bleached menace he'd grown to call friend had never had more than a couple hundred dollars at a time. This extravegence... if he didn't charge for his skills as Master, what did he do to pay for everything?

Yeah, his brain was stuck in a rut.

"Bout time ya woke up, luv." Bumping the bedroom door open, a tray-toting vampire brought aromas of coffee and breakfast into the room with him. "Jan accused me of shaggin yer grey matter out. Made me deliver even! I tell ya, good help is so hard to find these days." Grinning to soften his words, Spike sat the tray down long enough to fluff pillows behind his dearling's back. "So sit up an have a cuppa, gotta feed ya so we can make some noise. One a these days, we'll manage ta make'er blush, yeh?"

Another question for the short list: how did a *nocturnal* demon get so damned perky first thing in the freakin morning, when he'd expended just as much energy as Xander had?

"Here ya go, lovely. Have a sip an dig in. Got things ta do today, don't we?" Handing over a pre-doctored mug, Spike sipped from his own, humming in pleasure at the strong brew. He raised an eyebrow at his lover's silence, but let Xander tuck into his meal without interruption.

The brunet honestly couldn't say what he was eating, only that there was plenty of it to fill his hollow gut. Just what did they have to do today other than more of the same? Sex, shower, food, repeat. It was a good working plan, why mess with it?

Snickering from his perch on the side of the bed, Spike reached over to ruffle brown bedhead. "Ya don't remember then. That's alright, Xan, we'll getcha caught up with the convo, yeh? Got about an hour 'fore we should leave, so finish up here and I'll wash yer hair, hmm?"

Well really, how could he turn down that offer. The other half of his plate emptied shortly, he raised his arms up to the blond in a childlike gesture of 'pick me up' that had the desired results in seconds.

"Mmm, mornin precious. So we're gonna play Daddy's little boy again?"

Woops, had he said that outloud?

"S'ok, luv, like takin care of ya, I do. It's a rare treat ta have a lover who'll let me just touch'em. An I do like touchin ya, Xander." Demonstrating his words, Spike ran both hands up and down the mortal's back, lingering over his buttocks. "Like doin just 'bout everythin with ya." He leant forward, eliminating the few inches between them, to capture coffee-flavored lips in a gentle kiss.

With the introduction of that cool tongue to the kiss, Xander finally caught up with the situation, enthusiastically joining his lover's efforts and circling Spike's pale neck. They parted to simply look at each other, and he let himself be lost in blue eyes brimming with affection. "Morning Spike. Sorry bout that-"

"Shh, s'ok sweetling. Shoulda expected it, no matter how mucha my blood ya took last night. Human body's only good fer so long without rest an refreshment." Catlike licks across the corners of Xander's lips. "Gonna have ta learn how ta do a better job. Wanna keep ya 'round a good long time, yeh? If forever's good for ya."

That's when it really hit him. Forever. With Spike. Xander's eyes widened to comic proportions, staring with glassy shock at the blond vampire holding him so carefully. His mouth opened and closed several times, but nothing came out. Blinking rapidly, he hoped his... lover, mate? could fill in the blanks for him.

"Oh sweetling, no regrets I hope." Stroking mussed hair, Spike rocked them gently in a soothing motion. "All happened so fast, but I wouldn't change a bit, yeh?"

The note of hesitancy finally broke through fogged brainwaves. Xander needed to reassure his... Spike. His Spike, dammit. No more doubts or floundering or loneliness chewing a hole in his life. "No regrets! Just... kind of alot to process. Forever." Even as he said the word, a huge goofy grin spread across his face. It felt so good, he had to repeat it. "Forever. Sounds like a dream come true."

Fingers drifted up to touch their marks, both men shivering at the sensual contact. "Never wanna wake, if it's only a dream, Xander." Spike nuzzled his darling's neck, licking across the silver circle of scars. "But we need to shower and get ready. Got things to do, like I said."

"Mmhmm," head thrown back, the young man struggled to keep up with their discussion. Each tiny lick of Spike's tongue across his mark sent pulses of *want* through him. "Wait, what we gotta do?"

Laughing at his mate's slurred speech, the blond removed his mouth from its exploration. "Wanna show you some stuff, luv. What I've been doin here in the middle of nowhere."

"Eh, don't think Dallas, Texas, is exactly the middle of nowhere, blondie." Now that sounded better. More 'here.' Maybe he should try for a few high-syllable words? Nah, too much effort. "You've got a job? As in, actual paying means of supporting your own habits?" The mind boggled. At least Xander's did.

"Don't make a big deal of it, Xan. One of the deeds I... inherited... was from downtown Dallas. All I did was develop the raw materials. Brings in a decent monthly, keeps me out of mischief." The twinkle in blue eyes belied such an innocent comment.

"Uh huh, that'll be the day."

Since his human seemed to be catching up, Spike led them toward the shower. He really did have plans for them - one being Xander's suggestion - and they had an appointment to keep. "Don't want any secrets from ya, luv. I'll give you the whole tour in a bit, but first, you reek." Maneuvering the wobbly one into the stall, he turned on the shower, bouncing out of range when cold water had Xander spasming away from the frigid blast.

"Fuck! Ok Spike, that's just not fair. You're so gonna pay for it!" His tirade tapered off as the temperature became more bearable, but from the glare on his face, the blond wasn't out of the doghouse yet. "Gonna spike you're blood with garlic for that." Petulant, but the best he could come up with. What in hell had they done to cause his higher brain functions to gum up so badly?

Spike shut his darling up by the most expedient method. He stuck his tongue into the rambling mouth, sucking and nibbling until Xander joined the fracas. Deftly directing them under steamy water, he began washing them in brisk sweeps, never letting go of the kiss. There would be no shower sex today, he knew. His sweet boy needed recouperation time after their marathon during the claiming. And dammit, he shouldn't be thinking such things unless he wanted to wank solo.

Xander let himself be bathed and shampooed, soaking up the wonderful feeling of being pampered by his lover. He almost felt guilty for not reciprocating, but a heavy lethargy kept him from doing anything about that. In fact, he could almost fall asleep from the tender ministrations... Then something firm nudged his thigh, and he looked down to find a very interested slab o' Spike. Grinning behind his shaggy hair, Xander run his hand along the soapy expanse of his lover's pale belly, slicking himself with sufficient bubbles to ease his self-appointed task, and casually wrapped his fingers around the blond's hard-on. His body might not be interested in joining the fun, but he could definitely provide some relief with a quick handjob.

Lathering his hair, Spike missed the expression on his darling's face. He surely didn't miss the warm hand covering his cock, moving in quick, efficient strokes that brought him near the edge before he could steady himself. "Xan, ya don't hafta-"

"Hush blondie, I know... but it's ok if I want to, right?" His other hand raised to toy with pale rose nipples, Xander watched with rapt attention at the expression of exquisite pleasure on his lover's face. "You're so fuckin sexy, Spike. Could spend days making a list of how many ways you turn me on. Your face shows everything you feel, and I never have to wonder if you're thinking about someone else when we're together. Your hands, god, they're strong but soft, and they make me feel incredible. Like I never learned how to play my own body. Any time you touch me, it's like a totally new sensation."

Balls drawing up, Spike couldn't hold back his impending orgasm. His Xander wove a spell with words that pushed his arousal up to the boiling point faster than the hottest porn. He sagged against the cool tile wall, giving himself over to his mate's touch.

"Want to taste you, Spike," dropping to his knees, Xander pulled the pale erection toward his lips. "Never thought it'd be so erotic, taking a dick into my mouth. But yours belongs there. Let go for me, my mate."

And that's all it took. A geyser of semen spurted from his balls, spraying his lovely's open mouth as requested. He panted heavily, watching through slitted eyes as Xander licked up every drop, obviously savoring the flavor. "You're beautiful, luv, down on your knees like that. Thank you."

Rising unsteadily, he sagged against the blond, resting his head near his mark. "Always want you to feel good, Spike. It's... my pleasure, knowing I can make you breathe and cum and..." Snort. "And apparently my body has no interest today, even if my brain is screaming 'fuck me, Daddy'."

"Hmm, lovely image, that. But you're right, lovely. Think this luscious body needs a rest, yeh?" Both men rinsed, the blond turned off the water and reached for towels. "That's fine, you'll be too busy today anyway." After such an open-ended statement, he waited two heartbeats for -

"And just what am I going to be busy doing, Oh Master?"

Chuckling, Spike led his darling toward the closet. "Told ya, pet. Wanna show ya what I've been up to. Now pick something comfortable to wear, cus we'll be gone all day."

Randomly selecting jeans and a t-shirt, Xander eyed his lover with trepidation. "Playing obscure, blondie? Thought that was Giles' game."

"Heh, yeh. Just don't wanna ruin the surprise."

Watching Spike, he saw the blond chosing black jeans and top. "And whatever this surprise is, it requires your old image, huh?"

"Nah, not really. Want me in something else, lover?" With a wink and a shimmy, he squeezed his firm arse into the snug denim. "I'd ask if ya wanted me out of it, but..."

"Sorry, human needs recovery time." Had the bleached menace always looked so good in his black armor? Then a thought struck him. "How exactly are we getting where ever we're going? It's bright daylight, Spike."

All he received in reply was a smirk, followed by a swat on the butt.

"Get dressed, Xan."

~ * ~

One of the features that Xander had missed seemed to be vamp-friendly windshields. The Range Rover in particular had glass so dark it was probably illegal. Which made sense, when he was ushered into its leather seat. All will be made clear, young jedi.

Unlike the previous evening's drive, Spike maintained a sedate pace, keeping up with the flow of traffic without breaking too many speed limits. Xander thought he recognized their route - and the idea was confirmed when they once again pulled into the parking lot outside a large warehouse just east of the Deep Ellum district.

"Alright fang, wanna tell me what's what? I really don't like the idea of becoming a widow via direct sunlight, just so you can show off... whatever it is you want to show me."

All he received in answer was a grin, as the blond clicked a remote control on his dash. Silently, the double doors of the warehouse raised to allow them inside, and Spike drove inside like he owned the place. Which, at this point, Xander figured might be the case.

Spike opened the driver's door, clicking another button to shut them inside. He made to escort the human out of their transport, but Xander was already halfway out of his seat. Without a word, he grabbed his mate's hand and dragged him to a dark corner where a door marked "The Labyrinth" in neon letters waited for them to enter.

As they passed through the door and began descending a flight of stairs, Xander caught the sounds of laughter, popping corn, and a cacaphony of music types. He tossed his partner a questioning look, but gave up trying to interrogate the vampire. He figured that he'd receive answers faster if he just played along.

Breathing a mental sigh of relief, Spike was grateful for his lover's silent acceptance. He'd never really told anyone what he'd done with the lion's share of his sire's accumulated fortune. He also took the time to preen just a bit - still in the works, what was already complete looked damned fine.

Stairs finally opened out on a large platform, leading off in several directions in bricked paths. An old road sign was posted beside each path, stencilled letters offering directions to shops or services. The area was dimly lit, but not dark enough to offer trouble for human eyes.

Xander took in the scene, still at a loss. He almost felt that his mate was responsible for... what? the whole maze of underground boutiques? Yes, that seemed right... but why would he bother? Raising curious eyes, he begged an explanation.

The Master vampire waited for his darling's nature to kick in, knowing he'd have to ask. Very privately thrilled at Xander's trust, he gave in before the hundred-and-one questions could begin. "We're working toward the office district now, but this whole thing covers Deep Ellum and a few blocks in either direction. It's classy, yeh? And there's regular patrollin guards to keep down the riffraff. You'd be surprised how many people want to take their businesses away from the stench of topside."

Interpretting, processing, solution? On hold. "So... you own the property, build under the streets, and lease plots to different business types? That's... more complicated than I wanna consider. What I can't figure is *why*? Seems like a lotta hassle, if you've got the cash to live the next century comfortably."

"If you're waiting for some deep, meaningful answer, sorry to disappoint ya. Simple reason - I got bored. Complex reason - I got bored, and wanted someplace to spend my days that wouldn't fry my arse. This fixed both problems and keeps me outa trouble." Grinning quickly at his mate, Spike touched his tongue to upper lip. "Has another benefit, yeh? Can go to any of these shops and get one helluva discount rate."

"Oookay. You're such a philanthropist, Big Bad baby o' mine."

Mock-glaring at his boy, Spike grabbed a warm hand and propelled them to the farthest left passage. "Gonna start the tour down here. Might take a few days to show ya everything, but there's a man with a needle down here who'll do us up right."

Three, two, one. "A WHAT?!"

Spike's snickers could barely be heard above his mortal's pounding heart.

~ * ~

If Xander had found the inked artwork the previous night fascinating, he was... awed, by the masterpiece quality of Turtle's selection. A very large man with shaved head, ape-like arms, and a high tenor voice, Turtle was perhaps fifteen years older than the brunet and covered in a sheet of his own tattoos. And he was apparently waiting for them to decide which designs they wanted to *gulp* have permenantly attached to their bodies by mechanical needles.

"Xan, listen. It really isn't painful. Just a lil prick at first, then it all goes sorta numb."

"He's right, Xander. You'll feel some pressure and the vibration of the ink gun, but not much else. This is a very professional set-up."

Open-mouthed and brain shut down, Xander stared blankly at a page full of variations on the image he'd liked last night. He wasn't honestly scared of the needle. Not exactly. And it wasn't the permenant thing. He just hadn't thought that Spike was *serious* about wearing each other's marks like this.

Shaking his bald head sadly, the artist addressed Spike, "Sorry man, I think you broke his brain."

That comment seemed to shake Xander out of his stupor. "Nuhuh, just... trying to picture it. Yeah." He felt himself blush at their combined scrutiny, knowing that both men could tell he was lying. "Ok fine, I wasn't expecting to get painted today. Hey, uh, Turtle... could you give us a minute to talk this over?"

The man in question bowed his head and gracefully (especially for his size) disappeared, leaving the lovers to their own devices.

"Sorry bout that, Spike. I -"

"Don't worry bout it, Xan. Stupid idea anyway."

"NO!" The brunet grabbed his mate's arm, swinging them to face each other. "No, it was a terrific idea. I just don't deal well with surprises, y'know? And, well, I'm still buzzing from last night. There's some great designs here, but you don't wanna leave it all to me to decide. Which do you like best?" If you can't convince them, distract them.

A technique Spike was quite familiar with. He permitted the change of subject, for the time, and pointed out two similar patterns. "Either of these would look good, luv. Could wear the bracelet under a watch, if you need to cover it. This other'd be nice high up on your neck, behind and below your ear, yeh? Harder to cover up, but it's real classy, innit."

Somehow, he'd managed to offend the vamp. Backtrack, correct. "Sweetheart, I don't want to cover anything up, ok? It's just moving so fast, I needed a minute to catch my breath and think. But those are the two I liked too." Xander offered a shy smile, silently apologizing to his lover. "I really like the idea of built-in identity bracelets though. Maybe later we can do the other as well, but let's start with these."

Spike's bristle dissipated, deflating hurt feelings and mild rejection even as he caught brown eyes staring at him with worry. "Sorry luv, thought you'd like this place. Was your idea last night, matching ink jobs. Didn't realize you weren't serious."

"Hey now, blondie, I never said I wasn't serious. Just didn't figure we'd do it *now*. And that makes less sense outloud than in my head." Grabbing blond curls, Xander planted a hard kiss to pouty lips. "No hiding or excuses, Spike. But human here - the idea of 'forever' still hasn't sunk in yet. So forgive me for being shellshocked, ok? Add 'forever' to 'permenant tattoo', and I wanna make sure we have the perfect pieces. Make more sense?"

Mollified by a better worded explanation, Spike smacked a kiss of his own against his silly human's mouth. "Got it. You plan better'n me, luv. All impulse here, an it gets me in trouble often enough."

Turtle stuck his head through the curtained back doorway, raising an eyebrow at the couple. "Made up your minds yet? No rush, we're not really open for another few hours, but I'd like to get started soonish."

Xander cocked his head at his mate, and together they said, "The celtic knotwork bracelet."

Minutes later, machine buzzing a hypnotic beat in his mind, Xander found himself seated comfortably with Spike's arms around his middrift. As promised, after the first few pricks there was no real pain, and he let himself doze lightly against the solid presence of his lover.

~ * ~

"Xan, sweetling, ya gotta get up now." A persistant drone in his ear, Xander turned his head to avoid the baritone buzz. "Come on, luv. Turtle needs his chair for another customer, yeh? Wanna find us a late lunch too."

The promise of food perked his interest, and a single brown eye slitted open. "Food?"

"That's right, Xan, food for hungry humans and their pet vamps. Just sit yourself up and I'll help ya walk to the food court."

"Uh huh. Food, not Jan's? She's not here."

Soft laughter near his ear, Xander leant toward the husky voice. "No she's not, lover. But we are, and so's this great Mexican food place. Enchiladas and flautas, with a big bowl of that spicy cheese sauce you love so much. Can ya walk a bit, luv?"

"Mmm, chalupa too?" That warm laugh again, and the brunet's brain began to catch up with the conversation. "Hey, Spike. Jeez, feels like an anvil dropped on my head. The dead feeling, not the pain part."

A quick kiss on his cheek. "Yeh, you slept through both tats, Xan. Must've worn ya out more'n I figured. Sorry for getting ya outa bed today."

They were moving, one foot in front of the other, and thank the gods Spike knew where they were heading, cus Xander couldn't make his eyes focus on anything but his lover's blue, blue eyes. "Nah, we'd get bored if all we ever did was have sex."

The blond's steps faltered, and his head whipped to the side, catching Xander's grin. "Ya cheeky bugger, you're not nearly as outa it as you made me think. Gonna paddle your bum when we get home."

Before he could process the very nice visuals that threat produced, Xander found himself being seated on a cast iron cafe chair. "Hey neat, open air dining without worrying about getting rained on, or bird droppings in our food!"

Grimacing in distaste, Spike motioned a waiter to their table. "Thanks luv, coulda done without the commentary." He ordered a wide selection without looking at the menu, and a short time later their table groaned under the weight of platters of steaming, spicy food.

"So, restaurants, clothes and doodads, tattoos and leather shops. You've got your hands in everything here, huh?"

"Yeah, bout right. But this isn't the biggest part, just what's already open. Wanna show ya my pet project after lunch, if you're feeling up to it, luv."

The phrasing of the question made Xander look closely at his partner. Innocent enough, except he *knew* the blond. "Uh huh. Feed me, then we'll see."

~ * ~

Naps were traditionally taken after the noon meal, and Xander wished he'd held off. Not that he'd never eaten so much, but Mexican food was heavy, and now so were his eyelids. Still, Spike's enthusiasm countered the effect, and walking would help bring him out of the foggy 'body digesting' feeling.

They passed numerous other establishments, most open for business and doing a fair trade. The overall age of their fellow pedestrians was higher than topside, by a decade or more, but the general feel of the place was just as laid back. He decided he liked it.

Spike stopped them out front of iron-framed double doors, holding out an antique key. "You ready, pet?"

Not sure what he should be ready for, Xander nodded uncertainly.

Doors swung open with a manufactured creak, and the vampire led him into a... elaborate torture chamber, obviously set up for playing games or atmosphere. Xander wandered away from his mate, taking in the manacles and cages, the stage in back that held a tall wooden X with shackles at each tip. He recognized almost everything from his search into... kinks. His poor brain twinged in memory before the blush could spread beyond his ears.

"Ya don't like it?"

Xander jumped at the soft question, not realizing he'd been followed on his exploration. "It's... got a little of everything. Sorta scary, but... how long before it's open for business?"

Spike shrugged, disappointed by the lack of interest from his darling. "A few weeks left, still hafta paint the top floor and a few private rooms." He turned to give Xander a minute alone, only to be tackled.

"So... we could christen a few of these decorations, and have plenty of time to sterilize them before customers show up." Xander slipped his tongue into Spike's left ear, nibbling the outer shell as he muttered, "Want you to teach me what that cross-thing is for, Master mine."

The use of his title blurred all thoughts but MINE and NOW, and a very willing human soon found himself stripped, covered by his equally stripped mate. It was only after he'd thoroughly examined the warm mouth, neck and shoulders that Spike recovered enough to ask, "Sure you're up to this, lovely? I remember you being all worn out not too long ago."

"Had a nap and lots of food, we're good to go, Spike. Wanna shut up and play now?"

He didn't need to be told twice.

~ * ~

Minutes later, Xander found himself strapped to a cool wooden frame, his arms and legs spread wide, and his dangling bits sheathed in a tight latex cockring. Not that he was complaining about this turn of events. His Master's full attention fell to the glistening silver clamps attached to his nipples, pulling them left and right and left again, each tug shooting a line of fire straight to his dick.

As his lovely boy moaned, Spike raised a hand to collect the crop he'd placed on a convenient hook. Butter soft leather, it wouldn't really hurt his pet - but each stripe would be felt for hours. He planted a soft kiss at the corner of a warm, open mouth.

"Hope you're ready, dearling. This might sting a bit."

That was all the warning Xander got before hearing the swish-thwack of leather slapping flesh. His upper thighs, to be precise. And if he didn't trust the blond completely, now would be an excellent time to freak out. All things considered, he did trust his Master... and he applauded the sensual burns by not restraining the whimpers and moans that needed *out*.

Like an artist at his easel, Spike carefully organized each swing for best effect. He criss-crossed thin red welts down both of his lover's legs, across his stomach and ribs, and even a few that barely brushed his darling's bound nips. Songs of praise fell from parted lips, each time Xander cried out his pleasure-pain.

His mind had shut down at some point, letting the mortal simply feel. The stings of crop to skin weren't hurting him, not really. But they did smart, giving him a focus. This was a game he'd been leery of playing, and now he couldn't remember why. Master would never cause him harm. Master desired him, body and mind and soul. And if Master didn't do *something* soon, he was going to pop the plastic binding his dick by the simple expedient of his balls exploding.

The vampire paused in his deliberate marking of his pet's body. The darling boy was muttering something between begging and gasping. A chant of Master wants, followed by the threat of doing himself bodily harm, however unintentionally. He chuckled and tossed the crop to the floor, roughly yanking the buzzing plug from that tight arse.

"Had enough, precious? Gonna release ya now, so I can cram my prick up your lovely hole." Enthusiastic moans from the brunet brought another dark laugh. "Just relax into my arms, little one."

Shackles unbuckled, Xander could do nothing else. His arms felt like lead, and his legs wouldn't respond. And he felt... free. Horny as hell and desperate to be fucked, but somehow the stinging of the crop had drawn out tension he wasn't aware of having, releasing it to the air. Without thought, he melted into Master's arms.

"That's a good boy, let Master take care of ya." Soft baritone whispering in his ear, "Remember that high bench ya saw earlier, Xanluv? I'm gonna show ya what it's good for now."

Master's voice was an anchor, but still Xander floated above himself.

Placing his burden gently across the bench, stomach down, Spike stroked the tanned back. He almost wanted to mark this expanse as well, but neither of them could wait that long. Stretched and slick, he was able to fully encase himself into Xander's ready hole, both men groaning at the contact. It would need to be fast... their first foray into the higher level of games had them so hot, only a handful of strokes would ignite their passion.

Xander cried out hoarsly as he was filled by his Master's wonderfully cool erection. It soothed part of the ache that had so rapidly built with every lash of leather, while inflaming him at the same time. The angle of the bench also insured that his prostate was hit repeatedly - a fact both good and bad, since Master had yet to remove that damned cockring.

"Please! Master please... need to cum... wanna feel you too..."

If his darling hadn't begged so prettily, Spike might well have broken his own rule: Always bring your lover pleasure before finding your own. So with silent thanks, he rolled the restrictive latex off his pet's throbbing organ, grasping it tight at the base, then releasing the clamps in swift succession. As he'd suspected, the intensity of returning nerves would've brought Xander over the edge. He simply wasn't quite ready for that. Yet.

Mind a swirl of nonsense that all came down to want-need-now-please, Xander held onto his perch for dear life. The pale cock hammering into him must've been a blur of motion - even if he couldn't see it, he could imagine - for it felt as if Spike had somehow attached a vibrating tip directly on his prostate. Stroke after stroke racing across it, making him a bundle of gibbering jello. He hoped his Master didn't object to fucking a gelatin, not that he was volunteering to stop.

He wanted to laugh aloud at his wonderful mate's timely sense of humor. Instead, Spike contented himself with releasing the warm hard-on and using his freed hand to slap a pair of bouncing buttocks. The result was more than satisfactory, as Xander's body seized in place, clamping down on his cock as if his arse had contracted lockjaw. He flooded his boy's hole and flopped across his back, panting and absently kissing flushed skin.

Stars twinkled, birds chirped, and Xander's ass twitched happily. This was the way of the world, and he wouldn't want to change a thing.

After several moments, his brain decided to join the party, cheerfully informing him that aye verily that bench was not comfortable for long periods of time with an undead weigh on his back, and why hadn't the bleached one moved, hmm?

"Hey Spike... wanna let me up?"

"No, not really. 'm comfy."

Cough. "That was a rhetorical question, lover. I need to pee."

"Ya can hold it another minute, can't ya Xan? Wanna stay here."

"Uh no, this is sorta an emergency. As in, I'm gonna be christening your new Docs if I don't find a bathroom in the next ten seconds."

"Damned humans, can't control their bodily functions an let a vamp rest. An after all I've done for'im today." Grumbling, the blond swung back to his feet and pointed a shaky finger in the direction of the public restrooms.

Xander raced away, still giggling over the part where he was 'an ungrateful child, who should have his toys taken away.' Somehow, he couldn't picture Spike surgically removing his dick to lock it in a closet.

~ TBC ~