Dream versus Reality

Title: Dream versus Reality
Author: Margie
Rating: NC-17 (for the naughty sex parts)
Pairing: X/S
Spoilers: None really.

Summary: Just had the urge to write a PWP entirely revolving around
some X/S smut. Takes place sometime during the Hushed/Doomed
era while Spike is tied up in Xan's basement.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Joss owns it all damn him!
Feedback: Yes please! margaritagomez1@msn.com
Archive: If you want it just email me to tell me where it's going. It will
eventually be on my own website when I get the chance to update
(www.angelfire.com/indie/margarks/index.html)

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Xander woke slowly, his mind groggily supplying images of the
fleeting dream he'd been having. Such a delicious dream too. He
could still taste the cool salty flavor of his dream lover, his body
shuddering in response.

His eyes blinked open slowly, wondering what had awoken him.
Hearing a creak and a groan he turned to his left, confronted with a
vision of Spike tied to his old barca lounger. Xander's semi-erect
penis twitched at the sight. Turning to his right he checked the alarm
clock, only 4 AM, still plenty of time before he had to drag himself out
of bed for work.

What had awoken him?

"Mmmmm. Yes, luv." Xander's head whipped around at the sound of
Spike's breathy voice. "Just like that. Take…fuck! Take me in your
mouth." The last sentence was accompanied with a slight swivel of
the vampire's hips.

Xander let out a quiet groan at the immediate response his body had
to Spike's quiet command. The vampire must be dreaming, he
decided. He could see the hard bulge of Spike's cock straining
against his too tight jeans. Who was he dreaming about? Drusilla?

"Suck it." Spike demanded.

Without conscious thought, Xander reached out and gently caressed
the bulge he'd been admiring earlier. The response he got nearly had
him cumming in his own sleep wrinkled boxers. At the first tentative
touch to his crotch, Spike groaned deep and low and thrust forward
trying to prolong the contact.

Xander's hand shot back immediately, his eyes searching for any sign
that Spike had woken. When he decided it was safe to conclude
Spike was still sleeping, Xander spent a long moment studying the
pale creature.

His dark brows and lashes were a direct contrast to his pale skin.
Xander traced the outline of the scar bisecting Spike's left brow with
his eyes. He wondered how the vamp had gotten it, obviously having
been done before his turning since it was a permanent addition to his
chiseled features.

Xander's eyes followed a path down to Spike's cheekbones, admiring
their high curve. He continued his perusal to the smooth column of
Spike's neck and then down to the taut muscles his t-shirt hugged
tight. Xander's own fingers itched to follow the path his eyes had just
roamed. Tentatively his fingers inched forward, brushing lightly
across Spike's cottoverovered chest.

"Yes!" Spike hissed out, tossing his head in sleep and thrusting his
chest out toward Xander's questing fingers. "My nipples are so hard,
luv. They ache. Touch me." Spike begged his dream date.

Unable to resist Xander slowly lifted Spike's t-shirt, making sure to
watch for any sign of Spike's lucidity. When Spike's chest was freed
for Xander's inspection, he saw that the vampire was indeed already
aroused, his nipples jutting out in hard points. Brushing his thumb
over a nub, he drew in a sharp breath at Spike's reaction. The
bleached blonde cried out, straining at his bonds to reach the source
of his pleasure.

As Xander's own arousal grew to massive proportions, he spared a
fleeting thought for his girlfriend. What would Anya say if she walked
in now? Seeing him here, achingly hard for a vampire? A male
vampire? An extremely hot and sexy male vampire? Hell. She'd
probably ask if she could join them.

"Oh, luv. Lick it, luv, please. Take it in your hot, wet mouth." Spike
chanted softly, arching his back toward Xander.

Xander thought of his dream. Of the imagined taste of the bleached
vamp currently begging for his touch. Or at least the touch of his own
imaginary dream lover. He leaned forward and slowly laved one firm
tip with his tongue his cock twitching at the sighs escaping Spike's
parted lips.

"Mmmm." Spike's whole body shuddered at the sensations. "I want
to touch you, Xan. Please, let me touch you."

When Spike's words penetrated the lustful haze surrounding Xander's
mind he reared back. Spike's nipple escaped Xander's lips with an
audible pop. He stared at the bleached wonder for a minute, but the
vamp still looked asleep. There was no indication that Spike was
doing anything other than dreaming. So had he imagined it? Had
Spike actually called out *his* name? Was Spike dreaming of him?
Xander? The Zeppo? Of wanting to touch *him*?

"Feel me, pet. So hard for you, Xander. Aching. Need you, luv."
Spike continued his litany of pleas.

Oh my god! Spike was dreaming of him. Of wanting him. Of aching
for him! Xander could feel the wetness in his boxers increase, the
thought of the Big Bad secretly wanting him made Xander's whole
body ache with lust. Was it only a subconscious desire, or did Spike
want him while he was awake as well? Xander untied each of Spike's
wrists and then got down on his knees to untie the vampire's ankles.

When that was done he checked to see if Spike was still asleep.
Satisfied that the blonde had not yet woken, Xander realized he was
in prime position for something he'd been dreaming about for the past
several months, maybe years. Snapping the button on Spike's jeans
was not easy, the waistband snug against his cool skin. Though oncdonedone, opening the zip was effortless.

Xander gasped slightly when Spike's cock fell out of the now open
jeans, unaware that the vampire almost always went commando. He
caught Spike's penis in one hand, the feel of the cool silky skin
sending shivers up his spine. The tip was wet and still leaking
causing Xander's mouth to salivate. He leaned forward and took just
a taste, licking at the slit with one quick jab of his tongue.

By now Xander was too far gone into the fantasy to worry about
Spike's state of mind. So when the vampire groaned and thrust
forward all Xander did was accommodate him by taking him further
into his mouth. And when Spike's fingers rushed through his hair to
grasp his head, Xander followed their instructions moving forward and
back at the vampire's own pace.

"Oh, fuck!" Spike's eyes popped open, unable to continue the
charade any longer. "So hot, so tight, l" H" He didn't believe the boy
had actually done it. He'd been dreaming about the whelp for weeks,
months. And to see him now, down on his knees, his mouth wrapped
around Spike's hard cock was almost too much. Xander hummed in
response to Spike's words, causing the vampire to moan and arch
into the sensation.

"Xan, luv, I'm cumming." Spike tried to warn him, his hands released
Xander's hair. He groaned at the loss of Xander's hot mouth, when
the boy sat up.
"
"I know. Wanna taste you. Been dreaming about it." And then
Xander was back on his cock, sucking his cheeks into deep hollows.

Spike exploded, his jism shooting down Xander's throat at a rapid
pace. He couldn't help thrusting as far down Xander's throat as
possible, hoping that he wasn't choking the boy. But Xander didn't
seem to mind.

Spent, Spike glanced down to see Xander licking his lips, his smile
satisfied and wonderingly content. With a growl he leapt from the
lounger and tackled the boy, throwing them both on the sorry excuse
for a bed that Xander slept in. But at the moment Spike could care
less where they were, or what bed they were in, as long as they were
both naked.

He quickly stripped off Xander's boxers, happy to see the mortal still
hard for him. Spike pushed out of his own clothes, until they were
able to lay together, skin to skin. He grasped Xander's cock with one
hand, slowly jacking the boy up and down, until Xander groaned and
closed his eyes. Spike stopped at the base and squeezedt
t
wanting Xander to come too quickly. He leaned forward and pressed
their lips together.

Spike's own cock was swiftly rising again. The taste and feel of the
boy making him harder than he'd been the first time. Spike opened
his mouth and sucked in Xander's bottom lip, chewing on it gently.
When he felt Xander's tongue lick his top lip tentatively, he opened
his mouth even further and allowed Xander's tongue entry.

They kissed for what felt like forever, their hips grinding together
subconsciously. Xander couldn't believe how good it felt to have
another man's cock rubbing up against his own. He wanted more.
More kissing, more rubbing, more...everything. His hands shot out to
traverse Spike's smooth back, moving lower until they were cupping
the vampire's firm buttocks.

When Xander's fingers found the crack in Spike's ass, the vampire
broke their frantic kiss. Spike was breathing heavily, something that
fascinated Xander. "Do you have any lube, luv?"

"Huh?"

"You know, slick? Lotion? Anything?" Spike was going to scream if
the boy didn't have anything useable.

"Oh, uhm...There's hand lotion in the bathroom."

"Be right back, Xan." Spike gave him a quick peck before leaping off
the bed and running toward the tiny restroom. When he returned he
was carrying the small bottle of lotion Anya kept around. "Have you
ever...?" Spike's voice trailed off.

Xander only shook his head. He'd never been with another man
before. Heck he'd only been with 3 different women his whole life.
He was quickly turning a bright shade of red, when Spike plunked
back down on the bed beside him.

Spike ran his fingers through Xander's hair in an attempt to soothe
him. "Don't worry, Xanpet. It'll be so good. You'll see. I'll show you
everything, luv." Xander swallowed hard, but kept his eyes firmly
focused on Spike's face. The Big Bad was trying to comfort him?
This was more of a revelation than Spike wanting to jump his bones.
Was he still dreaming?

In a daze he followed Spike's instructions, slicking his hand with a fair
amount of lotion before allowing his fingers to find Spike's puckered
opening. Pushing forward the first finger entered smoothly up to his
large knuckle. "Don't stop Xan!" Spike moaned, bearing down on the
finger entering his body. "Push through, won't hurt, luv. Promise."
So Xander did, pushing through until his entire finger was in Spike's
cool passage.

"Wiggle it a bit, luv. Move it around." Spike practically begged, his
ass swiveling in invitation. Xander did as he bade, his finger circling
in its confines, until he felt a small nub. Curious he pushed against it,
his nail scraping across its surface. Spike screamed and arched,
"Yes! Xan, fuck!"

He continued for awhile, stretching the opening only slightly, rubbing
up against Spike's pleasure center. "Add another, pet." So Xander
added a second finger, wanting to do whatever necessary to bring
them both off. He scissored his fingers, opening Spike even further.
Until finally he was able to add a third finger. Spike was squirming
and begging. Their kisses were becoming more and more heated.
Their tongues fighting for dominance, while Xander opened Spike's
body enough to allow his cock entry into the tight hole.

Finally, Xander replaced his fingers with his dick. His cock head
rubbing up and down Spike's crack, until the vampire was begging for
him. Xander wished he could see Spike's face, now that they were
about to actually do the deed, Spike had flipped over onto his
stomach, and it made him nervous not being able to see his lover's
reactions.

"What's the matter, Xan?" Spike wanted nothing more for Xander to
plunge into him, but he could tell the boy was reticent.

"Can't we do this face to face? I want to be able to see you." Xander
asked.

"Do you, luv?" Spike asked, surprised. He'd purposely taken this
position because he didn't think Xander had wanted to see him. He
thought the boy had been swept up with lust, and would not want a
reminder of who he was actually with. Spike turned onto his back,
lifting his legs until they were hooked over Xander's shoulders.
"Okay, Xan." his his time, Xanderced ced his cock head at Spike's entrance and
pushed. They both groaned at the first breach. He pushed forward
slowly, an inch at a time, not wanting to hurt Spike. When he was
finally balls deep in the vampire, he stopped to savor the moment.
Spike's channel was tight, tighter than anything he'd ever experienced
before. And the look on Spike's face, of desire, of want, made
Xander's cock jump in its sheath.

Xander pulled out slowly, plunging himself back in as deep as
possible. He experimented with different angles, trying to find just the
right one. When Spike cried out, his eyes squeezed shut, Xander
knew he'd found it.

Xander tried for a sedate rhythm but the sensations were too much,
and he found himself thrusting fast and hard. His hands were
clasped to Spike's hips as he pistoned himself into the vampire.
Spike's hands were on his cock, rubbing the firm flesh mercilessly.
When Xander felt his orgasm rising, he pushed Spike's hands away,
and grasped the stiff penis himself.

"Do you like this Spike? Is this what you were dreaming about?"
Xander asked, almost breathless. "You want to cum? Want me to
make you cum?"

"Xaaaan!" Spike hissed out. The fingers kneading his balls and
rubbing his cock were too much; he could feel his body tighten as his
cum shot forward and out, covering them both with the salty liquid.

Xander's own orgasm reached its peak when Spike's body began to
convulse and tighten around him. He thrust once, twice, thrice before
he too was cumming hard. "Fuck, Spike!"

They collapsed together, catching their breath. After awhile, they
untangled themselves, only to snuggle closer on the bed. "Need to
clean up, pet." Spike stated sleepily. "Yeah." Xander responded.
Neither of them moved.

"This is better." Xander said lazily.

"Better than what?" Spike replied.

"Better than dreams." Xander answered. Spike nodded his ascent.