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Dancing About Architecture	By : mcee Category: > Spike(William)/Xander > Spike(William)/Xander Views: 4638 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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William's body stretched luxuriously under me, willing and pliant.

He turned his head to the side when my lips trailed up his neck hotly. With a dart of my tongue there, a whispered moan fell from his parted lips and fueled whatever it was that hovered between us, pulling us toward each other ever so pressingly. I kissed along his jaw and the soft cotton of the pillow shifted with him when his neck arched back for me to taste his throat. I felt him swallow under my lips and my hips pressed against his needfully. At our sides, our hands clung, fingers entwining blindly like a mimicry of our actions to come. I dipped my tongue in the small dent at the base of his throat, and he chuckled breathlessly. I smiled against his skin, learning him.

His chest heaved slowly but deeply under my kisses, and I disentangled my hand from his to touch his side. Another soft laugh escaped him when I ran my fingers down to his hip, and he moved as if he was both pulling away and drawing closer for more.

Ticklish. Aw.

A pleased grin danced on my lips and I flicked his nipple teasingly with my tongue. Warm fingers touched my hair hesitantly, before sinking into it when I grazed my teeth to the aroused flesh. He nuzzled the top of my head and said my name in a quiet whisper. It'd been a while since anyone had whispered my name like that, and a familiar feeling blossomed in my chest, the feeling of falling too easily, too hard. But it didn't feel reckless this time, and I pushed it aside for later inspection. It was nice to know it was there.

I traced with my mouth the lean muscles down to the dip of his navel, where I lingered for a moment so I could lie between his legs. The way his thighs parted under my touch told of experience that the body, unlike the mind, does not forget.

My nails raked gently through the dark blond curls, teasing still. I cupped his balls in one hand, cradling softly, fingertips brushing against the sensitive skin behind them. His hips left the mattress but I anticipated the movement and my lips and teeth grazed loosely around the head of his cock. The countered movement threw him off and sent a powerful shiver up his back, making it arch clear off the bed.

"God, Xander..."

His earlier confessions had left him shy and quiet, despite his open eagerness to be touched. But when he spoke, even just to breathe a word or two, his voice rose clearly through the quasi-silence of the room, quiet but louder than the muffled sounds of the early-morning traffic several storeys down. His softened accent molded my name beautifully, and I made a mental note to learn all the things that made him say it that way. It wouldn't be difficult; I already felt skilled at... at him.

I crawled back up his body and he met me in an open-mouthed kiss, slipping his lips between mine hotly. My mind went blank for a moment when his teeth grazed my bottom lip, tongue lapping at the swollen flesh. I was panting against the corner of his mouth, trying hard to piece my brain back together long enough to string a sentence together.

"We need to... Do you have anything?"

Will looked up at me, propped up on his elbows, and we were much too close for dialogue. But neither pulled back. I couldn't see anything but the deep black of his dilated pupils, eclipsing almost completely the cloudy blue. I reached up and brushed my thumb under his eye, where a healthy flush coloured his cheek.

"I, I don't. I haven't been with anyone since Liz."

Since I happened to be thinking, at that very moment, that he was quite possibly the most beautiful human to walk this earth, this took me aback. "In three years?"

He grinned sheepishly, the flush spreading. "Well, not exactly."

I gasped with a mock scowl. "William! You skank!"

"Hey!" He shoved me back, grinning.

"Shtupping your own ex-wife!"

He shoved me off the bed with his foot on my stomach and I landed in a giggling lump on the carpet.

Will leaned back on his elbows, suddenly sporting Spike's patented cocky grin and a very enthusiastic hard-on. "Well I *said* it was amicable."

I grabbed my jeans from a few feet away and fished out my wallet. "That's not amicable, that's daytime television." I came back to lean against the edge of the bed, brandishing a small foil wrapper. "Got it."

"You walk around with a condom in your wallet? What are you, sixteen?" he snorted, a bit breathless, decidedly sounding more and more like Spike. Did lust do that to him? I planned on finding out.

"Hey, always prepared."

"And I'm the skanky one."

I climbed back on the bed and he met me halfway, our bodies immediately curving into each other again. Further thoughts of comedic verbal sparing were effectively driven away from my mind when he sat up against me and thrust his tongue into my mouth, clamping his hand behind my head. Then he broke the kiss with an audible slurp and snatched the condom from my fingers.

"I'll take that."

I snickered and opened my mouth to comment on his sudden animation, but he pushed my shoulder until my back was against the mattress and him over me, mirroring our earlier embrace. Only this time, I was the one looking up at him.

My mouth literally watered.

I swallowed hard and squeezed my eyes shut, suddenly feeling like I'd never done this. Well I'd never done this with him, so I guess the feeling was valid. I could've put this in sappier terms, but the blood had rushed out of my head, leaving me dizzy and burning up everywhere he touched me.

His warm weight over me was like balm on aching muscles. I was never one to just lay there and take it, and being pinned under Will, while decidedly a pleasant novelty, didn't thwart that. My hands were everywhere on him, palming the moving muscles, coaxing the hardened flesh of his nipples into sending visible shivers down the curve of his spine. His breath hitched against my neck and our hips rose together, skin flush against skin, grinding hungrily. I groaned and his teeth grazed the length of my neck, tongue tasting the light sheen of sweat I could feel on my skin, the kind that only comes from another body heat closely feeding your own.

He licked my collarbone, tongue flat along the length of it, feral and possessive. And it felt like it was something he was familiar with, something not quite new to 'William'. He muffled my whimper with a hard kiss, one that sent me reeling, the kind of kiss *I* usually gave when I was trying to prove a point and didn't have the words for it. But his felt a little less thought-out, and a whole lot messier. His hand reached between us and took a solid hold of my cock, holding my hips down with his free hand. He faced me, looked like he was going to say something, but instead ducked down and out of my view.

Good GOD.

Then heat, incredible heat, where I still expected cold. Wet heat and wet sucking sounds and warm, wet fingers stroking and caressing and examining each inch of flesh they could reach. I felt devoured, in the most literal sense of the word. It felt more honest, more earnest than anyone's mouth had ever felt on me. The sincere, clumsy need easily outshone any lack of experience he might've had. His hair tickled my belly and I both felt and heard him moan. My fingers dug into the soft linen and I was about to reach down to yank him away - too soon, too close, gotta make this last, gotta be for him, I was a jerk to him last night - but it was warm and wet and firm and just right, the bastard, I could've kill Angel for teaching him and - gone. Gone? Gone, but replaced with those fingers, stroking and caressing with intent now, unrolling the condom down my length. A goodbye kiss and he was back over me, but not for long. This part I did best. This part I wanted to do for him.

I fastened my mouth over his and held him against me, until he was back under me. Panting, I grinned at how disheveled he looked, even more breathless than I was, and he answered with a smirk straight out of my youth. I leaned down again and covered it with a demanding kiss, way past the delicate softness of foreplay. He bit at my lips, breaths melding, noses bumping in haste. I spoke into the kiss, unsure of the words that were coming out of my mouth.

"We need... shit, you don't have..."

"Wait, wait, wait, wait, I do have something... Let me just..." He reached for the bedstand, fumbling blindly for the drawer. It might've been easier to let go of his mouth for the operation, but that would've been asking way more of me than I was capable of at the moment.

Then he grinned into my mouth. "Woohoo!"

"I gotta say," I gasped, catching my breath and admiring that lovely face, brightened by arousal, "I've had guys say a lot of things during this, but I never got a 'woohoo!'"

Will shoved a small plastic bottle in my hand. Took me a moment to remember how to read English.

"Girlie hand lotion."

"Liz's."

"There's something truly twisted about this," I managed to snicker, flipping the cap open with my thumb. Mmm, aloe.

I only had one hand free, so Will grabbed the bottle and squirted a generous dollop of lotion in my hand, before tossing the bottle so far away from the bed it skidded into the livingroom. His knees hooked over my hips and I reached down and past his throbbing erection. He moaned when the cool substance touched his skin, but immediately relaxed into my touch, so much so that I could just slip one finger in, easily. At this point, I thought my heart would just pound out of my chest. If only he'd stopped looking at me, for just a moment so I could've gotten myself together - but he didn't, and the words just tumbled out of me, tangled, cliché but so heart-felt it almost hurt to utter them.

"God... so warm, Will. Like, like daylight. Like you. And tight, so tight, too tight... I can't..." He gasped when I slid a second finger in, with no resistance but an enveloping warmth. He hung on to my every word, fighting to keep his eyes open and his focus on my lips.

"Xan, Xander..."

"Shh... yeah like that." I shifted so my hand could move more easily. "Tight and hot and I can't wait to get inside you and I want to be inside you right now and I can't, but I will, just... just hold still for a moment, hold still. One more, just one more and it's in and I want you around me, me inside you, you know how it is. It's good, Will. God, I want you. I'm sorry about last night." I dropped my forehead to his chest, loving the feel of him around me like this. I couldn't imagine what it would be like in a moment. "I can't-- I can't wait and it has to be now....."

He pulled me up and kissed me hard.

"Spike--"

"Please," he breathed into my mouth.

I nodded, hair in my eyes but blinded more by the ghost feel of his wet mouth on me, colouring out of the lines of my lips. I leaned in, and there was more kissing, soft kissing, kissing was good. Chin brushing against chin, cheek against cheek, mouth against mouth. Tongues licking each other's lips. My hair fell on his face, against the lighter strands of his curls, and I pressed my cheek to Will's as I pressed in. My lips parted in a silent gasp at the feel of it, letting me in and closing around me, perfectly.

Nuzzling the heated skin at his temple, I tried to think really, really hard about lint and taxi cabs and reorganising my dark room and anything but the way Will felt pressed against me, around me. Anything but the warm slick-slide of skin on skin. Anything but the hot press of Will's cock between our bodies. Anything but any of that, anything but now, and here, and him, and it was no good because I couldn't think about anything else as Will lay there for me, writhing and moaning, again for me, and because of me.

Then I was moving, hard and fast and deep, and somewhere in the back of my mind I worried that I might've be hurting him, but he thrust up as I thrust down and cried out, high and sweet. The sound spurred me on, and it was all I could do not to come right then and there. It wouldn't be long, I knew; I could tell from the hot rush of sensation pooling at the base of my spine.

With a heave, I pushed all of my weight onto one arm, and reached between our bodies with the other hand to take Will's cock. I grasped firmly and pumped, once, twice, three times in unison with the rhythm of my own thrusts. And that was all it took. Will arched up, away from the mattress and into my body, hot seed spurting into the space between our stomachs, making the slip and slide of skin that much easier. One last thrust, hard and deep, and I was there too, and it was so good and so right and the world fell away until all that was left was me and Will and that still surprising heat.
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