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Life is Change	By : trudyw000 Category: BtVS Crossovers > Misc - Slash - Male/Male Views: 9166 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author's Note, I know it's been a long time since I updated, real life has been a bitch and I haven't felt very creative. However things are clearing and it looks like I may make it to my next wedding anniversary after all so I've finally been able to write again. Here it is, Chapter 19, enjoy.
Chapter 19
Hoisting himself through the skylight Dieter slipped out onto the rooftop and slid quietly down to crouch behind the small parapet at the roof-edge. The butcher's shop was well placed for his current purpose and he found himself at a spot between two streetlamps where his chances of being seen, in the unlikely event anyone was looking up here, were minimal. Poking his head briefly over the low wall Dieter swiftly scanned the street below, spotting his targets striding away from the shop towards the end of the street.
They were already half way to the corner and Dieter was about to hurry after them when some instinct had him scan the rooftop opposite. To his surprise his keen vampire eyesight spotted something that didn't belong. A narrow bore metal pipe appeared to be lying on the matching parapet of the building opposite. Staring at the out-of-place object he saw it move slightly and then withdraw back into the darkness. Following it with his eyes as they adjusted to the darkness he could dimly discern a hunched shape with large, strangely blank eyes.
Suddenly everything clicked into place and he realised what he was seeing. A gunman, wearing night vision goggles was perched on the rooftop opposite the shop, pointing a rifle at the street below. Luckily he seemed to be intent on the shop front and hadn't noticed Dieter's arrival. Wary of other, unseen observers Dieter dropped quickly back down and headed for the street corner around which Spike and his boytoy had just disappeared, he'd bet they knew something about the mysterious gunman.
It took him several minutes to make it to the corner and he vehemently hoped that the couple would still be in sight when he arrived. As he approached the end of the street it appeared that his luck was in, he heard soft voices, one of which he would recognise anywhere. Apparently Spike was in no hurry, he seemed to be engaged in a low-voiced conversation with at least two other men although from this distance Dieter could not discern the words.
Employing every bit of knowledge he had on how to move stealthily Dieter crept the last few yards until he was crouched immediately above his prey. The small parapet that fronted the main street did not continue around to this side street and so his cover was gone and he crawled the last few feet on his belly, keeping his body pressed as close to the side wall as he could to take advantage of its shadow. Finally he reached the edge and, feeling uncomfortably exposed he craned forward to peer down at the men below. He was right, Spike and his little human were involved in conversation with three other men.
Now able to catch the words spoken below, the first thing he heard was Spike saying “You have a favourite flavour of ice-cream right?"
The question seemed a little bizarre to the listening figure on the roof above but as he continued to listen he couldn't suppress a slight snigger as he realised the analogy that Spike was drawing. Any desire to laugh disappeared moments later as Spike dismissed his love for Drusilla as if it had been nothing at all.
That however appeared to end the conversation below and Dieter risked another glance over the edge to see Spike and his human leaving with two other men whilst the large, black man crossed the street to talk to another figure dressed all in black with familiar goggles pushed up onto his head. From his vantage point Dieter watched the brief conversation and as the black clad figure turned to walk away he read the letters on the back of his jacket in shock. SWAT. Spike working with the police! One quarter of the Scourge of Europe, lapdog to those incompetents. The same incompetents who had kept Dieter amused as he watched and laughed at them as they tried to uncover some clue to who was leaving a trail of dead bodies all over Cascade.
Moments later the street below was empty. Dieter counted slowly to thirty in his native tongue before he risked movement. His perch was more precarious as well as more exposed now. He moved cautiously without the low wall between him and the two storey drop to the sidewalk below. Creeping along the roof edge he made his way to the place where two gutters joined and after carefully scanning the street below and the roofs opposite he slipped over the edge and climbed down the drainpipe to a convenient fire escape below and was swiftly back at ground level with no hue and cry raised behind him.
His quarry was out of sight by the time he reached the ground but Dieter had seen the direction that they had gone and he was able to quickly follow, not having to worry so much about remaining unseen now. As he hurried along the street Dieter strained his ears for any sound of his prey.
Apparently, wherever they were going they weren't in a hurry and it wasn't long before Dieter heard the sounds of friendly banter from ahead of him. Slowimg down to an easy stroll Dieter was careful not to close the gap too much more. He didn't want to risk attracting Spike's attention, especially not when he was alone and Spike had back-up, even if they were just humans. In this way he tracked them back to a small motel just off the interstate. Unfortunately by the time he reached the motel they had gone, apparently driven away.
Still Dieter wasn't concerned, the chances were that Spike and his human were staying here and plastering on his most ingratiating smile he entered the small reception area. Pouring on the charm to enthral the helpless man behind the desk Dieter was soon after leaving with a Spike's room number and a spare key. He made a detailed reconnaissance of the room, enough to be certain that Spike and the other man were living there, and from the aroma that still tainted the air, they were more than just friends.
Being careful not to leave any sign of his visit Dieter left the room and hurried back to the butcher's shop.
Meanwhile, as Dieter was relaying his information to Laura, Spike, Xander, Jim and Blair had finished their meeting with Simon and were heading back to the loft apartment to enjoy a well-earned evening of peace in preparation for the full-scale raid on the butcher's shop that they anticipated for the next day.
Driving to the loft Spike allowed a greater gap than normal to open up between the two cars until the tail-lights of the blue and white truck disappeared into the distance. Hoping that at this distance he would be able to have a private conversation with Xander. He turned to the younger man at his side, "you did good tonight."
Xander had been musing quietly as they drove but he was pulled out of his introspective mood by the softly spoken words. "Thanks."
He fell silent for a few moments more.
"You don't have anything to worry about you know." He finally muttered.
Surprised Spike turned to stare at Xander until the younger man jerked his head pointedly at the road ahead and Spike returned at least part of his attention to his driving. "I'm the 'big bad' of course I don't have anything to worry about!" he stated firmly.
The effect was ruined a few moments later though when he followed up with "what don't I have to worry about?"
"Jim or... or Dieter." The hesitation was clear and Spike was wondering just how to respond with Xander carried on.
"I was just demonstrating to Jim, there was wasn't anything in it, and well, I know Dieter tried to take Dru from you but he didn't succeed with her, what chance would he have with me."
"I wasn't jealous you know." Spike sounded a little sheepish.
Xander tried hard to quash the grin that followed but it forced its way out. "You growled!" Xander pointed out, the amusement obvious in his voice.
"I did didn't I," the rueful tone clear in his voice. "It wasn't jealousy though, it was..." Spike groped around for a word, "possessiveness."
"Is that even a word?" Xander asked to cover the thrill that had run up his spine at the word. Apparently the thought of being possessed by Spike did strange things to his insides.
Spike just shot him a sidelong glance and growled playfully causing the knot of desire curling in Xander's stomach to tighten even further as they pulled into the parking lot outside of 852 Prospect.
Jim and Blair were nowhere to be seen when they got out of the car so they headed straight for the door where Blair quickly buzzed them in. They walked up the stairs, their shoulders brushing amiably together. As they pushed through the fire door they saw the apartment door propped open waiting for them and a warm sense of welcome flooded both men. A feeling they realised had been sadly lacking from their lives in Sunnydale for a long time now.
As they walked into the loft Jim was carrying an armful of, what appeared to be, laundry out of the small side room that they had never seen open before, up to the sleeping space on the upper level. Blair meanwhile was in the small kitchen area and from the rich aroma was apparently making cocoa.
Seeing Jim trailing clothes from the untidy bundle in his arms Xander moved swiftly to help, picking up stray items and following the taller man up the stairs where he was soon at work sorting and folding the pile which seemed to consist largely of plaid, flannel shirts, whilst Jim rearranged the clothes already up there to clear shelf space for the new arrivals.
Spike had other priorities, he headed into the kitchen and was soon immersed in helping Blair and, most importantly, ensuring that there were sufficient marshmallows in each cup.
There followed a convivial evening between friends as the four men finally had time to spend time together in a purely social context. No more big reveals, just friendly one-up-man-ship as they told increasingly outlandish tales of demons vanquished and villains safely locked away behind bars. The evening flew by until suddenly Jim chanced to look at the clock on the chimney breast.
"Damn!"
"What's up?" Blair looked up sharply from where he was curled up cozily in the corner of one couch listening to Xander as he recounted an agonising tale of an encounter with a singing demon called Sweet. Following Jim's line of sight Blair was shocked to see how late it had gotten.
Realising that he had lost his audience Xander looked to see what had caught the other men's attention. "Oops, I'll see your Damn and raise you a Holy Shit!" Slapping Spike on the thigh he pointed to the clock showing 4:35, "we'd better get going, it's murder trying to get ash out the car's upholstery."
On an impulse Blair spoke up, "stay over." Looking to Jim for support he saw only agreement in those ice blue eyes. "My room is free, there's only a small window in there, one we could easily cover and we have black out blinds on all the windows in here.
Putting two and two together Xander remembered the stack of plaid shirts he'd folded after they'd arrived, looking from Jim to the small side room and then up to the sleeping space above. "You mean earlier I..."
Blair couldn't help but laugh, "Yes, thanks for your help moving."
Ignoring the sniggers of the other men Xander turned to Spike "what do you want to do?"
Looking at Xander Spike thought for a moment. It was obvious that the younger man wanted to stay in a place where they had both been made to feel so welcome. "If you are sure there won't be a problem with two Sentinels in close proximity then we should stay."
"Well we've managed this far, I think we can survive until morning without getting into a Sentinel pissing contest." Xander offered his opinion "what do you think Jim?"
In answer Jim went over to the closet and retrieved a length of heavy black out material. "You'll be needing this."
Taking the armful of cloth Xander headed into the small room to see what could be done to keep the deadly sunlight out. At the door he stopped and turned, "not that I'm complaining, but why do you have this stuff on hand?"
Blair was in the process of flipping a series of switches in a hidden panel beside the balcony door, as he flipped each switch a thick blind rolled down over another window, firmly blocking out any chink of light that might intrude come morning. "Some nights Jim just couldn't sleep because of the light from these windows, we had a white noise generator installed up there a few years back too. He's a lot less cranky when he gets a good night's sleep."
"Hey!" Jim objected to the last comment but it was plain from the look that the two men shared that there was no animosity involved. "That reminds me..." and Jim disappeared back into the closet, emerging moments later with a small electronic device of some kind which he offered to Spike.
"Thanks," Spike examined the device from all angles before looking up at Jim, "what is it?"
"It's a portable white noise generator, turn it on and leave it in the corner of the room, it'll help block out a lot of the outside sounds that might make it difficult for Xander to sleep." Jim explained as he showed Spike the power switch on the compact unit.
Blair hadn't spent much time in Jim's space before, so finding himself the first one there after getting their guests settled he was interested to look about him. Hearing Jim reach the top of the stairs he turned to ask where his stuff had been put. However on catching sight of the other man all speech fled. Standing before him was the feral Sentinel he'd only encountered a few times before.
As he watched the other man's eyes seemed to flash with a golden light before settling back to a vibrant blue even more intense than their usual icy shade. Blair swallowed around the massive lump that had appeared in his throat as Jim stalked the few paces that brought him across the room and squarely into Blair's personal space.
Pressing his full length against his Guide Jim leaned in and softly kissed the younger man, tongue barely flickering against the slightly parted lips before it was withdrawn and the kiss ended.
Closing his eyes Blair took a deep, shuddering breath, "please tell me that you're ready" he begged.
Shifting his weight slightly Jim brought his own hardness firmly into contact with Blair's. "I'm so far beyond ready," he growled softly and this time the kiss was hard, devouring Blair's mouth as one hand slid up into the silken curls and the other curled around a hip as he pulled him into a firm rocking motion that swiftly drove both men to the edge.
Blair's hands came up to push futilely at Jim's shoulders for a few moments before the movement broke through the haze clouding Jim's mind and he broke off, breathless and wanting more. "Jim, if we don't stop then I'm going to come here and now!"
"Will you be able to get it up again?" Jim managed.
Blair thought about it for a moment and realised that there was no question, "yes."
"Then come for me!" and Jim's hips drove forwards once, twice, three times more and both men were coming, shuddering against each other, holding on tight as if that grip was the only thing keeping each of them vertical.
Recovering first Jim pulled back, panting slightly as he regained his breath whilst starting in on the buttons of Blair's warm, flannel shirt. By the time Blair had recovered his senses enough to be aware of what was going on he was down to sticky boxer shorts which Jim quickly stripped off of him before using the discarded shirt to wipe him clean.
Leaning against the wall Blair watched as Jim stepped back to admire his work. Just having those eyes on him Blair felt himself begin to harden once again. He wanted to step forward and remove the clothes that appeared moulded to that well-muscled form. But he was still shaky from that earth shattering orgasm so instead he simply stood and watched as Jim efficiently took off his t-shirt and jeans revealing sculpted muscles and smooth, lightly bronzed skin. As Jim stepped out of his own sticky underwear the poor, abused shirt was put to work once more. Blair's instinctive objection died on his lips as he admired the perfection before him.
The sight finally gave him the strength he needed to push off the wall and step into his Sentinel's waiting arms. Enclosing his Guide in a warm embrace Jim allowed himself to flop down onto the bed, taking Blair with him so that they landed nose to nose in a tangled heap.
With a huff of laughter Blair leaned in to place a swift kiss on the end of Jim's nose, "prat" he murmured affectionately.
"Hey, it got me where I wanted to be." Stated Jim as he rolled over to cover Blair's body with his own before catching his lover's lips in a searing kiss that soon had both men burning with need and desire once more.
Again it was Blair who pulled back from the kiss. "Jim, please" he groaned, barely able to put together an intelligible sentence. "Need you, please."
Jim wasn't much better off but, as the meaning of Blair's words sank in the fear of doing something wrong and hurting his Guide caused his eyes to flash golden again as the feral Sentinel fought against his civilised cage. That fear pulled him back from the edge and he was able to manage a coherent question. "What do I do?"
Desperate to feel his Sentinel inside his own body Blair wanted to move straight to the main event but he retained enough cognitive power to realise that Jim did not need his first experience of male / male sex to involve pain and probably blood. Instead he closed his eyes and concentrated for a few moments on pushing down the need that had driven him from the first instant he had turned and seen the flash of gold in Jim's eyes.
With the desire burning within him reduced to a manageable level Blair opened his eyes and took a deep breath. They were really going to do this, "we need something slick" he murmured, voice barely above a whisper.
Jim turned away to rummage through the drawer in his bedside table. When he finally turned, back triumphantly clutching the small bottle of astro-glide he kept for those rare occasions when the pressure became too much and he needed to pleasure himself, he saw that Blair had been busy. He had stuffed a pillow beneath his hips and pulled his knees up to his chest so that the his small, puckered entrance was clearly displayed.
Swallowing against the lump in his throat he offered his prize to Blair who made no move to take it, keeping his hands where they were, holding his knees in place. "Good, put some on your fingers and massage the outer muscle," he directed.
Jim followed the instructions tentatively, scared of hurting his Guide but Blair was having none of that and he ground down on to the finger moaning "harder!" The flush that spread out from the point of contact gave Jim confidence and he pressed more firmly, circling the puckered opening, eyes darting from his glistening fingers to Blair's needy expression.
"Now, just one finger, press inside," Blair panted out the words, eager to be joined with his Sentinel.
Some of Jim's nervousness returned but he followed instructions, making sure that his forefinger was well coated with the lubricant he circled the opening once more with a slick fingertip before pressing firmly to breach the hole as his finger slipped in smoothly until, knuckles pressed against the perineum, it could go no further.
A deep groan was ripped from Blair's chest as he finally felt his Sentinel enter his body. The thought grazed his conscious mind, 'if one finger feels this good how good will his cock feel?' but when Jim slowly withdrew the finger to the first joint and pressed in again and all thought fled as Blair gave in to the incredible sensations rippling out from that one small point where their bodies were joined.
For several minutes Blair just enjoyed the amazing feeling but soon the need for more overwhelmed him and he summoned all his energy to verbalise his need, "another!"
Jim froze at the words and those intense feelings stopped and Blair keened at the loss of movement before struggling to open eyes he hadn't realised he'd closed to see why Jim's fingers weren't moving. Jim was staring at him in horror and Blair couldn't think clearly enough to understand why, at least the lack of sensation made it possible for Blair to re-voice his need and hopefully clear up any misunderstanding, "another finger, now!" he demanded, clenching around the one finger still buried deep within him.
That apparently did the trick and Jim's brow cleared. Blair felt the loss as the finger was withdrawn but it soon returned, and with company. With two fingers deeply seated inside him the feeling intensified and Blair rode the ecstasy for a while before remembering what they were leading up to. Focussing lust glazed blue eyes on his partner he concentrated on what he needed and managed to say "scissor them." Unclenching his fingers from the sheets Blair raised one hand to rest against Jim's strong chest and he demonstrated the movement he wanted.
Nodding in understanding Jim used his free hand to pull those scrabbling fingers from his chest up to his mouth where he gently kissed them before turning his attention back to his task.
Concentrating on copying Blair's movement to stretch that tight ring of muscle Jim watched in awe as his Guide fell apart in front of him. Seeing that sharp intellect reduced to pure lust and need at his hands impressed upon him just how much his partner had invested in this relationship. Watching closely he felt the loosening of the grasping channel about his fingers and recognised the signs that Blair wanted to ask for something more. This time he knew what was coming and without waiting to hear the words he withdrew his fingers then reinserted them along with a third, making sure all three were well coated in the lubricant he had unearthed from the back of the drawer.
He felt, rather than heard, the reverberating moan as he filled Blair once again and after a few tentative strokes the grip eased and movement became smooth once again so that he could resume the scissoring motions that had Blair squirming in bliss on his fingers.
Confident now in his task Jim focussed on stretching the tight channel and heightening his partners pleasure as much as possible. With three fingers now he was able to gain a little more depth and his attention was caught as he barely brushed a soft lump deep within his Guide. Frowning in concern at the implications of a strange lump in the human body he aimed for that spot on his next stroke but was unprepared for the reaction as this time he felt his fingers press firmly into the spongy mass. Blair reacted as if electrified, his head thrown back, mouth open in a wordless cry of ecstasy, sightless eyes locked on the ceiling, spine arched as he pulled his knees in tighter, pushing down hard on the intruding fingers within.
Shocked Jim tried to withdraw but found that the muscles had clamped down so hard on his fingers he was unable to remove them without fear of causing damage to his lover. So instead he stilled that hand, waiting for Blair to calm down enough to release him, meanwhile he gently stroked the fingers still held in his free hand, gently kissing the knuckles and crooning soothing sounds as he watched Blair slowly relax back onto the bed. Blair's rigid cock a vivid purple now as it strained upwards, leaking a steady stream of fluid whose salty tang teased Jim's nostrils as his focus widened from that grasping hole to take in the entire body laid out before him.
Finally the fireworks set off inside Blair's body died down and he registered the lack of movement from his partner. Seeking out the familiar, ice blue eyes he swallowed twice before attempting speech, "Don't... Do that again."
Jim nodded, continuing to croon soothing nothings as Blair realised that that wasn't what he wanted to say and tried again. "Don't stop... do that again!" hoping he'd got his point across he added "Now!" just to be on the safe side.
"But!" protested Jim, anxious for his Guide's health.
"Now!" reiterated Blair firmly, flexing internal muscles to pull those fingers deeper within his own body.
"But," repeated Jim, "there's a lump..."
Relief flooded Blair as he recognised the cause of Jim's reluctance, reduced to single words he managed "prostate" then after a further effort "good."
Still doubtful Jim acceded to his partners wishes and reached for that spot once again. The reaction this time was more muted but still intense as Blair writhed in pleasure on his fingers. It seemed that Blair was going to come again without a single touch to his rock hard cock, but realising the danger, with a gargantuan effort he pushed Jim away and ground out his demand, "you! now!"
Understanding Jim withdrew his fingers and wiped them on a handful of tissues from the box beside the bed. Then thickly coating his rigid cock with lubricant he shifted into position and as Blair's legs wrapped firmly around his waist he pressed forward feeling the slight resistance give way as the head popped through the loosened ring of muscle and he was in.
He'd thought the feeling of having his fingers embedded inside his Guide was intense, now he realised that that had been nothing, nothing at all compared to this. Infinitely slowly he pressed deeper, every millimetre forward forging a bond between Sentinel and Guide that could never be broken and never surpassed. Over the course of millennia Jim pressed forward into his Guide, with glacial speed he filled the grasping channel until finally he was fully sheathed and time snapped back into perspective once more. Drawing in a deep, shuddering breath Jim dropped his head to rest against Blair's shoulder, he stayed there, unable to move, certain that something would surely snap if he even made the attempt.
Blair was in heaven, he could feel the heavy fullness of his Sentinel sheathed deep within his body, the heavy weight of his Sentinel pressing him into the mattress, the deep shuddering breaths of his Sentinel stirring the hair on his chest but he needed more, "move" he murmured into the ear millimetres from his mouth.
The reply was muffled by his shoulder, "can't" but as Blair understood the word his rebellious spirit rose up and, digging in his heels he set up a slow rocking motion. It wasn't much but it was enough to bring Blair some relief and to demonstrate to Jim what he was missing out on if he didn't move.
Keeping his face buried in his Guide's shoulder Jim slowly drew his hips back and then pushed forwards once again. The resistance that had met his initial entrance was gone and instead Blair's body welcomed him. He drew back and for the third time he drove forwards into his Guide's fiery depths and it felt good. Raising his head he met Blair's eyes and knew that this was where he was meant to be. Blue eyes locked with blue as he set up a driving rhythm, pounding into Blair's willing body. And Blair drove him onwards, an incessant rain of encouragement falling from his lips, "more!" "harder!" "yes!"
Blair arched his spine, throwing back his head in ecstasy, this was the point where his former lovers would falter, coming too soon and making Blair wait until they had recovered sufficiently to finish him off by hand, but not this time. Jim showed no sign of stopping, instead he kept up his driving pace, sending Blair spiralling higher and higher until he felt the familiar heavy weight coiling at the base of his spine and Blair knew he couldn't hold out much longer.
Jim had experienced an epiphany of sorts, as he settled into his rhythm he realised that this wasn't some woman who, however much she might beg for more, faster, harder could never truly take all he had to give. No this was Blair, Blair who could take all that he had to offer and more, and who would return that offering with interest. Just as he was beginning to think that he couldn't last much longer Jim noticed the physiological signs that indicated Blair was nearing completion, his channel impossibly tighter, his heart pounding impossibly harder and he released all restraint, immediately the feeling began to overcome him, one, two, three thrusts more and his world exploded as both men climaxed together in an incredible crescendo that had both men shuddering in each other's arms.
When Jim came back to himself he found he was lying full-length on top of his lover while Blair's hands trailed gentle patterns over the skin of his back. Blair was showing no signs of distress but Jim knew that he was no light-weight and in moving to shift his weight off of the smaller man his softened cock slipped clear of its snug home causing Blair to moan in protest at the loss.
Settling down alongside his lover Jim tugged on a hip to pull Blair round until they lay nose to nose. Craning his neck very slightly Jim was able to lay a soft kiss on those tempting lips before whispering, "thank you."
Blair only smiled before kissing him back just as softly and snuggling in, closing his eyes and quickly falling into sleep.
Downstairs, having watched Jim walk up the stairs to the upper level Xander entered the small room that had until very recently been Blair's room. Inside he found Spike leaning against a small desk that still held some of Blair's books and papers. Cocking his head for a moment he listened carefully.
"Hear anything?" Spike asked, curious.
"No, it's strange, like there's a hole in the world, I know that Jim and Blair are up there but I can't hear anything."
Nodding to the small box on the back of the desk Spike smiled, "it's doing its job then."
Unconsciously mirroring Jim's actions above his head Xander stepped forward into Spike's personal space and kissed his Guide deeply. "Hmm," he hummed in appreciation, "you know, I seem to remember certain promises being made for when that chip had been removed."
"Ahhh" replied Spike thoughtfully. "You remember that do you?"
"Yes I do." Xander softened the bald statement with another gentle kiss.
"Well, never let it be said that I'm not a vampire of my word," and with that Spike set to work to swiftly and efficiently divest Xander of his clothes.
Xander couldn't help but be amused at the complete lack of romance as Spike concentrated wholeheartedly on his task so that very soon after Xander stood before him, completely naked, whilst his clothes adorned the room about them.
"You, my love, are definitely over-dressed" Xander smirked as he locked eyes with the still fully clothed vampire before him. Something in his words must have struck a spark because Spike's face blanked completely for a moment before he was suddenly ripping off his own clothing with vampire speed.
As soon as he was naked Spike stepped impossibly closer, kissing Xander with an intensity that made the room spin for the younger man. It was only when he felt the extended canines clashing against his own teeth that Xander realised that he was kissing Spike in full vamp-face. Something deep inside made him think that this wasn't a great idea but that still, small voice was quickly overwhelmed by the passion rolling off the vampire in waves.
As quickly as it had begun the kiss was over and Xander found himself turned to face the wall and pushed down to his knees at the side of the bed. A firm hand on his shoulder had him bending forwards and he quickly turned his head to one side so as not to bury his face in the quilt. Trepidation seized him for a moment as he feared that he was about to be taken now, dry and with no preparation but as soon as the fear raised its ugly head it was banished. Spike wouldn't do that, and then he felt it, cool fingers pulling his ass-cheeks apart and a cool, slippery organ lapping gently at his eager hole.
Shocked at what Spike was doing Xander tried to straighten but as soon as he did the gentle hand on his back hardened to steel, holding him easily in place. The lapping soon gave way to a more probing sensation as Spike tensed the muscle of his tongue and pressed into the pucker and Xander could only groan in bliss as the tireless invader probed his depths stretching and lubricating so well that when a long slender finger replaced the tongue Xander felt no discomfort, only a momentary annoyance at the loss of that incredible feeling.
Now Spike set to work in earnest stretching Xander's tight channel whilst his other hand ran along Xander's outstretched arm to interweave his fingers with those of his lover. Laid out against Xander's side Spike pressed himself in to that bronzed expanse bringing his mouth perfectly into line with the back of the Sentinel's neck. Unable to resist the sight he began to lick and nibble at the smooth skin there displayed.
Xander felt overwhelmed with sensation, strong fingers entwined with his, soft lips and sharp teeth nipping at the skin of his neck and shoulder, more fingers embedded within causing a delicious burn as they twisted and thrust, stretching the virgin passage. Before he knew where to concentrate his attention all three sources were withdrawn and Spike was shifting to kneel squarely behind him, lining his eager cock up with the glistening opening.
Unable to bear the suspense Xander hollowed his spine, pressing backwards, hoping to hurry things along, but Spike would not be hurried. He may not have the chip to hold him back from causing pain anymore, but that didn't make him any more eager to inflict unnecessary pain on his lover. Knowing how impatient Xander could be Spike was prepared, with two hands firmly gripping his Sentinel's hips he was able to retain complete control of the movement as he pressed into the tight heat.
His first entrance was slow, pausing frequently to be sure that Xander was not in any pain, but he had done his work well and is lover accepted him easily so that he was soon buried balls deep in that heavenly ass, heat burning around his own chill flesh. Once fully seated he released Xander's hips and leaned forward to press himself along Xander's spine, reaching forward to cover the younger man's hands, mimicking to the best of his ability the position described to him from Xander's dream less than 24 hours before.
Finally happy with their respective positions Spike pulled back and snapped his hips forwards, driving into the fiery depths. That was it, Xander howled in ecstasy and set up his own rhythm in counterpoint to Spike's driving pace, each stroke pressing his cock firmly into the rough quilt, giving him the friction he so desperately desired. With perfect synchronicity they rocked and swayed together, pleas and words of encouragement inextricably entwined as they dripped from two pairs of lips, each man desperate both to hold out as long as possible, and to come now!
Then Spike shifted his angle slightly and suddenly he was nailing Xander's prostate with every thrust. The intense sensations increased a hundred fold as each stroke stimulated the tiny bundle of nerves, electrifying every inch of Xander's skin and within moments Xander was coming, shooting streams of thick cream over the bedding, causing the muscles sheathing his passage to contract sharply, pulling Spike over the edge with him.
Spike would forever deny it if asked, but he was pretty sure that he had blacked out just for a moment there. Shaking off the last of the fog of lust that had shrouded his mind since Xander had called him by that sweet name, Spike withdrew from Xander's body and cleaned them both up before manhandling the larger body into the bed, crawling in behind him and curling around him in their usual sleeping position. As he settled into place he couldn't help but whisper, "did you mean it?" He hadn't realised that Xander was still awake until he sleepily replied, "of course I meant it." And he drifted off to sleep to Xander's final words, "my love."
A/N: Hope you enjoyed it, please review.
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