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End of Days	By : Margie Category: AtS/BtVS Crossovers > Slash - Male/Male > Spike(William)/Xander > Spike(William)/Xander Views: 1661 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"Huh?" Xander was more than just a bit bewildered. "Why me?"

"Don't you think I haven't asked myself that?" Spike answered exasperated. "Some bloke tells me I've probably only got twenty-four hours to live, and what the Hell do I want? You!" Spike poked at the air in front of Xander as if it had offended him. "I don’t go running to Buffy, or even the bit, but you, Xander Harris!" He stood, beginning to pace the room again, throwing his hands in the air and gesturing wildly. "Do you think I bloody know why?"

"You want me?" Xander asked, voice squeaking.

"Bloody buggering fuck! Yes! What the Hell do you think I've been on about?"

Xander let Spike continue pacing while he tried to calm his own fast beating heart and figure out what this all meant, and what he wanted to do about it.

Spike wanted him.

After the initial shock of seeing Spike on the other side of the door, Xander had found that he'd actually been happy to see the vampire. Glad to know that he was alive, or at least, still undead. And that he hadn't been dusted in the final battle against the First. And now here he was, letting Xander know that he was possibly going to be dusted again, this time permanently.

And what did that mean to Xander? Did he care?

Spike was still muttering and pacing, but Xander tuned him out. Yeah, so the bleached wonder hadn't exactly been as annoying as usual in the last few months they'd known each other. He'd even been kind of friendly; kind of supportive even, and Xander would never forget the way Spike had raced back to help him when Caleb had trapped him and taken out his eye.

Shivering his hand came up to feel the patch he still wore to cover the empty socket.

While Xander'd been pondering the situation Spike had come up and unbeknownst to Xander taken a seat next to him on the bed. "Does it still hurt, luv?"

"No." Xander answered, turning to face Spike once more. "Did I ever thank you for coming back for me?"

Shaking his head, Spike answered silently.

Xander stared at him, wondering if this was some kind of game, then deciding that he really didn't care. There was something there. Something he hadn't ever acknowledged, or wanted to acknowledge before. But Spike was here, miraculously, and was it really up to Xander to give up this chance?

His hand came up to cup Spike's cheek, then he leaned forward and pressed their lips together. "Thank you."

Spike groaned chasing Xander's lips as the boy pulled away from him.

Laughing Xander stopped, letting Spike take him in another hungry kiss. The vampire's lips devoured him, and before he knew it Spike had pushed off both their shirts and was working on their pants.

Xander began to panic, to wonder what he'd gotten himself into when Spike pulled away. "What is it, luv?" His blue eyes were filled with concern, his hands running soothingly over Xander's skin.

Xander's panic receded at the gentle way Spike handled him. "Nothing." He shook his head. "Kiss me again?"

Spike's lips ran gently over his. Then he shifted, ghosting his lips over Xander's skin, tasting him. "Want you, luv. God! Had no idea how much until you opened that door." Spike told him, as he stripped them both of the last of their clothing.

Spike kissed his way down Xander's chest, to a budding nipple. He took the raised flesh into his mouth and suckled. Xander moaned, and fell back against the bed, papers crinkling beneath him.

They both laughed, and Xander allowed himself to be maneuvered as Spike cleared the mattress of unwanted materials. When he was done, Spike paused to stare down at Xander, naked and shivering against the bedclothes. "Cold, luv?"

"No." Xander answered, reaching out to pull Spike down atop him. "Hot."

Xander writhed beneath him, bucking when Spike's hand drifted down to cup his balls. He played with Xander's sac, squeezing anssagssaging until the boy was incoherent with need. He released him only to pull at his cock, the tip slick with pre-cum. Spike massaged the liquid into the head and up and down the sides of his shaft. Trailing a fingernail against a particularly throbbing vein, smirking at the yelp it pulled from Xander.

"Spike, please!"

"Xan, do you have any slick, luv?"

"Oh, God!" Xander thrust up, needing Spike to add more friction, to do something. "Slick?" His mind was a jumble of needs and wants. "Lotion? In the bathroom?" Xander gave the answer as more of a question.

Spike was off and back within seconds, small bottle of lotion in hand. He grinned and crawled panther like back onto the bed. Xander shuddered at the imagery, panting hard at the animal lust he saw in Spike's eyes.

His teeth clenched and his eyes shuttered closed at the first tenuous touch of Spike's finger against his hole. The lotion was cold and the oily feeling made Xander squirm, but then Spike's finger was inside him, touching him. And he was groaning, and pushing back, and then Spike scratched his prostate and Xander's ass went flying off the bed as he screamed in pleasure.

Lost in a haze of desire, Xander hadn't realized that Spike was done stretching him, until the mushroom head of his cock was pressing against Xander's opening. He sucked in a breath, waiting, then finally he felt it. A delicious burn that seared him inside and out, as Spike pushed through. Xander's groan was one part pain and four parts pleasure. He'd never felt anything like it before.

Spike was taking pains not to just thrust in hard and fast. Xander's arse was tight and warm around him and it took all of his control to keep a slow and steady pace. When Xander had finally taken all of him, Spike had to stop and rest. He wanted to give Xander time to adjust, but he also needed time to calm himself before he came too soon.

"Okay, luv?" Spike asked, rubbing soothing circles on Xander's lower back. Spike dropped kisses wherever he could reach, wanting to give Xander enough time.

Xander took several deep breaths, waiting until the pressure eased. Experimentally he pushed back against Spike, and was rewarded with a deep groan from the vampire. "Yes, Spike, move, please." His voice was plaintive with need.

Spike closed his eyes, Xander's desire doing more to stretch his already fragile control than anything else. Slowly he pulled out, until nothing but his cockhead was left inside Xander's tunnel, then he slid back in, in one long stroke. They both moaned, as Spike continued that slow torture.

"Xan, God, feels incredible, luv. Feels so good. Fuck!" Spike's rhythm increased, his hands gripping Xander's hips hard.

"Spike, yes." Xander pushed back against him. "Never, oh Jesus, never knew." Xander regained enough sense to shift so that he could wrap one hand around his cock. He stripped himself raw as Spike continued to plow into him.

And then they were both coming, screaming, and grasping each other while they rode out their climaxes.

They toppled onto the bed, Spike still clinging to Xander's trembling form. Xander turned and kissed Spike's temple, his eyelids, and then his lips.

"How much time do we have before you leave?"

***

Lorne threw his head back in ecstasy as Christian sucked at his dick. The boy definitely knew what he was doing, that was for sure. They'd barely walked in the door before Christian had him pushed up against the wall, hands wandering every which way.

"Want to suck you off. Can I?"

And who was Lorne to refuse a request like that? So they'd quickly made their way to Lorne's bedroom, where they'd both stripped bare and before Christian had pushed Lorne onto the bed and gone to town on his dick.

"Yeah, baby." Lorne murmured, thrusting up into the willing mouth. As Christian pulled up and off, he scraped blunt teeth against Lorne's rigid flesh making the demon stiffen his cock spasming as it shot out spurts of salty cum. Christian caught every drop on his tongue, then swallowed it down while Lorne watched.

"Oh, sweetie, twas was beautiful." Lorne complimented him.

"You haven't seen anything yet." Christian pulled a small tube of lube from his discarded jeans. "I've been eyeing your ass all night." He advanced, tube in hand as Lorne lay back on the bed. Christian slicked his fingers up before asking, "You don't mind if I fuck you, do you?"

"Just be gentle, baby." Lorne winked at him.

"Oh, I think you're talking to the wrong guy, Lorne." Christian's eyes held a mischievous glint. "I'm gonna be anything but gentle."

And then he pounced, fingers pushing in, fucking Lorne until he was hard and wanting again. Then Christian was inside him, fast and hard, thrusting in and out without care for anything but his own pleasure.

Lorne felt himself teetering on the edge. Christian's savagery doing nothing but make him ache even more for release. And then he was shooting, shouting out Christian's name as he clenched his ass around the other man's thick shaft.

Christian grunted coming hard, pistoning his hips until his own climax tapered off. They collapsed, Lorne falling asleep almost immediately. Christian stood, and headed for the bathroom.

Stepping into the shower he let the glamour go, reverting to his own form. Drying off, he quickly redressed before walking back out into the bedroom where Lorne still lay sleeping.

"Thanks. I needed that." He blew a kiss to the slumbering man.

Then picking up his jacket Lindsay headed out the door.

***

Oh, fuck! He was inside her again. The feel of her, the sounds she made, everything was exactly as it used to be. Exactly as he remembered it.

Fred was groaning and bucking up against him, her legs wrapped securely around his hips. "More, Charles, please." She moaned making Gunn thrust harder, faster.

Images and memories blurred together, making him see things he shouldn't. Fred. There with him. Loving him.

"I love you, Fred." Gunn groaned as he pressed her down into the couch cushions.

"Yes, Charles." Fred smiled back at him. "I love you, too."

Leaning forward he took one of her breasts in his mouth, suckling at her nipple, making her groan. "God, I love the feel of you, the taste of you. I'll never get enough. Won't ever let you go." He promised her.

"You won't have to." Fred assured him. "I'll always be yours. Take me, Charles."

"Yes!" Gunn was practically hammering in to her. He didn't remember ever feeling this way. This crazy need to take her with force, with everything he had. But here he was, taking her. And she liked it.

der,der, Charles, make me feel it." Fred begged. "Oh, your cock feels so good inside me. Fuck me harder, Charles. Fuck me harder!"

And just like that the illusion was shattered. Fred, his Fred, would never say things like that. Would never be so brazen in bed, or anywhere really.

But he couldn't stop himself. He'd gone too far. He was too close to cumming, and he just kept on thrusting. Kept on plowing into Illyria, taking her hard, doing what she had begged him to do. He felt his balls draw up. Felt his pulse quickening and his cock throbbing.

He came hard, screaming Fred's name.

***

They were on the couch, naked and kissing.

"Wes, are you sure?"

"Yes, Angel, please." Wesley reassured him, shifting so that he was laying back on the couch, giving Angel access to his pucker.

Groaning, Angel pushed a finger in, slicked with lotion, and began to stretch him. He couldn't believe they were here, that he was finally going to have Wes. "You don't know how long I've waited for this." Angel admitted.

"I think I do." Wesley answered with a grunt as Angel added another finger. "I did it for you, Angel. I was only trying to protect you." Wesley explained on a sob, regret, desire, and guilt crashing inside of him. "I loved you...before." The words escaped without his consent.

Angel's hand stilled and Wesley wished he could take back the words. "And do you still?"

"Y-yes, I - when the box was shattered it all came back." Wesley admitted, unable to look Angel in the eye. His mouth opened on a surprised gasp when Angel's lips collided with his own.

"Good." The word was a rumbling purr through Angel's chest.

Angel's mouth began to move over him, biting, tasting, and suckling on his flesh. Wesley was a boneless mass of pliant muscle before Angel was done. "Angel, please...please...I...please!"

"Yes, Wesley. God, can't wait any longer." Angel pulled his fingers out of Wesley's stretched opening, and oiled his cock before positioning himself. "Tell me if I hurt you." Angel demanded as he slowly pushed in.

"Oh, Lord." Wesley moaned, as his skin stretched to accommodate Angel's girth.

Angel stilled. "Wes? Are you okay?"

"Yes!" Wesley practically screamed, needing Angel to go further, to fully impale him. "Angel, if you don't press on I'm going to have to do something harsh."

Laughing, Angel kissed him again. "Yes, Wesley." And then he did. Entering Wesley fully, letting the other man's warmth surround and invade him.

"Wesley." Angel breathed the name.

"Angel, move, please." Wesley begged, tightening his muscles around Angel's cock in entreaty.

"Oh, fuck!" Angel couldn't stop himself from pulling out and pushing in hard. His wild desire made his thrusts erratic, but they soon found a kind of rhythm that suited them both. Angel thrusting, Wesley pushing back, both men grunting and groaning with each move.

When Angel hit Wesley's prostate for the first time the ex-Watcher stiffened, stifling a cry. Angel loved the expression on Wesley's face so much that he did it again, and again. Until Wesley was moaning constantly, biting his lip, and so close to cumming that every muscle in his body tightened with anticipation, including his sphincter.

And then Wesley's spunk was splashing on his stomach, warming Angel's skin. And the vampire roared, thrusting once, twice before letting his own orgasm overtake him.

After they'd both calmed, Angel pulled his softening cock out slowly. Wesley groaned at the feeling of emptiness, but then Angel was kissing him and he forgot everything else. The vampire stood and grabbed the Kleenex, cleaning himself and Wesley up before returning to the couch and maneuvering Wesley into his embrace. He kissed Wesley's forehead, holding him close.

"I love you, too."

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They stood together: Angel, Wesley, Spike, Lorne, Gunn, and Illyria. Five lone soldiers the last bastion against Hell on earth.
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