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Cause and Effect	By : elizashaw Category: AtS/BtVS Crossovers > Slash - Male/Male > Spike(William)/Xander > Spike(William)/Xander Views: 6461 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Xander swam groggily up from the dreamless sleep that surrounded him. He blinked his eye, and as he reached to wipe the sleep from it, he realized his right arm was trapped beneath his bedmate. Last night came back in a rush, and he forced himself to stay absolutely still, unwilling to wake Spike from what appeared to be a peaceful sleep.

The tousled blond head rested against his right arm, and his chest pressed to the unmoving back of the man he had his other arm draped over. Sometime in the night, they had shifted positions, with Xander waking spooned against Spike's back, legs entangled.

As Xander became aware of their arrangement, he also became aware of the morning hard-on that pressed against a sleep-warmed backside. For a moment, he willed himself back to sleep. In sleep, he could deny the confusing emotional onslaught from the night before. In sleep, he could escape the desire for physical connection that centered in his cock.

He closed his eye, unable to look at the Spike's peaceful posture. Such peace came so seldom to any of them. How much less must it come for a century old killer with thousands of lives on his conscience? Xander didn't want to disturb that peace for either of them.

However, he couldn't deny the effect of Spike's body on his own. In the years since the fall of Sunnydale, he had not shared a bed with anyone. Not that there hadn't been opportunities, but he could never bring himself to be so vulnerable as to sleep with anyone this close. A quick fuck in another room—sometimes paid for, he grimaced to remember—to relieve the physical need was one thing, but the vulnerability of sleeping, holding someone close to him, pressed too closely on the walls he needed in place to keep going every day.

Those walls had crashed spectacularly the night before, and Xander already dreaded the aftermath. He knew that the day had to begin. They would both have to wake and return to Wolfram & Hart to research and what? defeat? drive away? destroy? the First Slayer who threatened them. That meant facing Spike after breaking down so utterly and begging to be held against the bad dreams. Bitter shame welled up along with that memory.

Xander swallowed a gasp as Spike shifted in his sleep. That firm backside rubbed against his eager cock, replacing remorse with good old fashioned lust. He squeezed his eye shut and moved his hips subtly, against all good sense searching for sensation.

"Wondered if you were gonna get around to doing something with that." An amused whisper reached Xander's ears as Spike matched the gentle movement.

Xander started, but before he could back away, Spike shot out an arm and held him close.

"Don't go."

"Sorry, fuck. Didn't mean to wake you up." Xander felt the blush running up his chest to his cheeks.

"Already awake." Spike breathed back. "Waiting for you."

Xander shook his head, then, aware that Spike wouldn't be able to see him, spoke. "You don't know what you're saying. You don't want this. Just emotional aftermath or something." The words came out slightly gasped as Spike kept up the gentle movements of his pelvis, sliding ever so slowly and minutely against Xander's cock.

"You want this." Spike suddenly ground back hard and then without warning turned in Xander's arms to press his own desperate cock against Xander's thigh. "I want this."

Xander kept his eye squeezed shut, shaking his head even as his body belied him, hips jerking against the hard stomach, hands clenching Spike's back.

"Xander," Spike's voice softened. "Look at me." He watched that beautiful ruined face, tracing the fatigue lines that gathered at the corners of eyes and mouth. Raw need, fear, confusion, desire all shone out at him as Xander obeyed the command.

Seeing that he had the man's attention, Spike slithered down the bed to mouth Xander's cock through the thin fabric of his cotton boxers.

"You don't want this," Xander repeated breathlessly, wanting to stop him but at the same time wanting to rip his cock free and slide it between welcoming lips, lips that had kissed him with kindness and concern last night in the shower, lips that had spoken words to shatter through his defenses and yet hold him together.

Spike growled. "Want this." He bit gently on the twitching cock. "Want you." He wouldn't take the man against his will—fuck knows he had come too close already to doing that last night during their fight—but he needed this. He couldn't have explained it to either of them, this desperate need to hold onto the connection that had been forged in the hospital and again in the trauma of the last twelve hours. But he needed Xander to feel that need as well.

Xander's pupil dilated at the sensuous vision before him. His cock demanded what his heart feared most—connection. Sure, they had held one another through some of their deepest fears in the last week, but sex with a friend never led anywhere good in Xander's experience. Mostly it led to dead friends. And pain. Worlds upon worlds of pain.

Spike mouthed Xander's cock patiently, sensing the man's capitulation. He recognized the fears. He probably had similar ones himself, but dear god the need.

Xander lifted his hips and began to slide the boxers down. Spike scrambled out of the way to help, avoiding words that could only get in the way at this point.

"Wait," Xander pressed a hand to one pale shoulder to hold the vampire away. He blushed. "I can't just, um, lie there while you…" He gestured vaguely. Spike looked at him with a mixture of impatience and confusion.

"Turn around."

Spike looked over his shoulder dubiously.

"Not that way, dipshit." Xander laughed, the tension of the moment broken. He gestured longwise down the bed. "Head to foot. You know."

Understanding flashed across Spike's chiseled features and dissolved into a hungry lust that left Xander scrambling to draw breath.

They settled into position, and with a sigh, Xander felt Spike's lips slide over the burning skin of his erection. In response, he licked across the blood-reddened cock before him. Minor shifts in position on each side occurred as they each settled to the task before them.

Xander pushed aside the nagging thought that this position had more to do with his need for distance than with the desire to suck Spike off. Granted that desire was there, but concentrating on that velvet hard cock that slid back and forth over his tongue left no room for what ifs or what does it all mean types of questions.

Xander groaned around the foreskin he had been tonguing as Spike pulled back with particularly hard suction. Between the sensation that his cock shot up his spine to his brain and the determination to give as good as he got, Xander effectively shut down all worries about anything but fucking.

They set about a conversation without words. Spike grazed teeth along the thick vein on the underside of Xander's cock. Xander responded with a thrust of the tongue over the head of Spike's erection, sliding underneath the foreskin to get to his prize.

Struggling to keep his hips from pounding into those strong lips, down that alabaster throat, Xander gripped Spike's ass and pulled the vampire's cock as far down his own throat as he could, swallowing hard against the intrusion. He repeated the gesture twice more, pulling back and gasping for air between each swallow. The third time, he had to remind himself not to bite down as Spike effectively sucked his orgasm out through sheer bloody-minded determination aided by vampire strength and the lack of respiratory demands.

His orgasm ripped through him, and Xander groaned around Spike's cock, struggling to retain his hold on conscious thought long enough to shove one long finger into Spike's ass and scrape a dull nail along the insides until he hit the spongy prostate trigger that had Spike coming sharp and sudden over his tongue.

Swallowing the offering quickly, Xander licked a long trail down Spike's softening cock and shuddered as Spike returned the gesture. Post-orgasm laziness settled through his limbs, but he nearly jumped as Spike's face suddenly appeared over him with an entirely self-satisfied grin.

"Was it good for you?" he purred.

Xander rolled his eye. "If you gotta ask, I'd say you weren't paying attention, buddy."

Spike grinned once more and leant down to kiss the swollen lips of the man before him, but before he could make contact, Xander turned his head. He backed off in confusion as Xander struggled to get his limbs back under enough control to get out of the bed.

"Gotta pee." Xander avoided eye-contact. He yanked his boxers up and stumbled to the bathroom, leaving Spike sprawled on the bed staring after him.
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