Day Of DaysBy Sajinn
Chapter Thirteen
This is getting to be a habit,/ Xander thought as he walked up the stairs towards his apartment. Each time he came home, he approached his apartment building feeling like he always did--nothing special. By the time he reached the main door, he was half-hard with anticipation. Would Spike be there? Sometimes Xander knew that the vampire was waiting for him. Occasionally Spike was next to him, having been out on patrol. Once in a while the blonde was lying in wait, hiding in Xander’s apartment so he could surprise the young man.
Tonight Xander hoped Spike hadn’t left at sundown. The information he’d gotten from Spike had turned the day’s work from excruciating to merely annoying, since they were able to locate the children well before the ritual started. The kids were at home with their parents, who were told there was simply an emergency drill at school that had sent the kids to a safe place. The Chaos demons were smeared on the sewer walls in great, bloody lumps. Buffy really didn’t like it when demons picked on kids.
Still, it was well past dark and Spike might have left, to feed or out of boredom. That didn’t soften Xander’s cock any, which could’ve been used to break the door down. The quickie he’d gotten earlier hadn’t taken the edge off one bit, so now Xander was feeling more than a little horny. If he wasn’t mistaken, they were working towards thirteen.
But when Xander opened up his apartment, it was dark and quiet. The television was turned off and the only thing Xander could hear was the low hum of the air conditioning unit. He stifled his disappointment and toed off his shoes. A shower was definitely in order; between the day’s work and a clan of Chaos demons, he was disgustingly dirty.
He didn’t bother retrieving any clothes from his bedroom before jumping in the shower stall and turning the water on full hot. It wasn’t a credit to his apartment that he could do that; it meant his hot water heater sucked big time. Still, a shower was a shower and after a few minutes he felt a lot more human.
Since Xander had forgone getting clothes earlier, he was damp and stark naked when he walked into his bedroom. His hand had almost reached the light switch when he glanced at his bed.
Spike.
The vampire was spread out on the sheets, glowing white in the moonlight. Legs spread, one bent slightly at the knee. A slender foot twitched back and forth against the dark fabric of the comforter, so lightly it made no sound. Pale thighs stood out in sharp contrast to the material bunched and bound beneath them, muscles demarcating lines in flawless skin.
Spike’s eyes were closed, dark eyelashes standing out against ivory flesh. Deep shadows accentuated those razor-like cheeks, the dark hollows shifting and morphing as the blonde’s mouth curved and opened, soundless moans falling unnoticed from his lips. Xander found himself gasping along with Spike, echoing each cold unneeded breath with a living, warm one.
Xander traced the outline of long arms, one draped carelessly on the pillows, framing Spike’s head. Nimble fingers twisted in blonde hair, dancing absently in the curls. The other arm was lowered, lying across Spike’s body, the hand resting on the vampire’s erection.
“Xander,” Spike whispered, as though talking in his sleep.
Xander watched, dumbstruck, as Spike’s hand wrapped around his cock, pulling with long, slow strokes. Foreskin shifting, pulled by a thumb. Fingernails tracing the vein on the underside, digging in at the base. A sharp sigh followed that move as Spike arched up, back coming off the bed. Then he settled back, soothing the pain with a gentle palm, pressing and pushing on his balls. Precum leaked out in glassy drops, only to be collected and whisked away. Spike brought his hand to his mouth, tasting himself briefly before resuming his leisurely pleasuring.
When Spike started to move faster, letting his whole body get into the activity, legs pushing off the bed as he fisted himself, Xander let his hand fall to his own erection, mirroring Spike’s motions. Squeeze, pull, push, twist. Soon Xander couldn’t tell who was groaning, who was gasping for air. Spike writhed on the bed, chanting Xander’s name in a broken whisper as he came, freezing in a contorted sprawl of limbs and skin and come, light streaks and smears on dark cotton.
“Spike!” Xander moaned as he climaxed, warm semen arcing from his body onto the bed. Xander watched in an ecstatic mixture of horror and exultation as his come fell onto Spike’s body, glistening spots on satin skin.
Spike’s eyes flew open when Xander spoke. He watched the boy come, taking in the twisted lips, wide but unseeing eyes and rictus of pleasure. Oh, his boy was beautiful like that. This had been *such* a lovely idea. “Nice,” Spike said lightly.
Xander’s jaw dropped. Spike was awake? Well, he hadn’t been quiet there at the end. Then again, he’d taken a shower. There was no way the vampire had slept through that. And, it was dark out. The boy quickly realized he’d been set up. “You were awake!” He exclaimed as he approached the now-filthy bed.
“Of course,” Spike replied. He took hold of Xander as soon as he was within reach and brought that warm body down on top of his. “How am I supposed to sleep through all your bloody clomping about?” Xander opened his mouth to reply, but Spike cut him off with a kiss. While Xander tried to catch Spike’s tongue, the vampire tapped the boy on his ass, eliciting a throaty chuckle from the human.
“Thirteen,” Spike murmured as the kiss ended.