Day Of DaysBy Sajinn
Chapter Fourteen
“So I take it the kiddies are safe and sound?” Spike murmured as he stroked Xander’s arm.
“Mmm,” Xander hummed. He liked this a lot. Being petted. By the hand of a killing machine, no less. It was like having a deadly weapon traced along his skin. “Easy as pie.”
“Ah. Not all worn out then, are we?”
Xander grinned. “Nope.” Spike made quick work of rolling them over, until they were knotted rather tightly in the sheets. Xander had one arm free, as did Spike. They wrestled for control, Spike tickling Xander while Xander groped Spike. Finally Xander gave up on that tactic and changed directions. He had to make Spike *want* to untangle them. With that in mind, Xander reached for his nightstand. He yanked the drawer open, digging around for some lube. As he rummaged, a cold metal object bumped into his knuckles. He fumbled around, trying to get a hold of it. When he lifted it, he found that it was his favorite dagger, the one he kept brightly polished and razor sharp. He’d been lucky to have not split his hand open on it. The young man was about to drop it back into the drawer when a thought, a truly evil thought, occurred to him. Instead of leaving it, he grabbed the lube and set it on the bed, the knife still in his hand.
Spike stilled when he saw the dagger. It was a surprisingly attractive piece; Xander usually went for functionality over aesthetics in his weaponry. “Planning on using that?” He murmured, eyes still on the weapon.
“Quick and easy way out of this mess,” Xander commented, turning the knife over and over in his hand. “Unless you’ve got a better idea.”
Spike cocked his head to one side. The boy underneath him was hard and getting harder. “Give me the dagger.”
Xander glanced at the weapon, then at Spike. The vampire couldn’t hurt him, no. But still… Right now, Xander had the knife. Did he want to give it up?
Spike smiled briefly when Xander gave him the knife. It was well-balanced and sharp. He kept his eyes locked on Xander’s as he slid the blade along the boy’s body, neatly slicing the cotton sheet. Xander’s cock jumped as the blade came so close to cutting him, brushing along the fine hairs on his torso.
Xander held his breath. Spike kept the dagger in his hand as he turned them onto their sides, freeing them from the now-ruined sheets. A flash of cold on his abdomen almost made him gasp, but some very primitive part of his brain told him not to.
That cold wasn’t the cool, soft slide of Spike’s skin. No, that felt like silk in autumn; even though it wasn’t warm, it was a gentle caress.
This was the hard, flat cold of metal. Of a knife. Spike had the dagger pressed just below his navel, sort of resting flat against the skin. The vampire’s blue eyes were still focused on Xander, watching for the barest hint of discomfort.
Xander waited for Spike to move, to do something. It was torture to lay suspended as he was, implement of destruction pressed in a vulnerable area. One twist and he’d be split open, probably before Spike got zapped by the chip. But for some odd reason, Xander wasn’t afraid. Aroused? Yes. Scared? No. If only Spike would *move*. As though reading his mind, Spike shifted his arm, dragging the smooth blade up over Xander’s navel and across his torso and ribs. The blonde pressed just hard enough for the flat to bump each ridge of bone, teasing Xander with the threat of being cut.
Spike levered himself onto his knees, leaning over Xander. He picked up the lube with his free hand and opened the tube, squirting the liquid out onto Xander’s stomach. The boy didn’t flinch at the cold contact. No, his attention was focused on the dagger, which now lay just beneath his left nipple. Spike kept watching Xander, particularly those liquid eyes, as he smeared a hand with lube and pushed the boy’s legs apart.
Xander grabbed his knees and spread himself for Spike, careful not to disturb the blade. Spike wasted no time, immediately sliding one finger inside, then another. The dagger did not lie still through the process, sliding along Xander’s collarbones and shoulders. The blonde let the blade dip and drag along the tender flesh at the insides of Xander’s arms and rest against the boy’s jugular.
Xander couldn’t tell which sensation was more intense--feeling Spike’s fingers inside him, twisting and pressing on his prostate; or the sharp, electric dagger that made everything it touched tingle and tighten. He was so tense it hurt, but it also felt incredible. Xander was riding a tidal wave of adrenaline, though his heart beat slowly. All his attention was focused; he didn’t have time to get scared between keeping up with all that Spike was doing to him.
Spike decided that Xander was ready, so he withdrew his fingers and replaced them with his cock. Xander let go of his legs to wrap them around Spike, who leaned forward even as he thrust further in. The dagger slid down to Xander’s chest, where it got dropped by Spike when the blonde leaned in for a kiss. Xander returned the kiss greedily, taking Spike’s tongue into his mouth as his body accepted the vampire’s in a far more intimate embrace.
Xander tightened around Spike, urging the vampire faster. He felt the blade, now not so cold, on his body, resting there like a lover’s hand, pressing down on him. The very tip pricked him with every thrust, just dancing against the tender skin between his nipples. Spike never let go of his mouth, indulging himself in the warmth of Xander’s tongue and lips. Spike loved kissing Xander, crawling inside that honeyed mouth and just *being*. But there was more to his lovely boy, more to learn and more to teach. Xander had a definite flair for kink, even if he was just beginning to gain an appreciation for it.
The very sight of Xander, lying under him, letting the vampire press a deadly blade to his flesh, was almost enough to undo Spike. Remembering it made him thrust harder, faster, knowing that the dagger was still there, still on the boy, lying there, reminding him of who and what he was with. Xander moaned into his mouth, reaching for Spike to get him to move faster and deeper.
Xander groaned when Spike thrust harder, sending the dagger skittering up his body to rest against his throat. The hilt was a warm weight in the hollow there, while the blade ran down to his heart. Xander opened his eyes, staring up into sparkling yellow-blue ones. They were backlit with an inhuman glow. Vampire’s eyes. Xander was covered with danger, with deadly weapons. They lay against his heart, were inside his body.
It was too much; Xander couldn’t withstand the combined effects of his lover at the cusp of form and the inanimate danger of the dagger on his chest. With a low, denying groan, Xander came, clenching around Spike as his eyes rolled back in his head.
Spike felt Xander’s orgasm began before he saw the changes in the boy’s face. Tight, harsh, the boy held him in place as he convulsed. Spike tried to hold back, but instead he felt his spine contract and expand, felt it start somewhere around his dead heart. It expanded to flood his entire body, this odd warmth and shiver of something he didn’t recognize. His lovely boy held him tight as he came, the dagger still lying between them.
Xander let Spike go when the vampire pulled away. The blonde carefully set the dagger aside, then withdrew from Xander’s body. He gathered the boy in his arms, holding him tight. There weren’t many words to be said; it wasn’t an experience either knew how to describe. But there was one thing Spike did have to say.
Xander couldn’t help but grin when a familiar, cool hand kneaded his ass. “Fourteen.”