Day Of DaysBy Sajinn
Chapter Twenty- One
Xander's brain was just beginning to find itself when Spike started moving again. The young man moaned, either in protest or approval. He wasn't sure which yet; what Spike was doing felt damned good but he was still on cloud nine from the last bout. Apparently downtime wasn't on the evening's agenda, however. A cold, wet tongue lapped at his torso, cleaning off the combined traces of their passion.
"Spike," Xander began. "Get up here."
Spike growled, but obeyed. "What?" He murmured testily, wanting nothing more than to get back to driving his lovely boy mad with pleasure.
"Kiss me?" Xander asked muzzily. "Please?"
The blonde couldn't resist such a request, so he bent to his lover and pressed their lips together. Xander's tongue swept inside his mouth, sliding against the roof of his mouth and teasing his currently-blunt teeth. They kissed wetly, lips slipping and meeting and parting as their bodies slowly sank back down to normal.
Xander broke off the kiss, needing to breath and generally act human for a few minutes. Besides, he needed to talk to Spike. They needed to talk, to be precise. About what they were doing, here in Xander's bed. Was this just a game, something to keep them entertained until something better came along? It might have been wishful thinking on Xander's part, but he thought that maybe, just maybe, there was something more. Perhaps it was the way Spike actually stayed around instead of disappearing right after the act, cuddling, talking and acting like a lover, not just an occasional bed-mate. Xander was certainly getting attached to the blonde, and not just for his considerable talent in the sack. Spike made him smile, with his snark and unexpected thoughtfulness, which he tried to hide at all costs.
Spike eyed Xander warily. The boy was frowning the way he did when he was thinking about something serious. That was not good, and certainly not in line with Spike's plans for the evening. He snaked his way back down Xander's body, intent upon distracting his lovely boy the best way he knew how.
"Spike," Xander began, suspecting that if he didn't start this conversation now, whatever the vampire was about to do would empty his mind for the rest of the night.
"Hmm?" Spike hummed, not the least bit deterred by the cautionary lilt in Xander's voice. His boy was not going to get a chance to make him leave. He couldn't let that happen.
"What are we doing here?" Xander asked quickly, hoping to at least maybe jolt Spike into paying attention.
Spike frowned. What were they doing? "Thought that was bloody obvious, pet," He muttered, painting a broad lick down Xander's stomach.
"Not *that*," Xander hissed. "You and me. What is this? Just-for-kicks fucking? As in, gonna-end-when you reach 22 fun-and-games?" He spoke a bit more harshly than he'd intended, but Spike was rubbing little circles on his hipbones with those damned fingers, making him wriggle.
Spike's head shot up. "What?" He growled. "Games?" He continued, inching his way up Xander's body. "Is that what you're wanting? Games?" He didn't want to hear this, that his boy was...Spike shook his head violently. He had to keep himself together; otherwise he wouldn't be able to change Xander's mind.
"No," Xander said slowly, wondering why Spike was so angry. It made him more than a little uneasy, having an obviously upset vampire draped on top of him. "But I don't know what you want."
Spike stared down at his lovely boy. What did he want? "What do I want?" Spike whispered, eyes wide. "What do I want?" He repeated. One cold hand came between them, stroking up Xander's chest to curl softly around his neck. "I want this," Spike hissed, pressing himself down hard against the youth's body. "Tonight." The blonde rolled his hips, grinding their hardening erections together.
Spike released Xander's neck, crawling lower. He swept his tongue across one collarbone, then repeated the caress on the other. "Tomorrow," Spike growled, hands tightening on Xander's hips. "All of this," He said, touching Xander with his entire body, letting their skin slide hotly together. The dim light from the living room flickered and went out as the storm outside peaked, knocking out the apartment's power. The bedroom was cast in near-total darkness, the only sources of light the storm outside and Spike's bright yellow eyes, glowing as they stared holes into Xander's soul.
"Spike," Xander moaned, reaching down to pull the vampire back up to him. Spike ignored the boy in favor of moving lower, still hissing and whispering angrily. "And the night after, and still on and on," Spike murmured, trailing silky lips ever lower, over Xander's ribs and torso. "Mine," He whispered possessively. "Always mine. Forever mine, sweet boy." Xander's eyes widened impossibly when he registered what Spike was saying. His shocked yelp was superceded by a howl when Spike swallowed his cock to the root, sucking viciously.
Xander's eyes were glued to Spike's face, which disappeared and reappeared with every lightning strike. Sharp cheeks hollowed, eyes fierce in concentration. Glorious, cold suction, evil tongue pressing just so. Xander couldn't believe he was getting so close so fast. Spike gave no quarter, demanding the boy respond, thrust into his greedy mouth even as he took him deeper, suckled harder.
"Please," Xander pleaded, wanting anything, relief, orgasm, something to bring him back together. His mind was trying to wrap itself around the idea of Spike wanting him, being possessive. The words the blonde had used were permanently burned into Xander's brain; it didn't matter if they were spoken in passion or not, the difference was meaningless to the boy. Spike wanted him, and not just for the night, or until the next best thing walked along. Forever. His.
Spike released Xander's hips to reach between the youth's thighs, stroking the swollen orbs he found there. Xander screamed, cock swelling just before he came, filling Spike's mouth with hot seed, momentarily banishing the unnatural cold of the vampire's own body. Spike swallowed eagerly, wanting his lad's physical essence as deep inside him as his spirit already was. The vampire climbed back up Xander's body, pressing kisses along the way.
"Mine," Spike said into Xander's ear, voice as soft as feathers falling on snow. "Mine only, my sweet boy." Lips traced the delicate shell of the youth's ear, making Xander twitch pitifully. "Only mine. Mine."
Xander's brain told him that Spike was saying something important, something he should care about. Xander's body, however, was still focused on 'wow, that was intense.' Instead of arguing with himself, Xander ordered his arms to wrap themselves around Spike, drawing that cold body tight against his own warmer one. Dark hair mixed with light as Xander turned his face to Spike's, letting impossibly smooth skin soothe his overheated flesh.
Spike waited, taut and nervous, as Xander's breathing slowed and his heart fell back into its normal rhythm. "Mmm," Xander murmured, rubbing himself against the vampire. "Mine too," The boy said groggily. Spike's heart flipped over a few times. Then it stilled, before repeating the unlikely maneuver.
"Right," Spike replied, nodding. Who was he to argue? If Xander wanted Spike to be his, so be it. That meant the vampire had a place, here in Xander's bed, loving the boy. And eventually Xander would understand that he belonged to Spike, body and soul.
"Which one was that?" Xander asked, mind still a messy puddle of come and happiness.
"Twenty-one, pet," Spike murmured, smacking the boy's hip lightly.
"Can I make a request?" Xander inquired, yawning.
Spike stilled. "Yeah," He said cautiously.
Xander opened one sleepy eye and grinned. "Can twenty-two wait for about half an hour? Unlike an evil undead guy we all know and love, I have to endure something called a 'refractory period'."
Spike was damned grateful Xander buried his face back in the vampire's neck just then. Otherwise he would've seen the dopey grin on Spike's face, and that wouldn't do.
Xander had used 'love' and a reference to Spike in the same sentence.
That made Spike very, very happy.