Day Of DaysBy Sajinn
Chapter Three
Xander was dreaming. He knew he was, because in real life he wouldn’t have spent the night in bed with Spike. His birthday night. No, in the *real* world, Willow and Buffy would’ve remembered his birthday and not Spike. His birthday presents would have been more lovely flowery shirts and chocolate and not mind-blowing sex with the evil undead. Evil undead. *Male* evil undead. That was more evidence pointing towards the whole dream hypothesis, and yes, he knew what the word hypothesis meant. Just because he flunked all his science classes didn’t mean he never listened. Back to the male thing. He knew he was dreaming because in *real* life, while Xander knew and accepted that he found guys attractive, in that ‘he’s got a nice ass’ kind of way, he’d never actually go for a guy. No, when Xander did get it on with a warm body, it was always female. Then again, Spike didn’t count as a warm body. The body itself made up for any lack of warmth, though, and not even Xander could deny that what Spike lacked in core body temperature he more than made up for in *heat*. Oh, did he ever.
But that didn’t really matter because Xander was dreaming. In about thirty seconds, when the alarm went off to shove his lazy ass out of bed and into the shower, he’d wake up alone, having spent his birthday alone with a bottle of beer or four, cable television, and his right hand.…and that was ‘Oh, Lonesome Me,’ by Don Gibson. Next up we’ve got Hank Williams and a bit of beauty in the form of Kitty Wells. Stay tuned; we’ll be back right after a word from our sponsors. Do you ever suffer from… personal itch and discomfort? Irritating rashes interrupting your day to day routine? Do your coworkers whisper behind their hands about your ‘intimate problems’? Well, friends, I have the solution for your woes! Gold Bond Triple Medicated Powder is the only scientifically proven treatment for personal itch that also, at the very same time, moisturizes and protects your delicate skin from diaper rash, crustacean infestations, and fungus!
“Bloody hell, Xander, couldn’t you at least have set the machine to NPR?” Spike grumbled. The vampire had been blissfully sleeping when all of a sudden the most god-awful noise had shattered his rest. Xander had the alarm clock tuned to some classic country station.
Xander poked his head out of the covers and glanced over at Spike. *Spike.* The vampire was in his bed, sprawled out over the half that used to be Anya’s but wasn’t anymore. He was under the covers, partially at least, and Xander could see stretches of incredibly pale skin through the tangle of sheets and blankets that cocooned him. The light in the room was dim enough that Xander could only differentiate Spike’s skin from the white sheets by the inhuman glow of the blonde’s flesh.
“If you don’t turn the fucking thing off, I’ll throw it through the window,” Spike threatened. Xander managed somehow to break free of his shock-induced paralysis and hit the reset button on his alarm. Then he rolled out of bed and padded to the bathroom. Naked.
Hot water went a long way towards waking Xander up. He was a bit sore and achy, like he’d spent the evening working or something. As his mind cleared, he corrected himself. He *had* spent the evening working… on, under and with Spike. Wow. Had he ever. Dream, hell.
Spike gave up on getting back to sleep. It probably wasn’t a good idea anyway; the boy would be off for work soon and he needed to get back to the crypt before sunrise. Xander might have liked rolling in the sheets with him, but Spike doubted he wanted the vampire to hang around his apartment all day. That might imply that Xander actually liked him. He got out of bed reluctantly and peeked in the bathroom. Xander was just sort of standing under the water, a washcloth in one hand and a bar of soap in the other.
Xander started when an unnaturally cool body pressed itself to his back. “Gah,” He muttered, shivering.
“Hmm?” Spike hummed, reaching for the soap. “Need to bathe, pet.” To prove his point, Spike lathered the washcloth and began to soap up the boy, moving in a no-nonsense matter over that lovely body.
Xander stood there, idly wondering why Spike was bathing him. Maybe he was still dreaming. The boy shrugged; if he was, it was a nice dream, and if he wasn’t… well, he wasn’t going to mention this to the girls. For one, they’d never believe him. For another, he was afraid that if Spike really *was* in the shower with him, telling everyone about it would ensure that the blonde never did it again. Thing was, Xander wanted him to. Often.
Spike grinned when he saw the glazed look on Xander’s face. He dropped the washcloth and wrapped one hand around Xander’s semi-hard cock. The other hand went around the boy’s waist, holding him upright. Spike watched Xander, grinning like a madman, as he began to jerk him off, sliding his soapy hand all along that hard flesh, squeezing now and then, teasing him unmercifully.
“Spike,” Xander moaned leaning forward a bit. He let his head rest on Spike’s shoulder. In that position, he could easily look down and see ivory fingers wrapped around his darker cock, could see each twist and pinch as he thrust into Spike’s hand and Spike milked him with an ease only *lots* of practice could develop. The reaction he was having to Spike’s ministrations wasn’t possible, in Xander’s mind. He’d come hard and thoroughly twice the night before, so he shouldn’t be getting this hard, this excited and this *close* to orgasm so fast.
A series of low moans told Spike that Xander was nearing climax. He was rather impressed with the boy’s stamina; perhaps all that mess with Anya was worth something after all. Either that or Xander was still in the throes of adolescent hormones. Regardless, the outcome was excellent, for both of them. Spike didn’t have to worry about hurting the boy, although he could tell by the way Xander had been moving that he *was* sore, although not as sore as Spike would’ve liked to have made him. Xander, well…
Xander was having a hell of a good time. This was the first time in his life that someone had put his pleasure before theirs. Last night Spike focused on bringing Xander off, not himself. This morning was also all about Xander, what he wanted, his body. The knowledge that Spike wasn’t doing this just to get his own rocks off was incredibly arousing for the young man and he bucked hard against Spike, whining softly as his balls drew up and he came all over both of them, his orgasm making his legs turn to jelly.
Spike caught Xander with the arm wrapped around his waist, working the boy’s cock to extend his climax. He loved the scents surrounding him; heavy arousal and completion, sweat and soap. Once he was sure Xander wouldn’t fall down, Spike drew him under the water and washed them both clean. He needed to get going if he didn’t want to be stuck in the apartment all day. With a long sigh of regret, Spike turned off the water and stepped out of the tub, reaching for a towel. Xander followed him a minute later, drying off with shaking hands.
“Uh, Spike?” Xander began, noticing that Spike was still hard, painfully so.
“Hmm?” Spike murmured, walking into the bedroom to retrieve his clothes. Buttoning jeans was difficult when one had an erection, but Spike managed.
“You’re not… you don’t want to do anything about that?” Xander asked, blushing. Spike cocked his head and grinned.
“Yeah, but unless you want me in your apartment all day, it’ll have to wait. Sun’s coming up,” Spike replied.
“Oh,” Xander said slowly. “I gotta get to work.”
“That you do,” Spike agreed. He finished tying his boots and pulled on his duster. Xander, still naked, managed to catch up with him before the vampire opened the front door.
“So, um…” Xander began. Spike looked at him curiously. “See you tonight?”
“Tonight,” Spike echoed. ‘Right. After patrol, then?” Xander nodded, ducking his head to try to hide his excessive blushing. Spike smiled and opened the door. “Wait a minute,” The vampire said, remembering something very important.
“What?” Xander asked worriedly.
Spike spun on his heel, uncaring of the wide open door. He stepped right up into Xander’s face, pulling the boy against him. Xander stared as Spike pressed a quick kiss to his mouth. At the same time, the vampire brought one hand down firmly on his rear. “Three,” Spike murmured as he let the boy go. Xander watched Spike waltz out the door and down the stairs. Only the creak and groan of another door opening jarred Xander from his stupor and the young man quickly shut his own door before he scandalized the neighbors. He knew he was going to get razzed at work since he wasn’t going to be able to keep from grinning like a loon all day. Somehow he couldn’t bring himself to care.
Mostly, though, Xander couldn’t wait for nightfall.