Day Of Days

By Sajinn

Chapter Seven

Xander lurched into his apartment, letting the door slam loudly behind him. He leaned against the wall, hoping that he could make it to the bed before he collapsed into an unconscious heap. It wasn’t dignified to pass out, not if you weren’t either dead drunk or sporting serious wounds. Spending a few hours being the Slayer’s workout partner didn’t count. He was a guy, a big tough guy. Holding the heavy bag for a five foot tall blonde was child’s play.
After taking several deep breaths, Xander felt he’d mustered enough strength to make it to the bar, so he pushed off the wall and headed that way. He’d overestimated himself, though, and felt the floor reaching up for him, the carpet getting very detailed as he took a header towards it.

Then he stopped.

Xander cocked his head to one side. He wasn’t supposed to be like this, mostly horizontal, all his weight hanging around his stomach. He was sort of floating, suspended by a couple of arms. Arms that felt a lot like arms that had held him the night before… and just a few hours earlier.

“Feeling a bit woozy?” Spike murmured.

“Buffy,” Xander mumbled. “Had to practice.”

Spike swore softly. It was just like the Slayer to use the boy like that, as a punching bag. She probably thought he enjoyed it, that it was some sort of friendly bonding activity that he’d be grateful for. Right. No self-respecting man wanted to get pounded by a flimsy bit of girl, otherworldly duty or not. “Off to bed with you,” He said firmly, hefting the boy up. Xander didn’t even protest—further evidence he was almost done for.

Xander wasn’t used to being carried around. It was nice, not having to worry about falling over. He would’ve been ashamed of his weakness, but he’d already spent the evening being humiliated by Buffy. What more was being toted around by a vampire? “Thanks,” Xander said weakly, letting his head loll back.

Spike laid the boy down on his bed and worked on removing his clothes. He cursed silently at the fresh bruises he saw rising on the boy’s chest. The lad would be sore in the morning, no two ways about it.

“Don’t have to do that,” Xander murmured as Spike finished pulling off his clothes. “Can take care of m’self.”

“I know that, you stupid git,” Spike muttered. Once the boy was naked, Spike buried him in blankets and tucked him in, something he’d deny knowing how to do.

“How’d you get in?” Xander asked, confused as much by his physical state as by the fact that Spike had just put him to bed… alone.

“Picked the lock,” Spike said lightly. He’d let himself in, hoping for another round with the boy. That wasn’t going to happen, though. Xander was just too tired.

Xander decided he didn’t mind Spike’s alternative to asking for a key and snaked a hand out from under the bedclothes. He extended it towards Spike in an obvious invitation. “Mmm?” He hummed, unable to actually form words.

Spike considered the offer briefly before beginning to pull off his own clothes. He insinuated himself between the sheets, pulling Xander to him gently. Much to his surprise, Xander melted against him, snuggling in as though for a long evening’s sleep. “Better?”

Xander grinned against Spike’s neck. “Yup, all good. Comfy bed, comfy vampire. Just need a good-night kiss.”

Spike rolled his eyes at the absurd statement. He was not *comfy.* Still, he bent his head and pressed a soft kiss to Xander’s mouth. If the boy wanted a good-night kiss, he’d have one.

Xander opened his mouth as soon as he felt cool lips on his. It was the first time since his birthday that Spike had really spent time kissing him—at least that Xander could remember. He groaned when Spike nibbled on his lower lip, letting sharp teeth graze his skin. Sleep could wait; this was much better. He returned the kiss with enthusiasm, sucking on Spike’s tongue as the vampire’s arms tightened around him. He could feel both their arousals pressed against his belly, just touching. It was almost as good as the kiss itself.

Honey. The boy tasted like pure, fresh honey; sweet but not cloying, thick but not sticky. Spike delved deeper, tracing the ridges on the roof of Xander’s mouth, counting his teeth, mapping each bump and hollow of the boy’s molars. He wanted to be inside that warm cavern, wanted to feel the low vibration of Xander’s moans and whimpers all over his body. The slide of Xander’s tongue against his was tantalizing, almost too sharp even for the vampire.

Gods, Spike knew how to kiss. Xander had never been *consumed* before, but he was already addicted. He shuddered under the intensity of Spike’s ministrations, knowing that he was being drawn in and breathed out and taken in again. He knew he was mewling and thrusting against the vampire’s thigh, but he didn’t care. Spike was owning him, stealing him with every lick, every taste. Xander was sure people had been imprisoned for being able to kiss this well. Spike’s mouth was a deadly weapon. This couldn’t end; it just couldn’t.

Spike let the boy grind himself against the vampire’s thigh, angling them both so that Spike was brought off at the same time. His lovely boy was so damned *sweet*, his mouth so hot and wet and perfect. Oh, he was never giving this up, not now that he’d gotten a taste of it. Maybe this was why he’d not yet truly, seriously kissed the boy; some lingering self-preservation instinct had warned him that if he delved in like this, he’d be done for. No matter, it was too late now. He was better served just enjoying it.

Xander wailed into Spike’s mouth when he felt a cold hand wrap around his cock. He thrust once, twice, and then came, shuddering uncontrollably against the blonde. He tried to stay awake, tried to reach for Spike, but the best he could do was brush his knuckles against the vampire’s raging erection and let his mouth slide against his lover’s.

Spike watched Xander come, watched all the energy drain out of the boy through his cock. He smiled softly, liking to see the boy in the throes of orgasm, his face soft and hard and blind. The vampire wasn’t expecting Xander to reciprocate so he was unprepared for the touch of a warm hand against his erection. Combined with the boy’s sleepy, faltering kiss it was enough to send Spike toppling over the edge and into ecstasy. He climaxed all over both of them, cold seed mingling with Xander’s.

When Spike opened his eyes, he found Xander already asleep. He let himself grin widely as he cleaned them both off, licking and wiping away the last traces of their pleasure. He pulled Xander back into his arms, freely allowing the boy to use him as an unliving pillow. Xander was so tired he didn’t even stir when Spike let his hand fall on the boy’s buttocks, whispering ‘seven’ into the still night air.

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