WARNING: This story contains rape, violence, and graphic language, as well as graphic sex scenes. Not for people under the age of 18

Punitive Damages

by
Christina_O

Part One

Spike sighed, watching as the smoke he’d just exhaled drifted up. What a bloody horrible night. He groaned as he recalled the pained betrayal in Buffy’s eyes and the simmering fury in Xander’s. Spike hadn’t meant to hurt anyone, especially not Xander. He and Anya had both been hurting and she and Spike had turned to each other in a mutual need for comfort and to feel wanted. He took another drag on his cigarette, welcoming the slight burn of nicotine sliding into his lungs. Xander would have gladly hacked him into bits with that ax if Anya hadn’t stopped him. Sad thing was, Spike didn’t blame Xander at all. Hell, he was surprised that Buffy hadn’t offered the whelp a hand in trying to stake him. Spike would have laughed at himself if he could, after all, here he was an ‘evil, soulless thing’ and he actually felt guilty for hurting a boy’s feelings. It made him feel like shit when he remembered the raw, wounded look in Xander’s beautiful, chocolatey eyes. He knew he should be thinking about how Xander left Anya at the altar and how they were justified in trying to move on past their pain, but Spike knew that Xander still loved Anya as much as he had loved Buffy. Wait a bloody minute...had?

The door to his crypt burst open before he could get his brain around his last thought and he shot up from his chair as a furious Xander stormed in. He managed to crush out his cigarette before he was thrown up against the wall. Here we go again. he thought, but like the first time, he refused to fight the boy. Somehow, he knew it hadn’t been over when Xander stormed off after finding out about him and Buffy. The boy had exchanged heated words with Anya and Xander had insulted him. Feeling remorse over how he’d taken advantage of Anya, he’d been hurt by Xander’s words when the mortal had called him an evil, soulless thing. Feeling completely defeated, Spike had said that sleeping with him had been good enough for Buffy. The whelp hadn’t appreciated Spike dragging his precious Buffy’s name through the mud, but the look of utter betrayal in Xander’s dark eyes, when Buffy had confirmed it with her uneasy silence and then the soft way she’d said the boy’s name, had been painful to witness.

"Xander..." he began softly, wanting to apologize somehow without insulting the boy or sounding insincere. Xander’s fist slammed into his mouth. He groaned in pain, feeling the blood trickle down his chin, tasting it in his mouth. "Is that all you’ve got? Come on, mate..." Xander growled at what he perceived as a taunt and a challenge and thrust his fist into Spike’s stomach with a force that surprised the vamp. Spike doubled over in pain as Xander landed blow after blow to his face, head, and torso. He still didn’t fight back, much to Xander’s irritation.

"You bastard! You had no right to touch her! You had no right!" Xander’s voice broke and he began to sob. "No right! You’re nothing! Buffy knows it, too! You proved it tonight! I hate you! I hate you!" He grabbed hold of the vamp and buried his face in Spike’s duster, his body shaking with each heart-rending sob. Spike simply stood there, letting the whelp get it all out of his system. Finally, Xander raised his head and Spike flattened himself against the wall...Angelus was one evil bastard, but at this moment, he had nothing on Xander Harris. Shit...he was seconds away from being a big pile of Spike dust. "Turn around." The boy snarled, his chocolate-colored eyes glittering with fury. Xander shrugged out of his brown jacket and took off his button-down blue shirt, tossing them aside. He stood there in his black tee-shirt and jeans, glaring at the vampire, getting more and more impatient as the blond continued to stare at him in shock. Finally, the vamp found his voice.

"Wot?" Spike asked, bewildered. Turn around? What in all of bloody hell was Harris doing now? He yelped as Xander spun him around and yanked off his duster and shoved him back up against the wall. Spike panicked and began to struggle when he felt Xander’s hands grabbing at his pants. "Oi! Get yer hands off my pants, ya bleedin’ wanker!" he growled, trying to shake the bigger man off of him. 'Wait a soddin' minute. Harris isn't bent.' was the only thought going through Spike’s head as the boy tugged at the snap on Spike’s black jeans, even though he knew how stupid that thought was. Angelus hadn’t been either, but that never stopped his Sire from taking him on a daily basis until he’d been saddled with that boring, pesky, poufy soul. "You don’t want to do this...you’ll regret it come dawn..." Damn this bleedin' chip to the black depths of hell...he couldn’t even fight back.

"Shut up, Spike!" Xander hissed, his hands still busy, trying not to let himself think about what he was going to do to the other man. He quickly yanked down Spike’s skin-tight pants, not really surprised that the vamp had gone commando. He pressed Spike against the wall with his forearm as he struggled with his own pants. "It’s my turn to take something from you." Shoving his jeans and boxers past his hips and spitting into his hand, he lubed himself up, and thrust deep into Spike’s pale ass. He heard the vampire hiss and groan in pain and he began to pound into the bleached blond. Xander moaned as Spike’s muscles clenched tightly around him and he wondered briefly why he’d never fucked a guy before, this was incredible. Xander ground his pelvis against Spike’s ass. God, Spike was so tight and his body was nice and cool. It felt amazing to bury himself over and over again in this sweet tightness, so good that he almost forgot that he was doing this against Spike’s will. He forced his guilt and his own horror at what he was doing deep inside himself so that the only thing driving him was his fury at Anya and Spike.

Spike groaned as Xander’s cock rammed into him. He’d forgotten how much it hurt at first to be taken forcefully. Angelus had thoroughly enjoyed every inch of Spike’s body in the past, but it had been awhile. His demon sat up and purred, the pain familiar and welcoming. The boy kept thrusting into him and soon the pain became pleasure. He heard Xander moan and felt the boy rub up against his ass. The scent of Xander’s pheromones filled his senses and he heard himself whimper as pleasure surged through him. He felt Xander’s warm, wet lips sucking on the back of his neck and shuddered as the boy trailed hot kisses to his ear, gasping as Xander’s moist, warm breath washed over his chilled skin.

"How does it feel, Spike? Hmmmm? How does it feel to take it up the ass from someone you trust? As far as I’m concerned, you raped me when you slept with her. Tell me, Spike, how do you like it?" Xander murmured into Spike ear, taunting the smaller man. Spike shuddered visibly as Xander’s tongue circled the shell of his ear, punctuating his mocking query.

"Xander..." he moaned, wanting to explain, hating himself for enjoying this. "I didn’t mean..." ‘I just wanted to feel...something...’ Buffy’s words echoed in his head. They were followed by Xander’s cutting words to Anya. ‘You let that evil, soulless thing touch you. You wanted me to feel something? Congratulations. It worked. I look at you and I feel sick...cause you had sex with...that.' He angrily shook his head, trying to stop hearing those hurtful words. Damn it, he was not a thing! And despite what Harris thought, he did have feelings and words hurt him just as much as the next bloke. He felt a knot tighten in his stomach at the memory of Xander’s insults.

"Yes, you did! You wouldn’t have touched her if you didn’t mean to! Don’t lie to me now, you bastard!" He grabbed the vampire by the hair and yanked Spike’s head back, earning a soft growl. "You did it to hurt Buffy and me."

"No! Buffy, maybe, but not you..." Spike managed to say, gasping as Xander’s hand fisted more tightly in his hair. "Ahh!" He moaned harshly as Xander rolled his hips. He heard Xander whimper as he involuntarily pushed back into the boy’s thrusts. Xander panted, another whimper escaping his lips as he let go of Spike’s hair and grabbed Spike’s hips in a bruising grip. Spike hissed, but didn’t try to pull away.

"Why? Because you care so much about me and my feelings? Give it up, Fangless. You’ve tried to kill me on more than one occasion, why the hell should I believe you?" Xander slammed his hips forward, making Spike cry out. The sound was definitely not one of pain. Xander gave a cold smile. "Don’t tell me you’re getting off on this? William the Bloody, a submissive bottom? Who would have ever guessed?" He reached around and roughly pinched a tight nipple. Spike writhed against him, panting and moaning. Unspeakably aroused by the sexy noises coming from the vampire’s throat, Xander scraped his teeth along Spike’s neck as he twisted the vamp’s hardened nipples. There was something unbelievably powerful about making the usually arrogant, sometimes cruel vamp moan his name in that sexy, breathy voice.

"Xander...please...oh, God...ohhhh God...ohhhh yeah...just like that...ohhh...so good...ahhhh...Xander...Xander...XANDER! OH! OHHH GOD!" Spike screamed the boy’s name as he came violently against the wall. Xander moaned, shuddering as he felt Spike’s muscles contract around his cock.

"Oh...Jesus...oh fuck..." Xander groaned, pounding into Spike. Spike tightened his muscles, giving Xander as much pleasure as possible. Xander cried out softly and dropped his head forward against Spike’s, rubbing his forehead against the surprisingly soft bleached curls. 'Don't you get it? You were the only one who understood me. How could you do this to me? I trusted you, damn it...I thought you were different.' He bit his lip to keep the thought from being voiced. Spike smelled so good...felt so good...why was this happening to him? He wanted Spike with a fierceness he couldn’t explain...a fierceness that shook him to his core. His eyes stung from his unshed tears, but he didn’t stop fucking Spike.

"Come on...give yourself to me, baby...cum for me, Xander...don’t fight it, pet...you’ll feel so much better..." Spike murmured, trying to coax Xander into his orgasm. Xander closed his eyes and saw Spike and Anya fucking on the table at the Magic Box. Spike all lean and beautiful giving himself to Anya, Anya moaning and arching beneath him. The memory of the pleasure on Spike’s face was enough to send him over the edge.

"FUCK! SPIKE! OHHHH! OH GOD! OHHH FUCK!" he cried, his body jerking, his eyes closed in ecstasy as he came deep inside of Spike. Dropping his head forward again, he slowly withdrew from Spike’s body. He had just done the unthinkable, he’d raped a helpless being. Spike with his chip was no longer a physical threat. He hated himself immensely for what he had just done. In his physically and emotionally weakened state, he was unable to stop Spike from shoving him backwards. He absently pulled up his pants, zipping them, and then he forced himself to look over at Spike. The vampire wouldn’t look at Xander as he yanked up his jeans, zipping them, pushing past the boy.

"Feel better now, luv? Got all that rage out by having a go at the evil, soulless thing?" He snatched his duster up, sliding his arms into it. He dug in the pocket for a post-coital fag. Grabbing the cigarette pack, he pulled one free and flicked his lighter open. A second later, he took a drag, needing the nicotine. Xander dropped his gaze, looking like a child about to be punished. "Nothing to say for yourself, whelp? Not even a 'fuck you, Spike?' You’re losing your touch, mate." He saw Xander tense and waited for the explosion, but it didn’t come in the way he’d expected. Xander burst into tears again...deep, gasping sobs. He crumpled to his knees, his body shaking violently. "Bloody hell!" Spike swore, crushing out his cigarette and rushing to Xander’s side. "Come on, pet...up you go..." He scooped the boy up and gently re-dressed him, pulling Xander down onto the mattress that served as his bed. Pulling the crying young man close, Spike stroked Xander’s soft, sable hair, murmuring sweet, soothing words of comfort into the boy’s ear.

Xander slowly raised his head and looked at Spike. The vampire felt a bit uncomfortable being subjected to such a lengthy scrutiny, he was about to ask Xander about it when the boy did something that shocked him more than the unexpected assault. Xander leaned forward and took Spike’s mouth in a hungry kiss. Spike froze and then slowly surrendered to the boy’s warmth, Xander had the sweetest tasting mouth. They moaned into each other’s mouths, tongues delving deep. Spike rolled, easily pinning Xander beneath him as they ravished each other. They only parted when Xander finally had to rip his mouth away for much needed air. He panted as if he’d run for miles. Spike looked down at Xander...still not sure what had just happened. Xander had been furious with him and then minutes later, he was practically eating Spike up with his pretty little mouth...his pretty little mouth...swollen and wet from their kisses. Spike took an unnecessary breath and slowly sat up, his hands still on Xander’s shoulders.

"Does this mean that you forgive me then?" Spike asked, flippantly, suddenly feeling that something wasn’t right. Xander Harris hated him, would rather be dead than be in Spike’s bed. So, why was the whelp still here? Why wasn’t the boy standing over a big pile of Spike dust? "Or are you just trying to stick it to Anya? She hurts you by shagging me, so you turn around and shag me to get back at her? I thought I made you sick, yeah? Help me understand this, Xander, what is it exactly that you think you’re doing?"

Part Two

The dark-haired man jerked away from him, rolling to a sitting position, his expression furious and hurt.

"You shut the fuck up! This is all your fault! Why couldn’t you be ugly and smell bad or something? But no, you had to be gorgeous and blond and sexy! She was weak and you moved in for the kill! I hurt her so bad when I walked out and until you screwed it all up, I was going to ask her to give me a second chance, let me make it up to her...maybe even work our way back to marriage..." Xander glared at him, the tears in his eyes ruining the effect. He hated this empty, aching feeling Spike always left him with. Even if he did understand Xander more than anyone else, Spike had the uncanny ability to make him feel like the world’s biggest loser. He felt like he did when he was around his father...never good enough. "I let myself believe that you were harmless, that you couldn’t hurt us, but then you turn around and you move in on my fiancee...just because I left, doesn’t mean I didn’t love her..."

"It takes two to tango, luv. I was in the right place at the wrong time...things happened. I wasn’t there looking for a shag and I doubt she was expecting me to walk in the store. Despite what you think, Xander, the thing with Anya was not about you." Xander snorted and Spike amended, "Okay, maybe it was on her part, but I didn’t give you a thought." He felt like shit when Xander visibly flinched. "Soddin’ hell, don’t give me the wounded puppy eyes. I was hurt and she looked so sad and...things happened." He finished lamely, still looking into those gorgeous, heart-melting eyes. "What is it with you brooding beauties and your sad, ‘drown-in-me’, chocolate eyes? My sire was the same bleedin’ way." He needed another cigarette. "Even without the soul, Angelus had those eyes...had me wrapped around his little finger, he did. I would do almost anything for him and it cost me Dru. Stole her from me when I was in that poncy wheelchair, treated me like the dirt on the bottom of his shoes." Sighing, Spike came back to himself and his lip curled in a slight sneer. "Thought the Slayer would be different, but I was out of my bleedin’ mind. She said I was beneath her, that I was a disgusting thing and she was using me. I told her once that I was love’s bitch and she proved me right again, she did." He paused, realizing that he was picking at his black nail polish and opening up to Xander like a teenage girl. "Look, mate, I know you hate me right now and I am sorry that you got hurt. You’re not so bad...treat me fairly decent really...even if we hardly agree on anything. You did put me up for a bit in your basement. If you think about it, we’re not so different, you and I...we love too much, too fast...and look what it gets us...not a bloody thing." He sighed and went to move off the bed, but Xander blocked his way. "Xan..."

"Why did you go to the magic shop, Spike?" He had to know what had started the chain of events that led to him raping Spike against the crypt wall. The blond sighed and ran a hand over his gelled hair and rubbed his neck as if to dispel tension there. Spike mumbled something that Xander couldn’t quite make out. "What?" The blond closed his eyes briefly and then slowly opened them, not looking at Xander as he spoke.

"I went there for a numbing spell...something to keep from hurting every time I looked at her or heard her voice. Buffy’s not the first to tell me I wasn’t up to par and with my track record, I doubt she’ll be the last. Anya hurt you in retaliation, I hurt you unintentionally, double-edged sword and all that, you know. I wanted something to take away the pain and all that happened was more people got hurt. I may not have a soul, but I do have a heart and it can still break even if it’s not beating." He finally looked up at Xander who was nodding his head as if he completely understood. "God, we’re a pair, aren’t we, pet?" Again, Xander nodded, a sad smile on his face and tears in his eyes. "I didn’t mean to hurt you, Xander, truly."

"I’m sorry...for..." Unable to say it out loud, Xander waved his arm toward the wall where he’d raped Spike. Tears slid down his cheeks. Spike reached out and gently wiped them away with his fingers. Xander seemed surprised at the caring touch.

"I know that you are. I forgive you. Chalk it up to temporary insanity, ‘kay, luv? Besides, not like it was the first time..." He saw Xander’s head come up fast at his last comment, wide shocked dark eyes met his. "Angelus, remember? Scourge of Europe? Nasty temper, he has. Don’t want to get on his bad side...rotten son of a bitch, that one." Xander felt a fist squeeze his heart at the name of the evil vampire...ironically, he didn’t want to think of Angelus hurting Spike like that. He refused to admit that he was also jealous of the dark demon for spending all those years with the bleached blond. Instead, he gave a soft, humorless laugh.

"Angelus...he almost killed me, but Drusilla stopped him...it was that spell I had Amy cast...a love spell...but she tried to kill me, too."

"Amy? The chit that got turned into a rat tried to kill you?" Spike sounded surprised. He recalled hearing about her from Willow and Buffy, who had herself been turned into a rat during that spell thing with Xander. However, Amy had been a rat for a lot longer than Buffy.

"Not her...Drusilla. She called me 'Kitten'." Xander shook his head. "Asked me what I thought about eternal life...said my face was a poem." He shuddered at the memory.

"Dru always did have a thing for you. Said you were dark and dreamy...could see things. I think she saw you as sort of a kindred spirit, so to speak. You with all your perception...used to piss me off the way she’d spout off about you." Spike admitted.

"I wasn’t good enough for her, huh?" Xander asked, a self-deprecating smile curving his lush mouth. It didn’t surprise him, after all, he was donut boy and Spike was...well, Spike was hot...and sensual and...not Xander. Spike saw the self-doubt on the human’s face, watched as Xander’s expressive eyes showed him the extent to which the whelp was putting himself down. It made him angry as he recalled all the times the boy had been ignored or brushed aside by the rest of the Scoobies. He also knew from living with the kid that Xander’s family life was just as emotionally devastating.

"Bloody hell, boy, don’t you ever stop beating yourself up? You’re better than the lot of us, don’t you know that? You’re the one that everyone thinks is without special talents, but you see things, Xan, you see things better than anyone. You’re ‘perceptive guy’, remember? You may think you’re nothing special, but I know different." Spike reached out and brushed back a stray, dark curl from Xander’s forehead and they both gasped at the electric shock, which hadn’t happened earlier when Spike had wiped away Xander’s tears. The boy's eyes darkened a shade and Spike groaned as the scent of Xander’s arousal hit him full force, his body reacting accordingly. What was it with him and these dark-haired beauties? He hungered for them, his weakness for them was absolute. "I know different," he repeated, softly, his eyes boring into Xander’s. Unconsciously, Xander licked his lips and looked away. A bolt of pleasure rocked Spike and he heard himself growl softly. Xander looked back at him with dazed chocolatey eyes. Bloody hell...must touch him...must taste him. Need clawed at the vampire.

Gently pushing Xander back onto the bed, Spike dipped his head, licking a trail up Xander’s throat. He heard the boy whimper and breathed deep, he grew even harder as he smelled the increase of arousal in Xander’s blood as it pounded beneath the boy’s skin. Xander shivered, wanting Spike to never stop touching him. Spike nipped him with blunt teeth, arousing him further. Spike heard Xander gasp and looked at the whelp through his lashes, the boy looked absolutely delicious. Xander’s head was thrown back against the mattress, his eyes closed, full lips parted, and his face flushed. Spike’s demon stirred at the sight of the boy.

"Let’s take these off, yeah?" Spike pulled off Xander’s shoes and socks, dropping them unceremoniously on the floor next to his bed. He crawled back up Xander’s body, his smile predatory, his eyes reflecting his hunger for the boy.

Xander groaned as Spike slid a hand under his black tee-shirt, gasping in surprise as the vampire ripped it in two. He opened his eyes and saw Spike’s lips lift in a sexy smirk. Xander cried out as Spike swirled his tongue around a tight nipple, arching his back. He moaned, writhing beneath the other man’s mouth as Spike moved to the other side, the blond scraped blunt teeth over the stiff peak, and then soothed the sting with his cool tongue. Xander whimpered with every laving stroke, his jeans becoming tighter by the second.

Part Three

"So sweet..." Spike murmured as he moved down Xander’s body. He nipped at Xander’s belly, watching as the muscles rippled. "Lift up for me, luv." Xander lifted his hips, arching into Spike’s touch as the vampire unzipped his pants and practically ripped them from him. His navy boxers soon followed the jeans. Xander moved fast, he grabbed the hem of Spike’s black t-shirt and pulled it over the vamp’s head. Spike went upon his knees and unzipped his pants, shoving them down. He pulled them off and threw the jeans across the crypt before turning his attentions back to the human. He felt Xander’s hands clutch at him as he dipped his tongue in the mortal’s navel. As he nibbled his way down the boy’s body, he heard Xander moan his name. The boy was shaking, his hips lifting off the mattress. Spike licked the spot where Xander’s thigh and groin met, lifting his head with a slight smirk as he heard the human swearing.

"Fuck...oh God...Spike...shit...ohhhh..." Xander felt his balls tighten as Spike did it again. He put his arms over his head, crushing Spike’s pillow in his fists as Spike licked a slow trail up his throbbing erection. His eyes fluttered closed and he could hear himself panting and moaning as the vampire continued his torturous teasing. His blood felt like it was on fire, his nerve endings felt electrified. He’d never felt this alive with Anya, never realized until now just how selfish the vengeance demon really was. She had gotten plenty of orgasms from him and sure, he’d cum from their lovemaking, but Anya never truly paid him this kind of attention before. No wonder Buffy had...no, this was not the time to think of her with Spike. Letting go of the pillow, he cried out, sinking his hands in Spike’s cropped blond locks, as Spike took him deep with a low moan. He had never expected the vampire to suck his cock, never thought Spike would do such a thing. Spike had always wanted everyone to know how much of a ladies man he was, always called Angel ‘a big pouf’ and had seemed quite offended by Giles handing him off to Xander when that Olivia chick had come in from England. God, Spike was really good at this. Xander bit his lip and involuntarily thrust up into Spike’s mouth. "Ohhhh God...feels so good...ohhh Spike..." He saw Spike raise his head and sucked in a sharp breath as he saw the golden hue of Spike’s eyes, knew the vampire was fighting to keep himself in control. He mewled as Spike swirled his tongue around the tip of his cock, arching as he was deep-throated again. Spike groaned around Xander’s impressive length, didn’t the boy know how incredibly sexy he was? He always had been sexy in an awkward, kind of clumsy way, but Xander was brave, loyal, and smarter than a lot of people gave him credit for. Xander was a survivor. Spike had marveled at that on a number of occasions. He heard Xander’s breath hitch and knew that the boy was close to orgasm. Reluctantly, Spike lifted his head, shushing Xander when he moaned in protest, "Please...Spike...don’t leave me like this..."

"Sorry, luv, but I don’t want it to be over yet. Turn over...I’m not going to hurt you, Xander." He added softly at the mortal’s wary expression. He moved back, allowing the other man to roll onto his stomach and then he slid his body sensually up Xander’s. Xander moaned, shuddering as Spike’s body slid deliciously against his. Spike fought his demon as his erect cock bumped one of Xander’s firm, round ass cheeks. He rubbed himself against the boy again and again, becoming addicted to Xander’s husky little cries and sexy moans. He began to lick his way down Xander’s spine, wanting more of him. "Hands and knees, pet," he murmured. When Xander obeyed, he paused only seconds before parting the rounded cheeks and tasting him. Xander cried out, his hips rolling, body jerking, as Spike moaned in pleasure. The vampire began to thoroughly eat him out and Xander reacted violently, moaning and gasping and panting, his hips moving with each devastating lash of Spike’s tongue.

He was going to die, Xander was sure of it. Spike’s talented tongue was doing things to his ass that he’d never known were possible and that was saying a lot considering how long he was with Anya, the sex fiend. "Ohhhhh...Spike...fuck...oh my God...." Spike reached around and began to jack him off with expert movements. "I’m going to...going to cum..." Xander whimpered, his muscles straining, his body tight as a bow. One more touch and he was going to explode.

"That's it, luv...cum for me, Xander...give me that sweetness, baby..." Spike purred, his voice pure sex.

"FUCK! OH SHIT! SPIKE! SPIIIIKE!" Xander gasped, as his muscles tightened violently and with a harsh moan, he came all over Spike’s bed. He shuddered, his arms threatening to collapse. Spike gently pushed him over onto his back, lowered his body to Xander’s and slid a knee between Xander’s thighs, rubbing his throbbing cock against Xander’s semi-hard one. Xander moaned, arching his back as their bodies rubbed erotically together. Spike slid down a bit and began to tease a beaded nipple, which he’d discovered was one of Xander’s erogenous zones. The boy whimpered, biting his lip as his back arched again. He made the sweetest little sounds each time Spike’s cool tongue grazed the little peak.

"Yeah, you like that, don’t you, baby? I know what makes you feel good. You are so beautiful like this...all stretched out beneath me...wanton and needy..." Spike murmured, still teasing Xander’s nipples. The boy shivered, goosebumps rising on his skin at Spike’s words. Spike lifted his head and Xander made a helpless sound as he caught sight of Spike’s golden eyes. Spike smiled a feral smile at the boy as he felt Xander’s now stiff and throbbing cock pulse against his stomach. He slid back up the mortal’s body and captured Xander’s mouth in a sweet, seductive kiss that the boy felt all the way to his toes. Spike moaned into Xander’s mouth as Xander rolled his hips, rubbing his stiff cock against the blond’s.

"I want you...want you so bad...Spike, please..." Xander panted, his blood was on fire. He desperately rubbed himself against the welcoming coolness of Spike’s sculpted body. Both men moaned, moving together in an erotic rhythm.

"Not going to hurt you...so beautiful like this, Xander...want you..." Spike groaned. He watched through lust-filled eyes as Xander whimpered, throwing his dark head back against the pillow, exposing his throat trustingly to the blond vampire. He heard the soft breathy pants coming from the boy’s parted lips. He cursed softly as he realized he would have to move away from the bed to get them some lube. Xander looked at him, his expression a mix of confusion and fear. "Don’t you move." Spike commanded, giving the mortal a quick kiss. Xander moaned in protest, grabbing for Spike as the vampire began to move off the bed. "Shhh...be right back, luv." The blond promised. He put his hand down, right into Xander’s cooling cum on the bed sheet. He lifted his hand and smiled. "Perfect," he murmured, using the fluid to lubricate Xander’s cock. The boy gasped, involuntarily thrusting up into Spike’s fist. "Oh, yeah...very hot, baby." Spike praised him, his eyes wavering between gold and blue. He straddled Xander’s hips and smiled at the boy’s dazed expression. "I told you that I wasn’t going to hurt you, didn’t I, luv?" Spike raised himself up, positioned Xander, and eased himself down onto the boy’s impressive erection. Xander bit his lip, groaning, as he was once again buried deep inside of Spike’s tight channel. The boy sat up, wrapping a strong arm around Spike’s back, he moved to his knees, and eased Spike down onto the mattress, effortlessly pinning the blond beneath him. Spike moaned as Xander began to piston his hips, sliding in and out of Spike’s sexy body. Xander watched as Spike vamped out and then quickly melted back into his human features.

"Again..." he murmured, wanting to see his lover’s true face. It drove him wild knowing that he was making Spike lose control. He heard Spike’s low growl and smiled as his demon face appeared. Spike made a purring sound deep in his throat as Xander reached up and ran his fingers along the ridges on Spike’s face. Curious, Xander trailed a fingertip down one of Spike’s fangs, he didn’t even notice he’d sliced his finger until Spike’s tongue came out and lapped at the blood. "Your chip didn’t go off," he muttered, not sure if that was a good thing. He heard Spike laugh and noticed that the vamp had changed back to looking human again.

"No harmful intent, luv. You were the one who sliced his finger on my fangs, I wasn’t aiming to bite you." With that, Spike sucked Xander’s finger into his mouth, moaning at the sweet, long-denied taste of fresh human blood. Xander echoed the sound a second later as pleasure shot straight to his groin with every movement of Spike’s mouth around his finger. He thrust his hips forward, causing Spike to cry out and release his finger. Xander lowered his head and took Spike’s mouth in another hungry kiss, imitating with his tongue what he was doing with his body. Spike wrapped his legs around Xander’s waist, sliding his hands up Xander’s back, his hips rocking with each thrust of Xander’s. Xander lifted his head, panting. Spike gave him one full minute of oxygen before capturing his luscious mouth again. Xander rolled them so that Spike was on top. Spike tossed his head back as he began to ride Xander hard, sharp pleasure tightening his features which flashed from demon to human continuously until the blond came with a hoarse, wordless roar.

"Goddamn..." Xander whispered as he felt Spike’s cool fluid hit his chest, chin, and throat. He had never seen anything more sexy, more beautiful than Spike cumming. "OH FUCK! AHHH! OH GOD!" Xander cried out, cumming deep inside Spike. Panting, the blond slid off Xander and rolled to his side before reclining on his elbow to look at his lover.

"You don’t think that Buffy jinxed us, do you? You know, made a wish or some rot?" Spike asked, snuggling up to Xander. "I’m quite sure you weren’t the only one I pissed off tonight." He was caught off-guard when Xander roughly shoved him away and sat up. "Wot? Oh, come on, aren’t you wondering the same thing? You and me? Not the puppy eyes again!" Spike growled and slid off the bed. "I’m not putting you down...I’m just saying...I don’t know what the soddin’ hell I’m saying, but...okay, you obviously find me attractive and I obviously find you attractive, yeah?" He paused waiting for Xander to answer.

"Yeah." Xander said, grudgingly. "What’s your point?"

"Are you in love with me?" he asked, watching Xander closely. The boy looked stunned and confused.

"Uh..." He blinked.

"And there’s my point, pet. Did you want to bugger me before tonight?"

"I don’t...um...I plead the fifth." Xander stammered, shocking the hell out of Spike, whose jaw dropped. He hadn’t been expecting that.

Part Four

The boy was tomato red and fidgety. Xander wouldn’t look him in the eye and kept shifting his weight from one foot to the other. Spike looked him up and down, trying not to smile as he noticed just how hard Xander had become.

"Keeping secrets, Xander, luv? I thought the idea of anyone having sex with me made you sick. But you weren’t sick, were you? You were jealous." Spike looked at the boy, his blue eyes wide with astonishment as he realized why Xander had been so furious with him. The last wasn’t really a question but Xander confirmed it when he finally locked eyes with the vampire. Spike saw the fear and the frustration in Xander’s eyes.

"Yes! Fine! I was jealous, you happy now?" He looked humiliated.

"How long?" Spike demanded.

"What? How long?" Xander looked bewildered.

"How long have you thought about..." Spike gestured to his bed.

"Why? What does it matter now? Can’t you smell stuff on people? When they’re aroused or whatever? You should already know the answer to how long I’ve wanted to...be with you." Xander looked so uncomfortable that Spike wanted to reassure him, but he also wanted the answer to his question. Xander had always been a horny teenager and it had been hard to know if the boy had wanted him or the Slayer or the cheerleader or even Red before she discovered that she preferred the ladies. He needed to know who exactly Xander wanted...now.

"I want to hear it from you, Harris, answer the bloody question already!" Spike growled, "How long have you wanted to get me in the sack?"

"Since that night in the school with Angel, okay? He asked if you wanted a bite before fighting Buffy. I was the bite he was offering up." Xander’s words sparked a memory and Spike growled softly as it flashed through his mind. Angel had dragged Xander up to Spike, offering his neck for a taste. He also recalled Xander’s words tinged with betrayal when the mortal thought Angel was evil. ‘I knew you were lying...undead liar guy.’ and Angel’s seductive offer. ‘Wanna bite before we kill her?’ Spike’s eyes flashed gold at the memory of the scent of Xander’s fear and a little something else just beneath the surface of that.

"I remember. You always were the nummy little treat, weren’t you, pet?" He saw Xander’s Adam’s apple bob as the boy swallowed hard at his words.

"You didn’t bite me. You were too pissed that Angel was faking. You punched him and called him your ‘Yoda’. He thought you’d believe he was Angelus. I could have told him it wouldn’t work, but he didn’t give me a chance. I was just the bait to him." Xander knew that he was beginning to ramble, but he was too busy trying to will away his erection. He dropped his gaze to his feet. When he looked up again, he nearly screamed, jumping out of his skin. Spike was less than two feet in front of him. "Jesus! Spike, don’t do that! "Creepy vampire guy’ kind of makes me nervous." Spike moved with vampire speed, licking a trail up Xander’s throat, making the boy moan and throw his head back. Xander’s eyes fluttered closed.

"My nummy treat...moist and delicious...mmmmmm...too right you were, pet." Spike purred, nuzzling Xander’s neck. Xander gasped and his cock twitched as Spike bit the sensitive flesh with blunt teeth.

"Spike..." Xander moaned, shuddering as goosebumps covered his body. Spike flicked one of Xander’s pebbled nipples with his thumb, smiling as the human whimpered. "Spike...please..."

"You remember that night, too, don’t you, pet? When the Watcher’s friend came and you tied me up." Xander blushed and Spike chuckled. "Such a dirty mind, Xanpet. You tied me to the chair next to your bed and called yourself ‘moist and delicious’. I didn’t sleep at all, I couldn’t stop thinking about what would happen if I broke free and slid into bed with you, if I slid my body against yours ." Xander began to pant as he began to visualize Spike’s fantasy. He whimpered again as heat pooled in his groin. Suddenly, Spike swore and moved away. "Get dressed! Buffy’s here!" Two seconds later, a loud pounding began on Spike’s crypt door. "Bloody hell! I’m not deaf, girl! I’m also not decent!" Xander hurriedly pulled on his jeans, forgoing his boxers and searched frantically for his blue shirt. He found it and started to button it up.

"Open the fucking door, Spike! I’ve seen you naked before! If this door isn’t opened in the next five seconds, I’m going to break it down!" Buffy shouted.

"Oh, for..." Spike spluttered, yanking on his jeans, giving Xander an apologetic shrug. They both jumped as a horrendous sounding thud filled the crypt. The door made a creaking sound and fell in, landing on the floor with a deafening crash. "Are you out of your ever loving mind, Slayer? I just got this place fixed back up! She bloody well killed my door." Buffy stormed in and came to a screeching halt as she realized a couple of things. One, Spike had just said he wasn’t decent, but the only other person in the crypt was Xander. Two, Xander didn’t have socks or shoes on and his hair was mussed. Three, both of the men were rumpled with wet, swollen lips and the whole room smelled of sex.

"Oh. My. God." Buffy looked wildly from one man to the other. "You...hypocrite!" She whirled on Xander. "You have some nerve making me feel guilty for screwing Spike! And you!" She poked Spike in the chest hard. "You say you’re in love with me and then you go off and you fuck Anya and in the same night...you fuck Xander...no remorse...no guilt whatsoever!" She was so angry that she didn’t catch the look that passed between the two men. "If you didn’t have that chip, you’d be blowin’ in the wind! I thought you might just be different, but you’re just like..."

"Don’t say it, Slayer...don’t compare me to him!" Spike warned, knowing she was going to go off on some tangent about Angel. Buffy had been devastated when she had learned that Angel had fallen for Cordelia, even though she had been involved with other people too.

"You are just like every other male on this planet! Including Angel! God, you’re nothing but a bunch of liars and cheaters and ARGGGHHHHH!" She finished with a loud, long, frustrated scream as she turned and ran from the crypt. Spike massaged his ears one at a time and looked over at Xander who was still wincing.

"No one can say that the Summers women don’t have good lungs." Xander said. Spike snorted. "So, uh, you gonna go after her?"

"What for? So she can tell me again what a worthless loser she thinks I am? No, I think I’ll finally give her that breathing room she’s been bitching about. You can go after her if you want to." Spike turned and grabbed his pack of cigarettes. Feeling dismissed, Xander narrowed his eyes at the vampire. When Spike turned around, Xander was glaring at him, hands on his hips. "Wot?"

"You are such a man." Xander gave a frustrated sigh and grabbed the rest of his clothes. He turned, gave Spike an exasperated look, and turned to leave.

"I’m a vampire. I’m not a man anymore." Spike said, his voice a bit colder than he meant for it to be.

"Vampire. Man. You’re an ass no matter what you are. I’m going home." Xander walked toward the doorway, but found Spike blocking his way.

"Oi! The hell you are! Not until we talk about the bug you suddenly have up your bum!" Spike’s features appeared sharper as the muscles in his neck and face tightened in irritation. He saw Xander look at the door and back to Spike and back to the bed and back to the door again. He frowned, a thought hit him and a look of horror crossed his face. "Son of a bitch! You’re still in love with her!"

"I’ll always love her, I was going to marry her, for God’s..." Xander began.

"Not the demon girl! Buffy! You’re hot for the Slayer!" Spike was practically spitting blood. "You come in here, rape me, make me all hot for you, bugger me, and you’re in love with Buffy!"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! I am not in love with Buffy! You think I would marry Anya if I was in love with someone else?"

"You didn’t marry Anya, whelp! You’re in love with Supergirl." Spike sneered. The thought of Xander kissing or even touching another person made Spike sick.

"I’M IN LOVE WITH YOU!" The words echoed loudly off the crypt walls and the two men stood there and stared at each other.

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