"Not that I recall," Spike replied, blinking quickly to avert any wayward tears from falling. Xander was very good at effortlessly bringing the vampire to tears. Little comments, innocent questions... they all added up to a level of affection and devotion that Spike had never felt before and probably never would again with anyone else. If he had his way, he never would--Xander would be with him forever.

Xander grinned and pushed himself up onto his elbows. He moved to hover over the blonde, eyes wandering over his lover's sated, amused face. "Love you," He murmured, lowering himself down to press a soft kiss to Spike's forehead. Those warm lips trailed down to the vampire's temples, over his eyes and down to his waiting mouth. Xander frowned briefly when he tasted saline, but he didn't sense any sadness from Spike, so he moved on.

Spike waited, motionless, while Xander lay poised at the brink of kissing him. The barest touch of lips as the human exhaled, moist heat and then cool air as he inhaled... And then their tongues met, slick and wanting. Spike immediately dominated the kiss, but Xander was sly and cunning, his warmth stealing control and keeping it well hidden. Spike wasn't sure when he surrendered, but by the time Xander broke away for air, the vampire was a willing slave to the boy's passions.

Xander smiled, self-satisfaction oozing from every pore. "You know," He began, eyes wandering down Spike's body, "I'd really, really like..." His voice faded as he lingered on the vampire's quiescent cock and well-muscled thighs.

"What?" Spike asked, his lassitude broken as always by his demon's impatience.

Whisky and chocolate eyes came up to lock with crystal blue. "To make love to you," The brunette finished, still smiling.

Spike swallowed. "Ok," He murmured, voice wavering under the intensity in Xander's gaze. He gasped when Xander's hands reached for him, stroking up his own cooler arms. Then that mouth was back, teasing his lips apart, demanding entrance. Spike found himself draped in blood-heat, weighted down with a living blanket of Xander. He couldn't stay still, not tempted as he was. However, when the blonde tried to take Xander in hand, he found himself restrained.

"Tsk, tsk," Xander said, eyes laughing. "None of that, Spike." The young man placed Spike's arms above his head, one hand clasped in the other. Then he went back to their leisurely kiss, exploring every crevice of Spike's mouth with infinite thoroughness.

Spike heard moaning and knew it was his own voice, keening helplessly. He was a vessel that Xander was filling with love, lust and a sharp devotion that almost scared Spike, it was so strong. It was too much, Spike wanted more; he reached for Xander a second time, slender fingers creeping down the boy's back.

Again, Xander stopped him. "Hmm," Xander hummed, biting his lip as he thought. "You just can't keep still, can you?"

Before Spike could answer, the young man was moving, reaching for the small case he'd left out. Moments later, Spike found one of his hands slathered in cool, slick gel. The vampire gave Xander a questioning look.

Xander caught Spike's gaze. "Prepare yourself," He whispered harshly. Spike nodded, eyes wide and unblinking. Xander watched as Spike's pale hand moved down between his thighs, sliding past his cock to circle the tight hole there.

Xander lowered his head to Spike's neck, sucking at the juncture of throat and shoulder. Blunt teeth scraped soft skin, eliciting sharp growls from the vampire. A strong human hand covered Spike's as he began to stretch himself. The presence of such heat made the coolness of his own fingers and the gel that much colder; he felt as though he was frozen. Spike shivered against Xander, gasping for unneeded air.

"Do you want me?" Xander asked, moving back up to press an open-mouthed kiss to the silky skin behind Spike's ear. "Where your fingers are? Inside you?"

Spike shuddered again. "Yes," He answered, surprised by the hoarseness of his own voice. Then he was taken in another kiss, overwhelmed by effortless force and tenderness. The sharp slide of Xander's tongue against his was almost enough to distract him from Xander's hand, which moved to enclose his straining cock.

Xander relished the scream he drew from Spike when he squeezed the vampire's erection. He pumped slow and hard, in time to each of Spike's thrusts inside himself. Spike was kissing him desperately, using his mouth as an anchor. Xander tore himself away, wanting to watch as Spike prepared himself, as he jacked the blonde off at the same time.

"Spike, you should see yourself," Xander grated out. "So goddamned beautiful like this. Perfect."

Spike glanced down his body. He was sprawled out, wanton and aching. A tanned hand on his cock, his own paler hand between his thighs. Twisting, thrusting up to meet Xander. Xander, who was looking at him as though he was the only other person in existence, the only one who mattered. "Xander, please..." He moaned, wanting his boy inside him, making him whole.

"I love you, Spike," Xander murmured, lips tracing the blonde's jaw. "Want you," He said, catching Spike's mouth again. As they kissed, Xander tightened his hand, moving faster. Then he released Spike's cock, only to move his hand back down to cover the vampire's. On the blonde's next down stroke, Xander pushed, making those slender fingers go deeper, reach farther.

Spike froze as his fingers, propelled by Xander's hand, brushed his prostate. He jerked, taken by surprise. Xander pressed again, showing no mercy. The vampire tried to stop it, tried to hold back... But then Xander did it again. Then that brutal hand was back on his cock, stripping him with cruel force. With a capitulating shudder, Spike came, spilling out over Xander's hand.

Xander slowly relinquished Spike's lips, watching the vampire as he returned to consciousness. When he finally saw blue eyes again, the young man smiled and placed a hand on the blonde's hip. "Fifty-one."