Xander entered the apartment, throwing his keys onto the small table by the door. It had been a long day at work, and he'd barely had time to stop and pickup his purchase before the store closed.

The apartment was quiet, though he could smell the tangy scent of marinara sauce permeating the air. "Spike?" He poked his head in the kitchen but didn't find anything but simmering pots of pasta and red sauce.

His next stop was the bedroom, but as he made his way out of the kitchen he heard the click of the stereo go on. He veered off toward the living room instead, finding his lover waiting for him.

Xander caught his breath. Spike was decked out in black slacks that hung low on his hips. His usual black t-shirt was covered with what looked like a smooth black silk dress shirt, open of course so that Xander could see the taut muscles the t-shirt clung to. As Xander's eyes swept lower he noticed that Spike's feet were bare, and for some reason it made him smile.

Only Spike could create such a look of relaxed abandon wearing slacks and a silk t-shirt. The goofy grin spread as his lover opened his arms and whispered a quiet, "Happy Anniversary, luv." Xander quickly moved into the embrace and they both fell into a soft but passionate kiss.

"Happy Anniversary, Spike." Xander answered as soon as they'd pulled apart. He gave Spike another quick peck on the lips before releasing him completely. Running a hand through his hair, he realized that he was seriously under dressed for this party. "Sorry I'm late." He gave Spike a sheepish grin.

"No worries luv. Go clean up and I'll get supper on the table."

Xander hurried to the bedroom and grabbed a clean set of clothes before heading for the shower. He made sure to transfer the package from his jeans pocket to his slacks before dumping his dirty clothes into the laundry basket by the door. He could hear Spike humming along to the radio while he clattered around the kitchen, and the goofy grin spread across his face again.

Spike was happy. As he set the table and put out the food, he realized that he could actually make the statement and believe it. He didn't think that was something he could ever have said before. Spike made sure to light the candles and turn down the overheads. He wanted to set the mood not that he and his Xanpet needed it, but it was a special occasion after all.

They had a quiet dinner, stealing food from each other's plates and quick kisses now and then. Until the kisses weren't enough anymore and the plates were abandoned in favor of 'dessert'.

Stumbling into the bedroom, Spike tugged on Xander's shirt until it was free of his pants. With infinitesimal patience, Spike undid each of Xander's buttons until he could slide the shirt off his lover's body without damage. Xander helped the process along by unbuttoning and lowering his slacks. By the time Xander had removed his pants, Spike had already stripped down and lay naked on top of the bed covers. The sight he made had Xander's mouth watering.

He crawled up Spike's body running his fingers lightly over cool skin, causing the vampire to shiver. Spike could feel the small hairs on his body rise, as if reaching out for a firmer touch from his lover. He groaned in impatience, until Xander finally covered his mouth with his own. They kissed for long minutes. Xander's tongue weaving in and out of Spike's mouth. Running the hot muscle over Spike's teeth, paying special attention to the now elongated fangs.

Spike's cock twitched and tapped at Xander's stomach. Causing the younger man to break the kiss and grin hungrily down at the vampire. "Do you want something Spike?" Xander teased.

"Always luv." Was the quick reply.

Xander kissed him again, and then snaked back down his body. When he reached the wet tip of Spike's penis he flicked his tongue out to collect the next drop. Spike moaned, and bit down into his bottom lip. The blood trickling on to his tongue an unnecessary aphrodisiac.

Spike's hips thrust almost lazily into Xan's mouth. The motion a reflex reaction to the familiar sensation of having Xander's warmth surrounding him. Soon he was tugging on Xander's hair, silently begging him to spur their lovemaking on.

Xander was more than happy to comply. He reached out for the lube they kept in the nightstand drawer, finding it easily. Coating his fingers in the slick substance he reached down to play with Spike's small opening. Running his thumb back and forth over the aperture he delighted in the shudders that rent his lover's body. Deciding to take pity on his vamp, he pushed one digit in as he brought his mouth down to lave at one of Spike's distended nipples.

"Love your touch Xan." Spike breathed out.

And Xander marveled at the effect he had on his lover. A second finger came into play as he continued his assault on Spike's nubbin. Biting down he pulled and worried at the nipple until Spike was nearly crying from the sharp, but oh so good, pain he created. And then he moved to the other nipple.

Finally, after several more minutes and a third finger, Spike was stretched and begging for Xander to take him. Pulling his fingers out, Xander reached for the small tube once more. He coated his cock, taking care not to over-stimulate the already painfully engorged member. He was careful to keep hold of Spike's gaze as he slipped the head in, and then slowly pushed all the way through until his balls were resting against the pale globes of Spike's ass.

He loved the look in his lover's eyes as he filled him. The blue speckled with gold only one expression of the intense emotion Spike felt. They made love slowly. Xander slipping in and out with a single- minded focus. Intent on pleasuring Spike as much as humanly possible. Spike pushing up to meet each of Xander's thrusts.

Although he never told Xander this, Spike loved these bouts of passion the most. The slow and steady way his lover pushed into him. The naked emotion he saw etched across Xander's face as he focused on Spike's pleasure instead of his own. The sweet ache of his own emotions as love, want, and need for Xander suffused his body.

Spike felt the nudge at his inner gland and knew it was too much. His balls tightened, and his sac rose. His cock filling and then pumping out the sticky evidence of their lovemaking. He felt his ass tighten around Xander's cock with each pump, and heard his lover groan at the feel of it. Then he felt Xander's own cock twitch and coat his inner walls with spent seed.

They kissed until Xander softened and pulled out. Sighing contentedly he nestled into Spike's embrace and fell into a light doze. A few hours later he woke, happy and sated. Spike was asleep beneath him and he smiled at the picture of debauched innocence his vampire possessed. Slowly he extracted himself from his lover's embrace, searching the floor for his discarded slacks. Reaching into the pocket he pulled out the small box there.

"What are you doing luv?" The sleepy query floated from the bed.

"Just getting your present Spike." Xander answered, slipping back under the covers.

"Pressie? You got me a pressie Xan?" Spike looked like he couldn't decide between bouncing and pouting at the idea. "I thought we weren't doing pressies this year Xan."

"Well, this is sort of a present for both you and me." Xander hedged.

Spike wiped the last vestiges of sleep from his brow. Focusing on the now blushing man before him. "What is it Xan?"

Slowly Xander unfolded his hands to reveal the small box he held. "Spike." Xander's eyes were focused on the box rather than his lover. "I…I love you."

"Know that pet. Love you too." Spike prodded him.

"I know. It's just that…well I thought it was time, you know…Demons know, but I want everyone to know." Xander was stumbling over his words. "Vamps, they can sense the bite, but humans…I just thought it'd be nice to, you know…make it official?" Xander's last statement ended in more of a question than anything else.

"Official luv?"

Xander reached over with his other hand and opened the small box. In it sat two platinum bands. "Spike, do you wanna marry me?"

Spike was speechless. A state he didn't find himself in very often. "How?" His mind was reeling with the fact that Xander must have been planning this for quite sometime since both bands were etched to match and he was sure already sized to fit each of them. "Why - ?" He cut the question off immediately when he saw his lover's face crumble. "Bloody hell, YES!" Spike pulled Xander to him, and crushed their lips together.

When they pulled apart, Xander's expression was still anxious. "Spike, you don't have to - "

Spike cut him off with another kiss. "I know that luv. Course I want to. How could you think I wouldn't?"

"Don't know. Thought maybe you'd think it was a stupid human custom or something." Xander shrugged.

"Xan, anything that lets the world know that you are mine is bloody brilliant. Vampire luv, remember? We're a possessive lot." Spike wrestled the boy back into his embrace. Kissing the crown of his head, Spike ordered the boy back to sleep. "Now rest luv. We'll go over the details tomorrow."

"'Kay. Night Spike. Love you."

"Night Xan. Happy Anniversary, luv."

They fell asleep together. Xander reveling in the feelings Spike's answer evoked. Spike wondering at the feelings Xander's question engendered.

He tried to come at least once a month. Just to talk. He wanted to make sure she knew what was happening in their lives, and how much they missed her.

He always replaced the flowers in the small vase they kept by the marker. They'd usually wilted and browned weeks before he got there. Unless Dawnie or Wills had come by recently. He knew each of them had their own visiting cycles. Even Spike occasionally stopped by.

"Hey Buff." Xander sat cross-legged on the ground. "How are things in the great beyond?" He asked as he got comfortable. It was almost always his first question, just to break the ice.

"I've got some pretty big news this time Buff. Last night was my three year anniversary with Spike. Did you know that? You probably didn't. Why would you? It's not like you wrote down the date or anything. Besides, how would you even know what day we chose to celebrate as the beginning of our relationship?" Xander mused. "It was the day Willow's spell went wacky by the way. It's not like we could really pinpoint any other time that we actually started 'dating'." Xander did the air quotes around the last word.

Xander sighed and fingered the empty space on the ring finger of his left hand. "I asked him to marry me last night." The words were spoken quietly and followed by a self-deprecating chuckle. "Can you believe it? Me." He pointed at himself. "Mister commitment phobia, and I asked him for forever…well relatively speaking."

For some inexplicable reason Xander felt it necessary to lean forward, as if Buffy would hear him better. "But I did it. And I know what you're thinking." He leaned back once again and sighed. "I know you never approved. Oh…never outright disapproval or anything, you were always really good about that by the way. But I know you always wondered 'why Spike?' But if you could just see him now Buff. If you knew how much he'd changed. How much he's made me change. How good he is. And how much we love each other. I know you'd understand." Now he looked up toward heaven. "I hope you do understand."

Xander sat quietly for a few minutes. Then gathering himself up he stood to go. He placed a soft kiss on two fingers and then gently laid them on her headstone. "We miss you Buffy. I hope wherever you are you get to laugh, and love, and be happy for change. You deserve it." Then he turned and walked out of the cemetery toward home.

He never noticed the bleached blonde vamp step out of the shadows toward the grave. Placing a small spray of wildflowers in with the arrangement Xander had brought, Spike nodded a greeting. "Slayer."

He sat down on the grass in the same spot his lover had just vacated. "The boy's right you know. You do deserve that much, at least. But if you ever tell anyone I said that, I'll deny it."

"Bit's doin' alright. Had that talk I told you about last time. Her grades are starting to go back up again. And her fightin' skills are definitely improving. Not that I'd let her take on anything really dangerous mind you, but just in case yeah?" Spike always liked to make sure Buffy knew that Dawn was safe and cared for. The last promise she'd extracted from him before her fall.

Spike leaned back, resting his weight on his down turned palms. He let his gaze travel over the night sky as he spoke. "Guess you already know the whelp proposed last night. For a minute I didn't know what to make of it. Didn't know what to say. It's still hard sometimes. To believe that he loves me. That he'll keep loving me." Spike shook his head. "Bloody ponce I am."

"And then he goes and does this." Spike stopped his perusal of the heavens to stare at the headstone before him. "He says he wants everyone to know. Wants the world to know that we're mates. That he's mine. That I'm his." Changing position once again, he leaned forward. "Whatever else you think…I want you to know that I do love him. Told you once I was love's bitch." He smirked. "Guess now I'll just be Xander's."

Abruptly he stood, his duster swirling around his calves. "Gotta go. Meeting the whelp at the witches." And he strode off into the night.

***

"Oh my god!" Both Dawn and Willow exclaimed at nearly the same time. Dawn jumped up to hug both boys, grinning from ear to ear.

"Finally! It took you guys like forever." She admonished them.

Willow on the other hand felt as if everything was happening too fast. She walked slowly up to Xander throwing her arms around him, and then stepping back to look him over. "My little Xander. All grown up." She gave him a watery smile.

"Don't cry Wills." Xander gave her another hug and then looked around her to the blonde witch still sitting on the couch. "Tara?" He prodded her gently. "What do you think?"

"It's wonderful Xander, Spike. Anyone can see that you two belong together." She gave them each a shy smile.

"So Red when are you and Glinda gonna tie the knot?" Spike teased. "Maybe we can have a double."

"Spike!" Willow slapped him on the arm. "Tara and I are very happy just as we are." She turned toward her lover. "Right baby?"

"Right sweetie." Tara's smile widened when faced with Willow.

"Now stop changing the subject." Willow turned back to the boys. "Have you thought about the ceremony? Who's gonna do it? Where are you going to have it? Have you set the date yet?"

"Woah! Slow down Wills." Xander motioned for them all to sit. "I just asked him last night. We haven't had time to make all the plans yet." Xander looked over at Spike and gave him a loving smile, before turning back toward his best friend. "But I do know who I want as my best man, er…person." He gave Willow a querying look.

"Eee!" Willow squealed. "Of course I'll do it!" Then her brow scrunched in concern. "You are asking me right? You weren't talking about someone else right?" She babbled.

Xander couldn't resist leaning forward and giving her a quick peck on the cheek. "Yes, you wacky wicca. I was asking you."

"Goodie." Willow answered.

"Ahem." Spike wanted to get everyone's attention. "I know who I want to be my best…person also." He turned toward Dawn as he spoke.

"ME?!" The word was squeaked out. And then Dawn was across the room, throwing her arms around the vampire. "I'll make sure you're not sorry! Thank you, thank you, thank you."

"OOOH! Does this mean we get to plan the bachelor parties?" Willow exclaimed.

"Bachelor parties?" Xander repeated.

"Well, yeah of course." Dawn answered. "I can plan Spike's and Willow can plan Xander's."

"Why can't we just have one party for the both of us?" Spike asked.

"That's not how it works!" Willow rebuked. "You can't go against tradition."

Spike smirked at her. "Pet, I think the fact that Xan's marrying a man, that also happens to be a vampire, may already be doing that." He smiled at his lover, who smiled back one of his goofy grins.

"Doesn't count." Willow stated absently, already working on ideas for the party. "Now you two shoo. Dawn and I have some major planning to do."

The boys were ushered out of the house, finding themselves standing on the front stoop before they knew what was happening. Shrugging, they shared a brief kiss before heading home.

Xander was just wrapping the cummerbund around his waist when Spike walked in. He looked up at his lover, soon to be husband, and smiled.

"I don't think we're supposed to see each other in our tuxes before the wedding Spike." Xander admonished him.

Spike just stood a few feet away and raked Xan over with his eyes. Xander in a tux was a marvelous sight to behold. Without the jacket on he could see the tight dress shirt hugging his biceps as he maneuvered the silk around his waist. Spike felt his cock twitch in his own trousers and reached down to adjust himself.

Spike's tongue peaked out to wet his lips before speaking. "You're bloody gorgeous Xan." He whispered as he walked toward his fiance.

Xander gulped. He could see the hard bulge in Spike's pants and began calculating the cost of any damage they were about to do to the tuxes they were wearing. The predatory way Spike was stalking him gave away the fact that he wasn't getting out of that room without a good hard shag.

Spike saw Xander's eyes dart toward the dressing room door. "Don't worry luv, I've locked it good and tight." His voice was husky as he made his way over to the dark haired man. "No one's going to bother us Xan."

"Spike!" Xander backed away slightly, holding his hands out in front of him. "These are expensive tuxedos…" His voice trailed off as Spike reached out to grab him around the waist and haul him into his embrace.

Xander's reluctance dissipated as Spike brought their lips together. He could always get lost in Spike's kisses. They were somehow soft and rough at the same time. And they always carried a sort of urgent need in them.

"Mmm..ungh." Xander's happy sigh turned into a grunt of arousal as Spike thrust his groin into Xander's hip. Xander's own cock was beginning to fill and he felt the first delicious tingles that came with the knowledge that Spike would soon be inside him. His own hips began slowly thrusting into his lover as Spike's hands came up to unbutton him dress shirt.

For his part, Xander was already reaching down to unbutton and unzip Spike from his trousers. Their clothes slid off with practiced ease, Spike keeping hold of Xander's cummerband, an evil smirk on his lips.

"Spike?" Xander's expression was one of confusion. "What are you doing?"

"Hmm?" Spike let out the question in between nibbles on Xander's neck. "What's that luv?"

"What are you doing?" Xander tried again. "What's with my cummerband?"

"Oh this?" Spike held up the silky material absently, his lips now trailing down to one of Xander's nipples.

"Yesssss." Xander's answer turned into a hiss as Spike took a nipple in his mouth, gently licking then biting down on the pebbled flesh. While Xander was distracted, Spike's other hand came up slowly, the soft silk wrapped around it like a glove. He reached out and began to drag the material over Xander's other nipple causing the man to cry out and arch into the touch. "Fuck!"

"Like that luv?" Spike smirked at him.

"Plrgl." Xander answered. Spike's smirk got wider.

Slowly Spike began to run his silk covered hand all over Xander's sensitive body. He made sure to rub each nipple gently, and was rewarded with quiet shudders from his partner.

Xander's eyes remained closed the entire time. He was enjoying the fact that he had no idea where Spike was going to touch him next. His cock was so hard from the very idea that he thought he might explode if Spike got anywhere near his crotch with that heavenly silk. Suddenly Xander gasped, almost falling to his knees as Spike swiped the silk band over his puckered opening.

Spike caught Xander before he could fall. The reactions he was getting from Xander more than what he'd originally expected. But the idea that his boy was so aroused, so inflamed, that he couldn't even control his own body was enough to have Spike's own cock head weeping softly.

"Gotta have you now luv." Spike whispered urgently into his ear as he pulled out a small tube from his discarded trousers. He quickly squirted some slick into the palm of his uncovered hand and began to rub it up and down Xander's crack.

Slowly he pushed one digit in, twirling it around until Xander's muscles relaxed. He pulled out and squirted some more lube into his hand before inserting a second finger. "Yes Spike, more." Xander breathed out as Spike's fingers began to scissor inside of him. His hips began thrusting backward onto the questing fingers.

Spike began to pepper Xander's back with soft kisses as he continued to widen his opening. Xander's body was going into sensory overload. His back was arching into Spike's lips, begging for more contact, while his hips were desperately thrusting down onto the wriggling fingers inside him.

"Spike!" Xander cried out as Spike began to finger his prostate.

"Please." He was nearly weeping for more.

Spike pulled his fingers out, and then positioned himself at Xander's entrance. He pushed the head of his penis toward the hole and reveled in Xander's moans before pushing the tip through the tight ring of muscle. He pulled out quickly and then began to run the head of his cock up and down Xander's crack until the boy nearly broke down.

"Spike please!" Xander was on the verge of tears. "Fuck please! Don't tease me anymore. I need you inside. I need your cock in me. Please!" Xander was thrusting back trying to force the cock into his waiting hole.

Finally Spike was back at his opening, pushing his way through. He sighed in happy contentment when he felt Spike's balls brush against his ass. He gritted his teeth, trying not to come as Spike began to slowly pull back out, then plunge back into his slick tunnel.

Spike reached down and placed a soft kiss on Xander's neck, laving the area with his tongue. Xander shuddered and clenched his ass around Spike's girth. "Yeah luv. You're so tight around me." He continued to thrust in and out. "Feel so good. So warm and slick. So fucking incredible." Spike's voice was filled with awe and love.

"Gonna cum soon Xan. Cum with me luv." Spike began to thrust faster, his hips slapping into Xander's sweaty flesh. His silk wrapped hand came around to grasp Xander's erection and pump.

"Oh my god!" Xander cried. The feeling of the silk wrapping around his cock was incredible. Coupled with the sensation of being filled by Spike was too much. Xander began to cum, jetting out long streams of semen as he continued to flex and clench his muscles around Spike.

Hearing his lover's cries, and feeling Xander's muscles clench pushed Spike over the edge. His cock pulsed and he began to fill Xander's ass with cool jets of cum. The shudders ceased and he collapsed, making sure to roll off of Xan before crushing him completely.

They shared long lingering kisses, as Xan's heart rate slowed and returned to normal and Spike shook off his post-orgasmic haze. "So…you liked that did you?" Spike asked.

Xander smiled and nodded vigorously. "It felt incredible. While you were rubbing me all over I couldn't stop wanting it everywhere. And then when you started pumping my cock, I couldn't believe the feeling! It was like being inside you. All silky, cool, and tight. And to have you inside me at the same time…" Xander's voice trailed off. He could already feel his cock twitching again, but they really needed to clean up and get home.

"Come on." Spike stood and extended a hand to his love. "Let's get you home Xan."

Slowly they changed back into their regular street clothes. Xander took a look at the ruined mess of his cummerband as he put the rest of his tuxedo back in the plastic. "Ugh. Spike, what are we going to do with this?"

"We'll just buy it luv."

"Obviously! It's not like they're going to want it back like that." Xander made a face.

Spike smirked. "Well luv, buying it does come with at least one advantage."

"What's that?"

"We get to take it home with us."

The light bulb in Xander's head click on, and he felt his face flush, even as he stuffed the silky band into his jeans pocket.

"Next fitting we are so coming separately!" Xander admonished.

Spike's smirk got bigger as he stared at his lover until Xander flushed again after realizing what he'd said. "Whatever you say luv." Spike answered as he strolled out of the dressing room door.

Dawn had rented out the Bronze for his party. Not that he had that many friends that would attend. But he knew that his Xanpet was having his party at the Bronze tomorrow and he supposed that they probably got some sort of deal for renting it out two nights in a row.

Clem was there of course. He was at the bar munching on the snacks. Stuffing peanuts, chips, and pretzels into his mouth smiling all the while. Probably his only regret being that there wasn't a cable ready television inside the club.

There were a few of Xander's mates here as well, and his too he supposed. Some of the crew from the construction site. Xander had long since come out of the closet, knowing that he wouldn't be able to hide a boyfriend like Spike and much too Spike's relief, not really wanting to.

The men at work had been surprisingly understanding. Xander had always been well liked and considering some of the other things that went on around the hell mouth, a little gay sex wasn't going to wig out most of the crew.

Spike smiled at his mental slip. He'd even begun talking like his lover in his head! He shook his head slightly not really minding the mental intrusion.

"Hey Spike!" Dawn bounced over to him. The music was loud and she'd been dancing most of the night. Spike had been her partner for at least half the songs blasting from the speakers. "Are you having a good time?"

"Course I am luv." He pecked her on the cheek. "Now, where's the rest of the entertainment?" He smacked his hands together, rubbing them in anticipation and throwing her a leering look.

"Spike!" Dawn laughed at his display. "You know Xander wouldn't let us hire a stripper." She pouted, her lower lip jutting out cutely.

"I know bit." Spike smiled reassuringly. "No worries." Spike wasn't about to complain, since he'd made the same demands to Willow for Xander's party.

"But he did allow us one thing…" Dawn trailed off teasingly.

Spike's eyebrow rose in query. "Yeah?"

"Sit here!" She indicated a chair close to and facing the stage.

Spike complied but the questioning look did not fade from his face. "What's going on bit?"

"You'll see!" Dawn was bouncing across the room. Soon the lights in the bar dimmed, leaving the room in almost total darkness. Spike, of course was still able to see, but then the curtain closed and the stage was cutoff from his view.

The speakers began to echo a loud beat, just as the curtains began to move. A lone figure stood on stage, still but for the slight swaying of hips to the music. Spike squinted trying to get a better look, as the curtains swayed open.

Then a bright spotlight appeared, and Spike gave an involuntary gasp. Xander stood, head slightly downcast so that his bangs shadowed his face. His hard body was covered in brown leather pants, and a tight black mesh t-shirt. Around his biceps were tied leather straps, and Spike could see the shiny metal of twin nipple rings sparkling in the spotlight.

Xander continued to sway to the music, finding the beat and letting it take over. He lifted his head and his gaze zeroed in on his lover, and he smiled.

The grin that Xander gave Spike was not his customary goofy grin. Spike felt himself hardening at the predatory look Xander sported. The music was sultry and Xander moved like sex incarnate. He danced around the stage, letting his hands wander up and down his body. The tight leather pants doing nothing to hide the large bulge threatening to rip the trousers open.

Spike could hear whistles and catcalls coming from the other men in the room, but nothing penetrated the haze surrounding him. His whole being was focused on his Xanpet and everything else was just background noise.

He groaned when Xander ripped his shirt in two, throwing the offending garment off. His body was shiny, making Spike wonder if he'd slicked himself down with oil first. The thought made Spike's cock leak with envy.

Xander rubbed his hands up and down his exposed chest. Suddenly his right hand shot up to grab and twist one of the nipple rings. His head fell back in pain and pleasure as the stinging sensation coursed through his body. Without meaning to, Spike bit down hard on his bottom lip drawing blood.

Music crashed louder as Xander continued his dance. Both his nipples were red and engorged. Xander's face was shiny with sweat, and Spike could smell the pheromones coming off him in waves. Spike gave an involuntary thrust of his hips when Xander reached down to his waistband and pulled. The pants ripping in two, velcro tearing open down the sides.

Xander stood on stage, slick with oil and sweat, in nothing more than a small black thong and two shiny nipple rings. As the music died down, Xander found Spike's eyes with his own. His tongue peaked out to lick his lips invitingly, just before the club was plunged into darkness once more.

When the lights came back on, Spike sat immobile in his chair. He wondered if he bothered to move, whether he would just cum in his pants. It was a possibility even if he didn't bother to move, he thought.

"Wow! That was amazing!" Clem was excitedly munching on some chips as he strode toward Spike. "I didn't know Xander could dance!" The statement sounded like an admonishment to Spike for not sharing the information.

Spike remained silent through most of Clem's praises. Finally realizing that Spike wasn't joined in the conversation Clem turned a concerned eye on his friend. "Spike buddy. You okay?"

But before Spike could answer, Dawn came racing up to the pair. "So? What'd you think?" She asked, almost breathless from her race across the room. "It's not exactly tradition to have your fiance at your bachelor party, but…let's face it. There's nothing traditional about you and Xander." She smiled at the vampire.

"Where…is…he?" The vampire managed to spit out between gritted teeth. He was so hard he hurt. And he really didn't think he'd be able to make it home, let alone across the room without doing something about it.

"Xander?" Dawn asked, then quickly answered when she saw the look on Spike's face. "He's in the backroom, changing I think." She would have thought that Spike was angry, but she knew that look. Being around Spike and Xander for the past three years had made her intimately aware of the looks each man sported when they were ready to well…burst. She giggled at her own double entendre, but Spike didn't hear it as he was already halfway across the room.

"Oh! One more thing!" She called after him. He paused in his stride but did not turn around. "Xan made me promise you'd return the favor!" She giggled again.

Spike only nodded before continuing his single-minded pursuit of the man he was soon to marry. When he reached the dressing room door, he didn't bother to knock. He burst into the room, only to find his lover languidly reclining on the couch, still wearing nothing but a thong, some jewelry, and a smile.

"What took you so long?" The goofy grin was back.

Xander's cock was straining against the thin material of the thong, stretching it taught over his throbbing flesh. He was seriously thinking of just reaching down and relieving himself when Spike finally burst into the room.

"What took you so long?" He smiled at the feral creature before him, raking his eyes up and down the cool body, stopping to study the prominent bulge for a few seconds.

"Where'd you learn to do that luv?" Spike strode across the room. "And why haven't you shared before now?" He demanded.

Xander sat up straighter, adjusting the thong so it wouldn't inch too far up his crack. Spike straddled his legs, leaving them face to face. Spike leaned forward just enough to brush their lips together. Pulling back he stared straight into his lover's eyes. "That was a beautiful surprise pet. What else do you have for me tonight?" He reached down to cup and knead Xan's groin as he asked.

"Unghhh." Xander thrust up wordlessly begging for more pressure.

"Well?" Spike withdrew his hand and favored Xander with a raised eyebrow. "Are you going to answer my question?"

Huh? Question? Xander whimpered. Was there a question? He tried to pull Spike's hand back down to his cock, but the vampire was too strong. Ineffectual thrusts toward Spike's equally hard erection also left Xander wanting. "Question?" He finally blurted out.

Spike smirked. He loved the effect he had on Xander. The way his boy would lose all thought, all coherency whenever they were this close. He couldn't resist bending forward to lightly lick the twin puncture marks on Xan's neck. The boy moaned and his head lolled to the side baring his neck further. "Please." He begged, but Spike pulled away once more.

Xander felt the sticky wash of his precum coating the inside of the thong he wore. He shook his head trying to ignore the incessant ache in his groin, only to catch the last few words of Spike's question.

"…to dance like that?"

"Dance?" Xander murmured, trying to lean forward far enough to get a bit of Spike skin in between his teeth. But again he was rebuffed. Damn that vampire! He grit his teeth instead. "Oxnard, I told you." He spit the words out fast before diving back in to try for another nibble.

Spike pushed him away gently, although he did concede enough to move forward in Xander's lap allowing their hard cocks to rub up against each other. "No luv. You didn't tell me." His look was one of quiet puzzlement. "When were you in Oxnard?"

Xander thought back to his return from the ill fated road trip. It was a little difficult to do, considering that he now had a hard vampire shallowly thrusting against him. He remembered telling the gang what had happened, at least some of it, and was sure that he'd explained about the strip club. Then the light bulb clicked on. Spike hadn't been there! It was before he'd been chipped. Before he'd become one of the gang.

"It was the summer after graduation. I wanted to take a road trip, but my car decided to take a vacation instead. I ended up in Oxnard with no way out. Worked for the Fabulous Ladies Night Club to pay for repairs."

"They hired you as a stripper?!" Spike was incredulous. He knew how sexy his boy could be, but he was also aware and grateful of the fact that most others couldn't. All they saw was the goofy kid.

"No. I mostly washed dishes and worked behind the bar." He thought back to the club and his nights there. It hadn't been all that bad. The people he'd worked with had been decent, and it was really only the depression following the idea that his trip had been a bust that had really bothered him. "But one night one of the strippers called in sick…" He trailed off, shrugging his shoulders.

"Why didn't you ever tell me that story before?" Spike asked quietly.

Xander shrugged again. "Didn't like talking about it. I remember telling Buffy that there was no power on this earth that could get me to tell her what happened that summer." His smile seemed a little forced to Spike.

"Why's that luv?" Spike prompted.

"Cause I knew how they'd react, Buffy and Wills." Xander was looking away now. Spike could feel the boy's arousal ebbing. "I knew they loved me. But they would've just laughed or tried not to, at least. The idea that clumsy, goofy Xander could be somebody's sex object was just not something anyone would've been prepared to believe."

Spike slowly climbed off Xander's lap, seating himself on the couch beside his lover. He moved them around until he was now the one reclining against the arm, and Xander was ensconced in his arms seated between his spread legs. His arms were wrapped around Xander's middle, and were lightly caressing his abdomen and chest.

He rested his nose in Xander's hair and inhaled the earthy scent before speaking. "Luv?"

"Hmmm?" Xander answered absently.

"Thank you." Spike peppered the top of Xander's head with small kisses.

"For what?" Xander loved when Spike got affectionate and touchy. He loved the passion, but this type of caress was just another way Spike reinforced the fact that he wasn't just looking to get his rocks off.

"For telling me." Kiss. Kiss. "For showing me." Kiss. Kiss. "For being my bloody sex object." Kiss. Kiss. Kiss.

Xander just lay back, letting the vampire caress and soothe him. It was rare that his old insecurities haunted him, but nevertheless they occasionally popped up. The early rejection and abysmal love life he'd had then had left him with some pretty big scars. But Spike somehow always knew the right thing to say and just the right way to hold him.

They lay together for several minutes, just snuggling and comforting and loving. Then Spike's caresses became firmer, and Xander could feel his cock twitching back to life. And when Spike's hand came up and snagged a finger into one of his nipple rings, Xander cried out arching into the sensation.

Xander twisted around as Spike slunk further onto his back, until they were lying almost flat with Xander's body blanketing his own. Their hips were thrusting together, Spike's hands reaching around to knead Xander's tight buttocks. Their mouths were fused together kissing until Xander was breathless.

When Xander pulled away, Spike stared up at him. The look he gave was one of love and trust and desperate need. "I need you Xan." He murmured, his eyes never breaking their hold. "Take me?"

"Yessss." The word was hissed out. Xander's erection was fully hard once more, and he ground himself against his lover.

Xander struggled to stand, pulling Spike up into a sitting position so that he could divest him of his shirt. When he could see and touch and taste the smooth pale skin of his chest, he pushed Spike back down onto his back. Then he went to work on his lover's jeans. Sliding the material off, licking and nibbling at flesh too irresistible to pass up.

Xander was leaking again, so he reached down to free himself of his last bit of clothing. The purple head of his penis ached at the brush of material as the thong was pushed down. And Xander felt something curiously like sadness to no longer have the thin strap of cotton snug in the crack of his ass.

Xander looked down at Spike to see the vampire with his eyes closed and one strong hand wrapped around the base of his dripping cock. The sight made Xander moan low in his throat, and he quickly re- straddled the cool body. Leaning down he gently bit one of Spike's lobes before whispering, "How close are you Spike?"

"So fucking close Xan." Spike answered. He'd been incredibly hard since Xander's dance and the affectionate embrace they'd just shared had done nothing to lessen the effect. And the second he'd entered the room, he'd known that his earlier thought that Xander had slicked himself with oil had been correct. The hot body rubbing itself up and down his cool form was covered in massage oil. Just the image alone made Spike want to cum.

He sighed with relief when Xander finally reached over his head to retrieve the lube on the end table. When Xander's hand retracted he saw that it wasn't a tube of lube at all, but the same massage oil that his lover had covered himself with. Spike gripped his cock even harder.

Xander dribbled the oil first onto each of Spike's nipples. He worked the substance into the vampire's skin, pinching each nipple until it was hard and distended. Spike moaned the entire time, his eyes closed and head thrown back baring his neck. Not once did he loosen the strong grip he held on his over sensitive cock.

Spike was worrying his bottom lip between his teeth, when the first drop of oil hit the head of his penis. The oil dripped down the length of his cock and dribbled onto his balls, running slowly over the fist he tightened around the base. His fangs dropped and bit clean through his bottom lip as Xander slowly massaged the oil into his hard flesh.

Xander rolled his balls together as he spread the oil, adding a few more drops here and there. Finally, thank god, *finally* Spike could feel the oil dripping down from his sac to the small opening below. Xander had lifted both his legs high, pushing them back so that his knees were up past his head. "Fuck yes. Xan! Hurry luv. Need to feel you inside. Don't wanna cum without you inside me." Spike babbled, spreading himself as open as possible with just one hand free.

Xander snaked an already oiled finger down until he could circle Spike's puckered hole, teasing the vampire slowly. Spike was already writhing below him, calling out his name and begging. Xander grinned. He never got over the fact that he could make Spike beg. Him. Xander. The Zeppo. The clumsy, goofy kid. He had a centuries old vampire begging for him.

He pushed his finger in, feeling the silky walls of Spike's channel clamp around him. Finger fucking his lover, he reached for the spot that would make Spike scream. "Xan!!" He found it. He had two fingers now, plunging themselves in and out of Spike's sphincter. He watched with barely restrained desire as his lover took the digits in, thrusting up to meet them.

"Now luv. Can't wait any longer." Spike's head thrashed. He reached down and grabbed Xander's cock, guiding it to his entrance. He pushed the head against his hole and bore down as Xander pushed in. The relief of finally having Xander inside him almost over took the pleasure. Almost.

They moved together slowly at first. Xander pushing in until his whole cock was sheathed, his balls slapping against the cool skin of Spike's ass. Xander leaned forward and they shared long sloppy kisses as he allowed Spike to get used to the feeling.

"I love you." Xander whispered when they broke apart.

"Mmmm." Spike murmured. "Love you too."

Their hips thrust together. Xander batted Spike's hand off his cock, replacing it with one of his own. Spike groaned and thrust into the grip. Neither one of them was going to last long. Soon Xander was speeding up his thrusts and jacking Spike off in earnest. They came together in a rush. Spike's cock gushing, his ass squeezing Xander impossibly tight. Xander cumming in spurts as Spike groaned out his name.

They lay together content and sated. Finally they got up to dress and head home. When Xander reached down to grab up the massage oil, Spike stayed his hand. "Leave it luv."

Xander raised a brow in question.

"It's your party tomorrow night, yeah?"

Xander's grin blossomed across his face. He couldn't wait.

Xander was bouncing around the room. The party had started about half an hour ago, the music was loud and his friends were raucous. Willow had gone all out with the food, and had even gotten a live band to play. But Xander's exuberance had nothing to do with that. Although he was grateful to Willow and happy that his friends could make the party, he really had only one thing on his mind; Spike.

His right hand came around to grasp his left, fingers circling his empty ring finger. When he'd picked out the rings, he remembered wishing that men wore engagement rings as well. He knew it wouldn't be that long before he'd have the gold band on his finger, but he felt as if he'd already been waiting forever. He wanted that small symbol. Something that everyone would see and recognize for what it was; a symbol that he and Spike belonged together.

As the night wore on, Xander's excitement began to ebb. Still no Spike, he was beginning to wonder whether Spike had changed his mind. Or maybe something had happened to him? He knew that Spike would be doing a quick patrol tonight before he came to fulfill his part of the 'bargain'. Maybe he'd run into something bad? Xander's face scrunched in worry.

"Stop that!" Willow scolded him, giving him a light punch on the arm. Xander dropped chip and dip on his shoes, causing him to mock scowl at his best friend.

"Wills!" Xander cried. "Look what you did to my poor potato chip!" Swooping down he carefully cradled the broken and dirty chip in the palm of his hand. "It's ruined." He gave her the pouty lip and puppy dog eyes.

"Don't think you can fool me Xander Harris." Willow chided, giggling all the while. "I know you're thinking about Spike, and imagining all sorts of crazy things."

Xander gave her his 'who me?' look.

"Yes you!" She laughed, causing Xander to break out in a wide grin. "Now just relax. He's fine. He's not supposed to be here until later anyway."

"How much later?" Xander whined.

"Not gonna tell, you big baby!" Willow teased, then became serious. "Really Xan. He's fine."

Xander heaved a sigh and a quick, "Okay."

"Now let's boogie." Willow latched onto her best friend and pulled him onto the dance floor.

They danced together for several songs. Xander's arms flailing wildly, his steps more of a bouncing/jumping combination than anything else; but his face was split by a grin, and Willow had a flash back to all their old high school days just hanging and dancing at the Bronze.

A few hours later, the party was winding down and there was still no sign of Spike. Most of the guests had left, and the catering crew was packing up the leftover foods. Xander was really worried now. Where was Spike? Maybe it was nothing. Maybe he'd just run into something on patrol and was licking his (small) wounds at home. Xander looked around the room once more, checking to see if the blonde had miraculously appeared.

"I'm sorry Xan." Willow walked up beside him once everyone else had cleared out. "I'm sure everything's fine." She tried to reassure him. "We should probably get going. Remind me to lock the front door when we leave. Dave said I could just drop off the spare key after work tomorrow." The owner hadn't wanted to stick around the whole night. And having practically watched Willow and Xander grow up, had no real qualms about giving Willow a key for the party.

"Yeah." Xander couldn't help looking around one more time. "I'm sure he's probably just at home." He tried to mask his disappointment and quickly growing anxiety at the vampire's no-show.

Xander followed Willow out, waited for her to lock the door and then took his place in the passenger seat of her car. Willow stuck the key in the ignition and turned the car over before letting out a frustrated little sigh.

"What's wrong Wills?"

"Looks like I forgot my purse in the club. Do you mind getting it for me?" She handed over the keys to the front door. "It's probably in the alcove under the stage, the one to the left of the steps. I had all the decorations stored there, and I think I put it down when I got everything setup today."

"Sure no prob." Xander quickly undid his seatbelt. Before getting out he leaned over and gave Willow a peck on the cheek. "Thanks Wills. It was a great party." Then he hopped out of the car and headed for the club's front entrance.

Willow watched her best friend until he disappeared behind the heavy metal door. Her face broke out in a knowing grin, before she shifted gears and drove off toward home.

Xander hurried toward the stage, not even bothering to turn all the lights back on. He really wanted to get home to check on Spike, so he headed straight for the hidden alcove. But before he could reach his destination a single spotlight appeared on stage. He gasped in surprise, which quickly turned into arousal when he recognized his lover.

Spike smirked when he inhaled the heady musk of Xan's arousal. He stood in the spotlight head down, body slick with oil and wrapped tight in black leather. His outfit was completely black, consisting of snug leather pants and an open leather vest. Spike didn't have any nipple rings but he had another surprise for his fiance that was yet to be revealed.

Spike brought his head up slowly, his eyes tracking to meet Xander's. "Hello luv." His voice was deep and husky. "Have a seat." He indicated the chair closest to the stage.

Xander sat without comment. His voice lost in the incredibly sexy thoughts swirling in his brain. Spike was here. Spike was oily. Spike was swiveling his hips. Vaguely Xander recognized that music had begun, and Spike was moving to the steady rhythm.

Xander watched with rapt attention as Spike moved with his customary fluid grace. He'd known when he'd requested the strip tease that Spike would be amazing. He was sex on legs just walking into a room, but now…now Xander could barely keep his cock in his pants. As it was his hand was rubbing gently over the seam of his crotch, trying to ease some of the pressure he felt there.

Spike strutted across the stage, hips thrusting with each loud beat. His hands moved restlessly beneath the vest, first circling then pinching and pulling at his erect nipples. Finally Xander was able to see them without obstruction when Spike flung the garment off his shoulders and threw it off the stage.

Xander's breath was coming in short harsh gasps. His mind somehow registered that he and Spike were the only ones in the empty club. The idea let him feel free to…well…free himself. He hissed as the cool air made contact with his throbbing member. He grasped the base with his right hand, trying to stave off the orgasm he already felt was imminent.

He noticed the glint of shiny metal on each side of Spike's pants. When the vampire's hands reached down he realized they were buttons. Spike slowly undid each button, teasingly displaying the skin of his muscular thighs bit by bit.

When each side was unbuttoned halfway, Spike took hold of the front of his pants. With the last loud crack of a drum from the speakers Spike pulled, the last few buttons ripping off down both sides. Xander bit back a moan, biting down on his bottom lip and practically chewing it off.

Spike stood center stage, the spotlight illuminating him clearly. His nipples hard. His skin shiny with oil. Xander gulped as his eyes swept further down. His lover hadn't bothered with a thong. He stood proudly full monty. His erection jutting out, and the head purple and wet. Xander couldn't help jack himself just once at the sight before him.

And when Spike stepped down off the stage, close enough for Xander to see him clearly the young man let out a long guttural sound. Spike's penis was a dark angry shade of purple. And he could almost see the veins throbbing underneath the silky skin. But his lover made no move to touch himself, no move to check his increasing excitement. He didn't have to. Spike was wearing a small black cock ring at his base. He wouldn't cum until he was ready.

The silence left after the end of the song pervaded the room. It hung in the air as Spike stalked across the room toward Xander. Who was busy trying to keep himself from stroking his aching cock.

"Let me take care of that luv." Spike whispered just before he fell to his knees and engulfed Xander's cock in his cool mouth. Xander choked, thrusting up at the incredible stimulus. Spike's head bobbed up and down, his mouth forming a deep suction with every pull.

"Fuck Spike!" Xander screamed as he came, gushing down Spike's throat.

Xander felt boneless. His orgasm had wracked his entire body and now he sat limply in the chair trying to catch his breath. He let Spike maneuver him without question, finally realizing that he was now completely naked. He moaned, his head thrashing back and forth as Spike reached out to play with the nipple rings he'd recently acquired.

The vampire took one ring between his thumb and forefinger and gently twisted it to the side. The sound that came from Xander's throat was enough to have Spike desperate to impale his lover. But instead he stood and then scooped up the boy, caring him over to the couch in the corner.

As he laid him down, Spike pressed open mouthed kisses up and down Xander's exposed throat. Stopping to lick and suck at the puncture wounds clearly evident. Xander continued to moan incoherently, his legs coming up unconsciously opening himself up to his lover. Xander's penis was again half-hard, and he reached down to stroke himself once more.

Spike felt a moan of his own escape at the wanton picture Xander made. Sprawled on the couch, wet from Spike's kisses and a bit of oil from their earlier contact, legs spread wide and waiting. Spike leaned down placing soft kisses on each of Xander's closed eyelids. He then gently prepared his lover, pulling out the small almost empty bottle of oil he'd hidden there earlier.

He pushed into Xander, swirling his fingers into the tight opening. Massaging the oil into Xander's inner walls, feeling dizzy at the sensation of tight clamping around his digits. Finally neither could wait any longer, and Spike sank into the hilt. His penis penetrating Xander, whose eyes now popped open; the irises dilated with lust, and focused completely on Spike's face.

They moved together slowly, Spike angling to reach his lover's sweet spot. Delighting in the shivers of ecstasy swimming through the body writhing below him. As they climbed toward completion, Spike began to whisper words of love into the silent club.

"Xan, Gods I love you." He showered the boy with kisses between thrusts, grunts, and vows of love. "You're beautiful. You're amazing. You're everything." This last declaration was punctuated with a long drawn out kiss.

"Can't wait to be yours." Spike announced. "Bloody can't believe you want the world to know." Spike's eyes were suspiciously wet. "Bloody can't believe you're mine." The last was whispered in a rush.

Xander met Spike thrust for thrust. He could feel his orgasm building. The words Spike kept repeating only served to heighten his arousal. "Yours. Always yours." Xander replied, seeking out Spike's mouth for another hungry kiss. When they finally pulled apart Xander reached down between them. "Want you to cum with me." And with that he released the catch on Spike's cock ring, letting it fall free.

Spike roared and gave one final thrust. His cock buried deep in Xander's ass, his cum erupting out of it's tip. His whole body shuddered with the force of it. So moved by the sensations that he almost missed Xander's own strangled cries as warm splatters of cum flew out to decorate his chest and stomach.

They lay together on the couch, snuggling close. "Thank you." Xander whispered, nuzzling closer into Spike's neck.

"Anytime luv." Spike answered with a smirk.

They both drifted in sleep for a while, Spike finally rousing enough to get a wet washcloth from behind the bar. He cleaned them both up, chuckling when Xander yelped slightly at the sensation of cool cloth rubbing against his body. Then he pulled out a duffle bag from the alcove Xander had originally tried to reach and redressed in jeans and a t-shirt. He retrieved Xander's clothes from the floor on his way back to his lover.

"Rouse yourself luv." He shook Xander slightly. He helped the drowsy human back into his clothes before trying to stand him up. When that failed he just picked Xan up in his arms and carried him out to the car.

Spike drove them home quickly, carrying Xander up to their apartment. He arranged the young man on the bed and drew up the covers. Spike walked over to his side of the bed, stripped down to his boxers, and then slipped beneath the comforter.

Leaning over Spike placed a cool kiss to his lover's lips. "Sweet dreams Xan. Love you." He was answered with a drowsily mumbled, "Love you too blondie," before they both drifted back into slumber.

Dawn nervously fiddled with the ring in her pocket. Spike would definitely drain her if she lost that! She couldn't believe that the wedding had actually arrived. It was a wonder that they'd made it through both bachelor parties without any major crises. She smiled at the thought that her two teenage crushes were actually getting married to each other! 'Only in Sunnydale,' she thought then shook her head good-naturedly.

***

Xander fiddled nervously with the bow covered box. He was anxious to see Spike's reaction when he gave it to him, but he was also very nervous. He hadn't known what to get, and in fact they hadn't really discussed buying presents for each other, but he'd seen it in a window and couldn't resist. He knew it would be perfect for Spike. At least he hoped it would.

Stopping to study his image in the mirror, he had to admit that he'd changed a lot in the past three years. He was a lot leaner, and definitely more toned; all due to having Spike as a lover and partner. Once they'd gotten together, Spike had insisted they work out almost daily. He taught Xander how to 'fight proper' as he put it, so that he wouldn't go getting himself killed on patrol.

Xander smoothed out the sleeves of his tux and straightened his cummer band, blushing slightly. He was hard just remembering the feel of the silk against his skin. Brushing imaginary lint off his shoulders, he stepped away from the mirror and toward the back of the room, where the sink stood. He need a few cool splashes of water before he faced anybody.

***

Spike was just tossing on his tuxedo jacket when Willow entered the room. "Hey red. Something the matter?" He asked concerned that something out go wrong with today's events. He knew how much today meant to Xander; and to himself as well.

"No Spike. Quit worrying." She batted her fist at his shoulder. "You're almost worse than Xan!"

Spike smirked, then winked at her. "Thanks luv."

Willow's quiet burst of laughter turned Spike's smirk into a grin. "Have you seen Xan yet, luv?" Spike hated the tradition that they weren't allowed to see each other before the ceremony. Although he had to admit that it was probably for the best considering what they'd done the last time he'd seen Xander in a tux.

"Yeah." Willow's expression was brimming with happiness. "He's gorgeous today! You're one lucky vampire!" She teased him. "Seriously though Spike. I know this means the world to Xan, and I want to thank you for making him so happy."

Spike ducked his head, glad that it was almost two hundred years too late for him to blush. "Not doin' it for the whelp. Doin' it for myself." He answered, embarrassed that her words had pleased him.

Willow smiled a secret smile. "Sure you are Big Bad. Just wanted to thank you anyway." She stated before stepping back out of the room.

"Cheeky chit!" He called after her, smiling when he heard her chuckle down the hall.

***

They had both decided that neither wanted to walk down the aisle. They would both enter the room from the side door and meet up by the 'altar', which in the case was just in front of the fireplace mantle. It was by no means a traditional wedding. Willow had gotten the leader of her coven to lead the ceremony.

Since same sex marriages weren't legal in California, it didn't really matter who headed the event, but Xander was grateful that it was a friend; or at least a friend of a friend. Really her only job was to ask them to swap rings, which they did, and then recite their vows, which they did.

Xander was first to speak his vows; nervously he rubbed his sweating palms on his trousers before taking hold of Spike's hands. "Spike?" He began quietly, seeing only his lover he continued. "What can I say to you besides I love you? You've changed my world. I don't know if I ever really thanked Willow, but I thank god everyday that her spell went wonky. Maybe we would have gotten together eventually." Xander shrugged his shoulders. "I'd like to think that we would; that we were destined for each other. I don't know what my life would be like without you in it. This ceremony," Xander's arm swept out to encompass the room. "Is just another way for me to carry around a small piece of you. When I wear this ring, I know you'll always be with me." Xander twisted the band on his finger.

Spike stood for a moment gathering his voice. He knew Xander loved him, the boy told him in a dozen different ways every day. But his speech had left him a bit overwhelmed. But he was not a bloody poofter, and he would not cry! Though he did swallow audibly, before beginning his own vows. "Xan, luv. Thank you." Spike stared into the chocolate brown pools that were Xander's eyes. "Thank you for giving me something to live for after being undead for so long. All those years ago, when I first came back to Sunnyhell I told Buffy that I was love's bitch. At the time I was pining for Dru." He saw Xander's wince and hastened his speech. "But I didn't have any idea what it really meant." He rushed out. "To be love's bitch, that is. Not until I fell in love with you. Because Xan, luv - I'd do anything for you. And if we ever parted," Spike shook his head at the pain that idea caused, "I wouldn't bitch and moan about it." Xander's face scrunched in confusion as Spike's eyes once more met his. "I'd just sit and wait for the sunrise."

Xander apparently was a poofter. The tears fell quietly down his cheek, dropping splash after splash on to his tux. Without waiting for the go ahead, Spike leaned forward, brushing the tears away with his thumbs before placing his cool lips onto his husband's.

They were kissing; mouths hot and wet. They'd barely made it through the door before they'd grabbed each other. The hotel suite was luxurious, but neither noticed the four poster bed, the plush carpeting, or the beautiful view.

Xander's heart was full to bursting. They'd finally gotten through the ceremony and the weight of the ring on his finger filled him with an inexplicable surge of warmth. He trailed his hands up and down his husband's body, their hard cocks thrusting against one another through the thin material of their tuxedo pants.

Spike moaned when Xander pulled away, trying to grab his lover back for more. "Where are you going, Xan?" Spike's voice was plaintive, making Xander chuckle.

"Don't worry," Xan hurried over to their bags, searching for the right pocket, "just wanna get your present." His smile was triumphant when he turned around, gift box in hand.

Xander paused for a moment at the goofy grin on Spike's face. He didn't see it often, but when he did it took his breath away. It was such an innocent, loving look, that Xander had to take time to appreciate it before continuing.

"Got something for you, too, luv." Spike pulled a long velvet box out of his pocket. His grin turned almost shy, making Xander's heart flutter.

They went over to the bed. Once Xander was settled comfortably, Spike reached up and undid the cords holding the curtains around the bed together. Some light filtered through the thick material, but the drawn curtains created an intimate little world, filled only with the two lovers.

When Spike settled beside him, Xander couldn't help leaning forward and planting a chaste kiss on his cool lips. When he pulled away, Spike could see Xander chewing nervously on his bottom lip. "Uhm…Hope you like it." Xan handed over the neatly wrapped box.

Before opening the present, Spike once again leaned forward. This time, instead of pressing their lips together, Spike just rested his forehead against Xander's and shut his eyes. His hand came up to wrap around Xander's neck, holding him close. "Whatever it is Xan, I'll love it." His eyes opened to stare into Xander's. "Do you know why, luv?" Xan just shook his head and waited. "Because it's from you. Because it will always remind me of this day." And then he did lean forward and press their lips together.

When they pulled apart again, Spike let Xander sit up while he reached for his gift. He suppressed a chuckle at the way Xander was attempting to keep from bouncing. Now that Spike had reassured him, Xander was hyper at the prospect of Spike opening the present. "It's a beautiful looking pressie, luv." Spike teased the boy.

"Just open it Spike!" Xander was anxious to see Spike's reaction.

Spike slowly unwrapped the present, letting first the ribbon and then the Scooby-Doo wrapping paper fall away. He shook his head in amusement thinking, 'Only my Xanpet would wrap a wedding pressie in Scooby-bloody-Doo paper'. And then his head was shaking for an entirely different reason. He felt his eyes watering and couldn't stop the one tear from falling.

In front of him lay a leather bound journal with a silver plate inscribed with the words "William Spike Harris" on the front. Also snuggled in the small box was a fountain pen with the same name etched on its side.

Xander saw the head shake and the tears. "Don't you like it, Spike?" His voice wavered with concern. "You don't have to keep it if you don't like it. I just thought, you know. I mean, you haven't really said anything about your writing, but I still have the one poem you wrote me…you know…when you'd lost your memory. And I thought you might want to write some more. You don't have to show me or anything. You can just write for yourself. That'd be okay. I mean - "

Xander's babbling was cut off by a fierce kiss from his husband. "Thank you, luv. It's grand. I couldn’t have asked for anything better." Spike's fingers followed the curved lines of his name; their name. "William Harris," he whispered softly. They really were mated now. Xander had accepted his mark, and he'd accepted Xander's name. They were official in both worlds; demon and human.

He looked up to find Xander grinning goofily at him. "What about my present?" Spike did chuckle now, earning an even goofier grin from his lover, whose hand was out and impatiently waiting.

"Here, you git." Spike reached over and placed the soft velvet box in Xan's hand.

Xander popped open the lid to the box and gasped. Inside lay a thin, silver chain. On the end the chain melded into an intricate design, an intimately familiar design. It was the same design etched on their wedding bands. Xander could feel his eyes water and had no qualms about letting the tears fall. He traced the pattern until he reached the center of the design. Within it he found a second pattern. In the heart of the piece, Spike had had the jeweler weave in the initials X/S. If you didn't look closely enough you wouldn't notice, but Xander saw, and he felt an ache of pure love spear his chest.

"Spike." Xander whispered his name. He didn't really know what else to say, his brain couldn’t form any coherent sentences at the moment.

"I know how much the rings mean to you, luv. The tangible symbol of our relationship." Spike shrugged, trying not to let his nervousness show. "I thought you might like a second piece to carry around. Just another bit of metal to let you know that I'll always be with you."

Xander unclasped the chain and tried to place it around his neck, but his fingers fumbled and the chain slipped. Spike caught it before it could hit the bed, and reached around to do up the clasp for Xander. For a moment Xander just sat with his eyes closed, feeling the almost imperceptible weight of the chain that now rested around his neck.

"It's perfect, Spike," he whispered. Opening his eyes, chocolate brown stared into sky blue. "You always know exactly what I want. What I need."

They stared at each other for long moments. Spike listening to Xan's heart beating steadily in his chest and Xander just watching the play of emotions across his lover's face.

Finally Spike moved, pulling away he pushed the curtains aside and stood. "It's our wedding night luv. Let's go to bed."

Xander only nodded before standing himself and helping Spike pull down the coverlet, the words "our wedding night" echoing through his head.

Xander stripped, fondling the discarded cummerbund with a faint smile on his face. The feel of the silk against his skin already making him half hard. Across the bed he watched as Spike stripped bare. His pale skin a bright wash against the dark curtains hanging around the bed.

Spike caught Xander's stare and gave him a cocky smirk. "Like what you see, luv?" Spike's smirk turned into a leer.

They both climbed onto the bed at the same time, reaching for one another. As they let their hands explore each other, their mouths met in a searing kiss. Xander moaned as Spike's tongue thrust in and out of his mouth, mimicking the actions that would follow later.

Their bodies met, hard cocks rubbing against one another; pre-cum oozing steadily from both men. Spike pushed until Xander was lying flat on his back, his legs spread wide to accommodate his lover. Spike's mouth moved over Xander's face, peppering it with wet kisses before moving down to suckle at his neck. Xander arched into the touch. His neck had never been an erogenous zone for him until he'd been with Spike. Knowing how much the act turned on his husband only made Xander's own arousal peak.

"Spike!" Xander groaned. Wanting more he spread his legs wider and bucked up. When Xander felt Spike leave his neck and begin to travel down his body his words turned into gibberish. "Gapltizl." And when he felt that cool mouth engulf his straining erection all he could do was cry out. "Ah!"

Spike grinned around the hard cock, loving his boy's reaction. He bobbed his head once, twice, sucking hard as he went. Xander was thrusting into his mouth eagerly. Xan let a desperate groan escape when Spike lifted himself off the leaking head, giving it one last lick before pulling away.

"Spike? Wah?" Xander tried to raise his head to see what Spike was doing, but was pushed back down onto the pillows. "Shhh, luv. Just sit back and relax. I've got you." Spike punctuated his words with a quick kiss to Xan's lips.

It took a moment for Xander to realize that Spike had left the bed. When he did he opened his eyes to begin a search of the room, only to find Spike standing in front of him with what looked like a silk cord dangling from his hand. "Do you trust me, luv?"

Xander felt his erection twitch at the sight and at the thought of what Spike had planned. He almost came right then. He stared into Spike's ice blue eyes and whispered one word, "Always."

Spike's breath caught at Xander's answer. He knew his mate trusted him, but the implications of what that meant were just sinking in. He moved forward, taking the silk cord and rubbing it gently against Xan's wrists. The boy moaned and shut his eyes, his whole body going rigid with the need to find release. Slowly he wrapped the cord around Xander's wrists, bringing them up to tie them to the ornate metal headboard. He pulled a second and third cord out from the small bag that he'd placed by the bed. He used these to tie Xander's ankles to the footboard. "Okay luv?" Spike asked anxiously, wanting to make sure his lover was comfortable with the whole situation.

"Fuck, yeah." Xander groaned out. The feel of the silk against his skin was intoxicating, and the fact that he was now at Spike's mercy was making his whole body tremble. He started when he felt smooth silk wrap around his head, covering his eyes and shutting out the light. "S-spike?" he asked tentatively.

"Yes, Xan? Too much?" Spike was quickly reaching for the blindfold only to stop at Xan's next words.

"No!" Xander exclaimed quickly, knowing Spike was ready to stop the game. "Just needed to hear your voice."

"Okay, Xan. I'll just keep talking." Spike pulled out the rest of the items from his goody bag as he spoke. "You're so sexy, luv. All spread out and ready for me. Your beautiful cock wet and hard." Spike ran his cool hands over said cock, watching as Xander's body writhed in front of him.

Spike pulled one white silk glove over his right hand. His own cock was leaking steadily, knowing what Xan's reaction was going to be.

He was still in awe at the way his boy had responded to the silk cummerbund he'd used during their play at the tailor's the other day. Slowly he trailed his silk covered fingers lightly over Xan's skin, watching as the flesh goose pimpled before his eyes.

"You like that, Xan? You like me touching you, running my silky fingers over your hot body?" Xander's head was thrashing back and forth, his words incoherent and unsteady.

"I'm going to touch you all over. Touch you until you're begging for more. Until you can't wait for that smooth silk to cover your hard cock so that you can thrust in and out of the cool material. I'll wrap it around you tight, let you get it soaked with your salty juices." Spike continued to tease him.

"Ungh!" Xander's breathing was harsh. He was afraid he would hyperventilate any second. "Please…" he whispered, the word trailing off on a puff of breath.

"Please what, luv?" Spike's hand was teasing and tugging on a nipple; pinching the skin until it reddened, and then running the smooth silk over the irritated flesh until it cooled only to repeat the process. "Do you want me to do that? Do you want me to wrap your dick with silk? I'll suck you through the material. Suck hard until you're whimpering. Until I can taste you through the thin covering." Spike licked his own lips in anticipation.

Xander wanted to sob. "Fuck, Spike, yes! Please, do it! Please!" He was struggling, trying to buck his body forward, hoping that Spike would have mercy and follow through with his promises. "Wrap me up. Suck me. Fuck me. Please, anything. Anything!"

The second Xander felt the rasp of silk against his sensitive cockhead he cried out. Luckily Spike had anticipated this and wrapped a firm grip around the base of Xander's penis, staving off his orgasm. "Unh unh unh, pet. Not yet," Spike whispered. "You'd miss all the fun." Spike leaned forward and nipped Xan on the hip, his fangs just brushing against his skin. Xander moaned, lost to sensation.

Xander couldn't believe how turned on he was. The sensory deprivation caused by the blindfold and his inability to move were making him horny as hell. The idea that he didn't know where Spike was going to touch or taste him next made Xander's eyes want to roll to the back of his head. It made him twice as sensitive to each touch and lick from his lover. And the feel of silk against his skin was obviously a new kink he'd never had the pleasure of abusing before.

Finally, Xander felt Spike wrap the cool material around his cock. He wrapped it as tightly as promised and then placed just the tip into his mouth. Sucking out the pre-cum that had already soaked the material, Spike moaned in delight. "Mmmmm. Lovely pet. Tastes just right." He smacked his lips for emphasis.

And then, without warning, he took the whole of Xander's penis into his mouth. He reveled in Xander's loss of control, feeling the boy buck into his mouth, his erection twitching with each thrust. Spike swallowed once, the knot of material around Xan's dick making it hard to bob his head up and down the shaft. Instead, he lifted himself off the erection, soothing Xander's sobs as he went. "Shhh, luv. No worries now. Just getting you ready for me." He spoke gently, all the while rubbing one hand over Xander's stomach while the other reached for the lube he'd placed on the night stand.

"Please, Spike." Xander begged between sobs. "I can't take any more. Please." His breathing was ragged and his body shook with the effort to stave off the tears. "Need you." The last words were a broken plea.

Spike's whole body went rigid. Had he gone too far? Quickly he ripped the blindfold off, waiting until Xander could focus on him. "Xan, luv. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to - " He was leaning forward pressing kisses all over Xan's face as he begged forgiveness.

"No, Spike!" Xander tried to gain his attention. "Don't apologize. I love you. I love you." He repeated the words until Spike had stopped his ministrations.

"I love you too, Xan. Didn't mean to hurt you. Didn't mean to go so far." Spike was babbling, a trait Xander found endearing all the more because Spike never did it for anyone but him.

"Shhh, Spike. You didn't. I wanted it. I want it. Please. I'm not hurt. I just need you. Need you so bad. Want you in me. Please, Spike. Please." Xander was back to begging, his erection never having flagged during their last exchange.

"Yes, luv. Anything, luv." Spike prepared him quickly, his fingers thrusting in and out of Xander's opening. He was careful not to touch Xan's prostate, knowing how close he already was. He didn't want Xan coming until he was inside him.

Spike gripped his cock, guiding it until the head was just brushing Xander's hole. As he began to push in he realized that Xander was still bound to the bed. He reached up intending to free his lover, but Xander stopped him. "No, Spike! Leave them on. I love the feeling of submission. Of knowing you control me. Us. Our lovemaking." Xander stared up into Spike's sparkling eyes, noting the wet sheen to the blue orbs. "Make love to me."

Spike felt every inch as the hot silk of Xan's walls closed over his shaft. No matter how long they were together, Spike could never get used to that feeling. The feeling of heat that surrounded him at first breach. His eyes squeezed shut as he stopped to enjoy the sensation. Once he was all the way in, he began a slow, lazy rhythm. It didn't last long, neither he nor Xander able to control their passion. Spike's thrusts became harder, his grip on Xander's hips tightening enough to leave faint bruises. Neither noticed.

Spike was close, his balls were drawing up and he knew it was only a matter of seconds. His hand lifted off Xan's hip and closed itself over Xander's cock. He squeezed once, then twice, eliciting what sounded like pained groans from his husband.

The wet material surrounded Xander's dick made it hard for him to pump his hand up and down. Spike settled for short, shallow pumps, and hard almost bruising squeezes. Xander didn't seem to mind, and was bucking madly. His ass pushing down to meet each of Spike's thrusts, and then bucking up into Spike's hand for more friction.

"Spike…I'm cumming…oooh fuck." Xander's words escaped on a long drawn out breath. His cock began to spurt, the thick ropy liquid caught by the thin silk material. As Xander's ass clenched around him, Spike lost control and peaked. His climax was almost painful, his cock throbbing with each emission. Until finally they were both spent.

Spike unwrapped Xander's trapped and now softened cock. And then undid his restraints. He dropped everything on the floor by the bed and then reached into the goody bag for the wet wipes he'd placed there. He carefully cleaned off Xander and then himself, chuckling when he noticed Xander was lying in an unmoving, boneless heap.

He leaned over and gave Xan a quick peck on the lips before collapsing on the bed next to him. They snuggled together for a few moments, both letting the lazy contentment they felt take over.

"Thank you." Xander snuggled closer and placed a chaste kiss on Spike's chest. "Love you."

"Love you too, Xan." Spike's arm tightened around his husband. "Was our wedding night everything you wanted?"

Xander's heart ached at the sound of insecurity in his lover's voice. "'Course, Spike. All I wanted was to be with you."

Xander's heartfelt matter-of-fact statement made Spike's own heart light. The last remnant's of William's insecurity and self doubt were pushed aside by Xander's unconditional love. He sighed in contentment, happy to do nothing more for the rest of his unlife than lie quietly with his husband beside him.