This was written for strchsr who wanted kinky Spander and a mating bond. Sorry I didn't get this up for you sooner!
This one kept growing.

Disclaimer: These characters are the property of Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy. I am simply manipulating them for my own pleasure.

Rating: NC-17

Summary: (S/X) Xander comes back to Sunnydale for a wedding.

A/N: I have taken some liberties here. I always wondered how different Dawn would have turned out if Spike had raised her rather than Buffy.
So in this little verse, Buffy stayed dead.

Marriage and Other Strange Arrangements

by
Randy Sex Kitten

Part One

The phone rings and Xander yawns as he stretches out to grab it. His latest conquest snuggles in closer but Xander curls his lip and steps out of bed. Time for Kris to go.

“Hello?”

“Xander?”

“Willow! How are you doing? How’s Tara?” Xander is truly thrilled to hear his friend’s voice. They didn’t talk often enough, in his opinion.

Willow laughed. “I missed you, too, Xander! Actually, I’m calling about Tara. She…”

When Willow paused, Xander panicked. “What is it? Is she ok? What happened?”

“She asked me to marry her.”

Xander was silent for a long moment. Then, he exploded. “Wills! That is incredible! When is the wedding? You must be absolutely bouncing off the ceiling!”

“I am. I’m so happy! We’re going to have the ceremony on the equinox. That’s a little over two weeks away. I want you to be my best man.” Willow’s voice shifts from excitement to uncertainty as she asked Xander to come. He hasn’t set foot back in Sunnydale since he escaped three years ago.

“Of course! Look, I have to work today and tomorrow and then I’m scheduled for my annual vacation. I’ll be there on Wednesday, will that work?”

He could hear Willow bouncing on the other end of the line. “Three weeks with you! Yes, of course that’s ok! I can’t wait! Do you want me to get you a hotel room, or do you want to stay here?”

Xander considered his answer. He enjoyed his privacy, but the opportunity to spend time with Tara, Willow and Dawn was too good to pass up. “I will be staying with my witchy women.” He heard movement behind him and his good mood dissipated. “Gotta go, Wills, gotta get dressed and get to work.”

“Ok, Xan. I miss you. Can’t wait until you get here!”

Xander’s voice softened. “Me, too. Love you, Willow.”

“Bye!”

“Bye.”

He hung up the phone and dropped his head to his hands. Willow and Tara getting married. He always knew it would happen, but somehow he’s thought something would come between them. He grinned goofily. Married! His women were getting married!

“Nice smile…”

Xander turned, looking at Kris. “Time for you to go.”

The other man sidled up to Xander and wrapped his arms around Xander’s waist. “Now, lover, is that any way to treat the man who blew you so well last night?”

Xander’s face twisted in disgust. “Yeah, it is. Get your stuff and get out. I told you last night how it was.”

Kris’s face dropped and he nodded. “Yeah, you did.”

Once the other man had left, Xander fell into his morning routine. Shit, shower and shave, followed by breakfast and a quick glance in the mirror.

He really didn’t recognize himself anymore. Willow’s call had taken him back to when he had left Sunnydale. Buffy had died, sacrificing herself to save the world, to save Dawn.

Anya was terrified when she saw Buffy’s body. Nothing he said would calm her and she ended up leaving town before the night was over. She had left the engagement ring on his pillow and he had known that it was over.

Dejected and exhausted, Xander had quietly packed up his apartment, leaving behind everything that he could live without. He left a note for Willow, telling her that he couldn’t live this life anymore, that he had to see what could happen for him away from the hellmouth.

A month later, he had found himself in New York. His experience in construction quickly earned him a job with a major construction company, and he had quickly moved up through the ranks, his intuitive knowledge of how things work, serving him well.

Now he was a junior partner for the company, with a partnership waiting in the wings. His boss had confided in him that the partners all wanted him in their ranks immediately, but that the original owner had written a bylaw that no one could earn a partnership without having been with the company for at least five years.

Xander’s professional life was good. He was well respected and his work was drawing the attention of national journals. His personal life, though…

Xander had realized pretty quickly that he liked men as well as women. Every night, he would go out to a club or a bar, nursing a single beer over the course of several hours. Sometimes, he would bring someone home, other times he wouldn’t. Every single person he brought home knew that as soon as the sun rose, they were to hit the pavement. That was the price for getting to sleep with Alex Harris.

He felt so alone, and wondered if he would ever find someone that he could share his life with. “Pipe dream, there, Harris.” He knew that he was damaged, that he was unable to love completely. The specter of his previous life colored everything that he did.

After rinsing out his coffee mug and plate, Xander headed out to work.

Wednesday evening, worn out and hung over, Xander stepped into LAX. His bag dropped to the ground as his arms were filled with a wiggly eighteen-year-old woman.

“Xander!” Dawn wrapped her long legs around Xander’s waist and smiled into his face. “I missed you!”

“I can see that, Dawnie!” Xander hugged the girl tight, amazed at the changes in her once lanky body.

Dawn unwrapped her legs from around him and stepped back to look at him. Xander’s hair was long now, pulled into a ponytail at the nape of his neck. He had a goatee, which would soon be gone, as he had decided to shave it off during the flight. He had lost some weight since leaving Sunnydale and was now trim and toned. You had to look good to catch anyone’s eye in the clubs.

He looked over Dawn as she perused him from head to toe. She was taller than he remembered and her body had filled out. Underneath the tan jeans and the fitted, burnt orange top, he could see nice sized breasts and comfortable looking hips. She obviously hadn’t embraced the current style of being so thin your bones looked like they were about to pop through your skin. She looked happy and healthy. He was glad.

“Wow, Xander! You look hot!” Dawn leered at him in an eerily familiar way before turning and addressing someone behind her. “Don’t you think?”

Xander jerked his head around to see whom she was talking to, and came face to face with the leer he remembered so well. Spike cocked his head, raising his scarred eyebrow. Xander trembled as Spike ran his eyes from the top of Xander’s head down to the toes of his loafers. His tongue uncurled and he spoke. “Yeah, Bit. He looks hot.”

Xander’s breath caught at the sound of Spike’s voice. Had the vampire always sounded like that? Xander looked at the blond from under his eyelashes, truly impressed with what he saw.

Spike was dressed to compliment Dawn, it was obvious. He was wearing brown suede pants, a cream colored t-shirt and a brown bomber jacket. Heavy silver chains adorned his wrists and neck; silver rings decorated four fingers and both thumbs. The loops in his ears matched the ones that Dawn wore. The leer slowly morphed into something more inviting as Xander’s eyes lingered on the bulge in the front of Spike’s pants.

“Let’s hit the road, Bit. Witches are waiting.”

Dawn nodded and the trio began walking toward the exit, pausing long enough for Spike to collect Xander’s suitcase before they walked out into the night.

Xander was surprised when Spike came to a stop in front of a huge Dodge Ram. He punched in a set of numbers into the keypad on the door, opened it, and picked up Dawn to put her in the backseat. He tossed Xander’s suitcase after her, earning an indignant cry.

“Hop on in.” Spike climbed into the cab and the engine roared to life. Xander settled into the passenger seat of the monstrous truck. He was more tired than he realized, because, before he knew it, he was waking up to the sound of arguing. Soon he was smiling at the dialogue between the vampire and girl.

“Come on, Spike! That’s not fair!” Dawn was in the process of negotiating for an extended curfew to go see a band in LA.

“I don’t give a shit, Dawn. There is no way that you are going to drive to LA with that pack of losers that you hang out with. It’s too dangerous.”

“But you said it was ok that I start going out with Randy. You said that he was responsible and…”

“What I said was, it was ok with me if you and Randy went out. That doesn’t mean I’m gonna let you climb into a car with him and drive any place that I can’t get to you in twenty minutes or less.”

“That’s bullshit, Spike! What are you going to do when I go to college, huh? Follow me?”

“Do you really want me to answer that, Bit?”

Apparently she didn’t because Dawn became silent and, within minutes, Xander could hear soft snores carrying over from the back seat. He looked over at Spike, suddenly uncomfortable.

Spike turned his head and caught Xander’s eye. “Relax. I don’t bite… Unless you ask nicely.” An evil grin crossed his face and Xander’s cock hardened to a stone-like consistency.

“Yeah. Wills said that you got the chip… neutralized?” Xander shifted uncomfortably, remembering suddenly that he was in a car with an unleashed killer.

“Neutralized? Is that what she said? Stupid bint. What happened was, I got my head all but chewed off by a Roug’sher demon. It bit through my skull, ripped open my chest and about gnawed off one of my bloody legs.” Spike pulled out the ashtray and Xander prepared himself for the coming smoke. He was confounded by the rows of what looked to be sticks that were filling the ashtray until Spike tugged at one, peeled off the wrapper and stuck the sucker into his mouth. “Rupert and Red spent about a week patching me up with magicks and salves. I like a nice bit of pain as much as the next vamp, but this was incapacitating. About a month after the demon attack, I was walking Bit to Janice’s when a gang jumped us. I fought ‘em off, and it wasn’t until after that we realized that they were human. The Watcher’d gone back to the homeland by then, so Red and me broke into the lab at Sunnydale General and took a few X-Rays. Seems that the chip got pierced by one of the Roug’sher’s fangs.” Spike shifted the sucker around in his mouth.

“I thought the Initiative doc said it couldn’t be removed because it was so deep. How in the hell did you heal if a fang went that deep into your brain?” Xander was enthralled by Spike’s tale.

“Got no bloody idea, mate. Rupes and Red did good, though. Not a mark left on me.” Spike turned onto Revello Drive and continued his story. “So, I got my wish, I could hunt again. I went out the next night to get a bite to eat and nearly threw up when the girl looked up at me. All I could see when I tried to bite was Dawn or Red or Glinda being held by a demon. Apparently, the damn chip gave William a chance to stick his Victorian sensibilities into my head. Figured out that it wasn’t worth the guilt and went back to bagging it. Only eat human though. No more pig’s blood.” Spike shuddered and the bare stick went flying out the window as they pulled into the driveway.

Xander stared at Spike. “I thought that demons didn’t change.”

Spike looked back. “Me, too.”

Spike climbed over the seat and handed Xander his suitcase before kicking open the door and lifting Dawn out. Xander watched as Spike carried the lanky form up the steps and into the house. Spike glanced back, “Come on in, Whelp.”

Xander followed Spike into the house, stopping in the living room as Spike carried his precious burden up the stairs. “Be right back. Go ahead and make yourself comfortable.”

Xander looked around the living room, taking in the changes that had been made. He hadn’t set foot in the house since Buffy died. Obviously Spike had contributed to the décor. Leather couches and thick, plush rugs filled the living room. None of the couches matched, they ere all different styles, chosen for comfort.

The walls had been painted a warm neutral color and candles adorned every flat surface. Xander walked through into the kitchen and was comforted to see that it hadn’t changed. He heard a noise behind him and turned. Spike was standing in the doorway, jacket, shoes and jewelry gone.

“Hungry, mate?” The eyebrow quirked and Xander’s cock jerked.

“Yeah. Always.” Xander smiled at the blond.

“Well, have a seat then. The witches’ll be home in another hour or so.” Spike set about preparing a quick meal of eggs, bacon, toast and potatoes, serving up two plates and laying them on the counter.

“So.” Spike spoke around a mouthful of food. “What have you been up to?”

Xander snorted, jamming a forkful of potatoes and eggs into his mouth. “You name it.”

Spike cocked his head. “Frottage?”

Xander’s fork dropped from his suddenly numb fingers, hit the counter and fell to the floor. “What?”

Spike curled his tongue behind his teeth. “Well, you said name it. Been up to any frottage?”

Xander blushed and looked down. “Yeah, a little.”

Spike let his own fork fall to his plate and stood. “Good.”

He dragged Xander up from his seat at the bar and pulled him into a kiss. Xander is shocked and amazed and confused. Those feelings don’t stop him from responding to the kiss, however.

Spike’s lips are demanding, seemingly wanting to drink Xander’s soul through his mouth. Xander allowed his tongue to come into play, tasting potatoes, eggs and lime sucker. The vampire’s tongue danced back and the two men found themselves lost in the sensation.

Spike’s hands were not still. They moved across Xander’s body, feeling the changes in the man’s body. Hard muscle rippled under his fingers and he worked his hands down to untuck Xander’s shirt, seeking out the heat of bare flesh.

Xander pressed himself up against Spike, wondering what in the hell was going on. He had never been attracted to Spike before. Why now? He realized that he was lying to himself and pulled away.

“Spike, wanted this for so long…”

Spike grunted and pulled Xander’s mouth back to his. Spike’s tongue invaded Xander’s mouth and the brunette clasped his lips around it, sucking gently on the strong muscle. Warm hands were on cool flesh now. Xander’s hands sought out the planes that he remembered from all those years ago when he would secretly watch Spike dress in the Basement of Doom.

Xander thrust his hips up against Spike’s and the vampire reciprocated. They heard a car approach, and released each other.

Xander looked into stunned blue eyes. “Didn’t really mean to do that, mate.”

“Do you regret it?” Xander’s voice could barely be heard.

“Hell no. Gonna go put your bag in my room. Tell the witches that you just didn’t feel comfortable sleeping in Buffy’s old room, ok?”

Xander nodded and watched as Spike left the room, only to instantly reappear with Xander’s luggage, carrying it down the stairs to the basement.

Xander adjusted his erection and pulled his shirt out to cover the telling lump in his pants. He glanced up when the door opened, only to break into a wide smile. “Willow!”

The red head flew across the room and into his arms. Xander couldn’t help but laugh out loud as Willow began to babble in his ear. “Oh, Goddess! You’re here! You look so good! Feel good too! You’re all muscley, buster! I missed you so much! What have you been doing? Will you stay all three weeks? Xander!”

Tara crossed the room and, placing a hand on Xander’s forearm, leaned in to kiss him on the cheek. “Thank you for coming. It means so much to us.”

Willow responded to Tara’s voice and stepped out of Xander’s embrace. “I’m so glad you came.”

Xander grinned at his childhood friend, but his thoughts drifted to the vampire below. “Me too.”

Willow dragged Xander to the living room where Tara and Spike joined them moments later. The four stayed up until almost dawn, talking about the past three years and what had happened in each person’s life.

Xander was surprised to hear that Spike had a job. The vampire had been hired on at the bronze as a type of undercover operative. The death toll in the alleyways around the club had plummeted to nothing.

“How did they decide to do that? I mean, who noticed that…” Xander wasn’t sure what he was asking; he was simply amazed that anyone in Sunnydale realized that there were things that went bump in the night.

Spike laughed and Xander looked over to where the blond was lounging across an entire couch. “New owner got attacked his first week. I just happened to be there and rescued his sorry ass. The git latched onto me and wouldn’t let go until I agreed to work for him.”

Tara snorted and Xander looked at her in shock. “Spike’s the highest paid employee at the Bronze. He makes more than the manager!”

Xander learned about the fate of the Magic Box, pleased to hear that Tara had taken it over after she graduated from college. It was flourishing under her care and she had three full time employees. Willow was still attending school. A double major had kept her from graduating with her girlfriend.

Dawn had graduated with honors and was taking a year off before deciding where she wanted to go to college. Learning that Dawn was interested in all types of art, like her mother, Xander suggested that Spike might consider sending her to NYU. “It has a good fine arts program.” The blond looked as though he would consider it.

As the sun broke the horizon, Tara yawned and pulled Willow to her feet. “We’re going to bed. Willow has class this afternoon, so she needs some sleep. Thank goodness I have Gwen opening the Magic Box today!”

Willow reached a hand out for Xander. “Come on up. I’ll get you settled into the guest room.”

Xander’s eyes flickered to Spike, who appeared to be asleep. “I, uh… Wills.”

“Whelp doesn’t feel comfortable in Buffy’s room. He’s gonna bunk down with me.” Spike never moved as he relayed the plan to Willow and Tara.

Tara smiled knowingly. “Alright. See you later!”

The witches disappeared up the stairs and Spike stretched languidly before sitting up and looking at Xander. “Tired?”

Xander felt his pulse accelerate. “Not really.”

“Good.”

Spike prowled toward him and Xander’s erection leapt back to life. A chaste, quick, and completely unsatisfying kiss and Spike was gone. Xander watched as Spike ran silently up the steps and into Dawn’s bedroom. A moment later and he was back, dragging Xander toward the basement door.

Part Two

“Welcome to my lair.” Spike flipped on the light, allowing Xander to precede him down the stairs.

“Whoa…” A slow, low whistle escaped Xander. The basement had completely been remade. He glanced down to find a sturdy set of steps covered in lush carpet, the color of Spike’s pants. Even through his shoes, Xander could tell that the carpet was positively decadent.

The walls of the room were painted the color of dried blood; the small windows covered in intricately carved wooden shutters. Another leather couch sat in the middle of the room, across from an entertainment center. The table in front of the table was covered in cotton balls, nail polish and polish remover.

One wall was lined with bookshelves and Xander recognized many of the tomes as having belonged to Giles. The back wall of the room was partitioned off. Xander glanced at Spike, but the vampire was splayed out on the couch and was yelling at the television.

Xander peeked around the partition, gasped, and stepped out to get a better view. Spike had turned the back of the basement into an incredibly lush bedroom. The bed itself was what appeared to be a hand-carved sleigh bed made out of mahogany so dark that it appeared almost black.

The bed was piled high with sheets, blankets and pillows in a variety of colors, all warm, deep and inviting. Xander found himself wanting to crawl into the bed and burrow under the covers.

The rest of the small room was decorated half-hazardly with drawings, photos and paintings. Xander saw familiar faces everywhere. There were sketchings of Spike and Dawn, Willow and Tara, Drusilla, Angel and, surprisingly, Xander himself. Each drawing was signed with a tiny A, and Xander could imagine Angel sitting in the dark, sketching the familiar faces.

There were pictures of the Scoobies everywhere, Dawn in particular. The few paintings that adorned the walls were obviously old, their frames in poor condition, but the canvases shining with health.

A single bedside table held a stack of books and more lined the floor next to it. Xander wanted to sink into this room and never leave. Spike had made a cozy nest of warmth that simply screamed home to the brunette.

A hand dropped on his shoulder and Xander jumped. Spike chuckled and wrapped his arms around Xander’s waist, resting his chin on the taller man’s shoulder and looking at his room. “Nice, isn’t it? Feel safe and warm here.” Xander nodded and turned in Spike’s arms so that he was facing the blond.

“It’s amazing, Spike. But why…” Xander half-points at the drawing of his own face. “We weren’t friends, just non-enemies, I don’t…”

Spike is staring at Xander, unwilling to look away. “Because, even with loving Buffy, I admired you. Your strength, your willingness to place yourself in danger, I was blown away by you, Xander.”

Xander blushed and tried to look down, but Spike caught his chin and held it steady as he spoke. “I’ve been attracted to you for years, but I wasn’t truly interested in you until all the stuff with Glory went down. Got to know you a little better and found that I liked you quite a bit. When we lost Buffy, it was hard for me. I really loved her.”

Xander nodded. “I get that now. Don’t know why I never believed you…”

“I’m a soulless demon, pet. A thing that had an electronic leash that left me dependent on you and yours. You were right not to trust me. If the chip had malfunctioned back then, you’d all be in your graves. But…” Spike pressed a finger over Xander’s lips as the brunette tried to speak. “I fell in love. First with Dawn, then Glinda, then Red and finally Buffy. Loved my girls so much, that I thought I couldn’t live without that love being returned. Thought that if Buffy loved me, then I would become part of the family, finally be accepted by you and the watcher, so that’s what I strove for.”

Spike walked Xander backwards toward the bed, pushing him deep into the covers before curling up beside him to finish his tale. “She made me promise to look after Bit. That night, she made me promise. And I realized that I was part of the family, no matter how much of an outsider I felt like, because I was the one she trusted. Not just with her sister, but with Red, Tara, Rupert, you… I was the one chosen to protect you. I loved her even more after that. Before she jumped, I knew that I had what I needed and that I wouldn’t be pursuing Buffy any more. It crushed me when she died. I never got to tell her how I felt.”

Xander pulled Spike over him so that the vampire’s leaner body was covering his own. “She did that? Asked you to take care of us?”

Spike nodded. “Yeah. And after you left, I missed you. Really missed you and realized that if I’d been true to myself, I would’ve chased you, not Buffy. Hell, if I were any kind of demon at all, I would have taken you with me when Angel gave you to me the first time in the school!”

Xander’s eyes widened. “Really, you’ve wanted me that long?”

Spike leaned in and burrowed into Xander’s neck, inhaling deeply. “Oh yeah, pet. You smelled so sweet. Warm, sweaty, full of fear and pride. I wanted you. Wanted you…”

Spike captured Xander’s mouth, rubbing his hips gently against Xander’s as he dipped deeply into the warm orifice. Xander allowed Spike to kiss him for a long moment before pushing the vampire away.

Panting, Xander spoke quietly. “Wanted you too. Tied to my chair, your voice in the dark, snarking at me, laughing, so sexy, so…” Xander dove back into Spike’s mouth, taking advantage of Spike’s open-mouthed shock to become dominate momentarily.

His moment quickly ended as Spike grinned into the kiss and once again took over. He brought his hands up to tug on Xander’s goatee. “You said something about getting rid of this?” The words rumbled against Xander’s lips and he nodded. “Want me to shave it for you?” Spike caught Xander’s bottom lip between his teeth and bit down gently.

Xander looked up at Spike and grinned. “Sure.”

Spike slithered off the bed, moving behind the partition. His voice carried back over to Xander. “Get comfortable, pet. Be right back.”

Xander pulled off his shoes and socks and shed both of his shirts. He moved around in the bed until he was in the middle, surrounded by pillows and blankets. Spike came back, his own chest bare, with a bowl that had steam billowing out of it, several towels tossed over his shoulder and a straight edge razor folded in his pocket, it’s handle gleaming.

Spike pushed the books off the table and sat down the bowl and towels on the bedside table. He reached into a drawer on the table and pulled out some scissors, placing them next to the bowl.

“Here, let’s get you adjusted…” Spike moved the pillows out from under Xander’s head, placing a towel over a bolster and positioning it under his neck.

Xander smiled up at the vision of upside-down Spike. His grin was returned and Spike leaned in to press a kiss to Xander’s mouth.

“Really should use clippers, but I don’t have any, so…” Spike picked up the scissors and began snipping at Xander’s goatee, taking off as much of the hair as he could. Xander closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensation. A few more snips and the scissors went away and a hot, wet towel was pooled over his face.

Xander felt the bed move under him as Spike climbed up to kneel next to him. After letting the heat soak into his skin, Spike removed the towel and picked up a mug from where it is floating in the hot water. He dipped the brush into the bowl of water and swirled the brush in the mug, working up a lather.

The lather was alternately hot and cold on Xander’s skin, the bristles of the brush massaging him gently. Xander felt pampered. Spike put down the mug and brush and placed the bowl of water between his knees. He tossed a towel back over his should and pulled the razor from his pocket.

Xander followed Spike’s silent instructions as he listened to the scratch, scratch of the razor gliding across his skin. Frequent stops are made, the razor wiped and cleaned so that the scratching could start up once again. Fingers caressed newly smooth skin and Xander was disappointed when the razor disappeared.

“Lean your head back a bit further, love.”

The brush returned and was now rubbing gentle circles on his throat. He heard the clink of the mug returning to the table and the razor returned. Careful fingers stretched his skin, smoothing it so the razor could sheer him cleanly. The hot towel returned, wiping away the excess lather.

Spike ran his fingers over the smooth skin of Xander’s face, checking to insure that all the hair has been removed. Spike returned the bowl to the table, the towel and razor landed on the floor. Xander opened his eyes when Spike removed the bolster and looked into beautiful pools of light. Spike pulled a bottle from his jean pocket and then settled on top of Xander.

Spike held up the bottle. “Witches make it for me. Keeps the skin smoother, longer.” Spike poured a small amount out of the bottle, into the palm of his hands. He ran his fingers all over Xander’s face, rubbing the sweet smelling oil into Xander’s skin, enjoying the feel of the tanned flesh.

Xander began to moan quietly in pleasure. The oil had warmed and tingled as it soaked into his pores. “Feels good.”

“Yeah, I know.” Spike propped himself up on his elbows and looked at Xander. Reaching behind his head, Spike tried to loosen the band around Xander’s hair. Unsuccessful, Spike tugged at the band, breaking it and allowing Xander’s hair to pool around his head. “Beautiful, pet. Just beautiful.”

Xander was amazed at how he felt. He had a demon lying on top of him, petting him like some kind of treasure. He found himself wishing that the moment would never end, that he and Spike could hide down here in Spike’s ‘lair’ forever.

“You know, I’ve not had anyone since I left here. I mean, I’ve slept with a bunch of people, too many, really. Actually, the Xanman’s a slut, but I haven’t really had anybody. Does that make sense?”

Spike smirked. “A slut? Damn! And I missed it!” He kissed Xander long and hard, driving his tongue into Xander’s mouth over and over. Xander quit trying to think, quit trying to explain that what he was feeling was so much more than his nightly fuckfest.

Spike paused. “Gonna make you scream, Xan. Gonna make it so good for you.”

Spike ran his mouth down Xander’s body. Xander’s nipples were attacked with force and Xander squirmed under the pleasure-pain. “Ghnn…”

Spike lifted his head and looked at Xander curiously. “What in the hell does ghnn mean?”

Xander opened his eyes and glared at his would be lover. “It means… Don’t. Stop.”

Spike shrugged. “Ok.” Cool lips wrapped back around bruising flesh and Xander moaned, contented. This was heaven.

Spike moved down, locking his eyes on Xander’s. He kissed down Xander’s abdomen, tongue flicking out to taste. His talented fingers deftly open Xander’s pants and they were off before Xander realized that they had been opened.

Spike stopped to tug his own pants off before climbing back onto his boy. Xander was panting beautifully and Spike wanted nothing more than to hear the sound for the rest of his existence. He rubbed his hard cock against Xander’s, shuddering at the feeling of the soft cotton of Xander’s boxer briefs.

“So hot, Xan. So beautiful!” Spike’s lips returned to Xander’s abdomen.

“Yeah, Spike. Oh!” Spike’s fingers slipped inside Xander’s underwear and the very tip of his index finger was brushing against the moist head of Xander’s cock.

Spike flashed his game face at Xander and was thrilled when the brunette’s heartbeat increased and a fresh surge of pheromones flooded his senses. Spike caught Xander’s eyes and carefully snagged the material of Xander’s briefs with a fang. The material parted under the sharp canine, splitting and exposing more delectable flesh to his hungry eyes.

Xander lifted his hips, trying to force some contact with Spike’s mouth. “More, Spike! Why?”

Spike grinned and pulled his human mask back on to engulf the head of Xander’s cock in his mouth. He sucked once and then pulled away, resting between Xander’s legs, looking up at his boy.

Xander’s dazed eyes floated down to Spike. “Why’dya stop?”

Spike cocked his head, considering. “What do you want, Xander? I can fuck you, real hard, real good. Make it better than anything you’ve ever had before.”

Xander groaned.

Spike continued. “Or, I could make love to you. Show you how important you are to me, how much I want you and want to be with you. It’s your choice. But I warn you; I fuck you, that’s all it is, a fuck. I make love to you and I’m not going away. Your choice.”

Xander was stunned. Was Spike saying what he thought he was saying? “You…”

Spike was stroking Xander’s thigh, leaning against the other, watching the thoughts drift through his boy’s head. “Me? You want to know what I want?”

Xander nodded silently. He was afraid. He’d not had a… relationship since Anya and see how that turned out? What would he do if Spike… if he decided that…

“You’re babbling inside your head, pet. I can see it. Let me tell you what I want, ok? I want to caress you from head to toe. Tangle my fingers through your hair and tug on it. Want to bite and lick every piece of skin on that luscious body of yours. Want to have you. Want to possess you in every way I can. Want to keep you with me forever. Want to be yours.”

Xander was panting with anticipation, but Spike wasn’t done. “But more than that, I want to go to sleep with you in my bed every morning and wake up with you climbing into bed with me every night. Want to pamper you, give you the things you deserve. Want to protect you from the world, want to give it to you, as well. I don’t love halfway, Xan. If you let me love you, it will never end. You know that.”

Xander could feel warmth flooding through his system. Spike wanted him. More than a fuck. Wanted to love him. Could love him right now, all Xander had to say was, “Yes.”

The word was breathless, almost impossible to hear, but Spike heard it. Suddenly, Xander was covered by a cool hard body. His blood roared for Spike’s touch and was rewarded with the very thing that it desired. Spike’s hands were everywhere and Xander could barely breathe.

Spike was rubbing against Xander, their cocks resting against one another. Xander felt his orgasm develop in his toes and tried to warn Spike. He wasn’t ready for it to be over. “No, no, Spike! Spike!” Warmth flooded across his stomach, quickly followed by a cooling rush. Spike moaned and attacked Xander’s mouth again.

The kiss was everything Xander had ever wanted. When Spike pulled away to allow Xander to breathe, the mortal moaned in disappointment. “Want to love you, Spike. Want you so bad…”

“You got me, pet. C’mon. Let’s get a shower. Don’t fancy sleepin’ in the wet spot.”

Xander grinned and the two men tumbled from the bed.

Spike’s bathroom was all new. There had been no bathroom in the basement when Xander left. The room itself was tiny. No mirror, of course, above the pedestal sink. A toilet was barely hidden behind a folding divider filled with pictures. Spike saw where Xander was staring and shrugged. “For Bit. She doesn’t like having to upstairs to pee if we’re down here watching a movie.”

Spike reached in and turned on the shower, ushering Xander in before him. Xander felt the hot water soak into his skin and he whimpered with happiness. Spike’s fingers were in his hair, rubbing out the travel grime and smoothing out the tangled length.

Xander turned and let his own fingers tug through Spike’s gelled locks. He found the bottle of shampoo and began to massage the gel into Spike’s hair.

“So what else have you done?”

“What do you mean, Spike?”

“Well, you said that you’d done a little frottage, we just covered that… What’s next?”

Part Three

Xander woke up warm and toasty the next morning. He turned to find himself face to face with an angel. Spike was asleep, his hair in soft curls around his face, his pale coloring highlighted by the bright jewel tones of the bedding. Xander grinned and leaned in to kiss Spike when he was poked in the side by something extremely pointy.

“No snogging while I’m in the bed.” Dawn didn’t open her eyes as she spoke, but she cuddled in closer to Xander’s heat.

“Then get the hell out of my bed, Bit.” Spike wrapped his arms around Xander and drew the larger man into a kiss. Tongues dueled and Xander sighed happily. The kiss was interrupted by a long, lanky body forcibly shoving Xander out of the way. “Hey!”

Dawn stuck her tongue out at Xander and snuggled into Spike’s arms. “My spot. You have to earn it.”

Spike laughed as Xander growled and climbed out of the bed. “Tossed over for an eighteen year old girl.”

“Hey! I’ll be nineteen next month!” Dawn hollered as Xander walked away.

Spike kissed Dawn on the cheek then shoved her hard, causing her to fall out of the bed. “Hey!”

“Hey yourself. What are you thinking, tossing Xan out of my bed? Stupid little bint.”

Dawn rubbed her sore ass and glared. “What are you doing in bed with him anyway?”

“Well, I was about to try out some suggestions that he came up with last night, but there was a cheeky little chit in my bed!” Spike glared back at Dawn and both were silent for a long moment before breaking out in laughter.

“Fine! See if I come down to heat up your bed for you again!” Dawn winked at Spike, clamored up off the floor and gave Spike a quick kiss. “Of course, if all goes well with Xander, you won’t need me anymore.”

“Off with you, Bit and lock the bloody door behind you. Told you to quit picking my lock.”

“Well, if you’d leave it open, I wouldn’t have to pick it, now would I?” Dawn sauntered out of the room at the same time that Xander exited the bathroom.

“He’s all yours Xander, though why you’d want a grouch is beyond me.” Xander gaped at Dawn, then sidled around the partition to look at Spike.

“Wh…”

“Oh, she’s in here every morning. She’s one of those people whose body temp increases when they sleep, so as soon as she wakes up in the mornings, she comes down here to heat up my bed before she gets ready for the day. It’s the only time we usually have where we can talk in private.” Spike reached out and dragged Xander onto the bed, arranging him so that he was lying on top of the vampire. Spike kissed and sucked at the mortal’s neck, demanding, “Tell me the list one more time.”

Xander chuckled. He had been asked to repeat himself at least four times before Spike would let him go to sleep the night before. They had both been too content to start on the list, but Spike was now eager to tackle it. “Kissing.” Spike responded with a deep kiss that took Xander’s breath away.

“Mmm… Biting.” Spike moved his head down to Xander’s neck, biting at the flesh, drawing small bruises to the surface of his skin. He backed away, waiting for the next item on the list.

“More!” Xander demanded.

Spike obliged, spending time drawing blood to the surface of Xander’s skin, wishing that he could allow his fangs to slice through the delectable flesh. “Finish the list, or you’re gonna end up with a vampiric hickey.” Spike panted against Xander’s throat.

“And that a bad thing because?” Xander smiled a little as Spike’s growl reverberated through his body. “Frottage.”

Spike rubbed his bare cock against Xander’s silk covered one. “Nice boxers, pet. Take ‘em off.”

Xander scrambled off the bed, stripped and quickly jumped back onto Spike, slowly rubbing their hardened lengths together.

Spike smiled and lifted his hips, pulling Xander down, his fingers digging into the brunette’s hips. “Next.”

Xander trembled. “Blow job.”

Spike wriggled underneath Xander, moving his body down toward the foot of the bed, while holding Xander in place. He licked and nipped down Xander’s body, each sinuous wiggle rubbing delightfully on Xander’s overheated body.

Xander found himself in an interesting position. He was laying facedown on the bed, his upper body barely propped up on his elbows. His lower body was stretched out over Spike’s lean form.

Spike lay underneath Xander, simply enjoying the scent of his lover. He moved down just a little more and came upon Xander’s erect member. “Well, hello there.” Spike’s whispered words tickled across Xander’s sensitive flesh and he shuddered happily.

Spike gave one last lick to the lean belly that was pressed against his face and moved to engulf Xander’s cock in his mouth.

Spike took a moment to grin at Xander’s yelp of pleasure before focusing on his task. He laved at the long, thick, blood-filled vein that called out to his demon. He wrapped his lips around the head and sucked, gently at first, and then increasing the pressure until Xander called out. Spike released the head and allowed Xander’s cock to slide all the way into his mouth. He grasped Xander’s hips tightly and began moving them up and down as he alternately sucked and swallowed around the length in his mouth.

Xander was lost in the maelstrom of sensations that were flooding through his body. Spike was forcing him to thrust into Spike’s cool, wet mouth. He had never experienced anything like this. Spike began to hum, a tuneless, toneless hum that sent vibrations through Xander’s dick, up to his pelvis and then down to his toes.

Spike caught tight to Xander’s hips, stopping the lazy thrusts, and began to suck and swallow forcefully. Xander couldn’t control his body, sobbing in something resembling relief when he felt himself explode into Spike’s mouth.

Spike flipped Xander over, never removing his mouth from his lover’s spent member. Spike suckled on the lax flesh, enjoying the taste and texture of Xander. He let go with a wet pop and moved back up Xander’s body, pressing himself against every exposed piece of skin that he came across.

Spike kissed Xander, his clear blue eyes sparking with mirth. “What’s next?”

Xander snorted and shoved Spike off of him. He pounced and drove Spike into the bed, rubbing his pelvis hard against Spike’s thick erection. Rocking forcefully before whispering, “Fucking.”

Spike moaned and came, cool spurts of seed flowing up between their bodies. Xander laughed and kissed Spike’s neck as the vampire panted needlessly beneath him. “Maybe later, huh?”

Spike laughed and the two men stumbled from the bed, kissing, groping and bumping into walls before they found themselves in the shower together once again. “Are we ever going to be able to finish the list?” Xander asked teasingly.

“Yeah, pet. We’ll finish it. Time for food right now, though. Can smell Glinda cooking.” Spike finished washing Xander and quickly turned the bathing sponge to his own body. They washed their hair and stepped out of the shower, pausing for a few moments of gratuitous groping.

Xander found his suitcase at the bottom of the stairs and hauled it over to Spike’s nest. Tossing the heavy luggage onto the bed, Xander began to dig through it. He wasn’t much of a packer. He wasn’t sure how to make everything fit into one bag. Therefore, he had bought an extra large bag and just thrown his clothes into it.

Pulling out a heavily wrinkled shirt, he frowned. Spike walked up behind Xander and wrapped his arms around the brunette. “Kinda wrinkled, pet. Want to hang your kit up in my closet?”

“Yeah, thanks.” After getting Xander’s clothes put away and stashing the suitcase into the back of the closet, Spike and Xander collapsed on the couch, tangled up with each other. They lay silently, looking at each other in interest.

A banging on the basement door drew their attention away from each other. “What?” Spike shouted.

“Breakfast!” Willow’s voice was light and Xander smiled at the sound of it.

“Guess we should go up, huh?” Xander kissed Spike lightly and climbed off of the blond.

“Probably should put some clothes on first.” Spike looked pointedly at Xander’s boxers, which were hanging out the open fly of the jeans he had pulled on earlier.

Xander looked at the vampire who was lounging on the couch, the button fly to his black jeans open. The draw of the pale flesh pulled Xander down to his knees so that he could kiss it gently.

“Definitely a good idea. I might molest you in front of everyone if you don’t cover up.” Spike grinned at this and the two tugged on the shirts and buttoned up their pants before heading for the stairway.

Xander opened the door to the kitchen and was overwhelmed with the smells of home cooking. Saliva flooded his mouth and he dove for the bar where Tara was filling a plate for him. “Here you go, Xander.”

“Thank you so much, you beautiful witchy woman!” Xander grabbed the plate and climbed up onto the stool next to Dawn.

“So, what’s the plan for today?” Dawn mumbled around a mouthful of eggs.

“Well, Spike and Tara have a list of things to do and Xander and I have a list of things to do and you are supposed to be helping at the Magic Box today, so…” Willow trailed off.

“Fine,” grumbled Dawn before tossing her plate toward the sink and stomping out of the room. Xander saw Tara glance at Spike, and then Spike’s voice rang out. “Bit!”

Dawn walked back into the room, her head down. She picked the plate up from where it had landed on the counter, rinsed it off and wiped off the grease and ketchup that had slid from the plate. “Sorry,” she whispered to Tara before walking back out of the kitchen.

Xander was impressed. “Wow! You have got her trained!”

Tara snorted, and again Xander was surprised. “Please. Before Spike moved in, we couldn’t get her to do anything for Willow and I unless we begged her. Spike moved in and she was grounded for about five months before she figured out that he would imprison her indefinitely. She’ll do anything for Spike, now. She knows that he means business.”

“You grounded Dawn?” Xander asked incredulously.

“She needed to know that she couldn’t treat Willow and Tara that way. She needed to learn how to be respectful. Her mother taught her better. Joyce was a fine woman.” Spike finished quietly, moving to the refrigerator to get some blood.

Dawn thundered back down the stairs. She came into the kitchen and wrapped her long, tanned arms around Spike’s neck. “I’m sorry, Spike. I didn’t mean to act like a brat, I was just…”

Spike smiled at her. “It’s ok, Bit. Just remember that you can’t act like that. You want people to think Joyce didn’t do right by you?”

“No, Spike. Sorry.” Dawn kissed Spike on the cheek, waved at the others and raced out of the kitchen.

Tara smiled after her and turned back to Spike. “You’ve done such an amazing job with her, you know that, right?”

Spike grunted. “Yeah, right.”

Tara kissed Willow on the mouth and then reached out a hand for Spike. “You ready?”

Spike nodded, finishing his blood and washing the mug out in the sink. “Yep!” Spike winked at Xander and kissed Willow on the cheek. “See you two later! Don’t get into too much trouble!”

Spike and Tara disappeared down the steps into the basement and Xander was left with Willow. “Hey, Wills.”

“Hey, Xan.” Willow crinkled her nose at her friend. “So… Do you want to see my list?”

Xander’s mind flashed to another list and his cock jerked. “Sure!”

Part Four

Tara curled up in the corner of the couch, stretching her toes. “So… how was he?”

Spike looked at her in shock. “Oi! I don’t kiss and tell!”

Tara leaned forward. “Oh yes you do! You were more than happy to tell everyone at the Magic Box about the time that you and Angel got trapped in the…”

“That was different.” Spike glared at Tara who was smiling smugly.

“So how was it, Spike? Everything you thought?” Tara asked gently.

Spike responded to her tone, loving the honesty that came through with everything she did. “Yeah, love. He’s warm, sweet, honest, everything I remembered. I never thought…” Spike threw himself onto the couch, pillowing his head in Tara’s lap. “Never thought I would ever find anyone, you know?” Tara nodded and stroked his hair. “But then, I go to pick up Red’s Best Man and find myself head over heels for the whelp.”

“I know, Spike. But it’ll be ok. I think that he’s been searching all these years, just like you.” Spike smiled up at her.

“You are an angel, my pet. Red’s so lucky.” Tara grinned back down at Spike then shoved at his shoulders to get him to sit up.

“Enough. No time to talk about love or soul mates now! Time to plan my wedding!”

In the kitchen, both Willow and Xander looked towards the door to the basement. Spike and Tara were laughing and the joyful sound carried up to them. Xander looked over at his friend and grinned. “Well, what are we doing today?”

Willow began to bounce and shoved a piece of paper in front of the brunette. “Look, here is the list of things we have to get done… First, a dress and then…”

The evening hours found Spike and Xander ensconced in Spike’s basement, the door bolted so that none could enter. Xander stared in the direction of the door. “Do you really need the sign?” Spike laughed and tugged Xander closer.

“Tell me about your day, love.” Spike nuzzled into Xander’s neck. Xander sighed happily and cocked his head to the side.

“Well, we found her dress. It’s nice, a deep green, with a slit up to here.” Xander motioned to his nose and Spike snorted, the cool burst of air moving across Xander’s skin. “She also found shoes, a present for Dawn, we tasted at least thirty separate types of cake and then ordered the bride’s cake.” Silence followed as Xander leaned in to attach his mouth to Spike’s.

Spike pulled away and motioned for Xander to continue. “Then we had lunch, which truthfully, I was too full to eat, and went to the mall. We looked at flowers, candles, stopped by the apothecary, went to the park to scout out the location, found a nice spot for the ceremony, went to the hall that she wants to rent, talked with the caterers…” Spike slapped his hand over Xander’s mouth.

“Did you get to sit down at all today?” Xander shook his head no. “Oh, my poor pet. Here.” Spike shoved Xander up off of his lap and lead him to the bed. “Nap, love. I’ll wake you in about an hour and we’ll go grab something to eat, take a look around so you can see what’s changed since you left.”

Xander struggled with himself, not wanting to waste any of the precious time that he had with the vampire. “Not tire…” Xander didn’t complete his sentence before he was asleep, snoring softly.

Spike smiled down at the lanky figure in his bed, then crawled in beside him to soak up his heat. Spike was amazed at the man in his bed. Xander had been an unrequited love for Spike. Well, maybe not love, but at the very least, lust.

Dark, laughing eyes, strong will and stronger faith had drawn Spike to Xander from the beginning. When Red had invited Xander home for the wedding, Spike had decided to take a chance. He offered himself to the boy… man… straight off, no playing, no teasing. He had expected to be turned down or staked. Instead, Xander was lying in his bed, sleeping soundly, napping to restore energy to go out with Spike tonight.

True to his word, Spike woke Xander an hour later. “Wakey, wakey, pet!” Spike leaned in and kissed a not-quite awake Xander full on the mouth. Xander smiled and wriggled around in the bed.

“Hi, Spike.” Xander sighed as Spike began nibbling at his neck.

Between sweet bites of succulent skin, Spike murmured against Xander’s neck. “Where do you want to go, love? Bronze, coffee shop, gay bar…”

Xander jumped and shoved Spike back. “There’s a gay bar in Sunnydale?” Spike nodded. “Alrighty then! The Bronze it is!”

Spike snorted and climbed off of Xander, heading towards the bathroom. “Be just a mo, then you can have it.”

Xander stretched and yawned, covering as much of Spike’s bed as humanly possible. He flipped over and snuggled into the sheets, breathing in Spike’s scent. He moaned happily and ground his soft cock against the bed, reveling in the sensation of blood rushing in to fill it.

Spike walked out of the bathroom, drying his hands on a towel. He looked up to find Xander grinding himself into the mattress and inhaling deeply. The towel fell to the floor, unnoticed.

“Xan,” Spike whispered.

Xander moaned loudly and ground harder into the bed. His cock was now fully erect and he could feel the beginnings of an orgasm tickling at the soles of his feet.

“Stop that right now, or I am going to bloody skip a few items on the list.” Spike’s hand dropped to his denim encased member and his fingertips brushed lightly over the growing mass.

Xander began humping the bed in earnest. Spike’s voice only acted as an accelerant. “Spike!” he panted between thrusts. “Baby! Need you.”

Spike tore at his jeans, tearing the denim in an effort to rid himself of his second skin. His shirt hit the floor a microsecond later and he launched onto the bed, landing firmly on Xander’s back.

He bit Xander’s earlobe, drawing out a grunt and thrust hard into Xander’s backside. “This what you want?”

Xander nodded and pressed back against Spike. “Yeah. Yes…” Xander hissed as Spike leaned in and bit his neck hard. “Yes!”

Spike lifted up onto his knees and reached under Xander, tugging him up. He quickly unbuttoned Xander’s jeans and pushed them down and off. Spike flipped Xander onto his back and leaned in to kiss his lover.

Their lips met with unbelievable hardness. Xander almost winced at the delightfully painful contact. Spike released his mouth and kissed down his throat before looking up at Xander and letting his demon come forward. He bit into the collar of Xander’s shirt and ripped it with one long pull.

Spike shoved the pieces of shredded cotton off of his boy and looked at the form beneath him. He grinned. Xander, unable to resist, smiled back. “You are so beautiful like this.” Xander reached out and caressed Spike’s ridged forehead. “But you have got to quit tearing up my clothes.”

Spike began to laugh. His game face faded away and he leaned in to capture Xander’s mouth once more. “Devilish thing.” He kissed Xander once more before grasping his lover’s ankles and pressing his feet up next to his ears.

Spike grinned at Xander’s expression and dove in, thrusting his tongue as deeply as he could into Xander’s channel without warning. Xander grunted at the sensation, unable to move due to Spike’s cleaver positioning.

After the initial attack, Spike slowed to a crawl. He lapped at Xander’s puckered opening, testing and tasting his boy. “Very sweet, here. Did you know that Xan?” Spike’s tongue flickered out once more, dabbing at Xander’s hole. “So sweet and tasty. Could eat you for days. Keep you tied up like this in the bed so as not to strain your legs.” Dab, dab. “Look at your cock, all hard and purple, dribbling on your tight, flat stomach.”

One pale hand whispered across Xander’s stomach, just avoiding his throbbing member. Spike spent a few long moments tending to Xander’s opening before continuing. “Mmm, yeah, I can just imagine it. You tied to the bed, your knees up over your head, arms tied down at your sides.”

Spike reached up and grabbed both on Xander’s hands, pinning them to the bed. Xander struggled a bit. He felt so exposed.

“Shhh, don’t worry Xan, wouldn’t hurt you.” Spike released Xander’s hands and they immediately flew back up to his thighs, holding them closer to his body. “Then I’d get you as hard as I could.” Spike lapped at the neglected entrance once again. “After that, I’d start licking you slowly. Starting here.” Spike bent and his tongue touched the area where Xander’s ass began to define itself from his lower back.

Xander glanced down to seed Spike’s eyes peering at his from around his own cock. He groaned and dropped his head back onto the pillow, finally giving in and letting his eyes fall shut so that he could concentrate on the duel sensations of Spike’s tongue and voice.

“I would move up from there, nipping here and there, bringing a lovely blush to these cheeks. I’d avoid this, though.” Spike’s tongue pressed into Xander and the brunette jumped. Spike was panting as he spoke, his own excitement seemingly secondary to Xander’s.

“Yeah. Would avoid that. Instead, I would lick here.” Spike’s tongue barely tapped Xander’s perineum. “Lick and lick and lick until you were writhing underneath me.” Xander began to move in time with Spike’s words, his hips moving shakily. Spike eyed Xander, instinctively knowing that it was time. His voiced lowered. "Then I’d dive into you. Try to get my tongue so deep into you that I could press on that sweet, sweet spot just inside. Press and bite, my teeth scraping against the mouth of your anus, a little bit of pain to bring it all around…”

Xander let out a high-pitched wail and his cock began shooting streams of sticky white fluid across his stomach. Spike smiled and caught a bit of Xander’s seed in his hand. He kneeled up, forcing Xander to keep his position. He lifted his hand to his mouth and Xander’s eyes widened as Spike’s long, pink tongue dipped into the fluid pooled there.

Spike moaned and closed his eyes. His hand dropped down to his cock, lathering it in Xander’s come. He opened his eyes once more and Xander met the eyes of a demon. “Then I’d press into you, forcing my way in deep, loving you, claiming you…” Spike moved until the head of his cock was resting against Xander’s hole. “Do you want that, Xander? Tell me.”

Xander gasped and panted, unable to focus on any one detail, only knowing that Spike was on him and that he wanted Spike in him. “Now, now, now, Spike, now, please, now!”

Spike’s demon emerged fully at those words and he thrust hard into Xander, stopping as his balls hit his lover’s ass. He looked at Xander in surprise. “Xan?” The muscles around his cock were virginally tight and tears were streaming down Xander’s face. Spike tried to pull away, but Xander released his legs and trapped Spike within their embrace.

“The first, Spike, the only. No one else, not ever. God! So full!” Xander thrust up against Spike and moaned as the vampire’s cock pressed up against his prostate. “Spike!”

Spike could feel Xander adjusting to his invasion and slowly began to move. He was panting harshly through his fangs, trying to give himself something to focus on. His fangs slid into his bottom lip and he watched as a single drop of blood fell to land on Xander’s rippled abdomen. Spike leaned in and licked it off, drawing a groan from the man beneath him.

“Oh, fuck yeah. Why didn’t anyone tell me it was like this? Ungh!”

Spike thrusts became harder and faster as Xander encouraged him with fleeting touches and words. At some point Xander pulled Spike flush against him and began kissing the vampire, uncaring that the mouth he was fucking so violently was filled with sharp teeth.

Xander’s cock was hard once more, trapped between their bodies, sliding slickly against them. Looking up at his demon lover, Xander lost himself once again. “Spike!” His release rushed out of him, a hot flash against Spike’s cool skin.

Xander’s muscles clenched inhumanely around Spike’s cock and his own release flooded out of him as he screamed Xander’s name. He collapsed onto Xander’s belly, aftershocks sending shudders through them both.

Spike mouthed Xander’s throat, aching to mark his beautiful boy. Xander could feel Spike’s growl of frustration and grinned. “Want something, blondie?” Spike growled again and let one fang barely scratch the surface of Xander’s skin, allowing a single drop to escape to the surface. He lapped at the tiny wound, hoping that Xander wouldn’t be angry.

Xander quivered as Spike licked at the scratch and began to purr. He wrapped his arms around the vampire, understanding the demon’s need to mark, to claim. He felt the same. He could feel the long banished hyena try to fight it’s way to the surface, so he rolled them, landing himself on top of the vampire.

Xander grinned and pressed a kiss to Spike’s brow. Spike allowed his demon to recede and reached up for a true kiss. Xander pulled away and crooked his head to the side. “Does this mean no Bronze?”

Spike laughed out loud and the sound was delightful to Xander. “After a fuck like that, pet, I’ll take you anywhere you want.”

Part Five

They didn’t make it to the club.

Instead, midnight found them in Dawn’s bedroom, Spike getting his nails painted and Xander reading Cosmo. Xander’s finger skimmed the next question in the quiz.

“When he looks at you in ‘that way’, what is your response? A. What look?, B. Gross!, C. Give him a look back.” Xander glanced up at the pair on the bed.

Spike and Dawn looked at each other as if considering their answers. They spoke as one, “D. Fuck him like mad.” Both began to laugh and Dawn smacked Spike on the arm, waving at his nails.

A banging on the wall disturbed their levity. “Shut up!” Willow’s voice was hoarse and Xander grinned.

Dawn finished Spike’s right hand and moved to his left. “So, how was the sex?” Spike lifted his hand and smacked her on the head before re-presenting his fingers.

“C’mon, Spike! I want to know!”

“Tough, Bit. It’s none of your business.” Spike watched as she applied the last coat.

Xander snickered at the look of disgust that Dawn shot Spike. “That’s not fair.”

Spike shrugged. “So?”

Around two, Dawn’s snores woke Xander. He was tightly wrapped up in Spike’s arms, their heads hanging off the side of Dawn’s bed.

He groaned and rolled over, dragging Spike along as he fell off the bed. Spike’s eyes popped open and Xander grunted. Spike tightened his hold on Xander and seemed to fade back into sleep.

“Spike!” Xander wriggled in Spike’s arms. “Wake up, Spike!”

Dawn shifted in the bed and Spike’s eyes opened once more. “Xan?”

“Let’s go downstairs.”

Spike nodded and they climbed to their feet, both stretching and grunting at the stiffness of their muscles. They stumbled down the two flights of stairs, stripped off their clothes and collapsed into Spike’s bed, moving around until they were comfortable.

Xander sighed happily, his arms wrapped around Spike. “This is the strangest thing, Spike.”

Spike rolled over, leaning in to press a kiss against Xander’s lips before asking, “What is?”

Xander shrugged. “This. Being here with you.” Xander moved a little, his legs twining with Spike’s. “I’ve been away from here for so long. Never had anyone I’ve been with for longer than a week. I kept telling myself that I didn’t need anyone, that I was fine on my own.” Xander’s breath caught in his throat.

Spike leaned in and cut Xander off with a long kiss. “It’s ok, pet.”

Xander shook his head. “No, I need to tell you this.”

Spike pressed his face against warm skin, breathing in Xander’s scent. “Alright then.”

“I became a loner out of necessity. Anya hurt me so bad when she left.” Xander sighed. “I didn’t want to have to worry about hurting like that ever again, you know?”

“Yeah, I know.”

Xander coughed and hugged Spike closer. “Then I come back here for Willow’s wedding and see you and that shield that I made, it just… crumbled.” Xander pulled Spike in for a desperate kiss. Tongues and teeth clashed as words were gasped out.

“Want you so bad…”

“Waited for you, I did…”

“So beautiful…”

“Mine, my love…”

The kiss finally ended and Xander pulled back, panting. “Spike, I can’t tell you what this means to me. Being here with you.”

Spike smiled. “Xan, I understand. I do.”

Spike captured Xander’s mouth once again and they lost themselves in the sensation. Cool hands moved across heated skin, teeth left trails across flesh.

Spike moved down Xander’s body, tasting and touching every piece of skin. Xander moaned and arched into his touch.

“Taste so sweet, Xan.” Spike’s tongue trailed under Xander’s arm and Xander squirmed.

“Stop!” Xander laughed and he rolled them so that he was lying on top of Spike. “You are bad.”

Spike’s eyebrow cocked and he grinned evilly. “Yeah, and?”

Xander laughed. “And… I love you.”

Spike’s eyes widened. “What?”

Xander stared down. “I love you, Spike.”

“Oh, Xan.” Spike rolled them again, kissing Xander deeply, drawing on his century of experience. “Oh, Xan,” he repeated. “I love you, too.”

Brown met blue and they were silent for a long moment, looking at each other in wonder. “Wow,” Xander murmured and Spike leaned down for a kiss.

Their lovemaking was sweet and slow. Spike mapped out every inch of Xander’s body before laying back and allowing Xander to reciprocate. Finally, Xander slicked himself and slid slowly into Spike cool channel, wondering at the tightness surrounding him.

Soft moans and grunts echoed through the basement and they fell asleep, still intimately connected.

The smell of coffee woke Xander and he stumbled out of bed. Spike was nowhere to be seen, so Xander quickly relieved himself and threw on some clothes, stumbling up the stairs to the kitchen.

Spike was sitting at the bar, alternately drinking from his mug of blood and a mug of hot chocolate. He smiled up at Xander and received a kiss in return.

“Today is the day, Xander!” Willow’s voice entered the room moments before she did. “We’re going to go pay for the cake and stuff!” She looked at him curiously. “You’re not dressed! We need to go! Get downstairs and shower and get dressed and we’ll be out of here by maybe ten at the latest, then we can…” Her words became less distinct as she hurried out of the room and back up the stairs.

Spike laughed and stood, stretching. “Well, pet. Seems you have another long day. Need me to scrub your back?”

Xander grinned and nodded. “Hell, yeah, Spike. Let’s go.”

Part Six

Two days before the wedding and Willow was a nervous wreck. Oblivious to the world around her, she wandered around the house, touching anything she passed, but not seeing the people. Spike and Xander sat together under a quilt on a couch, watching as she walked through the room.

Xander dropped his head back onto Spike’s shoulder and kissed his cheek. “So, do you think she’ll notice?”

Tara laughed from her position on the floor and reached down to grab her toes, stretching as she spoke. “Not likely. I tried to kiss her last night and she pushed me away, telling me that I was in the way. She was watching A Wedding Story.”

The pair on the couch laughed. Xander turned, moving to straddle Spike. “Wanna go downstairs, Spike?” He wiggled his eyebrows causing Spike to snort.

“Very subtle, pet.” Spike pressed a kiss to Xander’s throat before shoving the man off of his lap. Spike glanced down at Tara who was now twisting herself into an impossible position. “Try to keep her and the bit out of my room, yeah? We don’t need to be interrupted.”

Tara nodded and Spike turned, dragging Xander along behind him.

When they reached the bottom of the stairs, Xander tripped Spike and fell on top of him, grinding their hips together urgently. Their lips never separated, and Xander gasped as he struggled to breathe between kisses. They fumbled with their waistbands, but both stiffened before they could. Their climaxes came suddenly and they both groaned.

Xander sat up, his lips slightly swollen from the kisses, and looked down distastefully. “That’s not really what I had in mind.”

Spike laughed, slid out from between Xander’s legs and rose to his feet. He stripped as he crossed over to the bathroom, dropping his clothes on the floor. Xander leaned back on his elbows, watching through the open door as Spike cleaned himself. Spike threw a washcloth at him before digging through his drawers, finally coming up with a pair of red sleep pants. He tugged them on and collapsed on the couch, gesturing for Xander to join him.

Xander hopped across the room, tugging at his shoes and dropping his clothes beside Spike’s. A few quick swipes with the wet cloth, a trip into the closet, and he was lying across Spike’s chest, his bottom half encased in dark flannel.

Spike hummed and wrapped his arms around Xander, holding him close. He could feel Xander’s hot breath moving across his neck. “Hey Xan?”

Xander grunted, wriggling his hands under Spike’s body. “Hmm?” He closed his eyes and kissed Spike’s neck.

Spike purred. “Xan, do you know anything about consorts?”

Xander shook his head before lifting up slightly to look at Spike. “Not a lot. I remember Giles saying something about them a couple of times. Why?”

Spike shifted them so that he and Xander could lie face to face on their sides, their legs automatically curling around each other. He sighed. “Well, a consort is the chosen mate of a Master Vampire. Fledges and minions don’t have consorts, can’t have them. In fact,” he moved slightly, settling into his tale. “Most vampires can’t take a consort, they don’t have the control. See, a consort is always human.”

Xander watched as Spike continued, listening quietly.

“Most vamps will shag a human, but end up feeding from them when they’re done. So consorts are more than rare, they’re almost unheard of.” Spike hadn’t lost Xander’s attention yet, so he continued. “There’s a ritual. It binds the vampire and the human together, tying the human’s life to the demon. Keeps the human younger, longer. Most consorts are eventually turned, but they can live naturally for several hundred years before it becomes necessary.”

Xander’s eyes widened and his jaw dropped. After several attempts, he spoke. “Several hundred years?”

Spike nodded. “I was wondering, Xan. I mean...” Spike leaned his head forward, pressing it to Xander’s chest. “In the last couple of weeks, I’ve felt more than I have in the past century. I love my girls, but Bit is growing up and the witches are tying the knot… It’s been hard, watching as they move away from me.”

Xander rubbed his hands across Spike’s back, staying silent, allowing the other man to speak.

“Then I was sent to pick you up. You’re gorgeous, warm, funny and you love me.” Spike looked back up into Xander’s eyes. “I don’t want to ever be without you, Xander. Will you become my consort?”

Xander stared, his mouth open as he listened to Spike’s final words. “Y..your consort? You want me to be your consort?” His voice trembled with shock as he gaped at the man in his arms.

Spike flushed slightly and wiggled until he could sit up, standing and moving away from Xander. “Yeah, you’re right, bad idea, never mind.”

Strong arms caught him before he could reach the partition. “I didn’t say it was a bad idea, Spike.” Xander forced Spike to turn, to look at him.

His eyes bored into Spike’s as if seeking the truth there. “You want me? Forever?”

Spike nodded, meeting Xander’s gaze.

“Oh.” Xander stepped back, releasing Spike and looking up at the ceiling. After a deep breath he looked back down. “Nobody’s ever wanted just me, Spike.”

Spike closed the gap between them once more and kissed Xander softly. “Well. I do.”

Xander smiled. “Then yes. I’ll be your consort.”

Spike morphed into his true face and howled in triumph.

Upstairs Willow jumped and frowned down at the floor. She looked around for her fiancé, finding her on the carpet in the living room. “What’s Spike howling about? And where’s Xander?” She wandered off without waiting for the answers. “Xander?”

Tara rolled her eyes and laughed, moving once more into a different position, easing her own tension.

Xander waited until Spike’s howl petered out and pounced, latching his mouth against the demon’s. He intentionally split his tongue on a fang, allowing his blood to move freely into Spike’s mouth.

Strong arms wrapped around his waist and dragged him to the ground. They rolled, stopping only when they hit the couch. Spike dragged his hand down Xander’s side, tugging at his waistband, pushing it down. They kicked at their pants, finally freeing themselves and rolling to the middle of the floor once more.

Spike pulled away from Xander’s mouth and smiled down at him, allowing his demon to fade away. “I love you, Xander.”

Xander grinned. “Good thing, because it’d suck to be stuck with a consort you hated for a few hundred years!”

Spike turned suddenly, and Xander found himself face to face with Spike’s erect penis. Spike growled and Xander glanced down to see him glaring at him. “Well, suck it!” Spike demanded before engulfing Xander’s cock to the root.

Xander groaned and threw his head back. “Shit, Spike!” He quickly moved forward, leaning in to wrap his tongue around Spike’s cock, squeezing hard and sucking with all his might.

Spike rolled them so that Xander was laying on top, thrusting deeply into Spike’s mouth. Xander lifted his head, gasping for air before dropping back down. Spike wiggled beneath him and Xander rolled them to their sides so that he could lift Spike’s leg. He forced a dry digit into Spike’s hole.

Spike grunted and Xander grinned, moving further down his shaft. He allowed his teeth to scrape along the warming flesh, leaning red lines behind. He flicked his finger against Spike’s prostate gently, and then harder. Spike grunted again and Xander’s mouth was filled with salty fluid. He swallowed repeatedly, trying to catch it all and almost choked when he inhaled suddenly as Spike swallowed around him.

Spike rolled them so that his leaner body was atop Xander’s. He sucked Xander down until his nose was pressed into Xander’s balls. He suckled and teased before sliding a finger down to scrape a fingernail across Xander’s perineum.

Xander shuddered as he came, thrusting deeply into Spike’s mouth. He released the hold he still had on Spike’s soft cock and began panting against Spike’s hip. “Shit, Spike.”

Spike released him and grinned. “You already said that.”

Xander snorted. “Love you, demon mine.”

Spike turned, crawling up to sprawl across him. “Love you, too. Nap. We’ll call Angel later tonight.”

Xander fell asleep before he could remember to ask Spike why they needed to call his grandsire.

Part Seven

Xander woke up buried under the covers of Spike’s bed. He sat up and pushed them away, stretching as he looked around the room.

He heard Spike talking on the other side of the partition and peeked around to see Spike splayed out on the couch talking on the phone. “I know that, but does it really matter in this case?” A long silence was followed by, “Yes, sire.”

Xander stumbled toward where Spike’s tousled head lay. He pressed a kiss to said head and stumbled back toward the bathroom.

“I know that, but…” Spike dropped his head back to watch Xander, straightening at Angel’s next comment. “Sire,” He started, once again getting interrupted. “Damn it, Angel!”

Xander’s laughter filtered in from the bathroom, mingling with the sounds of the flushing toilet and running water. Spike reached for him when he once again appeared and he tumbled into Spike’s lap, stroking the soft skin of his abdomen.

“Alright, Angel. Yeah I… Yes! See you then, sire.” Spike hit the off button and tossed the phone on the table, wrapping himself securely around Xander.

“What’s up?” Xander asked.

Spike nuzzled into Xander’s neck and sighed. “He wants to see us. Says he has to look at something.”

Grunting, Xander shrugged. “Ok.”

He rolled over so that he was lying over Spike, face to face. He wiggled his hips and Spike laughed, capturing his mouth for an extended kiss. A quiet voice broke them apart. “Xander?”

Xander looked over his shoulder to find Willow standing at the end of the couch, watching as they struggled to untangle their limbs to sit up.

“Xander? What? I don’t…” Willow frowned at Xander, then Spike, before sitting down on the arm of the couch.

Xander smoothed back his hair and moved so that his thigh was pressed against Spike’s. Willow looked on in confusion as he threaded his fingers through Spike’s before looking up at her.

“How long?” she asked quietly.

“Soon as I picked him up, Red.”

“Tara and Dawn?”

“Yeah, Wills, they know.”

Both men flinched as Willow calmly stood before yelling, “They know? You’ve been together for almost two weeks and they know? Why didn’t you tell me?” She fell to the floor, her face hidden in her hands.

Spike stood and knelt next to her, running his hand down her spine, his voice low. “We didn’t hide it, pet. Snuggled together on the couch last week when you two were discussing what he’s to wear at the wedding, remember?”

Willow turned and wrapped her arms around Spike, her tears audible in her voice. “You… Yeah, I remember… I thought that you must be cold and since Dawn was at work…”

She laughed and sniffed loudly.

Glancing over at Xander, Spike indicated a box of tissues underneath the table. Pulling out a couple, Xander walked over and joined the hug, using the tissues to dab at Willow’s face. “We didn’t want to take any attention away from you and Tara. This is your wedding. Your day. Not ours. Ow!”

Spike glared at Willow and rubbed Xander’s arm where he had just been hit. Willow sat up and grabbed the tissues out of his hand, blowing her nose and glaring right back at Spike. “You told me that if you ever found your mate that I would be the first one to know. And you,” she continued, ignoring the guilty look on Spike’s face, turning her attention to Xander. “You know better. I might not be able to keep up with every Tom, Kris and Lisa that moves through your bed, but if you’re dating the man that I live with, I have the right to know!”

Laughter sounded from the stairwell, and the trio looked over to find Dawn and Tara sitting three steps up, sharing a drink. Willow pointed. “You two are in so much trouble.” The pair looked at each other, placed the glass carefully on the step below them and rose to their feet, clambering up the stairs.

Spike pulled Xander and Willow up, leading them over to the sofa and dragging them down, Willow pressed between the two men. “How serious is this?” she asked, playing with Xander’s fingers.

“Pretty serious, Red. I called Angel tonight and he’s coming up.”

Willow nodded and turned to bury her face into Spike’s neck. “But where will you live? What about Dawn?”

Spike and Xander looked at each other, their eyes suspiciously wet. Spike took a deep breath and spoke. “I don’t know. We’ve not talked about it. Xander just agreed tonight and we’ve not had a chance to discuss it.”

Xander ran his hands down Willow’s back, leaning close. “Like I said, NYU has an excellent fine arts program. Dawnie could go there and live with us.” Willow trembled as she began to cry once more. Xander shhed and stroked, looking at Spike, but receiving nothing in the way of help as Spike turned to look at a window.

“My firm has branches all over the U.S. Maybe once I get full partnership, we could move back here…”

Willow wailed and Spike pulled her close, closing his eyes and rocking her. Xander hung his head dejectedly and Spike reached out for him, pulling him close as well.

“We’ll figure it out, Red. I’m not gonna just walk out on you, Glinda and Bit, am I? We’ll talk about it, yeah? After the wedding. We have time. Lots of time.”

A long silence followed, all three pressed together, rocking gently. Footsteps made their way down the soft trail of the stairs and Tara’s voice called, “You guys ok?”

“Yeah, Glinda, come on down.” Spike shifted, making room beside him for Tara to sit.

Tara curled up behind Spike, reaching over his shoulder to card her fingers through Willow’s hair. “Willow, sweetheart,” she started, but Willow moved away from her, pulling herself to her feet and turning to sit on the coffee table.

“What am I suppose to say, Tara? They’re all going to leave! Spike isn’t going to let Dawn stay here without him and Xander still has two and a half years before he becomes a full partner at his firm.” She turned pleasing eyes on her soon to be wife. “They’re all going to leave us!”

Tara pushed Spike out of the way and sat in front of Willow, drawing her into her arms. “Willow, it will be ok. You’re going to graduate next semester. You know that I’ve gotten several offers for the Magic Box. We don’t have to stay here, we can go anywhere we like.”

Large green eyes, full of tears, pain and hope looked at the three on the couch. “Really? I never… I never thought…”

Tara smiled and tugged Willow back onto the couch, Spike and Xander wrapping long arms round them both. “We’ll work it out, Red. In the meantime…” He stood and stretched before reaching for Xander. “You interrupted us. Get out.”

Willow laughed and sniffed as Tara helped her to her feet. They leaned heavily on each other as they climbed the steps, their voices becoming muted as the door shut behind them.

Sitting back on the sofa, Xander positioned Spike between his legs, lying against his chest. He placed a soft kiss on Spike’s temple before mumbling, “I guess we have a lot to talk about, huh?”

Spike nodded and rolled burying his face in Xander’s neck. “Yeah, Xan, we do.”

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