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Pairing: S/X
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Spike peeks at Xander's dreams.
Archive: Want, take, have.
Disclaimers: I don't own them. If I did, they'd have been doing this a long time ago.






Sweet Dreams


by
CJ





Spike stood over him, watching as he slept. It was apparent that his dreams were good. The smile on his face told that story. For weeks, Spike had been coming here in the middle of the night, watching. Tonight he intended to do more than just watch.

Taking a long, and somewhat slimey, length of cord from his pocket, Spike attached one end to his own forehead, and the other to Xander's. Now, Xan, show me what you dream.

Xander squirmed a little as the cold cord was placed on his head, but couldn't awaken. He was deeply into his dream. He hid there when the outside world became too much.

The first thing Spike saw was fog. Thick, roiling, fog. Slowly, as he walked the dreamscape, the fog lifted a little. He could make out shapes, two shapes wrapped around each other.

The nearer he came, the clearer the shapes became. He could make out dark chesnut hair, a little too long. He was almost near enough to make out the whispers, but not quite. He looked down, noticing for the first time that the figures were wearing no clothes.

The second figure, the one covered by the dark haired beauty, moaned, throwing his head back. It was then that he noticed the whiteness of his hair, how pale the skin was. And the sounds clicked into place.

"Spike. God, I love you, Spike." Xander's voice, floating on the night air like silk against his skin. Spike stopped, not believing what he was watching. The dream could have been his, had been his many nights.

Backing away, Spike left the dream, planning.

Removing the length of cord from his head, then Xanders Spike left the bedroom. He made his way into the kitchen, sitting at the bar, and waited for dawn.

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The alarm blared. Shrill in the still air. Xander's arm inched out from underneath the coverlet, slapping at the table until he hit clock, shutting it up. He stumbled out of bed, rubbing his hands over his face. He was glad it was the weekend, it meant there was no work, but he'd promised to spend the day going over the old cemetary, looking for new access tunnels.

Standing, he made his way from the room, stumbling into the kitchen and turning on the coffee maker. He turned, ready for a shower. Then he stopped. "Spike, what are you doing here?"

"Just out for a midnight stroll, thought I'd drop in."

"And, what? Decided to stay? Spike, it's 8:30 in the morning. That's a little long for a midnight stroll, don't ya think?"

"Well, see, heard a little tale last night."

"Went something like, Spike, I love you. Put me poor dead heart right to beatin it did."

Oh, God. He heard me? How did he hear me?"What are you talking about? Still dreaming of Buffy?"

"Nah, got brunettes on the brain now." Spike stood, making his way over to Xander. He moved in, barely brushing his hand across the brunette's shoulder, and reached behind him to the sink.

Xander's breath caught, his eyes closing, as he leaned into Spike, smelling the mixture of stale cigarettes and old leather. "Ahh."

"What was that, Pet? Want something?"

Spike smiled down at Xander, eyes burning as he took in the flushed skin, drowsy eyes, and barely parted lips.

What the hell, just go for it. Xander followed his own advice, grabbing Spike's waist, pulling the vampire against him. "Yeah, I want something." He barely got the words out before latching his mouth onto Spikes.

Pulling back, Xander locked eyes with Spike. "I want it, wanted it for so long."

"What ya want, Pet? Tell me."

"I want you, fuck me. Please?" Xander begged, unashamed as his desire crashed over him.

"All ya had to do was ask."

"I'm asking now. Here." Xander reached behind him, grabbing hold of the jar of dish soap. "This is all I have, will it work?"

"Oh yeah, that'll work." Spike tried to swallow past the lump in his throat. He'd wanted this so long, and now that he was getting it, he was nervous. Imagine that. Me, master vampire, nervous cause this nummy little human wants me.

Spike slid his hands down Xander's body, catching the boxers with his thumbs, dragging them down as he knelt at Xander's feet.

"Oh, God Spike." Xander wound his fingers into Spike's hair, needing contact, and threw his head back against the overhead cabinets.

Spike took Xander's achingly hard cock into his mouth, dragging his teeth over the head. He took it slowly, pulling it in like a baby with a bottle, lightly nibbling his way downward. Retracing his path back up Xander's strong, muscled legs, he cupped one hand around the other man's balls, the other circling around to squeeze his hard, rounded ass.

Gripping Spike's hair tighter, Xander pulled the vampire back up to stand before him. He leaned forward, thrusting his tongue into that cool mouth his cock had been in only seconds before. "I don't want it to finish like that. I want to come with you in me."

Turning, Xander bent, leaning over the sink. His ass pushed out, making contact with Spike's cock, sending shudders through the vampire's body.

Spike poured some of the dishsoap on his hands, rubbing them together, and gently parted the human's asscheeks.

Slowly inserting one finger, Spike could feel, as much as hear, the humming moans vibrating through Xander's body. "You've done this before, haven't you?"

"Couple of times. Once with a guy, Larry, in school. And once Anya had a toy."

"Good, that'll make it a little easier."

Knowing now that Xander wasn't completely new to this, Spike skipped the second finger, and moved on to three. As the two fingers made their way in beside the first, Xander let out a low keening sound.

"Too much?" Spike looked up, worried. He didn't want to hurt the human, not in any bad ways anyway.

"Not enough."

Spreading his fingers out, Spike loosened the opening. He stopped once, to add more soap, rubbing it along his own erection at the same time. "You ready?"

"God, yes."

Spike stood, taking Xander by the hips, and ran his cock along the crevice of Xander's ass, pressing in to get a little friction.

Stepping back slightly, Spike took himself in hand, lining up with the opening. Slowly, achingly slowly, he pressed in, feeling the ring of muscles open for him.

Xander moaned, long and loud. It was better than he'd ever imagined. He looked back over his shoulder. Spike's eyes were closed, his hands gripping hard enough to bruise. Xander could tell he was barely holding on to his control. Smiling, the brunette reached above his head, grabbing hold of the cabinets for support, and lifted his feet off the floor.

Spike's eyes popped open, surprised to feel the feet digging into his ass. He smiled down at Xander, seeing the boy smile back. "You got an idea?"

"Oh yeah." Xander smiled wider before clenching the muscles in his legs,pulling the vampire inside him.

Spike threw his head back, eyes closing as he felt all that heat clinging to him. It took a minute to regain his control. He looked back down at Xander, leaning on the sink, eyes closed while he moaned in pleasure.

"S-sp-spike, turn me over." Xander looked up at Spike, lust making his eyes coal-black.

Spike complied, withdrawing and flipping the human over onto his back, then slamming back in. "Ahhh yes."

"Oh God, Spike. That's so much better."

Spike could see the pleasure on Xander's face, causing him to lose his grip on his control. Over and over again he thrust in. Back and forth.

Xander begged for more, his breath stopping as his eyes popped open. His mouth opened in a silent scream as he tumbled over the precipice, his orgasm racing through his body.

"Now, Spike. Harder."

"Oh, God, yes, Xander." Spike's eyes screwed closed, his nails digging into the counter top beside Xander's head, as his hips pistoned in and out of the human's ass. He let go and roared as he shot his seed deep inside Xander.

Spike collapsed on top of Xander, not even able to keep up the pretense of breathing. He felt Xander's arms wrap tightly around his body, easing them down to the floor.

Neither man saw as the dark haired stranger slowly backed away, leaving them alone in the fog.





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