Title: Dream versus Reality Author: Margie Rating: NC-17 (for the naughty sex parts) Pairing: X/S Spoilers: None really. Summary: Just had the urge to write a PWP entirely revolving around some X/S smut. Takes place sometime during the Hushed/Doomed era while Spike is tied up in Xan's basement. Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Joss owns it all damn him! Feedback: Yes please! margaritagomez1@msn.com Archive: If you want it just email me to tell me where it's going. It will eventually be on my own website when I get the chance to update (www.angelfire.com/indie/margarks/index.html) *** Xander woke slowly, his mind groggily supplying images of the fleeting dream he'd been having. Such a delicious dream too. He could still taste the cool salty flavor of his dream lover, his body shuddering in response. His eyes blinked open slowly, wondering what had awoken him. Hearing a creak and a groan he turned to his left, confronted with a vision of Spike tied to his old barca lounger. Xander's semi-erect penis twitched at the sight. Turning to his right he checked the alarm clock, only 4 AM, still plenty of time before he had to drag himself out of bed for work. What had awoken him? "Mmmmm. Yes, luv." Xander's head whipped around at the sound of Spike's breathy voice. "Just like that. Take…fuck! Take me in your mouth." The last sentence was accompanied with a slight swivel of the vampire's hips. Xander let out a quiet groan at the immediate response his body had to Spike's quiet command. The vampire must be dreaming, he decided. He could see the hard bulge of Spike's cock straining against his too tight jeans. Who was he dreaming about? Drusilla? "Suck it." Spike demanded. Without conscious thought, Xander reached out and gently caressed the bulge he'd been admiring earlier. The response he got nearly had him cumming in his own sleep wrinkled boxers. At the first tentative touch to his crotch, Spike groaned deep and low and thrust forward trying to prolong the contact. Xander's hand shot back immediately, his eyes searching for any sign that Spike had woken. When he decided it was safe to conclude Spike was still sleeping, Xander spent a long moment studying the pale creature. His dark brows and lashes were a direct contrast to his pale skin. Xander traced the outline of the scar bisecting Spike's left brow with his eyes. He wondered how the vamp had gotten it, obviously having been done before his turning since it was a permanent addition to his chiseled features. Xander's eyes followed a path down to Spike's cheekbones, admiring their high curve. He continued his perusal to the smooth column of Spike's neck and then down to the taut muscles his t-shirt hugged tight. Xander's own fingers itched to follow the path his eyes had just roamed. Tentatively his fingers inched forward, brushing lightly across Spike's cotton covered chest. "Yes!" Spike hissed out, tossing his head in sleep and thrusting his chest out toward Xander's questing fingers. "My nipples are so hard, luv. They ache. Touch me." Spike begged his dream date. Unable to resist Xander slowly lifted Spike's t-shirt, making sure to watch for any sign of Spike's lucidity. When Spike's chest was freed for Xander's inspection, he saw that the vampire was indeed already aroused, his nipples jutting out in hard points. Brushing his thumb over a nub, he drew in a sharp breath at Spike's reaction. The bleached blonde cried out, straining at his bonds to reach the source of his pleasure. As Xander's own arousal grew to massive proportions, he spared a fleeting thought for his girlfriend. What would Anya say if she walked in now? Seeing him here, achingly hard for a vampire? A male vampire? An extremely hot and sexy male vampire? Hell. She'd probably ask if she could join them. "Oh, luv. Lick it, luv, please. Take it in your hot, wet mouth." Spike chanted softly, arching his back toward Xander. Xander thought of his dream. Of the imagined taste of the bleached vamp currently begging for his touch. Or at least the touch of his own imaginary dream lover. He leaned forward and slowly laved one firm tip with his tongue his cock twitching at the sighs escaping Spike's parted lips. "Mmmm." Spike's whole body shuddered at the sensations. "I want to touch you, Xan. Please, let me touch you." When Spike's words penetrated the lustful haze surrounding Xander's mind he reared back. Spike's nipple escaped Xander's lips with an audible pop. He stared at the bleached wonder for a minute, but the vamp still looked asleep. There was no indication that Spike was doing anything other than dreaming. So had he imagined it? Had Spike actually called out *his* name? Was Spike dreaming of him? Xander? The Zeppo? Of wanting to touch *him*? "Feel me, pet. So hard for you, Xander. Aching. Need you, luv." Spike continued his litany of pleas. Oh my god! Spike was dreaming of him. Of wanting him. Of aching for him! Xander could feel the wetness in his boxers increase, the thought of the Big Bad secretly wanting him made Xander's whole body ache with lust. Was it only a subconscious desire, or did Spike want him while he was awake as well? Xander untied each of Spike's wrists and then got down on his knees to untie the vampire's ankles. When that was done he checked to see if Spike was still asleep. Satisfied that the blonde had not yet woken, Xander realized he was in prime position for something he'd been dreaming about for the past several months, maybe years. Snapping the button on Spike's jeans was not easy, the waistband snug against his cool skin. Though once done, opening the zip was effortless. Xander gasped slightly when Spike's cock fell out of the now open jeans, unaware that the vampire almost always went commando. He caught Spike's penis in one hand, the feel of the cool silky skin sending shivers up his spine. The tip was wet and still leaking causing Xander's mouth to salivate. He leaned forward and took just a taste, licking at the slit with one quick jab of his tongue. By now Xander was too far gone into the fantasy to worry about Spike's state of mind. So when the vampire groaned and thrust forward all Xander did was accommodate him by taking him further into his mouth. And when Spike's fingers rushed through his hair to grasp his head, Xander followed their instructions moving forward and back at the vampire's own pace. "Oh, fuck!" Spike's eyes popped open, unable to continue the charade any longer. "So hot, so tight, luv." He didn't believe the boy had actually done it. He'd been dreaming about the whelp for weeks, months. And to see him now, down on his knees, his mouth wrapped around Spike's hard cock was almost too much. Xander hummed in response to Spike's words, causing the vampire to moan and arch into the sensation. "Xan, luv, I'm cumming." Spike tried to warn him, his hands released Xander's hair. He groaned at the loss of Xander's hot mouth, when the boy sat up. "I know. Wanna taste you. Been dreaming about it." And then Xander was back on his cock, sucking his cheeks into deep hollows. Spike exploded, his jism shooting down Xander's throat at a rapid pace. He couldn't help thrusting as far down Xander's throat as possible, hoping that he wasn't choking the boy. But Xander didn't seem to mind. Spent, Spike glanced down to see Xander licking his lips, his smile satisfied and wonderingly content. With a growl he leapt from the lounger and tackled the boy, throwing them both on the sorry excuse for a bed that Xander slept in. But at the moment Spike could care less where they were, or what bed they were in, as long as they were both naked. He quickly stripped off Xander's boxers, happy to see the mortal still hard for him. Spike pushed out of his own clothes, until they were able to lay together, skin to skin. He grasped Xander's cock with one hand, slowly jacking the boy up and down, until Xander groaned and closed his eyes. Spike stopped at the base and squeezed, not wanting Xander to come too quickly. He leaned forward and pressed their lips together. Spike's own cock was swiftly rising again. The taste and feel of the boy making him harder than he'd been the first time. Spike opened his mouth and sucked in Xander's bottom lip, chewing on it gently. When he felt Xander's tongue lick his top lip tentatively, he opened his mouth even further and allowed Xander's tongue entry. They kissed for what felt like forever, their hips grinding together subconsciously. Xander couldn't believe how good it felt to have another man's cock rubbing up against his own. He wanted more. More kissing, more rubbing, more...everything. His hands shot out to traverse Spike's smooth back, moving lower until they were cupping the vampire's firm buttocks. When Xander's fingers found the crack in Spike's ass, the vampire broke their frantic kiss. Spike was breathing heavily, something that fascinated Xander. "Do you have any lube, luv?" "Huh?" "You know, slick? Lotion? Anything?" Spike was going to scream if the boy didn't have anything useable. "Oh, uhm...There's hand lotion in the bathroom." "Be right back, Xan." Spike gave him a quick peck before leaping off the bed and running toward the tiny restroom. When he returned he was carrying the small bottle of lotion Anya kept around. "Have you ever...?" Spike's voice trailed off. Xander only shook his head. He'd never been with another man before. Heck he'd only been with 3 different women his whole life. He was quickly turning a bright shade of red, when Spike plunked back down on the bed beside him. Spike ran his fingers through Xander's hair in an attempt to soothe him. "Don't worry, Xanpet. It'll be so good. You'll see. I'll show you everything, luv." Xander swallowed hard, but kept his eyes firmly focused on Spike's face. The Big Bad was trying to comfort him? This was more of a revelation than Spike wanting to jump his bones. Was he still dreaming? In a daze he followed Spike's instructions, slicking his hand with a fair amount of lotion before allowing his fingers to find Spike's puckered opening. Pushing forward the first finger entered smoothly up to his large knuckle. "Don't stop Xan!" Spike moaned, bearing down on the finger entering his body. "Push through, won't hurt, luv. Promise." So Xander did, pushing through until his entire finger was in Spike's cool passage. "Wiggle it a bit, luv. Move it around." Spike practically begged, his ass swiveling in invitation. Xander did as he bade, his finger circling in its confines, until he felt a small nub. Curious he pushed against it, his nail scraping across its surface. Spike screamed and arched, "Yes! Xan, fuck!" He continued for awhile, stretching the opening only slightly, rubbing up against Spike's pleasure center. "Add another, pet." So Xander added a second finger, wanting to do whatever necessary to bring them both off. He scissored his fingers, opening Spike even further. Until finally he was able to add a third finger. Spike was squirming and begging. Their kisses were becoming more and more heated. Their tongues fighting for dominance, while Xander opened Spike's body enough to allow his cock entry into the tight hole. Finally, Xander replaced his fingers with his dick. His cock head rubbing up and down Spike's crack, until the vampire was begging for him. Xander wished he could see Spike's face, now that they were about to actually do the deed, Spike had flipped over onto his stomach, and it made him nervous not being able to see his lover's reactions. "What's the matter, Xan?" Spike wanted nothing more for Xander to plunge into him, but he could tell the boy was reticent. "Can't we do this face to face? I want to be able to see you." Xander asked. "Do you, luv?" Spike asked, surprised. He'd purposely taken this position because he didn't think Xander had wanted to see him. He thought the boy had been swept up with lust, and would not want a reminder of who he was actually with. Spike turned onto his back, lifting his legs until they were hooked over Xander's shoulders. "Okay, Xan." This time, Xander placed his cock head at Spike's entrance and pushed. They both groaned at the first breach. He pushed forward slowly, an inch at a time, not wanting to hurt Spike. When he was finally balls deep in the vampire, he stopped to savor the moment. Spike's channel was tight, tighter than anything he'd ever experienced before. And the look on Spike's face, of desire, of want, made Xander's cock jump in its sheath. Xander pulled out slowly, plunging himself back in as deep as possible. He experimented with different angles, trying to find just the right one. When Spike cried out, his eyes squeezed shut, Xander knew he'd found it. Xander tried for a sedate rhythm but the sensations were too much, and he found himself thrusting fast and hard. His hands were clasped to Spike's hips as he pistoned himself into the vampire. Spike's hands were on his cock, rubbing the firm flesh mercilessly. When Xander felt his orgasm rising, he pushed Spike's hands away, and grasped the stiff penis himself. "Do you like this Spike? Is this what you were dreaming about?" Xander asked, almost breathless. "You want to cum? Want me to make you cum?" "Xaaaan!" Spike hissed out. The fingers kneading his balls and rubbing his cock were too much; he could feel his body tighten as his cum shot forward and out, covering them both with the salty liquid. Xander's own orgasm reached its peak when Spike's body began to convulse and tighten around him. He thrust once, twice, thrice before he too was cumming hard. "Fuck, Spike!" They collapsed together, catching their breath. After awhile, they untangled themselves, only to snuggle closer on the bed. "Need to clean up, pet." Spike stated sleepily. "Yeah." Xander responded. Neither of them moved. "This is better." Xander said lazily. "Better than what?" Spike replied. "Better than dreams." Xander answered. Spike nodded his ascent.