This kiss was more active. Spike’s mouth suckled at his lips, his cool pink tongue teasing them, playing with them, licking them, but not yet demanding entry. Spike’s hands wound themselves around Xander’s back, pulling the brunette against his hard body. Xander’s hands eventually caught up with his brain, and he pressed one hand to the side of Spike’s face, fingers slightly embedded in the fine blonde hairs on the back of the vampire’s head. His other hand held tight to Spike’s bicep, his fingers clutching as though for dear life as he drowned hopelessly in the kiss.
Spike’s mind was racing. He’d never felt anything like kissing this young human. The lips were warm, soft, and gentle. Xander was nervous, Spike could tell, but he was genuinely enjoying the kiss. The fire that generated on Spike’s skin anywhere he touched Xander sent tingles through his entire body. Spike slid his hands up under the back of Xander’s shirt, trying to touch every available inch of that hot, smooth skin.
Xander was breathing brokenly through his nose. At least he had enough sense to do that. He didn’t want to break this kiss. Then Spike’s cool hands started roaming over the bare skin of his back, and Xander pressed as close as he could to Spike’s lean body, needing the contact. When the top of his thigh encountered a large bulge in the front of Spike’s jeans, Xander let out a tiny whimper and clutched at Spike’s bicep even tighter. Spike let out a groan at the pressure, his fingers digging into the taut skin of Xander’s hot back. He didn’t even have his tongue in the human’s mouth, yet! Yet.
Spike’s tongue grew more insistent. Xander didn’t hesitate before he allowed it entry and let his own tongue dance with it. Xander whimpered again as Spike pressed him back against the wall, his hands roaming around to the front of the mortal’s torso, skimming along the hard pectorals and abdominal muscles.
Spike broke the kiss first. Only, he didn’t really break it. He removed his mouth from Xander’s, only to trail cool, wet, open-mouthed kisses along the dark-haired man’s jaw, to his smooth column of neck. Spike began sucking on the smooth skin of Xander’s throat, and Xander threw his head back in abandon. He’d never felt anything like Spike sucking his neck. Somewhere in the back of Xander’s mind, the little man with the wailing sirens and flashing lights that screamed “vampire” was taking a cigarette break, because Xander had no doubts about this act being perfect. Xander let out a moan, which Spike immediately silenced by darting his tongue back into Xander’s mouth and continuing the kiss. But it was too late. She’d heard the whimpers, and the moan, and the heavy panting from both men.
“Hey!” Dawn cried from the living room. “Dammit! I wanna see! If you guys are going to make out in my house, at least let me watch!” she whined. Spike and Xander froze, pulling apart slowly. Coherent thought was a few more seconds away, but they stared into each other’s eyes for a moment. “Did you hear me?” Dawn cried out, ending the moment. Spike smiled a little, still looking a little dazed. Xander stared dumbly at him.
“Wow,” Xander finally muttered.
“Bloody hell,” Spike agreed.
“Yeah,” Xander said quietly, looking into Spike’s eyes again.
“We should give Dawn a present or something,” Spike said after another moment and a gentle nip at Xander’s swollen lips.
“Yeah. Flowers. Or candy. Or a card,” Xander breathed, leaning in for another chaste kiss.
“Maybe something bigger,” Spike said, gentle kisses punctuating each word.
Xander sighed, finally catching his breath. He leaned forward and kissed Spike again, then pulled back. “Maybe we should buy her an island.”
“Yeah,” Spike said, kissing Xander again.
“Guys!!” Dawn whined from the living room, frustrated beyond belief.
Spike let out a broken, breathless laugh, and Xander sighed.
“Think we should go back in there?” Spike asked Xander, kissing him once more.
“Yeah. She’ll tell Buffy we were horrible nurses and Buffy will beat us up.” Xander touched his lips to Spike’s again.
“Right.” Spike leaned in and kissed Xander fully on the mouth one final time, his tongue slipping between Xander’s well-kissed lips and dancing with his for a moment before finally pulling back and taking Xander’s warm hand in his, entwining their fingers. Then he took a few steps back, pulling Xander away from the wall, and the two men walked into the living room hand-in-hand. Dawn greeted them with a huge, self-satisfied smile.
“I’m amazing,” she sighed proudly.
*~*~*
“Triple word score!!” Dawn said proudly, quickly adding her points to the list. “That means I win!”
“Yeah, yeah,” Spike and Xander sighed, uncomfortable.
“So?” She prompted.
Spike rolled his eyes and pulled off his socks, one at a time. Then he pulled his undershirt over his head, leaving him in faded blue jeans. Xander drank in the sight for a moment before removing his own socks, his T-shirt, and glaring at Dawn, who was currently wearing sweat pants and a sports bra.
“Why are we playing Strip Scrabble again?” Xander said. “This is a drunken college party game. And it’s not even right! It’s supposed to be poker.”
“I’m no good at poker,” Dawn reminded them with a yawn.
“You’re exhausted, luv. You were up at the crack of bloody dawn,” Spike told the dark-haired girl. Dawn sent him a withering glare at the badly placed pun.
“We’re going to finish this game,” she insisted. The weekend was almost over. Buffy, Willow, Tara, and Anya would be arriving in a couple of hours, and then Xander would go home, and she didn’t know what would happen with Spike. The night before, Xander and Dawn had stayed at the house, Xander sleeping on the couch, while Spike had gone out to patrol a little. He’d come back and curled up on the couch with Xander just before the sun rose, and Dawn had called for a glass of water. Spike had groaned and nudged Xander awake, who’d unknowingly snuggled back into the vampire’s cool form, rubbing the hard bulge in Spike’s jeans right into the groove of his warm buttocks. Spike hadn’t wanted to move, but Dawn had called again, and Spike nudged Xander again. As the young man returned to consciousness, he felt the bulge pressed up against his ass and stood up quickly, doing his best not to develop his own bulge. Then he’d gone up, without a word to the vampire, and gotten Dawn her water.
Xander had been awake for the rest of the day. He’d done a few things around the house, like fix the leaky faucet in the bathroom, and fix a few squeaking hinges, but he hadn’t gone back to sleep with the vampire. He’d been too nervous about the feelings he was developing for him. It was all moving entirely too fast. Yet, at the same time, it wasn’t moving fast enough.
“Why? I mean, I’m gay. Spike and I are…we’re…”
“A couple?” Dawn tried.
“We’re something. Something that doesn’t get turned on by twenty-year old girls…who we think of as a sister,” Spike added.
“So?” Dawn prompted.
“So, why are we playing a game to get naked?”
“Because,” Dawn grinned. “I like seeing you guys squirm.”
Xander and Spike shot her a glare. Dawn said nothing, but kept her proud smile plastered to her face.
“You suck,” Xander told her.
“Xander and I should leave. Go to another room,” Spike suggested.
“That so?” Dawn asked, raising an eyebrow and placing down the letters k-e-r to spell out “wanker” on the Scrabble board. Spike smirked, and cast a sideways glance at Xander.
“I agree,” Xander said, suddenly standing. Spike stood up with him.
“What about me?” Dawn asked innocently. “What will I do while you guys are getting it on in the other room?”
Wordlessly, Xander picked up a magazine and tossed it into her lap. She giggled as the two men quickly left the room and headed to the kitchen, where Xander found himself pressed up against the wall, his tonsils being leisurely explored by Spike’s tongue, while cool hands roamed over his back.
Xander ran his hands over Spike’s cool chest, finally getting to touch every inch of Spike’s torso. His hands, of their own accord, dug into the waistband of Spike’s jeans, and his fingers gently kneaded the vampire’s taut buttocks. Spike pressed his hips forward, showing Xander just how much he liked that. Xander smiled into Spike’s mouth, and sighed as Spike moved to kiss his neck again.
“God, Xan. I love your neck,” Spike said between cool kisses. He trailed his mouth to Xander’s collar bone.
“Spike,” Xander sighed, his mind spinning helplessly. Suddenly Spike’s cool mouth was around Xander’s nipple, his tongue flicking it easily to attention, and Xander hissed. Spike grazed his teeth over the pert nipple gently, and Xander’s hands scrambled for purchase on the vampire’s hard back. Spike’s mouth moved back to Xander’s, and Xander insistently pushed his tongue into the cool mouth, needing to taste the other man.
Spike moaned happily, grinding his hips against Xander’s, and Xander whimpered, feeling the bulge in his jeans harden with a mind of its own.
“Whoa,” said a voice from the doorway. Spike and Xander jumped back from each other, staring guiltily at the form staring in at them.
“Um. Hi, Buffy,” Xander finally said after a moment, his voice cracking.
“Oh no,” she said, backing up a few steps, a sly grin on her face. “Don’t stop on account of me. I’ll just be going into the living room, now, with Willow and Tara, and we’re going to talk to Dawn and see how this started. You guys just keep on kissing.”
She stepped back into the living room, and the men could hear Dawn giggling from inside. They looked at each other for a moment, seriously debating whether or not they should join the girls in the living room. After one more kiss, much less passionate, but no less intoxicating than the others, they finally accepted their fate and headed into the living room.
Tara eyed them appraisingly, then held her hand out to Willow. Willow sighed in defeat, and pulled a five-dollar bill out of her purse and handed it to her lover.
Xander stared at them in confusion. “What are you doing?” he asked them.
“We had a bet. I won,” Tara said proudly.
“Yeah, only cuz you read Tarot cards,” Willow grumbled.
“I just had faith in Dawnie,” Tara said, grinning smugly. Willow pouted.
“You had a bet?” Spike asked.
“Yeah. Tara bet Willow that Dawn would have you two half-naked and groping each other by the time we got back. Willow figured it’d take you at least another week,” Buffy supplied. Spike and Xander stared at the group of girls in shock as they burst into giggles.
“You are all evil,” Xander said, blushing furiously. A mischievous smile suddenly spread across Spike’s face.
“Well, pet. They want a show. What say we give ‘em one?” Spike said, raising an eyebrow at Xander. Xander stared at him for a moment, and the second their eyes locked, the two embraced in yet another passion-filled kiss. The girls began to cheer. When they realized the kiss would be going on for quite some time yet, and that Xander and Spike no longer realized they were in the room, Buffy picked up a grinning Dawn, and the four women headed upstairs to their bedrooms.
