Third part in the Five Gold Rings series:

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Collective Experience

by
Rngrdead

Part Six

Spike woke mid afternoon, wrote for a time and answered Emails. There was no avoiding it. He was going to have to go to the club with Xander, but had no intention of ‘playing ball’!

Xander returned home a little early from work, more than a mite relieved to remove the plug and give his over stimulated prostate a bit of rest. It was not to be for long however. He turned from washing the plug and looking into the bathroom mirror, to see his highly aroused partner.

Spike who had been staring at his partner’s slightly pink behind, was now looking at a painfully hard erection and realized that Xander had had the foresight to wear a restraint to work ‘just in case.’

“Need me to take care of that for you luv?”

Xander simply closed his eyes and let out a pitiful sigh, “Please!”

Spike stepped forward and pressed his chest against Xander’s, dropped his hand and flicked off the leather cockring. As Xander’s head fell back his partner dropped to his knees and engulfed the painfully hard erection in the coolness of his mouth. He tickled and laved for a few seconds then reached up, squeezed the sac and sucked as hard as he could. Xander came virtually instantly, roaring Spike’s name he let his legs give way until he was in a kneeling hug with his partner.

Several minutes later Spike turned his partner and lubed himself almost in the one swift action. Then in a low seductive purr said “Lean over for me pet, wanna be inside you… now.” Xander complied without a sound.

The muscles were still loose from a day of being stretched and Spike slid in to the hilt in one stroke then set up a steady rhythm. Xander sighed at the feeling of a ‘real’ organ thrusting into him and arched as Spike began to rub his prostate on each pass. Finally he felt the pace increase and stokes become erratic as Spike panted into his own climax, filling his partner with jets of cool seed.

He slid out easily, but stilled Xander as the man went to rise. “Stay there pet, I’ll clean you up.”

Spike leaned down and laved the, now cherry red, rear entrance with a cool tongue. This time the noise from his partner was a hearty groan of thanks as he felt the cool vampire saliva begin to salve and heal the area.

As soon as he was satisfied that his ministrations were adequate, Spike helped his friend to his feet. Slapping the man lightly on the backside on his way out of the bathroom, he reminded Xander that they were heading for the racket club in just under an hour.

Xander showered and dressed in loose shorts, a Sacramento KingsTM Tshirt (circa 2005) and a suspiciously new looking pair of Nike’sTM. Spike for his part had borrowed some oversized sweat pants and a dark blue T-shirt of Xander’s, insisting that “My idea of *Hell* Harris is to be caught in a pair of bloody sports shoes!” He pouted and claimed that if he was expected to participate at all, it would be in his docs or bare feet.

Xander gave in, but was careful to include extra boxers and a towel for Spike… visions of a nice steamy sauna finding his nether regions twitching again, despite their very recent activity.

He stood at the door of the apartment reading seven forty five on the hall clock and finally called out, “C’mon Spike!”

“I look ridiculous!”

“You look like you’re going to the gym!... Well, except for the docs but…”

“I look like your young vagrant cousin, or some cheap-side trick!”

“You look like my adorable, blonde lover who’s coming to hang out at a racket club! Now come on, and get in the car!”

Xander didn’t quite hear the litany of insults that came his way but managed to catch snippets of “Bugger….”, “Friggin poncy games”, then finally, as they approached the car, a genuine pouty whine, “These pants ‘ll fall down if I run!”

Xander was beyond frustration, “I promise, jeans boy, I’ll help you to tie a bow when we get there! Now get in!”

“Git!”

“Pouty man!”

“Ponce!”

“Scaredy Vamp!”

“What?”

“You heard me! I figure you’ve never played the great American game!”

“Well… No! Of course I bloody haven’t!”

Xander finally realized the problem and took a more conciliatory tone, “Look, don’t worry about all that. C’mon sweetheart just get in, *please*?” The final statement was accompanied by a pleading look worthy of a very lonely puppy.


“Oh bloody hell!” With that Spike opened the door of the car and attempted his very best sulky slump into the front seat.

Xander chose to ignore the theatrics and simply drove them to the club.

They spotted Andy as they wandered into the foyer of the club. He was standing with three other men, all of whom Spike thought he remembered from the party. Xander was greeted enthusiastically. They were dressed like Xander in expensively understated sports wear. Spike was obviously the only ring-in, and very obviously, the only non ‘gym’ goer. He hung back, looking distinctly uncomfortable.

Andy leaned around Xander and offered a handshake to Spike with a friendly “Hey there William, good to see you decided to join us. From what Xan’s told us you’re a bit of an athlete, what do you usually play?”

“Um, don’t really, used to play cricket and a bit of rugby at school. Guess you could say I stick to martial arts these days.” Spike shook the outstretched hand and looked up at Andy’s smiling face. The man was genuine in his friendliness, though Spike spotted the large brunette (apparently called Jarred) flashing a knowing look to the man he was standing next to, and snorting. Vampire hearing picked up the muttered ‘Cricket! Wonder it’s not chess. Let the gay games begin, it’s Xan’s faggot friend.’ Spike’s eye’s flashed gold for a second but he let the comment go for Xander’s sake. Oh, this *was* going to be a ‘fun’ night.

The group waited a few more minutes chatting idly. Finally a tall redhead and rather portly balding man, joined the group with plenty of hand shakes, back slapping and exchange enthusiastic expressions. Spike was polite, but Xander noted his distinct quietness and the shift from foot to foot of someone under stress.

The group finally moved toward the basketball hall laughing and joking with each other about their previous games and exploits on the court. Spike was halted at the door by one of the racket club employees.

“I’m sorry sir, but you will have to remove your black soles before you enter the court.”

Spike in his stressed state heard ‘black soul’ and he stood dumbfounded for a few seconds.

The official looked down at Spike’s boots, “Your shoes, sir, can you please take off or change your shoes?”

“Oh, um… sure, beg pardon.” Spike quickly knelt down and loosened the laces then removed the offending items. Docs in hand, he pushed through the door to stand just inside the large room.

It was a double court with extremely high roof and various markings on the well polished, sprung floor. An indoor running track circled the top of the area near the ceiling, obviously accessed from a second story gym. Large windows in the right wall revealed a swimming pool on the other side of the glass, while those at the end opened onto what was obviously, a large number of well lit tennis courts.

Xander was waving him over to the group. He reluctantly placed his boots against the wall near Xander’s bag and walked rather slowly toward his partner.

“Hey S..Will, the guys have decided that we’ll play four on three if that’s OK with you, ‘cause you know, if you haven’t played before…”

“Right. So whose team am I on?”

Andy piped up, “Mine of course,” and grinned widely at his barefooted teammate.

Spike was then treated to a hand thrust at him from the right for an enthusiastic shake, it was the tubby latecomer, “And mine – hey there, I’m Mike.”

Spike shook hands and nodded his acknowledgement, “Mike.”

“And Xan makes our four,” continued Andy.

Jarred interrupted the team meeting with “And we are *so* gonna kick your arses! C’mon Harris let’s see what you got.” With that the game began.

Xander was conscious that Spike was withholding his vampire abilities as far as speed went, knowing that his partner could have easily covered the length of the court in the blink of an eye, or jumped to stand *on top* of the backboard. Nevertheless Spike was still swift of foot and often in a free position, the main trouble was that he really had never bounced a basketball, ‘shot hoops’ or learned the rules, so whenever the ball was passed to him, he simply threw it to one of his other team mates.

Jarred and his two compatriots soon picked up on the pattern, and what should have been a friendly affair, became one of Jarred and his team targeting the vampire every time he received the ball.

By the time twenty minutes had elapsed Spike had been jostled, elbowed and pushed in the back so many times that he was beyond annoyed and simply wanted out. When he, apparently ‘accidentally’, tripped over his opponent, twisted and fell hard onto his left knee, he didn’t bother getting up. Andy called timeout and moved quickly to aid the blonde. Xander was there as well.

“You OK buddy?” Xander was looking at him with genuine concern.

Spike moved to sitting and pulled up his sweat pants. A very obviously dislodged kneecap was revealed. Spike expertly cupped around the injured joint with both hands and squeezed, forcing the errant patella back to its proper position.

“Geez Will, c’mon let’s get you some ice.” Andy anxiously turned to the other team, “Give us a few, this is not so good.” He turned back to Spike, only to see Xander helping him to stand then aiding his friend to the change rooms, Spike hopping.

Andy addressed to the rest of the group, “Heck guys, it’s supposed to be friendly! What was that about?”

Jarred answered, not even attempting to look sorry, “Guy fell over, can’t help it if he’s got weak knees now, can we?”

Andy scowled a little, but really did not want to make a fuss at what may have been a simple accident in the heat of the game. Though he had his suspicions.

In the change rooms Spike sat and gingerly stretched out the injured limb.

“That Jarred wanker is prize prick!”

“No arguments here Spike,… geez what can I do, will some blood help?”

“Yeah, but it’ll take you off your form pet. You go play with your little mates, I’ll just sit here yeah?”

“No! No way… My place is here!” Xander looked around the change room to see if they were being observed as he pulled down the sweat band on his wrist and shoved the limb against Spike’s mouth.

“Taa luv.” Spike nodded in deep appreciation.

As always, he laved the area gently then bit down with care. Easing the ambrosial gift into his system, he closed his eyes and sighed as he felt the effects immediately. Conscious of not taking more than would speed his healing, he released after several long drafts and licked the wound closed. He opened his eyes and looked directly into an adoring brown one.

“I love it when you do that,” was all a very aroused Xander was able to whisper before they were joined by one of the club’s attendants.

“You alright, sir? Someone said you had an injury. I brought a cold pack.”

“Nah, look I’m fine now pet. Just a bit o’ fuss about nothing. Taa anyway.” Spike pushed his pant leg down and stood up as if to make a point.

“Oh well, just let us know if we can do anything. I would recommend taking the ice though – even if it’s only a bruise it helps if you cool the area immediately. We have a physio on sight if you need it looked at.”

Xander spoke up, “Uhh thanks” and took the chilled blue pack from the concerned young man.

As soon as he departed Spike growled, “Would love to kick that Jarred ponce’s arse back to redneck city where he belongs.”

Xander simply smiled, “Ho yeah. You and me both.”

“You going to finish the game?”

“Yeah – but you’re definitely out for the evening… I think the guys want to spar a little. We can head home after that if you want – club’s open ‘til 11pm apparently so there’s plenty of time.”

“Oh I am *not* strippin’ off and jumping into some bubble bath with that soddin’ bastard.”

“Spar! As in karate… you know some pads and gloves...”

Spike’s mood suddenly changed.

“Now there’s an idea!”

Xander saw the twinkle in the ‘Big Bad’s’ eye and added quickly, “You can’t kill or injure him… Spike… Spike! Promise!”

“Yeah, yeah, pet… but there’s more ways to injure a bloke than the physical.”

Spike limped toward the court entrance, turning back to Xander as he pushed it open, “Yes Harris, I promise – no permanent injuries.”

The remaining fifteen minutes of the basketball game were spent in an evenly matched tussle between the six workmates.

Spike, who had been sitting on the sidelines watching (mostly to admire his partner’s ‘form’ and enjoy the boyish grin every time their team took a basket) stood and wandered toward his partner as the sweaty group departed the court.

Andy commented, “Hey Will, good to see you’re not limping so badly.”

“Yeah, amazing recovery! Perhaps he was too tired from all the running and faked it to get out of the play.” Jarred was smiling but the comment was not directed at Spike, it was for the benefit of the group.

Xander could no longer hold his tongue, “How about you…” But he was unable to finish the sentence as Spike stepped in front of him and quietly said, in his very best Giles’ impression,
“How about we test your theories on a more even playing field, hmm? I hear you folks are sparring in a while. I believe my knee will hold up in a more familiar activity. If you would care to, I’d be happy to provide you with a challenger for a few rounds.”

Xander’s anger dropped immediately. He knew Spike would still be sore, but also knew that the vampire could beat any one of them with both knees hobbled and an arm out of action.

“You’re on! USA versus England” Jarred clapped his hand on Andy’s shoulder and walked through the middle of the group toward the gym door.

“Actually I live in Boston most of the time.” Spike said softly to the retreating back.

Andy saw Xander’s hand momentarily grab Spike’s and squeeze his support. The more time he spent with the two the more he felt utterly pleased that Xander had the blonde as a ‘special friend’.

They all turned to head in the direction of the gym.

Part Seven

The sparring gym was a smaller ‘L’ shaped room with punching bags, a rack of poles, plus various other practice equipment, in the side alcove. The floor of the larger main section was covered in protective rubber matting, typical of a standard martial arts training floor.

Xander smiled a little as he saw his partner’s response to the new environment. The limp was almost gone, though the knee was obviously still tender, but it was the general demeanor that made Xander happy. This was Spike’s domain. In circumstances that none of the other men in the room could possibly imagine, Spike had honed his skills in spaces like these, on and off, for over a hundred years. In street fights and wars that were the stuff of nightmares, his lover had fought hand to hand battles for unlife and limb, and later for the life and limbs of countless others. Spike turned to look at his partner with a glint of glee that Xander was *sure* he had not seen since the day Spike discovered he could fight demons, all those chipped years ago in Sunnydale.

Jarred had very obviously ‘kitted up’, making quite a show of expertly strapping his hands using the rolls of material from his own sports bag, then taking out two relatively pristine black sparring gloves to complete the exercise.

The other men chose from the generic sparring-mitts available in a general use box near the punching bags.

As the men formed various pairs, Spike moved to sit with his back against a wall, content to wait. The group was obviously fairly used to this scenario, and quickly spread themselves around the room a bit of a ‘bout on the mat’.

After ten minutes or so of watching them spar, Spike was not so much bored with the wait, but simply by the relative ineptitude of most of the ‘fighters’ in the room. He scrutinized Xander’s style, certainly not textbook, but still showed evidence of some recent training and years of Hellmouth ‘workouts’. Spike made a mental note, Xander could do with a better opponent rather than the fairly slow and amateurish Andy, and certainly some solid coaching to hone his skills. Spike wandered over to casually hit the punching bag, simply warming up muscles that had not been used since pre Christmas Boston.

Jarred stepped into the area, facing him from behind the punching bag. “Well come on, thought you were going to show us a thing or two.” Along with his condescending tone was a smirk that reeked of arrogance and demanded some simple attitude correction from Spike.

“You and I?”

“Don’t worry, I’ll go easy on you. Wouldn’t want you to need more medical attention now would we.” Again the tone was meant to insult.

“Right…”

“Surprised you don’t have your own gloves since you’re supposed to be the expert, so I guess you’ll have to use these – come on.” Jarred threw some sparring gloves at the vampire and grinned with what he thought was confirmation of his own sure win, when Spike dropped one.

Spike walked to the middle of the sparring area and as he faced off with Jarred, Andy and Xander ceased their efforts in order to watch. Jarred’s previous partner was already seated next to the water cooler and the rest of the group stopped and sat down also.

“Minimum contact, OK”

“Whatever you say pet” At the last word Spike picked up a wave of anger from the much taller and heavier Jarred.

The larger man took up a fighting stance and began moving forward aggressively. Spike simply sidestepped and forced his opponent to circle in one direction, then the other. When a number of stock standard series of jabs and moves came, he more than readily deflected them, at the same time distracting Jarred by occasionally tapping at the inside of his ankle as though he was about to knock his leg from under him. Already frustrated that he had yet to land a punch or kick cleanly, it was when Spike deflected every one of a flurry of moves, then grinned and blew him a kiss that he really ‘saw red’.

A furious “F@$#ing faggot” was said loudly enough for only Spike to hear.

Spike continued to spar easily but made a little effort to lean forward and whisper “And proud of it mate.” The next time he was close enough he added with a wink, “Least I’m gettin’ some, unlike present celibate company.” This was enough to tip Jarred into a rage, he attempted to really hit and kick Spike with any move he could and obviously disregarded standard rules of karate etiquette. Spike for his part, easily deflected the blows, making sure to land frequent light touches with hand or bare foot, that would have been a definite maiming or killing blow in other circumstances.

Andy leaned over to Xander who was staring transfixed at his lover’s graceful feline-like motions and effortless technique. “He’s amazing Xan, I would never have thought.”

Xander smiled, “Yeah he is, and he not even trying.”

“You two practice together ever?”

“Last time we sparred was down in Sunnydale.” Andy knew his friend well enough not to pursue discussions of Sunnydale, as it always seemed to evoke a look of desperate sadness from Xander.

“You should have a bit of a go tonight. You couldn’t do much worse than the big feller out there now!”

Just then, the man did a low sweep attempting to take Spike’s legs from under him. The vampire simply hurdled the moving limb and while his opponent was still off balance, toppled him onto his backside with a well placed foot and a gentle shove. Grinning he put a chivalrous hand down to assist the other man up again. As he did so, Jarred used the joined hands and a foot behind Spike’s sore knee to knock him onto his back in front of the now standing human.

“See how *you* like it down there.” He snarled, but Spike simply arched and flipped onto his feet with a speed and dexterity that had the audience gasping.

“Look mate, I think you’ve had enough yeah? I could go on like this all night but I’m getting a bit tired of the remarks, so if you don’t mind.”

He went to walk away when Jarred swung a punch at the back of Spike’s head. The vampire spun around, and in one blindingly fast move, had the man in a half Nelson with one hand, and crabbed fingers of the other at his throat, touching firmly enough to make a point. He squeezed the wrist behind the man’s back just hard enough to hurt a little without leaving a mark and growled into his ear, “Just. Leave. It.”

Spike released his opponent, deliberately turned his back on him and walked over to his lover.

Jarred sullenly picked up his gear, excused himself through gritted teeth, then walked from the room.

Andy was grinning at Spike as the vampire approached, “Don’t think you make a friend there Will, ahh well. Say, that last move was brilliant!”

“Just practice mate. So, any of you other lads want a round or two?” All shook their heads or made excuses, except for Xander, who looked lovingly at him with a goofy grin firmly plastered on his face. “Right then, it’s you an’ me Xan, let’s us dance shall we?” The head cocked to the side and trademark wicked grin of the original Big Bad had Xander’s heart pounding even before he got up. Spike could smell his lover’s arousal from the middle of the room, and grinned even wider as he wondered how the jock strap (Spike assumed Xander was wearing) was holding up.

The bout between the two lovers was light hearted and fun, with Spike taking great delight in tapping his partner lightly in places he knew to be sensitive, whilst being careful to make the moves complex enough so their audience would fail to realize his intent to arouse.

After barely fifteen minutes Xander was breathing hard and dripping with perspiration, and called time. “I’ll take you another day S..William.” he said with dramatic flair and a grin.

As Spike walked past him toward the exit, he purred “Just take me everyday an’ I’ll make sure that *never* goes down.” Already half hard before the comment, now Xander *really* needed to get rid of the jock strap!

Part Eight

Spike sat on the bench of the change rooms staring dejectedly at the swimming shorts Xander had handed to his partner, before heading to relieve himself.

Xander emerged from the lavatory without Spike noticing. He saw the look and moved quickly to his partner’s side.

“What’s up sweetheart?”

“Don’t swim”

“What?”

“I. Don’t. Swim.” Xander watched the countenance of his lover fall even further as he quietly continued, “Can’t swim. Never learned. Nineteen bloody hundreds in England pet… wasn’t exactly the done thing was it?!”

“Oh… but I thought since no breathing…?”

“Bloody scary ain’t it… cold ‘n dark ‘n all pushin’ in ‘n…..”

“Spike! What happened to make you think…”

“Water’s about hidin’ an’ bad stuff… escape to bottom of the Elba in 1887; the stinkin’ eff’in Thames, 1912; under a bloody raft for days after Angelus tossed me out of the Uboat in ’45… f@#ing sharks! Oh bloody hell… Please Xan don’t embarrass me?! I can’t swim mate – you get it? I don’t need to breathe, but I *can’t swim.*”

“Oh God… sweetheart I had no idea! But hey, this is about a nice, warm, indoor pool… and you can touch the bottom! Besides it’s after nine thirty so it’s probably just us anyway… Please…please let me show you… let me hold you… I’ll keep you safe. Promise.” He moved in to do his best seductive voice… “I’ll keep you safe and we can paddle and then I’ll take you to the sauna and see what some real heat can do for us both…”

Spike relented, stood and reluctantly changed.

Xander looked away trying very hard not to smile. His own swimming shorts on Spike’s narrow frame looked adorable. His partner appeared for all the world like someone’s gorgeous little brother heading for a swim, his slim pale legs poking from a large pair of surf shorts that someone had loaned him for the afternoon… At that moment, Xander was mildly pleased that his own shorts were so loose, though Spike still smirked as he detected the distinct scent of arousal in the air.

“OK, Mr Royal Lifesaver, come and show me what I’ve been missin’ out on.” Spike was about to give Xander a kiss when Andy came into view and ushered them both toward the pool.

Andy jumped over the side and began to do a few laps with a swimming style reflecting someone who constantly fought a little with the water as they swam. Xander dived in with practiced ease, and swam freestyle with the smooth confidence of the trained swimmer to the other end and back. Spike simply sat on the edge of the pool feet dangling in the water until Xander tumble-turned unnecessarily at Spike’s feet and sent a large splash of water over his friend.

“Oi you sod! Can’t a fella ease in to the baths without some larrikin ruinin’ it!”

Xander stood up in the waist deep water grinning at his friend. “It’s a pool S..Will.”

A petulant pout met his smile as Spike ground out, “It the bloody public swimming baths, with everyone’s body odor and chlorine and cleaning chemicals floatin’ in it.”

Xander saw his partner’s discomfort and reached out both hands as though to catch a small child.

“C’mon sweetheart, it’s only up to my waist. Just jump in, it’s actually quite warm.”

Spike took an unnecessary breath and reached out to grab Xander’s hands. He was going to do this, if only to prove to himself that something he had feared for so long was of little consequence. Two strong hands grabbed his and held tight, so Spike pushed off the wall to stand in front of his lover. He let out the breath he didn’t know he’d been holding and gradually released hold of the hands steadying him.

“You go for a paddle luv, I’ll just stand here and get me bearin’s for a mo’ “

Xander grinned and took off, completing almost five hundred meters before putting his head up to notice his friend Andy standing alongside Spike showing him how to ‘scull’ the water to stay up.

Xander listened to Andy’s quiet instructions and realized why he was not just a consummate manager of people in their business, but also why Xander treasured him as a friend.

“That’s it Will, far out! You’re doing *so* well! Just….. yeah that’s it! Hey Xan!! Come and look at what Will can do!” The broad grins from both his lover and his friend were a picture. Xander dove deep and traversed the twenty five meters underwater.

“Good God Xan did you do the whole lap under??” Andy’s awed expression made Xander smile shyly.

“Yeah well… swimmer… ‘s easy after a while… Anyways you guys were doing something down here that I need to see … so, Seeing Man at your service. Show me the skills.”

Andy looked at Will and smiled, “OK…”

Spike squatted down so only his head remained above water. He proceeded to move his forearms and hands back and forth at speed creating tiny whirlpools over each hand, then lifted his feet up off the floor of the pool, continuing to keep his head above water.

Andy grinned, “Taa Daa, behold….. Houston we have liftoff!”

Xander smiled broadly at his workmate. “No wonder we have so many folks wanting to work on your team! You are a wonder… !”

“Yeah well, Will here said he hasn’t done a lot of swimming, so I figured…” It was Andy’s turn to look slightly embarrassed.

Xander’s quiet reply was everything, “Thanks… It means a lot.”

Andy smiled, “Yeah well, I’d better get going anyways… Kelly will kill me if I do a night with the boys past ten o'clock mid week – even if it *is* a sport thing.”

Spike had his feet on the ground again and offered a handshake to his erstwhile instructor. “Cheers mate, hope to catch up before I leave.”

“Oh terrific! …Of course. See you Xan, enjoy.” Andy lifted himself from the pool and as he went to collect his towel, the tall brunette turned to comment, “You know Xan, I can second your membership to this place if you like?...”

“Thanks I’ll think about it – seriously I will. See you tomorrow.” Xander’s last comment was made as Andy waved and disappeared into the men’s room.

“So show me what you've learned again?”

“Nahh pet. Why don’t you show me somethin’ new?”

The next twenty minutes were spent with Xander gently supporting Spike as he instructed his partner how to perform a flutter kick on his back, and then introduced some arm movements. He was not surprised at the speed with which Spike learned, though still frustrated by the biggest problem - Spike’s lack of buoyancy. Much was to do with his partner’s leanness, but the main issue seemed to be the fact that, as a vampire, filling his lungs with air required conscious effort and was often forgotten, leading to a negative buoyancy, hardly conducive to learning to swim.

Spike eventually became tired of his role as learner, “OK! OK!! I’ve got it, you git – now just… go have a swim!”

Xander gave his friend’s hand a squeeze, then gratefully took off to finish another twenty laps.

At lap fifteen, Xander stared at the bottom in amazement. His partner, so scared of the prospect of swimming, had somehow managed to strike up the nerve to lie on the bottom un-breathing like some enormous bottom dwelling predator, and was watching the human swim over him. Xander broke off his swim, then dived to hug and give his blonde observer a kiss before having to return to the surface for air. He then continued to swim to the shallow end of the pool.

Settling against the wall of the pool, he watched as Spike emerged, walking from the watery depths.

“Gahh! You nearly gave me heart failure!”

“Glad I can still stir your pot, luv.” His dripping friend fell forward into Spike’s arms. Swishing water around his partner, the vampire grabbed the human’s inner thigh and began to caress in earnest. Xander groaned with appreciation.

“Hey, is warming up of the good? ‘Cause I’m thinking the sauna is free…”

“Sounds better than the ‘murky deep’ to me pet.”

There was a half hour before closing as the two entered the heated steam of the sauna. No one else was present, so Spike settled himself on the lower step between his lover’s knees.

As they both relaxed back, the vampire began slowly laving the inside of Xander’s right knee and thigh. After less than three strokes of the cool tongue and despite the heat, his partner was hard and begging, but acutely aware of security cameras and occasional safety checks by staff.

“Hey sweetheart, we can’t really… just come up here and lie down….”

Xander pulled his partner up to the top step and directed him until Spike was lying with his head on Xander’s lap, feeling the human’s rock hard sex against the side of his head, left arm snaking around Xander’s calf, holding hands with his right. Both partners closed their eyes and enjoyed the heat. Xander caressed the vampire’s torso and occasionally stroked over the towel clad sex with his free hand

Eventually it was time. “Hey buddy… You ready for home? C’mon sweetheart, I’m ready if you are… let’s just.” Before Xander had completed the sentence Spike had hauled them both up and they were heading for the change-room. The drive home seemed ridiculously slow, the passage of time made even more tortuous by Spike’s continued ministrations around his lover’s crotch.

Xander still had niggling worries about how the whole night had played out, particularly the Jarred incident and the implications if Spike and he happened to become ‘long term’ partners in Sacramento. As they entered the apartment however, Spike put his lover’s mind at ease with a few simple words, “So, when are we goin’ to the club again?”

“Oh G…., I love you William Aurelius, have I told you that lately? I. Love. You.”

Spike accepted the compliment and passionate kiss from his dark partner then grabbed his hand and led him toward the bedroom, adding, “Well good. Assume you’re up for a shag then?”

Part Nine

Spike had been sitting working at the computer for most of the day, when he heard the key in the lock. Admittedly the few times he *had* moved, he was reminded of some overnight activities that had evoked a smile and stirring of his sex as he felt a twinge of the ‘tender arse’ variety. Unfortunately, the lover’s smile was replaced by a concerned frown, as Xander entered the apartment looking particularly stressed.

“What’s up pet?”

Xander took Spike’s hand and silently led him down to the garage.

Rounding on Xander’s dark blue BMW, he saw the deep scratches across the bonnet.

“QUEer EYe on sitE” adorned the front of the car, along what looked like manure smeared across the passenger side window.

“Oh Xan… Oh pet… I’m sorry… I’m sorry… Hey my lovely, come on… come here.” Spike pulled his partner into a protective hug, “It’s OK pet, it will be OK. Whoever these pissers are…”

“That’s the problem, I pretty much know who ‘they’ are.” Xander looked decidedly miserable. “Few too many things were said on one of the site’s today… Kind of gave it away…It’s someone or a group of someone’s from work... Geez Spike…” He melted into his lover’s tight hug.

“Oh ho! Let me take a guess… Mister No-nuts-Jackie-Chan-Wannabe from last night!?!” Spike saw the tiny nod of agreement from his partner, then dropped into game face letting out a primal growl that sent an instinctive shot of fear down Xander’s spine. “Oh pet!....I’ll bloody remove their unused organs, shove them up their own tight arses, then eviscerate the whole bloody lot of ‘em, F@%#ing bigots!” Spike’s words were ground out with such vehemence that Xander had no doubt his vampire would have done exactly as he threatened at that moment.

“So have you called the police?”

Xander’s face fell even more. “No… well it’s difficult… it’s people from work.”

“It’s a bunch of bloody idiots and criminals… You want me to warn ‘em off proper like?” Spike
watched as his partner turned away in distress, “Oh luv… C’mon pet… let’s just get ourselves upstairs and have us a good hard shag, at least make you forget all this for a while, eh luv?” He immediately began to nibble on Xander’s earlobe and snaked an arm around the all too tense torso.

Unfortunately the human was too upset to respond to his partner’s ministrations. He pushed out of the hug and walked away, leaving Spike feeling both useless and unwanted.

Turning back to the damaged vehicle, Spike ran his hand over the scratches and resolved to have a chat to Andy. The vampire was leaving at the end of the week and now more than a little worried for his lover’s safety.

Spike knew his lover had returned to the apartment, vampire hearing just being able to discern the shower being turned on. He chose not to follow. Ascending the stairs he wandered outside onto the shared lawn. He lit a cigarette and scanned the building for other residents that might be outside enjoying the cool evening, then launched himself to catch Xander’s balcony and swing up to stand staring into the night.

Spike threw himself into the chair from the ‘steel and cane Danish collection’ and continued to take comfort from the burning tobacco.

By the time Xander wandered out to the balcony clad in a towel and (in deference to the cool of a Sacramento winter’s evening) baseball jacket. Spike was standing against the balcony rail again staring into the dark.

Xander spoke quietly from the door, “Sorry about before.”

“Not your fault mate.”

“Well at least… thanks for still being here.”

Spike spun around and leveled a gold tinted set of blue eyes on his partner. “What! You thought I’d run just ‘cause some poncy homophobic prick who happens to think illustratin’ someone else’s property at ‘is workplace is fine! Tell ya what, give me ten seconds with the trumped up bastard and I’ll have him messin’ his pants in front of all of ‘is mates and beggin’ me ta do ‘im instead of makin’ ‘im a midnight snack . Told ya’ before pet… *No one* touches what’s mine – including my own’s bloody car!!”

Xander grinned just a little, despite his partner’s slip into game face again. “ Well… um thanks for the uber vamp posturing but… you know… just glad you stayed.” He hugged the vampire firmly, removed the cigarette then kissed him passionately.

He whispered, “Sorry about the other day too. Not wanting to get you gone again… so can we talk about why you ran, cause worried partner of the ‘running man’ here.” The voice was full of worry and remorse for the injuries consequently sustained by the vampire.

Spike looked puzzled.

“The ‘getting gone’ vamp thing… the ‘let’s me find a Slayer on a bad night’ blahh blahh. God Spike, I meant to say sorry, cause I’m sure it’s something I did… but… and… Geez! This has been a really crappy day, and … and when you didn’t come up with me, I figured I might have done something again… and then you weren’t here so I thought a smoke and I kept listening from the shower and door didn’t… and this is all still pretty new so…”

“Bloody Hell Harris. Stop! I swear the underwater swimming must directly affect the time you can speak without breathin’!!”

Xander looked up to see only worry and gentle affection in his partner’s eyes. He stared at the floor, toeing an imaginary mark on the tiles of the balcony. “Well? What did ‘your whelp’ do Spike? How did I hurt you? ‘Cause with all this other stuff… I just need to know that we’re OK. ‘Cause that’s really all that matters right?” Xander’s good eye was filled with tears and his scar ached in sympathy.

“Oh, Pet….” Spike flicked the cigarette butt over the balcony, then turned back to see the slumped shoulders and sad demeanor of his lover. His straightened, took a matter of fact stance and offered an outstretched hand to his friend, “Right then… Bloody hell pet… This is old territory… Spike layin’ ‘imself bare again.” But for all his bravado, Xander heard the tightness in the voice, took the proffered hand and pulled the vampire toward him until they were both leaning against the outdoor table, staring into space, fingers entwined.

“You hated me for it see? She hated me. Hell I hated me so much I had the head off to bloody Africa to get meself a soul… And you still all hated me…” Xander watched his lover’s gaze fall to the floor and a single tear begin to track its way down the beautiful cheekbone. “But I got so confused… ‘Cause she’d said ‘No’ that meant ‘Yes’; and No that meant ‘More’; and ‘No’ that meant ‘I hate you but yes’; and ‘No that meant ‘Not without cuffing you first’; and ‘No’ that meant ‘Not ‘til I beat the snot out o’ you then shag you once you can’t stand up anymore’; and then one this time… the time she… and I really lost it a bit ‘cause I… but then I didn’t…” Tears were flowing freely now but Xander let him finish, “And then when you… and I thought you were jus’ windin’ me up, but then you were serious jus’ like her, and I didn’t... and I would never!… But you were so …. And then ‘No’. You’d never said ‘No’ not like that, not like… like you… like you’d never want me to touch you again… like she… like everyone… and I just had to get away… just had to.”

“Oh Sweetheart! Oh I’m *so* sorry…” Car issues utterly forgotten, Xander pulled the smaller man into his lap, cuddling him like a child and pulling the vampire’s mouth to meet a stretched neck.

“Taste Spike. I know you can tell truth from the blood, taste now.”

“But… It will… mark…”

“Do it, Spike” And as if to reinforce the words, Xander pressed his lover’s already changed mouth into the skin over his jugular.

Spike took a moment then bit with the utmost care. He tasted regret and worry, but overwhelmingly he tasted clear love and devotion of a kind he’d only ever tasted between he and Angel before.

He took three strong drafts then released with a groan. “Oh Xan… F@#$ing magnificent… You can’t imagine how much… I… Guhhh…..Just love you dear heart, Love you so much.”

He pulled the human into a tight embrace and kissed him passionately, Xander tasting himself as the vampire’s tongue claimed his mouth, expressing commitment and a depth of love that left the man utterly dazed.

They sat for a time, foreheads together, gently touching and petting.

Xander’s cell phone rang with a shrill ‘jazz tune’ that virtually irritated its user into answering the call swiftly.

“Hi Xan… Andy? Yeah, yeah. I’m fine. Who told y…? Oh…” Spike watched as Xander’s face fell with the conversation. He grabbed the phone from his partner.

“Hi Andy, ‘s Will. Was gonna ring you anyway mate.”

“God Will, is he OK? I mean… I’m *so* sorry, I never thought… One of the guys said what happened and… ”

“S’ alright mate – not your fault. Was just the car scratched up, not the boy, so… Still don’t think Xan has done too well so far tonight. Both a bit fragile, truth be told. But we’re about to sort that.” Xander smiled widely at his partner as Spike wiggled an eyebrow and licked his lower lip indicating just how it might be sorted. Once again he was in awe of the extremes that were his Spike. From snarling predator to vulnerable lover to commanding master vampire in under thirty seconds!

“Oi, by the way, Xan didn’t say, but… your boss know? Don’t strike me as the sorta bloke who’d wear that kinda lark from his crew?”

“I guess he’ll know by now, if he didn’t before.”

“How’s that?”

“I heard what happened from the guys at one of the other sites I was working on – but you know rumors… Let’s just say that in the end, I was happy to find most of the stuff was hearsay – some even said Xan had being beaten up not just his car. That’s when I rang Jim’s office - to see if Xan was OK - but the boss wasn’t there, so I tried his home just on the odd chance. Well let’s just say Sandy was less than impressed. She likes you both, Xan especially, so… I figure Jim’ll give Xan a call tonight sometime.”

“Cheers mate. Anyway here’s the boy back.”

Spike left his friend to finish the conversation and wandering to the kitchen to fix himself a liquid snack. He had just rinsed the now empty mug when a knock on the front door interrupted any attempts at further kitchen domesticity.

Spike greeted Xander’s very worried looking boss with a friendly handshake and welcoming smile.

“Come in mate, Xan is just on the phone with Andy. Can I get you something? Beer? Coffee? Decent scotch?”

“Latter would be nice, thanks.”

Spike ushered the obviously distressed man into their lounge, seated him on the black leather suite, dimmed the lighting, then put on a jazz/blues CD from Xander’s ‘Boston collection’ for quiet background ‘assistance’. Obviously Sandy had sent her husband around to ‘sort out’ the situation, but Spike could tell that Jim was very uncomfortable with discussing private lives, yet was now forced to just that. To save both Xander and his boss time and angst, he decided to ‘deal’.

Handing Jim a very decent ‘snifter’ of Glenfiddich, he poured one for himself, then relaxed into a lounge chair opposite the man.

Before he had a chance to say anything however, Jim was staring into his glass and saying, “I don’t know where to start. I mean we’ve dealt with sexual harassment type stuff before but this is a bit more serious. Andy told me what happened at the basketball game… Well to be honest he didn’t exactly spell it out every moment, but I can fill in the gaps for myself. Are you OK? I mean, it sounds like… Well…” Spike could see him struggling.

“Oi – bit of argy bargy on the sporting field is all part of the fun, right? Fact that someone takes a dislike to you is just unfortunate. I’m afraid I was the one who hurt the bugger’s feelings. Apparently he’d decided to take me down another peg or two after the game but chose the karate mat to do it on.” Spike watched as Jim looked up with a slight smile on his face.

“Yeah, Andy told me. Said you made the Chinese action movies look like slow motion fakes! So, are you a black belt or something?”

“Guess I’ve moved beyond the formal training stage. Anyway, Andy’s just being polite. Really didn’t do anything too flash, but I could feel the man wasn’t really in it for the right reasons, so we stopped.” Spike noted the knowing look from Jim.

“You stopped it?”

“Sure, but didn’t do any good, did it.” It was Spike’s turn to look uncomfortable. He looked up and addressed the man directly, “Listen Jim, I figure you know that Xan and I are together yeah?” Jim gave a slight nod, “And we really haven’t run around advertising the fact – well not to my knowledge...”

It was Jim’s turn to jump in.

“My turn William. I saw you with my daughter the other night at our celebration. I saw how careful and caring you were and I respect that. I also know that Alexander has seemed a whole lot happier in the 10 or so days you’ve been here. And before you say anything, I also understand that you two go way back. And Will? Just for the record, I have two uncles who have been together for forty five years this coming November - they are as dear to me as anyone in our family. And I swear, it is one of the happiest, most balanced partnerships that I have ever had the privilege of seeing.

So, I can’t say I know what it’s like facing the sort of stuff that you folks have to deal with from others, because I don’t, but damn it if I’ll let some bunch of idiots hurt one of my best guys!”

Rant over Jim slammed the empty glass onto the low table and looked up. Xander was standing in the doorway smiling. He simply added “Thanks, it means a lot.”

Spike rose from his chair, offered his partner a drink then gave the two men some privacy.

He grabbed his laptop from the study and wandered out to the balcony to write, and smoke, and think. He heard the front door open and shut twice. Obviously Xander had taken Jim on an ‘inspection tour’ and they had returned to speak further.

Spike had been sitting in the dark typing when the balcony light threw everything into sharp relief. He squinted toward the door.

“Just thought I’d say goodbye, Xander tells me you’re heading back on the weekend.”

“Yeah well, we all have work to do, yeah?”

“Hmm”

“You two worked things out with the scratching caper then?”

“I think we have a few strategies yes.” Spike saw evisceration and public flaying but was fairly positive that those options were not on the list.

“We’ve got no proof, so going to the police is pointless – except to report the damage for insurance purposes. The company insurance should cover it.”

“So how do you know it won’t be you personally pet?

“Jim’s going to shift the team from that site to one down in San Fran.”

“How does that solve it?”

“They’ll be under Andy’s projects with Bruce B as site manager.”

“And this is better how?” Spike was beginning to look bored.

“Andy’s…. well Andy, and Bruce is ex varsity offensive front row footballer, a brilliant engineer… And a partner called Stephen.” Xander couldn’t help himself, and gave a wicked grin.

Spike smiled back, “And Steve is?”

“A professional ‘world wrestler’! Six foot seven of blonde athlete, stage name? ‘the Razor’.”

Spike rolled his eyes.

“So Jim is thinking what? Educate ‘em or just beat the snot out ‘o them. ‘Cause you *know* I can do the latter.”

“It’s Jim’s way of sending them (and others) a less than subtle message I guess. I figure shifting the team will split them up and break the pack mentality too – lot of the guys on site really don’t think too hard for themselves so…”

“You’ll be safe when I’m gone?”

“Yeah I guess – but…” Xander’s face fell with the reminder of Spike’s impending departure.

“You know I have to go back, pet, you always knew that.”

“Yeah but… Geez… It’s just gonna be *so*…” Xander was unable to finish the thought as Spike dived over to claim his lovers lips in a desperate and passionate kiss.

Part Ten

The following day had seen Xander leave for work early but returning mid afternoon, with Andy in tow.

Spike had fortunately risen at midday, so was dressed and working at his computer as the two arrived.

“So what… you two come home for a threesome nooner?”

Andy looked utterly flabbergasted, “What!!! No!! I mean? Oh…”

Xander patted his arm reassuringly, “He’s kidding man… Come on… he’s just being an arse!”

The bigger man blushed profusely as Spike winked, grinned and added, “Yeah… not one for sharing mate.”

“So why are you home at this more than respectable hour anyway?”

“Got the car assessed this morning and they’re putting it in straight away. Jim did the police report, just said it was vandals…”

“Effin’ morons more like…”

“Yeah well… Bottom line is the insurers approved the quote and the car’s in being fixed until Friday, so Andy drove me home.”

Spike had wandered into the kitchen as his partner talked and returned holding three beers. “Right then so early mark it is, drink?”
He threw one to Xander, and handed one to Andy who had hardly moved since the earlier comments.

“Sorry if I threw you before. Got an evil sense of humor is all.” Xander shot a knowing smile at his lover.

“I’m good, but I’ll get you back one day, promise.” Andy smiled and his stance visibly relaxed.

“Can’t wait, mate.”

Andy and Xander moved out onto the balcony to chat in the afternoon sun. Spike excused himself and with a pang of sadness at his enforced retreat from the warmth, and returned to the darkness of the study and his computer. He vaguely heard Xander explain to Andy that his William had a deadline for his story and would probably join them a bit later.

Andy eventually left just after dark, promising to pick up his coworker in the morning.

Xander closed the door and turned only be pushed back against it. Spike grasped both his hands firmly and pinned them above his head then kissed him soundly, gradually lowering the arms a little and grinding his groin into Xander’s. He eventually released his partner and stepped back to grab his coat. “Hold that thought pet – gotta go out for a bit.”

“What?! Look you’re not mad ‘cause Andy came over Spike, ‘cause seriously..” Spike cut him off with another brisk kiss.

“Not angry pet, just wanna go get something and bein’ cooped up here all day gets me a bit stir crazy is all. Now don’t fret…. Gimme an hour or so. You eat somethin’, then get that cute arse of yours onto our bed, cause that’s where I want you when I come… back that is.” He gave Xander his most wickedly seductive smile then headed out the door.

Xander had been on the bed reading when he heard the key in the lock, then grinned broadly as the vampire strode into the bedroom and thrust a large box of chocolates, a bottle of port and length of thick silk rope into his hands.

He put the rope down and proceeded to open the chocolates, popped one in his mouth and placed the box on the end of their bed. The rope Spike had brought was a definite message, yet still had Xander intrigued and imagination piqued by possibilities.

“Do you have plans?”

Spike stared absently at the book Xander had been reading, then put the port on the floor, removed his coat and grabbed one of the occasional chairs from the corner of the room, pushing it very close to the end of the bed.

He lifted his chin and caught into the dark chocolate eye with his twinkling blue ones.

“I do – and it involves me not touching you.”

“You have *got* to be joking! C’mon Spike I thought we were gonna have some playtime? What’s with the rope then?” Xander was becoming more and more agitated at the thought of missing ‘partner activities’ on one of their last nights together, “Listen, I can wank when you go home!”

“Settle down you goit. I know you wanna play pet. So… what if I asked you to be really, really good.” Spike stepped forward until he was toe to toe with his companion and leaned in to whisper, “And what if I promised a lovely present if you’re are? Could you be really, really good? Could you obey me for a night? Could you follow instructions without question?”

“Ummm, sure, I guess if they’re from you….[quizzical look met by wicked grin]…’K I’m sure, it’s a game right?” Spike nodded, “OK then I’m sure… but… can I speak during this game?”

“Only to ask permission, pet. So you wanna play?” Xander gave an almost shy smile and nodded.

“First you must tie my hands behind my back…. Then prepare the bed”

Xander’s eyes betrayed his complete surprise, he had assumed that the rope would be for him, but he did as asked.

Wrists bound behind his back, Spike leaned back in the chair comfortably, as his partner wandered to the bathroom, returning moments later to spread a fresh towel on the bed. Xander turned off the main light replacing it with the more subtle bedside lamp. Then opened the side drawer – looked to him and with his bound partner’s permission, retrieved most of the ‘pleasure stash’ and arranged it within reach.

Remembering the game, he moved to kneel on the floor in front of Spike’s chair, knees slightly apart, chin angled down in a submissive posture, hands resting on either thigh, and awaited further instructions.

“You need to take off all but your boxers pet, then kneel on the towel facing me”

“Keep looking at me…. I want you to know that your touch is mine because I control it; your hands are mine because as I think it, you do it; and if I want your mind to imagine one object or another it will happen. When I demand that you feel warm, you will heat; when I tell you to come, you will. Understood?” Xander nodded and lifted his gaze, and saw the underfettered lust in his vampire’s face.

“Now, I am going to touch your inner thighs very softly….” Xander lifted his own hands and lightly brushes fingers as instructed, intent upon listening to the lowered tones of his voice. “From inside knee ever so slowly tickling the way to the top – and back down…. And again slower, lighter…… and again – but stop at the top.” He complied feeling his eyes close as the mesmerizing voice continued to guide his hands.

“Caress the skin and run index fingers gently up and down the hip line – don’t touch your sex though, just feel there – ease the tips of the fingers under the material of your boxers and let the others brush lightly over the top….. and again.”

“Get naked pet” Stripped of his underwear Xander felt strangely over-exposed in front of his lover, so cupped his manhood as though he was somehow on public view.

“Did I tell you to do that?” Xander dropped his hands immediately, lowered his chin then risked a worried glance up in response to the demanding tone. A sly smile directed at him reaffirmed that he need not be concerned, this was indeed a game – but there were rules.

He waited again.

“Lick your fingers and circle your nipples…. Feel the heat and then the cool as they dry…. Do it again…..now pinch the nipples hard and roll them…. brush the tips with the palm of your hand… that’s my palm… and they’re *so* hard for me...”

“Pick up the clamps and put them on left… that’s it pet… so pretty… now right.” Xander did so and the thin chain connecting the two nipple clamps fell elegantly between.

“Now lie back so I can see all of you.” The man arranged himself diagonally on the bed – knowing that he could display all things to Spike from that position, yet still reach the toys.

“Begin to caress your navel – that’s it, both hands, now brush up along your ribs and circle the nipples – gonna pull the chain a little. That’s me pulling, watching you squirm. Hmmm….” Spike saw Xander arch ever so slightly with the delicious pain/pleasure this brought. “That’s it, now slide your right hand down, feel the hair, fondle it, brush it.”

Xander lay back naked, this time remembering not to touch until told…..

“We’re gonna use the glass dildo & lube… and the cinnamon heating oil.” Xander reached over to the side table retrieved the items and lay back placing them on his belly.

“Open for me.”

Xander bent his knees a little, then spread his legs wide allowing his instructor to see all he was about to do. Spike noted the already rock hard erection – apparently a bit of submission was ‘of the good’!

“Pour the oil in your right hand… now, stroke yourself a few times….” As he did so, he noticed his other hand that had simply been resting on his torso, absently tugging at the chain attached to his nipples.

“Now use the lube - your other hand ….that’s it pet. Trace around your rear entrance, and rub up around your sac… that’s it ….. keep that going ….. that’s it….” Spike saw Xander raise his left hip from the bed angling so the fingers could repeatedly circumnavigate the pucker, then brush over it in time with the other hand continuing to stroke his erection.

“Let me in now Xan. Push a cool finger and feel me inside… that’s it now more.” He watched as two, then three fingers caressed and penetrated, and he became aware that the thrust tempo had begun to increase.

“Now withdraw your fingers... Slow…. Really slow. ” He heard a definite groan. “You can keep the front going pet.”

“Lift your knees – keeping the pace yeah…..”

Xander thought about this for a moment – knowing that one can never have too much lube…. But one hand was still occupied…. He swiftly grabbed the anatomically correct crystal phallus, liberally coated it with the clear slick and lifted his legs. Spike saw the pucker for a couple of seconds before a firm left hand pressed the toy home while the other continued to stroke the erection.

Knees bent but still wide, Xander returned his heels to the bed, and kept the toy in place gently with his right hand, the perfect picture of precursor to more pleasure. Somewhat relieved that everything was ‘now in place’, he looked to his instructor for guidance. Spike’s blue eyes now almost black with lust, and caused a fiery blush to flow from Xander’s face to knees. He dropped his gaze and waited.

“You may begin…. That’s it – all the way out and all the way in…. slow…that’s it… soft and slow…. stroke yourself in time… that’s it… it’s me inside you… you’re so hot and tight… so beautiful” Xander adjusted to the pace he dictated with his words… excruciatingly so, aching for more.

“Take your pleasure.”

Spike watched as a practiced right hand began to move up and down the shaft keeping pace with the increasing speed of the plundering glass object in his rear.

“Watch me…… tell me what you’re thinking, what you’re feeling.”

Xander took a cartoon slow blink, eyes wide then began his commentary…..

“I can feel it, you, filling me ….. impossibly …. I can feel your fingers caressing…. your sex filling me and I just want you to move….. and… there…. And I imagine your hand over me and caressing and holding hard and then ….. rhythm starting to…and …. and …. Uugh… that’s it……”

After that the words become nonsensical, and the tempo became more and more erratic as tension built. He heard his own breathing begin to hitch and was vaguely conscious of Spike breathing also.

Then the command came again, “Hold still… don’t move.” “Oh! Geez!.... No!!” This time the loud cry from Xander was brimming with frustration, but he conceded, and stilled both hands.

“It would be fun to see if we could keep up this pattern all night…. You on the point of climax…. Pulled back just so…..”

“No!! Please just let me come… So hard for you Spike… Gotta come!” Silence. “Oh come on! You’ve *got* to let me come now….. please!”

Spike smiled at the begging then remembered the game and dropped back into persona, “Why are you speaking?”

He watched with amusement as Xander abruptly remembered the rules, clenched his jaw tight, and balled his hands into fists around the towel and bed clothes, and silently screamed his further frustration.

After two more beats, Spike granted him permission to move again…

He picked up the pace almost where he’d left off, if not more rigorous…. The constant pressure on his prostate from the toy, during the ‘hiatus in action’, had heightened every nerve end in the area to an almost painful level of sensitivity.

Spike watched as the pelvis canted, heels dug in and back arched.

“Now” he commanded….. “Come now.”

He looked on as Xander’s good eye fluttered shut again and his hand movement stroked and pulled furiously. Harsh panting signaled the start of his orgasm. He saw his lover’s back arch completely off the bed as jet after jet of white fluid adorned Xander’s chest. Xander began breathing deeply and noticeably shifted the intensity of his ‘attentions’. Steadily slowing and becoming more like the caress of a lover, he eased himself down until movements almost ceased.

“Take ‘me’ out of you.” a husky voice whispered…

Xander did so reluctantly, and withdrew the instrument of ‘exquisite torture’ gently, rolling from the towel in the process and wrapping the glass piece… Eyelids lowered in the fashion of the recently satisfied, he noticed Spike’s arms still fastened with a painful erection straining to be free in the front of his jeans and obviously leaking - apparently he had enjoyed the show but was yet to be fulfilled.

A wicked thought ensued… he rolled to his side, hand returning to his own now obviously renewing interest, caressing it languidly. Xander saw blue eyes follow, so abruptly rolled off the bed to between Spike’s knees again.

Spike groaned and he allowed his legs to fall apart, giving his partner full access. Using only his mouth Xander nipped the base of the closed zipper, then began a path of strong nuzzling and licking through the hard material from base of his erection to the top…. By the time he had his nose nudging the top button, Spike was panting and moaning, by the time he had pulled the zipper down with his teeth, Spike had his hands in Xander’s hair and was begging for his mouth. Xander placed his hands at of the start of the groin and caressed both inner thighs at once, at the same time his tongue pressed over the tip of his manhood… He engulfed the erection almost to the base and swallowed hard, sucking back to the tip then repeating the move. Few could have withstood the onslaught. Spike threw his head back, screamed his lover’s name and came….. hard, and long. Xander swallowed as swiftly as he could, groaned when a little spilt then grinned. Spike claimed his mouth and licked the errant liquid from his chin.

He untied the vampire and stripped him naked. He then removed the tiny clamps from his own nipples as they both dove onto the bed. The lovers spent much of the remainder of the night gently caressing each other with reassuring touches. Spike occasionally nuzzled his lover’s neck, Xander suckled his partner’s nipples, but they had both silently decided that discussing future plans would wait until morning, this was a time for sated peace.

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