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No, they aren’t mine. I wish they were, but they aren’t. They belong to their creators. No money is being made. I just take them out, put them in pretty dresses, and make them fight each other. No harm, no foul. Feed the writer. Review.
Happy Birthday, Charles de Lint.
Xander reached up and pushed away the fabric covering Spike's eyes. The vampire's eyes were flecked with gold, wide with excitement. The young man felt a cool hand brush his back, just before he was pulled back on top of Spike. The blonde pulled him down for a long kiss, pouring into Xander a portion of the shattering passion that the boy had given to the vampire. Spike felt the warm, tense electricity flow between them, skimming the surface of his lips to cross over into Xander's body. The blonde kept his eyes fixed on his boy, drinking in the sight that had been so briefly denied him.
When Xander finally broke the kiss, he gasped for air, breathing hot gusts against Spike's cheek. Unable to resist the temptation laid out before him, Xander tasted that pale skin. The flavor of his lover burst upon his tongue, flooding his senses. Cool, biting and spicy, there was no doubt that Spike was something beyond human. Xander didn't care if it was the demon or something else; he was undeniably addicted to the man who lay beneath him. Every time he pressed his lips to Spike's flesh, he discovered a new facet to his lover, something he'd never uncovered before. He knew that if he made love to the vampire every day and night for the rest of eternity, he'd never exhaust Spike's many dimensions.
Spike felt the tension lying just underneath Xander's calm exterior. He lay quiescent beneath the young man, effortlessly giving himself to Xander's desires. As always, Spike was shaken by the intensity of Xander's attention, of the sheer power behind that focus. He was, frankly, surprised he wasn't incinerated by it; Xander was like the sun, eternally burning with pure light.
Xander pushed his legs between Spike's, never lifting his mouth from its place against the vampire's skin. He fumbled for some slick while he traced a path down to Spike's shoulder, still exploring the smooth flesh that stretched taut over sculpted muscles. Soft lips gave way to harder teeth when he heard Spike gasp as a single, warm finger slid inside him. Xander pushed a second finger inside the vampire while running his teeth along one collarbone, eliciting more of the breathy moans from his lover.
Spike's eyes rolled back to stare sightlessly at the ceiling, his body a slave to Xander's hands and mouth. All he could feel was those teeth on his skin and the tantalizing slide of fingers stretching him. He couldn't help but squirm when those questing digits almost-but not quite-brushed against his prostate. He was still boneless from their last bout of lovemaking; now his body was rapidly straining for more, for whatever Xander wanted to give him.
Xander removed his fingers, immediately pushing his weeping cock inside Spike's willing body. He bit down slightly on Spike's shoulder as incredibly cool tightness clasped him, pulling him deeper.
Spike screamed as he was penetrated by both cock and teeth. The sharp sting of Xander's human canines sinking into his shoulder was an exquisite accent to the mind-numbing pleasure of being filled with that hot, blood-filled flesh. His nails dug into Xander's back as he arched to take the boy deeper, head thrown back to force himself up into Xander's mouth.
Xander felt Spike buck and shudder, shouting out his pleasure as Xander sank his teeth deeper into the blonde's shoulder. The savageness of the bite was a sharp contrast to his gentle movement within the vampire; Xander set a slow, easy rhythm of rolling thrusts that rocked gently against Spike's prostate.
"Xander," Spike panted, fingers scrabbling desperately over sweaty skin. "More, please, Xander..." He begged, needing something, anything, to keep him from flying apart. He was burning, set afire by the contradictory tenderness and feral roughness of Xander's lovemaking.
Xander released Spike's shoulder, only to plunge his teeth into the tender skin of the vampire's neck. He felt flesh part, give way under his assault. Still he kept sliding in and out of that cool, tight body; drawing out their pleasure with sure, even strokes.
The cry that clawed its way out of Spike's throat was hoarse and triumphant. He felt his blood flow, cool and thick, into Xander's mouth. A warm tongue probed the wound, coaxing more of the vibrant fluid out of the blonde's body. He clenched tightly around Xander, feeling his orgasm begin to rise from the base of his spine, drawn out by the perfect agony of the bite.
Spike's blood flooded Xander's mouth, overwhelming him with its taste. It was everything that Spike was, ten times stronger. He was instantly addicted, taking deep swallows. It burned coldly sliding down his throat and he could feel the power in it, thrumming within its stolen essence. Xander knew that he was forever changed by taking in this part of Spike; he would never be the same now that he had accepted this most intimate part of the vampire into himself. The sure knowledge that he had in that moment claimed Spike as surely as Spike had claimed him was all the young man needed to fall headlong into ecstasy. He bit down harder, thrusting deeply into Spike to bring the vampire with him in this mindless tumble into sweet oblivion.
Spike held Xander as the boy climaxed, feeling hot seed pour into him even as his cold blood spilled into Xander's mouth. It was the realization of that circuit that pushed Spike over the edge and his own pleasure overcame him, rushing through his body and pouring out in a flood of seed and broken sobs. Xander's mouth released his throat to claim Spike's mouth, smearing the vampire's blood across their lips and tongues as Spike's release spread across their bellies.
Xander broke the kiss, breathing unsteadily. He blinked a few times, trying to find a few coherent bits of his brain. "F-forty-two," He stuttered, surprised at the deep resonance of his voice. There was something different about it--something almost unearthly. It reminded him a bit of...
Spike watched Xander with cautious eyes. "It's the blood," He explained slowly. "It won't hurt you."
"Didn't think it would," Xander murmured. "But it'll... change me?" He asked.
Spike carded the fingers of one hand through Xander's hair, the other hand moving to wrap around the boy's warm waist. "A bit, maybe. Mostly, though, it'll make you smell different, sound a bit different too."
Xander grinned. He knew what that meant; to most demons, he'd smell like Spike... well, even more like Spike than he already did. "Oh, darn. No superpowers?"
Spike's ringing laugh echoed off the walls. "Sorry. You can still wear the tights and cape if you want."
Xander's face turned speculative. "You'd look better in spandex than me."
"Like hell I would," Spike swore. "Don't even think it, 'cause the answer's no."
"Aww..."
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