Night Of Nights

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Night of Nights

Sajinn

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.

The Ninth

Happy Birthday, Woodlandchild.

Xander pulled himself out of his car and retrieved the bags of groceries he'd picked up on his way home from the Magic Box. He was out of food, Spike wanted cereal, and they'd both realized that morning that they were out of lubricant.

"Wheetabix?" Spike asked hopefully as he appeared next to Xander on the sidewalk.

"No," Xander replied, foisting a bag at the vampire. "Froot Loops."

Spike wrinkled his nose in disgust. "You've got to be kidding me! Do you know how bad blood tastes with Froot Loops?"

"Seeing as how I don't drink blood, Froot Loops or not, I don't really care," Xander replied honestly. "And why are you out here? Did you lose the tape?"

Spike swung his bag around a few times. "Didn't lose the tape, mate. I just got here, actually. Took a walk."

"Right," Xander muttered as they reached the door. "What did you kill?"

Spike crowded next to Xander on the stoop. "Vamps," He whispered into Xander's ear. "An' one of those slimy rat-demons that lives near the hospital."

"Hearing about the bloody deaths of slimy rat-demons is not on my list of turn-ons, Spike," Xander told his lover. "Get the door, would you?"

Spike obediently took up the door handle, moving to open it for the boy. When Xander began to move, however, Spike dropped the bag he was holding, grabbed Xander, spun him around and shook the boy until he'd dropped the other bags.

"Spike!" Xander hissed, struggling to get free. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" The vampire in question had thrown Xander over his shoulder and was heading around the building, aiming for a soft patch of grass that lay just beyond the complex's floodlights.

"Ever done it outside?" Spike asked Xander as he tumbled them to the ground. Xander pushed against the blonde, trying to stand up. Well, he tried right up until the moment that Spike caught his head between his hands and planted those, soft cool lips on Xander's.

"Er, no..." Xander admitted when Spike drew back. The boy was no longer struggling, his long body relaxing into crushed grass and dirt. "Well... unless you count outside the Magic Box. Or in the car..."

Spike smirked. "Ah, yes. Now I remember. You liked?" Xander nodded reluctantly. Spike ground his hips into Xander's, noting with more than a little satisfaction that the boy was quickly growing hard.

Xander glanced around, trying to ignore this walking... well, writhing sex god who was doing his dead level best (and Spike's dead level best would probably induce a plaster bust of John Calvin to dance the Lambada) to convince Xander into letting him have his way. They were outside, in public, where someone might *see* them...

Spike knew the exact moment when Xander realized where they were, what they were doing, and who might see them. Hells, the vampire could almost see the words floating up from the boy's brain... 'Outside...Sex...Everyone'. The blonde leaned down, teasing Xander with an almost-kiss, rubbing their lips together. Xander bucked up involuntarily and Spike pushed back down, creating a delicious friction between them. The vampire knew that if he tried to strip Xander naked now, exposing that lovely body to the night sky, he'd be staked for his trouble--and not in the way he'd like. But a bit of rubbing, a bit of snogging, nothing more racy than the handjob he'd given the boy so many weeks ago... that, he could get away with. Would get away with...

Xander made one last attempt to protest what they were doing, but it was a halfhearted try. How was he supposed to think when Spike was doing *that* with his tongue? Xander felt like the universe's most delicious confection. Spike wasn't just kissing him, he was *consuming* Xander, taking the boy inside himself with every touch. Cold hardness scraped against equally hard heat as demon and human urged each other on.

Spike could taste the boy's excitement. It was a steely, almost tangy flavor that made Spike think of violence, of spattered blood and sex and the perfect harmony of thrill and terror that was everything he ever did with Xander. Ever since that first time, on his knees in front of the lad with that thick cock in his mouth, Spike had wondered what it was about Xander that made him so addictive. Perhaps it was this, this innocent-succubus quality the young man possessed, that made him to irresistible to the vampire. Whatever it was, it made Spike want to crawl inside the boy, wrap himself in that lovely, good-justified-violence aura the man possessed, and never, ever leave. The blonde wanted to be in that cocoon of condoned killing, of rationalized murder that passed as both the Slayer's and Xander's modus operendi.

"Spike!" Xander cried softly as his lover's blunt teeth scraped the boy's jawline. The hint of danger, the warning against pain, was just enough to topple Xander over the edge he'd been riding. Spike's inhumanly strong body forced Xander's down as the boy arched and froze, pleasure and nothingness sending the boy inside himself even as his body emptied out. Spike allowed himself one more slow thrust against that quickly softening body before dissolving into a growling puddle of sated vampire.

Xander opened his eyes when Spike moved off him to stand. The young man blinked once when a slim, pale hand reached down to help him up. "The groceries," Xander said stupidly as he emptied his palms of the grass he'd pulled up during their...interlude. It was obvious that sod didn't provide quite the resistance he needed to tangle with Spike.

Spike rolled his eyes. "The groceries are fine," He told Xander as they returned to the front door. "See? Nothing gone, not even those damnedable Froot Loops."

"Oh, shut up about the Froot Loops," Xander muttered. He picked up the bags and opened the door, heading up the stairs. Spike waited until he was a few steps up before knocking the boy's ass with his head. Xander slipped, but Spike caught him. "What's the big idea, Fang-boy?" Xander asked angrily. "Trying to kill me?"

"Nine," Spike said gently as he righted Xander. "Here, I'll help." The blonde took several bags and waited for Xander to continue his ascent. After a moment, Xander did so.

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