Backfire - Spander Files

sharp fang, causing a prick and a few drops of blood to flow.
“For now,” Xander answered. Spike tried to hide his disappointment as he nodded,
but Xander saw it anyway.
They stripped each other with precision, both careful not to disrupt their healing
wounds. Gripping each other’s aching cocks, they took their time to appreciate the
passion in their touch.
Xander wondered briefly if this would be the last time he would touch Spike.
Spike's brain didn't stop to worry about such trivialities. Their strokes were harder
than they had been the day before in the tunnel. Xander felt a pang of
disappointment that he wasn’t healed quite enough to have Spike inside of him. The
longing in his vampire’s gold eyes reflected that need.
The eye contact only broke when Spike leaned into his scar and broke the skin as
they came. He didn’t take much blood, as he knew that Xander had very little to
spare. He closed the bite quickly, slipped out of game-face and attached himself to
Xander’s lips.
Xander thought of nothing but the kiss. And for a while, just a little while, the burn
was gone. But of course, the moment that Xander let himself believe that it was
over, his Angel-scar made its presence known again with several lightening bolt
shots of pain, then the familiar continuous throbbing that immediately burned
throughout his body.
Xander heard a whimper, but wasn’t shocked it had come from himself. The
fucking uncontrollable tears fell and mingled with the saliva on their lips. Xander
pulled away when he felt a third kind of wetness, one that tasted of blood and salt.
He knew instantly that the wetness on Spike’s cheeks was the vampire’s own tears.
Then Spike said something that he had never said before and would never say
again. “I’m sorry.”
It was so soft, and Spike choked on it before he could finish both words, but Xander
heard him anyway. Instead of responding, Xander occupied himself with trying to
find something to clean themselves off with.