Backfire - Spander Files

“What do you need, Xander?” He felt the cool breath against his lips, and he
quivered despite the heat in the rest of his body.
“Need to move.”
“No. What else do you need?”
Xander licked his lips. Feeling the presence of the other set of lips so near his, but
not actually touching. And the stroking remained slow. And good.
"Touch me. Faster. More." But Spike's hand wouldn't move any faster. Xander tried
to rack his brain to figure out what he needed. What did Spike want to hear? On the
tip of his tongue was, fuck me fuck me fuck me hard now hard fast fuck, but what
came out was,
“Bite me.” And the world came flooding back into view when the gold eyes were
gone and the fangs pierced his neck. Xander’s blood was pulled from his body in
several sharp gulps before they both came - Xander screaming and Spike moaning.
They stayed that way. Completely still. Hands still clasped around each other, and
teeth buried in Xander’s neck. Finally Xander’s head fell further to the left and his
eyes focused on Angel.
The other vampire was just as still. Watching them. And the look wasn’t anger or
fear or disgust or contempt. It was a new emotion that Xander hadn’t seen before.
Concern.
Xander’s eyes started to roll up, but stopped when he saw the glint of silver on the
nightstand. A key. He slowly let go of their softening penises and Spike let him.
The teeth came out of Xander’s neck, but the mouth stayed where it was, lapping at
the closing wound.
Xander reached up and took the key in his hand. He tossed it with the best aim he
could muster and heard it skid along the floor, stopping hopefully close to Angel.
Then, despite the 48 hours of unconsciousness that he had just awoke from an hour
before, he fell asleep.