Spikedluv's Scribblin'

~BtVS/Ats: The Seduction of Spike~

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Reaping the Reward
by Spikedluv

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Chapter Sixteen

Things were back to what passed for normal for Xander and William on Wednesday. They woke up at their usual time to the scent of freshly brewing coffee wafting through the apartment. When the radio went off, Xander, who still wasn’t used to how lovely it felt waking up next to William, wrapped his fingers around the other man’s morning erection as he nuzzled into his neck. William came awake with a moan, nostrils flaring, and eyelids slowly lifting to reveal eyes glazed by sleep and desire.

“Morning,” Xander whispered, and then planted a light, teasing kiss on William’s lips.

“Mornin’,” William rasped. “God, Xan,” he groaned, as Xander disappeared beneath the sheet and took him into his mouth.

Xander licked and sucked William’s wonderfully responsive cock, which jumped at each touch of his tongue and lips. The grunts and groans issuing from William’s mouth spurred Xander on, his only thought to make his lover scream his name in pleasure. He softly kneaded William’s balls as he licked pre-come off the tip of his cockhead, then gently tugged on them. His fingers trailed behind the sac as he sucked on the head, twirling his tongue around the ridge and pressing the tip against the bundle of nerves.

“Xander, please,” William breathlessly begged, his fingers unconsciously combing through Xander’s hair as he spread his legs for him.

In response, Xander lowered his head, taking in as much of William’s length as he could. He bobbed his head up and down the shaft, noisily licking and sucking, coating it with saliva, and relaxing his throat so he could take more in each time he descended on William while his fingers continued to tease his perineum and the pucker that fluttered every time Xander rubbed a finger over it. On his last downward stroke, Xander took William in until his nose was buried in the coarse curls. At the same time he swallowed around his cock, Xander slipped one finger into William’s dry hole.

William’s hips bucked and he screamed as his orgasm rushed through him and into Xander’s waiting mouth. Xander swallowed as his lover’s seed poured down his throat, then pulled back so that the thick fluid coated his tongue and filled his mouth. He continued to lick and suck until William was empty, then let his softening penis slip from between his lips. He crawled up William’s body and kissed him as if he could devour him with lips and tongue, his hands gripping his lover’s silken tresses, his erection pressing into his hip.

“Xander...” William’s voice was still breathless. “Let me do you.” He reached for Xander’s penis.

“No,” Xander groaned against soft and slightly swollen lips as he pumped against William. “Won’t last... Fuck!” he cried, as he stiffened and his climax ripped through him.

They lay silent, their breathing evening out as they recovered. “We could probably spend Thanksgiving with Cordy...and Angel,” Xander gasped breathlessly, feeling generous after loving William.

“Whatever you want, Xan,” William replied. “Just wanna be wherever you are.”

“Want that, too,” Xander mumbled, his limbs tightening around William. “Don’t leave me,” he whispered.

“Not gonna leave you, Xan. Love you,” William reassured him.

“Good. Love you, too,” Xander said, burying his face in William’s neck as he unconsciously fingered the cross.

“That’s good,” William whispered back.

The two men staggered to the bathroom and shared the shower, lovingly washing each other between tender kisses that would have turned passionate if either of them had the energy. They drank their coffee on the balcony, snuggled together on the lounge chair as Xander divided up the morning paper; Arts & Entertainment for William, the funnies for him.

For lunch, William chose a small café they hadn’t tried before. After they’d eaten, Xander walked William to Prologue where he flirted with a new girl who worked there part-time while attending a community college, and who reminded him of Dawn, then kissed his lover goodbye before heading to O’Reilly’s for the dinner crowd.

The night was busy, and though his shift was over, Xander stayed behind the bar until William arrived, at which time he pulled two drafts and joined his lover on the other side of the bar where they chatted with the other customers and wait staff. When the pool table freed up, they played a couple games of pool, then headed for the diner.

At the diner, William slid onto the bench seat beside Xander. Though he was surprised, since they usually sat across from each other, Xander didn’t say anything until after they ordered and William reached out to take his hand. “You all right?” he asked softly, squeezing the hand he held.

“Yeah,” William said with a self-deprecating smile and a shy tilt of his head. “Just feeling...I don’t know...” He shrugged. “Full.” He rubbed his chest right over his heart. “Love you,” he said.

“I love you, too,” Xander said, leaning closer to him and kissing him.

*~*~*
Thursday started out normally, with a rousing round of wake-up sex, a shared shower, a quick read of the newspaper over coffee, lunch, and the walk to Prologue. But now he was in the training room with Gunn...and Angel. He and Gunn had been training for half an hour when Angel showed up. At first the dark vampire just watched them train, with weapons and then hand-to-hand. Then he’d started to pace, and even Xander, who didn’t know him that well, could tell he had something on his mind.

He held up his hand to call a halt to his spar with Gunn, and turned to Angel. “What?” he asked irritably.

“Nothing,” Angel said unconvincingly.

“That’s not a nothing-face,” Xander responded. “Just spit it out. Your...looming is affecting my concentration.”

“It’s just...you need to keep your left arm up,” Angel said.

“What?” Xander asked, confused.

“Y-your left arm,” Angel said, lifting his own left arm. “If you’ve got a weakness, it’s your left side. You need to protect it...” He made a motion of dissatisfaction with his own explanation. “Keep sparring, I’ll show you what I mean.”

With a frown, Xander turned back to Gunn and shrugged. The two men started again, though Xander was stiff at first, part of his attention remaining on Angel. Soon he was forced to concentrate on Gunn, and he forgot about Angel. Suddenly, there was movement to his left. Angel held his wrist in an iron grip, his fist halted inches from Xander’s face. Xander, breathless, eyed it anxiously.

“I could have just as easily broken your ribs,” he said, letting go of Xander’s wrist and stepping back. “Or slid a knife between them. You’ve managed to compensate for the loss of eyesight on your left in your everyday life, but in a fight, it’s different because there’s so much going on at once. You can’t afford to drop your guard.” He glanced at Gunn. “Didn’t mean to interrupt. Keep going.”

“Actually,” Gunn said, “it’d be a big help if you’d stay. We’ve found that a little two-on-one sparring can be helpful. Why don’t we do a little of that now? We’ll take turns being the one. Staffs?” he asked the two men who stared back at him in surprise. That was the day Angel started joining Xander and Gunn for training.

When he saw William at O’Reilly’s that night, he wished he could jump over the bar and get a hug. William, who seemed to be able to read him so easily, smiled at him as he placed a beer in front of him. “What’s wrong?” he asked.

Xander sighed at his own transparency. “Angel joined me and Gunn for training,” he whined.

William laughed, then sobered. “I’m sorry,” he said. “Was it horrible?”

Xander curled his lips. “No. I guess not. It was actually...illuminating. Bastard! And I did get a punch in.” His face lit up. “I think he’ll bruise. For a couple hours, anyway. Of course, on the flip side, I thought I broke my hand.” He looked down at the offending appendage, curling it into a fist, and then shaking it out.

He looked up at William who was struggling to keep a straight face. “Go ahead, laugh,” he groused.

“Not gonna laugh, luv,” William insisted. “I’ll kiss it and make it better, though, if you want.”

“Really?” Xander asked. “I fell on my ass a couple times, too,” he said, waggling his eyebrows.

William’s eyes went wide as he ran them over the portion of Xander’s body visible above the bar. “Not nice to tease, luv,” he said hoarsely.

“Not teasing,” Xander said, looking at his watch. “I get off in about four hours.” He smirked as he moved down the bar.

“Yes, you will,” William muttered.

Xander kept an eye on William while he worked. Not because he was worried about him, but because he couldn’t keep his thoughts off him, or his eye from straying in his direction every time he caught the low timber of his voice, or a bark of laughter. The other man chatted up the bar patrons and Xander’s co-workers, then spent some time at the pool table. In between, he’d return to the bar to smile at Xander, turning his legs to jelly, and to get a fresh drink. It continued to amaze him that someone so sweet and sexy actually existed, much less was really his. Well, the guy part was still pretty amazing, too, but that this desirable creature loved him persisted in astounding him.

After closing and cleaning up, Xander and William shared a drink with Molly and Paulie, who were the only ones left in the bar at closing time. They walked the two to their cars, and then headed for the diner. It was a shock when they actually ran into a vampire on the way. First, they hadn’t seen any vampires since the night William ripped the vampire’s heart out several days ago, and secondly, there was just the one.

Xander stared at it, then turned to William in shock. “You want it?” he asked the other man.

“Nah, you go ahead,” William said magnanimously. “Unless you’re tired. I mean, you trained earlier, and just got off work. Want me to take it?”

“Only if you want to,” Xander said. “You’re not going to freak, are you?” he asked worriedly.

“Don’t think so,” William replied.

“Good,” Xander said. “Go ahead. It might be cathartic.”

“Cathartic?” William questioned.

“Therapeutic,” Xander clarified.

“You think I need therapy?” William asked.

“No! I meant... Where’s he going?” Xander asked, staring at the retreating vampire.

“I think you both need therapy,” they heard it mutter.

“Hey!” William yelled. “Did you hear that?” He turned to Xander. “You gonna let it talk about me, er, us, that way?”

“It would probably be bad to let it get away with that,” he mused. “Don’t want it to start a precedent.” He pulled the stake out of his pocket, hefted it in his right hand, then tossed it at the vampire’s unprotected back. It lodged in its back, piercing the heart, and the vamp dissolved into a cloud of dust. Xander walked over and retrieved his stake, turning as William caught up to him. “That was almost anticlimactic,” he said.

“My hero,” William said, clasping his hands together.

“Do I get a reward?” Xander asked, re-pocketing the stake and taking William’s hand.

“I thought virtue was its own reward,” William countered.

“Virtue can be overrated,” Xander said, pulling William against him and kissing his neck.

“Oh, most definitely,” William concurred, tilting his head and moaning as Xander sucked on his sensitive flesh.

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The two men ate breakfast and chatted with Sally, then rushed home. As soon as they walked through the door, William tossed his jacket over the back of one of the chairs and headed for the kitchen. “Drink?” he asked Xander.

“Just water, thanks,” Xander said, dropping his jacket on William’s and heading for the bathroom. “I’ll be right out.”

“‘Kay,” William replied, his voice muffled from having his head stuck in the refrigerator.

Xander went to the bathroom and cleaned himself, then brushed his teeth. When he returned to the living room, William was sitting on the couch waiting for him. There was a glass of ice water on the end table, and William had already removed his shirt and shoes. He relaxed into the lumpy couch, the fingers of one hand playing with the button at his waistband.

“Undress for me, Xander,” he said.

Xander’s breath caught. He wasn’t sure if it was the sight of William’s sculpted chest, or the sound of his husky voice that piqued his desire. His hands went to the buttons on his shirt, and he slowly slipped them as he watched William lightly run his fingers over his chest and abdomen. Xander unbuttoned all the buttons he could reach, then pulled the shirt out of his pants and unbuttoned the rest.

The shirt hung open over his ribbed undershirt as he unbuttoned the cuffs. With a small movement of his shoulders, the shirt slipped down his arms and pooled at his feet. He toed his shoes off, and unbuckled his belt, slowly pulling it out of the belt loops, then tossing it to the floor. He tugged the undershirt out of his waistband, lifted it, then pulled it off. When his head cleared the material, he saw that William had unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and was lightly rubbing his erection through his boxers.

Xander let his hands glide over his chest and stomach, his fingers stroking, then pinching and pulling his nipples into hard nubs. He placed his fingers at the base of his throat, and took his time dragging them down his torso to his waistband. With a flick he unbuttoned his pants, then pulled the zip down. He shoved the pants over his hips and down his legs, then stepped out of them. He stood before William in just his tented boxers and socks.

William groaned and shoved his hand further down inside his pants, frantically squeezing and pulling at flesh that had been semi-erect since Xander unwittingly suggesting this evening’s plans. “Everything,” he ground out.

Xander bent to pull his socks off, then slid the boxers down, letting them drop to the floor and then kicking them aside. He stood with his arms at his sides, feet slightly apart, watching William watch him. His hard cock stood out from his body, a pearlescent drop decorating the red, swollen tip. The sight of William with his hand inside his pants made him want to leap over the cheap coffee table, push the other man back on the sofa, and rip his clothes off him so he could take his sweet cock into his mouth.

Xander started breathing erratically and his eye glazed as William shoved his boxers down enough for the head of his penis to peak over the waistband. He rubbed his fingers over the weeping top, and then his hand slipped inside the boxers to stroke himself. Xander moaned, clenching his fists tightly to keep from moving.

“Touch yourself for me,” William rasped, shoving his boxers and pants down far enough to free his cock and balls, the elastic band pushing his sac up.

Xander couldn’t get his fingers around his cock fast enough. Oh, God, he silently groaned as he stroked himself with one hand. He spread his legs a little bit more and reached between his legs to fondle his balls with the other hand. He couldn’t believe how hot he’d gotten from stripping for William. Or maybe it was the sound of William’s voice, or the little noises he made, or the sight of him half-naked on the couch with his cock in his hand.

“T-turn around,” William commanded, his voice husky with arousal.

Xander slowly turned until his back was facing William. His fingers were still busy on his cock, but he placed his other hand on one butt cheek, rubbing and kneading the taut flesh teasingly, throwing his head back and moaning, then turning his head so he could look at William over his shoulder, his bottom lip seductively caught between his teeth. Eye locked on William’s, normally a brilliant blue, now black with desire, Xander bent a little to spread his cheeks, arched his back, and ran a finger up and down his cleft.

“Hell, Xander,” William grunted, his hand speeding up. Xander stroked his finger tip over the pucker, gauging William’s reaction as carefully as he could with his own hand pulling at his straining cock, then slipped his finger into his hole, moaning loudly as William froze, and then erupted. “Fuck, Xan!” The other man threw his head back and cried out as his cock pulsed and shot thick, white fluid over his hand and stomach.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Xander uttered reverently.

William’s eyes, once again a bright blue that Xander could drown in, fluttered open, and he smiled the smile of a man utterly replete, exhausted, and in love.

“Oh...fuck,” Xander ground out between clenched teeth as his body tensed, and then shuddered as he found his release, his come exploding over his hand and splashing onto the floor. He absently thanked the gods of poverty that they hadn’t put a rug down as he staggered backwards and dropped onto the coffee table which groaned alarmingly. He let himself fall backwards until his head was resting on William’s leg. “Will,” he groaned.

“Mmmm?” William replied, lifting his hand so he could pull the elastic out of Xander’s hair and run his fingers through the sweat-dampened locks.

“Love you,” Xander managed to get out.

William snorted. “Love you, too.” The two men lay in a silent puddle of goo as their muscles recovered. “Can you move yet?” William asked, moving his leg enough to jiggle Xander’s head.

“Do I have to?” he asked with a pout.

“Yeah,” William replied, drawing the word out. “I still have plans for you.”

Xander’s stomach clenched involuntarily at William’s tone. “You do?” he asked, swallowing hard.

“Mmm hmm,” William responded, the hand in Xander’s hair becoming less gentle as his fingers tangled, and fisted, tugging and tilting Xander’s head back. “If you’ll remember, I promised to kiss it and make it better.” He leaned forward and lowered his head until his lips barely brushed Xander’s, his breath hot on his face. “Get on your knees, Xander.”

The command sent tendrils of electricity spiraling through Xander’s body and straight to his groin. “William?” he asked, breathlessly.

William loosened his hold on Xander’s hair and gave him a gentle shove. Xander sat up, and turned to look at William. “Where...?”

“Right there,” William said, standing and moving to the end of the coffee table with only a slight wobble. He shoved his jeans and boxers off, then used the boxers to wipe his hand and stomach clean. “Xander,” William said, when Xander had yet to move.

Xander rolled to his hands and knees on the coffee table, his body trembling. He wasn’t sure if it was from his previous climax, or William’s tone. Christ, the man could turn him to jelly with a look. Add in the sound of his voice, and Xander was a goner.

“Spread your legs,” William commanded, dropping to his knees behind Xander. He gripped the edges of the table with his hands and slid his knees apart. Before he realized his intent, William was holding his hips and pressing his lips against his buttocks. He kissed, and licked, and sucked, and bit his way across both of Xander’s cheeks, his lips coming tantalizingly close to his hole before moving away, leaving Xander moaning in frustration as his cock hardened.

“Yesss,” Xander hissed, as William spread his cheeks and allowed a brush of warm air to blow over his hole. The teasing breath was followed by a barely-there graze of his tongue. And then another. “William!” Xander cried, pressing back in an urgent plea for more. William could be such a tease, and he really wanted the man’s tongue on his ass, pressed deeply inside him. The thought of it alone had him hardening, tightening. If only he would...

William began to noisily lap at his hole, and Xander screamed when he closed his lips around it and sucked. He panted as William alternated between licking and sucking on him, then cried out again when William stabbed his tongue inside him. “Oh, God, yes, Will, please, more,” Xander urged him on as William’s tongue became the center of his universe. His arms began to shake with the strain of holding himself up under William’s onslaught.

Xander reached for his cock, knowing it would only take a touch to send him over. William batted his hand away, and Xander wailed as he was denied release. “William, please,” he begged. “For God’s...” He broke off and screamed as William’s hot hand wrapped around his swollen, aching penis, and with three hard pulls, brought him off.

His body stiffened and froze, and then his cock was spurting his release onto the coffee table beneath him. He felt bereft as William’s touch deserted him, and he let his head drop to the coffee table as his body was wracked by post-orgasmic tremors. The soft sounds of skin-on-skin and moans as William worked himself toward his own orgasm finally breached the haze surrounding Xander. He moved his head so he could see behind him.

William was lying on the floor, eyes slitted, tongue caught between his teeth as a self-satisfied grin graced his face. His hands were busy between his legs, but both eyes were on Xander. “You are fucking gorgeous,” he said, panting as he neared release.

“Stop,” Xander commanded, and William froze. Xander slid around on the coffee table and crawled off the end to straddle William’s body. “I think that’s mine,” he said, and took William into his mouth as he’d wanted to do earlier.

“Oh, God, yes, yours, Xan,” William babbled, his hands going to Xander’s head as Xander worked him unmercifully with hands and mouth, tongue and teeth, until William was writhing beneath him begging for Xander to finish him off. With one last, hard suck, Xander complied. William exploded into his mouth with a cry of relief. Xander sucked and swallowed until he milked William dry, then let his softening penis fall from his lips.

He crawled up William’s body, and pressed himself against the other man’s quivering flesh. Xander rolled to the side and pulled William with him, wrapping his arms around him and holding him tightly. “Have I told you today how much I love you?” he asked.

“You might’ve mentioned it...once or twice,” William replied languorously. “But I never get tired of hearing it,” he added, as his arm slipped around Xander’s waist.

“I love you,” Xander whispered. “Always love you.”

Continued in Chapter Seventeen

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