Xander returned from work, not covered in plaster dust as he once was, but still looking crisp in his tailored suit. His client meeting had gone well, and the dinner even better. He stepped into his apartment, hoping for, but not expecting company. What met his eyes was better than his imagination could cook up.

Spike was sprawled in the still-orange chair of several repairs. His duster was tossed on the couch, and his dusty boots lay to one side. One muscular arm was behind his head and the fingers of the other hand were lazily wrapped around the neck of a beer bottle, it’s base resting on the chair arm. A Bond movie blared on the flat screen TV.

Xander put his briefcase down, shed his jacket, and rushed to where Spike sat. “Spike! I wasn’t expecting you!”

“Shut up, Whelp, he’s about to blow something up.” Without looking at him, Spike grabbed Xander’s arm and pulled him down, gathering him in his lap. Xander had long ago learned to forget how awkward it would look and relaxed into how wonderful it felt. The arm that was behind Spike’s head was now around his waist. The beer bottle, after a long drink, was now cooling his hip. Xander tucked his head into Spike’s neck and breathed in the musk that was particularly Spike.

The music built, explosions thumped over the surround sound, and Spike cheered. “Now, how was your day,” he said, finally looking down at Xander. Xander didn’t look up, just continued to relax in his lover’s embrace. “Oi! I’m talking to you,” Spike put the cold bottle against Xander’s neck, making him emerge from his musky Spike happy place.

He raised his head to meet sparkling blue eyes. “Things all done blowing up?”

“Yep. Blowed up real good.”

“Good. I get kisses now,” Spike somehow sat the bottle down on the end table without looking and pulled Xander to him with both arms.

Soon, clothing was tossed aside and they fell into one of their favorite positions.

Spike sat back in the chair, his legs spread wide, and hard cock presented. Xander swung a leg over the chair, facing away from Spike and put his hands on the raised footrest. Hungrily, Spike ran his hands over Xander’s firm ass, leaning up to kiss and nip at his legs and ass as he touched him. “You look so good, Love.”

“I love the way you touch me, Spike.”

“Do you want me?”

“Yes.”

“Want me… inside you?”

Xander groaned, welcoming this familiar tease. “God, yes, Spike.”

Spike easily located the lube in its habitual place in the drawer of the end table. He flipped the lid and watched Xander’s pucker wink in anticipation. His long finger slipped in easily. “You can mongoose any time, Pet.”

Xander chuckled and pressed back into Spike’s gentle hands asking for more. Soon three fingers were working in and out of Xander. His head was down and his weight rested on locked arms. Spike had a wonderful view of Xander’s hard cock as it drooled and jumped. Spike felt his lover’s legs begin to strain at the spread stance. “Is that enough?”

“No. No. I need more. It want you.”

This, too was part of their game, their ritual. “More fingers? My tongue?”

“No. No. I want your cock, Spike. I want you buried inside me. Fuck me!”

Spike quickly coated his cock with lube, took Xander’s hips in his hands, and guided him down. Xander reached back and found Spike’s waiting cock. The vampire hissed in a breath at the first touch of his lover’s hot hands. Xander positioned the slick shaft at his entrance. As slowly as he could bear, not wanting to rush, Xander sank down, taking Spike deep within himself. He leaned back, bringing his legs forward to press against the sides of the chair.

Like this, they could not move much, but that wasn’t the point. Xander leaned back, twisting his head to meet Spike’s hungry lips. He pressed down and back, and Spike thrust upwards, both wanting him as deep as was possible.

“Missed you, Spike,” Xander murmured.

“You, too, Xander. Hush now.” Spike nipped and licked at Xander’s neck.

Xander tilted his head, presenting a smooth expanse of throat. “I bet you’re hungry after your travels.”

“God, Xander,” Spike cursed. “What you do to me.”

“Me? I’m just a glorified vamp… brick layer. You’re a demon. Good thing I trust you.” Xander rolled his head, making the muscles in his neck play and flex. “You’ve got me so good. I couldn’t ever get away.”

A crackle in Xander’s ear was almost enough to send him over the edge. A low growl started in Spike’s chest. He suddenly wrapped his arms around Xander and slammed him back against his chest. His right hand pressed over Xander’s heart, and his left was around his waist. At the shift, Spike’s cock hit Xander’s prostate. Xander gripped the arms of the chair, whimpering.

Spike said nothing, but sniffed at Xander’s presented throat like a tiger scenting its prey. His breath blew cool against Xander’s neck, shifting the dark hair that curled against it. Xander could feel the continued rumble as Spike growled, occasionally coughing like a tiger warming off a rival. Xander remained as still as still as he could as Spike acted like the predator he was. He watched out of the corner of his sight as Spike’s golden eyes sized up his neck, mouth open and panting as if scenting. Spike flexed and his cock shifted within him. Xander couldn’t help but respond, shifting his hips slightly so the sweet spot was pressed again. This triggered the monster to strike.

Spike opened his mouth wide, drew his head back, and struck at the human trembling around him. As slowly as things had been happening before, everything happened at once. Spike wrapped his hand around Xander’s cock as his fangs slipped into hot flesh. A crying moan was wrung from Xander as he felt his long-absent lover claiming him again. The cold, sharp pain of the fangs sinking into his flesh were as sweet to him as the burn as Spike’s cock sunk into his ass.

Spike held Xander close, monitoring his thundering, ragged heat beat as he drew the smallest of tastes. His lover’s blood hit him with more power than a crested wave on the sea. He forced his head away from Xander’s neck as a howl of pleasure was wrung from him.

As he bit, Xander started to come. His muscles gripped and pulled Spike’s deeply-buried cock as the warmth of his lover’s blood flowed through the vampire. His hips bucked, stroking that spot again and again, pumping out his own pent-up seed. Through it all, he never stopped working Xander’s cock.

Xander rode on wave after wave of pleasure, until his cock was wrung dry, and his heart was skipping beats.

Spike abandoned Xander’s softening cock. Carefully, he lifted his lover and allowed his spent cock to slip out with sighs of disappointment and loss from both of them. He pulled Xander back to rest against him, urging him to put his feet up on the rest between is own. Spike reached down beside him and located the warm fleece throw. With a flip, he unfurled the blanket, allowing it to settle over Xander. He brought his legs up to rest along side Xander’s, tucked in what of his lover he could reach, and settled back, listening as the heart beat leveled and slowed.

“Hey, Spike,” Xander mumbled. “Glad you’re home.” He found Spike's hand and laced the narrow fingers with his broad ones.

He kissed the sleeping human’s ear and sighed. “Me, too. Pet. Me, too." He didn’t think he could ever leave this again. He couldn’t wait for Xander to wake up to tell him so, and to rib him for forgetting their anniversary.