Of course, it didn't hurt that Spike managed to be intensely erotic, even in sleep. Xander knew he had to look completely ridiculous when he slept; after all, he drooled and snored when he was the slightest bit congested and had a tendency to splay out with his arms and legs all over the place. But where he sprawled, Spike draped. Even in repose, the vampire was a study in elegance. The curving line of his leg as it crossed Xander's was a perfect combination of angles and bows, of shadowed light and complete darkness. And Spike never snored, sniffled or drooled. He didn't mutter and grind his teeth, or smack his lips. The blonde slept the sleep of the dead; no breath, no movement. Xander was fairly sure that if left alone, Spike wouldn't move from the time he fell asleep until he woke up. The only reason he moved now was because Xander shifted in his sleep and forced Spike to accommodate.

Xander loved the fact that he woke up for work while Spike was asleep. It was close enough to sunrise for the vampire to be naturally groggy, as opposed to the unnatural rest he got with Xander during the night. This morning in particular Spike was lying with one arm underneath Xander's head and the other tucked at the small of the young man's back. His head was resting on Xander's chest, a solid weight pressing just above his heart. Xander fancied that his heartbeat had lulled Spike into his slumber, even though he also knew it was a foolish thought.

Unfortunately, Xander had to get ready for work. A shower at the minimum, and a shave would probably be a good idea as well. The brunette shifted onto his side, grinning when Spike melted around him, instantly conforming to his new position. Now the blonde's head was tucked into his shoulder, one arm reaching up to the headboard while the other draped over Xander's waist. Xander moved again, trying to sit up. Spike curled in around him, pressing his face into Xander's hip as he simultaneously sought out the warm spot the boy had vacated. The blonde's legs bent at the hip and knee, interlacing with Xander's. He might have gotten his upper body free, but Spike had him well pinned at the legs.

Xander glanced at his alarm clock, which he'd somehow failed to set. He had plenty of time to spare, so perhaps he could have a bit of fun with Spike before going off to work. He eased himself back down onto the bed, pushing Spike around until the vampire was out of his old spot. Then, before Spike could pin him down again, Xander shifted down the bed, pressing his face into Spike's chest. The vampire's arms wrapped around his shoulders, pressing him tight against cold skin. The young man managed to push himself farther down, until he reached Spike's groin. The vampire's cock was flaccid, sleep-soft and pale. With a smile, Xander opened his mouth.

Spike felt warmth leave him, so he chased it. The lovely, humany scents returned as he curled around his bedmate, dreaming of tanned skin and dark eyes. In his dreams there was a beautiful young man, all blood and sweat, who was always willing, always there. A frown marred Spike's face as that delicious heat abandoned him again. He traced it to its source, using his legs to keep that pretty boy with him. When his lover moved again, he held on, refusing to let such a perfect thing go.

Then, movement... and searing heat. Electricity danced through him as his body was jolted into wakefulness. Almost burning warmth was pulling at his cock, teasing him to hardness. Warm and wet and tight, Spike held onto his dream lover, not wanting to open his eyes and run the sensations away. He thrust slowly, languidly, following the rhythm set by that naughty mouth, those silky lips.

Xander glanced up when he heard Spike moan softly. The blonde still looked asleep, although he was struggling with it. Xander relaxed his jaw slightly, letting Spike move freely within him. He could never get enough of this, of the taste of Spike on his tongue. He knew it was obsessive and disturbed of him to think it, but the many flavors of his lover's body were quickly surpassing everything else in his life as his favorite foods. He'd rather lie in bed with Spike, licking, sucking and kissing, than do almost anything, including hunt down the perfect chocolate bar. Besides, no matter how well he licked it, chocolate bars didn't sound like that, didn't groan noises that might just be his name, or clench trembling fingers in his hair. They also didn't have heavy, come-swollen balls and impossibly smooth skin. They also didn't kiss like Spike did.

Spike stilled, not wanting to come just yet. This satiny heat was far too enjoyable to rush. But that mouth, it tightened on him, the wet tongue stroking him moved faster and he was helpless against it, cries falling like leaves as those liquid lips demanded his lust, ordered him to climax. And what could he do but obey, when his master was so generous?

Xander pulled back slightly as Spike came, narrowly avoiding the single, deep thrust that signaled the vampire's orgasm. Cold, coppery come filled his mouth and he swallowed slowly, letting the fluid linger on his tongue. Then he eased his way back up the bed, to face a now-awakened Spike.

Spike opened one heavy eyelid in time to see Xander lean forward for a kiss. They shared a come-slickened meeting of tongues as Xander very softly slapped the vampire's flank. "Six," Xander murmured as he rolled out of bed to take a shower.

Spike lay in bed, dazed and languid. He couldn't have moved if an army of Slayers marched in carrying stakes soaked in holy water. Perhaps if he fell asleep before Xander got out of the shower, the boy would wake him up again.