"Can't drown, vampire remember?" Spike muttered, reaching for the knobs. Xander used Spike's distraction to move himself, turning around and slipping through the blonde's spread legs. "Hold still..." Spike said, twisting to see what Xander was doing.

"You hold still," Xander retorted, situating himself in the tub. It was still completely dark in the bathroom, so the human resorted to feeling his way around blindly. Spike didn't seem to mind, since that meant Xander's hands were groping and sliding along his water-warmed skin, fingernails dragging here and there. "Get down here," Xander said, pushing at the backs of Spike's knees. Spike, still slightly dazed from Xander's earlier ministrations, aquiesced and fell to his knees, enjoying being partially submerged in the still warm and soapy water.

Xander smirked into the inky darkness. Time to get some of his own back from the cocky vampire--and show him that while vampires might not be able to drown... He shook his head to clear way those evil thoughts and raised himself up, plastering his chest to Spike's back.

Spike let his head fall back onto Xander's shoulder. Tricky human hands wound their way along his arms, massaging warm-cool skin before moving across to tweak pale nipples. "Lean forward," Xander whispered, pushing gently at Spike until the vampire was resting on his hands and knees--just where Xander wanted him.

Xander sat back, tucking his legs neatly underneath himself before leaning forward slightly. He ran his face along one perfectly smooth cheek, enjoying the way Spike groaned at the intimate contact.

Then he attacked.

"Fuck!" Spike yelped as Xander pulled apart his ass cheeks and pushed his impossibly hot tongue straight into the vampire's clenched hole. Xander rarely indulged Spike in this particular form of torture, even though the man was rather adept at it. Yellow eyes crossed as that nimble tongue flickered and laved its way around crinkled flesh, probing and darting randomly.

Xander let his fingers dig into Spike's flesh hard enough to bring bruises even to the immortal's tough skin. Spike wasn't about to notice it anyway; from the way he was whimpering and mewling, Xander knew Spike was way too far gone to care. Every lick, suck and kiss pulled another plaintive cry from the vampire's lips; the wiry demon's body worked itself back demanding ever more. Xander briefly wondered if Spike even knew how wantonly submissive he was being. Probably not; he'd have at least attempted to maintain some form of dignity if he had.

As it was, Spike was now begging--nothing elaborate, just whispered demands for more and harder and stop and don't and all sorts of things he hoped would convince Xander to just fuck him already. Or do that again, where his tongue twisted just so and oh fuck when did Xander learn to do THAT?

Xander smirked and repeated the technique several times, until Spike, arms trembling, fell further forward and into the water. Now the bathroom was silent but for the sound of Xander's mouth sucking on tender skin; Spike might have been talking still but no sound came from the demon's water-filled lungs.

Spike tried to hiss as soapy water slid down his throat, burning his lungs and eyes. Realizing that Xander wasn't about to stop, or even slow down and let him recover, Spike didn't bother trying to regain his balance. Instead he rested his head in his hands and panted quite literally breathlessly, bitter water sliding across his tongue and through his fangs. The stinging pain of diluted soap faded into the background as Xander redoubled his efforts, a thumb pushing into the vampire's hole to hold him open. The other four fingers of that hand curled down to press on Spike's perineum, teasing the base of his balls. Just the tiniest bit more pressure and...

Xander froze, tongue pressed at Spike's hole. The vampire's body shuddered and pushed back frantically, but Xander stayed stock still. As soon as he could feel Spike attempt to get up, Xander pushed his tongue inside one more time, jabbed his fingers hard and pulled down with his thumb.

Spike screamed as his body convulsed, cold seed spurting into the bathwater. Warm, blunt fingers milked his balls as that devilish tongue soothed and eased him back from oblivion.

"One hundred and one," Xander said, grinning, as Spike sat up and emptied his lungs of copious amounts of water.

"Fucker," Spike growled, his voice almost incomprehensible.

Xander's face twisted in confusion. "Did you say something, Spike? I couldn't understand you--you shouldn't talk with your mouth full."