Spike nodded his agreement, sidling up to Xander with agile grace. The boy drifted into his arms without comment, leaning heavily on the vampire's unmoving chest. "Wanna fuck?" Spike asked lightly, still admiring the evening.

Xander laughed. "Oh, you are a charmer. 'Wanna fu--" Before Xander could continue his mocking echo of Spike's question, the blonde had him turned around, pressed against a nearby tree, and half-naked. In Spike's opinion, Xander's voice sounded better when muffled by his tongue. After all, groans were a beautiful thing when made this way.

The first thing Xander noticed about the change in his situation was that Spike's mouth still tasted like him from the last time they'd kissed. The second thing was that tree bark was very uncomfortable against bare skin. His squirms prompted Spike to drape his duster over Xander's shoulders. "Put your arms in," Spike hissed as he released the boy. Xander obeyed as the vampire removed the rest of his lover's clothes, the speed of his movements in counterpoint to their tenderness.

Xander fumbled through the duster's pockets, finding a tube of slick just as Spike reached for him again. Their lips came together in a kiss flavored with desperation, cool fingers sliding inside Xander's warmer body in time to the thrust and parry of their tongues. Xander's eyes, when they were open, were drawn to the way Spike's skin seemed to glow under the night sky, illuminated by a few stars and a sliver of moonlight.

Spike abandoned his preparation of Xander and picked the boy up, growling his approval as strong legs wrapped around his waist. He positioned his cock, but made no move. Finally, Xander began to lower himself, his weight forcing the vampire deep inside. Xander broke their kiss to gasp for air, his face a twisted portrait of concentration and need.

"Spike," Xander gasped, panting as the blonde pushed inside him. "Move. Please."

Spike obediently began to move, lifting Xander to meet him. He found the boy's mouth again, stroking their tongues together as their bodies slowly slid and pushed towards completion. Each thrust and drag elicited moans from both men as heat and coolness blended together in a lust-slickened aria.

When Spike dragged his blunt teeth over Xander's neck, the human arched towards the caress. A growl, a hiss, and Spike was in gameface, now-sharp fangs carefully selecting just the right spot. Xander made hungry, pleading sounds as those ivories split his skin, drawing forth hot, fresh blood.

Xander surrendered to Spike's ministrations, letting cock and fangs hold him together. The pleasure of having the blonde inside him was doubled, then doubled again, by the feel of Spike at his throat. Were it not for the silken fingers pulling at his own cock, Xander figured he could stay like this forever, bound to his lover.

Spike thrust harder, knowing that Xander was close to orgasm. The sharp, high sound of his lovely boy screaming into the night drove the vampire on. The feel of hot seed spilling forth completed the picture of lovely debauchery; Xander lay back against the tree, a boneless and sated creature without a care for the world. Spike pulled back from the boy's neck just as his own body tumbled forth, and a slightly less human cry chased Xander's through the dark.

"Mmm... seventy-seven," Xander mumbled sleepily.

Spike tapped his teeth together in agreement. Maybe speaking could wait. That required an organized effort of tongue and lips and... yeah, Spike figured he should hold off on speaking.