Thinking of what had made him pass out had Spike prying his eyes open and looking around for Xander. After a moment, he found the boy--standing next to the window, fully dressed. "Xan?" Spike murmured, frowning. Why was the boy over there, whilst he was over here? Then he shrugged; the easiest solution was for him to get out of bed and go fetch his lover.

Xander saw Spike beginning to move. "No," He said, voice firm. "Stay on the bed."

Spike quirked one eyebrow. Stay on the bed? Well, if Xander insisted..."Are you going to join me?" He asked coyly, patting the mattress next to him.

Xander ignored the invitation, though it was difficult. Spike probably had no idea how he looked; white sheets pooled around the vampire's hips and filtered light from the window cast shadows over the sharp planes of Spike's face. However tempting the blonde looked, Xander had other ideas. "I don't think so," He commented. "Pull the sheet down, Spike."

Spike's eyes widened slightly at the command--not for its content, but for the tone of voice. Xander had just given him an order. The boy lounging so nonchalantly against the wall definitely had something on his mind. With a small nod, Spike obeyed, twisting slightly to let the sheet slip to his thighs. The blonde's now-exposed cock lay half-hard on his thigh, stirring under Xander's gaze.

Xander fought the urge to lick his lips. Spike's constant appeal never ceased to amaze him. "Touch yourself," He said, eyes closed to slits.

With a small smile, Spike complied. He shifted some of his weight onto his right hand, wrapping the fingers of his left around his quickly hardening erection. All it took was a couple of hard strokes, and he was rampant. Xander's laughter made him pause, however.

"Spike, Spike," Xander tutted, pushing off the wall. "Always to the point, aren't you?" He walked slowly around the bed, surveying his lover. "Why don't you take it slow? Try pinching your nipples, or teasing your lips." Though Xander said them as a suggestion, both men knew Spike had been given yet another order.

Spike reluctantly let go of his cock, dragging his hand higher. If Xander wanted a show, then he'd get one. First one nipple, then the other was pinched. Spike hissed as the tender flesh was twisted and pulled. The muscles of his abdomen rippled and his cock jumped. Was Xander getting off on this? The blonde looked around, but Xander was behind him. Spike turned to look, but the boy's voice stopped him.

"No, no, Spike," Xander murmured. "Don't you worry about me. Focus on yourself. I want to see you wanting, Spike. Show me how you like it."

Spike resumed his touching, now focusing on his own face. Cool fingertips traced similarly chilled lips, dipping inside to brush against still-blunt teeth. "What do you like, Spike?" Xander whispered, his voice moving around the room. "When I touch you. Make your hands mine."

The vampire's eyes slid closed as his roving hand reached one ear. He shuddered as he traced the shell, just like Xander did with his tongue. If he concentrated and listened to Xander's heartbeat, he could almost imagine that his one fingertip was Xander, tasting him so delicately. Spike shifted again, freeing his other hand. Then he sank back onto the bed. One hand continued to memorize his face, while the other crept across his torso. First it circled the blonde's navel. Then it dipped lower.

"Open yourself," Xander ordered softly. His own cock was at least as hard as the vampire's, straining against his jeans as though he'd not come in months. Xander watched from his chair, transfixed, as Spike's muscular legs bent at the knee and slid apart. The vampire languidly reached between his thighs, barely brushing his testicles before pressing one finger into his hole. The boy gasped along with Spike as the blonde was breached dry, and his hips lifted out of the chair along with Spike's as the vampire arched and clenched around the invading digit.

The nails of Spike's free hand dug into his ribs as he slid a second finger inside himself. Cold, slick drops of precome trickled down his stomach. The vampire caught them, bringing the fluid back to his mouth. He could almost taste Xander's skin as he licked himself clean, all the while stretching himself. It was unbearably erotic, knowing that Xander was watching him do this. He could feel the boy's eyes on him, burning his skin with their intensity. If only Xander would end this, would come over and finally replace his own cold hands with far warmer ones...

"More," Xander commanded hoarsely. He could tell that Spike was getting closer; that long, pale cock was pulsing with each movement of slender fingers. The vampire complied immediately, pushing a third finger alongside the first two while also reaching down to stroke his aching erection. Xander groaned as sharp nails dug into the blonde's sensitive scrotum, and then sighed in relief as the pain was assuaged by tender fingertips.

Spike found his prostate just as he began to jerk himself off. His back arched sharply, pushing his hips off the bed. He didn't want to come, not without Xander touching him, bringing him to completion. His body, however, was screaming for release. Every stroke brought him closer to the point of breaking as he waited desperately.

Xander fought to bring himself under control. Just another minute and Spike would be there; all he needed was a little patience. "Do it, Spike," Xander growled. "Make yourself come."

Spike cried out--part climax and part denial--as his body obeyed Xander's command. Thick spurts of semen poured out over his hand as his body clenched and twisted, bucking sharply. His orgasm was shattering, yet oddly painful for its lack of Xander.

"Eighty-One," Xander whispered softly.