The vampire was deeply asleep, boneless in his relaxation. He was a vision, timeless beauty of a god turned whore. Xander wondered when he'd become so possessive. Spike was *his*; he existed to slake the thirsts Xander had that water could not touch. The thought of anyone, specifically Angel, ever touching what was his made Xander see red. Angel, who had no right, ever. Ever.

Water was forgotten as Xander crossed the small room, crawling on the bed to straddle Spike's hips. The vampire woke instantly, but the pressure of Xander's hands holding his narrow wrists above his head kept Spike in place.

"Oh, my baby, baby, I love you more than I can tell," Xander whispered, teeth dragging along the shell of Spike's ear. "I don't think I can live without you, and I know that I never will."

Spike swallowed convulsively as Xander rolled his hips, pressing down on the blonde's growing erection. "Oh, my baby, baby, I want you so it scares me to death." And Xander found his favorite spot just below Spike's left collarbone. It was one of those places that made the blonde whine and twist like a leaf in the wind. "I can't say anymore than "I love you'."

Blunt fingers dug into Spike's wrists, the pressure quickly crossing over into pain. "I want you." Spike arched into it, wordlessly begging for more. "Everything else is a waste of breath," was whispered against Spike's throat, just before human teeth sank in.

Blood flowed wetly down his neck. "Your fingernails go dragging down the wall," Slick tongue lapping at the blood now, and Spike was sure Xander's nails were cutting through his skin. "Be careful, darling, you might fall." Spike's fascination with the pain Xander was causing to his hands fell apart when the brunette sank his teeth back into the wound on Spike's neck and began to worry at it.

"I want you," Xander growled when he let go, lips slick with blood. He could feel Spike, hard and weeping, pressed against his thighs. Cool muscles tensed like rope under his body and yeah, "I woke up and one of us was crying." He ran his tongue up Spike's jaw and over one scarred eyebrow, leaving a faintly bloody streak behind. "I want you."

And maybe the wound Xander left on Spike's neck was larger than the vampire had first thought, because the sheets underneath him were damp now. "I do believe you're dying," Xander murmured, face pressed against Spike's neck, letting the blood slick them both. "I want you."

Then Spike's hands were free, but he didn't move them. The look in Xander's eyes as the boy sat back was enough to keep the vampire still. "If you need a second opinion as you seem to do these days," Came the whisper as Xander reached back and grasped Spike's cock, "I want you."

Oh gods, heat and pressure engulfed Spike's consciousness. "You can look into my eyes and you can count the ways I want you," and then Spike's eyes snapped back to Xander's face. The boy's expression could have burned down cities. "Did you mean to tell me but seem to forget?"

Those hands were back, holding Spike hostage. "I want you."

Spike tried to gasp, but couldn't even manage to drag in any air. "Since when were you so generous and articulate?" Xander was rocking slowly now, fucking himself on Spike's cock. "I want you."

Spike knew he should be moving, should be touching Xander, but he couldn't. "It's the stupid details my heart is breaking for." Lips back on his neck once again, this time smearing blood down onto his chest and across a nipple. "It's the way your shoulders are shaking," Xander whispered, "and what they're shaking for."

Spike wanted to hear what Xander was saying, but being inside the boy was distracting. Hot, slick, and the way Xander was moving said that Spike was doing exactly what he was supposed to be doing--existing to give Xander pleasure. "It's knowing that he only knows you now after guessing." Spike heard the unspoken words, that Xander knew Spike by heart, from the heart, without blindly stabbing at either of their souls--hoping that chance would help identify something useful.

"I want you," Xander cried, now riding Spike with short, hard strokes. "It's the thought of him undressing you, or you undressing," was hissed against Spike's shoulder and then there was another wound, blood flowing freely as Xander marked him. Again. "I want you."

"He tossed some tattered compliment your way," Xander murmured, lips teasing a nipple before smooth teeth bit down, "I want you." Spike did scream then, although he still managed to catch Xander's next words. "And you were fool enough to love it when he said 'I want you'."

Spike tried to shake his head, but it was no use. "I want you," Xander snarled, body clenching cruelly around Spike. "The truth can't hurt you; it's just like the dark."

Their eyes met, and Spike had never seen that precise look in Xander's eyes. It might've been the boy wearing the collar, but Spike was, in that instant, owned. "It scares you witless," Xander said, voice predatory, "But in time you see things clear and stark."

Xander brought Spike's hands down to wrap around his aching cock. "I want you. Go on and hurt me, then we'll let it drop," He said, thrusting into the coolness of Spike's twined fingers. "I want you."

Spike felt himself shift; he couldn't help it. Blood loss, though not severe, was pulling at his control. "I'm afraid I won't know where to stop." And Xander was back at his neck, taking more with every stroke of that warm tongue. Spike wondered if drinking that much vampire blood would affect the boy. "I want you. I'm not ashamed to say I cried for you."

Finally Spike convinced his hips to move and he began to meet Xander stroke for stroke. Both of their bodies shook with the effort. "I want you. I know the things you did that we did too."

Those hot fingers were back on Spike's shoulders, holding the blonde's neck still as Xander cleaned the blood away. "I want you. I want to hear he pleases you more than I do."

"No..." Spike managed to whisper in denial. A sharp bite was the only reply. His spine was shuddering; he didn't want to come, not yet. Not like this, no...

"I want you. I might as well be useless for all it means to you," Xander moaned. Faster, deeper, and if he could take all of Spike inside him, he could. If it was pain and violence Spike needed, he had that in spades.

"I want you. Did you call his name out as he held you down?" And those lips were on Spike's now, sharing the vampire's blood with its owner. The kiss was desperate and violent, more a series of bites than a true kiss.

"I want you," Xander spat as he ended the kiss, "Oh no, my darling, not with that clown. I want you."

"Xander," Spike groaned, furious at his inability to control his traitorous body. "Please.."

"You've had your fun, you don't get well no more," Xander said in Spike's ear. He could feel himself starting to come, muscles convulsing around Spike's cock. "I want you. No one who wants you could want you more."

The slick, straining slide of Xander's body dragged Spike into oblivion. The only thing Spike sensed besides his own pleasure was Xander's voice. "I want you. Every night when I go off to bed and when I wake up. I want you."

Xander collapsed, trembling, on top of Spike. "I'm going to say it again, 'til I instill it."

"Xander.."

"I know I'm going to feel this way until you kill it."

Spike tried again. "Xan--" Familiar fingers pressed against cool lips.

"Ninety-four. I want you."