Where? When? Gah!

by
Margie

4 The Lesson

The mouth was wet and hot, blowing warm breath across his cool skin. He shivered and felt his erection rising as the soft lips trailed kisses down his chest toward his groin. He moaned bringing his legs up and spreading them apart, giving his lover more access to his dribbling cock head.

He was in a daze of desire. It felt almost as if he were watching everything from outside his own body. Except that he was acutely aware of every jolt of pleasure and stab of lust.

His lover had reached his most private parts, and he felt his breath catch in anticipation. He looked down to see a mop of shaggy brown hair just before two lips enveloped his throbbing member. He felt a guttural groan escape as he thrust his hips in earnest. His hands reached out to thread their way through the wavy brown locks.

He shuddered as he felt warm hands reach in to caress his scrotum. As he felt his sac tightening he tried to cry out a warning to his love. But before the words were able to leave his parted lips, the warm mouth retreated and left him aching and wet. He cried out in disappointment only to moan as those same lips moved across his sensitive balls.

He felt a slight suction as they were taken in and slicked down with saliva. The warmth enveloping his sac made him close his eyes and throw his head back. He gasped in surprise when the mouth released him once more and he felt the rough rasp of a tongue snake out to brush along the underside of his penis.

Warm fingers reached down to play with the soft skin between his penis and anus. The sensation making goosebumps appear all over his body.

When the mouth returned to take in his erection once again, he felt his eyes roll back in his head. He was almost afraid that he was going to disgrace himself by passing out in a dead faint.

He cried out once more when this time he felt the tip of his member touch the back of his lover's throat. Then his world turned upside down as the muscles squeezed tight, swallowing in a steady rhythm.

His thrusts were involuntary. He hoped that he would have a chance to apologize later. They were faster now, his hips rising almost completely off the bed, his back arching in ecstasy. His whole body stiffened as he reached his completion, the feeling intense as he spurted his ejaculate into the waiting mouth of his eager partner.

***

Will sank back down into the mattress. His eyes blinked opened sleepily as he came back to himself. He reached down to adjust the covers and drew back when he found them sticky and wet. He glanced around the room quickly to ascertain whether he was alone. Sighing in relief he lifted the covers and stood.

He frowned at the feeling of his sticky pants. Finding the water closet attached to the room he was in, he went ahead and stripped down surprised to find that he was wearing no underclothes beneath his shirt and pants. As he entered the washroom he was assaulted yet again with a reflectionless mirror.

His mind went back to the events of the night before. Who were these people that had taken him in? Were they friend or foe? And how could he believe such outrageous tales? Yet, where was his reflection?

Will fiddled with the knobs at the basin until it was filled with lukewarm water. He splashed the water on his face, and then proceeded to wash up. Once he was through he dried off with one of the towels hanging by the door, and then returned to the outer room.

He really needed a more suitable set of clothes, whether he had ruined his previous pair or not. The older gentleman, Mr. Giles he believed, seemed to be wearing rather appropriate dress the other night. It seemed as if this were his home, maybe he wouldn't mind if Will borrowed just a few things. He headed over to what appeared to be the clothes closet, and began to raid the inventory there.

When he finally appeared downstairs Will was rather proud of the striking figure he posed. The clothing was slightly too large, but of course they were not tailored for his figure. And other than a tuck here and there he thought he looked much the better for his new outfit. For his part, Giles tried not to gape as he was confronted with a mini version of himself!

"Good morning sir. I'm sorry to have borrowed without permission first, but I did need some clean clothes after washing up." Will apologized. "You have wonderful taste."

He was smiling at his benefactor when the petite redhead from last night entered the room. He bowed to her slightly and greeted her with a "morning miss."

"Good morning Will." Willow answered back. "You don't have to call me miss all the time. It'll be a little confusing when Tara and Buffy are here also. Why don't you call me Willow?"

"Willow. What a unique name!" Will was delighted. He loved to hear new and interesting monikers sometimes he wrote them down and used them later in his poetry. "You are just as lovely as a willow in a breeze." He stated unthinking.

Willow blushed. Spike had never said anything as sweet as that to her. As far as she knew, Spike WOULD never say anything like that! "Thank you." She mumbled quietly.

Abashed, Will tried to apologize. "I'm so sorry miss. I didn’t mean to embarrass you." Thoughts of the party and Cecily's parting comments to him ringing through his head. "I know that I stumble over my words at times, and they're not very good…but…I only meant to compliment."

"Oh it's okay. I just was…surprised…that you would think that." Willow explained.

"Oh, I am sorry! I'm sure that you must think me a scandalous boor for being so familiar with you!" Will wrung his hands in worry. "I'm afraid if your beau were here, he'd have some serious words for me."

Willow smiled at Will's obvious embarrassment. "Don't worry Will. I'm sure that Tara wouldn't mind." She smiled reassuringly at him.

"Oh thank goodness. I meant no offense, I mean - " Will stopped as her words sunk in. "Tara?"

"Yes, the blonde girl who was with me last night?" Willow reminded him. "She's my girlfriend."

"Your girlfriend?" Will tried to process the idea. "You mean that you and she sometimes take tea together?"

"Uhm…Well…yeah?" Willow stumbled over her words. "I mean, she's my girlfriend. I love her, you know?"

"You mean, you and she…that is, the two of you…" Will's face was contorted in an expression of mixed embarrassment and curiosity. "Oh my."

"Are you okay Will?" Willow was concerned at Will's silence.

Will was extremely embarrassed. Not only had he made a major faux pas by complimenting a lady he was unfamiliar with, but then he had erred by assuming her beau was a male. What was this world he'd fallen into? And even more shameful was his growing arousal at the thought of the two lovely ladies together. How positively vulgar of him to even be thinking of such things!

"Yes, thank you Willow. I think I just need a spot of fresh air." He turned abruptly toward the front door, hoping to escape without allowing the young miss to notice the growing bulge in his pants.

"Will no!" Willow cried, rushing to grab hold of him before he could reach the front door.

Willow grabbed Will's arm and pulled roughly, causing him to stumble backwards and land on his bottom. "Why miss! What ever is the matter?"

"You can't…go outside…right now." Willow huffed in between panting for breath. Her heart was hammering in her chest. Spike had nearly dusted himself!

"Why ever not?" Will was unaccustomed to women being so familiar with him. Willow had yet to relinquish her hold on his arm, and his earlier arousal was making his awareness of her ever more acute.

"It's daylight." Willow was succinct.

"Yes, quite." Will's brow was furrowed in puzzlement. "Is that a problem?"

"Yes it's a problem!" Willow cried. "You're a vampire!"

Not this again. Will could not believe that such intelligent seeming people were caught up in such an outrageous fantasy! He seemed to have seriously upset the girl though.

"Okay, miss. I'm sorry. I promise not to try it again. Please calm yourself down." Will tried to soothe the agitated young woman.

"Why don't you go watch some television?" Willow tried to occupy Will with something else, to keep him from further danger. "I'm sure you've never seen anything like it. You'll really like it. Passions is almost on, and you really like that show." Willow explained while she was flipping channels. "Uhm…I mean you did before…uhm…just trust me." She ended lamely.

Will was fascinated. The box that the young man, Xander he remembered, had pointed to the other night had colored pictures and sounds coming from it. It looked as if there was a play being put on right here in the sitting room of Mr. Giles' house. It was amazing!

"You just sit here and watch, okay? I'll just be in the kitchen. Don't go anywhere! Or do anything! Unless you come and ask me or Giles okay?" Willow warned him.

Will nodded absently. Breaking away from the television only long enough to stand as Willow left the room.

Xander arrived soon after, having stopped by the site to let his boss know he would be taking his vacation that week having an unexpected family emergency. When he entered the room he saw Will absorbed in the latest episode of Passions, and he smiled at the familiar sight.

He walked through to the kitchen to put the blood bags away, and ran into a very upset Willow. She had her head in her hands and he could see the tracks of several tears as she raised up to look at him. As she let out a small sob, he sank into the chair beside her and pulled her into a warm embrace.

"What's wrong Wills?" Xander asked, hoping that the bad news was not related to his vamp.

"I just…" Willow stopped to take in a deep breath. "I'm so sorry Xander!"

"I know Wills. We'll figure it out. You didn't find out anything bad did you?" Xander asked concerned.

"No. Nothing like that. It's just that…well I had to stop Spike from walking outside. He didn’t know. He doesn't believe!" Willow babbled. "I didn't realize that it would be so dangerous for him. I though…you know…a little amnesia. We can fix that no problem. I didn't think it would hurt him that much!"

At Willow's statement, Xander felt his heart begin to beat wildly. Spike had almost walked out into the sun! What if no one had been around? He forced a few deep breaths, calming himself down. Someone was around. He hadn't walked out. Everything was okay. At least as okay as it could be for right now.

Xander rubbed soothing circles onto his best friend's back. "It's okay Wills. At least you were there to stop him. Thank you." He placed a gentle kiss on Willow's forehead.

"I know, but what if I hadn't been?! It's all my fault Xan! I've learned my lesson I swear. I won't do anymore magicks like that without at least talking to Giles first and making sure that it's safe. I'm so sorry!" Willow cried.

"Okay Wills. That's a good policy anyway." He kissed her once again. "Now just promise me that we'll get Spike his memory back. That's all that matters right now."

"I promise Xan." Willow returned Xander's embrace with equal ferocity.

5

Xander wandered out to the living room. Will was still engrossed in his television show, so he sat on the armchair next to the sofa. He kept his distance, not wanting to scare Will off again.

When another intermission began for the show, Will turned to greet his newest visitor. "Good afternoon sir."

"Hi Will. How are you doing today?" Xander asked.

"I'm fine given my situation sir. I'm still a bit confused. I just can't understand how you were able to pull me through time to this place?" Will was still incredulous. "It's nothing like any story I've ever heard or read of."

"I know it's confusing Will. I'll try to explain some more today. Will you let me help you?"

"Of course sir, I would be more than happy to accept your assistance." Will answered politely. He was trying very hard to remain still, his earlier arousal having not completely abated. Engrossing himself with the magic picture box had allowed him to calm himself a bit, but he was still half erect and was uncomfortably aware of how close the young master was sitting.

What was wrong with him? He'd never embarrassed himself in such a manner before. It seemed as if everything around him was stimulating beyond belief. He was still shamefully aware of his indiscretion this morning, and hoped that Mr. Giles would not deign to search his discarded clothing too well.

"Thank you Will." Xander replied solmenly. He glanced down at his folded hands and noticed his shoelaces were untied. Bending down on one knee he afforded Will a look at the top of his brown locks.

Will gasped, a hand flying up to cover his offending mouth. His erection had returned in earnest as he realized that the anonymous lover from his morning dream had been the young man sitting before him. "Dear Lord." He whispered softly. What was going on?

Xander quickly made his way over to Will's side, placing a hand on one knee. "What is it Will? Is everything okay?"

The hand pressing into his flesh was scalding, even through the khaki material covering his pale leg. He felt his penis jump and twitch, and he moaned involuntarily. Turning away, he closed his eyes not wanting to face the man before him.

"Are you hurt?" Xander's anxiety was doubled with Will's continued silence. He looked down automatically when he felt Will's leg shift beneath his hand. He barely suppressed a moan of his own when he finally noticed Will's sizeable problem. His own arousal growing along with his cock at the obvious excitement his lover was feeling.

Xander's heart did a small flip as he realized that Will was aroused because of his proximity. Could he be remembering their time together?

"Will, please tell me. Do you remember anything past the night of the party now?" Xander begged for some reassurance.

"No sir I don't. I'm afraid…that is…I…" Will was becoming increasingly uncomfortable. His arousal was not abating, and actually felt as if it were growing stronger. There was a strong odor wafting through the apartment tickling his senses. He thought it might be coming from young Xander, but he hadn't noticed it earlier when the man had first walked into the room.

In any case, it was causing his erection to throb and pulse and he wasn't sure what he was supposed to do now. He'd promised the young lady that he would not attempt to go outside again. But he could not in good conscience remain in the room with the young man he had apparently been fantasizing about earlier in the day. Fantasizing about a young man! What would mother say?!

"I…I…please excuse me…I'm afraid I need to refresh myself." Will babbled as he stood and made his way to the downstairs water closet. The pleasurable ache had now become a painful throb. Unseemly or not, he was in desperate need for release.

He sighed in relief as the door clicked shut behind him. He turned to throw the lock, assuring himself he would be undisturbed for the interim. Slowly he undid his trousers and lowered them, along with his underclothes until he was able to free his hard member. The harsh rasp of the cotton sliding against his penis caused him to groan.

Outside Xander heard the deep reverberations of Will's groan making his whole body tingle and his cock begin to dribble clear white fluid. Fuck he missed his lover! One night alone and he was already going into withdrawal. In order to save himself the embarrassment of being caught by either Giles or Willow, Xander turned and ran up the stairs to the second floor bathroom.

He dropped his pants as soon as he was able to close the bathroom door. He had enough sense to at least lift the toilet lid so as to save the messy clean up. The head of his cock was already wet and purple.

He grasped the base and slowly pulled up, taking drops of pre-cum at the tip and swirling them around the head before pulling his fist back down. His grip was tight and he imagined it was the cool mouth of his lover, wrapping around the head and sliding down to the root. He groaned, closing his eyes to further the illusion.

Downstairs Will had gently wrapped his fingers around the length of his shaft. He used the wet fluid already glistening at the tip to ease his strokes, moaning softly at each pull of the foreskin on the upstroke. Unbidden images of dark hair and chocolate eyes appeared before him, making his penis jump in his hand.

How can he be thinking of the young gentleman he'd just met? Hadn't his fantasies all consisted of sweet Cecily up until last night? What had happened to him to make all his desires change so swiftly and utterly? He couldn't stifle the loud moan as he remembered the deep ache he'd felt in his dream this morning. The warm mouth encasing his member had felt so good, almost as if it had actually happened.

Xander could tell that he was close. The thought that Spike was somehow trying to regain control of his body was immensely fortifying. Why else would Will become aroused at Xander's presence if he didn't at least remember some of their relationship? Xander's hand moved faster. He took his other hand and began to gently massage his balls, rolling them against one another until the ache became too strong.

He felt as his cock began to pulse and fill with his semen. Aiming the tip at the toilet bowl he ejaculated with a long expelled breath. His hips thrusting until his dick was empty of all fluid.

Will had no more time to ponder his new found desires. His sac was drawing up and his penis was throbbing. He felt every jolt as each pulse pushed more sticky semen out of the tip. He couldn't prevent the loud groan as he spilled himself into the clear water and he hung his head in shame. He hoped that at least the young miss had not heard his loud cry.

***

It was several minutes before Xander had calmed down enough to clean himself up. He splashed cool water on his face and waited until the flush diminished before he once again left the room to search for his boyfriend. When he emerged into the living room downstairs it was clear that Will was still hiding out in the restroom.

He went over and knocked quietly on the door. "Will? We need to talk. Can you come out please?"

"I'm afraid I’m still indisposed young sir." Will answered, still too ashamed to leave the room. He didn't think he could face Xander knowing that he had such lustful thoughts about the young man.

"It's okay Will." Xander tried to reassure him. "It's perfectly natural. I'll explain more when you come out. We just need to sit and talk."

He knows! The young man knows that I was thinking of him! What to do now? How could he face him? He was probably disgusted by his obvious displays of arousal earlier. Maybe he wanted to take him to task for being so crude as to relieve himself in the water closet. How embarrassing!

The knocks became increasingly loud with Xander's increasing concern. "Will please!" Knock. Knock. "If you don't come out in the next 5 minutes, I'm coming in."

Reluctantly Will stood and straightened his clothing. He walked slowly over to the door and threw the lock open, turning the knob until he heard the click as the door came loose. Unable to look into Xander's eyes, he focused his on the floor before his feet, waiting as the door swung open to reveal the dark haired young man.

Xander felt his heart drop to his stomach at the sight his lover made. He was mussed from his recent activities, causing Xander's breathing to increase. He always loved Spike mussed! But the look of utter shame and embarrassment made Xander ache inside.

"It's okay Spi - Will. Can you come sit with me in the living room?" Xander prompted.

Without a word, Will shuffled his way down the hall toward the sitting room. He took the furthest seat on the couch and continued to stare resolutely down at the floor. Xander sat on the opposite end of the couch, wanting to be close but not too close to his vamp.

"I know you don't remember me." Xander's voice hitched slightly. "But we're close. Close fr-friends. I think maybe you might be feeling or sensing things that are confusing you, but there's nothing wrong with those feelings. There's nothing to be ashamed of."

"Close friends?" Will questioned. "Friends who take tea together, or friends like young miss Willow and miss Tara?"

Xander's eyebrow rose in surprise. "You know about Wills and Tara?"

Will nodded. "Miss Willow was good enough to explain their relationship to me when I made a buffoon of myself by complimenting her this morning." Will was still embarrassed at his earlier actions toward the redhead.

"Would it…would it bother you if we were like Wills and Tara?" It was Xander's turn to study the floor as he waited for an answer.

"I'm not sure…I…I just don't think I can believe it sir." Will explained. "I mean I've never even looked at another gentleman in such a manner."

"Will, I told you once that I'd never lie to you. I know you don't remember it. But I meant it. I'd never lie to you, especially about us." Xander's reply was earnest.

Will shook his head, trying to rid himself of the mental images the conversation was imposing. Amazingly he felt his penis twitch to life once more. "No!" He cried softly. "No mother would never approve!"

Xander cringed at Will's exclamation. "Will, I know you don't want to hear this but - I love you." Xander took a chance and reached out to grab Will's hand. "And you love me. You just can't remember right now." Xander finished with a frustrated growl.

To his surprise Will do not withdraw his hand. He cherished the moment, cradling the soft cool skin in his grip. He began to draw small circles with his thumb, tracing the lines gracing Will's palm. He felt more than heard Will's slight whimper.

"I…I can tell you more about our life together?" Xander began. "Maybe it will help you to remember?"

Will found himself nodding slowly, even as he heard the silent scream of denial his mind was shouting.

"Well, it sorta started about two years ago. It was another spell that got us together." Xander remembered the few days he spent as Spike fondly. "We sorta got switched. I mean, you had my body and I had yours. Like Freaky Friday!" Xander slapped his head as he realized the vamp wouldn't recognize any pop culture references. "Right, stopping with the Disney movie references."

Will only smiled softly, not wanting Xander to stop his narrative.

"Well, it sorta gave us a chance to see what it was like to be the other person. You know? Before that we didn't really get along all that well. But after I realized what you were going through and how strong a person that made you, I knew that I couldn't hate you anymore. And by then I sorta knew that I was already falling in love with you." Xander explained.

"And, well, I guess you felt the same. I mean you went through the same thing. Got to know me inside out I guess, and you liked what you saw." Reluctantly Xander let go of Will's hand. "We've been together ever since."

"So you're saying that we…that you're my beau?" Will asked wanting to clarify yet again.

"Yes."

Before Will could make any other comment the door burst open and one of the young women from the other night appeared. Will jumped up instantly on alert. His skin was tingling all over and he had the intense but extremely ridiculous notion to run out of the room.

"Hey Xan, how is he?" Buffy asked her friend.

"He's in the room Buff. You can ask him yourself." Xander hated when people talked about him like he wasn't there, he wasn't about to do it to Will.

"Oh, sorry." Buffy turned to the nervous vamp. "How are you Will? Are you okay?" She asked concerned at his reaction to her arrival.

"Yes miss. Thank you for asking." He answered by rote. His skin itched all over and he longed to run from the slim figure before him.

Why was he reacting like this to such a petite young girl? She was obviously no danger to him. His reaction to her was causing his brow to furrow in concern.

"Buffy I think you're scaring him." Xander began, immediately moving closer to Will's side. His worry tripled when the vamp automatically leaned into his embrace, as if seeking comfort. "Don't worry Will. She won't hurt you." His arm came around to quickly wrap around Will's waist.

"No, of course not sir." Will tried to sound calm, but his voice wavered ever so slightly. He cringed at the feminine display.

Giles had entered the room when he heard the front door burst open. Watching the scene play out he realized what the problem was. "Will, I know your probably feeling very anxious right now. It's only natural. Buffy doesn't look dangerous, but believe me she is. And your innate vampire senses know that."

Will only nodded, not losing contact with Xander's body.

"But Xander is correct. She won't hurt you. Please believe that." Giles continued.

"Yes sir." He nodded again.

"Why don't we go upstairs. You can take a small nap, you can probably use the rest." Xander wanted to get him as far from Buffy as possible. It was obvious he didn't understand his feelings toward the Slayer.

"Okay Xan." Will replied as Xander maneuvered him up the stairs.

Xander thrilled to hear Will call him by his pet name. Maybe he was remembering more than he thought?

6 The Blood

It was past twilight by the time Will once again woke. He could hear talk and clatter downstairs, so assumed that his earlier visitors were still in residence. He felt a gnawing ache in his stomach and thought it might be a good time to find something to eat.

There were several people sitting around the supper table. Buffy, Willow, and Xander looked as if they were just finishing consumption of some type of flat pie. The smells coming off the dish were quite marvelous. He edged closer to the table, hoping he would be offered a slice.

He could feel the tingles start up again as his proximity to Buffy increased. He forced a silent "she cannot hurt me" mantra in his head, unknowingly inching closer to Xander all the while.

"Hey Will. Are you feeling better?" Xander immediately noticed Will's discomfiture and offered him his seat at the table. This allowed Xander to stand directly behind his partner, giving silent comfort.

Will was still very much confused over his obvious feelings for Xander. Not only was he strangely and continually aroused by the young man, but he also felt waves of comfort and security emanating from him. Where proximity to Buffy caused his nerves to go on edge, Xander only induced calm and warmth.

He nodded thanks when Willow offered him a piece of the pie and bit into it gladly. The taste burst forth onto his tongue, spicy and sweet at the same time. It was excellent! Yet the aching feeling in the pit of his stomach was not being assuaged. He frowned slightly at that, catching Xander's eye.

"What's wrong Will?" Xander felt as if that were his new catch phrase.

"I feel as if I haven't eaten for days, yet this delicious dish has done nothing to abate the hunger." Will answered as he absently chewed on another bite.

"There's a reason for that Will. Uhm…I'll be right back, just keep eating." Xander gestured at the pizza.

When he returned he was carrying a warm mug filled with a dark viscous fluid. "You need to drink this Will." He handed the mug over. "Consider it like a protein drink."

At Will's confused expression Buffy commented, "Xan I don't think they had protein drinks back then."

"Oh yeah." Xander scratched his chin in thought. "Uhm…okay, it's like a really thick tea?" He suggested.

Still skeptical, Will raised the mug to his face taking a small sniff. He dipped his finger into the liquid and watched as it dripped back into the mug when he raised his digit. His face contorted in disgust when he realized what the concoction actually was. "Eeegads man! You can't possibly expect me to drink…that!" He blurted without thinking.

Xander knelt down beside his lover and once again placed his hand on Will's knee. He rubbed soothingly over the joint as he tried to explain Will's need for blood. "Do you remember how I told you we got together?"

Both Buffy and Willow's eyebrows rose in surprise. Will only nodded.

"Well while I was you I felt exactly how you're feeling. I felt the deep ache as the hunger grew and grew. And I felt just as disgusted…and…afraid as you do. I didn't want to do it either. But believe me when I tell you that the hunger is just going to grow stronger. The ache is going to consume you, until you can't think anymore."

Xander paused for a moment to let his words sink in. He continued his ministrations on Will's knee, trying to induce some comfort to his spiel. "You'll drink it eventually. Because…well because you can't not drink it. It's either that or sinking your fangs into one of us, and you can't do that either. Not with the chip. At least not while we're uhm…Let's just say you can't, okay?" Xander wasn't about to explain that he could bite him without pain only during their nightly sexcapades.

"It's not as bad as it seems." Xander gently lifted the mug in Will's hand until it was just touching his lips. "It'll make you feel better, I promise. Just concentrate on that. Concentrate on how good it makes you feel."

Will closed his eyes and took a shallow swallow of the thick fluid. When the first taste hit his cool tongue he groaned at the immediate response of his body. His stomach had begun to feel as if there were acid eating away at his lining, but as the blood made its way down his throat he felt as if a cooling mist were invading his entire body.

Again he felt himself growing hard. His senses felt magnified and he could smell the earthy scent of the man kneeling before him. By the time he finished his drink the throbbing was almost unbearable. He wanted to reach out and grab Xander hauling him to rub up against a body filled beyond bearing with need. He was unaware of the growl leaving his lips.

Xander's eyes were nearly black with desire. He realized as soon as Will took the first swallow what his reaction would be. The same as it was every time he fed. His lover's growl brought him out of his lusty haze. He needed to concentrate on Will.

"It's okay love. Just relax." Xander petted Will, enclosing him in a loose embrace as he whispered words of calming comfort. "It's perfectly natural. Nothing to be ashamed or afraid of."

Will nuzzled Xander's neck. He was going purely on instinct, the blood lust having been soothed his other appetites were coming to the fore. He inhaled deeply feeling his penis respond to the familiar scent.

Both men were focused so completely on each other they forgot the other occupants of the room. The girls faces were extremely red, their breathing fast and shallow.

"We should probably go." Willow leaned over to whisper to Buffy, who nodded acquiescence. Neither girl moved.

Xander was lost in the feeling of his lover. Every action Will made mirrored their many nights together. His loss of control allowing Spike's baser instincts to take over. Xander groaned as he felt Will's tongue peak out to lick at the base of his neck, just grazing his mark. The front of his jeans were soaking wet as he grabbed hold of Will's arms and forced them both to stand.

Will immediately stepped forward bringing his entire body into contact with Xander. His arms came up to wrap around Xan's waist as he thrust his hips forward. They both groaned at the contact, Xander's head coming down to allow their lips to meet.

The kiss was powerful sweeping them both up in the moment. Will thrust his tongue into Xander's mouth, exploring the warm wet hollow. The kiss continued as they ground their cocks together. Their lips broke apart to allow Xander a breath, and then without warning Will sank elongated fangs down into the same spot Xander had chosen years earlier.

They both exploded in white hot flames. Pleasure shooting through their bodies as they spurted inside their boxers. Xander held onto Will as the last of the wracking shudders left his body. He placed soft sweet kisses along his lover's neck while he whispered words of love in his ear. "Spike." Kiss. "Love you." Kiss. Kiss. "Needed that so bad." Kiss. Lick. Kiss. "Love you."

Will stiffened in abject horror as he realized what he'd just done. Not only had he just performed sexual relations with another man, but he had somehow bitten him as well. Fangs! He'd definitely had fangs. Could it be possible? Was it actually true? Was he a vampire?

Xander found himself carrying Will up the stairs for the second night in a row. His heart broke as he realized that part of the shock that had sent him over the edge this time had to do with their interaction after his feeding. He'd thought for a moment that his Spike had come back to him. He let the tear fall as he tucked Will in once more, placing a soft kiss on his forehead before turning out the light and returning downstairs.

As Xander ascended to the second floor, both girls took a deep but shaky breath. The arousal in the room was so thick even with their muted human senses they could smell it swirling in the air. As one, they turned to one another their eyes dilated and their lips slightly parted.

"Wow." The word was whispered in unison.

Where? When? Gah!

by Margie

4 The Lesson

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6 The Blood

by
Margie