Reaping the Reward


Part Sixteen

Things were back to what passed for normal for Xander and William on Wednesday. They woke up at their usual time to the scent of freshly brewing coffee wafting through the apartment. When the radio went off, Xander, who still wasn’t used to how lovely it felt waking up next to William, wrapped his fingers around the other man’s morning erection as he nuzzled into his neck. William came awake with a moan, nostrils flaring, and eyelids slowly lifting to reveal eyes glazed by sleep and desire.

“Morning,” Xander whispered, and then planted a light, teasing kiss on William’s lips.

“Mornin’,” William rasped. “God, Xan,” he groaned, as Xander disappeared beneath the sheet and took him into his mouth.

Xander licked and sucked William’s wonderfully responsive cock, which jumped at each touch of his tongue and lips. The grunts and groans issuing from William’s mouth spurred Xander on, his only thought to make his lover scream his name in pleasure. He softly kneaded William’s balls as he licked pre-come off the tip of his cockhead, then gently tugged on them. His fingers trailed behind the sac as he sucked on the head, twirling his tongue around the ridge and pressing the tip against the bundle of nerves.

“Xander, please,” William breathlessly begged, his fingers unconsciously combing through Xander’s hair as he spread his legs for him.

In response, Xander lowered his head, taking in as much of William’s length as he could. He bobbed his head up and down the shaft, noisily licking and sucking, coating it with saliva, and relaxing his throat so he could take more in each time he descended on William while his fingers continued to tease his perineum and the pucker that fluttered every time Xander rubbed a finger over it. On his last downward stroke, Xander took William in until his nose was buried in the coarse curls. At the same time he swallowed around his cock, Xander slipped one finger into William’s dry hole.

William’s hips bucked and he screamed as his orgasm rushed through him and into Xander’s waiting mouth. Xander swallowed as his lover’s seed poured down his throat, then pulled back so that the thick fluid coated his tongue and filled his mouth. He continued to lick and suck until William was empty, then let his softening penis slip from between his lips. He crawled up William’s body and kissed him as if he could devour him with lips and tongue, his hands gripping his lover’s silken tresses, his erection pressing into his hip.

“Xander...” William’s voice was still breathless. “Let me do you.” He reached for Xander’s penis.

“No,” Xander groaned against soft and slightly swollen lips as he pumped against William. “Won’t last... Fuck!” he cried, as he stiffened and his climax ripped through him.

They lay silent, their breathing evening out as they recovered. “We could probably spend Thanksgiving with Cordy...and Angel,” Xander gasped breathlessly, feeling generous after loving William.

“Whatever you want, Xan,” William replied. “Just wanna be wherever you are.”

“Want that, too,” Xander mumbled, his limbs tightening around William. “Don’t leave me,” he whispered.

“Not gonna leave you, Xan. Love you,” William reassured him.

“Good. Love you, too,” Xander said, burying his face in William’s neck as he unconsciously fingered the cross.

“That’s good,” William whispered back.

The two men staggered to the bathroom and shared the shower, lovingly washing each other between tender kisses that would have turned passionate if either of them had the energy. They drank their coffee on the balcony, snuggled together on the lounge chair as Xander divided up the morning paper; Arts & Entertainment for William, the funnies for him.

For lunch, William chose a small café they hadn’t tried before. After they’d eaten, Xander walked William to Prologue where he flirted with a new girl who worked there part-time while attending a community college, and who reminded him of Dawn, then kissed his lover goodbye before heading to O’Reilly’s for the dinner crowd.

The night was busy, and though his shift was over, Xander stayed behind the bar until William arrived, at which time he pulled two drafts and joined his lover on the other side of the bar where they chatted with the other customers and wait staff. When the pool table freed up, they played a couple games of pool, then headed for the diner.

At the diner, William slid onto the bench seat beside Xander. Though he was surprised, since they usually sat across from each other, Xander didn’t say anything until after they ordered and William reached out to take his hand. “You all right?” he asked softly, squeezing the hand he held.

“Yeah,” William said with a self-deprecating smile and a shy tilt of his head. “Just feeling...I don’t know...” He shrugged. “Full.” He rubbed his chest right over his heart. “Love you,” he said.

“I love you, too,” Xander said, leaning closer to him and kissing him.


Thursday started out normally, with a rousing round of wake-up sex, a shared shower, a quick read of the newspaper over coffee, lunch, and the walk to Prologue. But now he was in the training room with Gunn...and Angel. He and Gunn had been training for half an hour when Angel showed up. At first the dark vampire just watched them train, with weapons and then hand-to-hand. Then he’d started to pace, and even Xander, who didn’t know him that well, could tell he had something on his mind.

He held up his hand to call a halt to his spar with Gunn, and turned to Angel. “What?” he asked irritably.

“Nothing,” Angel said unconvincingly.

“That’s not a nothing-face,” Xander responded. “Just spit it out. Your...looming is affecting my concentration.”

“It’s need to keep your left arm up,” Angel said.

“What?” Xander asked, confused.

“Y-your left arm,” Angel said, lifting his own left arm. “If you’ve got a weakness, it’s your left side. You need to protect it...” He made a motion of dissatisfaction with his own explanation. “Keep sparring, I’ll show you what I mean.”

With a frown, Xander turned back to Gunn and shrugged. The two men started again, though Xander was stiff at first, part of his attention remaining on Angel. Soon he was forced to concentrate on Gunn, and he forgot about Angel. Suddenly, there was movement to his left. Angel held his wrist in an iron grip, his fist halted inches from Xander’s face. Xander, breathless, eyed it anxiously.

“I could have just as easily broken your ribs,” he said, letting go of Xander’s wrist and stepping back. “Or slid a knife between them. You’ve managed to compensate for the loss of eyesight on your left in your everyday life, but in a fight, it’s different because there’s so much going on at once. You can’t afford to drop your guard.” He glanced at Gunn. “Didn’t mean to interrupt. Keep going.”

“Actually,” Gunn said, “it’d be a big help if you’d stay. We’ve found that a little two-on-one sparring can be helpful. Why don’t we do a little of that now? We’ll take turns being the one. Staffs?” he asked the two men who stared back at him in surprise. That was the day Angel started joining Xander and Gunn for training.

When he saw William at O’Reilly’s that night, he wished he could jump over the bar and get a hug. William, who seemed to be able to read him so easily, smiled at him as he placed a beer in front of him. “What’s wrong?” he asked.

Xander sighed at his own transparency. “Angel joined me and Gunn for training,” he whined.

William laughed, then sobered. “I’m sorry,” he said. “Was it horrible?”

Xander curled his lips. “No. I guess not. It was actually...illuminating. Bastard! And I did get a punch in.” His face lit up. “I think he’ll bruise. For a couple hours, anyway. Of course, on the flip side, I thought I broke my hand.” He looked down at the offending appendage, curling it into a fist, and then shaking it out.

He looked up at William who was struggling to keep a straight face. “Go ahead, laugh,” he groused.

“Not gonna laugh, luv,” William insisted. “I’ll kiss it and make it better, though, if you want.”

“Really?” Xander asked. “I fell on my ass a couple times, too,” he said, waggling his eyebrows.

William’s eyes went wide as he ran them over the portion of Xander’s body visible above the bar. “Not nice to tease, luv,” he said hoarsely.

“Not teasing,” Xander said, looking at his watch. “I get off in about four hours.” He smirked as he moved down the bar.

“Yes, you will,” William muttered.

Xander kept an eye on William while he worked. Not because he was worried about him, but because he couldn’t keep his thoughts off him, or his eye from straying in his direction every time he caught the low timber of his voice, or a bark of laughter. The other man chatted up the bar patrons and Xander’s co-workers, then spent some time at the pool table. In between, he’d return to the bar to smile at Xander, turning his legs to jelly, and to get a fresh drink. It continued to amaze him that someone so sweet and sexy actually existed, much less was really his. Well, the guy part was still pretty amazing, too, but that this desirable creature loved him persisted in astounding him.

After closing and cleaning up, Xander and William shared a drink with Molly and Paulie, who were the only ones left in the bar at closing time. They walked the two to their cars, and then headed for the diner. It was a shock when they actually ran into a vampire on the way. First, they hadn’t seen any vampires since the night William ripped the vampire’s heart out several days ago, and secondly, there was just the one.

Xander stared at it, then turned to William in shock. “You want it?” he asked the other man.

“Nah, you go ahead,” William said magnanimously. “Unless you’re tired. I mean, you trained earlier, and just got off work. Want me to take it?”

“Only if you want to,” Xander said. “You’re not going to freak, are you?” he asked worriedly.

“Don’t think so,” William replied.

“Good,” Xander said. “Go ahead. It might be cathartic.”

“Cathartic?” William questioned.

“Therapeutic,” Xander clarified.

“You think I need therapy?” William asked.

“No! I meant... Where’s he going?” Xander asked, staring at the retreating vampire.

“I think you both need therapy,” they heard it mutter.

“Hey!” William yelled. “Did you hear that?” He turned to Xander. “You gonna let it talk about me, er, us, that way?”

“It would probably be bad to let it get away with that,” he mused. “Don’t want it to start a precedent.” He pulled the stake out of his pocket, hefted it in his right hand, then tossed it at the vampire’s unprotected back. It lodged in its back, piercing the heart, and the vamp dissolved into a cloud of dust. Xander walked over and retrieved his stake, turning as William caught up to him. “That was almost anticlimactic,” he said.

“My hero,” William said, clasping his hands together.

“Do I get a reward?” Xander asked, re-pocketing the stake and taking William’s hand.

“I thought virtue was its own reward,” William countered.

“Virtue can be overrated,” Xander said, pulling William against him and kissing his neck.

“Oh, most definitely,” William concurred, tilting his head and moaning as Xander sucked on his sensitive flesh.


The two men ate breakfast and chatted with Sally, then rushed home. As soon as they walked through the door, William tossed his jacket over the back of one of the chairs and headed for the kitchen. “Drink?” he asked Xander.

“Just water, thanks,” Xander said, dropping his jacket on William’s and heading for the bathroom. “I’ll be right out.”

“‘Kay,” William replied, his voice muffled from having his head stuck in the refrigerator.

Xander went to the bathroom and cleaned himself, then brushed his teeth. When he returned to the living room, William was sitting on the couch waiting for him. There was a glass of ice water on the end table, and William had already removed his shirt and shoes. He relaxed into the lumpy couch, the fingers of one hand playing with the button at his waistband.

“Undress for me, Xander,” he said.

Xander’s breath caught. He wasn’t sure if it was the sight of William’s sculpted chest, or the sound of his husky voice that piqued his desire. His hands went to the buttons on his shirt, and he slowly slipped them as he watched William lightly run his fingers over his chest and abdomen. Xander unbuttoned all the buttons he could reach, then pulled the shirt out of his pants and unbuttoned the rest.

The shirt hung open over his ribbed undershirt as he unbuttoned the cuffs. With a small movement of his shoulders, the shirt slipped down his arms and pooled at his feet. He toed his shoes off, and unbuckled his belt, slowly pulling it out of the belt loops, then tossing it to the floor. He tugged the undershirt out of his waistband, lifted it, then pulled it off. When his head cleared the material, he saw that William had unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and was lightly rubbing his erection through his boxers.

Xander let his hands glide over his chest and stomach, his fingers stroking, then pinching and pulling his nipples into hard nubs. He placed his fingers at the base of his throat, and took his time dragging them down his torso to his waistband. With a flick he unbuttoned his pants, then pulled the zip down. He shoved the pants over his hips and down his legs, then stepped out of them. He stood before William in just his tented boxers and socks.

William groaned and shoved his hand further down inside his pants, frantically squeezing and pulling at flesh that had been semi-erect since Xander unwittingly suggesting this evening’s plans. “Everything,” he ground out.

Xander bent to pull his socks off, then slid the boxers down, letting them drop to the floor and then kicking them aside. He stood with his arms at his sides, feet slightly apart, watching William watch him. His hard cock stood out from his body, a pearlescent drop decorating the red, swollen tip. The sight of William with his hand inside his pants made him want to leap over the cheap coffee table, push the other man back on the sofa, and rip his clothes off him so he could take his sweet cock into his mouth.

Xander started breathing erratically and his eye glazed as William shoved his boxers down enough for the head of his penis to peak over the waistband. He rubbed his fingers over the weeping top, and then his hand slipped inside the boxers to stroke himself. Xander moaned, clenching his fists tightly to keep from moving.

“Touch yourself for me,” William rasped, shoving his boxers and pants down far enough to free his cock and balls, the elastic band pushing his sac up.

Xander couldn’t get his fingers around his cock fast enough. Oh, God, he silently groaned as he stroked himself with one hand. He spread his legs a little bit more and reached between his legs to fondle his balls with the other hand. He couldn’t believe how hot he’d gotten from stripping for William. Or maybe it was the sound of William’s voice, or the little noises he made, or the sight of him half-naked on the couch with his cock in his hand.

“T-turn around,” William commanded, his voice husky with arousal.

Xander slowly turned until his back was facing William. His fingers were still busy on his cock, but he placed his other hand on one butt cheek, rubbing and kneading the taut flesh teasingly, throwing his head back and moaning, then turning his head so he could look at William over his shoulder, his bottom lip seductively caught between his teeth. Eye locked on William’s, normally a brilliant blue, now black with desire, Xander bent a little to spread his cheeks, arched his back, and ran a finger up and down his cleft.

“Hell, Xander,” William grunted, his hand speeding up. Xander stroked his finger tip over the pucker, gauging William’s reaction as carefully as he could with his own hand pulling at his straining cock, then slipped his finger into his hole, moaning loudly as William froze, and then erupted. “Fuck, Xan!” The other man threw his head back and cried out as his cock pulsed and shot thick, white fluid over his hand and stomach.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Xander uttered reverently.

William’s eyes, once again a bright blue that Xander could drown in, fluttered open, and he smiled the smile of a man utterly replete, exhausted, and in love.

“Oh...fuck,” Xander ground out between clenched teeth as his body tensed, and then shuddered as he found his release, his come exploding over his hand and splashing onto the floor. He absently thanked the gods of poverty that they hadn’t put a rug down as he staggered backwards and dropped onto the coffee table which groaned alarmingly. He let himself fall backwards until his head was resting on William’s leg. “Will,” he groaned.

“Mmmm?” William replied, lifting his hand so he could pull the elastic out of Xander’s hair and run his fingers through the sweat-dampened locks.

“Love you,” Xander managed to get out.

William snorted. “Love you, too.” The two men lay in a silent puddle of goo as their muscles recovered. “Can you move yet?” William asked, moving his leg enough to jiggle Xander’s head.

“Do I have to?” he asked with a pout.

“Yeah,” William replied, drawing the word out. “I still have plans for you.”

Xander’s stomach clenched involuntarily at William’s tone. “You do?” he asked, swallowing hard.

“Mmm hmm,” William responded, the hand in Xander’s hair becoming less gentle as his fingers tangled, and fisted, tugging and tilting Xander’s head back. “If you’ll remember, I promised to kiss it and make it better.” He leaned forward and lowered his head until his lips barely brushed Xander’s, his breath hot on his face. “Get on your knees, Xander.”

The command sent tendrils of electricity spiraling through Xander’s body and straight to his groin. “William?” he asked, breathlessly.

William loosened his hold on Xander’s hair and gave him a gentle shove. Xander sat up, and turned to look at William. “Where...?”

“Right there,” William said, standing and moving to the end of the coffee table with only a slight wobble. He shoved his jeans and boxers off, then used the boxers to wipe his hand and stomach clean. “Xander,” William said, when Xander had yet to move.

Xander rolled to his hands and knees on the coffee table, his body trembling. He wasn’t sure if it was from his previous climax, or William’s tone. Christ, the man could turn him to jelly with a look. Add in the sound of his voice, and Xander was a goner.

“Spread your legs,” William commanded, dropping to his knees behind Xander. He gripped the edges of the table with his hands and slid his knees apart. Before he realized his intent, William was holding his hips and pressing his lips against his buttocks. He kissed, and licked, and sucked, and bit his way across both of Xander’s cheeks, his lips coming tantalizingly close to his hole before moving away, leaving Xander moaning in frustration as his cock hardened.

“Yesss,” Xander hissed, as William spread his cheeks and allowed a brush of warm air to blow over his hole. The teasing breath was followed by a barely-there graze of his tongue. And then another. “William!” Xander cried, pressing back in an urgent plea for more. William could be such a tease, and he really wanted the man’s tongue on his ass, pressed deeply inside him. The thought of it alone had him hardening, tightening. If only he would...

William began to noisily lap at his hole, and Xander screamed when he closed his lips around it and sucked. He panted as William alternated between licking and sucking on him, then cried out again when William stabbed his tongue inside him. “Oh, God, yes, Will, please, more,” Xander urged him on as William’s tongue became the center of his universe. His arms began to shake with the strain of holding himself up under William’s onslaught.

Xander reached for his cock, knowing it would only take a touch to send him over. William batted his hand away, and Xander wailed as he was denied release. “William, please,” he begged. “For God’s...” He broke off and screamed as William’s hot hand wrapped around his swollen, aching penis, and with three hard pulls, brought him off.

His body stiffened and froze, and then his cock was spurting his release onto the coffee table beneath him. He felt bereft as William’s touch deserted him, and he let his head drop to the coffee table as his body was wracked by post-orgasmic tremors. The soft sounds of skin-on-skin and moans as William worked himself toward his own orgasm finally breached the haze surrounding Xander. He moved his head so he could see behind him.

William was lying on the floor, eyes slitted, tongue caught between his teeth as a self-satisfied grin graced his face. His hands were busy between his legs, but both eyes were on Xander. “You are fucking gorgeous,” he said, panting as he neared release.

“Stop,” Xander commanded, and William froze. Xander slid around on the coffee table and crawled off the end to straddle William’s body. “I think that’s mine,” he said, and took William into his mouth as he’d wanted to do earlier.

“Oh, God, yes, yours, Xan,” William babbled, his hands going to Xander’s head as Xander worked him unmercifully with hands and mouth, tongue and teeth, until William was writhing beneath him begging for Xander to finish him off. With one last, hard suck, Xander complied. William exploded into his mouth with a cry of relief. Xander sucked and swallowed until he milked William dry, then let his softening penis fall from his lips.

He crawled up William’s body, and pressed himself against the other man’s quivering flesh. Xander rolled to the side and pulled William with him, wrapping his arms around him and holding him tightly. “Have I told you today how much I love you?” he asked.

“You might’ve mentioned it...once or twice,” William replied languorously. “But I never get tired of hearing it,” he added, as his arm slipped around Xander’s waist.

“I love you,” Xander whispered. “Always love you.”

Part Seventeen

Xander woke up before the alarm went off the next morning. He shifted, then moaned and grinned as his body protested the movement. He’d never felt so sexy, so desirable, until he met William. Even with Anya, who’d proclaimed him to be a Viking in the sack, he’d still felt like the Zeppo. Had until the day William showed him how much he wanted him. He rolled onto his side and watched his lover sleep.

He let his eye wander over William’s body, barely managing to keep his hand from tracing the same path and waking the man who shared his bed, had taken over his heart. The need to reach out and touch him was almost unbearable. The light brown curls, tousled in sleep, the soft, lush lips, the hard, muscled chest... When his eye returned to William’s face, he found startlingly blue eyes staring back at him. He smiled, and William smiled in response.

“Morning,” he whispered.

“Mornin’, luv,” William said, raising his arms above his head and stretching.

“Tease,” Xander pouted.

“Who’s teasing?” William asked, and pounced, trapping Xander beneath him. William nibbled on Xander’s lips, then sucked the bottom one into his mouth. Xander moaned, shivering. William’s tongue pressed between his lips, and Xander met it with his own. He pulled back and stared down at Xander. “You been watching me again?” he asked huskily.

“Maybe,” Xander hedged.

“What were you thinking?” William asked, as he kissed Xander once more, and then moved his attentions to his neck.

“I was thinking...” Xander hesitated as William sucked on his neck. “ much you mean to me. How you...complete me,” he said.

“You gettin’ all mushy on me, Xan?” William whispered in his ear.

“Y-you make me feel mushy,” Xander stammered, running his fingers into William’s hair to pull the other man’s lips back to his.

“I thought I made you hard,” William said when he pulled back so they could both breathe, pressing his groin into Xander’s.

“Oh, yeah,” Xander groaned. “Definitely make me hard. Oh, God, yeah, don’t stop,” he babbled as William began to thrust against him, his lips moving over Xander’s face and neck. He spread his legs and placed his feet on the bed, then grasped his lover’s ass, pulling him closer, lifting his own hips into him. “That’s...need...oh, yes!”

Xander’s muscles tensed, and his back arched off the bed; he shuddered, crying out while his orgasm ripped through him. His whole body tingled as he melted into the sheet beneath him. William was still moving against him, grunting and babbling into his neck as he worked himself to release. Xander turned his face into William’s neck, and latched onto the sensitive skin there. William’s speed increased as Xander sucked hard, intent on leaving a mark, and then he screamed when Xander bit him, his warm seed splashing between them.

William’s bones dissolved into a goopy mass of...bone-goo, and he let himself rest fully atop Xander, their bodies stuck together with sweat and come. The alarm went off, and William groaned into his neck. Xander laughed. “I like waking up like this,” he said.

“Me, too. Don’t wanna move, though,” William whined.

“Me, neither,” Xander agreed, and then pinched William’s behind.

“Hey!” William squealed, rolling off Xander, poking him with bony knees and ripping their stomach’s apart.

“Ow,” Xander protested through his laughter.

“You think that’s funny, mate?” William growled, rubbing the abused cheek.

Xander looked into narrowed blue eyes and tried not to laugh, then saw the way William’s hair was standing up all over his head, and gave in to the giggles. “No!” he tried to assure William. “I don’t...” He choked on the words, barely able to breathe. “I don’t think it’s funny,” he finished breathlessly. “Honest.” He snickered.

“That’s it...,” William threatened menacingly, and Xander rolled off the bed, onto his feet, and was racing for the bathroom before he could finish.

“We need to shower if we’re gonna have time for lunch before heading to work,” he called back over his shoulder, trying to convince his lover not to take his revenge. He had the shower on and was waiting for it to warm up when William slunk into the bathroom.

“All right,” he snarled his agreement. “But you just wait, ‘cause I’m gonna... Hey! Hey, hey!” he cried, looking into the mirror. “You left a mark!” He tilted his head to the side to see it better, his fingers running over the reddened mark that was already starting to bruise.

Xander stepped up behind him, and wrapped his arms around the slightly smaller man’s waist. “So I did,” he agreed huskily, staring at William’s reflection in the mirror. “You mind?” he asked, gently biting William’s shoulder.

The other man shivered beneath his touch as he bit his way along William’s shoulder to his neck, and then deliberately placed his mouth over the hickey, sucking on it once more before tenderly touching his teeth to it. William let his head drop back on Xander’s shoulder, and Xander gently shook his head, almost like a dog with a bone, and then moaned, sending a vibration through William’s neck and straight to the other man’s groin, if his cock’s reaction was any indication.

“No,” William whimpered.

“No, what?” Xander asked softly, reaching around him and taking his erection into his hand, stroking his thumb over the head and gently pulling.

“No...I don’t...mind,” William managed to get out.

“Good.” Xander licked a path up William’s neck to his ear, then nipped his earlobe. He took a step back from his lover, making sure the other man wasn’t going to fall, and then stepped into the shower.

“Xan!” He heard William complain.

“Get in here, William,” he commanded, his voice hoarse with desire. William’s pout turned to a look of confusion as he pushed the shower curtain back and stepped into the shower with Xander, who was on his knees, his ass resting on his heels.

“Wh-what’re you doing?” William asked, pushing the curtain shut.

Xander licked his lips suggestively with the tip of his tongue. “What do you think I’m doing?” he asked. “Come here, William.” He held out one hand. William took his hand and stepped forward, right into Xander’s waiting mouth.

“Oh, fuck!” he cried, as Xander’s warm, wet mouth closed over his cockhead. He leaned forward and braced his free hand against the tiled wall behind Xander. Gasps and wordless groans filled the air as Xander sucked up and down William’s shaft. He hummed around the penis filling his mouth, and had to drop William’s hand to grasp his hips and keep him from violently fucking his mouth.

William’s hand went to Xander’s head and buried itself in his hair, pulling him closer. Xander kept a grip on William’s hip with one hand as he let the other drop to the heavy sac hanging between his legs. He alternated between gently tugging, squeezing, and rolling his balls, and then he took William in as far as he was able, and worked his throat around him. William came with a cry that surely woke the neighbors, and Xander swallowed as much as he could, letting the rest drip out of his mouth and down his chin so he didn’t choke on it.

When he was done, Xander pulled his mouth off William and slid his arm around the other man’s thighs, holding his still-trembling body upright. “You all right?” he asked softly, letting the water wash the come off his chin.

“Guh!” William replied, and Xander rested his forehead against the other man’s stomach.

“Let me know when you can stand,” he said, not moving. His own cock was hard, but he had other plans for it than a quick wank to relieve the pressure. He grinned evilly.

“Why?” William whined.

“So we can finish showering,” Xander replied. “Start showering,” he corrected.

“Why?” William asked again. Xander laughed, and pushed William back enough so he could stand without letting go of the other man.

“Come on,” he said, gently maneuvering him under the water. “Let me do you first.”

“What about you?” William asked, indicating the erection jutting from the dark curls between Xander’s thighs.

“Don’t worry,” Xander whispered. “We’ll take care of that in a minute.” He grabbed the shampoo bottle and flipped the top open.

“We will?” William asked worriedly.

“Oh, yeah,” Xander rasped. He rubbed his hands together, then started lathering William’s hair. Xander pressed his body into William’s back, his hard-on grinding into his ass. “I’m going to fuck you,” he whispered into William’s ear, his low, husky tone at odds with the gentle play of his fingers on William’s scalp. He nibbled on his neck, and then moved back to his ear. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard, you’ll be thinking of me all day. When you sit, when you bend over, every...single...step you’ll remember my cock in your ass.” He tilted his hips, nudging the ass in question with his swollen, aching, and more-than-ready penis.

“Xan!” William moaned, pressing his ass back.

“Promise,” Xander hissed, and then turned him around to rinse the shampoo out. William’s eyes were nearly closed, his lids heavy with desire.

The two men hurriedly finished showering, and then Xander reached for the conditioner. “Turn around,” he instructed. With a small moan, William did as he was told. Xander filled his hand with conditioner, and then wrapped his arm around William’s chest. “Hold on,” he suggested huskily, then coated William’s hole with the conditioner and pressed in with one finger. William whimpered.

“I love how you feel, William,” Xander said. “So tight and smooth and hot. How does it feel? My finger in your ass?” he asked. Before William could answer, Xander found his prostate.

“Fuck! Fuck, Xander, please, fuck me, oh, God, yes, feels so good,” he babbled. “So good, Xan, please...”

Xander stopped talking, his body reacting to the way William responded when he touched him. He pulled his finger out and replaced it with two. He sucked on William’s shoulder as he stretched and stimulated his lover, turned on by the fact that he could give William enough pleasure to make him incoherent. Removing his fingers, Xander let go of William and grabbed a foil packet off the shower caddy, glad they’d thought to keep some in here ever since the night they’d taken a bath together.

He quickly tore the packet open and covered himself, rubbing the shaft along William’s cleft and coating it with conditioner. He spread William’s cheeks, and the other man bent slightly at the waist, moving his legs apart to give Xander better access. Xander placed his cockhead at the puckered entrance to William’s body, and grabbed hold of his hip. “Ready?” he asked.

“Fuck, yes, Xander! Just fuck me, for God’s sake!” William snarled.

Xander slowly pressed into William, who moaned as his head breached him. When Xander didn’t move fast enough to suit him, William pushed back, impaling himself on Xander’s cock. Both men cried out; Xander, as he was suddenly gripped inside William’s tight channel, and William, as he was suddenly filled.

“Did I hurt you?” Xander asked worriedly.

“No,” William groaned. “But if you don’t start moving, I’m going to hurt you.”

Xander smiled, and placed both hands on William’s hips. “Remember what I said, William,” he grated, as he slowly pulled out of the other man. “Every...single...step.” Xander drove back into him, angling his hips until he found William’s pleasure spot, and then slamming into it with every thrust.

William was truly incoherent now, and the noises issuing from his throat made Xander more frantic as he pounded into his lover. He wrapped his arm around William, splaying his fingers and pressing his palm over his nipple, then pulled him back against his chest. He rested his cheek against William’s hair, his lips near his ear. Xander moved his other hand from William’s hip to his groin, brushing his fingers through the coarse curls before wrapping them around William’s hard flesh.

“You make me so hot, Will,” Xander rasped into his ear, kneading William’s chest and stroking his cock as he pumped into him. “You’re so fucking sexy. Want you so much.” Xander dropped his lips to William’s neck and sucked.

William came with a scream when Xander grazed the other man’s neck with his teeth. His pulsing cock filled Xander’s hand as his internal muscles squeezed Xander’s cock. With a roar, Xander exploded, his body shuddering as he reached completion.


Xander checked his watch for the third time in the last five minutes. O’Reilly’s was crowded and he was busy behind the bar, but he was jittery as he waited for William to show up. He looked around the bar once more to see if he could find the cause of his unease, however, nothing looked out of place.

He cast his mind back over the day’s events. After their romp in the shower, he and William slowly dressed and shared the paper over coffee. They had lunch at their favorite restaurant, and then he’d walked William to Prologue and come to the pub for his shift, as usual. Nothing out of the ordinary. So why did he have such a bad feeling? He looked at his watch again.

Minutes later William entered the bar, and Xander sighed deeply in relief. His whole body relaxed as tension he hadn’t realized he was holding eased, and his hand shook as he drew a draft for his lover. William stepped up to the end of the bar with a wide smile which faltered when he saw the expression on Xander’s face.

“What’s wrong?” he asked worriedly.

Xander just shook his head, pressing his lips together. “I don’t know,” he said, sliding the beer across the bar. “I’ve just had a bad feeling all night, like something awful’s going to happen. I was worried... I’m glad you’re here.”

“I’m fine,” William assured him, resting his hand over Xander’s. “Don’t worry. Nothing bad is going to...”

“Oh, crap,” Xander muttered, looking over William’s shoulder.

“What? Vamps?” William asked worriedly, turning and looking through the crowd to see what had upset Xander. Fred and Gunn stood just inside the doorway surveying the room; Cordy and Angel behind them.

“Just one,” Xander groaned.


Xander reluctantly waved when Fred caught his eye. The brunette smiled and waved back, turned to say something to Gunn, pointed in their direction, and then led the group over to the bar.

“Hi, William,” she chirped in her southern drawl, pulling him in for a quick hug and a kiss. “Xander.” She leaned over the bar to give Xander a half hug and a kiss on the cheek. “How’re y’all doin’?”

“Hi, Fred, Gunn,” William replied shyly, shaking Gunn’s proffered hand. Xander knew he was still uncertain whether Gunn and Fred really liked him for himself, or just because he was with Xander. He also noticed him casting nervous glances towards Cordy, whose presence was obviously making William as nervous as Angel’s presence made him.

Xander squeezed Fred, and then shook Gunn’s hand. “We’re doing good,” he answered for both of them. “Or we were,” he muttered beneath his breath before turning his attention to the other two. “Cordy, Angel,” he greeted them, not even bothering with false cheer.

“Hey, Xander, William,” Cordy greeted them without her usual bubbly demeanor, and gave Xander a pleading look.

“Xander, Will-William,” Angel greeted the two men, and Xander wasn’t sure he’d ever seen the dark vampire looking this...anxious before.

“Hey,” William mumbled, pushing back into the bar behind him.

Xander placed his hand on the bar behind William, and surreptitiously rubbed his thumb over his back. He could almost see William relaxing into his touch. “So, what brings LA’s fighters of evil out tonight?” he asked.

“We have the night off!” Fred squealed excitedly. “Angel wanted to...,” she paused, “...stay in tonight and brood, like he usually does, but we insisted he come out with us. You don’t mind, do you?” she asked, with big, earnest eyes.

Xander wanted to tell her to take Angel and shove him, but he couldn’t say that to Fred. “Of course not,” he lied. “What can I get you to drink?”

“Hey, Alex,” Molly interrupted them. “I need a Bass draft, a JD and coke, and a slow comfortable screw.” She batted her eyelashes at a blushing William. “Hi, William. I didn’t see you come in.”

“Molly,” William greeted her with a grin, and Xander laughed once he knew his lover was back on track with a friendly face. “Is that really a drink?” he asked.

“And if it’s not?” she continued to tease him.

“Molly,” Xander warned, setting the beer on her tray.

“I know, I know,” Molly said, holding her hands up in mock surrender. “The pretty man is all yours. No touching allowed.”

“‘M not pretty,” William muttered.

“Yeah, ya are,” Fred said, and Molly turned her attention to the group standing behind her at the bar.

“Heya, Fred, Gunn! How the heck are you?” Molly greeted Xander’s friends. Molly chatted with Fred and Gunn, and got introduced to Angel and Cordy, while Xander mixed the drinks. As he placed the last drink on the tray, Molly gave him a smile and a wink, and whisked the tray away.

“Excuse me for a minute,” Xander said reluctantly, squeezing William’s arm, and then moving down the bar to serve his customers who were clamoring for attention. Once everyone had been refilled, Xander pulled a draft for Gunn and fixed an Amaretto Sour for Fred.

“Here,” he said, setting them on the end of the bar and sliding them across. “What can I get you?” he asked Cordy and Angel.

“Whiskey neat for the glowering vampire,” Cordy said, “and a strawberry daiquiri for me. Please. And thank you.”

“You feeling all right, Cord?” Gunn teased.

“Bite me, Charles,” she replied, and the three of them laughed at the familiar banter; Angel smiled slightly.

Xander was handing their drinks over when Molly yelled across the room. “William!” They all turned to look at her. “Got you a table,” she said, pointing to the table she’d just cleared before placing a reserved sign on it and walking away to serve her other tables.

Xander’s heart plummeted at the thought of William leaving him, even if only for a couple of minutes, and being with Angel. As if he could read his mind, William said, “Why don’t you guys go on over and have a seat? Xander and I will be along as soon as he’s done here.”

“Are you sure?” Fred asked politely.

“Positive,” William said. “His shift will be over soon, and then we’ll join you.”

“All right,” Fred said with a smile. “See ya in a bit, then.” She led the way across the crowded room to the table.

Xander watched them go, then turned to look at William, who was leaning on the bar looking back at him. He smiled. “You didn’t have to do that,” he said.

“Wanted to do that,” William replied.

Xander pursed his lips in embarrassment. It was so unfair that William could see right through him, and know his every insecurity. “Thank you,” Xander said.

William grinned, and then winked. “You can thank me later, luv.”

Part Eighteen

Xander pushed the apartment door shut and leaned back against it, breathing a soft sigh of relief as he watched William shrug out of his jacket. For a moment there, he’d feared the night would never end. He still couldn’t believe Angel had shown up at O’Reilly’s. Poncey bugger, he thought, reverting to Spike-speak. Xander sighed again. He really couldn’t blame Angel for wanting to get to know William, and that was the problem. He was feeling conflicted.

“What’s wrong, luv?” William asked. Xander looked into his lover’s eyes and watched him walk back over to the door; stalk - predatorily - back over to the door. William placed his hands on either side of Xander’s face and lightly kissed his lips.

“I love you,” Xander said, breathless merely from the sight, the fact, of his lover.

“Love you, too, Xan,” William assured him, then rested his forehead against Xander’s. “What was the deep sigh for?” he asked.

“I just...I don’t want to share you with Angel, and then I feel guilty because I don’t want to share you with Angel,” he admitted.

“You don’t have to share me with anyone,” William promised. “I’m yours. All of me. Only yours. Forever and always.” William peppered his face with kisses as he spoke, and rubbed their bodies together at chest and groin.

“William,” Xander groaned, grasping William’s hips. “You know exactly what to say to make me feel better. could be the naughty touching.” He felt William smile against his face.

“I think there should be less talking,” William said. “And more thanking.” He captured Xander’s mouth, swallowing the moan as one hand slipped between them and stroked Xander through his pants. Xander frantically tugged at William’s shirt until he’d untucked enough to slip his hands beneath it. William’s skin was satiny soft to his touch, and he ran his hands up and down his back.

“‘Kay,” Xander panted in agreement when William released him to breathe, his roaming hands slipping around William’s sides, pulling the shirt all the way out of his pants and stroking his abdomen. He grabbed William’s waist and spun them around quickly, so that William’s back was to the door. His lips recaptured William’s as nimble fingers went to work unbuttoning and unzipping William’s pants.

Xander licked and nibbled on William’s lips, sucked on his tongue, and stroked the inside of his mouth. He pushed William’s pants down his hips, and then ran his hands over every part of him in a frenzied exploration; touching him everywhere, except his penis. He pushed his shirt up as hands glided over his stomach and chest, then around to his back, and down to his ass. He was addicted to William. The feel of him; the taste of him.

He couldn’t get enough of him; wanted to touch him all over, taste every inch of him, be in him, surround him. Xander ripped his lips from William’s and placed a trail of kisses along his jaw and down his neck, licking and sucking at strategic points along the way. His lips and tongue moved to his collarbone, to his nipples, to his belly button. He flicked his tongue inside the indentation, and continued his journey down William’s body as the other man squirmed and moaned at his touch.

Xander quickly knelt before William, and shoved his pants down his legs. He gripped William’s thighs, and buried his face in his groin, breathing in the musky scent of his sex. He feverishly rubbed his face over William’s penis, then licked at his balls. They tightened when he gently sucked on them, and then he ran his tongue up William’s cock from base to ridge. William buried his fingers in Xander’s hair, and he raised his eye, watching William’s reaction as he pleasured him.

The other man’s back was arched, his face flushed, his mouth open as he panted for breath, his eyes locked on the sight of Xander’s tongue on his cock. His shirt was bunched up around his waist, and his pants were down around his knees. He painted the perfect picture of a debauched lover, and Xander had done that to him. He groaned.

“Xander, please,” William whimpered.

“What?” Xander asked. “What do you want, Will?” He pressed his lips to William’s shaft and sucked on it.

“Suck me, Xander, please, suck me, oh, God, suck me,” William pleaded as Xander sucked his way up William’s shaft, and then lapped at the head while his hands slipped around William’s hips to squeeze and knead his buttocks. William’s cock was leaking pre-come, and Xander licked it off, poking his tongue into his slit to get every drop. The combined taste and smell of him - his flesh and his liquid essence - shot straight to Xander’s groin.

Xander soon relented, since he wanted nothing more than to take William into his mouth anyway, and closed his lips over the head of William’s penis. He sucked and licked it, the feel of William in his mouth now forever linked to lollipops in his memory. Xander released one of William’s cheeks and lowered his hand to his own waistband, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants excitedly.

He took William all the way into his mouth, sucking up and down the shaft, slicking it with his saliva. When he finally freed his engorged shaft from his boxers and wrapped his fingers around the hard and aching flesh, he groaned with relief. William cried out at the vibration around his penis.

Xander placed his hand on William’s hip once more, and pressed him into the door. He breathed through his nose and relaxed his throat muscles, then lowered his mouth over his lover’s tumescent shaft until it filled his mouth and slid down his throat. Xander stroked his cock, squeezing and pulling on it roughly to assuage his own desire. He lifted his eye to William’s face, then swallowed around his cock.

William’s hands were clutching at his head, his own head twisting and turning in wild abandon against the door as his body writhed beneath Xander’s ministrations. He was moaning incoherently, though every once in a while Xander could make out the sound of his name and ‘please, please’. Xander had discovered that witnessing William’s loss of control was a great turn-on, and this was no exception.

When Xander swallowed, William’s whole body arched, and he froze, his mouth open in a silent scream, his eyes wide and staring at nothing. And then his scream of release rent the air, and his hips were jerking as he came, shooting his seed down Xander’s throat. Xander’s hand quickened on his own erection as William reached completion.

He let William’s softening penis slip from his mouth and buried his face in the other man’s groin as his hand moved faster and faster along his own shaft. He was so fucking close! God, he just needed...

“Love you, Xan,” William rasped breathlessly, and Xander came, his cries muffled against the soft flesh of William’s hip as his cock pulsed, and warm fluid spilled out to cover his hand.


Once they were able to move, the two men cleaned themselves up, and Xander wiped the drying semen off the floor. They got drinks of water to re-hydrate their bodies, and throats dry and raspy from gasps of desire, and then climbed into bed, curling into each other. Though his body was still weak from his orgasm, Xander’s mind was running at warp speed, and his thoughts drifted back to earlier that night, when Angel and the gang showed up at O’Reilly’s.

After Fred, Gunn, Angel, and Cordy seated themselves at the table Molly procured for them, Xander continued to work behind the bar. It was his night to get off early, and he and William usually shared a drink with friends and played some pool before heading for the diner. Several times he caught William’s eyes as the other man watched him mix and hand out drinks. If it wasn’t for William waiting for him with a knowing smile, Xander would have stayed behind the bar all night.

When he could put it off no longer, Xander pulled and mixed refills for everyone and added a beer for himself. Molly saw him loading the tray up and laughed. She gave her order to Tom, the other bartender on duty, and picked up Xander’s tray. “Let me get this for you,” she said, still laughing.

“I can carry a tray,” Xander muttered grouchily. He and William exchanged looks, and then Xander lifted the bar and stepped out into the crowd. It always felt weird to switch sides, to move from bartender to customer. He took William’s hand in his, squared his shoulders, and led William to the table. Thankfully, the two empty chairs were between Cordy and Gunn. Xander took the seat beside Cordy, and William sat beside Gunn. They indulged in meaningless chatter, and he didn’t let go of William’s hand until Fred piped up excitedly with, “Look, y’all, the pool table’s free! Let’s play a game!”

“Oh, yeah,” Xander growled into William’s ear as he just remembered the pool game.

“Hmm, what?” William replied sleepily.

“The next time we all play pool, and one brilliant half-demon thinks it would be a great idea to team the guys against the girls, you have to play with Cordy and Fred,” Xander complained.

William chuckled tiredly, then squealed as Xander tickled him in revenge. “What are you complaining about?” he asked between giggles as his breathing slowly returned to normal. “You won. Besides,” he added after he’d sobered, “Cordy’s kinda...”

“Scary?” Xander supplied

“Yeah,” William agreed.

“Well, she was the Queen Bitch of Sunnydale High. The girl’s got a reputation to protect,” Xander joked.

“That seems kinda harsh,” William said softly.

“It would be,” Xander said, nuzzling William’s neck, “if she didn’t have ‘Queen C’ tattooed on her ass.”

William snorted in disbelief. “She does not.”

“Does, too,” Xander replied seriously.

“Does not!” William said, louder.

“Well, she might,” Xander relented with a smile.

They fell silent once more, until William spoke. “Is Angel always that...”

“Broody?” Xander suggested.

“Was gonna say ‘quiet’, but ‘broody’ works, too,” William replied.

“Pretty much,” Xander said, then sighed. “Guilt. He blames himself for everything. Not that he’s wrong,” he added, just to prove to himself that he wasn’t feeling that conflicted about the dark vampire.

“Including me, er, Spike?” William asked after a moment.

“He turned Spike into a vampire, so yeah, he’s probably feeling guilty about that, and for everything he did or didn’t do to or for Spike during the time that he knew him until he...died,” Xander said.

Xander watched William as he assimilated that information. The other man nervously twined their fingers together. “What do you think he wants from me?” he asked.

Xander didn’t answer right away, wanting to think his answer through. Finally, he squeezed William’s hand and spoke. “I think he wants to get to know you. I think he wants to atone; give you everything he didn’t give Spike.”

“Would you let him?” William whispered.

“I’ll let him do what we need him to do to help you; to find out who you are and what happened to you. I’ll let him give you a family and friendship and support. But if he ever touches you, or tries to take you away from me, I’ll kill him,” Xander said, his tone low and deadly serious.

“That’s awfully...severe,” William’s voice cracked, and his fingers tightened on Xander’s. “And for some reason, a complete turn on,” he rasped breathlessly. “You’d kill for me, Xander?” he asked, rolling Xander to his back and pressing between his legs.

“Oh, yes,” Xander groaned, spreading his thighs to cradle William between them, unsure whether he was answering William’s question or approving of his action. William’s hard cock pressed into his groin, and Xander’s own penis reacted to the stimuli of touch and sound. “Yes, William,” he said again, to be sure his lover knew he was answering him. “I’d kill to protect you; I’d kill to keep you. Oh, God!” he cried when William latched onto a nipple as he thrust against him.


The phone rang early the next afternoon as they were reading the paper over coffee, dressed in sweat pants because it was Saturday, despite the fact that they both had to go to work. Xander considered staying right where he was - reclining on the couch between William’s legs, snuggled up against his lover’s bare chest - instead of answering the call. He felt William stretch, and then the other man was handing him his cell.

Xander sighed and took it. “Thanks,” he muttered before pressing the ‘call’ button. “Hello,” he said grumpily into the speaker.

“Xander!” Willow screeched happily into his ear, and Xander quickly moved the phone away, shaking his head in an attempt to halt the ringing now taking place in his ears.

He put the phone back. “Willow?”

“I got the pictures!” she yelled, and he could see her jumping up and down.

“Are you jumping up and down?” he asked.

There was silence, then, “No,” Willow said.

Xander laughed. “Liar.”

Willow giggled like the young girl he remembered. “He’s gorgeous, Xander!” she squealed. “And you two look so great together.”

William snorted, as Willow’s words echoed into the apartment.

“He is gorgeous,” Xander agreed, dropping the paper and relaxing back against his lover. It served William right for making him answer the phone. “You really think we look good together?” he asked uncertainly. He knew William was hot, but he wasn’t much in the looks department.

“Not just good,” Willow said. “Great! Kennedy, don’t they look great?” He heard her ask her lover.

“They look great,” Kennedy agreed. “Xander’s even sexier now with the longer hair,” she added.

“See?” Willow said. “It’s not just me. I bet if I showed the other Slayers...”

“No!” Xander yelped into the receiver, then sighed and shook his head as Willow laughed at him.

“Tell me about him,” she said softly.

“I’ve already told you about him,” Xander protested.

“No,” Willow denied. “You’ve told me things any stranger could see. Tell me best friend things,” she wheedled. “It’ll be even better now, ‘cause I can look at the pictures while you talk. So go ahead, talk!” she urged.

“Well,” Xander began nervously. “Will, he’s right here,” he whined.

“Go in the other room if you don’t want him to hear,” Willow suggested.

“Nooo,” Xander said. “I guess he can hear.” He hesitated, rubbing the back of William’s hand with his thumb. He could tell that William had stopped reading the paper, and could picture the head tilt as he studied him. “Sometimes,” he said, his voice breaking. “Sometimes he takes my patch off when we’re...and he kisses my scar.”

“Oh, Xander!” Willow said, but Xander barely heard her. William dropped the section of paper he was reading and wrapped his arms around Xander, burying his face in Xander’s neck.

“Love you,” he whispered.

“Me, too,” Xander whispered back.

“I don’t have any tissues!” Willow was wailing. “Kennedy, bring me tissues.”

“Sorry, you don’t wanna know...,” Xander started.

“No, no, no! This is exactly what I wanted to know!” Willow said. “You just...went with the big guns first,” she sniffled.

Xander smiled, leaning into his lover. “He snores,” he said.

“Do not!” William protested, and Willow giggled tearily.

“He does, too,” Xander said. “And his hair sticks up in the morning. It’s really cute.”

William snorted again.

“More,” Willow said. “Tell me more... Xander I miss you.”

“I miss you, too, Will,” Xander said. “Let’s see...he has wonderful hands. I like to hold his hand. And a beautiful smile...”

“I can see that,” Willow said, and Xander imagined her looking at the photos they’d sent her.

“The sound of his laugh can make my toes curl,” Xander said. He was lost in thoughts of William, and could almost forget that he wasn’t just talking to himself. “And he kisses like... I don’t know like what, but when he kisses me, I don’t want him to ever stop.”

William growled into his neck, and Xander could feel his lover’s hard flesh pressing into his back. William nibbled on the sensitive skin from shoulder to earlobe as his hands moved over Xander’s abdomen, one gliding up his chest to thumb a nipple, the other sliding beneath the waistband of his sweat pants to loosely fist his already hardening member. Xander tilted his head, and William claimed his lips.

“Oh, Xander,” Willow said. “You sound so happy. Are you happy?”

“Yes,” Xander replied breathlessly after reluctantly wrenching his lips from William’s. “I’m happy. I’m very happy. William is... He makes me...”

“Complete,” William whispered in his ear, then sucked on his earlobe.

Xander grinned, then bit his lip. “Complete,” he said hoarsely. “He completes me.”

“Oh, Xander. I love you,” Willow said. “And I’m so happy for you.”

“Love you, too, Will,” Xander replied. “Listen, I, um...”

“You’ve got to go,” Willow said.

“Yeah, I...”

“We’ll talk again soon, right?” Willow asked.

“Absolutely,” Xander said, then disconnected and let the phone fall to the floor. “William!” He pushed back into William’s mouth, then lifted his hips into William’s hand.

“Want you,” William said. “Want you right now, Xander.”

“Yes!” Xander heartily agreed.

“Naked,” William demanded. “Get naked.” He reached behind him and pulled the drawer out of the coffee table, then scrabbled through the detritus to find the lube and a condom wrapper.

Xander scrambled to remove his sweat pants, lifting his hips and pushing them down, then tossing them to the floor. “” he asked, nearly frenetic with need.

“Get on your knees,” William said, quickly uncapping the tube and squeezing lube into his hand. Xander crawled to his knees, balancing his hands on the arm of the couch. “Lift your ass for me, Xander,” William whispered huskily. “Open up for me.”

Xander groaned as William’s words went straight to his cock. He tightened his grip on the arm, and lowered his head to the cushion, then spread his knees as far as he could.

“That’s it,” William voice was rough. “You’re so beautiful, Xan.” He leaned forward and placed a kiss on Xander’s buttock, then another over his exposed hole. Xander shuddered.

“Will,” he begged.

“Wish I could take my time with you,” William muttered hoarsely, “but I wanna be inside you. Need to feel you around me, Xan.” His finger circled Xander’s entrance, and then pushed inside.

“Yes. Yes, yes,” Xander moaned, pressing back.

William slid his finger in and out of Xander, coating his passage with lube and allowing him to stretch to accommodate the intrusion, and then he reached for his prostate. Xander screamed and writhed on William’s finger as he stroked the nerves. William removed his finger and replaced it with two, alternately stretching and stimulating his lover. Xander bit his lip as William carefully entered him with three fingers. The burn was exquisite.

“William,” he begged, and the fingers were gone. There was a flurry of activity behind him, and when Xander looked back, William was kneeling between his spread legs, coating his condom-covered cock with lube. William grasped his hips and pulled him backwards until Xander felt his cockhead nudge his puckered opening. William pressed until his head passed the ring of muscle, and then slowly slid the rest of the way inside him.

“Sit up,” William said. Xander sat up as William sat back, and found himself sitting on William’s thighs, held tightly to his chest, and impaled on his cock.

“Holy...fuck!” he gasped.

“Oh, yes,” William agreed. “Fuck...fuck yourself on me,” he said. Xander lifted up, and dropped back down. He cried out.

“Amazing, amazing,” he babbled, as he grabbed William’s thighs for balance and used his leg muscles to lift and lower himself, to fuck himself on William’s cock. William wrapped his fingers around Xander’s dancing penis and began to pull him in time with the rhythm Xander set while he licked and nibbled on the bits of neck and shoulder he could reach as Xander bounced on his cock.

“That’s it, Xan, that’s my beautiful love, fuck me, yes...,” William babbled. Xander moved faster, William’s words, his breath on his neck, his hand on his shaft, his cock inside him, all spurring him on. He heard a wordless keen, and then realized it was him. He came, his body stiffening, and then shuddering in release. Before he’d finished, he felt William tense beneath him, and then he was biting down on Xander’s shoulder as his cock pulsed inside him.


The phone rang again just as they were getting ready to leave for their late lunch. Since he was going to take it with him anyway, Xander picked it up. He looked at the display. The number had an LA area code, but he didn’t recognize it. He pressed the button. “Hello.”

“Xander,” a familiar voice said. “Wesley Wyndam-Pryce here. I was hoping you and William could come back to the office. As soon as possible, if you can. Today would be...”

“Wesley. We’re just heading out to work,” Xander replied flatly, reflexively reaching for William. “What’s this about?”

“We’ve got the preliminary results of the blood tests back, and I’d like to discuss those with you, and I’d also like to run more tests on William...”

“What kind of tests?” Xander interrupted him again. He pulled William close and rubbed his back to soothe himself.

“Oh, physical tests, such as strength and endurance, and perhaps a CAT scan...”

“What were the results of the blood tests?” Xander asked, swallowing nervously.

“Well, I’d really like to discuss that in person...”

“Why?” Xander demanded. There was a brief silence. “Wesley?”

“There were some abnormalities,” Wesley said.

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