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Epilogue

“I’ve changed my mind. I’m not going.” 

Xander’s mutinous words were what led to their current stalemate. Not that Spike minded much; he loved a good tussle the same as any vamp. Besides, he had no doubt he would change the boy’s mind again. 

He stared down at Xander’s bare chest painted in blood, almost hypnotized by the random pattern it made. The scent was overpowering in the small apartment and he’d not realized how close to the surface his demon had been until he licked his lips in appreciation at the sight and cut his tongue on a fang. 

The body beneath him tensed.  

Spike focused on Xander’s face and saw eyes tinged an unholy shade of green and staring transfixed at his mouth. He leaned closer, smirking, as he teased the boy with the blood he could feel dribbling down his chin.  

“Want it, pet?”  

The desperate, high-pitched whine, so full of need and want, nearly made Spike come.  

“Tell me what I want to hear,” Spike demanded. He couldn’t resist the slight thrust of his hips as added incentive. “Tell me…” He cajoled in his most irresistible voice; he had no qualms about bringing out the big guns if it got him what he wanted. He was a bastard that way. 

“Spike…”    

“Xander,” Spike purred back. Thrust himself against Xander again. 

“Asshole,” Xander snarled, even as his eyes closed, his expression a mixture of pain and pleasure at Spike’s teasing. 

Spike grinning, sensing Xander on the verge of caving. A drop of his blood fell on the boy’s lips, and when he saw the tongue that darted out and licked it up, Spike knew he’d won. His body relaxed slightly and a moment later, he was on his back with Xander looming over him. 

“Say it,” Spike demanded one last time. 

“Alright. Fine. I’ll go. Happy now?” 

“Ecstatic!” 

“Good,” Xander replied, ignoring Spike’s smirk. “Now shut up. It’s my turn on top.” 

Spike opened his mouth to object, but found it filled with Xander’s tongue as he claimed his lips in a possessive kiss. By the time Xander’s fingers found their way to his ass, Spike wasn’t even sure what he’d been trying to object to. 

~*~*~*~*~ 

When they checked in at the airport, Xander wasn’t surprised to find their flight to Phoenix delayed by a few hours. It was snowing. Not much, but enough to have the ground crews constantly scrambling to clear the various runways so that they wouldn’t have to cancel the remaining flights out that day. So, naturally, Spike wasn’t in the best of moods as they settled into their chairs at the gate and prepared to wait. 

Sighing, Xander leaned his head back against the wall behind him, closed his eyes, and figured he’d take a nap to pass the time. He would have been able to, but the vampire sitting next to him kept fidgeting – little movements that had a booted foot nudge his ankle, an elbow graze his ribs.  

The thigh pressed into his own was deliberate though. 

He cracked one eye open and saw the smirk on Spike’s face. Saw him gesture with his head towards the bathroom and knew what he was thinking and how he’d like to pass the time.  

Xander’s nose crinkled in distaste. He so wasn’t doing it in there.  

Giving a slight shake of his head, he closed his eye again, only to open both – abruptly this time – and hiss between his teeth when Spike leaned over his lap on the pretense of reaching for the newspaper strewn on the opposite seat, boldly grabbing his crotch as he did so. 

“Spike,” he growled in warning just loud enough for the vampire to hear. A furtive glance around the nearly deserted airport revealed no one watching their exchange. 

Thank god. 

Spike, the bastard, just leaned back with paper in hand, deliberately ran his palm along the length of his erection, then had the nerve to blink at him with faux innocence.  

His eyes flashed, and his breath caught when Spike’s did a rapid change from blue to yellow and then back again. Desire slammed into his gut. 

“Bathroom. Now.”  

Xander was surprised he was able to get the words out of his mouth. He stood and grabbed his bag and headed in that direction. 

~*~*~*~*~ 

Spike had no sooner walked through the door than he was slammed up against the adjacent wall and his mouth ravaged. Xander was muttering things like “bastard” and “tease” in between each kiss, and he had the wherewithal enough to turn the lock before he was manhandled over to the counter. 

He hadn’t exactly planned on things going quite like this, but he wasn’t about to stop it either. Especially when it looked like he was about to get the ride of his life.  

Before he knew it the lube he kept in his duster was out on the counter, said duster was off and hanging over the hand dryer, and his jeans were yanked down around his ankles. Surprising, because he was sure Xander’s hands had never left his body. 

The loud crack of a hand meeting bare skin was like a gunshot, echoing around the deserted bathroom. Spike was so shocked that it took him a moment to register first, that Xander had spanked him, and second, the pain associated with the rather hard smack. 

“Again,” was out of his mouth before he could stop it, not that Xander seemed to have heard or cared because his palm had landed again, this time on the opposite cheek.  

“Got me here in a bathroom. A bathroom of all places,” Xander muttered under his breath, his hand never letting up his punishing pace.  

Spike took it. Went so far as to watch Xander in the mirror, smiling at the concentration on the boy’s face. Xander was so determined in his discipline that Spike couldn’t help but lean into each hit. His demon went to a happy place, basking in the attention and affection. 

Yeah, he was a twisted fuck. 

“… good mind not to fuck you. Manipulating me like this.” 

Spike started to rear back at that, really ready to protest now, but Xander’s forearm to the back of his neck kept him from doing so. 

“Xander? Pet?” Spike tried to get Xander’s attention, but he was in the moment, eyes locked on Spike’s ass and what was probably now a lovely shade of red. The boy had a lot of strength behind each blow. 

Thankfully, though, Xander was just talking to hear himself talk, because he left off punishing him to reach for the lube. Spike’s eyes widened at the cursory slick down Xander gave his dick and just barely managed to bite down on his lip and contain his yell as the boy lined up and forced his way in. 

The pain was indescribable; the burn stretch tear felt so damn good, Spike could only melt into the countertop as Xander proceeded to use his body. His own cock, crushed against the hard marble surface, only heightened his pleasure. 

He was on a hair trigger, ready to explode at the slightest provocation, which is why it came as a shock when Xander suddenly stilled above him. Spike lifted his head and saw Xander’s pained expression in the mirror. 

“I hurt you,” Xander said to his unasked question. There was no mistaking the smell of Spike’s blood on the air. He made to pull out but Spike stopped him with a staying hand to his hip. 

“Feels good. Don’t stop.” 

“But—” 

Spike used his other hand to grab Xander’s and place it on his dick, proving to him in the only way he could. The hardness he could in no way hide. “Please don’t stop.” 

Xander didn’t, but the intensity of the moment was gone. The violence of Xander’s mindless possession suppressed by his iron will. Spike pouted and made a mental note to have a discussion with the boy about demons and their occasional need for pain. He said nothing as Xander fisted his cock in time with his thrusts – long, deep strokes that had Spike gasping for breath. 

“Flight 209 to Phoenix, Arizona, now boarding at gate 31.” 

Xander froze at the overhead announcement, and Spike could have killed the fates for intruding on his fun.  

“Plenty of time,” Spike muttered. Smiled when Xander nodded and got back to the business at hand. 

They both heard the sound at the same time. Someone was at the door, trying to push it open. 

Spike’s cry of completion was muffled by the hand that suddenly covered his mouth as he shot all over the counter and part of the mirror. The boy had bitten him, hard enough to break the skin. He felt Xander tense behind him a beat later, heard the guttural moan against his throat as his own orgasm hit. 

For all of two seconds they basked in the afterglow. 

Spike would have basked longer, but Xander’s eyes widened comically as the noise at the door sounded again, more urgently this time. He pouted as Xander pulled out and started readjusting his jeans, only to stop and grab frantically for the paper towel dispenser to wipe himself up. 

“Hurry up,” Xander hissed when Spike continued to lay there, staring at him in the mirror. “We’re gonna miss our flight.” 

Spike sighed and reluctantly pushed away from the counter and set himself to rights, much like Xander had.  

“Ready, pet?” he asked when he was finished. Saw the boy nod. “Right then. I’ll go first. Make sure the coast is clear and whatnot.” 

Spike got another earnest nod and a frantic shooing hand gesture for him to go. He couldn’t resist stealing a kiss, and smiled against Xander’s lips when the boy melted against him. 

Xander came to his senses soon enough, though, and shoved him away, pointing with his finger towards the door as he dipped into one of the stalls. 

~*~*~*~*~ 

Xander’s face was still beet red when the plane leveled out. 

“I can’t believe you told that guy the door was stuck. I mean, even I heard the click as the lock was turned.” 

“Yeah, well your hearing’s better than most, innit? Wanker didn’t hear a thing. Besides, he had to piss too bad to voice any objection.” 

“But still…” Xander frowned and latched onto the other thing that was bothering him. “It was a public bathroom, Spike.” 

“Yeah. So?” 

“So, I’d like to keep my exhibitionist tendencies to a minimum, if it’s all the same to you. And I say again. Public. Bathroom. One word. Ewwww.” 

“Guess this means our membership into the Mile High Club is out, huh?”  

Spike quirked a brow and waited.

The End

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