It is never clear where the day will take you. For Xander Harris, that was no exception. When he woke up this morning, Xander did not expect the day to end with him lying in bed, staring up at the ceiling, covered in a light sheen of sweat, completely and utterly worn out with satisfaction after being pleasured by a talented mouth. But here he was, doing and feeling just that. Only, the person sharing the bed with him definitely was not Anya. In fact, this person was very man-shaped and had known exactly what Xander needed, and how he needed it. It wasn’t as if he wanted to go along with it, not at first at least, but try telling that to a horny vampire – there’s just no talking to them when they truly want something. Not that Xander was complaining… now.
Xander could feel the vampire’s eyes ghosting over him from the other side of the bed. Turning his head, he faced those blue eyes that made his insides jump with the intensity they held. Xander’s stomach jolted, flipped, and his nerves attacked, his heart racing fast. Spike’s lips turned upward into a sexy smirk.
Wait… no, Xander didn’t think it was sexy. He didn’t. Did he? Why was Spike looking at him like that anyway?
“What?” Xander swallowed the lump in his throat, afraid of the answer. All he got in response was the raise of Spike’s scarred brow and a heated, expectant gaze. With furrowed brows, Xander thought for a moment. Once the clouds dissipated, his eyes widened as realization sunk in.
It was Spike’s turn now, and he expected Xander to deliver.