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The first time Xander thought he was dreaming. When the alarm went off he checked and saw that Spike was still safely bound to the barcalounger.

The third time he'd tried to move, to touch the head between his thighs, but his hands had been pinned down as words were whispered against his skin.

"'S just a dream. Lie back and enjoy." And, scared of maybe losing this forever if he didn't, Xander did.

The seventh time he was ready and awake, but faking well. He waited through the slithering of ropes and squeaks of springs.

"Come to bed, Spike."