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There were candles absolutely everywhere, painting exotic shadows on the walls and floor and contents of the room, especially Spike. His cheekbones stood out in harsh relief and Xander felt an almost uncontrollable urge to run his tongue along them so see if they might split his flesh, they looked so razor sharp.

He stepped into the crypt and pushed the door closed behind him, never taking his eyes off his soon-to-be lover's face.

"I wasn't sure you'd come," Spike said, and then frowned because he hadn't meant to speak. "I thought you might have changed your mind; remembered I'm a demon after all."

Xander stood in silence, and looked him head to toe, then shook his head.

"You think I could forget that's what you are? Think I suddenly forgot you've tried to kill us all a dozen times before? I'm not that stupid, Spike. I know exactly what you are, and I'm still here. I want this, Spike. You know I do. And so do you." His confidence faltered, just a little, and Spike recognised the same uncertainties he felt. "Don't you?"

Neither knew who made the first move, but suddenly they were in each other's space. Lips touched first, then hands grabbed hold of hip, and waist, and neck, and fingers fought for purchase on slick cloth as torsos bumped and slid together.

Shirts were stripped away without the kiss once being broken, but then the feel of skin on skin made Xander gasp for air. The cool flesh against his heated chest had caught him unaware, reminding him again just what his chosen bedmate was.

A flicker of concern was pushed aside because, oh gods, it felt so good. He was tired of being alone, denying who and what he really wanted. He knew that this was right; could feel it in his bones; had felt it long before this night but he had fought it. Well, no more. He wanted Spike, Spike wanted him, and for once he wasn't going to screw things up by holding back and smothering his desires.

"Want you," he whispered, trying not to tremble when his words invoked a growl. "I've wanted you forever, I think sometimes."

"You've got me, Pet. Now hush, I've better things for that pretty mouth to do."

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