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There was a charged moment as they both considered the ramifications of going public and then Spike sniffed twice, blinked, and leapt across the kitchen to punch the toaster.

"Wha'...?"

Two blackened poptarts were ejected from the abused appliance and Xander belatedly noticed the smell of charred pastries. He looked quizzically at Spike, who shrugged and for a second seemed almost embarrassed.

"You said you were hungry. I figured if I fed you, you might be interested in round two."

Spike was still naked, and Xander was finding it difficult to concentrate on the conversation. As long as he'd been standing close, all Xander had to focus on were those stunning blue eyes, but now he was on the other side of the room again and everything was there, right in front of him, and Xander knew they still needed to talk, but all he could think of doing was... His stomach growled loud enough to make Spike smirk, so he yanked open the refrigerator, chugged half a carton of orange juice and shelled and ate two boiled eggs, all in very short order, intensely aware of the amused vampire watching his every move with predatory intent.

Turning back from the fridge he came into full body contact with a suddenly in his face Spike whose hands were currently everywhere at once.

"Round two, then we talk, yeah?"

Xander caught and held Spike's shoulders as the blond honed in on his lips.

"Egg breath. Let me clean my teeth first, okay?"

Spike pouted for a second, then looked down at the tented front of Xander's sweatpants.

"I think I'm still a bit peckish. D'you mind?"

And without waiting for a response, he slithered slowly down Xander's front, pulling the frayed pants down as he went, until they were pooled around bare feet and his nose was level with his goal.

Tilting his head coquettishly, Spike gazed up at Xander through his eyelashes.

"Is this all for me, Luv? Have you been saving this big, juicy lollipop just for me?"

The first long wet lick from root to tip stole the breath from Xander's lungs and left him incoherent, but the silence only seemed to encourage Spike as he tasted and nibbled his way back down the thrumming vein to reach the velvet sac hanging below.

As Spike nuzzled and nipped at his scrotum, Xander locked his knees and leaned back into the kitchen wall and tried not to whimper more than was manly. When first one, then both balls were sucked into the tight confines of Spike's mouth, he lost the brief battle and began to pant and croak out random syllables meant as encouragement. His hands scrabbled at the wall behind him, and then dragged red stripes up and down his thighs, before finally settling to petting the fine blond hair bobbing at his groin.

"Ah... Spi... Lo... Ah!"

Spike pulled back slowly, stretching the soft, crinkled skin until it was taut, then opened his mouth just enough to let his prize slip free. Diving back in, he closed his lips around the weeping crown of Xander's erection and began to lick and suck as if it really were a lollipop. One hand wrapped tightly around the shaft, pumping in time with his suction, and the other moved back to tease the delicate skin hidden behind the sac.

At the first touch of fingertips on his perineum, Xander shuffled his feet further apart until they tangled in the sweatpants bunched around his ankles and leaned more heavily into the wall, tilting his pelvis forward slightly. Spike hummed happily at the increased access and Xander nearly wept as the vibrations moved along his cock and brought him a hairsbreadth from orgasm.

With a pop, Spike pulled away from his treat and gave a sharp tug on Xander's scrotum.

"Oh no you don't, Luv. I'm not done yet." And with that he returned to his task, sliding slick lips down over Xander's erection until his nose was buried in crisp dark curls. Again and again, he moved back and down, sucking hard on the weeping head, and then pushing down to swallow as much of the hot flesh as he could. And then he slid one cool digit between warm cheeks and curled it in and up, and Xander erupted, hands clenched tight on blond hair, mouth open in a silent scream that seemed to go on forever as his entire body jerked and shuddered and spilled jet after jet into Spike's rhythmically working throat.

Xander was almost certain he hadn't lost consciousness, because when he came to, he was still leaning against the kitchen wall, his knees (miracle of miracles!) were still locked, and his fingers were carding through the tousled locks of his lover.

"That was... I... Wow."

A tug on his hair had Spike reluctantly releasing his prize and slithering back up Xander's length until he was once again millimeters from a kiss. Xander pushed him away, shaking his head.

"Egg breath, remember? Let me clean my teeth."

To Xander's amusement, Spike followed him into the bathroom and watched as he brushed and flossed.

"I've heard people have other uses for those electric toothbrushes," he announced from his perch on the edge of the bath.

Xander glared at the spot on the mirror that would normally have reflected his tormentor.

"We are not using my toothbrush as a sex aid! If you want to play, there are..."

Spike's eyes lit up with unholy glee as Xander's voice faded out.

"You got a toy box, Pet? 'S that what you're trying to not tell me? Maybe we..."

To Xander's reluctant relief, the phone interrupted whatever lewd suggestion Spike had been about to make. He turned towards the door, only to be grabbed from behind and spun around.

"Let the machine get it."

"But..."

"Xander, leave it. We'll be able to hear what they say, and I think we both know who's calling you this time on a Sunday afternoon. If you answer it they're going to expect you to drop whatever you're doing to go and help them. If you let the machine pick up we can..." Spike sighed. "We can have that bloody talk, then maybe we'll manage a quick bit of frottage before we have to go and see what they need rescuing from this time."

"Spike, I can't just... What's frottage?"

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