Captain John Hart stepped out of the rift. His eyes flashed with anger. This was not where he was supposed to be. He was still on earth for fucks sake. Worse, he was in a forest.

"Shit," he hissed, playing around with his vortex manipulator. But Jack had successfully bolloxed it up. He was stuck on this shitty little planet until he figured out how to fix the goddamn thing.

"Oh bloody hell," a voice cried out, followed by the sounds of a fight.

John needed a touch of violence right now, or a good hard shag. Violence sounded closer, so he followed the noises.

"You broke my blood bottle you git!"

John watched from the cover of trees as a blonde man in all black beat a huge something, alien perhaps.

"Now I gotta get more." The man grabbed the creature by the back of its head and brought its face down into his knee.

"I wanted a nice, quiet, extremely drunk night. But no, you have to come and bugger it all up." He tossed it, and it landed several feet in front of John.

John sunk a little further into the foliage.

"Any other night I'd 'ave made this quick. Tonight, I'm going to make you cry."

John knew already that he liked this guy. And geez, the guy looked almost like his double. A little younger, and with crazy bleached hair, but they could be brothers. Thank god we aren't, he thought lustfully as he watched the other man dance around the creature. Such animal grace and poise. He definitely wanted him.

The man's face changed and his eyes glowed golden as he threw himself at his opponent. He looked feline almost. Gorgeous, John thought, his pants growing increasingly tight.

"You know what, I'm bored." John admired the look of glee on the blonde's face as he snapped the creature's neck, practically turning it in a hundred and sixty degree angle.

John chose that moment to step out. "Bravo." He clapped. "Very impressive."

"Who the hell are you?" His face slipped back into its human form as he eyed the weapons that hung off John's hips. Two guns and a sword.

"Captain John Hart. And you?"

"Spike. What the hell do you want?" Spike sniffed the air. "You smell human…mostly."

"I am human. Better than the humans of this century though. Stronger. More staying power." He grinned and raised his eyebrow. "What are you, beautiful?"

"Vampire."

"Those exist?" John was actually surprised, and he wasn't often surprised.

"Unliving proof right here, mate."

John licked his lips. "Never had sex with a corpse," he said, leering at the vampire.

Spike squinted. "Are you a sex bot? I swear to god, if that miserable little cretin made a sex bot of me I will bloody kill him. Chip or no chip."

John tilted his head, amused. "I'm not a sex bot. I like sex though. Care to have some?"

Spike hurumphed and crossed his arms. "Not my type."

"Aw, but it could be so much fun!" John stepped closer. Spike stepped back, bumping into a tree.

"Not my fun," he informed the rapidly approaching man.

John pressed his body against Spike. "But it could be," he answered, his voice low and promising so much delight.

"Don't shag men," Spike muttered, though his body begged to differ. He leaned closer into the very alive, very male body, biting back a moan as John's hot, breath brushed sensually over his neck.

"I can change that," he whispered into Spike's ear, rolling his hips. He smiled when he realized he wasn't the only one sporting wood.

Spike couldn't stop the moan this time. Man or woman, he hadn't been touched since Buffy left him. She told him that she wanted him to move on. Maybe John was just what he needed to get his mind off that painful order.

"Come on, Spike, I know you want to." He rubbed his hand against the front of Spike's jeans.

Spike's head rolled back against the tree and John took the opportunity to bite his neck.

"Yes," Spike hissed as his hips jerked forward.

"You want me, baby?" John asked seductively against Spike's cool flesh.

"Yes, yes. God yes," he whimpered and grabbed John's hips, grinding against him.

John smirked and tugged Spike's shirt out of his pants. "Tell me what you want."

"Touch. I want you to touch me."

Spike couldn't believe that he was giving away so much power, but there was something about John. His scent, his heat, his smooth accented voice in his ear, it drove him wild. He needed him to touch, to kiss, to shag the bloody sense out of him. He'd never wanted a man before, not really, but he was panting in need, pinned between a hard, muscular body and a tree. And he wanted more.

"Be clear now. Tell me what to do." John unbuckled Spike's buckle and unzipped his jeans. "Do you want this?" He grasped Spike erection, sliding his thumb over the tip and gathering the precum to slick up his hand as he slowly slid it up and down Spike's shaft.

Pleasure swallowed Spike, flowing over him. He whimpered when John's hot hand disappeared. He opened his mouth to voice his complaint, but John's tongue invaded and made it impossible to speak. Not that Spike minded. His lips were warm and moist, the taste of his mouth sweet and utterly masculine, tinged with the taste whiskey. Spike buried his fingers into John's hair and tilted his head for a better angle.

It was John's turn to moan as Spike kissed him back. The smoky, minty taste of Spike's cool mouth sent shudders down his body as his tongue dueled with Spike's for dominance. He pushed the leather duster off his shoulders, parting long enough to pull the black tee shirt off Spike. Their lips clashed again as his hands explored the smooth plains of Spike's stomach.

Gaining audacity Spike shoved the jacket off John, all but ripping the white shirt under it off.

"Pants off," John ordered, working to get his own boots and pants off.

Spike bent and quickly undid his boots and pushed his jeans the rest of the way off. He straightened up and immediately tackled an equally naked John to the ground.

John was thankful for the grass that softened his landing. "Slow down, kitten," he purred, "we have all the time in the world."

Spike didn't want time, he wanted sex, and as soon as possible. He attacked his companion's mouth, slipping his hand between them to tease John's rock hard dick.

"God pet, you're so hard for me. I want you." Spike bit his earlobe. "Want you now."

John reached for his pants, digging out the lube he kept for situations such as the one Spike currently had him in. He tugged it out and rolled Spike onto his back.

Spike's confusion cleared as he watched John generously coat two fingers with lubricant. He struggled under him for a minute, not at all sure that he wanted to be buggered. He wanted John, but he wanted to be in control.

John bent down and kissed Spike, tracing his bottom lip with his tongue. "Hush, luv, I'll take care of you."

Spike, entranced by soft lips, didn't notice John's hand move until his index finger slid into him. His head lolled back and he gasped at the new sensation. Another finger added to the sting of being invaded, but the slight pain was demolished by the waves of pleasure that washed over him. He found himself moving with the fingers, craving more.

"Please… please…" Spike begged. He needed more.

"Tell me what you want me to do, Spike." John took his ear between his lips, sucking on it.

"Ah fuck," Spike groan, his erection now rubbing against John's toned stomach. "Fuck me. Please, John."

John closed his eyes at the sound of his name on Spike's lips. He quickly replaced his fingers with his cock, driving into Spike's ass. Spike yelped, but John swallowed the noise with his mouth.

Spike banded one hand around John's head, holding him in the kiss, while his other scratched John's back. The heat was deliciously scorching, and every thrust of John's cock hit his prostate.

John felt his completion rapidly approaching, and he bit down on Spike's neck, giving Spike's erection a couple of firm pumps. The combined sensations were too much for Spike and he came, his muscles clenching and drawing John over the edge with him.

White-hot ecstasy ran through the two men as they both came in long streams. After their intense orgasms subsided John collapsed onto Spike in a tangle of sweat gleamed limbs.

Spike wrapped his arm around John, nuzzling his shoulder. That was one of the best experiences of his existence, he still felt John's hot seed cooling inside. It felt good, reassuring warmth. And if John's glazed look and heavy breathing was any indication, he did a pretty good job at his first male on male shag.

"You got a place with a bed?" John asked, pressing soft kisses up Spike's throat.

"Fully furnished crypt do?"

John nipped his adam's apple and elicited a moan from Spike. "Don't care where as long as I can spend all night tiring you out," he breathed into Spike's ear, "I'll let you be on top next time. And if you're a real good boy, I'll let you bite me." With that said, he stood and started dressing.

Spike laid there a minute, pondering John's words. He grinned fit to crack his face and hurriedly dressed. Maybe Buffy was right. He couldn't stop loving her, but maybe he should move on.

"Coming?" Spike asked as John fastened his holster.

"Not at the moment, but the night's still young." John winked at Spike and smirked.

Spike slipped his arm around John's waist and pulled him flush to his body. "Bloody right. This time I'm in control." He licked John's lips, pressing a firm kiss to them before dancing back.

"And if you can keep up, I might even bite you." Spike turn and jogged away.

"Knew I'd like you." John laughed and ran after him. Jack screwing up his vortex manipulator was the best thing that could have happened.