Chapter 2 – Confused Much?

Thinking he had imagined it, it took a few heartbeats for Xander to realise that Spike had indeed just kissed him and he blinked dazedly. As he did another tear slowly made it's way down the already existing track on his cheek.

Spike lifted his hand and gently wiped it away. At Xander's confused look Spike chuckled. "Keep up Xan," the word luv was spoken internally, though it was a close call that he didn't actually say it out loud, "I just saved you, the thing is dead, so you can stop crying now, yeah."

Xander blinked again, trying to make his brain work, trying to comprehend why the Big Bad vampire had kissed him. Brain, please work! He quickly glanced around to get his bearings. Cemetery. Demon chase. Demon dead by Spike. Thanks Spike. Lips of Spike. Kissing. Nice. Wait... WHAT?

"You... you... kissed me?" Xander asked, wondering yet again if he had imagined the tender moment that had passed between them only moments ago. His brain really needed to help him out sometimes.

Spike smiled, not his usual snarky bastard smile, but an honest to goodness genuine smile, "yeah, I did."

"Huh?" Xander couldn't get his head around any of this, why Spike had kissed him and was now looking at him concerned and like someone who really gives a shit about him. What made it worse was that all his brain could do was let him sit there, on the wet earth gaping like a fish. Stupid brain, work damn you!

Spike couldn't ever remember a time when he had seen Xander look as cute as he did right now. He thought Willow was cute when she was all 'apology girl' with cookies, and the lil bit when she pouted because she couldn't get her own way, but Xander right now topped that completely.

Seeing that Xander was still gaping like a fish, and showing no sign of being anywhere near coherent, Spike stood. Xander didn't reach for him this time and Spike felt considerably hurt, wondering if that meant Xander didn't want him to stay now.

Shaking the feeling, he reached his hand out to Xander to help him stand, relieved when the boy took the offered help. Spike hauled Xander to his feet and steadied the younger man as he fumbled a little, obviously still dazed from the attack.

With his arms around Xander's waist, supporting the weaker man, Spike looked at Xander waiting for a sign that he could relinquish his hold on him; he was pleasantly surprised when Xander slowly leaned over and kissed him.

The kiss was tentative as Xander brought his hands up to gently cup the vampire's face, he slowly swiped his tongue across Spike's lower lip and was rewarded with a soft moan from the blonde. Spurred on by this, Xander began to intensify the kiss; he applied a little more pressure on the pliant mouth under his and used his tongue to gain entrance to the vampire's mouth. At the first real taste of Spike, Xander moaned low in his throat and was lost.

Spike had never dared to imagine what Xander's kisses were like, thinking he would never have the chance to find out. He was unprepared for the slow torture that was Xander kisses. He gasped at the boy's oral skills, and moaned deeply as Xander's talented tongue invaded his mouth. He brought his hands up to Xander's face, determined to get as much from this kiss as he could, just in case it never happened again.

He almost squeaked as Xander's hands left his face and slowly stroked down his back and stopped on his arse. At the harsh squeeze, he gasped allowing more of Xander's tongue in. They were touching from head to toe now, and Spike couldn't help the whimper he emitted as he felt a hardness pressing persistently into his groin, he knew full well that he was hard too and absentmindedly wondered if Xander would be repulsed by it.

He got the answer to that question almost as soon as the thought had entered his mind, as Xander gave a gentle thrust, creating a delicious friction that sent a heat up his spine. It wasn't enough for Spike and he gave a slightly harder thrust in response. Both men moaned low in their throats.

Oh God, I can die right now and be the happiest vamp in the world he thought just as Xander ended the kiss and touched his forehead to Spike's. "Come home with me Spike."

Xander awoke with a start; a slight sheen of sweat covered his already overheated body. What the fuck! He thought as he frantically searched his surroundings. Bed. Ceiling. Four walls. Basement. Good. Xander released the breath he hadn't realised he was holding and flopped back down onto the now cooled sheet of his nice safe bed.

He turned his head to look at the bedside clock. 6.34. Great! Super! I don't even have to be up this early on a Sunday he thought wryly.

He closed his eyes in a feeble attempt at going back to sleep. It was no use. Every time he closed his eyes, all he could see was a pair of striking blue eyes staring back at him and a shock of bleach blonde hair.

"Dammit!" he huffed at the ceiling.

Resigned to the fact that, once again, sleep would elude him, he threw back the covers and slid from the bed.

Shuffling tiredly across the basement floor, he entered the bathroom and switched on the shower. Glancing in the mirror he noticed the dark circles under his eyes and rubbed his face in an effort to wake himself a little more. He rubbed his chin, feeling the stubble coming through, "God I look like shit," he said to his reflection, "Xan-man, you need this shower badly."

Leaving the shower on to heat up a little, he exited the bathroom and made his way back to the bedroom area of his basement to find clean clothes and a fresh towel.

Bundle in hand he returned to the bathroom, put the clothes and towel down and took care of his full bladder. He stripped off his sweaty pyjamas and climbed into the shower, letting the warm water do its work.

Letting out a contented sigh as the water ran over his body, he grabbed the shower gel and squirted some of the clear liquid into his hand and began rubbing it all over. As he scrubbed he thought about the dream that had awoken him so early on a Sunday. What the fuck was that all about? he asked himself as he lathered up his hair.

The fact he had dreamed about Spike wasn't what had wigged him out about it all, he'd had dreams about Spike before, but those we usually him staking the vamp, or they were fighting some sort of nasty together. Buddy matey dreams, he'd had similar dreams about Willow and Giles. What really worried him about the dream from last night was where it appeared to be going. Since when have I wanted to kiss Spike? When have I ever wanted Spike to kiss me? How far would it have gone had I not woken when I did?

Xander tried not to think about the dream as he pondered all the questions he had going round in his head, but once he started thinking about it he couldn't stop thinking about it. He did stop, and quite suddenly when he realised his hands weren't washing, they were touching. He gasped as he realised one of his hands was firmly stroking his cock and the other was gently tweaking his left nipple. He quickly moved his hands as though burnt and lowered his head in shame. Blindly switching off the shower, he reached through the shower curtain and snagged the towel off the side, wrapped it around his body and stepped out of the shower. He moved like an automaton as he dried himself and dressed.

Padding into the living area, he grabbed the remote from the coffee table, flicked on the TV and flopped down onto the couch, settling in for a day of chilling out. Alone, very alone thank you very much.