Title: Blood Money 2/9

Author: Forsaken2003

Pairing: S/X

Rating: R

Disclaimer: I own none, all belong to Joss Whedon

Comments: Always welcomed!

Summary: Spike went to England after fighting off Wolfram and Hart to stand with the Scooby gang minus Xander. After realizing he didn't belong there anymore Spike moved to Boston only to find Xander. What is Xander doing in Boston and why did he abandon his friends?

Warnings/Spoilers: Post NFA

Beta'd by: Whichclothes

Part Two

"Spike?" Xander asked, taking a step forward. He was naked except for the blood red boxers he wore. "What are you doing here?"

"Question is what are you doing here, mate?" Spike asked. His eyes moved over Xander's body. No wonder vampires enjoyed going to see him.

Xander walked past Spike and sat on the bed. "I live in now. Well, not here, I just rent this place for business. Now my question. What are you doing here and more importantly how is it that you're here? You're supposed to be dust at the bottom of Sunnydale."

"Well if you wouldn't have abandoned your friends you'd have known three years ago that I was back," Spike replied. He watched as Xander flinched.

"I was twenty-three, Spike. I lost my ex-fiancée, my eye and my home. When we got to London to build the Council again they shipped me off to Africa. They gave me no time to mourn any of it! I spent six months in Africa finding girls who suddenly had this power and none of the people understood," Xander said angrily. "Ask me how many girls I found actually made it to London?"

Spike sat down on the bed, his cock deflated. "I was informed more or less of what happened when I joined them in London. It wasn't your fault."

"It was my fault, Spike! If they would have sent Giles or Willow those girls would be alive!" Xander yelled. He took a breath and calmed himself. "You came here for another reason besides to talk about old times."

"Yeah, I did," Spike replied uncertain if he could go through with it now.

Xander ran his hand over Spike's jean clad thigh. "Come on, Spike. Don't tell me you never thought about biting me. I'm a nummy treat, remember?" He leaned in and licked Spike's throat. "I'm worth the money," Xander purred.

Once again Spike's cock was hard and aching. He had never imagined having sex with Xander but now it was the only thing he could think about. His cool hand rested against Xander's warm cheek and he moved in to kiss Xander. He was a kisser. A frown marred his face when Xander turned his head away.

"I don't kiss," Xander explained.

With a sigh Spike began to undress. "Since you're the expert how do we do this?"

"You can bite me at any time. I suggest before you come. It gives you a nice high," Xander said as he helped Spike off with his shirt. "Don't worry about drinking too much."

"Why?" Spike asked as he pushed Xander down and yanked his boxers down his tanned thighs. He ran his hand over Xander's hardened cock. It was nice to know that Xander actually wanted this. Spike wondered if all the vampires made Xander hard.

Xander moaned and thrust up. "I've got the place warded. You go over board and you get a zap to the head." Spike stared at Xander as he thought back to his chipped days. "What? It's not like I knew I'd be having William the Bloody show up at my door!"

"Point taken, pet," Spike said. "Where's the lube?"

"I'm all ready for you," Xander said with a smile. "Anytime you're ready."

Not one that needed to be told twice, Spike adjusted himself and bent Xander's knees. Making sure that Xander was indeed prepared for him Spike pushed a single digit into his hole. Both moaned at once. Xander was hot. He'd burn Spike right up. "Bloody hell," Spike said as he pulled out.

"Come on," Xander said as he thrust upward. "Hurry up."

"A pushy bottom, eh?" Spike said with a laugh. He lined himself up and pressed into Xander.

Xander gasped. No matter how many times he was fucked by a vampire he never got over the chill that ran through his body.

"You all right?" Spike asked. He was all the way in but froze. Was Xander having second thoughts? Could he have sex with vampires that could kill him but not a souled Spike?

"I'm good, you're just chilly. Keep going," Xander urged and pressed up against Spike.

The answer being good enough for Spike he began to push in and out of Xander. He took his time even though judging from the nails being dug into his shoulders Xander wanted more. If he were to guess the other vampires were more like wham bam thank you Xan type lovers. Spike wasn't though. He would take his time and savor the warmth. After all, there was no way Xander would ever let this happen again. Right?

"You're thinking too much," Xander whispered in Spike's ear causing a shiver to work its way down Spike's spine. "Could give a guy a complex doing that."

Spike buried his face into Xander's throat. Xander was right, he was thinking too much. He let his fangs drop. His hand clumsily moved between their bodies and sought out Xander's weeping cock. "You ready, Xan?"

"Do it already," Xander ground out. He wanted to feel Spike's fangs pierce his skin. It was his fetish. Like his blood gave vampires a high, the bite gave him one as well. A sigh escaped his lips when he got what he wanted. It was strange but he felt almost safe when he was bitten. Maybe it was because of the hellmouth or maybe it was because he had control of how much a vampire could take. He controlled what the vampires wanted.

When Xander's blood hit Spike's taste buds he immediately felt what the vampire's told him he would. His eyes dilated and his cock exploded filling Xander with his come.

Xander arched off the bed as Spike's hand squeezed his cock, his come squirting on both his and Spike's stomachs.

Spike retracted his fangs but his tongue lapped up any stray drops of blood. He then nuzzled Xander's throat before pulling out and rolling off of Xander and onto the empty space on the bed. His cock was flaccid with exhaustion.

"MMM," was the only thing Xander was able to say. His eyes were closed and his body was limp with satisfaction. "That was great."

"No complaints on my end," Spike said. "The boys were right. You're bloods nothing like I've tasted before." Placing a hand on his chest Spike swore he could feel his heart beating. He didn't expect Xander's blood to have such an impact.

Xander was able to turn his head to look at Spike. "I figure it's from all those years on the hellmouth. Also the whole demon magnet thing probably helps."

"How many times a week do you do this?" Spike asked. Purely curious not jealous that other vampires had what he had.

"The sex and biting? Four times a week. The blow jobs I can go up to eight times a week," Xander said as he stretched his muscles out.

Spike's eyes went round. "Are you sodding kidding me? How the hell do you manage that?"

A lazy smile crossed Xander's lips. "I have a very healthy sex appetite. I'd have more biting but I don't want to get too weak. Anyway its good money. In an average week I make eight thousand dollars. On a good week twelve thousand."

"Eight thousand?" Spike said in disbelief. "Bloody hell!"

"Way more money than I ever made in construction. Also vampires dig the pirate look," Xander rolled over on to his stomach and buried his hands under his pillow. "I'm gonna take a nap then head home."

Spike frowned when he realized he was dismissed. He had hoped they could talk more. "Looks like I'll just give you the cash and leave then." He made a grab for his jeans and pulled out a wad of bills.

"Keep it," Xander mumbled.

"What?" Spike asked confused.

Xander pried his eye open. "Consider it thanks for saving the world. Next time I'll charge you, though."

"Next time?" Spike said with a raised eyebrow. "Awfully cocky aren't you?"

"Nope. I haven't had a vamp yet that hasn't come back for seconds. Give me a call when you want to hook up again. I'll make sure to fit you in." Xander let out a jaw-popping yawn. "Night."

Spike made his way to the door. "Night, Xan."