stephlShe was holding him down, pressing hard against his neck and pushing, pushing, a gentle consistent pressure and his head just *fell,* bent and gave, and he could feel the tips of her blunted fingernails digging into his soft flesh, and he gasped and she smiled and he could feel his eyes glittering in the red, red light--
"Whoa," Xander said, shooting up out of bed. He was panting, sweating, and hard as hell. He whispered "jesus" in the stilled night air, the bedsheets pooling at his waist in quiet folds. His hand came up to scrub against his face, rubbing at sleep-crusted eyes and disturbing the fellow in the bed next to him. "What's on, pet?" Spike mumbled into his hipbone, nosing around until his fingers came to Xander's dick. Xander sucked in a deep breath, but didn't say anything; and Spike sat up, looking him in the eyes with his teeth glaring in the dark: "Y'have that dream again, then? Alright," and delved in for a kiss.
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