Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the recognisable characters here in; the ones from Buffy/Angel are the property of Joss whedon and co; Greg belongs to the makers of CSI. No money was made in the making of this fic.

A/N: This fits in during chapter 6 after Xander leaves Greg in the garden.

Interlude

Greg had sat in the garden a little while longer, just taking in everything that Xander had said. He came to one conclusion; the universe was seriously messed up. He heaved a sigh, the not aging thing was cool, at least it came at a time he looked good, but the eternity thing… that was scary. He got to his feet and turned to go inside, the figure just in the shadow made him jump and his hand went to his chest.

“Damn, Spike, that creeping up on people thing… gonna give a guy heart failure.”

The blond vampire smirked at him, hands firmly pushed into the pockets of his black jeans. He tilted his head slightly while blue eyes scrutinised Greg.

A shiver ran down the younger man’s spine, “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Like what, Pet?”

Greg nodded towards him, not moving forward from his sunny spot though, “Like that… like you’re trying to decide which bit to bite first.”

Spike laughed, “Coz you’re a nummy treat and I dunno which bit to eat first.” He teased back.

The non-demon rolled his eyes and relaxed, walking back towards his observer. “You can’t eat me.” He stated, “Xander wouldn’t like it.”

A flash of something that might be jealousy and Greg could see for the first time that there really were deep feelings there. He grinned goofily, stepped close and pressed a hand against the solid chest under the black T-shirt. “Silly vampire.” He chuckled. “Xan’s like the boss man now, I’m his anchor… and yeah… I said anchor *not* wanker.”

The bleached blond pouted, “Hey, you spoiled my fun.”

“I’m sure there’s more fun to be had than corny one-liners.” A smile played on the former CSI’s lips as he stroked that hand down breaking contact just above the belt, he skirted around the other man and walked back inside. Spike was left looking after him a moment before his brain caught up and he shot after him. Preternatural speed brought him round in front of his target milliseconds later.

“Teasing the vampire isn’t nice, love.”

Greg cocked his head to the side, a lopsided grin on his face. “Really? What happens when I d...?” He didn’t get to finish his sentence as he was swung over the blond’s shoulder and a very unmanly squeal of surprise and amusement filled the lobby.

There was a slap to his butt and he laughed as his vampire bounced up the stairs to his bedroom. The door was kicked open… and then kicked closed behind them and he found himself dumped rather unceremoniously on the bed… still laughing.

“Been trying to get you alone for ages, Pet.” Spike said as he leaned over him, propping himself on hands either side of his head.

The laughter died away and brown eyes met blue, he brought his hand up to caress the pale cheek gently. The vampire turned his cheek into it and nuzzled the palm.

“Well, now you’ve got me…” he grinned, “What are you gonna do with me?”

Spike’s eyes sparkled with flecks of yellow in the piercing blue and he leaned down to claim his boy’s lips for the first time, he kissed him slowly, tenderly. His long tongue ran over Greg’s lips, requesting entry and they parted willingly to allow him in. This kiss deepened as the vampire explored the inside of his mouth, tongue brushing and playing with the other’s, while he mapped the space and committed it to memory. Mindful of his partner’s need to breath, he pulled back, looking down on him. His lover’s eyes were closed, eyelashes fanned out alluringly and a blissful smile on his lips as his chest rose and fell to regain breath. He could swear time almost went into slow motion for him… he wasn’t that sappy, so he grinned and pressed his hard crotch against the younger man’s.

Clothes came off in a hurry and before they knew it, they were back where they had been but both butt naked. Greg started to laugh.

“Hey, what’s funny?” Spike started to sulk, he wasn’t used to being laughed at during sex, actually, if he was honest it had been so long since he’d last got laid… Harmony sprang to his mind and he shuddered.

“Just, this… I’m not laughing at you…god… no way.” He fell serious and reached up to stroke a pale cheek before pulling his vampire down for a kiss.

It was slow and sweet, and when he was released, Spike gasped for air that he didn’t need.

“Y’know what Xan and Angel are into?” Greg asked curiously.

The bleached blond frowned slightly and nodded, of course he knew, it was his grandsire after all.

“Are you into that?”

The vampire was thoughtful, wondering what the reaction would be. He shrugged slightly, “Some. Not like he is though. Not gonna put a collar on you and keep you naked in my room.”

“But you do like to be… dominant?”

“I’m a vampire, luv.” He shrugged, “Its kinda in the rule book or something. We don’t generally do vanilla.”

Greg nodded the expression on his face didn’t give anything away.

“That gonna be a problem?”

A slow smile spread across the not-human’s face, “No.”

“No?” His scarred eyebrow raised, enquiringly.

“No…Sir.” Greg affirmed.

Spike snorted and lowered his lips to nip at his nummy treat’s neck. “Damn right,” he murmured.

Cool hands slid along warm sides and up to cradle the dapple-haired head while lips, tongue and teeth teased and tormented Greg’s flesh, leaving a darkening bruise of possession.

“Mine… gonna make you mine.” Spike whispered, cool lips brushing the younger man’s ear.

“Yesss.” Was the hissed reply and the ex-CSI thrust his hips upwards to press their hard cocks against each other.

Spike kissed and nibbled his way down the tanned chest, pausing to lavish attention on perky nipples before carrying on down. He inhaled the scent of his boy, all masculine musk, and then flickered out his tongue to make contact with the head of the hard flesh. Greg was cut, where the vampire wasn’t, he’d often been curious about how different it felt, but now wasn’t the time to linger on that and his long tongue ran the length of the shaft, circled the head and then pulled him into his mouth.

The blond sucked him down, head bobbing slightly as he descended, not stopping until he was buried deep in his throat, the advantage of not needing to breathe, he mused. He swallowed, tightening his throat around the cock and its owner cried out in pleasure, chanting his name as a litany.

“Oh god, Spike…Spike… Oh god… Spike… please.” The words tumbled from Greg’s mouth as he squirmed and hands found their way to tangle in gelled blond hair. Hips unable to remain still until a pale forearm against his abdomen held him down.

The vampire sucked and swallowed around the hardness, tongue running against the underside until he pulled back and then it swooped over the tip, digging in the slit for pre-cum. Words turned to incoherent moans and he smiled as he opened the tube of lube, he’d picked it up while undressing, the action having gone unseen. He slicked up his fingers and as he made his way down the shaft once more he pushed a slender digit into the wriggling boy’s hole. Greg stopped still, moaning at the sensation, his head was thrown back and his eyes were closed in a feeling of bliss. “Please?” The only word he could manage.

Spike crooked his finger and twisted it, slowly fucking it in and out of the clenching hole. Greg was no virgin, he knew that, but still, it was a powerful feeling and he needed to go slow for fear of hurting his new lover. It had taken them too long to get there for him to risk messing it up. He added a second finger, slowly scissoring and twisting, he rubbed at the inside of the channel and found the bump he was looking for. His boy’s back arched up off the bed as his breath caught, everything stopped a moment before he dropped back to the bed and started to pant heavily.

The third finger was added and before long the pleading started in earnest as the younger man tossed his head from side to side in frustrated need. Knees bent and thighs parted in invitation. Spike was only too happy to give him what he wanted by that point. His cock was lubed and his fingers pulled from the clutching hole. Greg whimpered at the loss.

“Easy, luv.” The vampire soothed as he positioned himself between spread thighs, one hand caressing his lover’s chest and stomach, while his other hand steadied his rock hard cock. He placed his cock head at the entrance and slowly pushed in.

Greg’s breath caught again as he felt the long slow slide into his ass. It felt so good, he was being split open and he wished he’d peeked a look at how big the vampire was before he got to this point; he at least could have been ready for the size of him. He seemed to be pushing in forever, just how big was he? Finally, cool alabaster balls pressed against his ass and he breathed out a long shuddering breath.

Spike leaned over him, dipping his head to kiss him. “What do you want, pet? Tell me.”

“Oh god, please… Spike… please fuck me…Sir.” He moaned, his hands went to try and direct the blond’s hips but they were caught around the wrists and pressed into the mattress either side of his head. Greg squirmed and wriggled.

Blue eyes were now completely yellow and the vampire grinned as his face shifted. His boy stilled and looked up at him, not in fear or revulsion though, but in wonderment. That was what told him… they were meant to be together. With a growl he started to move his hips, setting up a hard and fast rhythm from the start that pounded into the willing flesh and made him cry out under him. He didn’t relinquish his grip on the wrists, instead shifting his hands slightly to link their fingers together.

Greg met every thrust eagerly, his hips pushing back to meet Spike’s as they came together over and over. Slamming together, making him arch and grunt with the impact, it was incredible and he got totally carried away by the sound and feel of being possessed by the man he’d wanted so badly for so long.

The vampire dipped his head, never missing a beat of his rhythm and carefully claimed his lover’s lips, kissing him thoroughly. He left them and trailed lips and lightly scrapping fangs down his neck.

“Cum for me luv, wanna feel you cum.” He told him, voice laced with lust.

Greg was pulled towards the edge, the blowjob and the pounding in his ass that followed all that was needed to take him tumbling over the edge and he came hard with a cry that hitched and repeated as fangs pierced his flesh, hips jerked and his ass was filled with the vampire’s cum.

Spike didn’t take much blood, just a taste, he pulled back and his face shifted back to its human guise, he was panting as hard as his boy was, as their hips stilled and they just looked at each other. Without pulling out he rolled over pulling Greg on top of him and they settled like that, bodies recovering from the exertion while hands explored and the vampire licked at the twin pinprick wounds, watching as they healed.

“Wow.” Greg finally managed.

Spike smirked. “Yeah, so I’ve been told, luv.”

The younger of the two play-smacked his shoulder and laughed.