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Broken Circle

TITLE: Broken Circle
41/42
AUTHOR: BmblBee
PARING: S/X
RATING: Adult for language and content
DISCLAIMER: The Bee has no rights or claim on any
of the characters or products named in this story and makes
no profit from them.
SUMMARY: This is the third story in the Rosebud/verse.
Tara has been abducted and the police rush to find her.
The other members of the Circle decide that they can do
a better job and begin their own investigation.
Who will find her first and will it be in time?




Praise and thanks to the wonderful Petxnd for the amazing banner


It was nearly 9 am by the time Xander returned to the mansion,
alone. Despite his lack of sleep, he was wired up, flying higher than
a kite in a hurricane and knew when he did doze off he would
crash for hours.

He was so relieved that everyone had come out of this nightmare
with no damage that he wanted to cry. Unfortunately, there was
no shoulder to cry on. No sounding block to bounce facts off of,
compare notes and revel in the thrill of a successful outcome.

After taking a hot, hot, shower, Xander stripped down to his boxers
and stretched out on their soft double bed alone. He was certain
that sleep would elude him, which it did, for nearly three minutes.

The next thing he knew was when he awakened to the sound
of the shower running in the bathroom. He glanced at the
bed side clock and was stunned to see it was nearly 4 pm.

He had slept for 7 hours and Spike was just getting home.
Just one more thing for him to feel guilty about.

When he heard the water shut off, Xander scooted over to his side
of the bed. He closed his eyes and waited to see what Spike's
mood would be.

When he finally collapsed, still damp next to him, Xander cracked
an eye open to see the blue ones staring back at him.

For a good 30 seconds, neither man spoke, then, both did at the same
time.
"I'm sorry."

Xander frowned.
"What are you sorry for?"
"For being an arse. I shouldn't have yelled at you. It just scared the
hell out of me. Those people were crazy. They already killed four
other young women across the country and wouldn't have thought
anything about killing all of you too."

Xander's eyes got big.
"Shit! We didn't know. It was just that it was Tara. We tried to
call you and I couldn't. We did the only thing we knew to do.
We had to find her. We may have been wrong and we may have
gone about it in the worst way but we had to do what we felt was
right. I'm just sorry it upset you. Look, you're tired why.......mfll"

Xander's mouth was sealed and his comments silenced by Spike's
insistent lips pressed against him, his tongue begging entrance.
After a long heated, breathless kiss, he pulled back.

Xander just blinked.
"Wow, I would have thought you would be exhausted."

Spike scooted his nude body flat against Xander's and slid his
hand down in to the elastic waist band of his boxers.
"I am, but I love you so much it scares me. I need to feel you,
I need to be as close to you as I can. I need to assure myself that
you are real, safe and here with me. I need to be inside you before
I can sleep."

Xander laid on his back and moaned as the power of Spike's
words swept through him, all worries of an argument forgotten.

Tossing the covers aside, Spike swung his leg over and straddled
Xander's hips. His tired cock was already struggling to fill and
lengthen.
Xander smiled up, keeping his hands high over his head till the time
was right. He didn't need to be psychic to know what Spike needed.

Spike cupped Xander's shoulders, feeling the strong muscles and
the thick tan skin. Slowly, using only the sensitive tips of his fingers,
Spike brushed over the course chest hair, stopping at the small
round nipples.

"Hmmmm That's nice."
Xander relaxed as Spike pinched, rolled and worked them into
hard upright pebbles.
Then, with his palms running down Xander's ribs, Spike's thumbnails
scraped a path that followed his trail of hair toward the thick patch of
coarse pubic hair that now rested just under Spike's balls.

Xander's hips jerked upward causing his own cock to slide up
Spike's ass and back.
Spike's hands continued to touch, rub and caress everywhere.
"Jesus, Xan, you feel so solid, so real, so good. Don't ever leave me."

The depth of emotion in his voice startled and shook Xander.
"I won't ever leave you. Damn, I love you so much."

Quickly, Spike leaned down and poured all his love and heart
into a kiss that had them both rock hard and dripping in seconds.
Before long, the familiar tingle and itch crawled around in his balls
and hole and Spike couldn't wait to ram his rod deep inside the
warmth.

"Lube. Hurry, Baby, get the lube."

Xander grinned and licked all around his mouth.
"I got all the lube we need. Let me suck it all wet."

Spike rocked forward and groaned.
"Fuck, yes."

Scooting forward, he put his knees near Xander's shoulders and arched
his hips forward. Immediately, Xander sucked him down while working his
hands to their best effort. His left hand stroked his own cock while his
right one fingered Spike's flexing, wrinkled hole.

Xander used every trick he knew, licking, sucking and swallowing around
the swollen, spongy head of his lover's cock while a steady unending string
of obscenities flowed from Spike's lips.

"Fuck, Xan, fuck I'm gonna come in your mouth."

Immediately Xander withdrew his finger and spit the cock from his
mouth with an evil grin. Spike quivered, a full body shudder ran
down his spine an his cock reacted to the sudden deprivation of
wet warmth.

"Hey, what the fuck?"
"Exactly. I was just slicking you up. Didn't you promise me a deep
thorough fucking?'

Spike chuckled, his hand already stroking the spit up and down the
shaft of his cock as the need to come slowly ebbed.

"Sure did."
Spike sat back on his knees, spit on his fingers, and reached down
to slide his fingers in Xander's waiting hole. The second the first
fingertip breached the tight opening, Xander pulled his legs up and
held them open.

"Touch it. Please, touch it."

Spike knew what his companion wanted and pushed his forefinger
in past the knuckle to find and massage the firm, round nub.
The look of ecstasy on Xander's face sent a charge of 'need to
fuck' racing between Spike's legs, boiled in his bowels and
caused his cock to jerk. He couldn't wait any longer.

After one more rubbing tap, Spike pulled out his finger and lined up his
cock. He could see the wrinkled, pink opening winking like a baby
bird's mouth searching for a worm.

Spike pushed the head in and both men grunted in pained pleasure.
Slowly he started rocking, each time going a fraction deeper.
Each movement was answered with Xander's encouragement.
"Yeah, just like that. Fuck. Deeper. Deeper. Damn that's good."

When he hit bottom, Spike had to move. He withdrew and shoved
back in. Xander moaned.
"Fuck, Spike, rock me."

Spike gripped Xander by the backs of his thighs and he let loose,
pounding and slamming his cock in as deep and hard as he could.
Both knew Xander's hole would be red and sore for days, just the
way they wanted it.

Spike's head was thrown back as every bit of his awareness was centered
in the pleasure his cock was receiving from the tight gripping muscles.
Xander grabbed his own bouncing cock and began stripping it roughly,
flicking his thumb over the slit.

Within minutes the back and leg muscles in both men's bodies were
beginning to tense up with the impending orgasms. Moans and grunts
replaced coherent thoughts and words.

Finally with a hard ramming, Spike's body went still and his head
fell forward. Xander felt the warm flush that filled his bowels and
his own orgasm sent spurts of stringy, thick sperm squirting over his
hand and stomach.

The loving passionate release melted their bones and took their
breath away and Spike collapsed as his limp deflating cock slid
out on a wave of slimy love.

When his brain function finally returned, Xander rolled his head to the
side to face his lover.
"Damn that felt good. I'm so glad we aren't fighting anymore. I......
Spike? Spike?"

Spike's only answer was,

"ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ"
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