Notes: Written for www.livejournal.com/community/virginlex.

Warning: Bloodletting! Probably icky for some readers. But it's Spike, after all.

"Same day and time in two weeks, mate?"

Lex looked up from bandaging his wrist. "Same time and place."

"Then I'll see you then. And lay off the Mountain Dew for two days before I do this. That's bloody nasty stuff when you're not expecting it."

Lex just nodded, and watched Spike leave the room. He hated watching the vampire leave; it meant two weeks before another session, and right now the sessions were the only thing keeping him sane.

(just shy of two weeks later)

"Hey, Lex, you want to go to a movie tomorrow night?"

"I can't, Clark. I have business in Metropolis tomorrow." Lex held back a grimace at his friend's crestfallen face. He hated making Clark look that way. But he needed to be in the penthouse when Spike arrived, or the vampire would look for someone else. He couldn't have that. "Next weekend work for you?"

Clark lit up again. "Sure! I should probably let you get back to work. I'll give you a call sometime next week."

Lex would have protested, but he didn't want Clark to ask what he'd be doing tomorrow. "Okay, Clark. I'll talk to you then." He watched Clark wave and leave the room. He hated the way things were going. He knew that Clark was interested in more than his friendship, and he wanted to reciprocate, but he couldn't because he knew Clark wouldn't approve of his activities. Maybe he should just...

But he had to see Spike. The things Spike could do for him...

"Oh God, Spike, like that..." Lex moaned as Spike dragged his tongue across Lex's overly-sensitive wrist.

Spike had taken two very small, shallow bites, the equivalent of foreplay in this exercise between them. The few drips of blood from those bites only encouraged Spike to lick more, which drove Lex crazy.

For some reason, Lex's wrists were very sensitive, and having someone's tongue scrape over the thin skin was somehow more erotic and arousing than that one time someone had tried to go down on him. Of course, Lex always wondered why and how, but he was sure it had something to do with the meteor shower. His wrists were exposed during the blast, and didn't have hair to protect them. Maybe it was the thick nexus of veins? But his hands seemed normal. Whatever it was, he didn't mind, because it meant that he could get off while fully clothed while someone drank blood from his wrist.

However, since he enjoyed the bloodletting so much, he had never gotten around to actually having sex.

Spike applied his lower fangs to Lex's wrist, scraping them along the thick vein there as his lip soothed the skin in their wake. Lex cried out at the sensation. The hand that belonged to the wrist Spike was sucking on was clenched around Spike's head as best as it could, while Lex's other hand was pressed into his groin.

Lex's hips bucked as Spike broke skin with his upper fangs. "Oh, God, Spike..."

Spike pulled away and glared. "Hey, Lex, unholy creature of the night here, soul and all. At least beg the Powers That Be. They have much more relevance to my life."

Lex nodded and pushed back up against his own hand. Spike smiled. "So eager, pet. There's nothing more arousing than a person who likes being bitten. Don't get me wrong, fear is a hell of a turn on, but tasting someone else's arousal... Nothing short of bloody perfect."

Rather than comment on the pun, Lex just bucked again and glared. Spike rolled his eyes, but he did get back to business. He slowly licked away the blood that had pooled from his recent bite at the skin, and Lex howled as the damp, room-temperature tongue swept into the open wound.

Arousal definitely flowed through his blood vessels, moreso than when he jerked off. It was tough though, because he could jerk off by himself, but drinking his own blood had no appeal to him, so he needed someone to do it for him. He had only realized these facts after he slit his own wrists after his mother died. He had passed out in his room, welcoming freedom from despair, and he had woken up with a nurse at the hospital dressing the cuts with a warm, wet cloth. He came in his hospital gown, then flushed red at the nurse's surprise and refused to speak to anyone for two days.

He knew his history was as a sexaholic playboy, but he'd only ever made out with anyone. The clubs where he actually got off were vampire clubs, where most of the people either liked drinking blood or liked being the source, with a few people who believed they needed blood to survive. Lex wasn't too sure about that concept, but he did learn the way his skin liked to be suckled, the way a talented, eager tongue could bring him to orgasm faster than his own hand on his cock could. Bloodletting gave people a reason to suck on his wrist without his having to explain everything. He even grew used to people actually taking his blood, though it wasn't necessary. It just became part of the event.

The problem was that not even he could lose a pint or so of blood every day, no matter how fast he healed. Most donors needed at least six weeks, sometimes eight, before their body was ready to donate again. His gift of healing fast included the ability to get his body healthy and ready to donate after only two weeks. Also wonderful was that his skin healed so rapidly that the cuts healed quickly, and rarely scarred.

Spike's tongue delved again into the cut made by his upper fangs, and Lex's wrist throbbed as blood raced to the sensations brought on by those flicks. Having been a vampire for more than a century, Spike was quite skilled at the act of bloodletting, a practice common among his people during sex. Spike had tried to explain siring to Lex, but Lex had stopped paying attention after Spike mentioned that if Lex drank any of his blood, he'd become a vampire himself. Lex didn't want any of that. Humanity was a foolish race, but it was who he was, son of Satan and everything.

Spike had been patrolling one of the clubs Lex frequented, looking for easy victims to eat. Lex had sensed something was off about the bleached, thin man propositioning him, and had smoothly talked Spike into revealing everything about himself. Promised steady cash flow if he didn't kill Lex right there, Spike agreed to form a symbiotic relationship with Lex, where Spike got to eat, and Lex got to come. When Spike came to him after he had first gotten "that blasted chip" in his head, their relationship had grown even stronger, both of them using what they did for each other to survive. Spike was obviously a better partner than any human could be.

Usually by the time Spike had let the cuts from his fangs heal a little with his saliva, Lex was ready to come, and this time was no exception. Spike had explained that if he took too much and Lex passed out, he might inadvertently kill him, so he fought to only take about a pint. As Spike gave a few last licks and started to suck lightly to close the blood vessels, Lex rubbed himself hard through his pants, his hips bucked against the pressure applied by his hand, his other hand tightened on Spike's head, and he came hard, shocks flowing through his body. Spike licked Lex's wrist slowly as Lex calmed down.

"Spike, as usual, that was great, I could never live without this." Without you. "I wish I knew how to pay you other than in cash."

Spike stood from where he was kneeling on the floor and walked over to Lex's dresser, where five hundred dollars was always there ready for him. "No problem, mate, the five hundred quid is more than worth the trip. And actual human blood, modified it may be." Lex had Spike flown in on the LuthorCorp private jet the night before their trysts. Spike flipped through the cash, making sure it was all there. "So, do you pay your normal hookers this much, or am I special?"

Too wiped to follow Spike's line of thought, Lex just lay down on his bed and wished Spike would leave so he could change. "What normal hookers?"

"The ones you actually boff, you know, pretty women, maybe even prettier men."

Too late, Lex realized what Spike was talking about. Deciding to be honest with his longtime partner, Lex replied, "I've never used one of those."

"So you get it all for free? Good man."

Lex sighed. "No, I mean I've never used one because I've never had sex."

Spike stared at him, his eyebrows furrowed together. "Are you telling me what I think you're telling me?"

Lex tried his damndest not to blush, but apparently there was enough blood left in him for that because he felt his cheeks grow hot.

Spike's dark eyebrows rose. "You are, aren't you? A virgin." Lex just nodded. "Never taken a tumble, never fucked, never... some other euphemism...?"

Lex sat up and scowled. "No."

"Why the bloody hell not?" Spike was never one for tact.

Lex thought about crossing his arms over his chest and telling Spike to get the hell out, but for once he didn't want to look like some spoiled brat. "My wrists are more sensitive than certain other parts of my anatomy. I have trouble climaxing without play there." Spike just stared. "It's like having perineum-like sensitive skin or a clit on my wrists. I can come without stimulation to my wrists, but it helps immensely and I can come from stimulation there alone."

Spike gawked. "You're telling me that you've never bothered seeking pleasure elsewhere because of what I can do for you?" Lex didn't answer. "That's bloody fabulous!" Spike crowed. "I am the man!"

Lex huffed, and did finally cross his arms over his chest. "Of course you can gloat because I just told you that what we do together gets me off. If you could actually make me come the normal way, without the bloodletting and you making out with my wrist, then you'd actually be, quote, `the man.'"

Spike sauntered back over to the bed to hover over Lex. In a deep voice he inquired, "Is that a challenge, pet?"

Lex glared as Spike leaned further forwards. "I'm not your pet."

"Not yet." With those words, Spike let all of his weight fall over Lex, pinning Lex to the mattress, Lex's arms stuck crossed over his chest. Lex struggled as Spike bent his head to kiss him, Spike's knees propping him above him.

As Lex already knew, the vampire's tongue was wet, but not particularly warm since vamps were essentially cold-blooded, which was why it was even more jarring when Spike forced it against Lex's own. However, Spike was almost as good at kissing as he was at bloodletting. When Spike pulled away to let Lex breathe, Lex groaned.

Spike grinned and let up enough so Lex could move his arms. "You want to keep going, pet?"

"Stop calling me `pet.' And yes." Lex did indeed want to keep going. He hadn't made out with anyone in a long time, and he hadn't been less than fully clothed with anyone since the aborted blow job attempt by Victoria several years ago, where he had pleaded exhaustion as the reason for his body's lack of interest. She hadn't wanted to see him again.

Spike again applied himself to Lex's lips, darting his tongue past them briefly as Lex worked his own. It really did feel good to be kissing Spike, room-temperature flesh and everything. Lex shifted his weight a bit underneath the vampire and let his hands wander underneath Spike's black t-shirt. Lex wondered if it were possible for a vampire to build muscle mass after he died, or if Spike was as toned as he was now when he died.

Lex's fingers traced over Spike's abs, and Spike grabbed Lex's other hand and pressed it to the mattress above Lex's head.

Spike pulled back. "So what do you want to do, pet? I could suck you, you could suck me, I could ride you, you could ride me..." Spike leered.

Lex thought of that questing, probing, intelligent tongue wrapped around his cock, and he shuddered. "Please, just, suck me."

Not wasting any time, Spike stripped Lex out of his pants and boxers almost before he realized it. "What, no romantic foreplay?" Lex tried to chuckle, but Spike's hand pressing his torso to the mattress inhibited him.

Spike quirked an eyebrow. "You've already come once, you git, so I call the shots." Lex started to speak and Spike shushed him. "I don't care if this is the first time you're going to have something resembling sex. I'm in charge." At that, Spike got up and vanished into Lex's bathroom, and returned with a damp washcloth, which he used to clean the drying semen from Lex's flesh. If Spike's mouth felt any bit as good as that cloth...

Lex knew when to be quiet. Spike was apparently really dominant. Which suited Lex fine, since he had no idea what to do. He was grateful when Spike shoved up his shirt, because it meant he didn't have to think anymore as Spike applied his agile tongue to one of his nipples.

And that was... a weird and yet completely enjoyable sensation. Victoria hadn't bothered with anything like that, she had just stuck her hand in his pants and tried to go to town. But Spike knew what to do with the hand that reached down to fondle Lex.

Lex bit his lip to keep from crying out. Lex rarely even bothered jerking off anymore, so to feel even his own hand down there was odd, let alone Spike's. But what a talented hand it was! The fingers long enough to create a good grip, the palm getting warmer the more it stroked along Lex's heated flesh. Spike moved his mouth to Lex's other nipple, and Lex clenched his hands in Spike's hair.

"Oh, wow, Spike... there..." Lex was surprised to find himself as aroused as he was. Maybe his body was just too long overdue, or perhaps it was because he was fooling around with Spike, whom he was already comfortable with. Or maybe it was because Spike had a lot of talent.

Spike grinned around the nipple in his mouth, and Lex tried to glare down at him. But then Spike let his fangs pierce the flesh around Lex's areola, and Lex gasped.

Meanwhile, Spike's hand had succeeded in coaxing Lex's cock to full erection. Lex couldn't even remember the last time he'd been fully hard; his flesh had rarely responded the way it should have.

Apparently proud with his accomplishment, Spike squeezed Lex's erection tighter and grinned up into Lex's eyes. He then dragged his tongue down Lex's torso, and Lex shifted his position experimentally. He knew where Spike was going, and he was nervous.

Sensing Lex's apprehension, Spike continued his teasing, small licks, squeezes, and nipple-pinches until Lex growled and clutched his hand in Spike's hair again. "Spike. Please. I've. Waited long enough..."

Spike apparently didn't care that Lex had reduced himself to begging. He just continued teasing, his tongue flicking randomly over Lex's abdomen, lower and lower. Spike apparently finally got a good look at Lex's groin, because he asked in a confused tone, "No hair? Do you shave? Why would you bother?"

Lex groaned, and not entirely because Spike had started using his thumbs to stroke the skin where thigh attached to hip. "The meteor shower. Nothing is as it should be."

Spike just murmured and set about applying his tongue to Lex's heated flesh, laving the head of Lex's cock. He pulled back, and Lex leaned up to see Spike staring at his erection like he wanted to write a dissertation on it.

But then Spike moved back in, and Lex was pulled into wetness, and he decided to focus on that, rather than why Spike did what he did.

Lex found that one of his hands had trailed across his chest to play with a nipple, and he marveled over how sensitive he was. Interesting. Why was his chest sensitive, his groin not, and his wrists overly?

Spike drew him out of his thoughts by pulling off. "Hey. I see you thinking, and you stopped moving. Pay attention, or I'll leave you like this, a full virgin with a hard-on. Okay?"

Lex nodded. Spike reached up and yanked down Lex's wrist, the one he had used before. He licked the underside, then used his teeth to nick a small cut into it. He then handed the joint back to Lex and commanded, "Suck."

"Huh?"

"Suck. It gets you off. Work with me, I haven't done this in a while."

"But I can't drink my own blood."

Spike rolled his eyes, and Lex hoped he hadn't crossed a boundary. "I didn't say drain yourself, I said suck. Or lick. It'll help. You like it."

Spike returned to deep-throating Lex, and Lex yelped at the sudden stimulation. Spike worked more vigorously than before, using his tongue and lips and hands, playing Lex's body like a particularly interesting piano. Or, perhaps more accurately, a clarinet.

But. It still wasn't enough. Lex wanted more. So he did what Spike suggested, and licked tentatively at his wrist.

Holy. Shit.

He should have been doing that from the beginning.

As Spike continued to work on Lex below the waste, Lex worked at his own wrist, feeling small tremors of pleasure shooting from his wrist through his body, only to meet those tremors flowing from his groin. Little moans escaped as he let the feelings wash through him.

Lex started to writhe, started to buck, forcing himself into Spike's mouth, his free hand trailing down his stomach to caress Spike's head almost lovingly. With reason. He could feel himself getting close, a type of release he'd been trying to achieve for years.

Then, Spike pressed his fingers tightly behind Lex's balls, and Lex licked, and then he exploded, tremors shaking him as he came down Spike's throat.

He didn't realize he'd been holding his breath for quite some time until he found himself wheezing. His breathing almost covered the flesh-on-on-flesh sound he recognized from porn films, but not quite.

He forced his eyes open and was greeted with the sight of Spike propped above him, jerking himself off. A few more strokes and Spike stilled and apparently came, his body twitching as he sat back on his heels. Lex shot him a confused look.

Spike shrugged. "Vamps come dry. Nothing to create ejaculate."

"Uh huh."

"You alright, there, Lex? You left me for a time. Not long, but still."

Still a little out of breath, Lex panted, "Yeah? It was. Great. Totally different from the other stuff we've done. Just. Wow. You can do so much with your tongue..."

Spike grinned, clearly pleased with himself. "It was different for me as well. You're an interesting specimen, Lex."

"I appreciate that?"

Spike leaned up and loomed over him. "You should. I could have killed you long ago, but you fascinate me too much."

Spike was quite intimidating when he wanted to be, even with his dick flaccid and sticking out of the fly in his black jeans.

"I suppose I should be flattered." When Spike didn't reply, Lex just told him, "Thank you. For this. Maybe there's hope for me yet."

Spike got an inquisitive look in his eyes, which Lex felt he could really only attribute to Spike's new-found soul. "I wonder if there's a way to fix you. Make you respond to sexual stimulus in a normal manner, so you can fuck people without having them suck on your wrist. Be the man, and all."

"But where would be the fun in that?" Lex continued when he saw that Spike realized he was absolutely serious. "I like what we do, Spike. Otherwise I wouldn't keep calling you back."

"Well, then, perhaps we can work it out ourselves. A little blood, a little sex, combine them as needed... Could be amusing."

"I'm sure." Lex sat up and kissed Spike chastely. "You need to go. I need to get cleaned up."

"Fine. I should go grab someone to eat. One of those new clubs ought to having something for my taste."

"I did hear one of them had a vampire theme in the basement."

"Perfect. I'll be off, then."

"Yes."

As Spike straightened up his clothing, pulled on his duster, and started through the door, Lex once again said, "Thank you." He tried his best to make it sound sincere, because it was. He wasn't a total virgin any more. And if Spike was serious, he wouldn't be one in any way after a matter of time.

"Welcome, git. Now let me leave before you decide to send me flowers in the morning or something."

Lex just watched as Spike shut the door behind him, not minding that the vampire left this time. He had more to look forward to during their next visit. Spike could do a lot for him.

Note: I know Lex doesn't drink Mountain Dew, or at least I don't think he does, but I wanted to throw in the line for fans of the Angel episode "Destiny," the greatest episode of the series ever, IMO.