He awoke to intense new sensations. Things he’d never imagined before as his brother stroked his hip and whispered, “Merry Christmas, luv,” into his ear.

 

Rolling atop Spike, his teeth elongated as he thrust his hardness, skin to skin, against his twin, his lover, his sire, his all. Golden eyes searched those of his beloved as he begged for the connection he needed. “Please.”

 

With devoted, oceans of blue staring up at him and a nod of assent, his needle-like fangs sank into cool, pliant flesh, sending his ecstasy to cover both with the jerking of his body.

 

It was one hell of a day to be reborn.