Pairing: Spike/Xander
Rating: NC17/Slash
Spoilers: Through BtVS season 6 ep “Hell’s Bells”.
Notes: Fluff, the whole fluff, and nothing but the fluff. Written in response to The Batpack Wank Fanfic Challenge 2003 in honor of National Masturbation Month.
Feedback: It’s ALL about the feedback (and naked Spike)! Don’t make me beg, it’s not pretty.
Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters, just borrowing them for awhile. Everything belongs to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Kuzui Enterprises, Grr Argh, the WB, UPN, Fox, and whomever else they really belong to, although I wouldn’t mind having a Spike of my own. Who would? The story is mine, though.
Thanks: Tammy, for the beta, and for being a wonderful bud.
Women Suck Series
by
Spikedluv
5
What's Up With That
Summary: Xander is still in denial, but a bit of jealousy asserts itself
Written: August 3, 2003
Xander stood on Buffy’s front porch, staring at the door.
“We goin’ in?” Spike asked unconcernedly from behind him as he blew cigarette smoke out past pursed lips.
“We should,” Xander said unconvincingly.
“Could go home and watch a movie,” Spike suggested hopefully. “With popcorn. Drizzled with blood, though, none of that poncey butter,” he added.
“Ewww!” Xander squealed with a disgusted shiver.
Spike just grinned, and reached around him to press the doorbell. Xander shivered once more, this time in a good way, when Spike’s chest rubbed against his back. The feel of Spike’s hard chest brought back the memory of waking on it earlier that evening. Spike had been softly calling his name to wake him from the nap he’d taken after they’d had sex. Again. Hot, steamy, Spike-cuffed-to-the-bed sex. Which had been, well, hot and steamy, what with Spike cuffed to the bed, and all.
He’d woken slowly, blushing when he realized he was still inside Spike. “Hmm, hey,” he suavely greeted the grinning vampire.
“Hey, yourself.” Spike’s grin widened, and when Xander tried to move away in embarrassment, Spike cupped his face and pulled him down for a chaste kiss which swiftly turned heated.
Xander pulled away with a groan and buried his burning face in Spike’s neck, where it had been comfortably lying before the vampire so rudely woke him. “Spike...I just can’t do this again. I think...I think I’m chafed,” he said pitifully.
“Don’t worry, luv, not gonna ravish ya,” Spike replied.
Xander froze. “You’re not?” he asked, disappointed.
“Make up your mind, luv.” Spike swatted his ass. “‘Sides, after a shower and a bite to eat, you’ll be good as new.”
“Okay. Shower. I’m moving now,” Xander said, not moving. “What time is it?” he asked.
“‘Bout half an hour before sundown,” Spike said. “Figured you’d need time for a shower.”
“Am I taking it alone?” Xander asked. “‘Cause I don’t think you’ve given us enough time if we’re taking one together.”
“Wise ass.” Spike swatted him again. “Told you I wasn’t gonna ravish you. Not until you get your strength back, anyway,” he added. “Up.”
“Spike,” Xander said, embarrassed.
“Yeah?”
“I’m still...”
“I know, luv,” Spike said. “It’ll slip out when you move.”
“This is embarrassing,” Xander muttered, as he began to shift.
Spike grabbed him and made him look into his eyes. “‘S not embarrassing,” he insisted. “It just is. ‘Sides, it felt good, you in me while you slept.”
Xander blushed more. “It did?”
“Mmm,” Spike said against his lips. “So good.” He nibbled on Xander’s lips, and then explored his mouth. Xander lost all sense of embarrassment as Spike kissed him, and the heated flush that covered his face spread over the rest of his body, though for an entirely different reason. Xander returned the kiss, and Spike’s hands began to move over his back, and then down to cup his ass.
“Christ, Spike,” Xander groaned when he pulled away to breathe, and the vampire latched onto his neck, licking and sucking. “What is it about you that makes me so fucking hot?” Spike’s tongue and lips were doing very interesting things to his neck, and Xander felt other parts of his anatomy responding. “Shit,” he mumbled. “I think I’m getting hard again.”
“Oh, yeah,” Spike moaned into his ear. “You are.”
That just made Xander hotter, and harder. He lifted up off the blond’s chest, peeled the dried wax off a nipple, and then bent his head down and licked it before taking it into his mouth and sucking on it. Then he bit it.
“Oh, yeah, Xander,” Spike growled, and Xander felt the vampire’s flesh harden against his stomach. Xander bit him again, and then turned his attention to the other nipple. Spike undulated against him, searching for friction for his cock, while Xander laved his nipples. He felt himself growing harder, and then could no longer fight the urge to thrust. He took his weight on his forearms and began to move inside Spike, who wrapped his legs around his waist and encouraged him for more.
Xander kissed Spike as he pumped his hips, his cock sliding easily in and out of a passage slicked with his earlier release. “You feel so good, Spike.” Xander closed his eyes as he thrust. “You taste so good.” He kissed his vampire again.
“You, too, Xan.” Spike’s hands were moving all over his body, cooling his heated flesh. Until he slid a finger along Xander’s cleft and pressed against his puckered hole.
“Spike, god, Spike,” Xander groaned, his hips bucking as he pressed back against the finger. He moved forward, and then back again. “Spike, please,” he begged, and the other man held his finger steady as Xander thrust back, impaling himself on the digit. “Oh, god.” He shuddered.
Xander began a steady rhythm, moving forward into Spike, and then back onto Spike’s finger. The disparate sensations were nearly overwhelming—being held inside Spike’s snug passage, and being filled by Spike’s finger—and it didn’t take long before he was coming again.
“Shit...Spike!” Xander cried as his body tensed, and then his cock was pulsing inside the tight channel as he filled it once more with his release. At the first shot of come inside him, Spike erupted, his release pouring between them.
Xander melted bonelessly onto Spike, who just continued to pet him—his back, his hair—as their breathing slowed. Xander snorted.
“What?” Spike asked.
“You’re breathing,” Xander said.
“Am not!” Spike denied.
“Are too!”
“Am not!”
“Are... Spike, this is ridiculous. I’m not going to argue with you about it,” Xander sighed.
“Good,” Spike said. “‘Cause I wasn’t...”
Xander shut him up with a kiss, and then placed wet, sloppy kisses all over his face as he carefully pulled out of him, a rush of release escaping as he vacated Spike’s ass. He climbed unsteadily to his feet, his muscles weak and achy from near constant sex with his vampire. ‘His vampire,’ he thought again. And how weird does that sound?
He staggered to the door, and looked back at Spike. “Were too,” he said, and then executed a fast-paced shuffle down the hall to the bathroom, laughing at the look on Spike’s face. Spike reached him before he got to the perceived safety of the bathroom, picked him up, and carried him the rest of the way. He set Xander in the tub, and then turned on the shower.
Xander yelped as the cold water hit him, and jumped back. “Spike! I am so going to kill you!” he threatened.
“‘S not so funny now, is it?” Spike asked, grinning as he climbed into the tub behind Xander, pushing him back under the cool spray.
Instead of fighting, Xander ducked into the pulsing water and pulled Spike under with him. “Oi!” the vampire managed to yell before Xander kissed him again.
He pulled away and grinned. “Gonna have to remember that,” he said.
“Remember what?” Spike asked suspiciously.
“Ways to shut Spike up,” Xander said. “Number one, kiss him.”
“You wanna shut me up?” the blond asked dangerously.
“Sometimes,” Xander admitted. “Other times, just wanna kiss you.” He saw Spike’s eyes darken. “What’s wrong?” he asked.
“Nothin’,” Spike said, reaching for the shampoo.
“Spike...”
“‘M fine,” the vampire insisted in a pouty voice.
Xander stood still as Spike lathered up his hair, and thought back to what he’d said to Spike just before he turned all...hurt? He’d been joking about shutting him up. Sort of. Had that hurt Spike’s feelings? He was a master vampire, and his feelings got injured because he’d said he wanted to shut him up? Of course, he was also chipped and currently shagging a human who he’d wanted to kill until very recently. And, again, what was up with that?
He waited until Spike had massaged his scalp and played with his hair a bit before rinsing all the soap out, and said, “I don’t wanna shut you up nearly as much as I used to want to shut Anya up.” He waited. Finally he saw a slight twitch at the corner of Spike’s lips.
“Git,” Spike said, squeezing gel into his hand.
When they were done bathing each other, they climbed out of the tub and Xander pulled the last clean towel out of the cupboard. He dried Spike off, and then used the damp towel on himself while Spike got their clothes out of the dryer so they could get dressed.
“We need to wash the towels,” Xander said when he met Spike in the bedroom.
“You,” Spike said, stepping into his jeans.
“Me what?” Xander asked as he watched Spike pull the tight jeans up his legs.
“You need to wash the towels,” Spike replied, pulling his t-shirt on over his head.
“You help get ‘em dirty, you can help with the laundry,” Xander argued, reaching for his own pants.
“Evil vampires don’t do laundry,” Spike insisted.
“What do you do when your clothes get dirty?” Xander asked reasonably.
Spike shrugged. “Steal more.”
Xander shook his head. He didn’t know why he even bothered. Spike had an answer for everything, it seemed. He pulled his shirt on, and suddenly perked up. “Fine. Then steal us some more towels. I like blue.” Spike just stared at him, his mouth hanging open. “What?” Xander asked, sitting down to put his sneakers on.
“You want me to steal towels?” the vampire’s voice squeaked.
“Well, you said,” Xander said with a shrug. “Besides, I hate doing laundry, too.”
“I’m a vampire! I’m not stealing soddin’ towels!” Spike snarled.
Xander grinned as he stood. “I’ll show you how to use the washing machine.”
Buffy pulled the door open. “Hey, Xan!” she said cheerfully. “Spike,” she grumbled. “What are you doing here?”
“Just keeping the boy company. And hoping for some big nasty I can kill,” he said, pushing past Buffy and into the house. “Hey, Niblet!” Xander heard his voice in the hallway. “Save me a piece of that cake?”
“Hey, Buff,” Xander said, waving his hand.
“Xan. What’s up with you letting Spike spend the night?” she asked immediately.
“I explained all that,” Xander said, not really remembering what he’d said to her that afternoon. “It was no big deal. Really. So, gonna let me in?”
“Oh, sure, sorry,” Buffy said, stepping aside so he could enter.
Spike was walking through the dining room with a piece of chocolate cake on a paper plate, a forkful on its way to his mouth. “This cake is great, Xan,” he said. “Bit’s getting you a piece, too.”
“Did you just call him ‘Xan’?” Buffy asked.
“What?” Spike sounded horrified. “No!”
Xander didn’t hear her. There was a smudge of chocolate icing on Spike’s bottom lip, and Xander could only stare at it. He had the nearly overwhelming urge to lick it off. Luckily, Dawn showed up just then with a piece of cake for him, and he eagerly took it out of her hands, glad to have something else to occupy his thoughts.
“Thanks, Dawnie,” he said, feeling more grateful than even a piece of chocolate cake with chocolate icing warranted.
“No problem, Xander,” she said with a smile before turning to Spike. “Hey, Spike,” she giggled. “You’ve got chocolate on your lip.” She pointed to her own lip, and Spike stuck his tongue out and licked the smudge off his lip.
Xander thought he might start hyperventilating at the sight of Spike’s tongue. God, that tongue...was just magnificent. The things it did to him... Xander looked away just before he started to pant, and made the mistake of looking into Spike’s knowing eyes. The blond smirked at him. In a great show of maturity, he stuck his tongue out and followed Buffy and Dawn into the living room.
“Hey, Xan!” Willow called from her place kneeling before the television.
“Hey, Will. So,” he said, trying to cover up his desire to lick the vampire until he begged for release—and really, what was up with that? Bad enough he desired a guy, but the guy was a vampire, and the vampire was Spike! What was he thinking? Well, obviously, he wasn’t thinking. At least not clearly. And who could, with Spike’s hands and lips and...other things...all over them? Really it was...
“So?” Buffy said.
“Huh? So what?” Xander asked, drawn out of his reverie.
“You said ‘so’,” Buffy reminded him.
“Oh, uh, yeah, so,” Xander repeated. “What’s up!” he nearly shouted with relief when he remembered what he’d been going to say before he’d been sidetracked thinking about the guy-vampire-Spike who was again smirking at him. He made a point of ignoring him, and looked at Buffy, who was looking slightly bemused. “With slayage,” Xander clarified. “Or life. Or...anything, really.”
“No slayage tonight,” Buffy said. “I told you this afternoon, we wanted to do a movie night, stay in, relax. Don’t you remember?” she asked, at what Xander could only assume was his stupid, rather than innocent, look.
“Uh, actually...”
“Xa-, er, pillock got all upset when I grabbed his...remote,” Spike said, with just enough of a hesitation to bring a flush to Xander’s face. “Got all...heated up...when I changed the channel.” Spike looked at him, and Xander mouthed ‘shut up’. Spike mouthed back, ‘make me’, and then grinned.
“So, you in?” Willow asked.
“In?” Xander squeaked nervously.
“Movie night,” Dawn clarified.
“Oh, right. Well, depends,” Xander said, narrowing his eyes. “Who picked them out?”
“We all went,” Buffy said.
“Somehow that’s not reassuring,” Xander said. “Any action movies, or are they all chick flicks?”
“Depends on what you mean by chick flicks,” Willow hedged.
“Willlll,” Xander drew her name out in warning.
“There’s plenty of action,” Buffy said. “Sit. I’ll make popcorn.”
Xander shot a look at Spike, who pressed his lips together and drew an imaginary zipper across them. He watched as the blond walked over to the television and picked up the video containers to read the titles. He grinned as he handed the boxes back to Willow, and then walked over to the couch. He set his empty plate on the coffee table and took his duster off, throwing it on the couch and plopping himself down beside it.
“Well?” Xander demanded. Spike just looked at him. “What are they?”
“Here,” Dawn interrupted him, taking the now-empty plate out of his hand and picking up Spike’s, then carrying them out to the kitchen.
“Spike!” Xander growled. Spike looked up at him with raised eyebrows, his lips pressed tightly together.
“Oh, for god’s sake!” Xander hissed, dropping onto the couch next to him. “Speak. Please.”
Spike grinned. “Laura Croft: Tomb Raider.”
“Ahh, Angelina Jolie,” Xander breathed.
Buffy and Dawn returned with popcorn and soft drinks. “He’s staying?” Buffy asked disgustedly.
“Leave him alone, Buffy.” Dawn nudged her sister.
“He’s evil.”
Spike preened. “‘Course I am.”
Dawn rolled her eyes. “Oh, please. When’s the last time he tried to kill any of us?”
“Last night,” Xander mumbled, and then blushed as he realized he’d said it out loud, and though none of the girls heard him, the vampire, with his vampire-hearing, had. He was afraid to look at him, but then couldn’t resist. Spike was staring at him without the smirk he’d expected to see, and Xander couldn’t decipher the meaning of that look. Then Dawn was handing him a soda and plopping down on the other side of him, and Willow was turning out the lights as the movie started.
After a couple minutes, Spike shifted in the darkened room so his thigh was pressing against Xander’s, which was the absolute last thing Xander needed if he wanted to keep his wits about him. But it was the only thing he craved. So he forced himself to relax, allowing his body to slouch a bit so his arm brushed Spike’s. Moments later, Spike’s fingers were grazing his, and Xander sucked in a breath as he jerkily turned his hand over and twined his fingers with Spike’s.
Halfway through the movie, Spike leaned over and whispered, “Who turns you on more, Angelina Jolie, or me?” Xander, annoyed at the interruption, reached over and pinched him. “Oi!” Spike whispered loudly.
“Quiet!” Buffy hissed, and both men settled down.
As the movie progressed, Xander unconsciously leaned into Spike. He caught himself and tried to pull away, but Spike tugged on his hand so he had to stay where he was. He tensed up as he looked around the living room to see if any of the girls had noticed, but their rapt attention was directed at the television.
What was he doing? Granted, he was attracted to Spike. Obviously, since he’d been indulging in naughty touching with the vampire for...three days now. But this was Buffy’s house. He should be sitting on the other side of the room so there was no temptation to touch the blond. ‘Cause right now? Lots of temptation. Not bad enough their arms and legs were snugged up against each other, he also had Spike’s hand in his, and the nearly undeniable urge to lay his head on Spike’s shoulder. Maybe even turn a little and snuggle up next to him, wrapping his arm around the other man’s waist.
Stop! he exhorted himself. Acting on those thoughts could get Spike killed...deader. No, no, no! he cried to himself even as his head slowly tilted, sliding along the back of the couch until it was resting against Spike’s shoulder. He was just no good with temptation, but he was tempting more than fate. Spike’s only acknowledgment was to rub his thumb softly over the back of Xander’s hand.
When the movie was nearly over, Xander sat up straight, pulled his hand out of Spike’s, and pretended to stretch. He ran his hand through his hair, and then placed both hands on his thighs, pushing his jeans down. He couldn’t resist glancing at Spike, who was watching him. He also couldn’t help the small smile that curved his lips. “You,” he spoke softly, just as the end credits began to scroll up the screen.
Spike slowly grinned. “Knew that,” he said. “Pillock.”
While Willow set the first movie to rewind, Buffy immediately started picking an argument with Spike. Xander rapidly grew tired of the cruel words the two flung at each other, and he could tell that Spike was quickly moving towards violence of action, rather than words. Not wanting the chip to go off, he decided to step in.
Xander covered his mouth with his hand and faked a big yawn. “Wow!” he said. “I’m beat. Think I’ll head home and get some sleep. Got an early day tomorrow.” He stood, and hugged Dawn, and then Willow, who came over with a pout.
“Are you sure you can’t stay?” she asked.
“No,” Xander said. “Really tired.” He allowed his shoulders to slump a little, and a grimace of pain from sore muscles to cross his features.
He let go of Willow and turned to Spike, who was still sitting on the couch, deeply involved in a silent staring contest with Buffy. When Spike didn’t register his presence, Xander kicked him in the leg.
“Oi! Prat,” Spike snarled at him.
“Move. I’m leaving,” Xander said, annoyed.
“Where’re you goin’?” Spike asked.
“Home,” Xander said, faking another yawn. “Tired.”
“I’ll walk you home,” Spike said. “Alone, you’re a happy meal just waiting to get eaten.” He gracefully stood, and reached for his duster. “‘Night, Bit. Thanks for the cake,” he said, as he strode out of the room swinging the duster around his shoulders.
“If it’s that much trouble, don’t bother,” Xander muttered, as he followed the blond vampire. “Goodnight, Buff,” he said, hugging Buffy.
“Will you be all right with him?” she asked worriedly.
“I’ll be fine,” Xander assured her, smiling despite the urge he had to smack Spike upside the head. “‘Night, everyone!” He waved, and followed Spike onto the porch, where the vampire had paused to light a cigarette. Without saying a word to him Xander walked past him, down the porch steps and along the short walkway to the sidewalk.
“What’s wrong with you?” Spike asked as he joined him.
“Nothing,” Xander replied brusquely.
“Right,” Spike agreed sarcastically. “‘S why you’re not talking to me.”
“Look,” Xander said without looking at Spike. “If you’d rather stay and argue with Buffy, you go right ahead.”
“What’s the matter, pet?” Spike asked as he blew out smoke. “Jealous?”
“No,” Xander denied, lying through his teeth. Because he was. And that made him angry. He had no reason to be jealous of Spike and Buffy because, number one, they hated each other, and number two, he hated Spike. Right? Christ! Why did things have to be so complicated?
“No idea, luv,” Spike replied, and Xander jerked, realizing he’d spoken that thought aloud. Great!
He wondered nervously what would happen when they got back to his apartment building. He should tell Spike to leave; that he really needed to get some sleep before getting up early for work the next day. Yeah, that’s what he’d do. But why did he feel sad about that? He hated Spike. He did! Of course, he wanted him. Couldn’t deny that. And he had been jealous...just a bit. But he hated him! And he really did need to get some sleep. Yeah, he’d...
“Well, pet,” Spike said, and Xander looked up to see that they’d reached his apartment building while he’d been wondering what to do about Spike. He turned to Spike to thank him and say goodnight, when Spike spoke. “I’ll see you later, then.” He turned to walk away.
“Wh-where you going?” Xander found himself asking, and could have smacked himself upside the head.
“Need to kill something,” Spike said.
“Ah,” Xander replied. “Right. You, uh, you go...do that...killing thing. I’ll just...go to bed. Gotta be up early...,” he tapered off, and then just stood there watching Spike walk away. The black duster disappeared into the night, and then the shock of blond. When he could no longer make out the shadow he thought was Spike, Xander turned and climbed dejectedly up the stairs leading to his apartment.
Moving slowly, as if walking through thick syrup, Xander got undressed and pulled on a pair of drawstring lounge pants. He stared at the bed, but couldn’t bring himself to lay down on it. Not after sharing it with Spike. He walked out into the living room to see if there was anything good on television. It took a moment for him to find the remote, which Spike had tossed onto one of the chairs, and it brought back the memory of that afternoon, when he and Spike had fooled around on the couch. Which followed a morning of fooling around on the couch, and preceded some more fooling around in the bedroom.
Xander dropped the remote back onto the chair and stomped into the kitchen. He pulled a beer out of the refrigerator, angrily twisted the top off and threw it into the garbage across the room, then placed the bottle to his lips, tilted it, and tipped his head back. After chugging half the beer he returned to the living room, dropped onto the couch, and stared at the blank television screen. He was going to kill Spike. He was all he could think about. All he could fucking think about. And he wasn’t here. He wasn’t...fucking...here.
He blinked burning eyes, and took another swig of beer. This was the best possible thing. Really. This thing with Spike—whatever it was—was a mistake. A huge mistake. Guy, vampire, Spike. Bad idea all around. Besides, he’d been trying to figure out how to tell the vampire goodnight all the way home. Spike had just beat him to the punch. Was that it? Was he just feeling...discomfited that Spike had called a halt to this madness instead of him?
That was ridiculous. He looked at the beer in his hand, and then lifted the bottle to his lips and finished it. He got up to throw the bottle in the garbage, turned the lights out, brushed his teeth while trying not to stare at his sad eyes in the mirror, and then forced himself into the bedroom. He sat on the side of the bed and picked up the candle from the bedside table. He held it to his nose and breathed in. Vanilla was now a scent he would always associate with Spike.
He set the candle down, and threw himself back on the bed. The cuffs hanging on the bedpost jingled and drew his attention. He reached up and took them down, running his fingers along them, feeling the cold metal. Xander deliberately closed one cuff over his wrist, and twisted his wrist experimentally. He considered the cuffs, then snapped the second cuff onto his other wrist. He tugged on them, and then bent his thumb back and flicked the catch, easily sliding his wrist out.
Xander’s breathing became labored as he remembered Spike lying on the bed, naked, his arms above his head, wrists cuffed around the slat in the headboard. He slid to the middle of the bed, and placed his arms above his head, gripping the slats until he could feel the edges cutting into his fingers as his cock jumped in his pants at the thought of what he was going to do. Taking the loose cuff in his hand, he placed it around his wrist and clicked it shut, then pulled on them.
Xander closed his eyes and imagined Spike standing over him; looking at him, touching him. Spike’s cool fingers rubbing over his nipples, then pinching them, followed by the velvety wetness of his tongue flicking over the hardened nubs. Fingers and tongue moved down his body, softly tickling until they reached his penis.
With a light touch, the pad of his thumb stroked the tip, spreading the leaking fluid, and then trailed along the shaft and through the curls at the base before cupping his balls, gently kneading them as he took the head into his mouth and let his tongue swirl around it. Xander groaned as Spike took him in all the way, his nose buried in coarse hairs, the tip of his cock brushing the back of his throat.
Xander bent his knees and pushed his heels into the bed as he raised his hips, desperate for friction on his swollen, aching cock. He tugged on the cuffs as he rocked his hips, biting his lip to keep from screaming Spike’s name. Imaginary Spike swallowed around his cock, then lifted his head, sucking hard as his tongue worked the shaft. When he reached the tip, he lightly scraped his teeth over the nerves.
“Spiiike!” Xander screamed, and his back arched off the bed as he erupted, spurting load after load of hot fluid onto his belly. His muscles went slack, and he dropped onto the bed. ‘Fuck,’ he groaned, then fumbled with the catch on the cuffs. When he got one cuff off, he slowly eased both arms back down so the blood could start flowing properly again, and removed the other cuff.
He rolled to his side, levered himself up, and hung the cuffs back over the bedpost before pushing himself to his feet and staggering into the bathroom. He turned the shower on, then looked at himself in the mirror. Heavy-lidded eyes opened wide in surprise when he saw the blood on his lip from where he’d bitten through it. He wiped the blood off with his thumb, then turned to the cupboard for a towel, grumbling when he realized the towels were still in the dryer.
After he was showered and dressed in a clean pair of drawstring pants, Xander returned to the bedroom, determined to get some sleep. He crawled between the sheets and stared at the shadows on the ceiling. Though his body was exhausted, his mind continued to race, reliving the last three days. ‘Damn vampire!’ Xander cursed, turning onto his side and pulling the other pillow over, hugging it against him. How could he miss him already?
Xander woke barely rested when the alarm went off the next morning. A cool shower and a strong cup of coffee didn’t seem to help. Nor was he any more alert when he got to work. A combination of not having slept well and his mind not being on the tasks he was working on, caused him to make mistakes that meant he had to redo part of the project. When he finally got home that night, he was tired, sore, and angry. Mostly with himself.
The first thing he did when he got into the apartment was call Buffy about patrol. He ordered a couple of pizzas he’d pick up on the way over to her house, and then showered, hoping to wash away the tension along with the dirt and grime from the site. He dressed in loose-fitting pants, t-shirt, and boots, checking his jacket for stakes before leaving the apartment. He couldn’t wait to go on patrol; he needed a vampire, preferably a newly arisen fledgling, to take his frustration out on. If his mind skittered over the thought that he might run into Spike while out on patrol, he refused to allow that it influenced his decision in any way.
A couple hours later, he, Willow, and Buffy were cleaning out a nest of vampires that had just moved in to St. John’s Holy Cemetery. Buffy was fighting and staking vamps with gleeful abandon while Willow and Xander double-teamed them. Xander served as a distraction, a role which placed him on the ground more often than not, while Willow staked the vampire who thought it had found an easy meal. A plan that worked fine, until one of the remaining vamps figured out what was going on, and approached them with two friends.
Xander managed to hold his own, even while sneaking glances at Willow to make sure she was doing all right. Which really just meant he was holding two of the vamps off with some well-placed swings and well-timed ducks until he managed to slam the stake home. While he was busy choking on the resulting dust cloud, the second vamp took the opportunity to slam him back against a tree. He kicked and punched to no avail, and would have screamed like a girl if the vamp didn’t have its forearm pressed against his throat.
The vamp was lowering its fangs to his neck, and Xander steeled himself for the pain of the bite even as he struggled desperately against it. Before its fangs reached his tender flesh, the vamp dusted in front of his face, and he grabbed his throat and gasped for breath, ready to thank Buffy. Instead, he was left staring into angry amber eyes.
“Spike!”
6
Staking A Claim
Summary: Spike assuages Xander's concerns, but creates a problem of his own
Written: October 23, 2003
Spike wandered aimlessly through the cemetery, pausing now and then to light a cigarette or dust a vamp. He was bored. Where were all the bloody demons, anyway? He needed a nice spot of violence to get his mind off...
“Grrr,” he growled, irritated at himself. Maybe he’d head over to the Fish Tank, see if there was a poker game he could get in on. Always the chance for a bit of violence there. Or maybe he’d find Clem and they could share a bucket of wings. Too bad The Bronze didn’t serve that flowering onion thing anymore. Just then, the sounds of a fight reached him. He perked up and headed in that direction.
Soon he was close enough to recognize the buzz of the Slayer in his head. Bloody hell, he thought disgustedly. Just what he needed, to run into the bleedin’ Slayer. He was so not in the mood to listen to her. And since when did he start thinking like the bloody Scoobies?
He moved closer; maybe there were enough vamps to go around and she’d feel generous enough to share. Suddenly, a familiar scent reached him. Xander. Spike pushed through the bushes to see Xander stake one vampire, only to be roughly shoved against a tree by another. Spike sighed as the boy was held helpless, watching the vampire lower its fangs for the killing bite.
With a shake of his head, he pinched his cigarette out and tossed it to the ground, and then raced up behind the oblivious vamp, morphing and pulling his stake as he ran. Before the vamp could touch his boy, Spike staked it in the back. It exploded into dust and Xander looked at him with gratitude that quickly turned to shock as recognition set in.
“Spike!” he yelped.
Spike could smell the receding fear as relief flooded the boy, and then a sudden mixed wave of desire, uncertainty, and anger. Without giving himself time to think about the scents emanating from Xander, he turned and backhanded the vamp that Willow was still holding off. She levitated a stick and staked it while he placed himself between Xander and the remaining vamps, and began to joyously eliminate them one, and sometimes two, at a time.
As soon as the vampires were all dusted, Buffy turned to him. “Spike,” she snarled. “What are you doing here?”
“Don’t get your knickers in a twist, luv, just passing through,” he snarked at her, as he pocketed his stake and pulled out his pack of cigarettes and lighter. The scent of disappointment filled his nostrils, and he surreptitiously glanced at Xander as he lowered his head and held the lighter to the tip of the cigarette between his lips. The boy’s face was turned away from him, and from the stiffness of his stance Spike could tell that it was deliberate.
“Was hoping to run in to your boy,” Spike amended, his demon raging at the thought of Xander belonging to anyone but him, even though he hadn’t quite resigned himself to the fact that he wanted Xander Harris at all, much less as much as he bloody well seemed to. Ponce. “I seem to have left somethin’ important at the apartment last night.”
“What this time?” Buffy taunted. “Xander’s television?”
“Don’t need Xander’s television,” Spike said, forgetting that he wasn’t here to argue with Buffy. “Got my own.”
“We done here?” Xander interrupted. Spike glanced over at the boy, but he was staring unwaveringly at Buffy; ignoring him completely. “The sooner Spike finds what he’s looking for, the better.”
Spike could tell from his tone and posture that Xander was pissed off about something. He’d find out what it was later. After he’d gotten the boy back to his apartment. And naked. And possibly begging. Yeah, begging was good, he thought, as he took a last drag on his cigarette before pinching it out and tossing it away.
“Yeah, we’re done,” Buffy was answering Xander’s question. “Want us to come with?” she asked, throwing Spike a dirty look.
“That won’t be necessary, Buff,” Xander said. “Let’s go.” He started walking out of the cemetery.
Spike was pretty certain the words had been directed at him, though the boy hadn’t spared him so much as a glance. With a last look at the fuming and slightly confused Slayer, he moved off after Xander.
“I hate you,” Xander muttered when Spike caught up with him.
“Mutual,” Spike automatically snarled in reply. What in bloody hell was wrong with the little prat? He’d been the only thing Spike could think about all night and day, not to mention he’d just saved the boy’s pretty neck, and this was the welcome he got? Bloody ungrateful git! What was he doing here again? he wondered. Granted, the boy was hell-on-wheels in the sack, but a good-looking bloke like himself could get that anywhere. Though maybe not exactly the same; the boy could certainly give as good as he got.
Not like he’d miss him, or anything. He was a Master Vampire, he thought, puffing his chest up. What was he? A soddin’ human! Weak, and soft, and good, and...soft, and...warm. Grrr! That just proved he’d miss being able to take a hot shower more than he’d miss the boy. Where was he? Oh, yeah. Weak. Soft. Hearted. Soft-hearted. Good. And so bloody responsive. Arrgh! Where did that come from?
Spike was drawn out of his reverie when Xander stumbled and caught himself. He made sure the boy was going to stay on his feet before letting his mind process what his senses were telling him. Xander was wound tighter than a drum, and misery poured off him in waves. Just as Spike was going to ask him what was wrong, he realized they’d reached the apartment building. He decided to wait until they were inside before confronting the boy, and followed the silent figure into the building and up the flight of stairs.
Xander didn’t speak as he fumbled with the keys, slamming the door open when he finally got it unlocked. Spike cautiously entered the apartment after Xander, shutting the door behind him as he watched the boy throw his keys toward the counter, and then storm through the apartment and into the bedroom. He had just slipped his duster off and hung it up—what a ponce, he thought absently—when a red-faced Xander returned and threw the handcuffs at him.
Spike caught the cuffs against his chest, and then held them out and looked at them in confusion. “What’s this, then?” he asked. He really didn’t think the boy was asking to be tied up.
Xander’s breaths were ragged. “It’s what you came for, isn’t it?” he asked.
“Pardon?” Spike asked.
“You said...,” Xander’s voice broke. “You said you left something...important...”
Spike just stared at him. Then understanding struck, and he still could do nothing but stand there and stare at the boy. The soddin’ little bugger thought what? That he’d played him and was dumping him? Not that he wouldn’t, or couldn’t, do that. ‘Cause he would. And could. He was still the Big Bad, despite the soddin’ chip. He just wasn’t ready to. Now everything made sense. Xander ignoring him, spewing hateful words, the misery pouring off him.
Wait...the misery pouring off him. That meant Xander really did want this as much as he did. Spike threw the cuffs the way of the keys, and took a step towards Xander. The boy backed up nervously. “I said,” Spike nearly growled, taking another step and moving the boy back. “That I left something important.” By the time he finished, Xander had been backed up to the wall, and Spike took one last step, bringing his body flush with Xander’s.
Heat wafted off the boy, warming him. He took in the abject misery on Xander’s face, the red-rimmed eyes, flushed face, and harsh breathing, before lowering his head until cool lips brushed the warm lips of his human. “You.” He pulled back enough to speak, soft puffs of air rebounding off Xander’s lips and teasing his own. “You’re what I left behind.”
He placed another soft kiss on Xander’s lips as he brought both hands up to rest on the wall on either side of Xander’s head, and pressed his body into the other man’s. “You’re what I need so fucking much,” he groaned, and kissed him again. Harder. Xander moaned, and his hands came up to Spike’s face, sliding into his hair, returning the kiss with a desperation that fueled Spike’s own desire.
“Mmm, Spike,” Xander moaned again, this time in disappointment when Spike pulled away to let him breathe and nibbled his way along the boy’s jaw and down his neck.
“You silly sod,” he growled in Xander’s ear. “Were you trying to get yourself killed?” He bit down on Xander’s earlobe hard enough to make the chip twinge.
“No! Ow!” Xander yelped, slapping one hand over the ear Spike had just released. “That hurt,” he pouted.
“You need to be more careful on patrol, Xander,” Spike said, ignoring the ringing in his head. “You’re mine, now, and I would be very put out,” he emphasized, “if anything were to happen to you.” He ran his hands quickly over Xander’s body to assure himself that the boy was in one piece.
“B-but,” Xander said. “But you said...a-and last night...,” he stammered.
“What did you expect me to say in front of the Slayer, Xander? Let’s go back to your place so we can get naked and shag?” Satisfied that Xander was in fact all right, his hands took on the task of reacquainting themselves with Xander’s body—which he hadn’t touched for nearly 24 hours, and he thought he felt a smidgeon of withdrawal—for purely pleasurable reasons.
“No, but...you left, and...is that all this is?” Xander asked breathlessly, and possibly slightly distracted by the hands that had snaked their way beneath his t-shirt and were busily rubbing and pinching his nipples.
“Is what?” Spike asked, himself distracted by the scent of arousal wafting off his boy. He wanted to touch him everywhere at once, and cursed the fact that he only had two hands. And that the two of them were both still fully clothed.
“This,” Xander gasped as Spike slid one hand around his back and beneath his waistband to cup his buttock. “Just a shag?”
“I think,” Spike said, pressing his lips to Xander’s neck where his pulse beat rapidly, “I can safely say...” He sucked and nibbled on the tempting bit of flesh. “...that this is much more...” He sucked on the earlobe he’d bitten earlier. “...than ‘just a shag’.” He kissed Xander again as the other man’s arms went around his back and held him tight.
Xander’s lips parted, eagerly admitting Spike’s tongue, and the vampire reveled in the taste of him as he mapped the boy’s mouth. He kneaded Xander’s ass with one hand while the fingers of the other continued to tweak his nipple. When he paused to allow Xander to breathe, he carried his assault to the other side of the boy’s neck.
Panting for breath, Xander whispered, “But you left.”
Spike stopped, and pulled back so he could see Xander’s face. “What?” he snarled, irritated at the interruption. Xander looked away from him and shook his head, as if he knew he shouldn’t have said anything. Spike sighed. He hadn’t meant to make Xander think he wasn’t interested, it was just bloody inconvenient timing. Even though he’d told the boy that it wasn’t just a shag, the shaggin’ was pretty bloody important!
He gently cupped Xander’s face and turned it back so he could look into his eyes. “What?” he asked again, more softly.
“Y-you left,” Xander repeated, his eyes skittering away from Spike’s. “Last night, you left.”
“I don’t live here, Xander,” Spike said, keeping his voice low.
“Right. I know that,” Xander said. He unwrapped his arms from Spike and crossed them protectively over his chest. “But you stayed the night before.”
“None of that, now,” Spike said, tugging at Xander’s arms until they were back around him, placing his hands flat on his ass, and then manipulating them so Xander was cupping his buttocks. “Much better,” Spike said, wrapping his own arms around Xander’s back and pulling him close.
“I loved staying here,” Spike said, as he rested his forehead against Xander’s. “But we don’t live together, and there’ll be nights I have stuff to do, just like there’ll be nights you have stuff to do. Though I will admit, last night I was a little...”
“Scared?” Xander asked.
“No!” Spike denied. “I’m the Big Bad! I don’t get scared!” He paused. “Maybe...a little...uncertain,” he admitted.
“About us?” Xander asked.
“About us,” Spike agreed.
“Are you still uncertain?” Xander’s voice quavered.
“I came looking for you, didn’t I?” Spike asked.
“No, you said you were...”
Spike placed his fingers against Xander’s mouth to quiet him. “I came looking for you,” he said.
“Did you miss me?” Xander asked against Spike’s fingers.
“Did you miss me?” Spike asked.
“I asked first,” Xander said.
“Might’ve,” Spike said. “You?”
“Maybe...a little.” Xander blushed.
Spike gripped Xander’s hair and tilted his head down. “Tell me you’re mine,” he growled, and then kissed Xander hungrily.
“Mmm, yours,” Xander said, taking control of the kiss with feverish intensity. His hands tightened on Spike’s ass, pressing their groins together as he moved his hips, sliding their erections over one another. “Tell me,” he managed to get out between kisses, “that you’re mine.”
Spike hesitated. It was bad enough he was claiming a human, but to admit he belonged to him would certainly make him a ponce. Xander didn’t seem interested in his internal musings. He grabbed Spike’s hips and turned them, slamming him into the wall.
“Tell me,” he snarled, rubbing himself against Spike. The vampire groaned as a jolt of desire shot to his already hard cock. “Tell me,” Xander repeated, his breaths tickling Spike’s neck, fingers digging into his hips. He rocked his hips faster, more urgently, and Spike grabbed his ass, trying to bring them even closer. “Tell me,” Xander whispered.
“Yours!” Spike finally yelled, unable to withstand Xander’s attack on his senses. “Yours, yours, Xander, don’t stop, don’t stop,” he babbled. Hell, now he was babbling! You knew things were really bad when...oh, yeah, don’t stop, he thought. He slipped his hands back inside Xander’s pants, cupping his ass, squeezing the warm flesh while the other man sucked on his sensitive neck.
Spike was nearly overcome with the sensations coursing through him as Xander seemed to stimulate all of his erogenous zones at once. His hips continued to thrust against him while he nibbled on his neck, the feel of his teeth driving him wild. One hand kneaded his ass as the other moved up to rub a black-cotton covered nipple. The boy’s heat radiated off him and Spike felt as if he was burning up. His scent filled Spike’s nostrils and pushed him over the edge.
“Fuck, Xander,” he groaned, tipping his head back against the wall and pressing his groin into Xander’s as his balls tightened and drew up against his body. His cock filled and pulsed as he shot load after load into his jeans. “Xander!” he cried, wondering what it was about this human boy that turned him on so.
“Spike. Oh, god, Spike,” Xander moaned against his neck. The overheated body stiffened against him, blunt teeth clamped down on his neck, and growls issued deep from his throat as Xander joined him in climax. When Xander bit down on his neck, Spike roared, his balls straining to release every last drop of fluid.
When he came back to himself, Xander was resting all of his weight against him and softly mewling into his neck as he gently licked the spot he’d bitten. “Xander,” Spike croaked, pulling his hands out of Xander’s thankfully baggy pants and wrapping them around his waist, holding him tight.
“Spike,” Xander whimpered. His body shuddered with aftershocks as his arms slipped up the blond’s body and around his neck.
Spike couldn’t believe the power of the orgasm that had wracked his body, and could only attribute it to the emotions that had been battering him all day. “Xan,” he tried again.
“Tired,” Xander groaned.
“All right, pet,” Spike said. “Let’s get you into bed.” He paused, wondering just how he expected to get Xander into the other room when he wasn’t sure he’d be able to stand without the wall currently supporting him. He narrowed his eyes. He was a bloody demon. There was no way he was going to let sex with a human boy, no matter how good it was, incapacitate him.
He...Spike tightened his grip around Xander’s waist...was...he pushed off the wall with his butt...a...and began walking Xander backwards down the hallway to his bedroom...demon! He breathed a sigh of relief when they reached the bedroom, backed Xander into the bed, and lowered him onto it. He braced his knees against the edge as he helped Xander lay back.
“You gonna let go of me?” Spike asked, looking down into Xander’s face. The brunette looked back at him through heavily-lidded eyes, his lips curled in a smile. “What’re you smiling at?” he asked brusquely.
Xander hesitated, and then his smile grew. “You,” he said. “Staying?” he asked plaintively.
It was Spike’s turn to hesitate. He’d already made his decision, though he hadn’t yet admitted it to himself. He’d spent the balance of the night after he left Xander, and the entirety of the next day, wishing he was back with him. Yeah, the sex was great, but as if that wasn’t surprising enough, he found himself missing Xander’s silly comments and ridiculous clothes, the way his whole face lit up when he smiled, his delicious scent, especially after Spike made a point of rubbing up against him, his warm touch...
“Yeah,” he whispered. “I’ll stay.”
Xander’s eyes fell shut as his smile grew even wider. “Good,” he said softly, running his fingers into Spike’s hair and pulling his head down until their lips touched. “Missed you,” he added as he nibbled on Spike’s lips.
“C’mon, pet,” Spike insisted against Xander’s swollen lips. “Let’s get your clothes off, yeah?”
“I wanna Spike,” Xander whined. “Really. But I don’t think I caaannn.”
Spike stared down at Xander in confusion, and then smiled in understanding. “To sleep, git,” he whispered, making it sound like an endearment.
Xander giggled tiredly. “Oh. I think I can do that.” He opened one eye. “But you’re still staying, right?”
“Yeah, pet,” Spike assured him. “I’m staying.” He waited. “So, gonna let go?”
Xander sighed deeply, and then reluctantly loosened his fingers and released his hold, his arms falling heavily to the bed. “‘Kay,” he agreed with a sated smile.
Spike shook his head as he stood and began to undress Xander. He pulled the boy’s boots and socks off, and then unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. “Lift,” he ordered softly, pulling pants and boxers down when Xander managed to raise his hips off the bed. He tossed them on the floor and gently slapped Xander’s hand away so he could push the t-shirt up, running his hand over the boy’s warm abdomen. Spike pulled Xander up long enough to shove the jacket off him and tug the t-shirt over his head, and then laid him back down.
“Don’t move,” he commanded. He tossed the jacket over a chair, and then carried the pile of dirty clothes into the bathroom and threw them into the hamper. He removed his own clothes and wiped his stomach and softening cock off with a warm cloth, then rinsed the cloth and re-wet it for Xander. Spike turned off all the lights, and then padded on bare feet through the darkened apartment to Xander’s bedroom and cleaned him up with the cooling cloth.
Xander sucked in a breath when Spike placed the cloth on his stomach. “Bastard!” he hissed.
Spike grinned while he finished cleaning him, and dropped the cloth on the floor. “Sorry, pet,” he said as he pulled the sheets down and tucked Xander beneath them, then climbed onto the bed and crawled over him, snuggling under the covers on the other side of the bed.
Xander rolled into him, wrapped his body around him, and buried his face in his neck. He ran one hand up and down Spike’s arm as if he were petting him. “I’m glad you’re here,” he said, and promptly fell asleep.
Spike wondered if the boy had as much trouble sleeping the night before as he had. He took a moment to savor the warmth seeping into his body, and the comfortable, familiar scent of his lover. He rolled that word around his mind, testing it. Lover. His human lover. His boy. Xander. “Me, too,” he whispered, and joined Xander in slumber.
Spike woke the next morning when Xander stepped on the cold, wet cloth he’d dropped on the floor the night before, and swore. Spike grinned to himself and snuggled deeper into the warm blankets, listening to Xander mutter to himself about vampires and revenge as he hobbled to the bathroom. Moments later, he was crawling back under the covers, draping his cooled body over Spike’s warm one.
“Oi!” Spike yelped, coming awake immediately.
“There’s a cold, wet washcloth on the floor,” Xander snarled playfully at him.
“Hmm, wonder how that got there,” Spike said.
“I’ve got a pretty good idea,” Xander said, snapping his teeth near Spike’s neck.
The blond groaned and grew hard. “Don’t tease.”
“Who’s teasing?” Xander asked, latching onto the skin at the juncture of Spike’s neck and shoulder, pulling it into his mouth and gently gnawing on it with his teeth, and then sucking on it hard enough to leave a mark.
Spike’s whole body arched off the bed, supported by his feet and head as it rolled back onto the pillow. “X-Xander,” he moaned.
“What’s the matter, Spike?” Xander released his neck and Spike fell back onto the bed. “Does the vampire have a little neck fetish?” he asked, reaching up to tease a nipple as he once more buried his face in Spike’s neck.
“Gah, yes!” Spike cried, his arms grasping for Xander, then falling nerveless to the bed as the boy licked and nibbled at his neck.
Xander shifted so his body covered Spike’s, his forearm resting on the pillow near Spike’s head as he switched his attention to the other side of Spike’s neck, his free hand resting on Spike’s chest as he rubbed the other nipple with his thumb. He lifted his head out of Spike’s neck and placed a soft kiss on his lips. Spike opened his eyes and tried to control his breathing. He was a vampire, he didn’t need to breathe, he reminded himself, and took another deep breath as he looked into Xander’s eyes.
“Why are you here?” Xander asked.
“Huh?” Spike responded.
“Why are you here?” he repeated.
Spike blinked. “‘Cause you asked me to stay?” he replied.
“Why?” Xander asked again.
Spike found himself getting annoyed. “What is this, Xander?” he asked, quickly coming down from the high the boy had induced by attaching warm lips to his neck. “Don’t you want me here?” What if, in the light of day, er, dark of early morning, the boy had changed his mind? Well, sod that! He didn’t need...
“Of course I want you here,” Xander said. “But... Do you really want to be here?”
Spike huffed. “Yes, Xander,” he said, exasperated. “I really want to be here.”
“Why, Spike?” he prodded. “Why do you want to be here?” He lowered his face and stared at Spike’s chest. “I mean, what do I have...”
“Xander,” Spike softly called his name. He wrapped his arms around the suddenly shivering boy. “Look at me, pet,” he commanded, though his tone was gentle. Xander raised watery eyes. “I don’t understand it, either,” he said, moved by the brunette’s emotion. “I just know I want you. I need you.”
“I want you, too,” Xander said, his voice small. “Need you,” he admitted, lowering his lips to Spike’s chest. He kissed the spot over Spike’s unbeating heart. “Spike,” he said, his voice quavering, and as he looked back up at the vampire one tear slipped from his eye and traced a path down his cheek. “It scares me...how much I...how much I need you.”
“Xander,” Spike said, brushing the hair away from Xander’s face, and then carefully wiping the tear off his cheek.
“I mean, four days ago, I didn’t even like you!” he insisted.
“Xander,” Spike said more firmly, though still keeping his voice low.
“What?” Xander asked.
“Stop thinking and just kiss me,” Spike said, and Xander did. Spike lifted his head to meet Xander’s mouth as the boy slid up his body. Their lips touched in a gentle, comforting kiss that almost immediately turned heated as tongues danced and explored, ending only when Xander needed to pull back to gasp for air.
Spike nuzzled Xander’s neck as his hands roamed over the boy’s back and down to his buttocks. Spike moaned as he squeezed and kneaded the firm globes beneath his hands, spreading them and letting his fingers slide along the cleft and over the tempting pucker. Xander grunted as he pressed back into Spike’s hands and then ground their groins together.
Xander turned his attention back to Spike’s neck as he thrust his hips into the blond. Spike tilted his head back to give Xander better access as desire spiraled through him. His finger prodded Xander’s dry hole.
“Oh, Spike, please,” Xander begged, pushing back. “Please...”
“Want this?” Spike asked, teasingly stroking his finger over the boy’s entrance.
“Yes!” Xander gasped.
“Want me in you? Want me to fuck you, Xander? Make you mine?” Spike’s deep, husky voice stoked the fire burning in them both. He couldn’t believe how quickly Xander could arouse him. With a look, a touch.
“Yes. God, yes,” Xander whimpered, mindlessly humping the vampire. “Want you in me, Spike. Make me yours!” His voice went up an octave as Spike threw him onto his back and took his place between the brunette’s legs.
He started kissing his way down Xander’s body, pausing to suck on his neck, to lave a nipple, to slip his tongue into his navel, before dragging his tongue down Xander’s hard shaft while the boy thrashed beneath him, muttering nonsensical words of encouragement as his hands on Spike’s head urged the vampire lower.
He nudged Xander’s thighs, and the boy eagerly spread them, bending his knees to give Spike more access. Spike lay between Xander’s legs and licked his nut sac, then pulled one into his mouth, gently rolling it on his tongue. Xander was vocal in his approval. Releasing it, Spike licked the flesh behind his balls.
As he made his way lower, the boy pulled his legs back, opening himself up for Spike’s exploration. Spike spread his cheeks and took a moment to admire Xander’s pink hole before running the flat of his tongue over it, then fluttering the tip of his tongue against it.
“More, Spike, please,” Xander pleaded, his fingertips digging into his thighs as he held his legs back.
Spike sucked on Xander’s hole, and then pointed his tongue and pressed it into him. He pulled his tongue out, and then pushed back in, then again, and again.
“Oh, god, yes. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop,” Xander begged the vampire as he tried to lift his hips against Spike’s face, wiggling his ass on the invading tongue.
Spike swiped his finger over his leaking cock, collecting the pre-come. He withdrew his tongue and lifted his head. Xander groaned his protest. Spike circled his finger over the spit-slicked entrance, and then slowly shoved it through the tight ring of muscle. Xander started panting as Spike inexorably slid his finger all the way inside him, and then yelped when he brushed it over his prostate.
“Like that, pet?” Spike asked, looking up at Xander from his position between the boy’s legs as he carefully pumped his finger in and out of Xander’s passage, continually stimulating his prostate.
“Y-yes,” Xander gasped.
“Want more?” Spike asked, reaching up to scoop the pooling pre-come off Xander’s stomach.
“Yes, Spike, please,” Xander implored.
Spike pulled his finger out, coated two with the thick fluid, and gently pushed them into Xander.
“Yes, yes, oh, god, Spike,” Xander encouraged. Spike scissored his fingers to stretch him, and then reached for his prostate. Xander bucked. “Yes, yes, yes,” he chanted and writhed as Spike’s slippery fingers fucked him, sliding over his prostate with each entry. Spike replaced two fingers with three, making sure the boy was ready to receive him, and then withdrew them and climbed to his knees.
“Tell me what you want, Xander,” Spike commanded, stroking his hard cock, lubricating himself with the pre-come dribbling from his slit. He wrapped his fingers around Xander’s stiff flesh and pulled on it, and then coated his fingers with Xander’s essence and transferred it to himself.
“You,” Xander said breathlessly. “Want you, Spike.”
“Want me in you?” Spike asked as he placed the head of his cock against Xander’s hole. “Making you mine?” He didn’t know why he needed to hear it again, but he wanted Xander to say the words.
“Yes, in me! Yours.” Xander nodded frantically.
“Oh, Xander,” Spike groaned, and pressed into him. When his head penetrated the ring he paused, giving Xander a moment to become used to him, and then pushed the rest of the way in. His boy was so tight, so bloody hot, Spike nearly came as soon as he was fully seated within him.
He closed his eyes and gripped Xander’s hips, willing his orgasm back. He didn’t want it to end yet. He needed to make the boy his. He drew back, and then thrust back in. “Mine.”
“Yours! Oh, god, Spike!” Xander cried, his fingers fisting in the sheet as Spike drove into him, angling his hips so he passed over Xander’s prostate with each plunge.
“Feels so good,” Spike moaned. “Mine, Xander. Mine.” He morphed, and looked down at Xander with amber eyes. “Xander, I can’t...”
Xander looked up at him in wonder. “What...?”
“Feel so good. Smell so good.” Spike closed his eyes and bit his bottom lip, drawing blood. Xander reached up and wiped the drop off his chin, and Spike’s eyes shot open. He watched as Xander stared at his finger, and then licked it clean.
Spike couldn’t believe Xander had done that. “So fucking hot,” he rasped, pistoning in and out of Xander’s ass. He knew he wasn’t going to last much longer.
Xander reached for him and Spike allowed himself to be pulled down. Xander kissed him softly, and let his tongue slip between his lips and run over his teeth, explore his fangs. And then he was arching his back, his mouth open in a silent scream, warm come shooting between them.
“Fuck, Xander,” Spike groaned. He buried his face in Xander’s neck, where the sound of his blood rushing through his body was louder, the scent stronger. He rubbed his forehead against Xander’s neck as his boy’s internal muscles clamped down on him. He struggled to control himself, and then Xander closed blunt teeth on his neck, drawing blood.
Spike shuddered, and slipped his fangs into Xander’s neck. He drank, and his orgasm hit him as Xander’s blood flowed over his tongue. He bit deeper as he filled Xander’s ass with his release, and Xander bit down harder as a second orgasm ripped through him. Spike withdrew his fangs and roared Xander’s name, then lowered himself onto his boy after he’d completely emptied himself into him.
“Mine,” he said as he licked Xander’s neck, lapping up the blood and sealing the bite.
“Yours,” Xander said, exhausted again. He petted Spike’s head. “Mine,” he said sleepily.
Spike lost his demon visage. “Yours,” he agreed, and fell asleep still inside Xander.
They woke to Xander’s alarm, and he groaned. “I gotta get up, Spike,” he said.
“Mmm,” Spike responded, not moving.
“Spike.” Xander poked him. “Spike.”
“Don’t wanna move,” Spike said. “You should stay home today,” he added.
“I can’t,” Xander said. “Besides, I can’t feel my legs.” He poked Spike again.
“Quit pokin’ me,” Spike whined, slapping at Xander’s hands.
Xander froze for a second, then asked, “Did you just whine?”
Spike hesitated. “No,” he denied. “‘M a Master Vampire. I don’t whine. I kill and maim.”
“Uh huh. I also have to pee,” Xander said, and Spike immediately rolled off him, arms flailing. Xander laughed and climbed stiffly to his feet, and then staggered to the bathroom. He continued talking to Spike, but the vampire buried his head under one of the pillows and ignored him. Utter and absolute silence pulled Spike’s head out from under the pillow. The only sound was Xander’s racing heart.
“Xan?” he called. There was no answer. “Xander?” he called, a bit louder.
“Spike,” Xander squeaked.
“What’s wrong?” Spike asked, climbing out of the bed.
“You, uh, you bit me,” Xander said.
Spike walked into the bathroom to see Xander staring into the mirror, his fingers tracing the bite mark. “Oh, uh, yeah. I seem to remember that,” Spike said.
“H-how?” Xander asked. “The chip...”
“Still works,” Spike said. “Gave me a jolt when I bit your ear.” He reached out and pinched Xander.
“Ow!” Xander yelped.
“Oh, bloody fuck!” Spike snarled, grabbing his head as the chip went off.
“You all right?” Xander asked worriedly, taking Spike into his arms.
“Except for this bleedin’ headache,” Spike said, allowing his head to rest on Xander’s shoulder.
“Then how...?”
“Don’t know,” Spike said. “Maybe ‘cause you wanted me to.”
“I didn’t want you to bite me!” Xander yelled.
“Oi! Sensitive ears here!” Spike yelled back, pulling out of Xander’s arms. “You wanted to be mine,” Spike said, with a pout. “Didn’t you?” He forced himself not to look needy.
“Well, I, uh, yeah, but... I thought we were talking about, you know, sex,” Xander said.
“I thought you didn’t want it to be just sex,” Spike countered.
“Well, okay, yeah, true. But I wasn’t really talking about getting turned into a vampire, either!” he said.
“Didn’t turn you!” Spike retorted angrily. “Just a little...sex bite.” He leaned back against the wall, crossed his arms over his chest, and stared at the tiled floor.
“Sex bite?” Xander repeated. “So this is a vampire sex thing?” he asked, looking back into the mirror.
“Basically,” Spike said, trying not to look guilty. “Made you come, right?” he asked, trying to change the subject without seeming obvious.
Xander blushed. “Yeah,” he said.
Spike grinned, then got serious. “I didn’t mean to. Bite you, that is. I just...don’t know what came over me. After you bit me, I just had to. Won’t do it again, if you don’t want. But then, you can’t go around biting me, either,” he teased, waggling a finger at Xander.
He pushed away from the wall, grasped Xander by the face, and pulled him down for a kiss. “We need to talk about the different kinds of vampire bites, but we don’t have time to go into it now. You need to get to work. We’ll talk about it later, yeah?”
“O-okay,” Xander agreed. He stared into Spike’s eyes. “I bit you, too,” he said, as if Spike’s comment had caused the memory to resurface. “I tasted your blood.”
Spike grinned. “Yeah. That was fuckin’ hot, Xander,” he said, and kissed him again. “Shower, and work. Talk later.”
Spike left him to take a shower, and felt an even worse headache coming on. The first bite had been a sex bite, no doubt about that. But how in bloody hell was he going to explain the claiming bite to Xander? Then another thought hit him. Buggerin’ soddin’ hell! How was he going to explain to Buffy?
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