Part 15
Spike's sweet, gentle boy had torn into the commando with a cold,
manipulative rage that did him proud. With a few calm sentences Xander
reduced the all-American soldier boy to a sobbing heap. When he asked Finn
to not make him break his kneecap in a seductive whisper, Spike shuddered.
How much of this was Xander and how much was some demon-born taint to the
boy's heroic soul? Was his association with Spike turning him into what he
had fought against for so long? Spike worried this thought over and over in
his mind until he and Xander left the captured commando with his Sire and
went to change the objective of the mission.
Xander seemed to think Rayne a greater threat than Spike did, but Xander
was better at these things so Spike followed and waited for orders. He was
almost giddy with relief when the two of them stopped briefly before
reaching the back of the first perimeter and Xander let the mask of
indifference slip. This wasn't a tainted soul; this was his boy, his loving
overburdened boy. His boy was sick with what he had done and what he might
have to do. But the sight of that clenched jaw and white-knuckled grip
on his weapon told Spike that Xander was prepared to do whatever it took to
protect the people he loved and felt responsible for.
So they made the rounds, Xander supervising the evacuation of his troops
while keeping careful tally of the Initiative's dead and wounded. A
Buffy-like blond ran up to Xander and grabbed his arm, prompting a growl
from Spike, and said, "Jeff got zapped."
"Shit!" Xander looked ready to kill something.
"No, well, yeah - but Kayla says he'll be okay. Anyway, the guy that shot
him told Cordelia that the three ranking officers just dropped in their
tracks for no apparent reason. We have them back at the infirmary under
guard - well, they're still unconscious, but, you know. Is this magic? Cordy
wants to know if we did it?"
"No." Xander looked around and flagged down a fresh runner. "Do this," he
said to the girl. "Stay here and speed up the evac - get everyone out. Have
our people watch out for each other first, but if at all possible remove the
Initiative's dead and wounded." He addressed the runner, "Tell Cordy that I
commandeered Amy to run the retreat. Tell her we didn't put the whammy on
the soldiers, that Ethan Rayne has turned the tables on his captors and is
making a power play and to act accordingly - she'll know what to do. Go!"
"But if this guy is their enemy..." Amy started to ask.
"This guy is no one's friend; these people are his fall guys. Don't give any
of them a chance to hurt our people but don't kill any of them if you don't
have to." Xander handed the tiny blonde over to the front line leader and
made sure that they were clear on what to touch and not touch on the way
out. The back door Angel had arranged was off the boy's locker room under
what was left of the gym. The last of the minions to leave was to shift a
row of lockers to hide the tunnel should anyone try and follow.
They were on their way back to the library, skulking along the eerily quiet
corridors when Xander cautiously approached a fallen lab-coated figure. Just
as the boy reached to check the body's pulse Spike grabbed Xander and pulled
him away.
"Ouch!" Xander rubbed his upper arm.
"Sorry," Spike said absently. "It smells wrong - like magic."
"You hurt me," Xander said.
"I'm sorry, Pet," Spike said, paying more attention and making eye
contact.
Xander grinned and kissed him and said again, "You. Hurt. Me."
"I'm sorry..." The chip. The chip hadn't gone off. He had hurt Xander and
the chip hadn't gone off. Spike had known it before but now - now it sank
in. He had hurt his sweet boy - albeit mildly - but still the chip was gone.
He could kill Xander. What if he did? He was impulsive. He was a demon. What
if in the heat of anger he destroyed the one person who had ever loved him?
Worried brown eyes broke into Spike's train of thought as Xander gripped his
shoulders and gave him a mild shake. "Spike? I'm happy for you but this is
not the time to zone out. You have to pay attention. Promise me you won't
forget you can fight back. Remember, you hold a piece of my heart, and I'm
counting on you to keep it safe - keep yourself safe." Xander gave him a
soft kiss and added, "Come on, let's head back to the library."
Just before they entered the library Xander stopped Spike and kissed him
hard. "I'm going to tell you to do something you don't want to do; you're
just going to have to trust me." Spike offered the boy a skeptical look but
waited to hear him out. "I know if there's a melee your instinct is going to
tell you to protect me. I'm asking you to trust me to survive on my own -
I've made it this far." Xander clamped a hand over Spike's mouth to prevent
the inevitable comment. "I need your first objective to be to protect the
witches. Going up against Rayne - they are our best shot at defeating him -
I need you to see they stay safe long enough to do something."
Spike didn't like to admit it but Xander was right. Still, that didn't stop
him from tracking his mate's every move once he had taken up a position
inside, watching the door along side Angel's new boy. As a card-carrying
evil undead bastard Spike had never given much thought to karma, but the
almost instantaneous reward he received for his obedience had him pondering
the concept.
After checking in with the others upon entering the library, Xander was once
again drawn into a confrontation with that sniveling soldier boy Finn.
Xander not only pointed out just how much danger Finn had put them all in,
but defended Spike's action in revealing the weakling's addiction to Buffy
and outed the blood whore to his commando partner and the fang gang. Angel
of course was all concerned for Buffy's castoff version of Angel-lite, but
Spike wondered just where that interest came from. He was willing to bet
that the gelled one had paid for it more than once since he had had that
soul slapped on him.
The actual endgame wasn't much of a dustup. Spike had had far more vigorous
workouts playing slap and tickle with the Slayer. His sweet brown-eyed boy
hadn't even gotten to fire his rocket launcher. That moment though, when
Xander had flown into the wall and hit the floor dazed - even seeing the
tall, silent commando taking up a guarding position over the boy - it had
been all Spike could do to follow Xander's orders. He had killed the
demon/soldier instantly. Rupes might have said to try to spare them but
Spike wasn't
wasting time, he wanted to be free to defend his mate should the commando
fail. Then, in a flash of blue light, it was over and all that was left was
to sort through the dead and the wounded.
Xander wanted level the high school. Spike told him he could have all the
explosions he wanted but the witch and the Watcher said that no, he
couldn't. Since Xander's lower lip did not have the same mysterious
persuasive power over them as it did over Spike, the remains of the school
were left intact. Spike thought they would never get out of there. Xander's
extended pack all seemed to need to touch and be acknowledged by their
alpha male. It was downright wrong to hear humans saying 'let's do this
again
sometime' when they were referring to the events of that night.
They evacuated the parking lot base as if they were leaving a covered dish
picnic, although the leftovers they were discussing the distribution of were
mostly weapons and bombs. One bright soul worked in a self-storage warehouse
and volunteered space until the surplus could be sorted out. Xander asked
Jonothan to take the U-Haul and see to it and asked if he would mind
returning the truck for him later. Spike held back a snicker; the boy looked
at his Xander with such hero worship the vampire though he might faint when
Xander shook his hand and said, "Thanks. We couldn't have done this without
you."
Xander was kind and generous to all his minions, and had expressly forbidden
Spike calling them that as rule number eight. When Angel approached Xander
and asked if they might have a word, Spike was torn between mentioning that
Angelus could take some pointers on how to treat his minions from his Xander
and ripping out the poof over-gelled hair. He settled for growling and
wrapping his arms around his mate's broad chest from behind. Xander laughed,
turned his head and kissed Spike's cheek. Spike was catching
on to the fact that Angel looked more disturbed when Xander's displays of
affection were conducted when Spike was in game face than when he at least
looked human.
Xander reached out and shook Angel's hand, further confusing the poof's tiny
little mind, and said, "Thanks. I know you're more of a loner, but you
really came through for the team. Did you really mean it? Can Riley be
helped? Is it a death wish? I gotta admit, five years of trying to stay
alive in this hellhole has me questioning his sanity."
Well, that obviously wasn't where the souled one thought the conversation
was going to go. From the baffled look at the snarling vampire Xander was
currently wearing as a cape, his Sire might just launch in to a pot and
kettle speech. Spike snickered and shifted to his human guise. "Oh, believe
me, Pet, Peaches really wants to help our Riley." Spike leered. Xander
ignored him, and Angel glared.
"Actually, Xander, I was more concerned about your relationship with
Spike..." he started.
"Oh God, Deadboy, I am so not prepared to have you as a father-in-law."
Xander giggled - quite a bit. He continued until Spike started to worry that
he might have to snag one of the humans to do mouth to mouth. Angel looked
irritated.
"You're loopy, Pet. I'll admit he's a riot, but this isn't like you." Spike
rubbed his boy's rippling abdomen, and waited for him to stop gasping.
"I'm sorry. Really. I'm fried. Really fried. If you want any sort of serious
conversation, I need sleep first." He leaned back against Spike.
Angel sighed and looked contrite. "No, you're right, this isn't the time,
but
we do need to talk."
"Cordy has my number, just give me the weekend to unscramble my brains."
If Spike had need proof of just how few brain cells were functioning for his
Xander he had it when the boy didn't even flinch when the brooding one
almost touched him. Xander's eyes had begun to flutter shut as he leaned
against Spike. Angel reached up with tentative fingers that hovered less
than an inch from Xander. Spike glared at Angel. Angel glared at Spike. The
standoff broke when Angel's boy summoned him to the Watcher.
Right. Time to get him marked good and proper and keep the bloody
competition away!
~~~~~~
Xander tripped three times on the stairs up to their apartment. Spike gave
up all pretense of trying to appear human and carried the boy up the last
few flights. He stood Xander against the wall and fumbled for his keys. Once
the door was opened, Xander grabbed him and pulled him close. "Need sleep.
Need you. Come sleep," Xander mumbled against the side of Spike's neck.
"Very poetic, Pet." Spike carried Xander to bed and spent the better part of
the next twenty-four hours wrapped tightly around his mate. Xander made
three trips to the bathroom and one to the kitchen to chug a quart of orange
juice, but Spike was sure the boy would have no memory of the events since
each time he was asleep again before his head hit the pillow.
Keeping a watchful eye on the boy, Spike paced while fretting over the need
to mark his mate, and in general behaved like the bloody souled-one. Angel
had been right about one thing; the sharing of blood they had been playing
at singled Xander out to any of the night breed. Once marked the boy would
be safe from any attacks from all but the most irreverent of challengers.
Once the mortal was bound to Spike the only acceptable way to kill him would
be to go through Spike. Given his own careful adherence to protocol and
demon lore Spike wasn't willing to bet Xander's life on such conventions,
but a little insurance never hurt.
Red called to see how Xander was and to leave an update on the Nibblet. Dawn
wanted to see them both and after Willow explained separation anxiety in an
endless stream of babble, Spike told her that Xander was practically a
corpse and wouldn't be able to speak in complete sentences until at least
dinnertime. She giggled and said they would bring Chinese.
The talk of food sent Spike to the kitchen. Given his restraint since the
chip was removed he opted for two units of O neg as a reward.
"Should I keep restocking that?" Spike turned to see Xander leaning in the
doorway. He looked delicious and tussled. All that tanned flesh covered by a
tiny pair of raggedy, cutoff sweat pants - which had a disturbingly
misplaced bulge next to the one Spike was focused on.
Dragging his gaze away from the distracting boy, Spike considered what
Xander had just asked. Could he be having second thoughts now that the chip
was gone? Had Spike let his guard down to soon? This was it. Well, fine. If
the bastard didn't want him Spike would... Would what? What could he do?
"Thinking of chucking me out, Pet?"
Xander's heartbeat skyrocketed. The scent of fear filled the air. Spike was
crushed. How could Xander think Spike would harm him - in any way. "No,
dipshit. I thought... I figured you might want... to start..."
Spike pinned Xander to the wall. Spike wanted to hurt him - hurt Xander like
he was hurting him. Spike inhaled the fear and pain, and yet this warm,
blood-filled human didn't smell like prey. Even in his rage part of him
screamed `MINE!' and prevented any physical violence. That part didn't
prevent him from snarling out in full fang, "What? Thought I'd start culling
the herd?"
Xander's thick dark lashes were wet with unshed tears but what he gasped out
was the last thing Spike expected to hear. He didn't beg for mercy, he
didn't say he had expected this turn of events given Spike's demon nature.
The boy whispered "I don't want you to leave. I don't want to lose you."
Heaven and Hell. Heaven and Hell - Good and Evil! How could he have been so
blind? Spike had told Red, but not once since the chip had come out had he
told Xander that he still felt the same. It was so easy to forget how young
Xander was. From the very beginning, Xander had been the aggressor; even
with his limited experience, he had been the one to take all the risks - to
plunge forward blindly and bravely. The fear - the sadness in his scent - he
was afraid he would lose Spike. Spike knew his own romantic history left him
with a 'strike first' attitude toward rejection - but was Xander's former
love life any better? In his short life Spike's boy had been abandoned as
much as Spike had been in over a century. It was time to show some trust,
time for Spike to be an adult and take a risk. All his brooding over how to
approach Xander about marking him seemed silly. He knew the boy was head
over heels in love with him. *Interesting picture that, getting Xander's
long, strong legs up in the air while pounding into his hot tight body is
definitely on the to do list for today.* At that lovely thought Spike dove
forward and scraped his fangs across Xander's neck, careful not to hurt him,
but delighting in the anticipatory shiver that moved though his boy. "I'm
not going anywhere - not ever! We clear on that?" Spike morphed to his human
form and forced Xander to look him in the eyes.
Once again the boy hit him with an unanticipated question. "Are you going
to
turn me?"
*Bloody hell!* "Do you want me to?" As a Childe, Xander would worship Spike,
but Spike was rather flattered that Xander wanted him - loved him - without
that coercion.
"Do you want to?" *Great he's angry, guess that's better than afraid. What's
the right answer here, hum? If I say no will it seem like I'm rejecting him?
Shit, if I say yes, will he think I just want to shag his demon-possessed
corpse into a blood-soaked puddle? Oooo, lovely image.*
"Xander." *I just can't win this one, by all that's unholy I swear sometimes
my boy has PMS.*
Before Spike could let go of the boy, Xander warm hands pinned Spike's slim
fingers in place and he said, "I need to know what you want. I need to
know...how you feel."
Was that the solution? Should he just tell him the truth? Novel approach. "I
want you. However I can have you, for as long as I can have you." There
would be time later to mention that this might be longer than Xander thought
even without the turning. "If Red can find a way for you to still be you -
then fine, but otherwise...I can bag it for your lifetime."
A glimmer of hope crossed Xander's expressive face followed by a touch of
awe when he stroked Spike cheek. "And Dawn's?" he ventured almost
reluctantly.
He asked so little and offered so much Spike couldn't help but smile. This
man - this good man loved him. Him, William the bloody awful poet, the Big
Bad, fuck up, psychopath - an odd term of endearment but it suited him and
when Xander said it, it seemed lovely - in all of Spike's freaking
incarnations Xander loved him. "And Dawn's," Spike agreed
Oh, wasn't his boy beautiful when he smiled. Xander must be the sun god's
favorite bastard - seasons changed, night became day and the world was
reborn in his darling boy's smile. "I have something for you." From defiant,
to awed, to inexplicably shy in the space of a moment, now Xander's scent
shifted to anticipatory.
An intriguing proposition when he reached toward his shorts, but it was the
other bulge he removed. Xander pulled out a small box - the kind that held
jewelry. Skunked again - his boy had knackers - always in the lead that one,
absolutely fearless. The last love Xander had bought jewelry for had run out
of his llife at the next sunrise. All the while Spike had been worrying over
Xander's possible refusal to the visible marking of mate and here the boy
was offering some sort of human equivalent. Spike worked on staying calm as
he reached for the box and tried to distract his love's attention by joking,
"That better not be an engagement ring, Pet."
The chip - it was the chip. Mounted on a silver pendant, the back of which
was engraved with an `X' that had the letter `S' wrapped around it like a
lover. *How the hell?* Spike had been hovering about his boy almost nonstop
since the chip had been removed; when had Xander arranged this? In all that
chaos, with everything - everyone - he had to worry about Xander had somehow
found time for this. Spike wanted to say how much that simple fact meant to
him. He wanted to somehow express what it meant to have been thought of, for
the first time in his existence, ahead of all others. Instead he said,
"What's this?
*Why do I do that? Why do I strike out first? With anyone else it makes
sense to hurt them before they can hurt me - but this is my boy - my Xander.
I want him bound to me forever, yet I never trust him enough to let down my
guard.*
Spike marveled when Xander, as he did with everything else, let his
snarkiness roll right off him and mimicked Spike's accent while saying,
"What do you mean `What's this?'?"
"What does it mean, Xander?" *Hold on, that didn't come out exasperated. And
how come I sound breathless when I don't need to breath? Couldn't be the
thought that this might mean he'd agree to be mine - all the way - blood
bond, flesh marked, mated human to vampire, whatever that entails?*
Without a blush or a trace of teasing Xander looked him firmly in the eyes
and said, "It means....It means, I greatly esteem you."
Spike couldn't stop the snort of derision. As soon as he did it he regretted
it. *Wonderful way to seduce him. First force him to be the one to put his
feelings into words and then show contempt and disbelief. And you wonder why
everyone leaves you? Wanker.*
"I do, you know." Xander motioned hesitantly toward the pendent. "You
didn't just survive this. You conquered it." *Happy, Spike? A minute ago he
was confident and now he's looking down and biting his lip. Are you proud
of your accomplishment?* "I... If I haven't told you, I admire you. Your
tenacity, your strength. You've really come through for me, for all of us."
*How many times have I wanted to tell him that, but me - The Big Bad - was
too afraid to say the words. He's the brave one.*
"Put it on for me, eh, Pet?" Spike didn't trust the steadiness of his own
hands to fasten the clasp. Then there was the added incentive of Xander's
warm finger lingering over his neck as he adjusted the chain. No one - no
one had ever looked at him like this. Not Dru in the alley that last night
of his life, certainly never Angelus no matter how hard Spike tried to
please him. Xander's gaze was not acquisitive like Drusillia or calculating
like Angelus; Xander looked at Spike as if he were a rare work of art or the
last sunset the boy would ever see. *Dark one, all I request is a portion of
love. Whatever my defects, you are for me a name of raptures. Let the world
cast its judgment, nothing changes my heart -- a single word from your lips
is sufficient [1]*
"Say something, Pet." Spike said with a laugh, if Xander didn't focus his
attention on something beside Spike he was going to find himself thrown to
the floor. *Hold on! What's wrong with that?*
It seemed Xander's inner voice were shouting out something similar as his
eyes dilated and Spike could swear he heard all the blood in Xander's body
rushing toward his boy's cock. Xander's whisper slipped into every corner of
Spike's mind when he said, "Fuck me?"
*A request? I can do requests, Dark One.* "Here, or in the bedroom?" Spike
asked, raising Xander a good three inches off the floor by holding firmly on
his hips, prepared to take him wherever he suggested. Spike hoped once he
sated the desperate need to reestablish their physical bond he could broach
the subject of marking to Xander with some control.
Any hope of control was flushed when Spike watch Xander's expressive face
reveal his turmoil at having to choose one or the other before turning his
wide-eyed, oh-so-innocent-seeming gaze on his lover and gasping out, "Both?"
Spike growled as images of tearing into this trusting human battered at him.
He leveled what Xander had referred to as his patented-serial-killer-look on
the boy as he lowered him with the slow control that vampiric strength gave
the shorter man. Without the chip as a safety net, Xander had no idea what a
dangerous position he was in. As Spike firmly turned Xander to face the wall
the boy's body transmitted desire and readiness in scent and a variety of
unconscious reactions. As his growl changed to a purr, Spike felt a moment
of fear. What if Xander hadn't responded willingly? Would this be a rape or
a murder? How would he have reacted, unchipped, if Xander had given off a
scent of fear? It was a moot point at the moment, since as soon as Spike had
ripped the shorts off Xander's body, the young man had braced himself on the
wall and thrust back willingly spread legs as an offering to his demon
lover.
Spike trailed his fingers down Xander's broad, beautiful back as he lowered
himself to kneel behind his boy. He needed a moment. Standing put him too
close to the tempting mortal's neck. The desire coursing through his
demon-animated corpse had little to do with feeding but was not entirely
fueled by lust. The thought of plundering his boy and his new found ability
to cause pain was far too tempting. Spike buried his face between the
muscled orbs of Xander's offered ass. Slowly licking deep into his boy's
puckered entrance he inhaled the scent of his lover, hoping to stave off the
vision of his own cock covered in Xander's blood. Not that he really wanted
to cause his boy pain - well not much, although all those threatened
spankings danced about in his chipless head, but that would have to wait.
Right now he needed to sate them both before he hurt the boy, and then get
him marked.
Oddly enough Xander's heavy breathing and the soft whimper he released as
Spike scraped his human teeth over the boy's balls served to calm the demon
more than the two bags of human blood. Spike would have sworn Xander was too
far gone to offer up more than a `Mhureegl' as he reached for the remains of
his snack which could double as lube. So he was surprised by the amazingly
coherent cry of "Rule four! Rule four!" coming from over his head.
*Must be doing something wrong if he can still talk.* Lifting his face from
Xander's alluring backside, Spike asked, "What was rule four again?"
"No using blood as lube." How that had escaped being rule one had a lot to
do with Xander's odd human values. Spike had intended to enjoy the
whimpering that resulted from his ceasing his attention to Xander's second
favorite hot spot, but realized he was at a point where he had to either
bury his tongue or his fangs in Xander.
Choosing his tongue he set the mug down and said, "Need something, Pet,"
and plunged back in, leaving Xander to produce lube. There was a delightful
struggle as Xander attempted to remain in contact with said tongue - as
if he had a choice - and rummage around the kitchen. There was a crash and
something rolled across the floor just before Xander frantically thrust a
bottle of olive oil down to Spike. Spike reluctantly parted from the taste
of Xander and began to work the oil deep into his lover. The way Xander's
body so willingly yielded to the penetration of Spike's fingers made up for
the loss of the tempting taste of him. Spike felt safe enough to stand
behind his naked human as he buried three of his fingers in the hot, moist
cavern of his mate.
Xander leaned back into him, exposing his long, strong throat. *Such a
tease.* Or was he? They had been lovers long enough to know just what
buttons to push to crank the each other up. For instance now, Spike was
fully clothed - well, barefoot - but Xander was naked. Naked with the better
part of Spike's hand inside him. How many times in the middle of a footie
match had Xander, in a bid for attention, baited Spike until the vampire
grabbed him, threw off the boy's clothes and turned him over his knee? And
if the chip prevented him from beating that bottom bloody it never stopped
him from finger fucking his human until the match was over. Of course that
just insured he would do it again next time, but that was all well and
good, eh? Spike had tormented his boy over that peculiar vanilla kink.
Xander, in turn, had learned how riveted Spike was to his neck and how
sensitive an area it was on a vampire. Biting during sex wasn't the only way
his human catered to his demon lover. Spike had lost track of the long, hard
sessions of bedsports Xander had initiated with a knowing pout and the
words, "Would you kiss my owie?" No one cut themselves that often, but
Xander would hold up a pricked finger or small cut beading with blood and
the scent of desire pouring off him.
So Xander knew. The human's body shook not with fear but with need. He
sighed as Spike licked over the spot he had grazed his teeth on that first
night they had spoken of marking. Xander knew what he wanted, what he
needed. If they had both been demons it would have been enough. But Xander
was human and over a hundred years younger - Spike needed words.
Of course, he should have thought of that before he had his mate teetering
on the brink of orgasm. Spike desperately wanted to mark his mate now but
wasn't sure `Schpadoinkle' would qualify as an affirmative. Still, he had to
ask. "Want you. Want to mark you. Deep in the muscle, leave a scar. Want to
claim you," he gasped out while rubbing against the spot, hoping that their
previous talks would enlighten Xander to what he wanted.
"Do it!" was Xander's surprisingly coherent reply. Although, to be fair,
judging by the clenching around his thrusting fingers, Xander just might
have offered up his parents' life's blood right now if Spike would just shut
up and let him come.
Oh! It had been so long! The rapture of his fangs sinking into taut flesh
and firm muscle - the explosion of scent and taste - the hot blood slipping
over his tongue and down his throat. Plunging into Druscilla had never been
like this - this was his - this was Xander.
Once, shortly after he was turned, Angelus had had enough of Spike snarking
`you're not my Sire' at him and unbeknownst to Darla or Dru, when the ladies
were out `shopping', had told Spike to kneel before him.
"Hear me, Garmhac, and know that she who made you is mine as you are hers. I
will suffer you as kin for her sake and claim you as my Childe." That was
the only time he had called Spike 'garmhac'; usually it was dalta or leanbh
og, [2] but then, he had acknowledged the blood ties and Spike had been
awed when Angelus had bitten his own wrist and offered it to Spike. A primal
memory of the demon's had stirred and he had known that this would bind him
to the older vampire much as he was to his dark, mad Sire, but he hadn't
hesitated when he had grasped onto that wrist and, carefully not dropping
his fangs, licked up every drop of Angelus' blood. The ladies had known what
they had done as soon as they had arrived home. Drucsilla, of course, would
deny her `Daddy' nothing but Darla had been right pissed.
That moment - that archaic piece of demon blood binding - that came close to
this. Perhaps, because - unlike his turning - they both had chosen each
other. Xander, even with the signs that this was more than just `kinky sex',
had willingly continued the bonding - had chosen Spike as his mate as
surely as Spike had chosen him.
The force of Xander's orgasm when it hit splattered the wall and turned his
bucking boy into dead weight for a moment. Xander's body felt boneless in
Spike's arms and the vampire reluctantly removed his fangs and cut his own
tongue to bathe the wound with his scent and blood. Spike held his
now-claimed mate tightly and kept brushing his still-buried fingers against
Xander's prostate while he watched the mark heal to an angry red scar.
In a few days it would be all but invisible, but they could renew it often
now. Let Angelus talk all he wanted, Xander was his. Spike wouldn't mind his
Seanathair's [3] blessing but nothing short of dusting him would separate
the two of them now.
The weight this lifted - the desperate aching need.... Spike hadn't been
aware how influenced he had been by the driving instinct to claim his mate.
Now that this human bore his mark he felt drunk on the sense of control it
gave back to his life. Even more than having the chip removed this
reaffirmed him - he was a man, a demon, a master and anyone who went after
what was his was going to meet up with the Big Bad, at least for the last
seconds of their life.
Spike gently slipped his fingers out of Xander and turned the boy to face
him. The sleepy, sated smile that greeted him melted his unbeating heart.
Xander draped his warm body on Spike and whispered, "Bed now?" Spike almost
laughed out loud. He had forgotten that Xander had requested `both' when
offered the choice of here or in the bedroom for his requested fucking.
Spike felt a bit like Rhett carrying Scarlet as he transported his long
lover to the bedroom. He put his boy into the rumpled bed and sat back,
trying to wrap his mind around the fact that Xander was finally his.
1. Mirabari
2. Garmhac = grandson
Dalta = pupil
Leanbh og = young child
3 Seanathair = grandfather
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