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Once Bitten, Twice Shy RATING: Adult content only WARNINGS: Dark Fic!!!!! Rape, Abuse, Violence, Prostitution and general Angst. this is not a nice story. PAIRINGS: Xander/Spike Spike/others SPOILERS: Xander is still in the basement for now and Spike still has his chip. Anya is around somewhere. (~)at the start and finish of sentences mean that spike is thinking to himself. AUTHOR: tj This is in Xander's point of view. Looking at the bleached one again trying to work out the washing machine knobs, I wonder whatever possessed me that night to claim him as my own. I still don't even remotely like the prick. Sure, he does give great blowjobs and I have really come to crave them. I think the fact that he is for one, a male and the fact that he is a male *vampire* at that is going to give me the ick factor for a long time in the future. Yesterday, I opened my eyes during the one that he was giving me infront of the t.v. to see him smiling around my cock that was in his mouth. It made me feel weird and a bit possessive of his talents at giving head. Not even Anya made me feel possessive. I can't understand what is making me feel that I have to look out for him yet not being able to like him at the same time. I would have thought that after a year of living together, I would have at least learn't to like the arsehole. I think that maybe it's a little bit of guilt on my part that I've got going now since he wrote me that if I had gone out straight away that night looking for him, I probably could have stopped most of what had happened to him. I don't like to dwell on that fact for too long, it makes me feel angry and as Spike has come to know, me being angry is not a pretty sight. Occassionaly in one of my worse tempers, I've slapped at him. He makes me so angry at times when he just won't stop crying after I've told him to. I can't help the urge to smack at the vampire for not doing what I've repeatedly asked him to do. I keep telling him that if only he would just shut the crying up, I wouldn't be forced to smack at him. He will probably learn in the future. The future, now that is a funny thing to think about. When the blonde first moved into the basement with me, I could't wait for him to move out so that I could get my bed to myself again. I've grown so used to the cool body next to mine and the grasping smaller hand that latches onto mine during the night that signalls what is going to be a doozy of a nightmare for the other man. I just automatically reach my hand up and run it through his hair in a move that I know is soothing for him. I don't think that I could sleep alone now. Even after I moved into an apartment, I just assumend that the blonde would be coming with me. I didn't even think of asking him if he wanted to and the fact that he didn't even try to argue with me made me feel good, it felt right to have him with me in the new place. The scooby gang think that he sleeps on the second hand couch I have in the living room. None of the others even remotley know what our living arangements are like. They think that I am too soft hearted for my own good. I'm careful never to show the temper that's getting worse to them, I just wait until I get back to the apartment and let it fly. True, it does scare Spike and thats part of what makes me angry, the way he cringes from me and cries. I'm not my father, I'm not just going to belt the crap out of him for no reason. I've been having weird thoughts lately of what it would be like to take Spike from behind. At first it was freaking me out, I tried to stay away from the vampire for a few days, not letting him give me head but that ended up confusing and upsetting him. I don't like to see him upset, it makes me feel weird and funny in the pit of my stomach. I like it when he smiles at me when I give some little thing that I pick up at shopping, thinking that he would like it. I don't like him. I shouldn't feel like that but like these thought of screwing Spike, I can't seem to help it. Looking again at the blonde currently kicking at the stubborn machine, I get up and walk over to him. I lay a soothing hand on the soft hair and tell him not to worry and that I can do it myself. Watching him amble towards the bathroom to go and wash his dirty hands, I look at the way his arse moves in the tight confines of the black jeans I bought him a couple of weeks ago and think to myself yet again what it would be like to dive into the tightness between the well shaped buttocks. This is in Spike's point of view. Lovely little pat on the head that was, thanks mate! I think to myself as i walk to the bathroom to wash the grease off my hands. If you someone had told me a year ago that I would be living in an apartment with the Harris whelp and be giving him daily blow jobs, I think that even with the chip in my head, I still would have figured a way of tearing their limbs off one by one. I can feel his eyes on my arse even as I pass out of his view and into the bathroom. I don't exactly know when it was that I decided that enough was enough and to just go with the flow. That first night in the basement when he shoved his cock down my throat and then patted at me as I cried was what I think sent me on the way to being a pet for the human. He was so nice to me the next day. He apologised for coming on my face. He apologised for his temper and for sending me into a flood of tears. The whelp doesn't know it but it wasn't his temper that first time that sent me into hysterics, but the hissy fit I copped sure as hell didn't help matters. I had started crying when the clock ticked over from 5.59 and into 6pm that Monday night. The boy had said that he would be home by 6pm and he wasn't. All day I had been worried that something might have happened to him. I hate being alone. I hate not smelling another flesh scent. I hate not being able to see another figure from just about any where in a room. If I can't see one, then just the knowledge that someone is nearby is sometimes enough. I think that's why I stuck with Dru for so long. I'm terrified that one day I will be all alone. All my life I have made sure that someone is around me. I was frightened that the whelp had left me, that I would be alone once more. Stupid, I know, I was bloody well living in *his* basement. Christ, I wish I had a fag. Funny, I haven't had a smoke since the night of the crypt. Just makes me sick to think of the taste of those things. Still want one though, still want the comfort that they used to offer. Turns out the chip had been damaged more than the Watcher had first thought. It had become pretty obvious that it had damaged my speech centre, as the blonde binty witch had said. Ooohhh yes, all the others had agreed. I had sat there as far away from Cornfed as I could in old Stuffy's house. Not being able to say anything apart from these pathetic grunts and squeals, I sat there and let them pretend that I couldn't hear anything, let them just overlook my prescence as they had used to with the Harris whelp. Before I lost my speech, even though the boy was a part of the scooby gang, I had still ranked higher on the importance scale than himself. It's probably the fact that he now ranks over me in the pecking order that makes him able to show his emotions when we are the only two around. He has seen the way I look at Iowa. He see's the nervousness that I try to hide whenever Slaggy brings her fucktoy around to the apartment. The first time that Riley had come over, I didn't leave the bedroom until he had gone. The whelp had come in and just taken one look at me down on the floor and had sat beside me stroking my hair and holding me tight against his side. I was crying and he was telling me that I would probably be like that around most males for a long time considering what I had been through. I would have laughed at him if I hadn't been busy crying from the fact that one of my attackers had been in such close quarters to me again. I still haven't told Xander who worked me over that night. He know's what happened that night and for now it's enough. I might tell him who in the future but for now I'm settling for not pissing off a Slayer with accusations about her boyfriend, I mean really, who are they going to believe. Me?, I don't think that anyone is going to believe a demon who can't talk and now thank's to the sodding damaged chip in it's head, still cries at the drop of a hat. The Watcher and the two witches think that the stupid thing must have shorted out my emotional area in my brain as well as the speech centre that they all like to go on about. I think some day's they are right, some days all I seem to do is cry. Especially when Xander is in one of his moods. I keep trying to stop as he asks, but once I start, it is so hard to stop. Maybe one day I will learn how. Looking down at my hands, I sigh and scrub harder the the grease marks all over them. I'm just so sick of trying anymore. I can't be bothered trying to be someone that I no longer can be. I can't be the Big Bad anymore, I can't be William the Bloody any more. All I am now is a pet to a human with a temper that is slowly growing out of control. Being a kept man isn't as bad as I thought it would be. Yeah, I have been slapped around a few times by the boy and as humiliating as that is, he isn't too bad. It's only a few slaps here and there and although in all likelihood that it will get worse, I can't bring myself to leave. Where would I go, what would I do for blood money. Who else is going to let me hold their hand at night when the nightmares threaten to overwhelm me? I can sense the growing lust for my arse in the boy. I only have to bend over in front of the brunette some days now and I can smell the waft of desire float through the room. I suppose that I have been lucky so far that he hasn't yet tried to go there. The routine of blowjobs being only in the morning and night changed when we moved to our current address. The first few weeks had been busy for the boy at work and so a few missed blow here and there and now it's more or less whenever the whelp wants it. The only time that he actively stopped me from performing the task was a few weeks ago when I first noticed the the smell of arousal getting stronger and not from just blowing him. It was pretty much right after he had barged in one me in the shower. He copped a really good view as I had accidently torn the shower curtain and we hadn't gotten around to getting a new one. The next few days was full of him pushing me away whenever I approached him to give him a blow job. I usually didn't wait for him to ask, I wasn't about to let him force me again, so whenever I smell the arousal build, I go over to wherever he might be and kneel in front of him and just go for it. Sometimes he can get rough but he has only really forced me on two other occasions since that night in the basement. He confused me when he started to push me away from him. I knew that he smelt hornier that usual but I didn't even think about the shower incident, later I put two and two together. But, at that time, all that was running through my head was that the boy was preparing to throw me out on my arse. I was upset because I knew I was giving great head and I was scared that I would be alone again. The boy had claimed me as his that night and even though he isn't a vampire, the claiming thing is something that Angelus and Darla had pretty much beaten the meaning into both Dru and me. For vampires, it meant that you belonged to your Sire as a Childe and not a minion. The whole difference between a Childe and a minion wasn't due to the extra Sire blood that a Childe would eventually get, it was only down to the difference of being either pissed on or cum on at the time of turning. Pissed on, minion. Cum on, Childe. The boy could have pissed on me. That really would have been the last straw for me. He didn't though, he came on me instead, whore I may be but minion I will never be. Turning off the tap, I replace the soap into it's dish and dry my hands on the towel beside the ceramic basin. Sniffing the air, I can smell the boy's growing arousal. If only the witches knew how useful I still am. "Christ! How long does it take to get just one shopping trolley?" muttered Xander under his breath. Tapping his foot in an annoyed manner, he waited for the vampire to return with the requested item. Seeing the vampire ambling towards him having picked what was quite possibly the squeakiest trolley the supermarket owned, he strode into the candy aisle. "Important things first" Grabbing numerous different chocolate bars and packets of chips, he walked towards the popcorn shelf. Waiting for the blonde to catch up to him, he looked at the selection in front of him. Knowing that the smaller man liked all kinds of the salty produce to float in his mug when watching a movie on t.v. or video, he threw his armload into the trolley as the demon made his choice. Once made, Xander strode ahead again and into the next most important aisle, the one containing the cereals and fruit juices. Scanning the shelves full of boxes that promised to clear the bowel, reduce heart diseases and other wonderous things, he grabbed a large box of Cornflakes and after a moments hesitation, snatched up a smaller box of Weetbix. Walking further up the aisle, he looked for his favourite apple and cranberry juice. Seeing that it was on special, he lugged two down from the high shelf, placing them both in the bottom of the trolley behind him that was being pushed by a bored looking blonde. Walking up and down the numerous aisles in the large supermarket, grabbing at this and that with the trolley trailing behind him, the two men finished what had started out small and had ended up being large. Paying the chirpy checkout chick on their register, Xander handed the car keys to the quiet male. "Put these in the car please, I've forgotten something" ~ Sure pet, not a problem. Do you want me to blow you now? ~ Discreetly sniffing in the direction of the boy's retreating back, the demon knew that it was going to be either that night or the following one, that the whelp was going to make a move on his arse. Knowing that there was no lube in the apartment, he guessed that was what the boy was going back for. ~Lucky me! At least I get lubed this time. At least it's only going to be the one cock.~ Snorting to himself, he pushed the laden trolley back to where the rusting heap the boy's uncle had sold him after having a D.U.I. finally stick to him, was parked. Thinking of the not so small size of the whelps cock, he could feel his stomach start to swirl at the thought of someone breaching his arse once more. Reaching the car, he leaned the trolley against the rear bumper bar and slid the key into the bootlock. Twisting the key around in the rusty hole, he wrenched the boot lid up and leaned over the trolley to start placing the numerous bags into the deep trunk. Hearing footsteps behind him, thinking it was the boy coming back, he sniffed at the air only to freeze halfway into putting the last plastic bag of groceries into the car. "Well, well. If it isn't the tame little vampire. Look Martinez, it's our favourite hostile!" Hearing the two males behind him laughing, Spike jerked his head upwards, hitting his scalp along the edge of the boot lid, in reaction to the hand that was currently feeling his buttocks. Not wanting to turn around, he knew that if he had still been human, he would have pissed himself in fright already. As it was, he could feel a major panic attack coming on. He, like Xander and his moods, didn't have them very often. Usually when he was forced to go out by himself. He didn't mind if it was close to the apartment but any further than the little park at the end of the street and he had minor panic attacks. Starting to pant, he could feel the tears starting to well up behind his tightly shut eyes. "Mmmm, been thinking of getting Riley to invite that Harris kid over one night, you know, make friends. That sort of thing" came the deep voice. "Yeah. That way, he would have to return the favour. Hear he has a nice little apartment. Should teach him how to get the best out certain blondes" the sniggering Corey said. ~ Go away, go away, go away ~ Chanting the words to himself as he panted harder, he could feel them edge closer towards him. With his hands knotted tightly in the white plastic between his fingers, he mentally pleaded for Xander to hurry up. ~ Xander, where are you? Please hurry up! ~ Hoping that the boy would come back quickly, he stood glued to the spot as one of the men ran his fingers down his black clad back. "Wow, do you hear him panting? He sure does like it" "Shit yeah, maybe he's already putting out for Buffy's little friend." Hearing them snickering behind him, Spike could smell the emerging arousal from one of the men, smelling it get a little heavier. ~ Xan, pet, where are you. I need you, please ~ Getting desperate for the boy to return to the car, he breathed a sigh of relief when after a hard grab to his arse, he heard them walk away muttering about how funny Riley and the others would find it to be. It wasn't as if he hadn't seen them after the attack. When going shopping at the Mall with Xander and occasionally the witches, he had seen them, either in a large group or in pairs and singly. The worst they had been able to do in the public place was to blow kisses and wolf whistle in his direction. The witches had giggled, thinking that the whistle's had been directed at them. Spike had looked around at who had uttered the sound only to see the pointed finger of Graham in his direction to know that it had been directed at him. As a consequence. he rarely went out unless some one else was with him. The person he was most comfortable with was Xander. Whenever they went out, he could feel the possessiveness radiating off the boy. It made him feel safe, wanted even. Sometimes, it vaguely reminded him of his Sire. Wiping at the stream of tears, he sniffed for the scent of the Iniative men, not smelling them anywhere near, he slammed the boot shut, jumping at the sound. Walking on almost numb legs, he dragged the trolley behind him towards the rack, placing it in the with the others. Almost running back to the car, he opened the passenger side door and slid into the seat. Looking around for the boy, he continued to pant in fright. Seeing the vampire sitting in the car, Xander ran towards it. He hadn't meant to take so long, just that there was so many new lubes on the market since he had bought any. He was going to to do what his cock had been wanting to do for over a month now, after catching Spike in the shower. He hadn't been able to choose, he had also bought a packet of condoms, not knowing if you could catch things from vampires or not. Couldn't hurt he thought to himself. Reaching the car, he opened the drivers side and climbed in, throwing the bag on the floor at Spikes feet. Hearing the harsh panting and knowing that the vampire only did so when really distressed, he turned his head towards the sound only two see bright tear filled blue eyes look almost unseeing right back at him. "Jesus Spike, what the hell is the problem now?" Sounding harsher than he had meant to, he reached his hand out to the shaking shoulder and started to gently run his larger hand hand up and down the the upper arm of the sobbing male in the hopes of calming him down. Feeling the shaking starting to slow down after a good ten minutes, he wondered what had happened to set the vampire off this time. The bleached blonde was pretty weepy after the attack but something serious must have happened to cause both the panting and the shaking. It was normally either one or the other, rarely both together. The only other time that he had seen Spike this bad was when Riley had come around for the first time to the new apartment. It had taken Xander ages to calm him down again. He had just put it down to the fact that Captain America was a male. Spike, still dry heaving, reached into his jeans pocket, pulled out the little notebook that he kept on him always since Xander still hadn't gotten around to teaching him sign language. Scrabbling around on the car floor near his feet, he grabbed at the pen he found. Flicking the pages to a fresh sheet, he scribbled in shaky writing that he wanted to tell Xander what happened in the crypt. Looking at the hastily written sentences, Xander felt a flare of anger go through him as he thought of that night. Seeing the blonde cringe at the smell of his emotion, he patted calmingly at one black clad thigh. Turning his attention to starting the car, he indicated to turn out of his parking spot. Slowly driving out of the supermarket car park, he turned the rusty hulk towards his apartment. Once on the road, he glanced at the vampire panting slower beside him. Frowning at what the vampire could possibly tell him, after all he knew that the demon had been both beaten and raped, he wondered why it was now that the decision had been made to tell him in full what had happened. Concentrating on the drive home, he let one hand rest on the cool thigh. ~Please believe me pet! Don't laugh at me, I don't think I could take it after tonight.~ After settling the nervously fiddling vampire on the couch in the living room, Xander raced outside to the car to get the groceries. Hefting them in both hands, he managed to nudge the boot lid half way down with his chin and then to close it shut with a straining hand. Walking back to the apartment, he was thankful to all the extra bulk and muscle that he had gained since he started in his current job of construction worker. Now being there over a year, he had bulked up to the point that he was wearing a shirt a whole size bigger than he had before and his stomach muscles looked quite decent next to the current Calvin Klein model. Striding forward, his thoughts entirely on what the vampire could possibly tell him once he had calmed down completely, he smacked into the door frame leading into his apartment. Adjusting both himself and the bags in his hand, he headed straight for the little kitchenette. Quickly shoving the milk and frozen goods into their respective areas before he forgot about them, he left the rest of the items laying on the bench. Reaching into the cupboard, he grasped at two glasses. Walking towards the sink, he could hear the hiccups coming from the the couch as Spike tried to muffle the sounds coming from deep within his chest. Watching the water fill the second glass, he turned off the water and headed back in the direction of the living room. Frowning, he handed the nearest glass to the vampire who grasped at it with a pale shaking hand. Noting to himself that most of the shaking was gone, he could still hear the quiet panting. Sitting beside the blonde, not quite touching thighs, he gestured for the telling to begin. Looking closely at the person beside him start to fiddle with the pen clutched tightly in his other hand, Xander patted at the black covered shoulder, running one finger along the pale neck. Lightly caressing the cool expanse below the earlobe, he could see the fiddling start to slow down. With it still not completely halted, Xander asked. "So?" With a deep hiccup that he hoped was his last, Spike took a long sip of the cold water. Gulping it down in haste, he choked a bit and ran the back of his hand across his mouth to remove the excess moisture. Leaning down, he placed the water on the floor beside his feet. ~ Pet, I'm scared.~ Looking briefly at the brunette beside him, he dropped his eyes as the boy repeated the question. Sighing, he opened the spiral bound note book once more and wrote down four names and one question mark. Panting hard again, he handed the book to Xander and waited. Silence. "What the hell does that mean?" ~ Those bastards, their coming for me again,safe here, safe with you ~ Spike panting, pointed to the names and then pointed to himself making sure that the whelp followed his finger. "So, you're telling me that Riley, Graham, Corey, Martinez and a question mark did you over that night?" Pant, nod, pant. Gulping at the feel of his dry throat, Spike watched as the boy leapt to his feet and started pacing the room. "Right, let me get this straight, Buffy's *boyfriend*, a fellow scooby member and someone that I have had over here, and his army friends decided to fuck you over that night?" Hiccup,nod,pant. As the whelp turned towards him, fists clenched, his eyes rapidly turning from chocolate to pitch black, the demon felt his stomach drop at the scent of the billowing anger. Stomping towards the pale blonde on the couch, Xander could see from the way he was being stared at, that the other man wasn't lying. "Probably to get back at you for the whole Adam fiasco right?" Wincing at the calm tone that was underlined with menace, he clutched the pen tightly, snapping it, in reaction to the person stopping to stand a hands distance in front of him. "Why tell me tonight, why not before?" ~ Because this is the first time they have touched me again. Hate them Pet, help me? ~ Scribbling again with the mangled pen in the pad he had retrieved from the floor where Xander had thrown it, he wrote the truth about the night in the crypt and also what had happened in the supermarket car park that night. Snatching the book from the trembling fingers, Xander scanned what was written. "Fuck the bastards!" ~ Thank god, I thing he believes me ~ Feeling himself go light headed as a flood of relief washed over him, the vampire watched nervously as the boy paced the room again. "So! They touched what's mine did they?, I don't give a flying fuck what happened in the crypt, but you belong to me now and no-one touches you but me!" ~ Your's Harris. Just keep me safe, please ~ Starting to cry hard as Xander suddenly shoved his face into his own pale one, Spike knew that the boy had just erupted into a major hissy fit and that his crying would more than likely only make it worse. Holding his hand across his mouth, trying to both muffle the sound and blink away the tears, Spike squealed as the boy roughly pulled at him. Xander sitting back on the couch and manhandling the demon into his lap at the same time, placed the blonde head against his shoulder and patted the blonde hair as he made frustrated sounds of his own. "Knew Farm Boy was too shiney and Captain America to be any good" ~ No shit Whelp! I learnt the hard way ~ Feeling the head cradled against his shoulder nod, Xander continued to stare at the blank wall in front of him. Those pricks, not just anyone had touched his property. It was true, he didn't really give a shit about the crypt but Spike hadn't belonged to him then and now that the vampire was in his care, that made him his property, claimed and all. Rubbing his fingers along the lobe of the small cool ear, he told the smaller man that the soldiers would pay. If not soon, then one day in the future. Breathing a sigh of relief, Spike felt a small glow of happiness as the boy's rage calmed down and into the comfortable protectiveness that he had come to crave. Closing his eyes, he nestled closer into the heat being thrown off the younger man. Hearing the panting stop, and the shaking subside, Xander looked down at the worn out blonde in his lap. Gently stroking the hair back from the sleeping mans face, he saw a cut running along the scalp, a cut he knew hadn't been there that afternoon. "Fuck them, they not only touch what is mine, they dare to hurt it as well!" Seething once more, the boy sat for a long time, just staring at the wall in front of him, rocking the slumbering male in his arms gently. The bag left on the car floor, all but forgotten for the moment. Xander rose carefully out of the warm bed, throwing back the new blankets only purchased the week before. Trying not the rouse the blonde next to him who was still out like a light, he stood and wondered if Barney would let him take a day off. He was still pissed off from last night but at least he could think a little clearer now. He didn't really want to have a hissy fit at work and pretty much anything was going to set him off today. Sighing, he padded with bare feet across the apartment towards the phone. Reaching underneath the beige object, he opened the little book and flicked the page to rest open at the letter B. Seeing only two phone numbers listed under that particular letter, he read the second number and then punched it into the phone. While waiting for the person on the other end pick up, he ran his hand through his thick hair in frustration at the thought of what to do. He may now be the same size as that cornfed prick but he didn't have the same hand to hand combat experience of the older man so that pretty much left out the direct attack route for the blonde soldier and his four arsehole friends as well. "Going to have to be something else then!" thought a boy, disappointed that he didn't have any soldier memories of garroting people after his second possession. Hearing the phone pick up on the other end after numerous rings, he turned his attention into trying to get a day off from work. "Mmmm, Barney, better be good?" "Yeah....um, hi Barney. It's Xander" "Oh, shit,what time is it?" Chuckling into the phone at the thought of waking the burly foreman from a deep sleep, he replied that it was time for the older man to be up anyway. "Watch it Sonnyboy, what's up?" "Can't come in today, something has cropped up" Hearing the other man yawn into the phone, he waited for the next question to appear from the following coughing fit. "Personal or are you sick?" "Do I get paid if it's personal?" "I'll put you down as sick, ok?" Asserting his answer as a yes, Xander thanked the potbellied male and made promises to buy the first round of drinks next time that they went out after work for beers. Laughing again at the older man telling him that because he was the youngest, he would always buy the first round, he broke off the conversation with a promise to see the other man the next day. Hearing a grunt from behind him, he put the receiver down the same time he felt his cock jump at the sound . Hearing another soft cough, he turned around to see the sleepy vampire sitting on the couch clad in only the black boxers that he favoured. Briefly wondering if he would be able to get the pale man into any other colour in the future, he leaned against the wall and waited for the demon to indicate at something or toddle back to bed. Looking at the larger brunette standing by the phone, he wondered what was going to happen now that the boy knew the whole story about both the night at the crypt and the previous night. He had heard the conversation with the boys boss and that was what had made him get up. Having met the work mates on one occasion when he had had a major panic attack at the thought of Xander leaving him alone in the new apartment, the boy had finally given up trying to convince him that he would return and had dragged the vampire down to the car while shaking him and warning him to just sit there. Doing as he had been asked, he was given free beer all night after being passed off as Xander's not quite right cousin who was visiting. Spike hadn't been happy at the thought of more people pitying him but he had been close to the brunette all night and that was what had mattered. Smirking to himself at the thought of all the beer he had drunk, his smile died just as fast it had appeared when the next memory was of the hissy fit and slapping he had received when he had tried to pull the same stunt after learning the whelp was going out with his work mates again. Sure, he hadn't really been upset that time but he had thought it would be enough to fool the obviously not so fooled boy. Glancing up at the taller man looking at him, he rubbed at his pale stomach to indicate his hunger. Nodding, Xander felt his own stomach grumble with a load roar at the thought of eggs and bacon. Usually weekend breakfast food, he thought that after last night they both deserved a little treat and it would be a good way to apologise to the blonde for making him cry. Asking the awakening vampire if he wanted both his usual blood as well as some bacon and eggs, he felt a little flutter of possessiveness at the small smile he received in return. Following Xander into the kitchen, he perched himself on the formica bench and watched him as he rummaged through the bottom of the fridge. Grunting a yes to the mushroom and tomatoes being waved in his direction, licked his lips as he smelt the bacon being unwrapped. The yes and no had been worked out early in the living together. A high pitched grunt meant yes and a lower sounding grunt meant no. The two witches sometimes got them mixed up but on the whole they were pretty good. Giles and the other two blondes usually ignored him at all times, except for Rileys glaring when he thought no one was watching. Hearing the hiss of the bacon as it hit the well heated frypan, he could feel himself begin to drool as the smell hit his sensitive nose. Watching the boy crack the eggs into a jug and pour in milk before fluffing the mixture with a fork, he smelt the bacon start to brown in the pan. Setting down the jug containing the eggs and milk, Xander quickly relieved the pan of the numerous strips of bacon and lay them out on a plate. Handing one rasher to the vampire, he felt his dick harden at the sight of the pale fingers being slowly sucked into the cool mouth as the smaller man licked at the flavoured grease coating his fingers. Knowing the other man could smell him, he smiled widely as the demon leapt from his perch on the bench and padded across the floor towards him. Feeling his breathe quicken as the blonde knelt in front of him, he closed his eyes to the touch of a cool hand to his tenting boxers. As the cotton was pulled from his hips and down to his knees, he moaned at the little brushes of cool air the vampire blew over the weeping slit. Placing his hands on the soft hair, he bit his bottom lip as the head of his cock was introduced to a cool mouth. He swore and thrust his hips upwards at the tentative tongue licking slowly around the swollen tip. Spike let the head fall from his lips and slowly ran his tongue from tip to base in long sweeps, all along the shaft eliciting deep moans from the heavily breathing brunette. Taking the head deep inside his mouth once more, he braced himself with one arm wrapped around the lightly haired knee as he reached his other hand up to play with the boy's sac. Swirling his tongue along the underside of the hot flesh, he relaxed his throat muscles and in one fast gulp, he took the shaft deep into his throat. Nestling his nose in the hair covering the whelp' s groin, he felt the hands in his hair tighten as he made a swallowing motion with his throat muscles. Slowly rubbing and tugging the testicles in his occupied hand, he could smell the boy getting close as the minutes passed. Listening to the moaning punctuated with cursing getting loader, he slid the cock out of his mouth and gently feathered his tongue around the rosy head. Letting the boy guide his cock back into his cool mouth, he started applying more pressure on the sac. Deepthroating the hard shaft once more, he gave the scrotum one last hard tug. Hearing Xander come with a roar, he swallowed the thick hot liquid as it poured down his throat. Feeling the hand release their hold on his hair, he licked the last of the cum off the boy's cock. "Damn! That was great!" Xander helping the vampire from his knees, rested one hand on the cool buttocks as the blonde turned to walk back to the bench. Standing there in the kitchen, feeling the well shaped flesh covered by the black cotton, he took a step closer to the vampire and rested his chest against the cool back. Rubbing his spent cock against the material, he could feel the tension in the smaller mans body. Reaching one hand up to stroke the pale expanse of the demons nape, he slid one arm around the waist and held the male close to his own hot body. "I'm going to do you tonight. I'm not going to hurt you like the others did. I want to claim you properly" Nodding as he pressed back against the hot chest, savouring the heat of the younger man, Spike wondered if now was a good time to tell the boy that he had to first break the claim the soldiers has unwittingly forced upon him when they had pissed on him. No matter how many times the boy would fuck him, although he had been cum on by him, the soldiers claim on him would stand up first. It was just part of the reason he didn't like to go out alone. If the soldiers knew what pissing on him had meant to the vampire, they would pretty much have an on call whore. They would just have to click their fingers and he would jump to their command. He had been scared the night before that he wouldn't have been able to resist if they had decided that they wanted to screw him again, partly because of the chip but mostly due to the piss claim. ~I'll tell the whelp after breakfast. I hope he doesn't kill me for keeping this from him ~ With the last of the pieces of cutlery in the dish drainer, Spike rinsed the remenants of blood out of his mug and placed it alongside the platic drainer. Wiping his hands on the teatowel Xander held out to him, he strode towards the bathroom with his mind on the subject of raising the claim issue with the boy. The whelp was still angry, he could smell the emotion in the air surrounding the tall brunette and had guessed that was pretty much the reason the younger mand hadn't wanted to go to work. ~ Couldn't have a hissy fit at work now could we! ~ Door closed, he grabbed a fresh towel from the dwindling stack in the cupboard, placing it over the shower rail making sure that it would hang out of the way of the water. Boxer's landed a few inches short of the dirty linen basket. The water turned on, Spike climbed into the shower and groaned as the heat warmed his borrowed blood. Letting the warmth loosen his tensed muscles, he frowned at the thought of the whelps unusually thick cock entering him. It wasn't the length that bothered him, it was the massive thickness. His Sire had been long and of a normal thickness but he had never seen or had such one like the boys before and he wasn't even going to think of the crypt. ~Jesus, I'm such a woosy boy. I knew this day would come sooner or later ~ Once the shampoo was rinsed from his hair, grabbed the special conditioner that kept his hair from becoming brassy. Rubbing it through his hair, he waited for a few minutes before rinsing agian. ~ I'm gonna get a slapping! ~ He sang to himself. The whole claiming issue was tricky and he was sure that the whelp was going to go mental when he was told about what the soldiers had unknowingly done. It wasn't as if he could ignore it, he figured that he was lucky that Riley hadn't yet read the book Xander had so obviously read to know about the cum claim. He had told Xander everything about that night bar the pissing bit and he really had to tell him soon, like right after the shower soon. Although the boy was visibly relaxed after the blowjob, he was still going to be narky all day. The only ways of releasing a claim that he knew of was to either kill the other claimnent and then fuck the adored in the old claiments ash, something he couldn't see the boy going for or making the adored drink the blood of the old claimnent, relegating the old claiment as subserviant to the adored, breaking the claim. How it was going to work with humans, he didn't know and the adored one could only drink the blood by biting. Only vampires did the claiming rituals as far as he knew, he didn't know of such a case as his. He didn't want to belong to the ex soldiers and he really didn't want to belong to Xander either but seeing the boy was the lesser of two evils, he really didn't have much choice. ~ I could always ask Peach's for help? No fucking way, I'd rather belong to Harris for all of his short mortal life than ask the Wanky Souled One! ~ Maybe it would work out. Maybe it wouldn't as he couldn't bite and he was sure that the whelp wasn't going to kill any of the soldiers especially Binty's fucktoy. Right, he thought with a towel wrapped around his waist. He walked through the doorway followed by a billowing cloud of steam towards the couch the brunette was currently sitting on, waiting for him it looked like. Stomach clenching, he sat on the couch on the spot idicated by Xander's patting hand. ~ Please don't hurt me too much Pet, I'm sorry that I didn't tell you the night that you *claimed* me in the basement, just didn't think they would come for me again ~ A cum claim was strong but a first claim was still stronger whether it was piss or cum. His Sire's cum claim, not having been renewed every five years as required after Angelus got his soul back, had run out. Every vampire who put such a claim into action never bothered about the five year requirment usually preffering to state claim every few months or so. Vampires were possessive about such things. With that thought, Spike leaned down to pick up the small note book from off the floor and took the broken pen from Xander. Writing in short jerky sentences, he described what the soldiers had unwittingly done and also wrote the only two ways he knew of how to break it. Eyes closed, he handed the book to the smiling boy and waited for the enevitable explosion. ~ With luck, I shouldn't get too much of a slapping ~ Silence More waiting More silence After what seemed like hours but was only a few minutes, he peeked at the boy sitting next to him. Xander just sat looking at him with an odd little half smile on his face and the blackest eyes Spike had ever seen since moving in with the whelp. ~ Ooops! Should have told him that night, I think I'm in for it now ~ "So! My claim on you is nothing until the other is gone?" Whine, nod. "Let's see shall we? I either have to kill the arseholes and then fuck you or get you to bite them all, drink their blood which is somthing that you *can't* do and then fuck you, this is correct is it not?" Gulp, nod, whine "Well then, what to do?" With a low voice vibrating with menace, he didn't know whether to slap at the vampire and then get the book from Giles' place in which he had only quickly read about cum claim or get the book and then slap the vampire. "You do know that I'm pissed off don't you?" Gasp, nod and yes grunt "Good, just thought that I would let you know" They both sat in silence. SLAP! The heat bloomed across the pale cheek. ~ Not going to cry, not going to cry ~ SMACK, SLAP,SLAP,SLAP ~ I'm sorry, I was frightened that this would happen, so stupid, stupid, not going to cry ~ PUNCH, SLAP, PUNCH, SMACK ~ Oooff, that hurt, should have just told him that night. Was getting hit anyway. Not going to cry ~ The slaps and alternate smacking and punching were landing on his body slowly, allowing each one to make it's precense known seperate to all the other that came before and the ones to come after it. Turning his head away from the seething brunette, Spike sat there and let the blows redden his body while trying to blink away the tears. ~ Not going to cry, not going to cry ~ Xander was fuming. His mind was racing at the thought that those arseholes were able to make a claim on what was supposed to be his and his only. He had read about the claiming when bored at Giles' one day. He must have missed the page mentioning the other type of claim. The irate male did however remember reading about the Sire/Childe thing and realising that Angel had lost his claim on Spike after five years of being gone which was why he had thought he had claimed the blonde as his own. "You don't go out unless it's with me. Do I make myself clear?, not even down the park. You don't leave the apartment for anything, not one thing!" Spike, being shaken, nodded his head with his eyes averted from the boy, could feel the cage get tighter. ~ Yes, I want this fixed as much as you, trust me ~ His body hurting from the numerous blows, watched as the boy stomped towards the door and opened the door. "Going to Giles' place to get the book. Was going to get a video for us to watch, but I guess that can wait now, can't it?" Setting the lock so that it couldn't be opened from within, he slammed the door and adjusted his collar to protect his neck from the cold air. He felt his car keys digging into his hip from their place in his jeans, wishing that he had put on warmer clothes as the vampire showered. With a shake of his head, he let the thought of going back for a jacket go, he knew that if he went back, he would just lay into the blonde again and his hands were hurting. "Jesus, I hope to god that prick hasn't got his hands on that fucking book!" With a mutter to himself as he slammed the rusting door to the death trap he drove. Shake of his head at the thought of the possibility that the Buffster might have picked this week to actually read up about the main demon she destroyed virtually every night. "Not a chance in a million years, not enough pictures for her" Sniggering to himself, he could feel some of the earlier anger drain away at the thought of the little blond asking a stuttering Giles' what an adored was. Well, he was the claimant so that would make Spike the adored one he figured. He had been too upset to ask the actual meanings of the words once he had got the general gist of what the vampire was telling him. "Stupid shit, if he had just told me earlier, I wouldn't have had to smack him" he said under his breathe as he lifted a hand to knock on the solid wooded door in front of him. The only thing that could make that morning worse for him would be if his not so missed Anya opened the door. Shoving the waist of the long sleeved t-shirt he wore into his jeans to try and conserve some of the bodyheat he was steadily leaking, he heard the door open and looked up into the scowling face of fate. Crap! he shouted in his mind. "Uhh,..um, Hi Anya... is the G-Man home?" smiling as much as he could without giving into the temptation to just shove the girl aside and stomp on through. "Oh. It's you! What do *you* want?" " Really great, thanks for asking Anya and you, how are you? I would like to come in and talk to Giles" The door held open just a smidgen wider than before, Xander grabbed th opportunity and tried not to barge his way into the ex-librarians house as much as possible. No G-Man in sight as he looked around the living room, he turned his back to the scowling, foot tapping girl behind him. "Hey, Giles'! are you here?" loudly echoed through the house. With no answer being presented to him from the otherwise empty rooms, he sucked in his breath and prepared to be patient with the now tutting person behind him. "So, where is the old man anyway? and how come you are here by yourself. Are you cleaning his house in payment for whatever you broke this week?" Trying to dodge the oncoming slap, he felt it catch him on the shoulder as the ex-demon took offence to his comment. No surprise there anyway, ever since the breakup she had taken umbrage at almost anything he said and they tried to avoid each other as much as possible. Probably not the smartest move having an ex-vengeance demon as both an old girlfriend and someone who now didn't really like him. "Did not break anything worth much this week. I'm waiting for Giles' to get back with a video. He wants to give me orgasms." "Whaaa.. are you mental? When the hell did he tell you this?" Momentarily speechless, Xander stared at the smirking girl. What on earth could have possessed the former Watcher, was he just horny, desperate and that was getting pretty icky, so don't want to think of the G-Man and Anya. Actually the thought of Giles' and anyone was pretty much vile making. The man was old. Then again, this was Anya, she pretty much thought everyone wanted to give her orgasms. One day she had thought an old man in the chemist had wanted her until Xander had pointed out that winking was due to the man having just put in eye drops. She had probably just misunderstood the older watcher. "No I am not,what did you call me, mental. It's true, he touched my breast last week at work. He is older than you and I'm happy that he will be able to give me more different sex than you could" with that statement said loud so that almost all Sunnydale could hear, she left the stunned looking younger man in the living room and walked towards the kitchen to make a pot of the tea she had become so fond of since working for the magic shop. "Urggh,..um.. Ok then, I think" Head spinning with the thought of the ex watcher getting sex from his ex girlfriend, and why that was wrong on so many levels, he shuffled towards the bookcase that dominated the plainly decorated room. Yeah, like right the old man just grabbed her. The poor bastard probably just accidently brushed against her. But no, the Anya who is orgasm obessessed, thinks that yet again no male is immune from her all powerful pulling of lust. Wonder if I should give him pointers on how to keep her happy? Probably doesn't even know he has been ear marked for the use of one horny ex-demon. Coughing into the laugh that had erupted at the thought of what the older man's face would be like when he realised that his only shop assistant had decided to make him her very own flesh covered vibrator. With the towering bookcase in front of him, he started to look for anything on the mating habits and rituals of vampires. " No, no, no and no again" this is useless. He knew what the book looked like. It was large, dusty and leather bound with weird scrawly writing on the spine and cover. "Hang on, this is it!" sarcastically said as he indicated virtually every book in the room. What colour was it again, brown? Light brown or was it the dark brown of the ten over there? "Crap!" he scowled at the line of books in direct view of him. Gold or gold lettering? He would have to hurry before Giles' got back or before Anya decided to hound him again over why he broke up with her. It's been a fucking year, you would think she would just stop asking, it wasn't as if it stopped her going out and having sex with other guys. With a hope that one day she would do just that, he spotted what looked like the right book. Dropping the one he held in his hands onto the floor, one that he quickly picked up and replace on the shelf. Heart beating fast, he could feel his mouth dry up as he reached for the thick volume. Book open, he flicked the pages looking for the small chocolate stain he had gotten on it without Giles' noticing. "Yes!" loudly echoed through the room. He spun round quickly to face the curious person, making indignant sounds behind him. She stood looking at him with a little smile on her face and a pot of tea clutched in her hand. With a snort of derision directed at him, Anya walked back to the couch, placed the tea on the coffee table with the one mug and the matching teacup and saucer. "G-Man coming back real soon is he? now nervous because he had the book in his hands, he really didn't want to tell the older man why he was borrowing Duplties Book of Vampire Habits. Ever so the original title for a book he thought scanning his options of how to get the girl to not tell Giles that he had been there and had stolen on of his precious books. Having an idea, he said "Uh... Anya?" "You are still here? Why? If my boss comes home with you still here, it's going to be impossible to have sex. I don't think he is going to like a threesome the first time" came the annoyed reply. Eyes closed at the thought of the whole thing, Xander wondered how he had ever let himself get involved with the girl. So sorry G-man but she is all yours whether you know it yet or not. "No, not really an option from this side here. Just want to give you a few things that you left at my basement. You know, the videos and the other things....thought you might like them. Help warm up things, you know?" hoping that the girl would go for it, he knew that by asking straight out, she would only run to tell Giles' that he had taken one of the books. With the smile that was crossing the ex-demons face, he knew that she had gone for it. "Ok, here's the deal. Don't tell Giles' about the book and I will give them to you tomorrow?" eagerly wanting to just get out and away from his old girlfriend before she decided that since he was already there, he would do for sex. "Alright, I guess that I can wait then. He is already getting a naughty video anyway. Fantasia or something like that. You'll have to give them to me at the shop." "Oh my god" thought Xander. He so doesn't know what he is in for, and she is really mental if she thinks a Walt Disney is a porno. With a quick turn, he walked out of the house as fast as possible so that she couldn't see the huge smile on his face. Suppressing the laughter until he reached the car, he leaned weakly against the rusting metal as he allowed the mirth erupt. "Fuck me! What an absolute classic! Fantasia, a porno!" Eyes wiped of the tears of laughter that had sprouted when he thought of the hissy fit yet to erupt at the older mans house that night, he knew he just had to tell Spike what she had said. The blonde was going to find it hilarious. Not even thinking of what had gone on before he had left, Xander did up his seatbelt and turned the ignition, wrenching the gearstick into drive as he noticed the ex-librarians car come around the corner. Car pushed to the limit around the corner, he hoped that he hadn't been seen. Might as well get a video anyway. Keep the Bleached Wonder occupied while I read into this claiming business. "Hope that I go the right book. No way am I going back tonight. Anya would think I've come for a bit of bump and grind with her and Giles" Icking to himself for all he was worth, Xander turned the car towards the local Video Easy and hoped that he hadn't any more fines registered on his video card. In a great mood now that he had what he hoped was the correct volume, he wondered if he should get some more blood instead of letting Spike go out for it himself. "No. No, I can't trust them not to be waiting for him. Not after the car park. Not until this claim is cleaned up." With a snort to himself as to how he would be able to do that, he pulled into the parking space and killed the engine. "Hey Blondie, Your'e never going to guess who Anya has set her sights on this time?" yelled the smiling boy as he barged into the apartment. With the bags containing the video he had chosen flung onto the floor by the t.v., he walked through the living room clutching the one bag in his left hand. Fridge open, he dragged out the vegetable crisper in the bottom of the cold appliance, shoving the blood bags into the small container. Once done, he closed the fridge and looked around for the vampire. A frown lining his face, he walked to the bathroom. Not seeing the smaller man in the white tiled room, his frown deepened into a scowl. Striding back through the spartan main room, he entered the dark bedroom. While he waited for his eyes to adjust to the oppressing darkness, he asked "Spike, are you in here?" Not really expecting an answer to the question, a small form in bed started to appear to his now adjusted eyes. The scowl left his face to be replaced by a small smile and a tingly feeling in the pit of his stomach. Quietly shucking off his clothes and leaving his boxers on, he quickly got into the inviting bed. With nothing said when the cool body turned to face him, he held his arms open wide. ~ What the hell is he playing at now? The calm before another storm? ~ Hesitating before moving in closer to the heat pouring off the younger man, Spike snuggled into the firm grasp. ~ Ok, this is different. Not going to turn the offer aside though. The heat is unbelievable. No wonder some vamps get addicted to human snuggle bunnies. ~ The boy had only really held him properly for the first time since sleeping in the same bed the night before. He hadn't really thought that it had happened at all. It was nice to be held. Briefly wondering whether the boy would one day spontaneously combust due to the heat in his body, he turned his mind to the few times that he had ever been held since being turned. Not that many it seemed. Could be counted on one hand the times that Angelus had done this and that had only been after a particularly vicious fuck from him. Dru had never once volunteered to wrap her arms around him, not once in all the time that they had been together. It had always been him that had to be the protector, be the strong one and everyone knew that the strong ones never got to be held. ~ Oh yeah, that's it. I'm the bloody Peached One now aren't I? Just proves what a loser I am, being held by a fucking mortal and liking it ~ With a soft sigh, he let his body relax into the strong warm embrace. Warm breath gusting down his cool neck, he listened to the whelps breath start to slow down signalling the dream state he was currently lapsing into. ~ Hope the whelp got the book. I'm screwed literally if Prick and Arseholes Inc. have gotten their hands on it. We should just move until the time is up. Can't see the boy going for it though ~ He hated feeling so dependent on the younger man, but he had come to the realisation that the whelp was the only one who even cared if he continued to be one of the undead, pretty early into his new unlife. Unbeknown to the ex-watcher and the boy himself, he had heard the phone conversation between his Sire in L.A. and the shop owner. He had cried to himself when he had heard his old Sire state that he didn't want to know about his once favoured Childe as he had enough problems of his own, that since Spike was in the Slayer's territory, he was now her responsibility. Yeah, he had heard that all too well. The sodding Poof was all too much trademark Angelus in that one statement. Just like his old Sire to throw away what could not work properly in that exact instant whether or not it could be fixed in the future. The Binty bitch had gladly fobbed the vampire off onto the Harris whelp after whinging about the mess her clothes and newly washed hair would be like after she had dusted him. The witches had been the only ones to actually put up fight, for the second time, as to why he couldn't be dusted. Not sure if he was still useful they had said. With him sitting on the couch as far away from the glares that Cornfed kept shooting him, just being ignored again by everyone. After all if you couldn't speak, it was quite obvious that you couldn't hear as well. Gently untangling himself from the slumbering male, he quietly slid out of the blankets and sheets so as not to wake him. With a soft grunt, he sat on the sofa with the book held in his shaking hands. He had found it in one of the video bags along with the lube and condoms that the boy had obviously bought the night before. ~Why the hell did he buy rubbers? What does he think he is going to catch, Vampirism or is he worried that he is going to knock me up? ~ Book open, with visions of himself pregnant, he flicked the pages. Scanning the words briefly until he reached the section on claiming, he wondered how the writer was so knowledgeable on vampire habits, especially the claiming when he himself barely knew what to do. Or, not so knowledgeable as it turned out. He already knew pretty much what was written about the claiming. He knew that he was the adored one and that Xander was the new claimant and the soldiers were unknowingly the current claimants. Nothing new there. Head held between his hands, he shook his blonde hair in frustration. All the book had informed him of was that if neither the two options of how to break a claim appealed, then it was better to just move away until the claim ran out and then to renew the claim with the new claimant. He supposed that he was lucky and could actually pinpoint the exact time that he had been claimed by the ex-soldiers there for making the timing easy. The book had had some other useful information about the claimant stating that sometimes the adored one was actually killed in fits of rage by the claimant. Apparently in extreme cases the claimant would become hyper aggressive towards the adored one due to the fact of an overload of aggressive behaviour influencing their lives before and after being turned. With a snort at this information, thinking to himself that almost all behaviour was aggressive after being turned, he could relate to the before turned behaviour of his Sire. His Sire had been a drunk, a man who liked to whore around and had been famous for his rowdy bar room brawls. He had also kept the new fledge on a tight leash for the first 10 years or so displaying a type of behaviour that made him renew his claim on the younger vampire almost every week, something that other claimants had thought obsessive to the extreme. The Harris whelp looked like he would be just the same, not as aggressive as a vampire but probably enough to be labeled a hyper aggressive anyway. How his behaviour would change after claiming Spike properly was anyones guess. Maybe humans didn't get all thingy about stuff like this. Spike knew that if the boys behaviour changed, it would be for the worst. It couldn't possibly go for the better, not after experiencing what the younger man was like in his moods. It was still a possibility that the boy would keep on going like he was, goofy most of the time and really sweet with a wicked sense of humour and letting off steam about once a month, slapping into the vampire when really pissed at something. The writer thought that it was also due to certain scents put out by both parties that made the two parties stay in their made roles. The adored one usually had a weaker smell than their claimant. It was the smell of the claimant on the adored that warned all other vampires off. If another vampire came across an adored that he wanted, he usually smelled the current claimant first before issuing a challenge, if the scent was weaker than their own then it was pretty much a given that the fight would be won by the new claimant. Deep down in the pit of his stomach, he felt it do flip flops at the thought of seeing the whelp in a bigger hissy fit than he had so far shown. With the snoring in the bedroom getting louder, he picked up a video and looked at it. ~ Fantasia? What the hell possessed the boy to rent this?~ Xander woke to the sound of the closing credits of the Walt Disney classic, Fantasia. The grin on his face grew bigger when he thought of what was probably going on at the ex watchers house right about now. Yawning, he looked at the bedside clock, 5.22 pm. "Damn "he thought "just where has my free day gotten to?" With his stomach grumbling at his moving off the bed and standing up, he looked for Spike in the living room. One hand rubbing his protesting belly, he sat on the couch next to the bleached blonde fingering the book he had stolen from Giles'. Another yawn and the thought that he wouldn't sleep too well tonight, he looked at the smaller man doing his best not to look back at him. "So, read the book did you? What does it say?" asked the sleepy young man. With a shrug of his shoulders at Xanders question, Spike handed the book already opened at the claiming chapter to the hand reaching out to take it from him. Waiting while the brunette read about what the book had to say, he moved to lean against the hot body beside him. Absently, the reading man grabbed at the cooler body against his and shifted in his seat so that they were both more comfortable. Gently running his fingertips up and down the smooth pale arm of the man beside him, Xander finished reading what little information the book had on claiming. " Well then. Doesn't look too good does it?" sighed the taller man into the white hair on the head that was currently tucked underneath his chin. Quick shake of the head from the vampire and he wondered again what the hell he was going to do. The chances of avoiding Riley and his mates for another four years was pretty impossible since one of his friends was currently dating one of the ex- soldiers. Sunnydale, though not really small, it was still small enough so that it was inevitable that they were going to run into each other again. He figured that he could move but the good job and friends that he had here, were things that he would miss and everyone would think that he was possessed if he just pulled up stakes and with the Bleached One in tow, just moved. He felt the shoulder of the vampire move. What he was doing, Xander didn't really know. A note was shoved into his face. Taking the note from the slim fingers, he read what was written in the scrawly black writing. " Move? I don't know about that, I mean where would we go? How do I explain to the others about why you are coming with me?" He could feel the small flare of excitement flicker at the thought of getting out of Sunnyhell. It was a good reason after all. Get out of town to avoid a group of people that were most likely going to hassle what was his for as long as they were still here. Yeah, it was a really good idea. " I could ask at work for a reference. I'm sure that Barney would give me one. There's pretty much nothing else we can do, is there?" Another shake of the blonde head and he felt a rising surge of excitement. Road trip, a very long road trip. Four year long road trip. It wasn't as if the others would even miss him that much. Buffy was too wrapped up in Captain America, slaying and college to do anything with him apart from the occasional video at Giles' place. Even then, it was usually delayed and put off most of the time due to either exams and avoiding the latest ending of the world business. As much as he loved Willow, she was also pretty into her Wicca studies and her little blonde friend. With the two witches powers getting better by the day, Xander was hardly ever needed by the slayer to help with the patrolling noways. Buffy just preffered to get the bad guys blasted with the two witches talents and then run in and do the actual slaying if anyone was left intact after the initial blast. Tummy rumbling, he thought of the ex-librarian. He was sure that Giles' would think that he was both crazy and irresponsible. Crazy because he was leaving for the big wide world and irresponsible for taking a non verbal vampire away from under the slayers beady eyes. Yes, her eyes were beady, especially when she was trying to think. Big smirk on his face at that thought, he rubbed his nose in the soft hair. Excitement mounting, he shifted the vampire off his lap and stood. With eyes glowing at the very thought of finally blowing Sunnydale, he looked deep into the nervous blue orbs of the blonde man still sitting on the couch. " Yeah, I reckon we could do it. But first I have to find another job somewhere. Shouldn't be too hard, Barney has contacts all over." exclaimed the boy as he started pacing the room. Spike sighing a breath of relief also at the thought of getting away from the hell hole he was currently trapped in, watched as the younger male excitedly paced the room, reasoning with himself as to why he shouldn't move. This was good, this was *really* good. Maybe if they moved, it would give them both a fresh start. New friends for the boy, ones that wouldn't keep thinking him a immature youngster from high school when it was obvious he had matured. Ones that would appreciate him and not ignore him. If that was in store for the boy, then maybe he would be not so frightened to go out by himself if he knew that his attackers were no longer near enough to harass or hurt him. Maybe he could claim a bit of independence for himself or as much as Xander would allow him once they moved. " Sudden descion, but I'm sure we can pull it off" chatted the brunette as he plonked himself back onto the couch having finally convinced himself that he would do it. With one arm thrown around the cool shoulders, he pulled the smaller man towards him and looked once again into the bright blue. Everything stopped around him as he lost himself into the feeling that was present in the vampires eyes. Both sitting still as they stared at each other, Xander finally broke the stillness by leaning forward and with heart beating fast, gently placed his warm lips over soft cooler ones. With a body that had tensed as the brunette moved his head towards his, Spike was at first shocked when the warm kiss met his mouth. Never in a million years did he think that the whelp was going to go all the way and display this closeness. Sure, fucking him wasn't going to be a problem but the actual intimacy of this gesture was something that he had thought he would never receive. Leaning into the kiss, he opened his mouth slightly, letting the warm tongue gently probe its way into his coolness. The whelp was breathing heavily and he could smell the arousal stronger than it had ever been on him. ~ Well then, looks like its time to get the show on the road, so to speak. ~ Butterflies in his stomach, he pulled away from the younger man, allowing him to breath. Heavy, dark eyes looked back at him from a flushed face. " I... I don't know why I did that, but I'm not sorry that I did. Your mine." The combination of nervousness, excitement and lust pouring off the younger man panting beside him was a heady mixture. He was himself nervous but he was also getting excited at the thought of what he knew was definitely going to happen tonight, he was still apprehensive about the whelps size. It was going to hurt no matter how easy the brunette tried to make it. His Sire had been long but he had made sure to take it slow until Spike had gotten used to it. That had been about the only kindness Angelus had showed him when it had come to the bedroom. He hoped that the whelp had the sense to take it slow, it was good when you got used to it. Sometimes it was *really* good as his Sire had shown him. Remembering positions and certain angles, he shuddered as a warm finger slipped into his mouth. Rolling his cool tongue around the large digit, he looked into almost black eyes as the boy licked his lips, emitting small groans of desire when Spike gave his finger the whole blowjob routine that he like to receive. "Spike, I want you now.....I want to be in you, I want to fuck you soooo bad" he moaned as his finger left the talented mouth and a hand reached below to cup his rock hard cock. With one hand wrapped around the soft strands of hair, he pulled the object of his lust closer towards him. Licking his lips, he could feel the excitement of the other man as he too leaned closer for another kiss. This time he didn't wait for Spike to let him in, he firmly pushed his way into the waiting mouth and sucked on the tongue hard. Feeling every groove of the other's mouth, he pulled out when he remembered that he had to breath. ~ Jesus! The whelp can bloody well kiss alright, want more now ~ In an aggressive move that had Spike pinned firmly underneath the heavier man, Xander ran his tongue down the white neck, delighting in the shudders and soft moans that came as he lightly nipped at the flesh covering long dead veins. After he had been flipped underneath the youth, the vampire closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling of a warm tongue running itself along his throat, gasping everytime he felt the blunt teeth nip at his flesh. He could feel the boys solid cock pressing into his thigh and he was pretty sure that the whelp could feel his own hard on as well. He didn't think that the boy would offer to take care of his cock, pretty much a usual thing in the adored/claimant bond. Xander could feel the other mans hard on pressing against his stomach as he lay ontop of the smaller man. He sure as hell wasn't going to do anything about it himself, it wasn't as if he was gay or anything. Switching his mind off, he let himself arch backwards as cool nimble fingers found his nipples and proceed to both rub and tug them into hard hot peaks. " Good, good...keep going,....oh just there" he exclaimed as the cool body wriggled underneath him so that his left nipple was being teased by a talented tongue. Anya had never done this to him before. Obviously Spike had talents left unexplored. Rubbing his hard cock against the tight stomach beneath him, he knew it was going to be soon if he didn't get up. Once standing, he looked at the sight before him. The vampire was sprawled over the couch in such a way it made his cock harder than he thought was possible. With his boxers flung accross the room, his weeping dick was free of the tight confines of cotton. Stroking his cock gently with one hand, he gesture with the other for the blonde to get the lube. The butterflies going berserk, the panting man reached into one of the plastic bags on the floor and pulled out the non scented, non flavoured tube of water based lube. Curious as to how this was going to go, he knew where everything was going to go, he was just unsure of what position he would be in. " Spread yourself over the couch" directed the almost bursting male. While he waited for the vampire to make himself comfortable, he was unsure as how to go about it. He was pretty thick and he didn't really want to hurt the other man. Upon seeing the pale globe present themsleves to him, he groaned and felt his cock twitch at the sight. Flipping the lid of the lube that Spike had handed to him, he shakily squeezed a small amount onto his hand. With the cold lube making his fingers sticky, he was sure that he had to do something to prepare the blonde for his leaping cock. Not really sure, he walked towards the arse staring at him and tried to recall some of the locker room talk he had overheard in his years of high school. The knowledge slamming into his mind as he recalled a particularly cock hardening conversation about a girl who liked it "that way", he slowly rubbed his non lubed hand over the smooth whiteness. Taking a breath, he dipped one finger into the lube and reached down to circle around the tight ring between the perfect buttocks. The tightness he felt through the muscles as he worked one finger into the coolness made him gasp and bite his bottom lip. " Oh god,....so tight,..I wont hurt you much, you know that. Just relax" he moaned as he slipped another finger into the clenching rosebud. Working his fingers slowly back and forth, he could feel the vampire relaxing into the fingering as the minutes ticked by. A slight shift in position from the man spread over the arm of the couch and he felt his fingers nudge against something inside. Startled at the jump of the blonde when his brushed against what he could only presume was the prostrate, he pulled both fingers out with a little wet sound. "I'm going to start, just relax" biting his lip, he coated what was left of the lube onto his weeping cock. With a step closer to the blonde, he could feel the head of his penis brush against loosened muscles. Deep breath and he pushed firmly into the shocking coolness of the other man. pike gasped in shock and pain as he felt his hole being stretched by the boys thick cock. Thank god he prepared me was the thought running through the pain as the boy slowly pushed more of his throbbing organ into his tightness. With the boy standing still, he tried to relax his muscles as much as possible but the feeling of the massive thickness made tears spring to his eyes. Blinking them away, he wriggled against the younger man to signal that he was as relaxed as he was ever going to be. The realisation that the whelp was only halfway in him made his head spin as he felt himself tearing inside. As the boy pulled out so that only the tip was inside, Spike clenched his fists in the cheap cushion material. "God! This is great, so tight" was the thought running through his mind as he couldn't help himself slam back hard into the bent over male. Hearing the soft yelp of pain, he tried to slow his hard thrusting. Unable to do it, he started to go faster and harder, the small groans and yelps speeding him on. With his balls starting to tingle, he pushed as hard as possible into the confining tightness ignoring the panting beneath him. Four hard slams later, he let out a roar as he filled the cool body with his hot cum. Feeling the hotness shoot its way up his arse and deep into his body, Spike groaned in both agony and pleasure as he came onto the couch, staining the material due to the friction of his cock rubbing against the couch arm, the agony was due to the boy pulling his spent cock out of his spasming hole. He had known it was going to hurt but even after a year of blowjobs, he hadn't really realised just how thick the whelps cock had been. He knew that he was bleeding and would do so until his body got used to this type of action again. Being turned a virgin, he would always have trouble getting used to cocks unless it was going to be everyday. He would always go back to being as tight as the day he was turned without regular fucking. Angelus had known that and had punished him sometimes by waiting for a few weeks and then ramming into him as hard as possible, knowing that it would cause great pain. " Shit, you're bleeding! I'm so sorry, I couldn't help it, wait there!" Xander ran to the bathroom and grabbed a cloth from the hand rail, wetting it under the running water, he raced back to the vampire still spread out over the couch arm. He gently wiped at the blood and cum rolling from out of the blonde. Once the smaller man was cleaned up, he cleaned the blood from his own cock. With the cloth thrown in the bin, he really didn't want to use it again, they both tiredly moved back towards the bedroom. This is in Xanders point of view With the cool body of the vampire cradled in my arms, I'm thinking of what it would be like to blow this town permanently. It's true, what I thought before, my friends really don't need me anymore. I go out more with my workmates now than I ever see any of the people I relied upon in high school. Occasionaly we all get together for a video and popcorn at Giles' place, sometimes I take Spike along but I usually take it as an opportunity to escape the constant clinging prescence of the blonde. I don't mind too much him always around me as soon as I walk in the front door. Pretty much used to it but sometimes it drives me nuts and I feel that I just have to get away. Probably the reason that I go out with Barney, Jack, Willis and the others when I can. I will miss them almost as much as Buffy, Willow, Giles and the others that we have managed to pick up and incorporate into the goup along the way, hell, I might even miss Anya in a weird way. What it all boils down to, is that I have a responsibility and it is something that I take seriously. If I have to move away to be able to continue taking care of what is mine, then so be it. It doesn't really matter that the responsibility is a weepy bleached blonde vampire, now does it? It's weird though, at first all that mattered was getting him out of my basement and my bed back to myself. Just sort of got used to it all, didn't even think when we moved into the new apartment that he might not come with me. The fact that he did move in with me made me feel good, still didn't really like him though. I'm not sure what to feel about him now that we have actually "gone all the way", fucked, did the deed, that sort of thing. He still shits me when I ask him do something and he doesn't. I know that I shouldn't really slap at him but it's not like he is a woman or anything is it? I'm not like my father and just lash out without a reason. He's a vampire not a human. It wasn't really what I expected, it was definately a lot better. The tightness was brilliant, so much better than Anya, not that I ever did it like that with her. She wanted to try it but I felt weird doing it like that with her, not quite right. With Spike, it felt like it was finally all in place, it doesn't make me gay though. Just because I've done it with a guy doesn't mean that I am going to declare myself as out of a closet that I am not even in. How can I be gay if the receiving party is technically dead and a non verbal demon with limited demon skills? The male bit is soooo not a factor in this. Hadn't wanted to make him bleed though, just couldn't stop myself from going hard. The coolnes surrounding my dick was so different to the hot wetness of Anya, it just set me off, I think it actually made me harder if that was even possible. Have to admit that it was also the the quiet whimpering that made me go hard, made me feel hot. Not a nice thought that one, but I can't help replaying the little sounds he made while I was fucking him in my mind. Those gaspy pants and soft yelps when I slammed back into him. I can feel my dick starting to harden at the thought of those sounds. The blood scared me, I didn't think that he would bleed. I mean, he has done it that way before, it's not like he is an arse virgin. I've read those books that Giles' likes to think that he has hidden away from everybody, I don't think he knows that I have had my hands on them. Spike was Angelus' bed buddy for at least until he got his soul back and I don't think that Deadboy would have taken a "not tonight dear" excuse from him. Then there is the crypt thing with Riley and the rest of the arseholes. Sure, that was pretty much an overkill of the old arse banditry but it's not like he wouldn't have ever had it rough before. He is mine now and from now on it is going to be just me. Really don't want to share him with anybody. Hope that he doesn't bleed too much next time, I don't want to have to keep throwing away face washers. Not really cheap items and I really don't want to use them again after cleaning all that ick up. God, it's almost 6 am and I still have'nt slept all that much. Might nudge blondie awake and have a morning glory while I am literally up. Barney keeps mentioning this old Australian friend down in New Orleans, I think I will ask him if there are any jobs going down there. Never been there before and I'm not sure if Spike has been there either. At least he can share in the driving with me. Mmmm, oh yeah. Just look at that arse. Definately going to morning glory it. This is in Spikes point of view. I can feel his hard on nudging at me, it has been for about 5 minutes now. He is awake, I know because I can hear his heart beating at an awake rate. Probably going to fuck me again. Hope he isn't going to take me hard again, I'm only about half healed from last night. Doing it hard is just going to rip me open again, not that taking it slow with his size isn't going to do the same, just less tearing. Suppose that I'm going to have to get used to being a bottom in bed all over again. Haven't been a bottom since Angelus' got his poofy soul back and the crypt doesn't count, that was just plain old rape not me being a willing sub. Sure, I fought the Prince of Hair Gel many a time but I always knew that I would end up with his cock up my arse, the struggling just turned him on more. More or less was a normal part to the so called "foreplay" that us vamps have. I think that the whelp will sometime in the future like the whole domination game, he won't be a total sadist like my old Sire , but I know that the more I yelped in pain when he was driving into me before, the harder he was panting and his heartbeat was almost off the scale. Yeah, that turned him on alright. Don't ever see him raping me outright but I'm sure that if I ever said no to him, he would be pretty persuasive in getting me to change my mind. He wasn't too bad apart from his thick cock. I know by his clumsiness that it was the first time for him both with another male and doing it that way. Might have to start angling myself around his dick if he doesn't get a clue on how to make it pleasurable for the receiver sometime down the track. Should get him the new " Joys of Gay Sex", the updated version. Probably get a right royal slapping at that though, I mean how dare anyone think that he was gay! The kid has to be bi at least. You just don't lean over and plant a kiss on the male sitting next to you if your not at least attracted a little and you sure as hell don't go back for seconds. Don't blame him for denying it to himself, I heard all those names his arsehole dad and uncle used to call him whenever he was cornered by either of them. Pansy, Faggot, Arse Bandit, Queer Boy, Pillow Biter and lots of others just as charming. Been bashed into him that he has to be a full on hetro. Girls still turn him on, I can smell it when he walks past a pretty young thing or a shop assistant tries to chat him up. Hasn't been out on a bloody date since I started blowing him and he really isn't taking too much notice when some bint turns on the charm. He is interested but not enough to go for it, can't blame him really, I do give great head. Well, looks like I am going for a ride in a minute, whelp is trying to stick his fingers up me. Stupid brat, no lube of course. Ow, ooowww, that *fucking hurts*. What does he think, that I'm not going to move away when there is no slippery stuff to make it easier for us both? Thank fuck for that, should have got up for it in the first place shouldn't he! Going to bleed again. What he has between his legs is no small package, going to take a good few weeks of a couple of fuckings a day to get me used to this again. Him being a young whelp, I really don't see the problem in this. If he stops for over a few days, almost a week, I'm just going to bounce back into the same original tightness. Vamp healing at it's best, great for the giver but not so great for the receiver. It has it's good points like I can feel everything a lot better than I would have if Mam had had her way and I had been made loose and then turned. The sight of the blood scared him, I could smell it on him. Thats why he was so gentle I think. Cleaned me up and all, held me in bed until we both drifted off. Oh, lots better...mmmmm, definitely a lot better! Lube, good stuff when used right. One finger at the moment, nice....ooofff, keep going. Clenching my teeth together, I can feel him adding another finger so much larger than my own. Nice and slippery, yep, that's good. As I roll over onto my hands and knees, the boy is kneeling behind me, all the while with his two large fingers up my arse, loosening the muscles in preparation. Another finger and it's moving away from the slight discomfort and into the really starting to hurt now. Must be more tearing than I originally thought there was. I let out a soft yelp at his now rough sawing motion and as he slows it down, I can smell the arousal he is emitting getting stronger the more I pant. Almost ready then for the big boy. Ok, relax...think of something nice. Ooohhh, hurting! Hurting more now, Oh god, how the hell does a human have a cock like his? Oooffff, I can feel new tears in my arse. Thank god he's all in. Relax, stop clenching, stupid hole. Damn it! Stop yelping, it's just going to make him go harder like last time. Come on, you can take it. Just a human, just the one cock this time. With the whelps cock slamming into me again, I can feel the tears rolling down my face, this hurts. It hurts more than I can remember my Sire hurting me except when I was being punished. Maybe the fucking chip shorted out my pain centre too? Panting and whining, panting and yelping. Great way to not make it harder on myself. Aaahhh, lucky me! He finally hit my prostrate for the first time. Please finish soon, I want it to stop. Not sure if I can take any more. Too much. Oh god, the little shit is doing it hard again, I can feel the blood on my thighs. Yeah, this whelp has the beginnings of a dom written all over him if this is how it's going to be each time. Ok, ok, stop whining, he's going to cum any minute now. Prostrate again!! Just have to learn to take it again. Won't be so bad each time. Gotta get stretched out again. Don't think I will ever be stretched enough for his size but at least after a few more shags, it won't hurt as much. Nice, prostrate action. Ahhhhh, over now thank fuck. Ouch, pulling out hurts. I can feel the hotness inside me of his cum, all the way deep inside. Weird. He's gone to get another cloth to clean me up. Where does he think that I'm going to move to? Hurts a bit much to move at the moment. That feels good, the cool cloth. Stings a bit when it rubs at my hole. I turn my head away from him so that he doesn't notice my wet cheeks. Would probably set him off for the day if he noticed. The shower is going, should get up and get some breakfast. I think that we have got some weetbix in the cupboard, sure we bought some the other day? Hope he asks that Barney guy where some jobs are. Talked in what little sleep he did have about New Orleans, not sure if I want to go there, then again I wont really have much say in where we go will I? Should just be thankful that I haven't been thrown out into the "too hard" basket. All the others have, even Red and Mousegirl despite what they say and the fact that they sometimes take me shopping. Have to get up. Gotta clean up the rest of the cum that's coming out of me. Do a load of washing in the down stairs Laundromat. Thankfully its well sheltered all the way up and down to the smelly little room. Look at me, I'm off to have an exciting day of washing and then I get to sit at home and watch t.v. until the man whos screwing me gets home and then all I have to do is bend over for some dinner. Yep, good bye pet, have a nice day. Come home nice and tired so that it goes slow tonight, ok? |
