Kinship
by Saber ShadowKitten

Spike stopped, his hand poised to knock on the weathered door in front of
him, and wondered what he was doing at Xander's. It wasn't as if he didn't
have enough problems outside of his unwanted lust for the shaggy-haired
mortal. Adam's reneging on their deal a few months back had seriously
thrown a monkey wrench in his plans, and it wreaked havoc on his non-
relationship with the Slayer and her tarts, including one Xander Harris.

Therein lay the problem. Or rather, the problem preventing Spike from
getting laid.

It wasn't as if he couldn't find a willing partner elsewhere. The Bronze
was teeming with young tits full of raging hormones. All Spike needed was
to say the right words, give the right seductive look, and he'd be shagging
some sweet thing in the backseat of a motor.

But, as happy as that would've made his dick, he hadn't gone trolling at the
local teen club. Instead, he'd hidden out in his crypt until he was sure
Buffy and friends wouldn't stake him on sight for his self-preserving
betrayal. He'd convinced himself that staying close to home wasn't being
cowardly, just smart.

At least, he'd managed to keep lying to himself until Riley had shown up at
the crypt and bitch- slapped him.

Spike dropped his hand, took a step backwards and closed his eyes. He
curled and uncurled his fingers on both hands as he tried to push down the
humiliation that swam over him. He'd submitted to a human! Not just any
human, either, but to one of the soldiers who'd chipped him! And he'd done
it of his own free choice!!!

The blond vampire growled deep in his chest, a feral sound that reverberated
in the cement stairwell that led to the basement entrance of the Harris
house. Bile rose in his throat when he thought about how he'd disgraced
himself. If he could see his reflection in a mirror, he wouldn't be able to
look himself in the eye.

Spike had never submitted to a human, not even to the man-child beyond the
paint-chipped door in front of him. Submission was defined as one person
admitting to another's superiority, verbally or non-verbally. Screwing
Xander was about mutual pleasure, and Spike gave as good as he got. Taking
it up the ass had no correlation with submission unless some sort of demand
accompanied it, and only then if it was a controlling one and not a
passion-filled one.

Spike took a purposeful breath, let it out quickly, and knocked on the door.
He was leaving Sunnydale, his face burning and his tail between his legs.
Evil everywhere was embarrassed of him and he couldn't blame them. After he
left Xander's, he was off to Antarctica or France or some other horrid place
where he could hide in shame for the rest of his unlife.

Why was he here again?, Spike wondered as a muffled "Yeah?" came through the
door. His feet had led him here after he'd decided to leave town, but he
didn't know why. He hadn't seen Xander since May, unless he counted
picturing the dark-haired youth as he tossed off. Although, seeing Xander,
who was beyond a doubt the most pathetic of the Slayer's gang and possibly
even his age-bracket, might give the vampire a little boost to his currently
rock-bottom self- esteem. It wasn't as if he actually had feelings for the
boy.

Xander was sitting on the couch, wearing a white A-line tee and a pair of
dark blue plaid boxers. He was slumped comfortably with his hair-sprinkled
legs spread apart and his white sock-clad feet flat on the floor. His
elbows were up on the back of the couch, a long-neck beer dangling from one
hand.

Whiskey-colored eyes narrowed when Spike entered Xander's basement
'apartment.' The flickering light from the television cast shadows over the
brunette's features, deepening his scowl. The small gust of air from the
closing of the door caused the flame from a fat candle sitting on the coffee
table to jump wildly.

Great, Xander thought peevishly, glaring at the blond vampire hovering by
the doorway. A visit from Spike was just what he needed to cap off his
horrid night. As if eating live insects and basically bending over and
spreading himself wide for Dracula, or having his friends laugh at him
*again* wasn't enough.

"What do you want, Spike?" Xander asked in a clipped voice. "And if you say
you wanted to see Xander the Pussy in person, I will make you into an Eunuch
with my pearly whites."

Spike looked surprised by the threat, which should have made Xander feel
good, but it didn't. It wasn't like he could back up the threat. Maybe
once upon a time he could, when he still had his military knowledge and
instinctively knew how to disable a man with a single blow. Or when he'd
still had the confidence and "coolness" that'd been a result of standing up
to Jack O'Toole.

Xander took a swig of beer, hoping the alcohol would wash away his disgust
with himself. It didn't. 'Que surprise.'

"I, uh...," Spike shifted uncomfortably on his feet and shoved his hands in
his duster pockets, "I'm leaving Sunnydale."

"So?" Xander watched as Spike pursed his lips, and smirked. "Ahh, I get
it." The brunette feminized his voice. "But Spike, you can't leave. What
would I do without you?"

Spike glowered at Xander. "Not funny, mate."

Xander pretended to wipe a tear from his eye. "Fine. Leave me. See if I
care," he sniffed.

Spike growled, spun on his heel and grabbed the doorknob. He didn't need
this crap.

"Wait," the whelp called to him in a trembling voice. "Don't I get a kiss
goodbye?"

Xander's mocking grin faded when Spike stalked over to him. The blond came
to a halt between Xander's legs, put his hands on either side of Xander's
head and leaned down.

Xander met Spike's blue eyes and, behind the annoyance, he saw an emotion
that he was intimately familiar with -- self-loathing.

Spike must've seen the same emotion reflected in Xander's eyes because his
snarl disappeared. For a full minute, neither man moved, their faces inches
apart. The quiet voices from the television kept the possibility of a tense
silence at bay, allowing only brutal honesty to surface between them.

"I can't do this anymore," they both whispered in unison.

Shock flitted across both of their features at their simultaneousness.
Xander took the first plunge after that, his voice thick with disgust. "I'm
sick and tired of being the bumbling sidekick that always gets beat up, or
thralled, or is the superpowerless part of the team. I don't want to be
Zeppo Donut Boy again."

Spike's fingers dug into the back of the couch as he confessed in a harsh
tone, "I hate this chip. I hate not being able to defend myself against
humans; or beat one up for pissing me off; or having to submit to the Slayer
and her Slayerettes' bloody whims for fear of being staked. I hate not even
being able to feed properly!"

They held each other's gazes for another few moments. Then, they were
kissing hard and hungrily, their teeth gnashing, their mouths bruising.
There was desperation underlying the kiss, along with a sense of kinship.
Two men drowning in a sea of self-loathing, finding each other and clinging
together in hopes of staying afloat.

Xander shoved the beer bottle between the couch cushions, grabbed Spike's
lapels and shoved the duster from his shoulders. Spike shoved himself
upright, tearing himself away from Xander's mouth only long enough to drop
the coat to the ground and yank his tee-shirt over his head. Xander's shirt
joined the vampire's on the dirty cement floor before returning to the
ferocious kiss.

The brunette's hands were everywhere, grabbing, bruising. His breaths were
coming in quick gasps between short savage attacks of mouths and tongues.
He felt Spike's muscles coiled like steel springs beneath his smooth pale
skin, a predator ready to pounce.

Xander's fingers found Spike's belt buckle and ripped at it. The buttonfly
on the black jeans were swiftly undone, and the denim was shoved
unceremoniously down the older man's thighs. A strong fist around the
turgid member exposed led to a loud moan of pleasure.

Xander tugged at the hardness in his grip, expertly stroking the other man.
The hard, cool length pulsed beneath his palm, the bulbous head becoming
slick with pre-come. With his other hand he grasped the dangling sac
between Spike's legs, rolling and pulling on the sensitive balls hidden
within.

Spike tore his mouth from Xander's with a deep, "Xaaaannnaaahhhhhhhhhhh..."
He came in short bursts, shooting himself onto Xander's bare chest. Soon,
Xander's hand was slick with come as he continued rub Spike's tender flesh.

The vampire straightened and pushed Xander's tormenting hands away. The boy
looked up at him from beneath thick lashes, his brown eyes gleaming like a
fine scotch. A tremor ran through Spike and he turned away from Xander
before he could be devoured by the younger man's gaze.
The hot breath on Spike's left side precluded a long rasp of a wet tongue.
He stiffened for an instant, then let out a low groan as the tongue
continued to trace a warm path on his cool skin.

A hand on his lower back nudged him forward and he bent over. His denims
dropped further around his knees, but his boots prevented their removal. He
started to unlace his Docs, but ended up bracing his weight on the tops of
his boots when Xander's wicked tongue found its way in between the blond's
muscular asscheeks.

Spike's fingers curled over the toes of his boots and his blunt nails dug
into the rubber soles as the boy's tongue slipped inside him. He let out a
hiss of pleasure and tried not to rock back.

"No, don't stop," Spike whispered when Xander abandoned his task. The
vampire soon shuddered when the mouth returned and cool liquid was blown
into him.

"And they say beer is good for nothing," Xander mumbled, his lips against
Spike's firm backside. He scraped his blunt teeth over the solid flesh as
he pushed the beer bottle back between the cushions.

Xander raised his hips and quickly shoved his boxers down around his thighs.
He wiped his hand through a small gob of Spike's emissions on his stomach
and quickly smeared it over his aching erection.

With one hand holding his stiff length, Xander grabbed Spike's bare hip and
tried to pull the blond onto his lap. Spike's arms flailed a moment, the
jeans around his knees throwing off his balance, before he managed to catch
himself. His hands sunk into the couch cushions on either side of Xander,
and Xander used the opportunity to guide Spike home.

"Oh hell, Spike," Xander breathed. His cock was in the tightest, softest,
the damned *best* place on the planet. It'd been way too long since he'd
had a good piece of ass. Not since... well, Spike.

Xander dropped his head forward and forced himself to gain control before
this was a *really* short lay. It didn't help any that Spike's inner
muscles were spasming around the invasion. It also didn't help that the
couple in the late night movie were starting to get very vocal with their
own coupling.

The brunette glanced over at the television in time to see a tanned set of
knockers swinging away as the girl in the movie got happy. His cock pulsed
and swelled even further, and his hands tightened on Spike's hips. Xander
had always been a T&A kind of guy. And what could be better than seeing
those gorgeous tits on the tube while being sheathed in the greatest ass
this side of Poughkeepsie?

Xander ran his mouth over Spike's bare shoulder and up the side of his neck
to his ear. The younger man lightly licked the rim of Spike's ear before
whispering, "Ride me, Spike."

Spike's cock came back to life with Xander's hot breath beside his ear. The
boy's husky command was accompanied by a thrust upward, and Spike groaned
softly at the feeling of Xander inside of him.

The vampire leaned forward and put his hands on his knees. Because his
jeans were still around his legs, he was limited in movements, but centuries
of sex taught him a trick or three. Xander was damn lucky for that. Or was
it he who was the lucky one for getting to shag Xander...

Using his thigh muscles, Spike began to ride Xander. It felt *so* bloody
wonderful. The blond set up a nice rhythm, almost bouncing against Xander's
lap, the younger man's long, thick length sliding in and out of him. The
hands at his waist helped keep the pace steady and sure.

The commercial came on the television and Xander dropped his head back with
a moan. His eyes were unfocused as he stared up at the ceiling. Spike's
even tempo was driving him nuts. He knew for a fact that he'd never felt
anything as good -- sorry, Anya -- as fucking the Spike. Maybe it was time
to start thinking with his dick instead of his brains and dump the ex-demon
for the chipped-demon.

"Jimminy Cricket, Spike," Xander groaned when Spike's inner muscles squeezed
around him. Unknowingly, he dug his fingernails into the vampires hips,
creating little half-moons of blood.

Spike smelled the blood and the scent shot straight to his groin. He wanted
so badly to stroke himself, but he needed his hands to keep shagging Xander
like he was. "Xander," he groaned softly. "A little help here."

Xander raised his head and watched the pretty colors swim in the air.
Coming soon, he thought, before answering. "Hmm?"

"Touch me," Spike rasped.

"What do you say?" Xander said, his tone more like an order than teasing due
to the fact he was holding his breath as he felt himself getting close.

Suddenly, the delicious feeling surrounding his cock was gone. Xander
snapped back from the edge as if a bucket of ice water had been thrown over
him. He saw Spike scrambling to his feet, yanking up his jeans as he did
so.

"What the hell?" Xander stared non-comprehensively at Spike, who glared
daggers at him in return.

"I will *not* submit to you," Spike ground out.

Xander blinked several times at hurt he heard underlining the anger in
Spike's voice. It dawned on him that by his teasing he'd unintentionally
poured salt into an open wound. Spike's reaction also screamed insecurity,
something Xander would never have associated with a vampire until now. It
was... sweet.

Standing, Xander allowed his boxers to fall to the floor. He stepped out of
them and walked over to the blond. The fact that he was naked, hard, and
comfortable enough to be that way in a vampire's presence screamed idiocy.
So did thinking the words "Spike" and "sweet" in conjunction with each
other.

Xander could care less. If he was an idiot, so be it. He had a sexy
half-naked man to reassure and a hard-on that was killing him.

The brunette stopped directly in front of Spike, cupped the other man's
cheeks and pressed a soft kiss on his mouth. Xander's knew his actions were
like those of a concerned boyfriend... and, for some reason, that didn't
bother him at all.

"I don't want you to submit to me, Spike," Xander said, meeting Spike's
way-too-expressive blue eyes. "I just want to be your lover."

Spike studied the dark-haired boy who was looking so intently at him. There
was a subtle strength to Xander's words that matched the gentle pressure
against the vampire's cheeks. It didn't seem to matter to Xander that he
was naked. He exuded confidence and, incredibly, safety.

Spike hadn't felt safe in over a century, not since the night his sire left
with Darla for a "private holiday." The fact that Angelus never returned
didn't help any.

Now, this boy, this strange, humorous, nicely built man-child was offering
him a chance to feel safe again. And sex. Can't forget that.

"Tell you what," Spike said in a low, quiet voice. "You protect me from
humans and give me your word you'll never make me submit to you, and I'll
protect you from demons and teach you how to fake having superpowers."

"Sounds good," Xander said, dropping his hands. "But only on one
condition."

Spike narrowed his eyes. "Yeah, what's that?"

Xander gave him an off-kilter grin. "We get to have sex. Often."

"Oh, well, that's a given." Spike slowly raked his eyes over Xander's naked
body and licked his lips. "That's most definitely a given."

Xander felt the blush creep up his cheeks even as his cock jumped under
Spike's blatant perusal. The brunette quickly turned and walked over to the
couch. By the time he turned around again, Spike was pressing him down onto
the couch, bare flesh to bare flesh.

Their mouths met in silent agreement, sealing their pact. Spike's tongue
slipped between Xander's warm lips to tangle with the boy's tongue. Spike's
erection, which had all but disappeared, returned almost immediately and he
ground himself against the other man. Strong, capable hands slid down
Spike's back to his buttocks, cupped the twin globes and pressed his lower
body firmly against Xander's.

Xander moaned softly when Spike moved away. He opened heavy-lidded eyes and
glared balefully at the vampire. "Spiiiike," he whined.

"Just a second," Spike chastised, reaching above Xander for the beer bottle
still wedged between the couch cushions. The blond felt Xander's nails
scrape up his sides and he hissed and arched his back.

One corner of Xander's mouth quirked before he scratched back down Spike's
sides. Spike hissed again and shuddered. Neat.

"Cut it out, you cocktease," Spike gasped as the boy did it again.

"Wouldn't tease if you'd *fuck me* already," Xander told him.

Spike sat up, his knees on either side of Xander, arched his brow in an
imperious manner, and dumped the remainder of the beer on the brunette's
erect shaft. Xander let out a strangled groan when the luke-warm brew hit
his overheated skin.

The vampire scooted forward, raised his hips, and impaled himself onto
Xander. Xander's hands latched onto Spike's hips as he uncontrollably
thrust upward. Their flesh met, Xander's pelvis pressed tightly against
Spike's buttocks, and they froze.

Spike stared down at Xander. He waited for the other man to tell him to
move or some other order, but it never came. Xander simply waited, his eyes
unwavering as they held Spike's, breathing heavily through his mouth.

Spike blamed the chip for the feelings that stole over him. He felt
protected, wanted, needed, and, most importantly, in control. Yeah, he
couldn't drain the whelp dry, but he didn't want to... well, except of every
last drop of come from the mortal deep inside of him.

Pathetic? Yes. Did he care? Not a bloody whit.

Spike finally started to move, rising up and down on Xander's hard length,
and the younger man's eyes rolled. "Ooooh yeah," Xander breathed. "Just
keep doing that, please."

"You mean this?" Spike taunted, adding a roll of his hips to his movements.

"Gyahhh."

Spike's chuckle was cut off by a sharp inhale when the head of Xander's cock
hit that magic spot. The vampire shut his eyes and concentrated on hitting
the spot again and again.

Xander watched Spike through slitted eyes. The blond's head was thrown back
and he was panting needlessly as he rode Xander. Xander dropped his gaze to
the marble shaft thumping rhythmically against his abdomen and he ran his
tongue over his lower lip. He wanted to see that beautiful cock shoot its
wad, he wanted to taste Spike's salty come on his tongue.

Spike must've heard his thoughts, because he suddenly stiffened and rasped
hoarsely, "Aaaah shhhhit." His shaft erupted, shooting stream after stream
of milky white fluid. Most hit Xander's chest, but some reached his face,
dotting his mouth and chin, and he eagerly licked it away.

"Mmm, nummy," Xander purred, dipping his fingertips in a small puddle of
semen on his chest then sucking them clean.

Spike's eyes flew open in time to see Xander's repeat his actions. The
vampire's cock jumped, shooting a tiny bit more at Xander's naughtiness.
Xander's big brown eyes were filled with devilish glee as his mouth slid
into a wicked smile.

"Planning to fuck you hard, now," Xander told Spike. "Hope you don't mind."

Since Spike couldn't get his tongue to work, he shook his head in response.

And then suddenly *he* was the one on his back, and Xander was holding his
legs wide apart and was pounding into him. The younger man's face was
twisted into a vulpine snarl, his eyes screwed shut as he sought his own
fulfillment.

Xander slammed up against Spike's ass, releasing a guttural, "Spaaahhhh."
His fingers bruised Spike's pale thighs as his climax washed over him. He
came long and hard after being denied release for so long, filling the
vampire's tight hole with his jism.

Xander collapsed forward onto Spike, releasing the blond's legs, and he
panted heavily against the other man's neck. Spike hooked his ankles over
Xander's upper legs and wrapped his arms around the boy's hot, sweaty body.
He unconsciously nuzzled Xander's dark hair, shutting his eyes, and allowed
post-orgasm lethargy to steal over him.

"Can't sleep like this," Xander mumbled against Spike's neck. "Someone may
see."

"Then we'll move," Spike said, his voice low and sleep-filled.

"On three," Xander said around a yawn, Morpheus calling to him. "One..."

"Two...," Spike continued almost inaudibly.

They never reached three.


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