Introductions

Title: Introductions
Author: Tisienne Blue
Series: Getting to Know You (#3)
Comes after: Acquaintances (which comes after Old Enemies. LOL)
Rating: NC-17 (18)
Spoilers: Everything to the ends of both series, then entirely AU.
Pairings: S/X, Trev/El, Trev/El/Robert (I think… maybe. Depends on how the story wants to go)
Disclaimer: I do not own Spike, Xander, or any of the characters from BtVS or AtS. They are the exclusive property of Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy and whomever else. Original characters, on the other hand, ARE mine. If you don't know them from Buffy or Angel, they belong to me, and believe me when I say I like it that way. #grins#
Warnings: Explicit man-sex, toys, possible threesome, ANGST, non-consensual OC sex.
A/N: And here we finally find out just WHAT is up with Trevor… among other things. #grins# Begins three months after the ending of ‘Acquaintances’.
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Part 1

The voices weren't actually voices as such. They were merely a portion of his psyche telling him what he already knew although the dream-sense was new.

‘Cheating… running around… he's playing you…’

The dark haired man rolled over, moaning softly. He didn't want to believe it when he was awake and he definitely didn't want to know it in his dreams.

‘Older… more experienced… how could you think he'd be satisfied with YOU…’

“No,” he groaned helplessly, his arms reaching for the body that should have been beside him. “No…” he groaned again, fingers finding nothing but cool, empty sheets.

‘Face it… you're old news… he's found someone else, some other man… someone who will give him everything HE needs…’

“I do that,” he snarled silently, his sleeping hands finding the pillow that held his lover's scent and pulling it close. “I… do that…”

He sobbed softly, knowing it wasn't true. There were things he TRIED to give his lover that he just couldn't. He did his best and the older man appreciated it, he knew, but…

‘Being replaced,’ the voices whispered wickedly into his sleeping mind. ‘He wont care at all about you soon… especially with what he knows about you… what you told him yourself…’

His sobs became whimpers. Was it possible, he wondered even as his dreams showed him pictures of his lover with another… another he'd worried over for months. “No!” He groaned, holding the pillow closer, “NO!”

‘Yesss…’ the voices whispered, ‘He's been away… always with an excuse, but he's been away. He doesn't love you anymore… wants you to leave, to let him enjoy his new lover… and you're so selfish, so desperate… why would he love you now, if he ever did at all…’

“Be-because he does!” he wailed, his own voice waking him by the sheer volume of it. “I LOVE him! HE loves ME!”

He swallowed hard, throat aching as he heard the echoes of his last scream careening from the walls.

He sobbed softly, the voices finally gone, and sat there against the headboard of the bed that had become THEIRS as he waited for the dawn and his lover's return.

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“So… where you been?” Harris asked slowly as his claimed finally strolled into the kitchen smelling of smoke and booze.

Spike shrugged and leaned against the doorway, watching his Xan open and heat the usual post-work bag of blood for him. Vamp could not live by Claimed alone, more was the pity.

“Th’ usual. Keepin’ sadly stupid humans from becomin’ kibble for th’ demon types.” He grinned, then crossed the room, kissing his beloved hard as the microwave dinged. “How's th’ new book comin’?”

The brunette sighed, rubbing his empty socket lightly. “It's not even breathing hard. I'm having… problems with a couple of the characters. Their motivations and stuff.”

He chuckled and opened the small silver box, taking his breakfast-or dinner, actually-out. One more kiss before he sipped, then Spike pulled his love closer, purring softly. “Not ta worry, luv… you'll figure it out soon enough. You always do, yah?”

“Yeah,” Harris agreed, his smile not really reaching his eye, “I always do… even when I don't like it.”

Spike frowned as the younger man slipped from under his arm and wandered back into the living room. Pet seemed to be in a mood, but maybe… maybe it was one he could shag him out of. Hell, he knew he could.

He finished his blood in mere moments, already thinking about the various types of jollying he and his Claimed were going to indulge in.

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“How's that, luv…? Like it, Xan…?” he groaned, arching up into the slick, clenching channel as his hands stroked the strong, tanned chest, fingers twisting lightly at the thick silver rings.

“G-gods… Spike… babe…” Harris pressed down and back into the slow, deep thrust, his eye locked on their reflection in the spelled mirror on their bedroom wall. “J-jesus… fuck… you know I do… so much…”

Spike smirked, his eyes locked on the reflected gaze of his love for another moment before admiring the image they made in the mirror Red had sent them for his Claimed’s birthday. It had arrived a bit early but he wasn't complaining; especially when it let him see…

His Xan, on his knees, legs spread and leaning back against him, one arm up and over his own shoulder, holding on desperately to his-Spike's-matching shoulder. Strong, pale legs visible between the tanned ones beneath the long, thick red bobbing cock and swollen sac as he shifted slowly, sliding deep within that perfect anus, that tight, hot sheath.

“Beautiful, pet… seein’ you strainin’… feelin’ you writhin’, your body beggin’ for more…” He groaned, one hand sliding down to slowly stroke the restrained cock, even as the other hand continued to twist and tease at the overly sensitive nipples. “Luv how you feel, Xan… bloody hell… so amazin’ly perfect… ‘s like… you were made… just… for…” A gasp slipped from his lips as his beloved flexed tight thighs and lifted a good six inches before dropping back down fully and quickly. “L-luv…”

“You,” the brunette grunted, repeating the action while his cock burned with the slow, cool fire of his vampire's touch. “Made… for you… babe…” He arched into the twisting of the silver rings, moaning his satisfaction as the motion forced that thick, perfect cock just that little bit deeper into his welcoming body. “A-always y-yours, S-s-spike…”

“That's right,” the blond agreed with a soft grunt, squeezing the heavy sac gently. “Bloody hell, Xan… need ta… need you ta…” he growled, eyes flashing to gold as his Claimed flexed wickedly and rhythmically around him.

His hand released the cooler shoulder behind him and Harris let himself fall forward on their bed, his ass raising a bit as he landed in a more traditional hands and knees pose, just the tip of that glorious cock still within him. “I know… G-gods, babe… I… n-need… fuck, yes!” his words were a wild and needy moan as he felt Spike shift, hands moving to grasp hard at his hips as the vampire rose on his knees and slammed deep, feeling that tightening sac slapping against his own purpled and pulsing one. “Sp-spike! P-please…”

“That's right, luv,” the blond growled again, hips moving like pistons as he battered his beloved's insides wickedly, shifting angles to brush that small node repeatedly. “Beg me, pet… beloved… Claimed… MY Xan… you beg… so pretty…”

Harris would have chuckled if he hadn't been so busy whimpering with pure pleasure and that small bit of pain his lover always managed to so perfectly inflict. As it was, all he could do was stare at the reflected demon plundering his ass so willfully and wonderfully and do just as he'd been asked. “C-come on… babe, please… please, Sp-spike… c-cum f-for me… want t-to f-feel y-you… f-fill me up… GODS! Y-yes, babe… m-more… please, babe… please… n-need to… c-c-c-c-c…”

“Like that, ‘ey luv…?” Spike managed to groan through the need to cum deep and hard. “L-luv it too, pet… MY pet…” He released one slightly bruised hip and let his hand move under his human, wrapping tightly around the seeping tip of the restrained shaft as he pressed his chest against that long spine. “Goin’ ta fill you, luv… just like you want… burst inta you, cum so hard you can taste me… already ruined you for any other bloke… just l-like you r-ruined… m-me…”

Golden eyes closed, even as lips found soft, salty-sweet skin, nuzzling desperately for his mark, and as he found it he bit deep, fingers releasing the snap on the leather ring around his beloved's shaft. “Cum for me, Xan,” he mumbled against that skin, the words almost unrecognizable as he drank deep of the heaving, shuddering flesh.

“Y-YES… SP-SPIKE…! TH-THERE…” And as always when his claimed was buried balls-and-fangs deep in him, telling him to cum, Harris's entire body sang. He forced himself back even harder, trying impossibly to pull even his vampire's pulsing sac within him to join the swelling, spewing cock he felt. His eye rolled back as the cock ring was released, his own orgasm exploding violently in long, shuddering spasms of milky white, his balls drawing up so tightly it hurt. “SP-SPIIIIIIKE….!” He howled, barely managing to keep himself from collapsing right then and there.

‘Beloved, always mine, always here, always loved, never without you, never alone, never without love, never want another, never need anything but you…’ their bond sang, even as Spike's groin pressed deeper, harder into the hot, tighter-than-sin anus that fit him like a glove and he let himself go, great, spurting volleys of cool, thick spunk bathing his Claimed’s insides as he growled and groaned and swallowed the perfect essence of his beloved.

‘Never leave you-never another-always yours-always mine-loved and loving-needed-needing-want-love-forever-forever-forever yours-forever mine-always yours-always mine-nothing but you…’ the bond returned, dragging every nuance of emotion from Harris and sharing it with Spike just as the reverse was true. Harris shuddered again, satisfaction and nearly pure love filling him just as fully as the perfect cock still buried deep and hard inside him. He groaned his disappointment as that same shaft slowly pulled from his thoroughly plundered asshole. “F-fuck, Spike…” he moaned, finally letting his body fall to the mattress and smiling a bit as he felt the soft, full lips on his back. “Amazing…”

The vampire chuckled, nipping his way slowly down the beloved spine, tasting salt and sunlight and something uniquely Xander. “That you are, luv… amaze me every moment of every day, you do…” Teeth dug playfully into one rounded and toned globe of flesh and he chuckled as his Claimed moaned deeply. “Don't want ta ever be without you, Xan… can't do it…”

Harris moaned again as strong, elegant fingers spread his legs a bit then gasped as he felt the tip of that soft, wet tongue probing delicately at his pleasantly sore hole. “Spike…!” Fingers clutched wildly at cotton sheets and his eye closed again, the cool mouth soothing a bit of the soft burn.

He loved the way his Claimed moaned. Loved it just as much as the assorted whimpers, groans, mumbles and grunts. His tongue swept slowly around the reddened hole, rolling against the pucker for a moment before forming a hard, blunt point and slipping in. His hands pressed down, holding his love's hips hard against their bed as he slipped deep, slow circular motions gathering what he could of the fluids he'd left behind and he purred low and deep.

“J-jesus… fuck…” Harris sighed, both soothed and excited by the sensation. “Fuck, Spike… I love it when you do that…” His hips rocked slightly within the firm hold, out of habit more than need now. “Love it… when you do… anything, babe…”

“ ‘s a good thing, luv,” the vampire whispered, pulling away from his Claimed’s rear for just a moment, “Because you taste like heaven, pet… heaven an’ me… always want you ta carry my scent, my flavor… an’ I'm goin’ ta see to it that you do, yah?”

Any reply Harris might have made was made mute as that cool, laving, talented tongue returned to him, sliding deeply and comfortingly into that still-stretched ring of muscle.

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(A/N: Thanks to DaniKitten, RemityGirl, E, RedSharpie, TheShadowCat and uncouthkitten for their reviews on the last chapter of 'Acquaintances'. VERY much appreciated, all! And I apologize for taking this long to start posting this segment of the series. I'm having 'story issues'. *groans and hangs head*