Vikings, Sires and Siblings

Disclaimer: Not mine. I make no profit from this, I do it simply for my own perverse pleasure. Joss is God.


Part 1


Xander relaxed back in the tub, the jets pounding against his sore, tired muscles. He pulled Spike back to rest against his chest and nuzzled his nose into the damn blonde hair of his mate.

"See? I told you a Jacuzzi tub was a good idea. Now doesn't this feel good?"

They had just finished unpacking all the weapons and setting up the training area/gym in their new house. It had taken most of the day, seeing as how Spike had lost the English instructions for the weight machine and had to translate from Korean - not a language he was fluent in.

"Yeah, yeah. You were right. Ya happy now?"

"Not yet."

Xander tilted Spike’s head and kissed him softly; he licked his lips and then smiled.

"Now I'm happy."

Spike leered at his mate.

"That's all it takes to make you happy? And here I was considering playing around with these jets, see what other interesting things they could do."

Xander's eyes darkened with arousal and he growled softly.

"That could be fun. Yeah, let’s do that."

Spike laughed and then turned around so he was straddling his lover’s thighs. He manoeuvred them around in the tub until one of the jets was pounding against the small of his back. With a wicked leer he raised himself slightly and bent forward.

The hot water felt amazing as it pushed against his tight little pucker. His eyes snapped open and he panted for unneeded breath in Xander's face.

"Holy fuck! I was just having you on about this, I never thought ... "

Spike trailed off on a groan as Xander smirked at him and began to stroke his painfully hard cock. He watched as Spike shifted fully to game face and howled as his tender opening was breached by the brutal force of the water.

"Fuck, Spike. You look so hot like that. All flushed and needy. You want me to fuck you, lover? Shove my dick up into you and make you scream?"

Xander's human mask slipped away as he spoke. He finished on a growl that had Spike scrambling to get into position. No sooner did Spike get into position then Xander grabbed him and pulled him down almost painfully onto his cock. Both vampires purred at the pleasure/pain sensation that action produced.

"Oh, bloody hell, luv. This tub was a good idea."

"Yuh huh. Less talk, more sex."

Spike agreed wholeheartedly and began to ride his mate with enthusiastic abandon. They were splashing a good deal of water all over the floor but neither cared; they were too caught up in the feeling of being together to notice the swamp they were creating.

Spike had a new appreciation for Xander's love of hot water; hell, he thought he might just spend more time in here than his mate. The water was nice, and the jets could be fun to play around with. He groaned as he felt Xander's fangs scrape over the skin of his throat.

"Yes, fuck, bite me, luv. Make me bleed."

Spike growled as Xander embedded his fangs into his throat. He felt his spine stiffen, his balls tighten, and then he was howling as his orgasm tore through him. He felt his mate's teeth tear free from his flesh and then he was filled with his cool seed.

The lovers remained joined together as the jets continued to pound them with hot water. Xander let his head fall back onto the rim of the tub and Spike rested against his chest, purring.

"We should get out; we still have to get the bedrooms set up."

"Don't wanna. Wanna stay here, m'comfy."

Xander chuckled at Spike and kissed the top of his head.

"Come on, blondie. Sooner we get it done, sooner we can try out the new bed."

"Hmm, there is that. Bloody beautiful bed too. Alright, you win."

Spike stretched and then slowly climbed off of Xander, groaning at the feel of his lover's cock slipping free of his body. He stepped out of the tub and began drying himself off. He turned around and noticed that Xander was still in the tub, watching him with a look of blatant lust in his eyes.

"See something you like, luv?"

Spike preened for his mate and spun in a slow circle. By the time he was facing Xander again, his mate was out of the tub and stalking toward him.

"Oh, yeah. I see lots of things that I like."

Xander lightly trailed his fingers across Spike's collarbone and then down his chest to his abs. One finger circled his navel before dropping lower and moving around to his hip. He pulled the blonde closer and ran his other hand down his spine and rested it on one firm butt cheek.

"I like your eyes."

Xander leaned in and kissed each closed lid.

"I like your hands, especially when they're on me."

He put Spike’s hands on his hips.

"I like your mouth, when you kiss me, when you taste me, even when you use it to insult me."

Xander kissed him softly.

"I like your ass. For obvious reasons."

Xander squeezed Spike’s ass and then slowly trailed one finger up and down the crease, before lightly pressing against his pucker.

"I like your cock, the way it feels in my mouth, the way it feels when you’re in me."

Spike moaned and pressed himself closer to his mate. He loved it when Xander talked dirty to him.

"I like your arms, how strong they are, how they hold me close and make me feel safe and loved."

Spike wrapped his arms around him tighter in response.

"Mmm, yeah. Like that. But do you know what I like the most?"

"No, luv. What do you like the most?"

Xander scooped Spike into his arms and headed for their bedroom. He set him down on their unmade bed and covered him with his body.

"What I like the most is that you're mine."

"I like that too, luv."

Xander lifted Spike's legs onto his shoulders and slid into him once again. The unpacking could wait awhile.

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