Old Enemies... (S/X)

AN: If I forgot to say it before, this is my first Spander fic. Hopefully it doesn't suck too badly. LOL This is also the first part with actual smut, so please review it whether you like it or not. Constructive criticism is always welcome but pure nastiness will be responded to in kind. As always, characters from BtVS and A:tS do not belong to me. Original characters are mine and mine alone (meaning Elliot, Trevor, Mike the bartender and Sammy the waiter. :)) I'm somewhat encouraged by the number of hits this story has gotten so far, so... please don't refrain from reviewing. I work close to 65 hours a week and reviews will make me more likely to spend my rare free time on writing rather than other pursuits. Yes. This IS blackmail. *snerk*

Part 10

Neither of them were laughing a few moments later, though. In fact, laughter was the furthest thing from their minds.

Harris stood by the bed, his eye locked on the once again human-looking face of the vampire as he unbuttoned the blue silk shirt which he’d just realized was almost the exact shade of Spike’s eyes.

The silk slipped to the floor and he tried not to look as nervous as he was. Sure, he’d kept in shape. That was why his spare bedroom was filled with working out equipment. Still, he wasn’t entirely sure if…

“Bloody luvly,” Spike murmured, watching the show. One hand stroked over his hard cock through the denim while his eyes traced every visible inch of skin on the younger man.

Harris blushed brightly, amazed that just those two short words from Spike could make him so shaky inside. “No,” he finally said, his hands moving to the leather of his pants. “That would be you. Lovely, I mean. Not bloody. Or not right now, anyway… speaking of which, have you eaten, Spike? I mean, I really don’t want to have to stop because your belly gets all rumbly and oh Gods, could I BE any more pathetic?” He blushed even more and shook his head. “Ignore me. I’m a moron. And nervous, obviously, because me, you… here. Not that I don’t want to be here because I DO, but… you know what I mean, right?”

And there it was. The babble he remembered from what seemed like a lifetime ago. Maybe there WAS a bit of the bloke he remembered in this man. Hell, he knew there was, but still… he’d wondered, what with the successful air Xander had these days.

Spike smiled, then laughed quietly as he slipped closer, suddenly unwilling to wait for Xander to finish undressing. His arms lifted, palms resting flush against the toned, chiseled chest. “Ate earlier, mate,” he said, sliding his hands down over tight nipples and twitching skin. “Of course, can’t say as I’d mind havin’ me a hot shot of protein...” He smirked wickedly and dropped to his knees as his fingers nimbly undid the button and zip of the truly wonderful leather pants, allowing Xander’s thick, long cock to spill forth.

Harris groaned, the cool air of the bedroom reminding him of how hot he’d been under the pants once it passed over his ready shaft. His hands found their way to Spike’s head, fingers tangling willfully in the short blond locks. “Gods, Spike,” he panted, his hips already arching towards the other man. “If you stop now, I’ll… I don’t know, but I’ll do something. And you won’t like it.”

The vampire snorted softly, exhaling cool air over the seeping head of the perfect treat in front of him. “Been called a lot of things in my time, luv… but ‘tease’ was never one of them.” He looked up into the wild brown eye and grinned. “An’ you might be surprised at what I’d like, comin’ from you. Might have ta put your imagination ta work an’ see what we can try. Later.”

The brown haired man didn’t even have a chance to try to formulate a reply because as soon as Spike finished speaking, he wrapped his hand around the needy shaft, his lips encircling the tip.

Spike purred silently, something about this position-- on his knees in front of the bloke he’d laughingly called ‘donut-boy’ a time or two-- feeling right. It felt even more right as he slid his mouth to the base of the long, thick cock, letting it fill his throat as his hands moved to Xander’s ass, fingers flexing into the tensed globes of flesh through the leather.

For his part, Harris couldn’t even manage to keep his eye open. It closed hard, squeezed shut as he reveled in the sensation of the wet, talented mouth on him. His fingers clenched hard in the short blond hair as his hips rocked in and out, in and out, his brain derailed almost entirely. “Fuck…” he moaned softly, the hands on his ass finally pushing the leather down to let it pool at his feet. “Fuck!” he groaned again as the perfect mouth left his flesh damp and bobbing in the still air.

His lips were tingling with the taste of the small drops of pre-cum he’d tasted. It wasn’t enough, though. He needed MORE. More skin, more heat, more closeness, more… Xander. Spike stood and pushed his own jeans down, stepping from them after untying his boots and toeing them off. “Fuck?” he echoed teasingly, pressing himself close to the dark haired man, “Think I’d like that, pet…”

He moved closer still, the sensation of his cock touching Xander’s without anything between them making him gasp. “B-bloody…”

“Hell,” Harris finished, gasping in a great lungful of air. His hands released the blond hair and skimmed down Spike’s long, sensual spine until he reached the tight, toned ass. His fingers dug in deep, forcing the thick cock harder against his own. “Jesus…”

“Fuck,” Spike growled, his true face appearing once again. “Bed,” he grated out. “Now!”

Fortunately, it was only a few feet away. Otherwise they never would have made it, what with neither of them wanting to move apart. So they shuffled, each small motion of cock-on-cock leaving them both breathless.

They fell onto the bed, hands and lips fully engaged with skin, heat, coolness, passion, fire, need. Navels and pecs, waists and thighs, nuzzles at that soft spot behind the ears among other places.

“Gods,” Harris groaned wantonly. “Spike… please!”

His head lifted from the nipple he’d been laving so wildly. “Please what, Xan?” he murmured, every part of him focused on giving pleasure to this dream of his. “Anything you want, luv…”

“You,” Harris moaned. “Want YOU…”

Spike chuckled, his head spinning just a bit from what had happened so far. “You’ve got me, luv. Any way you want me.”

The soft words finally registered and Harris opened his eye, staring into the wide golden eyes of his demon lover.

One hand slipped from the hair again to cup a smooth, soft cheek. “Want you EVERY way, Spike,” he said, willing the vampire to believe him. “Want to bury myself deep inside you… feel you just as deep in me. Gods, Spike… just… have me, okay? However you want to. Just… now!”

Platinum hair shifted with the swift nod as Spike rolled away, fumbling at the drawer in the bedside table. He pulled the tube of raspberry scented lube out and turned back to the human he feared had stolen into even the smallest reaches of his heart. Not that he was going to tell him that. Not yet.

Spike’s eyes drifted over the tanned form of his lover as he gave him the tube. He tried to be funny, sure the intensity of the moment needed some relief. “Be gentle with me, luv… ‘s been a while, you know?” As if a human could hurt him… physically, anyway.

Harris swallowed hard. As much as he wanted to be balls-deep in Spike’s ass, he’d never thought the vampire would let him have him first. Still, that would only make it that much better once Spike returned the favour. And he would make sure Spike did.

Then again, he figured it made sense. There was no question of whether he’d cum with Spike, although the vampire’s constitution would likely allow for a second round. Maybe even a third, Harris thought with a grin.

The brunette chuckled softly, his cock throbbing even harder at the thoughts he was having. He popped the top of the tube, squeezing a good dollop into his free hand. “Don’t worry, Spike,” he murmured, one slick finger sliding past the tight sac, “I’m going to make this so good for you that you’ll scream… my name.”

Spike gasped a bit as the finger worked its way into his ass. It had been a long while, just as he’d told Xander. Even when he’d gone out hunting partners, he’d always topped. Hell, the last time he’d been on the driven end had been when Angelus… He forced the thought away, not thrilled with the memory of himself in that raggedy old wheelchair.

He groaned softly, relaxing himself deliberately as that finger probed deeper. “Been screamin’ your name in the night for years, pet,” Spike admitted quietly, rocking his hips back and forth as a second finger joined the first. “You just weren’t there ta hear it…”

Harris smiled a bit at that, although he was more focused on how tightly Spike’s ass was gripping his fingers. “I’m here now,” he managed to say, forcing another finger into the tight hole and flexing them, finding the small, hard nub after another moment.

He chuckled as the vampire keened softly. “Like that, huh?”

It was a rhetorical question, of course, although it was answered with a longing groan.

Harris pulled his fingers from the grasping hole and rolled Spike fully onto his back, staring into his hot blue eyes. One arm slid down, raising a tight, pale leg up to his shoulder as his other hand-- the one still slick-- stroked over his own cock. The last thing he wanted was to remind Spike of the bad times he’d had.

The seeping tip of his lubricated cock pressed against Spike’s hole and he gasped. It was already too good. “Shit,” he mumbled. “I’m not gonna last, Spike, especially not when I’m watching you like this… but I’m still gonna be gentle…”

Spike growled again, arching into the light pressure. “Don’t need you ta be TOO gentle, do I? Not goin’ ta break, mate,” he moaned back, his arms reaching around Xander to pull him down and in suddenly.

They both gasped wickedly as Xander’s cock pierced him fully, driving into him until he felt the other man’s balls slap against his ass. “Bloody…”

“Yeah,” Harris groaned, his hips shifting just a bit from side to side as he settled himself and tried to think of anything but what he was doing, and with whom… and how much it must have hurt the vampire to take all of him in like that, so fast.

Spike’s brows rose a bit, then lowered again as he realized why Xander’s eye was closed so tightly. His hands moved to stroke the slightly stubbled face as he pulled the soft lips to his. “You feel perfect, luv,” he whispered after pulling away from the so-tempting mouth. “Fillin’ me th’ way you do… nothin’ but pleasure here, mate…” He arched his hips, trying to rock the thick, long cock inside him even deeper.

He hadn’t felt this out of control in years, Harris thought. Of course, he’d never been inside anyone who mattered as much as Spike did; not even his ex. He had to be good. Had to make the vampire want him again. If he didn’t, he’d… die, Harris figured. He’d never known anything like the sensation of being deep within Spike. Even his fantasies hadn’t come close. And now that he did know… there was no going back. Not even the smallest chance that he could let the man go.

Harris took a deep breath and forced himself not to cum as he pulled back a bit, then slid deep again, feeling the small nub within the vampire sliding along his cock. “Spike,” he breathed, clamping down again on the need to cum. “Gods… so good… so tight… Gods… you’re… perfect…”

“Per…fect… for you… maybe…” Spike moaned, his eyes clenched tightly against the need to cum already. He felt the long, thick cock inside him sliding against his prostate yet again and he growled, staring at the pulsing beat in his love’s neck. “One more time, Xan!” he demanded. “Hard an’ rough! Please!” Yeah, he was begging, but he really didn’t care.

Harris’s eye widened, then he smiled wickedly and pulled himself almost entirely from the tight, silken ass before slamming himself back in fully. He managed to repeat the action two more times, each effort rewarded by a long, drawn-out groan before he couldn’t stop.

One more deep, wild thrust had him arched and tense, his body pressing roughly into Spike’s through that one point of connection as he felt himself explode. His thick, rough shaft softened slightly and he pulled the blond closer.

“Maybe…?” Spike murmured, suddenly sure he was pushing things too fast. A good shag was one thing, but to ask the bloke if he was perfect for him? Maybe just a bit too much for the moment. Not that he didn’t want to know, but he’d be damned if he wanted to scare the man away.

“No maybe about it, Spike,” Harris finally said, pulling himself from the thoroughly plundered hole with a somewhat disappointed sigh. “You ARE perfect for me. Hell. Demon-magnet, remember?”

Spike chuckled softly, shifting in the strong human arms as he thought back to those days. “Yeah, I remember, luv… and if I hadn’t been cursed ta marry the Slayer, I’d have been the first of my ilk there. Would have pounded you into th’ floor, too.” Spike smirked, then considered. “Or th’ sadly inadequate sofa-bed you had then.”

Harris chuckled softly as his hands roamed the shape of his lover. “I think I like this bed better,” he murmured, fingers wrapping lightly around Spike’s still-hard cock. His own shaft was more like a limp noodle at the moment, but he figured that was fine. “Want you, Spike,” he whispered into the vampire’s ear. “Want to feel you nearly break me…”

And wasn’t that a fine kettle of fish, Spike asked himself silently, even while his mouth replied. “Goin’ ta do you so good, Xan… you won’t even think about goin’ back ta your Elliot… ever… even for play.”

Harris tried to speak, to explain again. But that was when Spike’s quickly lubed fingers found his asshole and he discovered that he couldn’t do anything but moan and shift himself between the fingers and the warming skin pressing against his once again hardening shaft. Besides, if Spike being jealous over Elliot got him this kind of treatment, he’d have to make a point of how much he loved his best friend.

The heat alone was stunning. Then again, he’d known it would be. Hell, the way the bloke’s cock had felt in him had made him surprised that he hadn’t burst into flames.

His fingers slid deeper, searching for that sensitive spot. When he found it, he purred, listening to the small whimpers it dragged from his beloved.

Sure, he reminded himself as he avoided that spot while he stretched his love as well as he could, he wanted this to be good for the man. As good as it had been when Xander’s cock had been in him. But he also wanted to take his time… and live up to his promise of stroking the bloke… inside and out.