Old Enemies... (S/X)

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Part 11

“Tell me, pet,” Spike groaned, his hips moving slowly but surely as he rocked within the brunette beneath him. “Tell me…” He could smell it, but he needed to hear it. Even with nobody else there, he needed Xander to say it out loud, no matter what. Hell, he just needed to know it for himself. “Say it, luv…” he groaned, eyes locked on the side of his lover’s neck.

Harris pressed back, taking the long, thick cock deeper into his yearning ass. He didn’t know exactly what Spike wanted to hear, but he’d do or say just about anything to keep him from stopping. He was so close…

He rocked back harder, his anus stretched beyond what he’d always assumed was the breaking point. His hips shifted, forcing the cock to slide along that tiny spot within him, and he gasped. “Want you,” he finally groaned. “Always… never gonna stop! Think… I always… did…”

His neck arched harder, bending wickedly as he felt his sac drawing up tight to his body. “Spike…! Please! I don’t want to cum without you!”

And that was all he’d needed to hear, Spike told himself as he slammed deeper, harder, more roughly into Xander’s ass. He was almost afraid to take the offered neck, but he just couldn’t help it. He’d planned on waiting til the bloke told him he loved him, but… hell, he could always bite him again then. He was looking forward to it, in fact. He let his true face slip out yet again and rested his lips against the sweating, pounding pulse.

His cock swelled, spewing harshly and repeatedly into the human as his teeth pierced sweet, innocent flesh for the first time in years and he came again, moaning his beloved’s name… his claimed’s name. “Xander…!”

Coming down from the blood-high took a while but when he did he found his cock still buried deep inside his human. And Xander really was his now. He’d ensured it with the intent behind his bite. He purred softly, still drinking from the perfect font before him. “Til th’ day I die, luv,” he murmured, groaning his satisfaction into the still air, the sound echoed happily by the young man surrounding him.

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Harris woke slowly, confused for a moment by the shock of blond hair he could just see over the back of his shoulder. Of course, he was also confused to find himself mostly on his stomach, one knee flexed against the soft, smooth sheets to allow his shaft a bit of room. He moaned softly, languidly, his body relaxed completely in the unusual position.

Spike chuckled, his tongue passing slowly over the mark he’d given Xander the night before. His hips shifted just enough to remind the man of exactly where his cock had spent the night… and where it still was. “Mornin’, luv,” he murmured, one hand slipping between the brunette’s chest and the sheets to pinch lightly at a suddenly pointed nipple. “Sleep well?’ He pulled back slightly, then slid deep again, almost purring at the sensation of his love finally awakening.

“Oh… Gods… yes,” he finally answered, not sure of whether he was answering the question or simply stating his approval of Spike’s actions. He rolled back slightly, pressing harder against the vampire’s warmed skin, shuddering slightly at how right it felt to be there with him. He moved one hand behind him, twisting slightly to press his palm against the small of Spike’s back. He could barely make out the small edges of light around the curtained and shaded windows as he let out a deep, breathy sigh. “Gods, Spike… you feel so…”

“Deep?” the accented voice replied sensually, “Hard…? So thick and full of cum for you that it’s amazin’ I’ve held on for the almost four hours you’ve been sleepin’…?” He pulled back again, leaving just the thick, seeping head inside Xander’s hole as his hand moved from the peaked nipple down over quivering flesh, circling the bloke’s navel. “ ‘s been equal parts dream an’ nightmare, Xan… surrounded by the heat of you but wantin’ ta fill you so full of me you’d be carryin’ my scent for days… wantin’ ta cum over an’ over in your hot, tight ass, but not wantin’ ta cum without hearin’ my name on your lips…”

Harris almost whimpered at both words and tone, then did whimper as Spike’s hand slipped from his navel to the head of his cock, fingers wrapping almost painfully tight around it and sliding down to the base ever so slowly, matched exactly by the slow slide of the vampire’s cock back into his willing ass. “Spike…” he gasped.

“That’s right, luv,” Spike whispered back, his lips brushing lightly against the younger man’s ear, “Spike. It’s Spike inside you, makin’ your whole body cry out for release… ‘s Spike fillin’ you so right an’ good that nobody else will ever satisfy you again… Spike… makin’ luv ta your hot, human body… makin’ ya his…” His hips moved faster, harder, the words focusing him as well as the young man on exactly how connected they were. He shuddered a little, still matching the motion of his fist to his thrusts as his other hand took a firm grip on the man’s hip.

His heart was beating so fast he thought it might burst, but if it did, then what a way to go. His fingers on the vampires back flexed spasmodically as he arched and bowed, pressing back harder as the thrusts grew in strength and speed, and forward into the somewhat rough fist. His eye clenched tightly shut as his head tipped back, resting on the shoulder of the man inside him and he felt those soft, full lips close over the pierced flesh from the night before, the sensation of gentle suction just about doing him in.

Harris’s body froze, unable to choose between the differing sensations, and when Spike suddenly slammed deeper yet into him, his fist sliding to the base of Harris’s cock as just one sharp tooth scraped over nearly healed flesh, the human screamed, loud and long.

Spike’s shout joined Xander’s, his long-denied erection finally allowed its completion. Fingers dug deep into muscle and skin while his other hand milked his love’s shaft skillfully, wickedly, pulling every possible drop of pleasure from him as his own shaft swelled even more, fighting the tightening of the perfect home it had found before spilling long and hard, overflowing the tight channel in a violent tide of thick, white fluid.

It was a good five minutes before even Spike could manage to speak, and when he did, he was determined to keep it light. He wouldn’t speak of loving the man, or of what it meant to him that Xander was here in his bed, in his arms. Keep it light, he told himself again. There would be time later to explain about the bite, and what it truly meant to offer yourself up to a Master Vampire, even one with a soul. Perhaps especially one with a soul. He somehow thought the young man might get a little… worried about that. But that was for later. For now…

Well, for now, Spike just purred lazily, holding the human’s back against his chest, his cock still deep inside that tight sheath, although it was considerably less tight at the moment than it had been the night before. His fingers traced idle patterns across Xander’s chest as he listened to his heartbeat and breathing becoming less and less erratic.

When the time came for words, Spike chuckled softly and kissed the man’s shoulder, sucking the flesh until a small bruise appeared. “You did ask for a noon wake up call… right, mate?”

Harris laughed, then moaned as the action set the vampire’s cock to hardening within him once again. “Gods, Spike, you’re like the energizer vamp with that thing, aren’t you?”

“Only with you, Xan,” Spike murmured, hands still languidly stroking flesh. “Only with you…”

And finally, Harris agreed with Elliot. He would definitely have to hire a service to wake him up… assuming he could afford Spike’s fees.