Wishes

It feels like a million years since I last updated this story, probably the same for those of you who were waiting on this. I can only apologise for taking so long. I don't mean to give a list of excuses but I think too much of those that have reviewed and encouraged me not to apologies properly.
After almost loosing my mum to multiple kidney infections and spending months in and out of hospital in December our family was finally back on track and looking forward to Christmas when we got the diagnosis that my nan had cancer. Specialists told us there was nothing they could do and gave her five weeks to live. That was December 6. a month later exactly, we buried her (Those few sentences seem straight forward but fall far short of conveying the events that changed so much of my world).

Evidently my muse is as sentimental as I am for try as I might the words wouldn't come. But now, I'm back and working harder than ever to get this together.

I'm not sure its up to scratch. But Im going to put the time in to see that it gets there. Let me know if you spot anything that needs a tidy up, and although I don't deserve it I'd love to hear your thoughts.

I hope you enjoy

Suede
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The claim
They bumped shoulders as they came through the main doors. Xander pushing through the door before he stopped to think about what he was going to do. Full body shiver followed by lingering doubt. What could he possibly offer Spike. A quick glance at Spikes face and the shiver was back and it had brought friends. Spike’s bluer-than-blue eyes were currently undressing him and the trade mark smirk was firmly in place.
“Oi. No thinking, you’ll strain something” Xander’s indignant cry cut off by a surprised squeak as Spike smacked his ass before rubbing it sensually
“Now get this arse into the bedroom and then you can strain away luv”
Xander narrowed his eyes before playfully knocking Spike back a little. Smiling he ran into the main room. Spike smirked against the door frame. His boy is certainly full of surprises.

Once they made it to the bedroom Xander’s nervousness came back three fold. Xander felt his face grow warmer as Spike smiled. Spike had over a hundred years of experience. What could he possibly do for him? He was a nothing. What if he did something wrong. Spike looked so confident in the moonlight wearing it as comfortably as his trademark leathers. Pale skin seemingly absorbing the moonlight to glow brighter. Xander bit his lip and ducked his head to hide his eyes from view when he realized Spike was watching his less than stealthy observation.

*Spike*
Oh he’s blushing. Wonder how far down it goes. Makes me want to see where else I can get that blood to go.
I use one hand to raise his face.
“No more hiding luv. After tonight you don’t hide from me”
No words just a soft smile in response. I can still smell his fear though. Well I best get to work distracting him then!

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The darkness of the room limited Xander’s vision and he strained his ears trying to keep his equilibrium. But unfortunately for him it just made him hyper aware of every shift in movement Spike made as he sauntered closer and slipped behind him.

Pale hands slid down his arms before crossing over his stomach. Xander leaned his head back onto Spike’s shoulder subconsciously exposing his throat.
Spike slipped cool fingers under the collar of his shirt slipping it open even further. He smoothed the dark material out of the way and kissed the pulse point.
“Here luv. Here is where I’ll claim you. You’ll wear my mark here for the rest of you life” he nipped at the spot once, careful not to break the skin yet.
“Let all those others look at what they can’t touch.”
He pulled back a little growling. “At least they better not touch if they don’t want me to rip their bloody arms off”
Xander chuckled “Threatening to maim for me. How romantic”
“Damn right pet. But don’t let it get around, got my reputation to think of” and with that he swept back down and caught Xander in another kiss that left him gasping.

Spike took a step back tugging Xander closer to the bed. Xander following willingly, his tension had faded away at the last comment and he was now content to trust Spike to lead him through this. Safe in the knowledge that Spike wouldn’t let him make any mistakes. Spike smiled and arranged Xander on their bed before straddling his hips and grinning down at the flushed human before dropping his mouth to nip at the exposed throat and down his boys chest which was heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. Spike not missing and inch of his flesh with lips or tongue. Mapping and memorizing the skin and responses of his boy. Being this close the smell of his arousal was pushing Spike along faster than he had intended and he pulled back.

Spike
“You’re a real treat pet”
His eyes are glazed when he looks at me and it takes him a bit to focus.
“Yep real nummy, moist and delicious” He laughs a little and I can’t help but feel the surge of pride that he will soon be my consort, my claimed. My demon rushes to the surface. I can feel my vision sharpen and looking down into his face I’m stunned to see the smile turn coy and his hand rise to my brow. I expected some fear at least; he’s seen the damage my kind can do. The confident, gentle brushes of fingers from brow to chin are followed by lips and again he’s surprised me. I don’t know why I’m surprised boy knows what bumps in the night after all, seems like he’s learnt the best way to bump back. I can’t wait much longer. My demon has been pushing at me to claim him and with him beneath me, my controls almost gone. Time to move the festivities along a bit I reckon. I start pushing the now fully undone dress shirt off I’m suddenly desperate to reach the skin underneath. A growl slips out when it bunches behind Xander restraining him, a sudden fear taking me, not something I’ve felt for a long time. I’m sure that this is it. I’m sure that now he will realize the true nature of the man above him and pull away. Not even half a second later Xander whines in his throat and bucks underneath me testing the bonds only once before relaxing again.

I groan. Sodding Hell. Boys likely to kill me again if he keeps this up.
The lips on mine nip and I look to him his eyes are dark with lust. Looks good on him, might stay this way for a week or two, just us wrapped up here. Me putting that look in his eyes as much as possible. As my plans go its one of my best.
*Xander*
For someone with no body temperature of their own Spike feels like a furnace where we touch my heat warms us both. Every touch of his skin makes me hotter still and him through me. He’s staring again. That slightly nervous look and I both hate it and love it. Hate it because he is a master vampire, lord of the hell mouth and shouldn’t have anything to fear and I especially hate that he looks that way because of me. But on the other hand I really truly do love it as it reflects his feelings for me. Me, Xander Harris, the loser, the dounut boy the Zeppo. I matter enough that this hundred year old master worries about me, my feelings and wishes. Power like that can go to your head pretty quickly, both of them. I nip a little harder and there is blood in my mouth. My breath catches as he smirks down at me fully in control again and I realize my beast is well and truly loose tonight.

*Spike*
The sting of the bite on my lip and tasting my blood in his mouth was very nearly my undoing. So it’s only fair I retaliate. I slide down his body destination in mind but get momentarily distracted by his chest. Not very defined but with a tantalizing hit of what he will become and I have to stop and worship it. He’s so sensitive here I can’t help but chuckle and he shudders at the vibration. Note to self if he is this sensitive now see about getting them pierced as a present to us both.

I have to start preparing him now. If I go much further the demon will not be able to give him that consideration. As it is the restraint of not marking him, taking as my demon demands has me being rougher than I’d like. And I can see the beginning of bruises where I’ve griped him close.
He tenses as I slide past his belly button so I pause occupying myself by sweeping my tongue across his skin, salty with sweat and into his navel. Thrusting my tongue in and out in a prelude of things to come. When tense muscles relax I slide lower placing a kiss to the hip bone before reaching off the bed into the bag Dru left for the slick. Was a time I’d have just used blood to ease the way, either cutting of simply thrusting and making use of the result. But not for him. It will never be that way between us; I’ve come to love him too much for that. I’ve heard what they say in the watcher chronicles. They say a demon cannot love. But for that to be true we would also be unable to hate, for they are but two sides of a coin and never far removed from each other. Listen to me, prattling on like some bloody awful poet when I should be focused on the claiming of my boy.

The lube is cold and he jumps a little as it touches his hole. He’s looking down at me, ever the curious kitten this one. I reach in a bit further and his eyes roll back. I can’t help the smirk on my face and he laughs a little breathless sound before letting his head fall back to the pillow.

*Xander*
Oh god I have to thank Cordy. I should do that as soon as my brain starts up again which won’t be for a while if he keeps doing that. His fingers find that place again and I’m reaching to him desperate to hold him again. And he’s already there, as if he knew what I was thinking. As if he knows how important it is too me to face him - face this head on and this is his way of letting me know its ok with him. If I hadn’t already I think this would be enough to fall for him.

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“Ready love?” For one who doesn’t have to breathe Spikes voice sounds awfully breathless. Xander nods kissing Spike again letting it say everything he can’t. He’s pretty sure he could happily spend the rest of his life like this.
Spike struggles for control as he lines his leaking erection up with Xander’s now loosened hole. Xander wiggling around trying to find relief for his over stimulated body. First push and their entire world narrows down to the place where they are joined. Spike knows they won’t last this time. They are both too worked up and are just desperate for release. He’d like to make it last hours, have his boy begging for Spike to take him but knows there will be other times for that.

As they feel their peak approaching Spike leans down placing a single reverent kiss on the spot where he will claim his intended.

And as his fangs slip deep into the muscle and they both shudder with the first shocks of orgasm there is only enough time and space for one thought echoed between them both.

Finally

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I'm afraid there is angst ahead.

Next chapter: The reality of it

Let me know what you think
Suede
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