Becoming

Chapter 12
What? Again?! Oh alright then…


Xander’s moans were greedily swallowed by Spike as he eagerly tugged the larger man over to the couch, Xander gasped as cool hands pulled at his shirt until Spike drew back with a snarl and ripped the material straight off Xander’s chest. He opened his mouth to tell Spike off, he loved that T-shirt, but the look in Spike’s eyes stopped him, that bright blue gaze burned a trail across Xander’s now exposed skin as he devoured Xander with his eyes. Xander arched into an invisible touch as Spike’s gaze landed on the straining bulge in his pants. “Pants off now Xander, unless you want them tearing to shreds too” Spike warned, his voice low and husky as he pulled his own T-shirt up and over his head revealing marble white skin and Xander was suddenly overwhelmed with the urge to lick and possibly bite every inch of it. Xander’s numb fingers fumbled at his waistband, he kept shooting nervous glances towards the bedroom door until Spike placed cool hands over his and helped him slide his pants down, reassuring him “I can hear their heartbeats luv, both sound asleep. You don’t really think I want the Slayer walking in on me doing you do you pet?” Xander laughed between gasped breaths “Like you’d care, hell she’d probably decide that she wants you for herself if she saw you naked-“ he was cut off when Spike’s cool hand wrapped itself around the base of his cock “nnghh, Christ warn a guy can’t you Spike” he gasped then stuffed his fist into his mouth to muffle the noises that Spike was wringing from him. Spike slowed his pace and whispered to him “don’t see yourself too clearly do you pet? M’not worried about her wanting me, but by all that’s unholy Xan-pet, if you could see yourself now. All hard and aching, needy for me, for my touch, my voice, my body” the possessiveness in Spike’s voice was unmistakable and with every growled repetition of ‘my’ Xander shuddered and grew just a little harder “Christ Xan, someone would have to be made of stone to not want you if they saw you like this and I’m never going to let you go Xan, you’re mine now like I’m yours” Xander was breathless at Spike’s declaration, the concept of Spike always wanting him, despite the fact that they’d both said as much more than once throughout this mad cap few days still stunned him. Spike obviously saw his silence as acquiescence and leaning forward he licked a line along Xander’s throat, pausing to nibble on the healing bite mark he’d left the night before.


Xander bucked as the sensation on the claim mark shot directly to his groin like they were connected. He gasped for breath and struggled to remember why this was a bad idea only to be suddenly reminded when he moaned loudly and heard Spike’s low chuckle. His eyes fluttered open and he saw that they were in the kitchen, when and how they’d made it there he wasn’t sure but he allowed Spike to tug him over to the breakfast bar and with some gentle arranging from Spike he found himself draped over the surface, his chest pressed against the cool tile with his legs spread and ass pushed out. He felt Spike’s hand trace its way along his spine and over the curve of his ass before circling his quivering hole. Xander groaned and tried to thrust backwards, urging Spike to enter him with his finger but Spike kept teasingly edging further back with each abortive thrust. Xander was almost sobbing and although the sounds were muffled by Spike’s hand he knew it would only get louder. He felt Spike shift behind him and was helpless against the full body shiver that was induced when Spike settled his weight over him and he felt the blonde’s unnecessary breaths against his ear and neck.


He was confused when suddenly the comforting and exciting weight disappeared, he tried to turn but cool hands gripped his hips firmly, allowing no movement “sssh, m’not going anywhere pet. Still here, gonna make you feel so good Xan, you’re gonna love this, I promise” Spike murmured to him whilst he massaged the globes of Xander’s ass. He felt the soothing motions become full of intent and he felt the caress of cool air against his burning flesh as his cheeks were pried apart. He tried to relax, anticipating Spike’s next actions and then choked on a scream when he felt the slick coolness of Spike’s tongue as it swiped across his puckered entrance. His knees buckled and only Spike’s vampire strength and speed kept him standing, gentle hands supported him by the hips until he caught a breath and the stars disappeared from in front of his eyes. Spike pulled back a little and Xander looked over his shoulder “you OK there pet?” the concern in Spike’s voice was genuine but underneath it was a current of amusement, Xander nodded, still not completely able to form words, Spike nodded once then returned to his task. Xander bucked and writhed under Spike’s ministrations, when Spike’s tongue pressed insistently against him and finally breached the ring of muscle to flick along his inner walls Xander’s world narrowed to a single point, when that inhumanly flexible tongue managed to locate his prostrate and the sensation of the tip of that tongue rasping across the delicate nub Xander knew it was all over.


He opened his mouth in a silent scream, his entire body froze, each muscle taut as he hung suspended over the void between perfect agony and ecstasy. Suddenly he felt the cool hardness of Spike pressed against him, “quiet now pet” Spike’s voice was breathy in his ear as he slowly pushed himself into Xander. Xander’s head flopped back to rest against Spike’s shoulder, he turned, blindly searching and was immediately rewarded with an urgent kiss, Spike rolled his hips and greedily swallowed Xander’s moan. One cool hand went to Xander’s hip, gripping hard enough to leave bruises the other fastened over Xander’s mouth muffling any sounds. Spike set a brutal pace, slamming into Xander hard, each thrust unerringly brushing Xander’s prostrate. Xander fought against his orgasm, wanting to tip into oblivion with Spike, he clenched his muscles around Spike on the next thrust in and was rewarded with a strangled groan from Spike. The grip on his hip tightened and the slight edge of pain did nothing to dampen Xander’s impending release, if anything it seemed to bring it closer. Giving up the fight he let his head fall back again until it rested on Spike’s shoulder and as he let the wave break over him and felt the white hot heat crackle along his spine as his balls drew up he sighed in utter contentment “yours”. Spike’s rhythm faltered then immediately restarted, harder and faster than ever, he felt cool breath ghost along the juncture where neck and shoulder met before he heard the whispered “mine” and felt the sharp press of fangs. As Spike’s orgasm slammed into him he screamed, the sound muffled by Xander’s body who for a second was convinced he could feel Spike’s heartbeat until he realised it was his own reverberating through Spike. The sensation of his blood leaving him as Spike drew deep and the pulsing of Spike’s release deep inside him pushed Xander higher than he’d thought possible. As Spike withdrew his fangs and pressed his forehead against the nape of Xander’s neck he sobbed low and quiet until he felt reassuring hands running across his torso, light fluttering touches intended to soothe not arouse. He felt Spike slip out of him and whined at the loss, Spike’s chuckle sent a shiver along his spine. He was aware of movement and for a moment thought he was flying or floating but it wasn’t until Spike gently sat him back on the couch that he realised that Spike had physically lifted and carried him over there.


He was aware of Spike’s presence shifting around the apartment and heard running water but was still startled enough to open his eyes at the touch of something warm and wet on his groin. He glanced down to see Spike kneeling in front of him, gently cleaning him up before patting him dry with a soft towel and gently tugging a pair of sweat pants up Xander’s jelly-like legs and with what felt like a Herculean effort on his part he lifted his hips enough to allow Spike to cover his modesty. He was distracted by the small smile that kept playing around Spike’s lips, it wasn’t one that he’d seen before. He was intimately familiar with his usual smirk, then there was the smirk that said ‘I’m thinking about doing naughty things to you’, the blinding, genuine smile that slipped out when he was truly happy and forgot about his ‘Big Bad’ attitude but this one was something knew. “What’s so funny?” he asked, Spike finished tying the sweats he’d slipped into and sat on the couch next to Xander, his feet drawn up and Xander sensing through the bond that he hated getting cold feet snagged the throw that was on the back of the couch and tugging Spike until he lay resting against Xander’s chest he draped the throw over them both. Spike snuggled into the warmth of Xander and said “mmm s’nice, should really go get you some orange juice and a biccie though luv, got a bit carried away” he admittedly sheepishly. Xander blinked “a what?”, “a what, what?” Spike retorted “what the hell is a biccie?” Xander laughed then laughed again at Spike’s scowl “a biccie! S’a biscuit yeah? You Yanks call it a cookie but a cookies a type of biscuit not bloody all of them” before Spike could start a rant on the many failings of American’s including but not limited to their poor attempts at brewing beer, how they strapped on 50 pounds of padding like ‘nancy boys’ to play something called rugby, and last but not least their bastardisation of the ‘Queens English’, all of which Xander had heard previous rants regarding he decided to take pre-emptive action and he muffled Spike’s curses with a kiss, “mmmpf” Spike protested before giving himself over to the persistent lapping of Xander’s tongue at the seam of his lips, he pulled away as Xander began to get breathless “m’still right, you still need some sugar in you pet” he breathed before kissing Xander again. This time when he pulled away though he stayed away and slipped from underneath the throw to patter into the kitchen.


Xander lay there, aware that his lethargy was partly due to blood loss and yet unable to find the energy to worry about it, if Spike wasn’t worried then he wasn’t. When Spike returned he struggled to drag himself into a sitting position and with Spike’s help made it. He gulped down the OJ that was placed in his hand and then started on the plate of cookies that had appeared. As he swallowed the first mouthful he gave a muted groan of bliss, willow-cookies! With the extra chocolate chips! He was in cookie heaven. He polished off a few more and then pushed the plate towards Spike whose eyes lit up just a little, oh yeah, Spike had tried these babies before and knew how good they were. Between them they finished off the plate and sat back, replete and sated in every way, Spike pulled at Xander until he was lying on the couch, his head in Spike’s lap and clever hands started to card through his hair, playing with each curl. “So?...” Xander prompted, still curious as to the reason for Spike’s secretive smile that had made an appearance again. “So what?” Spike asked, the smile widening just a little, “what’s with the smile? You look, different somehow. What’s changed?” “You have luv” Spike answered softly as the hands got gentler and Xander felt sleep creeping over him “c’mon Spike, what’s that supposed to mean?” he whined as he fought to keep his eyes open, fingers ghosted over his face, air light touches against his cheeks, his now closed eyes and his lips. As Xander slipped into slumber he heard Spike say “I tasted it, you’re happy luv, truly truly happy and if you’re happy so am I. That’s why I’m smiling”, Xander fell asleep with his own secret little smile on his face.


Xander stretched lazily, enjoying the warmth of the sun on his face contrasting with the coolness of Spike pressed wrapped around him. As consciousness slowly asserted itself however he quickly realised that something was very wrong. Warmth, sun and Spike? Wait! Sun and Spike, that was so not of the good. He jolted awake and the movement woke Spike. “S’up, bloody hell we’re not under attack are we?” Spike muttered blearily as he attempted to untangle himself from Xander, somehow they have managed to entwine their legs together whilst sleeping on the narrow couch. As Spike got to his feet and extended a hand to help Xander up, Xander however was stunned and simply sat there staring at Spike. They had closed the blinds last night but had forgotten to pull the heavy drapes across and slivers of sunlight had seeped into the room. One of those slivers now lay directly across Spike’s bare arm which was still outstretched, reaching towards Xander and yet there was no smoke, no burning flesh. Xander turned to stare at where their heads had been only minutes ago and saw another beam of light, it had been shining directly on their faces and yet Spike was fine, unharmed and seemingly unaware of this latest development.


“Xan? Xan-pet you OK?” Xander could feel the anxiety thrumming through Spike, “I’m fine Spike, honestly. I was worried about you but now it’s all fine” Spike cocked his head, eyebrow raised and waited. “Spike, look at your arm” Xander said quietly, he saw the blondes glance flicker to his arm then back to Xander, “yeah, so s’an arm pet. Not a bad arm if I say so myself but all the same…” Spike trailed off as his glance went back to the appendage, “m’not on fire” he said slowly in a wondering tone as the penny finally dropped, “no, no you’re not” Xander agreed with a grin on his face. “I’m not on fire luv” Spike whooped and dragged Xander into a standing position and proceeded to kiss him passionately. Just then the bedroom door opened, Buffy and Dawn emerged and looked at the two men in confusion “ummm, did we miss something?” Buffy asked at the same time as Dawn gasped “Spike, the sun!”. Spike pulled away from a by now breathless Xander, they saw the understanding bloom on Buffy’s face and then the grin that followed “s’right pet. I’m in the sun and I’m not on fire!” Spike dashed across the room and scooped Dawn into his arms, whirling her round in a tight hug before repeating the action with Buffy who squealed when he swung her round. Spike darted back to Xander who laughing took a step back, his hands held up in supplication “oh no mister, there will be no swinging of the Xan-man”. Spike growled at him low and playful before springing and knocking Xander to the ground, however his arms held Xander securely and when they hit the ground Xander felt it no more than he would have the impact of landing on a feather bed. Spike dragged his tongue along the healed claim mark and growled in his ear “oh no pet, I have better plans for celebrating with you, just as soon as we get Slayer and the Bit out of here”. Xander whimpered pathetically as he felt himself get hard immediately “Spike, I can’t take this kind of teasing right now” he gasped and he felt Spike’s amusement through the link. Spike chuckled ruefully then pulled himself to standing, helping Xander to his feet and positioning himself in front of him so that Xander could hide his hardness whilst he mentally pictured the most un-erotic images he could, willing his hardness and the fast building need he felt to dissipate before it got out of hand.


After a moment Xander felt comfortable enough to stop hiding behind Spike, moving towards the kitchen and keeping his back to Buffy and Dawn, he wasn’t that ready just yet he called over his shoulder. “So, you Summers ladies ready for a famous Xander Harris breakfast special?” Dawn, started to follow him almost immediately “ooooh, will there be pancakes involved?” Buffy however merely stood there facing Spike, she shook her head as though to clear it and said “I am so going to pretend that didn’t happen” Spike smirked at her and said “c’mon Slayer, there’s pancakes awaiting”. Spike, Buffy and Dawn sat at the table waiting for breakfast, Xander had told Buffy and Dawn that he was cooking for them which meant that they couldn’t help, and he had kicked Spike out of the cooking area after Spike had distracted him for the fifth time by licking pancake batter from his finger in a distracting manner. He grinned to himself as he heard Spike and dawn ganging up on Buffy about a dress she wanted to buy. Dawn was trying to tell her that it didn’t suit her and after describing it to Spike he had agreed wholeheartedly telling her “honestly luv I never had the heart to tell you but purple has never been your colour, washes you out and that pet. Stick to the creams and blacks yeah?” Suppressing a snort at Buffy’s outraged spluttering he hummed under his breath, life was good right now, nothing could possibly go wrong…. Ooops.


AN – If anyone’s following this story then I apologise for the delay and the short chapter, contracting Swine Flu and spending a few weeks in the ICU unit was possibly the most humiliating experience of my life to date. May have neglected to mention that I am the clinical lead for pandemic planning in the same hospital I was admitted to. How I neglected to notice the fact that I was walking round with a temperature of over 42 degrees is bewildering to me even now…

All better now though and the time I have to recuperate at home means I should be able to wrap this story up soon.