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BtVS Crossovers › Anita Blake/BtVS
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
17
Views:
14,828
Reviews:
40
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
1
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I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS), or the Anita Blake world and/or series, nor any of the characters from them. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 13
Author Note: Love the reviews! xoxoxo Keep them coming. This chapter was beta read by my wonderful beta Tish.
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Chapter 13
The scent of dead leaves and heat grew stronger as he was pulled flush against the brunet’s hard chest. He felt Xander's hot breath against his face, breathing his scent. His presence pulsed against his body like a steady drum and wereleopard grew dizzy as the power washed over him like a rising tide. A fissure of fear ran through his body as strong hands pulled roughly at his clothes and for just a moment Nathaniel thought about running, but Xander had promised never to hurt him, and Nathaniel forced his body to relax as he was pushed to the floor. Warm hands worked their way under the wereleopard’s shirt, roaming over his stomach and chest. The muscles in his stomach uncoiled than melted like butter under the brunet's firm touch.
His jeans fell away from his skin, exposing his bare ass to the air as Xander continued to palm his rear end with his hands. Spreading the cheeks wide, Xander stooped down to sniff Nathaniel heady arousal; but it wasn’t enough, and the wereleopard squeaked in surprise when he felt a warm wet tongue licked the base of his balls and shivered with pleasure as the brunet swiped his long tongue from the perineum to the crack of his ass. By the time Xander had finished tongue fucking him Nathaniel was panting with need.
Then suddenly there was a flash of pain as strong thighs pressed against his ribcage. Xander mounted him and with one quick thrust buried his full length deep within his rectum with a groan of satisfaction. The larger man wound long auburn strands of hair around his fist and pulled Nathaniel's head back, forcing the wereleopard to impale himself on his big hard cock. Xander growled with pleasure as he deepened his strokes, fucking him slow and hard, letting him feel every delicious inch of his cock. Pain bled into pleasure and their bodies began to rock against each other as one. Xander jerked the auburn haired man’s head to the side and grazed sharp canine teeth across his throat. Nathaniel felt Xander's lips part and formed silent words against his skin and when the wereleopard’s realized that Xander was saying his name over and over again, he came.
***
Anita was waiting for him when he left Xander a few hours later.
“Where is he?”
“He's asleep,” answered Nathaniel quietly as he gently shut the door.
The executioner's dark eyes hardened until the only emotion that was shining through her eyes was rage. “Did he hurt you? If he did, I'll…”
“No, he didn't.”
Anita's eyes soften just a bit as she placed her hand on his shoulder. “Are you sure?”
“Yeah,” said Nathaniel as he ran his fingers through his hair.
“What's that on your neck?”
“Nothing,” said Nathaniel a little too quickly.
“Let me see,” and before Nathaniel could stop her Anita had brushed his hair away from his neck, revealing the bite marks Xander had given him in the moment of passion.
Suddenly what little humanity left in her eyes was gone and Nathaniel now found himself staring at the face of death. “I thought you said he didn't hurt you.”
“He didn't.” he stammered.
“Then what the hell is that?” exploded the Executioner as gestured wildly in the general direction of his neck.
“Nothing.”
“Don't lie to me Nathaniel.”
“I'm not.”
Nathaniel’s voice sounded earnest and Anita would have believed him if she hadn't seen the evidence for herself. She had seen similar marks on Nathaniel before he had came to stay with her. These marks weren't nearly as bad as those, but they reminded Anita of the many nights she spent patching up the wereleopard up after a particularly zealous date. “Why are you protecting him? If he forced you, I don't care how strong he is. I'll take him down.”
“He didn't force me.”
“How could you say that? I know what I saw and he didn't look like he was going to take no for an answer.”
“Because I wanted it,” said Nathaniel dreamily as he brushed the fading bite mark on his neck.
***
Nathaniel curled around the slumbering body lying next to him and sighed. Anita was not happy when she left and she was even less happy when Nathaniel chose to stay at the circus until Xander woke. She raged and yelled until Nathaniel was in tears. He knew she was disappointed in him, but Anita wanted things from him that he wasn't sure that he could give. She wanted him to be his own man, more assertive and outspoken. But Nathaniel didn't know how to be any of those things.
Anita was far too alpha to comprehend what it meant to be a submissive. She didn't understand the desperate desire to be claimed, to belong to someone. She had tried but she couldn't see past her own beliefs and only saw it as another form of slavery. However, what Anita didn't realize was that he wanted things too; things that she, being who she was, could never give him. Xander turned in his sleep murmuring something about a flying monkey and the wereleopard smiled. No, Xander was nothing like Anita. He snuggled deeper into the brunet's arms and allowed his quiet snores to lull him to sleep.
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Chapter 13
The scent of dead leaves and heat grew stronger as he was pulled flush against the brunet’s hard chest. He felt Xander's hot breath against his face, breathing his scent. His presence pulsed against his body like a steady drum and wereleopard grew dizzy as the power washed over him like a rising tide. A fissure of fear ran through his body as strong hands pulled roughly at his clothes and for just a moment Nathaniel thought about running, but Xander had promised never to hurt him, and Nathaniel forced his body to relax as he was pushed to the floor. Warm hands worked their way under the wereleopard’s shirt, roaming over his stomach and chest. The muscles in his stomach uncoiled than melted like butter under the brunet's firm touch.
His jeans fell away from his skin, exposing his bare ass to the air as Xander continued to palm his rear end with his hands. Spreading the cheeks wide, Xander stooped down to sniff Nathaniel heady arousal; but it wasn’t enough, and the wereleopard squeaked in surprise when he felt a warm wet tongue licked the base of his balls and shivered with pleasure as the brunet swiped his long tongue from the perineum to the crack of his ass. By the time Xander had finished tongue fucking him Nathaniel was panting with need.
Then suddenly there was a flash of pain as strong thighs pressed against his ribcage. Xander mounted him and with one quick thrust buried his full length deep within his rectum with a groan of satisfaction. The larger man wound long auburn strands of hair around his fist and pulled Nathaniel's head back, forcing the wereleopard to impale himself on his big hard cock. Xander growled with pleasure as he deepened his strokes, fucking him slow and hard, letting him feel every delicious inch of his cock. Pain bled into pleasure and their bodies began to rock against each other as one. Xander jerked the auburn haired man’s head to the side and grazed sharp canine teeth across his throat. Nathaniel felt Xander's lips part and formed silent words against his skin and when the wereleopard’s realized that Xander was saying his name over and over again, he came.
***
Anita was waiting for him when he left Xander a few hours later.
“Where is he?”
“He's asleep,” answered Nathaniel quietly as he gently shut the door.
The executioner's dark eyes hardened until the only emotion that was shining through her eyes was rage. “Did he hurt you? If he did, I'll…”
“No, he didn't.”
Anita's eyes soften just a bit as she placed her hand on his shoulder. “Are you sure?”
“Yeah,” said Nathaniel as he ran his fingers through his hair.
“What's that on your neck?”
“Nothing,” said Nathaniel a little too quickly.
“Let me see,” and before Nathaniel could stop her Anita had brushed his hair away from his neck, revealing the bite marks Xander had given him in the moment of passion.
Suddenly what little humanity left in her eyes was gone and Nathaniel now found himself staring at the face of death. “I thought you said he didn't hurt you.”
“He didn't.” he stammered.
“Then what the hell is that?” exploded the Executioner as gestured wildly in the general direction of his neck.
“Nothing.”
“Don't lie to me Nathaniel.”
“I'm not.”
Nathaniel’s voice sounded earnest and Anita would have believed him if she hadn't seen the evidence for herself. She had seen similar marks on Nathaniel before he had came to stay with her. These marks weren't nearly as bad as those, but they reminded Anita of the many nights she spent patching up the wereleopard up after a particularly zealous date. “Why are you protecting him? If he forced you, I don't care how strong he is. I'll take him down.”
“He didn't force me.”
“How could you say that? I know what I saw and he didn't look like he was going to take no for an answer.”
“Because I wanted it,” said Nathaniel dreamily as he brushed the fading bite mark on his neck.
***
Nathaniel curled around the slumbering body lying next to him and sighed. Anita was not happy when she left and she was even less happy when Nathaniel chose to stay at the circus until Xander woke. She raged and yelled until Nathaniel was in tears. He knew she was disappointed in him, but Anita wanted things from him that he wasn't sure that he could give. She wanted him to be his own man, more assertive and outspoken. But Nathaniel didn't know how to be any of those things.
Anita was far too alpha to comprehend what it meant to be a submissive. She didn't understand the desperate desire to be claimed, to belong to someone. She had tried but she couldn't see past her own beliefs and only saw it as another form of slavery. However, what Anita didn't realize was that he wanted things too; things that she, being who she was, could never give him. Xander turned in his sleep murmuring something about a flying monkey and the wereleopard smiled. No, Xander was nothing like Anita. He snuggled deeper into the brunet's arms and allowed his quiet snores to lull him to sleep.