A World of Their Own

Part 14

"God, it is good to be home!" Xander flung himself down on the bed and groaned as Spike settled himself on top of him. He wrapped his arms around his lover and sighed in contentment.

"Well, if I remember correctly, it was your idea to go away in the first place. 'Let’s go explore, Spike. See what else is out there, Spike.' I was perfectly happy right here." Spike buried his face in Xander’s neck and began sucking lightly on the salty tasting skin. He really hadn't minded the impromptu trip; he just enjoyed giving Xander a hard time about things. Speaking of which...

"Spiiiike, you have got to be kidding me. I'm exhausted." Xander whined as he felt Spike grind into him. One thing was certain, no matter how tired he might be, his body always responded to Spike's attempts to seduce him. He felt the vampire chuckle against his neck, right before he felt twin pricks of pleasure/pain. For some reason, having Spike bite him always got him hot.

"Not that exhausted, luv. Come on, we'll shag and then you can take a nap while I heat up the bath, okay?" That would practically guarantee him acquiescence. Xander had done nothing the past month but bitch about how he missed the tub. He knew his boy would do anything for a hot bath. "Just lie back and let me take care of everything."

Just laying back and letting Spike do all the work sounded like something Xander could do. As he felt Spike’s hands begin stroking his skin he moaned in approval, oh yeah this was definitely a good idea. Sleep could wait - at least for a little while.

Spike smiled as he felt Xander surrender to his touch. He was always so open, so responsive. He could see now, why Anya had fallen for this man. A demon - whether she was without her power or not, she was at heart, still a demon - who had spent over a thousand years dishing out punishment and torture to millions of men, had fallen in love with this puppy-eyed mortal. Spike didn't understand it, not until he found himself in the position of having Xander's love and attention.

Now, now he understood what had changed Anya's opinion. Xander wasn't just a good guy, he was more than that. He loved completely, gave everything he had to the one he loved and more. There was nothing about Spike that Xander didn't accept. Not his demon, not his blood lust, not his history of viciousness. He accepted that that's who Spike was, who he had been in the past. He also accepted Spike the way he was now, without all the fronts and bravado. He could be himself - the bookish, soft-spoken man he once was, as well as the Big Bad Master Vampire he had become.

Spike was brought back from his thoughts by a particularly unmanly squeal from his lover. While Spike's mind had been occupied, his hands had been moving on autopilot. He grinned and began to pay attention once again to making Xander squirm; it was his favourite pastime after all.

Spike knew all the right places to touch, where to lick, suck, nibble and stroke to reduce Xander to a mass of needy whimpering flesh beneath his skillful hands. Not that Xander ever complained, especially when he did that thing with his tongue.

Xander lay flat on his back, his feet planted on the blonde’s shoulders as Spike took his time stretching and relaxing his guardian ring with his tongue. He was sure he could cum just from this sensation alone, and would if Spike didn't have one hand wrapped firmly around his swollen cock, preventing his orgasm.

"Spiiiike, please." The vampire relented on his torture, and moved into position. He claimed Xander’s lips as he slowly sheathed himself inside the hot body of his lovely boy. No matter how many times he had done this, it always felt like the first time. Xander was warm and real and alive around him, holding him, pulling him close, closer than he ever thought possible. Spike was forever ruined for others of his kind; he would never be able to tolerate a cold body ever again.

Spike moved slowly within Xander, wanting to draw this out, make it last forever. He couldn't, it wasn't possible, not with the boy moaning his name and thrusting up toward him on every stroke. Difficult to hold back as his teeth elongated and his blue eyes bled to yellow. Impossible to prolong the moment when Xander tilted his head back and offered his throat with a breathy "Fuck, yesss. Do it."

~!~

Spike whistled as he made his way toward the river to fill the tub for Xander's bath. If someone had told him five years ago that he'd get sucked into another dimension with the slayer's donut boy and would end up arse over tit in love with him, he would have laughed in his or her face. Now though, he couldn't be happier about it.

It was hard to believe that they had been here for almost five years. It was even harder to believe that the last three and a half they had been lovers. In over a century of bloodshed and violence, Spike had never been as content as he had been these last five years. It was as if he had finally found what he had been looking for since the night he clawed his way out of the grave. Home.

As he filled the large tub and built up a fire around it to heat the water, Spike reminisced about his past. He had thought himself happy and in love when he was with Dru. After Angelus had been souled and had run off, Darla hadn't stuck around for long. Soon it was just the two of them, they spilled blood across the continent together, eventually heading to the States when Spike heard that the latest Slayer lived there.

Dru had still been strong then, crazy yeah but still strong. Spike remembered hod how they had celebrated the death of his second slayer; blood had flowed like wine. They had spent hours carving into each other’s bodies, and revelling in the pain. They were good times, but then Dru had wanted to go home, back to Europe.

After Prague, everything fell apart. Sunnydale had been nothing but a curse for him. He'd gotten injured so badly he spent months in a wheelchair; his insane Grandsire made a reappearance and took his princess away from him. He made a deal with the slayer, of all people, to get Dru and get safe passage out of town, and after all of that Dru had left him for a bloody Chaos demon. He should have left it there, but no, he had to come back to Sunnydale and then kidnap Red and Xander.

Love spells, magic rings, hot poker torture and military experiments. That's what his life in Sunnydale amounted to. He had been so lost after escaping the Initiative; he had fallen in love with his mortal enemy. Buffy - even the sound of her name would have had him swooning at one point. Pathetic tosser that he was. It never would have worked, she would never see him as anything other than a demon; the best he could hope for would be friendship, anything more than that and he'd merely be a substitute for the vampire she couldn't have. It would have been enough for him then, but not now.

Nope, now he knew what it was to truly be loved by someone. Someone who he loved in return, and wasn't that a kick in the head? He was in love with a human, a male human, a friend of his former object of affection. On the up shot though, they were good together. There was no pressure on them here, no demon/human issues, no pressure from well-meaning friends, no threats of bloody violence from interfering, souled-up, nancy boy Grandsires with a guilt complex a mile wide, and no labels about sexual orientation to embarrass either one of them. Since when did who you shag have anything to do with your masculinity?

~!~

Xander closed his eyes as Spike kissed him and slipped out of bed. He was tired, more so after the sex then he had been before. He knew, however, that sleep would not come easy; he had things on his mind, things that were both troublesome and exciting at the same time. They had been here for five years, and as far as he could tell he hadn't aged a bit.

Sure he looked different, he had lost weight, gained muscle and his hair was a lot longer. But his face hadn't changed; not really. There was no sign of grey in his hair, he didn't feel the strain of five years of hard labour, and despite all of that he just had this... gut feeling. One thing he knew for sure after growing up in Sunnydale, it was to trust your gut.

He listened to Spike whistle as he strolled away from the house; it brought a smile to his lips. Only Spike would whistle along to the Ramones. Of course now that he'd heard it, Xander found himself humming along now as well. Not a bad idea that, being sedated. It was the only way he was going to get to sleep before Spike came back to tell him his bath was ready.

Xander wondered if Spike had noticed anything about his not aging. And if so, why he hadn't said anything. Was it because he thought it might scare Xander to know he wasn't getting any older, that he could possibly be immortal in this world? Or was it that Spike simply hadn't noticed? Being an immortal creature himself, it might have slipped his notice.

~!~

Xander relaxed back against Spike's chest. It was a bit of a squeeze, getting them both into the tub, but well worth the effort. The water felt wonderful, and having Spike to use as a cushion was definitely a bonus. Xander sighed in contentment as Spike began to work the muscles of his neck and shoulders. "Mmm, that feels good."

Spike chuckled and kissed Xander's neck. "Next time you get to be the cushion, and I get the massage." Xander nodded his agreement; he never passed up an opportunity to touch Spike's smooth silky skin. Tanned and toned was not a look he would have ever pictured on the vampire, but it worked for him; he looked like a bronze God, whereas before, Xander would have described him as a marble statue brought to life.

"Hey Spike, serious question. Have you noticed anything... strange about me?" Xander tensed slightly as he waited to hear whether Spike had noticed or not. He was pretty sure his gut feeling was right, but he would feel better having it confirmed. Spike continued to rub his skin, but Xander could tell it was just a mechanical action now, his mind was obviously pondering Xander's question.

"Strange how, luv?" Spike was beginning to worry, if Xander was sick, he should have been able to tell. In fact the only time he had smelled off at all had been after that fall from the treetops he'd taken. Xander hadn't been hurt or sick since. He smelled exactly the same as he had since they'd gotten here, well except that he always smelled faintly of Spike himself now, as well.

"Strange as in we've been here for about five years now, and I don't feel any older. Am I getting older Spike? 'Cause I don't think I am." Xander felt Spike's hands drop from his shoulders and then arms tightened around his chest. He gently pried them loose and turned as much as he could in the tub to look at Spike.

"I'm right aren't I, Spike? I'm not getting any older." Xander could see the realisation in the vampire's crystal blue eyes. Spike honestly hadn't realised Xander wasn't aging. Xander didn't know whether to laugh or cry. On the one hand, he no longer had to worry about growing old and dying, therefore leaving Spike all alone here, but on the other hand, he was now looking at eternity. Eternity with Spike, here, alone. What was the down side again?

Spike was having similar thoughts himself. Eternity. With Xander. He was overwhelmed with happiness. This was the one thing he had tried not to think about, the day Xander left him, when he would be alone here with nothing but a lifetime's worth of memories to keep him company and drive him insane.

"Forever." It was whispered, barely audible, but Xander heard the awe in the voice. He looked into Spike's eyes and saw joy. He barely managed a breath before Spike's mouth was upon his, sealing them together with bruising force. "Mine, forever mine." Spike growled against Xander's lips before claiming them again.

"Forever." A whispered promise, but one Xander was more than happy to make and one he had every intention of keeping. He barely had time to register Spike lifting him out of the water before he was being carried back to the house, being kissed the entire way.