Old Enemies... (S/X)

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Part 14

The dark haired man moaned softly, his eye still closed as he did his damnedest to never wake up from the wonderful dream he was having. Warmth and contentment flowed freely through him in the dream. He was safe, he was loved, he was wanted… and that was all he’d ever wished for.

A small part of him knew it WAS just a dream, but he chose to ignore that portion of his psyche. He would just stay there, happy and complete, for as long as he possibly could.

“Mmmm… Spike…” he murmured softly, his muscles stretching languidly against the soft sheets as he imagined strong, slender fingers and full, soft lips on his skin. “Gods… love you, Spike…”

He felt the silken brush of short hair as the imagined lips slid lower over his naked flesh.

Naked? He wondered for a moment about that then shrugged mentally. Dream. Naked. Fine with him. The best kind of dream, really.

One hand finally moved, stroking over slightly cool skin before tangling in satin locks. “Gods…”

Spike’s lips were stretched into a wide smile as they traveled slowly and needily over the tanned skin. He doubted Xander was fully awake, though, because he had a feeling that if he HAD been… they’d be talking rather than touching. And touching now would take some of the sting out of the words they’d have later. Enough for him that the bloke had said he loved him. They were the only words he wanted to hear for the next little while.

That was why he was moving so slowly, so carefully, doing everything he could not to wake Xander before the other man was so ready he’d not even try to stop him.

Besides, Spike figured a truly stellar blow job would be a very good first step to apologizing.

Hell, two or three of them wouldn’t be amiss.

He understood the things Elliot had told him. He really did. He could see how Xander might have thought he’d been abandoned. He could even get how the younger man might not have realized that when Spike said ‘later’, it was an order, not a courtesy.

But for Xan to truly believe that it was possible for Spike to let him walk away when he’d just found him again… well, that he DIDN’T get.

There’d have to be a reckoning for that, Spike knew, but… not right then.

First he wanted… needed… to show Xander exactly how much he WASN’T left behind. And then he needed to have him show that he, Spike, wasn’t a momentary aberration, either.

His fingers continued their gentle dance over rock-hard pebbled nipples, even as his mouth slid just a bit lower, tongue creeping out to lap delicately at the tip of his Xander’s seeping cock.

“Bloody hell, luv,” he whispered, eyes closing at the fierce purr from his demon at tasting their human again, “Can’t live without your flavour… don’t want ta even try…”

Harris’s dream shivered, becoming hazy as the imaginary mouth closed over the head of his cock. He squeezed his eye closed even tighter, willing himself to remain asleep. Waking up would mean coldness and misery and unmitigated sorrow.

The dream settled down a bit and he relaxed, fingers rubbing lightly through the hair as his hips rocked against the bed. “Gods, Spike,” he whispered, “So good… wish you were real…”

He felt the smooth, strong tongue stroking up and down the underside of his shaft, felt it press wickedly along the length of the thick vein there and moaned. He spread his legs farther apart, yearning for the contact, the touch he knew he’d never have again in real life. “Spike…” he moaned louder.

And just the sound of his name coming from those lips in that tone made him… yearn. His lips wrapped around the young man’s cock again, this time sliding his mouth to the base. His throat worked willfully, caressing the head as he swallowed and he inhaled deeply, drawing the thick, musky scent of his love through his nose.

The smell was more intense there, pulling a low, deep growl from him that had his Xander shivering with what was obviously desire. So Spike growled again, one hand leaving the younger man’s chest to search the side of the bed for the tube Elliot had so thoughtfully provided.

His head bobbed up and down, slowly making love to Xander’s cock as he somehow managed to open the tube and get a good bit of the contents into his hand. Fingers now slick, Spike set the tube aside and slipped one shaking digit into the other man’s tightly budded hole.

Heaven, he knew, feeling those legs part more as his slender finger worked in and out, in and out, coming close to that small nub inside but not quite touching, stroking, pressing. Soon… yes. Spike let a second slick finger join the first, working that blissful hole wider, twisting and spreading until yet another digit joined the party, dancing slowly and willfully around that spot. Soon… but not yet and not with his fingers.

No, when he woke the young man by sliding slow and hard against his prostate, it was going to be with his cock. He’d wake him the best way and once he was truly aware, remind him of all the reasons Spike would never let him go.

Of course, the way his human was reacting to the touches and probing pretty much put the whole blow job idea on the back burner, so to speak. Besides, Spike now realized, it would wake the man too soon. He slowed the motions on the thick, pulsing shaft slip between his lips, concentrating now on fully preparing his beloved. He didn’t want to hurt him… much.

Harris actually thought he might be awake, but… it was impossible. If he were awake, that would mean Spike was really there, and how could that be?

He groaned low and deep, his knees rising as he pulled his feet up the covers, spreading wider still for the glorious touch. “Spike,” he whispered longingly, afraid to open his eye and see that he really was awake and simply imagining, or worse yet had somehow ended up with someone else.

Cool hands slowly and gently turned the young man over, finally releasing both hole and cock to accomplish the task. Spike moaned silently, staring at the long line of Xander’s back before laying himself over him, skin on skin from top to bottom. Hands rested atop broader, tanned hands, length of thighs on length of thighs. “Luv you, Xan,” he finally whispered, pressing his ready shaft against the rounded buttocks beneath him, “Told you, luv… til th’ day I die.”

Harris couldn’t control the small jump at the words, his eye opening wide. It was real… and Spike was really… oh, yeah… “Right there…” he gasped, arching higher to the slightly smaller form draped over him.

His heart pounding wildly, Harris wondered if he’d truly gone round the bend. This… he… SPIKE… Too much thinking, he told himself sternly. Think later. FEEL now. “Spike…” he groaned, “Please… want…”

The vampire pressed harder against that toned, firm ass. “Not about what you want this time, pet… wanted you ta come back ta my place after your little junket. You didn’t though, did you?” Blunt human teeth nipped hard at Xander’s neck. “An’ now, luv… ‘s about what I want.”

He would never do anything to truly harm the other man. He hoped Xander knew that. But he was still a vampire and… he hadn’t quite finished claiming the brunette. Not fully. Doing it now might be a bit on the quick side, but he couldn’t take a chance on waiting any longer. Not with his Xan apparently not recognizing when he was wanted… needed.

“W-what d’you w-want, Spike…? Anything…” Harris stammered, his skin growing hotter by the second as he thought of the many ways this could go. He knew he should be worried, considering the vampire could actually hurt him now, but… even if he beat him senseless, it couldn’t possibly hurt anywhere near as much as the pain that had screamed through him when he’d thought the blond didn’t care. He still wasn’t worried, though. Spike was there with him, and whatever came of it, he figured it would be for the best.

He could almost HEAR the gears turning in his love’s mind and that would never do. Spike’s lips brushed against one ear as he gripped the younger man’s wrists in his hands. “Want ta fill you so deep an’ so hard you’ll never forget who you belong ta, pet. An’ you DO belong ta me. Just… forgot ta show you good enough. ‘s time ta correct my own mistake. Now, luv… hands an’ knees. I want your ass in th’ air for me, knees spread; your head down on your hands.”

His eye squeezed shut again, his groin tightening even more at the harsh tone of the soft words. It took him less than a second to move, once the large, cool blanket of vampire lifted from him. Harris pushed himself up, hands gripped together in front of him, forehead on his linked fingers as he kneeled there on his knees, legs spread wide, cock hanging heavy and glistening with droplets and dribbles of nearly clear milky fluids.

Spike nodded to himself at the speed and attention to detail his human responded with. He found the discarded tube and slowly stroked a thin layer of the lubricant over his straining shaft before returning his fingers to the recently vacated hole, stretching and teasing once again. “Good, luv,” he murmured, “Like you all relaxed this way… goin’ ta like your tension even more when I feel you cum… when I finally let you cum.”

And that almost sounded ominous, but Harris would be damned if he could speak. Every part of his being was focused entirely on his ass, his cock… “Gnnnahhhh…” he managed to whimper, shifting back in an effort to take those fingers deeper.

The blond chuckled and applied a loud, open-handed slap to one quivering butt cheek. “Didn’t ask you ta talk, luv… not yet. Once I’m buried deep inside that tight heat of yours, you can voice whatever words you want. Have a feeling ‘s goin’ ta be more like sounds rather than actual words, but that’s fine too.”

Another slight jump at the slap, his cock throbbing harder still when the voice came again. “Think you liked that, pet… addin’ it ta th’ list of things ta explore later.”

With those smug words, Spike moved closer on his knees, settling between the man’s legs as he removed his fingers, replacing them with just the tip of his cock against the reddened, well-worked hole. Both hands fastened on hips, noticing the small bruises from the night before.

Spike chuckled and dragged the man back just as he slammed forward, entering to the hilt, his sac slapping hard against Xander’s.

It was a strangled-sounding shout that came from Harris’s lips. He’d been expecting the sudden thrust somehow, but the sheer size of his partner filling him so quickly skated the razor’s edge of pleasure and pain. The pain receded after a moment as Spike shifted his hands, wrapping one around the base of Harris’s cock. He whined softly, wanting to move and to stay still, equally. Until he felt the other hand there too, then felt the sudden pulling, tightening sensation that plunged him right back onto that razor. “S-s-sp…”

“It’s Spike, luv,” the vampire in question said, smirking more as he finished tying the bootlace he’d removed from his Docs earlier into a quick-release knot around the base of his human’s shaft, another loop separating the balls. “An’ I told you, pet… you don’t get ta cum til I want you ta.” Fingers found hips again, holding Xander still as he pulled his thick, hard shaft out completely then pressed the thick head again to the yielding hole.

This time, the shout was shared by both. Heat, searing him, burning him to the depths of his soul, warming his skin even without fresh blood. He pulled himself from Xander again, repeating the penetration just because it felt so good. “Bloody hell,” Spike whispered as his sac drew up hard and tight. “Not yet…” He forced himself to stop, buried balls-deep within his love while he forced down the urge to burst. His demon apparently agreed, choosing that moment to emerge.

Harris’s entire body was shaking, inside and out. His hands gripped each other so tightly he thought his fingers might break. “Spike,” he moaned, pressing back into that sensation of fullness and hoping his vampire would let him cum soon. He would have shot off after the second thrust if he could have. “Spike,” again, more demanding this time as the blond remained still within him.

“Shhhh… hush, luv…” Spike growled, closing his eyes against the perfect vision before him. “Just… give me a moment, alright?”

Harris replied by trying to press further back, squeezing the long cock inside him. “It’s been…” he gasped softly, “A moment…”

The blond snarled and moved his knees closer, resting them fully between the other bloke’s and settling back on his heels. He pulled Xander with him until the man was in his lap, legs spread over him, his cock sliding just a bit deeper from the change of position. “There. Happy now, pet?” Spike snarled again, sharp teeth scraping gently at the top of one tight shoulder.

He found himself arching back, one arm up and over his other shoulder, holding onto Spike to keep himself from falling forward again. “G-gods… S-S-Spike…” He couldn’t even move, it felt so good. He’d never had anyone so deep in him. Not even Spike the night before. “It… it’s like you’re… in m-my…” he groaned, arching his neck to the small scratches of teeth.

“Your heart, luv?” Spike growled, “Your soul…? I am, pet. Live there now. Nothin’ you can do ta change it…” He let his tongue lap lightly over the skin he’d been nibbling, purring softly when that small act made Xander shiver again.

“I w-was gonna s-say… the back of my throat, but… like you in my… h-heart and s-soul even… better,” the brunette groaned, his eye squeezing closed again as he felt Spike rise just a bit, pressing impossibly deeper. “F-fuck…”

“Next time, luv,” Spike whispered, lifting the man’s hips slowly, then sliding that perfect tightness down to his base again, “Next time, we’ll fuck. Promise. Busy makin’ luv right now.” He lifted Xander’s hips again, his own rising slightly as he let the bloke descend fully once more. This time when he felt his sac clenching, he let it. He helped his love rise one more time, crying out roughly as he slid down, his shaft swelling larger still before exploding wildly in spurts of slightly cool, thick fluids within that grasping sheath. Sharp teeth found their mark, driving deep as he felt a hard, dry orgasm spill through his Xan.

Jesus, he’d never been so hard and aching to cum. His balls were swollen and almost purple and he didn’t even want to think about how hard they’d be by the time Spike released the improvised cock ring. And then he found out, because the teeth drove in and his entire body shuddered, the bootlace preventing any actual release. He shook and shivered as his anus filled with soothingly cool liquid, unable to feel anything but his own swollen cock, the one in his ass, and the incredibly sensual sensation of teeth and tongue at his neck, drawing life and love from him in steady draughts.

It was the constant keening drone near his ear that had him finally pulling away from the soft, strong neck. “Xander,” Spike moaned breathlessly, still hard within the young man. “Cum, luv… cum hard an’ long for me. Want ta hear you… feel you…” One hand released a deeply bruised hip, finding the loose end of the lace and giving it a careful tug.

He screamed, cumming again as his human arched back so hard, Spike was pressed over and onto the bed, glad for the strength of vampire muscle and bone that kept his knees from breaking. He held the man against his chest, fingers wrapping loosely around the rapidly firing shaft. “That’s it, luv… cum,” he groaned encouragingly, “luv you, pet… luv seein’ you, hearin’ you explode for me… never lettin’ you go, Xan… not for anythin’…”

Some part of Harris’s mind was listening to the words, but most of him wasn’t capable of thought. All he really noticed was the tone as the hand slowly stroked him, pulling shot after shot of hot jism from his still-throbbing cock. His back arched, body bowing and heaving in the grips of the most intense experience he’d ever known.

He never even managed to find his voice before the huge, swelling wall of blackness fell over him, wrapping him in a velvet embrace of satisfaction and pleasure so pure it hurt.

Spike chuckled proudly as he shifted onto his side, reluctantly pulling himself from his Xander’s well-used hole. It had been a while since he’d made someone pass out from something other than fear. Still, it wouldn’t be the last time, he knew. Not with the way his love responded to him; to his touch.

Of course, that meant their little talk would have to wait until the bloke woke up, but that was good, he figured. Give the second claiming a bit of time to settle. Xan might be pissed off when he found out, but he’d get over it.

He’d have to. There was nothing to be done about it now other than give in, accept it, and complete HIS end of it. And then… nothing would ever come between them. It would be impossible.

Ridged forehead and golden eyes receded along with sharp teeth, and it was the human looking vampire who pulled the brunette against his chest, one leg thrown over the warm body, holding him close as he waited patiently for his claimed to wake, a soft, rumbling purr echoing in his chest.