Fisi Mtima

Chapter Summary: United and Whole.
Notes: This is the end... Notes and other things will be place at the end of the epilogue.


.Chapter Sixteen.


William could not only see, but feel the possessive glint in Xander's eyes. Unable to take his steady gaze, he turned back to Tara. The witch was looking back and forth between them, her eyes speculative. Then a not so subtle blush spread across her cheeks. Her eyes dropped to the floor, before gathering her courage to look up at him. Taking a deep breath, she finally spoke.

"Do you think y-you can handle this?" Tara asked William softly.

"Well..." William trailed off and shrugged lightly.

"Umm, X-Xander?" Tara asked.

"Yeah?" Xander's eyes didn't leave William's fidgeting form.

"Could you, umm, g-give me and William a moment alone?" Tara requested.

Xander glanced at her, noticing the bright blush. With any other person, he suspected he wouldn't allow them to be alone together at that moment in time. But this was Tara, and Xander suddenly found himself unable to deny her. He stood and walked past William to the door, taking a moment to rest his hand on the vampire's shoulder in support. When the door shut behind him, Tara and William stared down at their shoes, unable to look at each other.

"I t-think I know what you need to do." Tara said softly.

"It is hardly polite to speak-" William started.

"I'm more involved than most people, William." Tara smiled at him. "I had a feeling, when I first t-thought of the idea, that it would lead to this. Do you have a problem with it?"

"I've..." William picked idly at his sleeve. "I was present once, when Xander and Spike were... Expressing their love. It was brief, and I suspect that I only understood the emotional side of it. I have never... I had yet find someone that special, before I died."

"There is nothing wrong with not knowing." Tara told him.

"I feel as though I should." William blushed. "I understand the basics of what I desire. I feel as though I should know this. Spike and I are not so different. Like you said, we are the same in a sense."

"You think that Xander will expect you to perform as Spike did." Tara stated. William avoided looking at her and slowly nodded. He could hear movement, the soft shuffle of feet, and soon Tara's painted toes appeared in his vision. Blinking, William dragged his eyes upward, until he finally met Tara eye to eye. "Xander cares about you. He won't d-do anything to hurt you, especially force you."

"He's so dominant." William whispered. "He hasn't shown it since I appeared, I know, but I can feel it. It's like he owns me."

"It's true." Tara knelt down and looked at him with serious eyes. "But I think you're missing something here."

"What?" William asked.

"You're mated. That means you own him as well." Tara said. William stared at her, utterly shocked. Then, slowly, a smile began to appear.

William met Xander outside in the hall, then quietly led him out of the dormitory. Once they had left the university property, William paused a moment, his eyes closed. He knew he could remember where Xander lived, where the Magic Box was, and even were Giles lived, if he tried hard enough. The memories didn't surface however, and he was stuck looking over at Xander for direction. He looked a little lost, but unlike his vampire self, he didn't try to hide that weakness.

"Do you, uh, want to go back to the Magic Box?" Xander asked, trying not to fidget. William could see the tension in his arms and back.

"I would rather-" William stopped himself, took an un-needed breath, then tried again. "I wonder if we could go to your home, Alexander?"

"Yeah, we can do that." Xander replied.

He led the way, his arms crossed, before finally reaching over and taking William's hand once again in his. They made their way to Xander's basement home slowly, letting the comfortable silence wash over them. They entered the basement some time later, Xander shutting the door with a soft click. He remained at the door, watching as William descended the steps and took a look around. William stopped next to the bed, placed his leather duster on the nearby chair, and finally looked back at Xander.

"Are you okay?" Xander asked softly, watching as William sat down on the bed. After a moment of silence, Xander joined him. "William?"

"I am fine." William said. He twisted around to look at Xander, his eyes speculative. "Xander?"

"Yeah?"

"I..." William trailed off, his eyes darting away.

"Hey." Xander whispered, reaching over and taking William's hand in his own. "What do you want?"

"Want?" William laughed nervously. "I could want many things..."

"What do you need?" Xander rephrased. William's mouth opened to reply, but no words came out. He looked up at Xander, taking in the concerned eyes and supportive smile. Even in that simple, loving gaze, those chocolate eyes held something that William felt he could never understand. A strength, a dangerous edge. Feral and protective. William closed his own eyes, bowing his head down as he thought.

This was real. That was the first thing to go through his head. The hand holding his own, the heat radiating off of Xander's body. The intense connection that he could feel in the back of his mind. It was strange, how he had never really noticed it until now. It was like a part of him, hidden inside, could feel Xander's presence. Not simply the heat or the hand. No, more like how far away he was. How confused he was. Was he happy? Was he safe? That tiny part knew, and if William tried hard enough he could answer all those questions.

Taking a deep un-needed breath, William stared at the hand holding his own. They were rough hands, gentle and yet worn down from hard labor. He wanted to touch and feel all of Xander at that moment. Yet, what he wanted wasn't the issue. What did he need?

"Are you sure you're okay?" Xander questioned.

"I need..." William raised his head to look Xander in the eyes. "I need..."

"What?" Xander asked. "What do you need?"

"You." William said simply, before reaching out to touch Xander lightly on the cheek. The kiss nearly caught him by surprise. He was so used to Xander stepping around him like he was a delicate piece of glass. The passion and heat attacked him as Xander pressed his lips against his own.

William allowed Xander to ease him onto his back. He could feel the gentle pressure of Xander's body against his own. Xander's hands trailed down his sides, before gripping the hem of his shirt. All thoughts escaped him the moment Xander's tongue glided across his lower lip. A small sound erupted from his chest, somewhere between a grunt and whimper, as Xander's tongue slipped into his mouth and began doing things that left William nearly begging for more.

As the kiss deepened, William's legs automatically spread, allowing Xander to rest between them. Their groins touched, both hardening from the contact. William shivered slightly as Xander's hands slipped underneath his shirt. His fingers trailed upwards, touching softly. Xander pulled back from the kiss, his eyes looking dark with desire. William bit his lower lip, trying not to say anything absurd or embarrassing as Xander nuzzled his neck. The touch of Xander's tongue released a gasp from his chest.

Unable to hold back, William's own hands grabbed at Xander's shirt, trying to pull it off. Not quite realizing his own vampiric strength, William ripped the shirt in half. Xander pulled back to look at the two pieces of fabric in William's hands, eyes wide with shock. He started to laugh when caught sight of the look on William’s face. Wide blue eyes stared up at him, looking like a hurt angel.

"Sorry." William mumbled, tossing the ruined shirt to the ground.

"It's okay." Xander chuckled.

"Mu?"

"Huh?" Xander watched in amusement as William caught sight of his now bare chest. William's hands slowly slid across it. Xander moaned softly when one hand brushed his nipple. William's eyes seemed to widened even further at the sound and Xander soon found himself in the possession of a wild vampire. William practically attacked him, their lips crushing and teeth clanking together. His hands touched every available surface, pulling forth a series of moans.

Xander wasn't sure when their clothes disappeared. It was sometime between his ripped shirt and William's hand finally wrapping around his erection. Whenever it happened, Xander was glad it did. William looked like a debauched cherub with refined muscles and strong arms. It was something Xander felt he could get used it, and it was something that Xander recognized as a part of Spike. Both versions of the vampire seemed so open and at awe during sex, which only served to fuel Xander's desire.

William's hand didn't move, it simply held Xander's cock with a firm grip. It was driving Xander insane. Xander's hand found William's own erection. He tightened his fingers around the shaft, giving it a couple of pulls and reveling in the low groan escaping his lover. William's eyes flickered closed a second, before reopening to lock with Xander's. The want and need nearly sent Xander for a loop, but a part of him was inwardly begging to take the vampire. To make him feel and want and need; to simply adore him in a way that was pure touch.

Releasing William's cock, Xander slipped his arms around his body and pulled him close. William's own hands rested nervously at his hips as their naked bodies were pressed close together. Their cocks touched, length for length. William seemed to be panting at this point, despite not needing to breath. Xander paused, breathing in the vampire's arousal, before allowing his hips to jerk forward. He repeated the motion, their cocks rubbing against one another. William let out a small whimper, his own hips arching forward to meet Xander.

Xander's hands grabbed at William's arse, gripping each cheek as his hips moved faster. William's head fell back against the pillow, his eyes closed as a soft moan continuously escaped his throat. Xander rolled them the extra inch, allowing him to once again lay on top of William's body. He lifted William's leg, letting it automatically wrap around his waist. Xander's eyes traveled the expanse of William's neck, which was fully visible as he continued to arch his back.

William let out a gasp when Xander's tongue first trailed across his adam's apple. The suction that followed was like an aphrodisiac, leaving him begging for more. More of something, more of anything. Xander seemed to take this as a hint. He quickly leaned over the side of the bed, pulling open the bottom drawer of his bedside table. Pulling back, he brandished the small case of lubricant. Quickly twisting the cap off, Xander covered two fingers. After setting the lube back down, his eyes locked with William's wide blues.

"Are you sure you want this?"

"Bloody..." William's muttered, his hips jerking upwards. "Yes, Alexander. I'm positive."

Nodding in reply, Xander's hand traveled between his legs. Slick fingers gently stroked the crack of his arse, before circling his opening. William sucked in an un-needed breath as the first finger slid in. It thrusted into him slowly, the strange feeling fading until it became a simple desire for more. Another finger was added, the slight burn never replacing William's want. By the time the third finger was brought into play, William was rocking his hips, trying to bring more of Xander's hand into him.

William let out a small noise of protest when Xander removed his fingers. Xander smiled down at him, his hands lifting William's legs. Then Xander's cock was pushing it's way through, sending little sparks of fire and electricity through him until Xander was fully inside him. Xander propped himself up, panting.

"Are you okay?" Xander asked, his voice filled with very little control.

"Fine." William gasped out. Xander took a deep breath, his arms moving to wrap once again around William's body.

Then William felt himself being flipped. A loud groan escaped him as he found himself straddling Xander, Xander's cock burying deep inside of him as he sat up. Xander had to force himself to stay under control when William shifted above him. Their moans echoed between one another. Xander's hands rested on top of William's thighs, his nails digging into white skin.

Slowly, William began an up and down movement with his hips. Xander's hands gripped his thighs tighter, with a strength that just might leave bruises on his vampiric flesh. William shifted again on his down stroke. He let out a gasp as sparks of fire literally traveled up his spine. He sped up, savoring each little blast of pleasure and every throaty moan Xander released.

Then something happened. William couldn't explain it, and he didn't dare stop moving. Deep inside himself, he felt it. Almost like an explosion inside his mind. Squeezing shut his eyes, William concentrated on the pleasure overriding his body. The bed began to rock from his harsh downward thrusts. Xander could only hold onto him, the jerks of his own hips not fast enough to meet the vampire's. William leaned forward, holding onto Xander's shoulders.

Whether Xander knew something was different didn't matter. They were too far gone. Their hands gripped tightly. Their breathing, needed or not, picked up. And then it hit before either one could slow down, or speed up. Their orgasm surged through their veins, erupting out of their cocks and with their moans. The vampire collapsed on top of Xander, his face buried into the crook of his neck. Xander barely had the energy to roll them over, his arm draping across his lover's waist. Then, there was only slumber.

Xander awoke to the feel of someone wrapping their arms around him. They tightened, nearly to the point of breathlessness. Pulling back slightly, Xander looked down at the vampire. "William?"

"Yeah?" Was the reply. The voice was low and husky. Xander gulped.

"Are you okay?"

"You keep asking me that, pet." Blue eyes looked up at him. "Didn't know you cared that much."

"S-Spike?" Xander stammered.

"One and only." Spike grinned.

"What happened?" Xander asked.

"It's nothing." Spike shrugged and managed to burry himself deeper into Xander's embrace, a feat that Xander would of thought impossible.

"Spike." Xander growled.

"Fine. It's fixed, all right?" Spike snapped.

"Fixed? You mean William's gone?" Xander asked, sounding a little worried.

"No, he's here. I'm here, aren't I?" Spike replied. "Holding you right now, in fact."

"You're..."

"One and the same, whelp." Spike explained, pulling back briefly to give him a smirk.

"Oh..." Xander trailed off, his mind going blank as Spike pressed his mouth to his own. A growl escaped his throat as their mouths opened, tongues touching. Spike slowly ended the kiss, his lips once again curling into a smirk. Xander rested their foreheads against one another and sighed. "You think anything else could go wrong with our relationship?"

"Oh, there are plenty of things to go wrong with it, pet." Spike told him, his voice that of cheerful teasing.

"We've both been mentally screwed with, not to mention spiritually screwed." Xander continued.

"Yeah, but we bounced back like a bloody rubber ball, didn't we?" Spike said. "Now, Alexander, I do believe you should be kissing me."

"I never thought I'd like hearing my full name." Xander commented between small kisses.

"Yeah, well, get used to hearing it." Spike grunted, nipping lightly at Xander's lower lip. "I like calling you Alexander."

"Prat." Xander said fondly.

"Oooh, talk dirty to me." Spike growled.

"Dork." Xander chuckled, before turning serious. "You're not mad at me?"

"For what?"

"For having sex with William." Xander said softly.

"Get it through your bloody head, we are the same person." Spike told him. "Besides, it had to be done. You remember what the little witch said about my personalities finding a common ground. Smart, that one is. And don't forget, Xan, I had sex with the hyena."

"Yeah, but--" Xander started.

"Oh, shut up." Spike complained. "You're annoying me, you stupid git."

"I love you." Xander smiled.

"Yeah well..." Spike grumbled under his absent breath.

"What was that?"

"I love you, too." Spike glared. "Idiot."

"Good to hear." Xander's smile widened. Spike sent him another glare, before once again cuddling up to him. Xander breathed in his scent, savoring it. He could feel Spike doing the same. For once, everything seemed to be in sync. It was a wonderful feeling.


.Epilogue.

Xander could remember when it happened. It all started with a battle and a little wound. That small wound spread it's disease faster than the speed of light. But not all diseases were bad, not really. This one, for example, was the producer of a great thing.

Xander could remember the first taste of Spike, the first sound of William's cultured voice. He could remember everything, and for once he did not have to give up what he enjoyed. He could taste Spike with a kiss, or a nibble. He could hear William while forcing Spike to read Shakespeare out loud. Xander could remember the first urge to own and protect the vampire. And he felt it everyday since. Xander could remember the feel of their bodies, the connection of their souls. He felt it again with every glance, every smile, and ever mention of Spike's name.

Xander had never understood the term 'being whole'. It never was connected to him. He was separated. Hyena. Soldier. Man. Three different beings, each special in their own way. Then a vampire came along. A sarcastic wit and sex-filled body. Xander couldn't help but be hooked on Spike. And once he had obtained him, Xander knew his life was complete. He was whole.

And now, so was Spike.

.Final Notes.

Total Word Count: est. 46,532
Date Started: Sunday, August 29, 2004
Date Ended: Tuesday, March 15, 2005