All I Need...

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Part 16

“Well?” Angel snapped into the phone, trying to pretend he wasn’t worried about his boy and what the… whatever Xander was… might be doing to him. He had only Spike’s word for it that the former Scooby wasn’t a danger, after all. “What can you tell me?”

The operative on the other end of the phone grunted, covering his ear to block out the noises coming through the speaker attached to the directional microphone which was pointing directly at a particular room across the street.

“Uh, they seem to be getting… reacquainted, sir. Repeatedly.”

One brow arched in Los Angeles as a particular brood-oriented vampire tried to puzzle through what exactly the man was trying to say. “No yelling, shouting…? No… fighting?”

A throat was cleared quickly, sudden laughter restrained. “No… I wouldn’t call it fighting, sir. And no… bad yelling, if you understand what I mean.”

“Look, just spit it out, okay? It’s been a really long day and I’m not in the mood to decipher your hints. Is Spike okay. Is he safe with Harris. That’s all I need to know.”

The next laugh was slightly more audible than the previous silent variety. “Judge for yourself, sir,” the operative said slowly before upping the volume and holding the cell phone close to the speaker, a wicked smile on his lips.

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“God! Spike! Your… your mouth…”

“Hmmm…?” the vampire hummed as his lips slid quickly to the thick base of his Xan’s long shaft, throat flexing wickedly around the sensitive head.

He pulled back, tongue swirling small fast circles on hard, hot flesh before flicking rapidly over and into the tiny slit, gathering little drops of slick fluids tasting of something sweetly bitter and purely Xander.

Tanned fingers tightened on short blond hair, a loud gasp flying from Xander’s throat as he tried not to arch up into that cool, wet mouth, that tight, perfect throat. “Jesus fuck, Spike,” he moaned, eyes closed tightly as he tried to hold on, “God, baby… g-gonna cum… shit…! S-stop… Spike… g-gonna…”

His eyes narrowed smugly as they traveled up the long, tensed line of his Xan’s body, pale, elegant fingers wrapping firmly around throbbing flesh as he raised his head for a bare moment. “Cum, luv,” he whispered, tone low and desirous, “Want ta taste ya, Xan…”

And just the knowledge that Spike wanted that had brown hair grinding back into the mattress and when he felt that oh-so-talented mouth close over him again, there was nothing Xander could do other than arch and wail, buck and heave, his cock swelling, pulsing, throbbing and finally spilling fast, hard and deep over the questing, laving tongue and into the flexing throat that pulled so perfectly at him. “S-s-spike…! Jesus, Spike…! G-god…!”

“Luv doin’ that ta you, pet…” Spike whispered, letting the softening shaft slip from his lips to rest glistening on soft skin, the head crossing the stunning tan line across his Xan’s hips. “Expected ta, but… ya taste bloody amazin’, luv… bettin’ you’re goin’ ta feel even better, though…”

“Jesus Christ,” the brunette groaned, trying to catch his breath as Spike’s words alone started yet another slow coiling of desire within him, “I think… we should find out. Soon…”

“Thinkin’ more now than soon, Xander,” Spike murmured, gently prying the fingers loose from his hair before skimming slowly up the heated, still shaking body to press full lips to slightly parted panting ones.

“Y-yeah,” he managed to breathe against the slowly teasing tongue covered in the flavor of himself and smoke and something else… just Spike. “I… now is good…”

The vampire pulled back slightly, staring deep into wide brown eyes. “Not goin’ ta fight me on this, are ya mate? Figured ya for bein’ a bit more of a top than ta just…” he shrugged, a little embarrassed. “Ya made me feel so good, luv… when ya were shaggin’ me inta th’ mattress, yah? Want ta… bloody hell, want ya ta feel that good, too.”

Xander swallowed hard, shaking his head quickly. “N-no, Spike. Not g-gonna fight you. I just… I’m kinda… nervous, okay? I… shit. I’ve never…” He frowned as the beast within growled at him for showing weakness. ‘Shut up,’ he told it. ‘It’s Spike. He has a right to know, doesn’t he? Or would you rather we lied to him?’

The idea of lying to ‘theirs’ was enough to send the hyena back to its corner, grumbling.

That was when Xander realized that Spike was being uncharacteristically silent, though. “Um… Spike?” One hand rose, fingers threading again into blond hair, cupping the nape of the vampire’s neck. “Spike?” he tried again, blinking at the worried, wanting and wondering gaze he finally received. “I… it’s okay, right? That I want you to…” He blushed for what had to be the first time in years.

Wide blue eyes held slightly anxious brown and Spike nodded, head dropping to lick, nip, suck at warm, dry lips. “Yah, Xan… ‘s fine. Good, even. Yah. Just… guess we need ta… work up ta that, then. Don’t… bloody fuck, don’t want ta hurt ya, do I? Not yet, anyway…” And someday he’d have to find out how the bloke could be a virgin, considering he’d obviously had some experience with men. Enough that he’d had Spike writhing and begging for more, in any case. But this wasn’t that day and he wouldn’t ask, not now.

He forced his own sudden anxiety away, body pressing down fully onto heated flesh and tense muscles. “Goin’ ta go real slow, luv… take my time until you’re so hungry for it ya can’t go another moment without havin’ me in ya, makin’ ya moan an’ shudder under me, yah…?”

Xander groaned, arching against the amazing form draped over him, one hand tightening slightly on the back of the vampire’s neck as the other hand slowly grazed over silken-skinned ribs and found its way to the small of Spike’s back. “God, baby… pretty much there, okay? I… fuck, Spike, I don’t want to take this slow. Need you. Need this,” he added with a sharp upward thrust of his hips. “I… I want to know this. With you.”

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‘Hurtssss…’ the hyena murmured happily. ‘Good hurt,’ Xander replied silently, gasping softly at the strong urge to tense around the slowly thrusting gel-slicked fingers.

His own hands clutched tightly at the sheets, spine stretching and bowing slightly as those cool, elegant digits pressed deeper, spreading carefully, twisting gently within him. “Need…” Xander groaned, his thighs separating further, begging for more touch, more pain, more of the unexpected pleasure he sensed approaching. “Spike… p-please…”

And it was the little stutter that kept getting to him, Spike knew, fingers moving faster now, angling wickedly to brush a firm rub over the hard node he knew was there. “Don’t need ta beg, luv… goin’ ta give ya just what ya want, aren’t I?” Assuming he could manage to not blow like a schoolboy before he managed to do that.

It was a possibility, he figured, what with the incredible tightness surrounding his questing fingers and the bloody stunning look on the bloke’s face. And then Xander shifted again, his hips rolling on the bed as small, lustful groans sprang from his lips and Spike could only hope he’d stretched the man enough because there was no going back, no stopping; hell, no slowing down, even.

Xander swallowed a moan as the slick and thick head suddenly replaced the fingers at his anus, his eyes locked on the gold-tinged pale sapphire of the vampire’s gaze. Strong, broad hands clasped pale arms as tanned legs shifted and rose, instinctively surrounding tense, nearly quivering hips and waist. “N-now, Spike… now, baby… please… d-don’t m-make me wait…”

That anxiety was still there in the bloke’s eyes, but now it was different. Almost like his Xan was truly afraid he was going to stop when they were both so close to… something. Something important and needed and wanted more than Spike could remember ever wanting anything that didn’t involve the man beneath him.

“No more waitin’, luv,” he whispered, mouth crashing down to swallow the sudden, loud cry as he pressed forward, pressed in, blunt tip forcing its way through the tight ring of muscle with a nearly audible sound.

Both man and beast howled, fingers digging deep into flexing muscle, legs wrapping harder, tighter around the alabaster body as hips arched, straining through the welcome pain and slight scent of blood to drag bodies flush, fuller than he’d ever imagined and still not quite enough.

“S-spike…” the word was a gasp and Xander didn’t care. The hyena didn’t care. Gasp, whimper, moan, shiver… it was all one and the same and entirely allowed in this moment, this instant of time when they were getting so exactly what they wanted. “G-god, baby… p-please…”

And there was that stammer again and he was so deep and his Xan was so hot and tight and perfect around him and he wanted this to last, to last forever, to go on past eternity, past the end of the world, the universe, the Gods themselves… and he could say none of that.

His hips moved finally, short and slow, rocking in tiny thrusts within that blissful heat. Eyes gone almost fully gold met green-limned deep brown, widening slightly at the intense emotions he saw chasing through those windows to his Xan. “So… bloody tight, pet… never felt anythin’ so good… b-bloody…”

“J-jesus…” And while he’d actually enjoyed the initial pain, it was being swiftly replaced by a sort of pleasure he’d only imagined time after time over the last six months, and poorly at that.

He loosened his hold on the surprisingly strong arms, fingers moving demandingly to shoulders, down around ribs and finding another hold as one leg shifted higher, the other lowering to wrap just beneath the lower curve of his vampire’s ass. “Fuck me, S-spike,” he demanded, a small whimper under the words as he felt that amazing thickness pull back. “Yesssss…” he hissed, pressing up into the sensation when the motion reversed, the long, soothingly cool cock sliding deep again.

And the time for words was officially past, Spike realized, which was just as well because he couldn’t seem to think well enough to form any. He simply stared at his bloke, arms shaking slightly as he moved himself in and out, in and out, shaft rubbing wickedly over the small nub he couldn’t have avoided even if he’d wanted to and he didn’t want to, wanted to keep seeing the rhythmic widening of those stunned and stunning eyes, keep hearing the small, grunting wheezes as he stroked deep, rocked hard, filled the man completely, his heavy sac slapping lightly against that round, flexing ass.

“Amazin’…” he managed to groan, that one short observation spending his entire vocabulary at the moment.

‘Yes, amazing, incredible, unbelievable… you, Spike, that’s you…’ Xander tried to say, the words emerging in a strangled-sounding whine of nonsense as the next deep slide pushed, pulled, dragged, forced him closer to something that was almost frightening in its intensity as it built, gathered, coiled, tensed, became.

Long legs tightened again, head grinding back into tangled sheets. God, he’d never felt, never thought… this couldn’t be how it always… or maybe it was just Spike that could make him… and he didn’t want to find out, didn’t care if it was. ‘Ours,’ the grunting, snarling, completely dominated hyena within him whined and apparently Xander could speak, if only in his own head. ‘Ours… and his… belong now.’ ‘Yesssss…’

Spike growled, hips pistoning wildly now, spearing fast and deep into the hot-tight-mine, a low snarl interweaving with the sound as the man beneath him shifted to meet his thrusts, the tightness clenching around him like soft, tight wet silk. His eyes, fully gold now beneath his deeply ridged brow, dropped to the pounding, jumping pulse in the sleek, arched neck and a small part of him wondered what his Xan would do if he bit him, took him that way as well.

And then the legs around him rose higher, crossing mid-back, and the bloke was so open, so willing, so wanting, so his that he couldn’t think anymore and even that tiny portion of his mind was subdued, rolled over by the enormous sense of right, this is right that filled him.

He moved faster, harder, glad beyond expression that his Xan wasn’t human anymore. He never could have controlled himself, kept from hurting him… but with things the way they were, even his soul was awash in a sea of pure sensation, pure desire and pleasure and ecstasy at the sounds of pain-tinged pleasure flying from the man.

God, he was so there, so ready… he was going to explode into tiny pieces of Xander-flesh and never be able to put himself together again… And then he gasped, the faster, harder, more driving through him and into his heart, it felt like.

“Nnnnnnngggghhhhhhh…” he whimpered, as close as he could get to saying ‘now’, and fortunately Spike seemed to speak sex-stupid-Xander fluently because the blond moved faster, harder still, slamming wildly into him, into that place inside him and he couldn’t not look, couldn’t gaze mindlessly at the darkness behind his eyelids anymore and when he forced his head up from the mattress and looked into wide, wicked golden eyes in the demon’s face, he’d never seen anything more beautiful. He moaned and whimpered yet again, suddenly and violently erupting wild, hot splashes between them, the beast reveling in scent-marking ‘theirs’.

It was the sensation of hot, thick fluids spurting roughly against his abdomen that had him growling again, his sac high and tight and ready to burst as he buried himself balls-deep in his Xander once more. But it was the lustful gaze, the still wanton, incredible desire for all of him—demon and soul both—that had him pulling back completely, thick, seeping cock bouncing once in the air of the room before he slammed himself flush again, mouth covering the red, full lips, tongue driving deep, sharp teeth scratching hotter-than-sin skin as he shouted his own completion, his own fulfillment, his own overwhelming pleasure into that warm wet cavern and spilled deeply, roughly, harshly within the clenching, no-longer-virginal ass surrounding his pulsing cock.

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The operative swallowed hard, the swiftly fading sounds making him blush even more when he hadn’t thought he could blush in the first place. He cleared his throat then shook his head at his partner entering the room, turning his back in hopes of denying the other man the opportunity to tease him at his body’s reaction to what had definitely been… interesting.

He took a few deep breaths and raised the phone to his ear again, speaking to the echoing silence in Los Angeles.

“As I said, sir… there is some yelling going on, but they don’t appear to be… fighting.”

His grin was enormous as the continuing silence was suddenly ended with the very obvious click of the connection being ended.

It was always fun to screw with Angel’s head… and not in the way he was suddenly picturing. “Fuck, I need to get laid.”

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(A/N: Many thanks to those who reviewed the last part: nulinka (did that explain it at all? LOL), TheShadowCat, Christine, Selene (heh, Buffy's in Rome and thus not in Paris. :P) & chibifae (L.A.? *giggles* Wait and see. LOL). Hope you guys are still liking this. I should have more up soon. *grins*)