Old Enemies... (S/X)

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Part 17

Three days since his ‘breakdown’, as Harris called it in his head. Three days during which Spike had done everything he could to convince him he really meant all those gushy-feeling inducing things he’d said. And the blond had pretty much succeeded, he admitted silently.

One large, warm hand stroked slowly up and down the spine of the sleeping vampire, a small smile on the human’s face. Nobody had ever been as beautiful as the creature lying beside him. He was sure of that much. Hell, he actually couldn’t blame Dru and Angelus for wanting to preserve Spike for all time, even if the vampire did claim to have been something of a milksop, back in the day. Obviously the insane woman had seen what he truly was and if her Sire had chosen to help out, then… good. And good for himself, he figured. If they hadn’t done as they had, he—Harris—would never have known this feeling. This… deep, full happiness.

His hand stroked more, just a bit harder on the sleek spine.

Spike smirked into his pillow, doing his best to stay still. The long, slow touches were incredibly comforting to his soul. They made him feel… he didn’t know what, but it was definitely a good thing. For the first time in the years since his Turning, he didn’t have to worry about why he was being… petted, basically. Xander wasn’t setting him up for anything… wasn’t using kindness to disarm him just so he could suddenly turn around and hurt him. How did he know?

Because that wasn’t his love.

No, Xander was exactly what he seemed to be. Strong, handsome, reliable… loving, sensual, loyal. He was exactly what Spike had needed all his life. And if it had taken a hundred and some odd years to get to this place, well… that was all right.

Of course, he still had to tell him about the claiming. He’d been putting that off, thinking it might scare the other man.

He’d tell Xander about it when he got back from DC, he decided. That would be better than telling him now.

If he told him now, the bloke would spend the entire two days away from him wondering and worrying and working himself into a fret. Spike just knew it. Plenty of time for that when they were together again. At least then he’d be able to distract him, not to mention deal with whatever emotional outbursts might come.

Yeah… that would be the best plan, after all.

Harris smiled to himself, hearing the little mumbles of Spike thinking hard. The blond had always done that and obviously that hadn’t changed. Still, that meant the vampire wasn’t really sleeping, and if that were the case…

He stroked his hand up that long lean back again, letting it continue on the down stroke to the pale, toned cheek nearest him. Fingers spread, clenching just a bit on skin and muscle, and Harris chuckled as he heard Spike moan.

“Morning, babe,” he murmured, releasing the handful to rub lazy circles on Spike’s rear. “I thought you were NEVER gonna wake up.”

Spike grumbled, trying to sound sleepy. “Who says I’m awake?” he muttered. “An’ don’t call me babe. Makes me sound like bloody Cher, it does.”

Harris shrugged, laughing. “Tell you what,” he said, sliding one thick digit playfully up and down the vampire’s crack. “You can be Sonny later… babe. And if you’re not awake, I guess I just need to try harder.”

The vampire groaned, spreading his legs a bit. “Goin’ ta hold ya ta that, luv,” he murmured, raising his hips to allow room for his growing shaft. “So… you’re goin’ ta wake me up, ‘ey?”

The brunette laughed again, moving closer to lay a soft, wet kiss between Spike’s shoulder blades. “Wake you up… wear you out. Same difference,” he teased. His tongue lapped gently at the soft skin and he moaned softly at the taste. “Jesus fuck,” Harris sighed happily, placing more kisses on his back.

Spike rumbled softly, hips shifting just a bit as the lips traveled down his skin. “Yeah… luv… I’m him…” He gasped, feeling that one finger at his crack pressing harder between his cheeks. “Bloody hell, luv… don’t ya dare stop…”

Harris sat up, his finger still moving up and down, up and down that wonderful crease. “Yes, Spike, that’s exactly what I was planning. Get us both all hot and bothered, then stop.” He snorted, his eye scanning the bed and the table beside it for the tube from the night before, finally seeing it peeking out from under the corner of Spike’s pillow.

“Bleedin’ smart ass,” Spike muttered with a grin, pressing up against that digit just a bit. “Workin’ your way up to a spankin’, you are…” He smirked, smelling the suddenly even more intense scent of his love’s arousal.

“Promises, promises,” Harris murmured, grabbing the tube with his free hand and setting it down closer to them. He shifted, bending over to press his lips to one cool globe of flesh, teeth nibbling lightly as he pressed that finger deeper. “Open up, babe… let me see all of you…”

Spike would have said something smug if he could have but the sensation of his human’s teeth along with that finger probing at him had him doing nothing but what Xander had asked. He found himself rolling quickly to stare at the stunning dark haired young man as his knees drew up then fell to either side of him, his cock bouncing proudly as it hardened even more. “As you wish, pet…”

Harris chuckled softly and leaned forward, taking the thick seeping head into his mouth quickly. He slid his lips slowly to the base, sucking hard as he reversed the motion. “I have a lot of wishes, Spike,” he whispered, nipping lightly down the underside of the turgid shaft.

Long, elegant fingers gripped tightly at three hundred count Egyptian cotton. “G-granted, luv… every one…” he gasped, his head grinding back against the bed as he felt that mouth on his sac, sucking, nipping, gently rolling each tight ball between tongue and palate. “Bloody hell!” he growled, his face shifting quickly.

His own body was tighter than tight, longing to be buried deep within the pinkish pucker he could see when he lifted the heavy sac in his hand. And he would be soon enough, Harris knew. But first… well, first…

He laid himself out further, tongue flicking at the balls in his hand. “Hold your knees up, Spike,” he whispered, the words breathing across the dampened flesh. “Up and wide, okay?”

Spike almost couldn’t believe that his human already had him panting, but it was true. He forced his fingers to let go of the sheets beneath his, his hands moving to the crooks of his knees, lifting his legs and holding them spread wide. “Granted…” he groaned.

Amusement danced in his eye. He could get used to this wishing thing. “Gods, Spike…” he murmured, staring at the entirety of the man before him, “You’re so…” He shook his head, unable to find the words, then leaned in again, laving the lightly-haired sac for just a moment more before sliding the tip of his tongue almost roughly over that soft spot between it and his next target, pressing hard.

“Xan!” Spike yelped, golden eyes slamming shut at the sensation, only to fly wide again when he felt that wet point circling his anus. “Luv!”

Arms slid on the mattress, sliding under thighs and over their tops, holding the man still as he tasted and teased, moaning at the flavor before pressing inescapably at that clenched ring. His tongue probed slowly, pressing harder each time until finally he felt it pass through, sliding into the very core of the writhing vampire.

Spike could feel the dribbles of pre-cum dripping onto his skin… feel the brunette’s head between his legs, the tongue flicking within him… and he’d be damned if he could keep himself from looking. He somehow managed to tear his gaze from the ceiling, but looking down his own curled in torso was his undoing.

The sight of his beloved there, tongue buried deep is his bum, opening him, loosening him… the slight pain of the fingers digging deep into the tops of his thighs… it was all too much. “Xander!” he growled, his body convulsing as much as it could in that position as his cock swelled further and spurted rapid, thick shots of copious seed over his chest and face.

Harris felt the shaking of his love’s body and smiled to himself, driving his tongue harder and deeper, swirling it wickedly within Spike’s rear. He pressed harder when he felt that tight ring clench even more, trying to push him out. His fingers flexed roughly on Spike’s thighs and he shook his head a little, letting his nose and cheeks rub sac and skin wickedly.

His human was trying to kill him. That was the only possible explanation for why the bloke wasn’t stopping… wasn’t even slowing down. “Luv…” he groaned, nearly begging, “Want you, Xan… need you…”

It was the work of maybe a minute for Harris to pull his tongue from the tightness surrounding it and find the tube he’d gotten earlier. He coated his cock quickly, then moved his slicked hand to Spike’s now-reddened hole. “Gods, Spike… I need you too…”

One finger pressed deep and Spike groaned. “Bloody hell, luv! Enough with th’ foreplay. Need you IN me. NOW!” He held his legs open even wider, rocking just a bit as the finger was withdrawn, the broad, thick, hot tip of his Xander’s cock replacing it. “Yessss…” he hissed. “Now, luv… now…”

And what was a boy to do? Xander thought wryly, even as he pushed forward in small, short thrusts, his hips shifting just a little from side to side. Make love to his vampire, of course, he answered himself. He groaned loud and long as just the head of him began to move past the tight little pucker, then groaned even louder, this time joined by Spike, as that ring relaxed and he took that long slide to flush.

“Gods… Spike… MY Spike…”

His hands released his knees, letting his legs wrap around the warmth of his claimed’s sturdy waist. “Yeah… pet… your spike… in your Spike…” he moaned low and deep as Xander started moving.

No matter how many times he found himself balls-deep in Spike, each time was like the first. He rediscovered the tightness, the cool burn, the overwhelming sense of completion. Of coming home. Being home.

And maybe, Harris realized, that was why none of his other relationships had worked; not even his marriage to the lovely and accepting Maria. Fact was… Spike was his ideal.

Even when he’d thought the vampire was dead, there must have been a part of him screaming, crying, demanding that there had to be more. That somewhere in the world, there had to be someone who could make him feel the way he’d only felt for Spike, and only after he’d seen him die.

But that didn’t matter now, he knew. Because Spike wasn’t dead. Or not in the ‘big pile of dust at the bottom of a crater’ way. And he truly WAS home. Home. With Spike. Home FOR Spike, he hoped.

He rocked himself slowly and deeply into the man, reveling in the sensation of those long, strong legs wrapped around his waist as the cool hands grasped wildly at his back. His eye focused on one barely slitted golden orb and he stroked in and out even more slowly, something within him wanting to make this moment last forever… or at least make the memory of it last two days.

“How does that feel, Spike,” he whispered, hips twisting slightly as he rocked deep, his cock moving against the other man’s hard little nub in small increments. “Tell me, babe… how does it feel…?”

If it were possible to have murderous thoughts at a moment like that, Spike was having them. His beloved was… fuck! Driving him crazier than Dru EVER was and the bloke expected him to speak?

Well, apparently so because his Xan slid deep and stopped, waiting for a response apparently.

“F-feels…” he finally managed to moan, “B-bloody… amazin’… pet…” His eyes closed hard, wishing for nothing other than more strokes, more tenderness, more… Xander. Hell, he’d never really known that having his ass plundered could BE tender. Not until this human. HIS human. His fingers flexed, digging deep into the thick cords of muscle at either side of the man’s spine. “Luv me, Xander… just luv me… don’t ever stop…. PROMISE me you won’t ever soddin’ stop!”

And that was a promise Harris knew he could keep. Hell, he’d have to kill himself to stop loving Spike, and even if he did… he’d still love him in whatever afterlife a one-eyed, bi-sexual, one-vampire-fixated former Scooby got.

His body started moving again, still slowly, still deeply. “Look at me, Spike,” he whispered, needing to see the man’s eyes, to know he was there with him. “Look at me, babe… I love you. I will ALWAYS… love you…” His breath caught as the golden stare fastened on his one good brown eye.

Harris’s hips moved faster, harder, unable to resist the depth of love, need, wanton desire in those eyes. He couldn’t stop. WOULDN’T stop. He loved Spike beyond the boundaries he’d always thought existed and he for damned sure needed to SHOW him.

His hips moved like pistons, burying himself deep then receding, shifting to hit that special spot, and when Spike howled high and rough, his cock spewing yet again between their bodies, Harris did the only thing he could to show the other man how much he meant it.

He bowed his head, his mouth finding the tense, arched column of Spike’s neck… and he bit. HARD.

He bit until skin split and cool blood tasting of moonlight and hops and the colour of night burst over his tongue.

A small part of him knew it was merely borrowed blood he drank, but the majority of him didn’t care, and as his body exploded wickedly and rapturously, he continued to drink it down.

Nothing had ever tasted as good or as right… nothing.

Spike’s entire body clenched hard and if he hadn’t been able to hold on to just a bit of his sanity, his legs and arms might have broken his human’s back.

Xander was… biting him!

The realization had yet another volley of cool spunk shooting from him, coating their chests as he pressed his neck harder against the blunt teeth.

It would hurt like a bitch later, he knew, but right in that moment… he couldn’t manage to care. His ass was full of his beloved’s cock, and the human had almost completed the full claiming. And now…

Spike groaned loudly, his ass shifting down to take in as much of Xander’s cock as possible as he felt the younger man swell a bit more.

“Xan… luv… YES! NOW!” he keened, his legs rising to the man’s middle back. “Cum for me, pet!”

Regardless of their positions, Harris was well aware of who wore the pants in their relationship. And if he were going to be honest, he’d admit that he wouldn’t have it any other way.

He slammed himself deeper still, once, twice, three times more. His mouth opened wider, screaming against Spike’s neck as the command made him tighten, then begin streaming ropes of thick, viscous fluid into his vampire’s willing ass. “Spike!” he tried to scream, although it came out more like ‘Spuuullllg…’ as he continued to drink, his cock still exploding as though it would never stop.

(A/N: Thanks to E (again) and Susan for their reviews... and yes, things are going to get uncomfortable for the lovers... but I hope you guys will like how it all works out. Hell, I hope I will because I'm still writing it. LOL)