All I Need...

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Part 17

He wasn’t sure of whether he’d passed out for a moment or simply closed his eyes to bask in the amazing but still somewhat bizarre sensation of having Spike’s cock in his ass, driving him to a sort of razor-edged pleasure. Whichever it was, though, he’d somehow missed the part where the vampire had rolled them because when he opened his eyes, he found himself gazing down into sated and smug blue.

Xander chuckled softly, feeling his beast all curled up and satisfied in the back of his head. “Hey,” he murmured, one hand rising to stroke a chiseled cheek then slide on, fingers slipping swiftly into short blond hair. “Sorry if I went all… non-verbal on you, Spike.”

The vampire snorted, fingers flexing almost gently against the toned, rounded muscles of his Xander’s ass. “Least now I know how ta shut ya up, ‘ey, luv?”

Spike grinned, cutting off any possible response by the simple expedient of tilting his head up and capturing the still slightly swollen lips with his own, the kiss this time more leisurely, exploring, less desperate although no less yearning. “Was bloody incredible, Xan,” he whispered, pulling away just a scarce inch or so, “Unbelievable that ya let me… wanted me ta…”

Longish brown hair swayed gently as Xander shook his head. “God, Spike. Shit. I never knew… I mean, I kinda knew it felt good because if it didn’t then none of the guys I fucked before would have wanted me to but I didn’t know it could feel like that and how fucked up is it that I never even thought about doing that until you? I mean, maybe it wouldn’t have been as good with someone else and in fact I’m sure it wouldn’t because you’re you and…”

He forced his jaw to snap shut, blushing furiously at his own non-stop words and groaned. “And why are you the only one who can make me sound like the fucking donut-boy again?” he sighed.

He was caught between laughing at the fact that his Xan could still go on for that long without drawing breath and growling at the content of what he’d said. Sure, he’d known the man had… fucked before. Hell, he was glad of it in a way. At the same time, though, his demon was snarling. Xander was his! Still, Spike had been the first to take the man, to drive in deep and make him his own in a way no one else ever could… or ever would, soul and demon both agreed.

Xander was his, and… he was keeping him.

“Dunno, pet,” Spike finally answered the question he only vaguely remembered hearing. “Can promise ya… th’ donut-boy is th’ last thing I see when I look at ya, though.” And it was the truth. “Look at ya an’ see a bloke what’s made himself strong, luv… stands proud an’ doesn’t take any shit from anyone, yah? See a right stunnin’ mate, all silky skin an’ hard, beautiful muscle, one who’s got his own bloody demon or beast-- or whatever-- an’ rules it, not th’ other way ‘round.”

The young man tried to smile, pretending his heart wasn’t doing flips inside. “A-are you sure you’re not looking at yourself, Spike? Because that’s pretty much what I see in you, too.” He bit his lip, eyes boring into the vampire’s.

All Spike could do was laugh and roll them on the bed again, ending laying on the hot flesh of his… whatever… and leaning down to bite lightly at the salty-sweet spot where neck met shoulder. “Goin’ ta have ta think of your own words there, luv. ‘s not fair stealin’ mine.”

Xander chuckled again, a low, rich sound this time. “Damn,” he said after a moment, “Well, it was worth a try.”

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Oddly enough, his pleasure in Paris had returned, now that Spike was there to share it with.

They’d spent most of twenty-four hours in bed, ‘shagging’ as the vampire called it and talking a good bit, too. And that was a good thing, Xander figured, although he wouldn’t have minded not talking, either.

Still, now Spike knew the particulars of how he’d become what he was and understood why the hyena wasn’t on a rampage… well, understood it as well as Xander did, anyway.

Eventually, though, food had become an issue, and not just for the semi-human, so they’d gotten dressed, each bemoaning the fact that it was necessary to cover the stunning flesh of the other, and now… well, now they were strolling along one of the many picturesque streets, pausing now and then to look at the paintings displayed by hopeful young artists.

“You’ve a nice grasp of th’ absurd,” Spike said to one of them in passing and Xander laughed, grabbing the vampire’s arm and dragging him off before the artist could do more than look offended.

“No teasing the local wildlife,” he ordered playfully. “Not when you don’t know where they’ve been.”

“That one?” Spike snarked, jerking his head in the general direction of the young man they’d just passed, “Don’t care where he’s been, luv… know where he wanted ta be, though. Was watchin’ ya all th’ way up th’ street, pumpin’ lust-scent all over th’ place.” He tried not to growl but failed miserably.

Xander laughed again, high-pitched and wicked this time as the hyena found itself equally amused by the jealous tone. ‘Good,’ it whispered smugly, ‘Ours.’

‘Yessss,’ Xander agreed once again but all he said out loud was “Please. As if I’d want that under me even if I didn’t have you, Spike. Besides,” he added seriously, “I’d probably break him in like five seconds.”

He couldn’t deny that his Xan truly did have him. Had done since that night at the Lodge. Not the night in the trees, but that first night they’d met there although he hadn’t known it at the time.

Spike smirked then, suddenly stepping into the recessed doorway of a closed Patisserie and pulling his Xan in with him.

His hands were hard as he pressed the slightly taller man against the locked door. “You’d break him inta a million pieces, luv… an’ then I’d break ya inta even more for touchin’ him ta begin with.”

A deep, wild growl answered the words and Xander shifted, arms wrapping roughly around the vampire’s hard body and pulling him tightly against him as his lips found one pale ear and murmured. “Rather feel you shattering around me, Spike… all tight and cool and grunting like before when I…”

“Bloody hell,” Spike groaned, pressing closer as his cock responded willfully to the growl by swelling against the equally hard erection behind the cotton of his Xan’s pants. “Need… fuck. Need ta feed, Xan. Shit! Want ta have ya, luv, but…”

Green-tinged brown eyes gave him a curious look from within a slightly tilted head then curious became considering and considering became heated and that head tilted a bit more, neck arched fully, cords standing out under the swarthy, sun-kissed skin.

“So, feed. Feed, Spike. Feed and be strong. Then we can go back to the hotel and I can show you all the… wicked little thoughts I’ve been having since we left.”

And he’d never ever tell his vampire how much the beast was bouncing, how excited it was at the idea of ‘theirs’ feeding from him… never mention that the act itself made the hyena dominant to the vampire. It wasn’t as though it mattered, anyway, because… no matter what the spirit within him chose to believe, Xander knew the truth. He and Spike were as equal as it was possible to be, species aside.

“Feed,” he murmured again, one hand releasing Spike’s waist to rest against the nape of his neck, thumb just overlapping the soft bleached hairs.

“H-how wicked?” the blond said softly, eyes locked now on the thumping, drumming pulse he could see beneath the stretched skin. He didn’t notice that he’d licked his lips or that he’d leaned in, inhaling the blissful scent of interest, arousal, curiosity and desire un-tempered by even the slightest tinge of fear. “How wicked, Xan…” his lips asked in movement against skin, any sound—small as it might be—drowned out by that thudding, pounding, enticing beat-beat-beat.

“The thoughts…? As wicked… as you want… them to be… baby…” Xander groaned, his hand pressing that perfect mouth to his neck.

He heard the oddly erotic sounds of shifting flesh, reforming bone… felt the teeth slip from blunt to jagged. His neck arched more, harder, body begging silently for this kiss, deeper and more meaningful even than when he’d first felt Spike piercing his anus and… his entire body shuddered, shivered, shook with unsuppressed, unexpressed longing and need and completion as those sharp, wanting teeth dug deep, stabbing fast and hard but gently, too, into needy, desirous flesh and he tensed, arched, growled, moaned… came, roughly and wantonly against the sharp, strong form pressed so closely to him that it felt like an extension of his own.

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‘Nothing like it, never like it, couldn’t imagine, would never believe…’ The words flowed through his body, more emotions than actual words. The action alone, the offering. The lack of fear, the trust that implied.

It wasn’t anything Spike had ever known or expected or even thought of having.

And the fact that it was Xander—his Xan—standing there so willing, so wanting, so un-fucking-believably insisting with the strong grip, the demanding pull, the hard, full arch of his neck…? That was just…

He didn’t have the words. Not even in his mind did he have the words to define what it meant to him other than… everything.

And then he was right there, teeth pressing against that hot, so hot, so fucking hot smooth skin, the salty-sweet-musky taste swamping his senses, and… he bit.

He bit hard, he bit deep, he bit tenderly and carefully for all the passion and need drowning him in that moment. His Xander, his… love. Or maybe just his because that one statement contained so much that he couldn’t explain.

So he bit and he purred and he drew at the wound. And he groaned and he rocked and he held his Xan hard. He moaned and he shivered, body aching for more as he throbbed and he pulsed and released to the scent of completion suddenly thick in the still air of the shadowed, sheltered alcove.

The blood… his blood… was like nothing he’d ever known. Richer, somehow, than other blood taken straight from the vein, although those veins hadn’t been his Xan’s, hadn’t mattered, hadn’t… called to him. Not that he’d known what it would be like before this moment because as bloody tasty as his love smelled, the actual taste under his skin was…

“Sex an’ night an’ fragrant, fertile earth… that’s what ya taste like, Xan,” Spike whispered, eyes closed as he pulled away from the healing wound. “Moonlight, trees… seas of longin’ an’ freedom…”

And it was true. His entire body sang with it, vibrated with the sense of knowing this man, his Xander, his… he didn’t know what; only that whatever the brunette was to him, it wasn’t anything he’d ever expected. Wasn’t even anything he’d suspected could exist for a creature like himself.

Yet now he did know and he would never let it go. Never let him go.

“B-bloody hell…” he breathed, meeting wide brown eyes that reflected something similar to the knowledge he’d just received himself.

Xander nodded, fingers rising to his own neck, sliding slowly over the unmarked skin. “I… yeah…” He swallowed hard, unable to look away from the blond’s stare. “Wh-what just happened here, Spike…?”

Blue-again eyes closed for just an instant as the vampire shook his head, leaning harder against his Xan’s solid shape. “Dunno, pet,” he finally said, breathing slowly against tanned fingers. “Was… stunnin’, whatever it was, yah?”

“Oh, yeah… definitely…” His hand dropped, joining the other on Spike’s back and just holding the blond against him as he waited for his heart to stop racing, for his beast to stop demanding that they force the vampire to drink again, to take them in, to give them that feeling again… the feeling that ‘theirs’ had crawled inside them and made himself a home.

He felt the purr start in his chest, felt it rumbling through him and exiting past his lips and against the tanned neck. A small part of him worried that he’d already made himself too open, too… vulnerable to the dark-haired man. Still, Xan had been there for everything that had happened in the last… bloody hell, it was only a day and a half, wasn’t it?

Well, not really. Whatever they were doing had apparently been months if not years in the making, although in the later case, he was sure neither he nor the then-human had had so much as a clue.

And then again, maybe purring wasn’t so bad right now because he was fairly certain that the small, rumbling vibrations he felt against him were his Xan’s equivalent of that same action.

“Think it was a one time thing, luv?” Spike murmured, pretty sure that it hadn’t been, but damned if he didn’t want to…

“I don’t know, Spike,” Xander said, voice shaking just a bit but still silky and dark, “but maybe we should find out. Back at the hotel.”

Oh, yeah… the hotel. Their room. Their bed.

Spike shivered, wondering if he’d even be able to survive drinking his Xan while the man was buried deep inside him. Then again, if he had to die—again—that was how he wanted to go.

Xander laughed, finding himself suddenly being dragged through the streets faster than he’d have been able to follow had he still been human. “I’m guessing that’s a ‘yes’,” he called out to the blond at the end of his arm.

“That’s a bloody ‘hell yes’, pet!” the blond called back with a smirk, “Besides, luv, ya did say ya had some wicked things ya wanted ta do ta my tight body, yah?”

And wasn’t that an understatement? ‘Oursssss…’, the hyena whispered smugly.

‘Never letting him go,” Xander answered possessively, ‘Not even if he wants us to.’

‘Good. Keep Ours. Our WillSpike. Always.’

And while it could have been frightening just how much he and his beast were in agreement, in this case, it just… wasn’t.

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(A/N: More plot next part... *evil grin*

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