Vikings, Sires and Siblings

part 17

By nightfall, Angel, Cordelia and Tara had gone to the Summers’ house and packed up Tara’s things. Buffy and Dawn had accompanied them. Willow had stayed at Xander's place; after talking with Angel and then hearing that Tara had agreed to leave with him, she had locked herself in one of the spare rooms - not able to even walk into the room that she and Tara had shared. The memories from that morning still too fresh in her mind. Anya had popped off again - the world was full of scorned women apparently - and Xander and Spike had curled up together in front of the television.

"Do you think she'll come back, Spike?"

"Dunno, love. Peaches turning her has complicated things."

"I know, but still, do you think..."

Spike pulled Xander closer and kissed him softly.

"I think that whatever’s meant to happen will happen. Look at us? I would have turned you ages ago if not for the chip, and now I'm glad that it was someone else. Couldn't stand the thought of you hating me. And plus, I get to keep you forever. The witches will work things out. Or they won't; nothing we can do about it. She made her bed, Xander. She has to lie in it."

"What about Angel? Is he going to be okay? I feel like it's my fault - that I should have done it instead of him"

"NO!"

Spike tilted Xander’s face up and looked him in the eye.

"Don't you dare feel guilty over what happened. None of this is your fault - Willow was the one who forced Angel to do it; Willow is the one who should feel guilty. If Tara decides to never have anything further to do with her, it's her own fault. She could have let her go; yeah, it would have hurt, but she'd be left with loving memories and the knowledge that Tara went to her death loving her. Now? Now she may have to spend the rest of her life with the image of Tara in vamp face with her blood dripping from her fangs, knowing full well that it's her fault it happened."

Xander nodded his head and snuggled deeper into Spike’s embrace. Some time passed as Xander remembered his first few days as a vampire and how they had been filled with sex and blood and fighting and confusion. The demon aspect of him revelling in his sire’s attention - only being happy while he was being fucked or fed, while his soul was in agony over Anya and missing his friends something terrible. Plus there was the guilt that he was enjoying some of what was happening - the sex and the fighting lessons especially. He wondered if things would be different for Tara because Angel had a soul.

"Do you think she feel the compulsion? To sleep with Angel?"

"Dunno, love; but I know Angel feels it."

Spike chuckled as Xander sat up and looked at him in shock.

"That's what you were smiling about? Angel and Tara? She's a lesbian, though."

Xander's mouth twisted in confusion.

"Yeah, I pointed that out to him; he reminded me that you were straight."

"Huh."

"Yeah."

Xander snorted and shook his head.

"I don't think Willow's going to be too happy about this."

"I'm more concerned with the cheerleader, myself. She loves him, you know."

"She does? How'd I miss that?"

"Well, you never were the brightest bulb in the box, love. You never figured out that I fancied you."

Xander swatted his lover playfully and then sat up and straddled his lap.

"So, you fancy me, do you?"

Spike grinned and nodded his head. Xander leaned in and licked the shell of Spike’s ear before whispering to him.

"Show me?"

Spike growled and stood up - Xander in his arms - and headed for their bedroom. It would be their luck if they stayed where they were, Willow would come out and find them. He wasn't in the mood to be interrupted.

~!~

In the bedroom, Spike set Xander on his feet and kissed him slowly, revelling in the feel of having his lover in his arms. He had been so scared that Dru and the mystery woman - Xander's 'sister' - were going to take him away that every touch they shared felt like it could be their last. There was always a sense of urgent, rushed desperation. Now though, he wanted slow. He wanted to take his time worshipping his mate. Showing him how much he was loved.

Xander pulled his shirt up over his head and tossed it to the corner of the room. He reached for his lover only to have his hands pushed away as he was led toward the bed. He was laid down gently on his back as Spike stepped away and removed his own clothes. His eyes bled yellow in lust at the sight of his naked lover. He wanted him in the bed and in his body. Now.

"Come here."

Xander growled and reached again for Spike only to have his mate grin and shake his head.

"Not rushing tonight, Xan; I want to take my time, drive you crazy with want. I want to hear you begging for me, love."

Xander groaned. Part frustration and part anticipation. Spike could be... creative when he was in the mood, and from the way he was looking at him, Xander was sure he was in for a very pleasurable torment.

Spike crawled up the length of the bed and kissed Xander softly; he sucked his lower lip into his mouth and then bit down on it. Xander growled low in his throat and bucked his hips up. Spike pulled away from his mouth with a soft chuckle.

"None of that, pet, or I'll have to tie you up."

That only made Xander moan in lust and do it again. Spike grinned wickedly and shifted to his demon face before shifting lower on Xander’s body so that he was straddling his legs. He dipped his head and ran the points of his fangs along the column of Xander’s throat.

"Fuck! Yeah, baby, do it. Bite me."

Spike resisted the urge to do just that and moved a bit lower. He continued to tease Xander with just the smallest hint of his fangs across his collarbone. When his lover grabbed his head and tried to force him to bite he pulled away and sat up. Xander moaned at the loss of sensation and looked up at his mate through his haze of lust.

"Spike? Why ... Why'd you stop?"

"Told you, love. I wanted to take my time. Now, are you gonna be a good boy and let me touch you the way I want to, or do I have to get the chains?"

Xander weighed his options, and after a minute of silence Spike laughed at him.

"Naughty, pet. But how 'bout we leave the chains for another time, eh? Just lie still and take it like a man, Xander. I promise you, patience has its rewards."

"Okay. I'll try."

Spike got back to his leisurely exploration of his mate’s body, starting this time with his chest. He traced a light circle around his right nipple, coming close but never actually touching the hard little nub. Then he repeated the torment on the left one as well. Back and forth he went, each time applying just a little more pressure with his tongue, coming just a little closer to the hard peaks of flesh. Finally, without warning, he pierced the right one with his fang.

Xander arched up and howled at the sharp stinging sensation in his breast. As Spike’s mouth finally closed over the wound, and his soft, agile tongue lapped at the tiny droplets of blood, he felt an aching throb in his groin.

"Please, oh God, Spike, please."

Xander’s fingers scrabbled at his button fly and Spike took pity on him and undid the offending garment and pulled the jeans open to expose his hard prick. Xander sighed in relief only to shout in ecstasy as Spike bit through his left nipple and suckled at it.

When he had laved away the blood, Spike moved from his lover’s nipple and began to prick tiny little marks along Xander’s chest and abdomen with his teeth. He lay down between Xander’s thighs and grabbed his lover's hips to hold him steady. He stuck his tongue into Xander’s belly button and laughed softly as his mate squealed and tried to roll away.

"Sorry, love; won't do it again."

Xander gave him a look that clearly stated he didn't believe him. Spike just smiled and then without warning, buried his fangs into the soft flesh of Xander's tummy - directly over his navel. Xander groaned and writhed as Spike drank from him, then whimpered in protest as he pulled his fangs free.

Spike watched the blood slowly seep up through the wounds he had just made before slowly licking it away and laving the wounds until they healed over. He shifted slightly and looked up at Xander. His lover was panting, and watching him with a look of unbridled lust. Spike shifted lower, and still looking into Xander's lust-filled eyes, sank his fangs into the vein on the underside of Xander’s cock.

Xander screamed as the pain and the pleasure shot through him; his orgasm hit from nowhere and he melted into a boneless heap as Spike released his softening flesh and licked over the twin punctures before shifting higher and lapping up his spilled seed, as well. Spike licked his lips and rumbled happily as Xander panted and began to grow hard once again from watching his lover clean him.

"You taste bloody wonderful, love. Could eat you all up, I could."

Spike kissed Xander then, sharing his flavour. As their tongues duelled, Spike's hand was digging in the bedside table drawer for lubricant. Once he had fished it out, he pulled his lips away from Xander’s just long enough to bite the cap off the tube before fastening their mouths together again.

Xander wrapped his arms around Spike as he kissed him. He opened his legs further and canted his hips in invitation. Spike wasted no time in introducing one slippery digit to his waiting entrance. Xander sighed as he was finally entered - even if it was only with a finger. He loved having Spike inside of him, fingers, tongue, cock, it was all good as long as he was touching him.

"Please, Spike. More."

"Hush, love; I'll take care of you."

Spike inserted a second finger and rubbed over Xander’s prostate. He knew his lover was ready for him, but he wanted to draw it out. There was no need to rush, no threat hanging over their heads this time. He wanted to keep them both hard and on edge as long as possible.

Xander tried to be patient, he really did. But as Spike slowed the movements of his fingers he growled and quickly flipped their positions so that he was lying on top of Spike; his yellow eyes boring into the amused blue of his lover’s.

"You. Are a tease."

Spike chuckled and shook his head.

"Not teasing. Just enjoying you for as long as I can."

"Hmm, well in that case, maybe it should be my turn to not be a tease. Hmm?"

Xander didn't give Spike a chance to reply; he just slid down his body and engulfed his hard shaft. As he swallowed against the tip, Spike's hands fisted in his hair and his hips drove up from the bed.

"Shit, Xander! Yeah, pet, do that."

Xander hummed around his mouthful of cock and Spike swore loudly and creatively, but before Spike could cum, Xander released him and stood up.

"Oi! Where're you going?"

Spike sat up and was about to grab Xander and drag him back into bed when he realised that his mate was simply removing his pants. Xander raised an eyebrow as he slid his jeans down his thighs, and Spike licked his lips.

"Oh. Continue then."

Spike watched hungrily as Xander stepped out of his trousers and crawled back up the length of the bed until he was hovering on all fours over the smaller vampire. He grinned wickedly and then leaned down to his lover’s ear.

"Turn over for me, Spike. I want your ass."

Spike's eyes widened in lust and he hurriedly flipped himself onto his stomach. Xander kissed his way down his lover’s spine and then settled himself between the blonde’s thighs. Using his thumbs, he spread the pale smooth cheeks and revealed the hidden entrance. He blew on it and watched as it clenched up before relaxing again. He heard Spike begin to pant in anticipation, and smiled an evil little smile.

Spike was going insane. His mate loved to torture him; knowing how much he enjoyed the man's tongue, he always drew it out, making the wait almost unbearable before he touched him. This time would be no different. He remembered what he had told Xander - that he wanted to hear him begging; looked like he'd be the one begging now.

"God, Xander. Touch me, please."

Xander leaned in and lapped at the tiny pink pucker and Spike groaned. Feeling rather smug at the way he could reduce this century-and-then-some-old Master vampire to begging and babbling and shouting his name, Xander went to work on rimming his mate. He knew he had a talented tongue; both Anya and Spike had sung its praises on many occasions. But he'd never enjoyed using it as much as he did now, when Spike was sobbing and speaking in tongues as he shoved it in as far as he could and curled the tip of his tongue just so.

"Jesus! Xander!"

Spike went rigid and then slumped to the mattress. Xander removed his tongue, kissed both pale cheeks and then rolled Spike onto his back. He licked up the cum smeared across his belly and then sucked the blonde’s softening shaft into his mouth. Once Spike was hard again, he straddled him and slowly took his mate’s length inside of himself.

Spike watched as Xander rode him leisurely, the edge having been taken off by the powerful orgasms they'd both already experienced. One thing was for certain, his mate was beautiful. Spike had never seen a more beautiful sight than his Xan when he was naked, hard, shining with sweat and riding his cock. It was too bad they didn't have reflections; he'd have loved to show Xander how gorgeous he looked about now.

Xander quickened his pace slightly and began clenching his muscles around his lover’s cock. As Spike began to thrust up to meet him, he started to ride him in earnest. He wanted Spike to come, wanted to watch him as he did.

As Spike's demon came to the fore, Xander began to ride him harder. He couldn't hold out any longer, and with a sound halfway between a shout and a snarl, he came deep inside his mate.

Xander wasted no time. As soon as he had wrung the last of Spike's orgasm from him, he moved up off of his lover's cock, spread his legs and drove himself inside. He pounded into Spike hard and fast, relishing the feel of his silky walls contracting around him. He came all too soon and then collapsed onto his mate's chest.

They both lay sated and at peace, wrapped in each other’s arms. They knew that this respite was only temporary; living on the hellmouth meant they were always going to be in danger of some kind, but for now they didn't care about any of that. They didn't want to think about anything or anyone outside of this room or this bed.

~!~

Tara stood on the front porch of Buffy’s house and looked down at the car parked out front. She could hardly believe she was leaving Sunnydale to go to LA with two people she hardly knew. But after what Willow had done, she knew she couldn't stay there; she needed help - someone who understood what she was now. She knew that Xander would take her in, that he would do whatever he could to help her - Spike too - but Willow would always be around, and she just couldn't look at her yet. She didn't know what to say to her, or how to act. She wanted to apologise for biting her, but a little voice reminded her that it was Willow’s fault she was a vampire in the first place. She assumed it was the demon.

Funny that after she had drunk from Angel she felt calmer - more herself. She guessed it had something to do with him being her sire. She didn't know all that much about vampires, just enough to know to run away if possible and how to kill them if you couldn't. She left all the other stuff - the social structures and clans and all that to Willow. Now she wished she had paid attention.

Angel and Cordy were inside saying goodbye to Buffy and Dawn so she had slipped outside to spend a few minutes alone. She heard Dawn approaching and marvelled at how she knew it was Dawn, even before the girl had opened the door. She recognised her heartbeat.

"Hey, Dawnie."

Tara turned and offered the girl a smile. Dawn tried to smile back, but couldn't pull it off. Silent tears tracked down her face and stepped toward the older woman and then faltered. Tara held out her arms and Dawn flung herself at her and sobbed into her shoulder.

"I'm so sorry; this is all my fault. If I hadn't gotten grabbed by those guys, then you wouldn't have been there and those vamps wouldn't have hurt you, and Willow wouldn't have... And Angel wouldn't have turned you. I'm sorry, Tara. So, so sorry."

Dawn cried harder and Tara continued to hold her as she cooed softly to her and petted her long hair.

"Dawnie, listen to me."

Tara lifted Dawn’s face and looked her in the eye.

"This isn't your fault. It happened, and we have to deal with it, but I don't blame you. Sweetie, if I had died, I'd have gone happy knowing that you were safe. It would have been worth it."

"Is it still worth it though? I mean, you're a vampire now. I know you say you don't blame me, but what if you do someday? What if someday you're sitting around waiting for the sun to set so you can go outside and you suddenly think, 'hey! This is all Dawn’s fault. If she had just been more careful and not gotten grabbed, I'd still be human.' What happens then? I don't want you to hate me."

Tara smiled.

"Never happen. I know who is responsible for my turning, and it isn't you. I promise you, I'll never hate you."

"And Willow? What's gonna happen with you guys now?"

Tara sighed.

"I don't know; so much is different now, I just don't know if we can ever go back. A part of me understands why she did it, but a bigger part resents her for it. That's why I'm leaving; I need time to get used to what I am now, without Willow around. I do still love her, but if I stayed here, she'd use that against me, you know? I'd probably tell her I forgive her even if I didn't just to make her feel better, and that would only make it worse in the end. I want to forgive her, but I don't know if it's possible yet."

Dawn nodded her head and kissed Tara on the cheek.

"Promise me, no matter what happens with you and Willow, that we'll still be friends?"

"I promise."

Buffy, Cordy, and Angel came outside; Angel put his hand on Tara's shoulder and she looked up at him.

"Are you ready? We'll need to get going if we're going to make it to LA before daybreak."

Tara nodded and Dawn stepped out of her arms with a sad smile. The trio walked to the car while the Summers sisters watched from the porch. They waved as the car drove off and then silently turned and went back inside.

~!~

Willow lay awake in the strange room and stared at the ceiling. The sounds of Xander and Spike making love had finally tapered off, but she still wasn't able to sleep. She wished that none of this had happened, that Tara was still alive and that they were at home in their own bed. Not her here, and Tara in LA, or on her way to LA or wherever she was right now. She wasn't even startled when Anya appeared in the darkened room in full demon visage; she had made a wish after all, even if it was silent. With a smile on her face she sat up and turned toward the patron saint of scorned women but before she could open her mouth, Anya spoke.

"Don't even think about it. I already spoke with D'Hoffryn and he agreed that I'm too emotionally involved to grant your wish. You made your decision and now you have to learn to live with it. Oh, and Willow? Don't bother trying to summon someone else to do it either; no one will touch this one. They've been warned off."

Willow’s eyes darkened in rage as Anya vanished. She walked out of the bedroom, down the stairs and out the front door. There had to be something she could do to make this all go back to the way it was. No matter what it took, she was going to find it, and get Tara back where she belonged.


THE END