Old Enemies... (S/X)
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Old Enemies Part 18
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Part 18
He couldn’t believe he’d passed out.
Then again, maybe it made sense.
His Xan had been so deep in him and had DRANK from him!
Spike purred, his fingers finding their way to the mark the young man had made.
He felt a shiver low and deep in his stomach as he touched it; then he purred more.
His human had taken the first step towards completing the claim. Had almost made them fully bound.
He wondered whether Xan knew it, but… even if he didn’t he would soon.
Spike stretched, still purring contentedly. He’d just have to chance telling Xander before he left. After all, now that the claiming was nearly done, it wouldn’t matter how far away from each other they were. He’d know when Xan got all freaked in DC, as he was sure to do.
All that was left was to give his human a proper send-off, and he had a good number of thoughts regarding how to do that.
He smiled softly, reaching out across the bed. He was ready to try all his ideas and more.
A frown crossed his face as he discovered more cool sheets without a hot body on or in them. “Luv…?” he murmured before opening his eyes to find the note on what had become Xander’s pillow.
~Dear Spike,
I’m sorry but I couldn’t get you to wake up. Had to get back to the hotel so I could pack for the flight.
I’m gonna miss you SO much. But hey, it’s only two days, right? And then I’ll be back for two weeks with no work! We can just stay in bed and order in. Assuming you’ve got a place that delivers blood, but having seen your apartment I’m sure you do.
I meant what I said… BABE. When I get back, you get to be Sonny. I like it when you’re all… well, you know.
I hope you’re not mad at me for biting you, Spike. I just couldn’t help it. I mean, there you were, begging (and yes YOU WERE BEGGING… silently, but still) for something more and I just couldn’t help it. Poor impulse control, huh? Guess that explains Anya, right? And yes, that’s a joke. She was never even a hundredth of what YOU are to me.
But back to the other thing…
Just so you know, Spike… you tasted amazing. I held you for nearly three hours afterwards and all I could think about was how much I wanted to bite you again… taste you… while you pounded into me.
Guess that’s something to try when I get back, huh?
Anyway, I need to stop writing before this note becomes a written ramble. More than it already is, I mean.
I love you, Spike. I miss you already. I need to at least hear your voice, so call me. I know you have my cell number. USE IT, Deadboy Junior!
All my heart and soul,
Xander~
Spike frowned then sighed. He’d known he’d passed out, but for hours?
Then again, he figured he might have.
He’d never had a human-- much less a human connected to HIM-- drink from him, and certainly not in the midst of some of the best sex he’d ever had. And Xander had almost finished the claiming, even if he DIDN’T know it… and he definitely didn’t, judging by the note.
Spike smiled slightly, relaxing back on the bed and inhaling the scent of his beloved from the sheets. Going by the time on the clock, his human wouldn’t be landing for another twenty minutes. Add another half hour for baggage claim and… yeah. Call him in an hour.
He pulled Xander’s pillow to him, his nose buried deep as he drew in draught after draught of the beloved scent.
* * * * *
“Xan.”
“Spike…?”
“Hello, luv…”
“Gods, Spike… I miss you already.” A sigh.
“Yeah… miss you too, pet. Woke up and you were gone. Pity, that. Had so many things I wanted ta do with you… ta make sure you didn’t forget me while you’re gone.”
A laugh. “If I couldn’t forget you for all those years, babe, two days isn’t ever gonna make it happen. I might be kinda… needy when I get back, though. Just so you know.”
A low, deep chuckle. “I’m already ‘needy’, Xan… need ta touch you, taste you, feel you under me…”
“Jesus fuck, Spike,” deep groan, “ Can you at least wait until I get to my place?”
“Can,” smug tone, “Won’t, though. Now, where was I? Right… feel you beneath me. Need that. Need ta feel that tight, hot ass of yours wrapped ‘round my cock like a soddin’ velvet fist… need ta hear you moanin’ like you do… feel your hands grabbin’ at my arms, my back, my ass…”
A wordless moan on Harris’s end.
“Need ta rock inta you, see th’ sweat drippin’ down th’ sides of your face, feel your body heavin’ against mine, pullin’ me in so deep I almost think we’ve fused, luv… that we’ve become one great shudderin’ beast…”
A muttered “Fuck…” followed by a strong, heavy gasp for air.
A voice belonging to neither of them is heard through the line. “Jesus, Will! If Harris pulls it out and has a go at it in my car, I’m sending you the bill for the detailing, including what’s going to have to be a truly HUGE tip!”
A barked laugh. “Tell your El ta calm down, mate… just havin’ a bit of fun, right?”
A groan. “You are SO gonna pay for this when I get back to New York, Spike… in spades!”
Purring. “Lookin’ forward ta it, luv…” A soft sigh. “Just… miss you, pet. Didn’t know I could miss anyone so much an’ live… or go on existin’… whatever it is I do.”
“I… I know what you mean, babe… I almost didn’t get on the plane. I kept thinking about you lying there all… sleek and sexy and covered in your own…”
“God, give it a REST, you two! I do NOT need to hear this right now! Not even the ONE side of it!” Annoyed, snarky tone.
Rueful chuckle. “An’ what’s crawled up Elliot’s ass, luv? Seems ta be right irritable, he does.”
A chuckle, then a whisper. “Trevor. All of an hour away by plane.”
“Right, then. Tell th’ bloke I’m sorry. Didn’t mean ta rub it in. Know how it is ta miss a special bloke, don’t I?”
Sigh. “Yeah, so do I, Spike. And I’ll tell him. I… I love you, Spike. Only twenty one hours and… thirty three minutes to go, though. I THINK I can make it…”
“If not, luv,” possessive growl, “You get your ass on the next plane an’ get back ta my place. There’s NOTHIN’ at yours that I can’t buy for you here, got it?”
Soft laugh. “Got it, Spike… call me in an hour, okay?” Whisper, “I’ll be in the shower but my phone’s waterproof.”
Soft growl. “ ‘s a date, luv… talk ta you then. Tell Elliot I said g’night.”
“I will… and Spike…?”
“Yeah, pet… luv you too… can’t stop thinkin’ about how you… bit me…”
“You, uh… didn’t mind?” Tentative tone.
Loud chuckle. “Mind, luv? I’ll only mind if you don’t do it again. Just th’ way you said in your note, alright?”
Shuddering breath. “Oh, yeah… twenty one hours and thirty two minutes… and we’ll do that.”
“Bloody hell… talk ta you in an hour, pet. Luv you.”
“Same here. Forever, Spike.”
“Forever.”
Part 18
He couldn’t believe he’d passed out.
Then again, maybe it made sense.
His Xan had been so deep in him and had DRANK from him!
Spike purred, his fingers finding their way to the mark the young man had made.
He felt a shiver low and deep in his stomach as he touched it; then he purred more.
His human had taken the first step towards completing the claim. Had almost made them fully bound.
He wondered whether Xan knew it, but… even if he didn’t he would soon.
Spike stretched, still purring contentedly. He’d just have to chance telling Xander before he left. After all, now that the claiming was nearly done, it wouldn’t matter how far away from each other they were. He’d know when Xan got all freaked in DC, as he was sure to do.
All that was left was to give his human a proper send-off, and he had a good number of thoughts regarding how to do that.
He smiled softly, reaching out across the bed. He was ready to try all his ideas and more.
A frown crossed his face as he discovered more cool sheets without a hot body on or in them. “Luv…?” he murmured before opening his eyes to find the note on what had become Xander’s pillow.
~Dear Spike,
I’m sorry but I couldn’t get you to wake up. Had to get back to the hotel so I could pack for the flight.
I’m gonna miss you SO much. But hey, it’s only two days, right? And then I’ll be back for two weeks with no work! We can just stay in bed and order in. Assuming you’ve got a place that delivers blood, but having seen your apartment I’m sure you do.
I meant what I said… BABE. When I get back, you get to be Sonny. I like it when you’re all… well, you know.
I hope you’re not mad at me for biting you, Spike. I just couldn’t help it. I mean, there you were, begging (and yes YOU WERE BEGGING… silently, but still) for something more and I just couldn’t help it. Poor impulse control, huh? Guess that explains Anya, right? And yes, that’s a joke. She was never even a hundredth of what YOU are to me.
But back to the other thing…
Just so you know, Spike… you tasted amazing. I held you for nearly three hours afterwards and all I could think about was how much I wanted to bite you again… taste you… while you pounded into me.
Guess that’s something to try when I get back, huh?
Anyway, I need to stop writing before this note becomes a written ramble. More than it already is, I mean.
I love you, Spike. I miss you already. I need to at least hear your voice, so call me. I know you have my cell number. USE IT, Deadboy Junior!
All my heart and soul,
Xander~
Spike frowned then sighed. He’d known he’d passed out, but for hours?
Then again, he figured he might have.
He’d never had a human-- much less a human connected to HIM-- drink from him, and certainly not in the midst of some of the best sex he’d ever had. And Xander had almost finished the claiming, even if he DIDN’T know it… and he definitely didn’t, judging by the note.
Spike smiled slightly, relaxing back on the bed and inhaling the scent of his beloved from the sheets. Going by the time on the clock, his human wouldn’t be landing for another twenty minutes. Add another half hour for baggage claim and… yeah. Call him in an hour.
He pulled Xander’s pillow to him, his nose buried deep as he drew in draught after draught of the beloved scent.
* * * * *
“Xan.”
“Spike…?”
“Hello, luv…”
“Gods, Spike… I miss you already.” A sigh.
“Yeah… miss you too, pet. Woke up and you were gone. Pity, that. Had so many things I wanted ta do with you… ta make sure you didn’t forget me while you’re gone.”
A laugh. “If I couldn’t forget you for all those years, babe, two days isn’t ever gonna make it happen. I might be kinda… needy when I get back, though. Just so you know.”
A low, deep chuckle. “I’m already ‘needy’, Xan… need ta touch you, taste you, feel you under me…”
“Jesus fuck, Spike,” deep groan, “ Can you at least wait until I get to my place?”
“Can,” smug tone, “Won’t, though. Now, where was I? Right… feel you beneath me. Need that. Need ta feel that tight, hot ass of yours wrapped ‘round my cock like a soddin’ velvet fist… need ta hear you moanin’ like you do… feel your hands grabbin’ at my arms, my back, my ass…”
A wordless moan on Harris’s end.
“Need ta rock inta you, see th’ sweat drippin’ down th’ sides of your face, feel your body heavin’ against mine, pullin’ me in so deep I almost think we’ve fused, luv… that we’ve become one great shudderin’ beast…”
A muttered “Fuck…” followed by a strong, heavy gasp for air.
A voice belonging to neither of them is heard through the line. “Jesus, Will! If Harris pulls it out and has a go at it in my car, I’m sending you the bill for the detailing, including what’s going to have to be a truly HUGE tip!”
A barked laugh. “Tell your El ta calm down, mate… just havin’ a bit of fun, right?”
A groan. “You are SO gonna pay for this when I get back to New York, Spike… in spades!”
Purring. “Lookin’ forward ta it, luv…” A soft sigh. “Just… miss you, pet. Didn’t know I could miss anyone so much an’ live… or go on existin’… whatever it is I do.”
“I… I know what you mean, babe… I almost didn’t get on the plane. I kept thinking about you lying there all… sleek and sexy and covered in your own…”
“God, give it a REST, you two! I do NOT need to hear this right now! Not even the ONE side of it!” Annoyed, snarky tone.
Rueful chuckle. “An’ what’s crawled up Elliot’s ass, luv? Seems ta be right irritable, he does.”
A chuckle, then a whisper. “Trevor. All of an hour away by plane.”
“Right, then. Tell th’ bloke I’m sorry. Didn’t mean ta rub it in. Know how it is ta miss a special bloke, don’t I?”
Sigh. “Yeah, so do I, Spike. And I’ll tell him. I… I love you, Spike. Only twenty one hours and… thirty three minutes to go, though. I THINK I can make it…”
“If not, luv,” possessive growl, “You get your ass on the next plane an’ get back ta my place. There’s NOTHIN’ at yours that I can’t buy for you here, got it?”
Soft laugh. “Got it, Spike… call me in an hour, okay?” Whisper, “I’ll be in the shower but my phone’s waterproof.”
Soft growl. “ ‘s a date, luv… talk ta you then. Tell Elliot I said g’night.”
“I will… and Spike…?”
“Yeah, pet… luv you too… can’t stop thinkin’ about how you… bit me…”
“You, uh… didn’t mind?” Tentative tone.
Loud chuckle. “Mind, luv? I’ll only mind if you don’t do it again. Just th’ way you said in your note, alright?”
Shuddering breath. “Oh, yeah… twenty one hours and thirty two minutes… and we’ll do that.”
“Bloody hell… talk ta you in an hour, pet. Luv you.”
“Same here. Forever, Spike.”
“Forever.”