Acquaintances

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Part 2

It was the sound of the deadbolt turning over that had Harris truly yearning for his vamp. Here, they were safe. Locked inside, everything that could ever hurt them was kept at bey. His hands roamed, roved, pulling and tugging at the suit he’d liked so much. He didn’t like it anymore. It was keeping his skin from pressing silkily against his lover’s. “Spike…” he groaned loudly, pulling the other man towards the bedroom, “Now, babe… now… please…”

“Granted, pet,” was all the vampire could say, dropping bits and pieces of clothing here and there on the way. “Not goin’ ta make it ta th’ bed, luv…” he growled, the need for his claimed suffusing every fiber of his being. Instead of even trying, he spun his bloke quickly, fingers clawing at pants and shirts, ripping them roughly away. “Bloody hell… so beautiful, Xan…” He kissed the human hard, his demon emerging with a pleased growl when his love only kissed him more deeply, deliberately slicing his tongue on one sharp fang.

Hands grasped and groped, hips thrust together and apart, chests rubbed wantonly, small male nipples growing peaked and tight with need, desire, lust and love. Lips pressed, writhing together as tongues tangled and teased, tauntingly imitating other thrusts to come.

“Where’d we put th’ soddin’ lube, pet?” Spike growled after almost two minutes of crawling into his beloved’s mouth. “Can’t recall…”

Harris panted roughly, his knees shaking until he had to collapse back against the raised back of the couch, his cock jutting proudly and wantonly from his groin. “Th-the dresser in the bedroom…” He barely even saw his lover move before he was back, pulling Harris up and bending him quickly over the back of the couch.

“Bloody fuckin’ hell…” Spike groaned, literally ripping the top from the tube and slathering himself liberally, “Need ta have you. Wish I could wait ta prepare you…”

The brunette gasped and spread his legs, letting Spike see the base of the plug in his ass. “J-just… pull it and sink inside, babe… PLEASE!”

He’d try to figure out when his human had put the thing in later, he decided. Right then, he was just thrilled that the bloke had done so. Not even his demon half wanted to hurt the man but he didn’t know that he would have been able to avoid it.

A small squeeze of the tube had the plug slipping out with a soft pop and Spike growled again, one hand tight just below the thick head of his cock while the other fastened bruisingly on his beloved’s hip. He positioned himself desperately then pressed hard, gasping as he forced his way through that ring with less effort than he’d expected. “Bloody hell!” he snarled again, reaching around his love to grasp his leaking cock firmly. “You’re…”

“YOURS!” Harris yelled, his hands on the couch cushions holding him up, allowing him to press back onto the huge cock piercing him. “Gods! Spike! Gods, babe… FUCK me already!”

There was no way he wasn’t going to give his Xan what he wanted, and especially not when it was exactly what he wanted himself. He fisted his beloved’s cock roughly as he pulled himself almost completely back, leaving just his swollen red tip inside him. “Granted,” he growled loudly, slamming himself balls deep into the grasping hole.

“FUCK!” he couldn’t even see straight, but he didn’t care. He didn’t need to see right then. He just needed to feel. Harris wasn’t sure of how it had happened, but somehow during their travels he’d realized that if he spent more than a day without having Spike in him or him being in Spike, he got… anxious. And when they finally did join, it was… explosive. More so than usual. So what with their flight and the driving, then unpacking and sleeping, then rushing about, then dinner and coming back home… yeah, they were more than overdue. His hips shot back, forcing that final half-inch into him and he groaned again. “Fuck yes… Spike… harder…”

And if his love wanted harder, then harder he’d get. His hand tightened even more on the lean, toned hip as he dragged himself from his Xan’s ass completely. His eyes closed, lids squeezing tight over golden eyes as he drove himself in and flush with one swift, rough thrust. “XAN!” he shouted, angling himself to scrape that hard little gland as he pulled back, then “XAN!” again as he repeated the action.

It was feeling himself pierced over and over again that had Harris whimpering. He loved it when his vampire got like this. All hunger and need and wanton slams. The butt plug just made it easier to get there, not to mention faster. “SPIKE!” he hollered back, his entire body shivering and shaking as the blond battered the hell out him, that perfect cock driving hard over that spot within him. “SPIKE!” he shouted again as the long, elegant fingers squeezed and stroked harshly at his cock.

“Mine,” the vampire growled, driving himself deeper still and pressing himself fully over the bent back of his beloved. Sharp teeth itched to be buried within skin, tongue burned for hot sweet blood. His claimed’s blood. And when that neck arched to the side, the cords standing out invitingly, Spike didn’t even think twice. He reared back, pulling his shaft from his beloved’s hole one more time and as he drove in again his teeth found flesh, piercing and settling deep. ‘Never without you, never alone, always with you, beloved, luv, pet, precious, Xan, MINE’.

Harris gasped wickedly, his entire body arching and bowing back into the teeth and cock and hands, his own cock swelling just a bit more as he felt his sac draw up, tight and hard. “Sp-sp-spike…!” ‘Yours-mine-always-never apart-never alone-so proud-need-love-mine-yours-YOURS’

His body clenched roughly as his beloved’s ass bore down on him rhythmically, drawing him deeper and harder into him and it was too much. Spike howled against his lover’s neck, his cock suddenly spewing great copious shots of cum deep into his Xan’s bowels. His body continued to shake wildly, even as his hand pulled an equally shattering orgasm from his claimed. His mouth opened wider, trapping even the small rivulets of blood that had begun to slide down his lover’s skin.

He’d never cum so hard in his life, and he knew it. Every time it was like a new bar had been set and somehow… somehow, Spike managed to jump it. His lungs heaved wildly, drawing more air in every moment, trying to keep himself from passing out ass-up over his couch. His COUCH!

Harris struggled to raise himself, flummoxed by the weight of the still drinking vampire draped over him. “Spike,” he moaned softly, the cock in his ass twitching at the sound of his voice apparently. “Spike… my couch!”

The blond frowned, brow ridges pulling together as he tried to find something about his Xan’s couch that would demand the sort of panic in his beloved’s voice. “What about it?” he finally asked, reluctantly pulling his teeth from Xander’s neck.

“Leather,” Harris moaned, rocking back on the still hard shaft buried deep in his ass. “Leather couch… four grand…” He couldn’t seem to vocalize any better, but he didn’t have to. He knew his lover got the point.

Spike smirked, pressing himself deeper into his beloved. “I’ll buy you a new one pet… tomorrow. An’ that means we’ve got all night ta sully this one, yah?”

Harris groaned, knowing his claimed meant it. “Fine… how do you want me?”

The vampire chuckled, pulling himself a few inches out of his human’s hot ass. “Think I’m likin’ how you are right now just fine, pet,” he groaned, sliding home again.

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They’d finally made it to the bed a few hours earlier, christening it as well before collapsing together, bodies exhausted but still tingling.

One cool, gentle hand stroked lightly up and down the warm, silky spine slowly. “So, luv,” Spike murmured, rubbing his cheek lightly against the head of mussed and tangled brown hair resting high on his chest, “How are we goin’ ta work this, then? Can’t stand th’ idea of you bein’ four hundred an’ some miles away…” He frowned at even thinking it.

Harris sighed softly, his arm wrapped over his vampire’s slender waist. “I don’t know, babe, but we’ll figure it out. We’re gonna have to, right? Because I don’t see me letting go of you any time soon.”

“Any time ever, luv. Afraid you’re stuck with me right an’ proper.” The blond smiled a little. “Maybe I’ll just stay with you for a bit, then. You know, ‘til you decide ta tell me th’ real reason you don’t want ta move ta New York. If it’s…” He sighed. “Look, Xan. You don’t have ta live with me if you don’t want ta, alright? You can get your own place an’ such. Whatever you want. I just… ‘s too far away!”

Harris blinked for a moment then sat up, giving Spike a disbelieving stare. “Wait a minute. You really think… Jesus fuck. I LOVE you, you bleached bastard! When I move, you’d better believe I’ll be living with you!” He glared. “Lay there and be all ‘you’re stuck with me’ then tell me I’m not?” Harris snorted. “Men!”

He had to laugh, if only at the perturbed look on his love’s face. “Figured you’d like havin’ th’ option, pet. An’ if you’ll recall, I said you could GET your own place. Not that you’d be seein’ it much. Might have let you sleep there now an’ again… might not.” Spike smirked. “So that’s not it, then. Hmmm… now what could possibly be botherin’ you so much about leavin’ th’ soddin’ Capital ta be with your claimed? ‘s a good question, luv.”

The brunette blushed a little and shook his head. “I just… I can’t just pick up and leave, Spike! I have… friends here. People I can’t walk out on…”

His scarred brow rose a bit and he pulled his Xan down against his side again. “Know you’re not meanin’ Elliot, seein’ as he’s been shackin’ up with Trev for th’ last two months. An’ accordin’ ta th’ bloke himself, you don’t HAVE any friends here, luv… not that matter much. Bloody hell, you only had three messages from people other than your publisher, an’ two of them wanted ta sell you bleedin’ aluminum sidin’.”

Harris blushed more. “You never know, Spike. I might WANT aluminum siding. I could put it out on the balcony or something and…”

“That’s not even funny, pet. An’ I’m not tryin’ ta make you feel bad, but… seems ta me that all your friends an’ loved ones—meanin’ th’ gay blokes an’ yours truly—are livin’ in New York.” Spike frowned as he felt his beloved sigh deeply. “Know you’ve got some sort of issues or somethin’, so… will you just promise ta think about it? For me, luv?”

“I…” he began, then bit his lip and started again. “It’s not that I don’t want to, babe. Gods, I’d LOVE to live there with you. Spend every night rolling around in that big old bed of yours, write in your garden, make love any time we felt like it… Christ, Spike, I want that. I DO!” He pressed his cheek harder to his love’s cool chest, his arm draped over him again and holding on tightly. “I just… can’t. Not now.”

The vampire sighed softly and wrapped his arms around the young man. “Alright, luv… won’t push you. Not tonight, anyway. ‘s good ta know you’ve been thinkin’ about how it would be, though. Thought maybe you didn’t want me full time or somethin’.” It was a hard admission to make but he’d thought it. And he owed it to his claimed to be honest with him, sadly enough.

“Never that,” Harris answered without even having to think about it. “Gods, Spike, I love you so much… love everything about you! Hell, I’d have us grafted together if I could! And I hate it that you’re going home and I have to stay here, but… Gods, babe, I’m gonna visit every couple days, okay? I’ll catch the red eye up and we can spend all day just wrapped around each other! It’s… I know it’s not the same, but… please, babe… please don’t ever think I don’t want you! Please!”

He smelled the tear on his love’s face, then felt it as it hit his skin. It was all he could do not to growl as he pulled the man fully atop him, his lips finding soft, warm lips hungrily. “Show me, luv,” he mumbled huskily, staring deep into that wet brown eye. “Need you ta show me, Xan… that you want me. Always want me, yah?”

“Always, babe… never gonna stop wanting you. Even when I’m like eighty I’ll want you.” Harris swallowed roughly. “Of course, I’ll be all old and wrinkly and YOU won’t want ME. But I’ll still be yours, Spike. And I’ll still want you. Forever.”

His mouth pressed hard against the blond’s cool lips, tongue delving deep to trace each tooth, each bump and swell of palate. He groaned softly, feeling his vampire’s shaft growing between them, his own answering the silent call rapidly. “Gods, Spike… want you just as much as I love you…”

Spike’s hand slid under his pillow, dragging out the tube he’d placed there when they’d finally made it to the bedroom. It had come in handy earlier and was about to do so again. He spread his legs beneath his beloved, his hands sliding down to cup the tense, rounded globes of his Xan’s ass. “Have me, then, luv… make me scream for you.” He’d start planning to Mate to his Claimed in the morning, he decided. That would be soon enough. Right then… well, right then… “Do me good, Xan… like you always do.”

“So good, babe,” the human murmured, settling back on his knees as he took the tube and spread a good bit over his throbbing shaft, “So good you’ll never doubt how much I want you ever again…”

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(A/N: Thanks to Nulinka, TheShadowCat (there. Shaggin'. Nyah. :P), E and Kathryn Coll for taking the time to review. Much appreciated (as always). More in a day or two, I think. *waves*)