Notes: Season 4, no real changes...
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Spike sipped his pig's blood with a grimace, and looked around at the hell he'd descended into. Surrounded by do-gooders bent on saving the world for puppies and kittens; he couldn't think of a worse punishment for anyone.
Over in the lounge area, the girls were giggling over tales about the boy, who was blushing beside his little demon girl. He'd already heard about the 'speedo incident' and the 'mummy incident' and the 'bug lady incident' but now, it seemed, they were onto a new story: something about hyenas.
"I wish you wouldn't talk about that," Xander grumbled softly. "It's really not something I want to remember."
"But that's okay," Willow shrugged, "'cause you don't, do you?"
Spike's attention was caught by the way the boy shifted uncomfortably. He smirked; seemed like the boy was keeping a secret.
"Yeah, well," Xander cleared his throat nervously, "remember how I said I couldn't remember anything? 'Cause I kind of … lied," he admitted, hunching down into his seat.
It always amazed Spike how such a strapping young lad could make himself so small. Head tucked down, shoulders hunched, and slouching into the seat, as if he could possibly hide from his friends' eyes.
"You … remember?" Buffy asked stiffly.
"Yeah," Xander whispered. "I was so ashamed of what I did to you both that I just wanted to forget it all, stick it under a pile of, I don't know, anything, and just leave it behind. What I did…"
"It wasn't you," Willow assured him, glancing at the blonde. "It wasn't him," she repeated.
"I know," Buffy admitted finally. "It's just…"
"What happened?" Riley asked, concerned. "What was so bad that you pretended you forgot it?"
Xander glanced at his friends, then cleared his throat. "So I was possessed by this primal spirit, a hyena," he began. "I remember what happened, but it's like … watching it all through a window. I couldn't say anything, or do anything or, or istop/i anything. It, it used me, my memories and my," he swallowed, "my desires, but twisted it all. I, I hurt Willow and I," he blushed and ducked his head, "I tried to rape Buffy," he whispered.
Buffy leaned forward and laid her hand on his knee. "I think that after Halloween I really have no cause to blame you for what happened," she said. "I remember what it's like, being stuck inside your own head and not able to do anything. And I guess I can understand why you lied to us. I didn't really want to rehash everything, either," she admitted. "It's why I kept telling you to forget about it."
"Me, too," Willow admitted. "Just … don't do it again, mister," she added with a shaky smile.
"Your lips to God's ears," Xander begged, smiling slightly.
~~~~~
Spike walked beside Xander, pondering what he'd heard earlier that day. "So you've been possessed, then," he commented idly.
Xander glanced at the vampire suspiciously. "Yeah," he grunted, "twice."
"That so?" Spike smirked. "Tell," he ordered.
"Well, I'm guessing you heard about the hyena thing today, and then there was the soldier thing for Halloween," Xander shrugged. If he could just pass them off…
"So when was this then?" Spike grinned.
Xander grit his teeth, still praying for a miracle. "Year before last," he offered.
"Which one was that?" Spike prompted.
"The soldier," Xander admitted.
"And the hyena?"
Xander tried not to hunch his shoulders. "Year before that," he admitted.
Spike counted back the years. "That so, pet?" he asked. "I seem to remember meeting someone a little … feral … around that time."
"That so?" Xander asked blandly.
"Yep," Spike smirked. "He promised me another go-around, too, but it never happened. Saw him later with a couple of friends of his, girls, and it turned out it weren't actually him, and he didn't remember nought about it, so I left and pretty much forgot about him. After all, a lad that apt to get possessed by some'at like that ain't about to last long on the Hellmouth, or so I told myself," he observed with a long look at the young man beside him. He suddenly stepped into Xander's path, and backed him into a wall. "Never forgot that night, though," he murmured. "Never forgot how we fucked."
"You can't hurt me," Xander panted, wanting, needing … something.
Spike pressed in close to the human, stretching languidly against him. "Don't need to, now do I?" he murmured against Xander's ear, then chuckled at the wave of pheromones that wafted up to him.
"I have a girlfriend," Xander tried desperately.
"And I have a prior claim," Spike countered. "I'm sure your girl would understand that, being a demon and all."
"
Former demon," Xander argued.
"Don't matter," Spike returned. "She understands the way of it. I was there first, and you
owe me. She don't have a leg to stand on, and I'll make sure she knows it," he growled. Surprisingly, pleasingly, another wave of pheromones drifted up to his sensitive nose. "Home," he ordered.
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They had made it back to Xander's basement room, and were most of the way undressed when Anya traipsed blithely down the stairs. She stopped, aghast, at the foot of the stairs when she saw the two men, shirtless, and each with their pants open. "What the hell is this?" she screeched.
Xander jerked up, narrowly missing cracking his head against Spike's. "Anya," he began, but was pushed back down roughly by Spike.
"This is none of your business, Anyanka," Spike declared.
"The hell it is," Anya argued. "That's my boyfriend you appear to be about to have sex with, and you can't do that."
"Why?" Spike asked, smirking. "You think it's cheating?" he demanded. He turned and dragged Xander up by his shoulder and pulled him in front of him. "You sure about that?"
"Of course I'm sure about that," Anya declared, furious. "And how could you do this to me, Xander? You're
my boyfriend, and you're not gay. I mean, I know you're not averse to a little anal stimulation, but that does not make it gay when
I do it."
Spike chuckled as he watched the man in his arms blush and attempt to speak. "Oh, my boy knows all about anal stimulation, don't he?" he asked darkly.
Xander simply groaned, and dropped his head back on Spike's shoulder, exposing a mark Spike hadn't known about, but instantly recognised. He smirked again, and gently stroked the scar, look up at Anya triumphantly as Xander gasped and arched into the touch. Anya scowled at Xander's unconscious response.
"You've seen this before, haven't you?" Spike prompted. "You know it's not new. I made this make, didn't I? I put this on him. How many times have you touched this?" he asked her. "How many times have you stroked him and gotten that very same response? You
know what this means."
Anya clenched her jaw, and scowled at Xander. "Why?" she demanded. "Why didn't you ever say anything?"
"Boy hid it, didn't he?" Spike answered for him. "Just like he hid everything else about that time." Spike observed the woman closely, nibbling at Xander's neck, keeping his boy otherwise occupied as he watched for the woman's reaction. Her face went blank once she connected the dots.
"That hyena possession Buffy and Willow were talking about," Anya gasped. "But that was years ago!"
"And I only just realised Xander was the one," Spike nodded. "He's a lot different when he's possessed, I can tell you that. But possessed or not, the boy is mine, and you have no claim in him," he growled.
Anya looked at Xander, infinitely saddened. "He's right," she murmured finally. "I have no right to you." She turned to leave then looked back at them. "I really am sorry for you, Xander. We could have been great together, but…" She looked at Spike. "I suggest you do something quickly to make yourself invaluable, because I
will be telling the others."
Xander shuddered, but didn't say anything as he watched he girlfriend,
former girlfriend leave. "Did you have to do that?" he asked quietly.
"You know how I am, Xan," Spike growled, tightening his arms around the human. "You're mine, and I don't share well; never have. But think on it," he urged, "I cared for Dru for a hundred years, and it was her that made me leave. You make it worth it, and I'll care for you every bit as much," he promised.
"'Make it worth it,'" Xander repeated, "what the hell is that supposed to mean?"
"You'll be my boy," Spike explained, "my Day-Walker. Things I need done during the day, you'll do them. I'll protect you, look after you, provide for you, and you'll be mine, in bed and out. Speaking of which," he added, nipping at Xander's scar.
Xander moaned softly, and writhed in Spike's lap. He reached back and wormed his hand into Spike's open jeans. "We won't be able to do everything we did last time," he gasped.
Spike chuckled, and bit harder, causing Xander to shudder, but the chip remained dormant. "Oh, I think we'll be able to do quite a bit, so long as you're up to it," he decided. "Sure, I won't be able to push you as far as I could've, but I'll get by." He pushed Xander up, and dragged his cargoes and boxers down to his thighs. "Lube," he growled, causing Xander to gasp then hurriedly find a bottle and pass it back. Spike sat him back down, but across his lap so he could work his fingers into Xander's hot hole as he nibbled up and down his boy's neck.
Soon enough, he had the boy where he wanted him, mewling and writhing on his lap, begging for his hard cock. Spike shifted him back so that his loosened hole hovered, twitching, over his cock, and pulled him slowly down onto his aching member. Spike groaned at the feel of the tight heat, and thrust suddenly up, slamming into Xander, who groaned loudly and clutched at Spike's hands on his hips. Spike bit down on Xander again with his blunt, human teeth, and growled. Xander shuddered and panted.
"Come
on, Spike," Xander growled, "thought you were going to do this."
Spike raised an eyebrow at the man on his lap then, in a move that left Xander breathless, flipped them over so the Xander was face-down on the bed. He then knocked his knees apart, and bent low over Xander's back. "You sure you're up to this?" he whispered harshly.
In response, Xander bucked his hips back up into Spike, who smirked, and answered by pulling out and thrusting back in, drawing a deep groan from the dark-haired man beneath him. He set up a hard rhythm, clutching at Xander's hips as he pistoned in and out. He snarled as he felt the man under him buck and move under him, trying to drive him further in. It had been too long for him, and the addictive heat of this dark-haired demigod was undoing him quicker than it should. To a chorus of grunts and breathy moans, Spike reached around and took hold of Xander's leaking cock and began to tug in time with his thrusts. After only a few tugs, Xander threw his head back and cried out as he came hard, clamping down painfully on Spike. Spike moaned, and dropped his head to rest on Xander's shoulder as he continued to pump into the delicious body beneath him.
"Bite," Xander whispered hoarsely.
Spike panted as he tried to make sense of Xander's words. "What? He asked finally.
"Bite," Xander repeated, louder.
"Can't," Spike objected, disbelieving.
"It won't hurt," Xander assured him. "I remember it from last time. Please, Spike, I want you to bite me."
Spike fastened his gaze on the silvery scar on the tan throat. It beckoned, teased and tempted him, and he felt himself drawing closer, felt his fangs drop down, and knew this was going to end badly, but he succumbed, and felt his fangs slice through the golden skin and tasted sweetness and sunlight, and howled as he came hard enough that his vision whited out briefly.
When Spike came back to himself, and they were on their sides on the bed, Xander was still shaking slightly. "You okay, Xan?" he whispered.
Xander gave a shaky laugh. "I came again," he admitted giddily. "I didn't actually think that would happen; I just wanted you to bite me."
"You…" Spike began, but couldn't go on.
"Yeah," Xander chuckled. "I just kept thinking about last time, and how you bit me then, and I missed it, so I told you to, and… Fuck, but that was good."
"Bloody hell, yeah," Spike agreed, grinning. He wrapped his arm around Xander's waist and moulded himself to the burning hot body in front of him.
Xander wrapped his arm around Spike's and interlaced their fingers. He looked down at the sheets that had been tossed off the end of the bed during their endeavours. "Might need those," he ventured.
"Later," Spike grunted, already half-asleep.
"Point," Xander murmured. His ass was sore, and still fairly full of Spike, but he didn't care at all. He'd just had a very good night, and was now falling…
