Slip Slide Melting

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Part 20

As it turned out, it was simple enough. Or not so simple, really, but also nothing that could be changed.

“And you didn’t tell me about the demon…” the vampire murmured yet again, “because…”

“Because I had no idea that it was gonna react so strongly to you, Spike. I swear it! I… I mean, I didn’t know if it would react at all, but I for damned sure didn’t think it would happen that fast. Hell, it was… almost a year before it happened with Thomas; even longer with the others.” And Xander found himself smiling at the growl the blond released then.

“So it wasn’t because you didn’t think I should know. Just figured you had time, yeah?” His arms tightened around his bloke and he rubbed his chin on one solid shoulder.

Xander sighed. “Honestly, Spike?” He bit his lip when the vampire nodded. “I didn’t really think I’d ever have to tell you. We weren’t… we were doing the ‘friends’ thing, remember? I… Thomas; the others? They were prospective… consorts, I guess you could say. It made sense for my other half to want to claim them eventually. And if any of them had been able to handle it without freaking… but then there was you. My ‘friend’. With benefits, as Willow called it.” He sighed again. “So I was finally… happy, y’know? And then all of this happened, and…”

Spike frowned and pulled away from the so-warm body he’d been laying against. “You never wanted that, then. With us.”

The brunette groaned and dragged the vampire against his side again. “Don’t do that, Spike. Just… listen.”

He waited until the blond relaxed a little then ran one hand slowly over a lightly-haired forearm. “I won’t lie to you, Spike. It’s… inconvenient… that I want you for my mate. I’m still Xander Harris, yeah. But I’m also the Magus Prime, and it would be best—as the Arch Mage would put it—if my consort brought some sort of alliance with him… or her,” he admitted with a slight moue of distaste. He still liked females, of course, but… they weren’t really at the top of his list. Still, if it had been necessary…

He held tighter when Spike would have pulled away again. “Stop it!” he ordered. “You wanted to know, so you need to stop going off half-cocked every time I say something you don’t like! Gods, it that some sort of weird Aurelius thing? Because Angel does it too, and it’s really fucking annoying!”

Spike snorted. “Sodding Angelus is a bloody prat. I’m nothing like that wanker.” And to prove it he forced himself to relax again, ignoring the soft chuckle he could hear and feel beneath his ear. “Right, then. Alliance.”

Brown eyes smiled as red lips did. “I really thought we were just doing the friends thing, you know. But then you left and I… fuck, baby. I was so fucking… lonely. After what…? A week with you? A week to get used to being happy, and then you were gone—not staying with me, not touching me, and I could barely stand to see you walking around the place, and…”

Xander chuckled again and told his vampire the rest—wanting him, being afraid of endangering him… and talking to Giles.

It was the idea of old Rupes squirming where he stood while listening to Xander talk about his sex life that had Spike grinning. “Would pay money to see that, luv,” he murmured, shifting a bit.

“I’ll have to ask for his advice again, then. Sometime when you’re watching. But the point is… with everything he said, it all boiled down to one simple thing. Faith, Robin… even Angel… they’re not only his loves and his lovers, but they’re also his closest friends, and I knew I needed to make it up to you if you’d let me… and then the thing with Lex happened—which I still don’t know the truth about, by the way, but you’ll tell me later, and…” Xander shook his head ruefully. “And here we are.”

“And you want me.” It was more a statement than a question. “Even with nothing to bring into the mix. No… alliance.” Worried blue eyes met brown, belying the vampire’s confident tone.

“Spike,” Xander announced slowly and clearly as he very carefully turned them on the couch, “I would want you to be mine even if having you meant losing everything I’ve worked for. Even if it meant going back to the Chaos Times. I know that now. I knew that when I walked out of your apartment the last time; knew it even more when I heard you say you were coming to see me tonight. I was just…”

“Scared,” the blond said simply.

Brown eyes closed sheepishly for a moment, then Xander nodded. “Scared,” he agreed. “But as soon as you walked through the door, I just… wasn’t. Not anymore.”

“Right, then,” Spike answered with a sharp nod. “So, we going to shag now, pet? Was kind of hoping that’s where this was going.”

“Oh, hell yeah…”

Lips met slowly and gently at first, but as hands moved and stroked, pulled at fabric, the kiss grew harder, stronger, deeper and more desperate, and when Xander felt the small pains of the demon rising to greet its fate, he forced himself to pull back. “Spike,” he moaned, the cool, wet mouth pursuing his own, “Ssssspike. Wait.”

Golden eyes flashed annoyance that was clearly reflected in the vampire’s desire-roughened voice. “Bloody fucking hell, what now?”

“Two thingssssss,” Xander hissed, forked tongue flicking over brow ridges curiously. “Firssssst… bed, Ssssspike…”

“Oh. Right,” the vampire said, finally noticing that they were still on the couch, even as the barely-there touches to his forehead made him quiver. “Yeah. What else?”

He stood, pulling his blond up by one arm. “Ssssssecond, baby… be sssssure. Claimed Mate…? No going back, Sssspike.”

Spike snorted, taking the lead and dragging his bloke behind him towards the big, soft bed and the silk sheets he just knew covered it. “Stuck with me, pet… not the sort to let go, am I? Not for good, anyway. Not when I’m… committed. And I am, yeah?”

And that, Xander figured, as he and his vampire tumbled onto the mattress, hands frantically finding and discarding clothing with entirely necessary haste… that was good. Very, very good.

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There was something about his vampire being on hands and knees before him that was both sheer perfection and disappointing.

Perfection because of the way the blond was growling and snarling while slamming himself back onto Xander’s pistoning shaft, and disappointing because he truly wanted to see his lov… vamp’s face.

He was definitely going to mark the slightly smaller man; there was no question about that. Spike would be marked and claimed and taken as mate, and… and Xander somehow thought he would pass out himself from the sheer joy of it.

Fortunately, that moment was still a good ways away.

“Godssss…” he moaned, sharp talons sliding slowly up the writhing back, “ssso… beautiful, baby…” His nostrils twitched, taking in the sweet, lust-laden blood-scent coming from the thin scratches.

His own fingers were digging roughly into the sheets, and somehow he couldn’t manage to speak. Instead, Spike moved faster, taking that bloody blissful shaft into him as deeply as possible. “Unnngh,” he managed, eyes slamming shut when Xander released one loud, ragged hiss-moan-grunt against his spine, the man’s forked tongue flicking delicately over the scratches he’d barely felt.

‘Careful, Xander,’ Alex whispered, so softly that it would only register as a subconscious thought, ‘Remember, he has to beg for it if it’s going to work…’

‘I… know…’ Xander gasped back, the demon so ascendant that the tiny voice was crystal clear. ‘And he will… Gods, Alex, when do I get to beg…? I want… fuck, I want him to…’

‘He will, Xander,’ Alex murmured, almost entirely sure he was right. ‘He will. Just… do this first. Make him yours.’

He’d known—his demon had known—that Alex approved. Still, hearing it for certain made it all the more imperative that he not screw this up. If he did… well, he could try again, sure. But he had a sneaking suspicion that if he did somehow mess up, Spike would decide that it meant he didn’t really want him, and that was a whole ugly can of worms he didn’t want to open… ever.

It had been hard enough getting things straightened out enough to have them where they were. The idea of losing this chance, much less…

Xander growled, his tongue sliding deeper into one of the less shallow slices, pointed tips pressing, prodding, forcing more slow, sweet blood to rise.

“Taste ssssso good,” he groaned, his hands curving over the tops of Spike’s white shoulders and pulling the blond back roughly into his next swift thrust. “Ssssspike… Godssss…”

Even Xander had never been this deep in him before. Not even that night when he’d ridden the once-human bloke. He swore he’d feel that long, thick cock coming up out of his throat if he opened his mouth, and wasn’t that a bizarre visual, even for him?

Still, he couldn’t help gasping and was surprised when it didn’t happen in truth.

“Z-z-z-z-z…” he heard himself whimpering, but he didn’t care. He was getting the coring of his lifetime, and if nothing else, he would have to make sure that they did this again, although not every day because that would likely kill him for real and certain true. “P-p-p-p-pl…”

Almost begging… Spike was almost begging, and he needed him to beg, and if his vampire couldn’t get the words out, then it wouldn’t count, and he wanted it to count, and…

And he somehow made himself let go of those cool, strong shoulders; made himself pull fully from the tight, slick sheath that had surrounded him so amazingly.

His hands found trembling upper arms and dragged the pale form up, then back against him, his chest brushing the long line of white-skinned spine. “Want to ssssee you,” he demanded, and if his tone bore a good bit of begging as well, Xander didn’t care. “Want to sssee you, Ssssspike… your eyessss…”

Once upon a time, that would have worried him. Hell, once upon a time, he would have been sure that seeing his demon’s face was going to send Xander screaming. But that was then, and this… wasn’t… and all Spike could do was groan and nod and be entirely unsurprised when he found himself on his back, his legs spread wide and bent over strong elbows as that incredible, amazing, long and thick shaft slammed into him again.

His hands rose, cupping his bloke’s tanned face as he stared deep into those night-sky eyes, his own flashing gold-and-blue wildly. “X-xanderrrrrr…” he moaned, finally finding his voice. “Xandddderrrr… luvvvv…”

Silver-flecked black eyes blinked and Xander found his hips slowing, his body holding back. Not due to any distress in his vampire’s expression, but due simply to the sheer, unadulterated pleasure he saw there… and his own desire to make that enjoyment last as long as possible. “Sssspike…” he answered, staring helplessly into the hot golden gaze. “My… Sssspike… Godssss…”

“Please, l-luv… p-p-please…” Spike gasped, not even noticing the steady dribble of fluid splashing onto his torso as he throbbed and leaked, “P-p-please… Xan… l-luv… n-n-need…” He wasn’t sure what he needed; had no idea of how whatever his bloke was would claim its mate. He hadn’t asked, and it wasn’t an oversight.

No, he hadn’t asked for one very simple reason.

He didn’t care.

Whatever it was, whatever it took… he wanted it. And he was for bloody damned sure going to have it. “D-do it!” he growled, eyes flying wide when Xander did just that.

He’d never actually reached this point with anyone since the Change. Not even one of his possible consorts had been able to handle his demon. But Spike… Gods, Spike was not only handling it but taking it in, holding it close, letting it become a part of him, and… asking for it!

“Yesssssss…” he whispered, his own eyes going just as wide as his lover’s when he felt the forks of his tongue spiraling around each other and forming a sharp point.

His hips slowed, then stopped altogether as he found his back bending almost double to lower the appendage to soft, pale skin… and when his vampire screamed roughly, arching against him, he somehow pulled his arms from under Spike’s legs and pressed those strong shoulders implacably to the mattress, the tip of his tongue etching a highly stylized but still jagged ‘X’ deep into the flesh above one tight nipple.

‘Bloody fucking hell!’ Spike heard-felt-knew coming from inside him, and the sentiment didn’t surprise him. His bloke’s tongue was marking him somehow, and it hurt! It hurt worse than holy water, worse than sunlight, worse than… anything he’d ever known.

He shuddered, the sounds coming from his mouth fading as the burn—and the slight smell of smoke—receded. He shivered, something inside him releasing with what he was sure should have been an audible sound but wasn’t.

“B-bloody…” he gasped, both from his reaction to the unexpected pain and the fact that the ‘bloody fucking hell’ hadn’t come from his demon but his soul. “Xander…?” he begged, “W-was th-that…”

He was frozen.

Frozen solid, though for just a moment, as he felt the spiraled spear of his tongue finish the marking, then… join, as though the two separate parts had melted together somehow. And when he flicked his tongue, there was no sense of separateness, and…

The melting—or melding—wasn’t a pleasant sensation, by any stretch, but judging by the whiff of burning flesh he caught, the marking hadn’t been very enjoyable for his…

‘Mate,” Alex observed with an internal smirk. ‘Your Mate, Xander. No more forked tongue for you, buddy. Now make him feel better.’

And as that was exactly what Xander wanted to do, he nodded, his body able to move again—not that it moved far.

Silver-black met wide, wounded blue and Xander moaned softly at the realization that his own actions had put that look there. “I didn’t know,” he whispered, sincerity clear in his voice. “I promise you, Spike, I didn’t know.”

The blond nodded slowly, and in a show of pure trust pulled those lips to his own. And when that tongue—the same one that had done… something to him, and something painful, at that—crept out and barely tapped his lips, he opened to it, taking it in and relaxing completely when that burn wasn’t repeated. “Xander,” he sighed.

It was a sign of just how distracted the marking had made him, Xander figured, that he’d forgotten about his cock being buried deep in his Mate’s ass. But as the kiss grew deeper, harder, rougher still, he couldn’t help but be reminded.

And when Spike’s legs rose from the bed and wrapped tightly around his waist, his heels drumming lightly against his tensing cheeks, there was nothing he could do but give his Mate exactly what he was asking for. He moved—fast, hard, but still gently, somehow… and when he felt that fantastically tight anus clamping hard around his needy shaft, he groaned roughly, trying to hold on.

“Come for me, luv,” Spike pleaded. “Want to feel you, Xan… need your heat…”

Well, and he couldn’t deny his Mate, after all, so Xander stopped trying and just gave in.

His body moved faster still, harder still, every part of him focused on eradicating even the memory of the pain he’d given Spike. “Baby…” he growled, surprised that he could make that sound now, “Gonna feel me… so gonna feel me, love…”

The vampire groaned, then gasped wildly as the thick, ready shaft inside him pulsed roughly against his pleasure point, and it was barely a moment later—when he felt his Xan’s entire body seize—that he let his shout of completion fly from him, arms and legs wrapped tightly around the much warmer body.

He’d claim his bloke in the vampire fashion soon enough, he knew… possibly even later that same night. But until then…?

Well, until then, he was more than happy to just… bask in the knowledge he could feel racing through his body.

Xander owned him. And even his demon was happy with that.

‘Sire,’ the demon murmured, purring softly as it relaxed within Spike’s mind.

‘Love and Sire,’ the soul added, even as it curled around the demon to no violence.

‘Love…’ the demon muttered acceptingly, wrapping itself just as tightly around the soul as warm, supple darkness flowed over them.

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He didn’t feel all that different, really. Not like he’d changed or anything.

No, it was more like… he’d acquired an additional sense, and since that sense was of Spike, he truly didn’t mind.

“I can feel you,” he whispered against soft, cool skin, holding the vampire tightly to his chest. “Inside me, Spike. I can feel you…”

“Amazing, that is,” the blond mumbled, even as he shook the last of the lethargy from his mind, “What with me being in front of you and all, luv.”

Xander laughed and bit teasingly at the nape of Spike’s neck, humming his content. “Mmmm… guess we’ll have to fix that, baby. It’s been… too long. But I meant in a totally non-physical way. I… feel you. I know you’re…”

Spike shifted a bit, twisting and turning until he finally managed to face his… Xander. “Know I’m what, pet?” he purred, one hand sliding up silken ribs. “Yours?”

His laugh, when it came, was breathless and wondrous. “Y-yeah, Spike. Mine. And Gods know how or why, but I think… fuck. Somehow, I think I was waiting. All those years, Spike, even when I knew you were dust. I was waiting. For you.”

The vampire frowned and shook his head. “Don’t rightly know where I was, yeah? Somewhere. I… almost remember sometimes, but…” he shrugged. “Guess I was waiting too, wasn’t I?” He’d wondered many a time just why he’d come back, but for the most part he’d been too glad of it to question it very deeply. Still, maybe this was the reason. Maybe Xander was the reason. And if he were going to be honest, he couldn’t think of a better one. “Good to be here, Xan,” he added, losing himself in the man’s warm brown eyes.

Tanned fingers found the mark on Spike’s chest, tracing it lightly as Xander nodded. “Welcome home, Spike,” was all he could manage to say before the lure of full pink lips became too much.

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He came out of the kiss on his back, legs spread wide to the slow thrust of slick fingers opening him almost delicately, and when he blinked, he was entirely unsurprised to find a deeply aroused blond staring back at him. “Spike,” he moaned softly, one leg rising just a little to press thigh to hard, seeping flesh. “Gods, baby… yes…”

That was enough, Spike figured, to show that his bloke still needed their original arrangement, even if things had become a good bit more serious than either of them had initially intended. “Have to agree, pet,” he muttered before pressing his lips to Xander’s again, tongue sliding past teeth to tangle with the equally slick and flexible muscle that resided behind them. His fingers moved deeper, keeping the slow, steady stretch going, and when the time came, a third digit was added; then a fourth as he rocked against the lightly-haired thigh beneath his groin.

Good Gods, Spike was trying to kill him… and if death were an option, this was how Xander wanted to go. He whimpered into that wonderfully talented mouth, arching against the sheets when first one finger, then another tapped at his prostate, and if Spike didn’t get the hell in him soon, he might just toss the vampire down and ride him hard and…

But no… this was what Spike needed, and after everything he’d put his Mate through, he’d be damned if he was going to tell him ‘no’; especially now. Still, “Please,” he gasped, dragging his lips from sheer perfection for a bare moment or two, “please, baby…”

The vampire swallowed hard and nodded. “Y-yeah… enough foreplay, isn’t it?” His brow furrowed for a second. “Or would that be mid-play, seeing as we’ve been… ohhh…”

Brown eyes sparkled as a hand slipped between them, fingers wrapping around the long, ready cock seeping against his skin. “Just… enough play, Spike. F-for n-now… please…”

And yeah, his bloke was right about that. Possibly more right than he’d ever been about anything except claiming him.

Slick, elegant fingers pulled slowly from the tight heat and Spike raised himself, settling back onto his knees. The open lubricant was quickly found and he couldn’t help hissing slightly as he applied a liberal dollop to his tip, his skin shivering slightly as the thick, viscous fluid dripped slowly down his length. “Over, luv,” he spoke silkily, finally stroking himself as his bloke simply turned and pressed up onto all fours. “So bloody lovely, pet,” he sighed.

Cool, slippery hands on his hips had him moaning. The sharp, indrawn breath he heard made him keen. And when he felt that twitching, slick, seeping head press against his hole for the first time in… Gods, it felt like forever… Xander cried out wordlessly, pushing back into the slow burn, into the needed pain, onto the desperately desired cool-slick-mine that pierced him fully.

His arms wrapped tightly around that solid, hot waist as he slid in those last few inches until his sac slapped lightly against his love’s, and when he moved back, he took his bloke with him, settling him firmly on his lap, so deep, “So deep, luv,” he murmured into one reddened ear. “So deep, Xan… so bloody deep in you, pet…” and after far too many days and nights of not being right where he was, the sensation was like a revelation.

“Belong right here, I do,” Spike groaned, arms loosening to let his hands move slowly, possessively, lovingly over bronzed skin, tensing muscle. “Belong here, Xander, buried balls-deep inside you… feeling you wrapped so tight and hot around me. Almost don’t want to move, luv… could stay here just like this for days, pet…”

Oh, Gods… oh, fucking Gods… His legs spread wider over his vampire’s thighs, finding purchase on the mattress and he settled back just a bit more, gasping as the small motion filled him nearly to bursting. One shuddering breath flew from Xander’s lips as his head dropped back onto Spike’s shoulder and he gasped softly. “Y-yes…” he somehow made himself say, losing any further words in the sharp pleasure of long, pale fingers pinching hard at his budded nipples.

Blond hair rubbed lightly against tanned skin and Spike chuckled softly. “Next time,” he moaned into the crook of his love’s neck. “Next time, luv… we’ll do that.” His hands slid lower, finding and fondling the achingly hard shaft his bloke sported, one moving lower still to cup Xander’s tightening sac, and when that heated, needy body arched slightly into the touch, Spike arched as well, hips rising a mere inch or so, filling his love again.

“Uhhhhnnnn…” Once again, he was reduced to grunts and sighs, but Xander didn’t mind that at all. Not when he felt this way, not when Spike—his Spike, all his—was making him feel this way, and… and he heard-felt-sensed that soft, erotic crinkle of shifting bone and cartilage; knew the first nearly gentle prick of sharp teeth at his neck, and as much as he wanted this to go on and on and on and never stop, never end, never… finish… it was a lost hope because the second he felt those teeth drive deep and jagged; the moment he knew for sure that the belonging went both ways, he…

‘Mine, mine now, mine always, always mine,’ Spike heard-felt inside him, and damn him if he knew whether it was his soul or his demon or whatever combination of the two made up him, but whatever it was, he knew it was right. Right and true and unquestionably the smartest part of him because he was drinking his bloke in, drinking Xander in, and he tasted of fire and earth and burnt cinnamon and love, and he’d never known anything like it—like him.

And when he felt that lovely, thick cock pulse in his hand, felt hot, rich fluids spill over his fingers, felt the almost unbearable tightening around him, he couldn’t help but cry out, the sound muffled by his Xander’s hot skin and even hotter blood as he arched and shuddered and drank some more, coming hard and deep within the flexing channel… and the brand on his chest throbbed in time with his love’s rabbit-fast heart.

‘Mine-mine. Mine-mine. Mine-mine.’

And if the beating Spike’s heart echoed was marking its own litany, then who was to know that it was comprised entirely of…

‘Mine. Always, always mine. Mate. My-Mate. My-Mate. Mine.’

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Tbc... in the epilogue, which is coming in just a few moments. :P