All I Need...

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Part 22

One brow arched as he tried to look unimpressed by the private jet. Still, it was difficult once they climbed the rolling stairs into the cabin and he saw the lush leather chairs and completely non-standard couches and tables bolted to the deck.

“You, uh… travel like this all the time, Spike?” he managed to ask, even as the air steward directed them to their seats.

Spike shrugged. “Yah. ‘s part of th’ perks of bein’ on my Sire’s payroll, ya know, luv?” He sat back, rolling his eyes as the Captain’s voice filtered through the intercom, instructing them to buckle up. “Like that’s goin’ ta make a difference if’n we go down, ‘ey?” he added with a wink although he did fasten his seat belt.

It was watching his vampire’s legs stretch out fully and the way the action displayed the long, toned body that had Xander humming softly. His hands moved to fasten his own belt, his tongue creeping out to lick suddenly dry lips as the plane began to taxi.

“Go down…?” the brunette echoed, not entirely sure of what he was saying but knowing that it was something he wanted… “The plane? Oh, right… no going down. Yeah.”

He couldn’t help smirking just a little, even though the last twenty-three hours had been hell for him. Yeah, they’d spent the night together, but since Xander’s room was right between two of the young Slayers’, his love had been stubborn about playing, much less fucking. Then again, the bloke had obviously suffered just as much as he had, if the look in those deep brown eyes was any indication.

“ ‘ey!” he called out to the steward, “Make yourself scarce once we’re in th’ air, mate… got us some shaggin’ ta do an’ it’s not a spectator sport.”

Xander groaned. “Spike… you could have at least waited until we were in the air!”

“What? Ya don’t want ta shag me at twenty-bloody-thousand feet, luv? Just givin’ th’ bloke fair warnin’, ya know.”

Brown eyes closed for a moment before opening again and spearing wicked blue. “Yeah… but do you really think I can wait until we’re up there…? Now that you said it out loud and everything…?”

It was the deep rumbling he could barely hear under the words that had Spike shaking although he tried to disguise it as a reaction to the plane’s motions. “Right then. Ya. Git.” His darted a glare at the bloke who wasn’t his Xan. “Get your ass inta th’ cockpit an’ don’t come out ‘til I say so… even if it’s after we’ve landed.”

The matching growls from the two men were what made the man unbuckle from his own safety seat and stumble out of the main cabin. He’d be damned yet again if he was going to come between those two, no matter what Angel said. Let him try to keep them apart.

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There was something about the way his bloke prowled that just got him going. Even the short distance between their seats was enough to have Spike’s entire body humming and thrumming as the dark brown eyes held his, that long, strong body stalking across the few feet of carpeted metal. “Bloody hell…” he whispered, fingers digging in to the plushly padded leather arms of his seat.

His head cocked slightly, brown hair hanging over his eyes as he felt the small shimmer of green cross them. “Save it, baby… haven’t done anything to earn a ‘bloody hell’ yet…”

Xander smiled smugly, dropping to his knees before his vampire. Hands slid slowly up denim clad legs, pausing to rub circles over slightly trembling knees before moving higher, nails scratching teasingly over the rough fabric. “Christ, Spike,” he murmured, a low growl behind the words, “I wish you could see yourself right now…”

His fingers moved nimbly, unfastening the safety belt then hooking over the waist of the blond’s jeans. “Never seen anything like you, baby… all long and pale and cool… God, I need… fuck, Spike… has it really only been a day since I touched you like this?”

His head pressed back against the raised headrest behind him, hips arching slightly as his hands clasped the leather tighter and Spike groaned, feeling the slow release of pressure over his groin as buttons were quickly undone. “Y-yah, Xan… bloody… ‘s been too long, yah…?”

Xander lost the smugness as the intensified scent of Spike’s arousal filled the air. His hands slid beneath fabric and around, fingers grasping roughly at taut, toned globes of muscular flesh, the blond’s shifting hips giving him just enough room to drag the jeans down, exposing nearly hairless thighs.

It took a bare moment to pull the boots from thin, white feet, tossing them carelessly across the cabin before dragging the jeans fully off and sending them following. “Jesus, baby…” Xander growled, eyes raking hotly over the half-naked form, “You look so…” He shook his head, hands rising to the neck of the black t-shirt and pulling, ripping the cotton away. “You were made for this, Spike… so fucking beautiful…”

The warm, tan fingers suddenly wrapped around his cock had whatever words he might have spoken dying in his throat. Their remains exited as a gasp, his hips rising again, pressing into the hot, tight fist as he stared desperately into green-tinged brown. “Nnnnggghhh…” the vampire grunted, not sure if he was demanding ‘now’ or ‘no more waiting’ or some other variation on the theme. His own hands finally left the arms of the chair, pushing the ruined t-shirt from his shoulders before moving to the warm, solid shape before him.

“No,” Xander snapped sharply, man and beast in agreement as they released the leaking shaft and grabbed those elegant hands, raising them to fasten on the padded headrest above and behind bleached hair. “Keep them there,” he added, standing quickly, body automatically adjusting to the movement of the plane as he nearly tore his own clothing in his haste to be free.

Slacks, shirt, shoes, even socks joined the other cloth littering the carpeting and he dropped to the floor in front of his vampire again, strong hands pressing white knees apart as he wrapped his fingers under Spike’s legs, dragging him to the edge of the seat. “That’s better,” he groaned, just staring at his vampire laid out like this for him.

“Bloody fuckin’ hell, Xan… if ya don’t touch me soon, I’m goin’ ta…” the words broke off on a gasping growl and Spike arched hard, writhing in the chair as that hot, wet mouth closed over the tip of his throbbing, seeping cock. “Y-yah…”

Xander settled back on his heels, lips spread wide around the long, thick shaft, fingers digging into already shaking thighs as he pressed down, pressed in, taking that broad, spongy head deep into his throat. He moaned softly, something inside him relaxing at the flavor bursting over his tongue. This was right, this was necessary, this was… everything. And even a day without tasting Spike, touching Spike, fucking Spike, or even being fucked by Spike was about a day too long.

Teeth grazed his skin lightly, the pointed tip of a tongue tracing small, fast circles against aching flesh as his Xan pulled up, sliding those tight, full lips almost to his tip before reversing and swallowing him down, throat flexing rhythmically around him and all Spike could do was gasp and grunt, writhe and arch. He felt his sac tightening and couldn’t even manage to shape a word of warning in his mind, much less speak one. His fingers clenched wildly on the leather headrest, nearly puncturing it as his grunts became growls became snarls became whimpers and cries, still wordless but no less needy for that.

And this was what he’d been waiting for, Xander thought with a purely internal grin as he pulled up again, tongue flicking wickedly over and into the tiny slit. One hand released soft, bruised skin, slipping between wide-spread legs to roll the tense balls lightly and the beast within him purred at the first hard, violent spurt of thick, cool liquid into his mouth.

He was almost amazed that he hadn’t broken his back, cumming that hard. Still, he figured it was probably thanks to his vampire constitution and wasn’t that a bloody good thing. Not as good as the thick digit probing his anus, though. He groaned, trying to open his legs even more as the hot, wet mouth slowly released his cock.

“Xan,” he moaned breathlessly, looking down at the brunette between his legs. “Bloody buggerin’ hell, luv…” he began, then moaned again, deeper, louder, when the hand not toying with his ass rose to those red, soft lips, catching the whitish fluid his bloke dribbled from between them. “Wha’…?”

It was a wicked and dangerous smile that crossed his lips, Xander was sure. Of course, that smile usually got him at least a wanton groan, so he wasn’t bothered. He pressed his finger against the tightly budded little hole, moving his wet hand a little and allowing a small bit of the collected cum to drip down. “The lube is in our luggage, baby,” he murmured darkly, “Can’t wait long enough to find it. Not when you’re lying here looking like that. I need… fuck, Spike. Need to be in you…”

The vampire nodded quickly, groaning his pleasure when a second finger stabbed deep, joining the first. “Enough… enough, luv… need ya, pet, want ta feel ya… now, Xan! Bloody hell, enough soddin’ foreplay, yah…? Just… take me, luv… hard, fast… however ya want… now!”

He couldn’t help chuckling, even as he let the rest of the wet handful dribble over his cock. Fingers pulling away, he positioned himself carefully, his cock nearly purple with need. “Whatever you say, Master,” he murmured, slick hands finding sharp hips and taking them in a rough grip.

“Gonna do you so good, Spike… fuck you til you scream.” His lips quirked into a vicious smirk as he pressed himself against that tightly clenched hole. “Is that what you want, baby? Want me to make you scream for me? Want me to slam into you so hard and fast and deep that you’ll feel me in the back of your throat and taste your own blood?”

And that dark, desirous tone always got to him like nothing else ever had. His hands held tighter to the leather and he rocked wildly, trying to pull that beautiful shaft inside him, already. “Yah… w-want that, Xan… you fillin’ me so full, makin’ me hoarse from shoutin’ an’ callin’ your name, pet… want ya ta break me open an’ fill me up with ya, luv… always…”

‘Ourssss… love ourssss…’ the hyena rumbled happily, just as excited as the rest of him.

‘Always ours,’ Xander allowed, fingers digging deeper into already bruised flesh, he and his beast both reveling in the marks, temporary as they were. His eyes met gold-flecked blue again, dark with need. “So scream for me, baby,” he growled, hard hands pulling Spike a few inches closer even as he drove roughly, viciously into the tight, cool body he’d been yearning for for hours.

His fingers did pierce the leather of his chair this time, eyes wide and staring at the ceiling of the plane as his features shifted, the demon emerging as he felt himself tear, smelled the relatively small amount of his own blood filling the air. His mouth opened wide, his cry slightly distorted by the sharp, jagged teeth. “Xan! Bloody… fuck… Xander! Yah! R-r-right… like… that!”

The hyena bounced inside him, scenting the vampire’s intensifying need, pleased that they were giving ‘theirs’ what he needed. ‘Morrrre… give oursss morrre… make ours happy…’

Not even a tiny part of him had any problem with doing just that. ‘Yessss… definitely. Keep ours happy, keep him… ours!’ he told it, even as he pulled back completely, growling low and deep before penetrating that perfect, amazing ass again, forcing his way past the slightly stretched, bleeding ring, cock slamming roughly into and then along the hard little nub inside his Spike. “Scream… for me… baby…” he grunted, repeating the action, nostrils flaring as the blood-scent and lust-scent became nearly overwhelming.

And he’d never cared much for roughness when it had been Angelus forcing it on him, but somehow now… with his Xander… it was good and right and perfect and… just what he needed. What all of him needed. And apparently he’d somehow known that or he would have balked long before now. But this was… “B-brilliant… f-fuck!” he howled, entirely sure that this couldn’t possibly get any better until a moment later when the plane started taxiing again, speeding up, the velocity pushing him harder onto that jabbing, stabbing cock.

Then it got even better still, the front of the bloody huge machine lifting, sliding him farther in his seat, the building g-forces intensifying the sensation beyond anything he ever could have imagined. His mouth opened wider, still not wide enough to let loose the full degree of desirous shouting he wanted to release into the air.

The take-off was exactly what he’d been waiting for. Xander snarled, his hands releasing the slender hips quickly, sliding under Spike’s knees then grabbing tightly onto the arms of the chair to hold himself where he was, his vampire’s body splayed around him, his shaft buried deeper than it had ever been before. And thank god for his Primal strength because if he’d still been simply human, he never would have been able to hold himself there. “That’s it,” he groaned, rocking slightly within that amazingly tight, incredibly slick ass. “Feel that, Spike…? N-nobody will… ever be… as d-d-deep in you… as I am n-now… M-mine, baby… all mine… always mine…. K-keeping y-you, Spike… k-k-keeping you…”

Jesus-bloody-jumping-fucking-Christ! That was all he could manage to think and even at that, it wasn’t so much a thought as a feeling. Jesus-bloody-jumping-fucking-Christ… his Xan didn’t know how right he was. He’d never been so full, so taken, so… owned. And he’d never wanted to be until Xander.

“S-same… ta… ya…” he managed to gasp before the brunette’s next series of tiny thrusts against the rising angle of the plane had him howling wordlessly again, his anus splitting just a bit more around the thick length within him.

‘…?’ the hyena demanded, confused.

‘Ours agrees… and we’re his, too. Belong. Good thing,’ he told it in a brief moment of clarity, growling louder as the blood-smell grew stronger.

He almost wanted to stop. To pull away, to stop hurting his vampire, but… God, those were good sounds the blond was making and he’d never forgive himself if he ended this for no real reason at all. He held on to the chair harder as the last burst of speed finally had the plane reaching altitude, then groaned his relief as it leveled off, the external pressure easing enough that he could lean forward, lips pressing hard to cool, full lips.

The kiss was enough to make him burst into flame, Spike thought, although the blazingly hot shaft inside him had definitely started the burn. Sharp teeth played as carefully as possible over heated lips and slick tongue, a low, deep purr building in his chest as the kiss continued and his Xan’s small rocking motions became slow, long thrusts, sliding deep, rubbing slowly but firmly over that spot inside him. “B-bloody hell… Xan…” he moaned, pulling away from that wonderful mouth as he fought the urge to literally eat at that tongue.

And if he was bleeding his vampire, regardless of how pleasurably for them both, the least he could do was replace the life’s energy seeping around his cock. It wasn’t that he wanted to feel Spike’s teeth in his skin… wasn’t that it felt so damned good when the blond pierced his flesh and pulled his true essence from him… well, okay, maybe it was, but…

“Let go of the chair,” he mumbled, still stroking long and deep into the perfect ass surrounding him. “I need… God, Spike…” Xander swallowed hard and shook his head, then arched his neck to the side when golden eyes met his own green-tinted brown. “Love you… feeding from me… love you feeding… feed, baby… God, Spike, drink me down… while I fuck you like this…”

There wasn’t a single thing Spike wanted or needed to say to that. His fingers struggled from flocked stuffing, pulling out of leather to find the heated silk of his bloke’s skin. One hand grasped a straining shoulder while the other tangled in longish brown hair, holding that salty-sweet-musky neck still as jagged teeth drove roughly, deeply, tapping into the perfect fount of his Primal… his Primal. His Xander. His.

The slight edge of pain was enough, Xander found out then, to force him fully into the deep end of the orgasm that had been building since he’d had Spike’s cock in his mouth earlier. Add in the incredibly intense pleasure of that bite and he was a goner. His hips thrust again, cock sliding deep and throbbing roughly, buried to the hilt within his vampire’s friction-warmed ass as he gasped, groaned, shuddered and finally, finally spilled himself roughly, the moment made all the more perfect by the sudden explosion of cool, rich seed against his chest.

‘Mine,’ the demon side of him insisted, and ‘mine’ the soul declared as well. And that was fine. It wasn’t anything he hadn’t already known after all. His lips sealed tightly against hot, salty skin, tongue probing gently at the edges of the raw wound as he drank and came, wicked spurts of need, desire and fulfillment flying slickly between his chest and his Xan’s. He felt himself clenching hard, anus roughly gripping the spurting shaft within him and gloried in the gasping, growling groans the reflexive action pulled from the man buried deep inside his body.

Finally, though, he felt the wound sealing, healing with the remarkable speed the former human had been displaying since the trials, apparently. Part of him—the soul, he figured—wondered about that but the rest of him didn’t care. Just meant his Xander could recover from injuries that much faster. Vampire-fast, in fact. And that was a good thing because he had a feeling the man wouldn’t be avoiding fights any time soon.

His sigh at releasing the still surprisingly soft skin was echoed by Xander’s and Spike purred deeply, pulling those full lips to his own for a slow, deep kiss.

“Did I… Shit, Spike. I… didn’t hurt you, did I?” Xander frowned, giving the blond a worried look.

The vampire grunted, chuckling as he shifted slightly, hands roaming slowly and possessively over tense shoulders. “Not sayin’ I want ta do that every day, luv, but… was bloody brilliant, yah? Feelin’ ya like that, Xan… so deep an’ wild… wantin’ me enough ta just take me… fuck me… wantin’ me ta luv it enough that ya made it better than good…” He purred softly, pulling the younger man’s head to his chest and rubbing his cheek against soft brow hair. “Can’t say there wasn’t a good bit of pain involved, pet. But I can guaran-bloody-tee ya, Xan… it was nothin’ ta th’ pleasure ya gave me…”

Xander didn’t know how sweet his smile was. Didn’t know how much of what he felt for his vampire was reflected in his eyes, in his face, when he raised his head to gaze helplessly into sapphire blue eyes. “Always want to give you pleasure, baby… never want to hurt you. Not in the bad way, okay?” he almost whispered, biting his lip just a little.

Spike nodded, trying not to beam girlishly at his bloke. “Know that, luv… an’ ya didn’t. Ya believe that, yah?”

Brown eyes smiled, lightening gently as soft, warm lips pressed lightly to Spike’s neck. “I do, Spike. Because I trust you to always tell me the truth, okay?”

The blond groaned softly as his legs were released, then groaned again, louder, when his Xan’s softened cock slipped slowly from his abused hole. “Truth…?” he murmured, chuckling slightly, “Hurts more havin’ ya out of me right now, pet…”

Xander smiled even more, lifting the long, toned legs again and placing them over his shoulders as he slid down, sitting on the floor now and looking at the thoroughly plundered opening before him. “Maybe I can do something about that, baby…” he whispered as he leaned forward, his soft, warm tongue sweeping slowly over that distressed hole, laving it gently. He moaned softly at the taste of himself and Spike… and Spike’s blood. His hands gently held the toned cheeks apart as he formed his tongue into a point and pressed it lightly against Spike’s anus, moaning when it slipped inside easily. ‘Tastes like us,’ he told his hyena with a soft and happy rumble, ‘Ours tastes like us and him and nothing else… just as he should.’

‘Ourssss…’ his animal spirit answered, pressing their tongue deeper, sweeping it lightly around the quivering walls. ‘Belongs… we belong. Ours belongs…’

“You taste so good, baby,” Xander moaned, pulling back to trail his eyes up his vampire’s long, pale form, “So good… can’t stop tasting you, Spike… God, you’re so…” He shook his head, at a loss for words as he returned to soothing and laving the healing, still-reddened hole.

And fortunately, Spike thought while he could still think, he didn’t much want his love to stop tasting him… not any time soon, anyway. Besides, they still had a good six hours in the air until they reached Dulles… then another six hours or so from there to LA. And if he spent a good bit of that time with his Xan’s tongue up his bum, making him hard and moaning over and over again…?

Well, oddly enough, Spike was fine with that.

Besides, eventually he’d have the chance to return the favor and considering how good the things Xan was doing to him felt…? Spike knew he wouldn’t mind that at all.

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(A/N: As alwaqys, thanks to those who took the time to review. This time, that would be TheShadowCat, nulinka, Su & RedSharpie. You guys are just the best. *grins*)