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Part 23
*more smut. Hope nobody minds. *snerk**
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Part 23
They’d eventually gotten dressed and curled up comfortably on one of the couches, letting the steward come back for long enough to bring them some drinks that’d held them for the half hour or so to Dulles Airport, just outside DC.
They’d wandered the airport for a bit while the jet refueled, then climbed back aboard and settled on the couch again, watching the beginning of some movie on the pull-down screen, and sure it was an old film. Of course it was, considering the Mighty Poof didn’t acknowledge any cinema after 1989 for some odd reason… with a few equally bizarre exceptions.
“What do ya think, luv?” Spike murmured, rubbing his cheek against the slightly taller man’s chest as they relaxed.
Broad shoulders shrugged, one hand stroking slowly up and down the vampire’s cool spine under the soft cotton of the black t-shirt. “It’s got some good lines… kinda funny, I guess. And if you really want to watch the rest of it, I’m game, baby,” he murmured, shifting slightly where he sat in an effort to distract himself from the tight, toned body against him.
The vampire chuckled and turned his head a little, nipping lightly at one small, flat male nipple that was tragically—in his opinion-- hidden beneath his Xan’s shirt. “Ya sayin’ ya got somethin’ else in mind, pet? Don’t think I’m recovered from earlier yet…” And quick as that he found himself on his back, the couch cushions soft and yielding under him as soft eyes and hard muscle both showed their appreciation of the new position.
A small growl echoed in his chest as Xander smiled a touch wickedly into wide blue eyes. “Oh, you’re recovered, baby… I think we both know that. But I didn’t mean we should fuck again. Not yet, anyway.” His head dipped down, the tip of his nose trailing slowly up Spike’s neck from shoulder to ear and he rumbled softly, happily. “You’ve got my scent all over you, Spike… inside and out.” He repeated the motion, this time with the tip of his tongue as the vampire shivered. “You tassste… like blood and sex… sssmoke and musk. You tasssssste… like mine, baby…”
“Bloody… fuckin’…” His arms wrapped around the stockier build of his love, hands fisting cotton almost desperately. “How th’ bloody hell can ya do this ta me every soddin’ time…? Make me feel so…” he groaned, fully hard, fully needing as the larger, much warmer body held him virtually immobile.
“It’s because you want me, Spike,” he whispered silkily into one ear, tongue slowly caressing the curve teasingly. “Because you can’t think of anything but me whenever I’m near you… and even more when we’re apart.” Blunt, white teeth nibbled almost gently along the pronounced jaw line. “Because the idea of not being with me makes you feel cold… alone… lost, baby… and that’s just the idea of it. The thought that something like that could ever happen… makes you want to do nothing but fuck, be fucked, feel me, know I’m right here with you, in you, touching you, having you, being had by you…”
Blue eyes widened even more, throat working to swallow hard. “Y-yah… fuck, Xan… how…?”
His lips paused, pressing lightly against soft skin, the silent and unmoving pulse just below. “I know, baby… I feel it too. Now that I’ve had you, I can’t…” He shuddered, pressing himself harder onto the slightly smaller body. “I won’t let you go, Spike. I… fuck, I can’t even think about…”
“Don’t!” Spike growled intently, his body vibrating roughly now. “Don’t even start ta think ‘bout it, luv… might be yours, pet, but you’re mine, too. An’ I keep what’s mine!” His eyes flashed gold even as he shifted beneath his Xan’s body, lips finally finding the fragrant, tasty neck and sucking hard at a scant mouthful of skin. “Ya’d know that if’n ya’d just scar instead of healin’ up so fast, luv… want ta mark ya, show th’ world you’re my own…”
Unfortunately, that wasn’t going to happen, Xander knew. But… “We’ll figure something out, baby… we will… want that, Spike. Want everyone to know… need to mark you, too. More than scent, more than blood… need to… somehow we’ll do it, baby… not letting you go, never letting you go…”
And maybe he should be bothered by how sudden it was; how quickly he’d reached this place where even the chance of being without the brunette was earth-shattering, but he just wasn’t. He couldn’t be. He’d waited all his human life and the entirety of his demonic existence to feel this… to know he’d given everything within him to someone—finally—who shared that depth of desperate, needy, completely overwhelming devotion without reservation, without question, without imagining him to be either more or less than he actually was.
Bodies ground together roughly, arms wrapped and tight around straining clothed flesh as voices murmured and declared, lips pressed and slid; chests rocked, rumbled, vibrated with possessive growls and soft, sighing whimpers as the desperation became desire became need became… more.
He wasn’t entirely sure of how he’d ended up lying on his side, strong pale arms wrapped around his torso from behind as he stared at the muted film still playing, hips moving slowly back and forth, back and forth, top leg raised, ankle resting on the back of the couch behind him, behind Spike as that wonderfully cool, long shaft slowly stroked deep. “God… Spike,” he whispered, his own hands covering the ones on his ribs. “Baby… God, baby…”
Wet, soft kisses rained over tight, tanned shoulders, blue eyes closed to focus entirely on the sensation of making love to his Xan for the first time. He’d never call it that out loud, never have the nerve to sound so girly, but that’s what they were doing, he knew. Hell, even the demon knew and wasn’t complaining. They’d fucked before, been fucked before, but this… this was different. “Xan…” he whispered back, swallowing hard as he felt the hot, thick fingers tangling with his own, “Pet… luv… so bloody perfect, luv… can’t get enough of ya…”
“Feel you, Spike… God, never felt… never like this… no one like you, baby…” Never before and never again… there would never be anyone like him again… and he was his, he was Xander’s and he’d never gotten anything he’d really wanted before, not even as a child, not even for birthdays or Christmases, and now… now, that was fine, Xander realized, because all those disappointments had just been the universe saving up all his joys and pleasures for this… for having Spike as his own. “Always… be mine, baby… couldn’t… live… without this, without… you…”
“Won’t have ta, Xan,” Spike whispered back, hips moving just a bit faster now, using the back of the couch for leverage. “Not goin’ anywhere, pet… not without ya…” One hand slid gently down hot skin, the warm palm covering it moving as well. “Ya feel so good, luv… so tight ‘round me… so close, luv… need ya ta get there with me, yah…?”
The brunette nodded, swallowing a lump in his throat as their joined hands found his seeping shaft and gripped it gently. “L-love you… inside me, baby… love feeling you… in me like this… God, Spike… I can’t… I’m so…” His eyes closed hard, teeth digging into his bottom lip as he tried to hold on, but… it was hopeless. Their hands moved over his needy flesh, the first slow spurt adding slickness to the slow stroking and he pressed back again, then forward, unable to choose between the attention to his own swelling shaft and the thickening, pulsating shaft filling him so perfectly. “S-s-spike…” he moaned, losing the fight completely as one initial gush of cool seed flowed over, against, around the nubbin inside him. “B-baby… s-so…”
His hand kept moving, pulling short, nearly gentle splashes of hot semen from his Xander almost independently, because the rest of him was pressed deep and hard and full within the perfection of that heated, gasping body, his bloke’s anus flexing rhythmically as they came together in a slow shattering that felt like finding home.
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(A/N: As always, thanks to those who took the time to review. Even a simple 'liked this' is appreciated... and gets your name here, in the author's notes. *grins* So this time, many thanks to: TheShadowCat (*grins* But plane rides can be SO boring... LOL), nulinka (glad to hear it. *grins*), chibifae (Angel next part, I think... poor guy. :P) & E (*blushes* Glad you're liking the porn and here was a bit more. LOL) for taking that time. You guys rock!)
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Part 23
They’d eventually gotten dressed and curled up comfortably on one of the couches, letting the steward come back for long enough to bring them some drinks that’d held them for the half hour or so to Dulles Airport, just outside DC.
They’d wandered the airport for a bit while the jet refueled, then climbed back aboard and settled on the couch again, watching the beginning of some movie on the pull-down screen, and sure it was an old film. Of course it was, considering the Mighty Poof didn’t acknowledge any cinema after 1989 for some odd reason… with a few equally bizarre exceptions.
“What do ya think, luv?” Spike murmured, rubbing his cheek against the slightly taller man’s chest as they relaxed.
Broad shoulders shrugged, one hand stroking slowly up and down the vampire’s cool spine under the soft cotton of the black t-shirt. “It’s got some good lines… kinda funny, I guess. And if you really want to watch the rest of it, I’m game, baby,” he murmured, shifting slightly where he sat in an effort to distract himself from the tight, toned body against him.
The vampire chuckled and turned his head a little, nipping lightly at one small, flat male nipple that was tragically—in his opinion-- hidden beneath his Xan’s shirt. “Ya sayin’ ya got somethin’ else in mind, pet? Don’t think I’m recovered from earlier yet…” And quick as that he found himself on his back, the couch cushions soft and yielding under him as soft eyes and hard muscle both showed their appreciation of the new position.
A small growl echoed in his chest as Xander smiled a touch wickedly into wide blue eyes. “Oh, you’re recovered, baby… I think we both know that. But I didn’t mean we should fuck again. Not yet, anyway.” His head dipped down, the tip of his nose trailing slowly up Spike’s neck from shoulder to ear and he rumbled softly, happily. “You’ve got my scent all over you, Spike… inside and out.” He repeated the motion, this time with the tip of his tongue as the vampire shivered. “You tassste… like blood and sex… sssmoke and musk. You tasssssste… like mine, baby…”
“Bloody… fuckin’…” His arms wrapped around the stockier build of his love, hands fisting cotton almost desperately. “How th’ bloody hell can ya do this ta me every soddin’ time…? Make me feel so…” he groaned, fully hard, fully needing as the larger, much warmer body held him virtually immobile.
“It’s because you want me, Spike,” he whispered silkily into one ear, tongue slowly caressing the curve teasingly. “Because you can’t think of anything but me whenever I’m near you… and even more when we’re apart.” Blunt, white teeth nibbled almost gently along the pronounced jaw line. “Because the idea of not being with me makes you feel cold… alone… lost, baby… and that’s just the idea of it. The thought that something like that could ever happen… makes you want to do nothing but fuck, be fucked, feel me, know I’m right here with you, in you, touching you, having you, being had by you…”
Blue eyes widened even more, throat working to swallow hard. “Y-yah… fuck, Xan… how…?”
His lips paused, pressing lightly against soft skin, the silent and unmoving pulse just below. “I know, baby… I feel it too. Now that I’ve had you, I can’t…” He shuddered, pressing himself harder onto the slightly smaller body. “I won’t let you go, Spike. I… fuck, I can’t even think about…”
“Don’t!” Spike growled intently, his body vibrating roughly now. “Don’t even start ta think ‘bout it, luv… might be yours, pet, but you’re mine, too. An’ I keep what’s mine!” His eyes flashed gold even as he shifted beneath his Xan’s body, lips finally finding the fragrant, tasty neck and sucking hard at a scant mouthful of skin. “Ya’d know that if’n ya’d just scar instead of healin’ up so fast, luv… want ta mark ya, show th’ world you’re my own…”
Unfortunately, that wasn’t going to happen, Xander knew. But… “We’ll figure something out, baby… we will… want that, Spike. Want everyone to know… need to mark you, too. More than scent, more than blood… need to… somehow we’ll do it, baby… not letting you go, never letting you go…”
And maybe he should be bothered by how sudden it was; how quickly he’d reached this place where even the chance of being without the brunette was earth-shattering, but he just wasn’t. He couldn’t be. He’d waited all his human life and the entirety of his demonic existence to feel this… to know he’d given everything within him to someone—finally—who shared that depth of desperate, needy, completely overwhelming devotion without reservation, without question, without imagining him to be either more or less than he actually was.
Bodies ground together roughly, arms wrapped and tight around straining clothed flesh as voices murmured and declared, lips pressed and slid; chests rocked, rumbled, vibrated with possessive growls and soft, sighing whimpers as the desperation became desire became need became… more.
He wasn’t entirely sure of how he’d ended up lying on his side, strong pale arms wrapped around his torso from behind as he stared at the muted film still playing, hips moving slowly back and forth, back and forth, top leg raised, ankle resting on the back of the couch behind him, behind Spike as that wonderfully cool, long shaft slowly stroked deep. “God… Spike,” he whispered, his own hands covering the ones on his ribs. “Baby… God, baby…”
Wet, soft kisses rained over tight, tanned shoulders, blue eyes closed to focus entirely on the sensation of making love to his Xan for the first time. He’d never call it that out loud, never have the nerve to sound so girly, but that’s what they were doing, he knew. Hell, even the demon knew and wasn’t complaining. They’d fucked before, been fucked before, but this… this was different. “Xan…” he whispered back, swallowing hard as he felt the hot, thick fingers tangling with his own, “Pet… luv… so bloody perfect, luv… can’t get enough of ya…”
“Feel you, Spike… God, never felt… never like this… no one like you, baby…” Never before and never again… there would never be anyone like him again… and he was his, he was Xander’s and he’d never gotten anything he’d really wanted before, not even as a child, not even for birthdays or Christmases, and now… now, that was fine, Xander realized, because all those disappointments had just been the universe saving up all his joys and pleasures for this… for having Spike as his own. “Always… be mine, baby… couldn’t… live… without this, without… you…”
“Won’t have ta, Xan,” Spike whispered back, hips moving just a bit faster now, using the back of the couch for leverage. “Not goin’ anywhere, pet… not without ya…” One hand slid gently down hot skin, the warm palm covering it moving as well. “Ya feel so good, luv… so tight ‘round me… so close, luv… need ya ta get there with me, yah…?”
The brunette nodded, swallowing a lump in his throat as their joined hands found his seeping shaft and gripped it gently. “L-love you… inside me, baby… love feeling you… in me like this… God, Spike… I can’t… I’m so…” His eyes closed hard, teeth digging into his bottom lip as he tried to hold on, but… it was hopeless. Their hands moved over his needy flesh, the first slow spurt adding slickness to the slow stroking and he pressed back again, then forward, unable to choose between the attention to his own swelling shaft and the thickening, pulsating shaft filling him so perfectly. “S-s-spike…” he moaned, losing the fight completely as one initial gush of cool seed flowed over, against, around the nubbin inside him. “B-baby… s-so…”
His hand kept moving, pulling short, nearly gentle splashes of hot semen from his Xander almost independently, because the rest of him was pressed deep and hard and full within the perfection of that heated, gasping body, his bloke’s anus flexing rhythmically as they came together in a slow shattering that felt like finding home.
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(A/N: As always, thanks to those who took the time to review. Even a simple 'liked this' is appreciated... and gets your name here, in the author's notes. *grins* So this time, many thanks to: TheShadowCat (*grins* But plane rides can be SO boring... LOL), nulinka (glad to hear it. *grins*), chibifae (Angel next part, I think... poor guy. :P) & E (*blushes* Glad you're liking the porn and here was a bit more. LOL) for taking that time. You guys rock!)