All I Need...

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Part 26

The one thing Xander Harris had never imagined even once since he’d known that Spike was Spike and not some shape-changing demon, was seeing him like this—spread out naked and sprawling in the broad patch of sunlight.

Granted, it was sunlight filtered through the special windows of the Wolfram and Hart building but it was still a sight to behold.

Pale skin gleamed with small shimmers of pearlescent white, blond hair gathered liquid fire, absorbing it like it belonged there… blue eyes became almost prismatic under half-closed lids.

“God, baby,” Xander murmured, licking his lips as his eyes found and followed one small, glistening, almost clear drop of fluid as it slipped slowly down the side of Spike’s bobbing shaft, “you’re beautiful… uh, in a manly way, of course…”

Slitted blue eyes raked slowly over the other man and Spike smirked, stretching sinuously against the dark carpet beneath him. “Not so bad yourself, luv… even if ya are too far away. Don’t suppose I could talk ya into joinin’ me, hmmm?”

Brown eyes crinkled slightly at the edges as the brunette sat back farther in his chair, fingers gripping the arms tightly in an effort to stay where he was. “Not yet, Spike… want to see you…”

A soft purr echoed in the vampire’s chest as he moved one hand slowly, teasingly sliding it over his own skin, first pinching lightly at small nipples, moaning quietly as they hardened into peaks. “Want ta see me what, luv…? Touch myself…? Run my hands all over my tight body while I’m thinkin’ about feelin’ ya on me, in me, takin’ me hard an’ fast or slow an’ sweet…?”

Oh, he was definitely in Hell. But what a way to burn. “Y-yeah, Spike… God, baby…” His own hand left one armrest, fingers sliding slowly up his throbbing cock, circling the head, then stroking down the other side as he watched Spike’s long, elegant fingers on that sun-limned skin.

“Tell me, Xan… tell me what ya want ta see, yah?” he groaned, bending his knees and dropping them wide, putting himself fully on display for his love. “Want me ta stroke my cock, make it even harder for ya? Spread all that slick juice over it, make it shine for ya, pet…?” Spike groaned again, the look in his Xander’s eyes alone dragging him closer to cumming without the man even touching him. “Tell me, luv… whatever ya need…”

“God, Spike. Jesus. Yes! Th-that… do that…” His hand wrapped around his own turgid length, squeezing hard then releasing rhythmically. “L-love… watching you, baby…”

It was a sentiment that was returned, Spike knew. Hell, there was something about seeing his bloke from a good six feet away, knowing there wasn’t anything on the entire planet that could or would pull those glorious green-brown eyes from him that just made him… thrill. And it didn’t hurt that the smooth, tanned skin was glowing all coppery in the light, that the brown hair was touched with strands of gold… that that gorgeous, blissful cock was pulsing visibly in his Primal’s hand, oozing dribbles of pre-cum just as much as his own was.


He imagined his cool fingers as larger and warm, taking his time at wrapping them fully around his shaft. “Luv th’ way your eyes weigh on me, pet… can feel ya lookin’ at me even when ya pretend not ta… ‘s like a hot, heavy blanket pressin’ down on me…” Spike moaned deeply, fully aware of the effect it would have on the other man. “Can feel ya, luv… all over me…”

A brightly red tongue slid out to lick suddenly dry lips as Xander’s hand moved a bit more forcefully on his cock, sliding over thick, needy flesh with less than demanding pressure. “Gonna drown you in me, baby,” he murmured darkly, eyes flicking up and down the perfect form displayed for him, unable to choose just one area to focus on. “Fuck, Spike… so perfect…”

“Goin’ ta be perfect, luv, when ya come over here an’… b-bloody hell, Xan, th’ way you’re lookin’ at me…” Spike groaned again, his true face sliding out as his free hand reached for the tube a few feet away. “Goin’ ta get myself ready for ya, pet… fix me up so ya can slip right in… so ya can bury yourself deep an’ full… want ta feel ya, luv… feel those heavy, luvly balls of yours slappin’ against my ass…”

“J-jessusssss fuck…” he hissed, eyes locked now on his vampire’s golden stare, and whoever said vamps were cold had obviously never seen his vampire with that look in his eyes. “D-do it, Spike… please, baby… let me sssssee…” His fingers slid down, clamping hard around the base of his shaft as that tube was opened quickly, the small sound of viscous gel making his heart pound even harder. “Fuck,” he whispered again as the covered fingers slid down past that wonderful sac and…

He’d let go of his cock simply because he didn’t have three hands and he needed one to pull his knee nearly to his chest while the other… Spike growled softly, rocking against the carpet as he pressed two fingers deep into his anus. The small and momentary pain didn’t bother him at all; hell, it just made this even better because he knew his Xan could smell it, sense it… whatever it was Primals—or his Primal, anyway—did. He shifted a bit more, his other leg moving across long, plush shag carpeting as he opened himself wider.

“Bloody f-fuckin’ hell, Xan… can already f-feel ya… splittin’ me open with that amazin’ cock… makin’ me howl for ya, pet… know how much ya like it when I howl, don’t I? Makes ya shiver an’ growl for me, yah…?” His eyes glittered wildly as he pressed another finger in to join the first two, carefully avoiding his prostate. “Not goin’ ta touch there, mate… waitin’ for ya ta d-do that when ya push inta me, luv… nothin’ like th’ f-feelin’ of ya piercin’ me, slidin’ deep, fillin’ me up with your heat an’ passion… yah, luv… goin’ ta burst th’ second ya slam inta me… w-won’t be able ta h-h-help it…”

And Jesus Christ! How was he supposed to resist that voice, those words?

‘Ourssss… take ourssss now… want… need ours…’

‘Yessssssss… now.’ Xander answered the hyena’s whimpering demand as his body slid from the chair to the floor, gazing fixedly at wide golden eyes as he crawled across the carpeting, nostrils flaring at the intensified thick, rich scent that was specific only to Spike. “You have no idea of how good you smell, baby,” he rumbled, head dipping slightly to sniff along the leg on the carpet. “I smelled you,” he added wantonly, “before I ever saw you at the Lodge… didn’t know it was you, but I knew… I wanted to find that scent… again…”

Spike gasped loudly as the desirous inhaling continued up his thigh to his groin, his fingers never stilling as he spread them, twisted them, stretching himself just enough to let his Xan in without a fight. “Y-ya did f-find it, pet… found me, didn’t ya…”

A low, deep chuckle as he nuzzled the already tense sac lightly before raising his head and giving his love a wicked smirk. “Found ‘Will’, anyway… and he was so fucking hot, baby… and he was you.” He crawled slowly over the slightly smaller man, hair hanging down around their faces as he stared hard into wide eyes from only inches away. “And once you came to me in Paris, Spike, I was worried. I thought maybe it wasn’t just you but your clan… but when I saw Deadboy, baby…? I was sure. It is just you… and my beast knew it way before I did.”

He found himself swallowing hard as he was held motionless by the sly, frankly sexual gaze. “S-smart hyena ya got th-there, luv…” was all he could manage to say, his body shuddering roughly to be possessed, demon and soul both ready to beg. “X-xan… luv…”

And he was smirking again; he could tell he was smirking, even as his eyes narrowed, flashing green brightly enough to reflect from the brilliant amber of his vampire’s. “Hand, baby. Move it, okay…? Gonna have you now. Need to have you now, Spike… to be in you, loving you…”

A small, deep grunt as he felt still-slick fingers wrapping around him, guiding his seeping tip to the perfect sheath it wanted… and another, louder grunt as he pressed forward slowly, so slowly he thought he might die of it, if he could. “G-god, baby… I… I do, you kn-know… L-love you… Jesus, Spike… Love you, baby…” And unlike every other time he’d said those words before, there was no sense of panic, no feeling of dread… no worry that he’d just laid himself bare to someone who would destroy him. So he pushed himself deeper, gently shoring up against his love’s ass, cock wrapped tightly, fully, perfectly within Spike’s body, and… he said it again. “Love you, Spike… more than I ever thought I c-could… love… anyone…”

Fuck, and wasn’t that enough to have him wanting to cry like a wee bloody chit? Lucky for him he was wearing his real face because the demon would never let him do something so sodding unmanly… not even with his bloke’s cock up his bum. “Luv ya too, pet,” he growled, legs shifting higher around the bloody well hot body covering him as he arched against the floor, rocking around the thick shaft still motionless inside him. “Luved ya from th’ moment I… found ya again, Xan… bloody fuckin’ hell, luved ya as ‘Alex’ when I wasn’t hatin’ ya for not bein’ ya… an’ if ya don’t bloody move, I’m goin’ ta have ta hurt ya, mate…”

Xander chuckled, pressing his lips to Spike’s, tongue driving carelessly between sharp, jagged teeth as he tried to crawl as deep into the cool mouth as he could. “Your wish, baby,” he murmured wickedly after pulling back for a moment, “is my wish…” He lips closed over his vampire’s again as he forced his arms under the strong length of flexing spine, his knees drawing up behind Spike’s ass. Then he moved, lurching up from the floor and settling back on his knees, pulling Spike up with him and smirking into suddenly surprised eyes. “Is th-this what you h-had in m-mind, love?”

And how his Xan had that sort of strength even with the animal spirit was beyond him, but somehow Spike didn’t care. All that mattered, the only thing that mattered in the moment was… he was riding his love, held against that broad, warm chest, the long, thick shaft feeling deeper than it had even during take-off on the plane and… “B-bloody hell… s-so deep, luv…”

“Y-yeah… f-fuck, Spike… why haven’t we d-done this be-f-fore…?” he somehow said, arms loosening as hands gripped tightly on silken-skin-covered muscles. “N-need… God, baby… yesssssss…”

It took him a moment to find his balance, legs releasing his Xander’s ribs to spread widely around the younger man. Then the soles of his feet found the carpet and he leaned back into the big hands beside his spine, muscles flexing as he pushed off against the floor, gasping as the motion lifted him a few inches, the hardness within him scraping against that perfect spot inside his body. “B-bloody… not goin’… ta last, luv,” he whimpered, sliding to flush again quickly.

“Fuck… c-cum, Spike… gonna cum w-with you… already s-so… good… b-baby…” And if it had been anyone other than Spike, Xander would have been bright red at his own lack of stamina. Then again, if it had been someone else riding his cock this way, he wouldn’t have been so… ready. “G-god… fuck yes… S-Spike…” His hands held tighter, pulling the toned chest against his own as he lifted slightly on his heels, pressing up into the struggling, barely bucking body as he nipped at the arching neck, finally giving in to what he truly wanted and biting down hard, carefully not breaking skin.

“Xander!” the vampire howled, rocking hard on the throbbing shaft, whimpering and nearly sobbing as it slammed against the swollen nub within him, one hand grabbing roughly at longish brown hair, holding the forceful teeth against his neck. “H-harder, luv… please pet, please Xan, harder, luv… want ta feel ya… harder!”

‘Yessssss…,’ the hyena growled happily, ‘Tassste ours… MARK ourssss… love him…’

It was a good thing, Xander would realize later, that he was so much in agreement with his beast. In the moment, though, he wasn’t thinking that clearly and when his love begged, he had no choice but to give in.

Reddened, excited lips pulled back from even white teeth and he released the pale, fragrant flesh for just a moment before shifting lower and driving in, biting deep, biting hard, piercing flesh, drawing blood, tasting the truth of the scent he knew so well as he rammed himself up roughly into the grasping anus surrounding his shaft, spasming wildly, wickedly, uncontrollably as the fullness of Spike’s flavor combined with the incredible sensation of being so deep in him and he exploded, burst, died a little and was reborn in light and bliss and felt those jagged, adored teeth driving deep into his neck.

His own orgasm was much louder than his Xander’s at first, sharp stuttering cries flying from his lips as his cock spurted almost violently between their bodies. Then it was much quieter, sounds muffled against hot, salty-sweet skin, as he drank his love in, filled completely with the sensation of heat flowing into him from either end and melding, swirling, joining in his soul.

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(A/N: SO sorry for the wait on posting this part! RL has been an enormous pain in the ass, as well as other locations. But here this part finally is.

MANY THANKS to TheShadowCat, E, dmalfoy, chibifae & sj for the reviews... LOVE it that you guys are enjoying this!

Side-note... this week is HELL busy at the restaurant so I'm not PROMISING an update before Monday coming but I'll TRY.

Sorry again for the almost 3 weeks since the last part, but I think you guys know that's NOT usual for me! *hugs all readers-- even those who haven't taken the time to review*)