Old Enemies... (S/X)

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Part 27

“G-gods…” Harris whimpered, his hands gripping wildly at the tense, toned spine of the man who was sucking his neck. “How… how could I ever forget… this… you…?”

Spike smirked, his tongue tracing small, rapid circles over salty skin. “Don’t know, luv,” he whispered, rocking his hard shaft against his love’s. “Guess we just need ta make some new memories, ‘ey…?” He pulled back slightly to meet the hot brown eye with twin blue ones. “Let’s do that, Xan,” he almost begged. “Let’s make some new memories an’ pick up where we left off…”

The fact that this Spike, Will, whatever, knew about his scar was telling, he figured. So was the fact that he called him Xander. Part of him didn’t understand how it was possible that they’d known each other before, but the majority of him… Oh, the majority was shouting at him to give in. To take what he was being offered and revel in it, relish it, swim in it and let it pull him down into bliss and up into nirvana.

For once, Harris was going to listen.

“Gods,” he gasped, unable to catch his breath, “I… where are you staying?” As much as he wanted this, he couldn’t bring the man back to the Watcher House… he wasn’t sure of why, but he just couldn’t. His hips rocked slightly, meeting the other man’s slow thrusts and he moaned.

Spike found himself caught between smiling that his beloved wanted to be with him, even without his memories… and frowning that he hadn’t gotten a room yet. Then again, he’d been hunting his claimed ever since they’d reached land.

“Anywhere you like, luv,” he murmured, leaning in to lick slowly over that soft bit of neck again, “Though I’m partial to th’ Westbury Mayfair…”

Harris groaned again as the man’s tongue stroked him. “Y-yeah… th-that’s fine…” He forced himself to step back, shivering at the need to move closer again immediately. “I should… R-robert…”

The blond chuckled. “Not ta worry, luv… your El’s probably explainin’ things ta him right now. He’ll be fine.”

“I… yeah,” Harris found himself sighing wantonly. He’d never reacted this way to ANYONE. Not ever. But somehow… he just couldn’t help himself. And maybe the blond was right. Maybe they really HAD been… something… to each other once. Maybe ELLIOT was right. If he’d hit his head hard enough, he might not remember doing it in the first place.

“S-so… are we… g-going…?” he asked, hoping the answer would be yes.

Spike smiled and raised one hand, letting out a piercing whistle at the taxis driving past. “Definitely, luv… can hardly wait ta taste you… feel you wrapped around me, your cock drippin’ on your belly while I slip in, all slow an’ sure…”

Harris shivered again, the tone of voice alone dragging his cock even farther towards full mast. “Jesus fuck…” he groaned needily.

“Not him,” Spike purred, “But th’ rest of it? I can work with that, luv.”

He pulled his beloved from the curb and opened the door of the waiting taxi, ushering him in. “Westbury Mayfair, mate… an’ step on it!” he snapped at the driver before returning his lips to the side of his Xan’s neck.

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“Wait,” Robert said suddenly. “Trevor’s here. TREVOR. Tall, dark, sexy Trevor?” He couldn’t keep the grin from his face OR his voice.

Elliot chuckled. “Down, boy! Trevor’s MINE. Or he is for now, anyway. But yes, he’s at the Watcher House.” He sighed softly. “Not sure I really understand about you guys. Then again, I only found out about vampires earlier today.” He shrugged.

Robert frowned. “Wait a minute. You’ve been friends with Harrison Alexander for how long and you just found out about vampires?”

The older man sighed deeply. “Well, yeah. It’s not like I grew up on a Hellmouth, right? I always figured Harris’s books were just that. Books. Stories. And you know how popular supernatural stuff has gotten lately. I guess I was… impressed with his creativity. Making high school and college into demon tales? Seemed like a metaphor for life, y’know?”

The younger blond nodded slowly, sipping at his cocktail. He gave the other man an appraising stare. “You seem to be handling it quite well,” he admitted. “I doubt that I could do it so gracefully.”

Elliot smiled. “Well, I’m under pressure. I’ll probably have a screaming hissy fit later, but I just don’t have the time right now. I’m too worried about what’s wrong with Harris.”

Robert nodded. “I don’t blame you. If what you’ve told me is true, then… somebody has obviously altered his memories.” He frowned suddenly. “And since the Maiden-Crone is at the house… Bloody Hell. She never COULD say no to the Slayer. It’s like the Slayer has some sort of HOLD over the Queen Witch.” He sighed.

“So… this is something Bunny did?” He blushed. “I mean Buffy.”

“More like it’s something WILLOW did, but I’m sure Buffy talked her into it. That woman has some sort of power over her.”

Elliot frowned. “It’s a power that needs to be dealt with, then. I don’t know much about witches, but…if she could change Harris’s memories, she needs to NOT be under anyone’s control but her own. Uh, assuming she’s a good person to begin with.”

“Oh, she IS!” Robert exclaimed, nodding repeatedly. “The Maiden-Crone is a wonderful woman! I just wish she could find a wife to make her happy.” He sighed. “If anyone deserves a bit of happiness, it’s her.”

As he finished his margarita, Elliot smiled slightly at the young blond. “So. I’m sorry all of this interrupted your evening with Harris. I… understand the appeal.” He nodded.

Robert blushed brightly. “It’s not because he’s famous!” he said defensively. “He’s just so…” he blushed more.

Elliot chuckled. “I know. We were an item for a while. Me and Harris, I mean. He’s really… intense. There’s something about him that just… makes you want him.”

The younger man nodded, still blushing. “It’s like… when he looks at you, you’re all he sees. It’s… exciting… and flattering, really.”

He didn’t know why he did it, but he leaned in, kissing Robert slowly and deeply. One hand found the small of the other man’s back, pulling him flush against his body. Elliot moaned softly at the way the tongue his own was tangling with was writhing wickedly. “Christ,” he murmured, pulling away from the soft lips, “Wonder how Trevor’d feel about a threesome…”

Robert stared at the older man, stunned by the kiss. “I… think maybe we should find out… unless that was a rhetorical question, of course, and if it was then never mind.”

Elliot laughed and shook his head. “Actually, I’m not sure yet of how much I mean it, but… the idea has some definite possibilities. Drink?” he added, gesturing with his empty glass.

“Drink,” Robert agreed, tossing back the last of his cocktail.