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Part 27
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Part 27
“He’s watchin’, pet,” the vampire murmured softly into his Primal’s ear, barely loud enough to be heard through the music blaring around them. “Care ta give him a bit of a show?”
Xander couldn’t help the wicked little smile that curled his lips and didn’t even try. He just let his arms wrap tighter around the cool, somewhat slender form of the slightly shorter man and rumbled against his chest. “Mmmm… see, baby, I like the way you think. It’s always fun to make Deadboy cringe.”
Hips ground wildly against the brunette’s groin and Spike smirked. “Serve him right for invitin’ himself along, wouldn’t ya say, Xan?”
Large, warm hands slid slowly up the blond’s long spine, then back down to grasp hard at toned, rounded buttocks and Xander chuckled. “I’m not sure he really trusts me, Spike… probably wants to be sure I don’t kidnap you or something.” He dipped his head a few inches, lips finding the raised red scar from a few nights earlier, teeth scraping the skin almost gently. “Have to admit, baby,” he whispered, eyes shimmering just a bit with the animal intent inside him, “if he doesn’t stop following us around, I might have to kidnap you. Want you, Spike, not your damned Sire.”
A groaning chuckle worked its way past his lips and Spike leaned hard into the nipping teeth and sliding tongue. “He’s a bloody… interfering… git… bloody hell, luv, do that again…”
* * * * *
Angel frowned, slinging back the glass of whiskey in his hand and coughing just a bit as the cool liquor burned a gasping trail of fire down to his belly. He’d thought Spike and Harris had looked good together in his office that day nearly a week earlier, but… now they were… and people were… and damn it, Spike was his Childe and how dare he be keeping Harris all to himself and…
‘Shut UP, Angelus,’ he growled silently, fingers clenching roughly around the tumbler in his hand, ‘I do not want Harris!’ He growled again at the amused snort he felt the demon release.
He really didn’t want Spike’s… whatever. Not his Claimed, apparently, because Harris still didn’t have a scar to show… ‘or not where you can see it, boy,’ Angelus whispered wickedly.
‘Stop it! I know you want the boy, but that doesn’t mean you can taunt me with your… weird obsessions, damn it!’
Another silent snort within his mind. ‘He’s not a boy anymore, soul-y… and if you think I’m taunting it just means you’re lying to yourself. You want Harris just as much as I do. You’re just too chicken shit to admit it.’
* * * * *
It was the quiet, wicked whispers that really had him moaning, but then again, his Xan could make him moan just by looking at him, Spike admitted silently, one arm lifting to curl behind his head, resting at the nape of the brunette’s neck under the longish, silky hair. “Yah…?” he mumbled, his eyes half closed as he rocked in time with the strong, hot body behind him.
“Fuck yeah, love… get you back to your place, suck that pretty cock of yours… love how hard you always are for me, Spike…” His lips brushed gently against the curve of his vampire’s ear and Xander slid a hand across the t-shirt-covered chest, fingers stroking one tight nipple for just a moment before sliding down, his palm covering and cupping the straining bulge in the tight black jeans. “Gonna bend over the desk, baby… wait for you to fuck me so good. Need that tonight, Spike… need to feel you in me-- so hard, love… so deep…”
“Bloody hell… goin’ ta be so deep, pet… goin’ ta slam inta ya ‘til ya beg me ta stop…” his free hand slipped behind him, behind Xan, palm pressing hard at the base of the darker man’s spine, his own hips moving slowly back and forth, back and forth between the thick, hard shaft pressing against his ass and the hot, curved hand at his groin. “Fuck, Xan… goin’ ta have me dancin’ with a soddin’ wet spot, aren’t ya, luv?”
A dark, pleased chuckle left his lips and the brunette smirked at the shiver it earned him from his mate. “At least you’re wearing black, baby… besides, I love the way you smell when you cum for me… and it’d really piss Deadboy off, hmmm?” His fingers stroked the pulsing bulge again, even as his lips moved down the long, sleek neck, nibbling again at the new scar.
He could feel his face shifting just a bit but Spike didn’t care. Angel’s eyes on them, the weight of the gaze feeling so covetous… knowing his bloke would never let the great prat touch either of them… those teeth, those lips, that tongue on his skin, the fingers teasing him so skillfully… “Fuck, luv, don’t care if’n soddin’ Angel’s barkin’ over it… just want ya, pet… take ya home an’…” He groaned, neck arching back and to the side, begging for more contact.
“Take me there,” Xander murmured against the salty-sweet skin, still flexing his palm over his vampire’s groin, his other hand roaming the toned, hard chest at will, “Rip these clothes off of me, baby… bend me over… anything at all.” He snarled softly, tongue lapping a long line up to Spike’s ear again. “Drive deep and hard into me, love… already slick for you, Spike… been all slick and ready since before we left… God, Spike, I’ve been waiting all day while you were off with Deadboy… got myself so hot while I was stretching my hole for you, working the lube into my ass… Shit, if we don’t go soon, this fucking cock ring is gonna do me some permanent damage, but it’s worth it, baby… worth it to have you…”
And that was beyond enough. Demon and soul agreed on that much. Just knowing that his bloke was not only hard but restrained and all lubed up for him was… “Right, then,” Spike growled, turning quickly in the strong arms. “You’re comin’ with me.” Fingers found belt loops, and suddenly he was dragging his Primal across the small dance floor towards the men’s room. “Goin’ ta do ya so good when we get home, Xan, but… can’t wait that long. Need ta… take th’ edge off, don’t I?”
‘Oursss wantsssss…’ the hyena thought with a happy little wriggle in the back of Xander’s mind, ‘Oursss is dessssperate… for ussss…’
All the brunette could do was chuckle, because that had been the point, after all. And Spike was right, too. Neither of them could wait long enough to get back to the Wolfram and Hart building. Of course, the fact that he could feel Angel still watching them as they dashed quickly to the restroom and some much needed relief was just a bonus. The fucking shithead shouldn’t have invited himself along on their date, after all.
* * * * *
‘Bring him in,’ Angelus growled, ‘Make him ours, just like Spike is… we want him, soulboy. If we didn’t, you wouldn’t be throbbing in your pants, would you?’ The demon chuckled wickedly at the suddenly uncomfortable frown he could feel on their face. ‘All that darkness, all that willingness… you want it. I want it. We should have it, Angel. Admit it, you want to be in that bathroom as much as I do… you want to be in that hot, round ass, making Harris howl and scream your name while our Childe watches…’
‘Maybe. I… No! No, I don’t! I mean, it’s Xander Harris! He’s… NO! I do not want him! I just… don’t trust him!’ Yeah, that was it. He didn’t trust the man. Hell, with as much as Harris hated him, he wouldn’t be surprised if the guy tried to take Spike away and Angel would never allow that. Spike was his. Part of his clan, his Order. He was… ‘pretty much all we have left. Can’t lose him.’
The demon growled again, agreeing with that much. ‘Duh, you big, brooding fuck. That’s why we need to bring Harris in. He’ll be a good addition to our clan, soulboy. Dark enough to make me happy; not dark enough to make you any more annoying than you already are. Remember? And if we bring him in, Spike won’t be going anywhere. Ever. Our family will be safe.’
Angel frowned again and sighed as he raised his glass for another drink. ‘Maybe. But I don’t want him! I’m not… it’s not him that I’m… hard for.’ And if he could have blushed, he would have.
A loud snort echoed through his skull as Angelus smirked inside. ‘Sure it isn’t, Angel. I believe you. No, really. It’s not like I’m living in your head and know exactly what you’re really thinking, right? Fuck, Spike is right. You really do enjoy lying to yourself.’
The brooding vampire heaved a large sigh as the bartender refilled his glass, his eyes still locked on the men’s room door. Angelus couldn’t be right. He didn’t want Xander Harris. No matter how good the former human looked these days. ‘What the hell are they doing in there, anyway?’
Angelus chuckled and told him.
* * * * *
And his bloke hadn’t been kidding, Spike thought with a wild grin as he slammed himself roughly into the slippery hole. Hell, his cock was just sliding right in, shoring up balls-deep as he pressed his Xan against the wall. “S-spread wider, luv… n-need this, pet… s-so b-bloody tight, mate…”
He leaned harder against the cinder blocks, fingers flexing strongly enough to flake some of the chipped paint as he broadened his stance, his back arching as that thick, perfect shaft pierced him hard and fast. “God… Spike… y-yes, baby… just like that…” He snarled softly as the fingers on his hips gripped tighter, pulling him back still faster, harder, his vampire’s sac slapping wildly against his own. “Fuck, baby.. gonna cum… shit, Spike! Y-yesssss…!”
He could feel that blissful hole tightening rhythmically around him, feel the hot, tight body surrounding him and before him shuddering just a bit, and it was almost enough. “Goin’ ta… f-fill ya with me, luv… leave my scent all up inside ya… goin’ ta bite ya, pet… an’ hope th’ mark l-lasts l-long enough t-ta let everyone out th-there… s-see that you’re m-mine…” His hips moved faster still, pistoning harshly in and out, in and out, cock sliding roughly against that small nub inside his love. “Goin’ ta rub your cum inta my skin, pet… cover myself in ya…” He groaned, his balls drawing up hard and tight.
“S-spike… want that, baby… s-smell me all o-over you… fuck! I’m… shit, baby, gonna… now, baby, now-now-now…” He couldn’t hold back the howl, regardless of the fact that they were in a public restroom, and it only got louder as he felt the long, cool body covering his back, felt sharp, jagged teeth driving deep into the top of his shoulder where it joined his neck. His fingers scrabbled wildly at the wall, nails scraping more paint from it as his body tightened further, arched and bowed and pressed back, holding the suddenly spurting shaft deep inside him as his own cock was released and pulsed once, twice, then exploded in thick, violent spurts over the hand wrapping around it. “Ssssssspike…!”
“Xander!” he cried, although with his fangs buried deep inside his bloke’s heated skin the word was more or less unrecognizable. He thrust his slowly softening cock in and out a few more times, collecting each and every lessening splash of fluid from his love’s shaft in his palm while his other hand milked the bloke quickly. “Luv ya, Xan,” he groaned, finally pulling away from the spicy-night-open-air-sex-love flow of the brunette’s blood. “Luv ya, pet… bloody hell, luv ya…”
The happy rumbling built in his chest and Xander grinned as it echoed through his body. “Mmmm… same here, baby. And hey, I guess I can cross off ‘club bathroom’ on my list of places we’ve never fucked, huh?” He groaned softly as his vampire pulled away from him, leaving a sense of emptiness behind. “God, Spike… always so good.”
The vampire chuckled, slowly rubbing his Xan’s cum into his belly, his chest, his thighs. “Gettin’ better an’ better, luv… an’ I think ya need ta let me have a look at that list, yah? Might be able ta help with that.”
The hyena bounced giddily inside him, watching ‘theirs’ covering himself in their scent and Xander laughed, still a bit breathless as he reached out, pulling the blond roughly against him, his lips covering the paler ones as he took a long, slow, deep kiss, tongues tangling and tasting wantonly. “Ooops. Think I lost the list, baby… might have to start a new one, huh? You know, after we get ourselves dressed and back to your place.”
He purred against the hot, full lips, demanding another kiss as he slowly pulled the jeans up his thighs and tucked himself away. “Yah, luv… an’ after we deal with my bleedin’ Sire’s overwhelmin’ angst an’ embarrassment that we just did this here.” He winked and tugged his t-shirt back down, chuckling as it clung wetly to his spunk-dampened skin. “Leastwise th’ rest of th’ folk out there won’t have any doubt of which vamp ya belong ta, yah?”
Brown hair swayed, shining silkily in the harsh florescent lighting as Xander pulled pants and shirt from the top of the toilet tank and pulled them on. “Mmmm… or which vamp belongs to me. Same diff, baby.”
And as that was true enough, Spike didn’t bother arguing. Hell, he loved belonging to his Primal. Loved that his Xan wanted everyone to know, and… that was enough for the moment. Until they figured out how to make the bloke scar, anyway.
“Come on, pet… time ta face th’ music, hey? Or th’ incredibly disappointed look bloody Angel’s goin’ ta give us, anyway.”
Xander laughed, unlocking the restroom door and pulling Spike out into the club proper. “Hey, if he doesn’t like it, he can just not join us the next time we go out, baby. Because, honestly? I don’t much give a fuck if Deadboy’s disappointed in me. As long as you’re not, I’m fine.”
“Bloody hell,” Spike whispered, dragging his bloke around and staring into his green-tinged eyes from less than an inch away, “Ya have no idea of how bleedin’ amazin’ it is ta come first with someone. Especially when it’s th’ one I luv, Xan…”
“Actually, Spike,” the brunette whispered back, still stunned by the depths of emotion he could always see in Spike’s wide blue eyes, “I do… never letting this go, baby… not for anything.”
* * * * *
Angel groaned low and deep as he watched the two of them lose themselves in a slow, heated kiss. He could smell them from the bar, for God’s sake, and…
‘Told you, soulboy… and you do want Harris. Just as much as we still want Spike.’
And while he’d never admit it out loud, Angel was suddenly worried that his demon might be right.
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(A/N: MANY thanks to Lady Grey and TheShadow Cat (and I'm gonna have to start referring to you as TSC just to save time. LOL) for the reviews on the last part.
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Part 27
“He’s watchin’, pet,” the vampire murmured softly into his Primal’s ear, barely loud enough to be heard through the music blaring around them. “Care ta give him a bit of a show?”
Xander couldn’t help the wicked little smile that curled his lips and didn’t even try. He just let his arms wrap tighter around the cool, somewhat slender form of the slightly shorter man and rumbled against his chest. “Mmmm… see, baby, I like the way you think. It’s always fun to make Deadboy cringe.”
Hips ground wildly against the brunette’s groin and Spike smirked. “Serve him right for invitin’ himself along, wouldn’t ya say, Xan?”
Large, warm hands slid slowly up the blond’s long spine, then back down to grasp hard at toned, rounded buttocks and Xander chuckled. “I’m not sure he really trusts me, Spike… probably wants to be sure I don’t kidnap you or something.” He dipped his head a few inches, lips finding the raised red scar from a few nights earlier, teeth scraping the skin almost gently. “Have to admit, baby,” he whispered, eyes shimmering just a bit with the animal intent inside him, “if he doesn’t stop following us around, I might have to kidnap you. Want you, Spike, not your damned Sire.”
A groaning chuckle worked its way past his lips and Spike leaned hard into the nipping teeth and sliding tongue. “He’s a bloody… interfering… git… bloody hell, luv, do that again…”
* * * * *
Angel frowned, slinging back the glass of whiskey in his hand and coughing just a bit as the cool liquor burned a gasping trail of fire down to his belly. He’d thought Spike and Harris had looked good together in his office that day nearly a week earlier, but… now they were… and people were… and damn it, Spike was his Childe and how dare he be keeping Harris all to himself and…
‘Shut UP, Angelus,’ he growled silently, fingers clenching roughly around the tumbler in his hand, ‘I do not want Harris!’ He growled again at the amused snort he felt the demon release.
He really didn’t want Spike’s… whatever. Not his Claimed, apparently, because Harris still didn’t have a scar to show… ‘or not where you can see it, boy,’ Angelus whispered wickedly.
‘Stop it! I know you want the boy, but that doesn’t mean you can taunt me with your… weird obsessions, damn it!’
Another silent snort within his mind. ‘He’s not a boy anymore, soul-y… and if you think I’m taunting it just means you’re lying to yourself. You want Harris just as much as I do. You’re just too chicken shit to admit it.’
* * * * *
It was the quiet, wicked whispers that really had him moaning, but then again, his Xan could make him moan just by looking at him, Spike admitted silently, one arm lifting to curl behind his head, resting at the nape of the brunette’s neck under the longish, silky hair. “Yah…?” he mumbled, his eyes half closed as he rocked in time with the strong, hot body behind him.
“Fuck yeah, love… get you back to your place, suck that pretty cock of yours… love how hard you always are for me, Spike…” His lips brushed gently against the curve of his vampire’s ear and Xander slid a hand across the t-shirt-covered chest, fingers stroking one tight nipple for just a moment before sliding down, his palm covering and cupping the straining bulge in the tight black jeans. “Gonna bend over the desk, baby… wait for you to fuck me so good. Need that tonight, Spike… need to feel you in me-- so hard, love… so deep…”
“Bloody hell… goin’ ta be so deep, pet… goin’ ta slam inta ya ‘til ya beg me ta stop…” his free hand slipped behind him, behind Xan, palm pressing hard at the base of the darker man’s spine, his own hips moving slowly back and forth, back and forth between the thick, hard shaft pressing against his ass and the hot, curved hand at his groin. “Fuck, Xan… goin’ ta have me dancin’ with a soddin’ wet spot, aren’t ya, luv?”
A dark, pleased chuckle left his lips and the brunette smirked at the shiver it earned him from his mate. “At least you’re wearing black, baby… besides, I love the way you smell when you cum for me… and it’d really piss Deadboy off, hmmm?” His fingers stroked the pulsing bulge again, even as his lips moved down the long, sleek neck, nibbling again at the new scar.
He could feel his face shifting just a bit but Spike didn’t care. Angel’s eyes on them, the weight of the gaze feeling so covetous… knowing his bloke would never let the great prat touch either of them… those teeth, those lips, that tongue on his skin, the fingers teasing him so skillfully… “Fuck, luv, don’t care if’n soddin’ Angel’s barkin’ over it… just want ya, pet… take ya home an’…” He groaned, neck arching back and to the side, begging for more contact.
“Take me there,” Xander murmured against the salty-sweet skin, still flexing his palm over his vampire’s groin, his other hand roaming the toned, hard chest at will, “Rip these clothes off of me, baby… bend me over… anything at all.” He snarled softly, tongue lapping a long line up to Spike’s ear again. “Drive deep and hard into me, love… already slick for you, Spike… been all slick and ready since before we left… God, Spike, I’ve been waiting all day while you were off with Deadboy… got myself so hot while I was stretching my hole for you, working the lube into my ass… Shit, if we don’t go soon, this fucking cock ring is gonna do me some permanent damage, but it’s worth it, baby… worth it to have you…”
And that was beyond enough. Demon and soul agreed on that much. Just knowing that his bloke was not only hard but restrained and all lubed up for him was… “Right, then,” Spike growled, turning quickly in the strong arms. “You’re comin’ with me.” Fingers found belt loops, and suddenly he was dragging his Primal across the small dance floor towards the men’s room. “Goin’ ta do ya so good when we get home, Xan, but… can’t wait that long. Need ta… take th’ edge off, don’t I?”
‘Oursss wantsssss…’ the hyena thought with a happy little wriggle in the back of Xander’s mind, ‘Oursss is dessssperate… for ussss…’
All the brunette could do was chuckle, because that had been the point, after all. And Spike was right, too. Neither of them could wait long enough to get back to the Wolfram and Hart building. Of course, the fact that he could feel Angel still watching them as they dashed quickly to the restroom and some much needed relief was just a bonus. The fucking shithead shouldn’t have invited himself along on their date, after all.
* * * * *
‘Bring him in,’ Angelus growled, ‘Make him ours, just like Spike is… we want him, soulboy. If we didn’t, you wouldn’t be throbbing in your pants, would you?’ The demon chuckled wickedly at the suddenly uncomfortable frown he could feel on their face. ‘All that darkness, all that willingness… you want it. I want it. We should have it, Angel. Admit it, you want to be in that bathroom as much as I do… you want to be in that hot, round ass, making Harris howl and scream your name while our Childe watches…’
‘Maybe. I… No! No, I don’t! I mean, it’s Xander Harris! He’s… NO! I do not want him! I just… don’t trust him!’ Yeah, that was it. He didn’t trust the man. Hell, with as much as Harris hated him, he wouldn’t be surprised if the guy tried to take Spike away and Angel would never allow that. Spike was his. Part of his clan, his Order. He was… ‘pretty much all we have left. Can’t lose him.’
The demon growled again, agreeing with that much. ‘Duh, you big, brooding fuck. That’s why we need to bring Harris in. He’ll be a good addition to our clan, soulboy. Dark enough to make me happy; not dark enough to make you any more annoying than you already are. Remember? And if we bring him in, Spike won’t be going anywhere. Ever. Our family will be safe.’
Angel frowned again and sighed as he raised his glass for another drink. ‘Maybe. But I don’t want him! I’m not… it’s not him that I’m… hard for.’ And if he could have blushed, he would have.
A loud snort echoed through his skull as Angelus smirked inside. ‘Sure it isn’t, Angel. I believe you. No, really. It’s not like I’m living in your head and know exactly what you’re really thinking, right? Fuck, Spike is right. You really do enjoy lying to yourself.’
The brooding vampire heaved a large sigh as the bartender refilled his glass, his eyes still locked on the men’s room door. Angelus couldn’t be right. He didn’t want Xander Harris. No matter how good the former human looked these days. ‘What the hell are they doing in there, anyway?’
Angelus chuckled and told him.
* * * * *
And his bloke hadn’t been kidding, Spike thought with a wild grin as he slammed himself roughly into the slippery hole. Hell, his cock was just sliding right in, shoring up balls-deep as he pressed his Xan against the wall. “S-spread wider, luv… n-need this, pet… s-so b-bloody tight, mate…”
He leaned harder against the cinder blocks, fingers flexing strongly enough to flake some of the chipped paint as he broadened his stance, his back arching as that thick, perfect shaft pierced him hard and fast. “God… Spike… y-yes, baby… just like that…” He snarled softly as the fingers on his hips gripped tighter, pulling him back still faster, harder, his vampire’s sac slapping wildly against his own. “Fuck, baby.. gonna cum… shit, Spike! Y-yesssss…!”
He could feel that blissful hole tightening rhythmically around him, feel the hot, tight body surrounding him and before him shuddering just a bit, and it was almost enough. “Goin’ ta… f-fill ya with me, luv… leave my scent all up inside ya… goin’ ta bite ya, pet… an’ hope th’ mark l-lasts l-long enough t-ta let everyone out th-there… s-see that you’re m-mine…” His hips moved faster still, pistoning harshly in and out, in and out, cock sliding roughly against that small nub inside his love. “Goin’ ta rub your cum inta my skin, pet… cover myself in ya…” He groaned, his balls drawing up hard and tight.
“S-spike… want that, baby… s-smell me all o-over you… fuck! I’m… shit, baby, gonna… now, baby, now-now-now…” He couldn’t hold back the howl, regardless of the fact that they were in a public restroom, and it only got louder as he felt the long, cool body covering his back, felt sharp, jagged teeth driving deep into the top of his shoulder where it joined his neck. His fingers scrabbled wildly at the wall, nails scraping more paint from it as his body tightened further, arched and bowed and pressed back, holding the suddenly spurting shaft deep inside him as his own cock was released and pulsed once, twice, then exploded in thick, violent spurts over the hand wrapping around it. “Ssssssspike…!”
“Xander!” he cried, although with his fangs buried deep inside his bloke’s heated skin the word was more or less unrecognizable. He thrust his slowly softening cock in and out a few more times, collecting each and every lessening splash of fluid from his love’s shaft in his palm while his other hand milked the bloke quickly. “Luv ya, Xan,” he groaned, finally pulling away from the spicy-night-open-air-sex-love flow of the brunette’s blood. “Luv ya, pet… bloody hell, luv ya…”
The happy rumbling built in his chest and Xander grinned as it echoed through his body. “Mmmm… same here, baby. And hey, I guess I can cross off ‘club bathroom’ on my list of places we’ve never fucked, huh?” He groaned softly as his vampire pulled away from him, leaving a sense of emptiness behind. “God, Spike… always so good.”
The vampire chuckled, slowly rubbing his Xan’s cum into his belly, his chest, his thighs. “Gettin’ better an’ better, luv… an’ I think ya need ta let me have a look at that list, yah? Might be able ta help with that.”
The hyena bounced giddily inside him, watching ‘theirs’ covering himself in their scent and Xander laughed, still a bit breathless as he reached out, pulling the blond roughly against him, his lips covering the paler ones as he took a long, slow, deep kiss, tongues tangling and tasting wantonly. “Ooops. Think I lost the list, baby… might have to start a new one, huh? You know, after we get ourselves dressed and back to your place.”
He purred against the hot, full lips, demanding another kiss as he slowly pulled the jeans up his thighs and tucked himself away. “Yah, luv… an’ after we deal with my bleedin’ Sire’s overwhelmin’ angst an’ embarrassment that we just did this here.” He winked and tugged his t-shirt back down, chuckling as it clung wetly to his spunk-dampened skin. “Leastwise th’ rest of th’ folk out there won’t have any doubt of which vamp ya belong ta, yah?”
Brown hair swayed, shining silkily in the harsh florescent lighting as Xander pulled pants and shirt from the top of the toilet tank and pulled them on. “Mmmm… or which vamp belongs to me. Same diff, baby.”
And as that was true enough, Spike didn’t bother arguing. Hell, he loved belonging to his Primal. Loved that his Xan wanted everyone to know, and… that was enough for the moment. Until they figured out how to make the bloke scar, anyway.
“Come on, pet… time ta face th’ music, hey? Or th’ incredibly disappointed look bloody Angel’s goin’ ta give us, anyway.”
Xander laughed, unlocking the restroom door and pulling Spike out into the club proper. “Hey, if he doesn’t like it, he can just not join us the next time we go out, baby. Because, honestly? I don’t much give a fuck if Deadboy’s disappointed in me. As long as you’re not, I’m fine.”
“Bloody hell,” Spike whispered, dragging his bloke around and staring into his green-tinged eyes from less than an inch away, “Ya have no idea of how bleedin’ amazin’ it is ta come first with someone. Especially when it’s th’ one I luv, Xan…”
“Actually, Spike,” the brunette whispered back, still stunned by the depths of emotion he could always see in Spike’s wide blue eyes, “I do… never letting this go, baby… not for anything.”
* * * * *
Angel groaned low and deep as he watched the two of them lose themselves in a slow, heated kiss. He could smell them from the bar, for God’s sake, and…
‘Told you, soulboy… and you do want Harris. Just as much as we still want Spike.’
And while he’d never admit it out loud, Angel was suddenly worried that his demon might be right.
* * * * *
(A/N: MANY thanks to Lady Grey and TheShadow Cat (and I'm gonna have to start referring to you as TSC just to save time. LOL) for the reviews on the last part.
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Thanks SO much! Um, hope you liked this part, as well.)