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Part 29
A/N: Okay, I have a very clear memory of having posted part 28 before but it seemed to disappear, along with 6 reviews for that chapter. So I have RE-posted part 28 and here's part 29.
Unfortunately, I have NO idea of who all reviewed 28 when I first posted it on December 3, so I'm sorry, guys, for not naming you personally at the end of this one. Please KNOW that I really did and do appreciate that you took the time, and I have zero clue as to what happened. :(
And now, on with it.
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Part 29
“Nothing,” Angel sighed, closing yet another useless book.
He’d been searching for days, it seemed, and while he’d found out some very interesting facts about accepting both vampires and humans into an Order, there wasn’t anything at all about other sorts of demons or Primals. Then again, considering the way most demons viewed vampires, maybe that made sense. Of course, that really didn’t help him with the Harris situation.
‘Treat him like a vampire,’ Angelus demanded. ‘He’s strong enough, immortal from what he says… close enough, soulboy. Hell, he’s a Primal… or something like it… whatever. He can handle it.’
It was the smug and pleased feeling he sensed from his demon that had Angel frowning.
On the one hand, it wasn’t really a bad idea. If Harris was as unique for his kind as he seemed, then even if there were rituals in place for Primals, they might not work. On the other hand, though…
The overhanging brow furrowed deeply as large fingers opened one of the books again, flipping pages quickly. He’d thought so, he growled.
‘Go to Hell, Angelus. Accept him as a vampire? You just want to fuck the boy.’
A purely silent snarl echoed in his head. ‘We both do, you pissy little bitch. Besides, it’s the only way, right? This way, we all get what we want. Or do you have a better idea?’
Sadly, he didn’t. Unfortunately, he was also pretty damned sure that Spike wouldn’t be on board with the notion. His Childe was a possessive sort, especially when he was in love. And Spike was definitely in love with Harris, Angel admitted silently.
‘No,’ he finally answered to the smug feeling at the back of his mind, ‘But I’m going to find one.’
* * * * *
Fran stood in the doorway of Giles’ office, her head cocked to the side as she watched his exhausted attempts at research. “Have you been at that all night?” she asked softly, waiting for his bleary eyes to focus on her before stepping into the room and strolling quickly to the table.
“I… no, of course not,” the tired man muttered, squinting slightly as he looked up at her, “And what are you doing up and about at…” He looked at his watch and frowned. “My word. I… I suppose I have been up all night, haven’t I? I must have… lost track of the time.”
“You seem to have done,” the dark-haired Slayer said with a laugh. “Sarah’s making you a fresh pot of tea and something to eat, by the way.” She grinned and threw herself into the chair beside him, eyes skimming the open book in front of him quickly. “So, what’s the emergency, Giles? And why are you researching the feeding habits of vampires?”
One hand rose, rubbing the bridge of his nose after placing his glasses carefully on the table before him. “It’s… complicated, Fran. And not precisely Watcher business. I would appreciate it if you…”
“Used discretion?” she finished for him with a curious arched brow, “I can do that, Giles, but… I think you know the rules by now.”
Giles found himself sighing helplessly. He did know the rules. Fran wouldn’t speak of what he was doing as long as she was allowed to know all about it.
The girl would have made an excellent Watcher, he knew, had she not been Chosen. It was something of a shame, really. Many of the new Slayers were less intelligent than the young Australian woman and for them, Slaying was exciting. But Fran… Fran found it almost boring, the physical aspects aside. She was always prodding and prying, trying to discover the why of things rather than just accepting what she was told to do. Still, she’d proven herself to be trustworthy on more than one occasion. I fact, Giles had a feeling that Fran held more secrets locked away in her mind than most people would ever believe existed behind her truly lovely and delicate features. Of course, ‘most people’ were rather stupid, he reminded himself.
“Fine,” he said grumpily after a moment, clearly giving in. “You remember Spike and Xander, don’t you?”
The young woman gave the older man the most offended look she could muster. “They’re the chimney sweeps, right?” Her eyes rolled. “Of course I remember Xander Harris—one of the original ‘Scooby Gang’ and the only human known to have survived the Demon Trials, although not as a human-- and William the Bloody, also known as Spike—Childe of Drusilla, trained by Angelus of the Order of Aurelius as Drusilla was rather too barmy to manage it. What of them?”
Fran found herself frowning deeply as the Head Watcher began to explain in very… obscure terms just what he knew.
“Bloody hell, Giles, you can say that they’re shagging. Believe me, I’m well aware of what two gents who kiss in public get up to in private. I caught my brother with some of his many, many boys at least a dozen times before I was even ten years old, and they were definitely past the kissing stage.” She grinned and tried not to laugh at the bright blush spreading across the Watcher’s face. “What I don’t understand, though, is why that’s an issue. You seemed fine with their… relationship… when they were here.”
And Giles found himself sighing again. “I was. I am, Fran. It isn’t the relationship in and of itself that worries me. It’s simply that… well, Spike said something in his last e-mail that has caused me great concern although that may simply be my own tendency to assume the worst, and there’s some question regarding Xander’s place with Angel’s clan…”
The girl nodded, more familiar than she wanted to be with Giles’ odd brand of pessimism. “Alright, then… spill, Giles. Maybe a fresh perspective will help.”
“It couldn’t possibly hurt,” he admitted quietly before telling her quickly about his worries for both the young man who was like a son to him and the vampire that same young man loved.
* * * * *
He hadn’t seen a sunrise in weeks, and oddly enough, Xander didn’t really have a problem with that. Not when missing the sun meant he could wake up like this, with Spike’s spine hard against his chest, the cooler form molded to him tightly.
Full lips curved at the corners as he held his vampire just a bit tighter, not wanting to wake him but needing that extra bit of closeness. It was all still so new when he thought about it, even if it did feel like he’d been with Spike forever.
But he would be, he reminded himself with a bigger smile. They had eternity, and while that wasn’t anything he’d expected, he found that he loved the idea just as much as he loved the blond in his arms.
Of course, he also loved the idea of being deep inside his love’s tight, perfect ass when the older man woke up, and seeing as Spike was still slick from the night before…
One hand slid down slowly, stroking a lightly haired thigh. Fingers cupped under one bent knee, lifting that leg gently as he shifted slightly, pressing forward, the tip of his hardening cock brushing softly at the small puckered anus.
His lips found Spike’s ear, barely moving as he whispered. “Gonna slip into you, baby… just stay there filling you until you wake up… don’t worry, love, it’s just your Xander, okay…? Gonna be all tucked up inside you, waiting for you… do you so good once you’re awake…”
He could do it, Xander thought. Be in that amazing ass for hours if necessary, just staying still and enjoying the perfection of his vampire’s body surrounding him…
His eyes closed and he swallowed a deep groan as he pressed forward, his thick, ready tip piercing slowly, then deeply, then fully.
“God, baby,” he moaned nearly silently, “love you… love you so much…”
The answering whisper was sleep-filled but wanton. “Luv ya too, pet… mmmm…” Spike yawned just a little, his body arching back against the wonderful heat of his Xan. “Can’t… be cranky… if you’re goin’ ta… wake me up… like this, luv…”
Xander smiled, nipping lightly at the pale curve where shoulder joined neck. “Wasn’t trying to wake you, love… just needed to feel you, y’know? Remind myself that this… us… isn’t a dream…”
“ ‘s not a dream, pet,” Spike murmured as he turned his head towards the nipping teeth and pressed his lips slowly to the warmth of his Primal’s temple. “An’ I don’t mind bein’ woke, luv… not if it’s by ya an’ for this, yah…?” His hips rocked slowly forward, then back, the thick shaft within him sliding almost teasingly with the motions. “Bloody hell, Xan…”
He couldn’t help chuckling, brown eyes closing tightly as he reveled in the sensation, the hand on Spike’s hip moving with purpose to grasp the vampire’s burgeoning erection. His fingers ghosted lightly over the loose foreskin, pulling it back to expose the hidden slit then sliding it up again as his hips continued their slow forward and back, forward and back.
“Can’t go so deep this way, baby,” he murmured, teeth scraping up the side of the long neck, “But that’s good… God, I could do this forever, love… just slide in and out of you, feel you so cool around me, your body shivering like it’s doing… yeah, Spike… God, baby… gonna keep this up for hours… and then, when I can’t stand it any longer… when I’m throbbing so hard I have to cum… God… gonna pull out of you. Gonna roll you onto your back, baby… cum all over that beautiful cock of yours…”
Even his breathing was shaky as he arched back against the brilliant heat of his Xander. “Bloody… hell, luv… do that. Do that so’s I can pull ya onta me, slam inta ya hard an’ deep…”
Xander’s eyes opened, shimmering green as he buried his nose in the short, soft blond hair and inhaled deeply. “That’s the plan, love… ride you hard, nothing but my cum slicking your way in… want you to make me scream, Spike… want to feel you so desperate and wanting that you can’t hold back, can’t keep yourself from…”
“Takin’ ya, pet… draggin’ ya… d-down onta m-me… flip us over, d-drive inta y-ya so fast an’ h-hard…” Spike groaned roughly, the gentle thrusts into his ass combining with the rough, wanton words in a blissful dichotomy of tender and harsh. “Can already smell th’ b-blood, luv… feel ya s-splittin’ around me while I f-fuck ya… like th’… d-d-demon I… am…”
“J-jesus… fuck…”
“Y-yah, pet… you’re goin’ t-ta… be callin’ his n-name…” the vampire managed to moan, even as his eyes clenched tightly shut, his cock spurting almost as gently as the shaft in his ass was moving.
“Not stopping, love…” the brunette groaned, his slow, shallow thrusts losing their rhythm for a moment as that amazing hole flexed around him. “T-told you… I c-can do th-this for hours, b-baby… me and th-the… hyena… God, it l-loves you…. J-just as m-much as I… d-do, S-s-spike…”
And if he’d been able to speak through the intense pleasure of riding out his orgasm while his Xander quickly stroked him towards another one, Spike would have agreed happily that his soul and demon both loved the man, too.
Then again, he figured his Xan already knew that.
tbc...
Unfortunately, I have NO idea of who all reviewed 28 when I first posted it on December 3, so I'm sorry, guys, for not naming you personally at the end of this one. Please KNOW that I really did and do appreciate that you took the time, and I have zero clue as to what happened. :(
And now, on with it.
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Part 29
“Nothing,” Angel sighed, closing yet another useless book.
He’d been searching for days, it seemed, and while he’d found out some very interesting facts about accepting both vampires and humans into an Order, there wasn’t anything at all about other sorts of demons or Primals. Then again, considering the way most demons viewed vampires, maybe that made sense. Of course, that really didn’t help him with the Harris situation.
‘Treat him like a vampire,’ Angelus demanded. ‘He’s strong enough, immortal from what he says… close enough, soulboy. Hell, he’s a Primal… or something like it… whatever. He can handle it.’
It was the smug and pleased feeling he sensed from his demon that had Angel frowning.
On the one hand, it wasn’t really a bad idea. If Harris was as unique for his kind as he seemed, then even if there were rituals in place for Primals, they might not work. On the other hand, though…
The overhanging brow furrowed deeply as large fingers opened one of the books again, flipping pages quickly. He’d thought so, he growled.
‘Go to Hell, Angelus. Accept him as a vampire? You just want to fuck the boy.’
A purely silent snarl echoed in his head. ‘We both do, you pissy little bitch. Besides, it’s the only way, right? This way, we all get what we want. Or do you have a better idea?’
Sadly, he didn’t. Unfortunately, he was also pretty damned sure that Spike wouldn’t be on board with the notion. His Childe was a possessive sort, especially when he was in love. And Spike was definitely in love with Harris, Angel admitted silently.
‘No,’ he finally answered to the smug feeling at the back of his mind, ‘But I’m going to find one.’
* * * * *
Fran stood in the doorway of Giles’ office, her head cocked to the side as she watched his exhausted attempts at research. “Have you been at that all night?” she asked softly, waiting for his bleary eyes to focus on her before stepping into the room and strolling quickly to the table.
“I… no, of course not,” the tired man muttered, squinting slightly as he looked up at her, “And what are you doing up and about at…” He looked at his watch and frowned. “My word. I… I suppose I have been up all night, haven’t I? I must have… lost track of the time.”
“You seem to have done,” the dark-haired Slayer said with a laugh. “Sarah’s making you a fresh pot of tea and something to eat, by the way.” She grinned and threw herself into the chair beside him, eyes skimming the open book in front of him quickly. “So, what’s the emergency, Giles? And why are you researching the feeding habits of vampires?”
One hand rose, rubbing the bridge of his nose after placing his glasses carefully on the table before him. “It’s… complicated, Fran. And not precisely Watcher business. I would appreciate it if you…”
“Used discretion?” she finished for him with a curious arched brow, “I can do that, Giles, but… I think you know the rules by now.”
Giles found himself sighing helplessly. He did know the rules. Fran wouldn’t speak of what he was doing as long as she was allowed to know all about it.
The girl would have made an excellent Watcher, he knew, had she not been Chosen. It was something of a shame, really. Many of the new Slayers were less intelligent than the young Australian woman and for them, Slaying was exciting. But Fran… Fran found it almost boring, the physical aspects aside. She was always prodding and prying, trying to discover the why of things rather than just accepting what she was told to do. Still, she’d proven herself to be trustworthy on more than one occasion. I fact, Giles had a feeling that Fran held more secrets locked away in her mind than most people would ever believe existed behind her truly lovely and delicate features. Of course, ‘most people’ were rather stupid, he reminded himself.
“Fine,” he said grumpily after a moment, clearly giving in. “You remember Spike and Xander, don’t you?”
The young woman gave the older man the most offended look she could muster. “They’re the chimney sweeps, right?” Her eyes rolled. “Of course I remember Xander Harris—one of the original ‘Scooby Gang’ and the only human known to have survived the Demon Trials, although not as a human-- and William the Bloody, also known as Spike—Childe of Drusilla, trained by Angelus of the Order of Aurelius as Drusilla was rather too barmy to manage it. What of them?”
Fran found herself frowning deeply as the Head Watcher began to explain in very… obscure terms just what he knew.
“Bloody hell, Giles, you can say that they’re shagging. Believe me, I’m well aware of what two gents who kiss in public get up to in private. I caught my brother with some of his many, many boys at least a dozen times before I was even ten years old, and they were definitely past the kissing stage.” She grinned and tried not to laugh at the bright blush spreading across the Watcher’s face. “What I don’t understand, though, is why that’s an issue. You seemed fine with their… relationship… when they were here.”
And Giles found himself sighing again. “I was. I am, Fran. It isn’t the relationship in and of itself that worries me. It’s simply that… well, Spike said something in his last e-mail that has caused me great concern although that may simply be my own tendency to assume the worst, and there’s some question regarding Xander’s place with Angel’s clan…”
The girl nodded, more familiar than she wanted to be with Giles’ odd brand of pessimism. “Alright, then… spill, Giles. Maybe a fresh perspective will help.”
“It couldn’t possibly hurt,” he admitted quietly before telling her quickly about his worries for both the young man who was like a son to him and the vampire that same young man loved.
* * * * *
He hadn’t seen a sunrise in weeks, and oddly enough, Xander didn’t really have a problem with that. Not when missing the sun meant he could wake up like this, with Spike’s spine hard against his chest, the cooler form molded to him tightly.
Full lips curved at the corners as he held his vampire just a bit tighter, not wanting to wake him but needing that extra bit of closeness. It was all still so new when he thought about it, even if it did feel like he’d been with Spike forever.
But he would be, he reminded himself with a bigger smile. They had eternity, and while that wasn’t anything he’d expected, he found that he loved the idea just as much as he loved the blond in his arms.
Of course, he also loved the idea of being deep inside his love’s tight, perfect ass when the older man woke up, and seeing as Spike was still slick from the night before…
One hand slid down slowly, stroking a lightly haired thigh. Fingers cupped under one bent knee, lifting that leg gently as he shifted slightly, pressing forward, the tip of his hardening cock brushing softly at the small puckered anus.
His lips found Spike’s ear, barely moving as he whispered. “Gonna slip into you, baby… just stay there filling you until you wake up… don’t worry, love, it’s just your Xander, okay…? Gonna be all tucked up inside you, waiting for you… do you so good once you’re awake…”
He could do it, Xander thought. Be in that amazing ass for hours if necessary, just staying still and enjoying the perfection of his vampire’s body surrounding him…
His eyes closed and he swallowed a deep groan as he pressed forward, his thick, ready tip piercing slowly, then deeply, then fully.
“God, baby,” he moaned nearly silently, “love you… love you so much…”
The answering whisper was sleep-filled but wanton. “Luv ya too, pet… mmmm…” Spike yawned just a little, his body arching back against the wonderful heat of his Xan. “Can’t… be cranky… if you’re goin’ ta… wake me up… like this, luv…”
Xander smiled, nipping lightly at the pale curve where shoulder joined neck. “Wasn’t trying to wake you, love… just needed to feel you, y’know? Remind myself that this… us… isn’t a dream…”
“ ‘s not a dream, pet,” Spike murmured as he turned his head towards the nipping teeth and pressed his lips slowly to the warmth of his Primal’s temple. “An’ I don’t mind bein’ woke, luv… not if it’s by ya an’ for this, yah…?” His hips rocked slowly forward, then back, the thick shaft within him sliding almost teasingly with the motions. “Bloody hell, Xan…”
He couldn’t help chuckling, brown eyes closing tightly as he reveled in the sensation, the hand on Spike’s hip moving with purpose to grasp the vampire’s burgeoning erection. His fingers ghosted lightly over the loose foreskin, pulling it back to expose the hidden slit then sliding it up again as his hips continued their slow forward and back, forward and back.
“Can’t go so deep this way, baby,” he murmured, teeth scraping up the side of the long neck, “But that’s good… God, I could do this forever, love… just slide in and out of you, feel you so cool around me, your body shivering like it’s doing… yeah, Spike… God, baby… gonna keep this up for hours… and then, when I can’t stand it any longer… when I’m throbbing so hard I have to cum… God… gonna pull out of you. Gonna roll you onto your back, baby… cum all over that beautiful cock of yours…”
Even his breathing was shaky as he arched back against the brilliant heat of his Xander. “Bloody… hell, luv… do that. Do that so’s I can pull ya onta me, slam inta ya hard an’ deep…”
Xander’s eyes opened, shimmering green as he buried his nose in the short, soft blond hair and inhaled deeply. “That’s the plan, love… ride you hard, nothing but my cum slicking your way in… want you to make me scream, Spike… want to feel you so desperate and wanting that you can’t hold back, can’t keep yourself from…”
“Takin’ ya, pet… draggin’ ya… d-down onta m-me… flip us over, d-drive inta y-ya so fast an’ h-hard…” Spike groaned roughly, the gentle thrusts into his ass combining with the rough, wanton words in a blissful dichotomy of tender and harsh. “Can already smell th’ b-blood, luv… feel ya s-splittin’ around me while I f-fuck ya… like th’… d-d-demon I… am…”
“J-jesus… fuck…”
“Y-yah, pet… you’re goin’ t-ta… be callin’ his n-name…” the vampire managed to moan, even as his eyes clenched tightly shut, his cock spurting almost as gently as the shaft in his ass was moving.
“Not stopping, love…” the brunette groaned, his slow, shallow thrusts losing their rhythm for a moment as that amazing hole flexed around him. “T-told you… I c-can do th-this for hours, b-baby… me and th-the… hyena… God, it l-loves you…. J-just as m-much as I… d-do, S-s-spike…”
And if he’d been able to speak through the intense pleasure of riding out his orgasm while his Xander quickly stroked him towards another one, Spike would have agreed happily that his soul and demon both loved the man, too.
Then again, he figured his Xan already knew that.
tbc...