A Viking in L A

Part 3

The noises from down the hall were keeping Angel awake. He really should have known better than to put those two on the same floor as himself. He should have put them on the other side of the hotel. But knowing Spike, he would still be able to hear them. Angel covered his head with his pillow and cursed his preternatural hearing.

Meanwhile down the hall in Spike and Xander's room the vampires were enthusiastically enjoying each others bodies. Xander had Spike draped over the back of a chair as he pounded into him from behind. The chair itself was steadily creeping across the floor from the force behind Xanders thrusts.

"God, pet, harder!"

"Fuck! Spike, so good!"

"Xan bite me, please!"

At the feel of his mates fangs slicing into his shoulder, Spike came all over the back of the chair. Xander followed him over the edge, spilling his seed deep inside his lover. Xander slipped out of Spike. Spike stood and spun around. He grinned at his lover and pushed him forcefully toward the bed.

Spike straddled his mate and began kissing him all over his naked sweat-shiny body. He slipped into game-face and ran his fangs gently across Xanders chest drawing a small amount of blood. Xander groaned appreciatively as Spike licked up the thin trail of blood.

"One thing I love about this vamp thing."

"What's that pet?"

"Zero recovery time!"

"Unlife does have it's perks, pet."

Spike lifted Xanders legs over his shoulders and slowly embedded himself within his mate. The loud groan of satisfaction from Xander was almost Spike's undoing. He slowly withdrew from his lover and then pushed back in just as slow. The maddening torture of this slow pace was driving both vampires to distraction, but neither wanted to increase the pace.

The panting and moaning increased in volume until finally Spike could take no more. He swiftly increase his pace, hammering into his mate. Xander growled loudly, shifted to his demon face and lunged at Spike's throat. Spike howled. Loudly. Xander withdrew his fangs and bared his throat to Spike. Spike took the invitation and embedded his fangs in his lovers throat. He drank deeply for a few seconds before withdrawing his fangs and licking the wound clean. He never wasted a drop of Xanders blood, it was to potent not to consume all that was offered.

Spike knew that he was regaining the strength he had lost when he had gotten chipped. Xander's blood was very powerful, more powerful than Angels. He wondered if Xander would lose his strength eventually if he continued to exist on animal blood.

"Xander?"

"Yeah."

"Do you feel different now? Since you stopped feeding from humans?"

"Other than the repulsive feeling I get when I think about eating, no. Why?"

"Just curious pet."

"Spike, don't bullshit me. I know something is bothering you, spill."

"It's just, when I lost my bite, I started to lose my strength as well after a while. I was still stronger than a human, or a fledge but I didn't have the strength of a master anymore. I'm afraid it'll happen to you as well ... eventually. 'Specially if I keep feeding from you."

"Ah, I see. Look, I'm not worried about it, I like it when you bite me. In fact, I'll be very upset if you stop biting me."

"You sure pet? I'm not saying I don't like it, I do. Very much. It's just....I feel my strength returning every time I feed from you. I don't know what it's doing to you though."

"Well, if it'll make you feel better, I'll start biting bad guys every once in a while, just a sip or two, keep up my strength."

"You mean that pet? It would make me feel better. Just .....don't tell the poof or the slayer, they'll stake us both."

Xander held Spike close to him as they drifted off to sleep. He was still shocked at the level of caring that his mate was capable of. He had sorely underestimated this vampire when he was still human. He had always assumed Spike was a demon and nothing more. Boy, was he wrong. Over the past month that they had been together, Xander had learned a lot about Spike. He also learned a lot about vampires in general. For instance, he learned that a lot of Spike's 'Big Bad' persona was a projection to scare other vampires away from Dru. Because she was sick and weakened, she was considered prey to others. Vampires don't generally attend to their injured, they drain them or dust them.

He also learned that Spike was an extremely affectionate person. He seemed to crave touch as much as Xander did. How he had survived these past couple years never being held, was a mystery. No wonder he took up with Harmony, at least it was someone to be with. Kinda the same reason that Xander stayed with Anya at first. He grew to love her, but in the beginning, it was all about need. He needed someone to hold, to care for, and the never ending sex was a plus. She needed someone to teach her about being human, to help her adapt to her new life and yeah someone to give her orgasms. It was mutually beneficial. Later it grew into love, and Xander thought he would spend the rest of his life with her. Technically he did.

His unlife however was with Spike. He truly loved his annoying, cuddly, crude, sarcastic, sexy as hell, well educated, playful, sometimes insecure, and always loving mate. He always wanted him with him, and would do anything he had to, to make sure he was.

Down the hall, Angel sighed in relief as the hotel FINALLY fell silent. he put his pillow back under his head and sighed in contentment, he could sleep now, thank the powers. This was going to be a very long couple of days!