Vikings, Sires and Siblings

Part 3

"Come on, Xander! This won't work if you don't at least try to hit me."

"I'm sorry Buff. It just doesn't feel right. Not now that I'm as strong as you are - stronger even."

"I'm a big girl, I can take it. Spike doesn't pull his punches when we spar. I don't expect you to either."

Xander nodded and tried again. Buffy had come over earlier that afternoon and Spike had asked her to help out with Xander's fight training, stating that any advantages she could teach him could save his life - and all of theirs. Buffy had wholeheartedly agreed to help, which was why she was now sparring with Xander and Spike was out on patrol by himself.

Xander came at Buffy and threw a quick punch to her face; she ducked to the side but it still caught her on the shoulder. As she went down she swept Xander's feet out from under him and he went down, as well. They both flipped back to their feet and grinned at each other.

"See? It's more fun when you fight back. Again, Xander; show me what you've got."

"Alright. You're on."

The pair continued to spar for a while, trading blows and taking some pretty hard hits. Buffy was thankful that Xander had his soul and was on her side. He was tougher than any vampire she had ever fought - with the exception of his sire. Angelus and Spike were good but they fell in second and third behind Xander.

Willow and Tara had made dinner and were now standing in the doorway of the training area watching. They were both amazed by the speed and strength their friends possessed. Neither had ever seen Xander fight like this.

"Um, guys? Dinner’s ready, Dawn's just setting the table, so you should probably clean up a bit."

"Thanks, Wills! We'll be there in a bit."

Buffy grabbed a towel and tossed it to Xander before picking one up for herself. She wiped the sweat off her face and arms and then grinned over at her best guy-friend.

"That was fun. We should do this more often; I haven't had a workout like that in awhile."

"Don't let Spike hear you say that. He'll go out of his way to make sure he hurts you next time you guys spar."

"We should spar together. Spike and I against you. If you can defend yourself against the two of us, you should be alright against a bunch of fledglings on your own - even if there are dozens of them."

"Sounds good. We'll talk to Spike when he gets home."

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They sat down to dinner just like they did every Friday night with the exception of Spike being absent. Normally, the blonde vampire looked forward to these weekly dinners with the scoobies for the simple pleasure of covering whatever food they had cooked in blood and then making as many disgusting noises while eating it as inhumanly possible.

Xander missed him. It just wasn't the same experience without listening to Buffy complain and Willow and Tara trying to be polite while steadfastly refusing to look at Spike throughout the entire meal. The only one not bothered by it was Dawn. She would just roll her eyes at him and dig in. Which was probably why Spike was always seated between her and Xander.

After dinner, Xander helped Willow and Tara to clear the table while Buffy and Dawn picked a movie to watch. He had to wonder what he was going to do when his little mortal family was gone, when he had no more ties to his lost humanity. It was a depressing thought, and he sometimes found himself wishing that they were immortal as well.

"Buffy was telling us about the attack last night. Do you think there's a new master in town?"

"That's the theory. There were a lot of vamps and they weren't local."

"How could you tell?"

"They were older. Not masters, nowhere near as strong as Spike or me, but they had a few years under their belts."

"Hmm. I don't like the sound of that."

"Me neither, but we knew it was going to happen sooner or later. This is the Hellmouth, Willow. I haven't been dead a year yet; there's no way I'm going to keep it without a fight."

"I know, but I worry."

"I'm not alone; I have Spike and Buffy."

"I know, but you’re my best friend and I hate seeing you go through this."

"Last year if this had happened, I would be in your shoes. I'd be the one worrying about my friends going into battle. I do understand, Wills but I'm not the zeppo anymore. Token normal guy is stronger than any of you; I can hold my own."

"I know. But I still worry. I still worry about Buffy and she's been doing this for years."

Xander nodded his understanding and pulled Willow into a hug. They were called in from the kitchen a few minutes later to settle an argument between Dawn and Buffy over what movie to watch.

Just as they were settling in to watch the movie, the front door opened and Spike came in. He nodded at Xander and the girls and headed for the stairs. Xander smelled something different about Spike and sniffed the air delicately. He growled and leapt from the couch in full game face. Buffy pulled Dawn behind her and handed her off to Tara while she and Willow prepared to get between Xander and Spike, if necessary.

Spike saw Xander coming and lowered his eyes. He knew that Xander had scented him, so he did the only thing he could think of to diffuse the situation. He bared his throat to his mate in submission and waited for the bite.

Xander tore savagely into Spike's throat and drank deeply. He then spun the smaller vampire around and pressed him against the wall. He was running fully on instinct now, his demon knowing that he needed to re-establish his position. He didn't spare any thought to their guests as he tore the blonde's jeans down the sides and pulled them away from his body.

Buffy gasped as Spike was shoved face first into the wall. This wasn't normal behaviour for Xander, or Spike, for that matter, but he seemed to be expecting it. Chalking it up to freaky demon shit, she was ready to accept that this was a private matter and leave them alone. Then Xander tore Spike's jeans off and began to undo his own pants. She was thankful that Tara was quick and had already covered Dawn eyes.

"Take Dawn out of here. Wills, you too."

"What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to get some answers."

"Be careful; I don't think Xander's himself right now."

Buffy nodded and Willow followed Tara and Dawn outside. Buffy stepped closer to Xander and Spike and then her eyes flew open in shock as Xander was suddenly in front of her. He was in game face and snarling at her. It was Spike that finally spoke.

"Everything’s fine, slayer. Go home."

"Spike? Are you ... Is Xander...?"

"Leave, Buffy. Your being here will only make it worse. Please."

It was the please that got her. Spike seemed... ashamed to have her witness whatever it was that was going on. She took one last look at her friend and his mate - who was still facing the wall, ripped jeans around his ankles - and shook her head sadly. She walked to the door and then spoke softly.

"Xander, please call me when you've calmed down. And don't... don't hurt Spike."

Xander just growled threateningly at her and glared as she finally left the house. He turned his eyes back to the semi-naked form of his mate and the growl deepened. He stepped up behind him and kicked the other man’s feet apart before savagely driving himself inside his unprepared body.

Spike howled at the intrusion but didn't fight it. He wanted this - needed it - as much if not more than Xander. It hurt. It hurt like the very devil himself was drilling into his ass, but it also let him know that Xander loved him. He was being reminded of Xander's ownership of him. He would do the exact same thing if the positions were reversed.

Xander took little care about Spike's pleasure. This wasn't an act of sex; it was an act of claiming. It was a show of dominance and ownership. But all the same, as he approached his climax, he did reach around to find his mate’s weeping cock and begin to jack him off as well.

"Mine! Say it!"

"Yours."

Xander bit into Spike’s throat again as he climaxed. He felt wetness on his hand and knew that Spike had cum as well. He pulled out of his torn and bleeding hole and then walked away from him. He stopped and spoke in a low emotionless voice.

"Go and shower. I don't want to smell anything on you but soap when you come out."

Spike gathered the tattered remains of his clothes and headed up the stairs to their room. He was lucky his mate had a soul; he had gotten off easy. There was no excuse for what he had done - none at all. He didn't even know why he had done it. He stopped at the top of the stairs and looked down at his mate. Xander looked crushed. He felt his chest constrict with guilt over what he had done to his lover.

"Xander, I'm sorry."

"Not now, Spike. I don't want to hear excuses or explanations, not when I can still smell her on you."

"Xan, I..."

"NO!"

Xander roared and turned to face Spike.

"You will explain to me why you did this, but not until you have scrubbed her filth from your body. Do you understand?"

Spike nodded and walked away. Maybe the shower would help clear his mind. He had no idea what had come over him, why he had fucked that woman in the park. Hell, she wasn't even a woman; she was a vampire. One minute he was seconds away from dusting her, the next minute he was fucking her against the side of a mausoleum. It was as if he had been possessed.

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