Old Enemies... (S/X)

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Part 30

“Close your eye, luv,” Spike whispered, pushing the stunning brunette flat against the bedspread. “Want you ta just FEEL, alright?” He pressed his lips hard against the soft, full mouth beneath his own, his tongue sweeping lightly at lips until they parted.

Harris moaned. The long flexible muscle swept through his mouth depriving him of words, though he had none to say at the moment. The tongue was cool, but warming swiftly against his own. His hands rose, gripping gently at tense, strong shoulders before they were removed, the backs of his wrists pressed against the bed.

“JUST feel, pet… let me show you how good we are together, ‘ey…?” Spike murmured, pulling away from that lovely cavern to nip slowly and delicately over his Xan’s jaw, then to his neck. He paused for a few minutes, the tip of his tongue mapping every small shift in the scar he’d given his love. It was healed already; probably had been since the bloke had bitten him… bloody hell, was it only two days earlier? It seemed like forever.

“I remember the first time I bit you, luv,” he whispered, lips and teeth playing at that mark for a moment more before slipping lower, dancing over strong, toned pectorals. “Had you all spread out beneath me, fillin’ you almost ta breakin’…” His lips closed over one small, budding nipple, teeth latching on and pulling it to a tight, hard point.

“I was rockin’ inside you,” he continued, making his way to his love’s other nipple and nipping it roughly, “Makin’ you whimper an’ moan… yeah, like you’re doin’ now, pet…”

Keeping his hands off the other man was the hardest thing Harris had ever done, but… somehow it all seemed so familiar… the words had him picturing it… Spike’s eyes glowing golden, staring into him as he slammed deeper, harder inside him. It was almost… a memory, he thought. And the way the man—vampire—was touching him… that was more familiar still. He groaned, shifting on the bed as Spike found a particularly sensitive spot.

The blond chuckled softly, scraping sharp teeth at that dip between his beloved’s pecs. He’d discovered the spot almost by accident, but he’d be damned yet again if he ever allowed himself to forget it.

“Never felt anythin’ like you, Xan,” he admitted softly, hands and mouth continuing their slow exploration. “ ‘s been bloody ages since I’ve felt th’ sun, but that’s what bein’ inside you is like, mate… ‘s like standin’ in th’ sun an’ knowin’ it can burn me quicker than anythin’… but it’s such a good kind of burn, I can’t stop cravin’ it. Needin’ it…” Spike groaned and buried his head in Xander’s stomach for a moment, just inhaling the smell of him, absorbing the heat. “Can’t stop needin’ YOU, luv… an’ that first night, when you arched your neck for me…”

The brunette gasped softly, eye clenched shut as he saw it in his head. “You… you came, didn’t you?” he murmured, awestruck. “You came… and you bit me… and then you came again…” His back arched slightly, trying to get even closer to the blond.

“Yeah, luv,” Spike answered, trying not to get too overwhelmed by hope. “Felt you cum between us, that hot, thick spunk makin’ our chests an’ stomachs rub together all slick an’ smooth… an’ I drank you. Drank you down til I was drunk on th’ sensation. Filled you so full, you overflowed…” He chuckled, blowing a soft breath across the seeping tip of his human’s cock. “Made a right mess of my bed, we did, but…”

“But you didn’t care,” Harris moaned out, “Because we were only gonna make it even more messy… Gods… don’t stop, Spike…”

The vampire chuckled again, unable to keep that hope from welling up. It sounded like Xander was starting to remember, and if that was the case, the LAST thing he was going to do was STOP. “Never, luv,” he whispered before dragging the tip of his tongue up that long, thick vein from base to tip, delving into the small, seeping slit for a moment. He purred softly at the flavour he could never get enough of then took that bulbous head between his lips, his tongue swirling slowly, tenderly around it as he settled it in the wet cavern of his mouth.

Harris’s body was so tense, so ready… and Spike’s mouth was so… right. His hands slid over the mattress, grasping roughly at the bedspread. “Gods! Spike!” he yelped, blushing at the way his voice sounded in the quiet room. “Please, I’m gonna…”

And Spike purred, pulling just a bit more of the man’s straining cock into his mouth and sucking gently before taking it in his hand and lifting his mouth away. “Want you ta, Xan… want ta taste you. Want ta feel you explodin’ in my throat an’ know it’s because you’re here with me. Open your eye, luv… look at me.” He waited until Xander caught his breath, then he said it again. “Look at me, pet… want you ta see how much I luv havin’ you in every way.”

There was something about the way the vampire spoke that drove him crazy. That made him want to do nothing but roll about in bed with him forever. And even though he couldn’t quite recall particulars much, he knew Spike had been telling him the truth. They really HAD been lovers before and… something had happened to him—to Harris. Something that had brought them to this place, this time… this time that seemed like the first but also like a renewal.

“I… I love being had… by you, Spike. However I can get you,” he mumbled, finally opening his eye and gazing down his body at the perfect, pale form crouched above his groin.

And that was what Spike had been waiting for. He held that eye with a smouldering golden stare as he dipped his head, taking the long, thick cock in to the hilt. Sharp teeth lightly grazed the velvet skin over steel on the way down, then again on the way up and he purred loudly, his lips tightening as he felt the heavy sac drawing up tight. He purred harder, trying to put all his emotion into his eyes as the shaft twitched roughly then began to spurt.

“G-Gods! Spike! I… yes! Oh, Gods…!” His fingers were suddenly buried deep in short blond hair, but he couldn’t help it. If he didn’t hold on to Spike right then, he thought he might be hurled from the face of the planet the room was spinning so fast. His entire body convulsed wildly, his hips driving up to slam his cock deep into the vampire’s tight throat, not caring if he cut himself on Spike’s teeth or not. Hell, in that moment, even that sort of pain would be welcome. “Spike…” he cried again, his voice fading to a whimper as the blond’s throat pulsed around him, milking every drop he could get, then “Spike…” again, a long, drawn out blissful sigh.

Spike couldn’t help purring more, his tongue caressing the softening shaft in his mouth slowly as he listened to his beloved’s heart rate slow to something approaching normal. He’d barely managed to wrap his lips over his fangs when his Xan had slammed deep, but he’d done it, even though that meant he was bleeding slightly now. Still, that was fine. Better he hurt himself than his beloved. It was one thing to bite the bloke and an entirely different thing to shred such a delicate area through inattention.

He looked up his human’s lean, chiseled form, chuckling softly as he felt the softened tube of flesh between his lips twitch. “Think you liked that, luv,” he said, grinning as he released Xander’s shaft and slowly crawled up his body.

Harris laughed shakily as Spike finally stopped moving, that toned, sexy body pressing down on his own, those soft lips mere inches away from his. “What gave it away? The writhing, the begging, or the part where I more or less raped your mouth… Damn. Do I have a pet name for you? I mean you’re always calling me luv and pet and even Xan. Do I… is there something I called you… before?” He blushed, biting his lip nervously.

Spike laughed, his shaft rubbing against the other man’s stomach as he pressed harder against him, rocking just a bit. “You’d taken ta calling me ‘babe’ just a bit before you went missing, luv… an’ as for rapin’ my mouth?” He smirked and licked his lips, finding one small drop of cum that had escaped him. He purred. “You can’t rape th’ willin’, pet. An’ when it involves your cock, I’m ALWAYS willin’. Got it, Xan?” He arched a brow.

And oh, did he get it. Hoped to get more, if he were going to be honest. “Yeah,” he moaned softly, arching his back just a bit to feel Spike’s cock against his skin more. “Uh… I called you babe? What are you, Cher or something?”

“Bloody hell,” the vampire groaned playfully, “No! I get ta be Sonny this time. Or so you promised when you were in your right mind.” He winked and closed the small distance between their lips, his tongue slipping in to twine restlessly with his beloved’s.

“My right mind…?” Harris echoed, giving the vampire a wicked grin once their kiss ended for the moment, “That must have been before we ever went to bed together, Spike, because I’m for damned sure crazy… about you…”

Spike smiled, his human features reemerging. “No, pet… you luv me. AN’ you’re crazy about me. An’ that’s only fair, seein’ as it’s entirely mutual.” He leaned down again, this time pressing lips and blunt human teeth to the mark he’d given the human. He smirked happily when it got the desired reaction.

“Jesus fuck,” Harris moaned, half hard again already. “I… can we just… please, Spike, I need…” he broke off, blushing fiercely. He swallowed hard, remembering once telling Willow something about being able to say it if you were doing it. “I need you, Spike. I need to feel you…” He sighed and shook his head at himself then closed his eye and just blurted it out. “I need you to be Sonny. Now, Spike. I… I want you so much, I can’t…”

Harris felt the long, strong body over him suddenly shift and he frowned, afraid he’d scared off the vampire somehow, although HOW, he wasn’t sure. Spike wanted him; he KNEW he did, but… He opened his eye only to see the vampire walking away.

“Spike…?” He sat up, tears forming in his good eye. He’d fucked things up somehow. He knew it.

The vampire turned and smelled the salty tinge on the air as he almost flew back to the bed, wrapping the confused young man tightly in his arms. “Luv,” he murmured, “Luv, what’s wrong?”

He felt like an idiot. He truly did. But he shrugged and told the blond the truth. “I… I thought you were… leaving…”

Spike’s brows rose high and he forced himself not to laugh as he pressed kiss after kiss to his Xander’s cheeks, forehead, eyelid… even his eye patch. “Luv… Xan… there’s nothin’ in this whole wide world that could ever make me leave you. Not ever. Not even ta save my own life.” He smiled gently at the young man. “You’re a part of me, luv… an’ I want ta be a part of you. Want ta be IN you, Xan. But ta do that… need a bit of th’ slick, don’t we?” He chuckled ruefully. “Poor plannin’, thy name ‘s Spike. Just seein’ what we’ve got in th’ loo, ‘ey?”

And again he felt like an idiot. “I… yeah. I’m just…” Harris shook his head. “Go. You know where to find me.” He smiled shakily.

His lips caught his human’s hard, giving him a bruising kiss as one hand slipped down, squeezing the burgeoning shaft tenderly. “Won’t be long, luv,” Spike promised. “Don’t move.” And with that he was gone, poking through the bathroom searching for whatever he could find that would let him make love to his human without damaging him.

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(A/N: Thanks to TheShadowCat (twice, and I don't have your muse... um, maybe she's off with the Spike-ubus? *snerk* Or he, if it's a male muse. :P), RemityGirl, and ladyicondraco for their kind reviews. You guys rock completely. *hugs and stuff* More soon. I think I might almost be finished with this story. Currently working on part 44. LOL And thanks to everyone for receiving my first Spander fic so well. :))