Old Enemies... (S/X)
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Old Enemies Part 31
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Part 31
Harris held himself entirely still while Spike was in the bathroom. Not because Spike had told him not to move, but because of the memories he’d accessed earlier. He could truly remember Spike biting him. Remember that it had felt… incredible. He just couldn’t quite reach the… reliving of it.
He could HEAR Spike’s voice in his head when Harris had suggested changing the sheets and Spike had insisted there was no point… that they’d just need to be changed again in a few hours. But he couldn’t SEE it.
It was a subtle distinction, but it mattered to him.
He didn’t know what had happened that he’d forgotten Spike; that he’d truly believed him to be a character he’d made up. Still, if he really WAS remembering things and not just going insane, then… he wanted to remember more. And more to the point, if he was going crazy, he didn’t care.
Better to spend the rest of his life crazy and with Spike than sane and without him.
Harris nodded sharply at his own thoughts, finally relaxing completely as he understood that he BELONGED with the vampire. Belonged TO him, even… and that that was exactly what he wanted. No matter what, he belonged to Spike and… from what the vampire had said, it wasn’t a one sided thing.
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Spike snarled softly, finding nothing in the bathroom that immediately screamed ‘lube’ at him. Sure, there was lotion but it was too thin… and water-based, besides. It would evaporate too bloody quickly and leave his love in pain and that would never do.
He was half of a mind to call down to the front desk and make them send someone out for it. There were benefits to a five star hotel, after all. But that would just make his Xan uncomfortable. Besides, he doubted either one of them could wait that long. HE certainly couldn’t.
Finally, Spike sighed and checked the shower. “Shampoo. No. That’d sting. Make him all tense an’ hurtin’…” And that’s when he saw it.
He checked the contents label just to be sure, then grinned. It would do, but as soon as the sun set tomorrow he was going out for the real deal.
He palmed the two small bottles of conditioner and stepped out into the bedroom again, arching a brow at seeing his beloved in exactly the same position he’d left him in.
“Guess someone doesn’t need a spankin’, then,” he said with a grin as he crossed the room to lay a deep, slow kiss on the brunette.
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Harris laughed, although a bit breathless from the kiss. “I… not right now, anyway. Maybe later…?”
“You can bet your sweet ass on it, luv,” Spike murmured, his lips again finding the scar on Xander’s neck. He nibbled for a few moments, his hand finding the other man’s cock and stroking softly. “Sorry, mate… took a bit longer than I thought. You still…”
And just like that, most of Harris’s brain shifted to auto-pilot.
He arched hard into the gentle stroke, the banked fire flaring anew. “Gods, Spike… you have to ask…?”
Spike nodded slowly, his wide blue eyes locked on his love’s brown one. “Yeah… I do. Don’t want ta push you or anythin’… you might have had second thoughts while I was away from you…”
“Second, third, sixtieth, even more… babe. And all about the same thing.” Harris raised one arm, his palm finding Spike’s cheek and holding it. “You, Spike… feeling you inside me. Feeling you… finding out what I’ve been missing.” He shook his head, holding the other man away when he would have kissed him.
“You… you don’t understand. And I NEED for you to understand! I…” Harris swallowed hard. “I woke up today at the Watcher House and… I didn’t remember you. I still don’t for the most part. But I did know that… something was missing. That I felt… alone. And that… that wasn’t right. And now…” He bit the edge of his lip. “And now, I… I think it was YOU I was missing...”
The vampire blinked at that, wanting to hold his human close but that hand on his cheek held him back. Xander apparently needed to say this, so he would let him. And then… he’d do everything he could to make sure that neither of them ever felt alone again. “Yeah, luv?” he said softly, “How so?”
“I don’t know,” the human moaned, the soft strokes to his penis almost derailing his train of thought, “But I think… somehow… a part of me does remember you… remembers what you say we had. And every time we… touch…” He moaned again, his head tipping back with pleasure at the gentle touches. “I think… I’m remembering more each time we’re… close… and I WANT that and I’m… afraid of it… at the same… time…” He frowned as much as he could while Spike was touching him like that. “I know… it makes… no sense…”
Spike shook his head. “Makes perfect sense, luv… you want ta remember…” he stroked that hard, lovely shaft more slowly, “But you’re afraid you might be wrong an’ you’ll end up with nothin’.”
He leaned closer, his human’s hand letting him this time. His lips found the bloke’s earlobe and he nibbled at it gently before continuing the motion down the side of his Xander’s jaw to the point of his chin. “I’m goin’ ta make you a promise, Xan…” he said quietly but sincerely. “No matter what happens, I’m not goin’ away. I’m yours, luv… ta th’ end of time.”
Harris sighed softly and dipped his head just enough to meet Spike’s lips. “I… I really like the sound of that, Spike…”
“Right, then,” Spike said with a smile, pressing another soft, slow kiss to Xander’s lips. “Can we get ta th’ shaggin’ now?”
It was the deliberately suggestive eyebrow wiggle that had Harris laughing. His arms suddenly closed around the vampire’s slightly smaller form and he rolled them on the bed, grinning down into wide blue eyes. “Definitely, Spike,” he murmured, his body throbbing once again. “Just… tell me how you want me. I… anything.”
“What would you say,” Spike asked after a moment or three of staring deep into his beloved’s eye, “If I asked you ta… ride me at a gallop til my legs buckle an’ my eyes roll up?” That particular phrase had always been one of his favourites. He had no idea of whether Faith was still alive, but the chit had had a way with words.
Harris grinned, reaching for the tiny bottle Spike had brought back from the bathroom. “I’d say… that I’m gonna squeeze you til you pop… like warm champagne,” he admitted, “Among other things.”
Spike groaned, his eyes filling with golden sparks. “Bloody hell, luv… have at it, then.”
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(A/N: AGAIN thanks to TheShadowCat for the review. :) And also to Fan Girly. Much appreciated. No new part tomorrow, but Tuesday, definitely. *grins* Thanks again!)
Part 31
Harris held himself entirely still while Spike was in the bathroom. Not because Spike had told him not to move, but because of the memories he’d accessed earlier. He could truly remember Spike biting him. Remember that it had felt… incredible. He just couldn’t quite reach the… reliving of it.
He could HEAR Spike’s voice in his head when Harris had suggested changing the sheets and Spike had insisted there was no point… that they’d just need to be changed again in a few hours. But he couldn’t SEE it.
It was a subtle distinction, but it mattered to him.
He didn’t know what had happened that he’d forgotten Spike; that he’d truly believed him to be a character he’d made up. Still, if he really WAS remembering things and not just going insane, then… he wanted to remember more. And more to the point, if he was going crazy, he didn’t care.
Better to spend the rest of his life crazy and with Spike than sane and without him.
Harris nodded sharply at his own thoughts, finally relaxing completely as he understood that he BELONGED with the vampire. Belonged TO him, even… and that that was exactly what he wanted. No matter what, he belonged to Spike and… from what the vampire had said, it wasn’t a one sided thing.
* * * * *
Spike snarled softly, finding nothing in the bathroom that immediately screamed ‘lube’ at him. Sure, there was lotion but it was too thin… and water-based, besides. It would evaporate too bloody quickly and leave his love in pain and that would never do.
He was half of a mind to call down to the front desk and make them send someone out for it. There were benefits to a five star hotel, after all. But that would just make his Xan uncomfortable. Besides, he doubted either one of them could wait that long. HE certainly couldn’t.
Finally, Spike sighed and checked the shower. “Shampoo. No. That’d sting. Make him all tense an’ hurtin’…” And that’s when he saw it.
He checked the contents label just to be sure, then grinned. It would do, but as soon as the sun set tomorrow he was going out for the real deal.
He palmed the two small bottles of conditioner and stepped out into the bedroom again, arching a brow at seeing his beloved in exactly the same position he’d left him in.
“Guess someone doesn’t need a spankin’, then,” he said with a grin as he crossed the room to lay a deep, slow kiss on the brunette.
* * * * *
Harris laughed, although a bit breathless from the kiss. “I… not right now, anyway. Maybe later…?”
“You can bet your sweet ass on it, luv,” Spike murmured, his lips again finding the scar on Xander’s neck. He nibbled for a few moments, his hand finding the other man’s cock and stroking softly. “Sorry, mate… took a bit longer than I thought. You still…”
And just like that, most of Harris’s brain shifted to auto-pilot.
He arched hard into the gentle stroke, the banked fire flaring anew. “Gods, Spike… you have to ask…?”
Spike nodded slowly, his wide blue eyes locked on his love’s brown one. “Yeah… I do. Don’t want ta push you or anythin’… you might have had second thoughts while I was away from you…”
“Second, third, sixtieth, even more… babe. And all about the same thing.” Harris raised one arm, his palm finding Spike’s cheek and holding it. “You, Spike… feeling you inside me. Feeling you… finding out what I’ve been missing.” He shook his head, holding the other man away when he would have kissed him.
“You… you don’t understand. And I NEED for you to understand! I…” Harris swallowed hard. “I woke up today at the Watcher House and… I didn’t remember you. I still don’t for the most part. But I did know that… something was missing. That I felt… alone. And that… that wasn’t right. And now…” He bit the edge of his lip. “And now, I… I think it was YOU I was missing...”
The vampire blinked at that, wanting to hold his human close but that hand on his cheek held him back. Xander apparently needed to say this, so he would let him. And then… he’d do everything he could to make sure that neither of them ever felt alone again. “Yeah, luv?” he said softly, “How so?”
“I don’t know,” the human moaned, the soft strokes to his penis almost derailing his train of thought, “But I think… somehow… a part of me does remember you… remembers what you say we had. And every time we… touch…” He moaned again, his head tipping back with pleasure at the gentle touches. “I think… I’m remembering more each time we’re… close… and I WANT that and I’m… afraid of it… at the same… time…” He frowned as much as he could while Spike was touching him like that. “I know… it makes… no sense…”
Spike shook his head. “Makes perfect sense, luv… you want ta remember…” he stroked that hard, lovely shaft more slowly, “But you’re afraid you might be wrong an’ you’ll end up with nothin’.”
He leaned closer, his human’s hand letting him this time. His lips found the bloke’s earlobe and he nibbled at it gently before continuing the motion down the side of his Xander’s jaw to the point of his chin. “I’m goin’ ta make you a promise, Xan…” he said quietly but sincerely. “No matter what happens, I’m not goin’ away. I’m yours, luv… ta th’ end of time.”
Harris sighed softly and dipped his head just enough to meet Spike’s lips. “I… I really like the sound of that, Spike…”
“Right, then,” Spike said with a smile, pressing another soft, slow kiss to Xander’s lips. “Can we get ta th’ shaggin’ now?”
It was the deliberately suggestive eyebrow wiggle that had Harris laughing. His arms suddenly closed around the vampire’s slightly smaller form and he rolled them on the bed, grinning down into wide blue eyes. “Definitely, Spike,” he murmured, his body throbbing once again. “Just… tell me how you want me. I… anything.”
“What would you say,” Spike asked after a moment or three of staring deep into his beloved’s eye, “If I asked you ta… ride me at a gallop til my legs buckle an’ my eyes roll up?” That particular phrase had always been one of his favourites. He had no idea of whether Faith was still alive, but the chit had had a way with words.
Harris grinned, reaching for the tiny bottle Spike had brought back from the bathroom. “I’d say… that I’m gonna squeeze you til you pop… like warm champagne,” he admitted, “Among other things.”
Spike groaned, his eyes filling with golden sparks. “Bloody hell, luv… have at it, then.”
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(A/N: AGAIN thanks to TheShadowCat for the review. :) And also to Fan Girly. Much appreciated. No new part tomorrow, but Tuesday, definitely. *grins* Thanks again!)