Old Enemies... (S/X)

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Part 32

“That’s it, luv,” Spike whispered, “Loosen yourself up… you can see how big I am, pet… don’t want ta hurt you…”

Harris groaned softly, two of his fingers buried deep in his own ass as he lay beside Spike, his bottom pointed towards the other man’s face. “Don’t care… if you do… Spike… anything to… feel you…” he managed to say, his fingers angling a bit until he brushed that small nodule. He gasped, his body flexing slightly.

“No, Xan,” Spike admonished on a groan as he stroked himself in time with the bloke’s motions, “Don’t touch that. That’s my job… an’ I luv my job, mate…”

Hr groaned again, almost unable to keep his fingers from that spot, but… if that was what Spike wanted, that was what the vampire would get. “Gods… Spike… I want… so much…”

Spike’s throat worked once, twice, before he was able to speak again. “I know, beloved… but you need ta trust me. One more finger, Xan… want ta see it…” he groaned. His sac was already tight but he could hold on. His love was going to ride him and… if he sat up beneath him and offered his neck to the human, who was to know that he’d orchestrated it that way? Other than himself… and his Xander, when and if the bloke ever got his full memories back. As it was, Spike figured he was lucky the human remembered as much as he did. Could have been worse. MUCH worse.

Harris gasped, shivering slightly as he used a bit more of the surprisingly slick conditioner to coat his ring finger. He passed the bottle to Spike for safekeeping and keened softly as he tried to work that now-slick finger into his anus with the first two. “Gods… Spike, I… I don’t think it’ll…” he blushed.

The vampire sat up, placing one hand firmly on the young man’s stomach. “It will, Xan… seen it before, you know.” He smiled and wrapped the fingers of his other hand around his human’s cock, rubbing gently. “Fits a treat… just takes a bit of… effort,” he admitted, groaning as he watched. “Bloody hell…”

Harris gasped and groaned, doing his best. “I… I can’t…” He sobbed softly. “I wish… I could, but…”

Spike smiled a bit, leaning over further to kiss his love. “Pet… let me. Much as I luv watchin’ you do that… I think you’re tryin’ too hard.” He heard the soft squelching noise as Xander pulled his fingers out and smiled. “I’m bettin’ you just need ta be distracted, pet…”

Harris really hoped that was true. But it must be. If he’d had Spike inside him before, he must be able to stretch that far. He just couldn’t believe it somehow. Hell, it had been hard enough to take Elliot at first, and his best friend was a good inch shorter and probably half an inch less in diameter. And somehow thinking about Elliot right then was SO wrong. Harris shuddered and focused on Spike. “Di-distract me… then…”

Spike slicked up his own fingers, sliding them to Xander’s now vacant hole. As he slid the first two in, thanks to the loosening already done, his mouth skimmed down the human’s skin, lips finally wrapping around that seeping cock again. He chuckled silently, feeling his beloved arch into his mouth, and that was when he worked the third finger inside.

His fingers spread willfully and he let his tongue press hard against the thick vein, then the head of his love’s cock whenever the bloke started to squirm from something other than pleasure. Yeah… his Xan had just needed a bit of distraction.

The vampire redoubled his efforts as he let a fourth finger join the other three. He felt his Xan tense up and sucked harder, letting the hard nail bed of his little finger scrape across that nub within his claimed.

He felt Xander’s balls tightening and pulled his mouth from the blissful cock reluctantly, gazing at his beloved’s face. “How’s that feel, Xan…? Good?” His fingers writhed slowly within the stretched anus, avoiding that one spot again.

He was gonna die. He was totally gonna just die from denied orgasm. He could picture the autopsy report. ‘Cause of death: Orgasmus Interruptus’. “Fuck! Why’d you STOP?” he demanded, his body heaving with need.

Spike chuckled. “Because, luv… you’ve got FOUR fingers in your bum, an’ that’s enough ta let you ride me. Or would you rather just cum without?” It was an option, after all. Not that it would stop him from making love to his claimed, but…

Harris blushed again, hotly. “No!” he almost shouted. “Oh, Gods, NO! Want to… you… in me, and…”

“Hush, pet,” Spike smirked, lying back down against the bed. He pulled his fingers from his human’s ass and quickly slicked his cock with the other bottle of conditioner. “I’m right here, luv… an’ I can’t wait ta feel you swallowin’ me whole with that amazin’ ass of yours.” He nodded, one hand still rubbing the viscous cream-like substance up and down, up and down. “C’mon, Xan… been wantin’ this for… fuck, forever, even if it’s only been two soddin’ days. Still feels like forever, pet… please, luv… want ta feel you sinkin’ down on me, envelopin’ me in your tight heat… an’ you’re th’ tightest thing I’ve ever known—bloke OR chit! Even th’ virgins I took before the soul had nothin’ on you…”

Harris couldn’t decide whether to laugh or frown at the reminder of his vampire’s evil phase. In the end, he decided to do neither. That was then. This was… “Now,” he groaned, somehow managing to get up and turn before swinging his leg over the vampire’s groin. He positioned himself carefully, letting the slick head of that cool, hard cock find its way to his opening.

He shifted a bit more, just to be sure he was perched properly, then let his knees slide farther apart, Spike’s body between them as he sank down slowly, his eye going wide as the huge, swollen head pressed against his opening.

“Gods… Spike… I can’t…”

Strong, relentless hands gripped his hips, forcing the slow descent further. “You can, luv… know you can… here…” One hand released his hip, stroking slowly at his shaft.

Harris groaned, the burn still there but lessened by the skillful manipulation of his most sensitive organ. “Fuck!” he cried, pressing back. “Spike…”

Spike gasped, the sound echoed by his love as his thick head passed through that tight ring. He pulled the man down harder but still gently, reveling in every slow inch gained before releasing his Xan’s cock and lifting him again. “There, luv… I’m in. Not so bad, is it…?” He reversed the motion, sliding just a bit deeper this time, his cock rubbing hard against that hidden nodule.

Harris’s eye rolled back. He could barely even think, he was so full of Spike. It felt… familiar. Right. Still, he couldn’t ignore that voice. He gathered breath to speak only to lose it as Spike slid deeper. “Y-y-you… l-l-love me…” was all he could say as he fought the urge to cum long and hard, holding himself up solely with his hands pressed hard against the vampire’s chest.

“Ta th’ length an’ breadth of my bein’, luv… beyond th’ end of time an’ th’ end of th’ world,” he whispered, raising and lowering his Xan again and again until his beloved’s ass was resting flush against his base. “Bloody hell, luv… always feels deeper when you ride me…”

“Feels,” Harris said on a gasp, “Like you’re… Gods…! Like you’re buried… in… my… heart… my soul…” and something about those words seemed familiar, too. He groaned, not willing to lift himself yet. Instead he shifted his hips back and forth, groaning every time Spike’s cock rubbed hard against his prostate. “Oh, fuck… Spike… I… I love you… so much…”

Spike’s eyes were slitted, gazing at his beloved as the man rode him slowly home. “Remember that, do you?” he mumbled, his own hips shifting to increase the pressure against his claimed’s gland. “Or is this somethin’… new…?” he groaned low and deep, the shifting somehow just as exciting as the up and down had been. “I’m so deep in you, luv… so deep, so hard… can feel you tight around me, feel your body beggin’ for me, pet, beggin’ for more…”

His hands grasped Xander’s hips again, shifting him faster, his cock slamming back and forth inside that blissful hole. “Tell me, luv… tell me…” He rocked his hips back into the bed, then up HARD into his beloved as he sat up, wrapping his arms around Xander, his hands curving over the tops of his shoulders. “Tell me what you WANT, luv,” he demanded roughly.

“THIS!” Harris shouted, not caring if the people in the other rooms could hear him. “This,” he said again as his mouth found the scar on Spike’s neck and pierced flesh, a strong and happy moan springing from him as he tasted the vampire again… for the first time.

Spikes eyes flashed to gold in a moment, his teeth sharp and needy. He shifted slightly, his cock still buried deep in his Xan’s ass as his teeth struck home. He groaned wildly, sure he couldn’t hold back but willing to try. He would have warned his love but there was no way he was willing to pull away from his neck. Not now… not ever.

Harris felt the teeth in his skin and it felt… right. More than right, it felt… needed, desired, wished for. He moaned softly, still taking in the pure essence of SPIKE as he rocked harder, his sac tight and ready… but he wouldn’t cum. Not until his lover did. He could control himself THAT much, anyway.

Spike, on the other hand, couldn’t. He was tasting his beloved , and his Xan had his teeth in his NECK! His cock was planted in that hot, tight hole to the root and…

He growled low and deep, his hips thrusting up once, twice, three more times. Then once more as he shivered and exploded strong, hard shots of cum into his beloved’s perfect, clenching hole.

Harris gasped against Spike’s neck as he felt the slightly cool jism wash his insides. He rose up a bit then slammed himself down on the hard, pulsing cock, arching wildly as his own shaft swelled more then began shooting long ropes of semen over their chests messily. He didn’t care, though. He was too busy drinking… and being drank. He felt so… complete.

“Spike,” he moaned, his lips coated with salty-sweet blood. “Spike…”

The vampire growled, his cock throbbing within the hot velvet tightness. “Mine now, Xan,” he whispered, tongue lapping slowly at the reopened wound. “Mine forever, luv…”

And all Harris could do was nod, his hips rocking slowly on the still hard shaft. “Always,” he agreed, small flashes of memory coming to him like pictures seen for a split second before switching to a new image. His teeth returned to the pierced skin, taking in more of that thick rich fluid as the pictures flowed faster, finally forming a seamless whole.

“And you…” he mumbled against soft, pale skin, “You’re mine…”

“Yours… yeah, yours, luv… never goin’ ta be anyone else’s.”

“I know,” Harris whispered wonderingly, and he did know.

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(A/N: Okay, I couldn't wait til Tuesday. *grins* Thanks yet AGAIN to TheShadowCat and RemityGirl for their reviews. *hugs* More tomorrow, I think. *winks*)