Introductions

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Part 34

"What the hell was THAT?" Harris demanded, his eye wide and locking on his vampire's blue. "Spike, it felt like..."

"Dunno, do I?" the blond nearly growled. "Felt... strange. Maybe just a reaction ta someone I ate, yah?"

His brow furrowed and the brunette shook his head. "Spike... babe... that wasn't... normal, okay?" He shifted closer on the couch, arms wrapping tightly around the slightly smaller man. "I... fuck, babe, it scares me."

He was caught between purring at having his beloved pressed against him again and... growling at the fear-scent pouring from that same young man. Long leather-clad arms wrapped around the much warmer form, fingers rubbing small, soothing circles on his spine. " 's alright, luv... nothin' wrong with your Spike. Whatever it was stopped, 'ey? Plain old non-beatin' heart here."

Harris still couldn't help shivering a little. "I don't... has that ever happened before? Because I'm thinking no and... okay, heart beat. Not usually something bizarre, right? But Spike..."

"Hush, pet," the vampire murmured, pulling the tanned man almost into his lap, "I'm fine, yah? An'... tell you what, Xan. We can ask 'Patia... or Trev next time he or El calls." It had been close to a week since the woman had said she'd call, after all, and... he'd pretty much given up on the notion that she ever would. The blokes, on the other hand, called at least once a day.

The brunette frowned, his face burrowing into the crook of Spike's neck. "Promise me, Spike," he demanded quietly, "Promise me there's nothing weird or wrong about what just happened. Swear it to me and I'll... try to stop worrying, okay?"

Spike nodded quickly, arching his neck against the shifting head. His hands moved slowly, one sliding to the small of his human's back as the other rose to tangle in ever-lengthening thick brown hair. "Give you my word, love... nothin's wrong, yah? Feelin’ fine. Grand, in fact. Probably WAS someone I ate." Cool lips brushed gently at the edge of one warm ear and finally he purred, hoping to comfort his Claimed.

Harris sighed, pressing closer to the loved body holding him. "You'd better be right, babe," he whispered, his lips ghosting over the scar on his love's neck, "I... I can't lose you, okay?"

"Know just what you mean, precious," Spike murmured back softly. "An' I'm never gettin' lost. Not ta you, Xan. Promise you that, too. Always goin' ta be with you." Even when you're dead and gone, he added silently.

He was still worried, but... he couldn't bring himself to voice his doubts. Not when he'd just realized that it was actually possible for him TO lose Spike, and okay, he'd known about the possibility that the vampire might be dusted some night, but... Spike was good enough that it wasn't likely.

He shook his head, wanting nothing than to be "Home... can we go home, babe? I... shit, I just..." Harris swallowed hard.

Spike nodded slowly, fingers stroking gently through the tangled hair. "Whatever you want, pet. Missed you last night, yah? Didn't sleep or anythin'. Just kept thinkin' 'bout th' look on your face when you walked off, luv... hated myself for puttin' it there." He frowned. "Never goin' ta do that again, Xan. Not for anythin'."

"Good," Harris murmured, "because if you do... well, let's just say I won't be bought off with a bunch of... really nice gifts." He lifted his head to meet sorry blue eyes. "I love them, by the way. Especially the yoo-hoo."

He chuckled, leaning close to nips his beloved's warm, full lips. "Yah... figured you'd like that, pet. Don't know how you can drink that swill."

"Watch it, babe. Yoo-hoo and ho-hos are the food of the Gods!"

Another chuckle, softer this time as Spike cupped a rough cheek. "Th' food of MY God, anyway, pet. An' you were right, Xan. We should go home. Got me some worshipin' ta do, don't I?"

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They'd left all of the 'prezzies' as Spike had called them at Trevor and Elliot's apartment-- aside from the box Spike had slipped into his coat for later-- mostly because it would have been too difficult to get them all out to the car while the sun was still out. Hell, they were lucky the car was still there, considering Spike had left it double-parked. And as Harris observed, they could always come back for his presents after dark.

Not that Spike was planning on letting his Claimed out of bed that soon, but... the bloke would figure it out for himself eventually.

Until then, he was just going to enjoy the comforting rasp of stubbled skin on skin, heat against coolness, tongues and flesh, lips and blood.

He pressed himself down harder on the long, strong body beneath him, his mouth grazing a hot, flushed cheek before sliding down to the claiming scar and nibbling at it lightly. "Luv how you taste, pet... salty-sweet an' wantin'... you're like a drug, beloved... can't get enough of you..."

Harris groaned, his cock throbbing against the equally hard one rubbing lightly over him. His hands grasped nearly roughly at smooth, cool flesh, although that flesh wasn't as cool as it had been when they'd gotten home. "Jesus... fuck, Spike... d-does that m-make me your d-dealer...?" he managed to gasp, doing his best to arch into that wonderfully toned body pinning him down.

"Dealer an' drug, luv... think I could live on nothin' but you... think I'd like ta find out..." the vampire whispered, his features shifting slowly to true. One sharp tooth scratched gently at the mark and he purred as a thin line of blood rose reluctantly to the surface.

His tongue laved slowly, the teasing bit of flavor pulling a soft, pleased growl from him. He lifted his head, his eyes gold and gleaming in the soft evening light coming through the curtains. "My Claimed," he whispered, the recent fight reminding him of how very lucky he was. "MY Claimed. My Xan... my heart an' soul. Luv you, pet... so much..."

The brunette groaned again, his hands sliding down the tensed back to take hold of rounded, toned cheeks. "Gods, Spike... you too, babe... hated being away even for a f-few hours..." His fingers flexed in those pale globes of flesh and he moaned deeply. "P-please, babe... l-love me, okay? J-just... have me!"

Blond hair flowed with Spike's nod as he lifted his torso, the action pressing their cocks together harder. He growled low and deep, one hand shifting across the soft cotton sheets to find the tube that tended to live under their pillows. "Need that, luv... ta have you. Ta show you... feel you..."

Harris nodded, swallowing hard as Spike finally rolled to the side, one slicked hand finding his cock. His eye closed at the viscous, gel-like substance was spread over his pulsing shaft with care. "G-gods, babe... I... fuck..."

The tender smile might have looked odd with the demon's features, but Spike didn't care. He simply continued to stroke his Claimed slowly, purring at each small hitched breath and whimper he heard. "Goin' ta ride you, pet... take you so deep, luv... goin' ta scream for you, Xan... beloved..."

"Jesus... f-fuck... you need to... shit, babe... g-get yourself s-slick too..." His eye was clenched shut tightly. If he had to watch his vamp with those long. elegant fingers buried deep inside his own ass, he'd blow right then and there and while he was sure Spike would find that both funny and flattering, it wasn't how Harris wanted this adventure to end. "P-please... hurry, babe... n-need you so... b-bad..."

"Not ta worry, luv," Spike murmured, only dabbing a bit of the lubricant over his hole, "Goin' ta take you in, Xan... alla you. Right now, beloved." One leg slung quickly over the tense, gorgeous and deeply tanned body beside him and his slick hand wrapped again around the turgid shaft, holding it steady as he positioned himself for the long, slow ride down.

His eye flew wide, hands flying to tight, slim hips as he felt just the tip of his cock pressing against the TOO tight hole. "S-spike! I... no! D-don't... I won't h-hurt y-y-you..."

The vampire groaned and pressed down harder, ignoring the attempt to hold him back. "Not... hurtin' me... beloved..." he gasped, a strong shiver of pleasure shimmying through his body as that thick head entered him fully with an almost audible pop. "B-brilliant," he grunted, slowly forcing himself down further, his hips rocking and shifting until he felt his beloved's heavy sac against his ass. "Bloody... perfect, luv..."

It was only the sense of pure enjoyment he felt radiating from his claimed that kept Harris from trying to stop. Not that he'd be able to, what with Spike being stronger, he admitted silently, but he still would have tried, no matter HOW good the incredible tightness felt around his cock.

As it was, though, he DID feel his vampire's pleasure through their bond, so his hands simply tightened on the pale hips, fingers digging deep enough to leave small, vaguely oval bruises on tight skin. "J-jesus FUCK, babe..." he whispered, most of his breath devoted to just staying conscious. "G-gods, Spike... s-so... good... so... t-tight..."

Long, pale fingers closed tightly on the strained biceps before him as he lifted himself slowly, pulling almost entirely from the piercing shaft before sliding just as slowly back down. "Was a virgin, luv, in every s-sense... when I w-was t-t-turned... all t-tight like th-this…" Spike groaned. "C-comes back if I... d-don't... use s-somethin'... or get b-buggered regular-l-like... an’ ‘s been… over twenty-f-four… bloody… hours…"

Harris gasped, his eye traveling down their bodies to watch his thick, ready cock disappearing into that tight, VIRGINAL hole as his vampire impaled himself fully once again. "R-remind... me... to... f-fuck you... every f-few hours, then... babe..." His fingers shifted slightly, digging deep again and a smug smile crossed his lips for a moment, seeing the bruises left behind. "M-make you m-mine... over and o-ver-r... always m-m-mine... babe..."

"Yours," Spike admitted with a growl, leaning forward slightly as he rose and fell, rose and fell, the small change pressing the small nub within him flush against his beloved's straining shaft. "N-never anything... but... yours... beloved..."

He could feel himself tightening-- and not just his sac-- as Spike rode him slow and sweet and he forced his eye away from the incredible sight of that amazing ass swallowing him whole, only to focus instead on the wide golden eyes that were growing more heated by the moment. "L-love you, Spike," he managed to moan in a rare moment of lucidity, "A-always... yours too, love..."

His spine arched, fingers harder on his Xan's arms as he gasped loudly and roughly, the thick, seeping head within him pressing wildly against that special spot as he slid down one last time, his body shaking and shivering with the unexpectedly sudden orgasm. His mouth opened and closed, unable to voice anything but a wordless and nearly mute sound as he stared into the wide brown eye and exploded wickedly over his Claimed's stomach and chest.

"S-spike!" Harris cried, his own back arching against their mattress as he arched up as much as possible, his balls throbbing and tightening further before shooting great, gushing spurts deep into the tight benediction of his vampire's bowels. "L-love... y-y-you...!" he howled, repeating the words yet again.

And as the perfect cock deep inside him bathed his innards with forceful shots of hot, rich spunk, Spike came again, thick ropes of milky fluids splashing lightly over warm, tanned skin once more before he collapsed over his human, those same fluids coating their bellies and chests as sharp teeth sank deep into the wonderful scar on his Xander's neck.

Hands released hips, moving up the pale spine to tangle in short blond hair, holding the piercing fangs closer as his own blunt, human teeth dug deep into the matching scar on his lover's neck and he drank... slowly, deeply, and with all the love, desire and wonderment he felt pouring freely through their link.

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(A/N: Thanks to Kat, Cathy (catsim) & Susan for the reviews... hope you guys liked this chapter too! *hugs* Glad you're still reading! (And thanks to Littlest Coyote by proxy. LOL))