All I Need...

Okay, I was having trouble with posting here for a long while, what with the server changes and so on, so finally I just gave up.

However, tonight I checked and everything is back to being (so far)reliable and easy, so... I know I left a few people hanging by not posting the rest of this fic here. Hopefully, this will remedy that situation.

So very sorry, all, and I hope there's still some interest in this story.

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DISCLAIMER: I have no rights-- meaning ZERO-- to the characters owned by Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy and whomever else has a slice of the Buffy/Angel pies. This is written purely for fun and not for any profit whatsoever.

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Part 36

If Xander was going to be honest—which he wasn’t planning on doing anywhere but inside his and Spike’s room—he would admit that the idea of Giles being… attracted to Fran was entirely squick-worthy. The Watcher had at least thirty years on the young Slayer, after all. But then again, Fran really was unusually mature, so…

“Nope,” he muttered, “Still having a wiggins, here.”

The vampire laughed, shaking his head against his bloke’s chest before raising himself on one elbow to look down into slightly green-tinged brown eyes. “Don’t know why, luv… or are ya forgettin’ that I’m more than a hundred years older than ya?” He smirked. “If there’s any cradle robbin’ goin’ on amongst our old gang, I’m bettin’ I win, yah?”

The brunette’s eyes rolled, much as his body did in pinning the pale, toned form beneath him. “That’s different, baby,” he said silkily. “You’re different. This is Giles we’re talking about. And Fran! And… isn’t it some kind of conflict of interest or something for Giles to be trying to… get the hook up with one of his Slayers? I mean, it’s kinda… creepy.”

Spike snorted, bucking against the bed and rolling them to its center again as he straddled his primal’s solid waist and shook his head. “Pet. Rupert’s not a bleedin’ pedophile. Ya know it an’ I know it. Tried ta send the girl away until she’d be legal, didn’t he? An’ that tells me he’s just as bloody well disturbed about his feelin’s as ya are. Point is, th’ chit’s here, not in Essex; not at bleedin’ Watcher’s Central; an’ definitely not gracin’ Ripper’s bed. Besides,” he continued, nails scraping lightly over tanned nipples, “Girl’s older than her date of birth makes her, yah? Think she can make her own choices. An’ if she chooses your pseudo-Dad, you’re goin’ ta smile, give her a hug an’ wish her happy.”

“But…”

“No ‘buts’, Xan. Not when you’re gettin’ shagged all regular-like by a bloke what’s old enough ta be young Rupert’s Grand-dad, yah?”

And there was something equally squick-worthy about his lover repeatedly reminding him that but for that pesky demon inside him, he’d have been long dead and gone to earth—ashes to ashes and dust to dust…

‘Don’t care,’ the hyena muttered insistently to him, ‘Let Father have the cub. Our WillSpike won’t care about it then.’

‘He will so,’ Xander muttered silently. ‘Ours likes her. Like… like ours likes our Dawny. Just not as much.’

And finally, the brunette realized, he’d found a referent that his beast understood. That it was a bizarre combination of emotions including child, sister and friend was irrelevant. The hyena would accept Fran as pack now, rather than rival.

Of course, that still left Spike’s latest question to answer, and “Shit,” Xander groaned, “Can you please stop reminding me that you were around when dinosaurs walked the earth?”

It was the sudden laughter in his Xan’s eyes that had the vampire laughing, too. “Means I’m older an’ wiser, don’t it?” he purred, fingers twisting at the tiny male nubs now. “Guess ya need ta listen ta me, pet. Pay attention an’ learn at th’ feet of th’ Master, so ta speak.”

Xander groaned, his back arching into the pinching, teasing touches. “Fuck, baby… if you’re gonna do that, can we please not talk about Giles and Fran anymore…?”

Actually, his bloke had a point. There was something a bit… off… about discussing them while naked and in bed. Spike shivered slightly then nodded, his hands stilling as he leaned down, pressing his lips hard to the full, warm ones of his primal.

“Who…?” he whispered, just before pressing his tongue demandingly to the crease covering even white teeth.

God, he could kiss Spike for hours. Had done, actually, on many an occasion. Those pale, soft lips were always so incredibly mobile, so responsive, and sometimes that was enough.

Hell, he couldn’t even begin to count the number of times he and his vampire had sat on the couch, all tangled together and just… kissed. Softly, roughly, slowly, desperately… each time was different and still perfect and was clearly to be enjoyed at length.

This wasn’t one of those times, he reminded himself quickly, because… well, no couch. No clothes. No inane whatever playing on the TV… and no patience, either, Xander admitted, hands sliding wantonly over cool skin.

One hand finally settled in Spike’s hair, holding those perfect lips to his own as he ate at his love’s mouth, devouring it as though it was a very ripe, juicy and interactive peach… and he groaned into the wet cavern as his own imagery made him shiver.

Oh, this was more like it, Spike thought, his body writhing sinuously on his bloke’s heated form. All that soft, tanned skin spread out beneath him, those tasty lips against his… that hard, seeping shaft sliding up between his legs, the length stroking his perineum while the ridge of the head brushed back and forth, back and forth against the underside of his sac…

“Xanderrr…” he moaned softly, dragging his mouth away for a moment and meeting slitted, needy eyes, “Bloody hell, pet… need ya, don’t I? Need ya, luv; need ta feel ya, yah…?”

The formerly human man snarled softly and nodded. “Gonna feel me, baby… but first…” his fingers tightened in short bleached hair, yanking his vampire’s head back, and he was admiring the arched cords and stretched tendons there even as his other hand left Spike’s ribs and slipped between their bodies, fingers ghosting over hard shaft, seeping slit, receding foreskin. “First,” he growled low and deep, “I want to see you cum, love…”

His own hands on his Xander’s shoulders, his head still held back… his spine arching as his hips pulsed forward into the hot touches around his cock…? Oh, yeah, Spike was in Heaven. Add in the eyes he could feel watching him, and… “W-won’t take l-long, p-pet…” he groaned, the sensation of his bloke’s shaft still sliding, sliding, teasing him and combining with the barely-there fingers on his own shaft to make him pant wildly.

“Cum for me,” Xander ordered roughly, fingers tightening and moving faster, harder, while his eyes traveled possessively over every inch of visible skin, finally locking on that seeping head. “Now!”

And just like that, his sac was tight, tighter… so high and ready that it almost hurt. And then he felt that wonderful shaft slide again, the wet tip nudging him roughly, and… “X-xan-dddderrrr….” Spike howled, his back arching more while thick, rich spurts of cool seed exploded from him, the hand on his cock pointing them to hot skin.

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The thick spunk would have to be enough, Xander and his hyena agreed, because watching, smelling, feeling ‘theirs’ erupt that way had pretty much removed the possibility of moving from their spot—even as far as the side of the bed and the drawer there.

He released the still-twitching shaft in his hand, his fingers quickly gathering slick fluids and moving behind the collapsing vampire.

One digit slid in quickly and easily, Spike’s tiny hole accepting it readily, and a second joined it a moment or three later as Xander spoke.

“God, baby… Jesus… so fucking beautiful when you cum…” He growled softly, blunt teeth nipping almost roughly at the neck that had been displayed so wonderfully for him mere moments earlier. “Love watching you, Spike…”

A third finger pressed against the stretching opening, then made its way in accompanied by a soft grunt from the basking blond. The digits began to move faster-- spreading, twisting, crooking within that tight haven.

“Love seeing you like that; love knowing I can make you beg,” the brunette went on, biting just a bit harder at the vampire’s throat. “And you want to beg, don’t you, baby?” he murmured confidently. “You want to beg me to push into you, fill you, fuck you… make you yell my name. Don’t you, love; don’t you, Spike? Want me to be so deep and hard in you; want me to cum so many times that when we leave this room even the non-demons will be able to smell me on you… Tell me, baby. Tell me what you want.”

And bloody fucking hell, his bloke knew him so well.

“Y-yah…” Spike finally managed to gasp, feeling his primal’s heartbeat in the thick, ready shaft still trapped between his legs. His neck arched slightly, pressing white skin harder against even whiter teeth. “W-want y-ya ta b-bite me, t-too, pet…”

Thick tanned fingers moved faster still, carefully avoiding the pleasure point that was so easily found. “Y-yeah,” Xander groaned. “The b-biting wasn’t optional, Spike. Need to… fuck, baby, I need to taste you tonight. I… hell, I… mine,” he snarled, although he wasn’t sure of why it was so important all of a sudden when it hadn’t been such a pressing matter a few minutes earlier. “Mine,” he snarled again.

As that was entirely true, Spike didn’t even bother to try arguing. He simply levered himself up an inch or so and pressed back on the questing fingers. “Show me, luv,” he managed to moan before the hand in his hair dragged his mouth back to his bloke’s lips.

‘Show ours,’ the hyena crowed silently. ‘Want to show ours!’

And in that moment, Xander did something he hadn’t done—deliberately-- since that night in the trees.

He set his beast free.

He set his beast free with the being they both loved more than any other in the world and hoped—hoped—that he knew what he was doing… and that the hyena did, too.

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Empty eyes became less so, some unidentifiable emotion gathering for a bare moment before Illyria dropped the pages on what had once been Wesley’s desk.

“I do not understand,” the one-time God stated slowly, watching the young brunette almost curiously. “If you are to do this thing, your shell will not…”

“Yes, I rather know that already, don’t I?” Fran interrupted, silently cursing the circumstances that had her talking to Illyria, of all ‘people’, about her plan. Of course, there hadn’t been any other choice.

Angel obviously had no idea of what to do for Xander and Spike, or he would have done something already, and Wesley… well, the former Watcher would possibly have been quite useful if he weren’t dead, but he was.

Besides, Fran told herself, even if the large, moody vampire had seen and understood the ritual she was going to perform, he probably would have tried to stop her. There was no such problem with the ‘shell’ of Fred.

“It’s somewhat irrelevant, isn’t it?” the Slayer continued, spreading the papers out as she would a deck of cards. “I’ve made my decision. Your only involvement in this is to tell me whether this is feasible… and if so, where I’m likely to be undisturbed for the duration.”

One thing Illyria was certain of was that she would never understand humans. Or mortals, rather. Most of them seemed determined to retain their existence for as long as possible, fighting a losing battle, as she well knew.

And yet this one. This Fran.

“The Old One will not be pleased with this action. You are to defend it. It is not logical that you will be able to do so if your shell expires.”

Fran sighed. “Daw… the Old One is aware of this plan, Illyria,” she said honestly. Dawn did know about the ritual. She simply didn’t know how it would end for Fran. “And she has other defenders, as I’m sure you know. Yourself, for one.”

And that was factual, although the small bits of Fred still within her were railing against the whole idea.

“Yes,” the former Hell God agreed, nodding after a moment, “It is as you say. My pet has been infected by this… ‘love’ you speak of and will not become himself again until things are settled between him and his own pet. That you will cease to exist is a reasonable price for his return to his usual self, as I am more suited to protecting the Old One than you are. Yes. I will assist you.”

“Lovely,” Fran muttered. “No self-interest there.” She chuckled softly. “Right, then,” she said louder, meeting the once more empty eyes, “I’ll need a secure location, and… any idea of where I can get a amphora of descent? The rest is easy enough.”

Her head cocked mechanically as Illyria considered. “I will acquire this item. As for the location, I believe I am well aware of one which will suit. Leave me now. Inquire tomorrow.”

The brunette snorted. “A bit on the abrupt side, aren’t you?”

Eyes narrowed slightly, becoming slits of nearly vacant blue. “I see no need to pretend to interest. You are inconsequential and soon to be absent.”

“Lovely,” Fran muttered again as she left the office, feeling oddly comforted by the fact that her new… partner in crime, she supposed… seemed almost eager for her to succeed.

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It was getting harder and harder to ignore Angelus’ prodding. It was made worse by the fact that somehow, somewhere, his demon had discovered subtlety.

At least, Angel hoped it was the demon who was filling his few sleeping hours with images of Xander Harris naked and hot beneath him, tanned skin stretched tight by the restraints the boy begged him to fasten ‘tighter… Gods, Angel, tighter, please…’.

It had to be the demon, he told himself with a groan, even as his fingers stroked slowly over his own aching flesh, pinching budded nipples before moving lower, one hand wrapping around his throbbing shaft while the other slipped a bit farther, cupping heavy balls.

His eyes closed again, remembering the latest dream’s particulars.

The restrains, pleaded for so nicely… the boy’s hips rising, making room for the pillow being slid beneath them… the round, paler cheeks of Harris’s ass in the low lighting… that tiny, pinkish-red hole flexing visibly as the first line of thick, viscous gel was applied to the spread crack…

“Shit,” Angel whispered, licking dry lips as his hands moved a little faster on his cock, “that ass…”

That ass, indeed… and that hole glistening with lube, then opening so easily to his fingers—first one, sliding deep then pulling back when the boy moaned yearningly…

Two fingers next, pushing in almost as smoothly though earning a louder groan as they thrust gently, spreading slightly and working the slick liquid into the grasping, hungry channel…

One more digit, and more begging then. ‘Please… please, Angel, fuck me! Fuck me, Angel… come on, I know you want to. Gods, please, Angel!’

He could hear himself panting into the still air of his empty room, but somehow he just didn’t care. Angelus was going to pay for the dreams later, though… he’d find a way somehow.

“God, yes, Harris. Fuck you so hard…” he growled softly, still focusing on the visions in his mind.

The boy’s spine even looked dejected when he pulled his thick fingers from his ass. Then it bowed slightly as Angel shifted and pressed his seeping tip to that stretched opening.

“Shhhh… quiet, boy,” the vampire whispered, his fingers wrapping harder around his cock, fist moving faster as he rolled and squeezed his sac in his other palm, “Such a pretty little sub for me, Harris. Can’t wait to fuck you. Such a pretty ass, boy…”

He watched himself push harder, felt his own hips moving back and forth, head slipping in just a bit further each time.

‘Angel…’ the boy begged, ‘Now… do it now… Gods, I want you to fuck me. Never felt anything like your big, hard penis… cock. Cock.’

And the boy cried when he finally thrust fully in, in one long, hard slide.

“God, he’d be so fucking tight,” Angel groaned, rocking between his mattress and his own firm grip. “And Spike…”

Yeah… he looked over and Spike was there.

Just standing there naked, watching him fuck the boy.

‘Take him, Angel. Show him how good it is when you use that big hard cock of yours. Do it, Sire. Fuck the boy. Then fuck me, too… missed feeling you in me, luv. Want your big hard prick. Split me open, Sire, after you’ve finished with the boy.’

His eyes flew wide, staring blindly at the ceiling as his hands proved to be too much when combined with his dreams—Angelus’ dreams, he barely managed to remind himself—and jetted forceful shots of cool seed over his own fingers and stomach and chest.

‘I’ll find a way to make you pay for that,’ he growled at his demon a moment or ten later. ‘Harris is Spike’s and I don’t want him!’

The demon snorted, his mental voice sounding amused. ‘Yeah, soulboy. Because a dream about fucking the boy all soft and slow—with lube!—just screams me, right?’ Angelus snorted. ‘I’d fuck the boy hard and dry. And believe me, I’d never imagine Spike telling me to fuck him next. He’d be tied down next to Xander. And gagged, just to stop his fucking whining.’

“Oh… shit,” Angel groaned, suddenly more full of self-loathing than usual.

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The last thing he’d been expecting was for his beast to take their lover so gently; especially with as desperate as the hyena had been to possess ‘theirs’. And yet, that was exactly what his other-self had done.

He’d taken Spike slowly, pressing the always-tempting hole down on his cock, carefully controlling both speed and force until the vampire was spread wide around his shaft, the flexible ring of muscle barely twitching, the action had been so tender.

That Xander hadn’t come back to himself to find Spike pinned beneath him, those long, pale legs over his shoulders or around Spike’s ears had been equally shocking to him, but no… when his beast had receded, satisfied that ‘theirs’ had been marked with scent and teeth and small bruises, the blond had still been perched atop him, although Xander had been sitting up and those strong legs had been around his waist while Spike’s teeth were buried deep in his throat and it was…

“Bliss,” he groaned, still lapping softly at the deep bite his own teeth had made. “Gods, baby… he… fuck, he loves you so much…”

Spike growled softly, taking one more deep pull of his love’s thick, rich blood before pulling back reluctantly.

“Mmmm… ya back then, pet?” he murmured, hands leaving his bloke’s broad shoulders to stroke longish dark hair possessively.

Xander felt himself flushing slightly and nodded. “Y-yeah… um, sorry about that, baby. I… he wanted… and I… shit.”

The vampire laughed then, fingers wrapping in the brown silk and tugging lightly until barely-green brown eyes finally met his own.

“Luv,” he said bluntly, blue sparkling just a bit with golden sparks, “don’t mind, do I? Could have stopped ya. Him. Whatever. Figure…” Spike chuckled and shrugged a bit sheepishly, “Figure he—it—‘s a part of ya, yah? Felt… bloody hell. Ya always make me howl, don’t ya? Doesn’t seem ta matter if’n it’s ya or your hyena.”

Dark hair swayed slightly as Xander dropped his head slightly, once again laving the new bite slowly. “He wanted to mark you again, love… and I couldn’t tell him no.”

His own eyes watched, becoming slightly sad as the bite he’d given his bloke healed completely within minutes. “Wanted ta do th’ same, pet,” was all he said, though.

As much as Xander wanted to tell Spike what he’d managed to drag out of Fran the night before, he just couldn’t. Not yet. He wouldn’t be able to stand it if Spike got hopeful before he was positive… and he’d never bear it if he had to watch the hope die in his vampire’s eyes.

No, he wasn’t going to tell him.

Not until they were sure it would work.

“You did, Spike,” he answered, trying to sound as fulfilled as he truly was. “Felt it, baby… felt you. Your teeth, love, so sharp, so deep in my neck…” He shivered slightly with pure pleasure at just the remembering. “Your lips sealed against my skin, tongue sliding over the bite… God, Spike, it was… fucking awesome. Uh, you know. In the ‘made me full of awe’ sense…”

And even though the vampire swallowed a sigh while he purred and wrapped himself tighter around his Primal, he was still happy to know that his Xander enjoyed the repeated attempts to mark him permanently.

“Ya know, luv,” he muttered against the pounding pulse beneath his lips, “Not goin’ ta stop bitin’ ya even when we do find a way ta make ya scar…”

The brunette grinned and slowly rolled them onto their sides, one hand sliding up silken-skinned ribs, then over one shoulder, up the side of a long, alabaster neck and finally settling to stroke platinum hair back slowly. “Shit, Spike… best news I’ve had in…” His brow furrowed for a moment, then he grinned again. “In however many minutes it’s been since the last time you said you love me.”

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tbc...