Healing

Part 39

About half way home Spike pulled Xander into a dark alley and pressed him against the wall. Xander closed his eyes, he could feel the weight of the vampire's body against him from the chest all the way down. It was exciting, but different from usual. Something was off about the way Spike was holding him there. He opened his eyes to see the yellow eyes of a demon staring at him. He swallowed hard and reached out to trace the pattern of his lovers scar with his fingertips.

Spike was angry, he didn't want to be but he could not hold back the feeling of rage that he felt seeing Xander kiss Wesley. He knew it was innocent and meant nothing but his demon was howling at the disrespectful actions of its intended mate. He needed to make the human understand that he belonged to him, no one else.

As Xander opened his eyes, Spike waited for the fear to assault his senses. It didn't come. Instead, he watched transfixed as the man reached out to him, tracing lightly over his scarred eyebrow and across his brow ridges. As Xander continued to pet him, Spike was able to calm the demon within and get a better grip on himself.

"Xander."

The word was spoken with such love, such longing that Xander shuddered.

"Spike, what's wrong? You're so tense, so ... "

"Mine."

Spike growled and swooped in and kissed his love possessively. Xander gave himself over to the kiss and pulled Spike closer. When they parted Xander was gasping for breath and the only thing keeping him upright was the pressure of Spike's body holding him against the wall.

"Yours. Always yours."

Spikes lips were on his again, softer this time more of a kiss than a claim as the last one had been. Xander wasn't sure exactly what was going on in his lover's head, but he did know something was wrong. They needed to get this dealt with before it got worse. Xander pulled back from the kiss.

"Spike, talk to me. What's this all about?"

"You kissed the ex-watcher. I didn't like it."

Xander had the intelligence not to laugh at the jealous vampire even though he desperately wanted to.

"Spike. I don't want Wesley. Only you, always you. I'm yours, see this?"

Xander pulled his collar down and showed Spike his mark.

"This means that I'm yours. I asked for this mark, I wanted it. I want you. Please don't be angry at me, or Wes. I didn't mean to kiss him, I was just so happy that we didn't have to stay there. I wanted to be alone with you."

Spike smirked at Xander. Seeing his mark and hearing the boy's words had gone a long way toward soothing his rage.

"Had plans for me, did you luv?"

"Oh yeah."

"What kind of plans? Tell me, what do you want to do to me?"

Xander swallowed and looked the vampire in the eye. He pulled him in and kissed him before whispering in his ear.

"I want to take you home, undress you, and lay you on the bed. I want to touch you, kiss you, taste you. I want to cover every inch of you in chocolate and lick it off your pale, smooth skin."

Spike shuddered at the mental picture Xander was painting.

"What else?"

"Hmm, I want to drive you so insane that you beg for me to take you, I want to have you writhing beneath me as I slowly thrust into you. I want to hear you howl my name as I bring you off. I want to bite you, right here."

Xander leaned in and nipped at Spike's neck.

"Mark you as mine, just as I am yours. I want to taste your blood on my lips as I cum."

Spike growled and dragged Xander out of the alley and towards their apartment building, he wanted Xander to touch him that way, to bite him, mark him. It was all he could do not to cum in his pants listening to Xander’s words, smelling his arousal, feeling his hardness pressed against him.

After a few blocks of dragging the boy, Spike gave in to his urges and scooped Xander up into arms before running towards home. Xander just laughed and held on tightly. He was just as eager to get home as Spike was.


Buffy showed Cordelia to her sister's room before heading off to bed. The past few days had been rough on her both physically and mentally. It was hard realizing that the one thing you thought you always wanted - to be normal - wasn't what you wanted after all. Buffy missed being the slayer, and all the responsibilities that went with the job.

The other thing that was bothering her was what had happened with Angel. Not so much the fact that he was with Wesley, it did freak her out some what, but it was his admission about Giles that her thrown for a loop. Angelus had entertained sexual thoughts about her watcher. Buffy tried to convince herself that it was Angel's feelings toward Giles that were bothering her, but she knew deep down it was her own confused emotions that were causing her to act out. She was mortified at the way she had behaved. Calling Angel a pervert and stomping off like a spoiled brat. She loved Angel, she always would but she knew now that theirs was a doomed relationship from the start. He is a vampire and she is a slayer. It never would have lasted.

The real problem was her feelings toward Giles. At first she thought of him as her stuffy-but-likeable watcher. Those feelings eventually deepened into a platonic love for the man who was a mentor and a friend to her, but lately she had found herself thinking of him as a man, not a watcher, a mentor, or a friend. She admitted to herself that Xander was right back in high school. What she needed was a man who knew who she was and what she did, and was okay with it. But was Giles that man?

Buffy groaned and pulled the pillow over her head. She was never going to get any sleep if she didn't stop thinking.