Old Enemies... (S/X)
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Old Enemies Part 38
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Part 38
He’d felt his claimed when he’d opened the link. Felt his desire to be touched, to be held… felt his love swirling over him.
It had been all Spike could do to grab the last few items he was in the store for and have them rung up.
By the time the credit card had gone through and the slip was offered for his signature, the vampire had been all but vibrating to get back to the hotel.
He sincerely hoped his beloved had eaten because he was going to need his strength.
“Back ta th’ hotel,” he ordered the limo driver, relaxing as much as he could with the sensation of his Xan wanting him, missing him. It was lucky that the hotel had had a car and driver available, he knew. Then again, he’d hired their most expensive honeymoon suite for two weeks, so he got some perks. And it was a good thing because neither he nor his claimed had crossed the pond with more than the clothes on their backs.
So he’d bought them both some things to wear, his eye more geared towards what he’d want to see his beloved in than what his Xan might get for himself, but that was fine. He had a feeling he could talk the younger man into just about anything if he set his mind to it.
Of course, his claimed could also manipulate him with just one obviously fake frown, so they were on even ground. It was the first time Spike had ever had a relationship where he was neither the whip-er nor the whip-ee, and it was… Well, he didn’t know what, but he wasn’t going to lose it. He couldn’t, after all. Claimed was Claimed, and Claimed was forever.
One long-fingered elegant hand dipped into the bag from the store he’d just left, stroking over the packaging of one of the many items there. He smiled wickedly, wanting to introduce his beloved to some new things. Apparently his claimed had been a bit less adventurous than he’d thought, judging by his reaction to the butt-plug Spike had removed from himself the night before.
It was time to change that.
He focused on the sensations he could feel from his love, then sighed softly when he realized the man was falling asleep.
That was okay, though… just meant he could wake his Xan in the best possible way… again. And he even had four bottles of differently flavoured self-heating lubricants. Those should last them a day or two, Spike figured.
* * * * *
He waited just long enough to go through the shopping bags and put the bags of blood in the mini fridge. Most of the things he’d bought stayed where they were, the only exception being the shopping bag from the last store.
Even that bag ended up on the floor, though, when he stepped into the bedroom and saw his claimed laying there asleep. He hadn’t ever seen his Xan without the eye patch. Not since the same night that bastard had taken the eye to begin with and Spike figured that didn’t count.
He found himself perched on the side of the bed facing the bloke, one hand reaching out to stroke soft fingers against skin. A small smile creased his lips when he saw the tan lines from patch and strap, only to fade as he noticed the slightly red irritation, as well.
Then again, he figured his human didn’t usually sleep with the thing on. He’d probably only been doing it when he was with Spike and… that bothered him. How could his love think he’d care about a little thing like a missing eye? That was such a minor thing to him that he hadn’t even considered it as an issue, but obviously it was.
Spike frowned deeply, even as he pulled his hand back and stood, quickly shedding his clothes before sliding carefully back into the bed. He lay on his side, propping his head up with one hand as the other stroked slowly up and down Xander’s torso, ghosting over small, tightening nipples and smooth, tanned flesh.
His head dipped, lips pressing lightly to the lid of the good eye before moving to his beloved’s forehead. He traced the pale, pink-edged line within the tan slowly with his tongue, hoping to sooth both the irritation and his love’s spirit as he followed that mark to the other eye. “Love you, pet,” he whispered, his top leg covering Xander’s closer one as he pressed himself closer to the human.
* * * * *
It was a perfect transition from sleeping to wakefulness. Spike was back, and was beside him… Harris would have purred if he’d known how, but as he couldn’t, he simply mumbled softly and contentedly for a moment. Until he felt the soft, cool lips against his empty socket.
“Gods, I… I’m sorry, I…” His hand searched the pillows frantically, trying to find the missing eye patch. “You don’t have to… don’t, Spike, please!”
“Hush… hush, luv,” Spike murmured, “Want to, don’t I?” He laid a gentle kiss on the lid covering the empty socket, his arm and leg holding the man’s body still when he would have moved away. “Xander… pet… stop, luv. Don’t… don’t do this…” It took a bare moment to shift himself, laying fully atop his beloved and staring into his face. “Don’t you get it, Xan? Doesn’t matter ta me. Luv you. YOU. An’ that’s more than just your outsides, alright?”
Xander swallowed hard, still wanting his eye patch back. “Spike…” he tried to say, his voice choked and trembling.
The vampire smiled softly and shook his head. “Luv… if this is goin’ ta work, you need ta accept that there’s nothin’ about you that isn’t perfect ta me.” He lowered his lips the scant few inches, placing soft, wet kisses around the empty socket. “Know how you lost this, pet. Was there, wasn’t I?” His hands moved to hold his human’s head gently. “Don’t know why you’re shamed by it, though. It was war, yeah?”
Spike sighed as his love’s good eye closed. “Xan… that git tossed me AN’ th’ bloody Slayer about like soddin’ feathers in a strong wind. Killed more than one of th’ chits. He was bloody well STRONG… nothin’ you could have done other than die, what with bein’ just human an’ all.” He growled at the idea, then kissed the young man’s lips harshly. “But you didn’t, luv,” he continued after a moment, “You lost an eye but you lived, pet! An’ knowin’… how an’ why you lost it just makes you that much more stunnin’ ta me…”
Harris wanted to believe it. He really, really wanted to. But this was different from that man Collins seeing him like this. This was SPIKE and… Gods, he knew what he looked like without the patch on. He couldn’t imagine anyone as gorgeous as the vampire wanting to look at that… ugliness. His head shook despairingly. “I… I’m not, Spike. I… maybe if I’d never… met Caleb, I could have turned into someone… stunning for you, but… like this? I’m… fuck, Spike. I’m damaged goods and you know it.” He sighed softly. “I… I need my patch, Spike. It makes me more…”
The vampire growled again, his fingers digging into his human’s skull angrily. “You’re wrong,” he grated, “Told you before, precious. Luved you after the eye was gone. Luved you every minute of every day after I came back. Would have come for you if I’d had any thought that you could still be alive, even knowin’ you could never want a demon like me, even with a soul of my very own.”
“But… Gods! I DO want you, Spike! You’re… YOU! And I don’t care about the whole demon thing, you KNOW I don’t! It’s just… it’s a part of you and if you weren’t a vampire, I never would have known you, never would have had the chance to LOVE you, and…” his voice trailed off as he opened his eye and saw Spike nodding, a smug smile on his lips. “And… that’s exactly your point, isn’t it?”
White blond hair shone softly in the dim light of the room. “You see, luv? Knew you were a right smart bloke,” he said softly, dropping his lips to caress the younger man’s face, returning again and again to the socket in question. “Never would have seen you, luv, known what you had inside you—your strength, your courage… your great heart—if you hadn’t shown everyone once that eye was gone. I don’t see it as makin’ you ‘damaged goods’, Xander. I only see it as… makin’ you mine.”
And the voice was so sincere… so full of love and need and such a desire to make him understand, that all Harris could do was swallow hard. He gave his love a shaky smile and wrapped his arms around him, pulling him down hard to his chest. “I… Gods, Spike. I wish I could promise to always believe that. I mean, right now I believe it because you said it so… well, but…”
The vampire chuckled quietly, rubbing his cheek against his claimed’s shoulder. “ ‘s alright, beloved… I’ll just have ta make a point of remindin’ you whenever you need it.” He purred softly, shifting his hips against his Xan’s, soft shafts rubbing gently against each other and growing harder by the moment. “Just never stop believin’ I luv you, right? Not again. Anythin’ else, we can deal with.”
Harris moaned softly, his hands sliding firmly up and down the long, sensual spine. “Yeah, I… that I can promise you, babe… I don’t think I could ever forget again. I…” he smiled a little uncertainly, “I can… feel you. I don’t know how or why, but when I try, I can… FEEL you. Feel your… love…”
“Good, pet,” Spike murmured, lifting his head as he pressed harder against the thickening shaft beneath him. “Because I can feel you, too. ‘s how I knew what was botherin’ you, after all.” Lips curled, lowering to the scarred neck, tongue sliding slowly over fragrant skin. “Now, enough with th’ talkin’, precious. Was just away from you for almost three bleedin’ hours. Need you ta remind me of how good you do me, luv… missed you so bloody much.”
And that was one demand Harris had no problem acceding to. He’d missed his vampire, too.
Part 38
He’d felt his claimed when he’d opened the link. Felt his desire to be touched, to be held… felt his love swirling over him.
It had been all Spike could do to grab the last few items he was in the store for and have them rung up.
By the time the credit card had gone through and the slip was offered for his signature, the vampire had been all but vibrating to get back to the hotel.
He sincerely hoped his beloved had eaten because he was going to need his strength.
“Back ta th’ hotel,” he ordered the limo driver, relaxing as much as he could with the sensation of his Xan wanting him, missing him. It was lucky that the hotel had had a car and driver available, he knew. Then again, he’d hired their most expensive honeymoon suite for two weeks, so he got some perks. And it was a good thing because neither he nor his claimed had crossed the pond with more than the clothes on their backs.
So he’d bought them both some things to wear, his eye more geared towards what he’d want to see his beloved in than what his Xan might get for himself, but that was fine. He had a feeling he could talk the younger man into just about anything if he set his mind to it.
Of course, his claimed could also manipulate him with just one obviously fake frown, so they were on even ground. It was the first time Spike had ever had a relationship where he was neither the whip-er nor the whip-ee, and it was… Well, he didn’t know what, but he wasn’t going to lose it. He couldn’t, after all. Claimed was Claimed, and Claimed was forever.
One long-fingered elegant hand dipped into the bag from the store he’d just left, stroking over the packaging of one of the many items there. He smiled wickedly, wanting to introduce his beloved to some new things. Apparently his claimed had been a bit less adventurous than he’d thought, judging by his reaction to the butt-plug Spike had removed from himself the night before.
It was time to change that.
He focused on the sensations he could feel from his love, then sighed softly when he realized the man was falling asleep.
That was okay, though… just meant he could wake his Xan in the best possible way… again. And he even had four bottles of differently flavoured self-heating lubricants. Those should last them a day or two, Spike figured.
* * * * *
He waited just long enough to go through the shopping bags and put the bags of blood in the mini fridge. Most of the things he’d bought stayed where they were, the only exception being the shopping bag from the last store.
Even that bag ended up on the floor, though, when he stepped into the bedroom and saw his claimed laying there asleep. He hadn’t ever seen his Xan without the eye patch. Not since the same night that bastard had taken the eye to begin with and Spike figured that didn’t count.
He found himself perched on the side of the bed facing the bloke, one hand reaching out to stroke soft fingers against skin. A small smile creased his lips when he saw the tan lines from patch and strap, only to fade as he noticed the slightly red irritation, as well.
Then again, he figured his human didn’t usually sleep with the thing on. He’d probably only been doing it when he was with Spike and… that bothered him. How could his love think he’d care about a little thing like a missing eye? That was such a minor thing to him that he hadn’t even considered it as an issue, but obviously it was.
Spike frowned deeply, even as he pulled his hand back and stood, quickly shedding his clothes before sliding carefully back into the bed. He lay on his side, propping his head up with one hand as the other stroked slowly up and down Xander’s torso, ghosting over small, tightening nipples and smooth, tanned flesh.
His head dipped, lips pressing lightly to the lid of the good eye before moving to his beloved’s forehead. He traced the pale, pink-edged line within the tan slowly with his tongue, hoping to sooth both the irritation and his love’s spirit as he followed that mark to the other eye. “Love you, pet,” he whispered, his top leg covering Xander’s closer one as he pressed himself closer to the human.
* * * * *
It was a perfect transition from sleeping to wakefulness. Spike was back, and was beside him… Harris would have purred if he’d known how, but as he couldn’t, he simply mumbled softly and contentedly for a moment. Until he felt the soft, cool lips against his empty socket.
“Gods, I… I’m sorry, I…” His hand searched the pillows frantically, trying to find the missing eye patch. “You don’t have to… don’t, Spike, please!”
“Hush… hush, luv,” Spike murmured, “Want to, don’t I?” He laid a gentle kiss on the lid covering the empty socket, his arm and leg holding the man’s body still when he would have moved away. “Xander… pet… stop, luv. Don’t… don’t do this…” It took a bare moment to shift himself, laying fully atop his beloved and staring into his face. “Don’t you get it, Xan? Doesn’t matter ta me. Luv you. YOU. An’ that’s more than just your outsides, alright?”
Xander swallowed hard, still wanting his eye patch back. “Spike…” he tried to say, his voice choked and trembling.
The vampire smiled softly and shook his head. “Luv… if this is goin’ ta work, you need ta accept that there’s nothin’ about you that isn’t perfect ta me.” He lowered his lips the scant few inches, placing soft, wet kisses around the empty socket. “Know how you lost this, pet. Was there, wasn’t I?” His hands moved to hold his human’s head gently. “Don’t know why you’re shamed by it, though. It was war, yeah?”
Spike sighed as his love’s good eye closed. “Xan… that git tossed me AN’ th’ bloody Slayer about like soddin’ feathers in a strong wind. Killed more than one of th’ chits. He was bloody well STRONG… nothin’ you could have done other than die, what with bein’ just human an’ all.” He growled at the idea, then kissed the young man’s lips harshly. “But you didn’t, luv,” he continued after a moment, “You lost an eye but you lived, pet! An’ knowin’… how an’ why you lost it just makes you that much more stunnin’ ta me…”
Harris wanted to believe it. He really, really wanted to. But this was different from that man Collins seeing him like this. This was SPIKE and… Gods, he knew what he looked like without the patch on. He couldn’t imagine anyone as gorgeous as the vampire wanting to look at that… ugliness. His head shook despairingly. “I… I’m not, Spike. I… maybe if I’d never… met Caleb, I could have turned into someone… stunning for you, but… like this? I’m… fuck, Spike. I’m damaged goods and you know it.” He sighed softly. “I… I need my patch, Spike. It makes me more…”
The vampire growled again, his fingers digging into his human’s skull angrily. “You’re wrong,” he grated, “Told you before, precious. Luved you after the eye was gone. Luved you every minute of every day after I came back. Would have come for you if I’d had any thought that you could still be alive, even knowin’ you could never want a demon like me, even with a soul of my very own.”
“But… Gods! I DO want you, Spike! You’re… YOU! And I don’t care about the whole demon thing, you KNOW I don’t! It’s just… it’s a part of you and if you weren’t a vampire, I never would have known you, never would have had the chance to LOVE you, and…” his voice trailed off as he opened his eye and saw Spike nodding, a smug smile on his lips. “And… that’s exactly your point, isn’t it?”
White blond hair shone softly in the dim light of the room. “You see, luv? Knew you were a right smart bloke,” he said softly, dropping his lips to caress the younger man’s face, returning again and again to the socket in question. “Never would have seen you, luv, known what you had inside you—your strength, your courage… your great heart—if you hadn’t shown everyone once that eye was gone. I don’t see it as makin’ you ‘damaged goods’, Xander. I only see it as… makin’ you mine.”
And the voice was so sincere… so full of love and need and such a desire to make him understand, that all Harris could do was swallow hard. He gave his love a shaky smile and wrapped his arms around him, pulling him down hard to his chest. “I… Gods, Spike. I wish I could promise to always believe that. I mean, right now I believe it because you said it so… well, but…”
The vampire chuckled quietly, rubbing his cheek against his claimed’s shoulder. “ ‘s alright, beloved… I’ll just have ta make a point of remindin’ you whenever you need it.” He purred softly, shifting his hips against his Xan’s, soft shafts rubbing gently against each other and growing harder by the moment. “Just never stop believin’ I luv you, right? Not again. Anythin’ else, we can deal with.”
Harris moaned softly, his hands sliding firmly up and down the long, sensual spine. “Yeah, I… that I can promise you, babe… I don’t think I could ever forget again. I…” he smiled a little uncertainly, “I can… feel you. I don’t know how or why, but when I try, I can… FEEL you. Feel your… love…”
“Good, pet,” Spike murmured, lifting his head as he pressed harder against the thickening shaft beneath him. “Because I can feel you, too. ‘s how I knew what was botherin’ you, after all.” Lips curled, lowering to the scarred neck, tongue sliding slowly over fragrant skin. “Now, enough with th’ talkin’, precious. Was just away from you for almost three bleedin’ hours. Need you ta remind me of how good you do me, luv… missed you so bloody much.”
And that was one demand Harris had no problem acceding to. He’d missed his vampire, too.