Old Enemies... (S/X)

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Part 39

“Bloody hell, luv,” Spike groaned, watching Xander swallowing him whole, “You have no idea of how beautiful you are… all bent over, those soft lips of yours wrapped so tight around my cock…” He arched into the hot mouth, driving the last half inch slowly into his beloved’s throat. “Yeah, Xan… bloody… yeah, mate… do it just… like… unggghhh…”

Harris was smirking on the inside as he swallowed hard, his throat contracting tight around d the seeping tip of Spike’s shaft before he loosened up again and made the long pull back until that thick, pulsing head filled the cavern of his mouth. His tongue swirled rapidly, reversing directions at will as one hand gripped the hefty staff below his lips, stroking firmly. His eye darted up at the face of his kneeling lover and he moaned at the game-faced vampire’s obvious bliss. It was a bliss he shared and he was well aware of the fact that he would have blown already any number of times, just from the way Spike was moaning.

Fortunately he’d remembered about that bootlace Spike had used on him because that was the only thing that had stopped his aching body from cumming so far.

The next advance of the hot lips had Spike whimpering with the need to cum long and hard, filling his human’s mouth, throat, stomach. His hands clenched into fists as Xander swallowed around him again, over and over before easing back. “Xan, luv, pet… precious, beloved… claimed… mine…” He couldn’t seem to stop the words from pouring past sharp fangs. He felt that hand on the length of him again, his human’s tongue prodding deep into that tiny slit and he almost howled, his sac drew up so tight and hard. “B-bloody… hell… Xan! I’m goin’… ta…”

Far from warning him off, those words had Harris redoubling his efforts, his fingers moving faster, squeezing more firmly around the satin-over-steel flesh. His tongue swirled like a dervish, manipulating the foreskin wickedly as he moaned loudly, sensing that Spike was even closer. He needed this. Needed to taste his beautiful lover, feel him explode unwillingly. He needed… to know that he could do that to him. ‘Please,’ he whispered silently, ‘please, Spike… cum for me…’ His hand moved to the base of the thick, ready shaft then below, cupping the tense balls then sliding behind them to press lightly at the perineum before pressing one finger lightly against that tiny pucker between the flexing cheeks.

His entire body was shaking with the effort to hold back but then he felt those touches, that pressure, that vibrating moan, and there was no way he could stop. His fingers dug deeper into slightly shaggy thick brown hair and he howled wildly, his head thrown back, eyes gleaming golden as he tightened and thrust deeper into his Xan’s hot mouth. “LUV!” he bellowed, his back arching until his head almost met the bed, “XAN…DER!”

Harris’s eye gleamed with pure pleasure as the amazing flesh slammed to the back of his mouth. He moaned again, softly this time, as he felt the first powerful jet of thick white semen in his throat. His lips tightened around the throbbing shaft, taking it in and out a bare inch at a time as his finger worked quickly through that tight ring, driving deep. His eye closed with delight as the copious shots of fluid continued, sliding effortlessly down his throat as he continued the motion of his digit, seeking and finding that special spot.

He didn’t need to breathe, but he HAD to. His cock was wrapped in his second favourite heat and… bloody hell, he was glad he wasn’t human anymore. If he had been, the brunette would have killed him. He felt the top of his head touch the mattress and Spike thanked everything he could think of once again for vampiric flexibility as he gasped and rocked, finally spurting his last. “Bloody… hell…” he gasped, the bowed form of his body heaving as he felt his Xan’s lips slowly release him with a wet popping sound. “Bloody hell… luv… what was… that for…?”

Harris sat back, smirking as he stared at the slowly collapsing shape of his lover. “For me,” he said softly. “Because I… hell, Spike. I love it when you cum in my mouth… love the taste of you… the feel of you all heavy and wanting between my lips.” He took a deep breath, letting the air renew the flavour in his mouth. “And I love it,” he added, crawling over Spike when the other man finally straightened out on their bed, “I LOVE it that I can make you explode even when you don’t want to.”

“Only you, Xan,” Spike admitted with a small smile. “Kind of sad, really. I’m a bloody Master Vampire, yet here I am with the one and only person—human or otherwise—who can override all my strength with just a little extra effort.” He chuckled ruefully.

“You complaining?” Harris asked, pressing his body down over the slightly smaller one.

“Fuck no,” the blond said with a grin, feeling just how hot and swollen his claimed’s shaft was. “I’m luvin’ every minute of it, ta be honest. Just never had anyone suck me so good an’ so right… an’ never for close ta an hour. Was amazin’, pet. Luved it.”

“Good…” he said softly, his lips finding the scar on his vampire’s neck. “Because I’m nowhere near finished with you, babe…” He grinned at the strong shiver he felt rush through the older man’s body. His mouth nibbled and nipped slowly up the side of Spike’s neck, finding his ear and biting at the lobe before whispering low and deep. “Hell, I’ve barely even started…”

Fuck… it had been far too long since he’d heard his beloved use that tone on him… that voice. Almost four days, in fact, and… oh, Spike was glad to know that whatever had been done to his claimed, he was finding himself again. Of course, that was secondary at the moment to what that tone was promising. “Fuck, luv,” Spike moaned, his hands grasping hard at the long, thick muscles beside the other man’s spine, “Hope you never finish…”

Harris chuckled quietly, rocking against Spike’s thigh and gasping at the sharp combination of pleasure and pain in his restrained cock. “I’ll be… happy… to start again once I… do. Shit.” He rolled swiftly from his lover and swallowed roughly. “Roll over, babe… let me…”

He could see how swollen and purple his Xander’s cock was… how painful it looked. He frowned slightly, his eyes shifting from that angry-looking appendage to his beloved’s face. “Xan,” he said unhappily, “Luv, you’re hurtin’ yourself like that.”

The brunette shook his head sharply. “No, I…” he groaned and had to close his eye when one cool, pale hand reached out, touching him lightly. “Gods, Spike, don’t…”

“Hush, pet.” He still craved the deep touch of his human inside him, but there was no way he’d let the man hurt himself. “We’ll just call this an intermission, ‘ey?”

Spike didn’t wait for a reply. He simply pulled the loose ends of the tie, cupping the purpled balls gently. “Let it go, beloved… for me, yeah?”

The pain was suddenly much more present than the pleasure as his sac was touched. Harris’s entire body tensed unpleasantly as his released shaft throbbed, then ejected rough, desperate spurts across the sheets so hard he had to fight to remain conscious. As it was, he didn’t pass out but he did sob softly, trying to curl around the affected part of his anatomy. “S-s-sp…”

The vampire growled, pressing himself gently against his beloved, letting the coolness of his body soothe the pain he could feel radiating from the young man’s body. “Shh… ‘s alright, Xan. Pain’s goin’ ta pass in a minute. How long were you all trussed up, pet? You humans can’t take that for long… an’ not as tight as you tied yourself…” He growled again, stroking soft skin gently, even while he wanted nothing more than to take the man over his knee and show him just how much he wasn’t allowed to hurt himself ever again.

Harris lay there shivering, silently admitting Spike was right. He hadn’t planned on spending so long on the blow job, but the vampire had tasted so good, he hadn’t been able to resist. “G-guess I should have…”

“Let yourself cum an’ waited while you bounced back, luv?” Spike said snarkily. “You think, pet?” His hands continued their slow, soothing touches on his human’s side and arm, but his eyes were hard as they met Xander’s brown one. “You will NOT do that again, pet. If you want ta be tied, you can just say so. I’ll handle it til you know how much you can take, got it?”

The human blushed deeply and nodded, looking like an ashamed child for a moment. “I just wanted…”

“Don’t care what you wanted, Xan. Doesn’t matter.” And he meant it, too. “Meant ta do, wanted ta do…? Makes no difference. Intentions don’t count for anythin’ in this case, luv.” His eyes got even harder. “In case you missed it th’ hundred or so times it’s been said, you’re MINE, Xan. An’ I’m th’ only one what gets ta hurt what’s mine.” He nodded sharply as the other man’s eye widened. “Now, if that’s what you want, I can hurt you as much as you like. It’d make me happy ta give you what you need, no matter what it is. But you don’t get ta hurt yourself. Especially not a-purpose. Do. You. Understand.”

Harris swallowed hard, sensing how much Spike meant it. “I… yeah. But Spike, I… you need to teach me how to…” He sighed, blushing again. “Gods, I feel like a ten year old asking his parents about sex.”

The vampire chuckled as he felt the last of the severe pain ease from his love. “Bloody hell, Xan, if you were ten we’d definitely not be havin’ this conversation… an’ not while naked an’ in bed.” He pulled the young man closer, tighter against him as his lips moved to a hairsbreadth from his ear. “An’ I’m goin’ ta teach you so many things, pet… goin’ ta luv every moment, I am.”

And just like that, Harris found himself hardening again. There was a small amount of pain from his recently abused cock, but somehow it only added to his need. “Spike,” he moaned softly, “Can I... can we…”

Spike chuckled again, feeling his beloved’s shaft twitching against his stomach. “Well, well… I’d say our li’l intermission’s over, then.” He pulled his head back, features shifting to human in less than a moment. “How did you want me, pet? On my belly, wasn’t it?”