Old Enemies... (S/X)

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Part 40

It was lucky that Spike had remembered about the lubricant he’d gotten earlier. Otherwise, Harris knew, he’d have found himself trawling the halls looking for a maid service cart and more of that conditioner.

It had taken barely a moment for him to get out of bed and dig through the bag, his brow arching at some of the other items he saw there. Spike apparently really WAS going to teach him a few things.

He was blushing yet again when he ran across the living room area to hang the ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign outside the door. The last thing he wanted or needed was for some strange English woman to wander in while he and his vampire were… busy. Hell, if she were English, she’d probably have a heart attack.

Harris was chuckling as he stepped back into the bedroom, only to stop at the beauty he saw before him. Spike. Laying on his stomach, two pillows beneath his hips. His legs were bent and splayed against the bed, his rear high and exposed completely. Long pale arms stretched out to either side of him and his head was turned on the mattress, one cheek pressed to cotton as those bright blue eyes watched him. “Gods, babe… I… if you could see how… amazing you look right now…”

Spike chuckled silently. He knew his beloved looked bloody well brilliant in this position so he supposed his Xan might share that opinion at seeing HIM that way. “You can take a picture next time, pet. Now get your bloody luvly cock over here an’ IN me, before I have ta use that paddle I know you saw in th’ bag.”

He had to take a few deep breaths as he imagined exactly what Spike could do with that same item. His cock strained, pulling as gasp from him as he opened the eye he hadn’t been aware of closing. “Jesus fuck, babe… don’t say things like that…” He moved closer to the bed, almost stalking, although he didn’t know it. His empty hand stroked slowly down from his vampire’s waist as he sat beside the stunning display, then down over one rounded and toned buttock to an equally toned thigh before it shifted, coming back up on the matching thigh, buttock, side of the waist.

His other hand opened the flip-top of the raspberry-scented lube and he held it over the sweet, deep cleft of his lover’s ass, squeezing a long flow at the top and watching as it viscously dripped its way down, finally pooling against the back of the lightly haired sac. “Gods, Spike… Spike, you’re so beautiful… and I know I keep saying that but Jesus fuck, Spike, it’s… you’re…”

“Yours, luv,” Spike groaned, the lube warming against his skin. “I’m yours…” He rocked his hips a bit, his eyes still locked on his love. “C’mon, Xan… been waitin’ so long ta feel you…”

Harris laughed quietly, the hand on Spike’s skin slowly moving to the top of his crack. His index finger slid down teasingly, collecting a large dollop of lubricant as it went, finally stopping to circle teasingly around the pale pink pucker. “Hmmm… yeah… a whole hour and a half since you got back, babe. Don’t know how you’ve managed to survive it.”

The vampire groaned, pressing back against the circling digit. “Pet, if you don’t get a move on, I’m not the one who won’t be survivin’. Consider yourself warned.”

His eye crinkled at the corner, as did the corner of the other, although differently. Harris smirked playfully. “Oh, and killing me is gonna get you shagged faster, huh? Loving the logic there.” He chuckled, then gave in when Spike started to growl softly. His finger made one more slow circle, then stabbed deep, sliding in to the second knuckle and earning him a long, needy moan.

“Xan!” Spike gasped softly, shifting back against the swirling digit within him, “Pet… c’mon, luv…” His next moan was louder as a second finger joined the first, spreading and writhing slowly within his bum. He grunted softly, twisting a bit to bump them against that tiny nodule within him.

Harris grinned, his cock seeping slightly as he managed to slide one more finger within the tight, cool channel. “That’s my Spike,” he murmured as he shifted, pulling his knees under him. “So good even around my hand… and so much better when I’m deep inside you, babe…” His fingers twitched, deliberately manipulating the vampire’s prostate just to hear him gasp. He moved slowly, raising one leg, then the other over Spike’s calf, finally positioning himself between the blond’s legs. One more squeeze of the lube bottle, this time in a long line down his own shaft, and he tossed the plastic away, slicking himself carefully as his fingers continued their slow dance within his lover.

Spike found himself breathing heavily again, as he always seemed to do with his beloved. It was some sort of a NEED, he thought, and it wasn’t from the Claim. He’d started doing it that very first moment he’d known it was Xander in that bathroom what seemed like ages ago. His ass shifted almost independently of him as he slammed himself back, trying for more depth, more touch, more… penetration. “Luv,” he began, ready to beg, to plead, to promise anything if he could only feel his Xan deep inside him again; know that they were going to be all right. “Luv…” he said again, only to start babbling sweet terms uncontrollably as he felt those fingers removed, replaced at his entrance by the broad, smooth head he needed.

His shaft was still kind of sensitive after his earlier misadventure, but that was good, Harris figured. It would serve as a reminder not to ever do that again. Besides… he’d come to realize over the last day or so that… if the idea of Spike spanking him was so enticing, then maybe he didn’t mind a bit of pain mixed in with the mind-numbing pleasure he always found with his vampire.

He smiled as he heard the slight whining tone in Spike’s voice and pulled his hand away, positioning his ready cock carefully and pressing forward, his fingers tight on Spike’s hips now. “Gods,” he groaned, pushing harder. “Spike… babe… oh… G-gods…” He gasped loudly when he felt the steady pressure pay off, letting his head pierce that tight ring, then gasped again as he slid deeper, deeper, his sac finally slapping lightly against Spike’s. The blunt burn of his tortured flesh as it was held by that tightness was… amazing.

“Luv… p-p-pet…” he moaned deeply, his hands digging deep into the sheets as he felt that long, slow slide. “P-precious… be-l-loved… Xan… l-luv… claimed… m-m-mine…” He couldn’t seem to stop, not that he really wanted to. No, all he really wanted was… “YESSSSSS…” he hissed, his cock throbbing against the pillows beneath him as his Xan pulled back, leaving only half of his shaft within him. He felt that hardness swirl within him as his love moved his hips in circles and he promptly lost the ability to speak, whimpers and grunts flying from him with abandon.

Oh, and his vampire liked that. Harris shuddered at the sensation, slamming himself flush with reckless speed. The choked scream that answered the motion made him hold those slender hips harder, his fingers digging deep as he pulled himself back from within the grasping anus and slammed deep again. “G-gods, S-Spike…” He groaned roughly, sliding back and rolling his hips again before returning fully home. “P-p-perf-fect…”

“B-bloody HELL!” Spike shouted, his hands releasing the sheets to claw up cotton until he could force his upper body away from the bed. He panted loudly on hands and knees, his head hanging down as his features shifted to true, then human, then true again repeatedly, his beloved Xan was driving so hard and deep. He’d never known a human COULD make love so forcefully, and it WAS making love, regardless of the speed and strength of it, but… maybe, he thought in a rare moment of lucidity, it was because of the claim… He howled loudly, the next deep, rough thrust rubbing that small nub within him from beginning to end. “XAN…!” he howled again.

“J-j-j-j-j-je-ssss…ssss… f-f-f-f…” he couldn’t even manage one word, much less an assortment of them. His hips moved on their own and all Harris could do was hold on to Spike and hope his lover didn’t mind the thorough battering he was getting because he couldn’t stop… couldn’t even slow down. His fingers dug deeper still into the flexing hips before him, and he knew he’d be leaving bruises behind, but… somehow he was glad. HIS vampire! HIS lover! HIS Spike! “M-m-m-mi…” Harris groaned hopelessly, still unable to form even that single word ‘mine’.

And that was when Spike opened their link fully, the overwhelming sense of ‘love-need-want-take-have-keep-love-mine-yours-together-always-mine-yours-love-never letting go’ stabbing even deeper into him than his beloved’s cock was doing. He didn’t know what his Xan was feeling in return, but it had to be good because just as he arched nearly double, a loud, shuddering scream flying from the pit of his stomach, up his throat, past vocal cords and out through his mouth, he felt his claimed pull out completely and flip him with almost vampiric speed. Less than a split second later, he felt and saw his human slam deep into him again, blunt human teeth driving fast and hard into his neck.

‘Here, now, mine, yours, full, filled, heart’s love, no other, never before Xan, never before, never again, never another, never without you, never alone, nothing but you, nothing but us, no way to stop this, want you forever, love you forever, need you forever, never alone, never alone, never alone ever again…’ In that moment, Harris had no idea of where the feelings were coming from, but he didn’t care. All that mattered was that it was exactly how he felt himself. He stabbed deep one more time, then pulled away. He needed to see his love’s face when they came, and it would be them both. He just… knew.

He flipped the vampire quickly, one arm forcing a knee up as he drove deep and unerringly into the perfect sheath of his Spike. His eye fastened on the blond’s neck and he couldn’t stop himself. He dove fast and hard at that expanse of stretched skin, his teeth breaking through with almost no effort, and as he pulled at the wound, that salty-sweet-copper taste filling his mouth, he felt the sharper teeth of his love piercing the mark on HIS neck and that was it.

Spike’s teeth dug deep without any direction from him, his cock spewing in great, violent spasms as he tasted his beloved again and felt the responding powerful spurts of thick, hot cum bathing the inner walls of his ass. His arms locked hard around his human, tongue drowned in hot, rich blood as he drank and came, came and drank… and his human did the same.

Harris would have died right then if he’d been even a little less healthy, he was sure, no other orgasm in his life ever comparing to this one. It felt like his entire life was shooting from his cock and into Spike and somehow he didn’t care. ‘Love-need-want-perfect-love-always-mine-yours-forever…’ he thought disjointedly as he continued exploding wildly and almost painfully.

Spike groaned, feeling the emotions and returning ‘never stopping, love you too much, never let you go, always yours, always mine, eternity and more, beloved, lover, claimed, never without you, my heart, my claimed, never alone… my claimed…’ His fast, greedy swallows slowed as he reveled in the sensation of being full of his love and full WITH his love, even enjoying the feeling of the thick, slick liquid between their chests.

Neither of them expected the sudden darkness that overwhelmed them, but neither of them tried to resist it, either.

They fell into the dark together, their bodies still twitching in response to their love making, and even in that darkness they were together, making their own light.
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(A/N: Thanks to TheShadowCat (twice) and Nulinka for their reviews. I really do appreciate it that you took the time. :) Another part maybe tomorrow... or Friday. Assuming I can wait that long. LOL Thanks again!)