Quantum Xander II: In Wake of the Curse
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BtVS AU/AR › Slash - Male/Male › Spike(William)/Xander
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BtVS AU/AR › Slash - Male/Male › Spike(William)/Xander
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Adult ++
Chapters:
65
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20,557
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119
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~PART 42~
Part 42
The next morning, Xander was awakened to a banging on his front door. He rolled out of bed and grabbed his robe on the way to answer it. Usually the only person who came around this early in the morning was Buffy, so it had to be important. Needless to say, he was stunned to see a strange man in a brown uniform standing in the hall.
“Alexander Harris?”
“Yeah.”
“Sign here, please.”
The man thrust a clipboard and a pen at him, and he blinked sleepily. He took the proffered items on reflex and scrawled his name on the dotted line before handing it back.
“Here you go. Have a good day, sir.”
The man handed Xander a package and walked away. Xander closed the door, set the package down on the hall table and crawled back into bed. He wrapped himself around Spike’s cooler body and drifted off to sleep.
He was in the park. The sun was shining and he was sitting on a checkered blanket, a picnic basket beside him. He could feel his mate’s body nestled against his back and he sighed softly and rested fully against him.
“No beach this time?”
“Hey, love. Thought you might like a change of scenery.”
“Mmm, Spike. Missed you. Don’t care where we are, as long as you’re here.”
“I missed you too.”
“Why haven’t you come sooner? I sleep every night, you know.”
Spike chuckled and kissed Xander lightly.
“I know. I wanted to give you and him some time to adjust. Things are drawing close, love. It’s almost time.”
“I know. I can’t wait to see you again - for real.”
“Me too, Xan.”
“I’ve done things, strange things. I’m not the same as you remember.”
“I know, love. I know everything that happened. I’m always with you, even when you can’t see me, I can see you, feel you, hear you. I’m always with you, love. I told you I’d never leave you, and I never did.”
“The whole time? You’ve been here - seen and heard everything?”
“Everything. Now don’t go blushing. I enjoyed watching. Very much so. You have no idea how hot you are, how unbelievably sexy you can be. Watching as you kiss him, touch him, taste him… Fuck Xan, I can’t tell you how hard I get. I can’t wait until it’s my turn again. I miss feeling you inside me. I miss filling you up, sliding into you oh-so-slowly and making you beg for more.”
Xander groaned at the words being whispered so seductively into his ear. It had been far too long since he had been with this Spike, and he wanted so badly to feel him again, feel him do all of those things that he was saying.
“God, Spike. Touch me? Please.”
“Always love, always.
There were no clothes to get in the way as Spike’s hands came around and roamed greedily over Xander’s chest. He pulled and plucked at small brown nipples until they were hard little points. One hand drifted lower to stroke lightly over his cock and balls while the other trailed tiny circles over the two small puncture scars on his throat.
“I can’t wait to mark you again, love; sink my fangs into your sweet flesh and make you mine all over again. Will you scream for me, Xander, scream for me the way you did for him? I loved that; it was so fucking hot, watching him as he took you hard and fast. Wanna do that myself, plunge into you and ride you hard, taste your blood, make you scream.”
“Yes. God yes! Oh fuck, Spike. Please.”
The hand on his cock began to move with more purpose now and Xander bucked into the grip. He was so desperate to cum, but he wanted more. He wanted to feel his mate inside him.
“Spike, in me, please, in me. Need you; fuck, want you so bad.”
“Yeah love, you beg so pretty. Turn around, Xan. Ride my cock. Let me see you.”
Xander didn’t need to be asked twice. He quickly spun and straddled his mate’s thighs before kissing him deeply. He was so glad that he didn’t need lube or stretching while in this dream state and quickly impaled himself on Spike’s thick shaft.
“Fucking hell, Xander. Yeah, like that love. Ride me.”
Xander was too close to take things slow, he set a brutal rhythm; riding Spike hard and fast. He watched as Spike went into game face and his yellow eyes rolled back in his head.
“Fuck, Spike. Gonna cum, can’t wait, haf’ta cum now.”
“Yeah love, cum for me; I wanna watch you.”
Spike grabbed Xander’s cock and tugged it. Xander arched and came with such force that it painted Spike’s face and neck. He felt Spike release himself into his body, the cool splash of his cum coating his insides.
Spike licked his lips, tasting Xander’s pleasure. He watched as Xander’s eyes darkened in lust once again and chuckled at him.
“Mmm, love. You taste good.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
Spike pulled Xander down and kissed him deeply, sharing the flavor of his release with him. He wanted nothing more than to roll them over and pound into him again and again. He eased away from the kiss and smiled as Xander tried to capture his lips again.
“Christ, pet. I want you so bad.”
“Have me, take me. Please.”
“Can’t love. No time. You have to wake up.”
“I don’t want to. Why do I have to?”
Spike shook his head fondly and sat up, taking Xander with him.
“Don’t you want to know what’s in that package, love?”
“Wha… Huh? Package? What package?”
“The package on the hall table, the one you signed for this morning? The one from China?”
“China? Shit! Spike! It’s the gherystic! I can do the spell!”
“Yeah, Xan. You can. So, you still wanna stay here or do you want to wake up and bring me home to you?”
Xander kissed Spike quickly and hugged him tight.
“I wanna wake up now. I want to hold you in the real world.”
“Good.”
“Um, how exactly do I wake up?”
Spike smiled and kissed Xander again.
“You just do, love. You just do.”
Xander opened his eyes and looked around his bedroom. He grinned and leapt out of bed. He didn’t even bother with the robe - just ran out to the front room naked and grabbed the package off the table. He tore it open and whooped with happiness.
Spike had woken up when Xander leapt out of bed. He grabbed his jeans off the floor and pulled them up over his hips; he didn’t bother to do them up. He was halfway to the living room when he heard Xander shout out loud. He peeked around the wall and saw him holding the container of dried gherystic plant. He sighed to himself, painted on a cheery smile and walked out to the front room.
“That the thing you were waiting for, love?”
“Yep! I have everything I need now.”
Spike shook his head at Xander.
“Not everything, Xan. You still haven’t taken my blood.”
Spike held out his wrist to Xander and waited. Waited to be bled, to be cast aside, to be forgotten. Regardless of what the boy had said, Spike couldn’t believe that he’d still be wanted once the other Spike was here.
Xander took Spike’s hand, turned it over and placed a soft kiss on his wrist.
“I do love you, Spike. Whether you believe me or not, I’m not going to forget about you just because he’s back. I promise.”
“I know, pet; I believe you.”
Xander shook his head sadly; he could see the misery on his mate’s face, even behind the fake cheeriness. He wished that Spike could believe him, but knew that he would have to prove to him that he loved and wanted him for himself - not because he was a convenient stand-in.
“Liar. Come on, breakfast first, bloodletting second.”
The next morning, Xander was awakened to a banging on his front door. He rolled out of bed and grabbed his robe on the way to answer it. Usually the only person who came around this early in the morning was Buffy, so it had to be important. Needless to say, he was stunned to see a strange man in a brown uniform standing in the hall.
“Alexander Harris?”
“Yeah.”
“Sign here, please.”
The man thrust a clipboard and a pen at him, and he blinked sleepily. He took the proffered items on reflex and scrawled his name on the dotted line before handing it back.
“Here you go. Have a good day, sir.”
The man handed Xander a package and walked away. Xander closed the door, set the package down on the hall table and crawled back into bed. He wrapped himself around Spike’s cooler body and drifted off to sleep.
He was in the park. The sun was shining and he was sitting on a checkered blanket, a picnic basket beside him. He could feel his mate’s body nestled against his back and he sighed softly and rested fully against him.
“No beach this time?”
“Hey, love. Thought you might like a change of scenery.”
“Mmm, Spike. Missed you. Don’t care where we are, as long as you’re here.”
“I missed you too.”
“Why haven’t you come sooner? I sleep every night, you know.”
Spike chuckled and kissed Xander lightly.
“I know. I wanted to give you and him some time to adjust. Things are drawing close, love. It’s almost time.”
“I know. I can’t wait to see you again - for real.”
“Me too, Xan.”
“I’ve done things, strange things. I’m not the same as you remember.”
“I know, love. I know everything that happened. I’m always with you, even when you can’t see me, I can see you, feel you, hear you. I’m always with you, love. I told you I’d never leave you, and I never did.”
“The whole time? You’ve been here - seen and heard everything?”
“Everything. Now don’t go blushing. I enjoyed watching. Very much so. You have no idea how hot you are, how unbelievably sexy you can be. Watching as you kiss him, touch him, taste him… Fuck Xan, I can’t tell you how hard I get. I can’t wait until it’s my turn again. I miss feeling you inside me. I miss filling you up, sliding into you oh-so-slowly and making you beg for more.”
Xander groaned at the words being whispered so seductively into his ear. It had been far too long since he had been with this Spike, and he wanted so badly to feel him again, feel him do all of those things that he was saying.
“God, Spike. Touch me? Please.”
“Always love, always.
There were no clothes to get in the way as Spike’s hands came around and roamed greedily over Xander’s chest. He pulled and plucked at small brown nipples until they were hard little points. One hand drifted lower to stroke lightly over his cock and balls while the other trailed tiny circles over the two small puncture scars on his throat.
“I can’t wait to mark you again, love; sink my fangs into your sweet flesh and make you mine all over again. Will you scream for me, Xander, scream for me the way you did for him? I loved that; it was so fucking hot, watching him as he took you hard and fast. Wanna do that myself, plunge into you and ride you hard, taste your blood, make you scream.”
“Yes. God yes! Oh fuck, Spike. Please.”
The hand on his cock began to move with more purpose now and Xander bucked into the grip. He was so desperate to cum, but he wanted more. He wanted to feel his mate inside him.
“Spike, in me, please, in me. Need you; fuck, want you so bad.”
“Yeah love, you beg so pretty. Turn around, Xan. Ride my cock. Let me see you.”
Xander didn’t need to be asked twice. He quickly spun and straddled his mate’s thighs before kissing him deeply. He was so glad that he didn’t need lube or stretching while in this dream state and quickly impaled himself on Spike’s thick shaft.
“Fucking hell, Xander. Yeah, like that love. Ride me.”
Xander was too close to take things slow, he set a brutal rhythm; riding Spike hard and fast. He watched as Spike went into game face and his yellow eyes rolled back in his head.
“Fuck, Spike. Gonna cum, can’t wait, haf’ta cum now.”
“Yeah love, cum for me; I wanna watch you.”
Spike grabbed Xander’s cock and tugged it. Xander arched and came with such force that it painted Spike’s face and neck. He felt Spike release himself into his body, the cool splash of his cum coating his insides.
Spike licked his lips, tasting Xander’s pleasure. He watched as Xander’s eyes darkened in lust once again and chuckled at him.
“Mmm, love. You taste good.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
Spike pulled Xander down and kissed him deeply, sharing the flavor of his release with him. He wanted nothing more than to roll them over and pound into him again and again. He eased away from the kiss and smiled as Xander tried to capture his lips again.
“Christ, pet. I want you so bad.”
“Have me, take me. Please.”
“Can’t love. No time. You have to wake up.”
“I don’t want to. Why do I have to?”
Spike shook his head fondly and sat up, taking Xander with him.
“Don’t you want to know what’s in that package, love?”
“Wha… Huh? Package? What package?”
“The package on the hall table, the one you signed for this morning? The one from China?”
“China? Shit! Spike! It’s the gherystic! I can do the spell!”
“Yeah, Xan. You can. So, you still wanna stay here or do you want to wake up and bring me home to you?”
Xander kissed Spike quickly and hugged him tight.
“I wanna wake up now. I want to hold you in the real world.”
“Good.”
“Um, how exactly do I wake up?”
Spike smiled and kissed Xander again.
“You just do, love. You just do.”
Xander opened his eyes and looked around his bedroom. He grinned and leapt out of bed. He didn’t even bother with the robe - just ran out to the front room naked and grabbed the package off the table. He tore it open and whooped with happiness.
Spike had woken up when Xander leapt out of bed. He grabbed his jeans off the floor and pulled them up over his hips; he didn’t bother to do them up. He was halfway to the living room when he heard Xander shout out loud. He peeked around the wall and saw him holding the container of dried gherystic plant. He sighed to himself, painted on a cheery smile and walked out to the front room.
“That the thing you were waiting for, love?”
“Yep! I have everything I need now.”
Spike shook his head at Xander.
“Not everything, Xan. You still haven’t taken my blood.”
Spike held out his wrist to Xander and waited. Waited to be bled, to be cast aside, to be forgotten. Regardless of what the boy had said, Spike couldn’t believe that he’d still be wanted once the other Spike was here.
Xander took Spike’s hand, turned it over and placed a soft kiss on his wrist.
“I do love you, Spike. Whether you believe me or not, I’m not going to forget about you just because he’s back. I promise.”
“I know, pet; I believe you.”
Xander shook his head sadly; he could see the misery on his mate’s face, even behind the fake cheeriness. He wished that Spike could believe him, but knew that he would have to prove to him that he loved and wanted him for himself - not because he was a convenient stand-in.
“Liar. Come on, breakfast first, bloodletting second.”