Old Enemies... (S/X)
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Old Enemies Part 44
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Part 44
Harris found himself waking suddenly and painfully. His back arched hard and his eye opened wide, staring unseeingly at the ceiling as something… broke… in his head. He screamed betrayal and fury as the memories—the stolen memories—fully integrated into the bits he’d been able to recall.
It all flooded in, even things he was sure he’d forgotten before the SPELL was cast. He remembered it all now…
Including the way his so-called friends had drugged him, kidnapped him, and made him forget the most important thing in the world to him… and he remembered how happy they’d sounded to do it, too.
“They had no RIGHT!” he screamed, his body shaking with anger. “They had NO right!”
And suddenly there was a pair of strong, cool arms wrapped around him from behind, a chiseled chest pressed hard to his back… a strong chin on his shoulder, soft lips at his ear.
“Luv… luv, you’re goin’ ta scare th’ neighbors,” was what Spike said, not mentioning to his beloved that he’d already scared the bloody fuck out of HIM. He held the man closer, sure his Xan would tell him what the hell was going on in due time. He had a sneaking suspicion that he already knew, but it would be better to be sure.
His arms covered the ones around him and Harris forced himself to take slow, deep breaths. Spike was right, after all. There was no point in freaking out the other guests, especially when one of them might get it into their head to call security. “I… shit,” he finally said, still furious over what had been done to him.
The vampire let out a small sigh of relief and nipped Xander’s neck lightly, laving the bite mark soothingly. “So what’s all this, then?” he murmured, inhaling the musk and sweat and cum scent of his beloved as his tongue danced slowly over skin. “You goin’ ta share, pet?”
It was almost impossible to stay angry when Spike was doing that and Harris wanted to stay angry. Then he felt Spike’s human teeth scraping lightly over the mark and he sighed, losing the righteous fury bit by bit. “It… it was Willow,” he finally said softly. “Her and Buffy. They made me… Gods, Spike, they made me forget you! Forget… this!” And suddenly he almost wanted to cry.
The blond sighed softly, rubbing his cheek against his human’s shoulder. “Knew that, luv… knew it th’ second I heard you say you didn’t know me.” He growled quietly. “Hated that, Xan… Findin’ my own claimed an’ you didn’t even know who th’ bloody hell I was. Decided right then ta remind you.”
The brunette smiled a bit at that, leaning back into the tight hold his vampire had on him. “You did a bang up job of it, too,” he said, a tiny chuckle leaving his lips.
Spike smirked. “Yah, well… you did a good bit of bangin’ yourself, luv… shagged me unconscious, you did.”
He knew he’d be pissed off again just as soon as Spike wasn’t holding him this way, but that was fine. He SHOULD be mad. Just… not when he was being cherished this way, and definitely not when the ones he was angry with weren’t even nearby. He sighed deeply, letting Spike pull him back down onto the bed. “Yeah, um… sorry about that, babe. I… I don’t know what happened, but…” His eye glazed as he remembered slamming hard and deep into that amazingly tight ass… drinking from Spike, being drank from… and that was when one simple word came back to him. He’d heard it, felt it inside, but without his full memories he hadn’t understood what it meant, and…
“Claimed?” Harris demanded, pulling away from the long, cool shape of his lover. He rolled over, staring at the slightly sheepish expression on Spike’s face. “You CLAIMED me? Damn it, Spike! You could have asked!”
The vampire shrugged and lay back completely, one arm thrown up over his head. “Could have,” he agreed, “Didn’t, though. An’ I’m not sorry, Xan. If we hadn’t been at least partly claimed before you disappeared, never would have known you were in trouble, would I? Would have seemed like you’d just… gone home an’ forgot all about your Spike… left me ta rot in loneliness an’ misery, yeah? An’ ‘s not like you didn’t claim me right back, you git.”
The words sounded unrepentant enough to be true, but… Harris could still FEEL the other man. And the rough, deep sensation of ‘never leave, never lose you, can’t be alone, can’t be without you, sorry, glad, did what I had to, never alone, never again’ completely belied the tone. His vampire… his Spike… truly thought he could leave? That he ever would? And… he’d claimed HIM, too? How… when… and had he meant to…?
Spike watched the swiftly changing expressions on his beloved’s face then moaned softly, arching his back just a little against the mattress. He turned his head slightly, giving his Xan a better look at the scar on his neck. “Claimed me right an’ proper, you did, luv… didn’t even have ta ask. But I’m guessin’ you remember that now.” He arched a brow and licked his lips. “Bitin’ inta me, thinkin’ how you loved me, how you never wanted ta lose me… Yah, luv… you claimed me, alright… just like I did ta you.”
Harris cocked his head a little, gazing at the appealing picture his love presented lying there. A smile started to twitch at the corners of his mouth and he let it form completely. “Gods, Spike, I know you’re gorgeous but do you have to be so over the top about it?” He leaned in, placing one nipping kiss to the scar he’d given the blond as he concentrated on ‘mine-yours-always-forever-never leaving-never going-always right here-always with you-mine-yours-yours-mine-my heart-my soul-yours’. He wasn’t sure the vampire got it for a moment; then he ceased to wonder as that long, toned form was suddenly on him, holding him, pressing him into the bed and kissing him roughly, needily, lovingly.
He’d figure out what to do about Buffy and Willow later, Harris decided. Right then, he had more… pressing matters to attend to, the first of which was impressed against his stomach and seeping slightly on his skin.
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“Gods,” Harris sighed nearly an hour later as his lover… Claimed, he reminded himself… pulled that amazing cock from his ass slowly. “Have I told you how much I love you lately?”
Spike chuckled, straightening his human’s legs before draping himself over the warm body like a cool, heavy blanket. “Not in th’ last three minutes, pet… though I have no doubt th’ entire floor knows it by now, you were yellin’ it out so loud.” He smirked as his Xander blushed a bit, letting his tongue trace slowly over the small lines at the corner of the good brown eye. “Luv it that you don’t mind sayin’ it, Xan… that you seem ta want me ta know…”
Harris laughed quietly, his hands leaving the bed to rub softly up and down the silken spine of his vampire’s strong back. “Jesus fuck, Spike,” he murmured, his lips tracing each ridge and valley of the other man’s true face, “After… not knowing, even for a couple of days, do you really think I could stand NOT to tell you every chance I get?” He shook his head slightly, holding the vampire tighter upon him. “Shit, babe… I want to just take you back to New York and lock us away in that amazing apartment of yours and… show you over and over again just how much I DO love you.” A wicked grin spread over his lips slowly. “Besides, I think that might be the best place for my… lessons.”
“Bloody hell,” the blond growled, pressing himself down harder on his beloved’s graceful body. “Almost forgot about that. We’ll have ta schedule that in, precious.” He frowned suddenly, knowing that they couldn’t go home until there were some confrontations, and maybe not even then if he had his way. “But speakin’ of lessons, luv…”
His good eye closed in an effort to ignore what Spike was saying so subtly—for him. “I don’t want to think about that yet, babe… okay? Maybe… maybe later.”
Spike sighed, wishing he could agree. “ ‘s not okay, Xan. Can’t move forward if we don’t deal with th’ past, yah? I’d love ta just stay in bed with you forever, doin’ nothin’ but shaggin’ an’ talkin’ an’ holdin’ each other, but… ‘s not goin’ ta happen. Not ‘til we deal with your bleedin’ friends.”
His frown was purely reflexive. He knew Spike was right but that didn’t mean he had to like it. “Fine,” he said after a moment. “As soon as it’s dark out, we’ll go. Um… if you don’t… do you mind… um, will you…” He sighed, hating that he sounded so needy. “Come with me?” he asked hopefully, entirely unprepared for the sudden laugh.
“You really think I’d let you wander off on your own, luv?” Spike asked, still laughing. “After what happened th’ last time I let you out of my sight? Not. Bloody. Likely.”
“Good point,” was all Harris could find to say. “I… I’m glad. I really don’t want to go there alone.” He swallowed hard at the thought.
The vampire smiled softly, his lips finding the swiftly healing reopened bite on his claimed’s neck. “Never alone, pet… never again. My word on that, ‘ey? You’re mine. Goin’ ta look after you.”
“Yours…” the brunette whimpered agreeably, hoping sunset would wait a while. He’d have to be angry again then and… right at that moment, he just wanted to be… fulfilled.
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(A/N: Yes, I am evil and a tease and did I mention EVIL? :P Thanks to Remity Girl, TheShadowCat, Nulinka and E for reviewing; as always, you guys rock. As for Trevor, well... in the course of this little fic, I realized that his story is far and away too much fun to be glossed over. Thus, the sequel to the sequel I'm currently writing will deal with that in part. *grins* Yes, children, that means you have to wait. And before anyone grumps about it, refer to the beginning of this A/N. EVIL. TEASE. Enough said. *snerk* And thanks again!)
Part 44
Harris found himself waking suddenly and painfully. His back arched hard and his eye opened wide, staring unseeingly at the ceiling as something… broke… in his head. He screamed betrayal and fury as the memories—the stolen memories—fully integrated into the bits he’d been able to recall.
It all flooded in, even things he was sure he’d forgotten before the SPELL was cast. He remembered it all now…
Including the way his so-called friends had drugged him, kidnapped him, and made him forget the most important thing in the world to him… and he remembered how happy they’d sounded to do it, too.
“They had no RIGHT!” he screamed, his body shaking with anger. “They had NO right!”
And suddenly there was a pair of strong, cool arms wrapped around him from behind, a chiseled chest pressed hard to his back… a strong chin on his shoulder, soft lips at his ear.
“Luv… luv, you’re goin’ ta scare th’ neighbors,” was what Spike said, not mentioning to his beloved that he’d already scared the bloody fuck out of HIM. He held the man closer, sure his Xan would tell him what the hell was going on in due time. He had a sneaking suspicion that he already knew, but it would be better to be sure.
His arms covered the ones around him and Harris forced himself to take slow, deep breaths. Spike was right, after all. There was no point in freaking out the other guests, especially when one of them might get it into their head to call security. “I… shit,” he finally said, still furious over what had been done to him.
The vampire let out a small sigh of relief and nipped Xander’s neck lightly, laving the bite mark soothingly. “So what’s all this, then?” he murmured, inhaling the musk and sweat and cum scent of his beloved as his tongue danced slowly over skin. “You goin’ ta share, pet?”
It was almost impossible to stay angry when Spike was doing that and Harris wanted to stay angry. Then he felt Spike’s human teeth scraping lightly over the mark and he sighed, losing the righteous fury bit by bit. “It… it was Willow,” he finally said softly. “Her and Buffy. They made me… Gods, Spike, they made me forget you! Forget… this!” And suddenly he almost wanted to cry.
The blond sighed softly, rubbing his cheek against his human’s shoulder. “Knew that, luv… knew it th’ second I heard you say you didn’t know me.” He growled quietly. “Hated that, Xan… Findin’ my own claimed an’ you didn’t even know who th’ bloody hell I was. Decided right then ta remind you.”
The brunette smiled a bit at that, leaning back into the tight hold his vampire had on him. “You did a bang up job of it, too,” he said, a tiny chuckle leaving his lips.
Spike smirked. “Yah, well… you did a good bit of bangin’ yourself, luv… shagged me unconscious, you did.”
He knew he’d be pissed off again just as soon as Spike wasn’t holding him this way, but that was fine. He SHOULD be mad. Just… not when he was being cherished this way, and definitely not when the ones he was angry with weren’t even nearby. He sighed deeply, letting Spike pull him back down onto the bed. “Yeah, um… sorry about that, babe. I… I don’t know what happened, but…” His eye glazed as he remembered slamming hard and deep into that amazingly tight ass… drinking from Spike, being drank from… and that was when one simple word came back to him. He’d heard it, felt it inside, but without his full memories he hadn’t understood what it meant, and…
“Claimed?” Harris demanded, pulling away from the long, cool shape of his lover. He rolled over, staring at the slightly sheepish expression on Spike’s face. “You CLAIMED me? Damn it, Spike! You could have asked!”
The vampire shrugged and lay back completely, one arm thrown up over his head. “Could have,” he agreed, “Didn’t, though. An’ I’m not sorry, Xan. If we hadn’t been at least partly claimed before you disappeared, never would have known you were in trouble, would I? Would have seemed like you’d just… gone home an’ forgot all about your Spike… left me ta rot in loneliness an’ misery, yeah? An’ ‘s not like you didn’t claim me right back, you git.”
The words sounded unrepentant enough to be true, but… Harris could still FEEL the other man. And the rough, deep sensation of ‘never leave, never lose you, can’t be alone, can’t be without you, sorry, glad, did what I had to, never alone, never again’ completely belied the tone. His vampire… his Spike… truly thought he could leave? That he ever would? And… he’d claimed HIM, too? How… when… and had he meant to…?
Spike watched the swiftly changing expressions on his beloved’s face then moaned softly, arching his back just a little against the mattress. He turned his head slightly, giving his Xan a better look at the scar on his neck. “Claimed me right an’ proper, you did, luv… didn’t even have ta ask. But I’m guessin’ you remember that now.” He arched a brow and licked his lips. “Bitin’ inta me, thinkin’ how you loved me, how you never wanted ta lose me… Yah, luv… you claimed me, alright… just like I did ta you.”
Harris cocked his head a little, gazing at the appealing picture his love presented lying there. A smile started to twitch at the corners of his mouth and he let it form completely. “Gods, Spike, I know you’re gorgeous but do you have to be so over the top about it?” He leaned in, placing one nipping kiss to the scar he’d given the blond as he concentrated on ‘mine-yours-always-forever-never leaving-never going-always right here-always with you-mine-yours-yours-mine-my heart-my soul-yours’. He wasn’t sure the vampire got it for a moment; then he ceased to wonder as that long, toned form was suddenly on him, holding him, pressing him into the bed and kissing him roughly, needily, lovingly.
He’d figure out what to do about Buffy and Willow later, Harris decided. Right then, he had more… pressing matters to attend to, the first of which was impressed against his stomach and seeping slightly on his skin.
* * * * *
“Gods,” Harris sighed nearly an hour later as his lover… Claimed, he reminded himself… pulled that amazing cock from his ass slowly. “Have I told you how much I love you lately?”
Spike chuckled, straightening his human’s legs before draping himself over the warm body like a cool, heavy blanket. “Not in th’ last three minutes, pet… though I have no doubt th’ entire floor knows it by now, you were yellin’ it out so loud.” He smirked as his Xander blushed a bit, letting his tongue trace slowly over the small lines at the corner of the good brown eye. “Luv it that you don’t mind sayin’ it, Xan… that you seem ta want me ta know…”
Harris laughed quietly, his hands leaving the bed to rub softly up and down the silken spine of his vampire’s strong back. “Jesus fuck, Spike,” he murmured, his lips tracing each ridge and valley of the other man’s true face, “After… not knowing, even for a couple of days, do you really think I could stand NOT to tell you every chance I get?” He shook his head slightly, holding the vampire tighter upon him. “Shit, babe… I want to just take you back to New York and lock us away in that amazing apartment of yours and… show you over and over again just how much I DO love you.” A wicked grin spread over his lips slowly. “Besides, I think that might be the best place for my… lessons.”
“Bloody hell,” the blond growled, pressing himself down harder on his beloved’s graceful body. “Almost forgot about that. We’ll have ta schedule that in, precious.” He frowned suddenly, knowing that they couldn’t go home until there were some confrontations, and maybe not even then if he had his way. “But speakin’ of lessons, luv…”
His good eye closed in an effort to ignore what Spike was saying so subtly—for him. “I don’t want to think about that yet, babe… okay? Maybe… maybe later.”
Spike sighed, wishing he could agree. “ ‘s not okay, Xan. Can’t move forward if we don’t deal with th’ past, yah? I’d love ta just stay in bed with you forever, doin’ nothin’ but shaggin’ an’ talkin’ an’ holdin’ each other, but… ‘s not goin’ ta happen. Not ‘til we deal with your bleedin’ friends.”
His frown was purely reflexive. He knew Spike was right but that didn’t mean he had to like it. “Fine,” he said after a moment. “As soon as it’s dark out, we’ll go. Um… if you don’t… do you mind… um, will you…” He sighed, hating that he sounded so needy. “Come with me?” he asked hopefully, entirely unprepared for the sudden laugh.
“You really think I’d let you wander off on your own, luv?” Spike asked, still laughing. “After what happened th’ last time I let you out of my sight? Not. Bloody. Likely.”
“Good point,” was all Harris could find to say. “I… I’m glad. I really don’t want to go there alone.” He swallowed hard at the thought.
The vampire smiled softly, his lips finding the swiftly healing reopened bite on his claimed’s neck. “Never alone, pet… never again. My word on that, ‘ey? You’re mine. Goin’ ta look after you.”
“Yours…” the brunette whimpered agreeably, hoping sunset would wait a while. He’d have to be angry again then and… right at that moment, he just wanted to be… fulfilled.
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(A/N: Yes, I am evil and a tease and did I mention EVIL? :P Thanks to Remity Girl, TheShadowCat, Nulinka and E for reviewing; as always, you guys rock. As for Trevor, well... in the course of this little fic, I realized that his story is far and away too much fun to be glossed over. Thus, the sequel to the sequel I'm currently writing will deal with that in part. *grins* Yes, children, that means you have to wait. And before anyone grumps about it, refer to the beginning of this A/N. EVIL. TEASE. Enough said. *snerk* And thanks again!)