Healing

Part 47

Giles shook his head and put the receiver down. He had just spoken with Xander not that long ago after all. It would be just as easy to ask Spike when he got there. Besides, he had a spell to perform.

When he went back into the living room he saw that the girls had already set things up and all that was left to do was to bring Ethan down and begin. He headed toward the stairs, Wesley close behind him.

Between the two of them, they carried the wizard, still tied to the chair, back to the living room and set him in the centre of the circle. Willow finished closing the circle as Tara lit the candles. Wesley picked up a silver bowl of herbs and lit them as Giles began to chant.

Wesley joined the chant next, followed by Willow and then Tara. As their collective voices grew louder, a purplish mist began to surround the wizard. The mist became denser and drew closer to him as the four spell casters continued to chant.

Ethan struggled uselessly as he was bound tighter and tighter by the magic. He pulled at his bonds but it was useless. The mist enveloped him so tightly he could barely breathe. Then it was done. The purple cloud thinned and then disappeared all together. He looked at the man he had once called a friend and lover and vowed to get revenge, some how he would get even for this.

Xander woke up starved. He carefully extracted himself from Spike and slipped out of their bed. He quietly left the room and closed the door behind him. He didn't want to wake Spike, but he was hungry.

Once coffee was started, Xander began cooking breakfast. He was in the mood for scrambled eggs, sausage and toast. He made enough for two, just in case Spike woke up.

Spike did wake up. The smell of the sausage cooking pulled him from his sleep and he stumbled toward the kitchen. He sat down at the table and was handed a cup of coffee which he drank gratefully. He was not a morning person, even when he was human he wasn't at his best when he first woke up.

Xander smiled at the sight of his sleep-rumpled vampire and put some blood in to heat. He dished out breakfast and carried the plates to the table before retrieving the mug from the microwave.

Spike sniffed at the animal blood and made a face. After tasting human blood again, it was hard to stomach the pigs blood he had been surviving on. Xander gave him a sympathetic smile and shook his head.

"Sorry about that, we don't have any muggers in the kitchen."

"Ha ha, very funny pet."

Spike dunked his eggs into the blood and slurped them off his fork. Xander tried not to grimace but wasn't entirely successful. It wasn't that the blood bothered him anymore, it was the slurping noise that got to him.

Spike grinned, downed the rest of the mug and then tucked into his breakfast. The food was good, and it covered up the taste of the nasty pigs blood. Xander was a pretty good cook for a guy who thought Twinkies were gourmet treat.

"Giles called. He wants me to talk to Wes. He doesn't think he's handling this situation very well."

Spike snorted.

"Really? And just how is one supposed to handle the fact that their lover has turned into a homicidal, murderous, suck-the-world-into-hell, monster. Hmm?"
"Exactly. But I told him I would see what I could do. Besides, we need to go over today anyway. I can't wait to tell them what we did."

Spike gaped at Xander, and then grinned like an idiot. He still couldn't believe that Xander was his, and would be his forever. The fact that his boy had never once tried to hide that they were together, that he wasn't ashamed of their relationship, still boggled his mind. Add to that, the fact that he had destroyed his chip... Well, it left him completely speechless.

"Finish eating luv, I'll go start the shower."

"'Kay, I'll be right in."

Spike started the shower and then stripped off the pants he was wearing. He turned toward the door to tell Xander hurry up when he saw something move out of the corner of his eye. He whipped his head around in full game face and... screamed like a girl.

Xander heard Spike scream and ran for the bathroom. What he found was enough to make him fall over laughing. Or at least it would have been if his lover hadn't looked so distraught.

"Spike?"

Spike didn't answer, instead he continued to growl at the mirror, and his reflection within it. It reminded Xander of the first time Miss Kitty Fantastico had seen herself in the mirror. He, Willow and Tara had laughed as the small kitten hissed and spit at her reflection before charging the mirror and bashing her head.

Xander stepped behind Spike so that he was reflected in the mirror as well and put his arms around him. He squeezed him gently and then petted the ridged forehead of the still growling vampire. Spike began to calm at the feel of his mate's touch. His game face melted away and he stared fascinated at the face he hadn't seen in over a century.

"Xander, my face."

"Is beautiful, Spike. Even when you're all grrr."

The shower was forgotten as Spike continued to look at himself in the mirror. Xander turned off the water and dragged the vampire out of the bathroom and back into their bedroom. He stood Spike in front of the full length mirror on the back of the door and smiled as Spike got his first look at his entire self.

"This is how I always see you, beautiful, powerful, sexy. I look at you and wonder how I ever got so lucky to have you all to myself. You could have anyone you want Spike, I mean... Look at you. But you want me, and that just blows me away."

Spike just stood, staring at his reflection and listening to his mate tell him how beautiful he was. He was still in shock at seeing himself. He had never seen his game face before. He changed and looked at himself more carefully. He wasn't sure what he expected but it wasn't this. He had seen a lot of vampires in his lifetime, but to see himself this way was strange. Maybe that's why they didn't have reflections, they'd spend too much time looking at themselves.

Xander nibbled lightly at Spikes neck and ran his hands around to stroke his lover's flat belly. He smiled as he felt Spike shiver in his arms. He knew exactly what he wanted to do now. He stroked his hand lower until he found the hard length of Spike's cock and wrapped his fist around it. He stroked him lightly and slowly.

"I love to touch you like this, see your eyelids flutter as you try not to close them. Keep them open. Watch yourself as I make you feel good."

Xander trailed wet, sucking kisses down Spike's back and then gently nudged his lover's legs apart so that he could kneel down between them. Spike was still watching, fascinated at his reflection. He gasped as he felt Xander part his cheeks and lick his hole.

"Keep your eyes open, don't close them."

Spike nodded mutely and Xander went back to what he was doing. He licked Spike again and again. Finally, he gently pushed his tongue inside and felt Spike shudder. He heard his roughly whispered name.

"Xander."

Spike couldn't believe what was happening. He was looking at himself, his face that he hadn't seen in over a century, while his boy, his sweet, wonderful boy, was doing very nice things to his body. He could see himself as he grew harder in Xander’s hand, he watched his own face as it showed his pleasure. He wanted to know what he would look like as Xander fucked him.

"Xander, please."

Xander knew from the tone of Spike's voice that he was ready, more than ready. He stood and quickly got the lube from the bedside table and then returned. He watched Spike in the mirror as he gently inserted two fingers into him. Spikes eyes rolled back and he moaned. Seeing himself like this was almost his undoing.

"Open your eyes Spike. I want you to see it all. I want you to see yourself, the way I see you."

Spike obeyed and fixed his gaze on his reflection once again. Xander began stretching him as he kissed his neck and continued to lightly stroke his erection. He looked over at Xander in the mirror and their eyes locked.

"I love you, Spike."

Xander removed his fingers and pushed the head of his cock past the tight muscle and then stopped. Spike whined and tried to push back, tried to get more of his mate inside him.

"Wait. Watch yourself, love. See how good I make you feel."

As soon as he was sure Spike was watching, Xander slowly pushed himself all the way in. He pulled back out just as slow and then pushed back in a little harder. Spikes eyes flew open wide as Xander nudged his prostate. He started panting and thrusting back toward his mate. He watched himself as he did it, it was extremely erotic to say the least.

"Do you see? Do you see how fucking gorgeous you are? How sexy and beautiful you look like this? This is how I see you, how only I get to see you. I love that, that I'm the one that makes you moan and beg, that I get to hear you breathe my name and make those soft growly noises when I stroke you just right. No one will ever love you like I do, Spike. No one."

Xander began thrusting faster, harder, pounding into Spike with abandon, he knew that Spike was close and he wanted them to cum together. There was just one other thing he needed to do.

"Are you ready? Don't close your eyes Spike, remember to keep watching."

Xander nudged Spikes head to the side and bit hard into his neck. Spike howled and splashed cum across the surface of the mirror. Xander came at the same instant, filling Spike with his warm seed.

Xander lifted his head to see piercing blue eyes watching him in the mirror. He slowly pulled his softened cock out of his mate and the turned him around. Spike kissed him possessively before shifting to his vampire visage and sinking his fangs into his mark on his mate's neck. After a few seconds, he pulled away and licked the wound closed.

"I love you, Xander. No one has ever made me feel so wanted, so loved. I would do anything for you, anything. Just name it, and it's done."

"Kiss me again?"

Spike growled and then covered Xander’s lips with his own. The watcher and the others could wait. He wasn't going anywhere, any time soon.