Fisi Mtima

Title: Fisi Mtima, Chapter Five
Author: frk_werewolf
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Pairing: Xander/Spike, mentions of Spike/Angelus(or Dru or Harmony)
Rating: NC-17
Chapter Summary: The Hyena decides to get what it wants and Spike thinks.
Notes: This chapter is really thought-centered. I hope it's to your liking, I'm not so certain I'm happy with it.


.Chapter Five.

Spike could feel the warmth before he could feel the night. It's a strange feeling to wake up to, warmth everywhere but inside. He could sense someone hovering above him. Then, something weighed down at his hip-line. He felt fingers, and warm palms, sliding under his t-shirt. Slowly, awareness began to take over. A scent tinged the air. Musk and cloves. Blinking open his eyes, Spike stared up at the figure above him.

"Hello, sweetie." Xander whispered.

"Yarg!" Spike yelped, shoving at Xander. Xander didn't budge from his post.

"What's wrong?" Xander feigned innocence. Spike noticed it looked as fake on Xander as it did on himself.

"What are you doing in my bed?" Spike asked, fighting to stay calm. It wasn't everyday you woke up with a warm body, especially one that was setting of waves of arousal.

"Thought I'd pay you a visit." Xander purred. Spike stayed perfectly still as Xander leaned down and licked his cheek. Xander's lips grazed across his face, then pressed down on his mouth in a gentle kiss.

A human would shove him away, but Spike was not a human. He was a vampire. Vampires, much to his current grief, were almost unable to turn away from a sexual encounter. At least, Spike was unable to. Angel had a high level of tolerance that Spike had never been able to conquer. So when Xander ripped apart his t-shirt, Spike decided to just go with it.

Xander's lips disappeared from his own and he watched, slightly stunned, as Xander sucked one nipple into his mouth. A groan escaped Spike and his hips thrusted upwards. He was naked within seconds, startled by the speed in which Xander moved. And when that first contact of warm flesh against room temperature skin was like bliss. Spike gasped, and despite not needing air, he found himself wanting to pant.

It amazed him how the Zeppo of the Scooby Gang was transformed into this beast. Xander's deep brown eyes didn't hold the laughter that they normally did, instead revealing nothing but primal intelligence coated with lust. Deep down, Spike ed ted the laughter. Xander's mouth was fighting between a sexy smile and sneer, and Spike knew why. He had his catch, Spike was submitting to him.

Xander's hands toyed with his body, almost like a cat plays with a mouse. Letting it feel content in it's play, right before striking with a killing blow. Spike tried to touch back, to slide his hands across the expanse of Xander's chest, but he would not have it. Xander pinned him to the bed in such a dominant way that Spike found he could only moan with pleasure.

His nipples were teased. That wonderful mouth was everywhere, licking and kissing every inch of his body. His cock hardened, pressing up against Xander's own clothed erection. When the rocking began, Spike was on the verge of begging. He couldn't recall when Xander undressed, the human never left his body long enough to. Yet, Xander's warm, nude body soon pressed down into his. Cock slid against cock. Xander's tongue lapped at his neck. Strong hands pushed apart his legs.

"You can't be serious." Spike gasped out, feeling Xander thrust against him.

"Don't talk." Xander literally growled out the order. The sound of his voice, deep and primal, sent shivers down Spike's spine.

The events following were a bit of a blur for Spike. He couldn't help but be enveloped in the pleasure. Xander's dominance over him seemed to be at it's peak. He was held down, not allowed to move of his own accord. Xander growled in his ear, bit at his neck. All the while, doing wonderful things to his body. Then, having not realized what was truly happening, Spike felt Xander enter him.

There was pain, but not as much pain as he had suspected. The last time Spike had sex with a man was with Angelus, and the psycho-vampire was hardly one to use lubrication. This was a different experience, Spike decided. This was pleasure arching up his spine with each thrust. This was sparks igniting behind his eyes with each stroke of Xander's thick cock. This was heaven.

Xander's arms wrapped around his body, pulling him tight and causing friction to be created between their bodies. He could feel Xander's mouth on his neck, biting down. The need to submit, the desire to allow Xander to control him, was so strong. He couldn't explain it, he couldn't even being to think about why. All he knew was that he needed more.

Spike spread his legs wider, lifting his hips to take more of Xander in. His hands fought their way out of Xander's restraining hold and rested on his back, feeling Xander's muscles work with each thrust forward. He could practically feel the details of Xander's cock, pulsing and hitting his prostrate with dead-on precision.

Xander's teeth remained on his neck, biting down hard without breaking the skin. The thrusting became violent, pleasure reached a peak that was completely unreal. And Spike felt like he was alive. He was a living, breathing creature. He was human. For that small moment, that felt like eternity, when his orgasm hit, Spike's heart was beating.

Xander's teeth broke the surface of his skin as the possessed man came. The vampire was held close, a warm tongue lapping at the wound on his neck. He could feel his body grow heavy, but fought to remain awake. It was night, he should be up and out fighting some nasty. But the orgasm had hit him hard, and before he could stop himself his eyes were closing.

Xander pulled away once he knew the vampire was asleep. He carefully cleaned everything up, taking care to cover Spike up with a blanket. Then quietly, as silently as he had came in, he left. There was no moon outside, not that he expected there to be one. The hyena surveyed the cemetery with sad eyes, taking in every scent and sight. He didn't know if he would be able to experience it all again.

Casting one more look towards Spike's crypt, Xander made his way to the Magic Box. He took his time, knowing it was still early in the evening. The hyena couldn't help but wonder if this was a good idea. If giving up his freedom was right. But deep inside he could feel something, someone. He knew who was in there, in his mind. Trapped; locked inside a cold cage. The same cold cage he had been in for the last few years.

This was his chance. He could tell them no. He could run away, and take Spike with him. He could be free. But he wouldn’t be, and he knew this. The fact that he was mentally calling himself a 'he' was proof enough. The human was a part of him, of her. The hyena no longer thought of himself as the alpha female of a pack of African hyenas. The hyena was different, and had to accept it. Just like the human had to accept the hyena.

Spike awoke about an hour later. Sex still lingered in the air. The vampire took a moment to analyze the situation, and his surroundings. Xander was gone, had been for a while. Spike wasnure ure if he wanted to talk to the boy again. This whole affair was starting to effect him.

Cursing softly to himself, Spike got dressed and head out into the night. He went looking for trouble, hoping to get into a dangerous fight. He was willing to fight anything at this moment, just to keep his mind from thinking. Yet, even as he staked his fifth vampire, his hand reached up to touch his neck.

The bite mark was long gone, along with any scar it would produce. Spike was aware of this. He had been a vampire for over a century; he knew how fast he healed. And even living off animal blood, his healing factor was still strong. He supposed that after years on binging on healthy human blood, a bit of pig's blood wasn't going to weaken him. Not yet, at least.

Another cemetery covered, and Spike was still feeling restless. The night was still strong, barely closing in on midnight. He wanted a drink, but every time he went to Willy's he was either kicked out or left to his own depressive thoughts.

"Bloody hell." Spike mumbled when he caught sight of the direction he was heading. Down the street he could see the dim lights of the Magic Box.

Spike did not want to see Xander. He didn't want a reminder to the previous hours of the night. The pure submission that he had participated in sent a coil of agitation and desire to his stomach. Spike wasn't the type to have a fling, he would admit that. He was love's bitch. He didn't sleep around, because he didn't desire to. He loved sex, would hardly give it up, but he always had someone there before. The vampire had spent over the a century with a psycho, possessive female vampire. There wasn't a chance in hell he would of been able to stray. The only person he was able to touch other than Drusilla was Angelus.

Spike suspected that was his problem. He had been with four people: Drusilla, Angelus, Harmony, and Xander. Even Harmony couldn't be considered a fling. He had spent quite a few months with her, teaching her to hunt and listening to her complain about the bad lighting candles caused. Yet, he hadn't strayed.

But Xander... That was something different. It was something primal and hungry, so similar to Angelus that Spike wanted more. He desired more, because hadn't he always desired Angelus? Yet this couldn’t end well. Angelus was a fuck, bleed, and shove off the bed type. He made you scream. He made you grip the chains binding you and cry out for more. Xander had nearly done that tonight. He hadn't used chains, or whips, or knives. But he had made Spike feel like he was tied to that bed. He had caused Spike to fall into such a submissive position.

Spike didn't want to like it. He didn't want to enjoy it, but he had. Oh, yeah, he loved it. Spike continued to stare at the store, taking in dim light that shone from the training room in the back. No one was present in the windows.

Sighing, Spike rested against the brick wall of a nearby building. He should go home. He should go buy as much booze as he could afford and send his brain into the abyss. But he couldn't. Spike didn't want to be anywhere near his crypt, or the bed that resided within. He knew it still rank of sex.

Once again he felt his hand travel to his neck, tracing over a patch of skin that, despite being healed, burned with the touch.

What would Drusilla say to his behavior?

The thought was absurd, why should he think of his dark princess right now? But he knew what she would do. She would twirl, her skirts dancing in the night. Her eyes would travel to the stars. And she would talk of dark kittens who were not themselves.

That was the clincher. Spike gulped and focused on the sidewalk beneath his feet. He was not himself. Xander was not Xander, he was an animal with the memories of his boy. His? Yes, Spike supposed he could think of Xander as his. No one would know, now would they?

"Your digging yourself into an early dust pile." Spike told himself.

Spike looked over at the Magic Box, drawn to the large window in the front. Silhouettes could now be seen. It looked like there was a struggle happening. Spike straightened up, preparing to run into the shop if he was needed. Then one figure broke away from a smaller one and the store door opened.

Spike watched in shock as Xander stumbled out of the Magic Box. He looked like he was attempting to run, but was unable to. Behind him, Spike could see Buffy standing in the store's doorway, yelling Xander's name. Xander paid it no mind, instead disappearing into an alleyway. Spike fought with himself a moment, before silently making his way toward the alley.

He appeared at the mouth, looking into the darkness. Xander was leaning against one wall, breathing in deep gulps of air. Spike watched as he slid down the wall until he was sitting and curled his arms around his knees. Xander's head fell back, hitting the brick with a smack. Even in the dark, Spike could tell Xander was crying.

"Xander?" Spike asked softly, hoping not to startle him. Xander didn't move a muscle, but his breath hitched in response. "Are you okay?"

"Why would you care, Deadboy Junior?" Xander asked, his voice thick with emotion.

"I don't." Spike lied. Xander snorted. "What happened?"

"I thought you didn't care?" Xander looked over at him. Spike shuffled on his feet, before walking over and sitting next to him. Xander flinched, but Spike pretended not to notice. A moment of silence passed over them, while Xander wiped the tears off his face. "They did a spell... I'm back."

"Your..? Oh... Welcome back?" Spike stumbled.

"Oh, yes, welcome back." Xander rolled his eyes. "A lot of good that does... The hyena is still there. But now we are a part of each other. I can feel her there, a part of her is in each and every thought. And that's just what I realized in the past hour. I don't know what's going to be different, but I do know that everything is jumbled..."

"You don't remember?" Spike asked.

"Sort of. It's blurry." Xander admitted. "It's coming back to me. Give me another hour or so and I'll remember everything."

"Oh... Good." Spike replied, making a mental note not to be near Xander when he did remember. Both fell silent. It took Spike a moment, but he finally realized that Xander was staring at him. Slowly, Spike let his gaze meet Xander’s, their eyes locking.

"What..." Xander trailed off, his eyes widening. Spike could only watch as Xander gasped. The vampire refused to acknowledge the feeling of disappointment as Xander ran out of the alleyway, a look of horror etched on his face.

Some time later, Xander stood in the middle of his basement home. The place was a wreck, having not been cleaned it since the hyena was released. But Xander didn't really focus on that part. He was more worried about the fact that he had ran from the Magic Box to home, without getting out of breath. That was definitely unusual. He suspected, which was becoming typical that night, it was hyena's fault.

It was also the hyena's fault that he remember earlier in the evening, with Spike. He, Alexander LaVelle Harris, had sex with Spike. He had withwith Spike. Xander turned that thought over in his mind. "I had sex with Spike."

The idea sounded even more ludicrous out loud than it did in his head. But he knew it to be true. He could remember the event like yesterday. Spike had been so tight and warm. Xander blinked away the thought and fell onto his bed. He shouldn't think about this at all. Even if Spike's moans sounded like heaven and that his skin tasted oddly of spearmint.

"I had sex with Spike." Xander repeated to himself. "I had sex with Spike and enjoyed it. I had sex with Spike and topped."

He should go to bed. That was the best option. Xander nodded and rolled over, not bothering to take off his clothes. The morning would be a better time to think about all of this, Xander was certain. Because right now, his mind was telling him that the idea of having sex with Spike was a good one. And that he should find a way to do it again, as often as possible. Which was silly, because Xander didn't like Spike like that.

"I'm straight." Xander told the room. "Except when I had that crush on Oz... Oh, and the crush on Angel. But besides that, I'm straight."

The room didn't answer him, so Xander decided it wasn't the best thing to talk this out to. He rolled over onto his other side, beating at his pillow to try and form it to his liking. Because he was going to bed; he would fall asleep and not think about any of this. Especially Spike. No thinking about Spike. He was not going to think about how Spike whimpered when he entered him. He was so tight.

"Xander, shut up." Xander ordered himself.

Deep down, Xander didn't think he should be ashamed. He had been under the influence. And even still, he had all the right to have sex with Spike. Spike was his mate after all.

That thought caused Xander to sit up in bed, a look of terror on his face. His brown eyes swept the room, as thought searching for the culprit who put such an idea in his head. Narrowing his eyes, Xander laid back down. He took a deep breath and attempted to calm his nerves. He would wait until tomorrow to think about this. That's what he should be doing, instead of giving himself a heart attack.

"Tomorrow." Xander said in a determined voice.