Old Enemies... (S/X)

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Part 9

He'd seduced men before. Many a time. It was usually easy for him. Simple. He'd managed to acquire enough experience that even the straight ones could rarely say no, and yet... here he was, shifting from foot to foot repeatedly as he waited for Spike to finish doing whatever it was Spike did on getting home.

He felt himself throbbing in the embroidered leather pants, knew the vampire had to be just as hard, if not more so due to his nature.

Finally Harris had had enough. He stood there and stepped out of his engineer boots, then unfastened his pants, pushing them down his thighs as he stared at the doorway Spike had disappeared through. His hands moved to the buttons of his shirt and he smiled as it quickly joined the pants on the floor.

The only thing he kept on was the eye patch.

He figured Spike would appreciate it. He didn't like looking at the empty socket himself; Gods knew what the vampire would feel about it. Still, Spike seemed to WANT him, and if he'd ever even dared to think the guy was alive, he'd never have expected THAT.
Harris wasn't the sort to look a gift horse in the mouth, of course, and that was why he was standing naked as a jaybird in Spike's living room.

Maybe he was wrong, though. Maybe Spike was just glad to see him, and if that was the case he should put his clothes back on. Even if he wasn’t wrong. He didn’t want to give the vampire the wrong impression of him. So yeah. Clothes.

It took less than a minute for him to accomplish that, then he moved to the door Spike had disappeared though and entered it.
His brow rose, watching the blond mix drinks and whatnot for a few moments, all thoughts of trying to be subtle escaping as he watched one strong, elegant hand reach for a glass. He moved up behind him, arms making a fleshy cage around his sides.

"Spike," he whispered, his lips moving gently against the other man's ear, "I didn't come here for the booze, in case you haven't figured that out..."

Spike shuddered just a bit and leaned back into the hold the human-- HIS human, if he played this right-- almost had on him. "Yah?" he murmured back softly, "So tell me what you want Xan... I can be whatever you want me ta be." He meant it, too. Whatever it took to not be alone again. He couldn’t be alone… not when he knew Xander was alive and apparently wanted him.
Harris frowned and forced the blond man to face him.

"I WANT," he said simply, "you to be YOU! I want..." He stopped talking, his human to vamp translator apparently out of whack.

Instead of words, he found himself pressing hard against the stunning vamp. His lips found the ones he'd discovered in the men's room of the club and he groaned as they responded. "Maybe I should have stayed naked," he muttered into their kiss, only to be stopped as Spike pulled away from his mouth.

"You were naked?" he demanded, sounding shocked. His eyes moved up and down Xander's body. "Bloody hell, where was I?" he asked seriously.

Harris chuckled as he stepped back just a bit. "Apparently you were making drinks, Spike. And can I just say SO not a compliment when you've got a guy waiting to bang or BE banged into the next world...?"

Spike chuckled a bit, then thought about what Xander had just said. "So you don't have a preference?"

Harris thought about the question for a little while, then shook his head.

"As long as it's you, Spike, I'm fine. Whether it's my cock buried deep inside your ass or yours in mine..." He pulled the other man to him even harder, kissing him roughly. "Either way," he said sincerely, "I'll be a happy, happy man."

Spike groaned, his entire body begging for the man pressed against him. He'd dreamt of him for years but he'd never imagined that Xander could ever want him. Not even if he'd thought the boy was alive. Obviously he was a moron, considering what had been happening between them since that first fateful clench at the club.

His hands roamed wildly over Xander's back, wanting nothing more than to peel the dead skin and worm-shit from his skin. Yeah, silk felt lovely, but it was still worm-shit. Just as the leather was dead skin to him at the moment. "Naked?" he muttered again, trying to press himself as close as he could to the body he knew was calling out to him.

Harris smiled, leaning in to kiss Spike again. "You in a hurry all of a sudden?" he asked, his good eye taking in the kitchen. "Or would you rather let me take my time and... explore you...?"

Oh, bloody hell.

"Explore away, luv..." was Spike's only response.

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There had never been a heat as searing as Xander's was. Spike was sure of it. His head fell back and he stared at the ceiling as the fingers and lips moved over his skin. He had no idea of when or how he'd ended up shirtless, but he found that he really didn't care. The only things that mattered right at that moment were the man touching him and the kitchen counter holding him up.

The tight, cool skin beneath Harris’s lips tasted like nothing he'd ever even imagined. Salt-tinged and sweet at the same time, with just the faintest hint of something he couldn't place. But that was fine. He didn't really care what the taste was. It was just Spike and that was enough for him to know. He filed the flavour away in his mind, even as he slid lips and hands down the taut, lean torso, pausing for a few moments to nip gently at one flat nipple, his teeth and tongue teasing it to a hard, raised point.

"Gods, Spike..." he murmured, falling to his knees as his hands slid around the other man's back to pull him closer. "This... this is real, right? I'm not just dreaming…?"

Long, elegant fingers dug deep into thick brown hair, holding on like his life depended on it as Spike slid to his own knees in front of his obsession. "No," he whispered, staring deep into the chocolate brown eye, "Not dreamin', pet... luv... Xander... or if you are, I'm dreamin' along with you." He smiled slightly and pressed himself hard against the much younger man. "An' if I'm dreamin', luv... I don't want ta wake up, right?"

Harris nodded, swallowing hard. "No waking up. Got it. Gonna just live in the dream, the both of us."

Spike nodded, leaning forward just a little until his lips brushed soft, hot skin. He groaned. "Bloody hell, mate... if you knew what you smell like you'd be willin' ta bottle it..." His tongue slipped out, licking a slow, wet line up the taut neck and he groaned again. "An' you taste even better, luv... makes me wonder if all of you tastes this good..."

The brunette groaned himself and rocked against the vampire, searching for blessed friction. "Jesus, Spike... find out, will you? Soon... before I explode from just thinking about it."

It was the leather-covered cock, hard and obviously ready, rocking against his own jeans-encased shaft that pulled the growl from him. He felt his face shift, the demon pushing to the fore. "Bloody hell," he grated out again, then moved away, his head hanging as he tried to control himself. "I... I'm sorry, mate... just... give me a minute, 'ey?" Spike could only hope Xander wouldn't run at the reminder of his true nature. He didn't think he could stand it if he did, especially with the demon demanding that he press the young man into the linoleum and... He groaned loudly.

Harris frowned and moved closer, ignoring the warning growl he could feel more than hear. One hand rose, slowly coming to rest on one pale shoulder. "Spike... what is it? What's wrong? Did I... did I do something? Say something…? Because whatever it is, I didn't mean it. Really." He bit his lip, hoping that whatever he'd screwed up could be fixed, and quickly.

Wide golden eyes flew to the warm and worried brown gaze. "I... I'm a vampire, Xan. Can't change it. Wish I could for you, but I can't. Always goin' ta be a part of me, yeah?"

His hand moved from the tense shoulder to cup an equally tense cheek. "You've been a vampire for as long as I've known you, Spike. Can't say it's really a shocker that you still are, y'know?" He smiled a bit, leaning closer as his thumb stroked back and forth over cool, soft skin. "Besides," he continued a little wickedly, "I think I'd be kind of creeped out if you looked your age, so... vampire? Duh. Not really a problem."

Spike blinked, not entirely sure of how to react to this version of the boy he remembered. That Xander would have staked him the minute he'd shown the demon. Or run away, possibly, what with the no chip and all. But now... this young man... "You don't mind, then. Truly."

Harris shook his head slowly. "I'd only mind if you told me to stop, Spike. Because I don't think I can. I've waited so long... everyone was all wrong... no-one was you... and you were dead..." He swallowed convulsively, his other hand finally rising to rest on Spike's hip, pulling him closer. Lips found skin, grazing lightly up to settle on the ridged forehead and Harris nearly purred at the softness of the rough-looking skin.

He'd never imagined this... that this man could look at the face of what he truly was and still want. Still desire. Still... yearn. His own hands finally unclenched, finding their way to a silk-covered spine as he arched into the tenderness of the lips on his skin. "Bloody... hell..." he whispered, his voice catching for a moment as the need to touch and be touched overwhelmed him.

"Oh... yeah... bloody hell is right," Harris chuckled softly, trying to control himself before he ended up naked on the kitchen floor, begging to take or be taken. His fingers stroked over Spike's cheek, finding their way to his hair and rubbing through it, disturbing the careful application of gel with willful pleasure. "Gods, Spike... could you possibly be any more gorgeous? Jesus..." he sighed softly, unaware that he was still speaking out loud. "I have NO idea of what you could ever want with me... you're perfect..."

The tears he'd forced away in the men's room of the club threatened to spill again as he heard Xander's words. His fingers tensed against the other man's spine as he pulled him flush against his body, groaning at the heat and scent of him. "Want th' world, Xan... an’ want ta show it ta you you." He nodded a bit sheepishly. "But first... I want ta take you ta bed an' find out how many ways you can fuck me... an' how many ways I can fuck you." Spike nodded again, the one brown eye caught by his own golden ones. "Want ta make you scream for me, luv... want ta cover you in my scent, my cum, the taste of my skin. Want ta stroke you inside an' out an' show you how much I've wanted you all… these... years..."

He heard the voice trailing off, but he'd be damned if he could find any words to fill the silence. So Harris did the only thing he could manage. He nodded, slamming his mouth hard against the fanged lips before him. A small moan sprung from him, swallowed immediately by Spike's mouth, as he felt his lip split just a bit on one sharp tooth. "Now!" he finally managed to say, his tone demanding and wanton with the overwhelming wave of lust he felt anew.

Spike growled deeply, sucking at the small flow of blood from Xander's lip. "Y-yeah," he finally managed to say, "Now it is, luv..." And with that he moved quickly, getting to his feet and pulling the dark haired man up with him. "Come with me..." He had to laugh at the murmured words he heard as he led Xander to his bedroom.

"Gods, Spike! I'm planning on it... repeatedly, I hope," was what he'd said.