All I Need...

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Part 9

Well, well… and hadn’t that been interesting… not to mention enlightening.

Whatever Alex was, he was definitely vicious. Had a real bloodlust buried under the Xander-face and body.

He’d followed the bloke once he’d caught up with him, watching as he’d ducked and slipped through the forest as though it was something he’d been doing all his life. And maybe he had, Spike realized.

The mock-human had been stunning, though; he had to admit that much. Fast, obviously dangerous, sleek and smooth… and the way he’d taken that animal down had been… awe-inspiring.

Spike shivered in admiration at the memory. Dark, thick blood smelling of shock and fear coating tanned skin, running in buckets over toned, flexing muscles… long, strong fingers tearing at steaming flesh, teeth and lips covered in it, chin dripping as chunks of meat were shoveled into that mouth and swallowed down with lustful abandon…

His demon was smitten, he knew, delighted and impressed by the vicious ravaging he’d witnessed. Even his soul had admitted to a certain degree of fascination, something about the sheer pleasure rolling from Alex in palpable waves announcing that the bloke wasn’t evil but was simply doing what his kind—whatever that was—did.

He’d watched the feeding, followed when the creature slinked off to rest, and he’d still watched, eyes unable to stop roaming the red-streaked skin while Alex lay insensible for almost an hour.

He’d tried to ignore his own desire, tried to pretend the demon wasn’t begging to possess this wild, dangerous being, although with little success. Bad enough that he’d realized his desire for Xander, but here was this thing looking just like him for the most part and it was strong enough, wild enough, to hold its own with an amorous vampire and…

“Bloody fuckin’ hell,” Spike whispered to himself as the sleeping figure twitched, turned, sat and stretched, the long, lean muscles shifting and flexing under blood-soaked skin.

He didn’t even realize that he’d stepped from cover until he found his eyes caught and held by green-sheened brown and heard the low, deep growl that had all of him shuddering wantonly.

“A-alex… fancy meetin’ ya here, mate…” he said, swallowing hard at the sudden, strong scent of arousal that filled the air between them.

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‘Ours,’ the beast snarled silently, clenching and unclenching fingers quickly. ‘Hunt, feed, sleep… now fuck…’

Christ, he couldn’t even figure out why that was wrong. Not with the hyena still awake and wanting rather than semi-dormant as it usually was.

‘Not Spike,’ he tried reminding it, ‘Will. Not ours…’

‘Ours!’ his other half insisted, snarling out loud this time. ‘Want… take… have…’

It was the mind-swallowing wave of lust-smell matching his own that pushed Xander’s conscience to the back of his head and under a rather large rock, apparently. ‘Ours tonight,’ he finally agreed, unable to keep fighting when such a large part of him wanted exactly what his beast did. Will wasn’t Spike but at the moment, he just… didn’t care.

“Well met by moonlight,” he answered finally, voice thick with need, eyes raking the too-clothed shape only a leap and a dive away.

“What are you doing here, Will?” Yes… keep him off balance, don’t let him run. If Will ran he’d be prey and God knew Xander didn’t want to hurt the blond… much.

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So the bloke was still in there. Good. He’d wondered, what with the growling and such, but if Alex could still string words together in a way that made sense, then whatever part of his breed it was that had sent him out to bring down that deer was capable of thought and that meant that maybe Spike could get some answers.

He shifted his feet, cock throbbing uncomfortably in his too-tight jeans. “Saw you leavin’,” he answered quickly. “Figured I’d been hasty turnin’ down that tour you mentioned…”

Xander slipped closer, body moving with the fluidity he’d become accustomed to in the last few months. “Yeah?” he murmured darkly, head tilted down as he stared into wide blue eyes from under half-hooded brown, lips quirked into a wicked and knowing grin. “Sure that’s not too much like a date for you, Will?”

The vampire blinked. When had Alex gotten so close? And why was he looking at him like… He forced himself to drag his gaze from the non-human’s, eyes widening even more as he found them drawn down, down over defined and perfectly shaped pecs, sleek torso, hard, tight abs…

It was the moment of distraction the blond showed that had him flowing forward, taking advantage of it to push the being back a few feet, forcing him roughly against a large tree. Eyes gleamed in the darkness.

“It would have been a date, Will,” he growled quietly, licking his lips helplessly before closing the scant inch between them and licking the other man’s lips as well. “Just looking at you before, smelling you… fuck, I was so turned on. Hard. Hell, Will, I was almost fucking begging for it. But this is good, too…”

This wasn’t the Alex he knew from the Lodge. Spike wasn’t sure of much else, but he knew that much. No, this Alex was… bloody hell, this Alex was a sodding demanding prat. Unfortunately, his demon seemed to like that. Then again, after all those years as Angelus’s bitch-boy, he supposed it was hardly surprising, but if the bloke thought Spike was going to just spread for him, he had another think coming.

He forced himself to relax within the brunette’s hold, letting his lips open to the lapping tongue. As soon as the bloke bought it, he’d have him on his ass and they’d just see who would be playing bottom here.

Of course, he hadn’t figured on the way the bloke kissed because once his mouth opened, that slick, hot tongue, still flavored with the blood of the deer, drove roughly, deeply between his teeth, caressing, exploring, exploiting, nearly branding his own tongue with the rampant desire that was clearly reflected by the naked, hard cock thrusting against his groin through the denim.

‘Yesssss… ours,’ was a sense Xander had to agree with, fully on board with his beast yet again. His chest pressed hard against the slightly smaller blond’s, pinning him to the tree as his hands moved swiftly downwards, shoving the tails of the button down shirt out of the way to yank and tug at the waist of the jeans, growling into the mouth he was plundering until button and zip were released and fabric was pushed down.

The sensation of hot, hard cock against his own cooler one was… shocking somehow. Shocking and amazing and sudden and wonderful among a whole host of other things. The demon flexed within him, rocking hips roughly and repeatedly into the answering thrusts, hands finding solid, perfectly fleshed hip bones with a sharp cry that was swallowed by the devouring mouth sealed to his own. His following growl was swallowed as well and the intensified rocking and thrusting against him only convinced Spike that whatever Alex was, he liked the fact that he wasn’t the only demon in town.

And then that cock was slamming harder against him, dueling with his own roughly and desperately, and he couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything but ravage the tongue in his mouth with suddenly sharp teeth, dig fingers deeper into hot, tanned skin and snap his own hips forward harder, each collision of sensitive flesh on hot, thick shaft pulling sounds from him. A whimper, a moan, a hitched gasp… all eaten, drank deeply of by the thick, delving muscle between his lips.

His beast was nearly purring, basking in the wanton noises and even more desirous actions of the body pinned between it and the tree and Xander was fine with that. Will was cool against his heated flesh, soothingly so although he wasn’t ready to be soothed yet. He pressed himself more roughly against the blond, smelling dead blood as what had dried on his chest began to flake off against the cotton shirt and he jabbed his cock harder against the matching erection he felt before him, his sac drawing up just a bit as dark, wild pleasure built in belly and balls.

His hands moved, forcing their way between the pistoning ass and the tree back, a small, pleased hiss slipping into Will’s mouth as his tongue thrust, twisted, possessed, when he felt that same bark digging deep scratches into his knuckles. Fingers flexed, gripping handfuls of tight, toned ass and he pulled the blond’s groin hard against his own, a howl flying from him as his head dropped back and he exploded harsh spurts of hot, viscous cum between them, howling again as cooler but no less thick fluids joined his own.

No bottom, no top, just the two of them, him and Alex, rutting against each other more violently than any human could have stood. Spike was actually glad of that. It felt less like a betrayal of his Xander than a full-on actual shagging would have. That wasn’t to say it wasn’t brilliant, though.

His eyes closed for a moment, wide and gold when he opened them again, and when the hands on his ass dug deep, pulling his hips forward with a force he wouldn’t have believed, he growled. He was already wound tighter than tight, hobbled by the jeans around his knees and when he felt that battering cock swelling further, felt the first pulse of cum smelling like blood and life and something wicked, he threw his head back, shouting his own release for a moment before skull met tree and blackness swarmed over his vision.

He tried to hold on, to fight the wave of dizziness even as he convulsed again, the next hard impact against the tree--wood he realized in his last moment of lucidity that night—brought that wave crashing down over him, consciousness fading in an instant.

‘Ours,’ the spirit purred happily, not quite registering the limpness of the form in Xander’s arms. ‘Ours…?’ it whimpered, its host’s sudden frantic worry finally registering.

Xander gasped loudly, carefully lowering Will to the ground, hands releasing the still body to check for damage. He’d heard the blond’s head hitting the tree, after all.

He almost panicked when he found no pulse, no signs of life, but then he remembered Will’s coolness, his ability to follow him, to find him in the dark after a hunt, and…

Okay, he still didn’t know exactly what Will was, but odds were he wasn’t dead. Or not in the permanent sense. A lot of demons showed no signs of life when they slept or passed out… or knocked themselves out, which was apparently what Will had just done.

The brunette heaved a huge sigh of relief and tugged the jeans back into place, fastening them carefully before grabbing the still form under the arms and lifting it. He ducked down, draping the slightly smaller shape over one shoulder, then started through the forest for the place where he’d left his clothes. He needed to clean up a bit, possibly in the stream he smelled not too far off, then he’d get dressed, get Will back to the Lodge, get him into the right room, and…

He didn’t know what he’d do after that other than probably brood over the fact that he’d just experienced the most intense orgasm of his life with someone he wished was the demon he resembled so exactly… and maybe try to figure out if there was any possible way of apologizing for more or less attacking the guy.

‘My animal spirit made me do it’ was probably not an excuse the blond would buy, after all, even if that had been entirely true... which it wasn’t.

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(A/N: As always, many thanks to those who reviewed the last part... in this case, TheShadowCat, Christine, Alice, windssong & E. Always appreciated. You guys taking the time to comment keep me posting. :D More soon, I hope. A couple days, probably. Thanks again!)