29 - Provocation

 

~ Spike ~

I wait for only a few moments, just long enough to make sure that the boy went down and is behind the bar, before I slip out of the apartment myself.

The club is dark and I know it like the inside of my jeans pocket. Well, maybe not. Damn jeans are so tight I can hardly even squeeze my hand inside, but hell, what don't you do just for the looks. Pffft. I snort at myself. Have to keep my distance from the poof. Next thing you know, I’ll be going out and buying the same hair gel he uses. I hope I’m not accidentally already using the same brand.

Anyway – so I keep hidden from the boy, talking to the new and old staff, checking doors and utility closets. Bloody boring, but it has to be done.

Two hours later the club begins to fill and I can get closer to my boy. He is busy slicing lemons again and from the looks of it he doesn't like it one bit, but nevertheless he continues, a stoic smile on his face. I grin to myself and decide that's punishment enough and I should go over to him, give him a look and a smile that tells him I am not mad at him anymore. I admit – to myself – that I am a bit oversensitive over the biting issue. Well, who wouldn't be, after staying with Darla for decades.

 

~ Xander ~

I have been working for nearly two hours now, but not a trace of Spike. He promised to always watch my back. He promised.

Suddenly I hear his laughter. I turn to see him talking animatedly with Treck. Looks like they’ve got over their differences. Looks like they’ve got over me.

 

~ Spike ~

Just a few more steps and all he has to do is look up and –

"Spike, baby." Treck wraps his arms around me, hugging me for greeting and.. just keeps on hugging. Bloody, buggering great. I shove him off, murmuring some excuse that I have things to do. 'Course it doesn't work.

Treck winks at me and then points his head to Xander.

"Trouble with your pet human?" He asks, and grins at me in this annoying fashion that has me growling at him immediately. He giggles. Does nobody respect me anymore?

"Spike, Spike, Spike.." He shakes his head, tsks at me and taps at his temple.

"You've got to trust me once in a while, or better, trust what I know." He says, smiling brightly and I remember that I promised Xander to get him a protection 'gainst the empathic vibes. I roll my eyes.

"So, T, what are you picking up?" I ask casually, forcing my tone to sound more disinterested than I actually am.

"I’ll tell you if you give me something in return." He says, and flashes me a shy look from under his lashes that has made me melt several times before. Not today though. I laugh out loud.

"You're never giving up, are you? I told you I am not interested." I say, in a mild tone now. No use in angering him or making him hurt. He is good ..company after all.

"Just look at him now. He is aware we are here. Maybe it's not too bad to peak up his interest a bit?" I glance at the whelp out of the corner of my eye. Maybe Treckle is right with that. Could help the whelp make a decision once and for all about what he wants.

 

~ Xander ~

Treckle grabs Spike's hands now and pulls him on the dance floor. A slow song is playing and I have to watch them grinding against each other. I have to admit, they look beautiful together. The pale skin matches as if they were twins, Spike in his usual black, but without his duster, Treck wears dark blue slacks, a white silk shirt, his long blue-black hair shimmers in the light and when he leans in, it seems to wrap around Spike, as does his whole body. A perfect match these two. No place for me. What was I thinking?

The nightmare comes back to me in full colour and surround-sound. There is just one difference in my feelings, I don't feel unworthy I am jealous as hell. I'm not gonna give this up so easily. Spike is MINE.

I don't realize I still have the knife from the lemon cutting in my hand when I start walking. Maerg stops me.

"Let me pass!" I yell at him and raise my hand to shove him out of the way. The knife glimmers in the lights from the dance floor. OH. I change the angle, pointing the knife at Maerg's throat. "Let me pass!" I growl angrily and Maerg looks frightened. Didn't know that would be such a satisfying feeling, to have someone be afraid of you.

~ Spike ~

The song is way too slow for my liking, but I am doing this for Xander not for me. Treck grinds against me and the familiarity of his body, his movements, soon have me reacting to him. Always liked to dance with him. Poof can't dance if his unlife depended on it, sings even worse but T is a completely different matter.

I feel Xander's gaze upon us like knives. Maybe this is a good plan. I throw in an extra slow, deep hip roll that makes Treck groan from the sensations. I can feel him hard against my hip and the smell of his needy lust has me equally aroused in seconds. He grabs my hips hard, thrusting against me to the rhythm of the song, moaning against my neck.

I twist us around a bit more so I can see my boy better, even though Treck tries to hinder the movement. Told him already, I am not dancing with him coz I want to be dancing with him, only to see the whelp's reaction to -- what the bloody hell is he doing? I struggle to get loose from my dancing partner.

 

~ Xander ~

"Xander, I can't do that. Xander is Master Spike's pet. Can't let you hurt Master. None of the Masters." He stumbles out, English grammar failing him in the face of death. Yeah, death coz I am ready to do anything to get those two separated. I want to go to Spike NOW. Anger flares up inside me so hot, when I hear him calling me 'pet', it makes me see red.

"Get. Out. Of. My. Way. Now!" I scream at him and shove the knife closer to his throat.

Seconds later, I'm on my knees on the floor, the knife gone and a cool hand like a steel band has wrapped itself around my neck.

"What the hell are you doing?" Spike grinds out, through anger clenched teeth.

Oh shit. Oh fuck.

"Get up." He commands me, in *that* voice again. I get on my feet and he leads me out of the club, the pressure on my neck never lessening. I feel like a dog on a tight leash. And everybody can see me.

 

~ Spike ~

I just can't fucking believe this boy. What the hell got into him?

I jump over the bar and land behind him without making a noise. Don't want him to accidentally kill off my chief bartender. Twilight's lost without him.

So what, lemon cutting is not the best job, but you don't fucking kill the-- Idiot!

I reach out and grab the base of his neck and the knife in one movement, too fast for a human to react to in time. I shove him on his knees and throw the knife on one of the counters, wiping off lemon juices on my jeans. I squeeze his neck a bit harder, delighted that no pain is forthcoming from the chip and command him to get up.

Don't know what he expected, but I certainly don't intend to let him go after he went all Michael Douglas. The scent of humiliation pours off him, but soon it's overlaid with the smell of loss and hopelessness. Silly boy. Still hasn't learned a bloody thing about me. Told him I'll keep him and if I have to I’ll put him in a damn cage to protect himself and my people from him. Bloody hell. What a mess.

 

~ Xander ~

He shoves me up the stairs to his apartment – yeah, his apartment coz I won't be here anymore. No way will he let me stay after I threatened to fucking stab one of his trusted staff members! What a show of crazy possessiveness – chapter 105 in my book of how to ruin relationships before they even start.

 

30 - Understanding

 

~ Spike ~

I guide him up the stairs and he doesn't make any attempt to get loose. I bet he's already packing his things and saying his farewells. What can I do to make him see that we just have to get to some kind of understanding and that this is just the phase where we get there? Just some provoking and testing of limits ‘til we reach some kind of consent in this arrangement. Oh well, so it's all a bit rough with the blood influencing him and me being a demon, but we will get through this, for his sake and my own.

 

~ Xander ~

When we enter that apartment he gives me a hard shove and I tumble and fall to my knees on the gym mats. I turn around, now lying on my back, propped up on my elbows and look at him, not sure what to expect next. He just stands there, every part of his body is proud, pissed off Master Vampire.

I try to stand up.

"Stay down." He spits and clenches his fist.

I shake my head. Already fucked it up, why not do it properly.

I stand up but before I can finish the motion, my legs are kicked out from under me and I am on my butt again. Spike though, is in the same position as before, as if he never moved.

"I said stay down." He growls dangerously.

"Why? Coz I'm your fucking pet? Have to listen to your every command?" I scream at him and congratulate myself. There is a slight difference between fucking up properly and setting up your own murder.

 

~ Spike ~

Oh boy, if you knew how a vampire handles his pets you wouldn't make the mistake of comparing yourself to one. You have absolutely no bloody clue.

I fire anyway: "No, but you seem to want to be handled like one."

I see the emotions flare, possessing and blinding him to the reality of the situation and he spits at me: "I don't want to be handled like a pet!"

"But you don't act as if I can trust you. Why are you attacking my other employees?"

"Aagh! I am one of your employees now!" Damn, I didn't mean it to sound like that. Trust me to say the wrong things, but he is one of my bloody employees, he is bartending in my club, isn't he. Can't help it if he's a bit oversensitive about working for me. Pffft.

"You ARE one of my employees!"

"Yes, but… fuck you Spike!" Oh yeah, very reasonable. If you don't tell me what I want to hear, what I want to know, soon, I'm gonna do something drastic.

"Xander! What the hell got into you?"

"Into me? … Nothing! Maybe something got *into* you, whilst I was waiting for you to show up???"

"What the 'ell are yer talkin' 'bout?" You’d better not be hinting at what I think you're hinting. Told you there was nothing between me and Treck. You still don't trust me. After everything, you still don't trust me.

 

~ Xander ~

"You don't get it, do you?" I don't get it either but it felt right to say it.

"No, XANDER, I don't fucking get it. Explain it to me!" He actually yells and it satisfies me on an animalistic level that I got him to lose control, even while the alarm bells in my head go off and tell me to run: pissed off vampire for god's sake!

I don't know what to say anymore. How can I explain what I am not sure of myself, what I don't understand myself?

"Well, stay here. Play the fucking drama for yourself, I have things to do, a club to manage, a…"

"A demon to fuck." I cut in, nearly choking on the words or on the tears threatening to fall. I am turning into a girl. Are these effects of the blood?

Spike turns back to me, sharply: "What?!" Eyes flashing gold.

"Go! Fuck that idiot! XanPET warms your bed until you have time for *it*!" I say and go down on my hands and knees. "I'm missing my collar, have you seen it anywhere?" Goofy grin.

 

~ Spike ~

"That's it? You think I am fucking Treck?" Fuck him. That's what I get for my patience and my consideration of him? He freaks and nearly goes on a killing spree coz he thinks – even after I told him I didn't – I fuck Treck.

"Does it matter? I am just your fucking pet." He sits back on his heels.

"You are not my bleeding pet!"

"What am I then?" he screams, outraged.

"What the hell do you want to be?" Stop sending mixed messages and give me a bloody clue.

"Your god damn lover, you m..urghmpfth." Finally.

 

~ Xander ~

I can't say anything more 'cause Spike has his tongue deep down my throat. Oh fuck. I'm on my back, my legs parted, Spike between them, perfect fit, on me, kissing like the world's depending on it. Oh fuck, it's so good.

It's mind blowing, pleasure and pain, soothing cool wet tongue and sharp teeth, control and possession. My whole body tingles like it's burning and, only where Spike touches me, the heat cools down. God, I guess I hadn't had a kiss before if this is a kiss. I am whimpering and I don't mind. It seems appropriate.

Now I know what it means to have your breath kissed away. I used to think it was just a romantic exaggeration, but it's not, it's painfully real. I'm struggling to get free, but Spike holds me in place with a desperation that brings tears to my eyes or is that just the lack of oxygen. I consider biting his tongue but remember that that is a complete No-No. So I just wait and when I pass out he'll know I need to breathe. Still human here.

 

~ Spike ~

Finally he admits it and as soon as the words leave his mouth I pounce at him and dive in. No hesitation, just get it over with and hope it'll be good. My lips touch his and he gasps in surprise, opening his mouth to me and I take it. I push my tongue in and my stomach flutters in response to the wet heat welcoming me.

Never gonna let this one go. Minemineminemine. I kiss him, trying to tell him just how good, how right this feels to me and his lips, his tongue reply to me, showing the same desperation and longed for fulfilment. Never gonna let you go. Mine. Mine.

He struggles and I want to cry out in anger. He's not gonna stop this now just because he has second thoughts already. Fuck his stupid human morals... oh, he just needs to breathe. Forgot about that. Gotta let him breathe before he passes out on me. This time no black outs, no cum stained pants, no sudden panic attacks. This time I want the real thing and he's gonna give it or.. or.. bloody hell. 

 

~ Xander ~

Gasping for breath, I still his face with both my hands, one of my thumbs strokes over his kiss-swollen lower lip. I stare into his eyes, lose myself for a moment in between the lust and expectations in sparkling blue. I take another calming breath before I start to babble.

"Spike, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Please don't make me lose this. Don't make me lose all this. I don't want to lose this, the club and the room and the job and.. and you. Don't wanna lose you."

 

~ Spike ~

I have to stop myself from smiling too warmly down on him. He is a mess, eyes puffy and cheeks red, he is lovely like this, all dishevelled and with his emotions laid bare.

"Sssh, silly." I sooth him, ruffle his hair and let my fingers tangle in the long, brown strands, then using them to pull his head back, allowing me to devour his mouth again.

"Not gonna let you go anyway." I rasp out, before biting softly on his lush lower lip.

 

~ Xander ~

Fighting back tears of relief I open my mouth to him, let his demanding tongue enter and meet my own. I moan, his name is like a prayer in endless repeat in my mind and on my lips when they're not occupied with being touched to Spike's.

In contrast to the overwhelming nature of the kiss, the thrusts against me start slow, careful, tender even. Oh god. I want him so much.

My hands slide down his back, fasten on his hips just moments before I meet his thrust, forcefully, deliberately, undeniably. Spike draws in another shuddering breath, grinds so slowly against me that I can feel every painful inch of his arousal against mine.

 

~ Spike ~

He's not going to bail out, made that clear, he did. He is hard and hot against me but I need more. I want skin. Right now. Right here.

"Clothes off." I moan more than I say it and bite playfully at his jaw before I fuse our mouths together again. He nods eagerly and I smile into the kiss when he grabs the hem of my shirt and starts tugging it out of my jeans.

 

31 - Confirmation

 

~ Xander ~

I am not sure what I am doing. All I know is that I want Spike soooo bad I am shaking, trembling in anticipation and fear.

I've never been with a man before, hadn't even thought about it for real. Yeah, so I noticed some men, looked at them differently than other men but it just wasn't something I’d tried to experience and now…

Finally, my suddenly clumsy fingers manage to grab enough of his tee to pull it out of his tighttightsofuckingtight jeans and I touch his bare skin. He moans and arches up against me, grinds down hard, gasps.

 

~ Spike ~

I've forgotten how hot humans are. I can't help it, I react so strongly to his touch. I gasp and press my groin down, seeking hardness against my own. I’ve waited so long for him.. now I finally have him. Willingly. Under me. I am minutes from losing complete control.

It's been so long since someone wanted me. Angelus, animalistic lust and enforcing of sire-rights. Treckle, comfort and forgetfulness, but never ever one thought of more.

A few men, experiences shadowed by bloodlust and demonic want.

This here with Xander is different, frighteningly so, but at the same time, delightful.

I have to be careful, don't want to bollix this up, don't want to scare him away, but I *need* to have him. The sooner the better.

I back off a bit so he can drag the tee over my head and let it fall to the ground. I watch him lock eyes with me, his gaze clouded with lust and I lick my lips. He mirrors the movement, moans helplessly and seconds later, I press kisses to his exposed belly. Even hotter skin meets my cooler lips and I breathe softly on his fluttering abs.

 

~ Xander ~

I hold my breath as Spike drags up my own shirt and starts pressing kisses to my belly. Not long after the first shy butterfly kiss, his lips parts and his tongue starts to dance over my skin. I can't think of another way to describe the sensations. It's a bit like an ice cube sliding over my skin, not as cold, but as wet and exciting.

I moan and arch up into him when he circles my belly button, licks over it with his flat tongue, then pushes the tip inside, swirling it around and all the time he makes these noises that tell me he is completely enjoying it. Every so often his chin brushes the tip of my hard cock through the thick denim of my jeans and I would beg him to just do the same a little bit deeper down, where I need it the most, if I hadn't lost all ability to form a coherent sentence.

I look down and, as if he knew I'd do that, he looks up and our eyes meet, brilliant blue with a mischievous sparkle greets me and I watch as he drags his tongue up and up, slowly ripping the shirt in two, right up the middle of my chest. He stops for a little circle around one of my nipples, then the other, before he licks up my throat and over my chin, reclaiming my mouth as soon as his lips reach it again.

 

~ Spike ~

Good to know I haven't lost my touch. The whelp, Xander, I remind myself, is a trembling mass under me, groaning and whimpering to every little movement of my tongue, my fingers, my lips on him. He is as responsive as I thought he would be, the excitement of a first time experience heightening his arousal and pheromones are practically pouring off him, turning me on even more.

His skin is hot and soft and tastes wonderful, the little droplets of sweat that build here and there are a special treat for me. I've never forgotten the delicious taste and scent of his blood, but the sweat and smell of him trigger the memory again, until I feel I can taste it again for real. Chocolate-dipped oranges.

His nipples are reacting as soon as I barely brush over them, very responsive these little nubs.

When I reach his mouth again, he is eager to kiss back, pushing his tongue against mine, in time with the thrust he makes against me. Oh boy, I will teach you everything, you're gonna ask me to stop because you'll think the pleasure is too much for you. You'll think you're gonna burst from it. And you will. I promise, you will.

 

~ Xander ~

I am gone. Complete mind numbing pleasure and I figure Spike has only just begun. God, how shall I last ‘til the actual event when the hors d'oeuvre nearly satisfies me?

Suddenly, Spike pauses and I open my eyes again, finding him staring down at me.

"Want more" he breathes more than actually says it, leaving it up to me whether he is asking a question or just making a statement. Anyway I nod, not trusting myself to speak and he smiles at me in that blindingly pleased way, I grin back, I can't do anything different.

He rips away the rest of the shirt, kissing every inch of skin that's newly exposed to him. He then finds his way back to my nipples, sucks them, licks them, nurses on them like a baby would on its mother's and I have to restrain from screaming in delight.

Never did anyone make me lose control like this, not that I have any experience but, with Spike, it's special. I know he can't hurt me, can't do anything I don't want to since the chip and that makes me feel safe. He is not coaxing me into anything, I want this, I want him and I want more than just this, I want it all. Fuck the consequences.

 

~ Spike ~

I watch Xander closely while he ponders the answer to what I said. He nods and grins and I know, it's just the natural reaction of a lust-clouded mind so I take my time with getting off the remnants of his shirt and continue to look for things to take a negative turn when he actually understands where exactly this is going.

I am surprised when he doesn't even tense up. We have locked gazes again and all I can see is trust and a questioning look for guidance. Don't worry, boy, I'm gonna show you and I'll start right now.

Slowly I let my hands glide down to the waistband of his jeans, he is a bit ticklish I realize but I don't dwell on it, don't want to kill the mood. When my fingers meet over the first button I casually stroke my thumbs down and up again over the impressive, denim covered bulge.

"May I?" I ask him, needing some kind of confirmation that he wants this, really wants this as much as I do.

 

~ Xander ~

"Just.. just do!" I gasp out. I can't manage more with him stroking up and down my cock, which needs the attention without so many clothes over it. I let my head fall back and groan when the first button pops open. I can't imagine any other moment when I would be so glad that he made me wear no underwear. I shudder when I feel his thumbs brush against the now bare head of my cock. The precum that's flowing freely since his hands were on my waistband, makes the glide easy and I enjoy the stimulation of his thumbs gliding over the slit, caressing and spreading the precum all over the tip.

He takes his time, he's never jerky, clumsy. Everything he does has this natural grace and confidence to it and when he dips down his head so his tongue can replace his thumbs, it's one smooth movement I really didn't expect and the sensation is nearly overwhelming me. I've never before felt a mouth on my cock. He's slowly lapping up the precum – it's torture of the best kind.

 

~ Spike ~

I know he didn't expect me to do this, I didn't want to do it because I thought it would bring him too close to the point of no return, but when the scent of his precum surrounded me suddenly, as soon as he was freed from the confines of his jeans, I just couldn't resist. I had to have a taste, just a taste. So I am a bit obsessive about fluids. I am a vampire, mate, can't help it.

I bow down and lick up the first droplets of his precum and I hum contentedly. Just like I imagined, pure Xander. I lick my lips, want to back off just when another drop emerges from his slit and I just can't stop myself from dipping down again, licking it off too.

He is panting so hard, his heart is pounding and I hope he'll not pass out on me again. Better safe than sorry, I pull back, watch the picture of ravished innocence for a second before I pop open the next buttons. One, two and finally, the last one. I don't hesitate, and grab the waistband of his jeans, pull at it and he raises his butt nicely for me so I can get it off him. Shoes and socks go with the jeans, not a big challenge really for someone with my experience and I throw everything out of reaching distance and sit back on my heels and study him.

He is gorgeous. Long lean legs, muscled thighs and narrow hips, a chest that's good looking for someone who doesn't work out or do hard labour, the muscles still a bit boyish needing to stretch and grow and be properly formed. Finally, my gaze settles on his cock and how it stands proudly from the nest of nearly black curls. Precum makes the tip glisten and I catch myself licking my lips in anticipation. Oral fixation, alright.

 

32 - Fulfilment I

 

~ Xander ~

The next thing I realize is that I am completely naked *and* that Spike has stopped touching me. I jerk upwards, thinking he has left me, that this is all just a big joke, get me naked and hot and bothered and then laugh his ass off and.. oh.

He stares at me, hungrily licking his lips. Wow. His eyes are dark and he looks like he can barely restrain himself from pouncing on me. Wow. I can't remember ever having seen this kind of lustful look before, and of course, never directed at me. I shiver but hold his gaze.

 

~ Spike ~

Oh god, he's just gorgeous. I try to figure out the best way to do this. I know he hasn't done this before but I want to go all the way, it's not gonna be enough to just rub myself off on his delicious body. He's close, not too close, but close enough not to hold out 'til we get to the real thing. But he's young... I give him a really wicked smile that makes him unconsciously whimper and draw back. You're not gonna get away from this, Xanny.

"Xanderrrr." I purr his name and his eyes open wide, trying to figure out what I'm about to do. I let myself fall forwards onto my hands and crawl the short distance towards him, never letting my gaze drop from his eyes.

 

~ Xander ~

Whenever I thought Spike was cat-like – man, was I wrong. If anything he is like a tiger, moving with control and goal-orientation. His intense gaze keeps me immobilized. Suddenly he stops, just halfway up my body and I want to cry out. What the hell is he playing at??? He's lying between my spread legs now, chin on his palms, breathing over my drooling cock and just looking at me.

"Urghmspihke!"

"You want something, Xander?" He purrs and raises his eyebrow suggestively.

Oh, you damn ...vampire. I just hold his gaze, repeating the message I want him to see in my head. My cock in your mouth, my cock in your mouth, my cock, your mouth, cock mouth, cock, mouth...

 

~ Spike ~

I grin to myself. Oh sweet boy, not gonna make this so easy for you. If I just do it, you're gonna tell me in the morning I took advantage of you or some such rot. Not gonna happen.

"If you want something Xander, you have to say it out loud. I can't read your mind, pet." Okay, well, that's completely bollocks just at this moment. My lips are not even an inch away from his cock, bloody-stupid-everybody knows what’s going on in his head right now.

 

~ Xander ~

I hate you, hate you, hate you.

"Cockmouthnow." I gasp out and beg to all gods existing that he stops teasing me. Please, Spike. Just *please* do it.

 

~ Spike ~

Oh well, let's show a bit of mercy, shall we?

I stick my tongue out, still holding his gaze and lick all the way up from his balls to the tip of his cock. He moans helplessly and I decide to take pity on him. He closes his eyes, then his head falls back and he gives himself over completely to the pleasure of my lips holding the tip of his cock and then slowly, so slowly, sliding down his shaft.

 

~ Xander ~

Finally. Oh my god. This feels so good. Spike licks along the underside of my cock while his lips slide downwards, then up again 'til they build a tight ring just under the head of my cock. He sucks just at the tip, carefully at first, then harder and I know, I'm not gonna last long.

 

~ Spike ~

Xander is moaning and writhing under my ministrations and – god – I can't remember when I felt this good before. I love the big head of his cock and I suck at it harder, getting drops of precum on my tongue and enjoying the pure taste of it.

He bucks his hips up, thrusts his long cock deeper in my mouth and I let him, 'cause this is heaven. To see him completely ruled by lust, not holding anything back, is great.

His fists clench and unclench by his side and he stills his body. Oh damn, boy, I can take it, just let go. I grab his hands and put them on my head, his fingers entwine with my hair and I bob my head up and down again. He gasps and thrusts again, this time he pushes my head down a bit to get deeper. Fuck yeah, that's it, Xander.

 

~ Xander ~

I bury my hands in Spike's short blond hair, comb through it and finally get a grip on it and he moans, or maybe hums, around my cock in agreement when I push him down a bit. Oh god – this feels so fucking good. The sounds he makes send vibrations through my whole body and I feel like I am completely losing control.

Suddenly his hands push my knees up and his fingers start to caress my balls, my ass. My breath hitches, I am a bit afraid but I want this. Then there are two fingers alongside his tongue, massaging the underside of my cock and that feels sooo great. Too soon they're gone and dancing down my shaft, over my balls, along my perineum 'til they find that entrance to my body. I tense for a second from the strange feeling of having fingers, cool, long fingers, stroking over my hole but Spike hums again, sucking so hard on my cock that I have to bite my lip to prevent myself from coming right now. I don't want this to be over, not right now, not ever.

 

~ Spike ~

Oh, the boy is so responsive. I was afraid he'd pull back at the last moment but a short tensing of his body was the only reaction. Fuck, my cock is so hard, it'll break through my jeans if it doesn't get out to play soon. The bloody zipper bites!

I continue to suck and lick on his cock while I start to work my saliva-slicked finger in his hole. Damn, he is tight. I encourage him to thrust in my mouth a bit more and every time, on the down thrust, my finger goes into him a bit deeper. Not a twinge from my chip so far. Well, actually he is working himself on my finger so why should it react. Don't think he is uncomfortable if I just go by the gasping breaths and groans he’s making.

 

~ Xander ~

I've never thought that a finger up my ass could make this fantastic blowjob even more fantastatitatic... oh, god. I don't even know which thrust I want more. The up one where my cock goes so deep into Spike's mouth I can feel the back of his throat, or the down one where his finger goes deeper inside me. Or his fingers now. Two fingers stretch me and make me feel light-headed.

God, what's he doing now? He wriggles his fingers and – oh fuck – hits something inside me. Oh god. Oh fuck. What! What! Don't stop! "Don't stop! Spike! Don't you dare stop now! Do that again. Do – ahhhhh! Yes, yes, yes!"

 

~ Spike ~

What a sweet boy. After he got used to the sensation of one finger, he accepts the second easily. He trusts me to make him feel good, to not make him hurt in any way. That's new for me. Not unpleasant though. Experimentally, I touch his prostate and his reaction is so – strong. Fuck. The ring of muscles clenches around my two fingers and I can feel my eyes rolling back in my head. God, I need to be inside him soon. I want to feel that heat, that tightness around my cock.

I draw back a bit, wanting to have a bit more time, and work another finger inside him, to prepare him properly. I am not little after all. But then he starts screaming at me not to stop and I can't say no to him. I bob my head up and down faster, swallow around him when he touches the back of my throat with the tip of his cock and press on his fun spot 'til I feel his body shudder. He comes in jerky thrusts, working his ass on my fingers to the hilt and I pull my head back a bit to get more of his juices on my tongue, where I can taste them properly. Fuck, I love his taste. I keep working him with my lips and tongue 'til he stills completely, letting him enjoy the afterglow.

When he stops panting so hard, I withdraw from his body and his eyes open wide, staring at me, fearfully.

"Ssssh", I soothe him, "back in a mo." I say, and crawl to where my duster is lying over the back of the couch and get the lube from one of the pockets. A man has to be prepared, doesn't he? On my way back to him, I unfasten my jeans and when I reach him, I am as naked as he is. He is still staring at me and I bite my lip to keep my face from taking on any expression. Fuck, he's not gonna have second thoughts now, is he?

 

33 - Fulfilment II

 

~ Xander ~

When the warm post-orgasmic feeling sets in I slowly open my eyes and push up my head, looking for Spike. He is fumbling with his duster getting something out of a pocket and before I see what it is I just know. Lube. I swallow hard and look away from the little tube embraced by long lean fingers up to Spike's face. At least that was what I wanted to but instead I am fixated on his other hand, how it strokes down his muscled belly to the waistband of his jeans. I hold my breath when the button pops open without any sound at all and then the zip goes down, agonizing slowly like a rollercoaster on its way up. The dreaded stomach lurching keeps out and it's not fear that makes me lick my lips. I've never been in a situation like this. I am afraid of doing things wrong – I am always afraid to do things wrong, nothing new there.

I get a glimpse of Spike's cock, not enough to really see anything clearly, before he drops down on his hands and starts crawling towards me. His shoulder and arm muscles play together with the fluid grace I have never seen on him without clothes and I wish for a second I could see him fight naked. Which is completely ridicoulous. I try to keep the grin from my face and when our gazes lock, Spike stops suddenly. He kneels between my still slack, spread open legs and just looks at me with an impressionless face. Well, it would work if he wouldn't keep tapping his fingernail against the tube impatiently.

We're stuck in something like a tie that's slowly killing the mood and someone has to break the silence, the tension. That would be me.

"Thought you'd be more the leadsinging type, not the drummer." I say and it looks like Spike's brain kinda short circuites.

"What?!" He asks, confusion clearly written on his face and I laugh a little and get a growl for it. I bite my lower lip and look down, freezing when I realise that Spike is completely naked, kneeling there with his cock proudly errect out from dark curles. Whoops, that is big. *swallow*

 

~ Spike ~

What the hell? Lead singer? Drummer? Me? I shake my head in irritation. I am not going to think about that now. Later. Now I want him. Badly. And well, if the look he gives my cock is anything but clear admiration. I suppress the smirk and open the cap of the lube, turn it and squeeze nearly too much in my hand. So, I am a bit nervous 'bout this too.

I rub my hands together and then, very slowly I lower my left hand down to my cock, fasten my fingers around it and give it a leisurely up and down stroke. Damn, feels like I have been waiting decades for this to happen and not just about over a week.

 

~ Xander ~

My own cock twitches when Spike wraps his long fingers round his own. He thrusts his pelvis out, abs fluttering like his eyelids do when the sensation hits. I watch him as he closes his eyes, takes in forcefully long breathes as he jerks his cock and all I can think is that he looks gorgeous and alive. Alive and just like any other guy in this world would look caught in pleasure and anticipation of... more pleasure.

The need to touch him, to share the experience with him gets so strong I try to sit up. That seems to snap Spike out of his preparations, if you want to call it that and he bows down to me, nearly touching his lips to mine while he stares in my eyes.

I can feel his breath on my lips, he's hesitating, waiting for something. I hold his gaze and sink deeply into the midnight ocean blue of his eyes, see the golden stars rise and sparkle and then I get it.

 

~ Spike ~

Blanketing his body with mine, taking comfort in the heat of his body I look at him and watch him figure it out. No lies. No hidden truths. No pretenses. I am what I am.

He seems surprised, not afraid, which is good.

"I want you. All of you." I whisper against his lips and flash my real eyes at him.

 

~ Xander ~

My mind goes completely blank for a few seconds and my cock jerks back to life almost but not quite painfully.

"Then take it." I finally force out the words in my head and surrender myself completely to Spike. He gasps before his tongue dives in between my half open lips. I moan, still overwhelmed by the way Spike kisses, as if nothing else but I exist for him and I like it that way. Don't think I've ever been this ...important to any of my former partners.

 

~ Spike ~

Bloody hell. As soon as he says it I need all my control to not let my demon out and roar in triumph. I settle myself a bit by claiming his mouth and touching every inch of flesh available to me. He is eagerly pushing back into every touch, every thrust of my hips. Then our cocks slide against each other and he cries out. Oh fuck, he has still so much to experience, so much to learn.

He rubs himself against me, frantically and his kisses get harder, demanding, more. Yeah, that's what I want to see, want to see you lose yourself, lose control.

"Xander." I moan and his leg comes up, wraps itself around my back. Fuck. No better time than now. A slight movement and my cock is gliding smoothly between his ass cheeks, not penetrating, just giving him the idea. He hisses, when the tip of my cock nudges carefully against the entrance of his body.

 

~ Xander ~

Oh. Oh. Yes. I think. I want more. So this is more. I want more. Easy. More. Everything that counts right now. More of Spike, of his kisses of his body, of this intimacy.

I push my hips forward a little, making clear that I want him in me now. Don't wanna wait. Need him now.

 

~ Spike ~

I... didn't expect that reaction. God – he's so eager. I pushes against the tip of my cock a bit more, and more, and more and I just press against him, waiting for him to open up farther, to take me in. He groans with every little millimeter his hole opens to me, every little millimeter I can get my cock in deeper inside his body.

 

~ Xander ~

Breathing seems to be a luxury I can't afford right now. I wriggle under Spike, rock against the steady pressure of the blunt head of his cock. Damn, I want him inside me now.

"Spike... more. Need more." I gasp out and try to emphatisize my request with another harder push.

 

~ Spike ~

Okay. Can't let him wait any longer, can I. I readjust my position, giving myself a bit better leverage and pull up his other leg, too. I look down and have to look away again quickly because the visual is just too good and would take me right over the edge if I would dwell on it.

I just hope I won't hurt him, much. I start pressing forward a bit more forcefully, watching his face with those wide brown eyes while I do and his hole clenches close. Oh come on. No.

"Relax. Just push a bit, will be easier." I whisper, not letting up the pressure and he nods. Seconds later I feel him open around me like a flower to the sun and heat is welcoming me. I shudder involuntarly.

"Yeah, Xan, that's it, baby, let me in." I moan, groan, whimper.

 

~ Xander ~

I didn't expect pain, maybe a bit but this has nothing to do with pain. A slow, deep strech that centers your whole world inside and nothing is important but that feeling – god – this is good. Getting better with every little thrust Spike makes and I feel the anticipation spiralling higher and higher to the moment he'll be full sheathed inside of me.

Another push and I bend up to him, try to keep my eyes on his when something gives and the thick head of his cock enters me. I feel like screaming and holding my breath at the same time and it's so weird and good and all together. Goosebumps and cold shudders race up my spine, making me push out my chest, arching of the floor.

 

~ Spike ~

Bloody hell. His passage clenches around my cock as soon as the tip is fully inside. Only experience keeps me from coming right then. The look in his eyes... complete ravishment and want, need is so intense. I give both of us time to get used to this new connection of our bodies, just a few breathes, in, out, in, out... before I dare to shove forward carefully. He lets out a long drawn out whimpering groan that makes me stop and he cries out. For more.

Inch by inch I push inside, trying to be gentle not urgent. Hard to keep control. The iron grip of his hands on my shoulders fastens even more and I know I rub against his prostate. His eyes are open and nearly black, staring at me with disbelieving wonderment. I bow down, resting my weight on my forearm while I tangle my hand in his hair, kiss him deeply and thrust in to the hilt. He gasps and shudders.

God, I love him.

 

~ Xander ~

It's too slow and too fast, too deep and not deep enough until finally I feel his balls against my ass. He's inside me. Deeply embedded inside of my body as if he belongs there, always was there, always will be there.

We're kissing with a basically new understanding of ourselves and it's soft and tender and ... original. There's something between us now in such a simplicity that wasn't there like this before. Two beings being one. Belonging. Love.

 

~ Spike ~

I draw back a bit to look into his face and his eyes are filled with amazement. I can't remember when - if anybody ever looked at me like that. We start rocking togther and his eyes roll back in his head while his mouth opens, groaning when I withdraw, lowly grunting when I return. I shift a bit so I get my hand free from under his leg which he wraps around my back immediately and I take his cock into my hand, start fisting it in time to my thrusts. He is so close, only a few strokes and he's crying out and coming in long thick ropes of semen across our both bellies.

His body's reaction, going rigid, then jerking in the midst of the orgasmic wave, his hole clenching and unclenching and clenching around my cock, sends me over the edge too and I pump my essence inside of him, losing it completely.

 

~ Xander ~

Seeing, feeling Spike come inside me, eyes flashing and his natural face emergeing than dissapearing in the calm down phase, knowing that this was fulfilment for both of us, makes me feel all warm inside. I know I am prolly grinning like mad.

Slowly my vampire opens his eyes and there is a new light shining inside the swirling golden-blue orbs. He starts to tremble, the strain of the events catching up with him and I pull him down to me, kiss his temple, his forehead, down his cheek bones and his soft lips. His mouth twitches in a weak smile and I embrace him, welcome him inside my heart.

 

Overview

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C: 23 | 24 | 25 | 26 | 27 | 28 | 29 | 30 | 31 | 32 | 33
D: 34 | 35 | 36 | 37 | 38 | 39 | 40 | 41 | 42 | 43 | 44 | 45 | 46 | 47 | 48 | 49 |tbc...