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Up earlier than expected (thanks to nightmare after nightmare care of Spike’s revelations), wanting to leave, needing to be at home, Xander wandered around Willow’s house and wished William, Spike, probably William would wake up and agree to go. Xander didn’t want to have any further discussions about this whole shitty situation, about claiming, about Dawn’s lustful interest in him, about… Xander wanted to go before Angel came back and took Spike away from him for good. There, admitted it. Back in the kitchen, Xander poured
himself a third mug of coffee and sat at the table. His cell was where “Hey, Pat, it’s me. … Wanna talk to me and make all the uncontrollable crap go away?” Xander was still on the phone when Oz sauntered into the kitchen. Genuinely warm smiles lit their faces when they saw one another, Oz coming to lay a hand on Xander’s shoulder, giving it a squeeze. This was the Oz massive statement of support and Xander appreciated it, putting a hand over Oz’s for a split second in the Xander massive statement of thanks. Then his old friend was gone. “Oz went?” “He thought, what with Spike being here and reacting differently to normal…” “I’m sorry.” “Why?” “You telling me you wanted him to leave?” “If it wasn’t for you he wouldn’t
have been here in the first place.” “Is it on again?” “For a while. Just for the sake of regular hot and bothersomeness. But only for a while. Oz knows that. He’s cool.” “What then?” “What?” “Us. Me with a werewolf, you with a vampire.” “Can’t believe I’m keeping soddin’ human hours,” came from the doorway as Spike entered, scrubbing his fingers through his hair until it stood on end. “It’s going to stop. Soon as we get home. No self-respecting vampire wakes up at eight-bloody-thirty.” Spike took a bag of blood from the refrigerator and headed for the microwave. “You’ve had the wolf in, Red. He could’ve stopped to say grr.” “Welcome back,” Xander said lightly, his whole world having exploded into rightness at the sound of those first few complaints. “Oh, right. Hello, love.” “How do you feel?” Spike stopped to think. “Hungry and horny, and not necessarily in that order. ‘Scuse me, Red.” And the vampire was on Xander, straddling his lap, taking his face in his hands and kissing him hard. As Xander automatically responded and brought his hands into play to hold Spike, they were grabbed and held away. “Sorry, mate, I seem to remember some hands-off rule,” Spike taunted gleefully before going in for another kiss. “Think – think I – umm – may
just…” Once alone, Xander was allowed his hands back, and they rapidly found their way inside Spike’s t-shirt, nails scraping over the lukewarm skin, making the vampire press into his touch. “Oh, fuck, Xander. Need you,” he groaned as Xander pulled away to breathe. “Let’s go home. We can spend the rest of the week in bed, we can…” “Yeah, I’m convinced, home, but can you just…” Spike lost the words as Xander’s hand slid over his erection, the warmth of the touch flooding through the sweatpants, centring his entire being around the firm caress. “Can I just…?” Xander asked innocently. “Yes,” Spike hissed as Xander’s grip tightened and he began to rhythmically rub the hard flesh through the material. Xander’s free hand undid the cord at the waistband, pushing inside and back until it held one smooth buttock. A firm squeeze and Spike was grinding forward into the hand on his cock. “You can have me, Xan, now, right now.” “Not yet, not here.” “Xander…” “I want you to think about it. How it’s going to be when we get home. Gonna keep you buck naked for a week and just fuck you and fuck you and fuck you.” The hand left Spike’s cock but he barely had time to get into whine mode before it was back, inside the sweatpants, flesh to flesh and that was so much better. “Promise,” Spike gasped. “Promise,” Xander replied as breathlessly. “Need you to fuck me.” “I know. I will. I love you. I will.” Xander pushed the sweatpants down onto Spike’s thighs. Sliding his hand from Spike’s cock to the unheld buttock he grabbed a hold and, both hands now kneading the firm flesh, raised him to his feet. Spike whispered encouragingly, a litany of pleas, as Xander pulled him close and took him into his mouth, recognising the urgency of the vampire’s need and wasting no time on preliminaries, sucking hard as his head dipped and rose, flicking his tongue over the sensitive glans before dipping again. Hands clamped onto his shoulders as Spike steadied himself, and Xander picked up speed, revelling in the soft, needy noises coming from the vampire. His fingers crept towards Spike’s opening and, as one gently stroked and pressed, Spike gave a single harsh sob and folded over Xander, cock jerking as streams of cool seed spurted into the human’s throat. Xander swallowed repeatedly, kept on sucking; he didn’t want the experience to end and fought against losing the intimate contact as Spike collapsed back into his lap. Linking his arms around Xander’s neck, Spike slumped forward, breathing ridiculously hard for a creature who didn’t need to breathe at all. His mouth found the silky skin below Xander’s ear and he licked, inspiring shiver after shiver. Xander’s arms tightened around him. “I can’t believe we just did that
in Spike chuckled softly against Xander’s neck. “Xander Harris just blew me in Willow Rosenberg’s kitchen. Go, Scoobies!” “Go, Scoobies,” Xander echoed softly as he manoeuvred Spike into a more kissing-friendly position, finding bare flesh and pulling up the sweatpants. The vampire squirmed on Xander’s lap, tormenting the erection trapped in his jeans. “You feel like rock. Let me…” “No. You have your blood, I’m going to go take care of this.” “Why do it yourself if you have me?” “Because I don’t want anything else starting here, I’m too…squeamish about it.” “Frightened “You don’t know how close that is to the truth! Last night, she started on about— Never mind. Let’s just say I’m looking forward to getting home.” Spike kissed Xander, gently rode the bulge that pressed against him. “Where you’re going to fuck me and fuck me and fuck me,” he murmured. “Oh, yeah. Lots of mutual fucking, I promise, but now…” Xander pushed the vampire off his lap and stood; Spike’s hand went straight into fondle mode, bee-lining for the irresistible swelling distorting the grey jeans. Backing away with a grin, Xander gestured to the microwave. “Build your strength up, you’re going to need it.” … “But everyone was going to come by
later to see you off,” “We want to get back to the house, we only just moved in, lots to do, want to get it in order before I go back to work…” “But…but…” Xander stopped and waited, regarding his friend with affection. “After what Spike told us, we’re all shaken up. We all wanted to be with doing-okay Spike for a while.” Xander pulled “I do understand. Spike understands.” “But you’re going to go anyway.” “Yes. Look, Wills, he never meant to say all that stuff in front of you and Buffy and Dawn. He couldn’t help the way it came out, and he feels bad about upsetting you, and he also feels… I have to say ashamed here but I so do not want to say that.” “That’s awful,” “It is. So I have to take him home, make him feel great about himself, and then I’ll bring him back to visit and we’ll all feel better again.” Spike turned into the hall, dropping the box of belongings he’d retrieved from his old home. “This is cosy.” Spike very deliberately prised the two friends apart. “Think you two would have learnt in the past about fooling around in front of the currents.” “Completely innocent,” Xander explained seriously. “And we were talking about you.” “There’s a surprise.” “Y’know, comparing vampires and werewolves: equipment, technique, stamina…” “He’s joking, he’s joking!” “Shame that, would’ve liked to hear the conclusions. God knows I haven’t anything to be embarrassed about,” he grinned, patting Xander’s cheek before retrieving his box and passing through to where the Merc was parked in the shade of the garage. “Tell Oz to give me a ring,” his voice echoed back to them, “we’ll talk humans.” Xander dipped into his pocket for
the car keys and found something else in his hand. He brought it out and studied it: the piece
of wood Spike had pulled from his own throat.
Sharp and coarse and stained dark with blood, relatively huge when he
thought of where it had been lodged. He
must have been in agony, all those weeks with me, he was in agony. Xander took a sharp breath and “Here.” She took the wood from him. “Put it in your watcher’s museum. It’s what it takes to silence a vampire.” Another long, sad hug and Spike
was back, parting them yet again, taking his turn to hug “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry, Spike,” she whispered, voice shaking with emotion. “We’re all sorry.” Spike rubbed her back and kissed the top of her head. “You looked,” he murmured into her hair, at last a statement rather than a question. “We looked.” “Then don’t be sorry.” Another kiss and he slipped away after Xander. Again, … “Did you always wear the chain?” Spike stopped fiddling. Started fiddling again immediately. “At home. But not on patrol. I was fighting a fledge one night and he grabbed it, almost broke it. Couldn’t cope with the thought of losing it so I took it off if I thought I was likely to get into a fight.” “I saw it at “You mean you underestimated what a romantic old sod I am.” “Maybe.” “I’m glad I wasn’t wearing it when I was taken. The thought of those bastards having it as some…some souvenir…” “Those dead bastards. Those painfully fried bastards. Grandpa’s best roast.” Xander beat a drum-roll on the steering wheel. “Way to go, Angel!” “Xander… Know what I couldn’t tell the slayer?” “What?” A moment’s indecision before speaking. “Finn was there.” The car swerved. “Riley?” “I was his call. He’d always wanted to get back at me for what went wrong between him and Buffy. Picked a choice way of doing it.” Xander went cold. “You – you don’t mean he was one of the…” “He wasn’t around much. Maybe he didn’t know how it was going to be, but when he saw how it was shaping up he could’ve made a call. Told someone where I was, what was happening.” “Fuck me. I don’t believe it. Worse than that, I do believe it. Riley Finn.” “I was right? Not to tell her?” “At least that answers the big why you. But what was it all about, Spike? Why were they doing it, what did they want?” “Power,” Spike replied quietly. “Power?” “Power.” When it became clear that Spike had nothing more to offer Xander started to think about the subject of power, making too much or too little sense of it, picking it over until his head ached. He was grateful when Spike distracted him. “Xander, was I right not to tell Buffy?” I am being Mr Nice, I love Buffy, I am… Getting. Over. It. Me and Buffy, same side. Me and Buffy and Spike, same side. Angel’s balls as a trophy. “Yeah, yeah, you were right, and you were always right about that prick too.” Xander shook his head in astonishment. “Riley Finn.” … Spike dozed for the latter part of the journey; Xander sneaked the radio onto channel mushy and sang along under his breath, trying not to think about all the things banging away at his brain. He didn’t need the truth about Spike’s incarceration, he certainly didn’t need Riley Finn’s involvement… Fuck me. Why is it that whenever Spike gets hurt we end up back at Buffy? …and he didn’t need the thought of Angel’s noble offer of help. He had to focus on his vampire, on the need to claim him, and what the hell was that about? He knew he had to fuck, no, have sex with, no, make love to him, but was there some kind of ceremony involved? Words he had to say? He was already nervous enough without the added pressure of having to get things right. So much for wanting to take things slowly. Spike would hopefully forgive him being inexperienced and crap in bed but if he screwed up this claiming? And there was their home: safe, lit, welcoming. He loved it already, what it said about him, about him and Spike. Shame that he was going to metamorphose into Mr Inadequate the moment he was over the threshold. Spike felt the car park up, stirred and stretched. “Hungry,” was the first word out of his mouth. “Go and eat then. Don’t forget the alarm.” Spike tucked the box from Fetching his mug and filling it with the heated blood, Spike pulled out a chair and sat at the table, reaching for the first of the letters, knowing it was the first by the date on the postmark – two days after Xander had left – and slipping a knife along the top of the envelope, neatly cutting it open. The next step proved impossible and Spike was still stuck in a quandary when Xander joined him. “That’s a miserable face.” “Should I read them?” “What? The letters?”
Xander considered. “Might make
you laugh in a not-so-nice way, but I probably deserve that. God, they were hard to write. Trying to say how much I cared without saying
how much I cared, trying not to cry all over the paper in case you’d be able to
tell. I was pathetic. So lost without you.” Xander shuddered at the memory. “ “I never said a word to her.” “If the expression on your face was anything like the expression on mine it must have been obvious.” “Did you ever say you loved me? In the letters?” “Always signed them with love, but never wrote I love you. Couldn’t, could I? After what I’d done I didn’t have the right.” Spike took the letter from the envelope he’d opened and began to read. After twenty seconds he threw it down and went to Xander, laying his hands on the human’s chest. “Every sentence,” he said hoarsely. “Every word says it.” Xander crushed the vampire to him, whispering of his love, over and over. “Keep your promise, Xander. Now. Please.” Xander let Spike lead him, getting as far as the foot of the stairs before digging his heels in, refusing to take another step, guiltily unable to meet Spike’s eyes. “Don’t do this to me,” Spike said quietly, so quietly that Xander couldn’t make out the underlying emotion. But he didn’t want Spike mad at him or upset. “I’m afraid.” Spike lifted a hand and ran his fingertips along Xander’s jaw. “Of me? You can’t be.” “Not of you. Of this. What if I get something wrong? It’s obviously so important.” Spike gave one of his best hard-done-by sighs and sat on the stairs. After a moment Xander sat beside him. They exchanged a look, self-reproach meeting disappointment, before Spike smiled and took Xander’s hand. “Shouldn’t keep pushing you.” “I used to think that, if it ever came to this, I wouldn’t have time to worry about it.” Spike raised a questioning eyebrow. “Thought you’d just…take.” “You’re joking!” “Why didn’t you? All that time together…” “I wasn’t sure you wanted me, Xander, and I had everything to lose. You could have…” “You expected me to make the move?” “Why not? You only had me to lose.” “Only…? That’s one big only.” Xander kissed the hand that held his. “You really didn’t know I wanted you?” “I was never sure. Sometimes I’d know for certain, and then, other times…” “Aren’t vampires meant to be able to scent things like that? You should have been drowning in pheromones every time we were in sight of each other.” “It wasn’t enough. You can get aroused by someone without really wanting them, especially at that age. If you’d only said something.” “Take me, I’m yours?” Xander chuckled. “Anyway, pet, I couldn’t… Not you. Not like that.” “Why? What makes my body so different to everything else of mine you stole?” In a swift movement, Spike had Xander off the stairs and up against the wall, toes barely touching the floor. “This what you want?” the vampire growled, eyes tinted gold. “Fuck, yes,” Xander gasped. Spike gradually let Xander down, laying his head on a broad shoulder and listening to the hard breaths and pounding heart. “Can’t.” “If it’s the chip…” “It’s not just the chip.” Xander stroked the back of Spike’s head. “Then what?” “Can’t risk William being thrown out while I’m in you.” “I understand that.” “And there’s…” “What? What else?” Spike laughed to himself. At himself. “While you were indulging this fantasy of being taken, I was indulging in one of my own. The fantasy of you giving yourself willingly to me.” Xander threaded his fingers into the soft hair, gently scraping his nails along the vampire’s scalp until he shivered with the pleasure of the touch. “I do, Spike. Give myself willingly.” “There’s something incredible about being actively desired. More so when it’s for the right reasons. Fooled myself a lot, but I’m not convinced I’ve ever known it. I thought you might be the one.” “Oh, I’m the one, believe me. And I love you like crazy, is that a right enough reason?” Spike nodded against his shoulder. “I love you and I give myself to you.” Xander enjoyed Spike’s subdued moan, wanted more of the same. Now he knew Spike wouldn’t be taking chances with William it was really up to him, and Spike’s needs were far more important than any qualms. He had to make the vampire feel wanted. Really wanted. Actively desired. Oh, yeah. Xander could indeed actively desire. His lips touched Spike’s ear, voice dropping to a low purr. “I should do more than give myself. I really should do the taking. I’ve wanted to possess you for so long.” Spike moaned again, pressing himself into Xander, mouth fixing on the human’s neck. “Going to make you mine, Spike. Claim you for me, for ever. Want you to suck me until I’m so hard I can’t stand it any longer, then I’m going to open you up and find out just how good it feels to fuck you until you scream.” Xander felt Spike’s head start to lift but clenched his fingers in the blond locks and kept the vampire still, registering a soft, frustrated whine. “Want me to tell you about all the ways I’ve dreamt of having you? Want me to show you?” With a growl Spike dislodged Xander’s hand and found his mouth, kissing him passionately and taking advantage of the opening lips to explore the heat with his cool tongue. Xander felt his clothes being mauled open, buttons pinging off his shirt, long ripping sound announcing the fate of his t-shirt. Xander began to manoeuvre Spike back to the stairs, and they moved up them, a stair at a time, still kissing and touching, leaving clothing and footwear at intervals. Eventually they turned into the bedroom and Spike physically threw Xander on the bed before hurling himself on the human, catching himself on his arms before he could drop and knock the air out of his lover. More kisses and Xander prised Spike away a few inches. “Don’t stop, don’t stop,” groaned the vampire, taking Xander’s hand and laying it over the bulge his erection was making in his jeans. “Want you, feel how much I want you.” “Explain what you need.” “You’re so good,” Spike murmured before dropping his mouth to Xander’s chest, sucking on a nipple and having to be forced away for a second time. “This claiming…” “Fuck me. Just fuck me.” “There’s nothing more than that?” “It’s for me, so I know I’m yours. Say…stuff, I don’t know, no-one’s claimed me before. You’ll think of something.” “You’re pretty good at the deep and meaningful, aren’t you?” The only response was a low, horny growl. “And…umm…what do I do if William…y’know.” “Stop,” Spike insisted vehemently. “Okay, then… Let’s… Nervous here, Spike.” “Don’t be. You’re perfect. You’re so fucking perfect. You’ll make this perfect.” “I’m relieved you’re not putting me under pressure,” Xander countered wryly. Spike tore at the fastenings of Xander’s jeans, having his hands pushed away and watching with fevered eyes as Xander undid the button, then the zip. “Want to taste you.” Spike was panting and the sound zinged to Xander’s groin, making his cock impossibly harder. “Want to do what you said. Make you so hard you can’t stand it.” “Think I’m already there.” Smacking Spike’s hands away again, Xander lifted his hips and eased his jeans and boxers down, letting the vampire take over when there was less danger of the clothes being ripped to shreds. Spike stood and gazed appreciatively down at his naked lover… “You’re beautiful. You’re so fucking amazingly, absolutely, fucking gorgeous.” …before fumbling at the fly of his own jeans, allowing Xander to sit up and take over. Looking down as Xander peeled the tight jeans away, gasping as the dark head bowed over his rampant cock and lips fastened on the glans. “Ohhhhh, yes. Xander likes to do that,” Spike observed with the tiny part of his brain he still had functioning. “Mmm.” Xander pulled back slightly, speaking with his lips still brushing the sensitive flesh. “Give me time and practise and I might get pretty good at it. Didn’t realise it would be so…erotic to feel you come…” Spike resorted to growls as he pushed Xander back on the bed, mouth descending on Xander’s, tongue fucking the human’s lips in rhythm with the thrust of his hips. Yet again, Xander was shoving him off. “What?” “Let me calm down a bit or this’ll be finished before you get what you want.” Spike rolled back onto the bed, still panting with lust, still turning Xander on with just the sound of those breaths. Xander glanced at the vampire and away, wondering if it was possible to come simply by looking at the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. Wasn’t prepared to find out right now and started thinking of turn-offs. There’s a piece of magic: Angel threatening to do the taking. Desire dropped away instantaneously as Xander focused on the memory of the smug bastard as he stroked Spike’s hair. ‘If you don’t. I will.’ Oh, yeah? Xander reached in the cabinet drawer for a tube of lubricant he’d bought in terrified anticipation. Too fucking late, you incestuous cunt, he’s mine. And you’ve made this all the easier. Xander turned onto his side, facing Spike and teasing the washboard stomach with his nails, enjoying the cool body squirming beneath his touch. Hand tracing down the hip and onto the thigh, coming back to cup and massage the tight balls before exploring that wonderful cock. Back to the thigh, easing Spike’s legs further apart and hooking one of his own over the closest knee. His fingertips caressed the silky perineal skin and gradually travelled back. Spike bucked under his hand, spreading his legs wide and offering himself, beginning a whole new flurry of pants as Xander gently familiarised himself with the opening he was about to explore. “Going to fuck me?” Spike pleaded. “Gonna fuck you,” Xander smiled. “Claim you. Because I love you. Because you’re mine.” Spike bucked again, trying to force himself onto fingers that frustratingly moved with him. “I’m ready, I’m ready, I’m ready,” the vampire chanted breathlessly. Xander removed his hand and uncapped the tube of lubricant, spreading a good dollop over his fingers before reaching for Spike again. His wrist was grasped in an iron-tight grip. “I just want to …” “No. Put that on you.” “Look, I don’t know much, but I know I can’t just…” “Yes, you can.” “I refuse to hurt you.” “Even if it’s what I want?” “Why would you want me to hurt you?” “You have to make me bleed. This has to be hard and…” “Spike…no.” “Hard, Xander, really make me bleed. I want to wash those fuckers away. Wash them away with my blood and your come.” “It’s…it’s brutal.” “Yes. Yes. But blood…the vampire’s panacea.” Spike guided Xander’s lubricated hand to his own cock. “Just a little on you so you don’t get too sore.” Xander mindlessly did what Spike instructed, letting the vampire trail his fingers over him, persuading him back to the full hardness that was lost with talk of blood and pain. “I want this. Want you, Xander. Break me open. Make me bleed. Come in me. Claim me.” “When I said I wanted to make you scream I didn’t mean with pain.” “This will be pain and joy.” “I’m not sure if I can do it.” “You can. If you love me you’ll claim me. If you don’t…” “What? Someone else will?” Xander demanded. Spike grinned wickedly, ignoring Xander’s sudden irritation. “If you don’t, I’ll tie you down and impale myself on you.” Oh. Oh? Oh! Giveaway twitch of the cock in Spike’s hand. “Actually, that sounds pretty good. Got any rope? I used to wonder what went through your head when I was strapped in that chair of yours in the basement. Ever think about wandering over in the middle of the night and taking a shot at Spike?” Xander bit back a groan as Spike’s hand found a good rhythm. “You could’ve had me then, I wouldn’t have said no. Could’ve got on your knees for me, taken me in your mouth. I’d’ve come for you willingly, given you a taste. Or you could’ve climbed onto my lap and ridden me. Given me that beautiful virgin arse and felt me be the first to shoot inside you. Wouldn’t even have stopped you fucking me, Xan, if you’d just shown a little need. If you’d needed me then like you need me now, and you do need me now, eh, love?” “I do. I need you so badly.” Xander opened his eyes as the hand left his cock and Spike began to turn over. But the vampire stopped and fell back almost immediately; Xander refused to pursue the memory that had put that look on Spike’s face. “I have to see you, see it’s you, I can’t…” “Good. Good, that’s what I want, I want you to see me. Want you to look in my eyes when I claim you.” The desperation flooded back through Spike, and he submissively let Xander manhandle him to where he wanted, panting again as Xander slid over him, responding frantically as Xander kissed him. The loving hands that swept his body made him think too much, so different from those that had mauled and damaged. He couldn’t be patient, he couldn’t be brave, he needed Xander to claim him, cleanse him and he needed him now. “Please,” he choked, trying not to cry, fearing that Xander wouldn’t carry on if he witnessed tears. “Fuck me.” He felt Xander touching him, opening him, pressing the solid flesh of his cock against him. “I’m making love to you,” Xander corrected, voice shaking as hard as Spike’s. “Look at me.” Spike knew there were tears in his eyes and resisted. “Look at me. Look at me, sweetheart.” That caught Spike. He’d never been anyone’s sweetheart and he wanted to see Xander’s face, to know if it was truly meant. He braved the reaction, opening his glistening eyes to his love. And, by God, didn’t Xander mean it. The expression on his face was intense and desirous and adoring. “Sweetheart?” Spike murmured. “I love you.” Xander pressed forward, pressed hard, met strong resistance, pressed viciously hard and forced himself into the tightness of Spike’s body. He made himself ignore the vampire’s stifled cries of pain as he was torn open, drew back, rammed himself home. Repeated the action, hating his physical response to the wonderful tightness on his cock, the innate goodness of being inside another body, despising the craving to come and keep on coming. There were tears on his cheeks as he ploughed into the rapidly warming channel again and again, but then, piercing the shroud of self-loathing, filtering through the rant in his head that told him he couldn’t do this, couldn’t bear to cause Spike pain, didn’t want the blood or the responsibility, he heard gasps, words of love, felt the touch of hands that urged him on. “Yes. Yes, that’s it,” Spike was telling him, his tone soft and encouraging. “My Xander, my Xander, have me, own me…” Xander risked a look at Spike, and with eyes clouded by guilt and sorrow he saw a face transformed to even greater beauty by ecstasy. It sent a shudder throughout his body that caused his movements to falter; the vampire’s eyes fluttered open and vivid blue shone for the briefest second before becoming black with desire as he focused on the man above him. All reservations evaporated with that look and Xander’s mind fixed on one thought. I can save this, I can make this good, I can make him come, make him come, ohGodIwanttohavetomakehimcome. Resuming his movements, exploiting the slickness provided by the blood, Xander rolled his hips, dipped, weaved, experimented until he saw the astonishment on Spike’s face as he found his prostate and sent jolts of pleasure through the vampire’s body, establishing the perfect angle and giving him that pleasure over and over until he was bucking up against the thrusts, rubbing his dripping cock against Xander’s stomach. “Spike, look at me,” Xander urged once more, having to say the words before it was too late. Spike obeyed, gazed wide-eyed at the man above him. “I love you. I claim you. You’re mine. I claim you and it’s forever. From this moment on it’s like no-one else ever touched you. You’re pure. And you’re mine.” Xander saw the stunning eyes glaze over with tears and leant down to gently kiss Spike’s mouth before moving to the base of his neck and biting hard as he thrust again. The vampire did scream. Howled. Joyfully, as he was splendidly fucked and made to come so hard that lights flashed behind his eyelids. Again, as the claiming was completed, Xander’s hot semen flooding into him, healing him, purifying him.
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