Ame's Insanity (amejisuto) wrote in ames_weirdness, @ 2010-01-09 16:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | buffy tvs, damned!verse, spike/xander |
Damned With You -- Spike/Xander Rated NC17 5/20
Title: Damned With You
Author: amejisuto
Fandom: BTVS
Summary: An accident at Xander's construction site changes his life forever.
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Written for darkhaven's birthday in March of 2005.
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be. No harm, no foul, no money made.
Warnings: Character death, bloodplay
Beta'd by kitty_poker1, thank you! suki_blue cheerleaded on this fic too.
Notes: Yet another older fic. Enjoy.
Part Five
Spike spent the next few minutes relearning his lover’s body. Tracing his fingers over the new planes of Xander’s face, feeling how solid and strong he was now. The muscles that had been built up due to his outdoor work enhanced by his new status as a demon. It thrilled Spike to know that he didn’t have to hold back his own strength. This was no human lover, this was his Childe, who was more than strong enough now to take all that Spike could give him and beg for more.
He did miss the feeling of heat that Xander used to radiate. The boy had been as hot as a furnace. But fuck, they could always get a heating blanket if they wanted warmth; he had Xander in his arms, moving and wriggling and begging for him.
A sharp pain broke Spike out of his lust. Xander had raked his new fangs on either side of one of his nipples, causing him to bleed, and was licking him, circling his nipple. He let out a half groan, half laugh. “Fuck, Xan, that’s so good.”
Spike rolled them so their positions were reversed and he was straddling his lover’s hips. He leaned down to capture Xander lips in a kiss, their fangs cutting small nicks for them to lap at and soothe.
He kept kissing Xander as he reached for the bedside table. He’d stashed some lube in one of the drawers in there…somewhere. He just had a hard time finding it, what with a squirming Childe underneath him. He finally grabbed it just as Xander bit his tongue. The sharp sudden pain only served to make him harder and he swore as he crushed the tube of lube and it broke.
Xander laughed but, before he could say anything, Spike captured his lips again. He didn’t need his smart mouthed Childe making one of his trademark comments.
He moved down from Xander’s lips, stopping to nip at the junction of his shoulders and continuing all the way down to his navel. Spike stopped and gave his lover a wicked grin before sinking his fangs into the flesh in between his belly button and groin.
Xander groaned and opened his legs wide and Spike moved so that he was cradled in between them. He scooped up some lube from the broken tube and started preparing his lover. There was no way he was going to be like Angelus and take a new Childe raw, even if Xander was a demon now.
He was going to do right by his Childe, no matter what.
In just a few minutes, Xander was rocking back on the fingers in his entrance and gasping as Spike bent down to tongue his nipples and fisted his cock with his free hand. Finally, Spike took hold of his own cock and thrust in and Xander gave a strangled moan. Xander put his legs over Spike’s shoulders and grabbed the sides of the bed. Spike knew he didn’t have to be quite as careful as he had been when Xander was human, though, and started pounding into his lover as hard as he could.
Xander writhed underneath him, and through the rushing in his ears Spike heard a litany of “Fucks!” and “Sires!” that made him go faster, feel harder than he’d ever been in his unlife.
“Fucking hell, you’re so good, Xan, so fucking tight. Could do this for hours now, luv; keep both of us on the edge for days, neither one of us coming until we fuck our brains out. Would ya like that, pet?”
“Fuck no! I want to come, Spike!!” Xander growled out. After a particularly hard stroke against his prostate, he whimpered. “Please, Sire? Make me come?”
Spike grinned evilly. It was time to show his new Childe just how flexible he was. He took hold of Xander’s legs and bent them closer to his head till he was nearly folded in two. “Hold on to these, Xan, and I’ll see what I can do.”
Xander’s eyes were wide and he seemed to have lost all coherent thought but he did as he was told. Spike held onto his thighs for leverage as he pounded in with every bit of speed and strength he had, making sure to hit Xander’s prostate as often as possible.
His lover was clenching around him and Xander was tight and good and he was family and Spike let loose one of his hands to bite into it and offered it to Xander. “Feed, Childe.”
Xander didn’t hesitate, but took the wrist into his mouth and sucked on it for all he was worth. It was the thought of what that mouth would feel like on his cock that took Spike over the edge and he growled as he came. As the aftershocks of his orgasm flowed through him, he felt and heard Xander reach his completion as he lost his grip and his legs flailed in the air for a moment before falling to the bed.
But that was okay, because it made it easier for Spike to crawl up Xander’s body. His Childe instinctively turned his neck and Spike sank his fangs in deep. Xander tasted like family and love and lust and just the richness of it all nearly had him hard all over again. Xander was still suckling at the wound on his wrist, making happy snuffling noises that made him sound like a little pig.
He chuckled at that thought and broke away from Xander, removing his wrist from his mouth and his fangs from his neck. He hadn’t been lying earlier; he could keep them there all day in an unending cycle of feeding and fucking.
Maybe later. Right now he knew he had to call Glinda and let her know everything had gone okay. Plus there was the added time bomb of Red and the Slayer to defuse, and he knew that Buffy had called Giles about the funeral, at the very least. Tara had warned him of that. And he had to present his Childe to the Master of his line, never mind that he was a nancy-boy who thrived in guilt.
“Love you, Spike, so glad you wanted to keep me. No one ever wanted to keep me before.”
That semi-sleepy statement from the man in his arms made him feel like melting. All of those other problems would be dealt with later. Right now, he had a Childe to coddle.
“I’ll always want you, Xan. You know me. Once I find someone to love, it takes more than heaven and hell to make me let go.”
Part Six