Ame's Insanity (amejisuto) wrote in ames_weirdness, @ 2010-01-17 16:03:00 |
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Entry tags: | buffy tvs, damned!verse, spike/xander |
Damned With You -- Spike/Xander Rated NC17 19/20
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 Nineteen
“Damn it, Angel! Could you not do that?! With the sneaking and the whole sounding like you’re pronouncing someone’s death sentence, you’re going to make me more nervous than I already am!”
“Look, Xander…”
“Shut the hell up, the both of you! Let’s just act like we bloody well like each other for an hour and get this over with. Dear fucking gods, can we just get through this before the lube goes off?”
“Does lube even has an expiration date?”
Spike smacked Xander on one of his thighs. “Childe…”
“Ooops. Sorry, Daddy.” Xander looked honestly chagrined and from the corner of his eye Spike could see the sides of Angel’s mouth turn up just a bit. Maybe they could get this over with now. Not that he enjoyed the idea of letting Angel take his Childe. Xander had never been with another male, ever, and Spike hated the idea of sharing.
He grabbed up the tube of lube, strongly resisting the urge to look for a use by date, and turned to Angel. “I’ll get him ready while you strip.”
He knew he had a look of defiance in his eyes that would normally would piss Angel off but he didn’t care. Vampire tradition called for the fledgling Childe to be presented to the Master of the line with no preparation whatsoever. But he couldn’t do that to his Xander. He still repressed all memory of the time when Dru had brought him in front of ol’ Batface. He wouldn’t put Xander through that kind of pain and humiliation.
Angel looked at him and nodded once and Spike let out a breath. He kissed Xander softly on the side of his mouth. “Gonna get you ready, pet, and this will all be over soon. Just relax, I’m here.”
He moved between Xander’s legs and started to prepare him. There was always something magical about this act. Even as a vampire Xander would gasp and pant and make little mewling sounds that went straight to his cock. His body would clench around Spike’s fingers and it almost felt like Xander was drawing him in, pulling him in deeper.
And while on one level he truly enjoyed this moment because Xander was just so fucking gorgeous like this, spread open and wanting, he hated it too. He hated that Angelus was seeing just how beautiful his Childe was, that he would even once get a chance at feeling how tight he was, how sweet it felt to be close to someone like Xander.
Spike really hoped the soul was stuck on tight, and that Angel would feel too guilty about Connor and doing this to Xander to really enjoy himself. Angelus had always loved to take whatever Spike held dear away from him.
If it came to that he’d go with Xander’s Plan B, and worry about sweeping the dust out of the room later.
A large hand touched him on the shoulder. “William, that’s enough.”
He turned his head and snarled, his true face breaking through unexpectedly. Reluctantly, he left his place and went to hold Xander in his arms. He couldn’t have stopped glaring at Angel if he tried. “If you hurt him…”
“Will, Spike, it will be okay.” Angel gave Xander a half smile. “Don’t worry, young one, this will be over soon.”
Xander had moved so that he was lying down on top of Spike and Spike's erection was boring a hole into his Childe’s back. He ran his hands down Xander’s arms soothingly and took his hands, wrapping their fingers together in a grip so tight that a human’s bones would have shattered.
Spike had to admit, Angel was careful when he entered Xander, going slow, letting Xander adjust. Still, when Angel pushed all the way inside there was a soft whimper of pain and Spike kissed Xander on the top of his head.
Spike found he couldn’t even look at Angel, or at where Angel was joined with Xander. Not that it wasn’t a beautiful sight, the soul didn’t make Angelus bad in bed, but he hated the thought of anyone else touching his Childe.
He looked down at Xander’s face and Spike saw that his lover was biting his lip. He looked like he was trying to control himself. Spike swore silently to himself in a hundred different languages. When Xander enjoyed sex he was very vocal but this time he was silent. That meant either he didn’t love it, or was afraid he’d hurt Spike’s feeling if he did.
He nuzzled Xander’s hair. “It’s okay to let go, pet. I won’t mind. Relax, luv.”
Immediately Xander’s true face came out and he let out a low groan and started thrusting back against Angel. “Ooh, so big, Daddy. Feel so full. Gods!”
Xander threw his head back and nearly screamed. Evidently the sounds he was making were turning Angel on just as much as Spike because his thrusting became faster, more erratic. The next few minutes were filled with the sounds of flesh hitting flesh and first Xander's and Spike’s and then Angel’s harsh breathing.
Spike had to grit his teeth at the combined weight of the other men pressing against his cock. He could feel where his pre-come had leaked on Xander’s back, making it easier for him to thrust against it, but he controlled himself. He had plans for Xander when Angel was finished.
Suddenly Angel growled in the back of his throat. “Gods! Xander…I’m going to…”
Spike leaned forward to speak into Xander’s ear. “You need to submit to him, pet. Just this once, right? He’ll bite you and give you some blood, then you’ll belong.”
He knew that last bit would guarantee Xander’s cooperation. All his life he’d felt like he was the outsider, like he didn’t fit in. He felt somewhat guilty taking advantage of Xander’s fears but wanted to make sure Xander didn’t fight this.
“But…”
“Shhh, it’s okay. Just submit. It’ll be okay, Childe, promise.”
Xander had never stopped his movements but he looked through heavy lidded eyes, first at Spike and then Angel. He whined in the back of his throat and nodded, turning his head for easy access.
Angel must have been holding himself back for that because as soon as Xander bared his neck he slipped into his true face and leaned forward. Spike could sense the smell of blood added to the already rich scent of sex. He groaned at the sounds of feeding and fucking and found himself getting even harder. He unwound one hand from Xander’s grip and used it to keep his Childe from coming. Angel’s part would be over soon.
And then it would be his turn.
Angel suddenly reared back, his mouth painted red with Xander’s blood. He used his own fangs to tear into his wrist and presented it to Xander, who latched on and started feeding. Spike could feel him moan at the taste of such old blood.
As for Angel, his eyes were nearly rolling to the back of his head and Spike could see his hips going even faster, pressing harder into Xander’s body until he gave a rasping moan and came.
Xander was whining and pleading with Spike to let him come but he ignored his Childe for the moment. Angel was gasping and had nearly collapsed on top of them both but he shakily pulled out of Xander and moved to the other side of the bed.
Spike quickly took his place, hardly even waiting for Xander to adjust to being empty before he was thrusting into him, enjoying the feel of cool muscles clamping around his dick. This wasn’t going to take long, they were both too close to coming, but Spike was going to do his damned best to make it as intense as possible.
He threw both of Xander’s legs over his shoulders, nearly bending his Childe in half and Xander gasped at the change. He set a quick pace, pumping in and out as fast as he could while still hitting Xander’s prostate every time and Xander keened his enjoyment, his hands clawing at the sheets below him.
“You’re mine! My Childe! My lover! My forever! MINE!”
He leaned forward and sunk his fangs into his Childe’s neck, just below Angel’s mark. He brought one hand away from where he was bracing himself on the bed to urge Xander to bite at his own neck, sharing blood more intimately than they had ever before. He could feel Xander’s growl just before the sharp pain of fangs made itself known and he nearly came.
He continued to brace himself with one arm and used the other to work Xander’s cock, smearing pre-come all around the head before jerking him off to the same tempo as his thrusts. He could feel his balls drawing tighter and pushed his hips even harder, trying to bury himself in his lover.
Spike could feel Xander reach the edge as well, both of them hanging there together. He pulled away from Xander’s neck and growled, wanting to kiss Xander as they came but unable to use either hand to pull Xander’s head around without losing their rhythm.
Fortunately Xander was on the same wavelength and soon they were kissing, fangs and tongues and blood mixing and sharing and he could feel Xander as he started to come, his muscles rippling around his cock and pulling his orgasm from him in a wave of pleasure so intense his vision whited out.
When he came back to himself he had collapsed on Xander, his lover’s legs still over his shoulders, and he could still feel the aftershocks of their lovemaking running through him. He looked over at Angel and was shocked to see the look of longing on his Grandsire’s face. For once he actually felt sorry for the git, so he didn’t say anything, he just pulled out of Xander carefully and moved Xander so that he was lying comfortably on the bed.
Vampire or not, he’d be sore after that round of sex.
He had moved to the opposite side of Xander from Angel and they all three lay there quietly, the smell of blood and come and sex nearly overpowering his senses. It would be so tempting to start all over again but he didn’t really want Angel in on it and for once he didn’t want to push.
“So…that’s it. No words or mumbo jumbo? I’m all accepted now?”
Angel quietly smiled. “Yes, Xander, that’s it. Welcome to the Family. Such as it is. Even before I got the soul the Aurelius Clan was known for being…odd. I guess we just got a little bit weirder.”
Spike snorted. “Two vampires with a soul, one if which broods more than Batman on a bad night, and a crazy seer who talks to dolls. For once, I’m the normal one.”
Xander halfheartedly slapped at him, more out of habit than anything, and Angel rolled his eyes. They lay there peacefully. Spike allowed himself the luxury of cuddling next to his Childe in contentment. It had gone better than he’d expected -- Xander was safe and there were no broken bones. All in all, a good visit.
Xander took a deep breath. “Is it just me or is accepting someone into the Clan sort of like a bad porno movie? And why all of a sudden do I feel like a guy version of Emmanuelle? I mean, wasn’t there an Emmanuelle vs. Dracula movie that might be suing us for copyright infringement or something?”
Angel groaned at that and pulled the pillow from behind his head to cover his face. Seeing that, Spike let the laughter he’d been holding back go, laughing even harder when he saw the pleased look on Xander’s face.
The next few centuries were going to be fun as hell.
Part Twenty