Title: Comfort of Fiends
Rating: NC17 easily!!!!!!!!
Feedback: Mys has decided that she actually likes FB, so… constructive crit is fine, just be prepared for Mys to defend/explain her choices, and try not to do any permanent damage, k.
Disclaimer: Just playing with the pretty kittens. Unfortunately, they are not mine, but I will gladly groom and bathe them before sending them back home to Daddy (aka Joss/Mutant Enemy/et al).
Warnings/Squicks: NON-CON- lots of non-con some implied some more graphic, ABUSE- both physical and mental!
Summary: Xander’s nightmares have piqued the curiosity of our favourite insanely jealous and protective peroxide vamp… the story he uncovers is disturbing, even to a Childe of Angelus.
---------Family and Fiends---------
As the weeks progressed Xander and Spike’s movie nights became more frequent, and nearly every one ended with the mortal ensconced in the blonde’s embrace.
Just over six weeks after Xander’s ‘confession’, on a Tuesday- Spike would remember that for the rest of his unlife- their routine changed.
Instead of sprawling on opposite ends of the sofa, Xander waited for Spike to settle himself then curled into the vampire’s side.
Surprised, pleasantly so, Spike wrapped an arm around his beloved human, pulling him snugly to his chest.
That night as he drifted on the verge of sleep, Xander felt the gentle press of cool lips against his forehead and a soft, deep, rich voice whispering, “Love you, Xan. Not gonna let anyone hurt you again, not if it’s in my power.”
Xander slung his arm around his vamp, rubbing his cheek against Spike’s firm chest, “Love you, too, Spike. Love you, too.”
In the morning, Xander awoke to the most beautiful azure eyes. The near ivory skin surrounding them giving them an otherworldly glow. Reaching up, Xander cupped a porcelain cheek. “So beautiful.”
“Morning, luv. Sleep alright?”
Xander chuckled, “You know I did.”
“Yeah, can’t blame a bloke for askin’.”
The young man stroked the vampire’s cheek, “I do love you, Spike.”
A pained expression crossed the vampire’s face, he wanted to believe, he craved Xander’s love more than regaining the ability to taste fresh human blood from the source. “Can you? After everything you’ve been through?”
“Spike, you’ve made me believe in myself enough to get a decent job- one I like and I’m good at; you got me out of that hellhole of a basement; you’ve given me a lifeline with no strings attached. You’ve taken care of me, more than that you showed me I can take care of myself.
“How can I love you after all I’ve been through? Easy. I can love you because of all I’ve been through.” He leaned forward brushing his lips against the blonde’s in a sweet, chaste kiss.
The following week, Spike moved in.
For the next month, vampire and human shared a bed, ever more intense and passionate kisses, but nothing more.
Spike loved his boy deeply and couldn’t bare the thought of Xander feeling pushed into anything- especially when it came to ‘them’. He wanted to find a way to broach the subject of sex that left Xander in control. The blonde chain smoked and brooded, yes brooded, over this dilemma, barely noticing when the object of his reverie got home. Distractedly he greeted the young man, “’ello, luv.”
“Hey, baby. You mind if I grab a shower before we head to the meeting?”
“’course not, pet.”
As the vamp idly watched the dark boy strip his shirt, unbutton his jeans, and head for the bathroom, Spike had the most ridiculously simple idea…
The Scooby meeting was thankfully boring- no major demon activity, standard patrol breakdown, and a wonderful absence of research. The two men even got home at a decent hour.
As soon as they were in the door, Xander’s lips were on his vamp’s and he was pulling Spike towards their bedroom. Once there, the dark boy laid on top of the vampire, arms crossed over the blonde’s chest. He studied the magnificent pale creature beneath him as strong hands traced patterns over his back. Cocking his head, “Okay Blondie, spill.”
Spike’s brow wrinkled and he replied with an oh-so-articulate, “Huh?”
Chuckling, Xander kissed his vamp’s chest, “You’ve been distracted all night. You might be able to fool the others, but I know my vamp. So what’s going on in that beautiful head of yours?”
“Not sure you want to know, pet.”
“Of course I want to know, you silly vamp- I love you.” The mortal smiled one of his bright, caring smiles; the kind that made Spike’s heart melt and his demon’s protective instincts go into overdrive.
Looking into the open, trusting, and above all loving eyes of the man he cared so much for, “C’m’ere you,” he said as he pulled Xander up for a slow, meaningful kiss. Spike rolled them so that they lay on their sides, facing one another, “I want to ask you something, Xander.”
The young man nodded.
Spike sat up, rubbing his brow; the dark eyed mortal sitting as well. Taking a calming, if unneeded, breath, the vampire asked, “You’ve never actually made love with another bloke, have you?”
“Spike, I told you…,” the young man began- embarrassment and disgust rolling off of him.
The vampire shushed him with a cool finger to his lips. “No, pet. At best, that,” he spat the word, “was fucking. I asked if you’d ever made love.”
Silently, Xander shook his head.
“Would you like to?” Spike’s tone was hesitant, concerned, almost coy.
This time Xander nodded, still too unsure of his mouth to trust it.
“You trust me, luv?”
Xander nodded once again.
“Come on, luv, I want to hear that sunny voice of yours.”
Licking his lips and swallowing hard, “Yes, Spike. I trust you.”
The vampire smiled sweetly and kissed his boy’s forehead. “Then lay back for me.”
Eyes locked with the vamp’s, Xander did as he was instructed.
Slowly, Spike eased his way up Xander’s body, until he was covering the larger man’s form with his own. “Jus’ wanna feel ya for a bit, luv.”
He let his weight rest on the young mortal as his hands slid over Xander’s arms, feeling the muscle and the heat that radiated through his clothing. Spike burrowed his head into Xander’s neck basking in the scent that had comforted and lulled him far longer than even he realized. “You have any idea what you do to me?” His voice rumbling softly in Xander’s ear, “The way you smell, the way you feel, the way you look, everything about you Xander beautiful, perfect.”
Lacing their fingers together, Spike brought their hands above their heads as he ground their still covered erections together, and gently, almost chastely, kissed his boy. His full bottom lip lingering playfully between Xander’s as he pulled back to look into lust laden eyes the colour of fine dark Swiss chocolate.
Xander whimpered, begging for those soft lips to return.
Sensually, Spike ran his nails down Xander’s inner arms from wrist to elbow. “Relax Xan, not done yet- not by a long shot, pet. Gonna show you how good this can be- how it’s supposed to be.”
The vampire moved his legs so he was straddling the younger man, before pulling himself up to a sitting position. His hands ghosted over Xander’s t-shirt covered chest tracing the dim outline of muscle. Slowly, Spike untucked the shirt, sliding it up as he slid himself down to kiss the exposed flesh of Xander’s belly.
Xander watched in fascination as Spike eased his shirt further up his torso trailing soft, moist kisses in it’s wake.
As Xander followed Spike’s thorough perusal of the expanse of flesh, he felt a wave of heat and desire flood him; he didn’t care, all he knew was that he had to get to that pale, creamy flesh, had to feel it against his. Blindly, he reached down, pulling at the already bunched up cloth of his shirt.
Gently but firmly, Spike covered and stilled the young man’s hands with his, “Xan?”
The young man whimpered, then through heavy breaths explained, “Want to feel you. Need to feel you.”
In his most soothing voice, smiling at his lover, “I know. Want it, too; jus’ don’t want to push.”
Grabbing a fist full of the vamp’s shirt, the mortal growled, “Shirts. Gone. Skin. Now.”
Chuckling, Spike quickly obliged his human. Once he had Xander’s sun-darkened skin uncovered, he kissed his belly below the ribcage, then proceeded to lick a trail up his chest and breast bone, over his adam’s apple, exchanging cool tongue for cool lips before passionately taking his boy’s lips. “Love the way you taste, Xander- all innocence and sunshine. Never thought I’d know that sensation again, but you give it to me everyday.” He kissed first one expressive brown eye, “Every time I look in your eyes,” then the other, “every time you smile,” his lips, “every time you touch me,” and his chest, “it’s like being bathed in a warming light. You, Xander Harris, give me the sun.”
Xander clutched at the vampire’s back as Spike kissed his way back down to the soft denim covering his prize. He popped the button on Xander’s jeans, but before he went any further, Spike locked gazes with the wondrous man he covered, “Say the word, luv, and I’ll stop- whatever we’re doin’, I swear.”
“I know Spike. I love you and I trust you,” the young man offered a quirky half smile.
The vamp nodded then nuzzled the bulge in his lover’s pants. Slowly, Spike unzipped Xander’s jeans ; his acute sense of smell flooding with the scent of his boy’s arousal. Just as he’d done with Xander’s shirt, the vampire kissed and nipped his way down the gradually exposed flesh of his lover’s legs.
Once Xander’s jeans were gone, Spike quickly removed his own too tight black denims fully exposing himself to his beautiful boy for the first time.
Xander’s breath caught, he didn’t think he’d ever seen anything more gorgeous. Spike was a sculpture come to life, an elegant, graceful, perfect being who wanted and loved him. The shear concept took Xander’s breath away.
A smile worked it’s way across the vampire’s face. It was a smile that spoke of love, promise, desire, mischief, passion, and things to come.
A Fiend You Can Count On