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.
---------A Fiend for Life---------
Once again placing a calming hand on Xander’s stomach, Spike slowly pressed forward, stopping when his boy gasped. “You feel so good, Xan. You want me to stop?”
Gritting his teeth, the dark mortal shook his head and bore down against the blonde.
A lifetime later, Spike was fully sheathed in his lover’s searing heat.
“Ooohhhh, gods Spike…”
Tensing his body against the euphoric sensation of being inside his boy, his love, his Xander, “I know, Xan, it’s heaven.”
“Talk to me, Spike- wanna hear your voice.”
At first, the vampire was surprised by the request, but the surprise quickly vanished with the knowledge of Xander’s other encounters- silence or hatred from his father and cruel, vulgar words from the boy who was supposedly his friend. Huskily with a low rumble in his voice the vamp began speaking, “What would you like to hear, Xan?” Spike chose that moment to pull out of his lover. “That you’re so warm and welcoming I feel ‘m on fire.” He smoothly pushed back in, earning a wanton moan from his Xander. “That I love you…” with each declaration came a matching stroke, rubbing Xander’s sweet spot with every other thrust. “Love the way you smell- warmth, chocolate, …ohh… home…”
“…the way you look- strong muscle, soft caring face, eyes that …ungh… have seen too much, but…”
Panting, Xander reeled with the words falling from his vampire’s lips- so close in structure to the vulgarities Jesse would utter, but so blatantly opposite in feeling and intent. Spike truly was removing the past and replacing it with love and wonder- cherishing him.
“…still keep their sparkle …oh, baby… the way you feel- smooth velvet skin,” the vampire ran a hand over Xander’s chest, tweaking an erect nipple as he went- his boy bucking into him at the touch. “…silky soft hair, moist hungry mouth,” he shivered as his boy took his finger into his mouth for a second time, “…tight wonderful hole that should be worshipped and loved- just like the rest of you.”
Xander moaned around the vampire’s cool finger. This was just what he needed and longed for- love and respect.
Soon Spike’s thrusts were becoming erratic, he slipped Xander’s legs from his shoulders.
The mortal automatically wrapped them around his vampire’s waist.
Trapping Xander’s erection between them, Spike pressed their chests together nuzzling his boy’s throat. He could hear the blood rushing through the beautiful man’s body, smell the enticing mixed scents of love, trust, and arousal, and feel the heart pumping under that deliciously warm skin. He wanted it, wanted Xander, wanted his Sunshine. Spike latched on to his boy’s neck with blunt teeth; he was so close and he knew Xander was, too.
Xander cried out in pleasure, rocking against the blonde as his loving vampire sucked on his vulnerable neck.
The expanse of pale flesh so close to his own mouth was more temptation than the passion-filled mortal could resist. Without thinking twice, Xander bit roughly into Spike’s tender flesh, breaking the skin.
The sudden jolt of pleasure/pain sent Spike over the edge in more ways than one. As his balls emptied deep inside his love, fangs sunk into warm flesh.
Xander felt more alive than he could ever recall, his body tingled, his cock throbbed, pumping hot cum between the two men’s bellies, and he swore he could feel Spike inside him coursing through his veins, following the synapses and neural pathways of his mind, becoming a part of him.
Simultaneously, both man and vamp released their hold on the other’s neck as the waves of orgasmic electricity began to subside.
Spike recovered first, “Gods, Xan, pet? Xander, did I hurt you?”
Floating on a bliss-induced fog, Xander fought to answer, “’m fine.” A sappy grin crossed his face, “More than fine- perfect.”
Nuzzling his boy’s hair, Spike wasn’t convinced, “I’m so sorry, Xander. Can you…”
Foggy brain not-withstanding, Xander picked out his vampire’s apology and interrupted him, “Huh? Baby, you’re not making any sense. What’s wrong?”
“What’s wrong!?! Xan, I bit you!”
“Yeah,” dreamily, “I bit you, too.”
“What Spike?” His voice dripped with sarcasm, “Am I dead and don’t know it yet? Did you turn me?”
Spike rolled his eyes at his love, “No,” he said petulantly. Then quietly added, “Just Claimed you.”
The young human practically beamed, “Is… is that a bad thing?”
The blonde vamp was taken aback by Xander’s reaction, or rather the scent the boy released in reaction. There was no anger; there was fear, but not of Spike or the Claim, it was fear of rejection- one scent was sweet, the other bitter. It was a fine line, but a Master Vampire knew the difference. Spike rolled off the human, pulling him close, “Not far as I’m concerned. More concerned about you.”
“Shoulda asked. Shoulda explained things to you first. Should made sure you wanted it.”
“Spike, did you even know you could bite me?”
The vampire considered the implications of his lover’s question, “No. Figured I couldn’t, if you must.”
“Maybe you could ‘cause I did want it.”
“How could you? You don’t have the slightest idea what it means.”
“Hey, I’ve read Giles’ books… well, the interesting bits.”
Spike merely quirked an eye.
Xander shook his dark head, blushing slightly, then snuggled against his vampire, “So, tell me now.”
“What? You want me to know and to make the decision if I want it. So, do it.”
This time it was Spike’s turn to shake his head, adding a smirk for good measure, gods he loved this man who never ceased to amaze him. “Fine. The Claim marks you as mine, other vampires and demons will know you are special to me and under my protection. It also means that if someone wants to hurt me or start a feud, they may target you. Since you have a small amount of vampire blood in you, you’ll heal faster and be more resistant to human ailments, but your body can become addicted to my blood and if you go too long without it, it could kill you.” Spike put a hand up to forestall any questions, “It would take weeks, if not months, to get to that point. It can also be a way to mark an intended Mate. That’s about it. So, any questions?”
“Would Buffy sense it?”
“Shouldn’t, she’d probably pick something up if we were Mated, but the Claim shouldn’t set her off.”
“Deadboy would know though.”
The vampire nodded.
“’k. You gonna ask me the million dollar question now?”
Taking a deep breath, “Xander, my Sunshine,” he took his lover’s hand, bringing it to his mouth to kiss, “may I Claim you?”
With a burst of speed that surprised even Spike, the young mortal straddled his vamp. Cocking his head, he studied the blonde, trying to read the emotions in those vibrant azure eyes. Finally, Xander’s face broke into one of his sunshine smiles, “Please. I’d love to be yours, to be the Claimed of William the Bloody, Master Vampire- MY vampire.” The dark boy lay atop his vamp caressing his sculpted face, “Love you, baby.”
“You too, Sunshine,” Spike wrapped his arms around his Claimed, holding him close and silently swearing once again to protect this miraculous man and to punish those who hurt him.
Content in each other’s arms, man and vamp fell into a deep sated sleep.
A Fiendish Fairytale
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A Family of Fiends
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