Title: Letters of…
Chapter: …Heroes (14/27), …Love, Pt1 Pure (15/27), …Love, Pt2 Deep (16/27)
Rating: PG, R, R
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: Beware Mys’ bad writing, excessive use of alliteration, wanton use of the term "Xanpet" (though I’d stake Spike before he actually said it out loud, he and my 3rd person omnipotent think it a lot), character death (but it’s canon stuff, none of my own doing)
Summary: Take a witch, a Spike, a Xander and mix well. Add some angst, some schmoop, some sex, an apocalypse, a wee bit more angst, another helping or two of sex, and a sprinkling of bad humour. Bake for 7-8 months at @96.8 degrees (because some of us have naturally lower body temperatures than the rest of you human weirdos, lol).
He watched their exchange from a convenient tomb and now knew two things with a fair amount of certainty. She never had and never would love him, at least, not in the way he had wanted, though that was actually a good thing, since because of her he’d finally found the love he so desperately needed. The second thing was much more disturbing, not for his own sake but for the one person he loved more than life (or unlife as it were); in all likelihood he would die tomorrow.
When Angel got back to his car, he found an unfortunately familiar form leaning casually against the driver’s side door.
“Not very warm greetin’ for someone who’ll be dust tomorrow,” he said calmly as he blew a plume of smoke into the air.
“Spike, we don’t know…”
“Tst, don’t bother,” the blonde waved away Angel’s vague attempts at reassurance, “not what I came to chat ’bout anyway.” He took a long drag of his cigarette before continuing. “Need you to do something for me, when this First business is all over.”
Angel knew his Grandchilde well enough to acknowledge that whatever this was about was important to him- civility between the two vamps was a rarity and not to be taken lightly. “I’m listening.”
Spike was fighting the urge to play the Big Bad, but this was too crucial and he had to get that across to Angel. Exhaling deeply, “’m asking Childe to Sire, take care of Xander. Please.”
If Spike had turned lavendar and sprouted wings, Angel would have been less surprised. Dawn or Buffy he would’ve understood, but Xander- he and Spike hated each other, didn’t they?
As if following his Grandsire’s train of thought, “Yeah, surprised me, too.”
“Will?” He reached out to the smaller man, “God, I had no idea.”
“Weren’t supposed to.” For the first time in almost a century he was glad for Angel’s touch.
“Red and the ‘Bit know we’re together- figured the others‘d take it better when things weren’t quiet so end-of-the-world-ish.”
“Few months.” Spike ground his cigarette out under his boot and took another unneeded breath, “There’s more. After… he got hurt…” He kicked the ground as if it was the root of all his pain, “I almost lost him, Angel. I just found him and nearly lost him.”
“You Claimed him.” There was no recrimination in his words merely understanding.
“Yeah, I Claimed him. Want to do more, but not gonna risk taking him with me; told ‘im we could go see you and have it done all right and proper after the big number.”
Angel stood in front of his Childe, hands firmly on Spike’s shoulders as deep brown eyes made an eternal oath to ice blue ones, “I promise you, Will, I’ll look after him.”
Spike bowed his head, “Thank you, Sire.”
Pulling him into a powerful embrace, Angel whispered, “Always, Childe.”
The house was fairly quiet, after Buffy’s little speech a calm seemed to settle over the residents. Spike made his way to the room he’d been suriptiously sharing with Xander since he was released from the hospital (and didn’t that just speak volumes for how little attention was paid the two men).
Xander was waiting for him, sitting against the wall at the head of the bed, shirtless, in an old pair of comfy sweats. He didn’t jump when the door eased open, he simply smiled and held out a hand.
In the blink of an eye, Spike was on the bed, his own shirt removed and his arms around his precious human. He looked at the man in his arms, blessing every god he could think of for giving him, a demon, such a gift. Tonight was for his Xanpet. Tonight Spike was going to make certain Xander felt how much he loved him.
“I figured it out, you know.”
“What’s that, luv?” He asked as he thread his fingers through Xander’s dark locks.
“Why you don’t want to finish the bonding… you think you’re going to get dusted tomorrow.”
“Xan,” but what could he say to that? He didn’t want to lie to his sweet Xanpet, but he also didn’t want his impending death hanging over their last night together.
Thankfully Xander’s thoughts were running in similar directions. He ran his hand through Spike’s soft hair cupping the back of his skull. “Don’t. It’s… it’s okay, well it’s not really, it’s anything but okay, but I understand.”
Before Spike could respond, he found himself in a deep passionate kiss, and when Xander finally came up for air he added, “I love you, you stupid vamp, that’s all that matters.”
Pt 1 Pure (15/27)
Not for the first time since they had been together Spike found himself silently crying, instinctively he tightened his grip on Xander, burying his face in his unruly locks. It never cease to amaze him how Xander’s scent always held innocence, trust, and a smell he’d come to recognize as love. Spike took a deep unneeded breath inhaling as much of his Pet’s scent as he could, cataloguing every miniscule fragrance, rooting it in his memory.
Xander turned in Spike’s embrace, his ear now pressed above an unbeating heart. He allowed his hand to drift up idly tracing the non-existant scars still so fresh in his mind. His movements were halted by Spike’s hand lovingly covering his.
Reverently, Spike kissed the tips of each finger before pressing his lips to the palm. His tantilizing tongue travelled leisurely from the crevase of his mounts of Venus and Moon to the tip of Xanders pinky, descending to repeat the journey on his other fingers.
After satisfying himself that each digit received adequate attention he zeroed in on Xander’s middle finger. First, nibbling, then alternately licking and sucking the delectable digit.
Spike’s ministrations earned him several moans and mewls, which all but turned to begging as Spike laved and twirled his tongue over phallic flesh.
“Beautiful, please. Don’t tease, not tonight.”
Spike let the wonderful treat drop from his lips, “Xan, Treasure, not teasing… never teasing- well not in a bad way.” He smirked down at his love before claiming his sweet mouth. Making use of his preternatural speed and agility, Spike manoeuvred himself atop his Xanpet. Their cloth covered erections laying side by side pressed between the two titillating bodies.
As he licked and nibbled Xander’s neck, Spike’s soft voice rumbled, “See, luv, not teasing. Jus’ need to unwrap the best present I could ever envision.”
The cool breath ghosted over his ear causing Xander to shudder. “Hadn’t you better open it then?” his voice heavy with need and desire.
Iridescent blue eyes studied the face of the man he loved unequivocally. He saw love, trust, and misery laid bare to him in that lone rich cocoa coloured eye. Tenderly, he ran his fingers along the strap of the patch covering it’s missing twin; once again cursing himself for not reaching his love in time.
Busy reliving that horrible moment, Spike didn’t notice his Pet move until he felt a strong warm hand press into his.
The vamp looked at his love with utter confussion.
Xander closed his eye for a moment, pressed Spike’s hand against his lightly stubbled cheek, just feeling Spike’s cooler skin soak up his heat, and allowed a small smile to pull at the corners of his lips. “Stop blaming yourself, Sweetheart. You saved my life. What happened… it… it wasn’t your fault. You’re the reason I’m still here, still alive.” Xander kissed Spike’s palm in a mirror of the vamp’s earlier action.
Suddenly, Xander let loose a blinding smile, “Now, are you gonna unwrap your present or is your prezzie gonna have to unwrap you?”
With a growl and a burst of vampiric speed both men’s pants were gone.
Xander laughed a truly humour-filled laugh as he wrapped his arms tightly around his vamp.
The carefree sound was like music warming Spike’s cold undead heart. Smirking impishly, Spike ran a hand down Xander’s side, traversing torso, buttock, and thigh. “…mmmm… think maybe I need to explore a bit, make sure all the bits, bobs, and buttons of my prezzie work right.”
“Oh, yeah,“ Xander panted in reply, “that would definitely be of the good.”
Spike sat back on his haunches feigning innocence and contemplation, “Where to start?”
Leaning forward, “Here?” as he place a reserved kiss on Xander’s red swollen lips.
“Or here?” He moved to nip an earlobe.
“Maybe here?” He ran his tongue up the length of his lover’s strong tanned neck.
“Perhaps…” he suckled a nipple.
Then shaking his head, “No, here,” and his moist mouth moved to the other nipple, biting hard on the sensitive nub of flesh.
Below him Xander whimpered and thrust hard against him.
Between the soothing kitten licks Spike laved over the abused flesh, he murmured, “You’re right, Pet, **lick** that is **lick** the best place **lick** to start.” **lick**
Pt 2 Deep (16/27)
Spike kissed his way from nipple to navel hungrily trading torso for a beautiful erect cock. Taking his time he first chastely kissed the head- even that small act causing Xander’s essence to explode over his senses- then proceeded to kiss/nibble along the pulsing vein to the base of his love’s cock. The vampire nuzzled against a warm thigh, coarse hair, and a throbbing cock; without realizing it began to purr deep in his chest.
The feel of the vamp’s vibrations caused Xander’s breath to hitch and his legs to automatically pull up granting greater access to his entrance. His lover wasted no time in snatching their lube from the nightstand and liberally slicking his fingers.
Spike’s slicked fingers circled Xander’s opening in ever contracting spirals until a single digit tickled then slide inside.
The sumptuous keening sounds generated by the mortal were all but drowned out by Spike’s hiss of pleasure. Slowly, tenderly, as if it was their first time, he worked his finger in and out of his lover’s body. When he added a second he made sure to rub over the alluring bundle of nerves secreted away in that hot cavern, triggering a cry of desire from Xander even as his body spasmed from the almost electrical jolt.
After a few moments of scissoring and stretching (and watching his love virtually finger fuck himself as he thrashed and writhed against the vamp’s hand) Spike added a third slicked finger- this time eliciting a wanton groan and a litany of muttered begging.
Spike knew that if he’d been human the bruises his treasured boy was making would take days to heal, as it was he could only revel in the power and need the touch conveyed. Tearing himself away from that blissful sensation, Spike kissed his way up his pet’s belly and chest, allowing his fingers to slip from Xander’s slick hole. As he continued up Xander’s neck he positioned himself and as he took his lover’s delicious mouth, he slid home.
Both man and vamp moaned breathily at the feel of a cool silk sheathed shaft wrapped tightly in a warm velvet lined cavern.
Spike set a slow mind-blowing pace, gradually pulling almost entirely out before gently thrusting deep.
Xander wrapped his arms and legs around Spike all but encasing his vampire in soft human warmth.
The movement altered their angle allowing each of Spike’s torturously time-consuming thrusts to swipe over Xander’s sweet spot.
Watching his love’s face contort in pleasure, feeling himself enveloped by his body while his back was being torn by surprisingly strong human fingers, hearing their mixed moans, gasps, and Xander’s whimpered pleas was almost too much; it took every bit of his control to keep to the anguishingly slow pace and not give in to the desire to pound into the sweet heat of the man he cherished above all. Spike’s firm body pressed to Xander’s, one arm curling around a tanned shoulder; the other snaking up to tangle pale fingers in sable hair.
Their lips seemed to be in continuous contact, if not with each other then with face, neck, or occasionally shoulders. Every part of their bodies that could be touching were.
Hours passed or possibly mere minutes, it was hard to tell, man and vamp were so consumed by the intensity of their coupling. Their thrusts became harder and their tempo more erratic. Amber eyes locked on chocolate. Xander bared his neck to his vampire lover, knowing that teeth breaking flesh would send them both over that glorious precipise.
The vamp took his time, nibbling, licking, and sucking his mark and it’s surroundings thoroughly before easing his fangs into his Xander.
Xander screamed then dug his own teeth into his vamp’s neck as filmy liquid erupted simultaneously between their stomachs and coating Xander’s insides.
Even with the slow rhythm, Xander was sweating, something he hoped would mask his tears- oh, he knew his love could smell the salty pain, but at least he couldn’t see them. He only hoped that was enough to keep Spike from being overly concerned.
Gradually, Spike’s steady undulations stopped and his lips brushed the trail of tears down Xander’s cheek. He nuzzled into Xander’s face, unintentionally allowing the human to feel his own cooler tears. “Xan, Treasure… You know if there’s any way…”
Xander’s sob broke through Spike’s words and he clutched the vampire tighter, nodding his head, muttering, “I know,” and “I love you,” over and over.
“I’ll come back to you.”
Another sob, albeit a silent one, racked the young man’s body.
“Shhh, Pet… jus’ see to it you’re ‘round for me to come back to, yeah.” Rolling them so Spike was now on his back, he tucked his dearest treasure, the one thing he loved whole-heartedly, who somehow loved him unconditionally, into his side, peppering his head, face and hand with loving kisses and quiet endearments.
*“However I can- you have my word.”*