Title: Heart of a Slayer Ch 3-4 of 6
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).
Beta: The wonderful kitty_alex, who loves to correct my mistakes and still manages to love the Mys when she ignores her sage advice! Apocalyae is so a word!!!!!!!!! :-P
Warnings/Squicks: HET SEX!
Summary: Xander undergoes a change, a change he likes, a change that sheds light on some of his quirks, then Spike steps in and things get... well...
AN1: This takes place post-series for BtVS, and presumably goes off canon during AtS S5, comics????? *sticks fingers in ears* LALALALALALALALALALALALALALALA
AN2: Mys is going way outside her comfort zone with this, so positive reinforcement is her friend, lol.
AN3: The Mys wants to send huge hugs to her Precious Bumbly Bee (bmblbee) for listening to me babble about this bunny and encouraging me not to run it over with a semi, but buy it a hutch. *HUGS*
And to her Xandra kitty_alex for putting up with my grumbling about this damn fic for MONTHS!!!!!!!!!!
Spike lay pinned to the ground, his captor smirking down at him.
“Never,” the vamp snarled, pushing off the ground with his feet, his body arching and curving in a wave-like fashion. He hoped the force and momentum would knock his captor off balance.
Riding out the ‘wave’, Xander leered at the blonde vampire, “Wanna play that way, do ya?”
Spike raised an eyebrow, “Play however you like, luv. Think we’ll both come out on top.” With a burst of supernatural strength the vampire rolled them so that he now covered Xander, his slim body resting between the Slayer’s thighs. “My turn,” he whispered seductively into Xander’s ear. He caressed Xander’s cheek with his own. Sliding his cool smooth flesh over Xander’s flushed heated skin until lips hovered close enough to feel the very air between them move.
“I swear to the gods, Spike, if you don’t kiss me right now you’ll-”
The rest of Xander’s threat was swallowed by the vampire’s mouth.
Whistles and catcalls greeted the pair as they broke their kiss.
They looked up to see Buffy and a gaggle of young Slayers stood in rapt attention.
“Please, don’t mind us. Continue,” the blonde Slayer said with a smirk.
“Slayer,” Spike acknowledged, making no move to get up.
Buffy chuckled, “Girls, this is Spike. Spike, the girls. He’ll be helping with your training, though not as thoroughly as Lexa’s.”
The vamp flashed amber eyes at the head Slayer, and Xander growled, “Damn right he won’t.”
Smiling at the possessive tone in his Xander’s voice, Spike sweetly kissed him once more before getting up.
Offering his love a gentlemanly hand up, “Come on, pet. Don’t want to be scarring the young minds.”
Buffy and Xander both broke out into laughter.
“Hey, Buff, think G-man missed an upcoming apocalypse?”
“Normally, I’d say no, but after hearing that… I’ll have him double check.”
Spike rolled his ice blue eyes, “You do that Slayer, I need to a word with this one,” he leered at Xander and slipped into his ‘game face’.
Xander meeped and took off towards the Scoobie’s living quarters with a blonde vampire hot on his trail. Giggling, Xander ran to his bedroom, not bothering to close the door.
With a playful growl Spike pounced, sending them both sprawling onto the large four poster bed. He looked into the warm, caring eyes of the boy come Slayer that he loved as he brushed cool fingers over a tender cheek. “You know I love you.”
“You know it doesn’t matter,” he ran a hand over his love’s body, “right? This,” he laid his hand just above Xander’s left breast, “and this,” his other hand pointed at the brunette’s head, “are what matter. That’s what and who I love.”
Xander slid his slim arms around the vampire’s body, hands gripping the muscles of Spike’s shoulders. “I know, but I’m not going back. I’m a Slayer,” the awe in his voice made Spike cringe. “I’m somebody now, not just a hanger-on, the Zeppo, a nobody. The Doughnut Boy doesn’t live here anymore.”
“Xan,” Spike sighed, “you were never any of those things. Even when I was the one to say it.” The vampire rested his head in the crook of Xander’s neck, “You were always so loyal, innocent, and good- all the things I’d been taught to despise and destroy. The same things that drew me to you. I’m sorry, luv, so sorry.” He rolled off Xander and sat up, unable to face the hurt in those beautiful brown eyes.
Soft and gentle, Xander’s voice flowed like honey, “Don’t you think I know that?” A strong effeminate hand tugged at the vampire’s shoulder, pulling him down to lie next to his beloved. “Spike, it took awhile- hells, it took losing you, but I finally got it. And I love you.”
Spike smirked at the amazing person at his side. “And what is it you figured out, luv?”
“That you’re nothing like Deadboy. That you never have been and never will be; no matter how hard you try.”
Xander felt his vampire tense at his words. “I mean that in a good way.” He took a deep breath, “Spike, I don’t have any delusions about your past. I know you killed, revelled in the mayhem and the blood, and probably did and saw things that I can’t and don’t want to imagine. But there’s no way you could ever be as evil as Angel, even though you thought you had to be.” Xander curled into his demon’s side, “Now, stop being all paranoid and make with the cuddling.”
Several hours later, Spike awoke to see the beautiful brown eyes of his love watching him closely.
“Spike…” the Slayer’s voice a trembling plea for the comfort only Spike could give.
He cupped the brunette’s face with his hands, tenderly kissing first forehead then lips. “Pet?”
“I need you, I need to know this is real.”
“Xander,” the blonde barely kept from shouting, “how…”
“No, Spike, not that. I know you love me. I meant this,” Xander waved hesitantly at his body. “Sometimes it feels like it’s not mine. And don’t tell me it’s not, that’s not what I mean.” Blushing Xander tried to pull away.
“Unh-uh, not so fast, Xan.” Spike sat up and eased Xander against him. “You know as well as I do that this spell only changed you physically to match what was already inside you. This body is every bit yours as the one you hid in those atrocious clothes back in Sunnydale.”
Spike kissed the hands he held, “These hands still possess the skill and dexterity they always have. These eyes,” he ran a finger across each lid, “still see as clearly and unhesitantly as they ever did. This heart,” he pressed his hand against the tattooing flesh, just as he had earlier that afternoon, “still beats pure. You have always had the heart of a warrior, Xander, you always will.” Spike leaned forward slightly, joining their mouths in a deep, intense kiss. “Whatever physical form you are in you will always be Xander, the White Knight, the Heart.”
“The lover?” Xander panted questioningly.
The blonde smiled, “When you’re ready.”
“Spike,” large brown eyes pleaded hopefully, “I’m ready.”
Xander straddled the vampire, stripping him as he kissed his way down Spike’s body.
At first, the blonde vampire allowed himself to be manhandled, wanting Xander to have as much control as he needed in order to be comfortable, but soon the kisses and friction were driving them both too close to the edge. It was a wonderful edge, and he and Xander had ridden over it several times since they’d been together, but not tonight. Tonight, they both needed more.
The vamp gently rolled them, so Xander lay beneath him. He slid off the oversized t-shirt Xander wore to sleep in and skillfully removed Xander’s underwear with one hand.
Spike kissed Xander’s thighs and nuzzled the dark curls between them. First kissing, then licking, the vamp’s agile tongue twirled and played with the rapidly swelling nubbin of flesh buried there.
Moaning Xander trust and writhed against the vampire, loving the touch and wanting more.
Spike’s own desire was running high, still, he made himself move slowly as his fingers played at Xander’s entrance- dipping in and teasing the cavern’s mouth. One finger slid in, exploring the warmth, then a second, and, in response to Xander’s whimpered pleas, a third.
Panting and gasping, Xander squeezed his thighs, getting Spike’s attention. “Now…”
Statement or question- the single word could’ve been either, but the want and desire in the brunette’s eyes told Spike all he needed to know.
His hands travelled slowly, delicately up his lover’s tanned and muscled thighs. “So warm, all life and vibrance. Love you, Xan- always.”
Xander moaned and gasped as Spike’s shaft filled his virgin hole. “Gods, Spike,” Xander murmured wrapping strong legs around the vampire. “More, please.”
Spike happily obliged, taking up a wonderfully slow pace, designed to tease, torment, and excite.
Nails aided by Slayer strength dug in and scraped sharply down the vampire’s back, causing him to hiss and arch back into the almost sensual pain.
Panting, his voice shaking, “Careful pet, don’t want to hurt you, ‘specially not by doin’ this.”
“Not hurting me, not gonna hurt me. Feels too perfect.”
Spike moaned as he slowly pushed back into his lover’s incredibly tight, moist heat. His cool lips suckling at the hollow of Xander’s collarbone. Slowly, Spike worked his way to the shapely breasts of his lover, sucking an erect nipple into his mouth to nip and lick the tender flesh.
Xander’s head thrashed from side to side, nonsensical sounds of pleasure tumbling from his mouth.
Before long, Xander’s body was convulsing as he screamed in ecstasy- inner muscles contracting and fluttering around Spike’s cock.
Somewhere between his lover’s warmth, the amazing sensations of finally being inside Xander, and the knowledge that he was Xander’s first that his wonderful precious Xander loved him and trusted him enough to give him such an honour, the vampire’s control was lost and he came, filling his lover with his release.
Xander’s powerful arms held the vampire close, even as his body was wracked with the aftershocks of orgasm. When Spike tried to push up and off the mortal, Xander just held him that much tighter, “No. Stay. Want to feel you in me.”
The vampire relaxed his body back down even as he warned, “Not sure that’s a good idea, pet- can be real tender after your first time. An’ with how wonderful you feel and vamp recovery time…,” Spike kissed the tantalizing lips before him, “Don’t want to hurt you.”
“Don’t care, want this,” Xander nuzzled against Spike’s neck, “need this. Need you.”
The vamp nodded his understanding, laying his head on the mortal’s shoulder allowing him easy access to suckle his lover’s pulse point.
It only took a few moments for the vampire’s body to succumb to the erotically constricting heat encompassing him, and his cock began to lengthen and fill.
Xander moaned and whimpered at the incredible sensation as Spike’s shaft magically filled him. “Gods Spike, that’s amazing,” the dark mortal mewled as he clutched the vampire ever closer to him.
“Too good, pet, gotta move,” Spike’s rich voice caressed Xander’s ear.
“I know, baby, I know.”
Before the vampire could more than cant his hips, Xander flipped them both, so the brunette now straddled the vampire, impaling himself fully on his lover.
Desire filled chocolate eyes poured over the vampire’s face relishing the pure bliss they saw there. Slowly, Xander began to move, rocking and rotating his hips, acutely aware of every single ridge, vein, and curve of the flesh inside him.
“Xan,” Spike whispered his love’s name as blue eyes flooded with questions.
Gasping, “I used to… ah …love it… uh… when Ahn did this.” Xander swallowed hard, “I’m thinking it was a… win-win situation.”
The blonde’s cool hands settled on Xander’s hips, fingers and thumbs gently stroking the velvet skin there.
Xander ground down against his vamp, a debauched moan escaping his lips; a perfect companion to his lover’s.
As Xander slowly rode him, Spike began to gently thrust up, matching his precious mortal’s pace.
“Spike!” The name was cried out as Xander’s hands grasped and clawed the vampire’s smooth pale chest, his body threatening to collapse from the sensation of the blonde’s cock pressing ever deeper inside him. “Gods… oh… baby… ahh…yeah, so good…,” the words and sounds falling from his lips on ragged, gasping breaths. All too soon, Xander felt his body tingling, like thousands of static charges swirling and exploding inside him. His internal muscles began twitching and gripping of their own volition intensifying the feeling and knowledge that he was about to lose control.
Sensing the change in his lover’s body, Spike pulled himself to a sitting position, never breaking his rhythm or dislodging his love. Supernaturally strong arms wrapped lovingly around Xander, one arm supporting his lower back, the other traversing his shoulders, pulling their bodies together and allowing for a purely wanton and much needed kiss.
Spike easily commandeered control of the kiss, his tongue sensually mimicking the pistoning of his hips.
As the twin penetration broke the last thread of Xander’s control, his body convulsed, tightening the already virginal grip on the shaft inside him. Xander screamed into the vampire’s mouth as his orgasm ripped through him.
The feeling was intense- the heat, the confinement, and the pulse of orgasmal fluids stroking and coursing over his erection easily sent the vampire following his lover over the edge.
Spike held Xander to him as they rode the tails of ecstasy. When Xander’s body went limp against him, Spike gently eased them both down, pulling the plush comforter over them as he peppered his dozing human’s face with tender kisses.