Spoilers: none really
Warnings: Takes place in an AU season four.
Summary: Spike and Xander claim each other.
Disclaimer: I hardly own this computer I’m writing on, much less the wonderful town of Sunnydale and all those within. Joss Whedon, UPN, WB and other people who aren’t me own Buffy and all of her friends.
Of Tongues and Teeth
by
Amejisuto
The room was dark except for the few candles he had lit. They were lying together on the big wrought iron bed, facing each other’s groins. It was as if there were nothing else but this room, this bed, this man, this demon that was the center of Xander’s universe.
A hot body met a cool one on silken sheets. Tongues danced around each other’s most special areas. Spike’s teeth nipped at Xander’s length and he moaned. They were celebrating the removal of Spike’s chip. Just the thought that Spike could now bite, and that his teeth, his fangs were scraping Xander’s length so slowly that it hurt as good as it felt, made Xander harder - if that were even possible. He fought to keep from thrusting at his lover.
Xander took a deep breath through his nose and sucked at his treat all the harder. He wanted, no, needed to come, but not without getting Spike off first. He took his fingers and traced where his mouth didn’t cover, around Spike’s balls, into the cleft.
Spike bucked beside him, and Xander could feel his groan through his dick, vibrating. Gods. Felt so good, he could do this forever. Once they found the right binding spell they would do this forever. Spike was his future, his life. Never had he felt so safe, so beloved as in the vampire’s arms. He would never give this feeling up, not for all the money in the world. Xander pulled back, licked at his mate’s length, savoring the flavor, the feel. Steel covered in cashmere. Beautiful.
Spike was almost there; he could tell by the noises alone. Just one more thing to make this perfect. He circled Spike’s hole while waiting for Spike to open his eyes and look at him in frustration because he wasn’t sucking any more.
There. “Spike, Wil, I love you, forever.” With that, Xander not only pushed into his lover with his finger, hammering against his prostate, but took him all the way in. His nose pushed against his base, the curls tickling his nose.
Spike howled his release while Xander swallowed. Then Spike did something with his tongue, and Xander felt the prick of fangs. For the very first time he felt his lover’s bite as he sunk them in right at the base and lights flashed behind Xander’s eyes.
He felt as if it he were at the beginning of the universe, the Big Bang. He was coming undone and being remade all at once. It was heaven and hell all at once.
When he finally came to, he could feel Spike licking at the wound and down his penis, cleaning him of his seed and blood. He returned the favor.
When they were tidy, Xander squirmed around to face his love. They kissed, sharing the taste of each other. Finally Xander had to stop, had to breathe. Spike looked at him with eyes so deeply blue that sapphires would never match.
“Love you too, Xander, forever. Gonna take you away from this place, this basement, this life. Gonna do for you what no one has ever done for you before. You are mine, Xander Harris, now and forever.”
Xander grew hard, knowing what was coming. The claiming bite. He watched as Spike’s face morphed into its true form, traced his ridges and leaned forward to kiss the mouth full of fangs. Gods he loved this, loved him.
Spike licked at his neck, at the place where he would bite. Everyone would be able to see his mark of ownership. At that thought, Xander couldn’t help but thrust at Spike’s groin, let his cock meet his mate’s and rub. Spike struck, fangs sliding through the skin, into the muscle and vein.
Xander could feel the pull of his blood, felt it leaving his body, could feel Spike’s tongue laving it up like a cat licked up the finest cream. He groaned and rubbed harder, picking up the pace to meet Spike’s. He figured turnabout was fair play and leaned forward, licked at Spike’s neck at the junction, and then bit at hard as he could. The feeling of Spike’s blood in his mouth and Spike screaming his release brought him to the edge and pushed him over again. It was like parachuting, a swift fall and then floating back to earth.
After this night, they didn’t have to worry. They were all set to move into a new apartment. After this night they were each other’s, no matter what happened. No matter what Buffy or Riley might do, or what Giles and Willow might say. They were each other’s all, and Xander had never been happier.
The End
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