Marriage and Other Strange Arrangements

Randy Sex Kitten

Part Five

They didn’t make it to the club.

Instead, midnight found them in Dawn’s bedroom, Spike getting his nails painted and Xander reading Cosmo. Xander’s finger skimmed the next question in the quiz.

“When he looks at you in ‘that way’, what is your response? A. What look?, B. Gross!, C. Give him a look back.” Xander glanced up at the pair on the bed.

Spike and Dawn looked at each other as if considering their answers. They spoke as one, “D. Fuck him like mad.” Both began to laugh and Dawn smacked Spike on the arm, waving at his nails.

A banging on the wall disturbed their levity. “Shut up!” Willow’s voice was hoarse and Xander grinned.

Dawn finished Spike’s right hand and moved to his left. “So, how was the sex?” Spike lifted his hand and smacked her on the head before re-presenting his fingers.

“C’mon, Spike! I want to know!”

“Tough, Bit. It’s none of your business.” Spike watched as she applied the last coat.

Xander snickered at the look of disgust that Dawn shot Spike. “That’s not fair.”

Spike shrugged. “So?”

Around two, Dawn’s snores woke Xander. He was tightly wrapped up in Spike’s arms, their heads hanging off the side of Dawn’s bed.

He groaned and rolled over, dragging Spike along as he fell off the bed. Spike’s eyes popped open and Xander grunted. Spike tightened his hold on Xander and seemed to fade back into sleep.

“Spike!” Xander wriggled in Spike’s arms. “Wake up, Spike!”

Dawn shifted in the bed and Spike’s eyes opened once more. “Xan?”

“Let’s go downstairs.”

Spike nodded and they climbed to their feet, both stretching and grunting at the stiffness of their muscles. They stumbled down the two flights of stairs, stripped off their clothes and collapsed into Spike’s bed, moving around until they were comfortable.

Xander sighed happily, his arms wrapped around Spike. “This is the strangest thing, Spike.”

Spike rolled over, leaning in to press a kiss against Xander’s lips before asking, “What is?”

Xander shrugged. “This. Being here with you.” Xander moved a little, his legs twining with Spike’s. “I’ve been away from here for so long. Never had anyone I’ve been with for longer than a week. I kept telling myself that I didn’t need anyone, that I was fine on my own.” Xander’s breath caught in his throat.

Spike leaned in and cut Xander off with a long kiss. “It’s ok, pet.”

Xander shook his head. “No, I need to tell you this.”

Spike pressed his face against warm skin, breathing in Xander’s scent. “Alright then.”

“I became a loner out of necessity. Anya hurt me so bad when she left.” Xander sighed. “I didn’t want to have to worry about hurting like that ever again, you know?”

“Yeah, I know.”

Xander coughed and hugged Spike closer. “Then I come back here for Willow’s wedding and see you and that shield that I made, it just… crumbled.” Xander pulled Spike in for a desperate kiss. Tongues and teeth clashed as words were gasped out.

“Want you so bad…”

“Waited for you, I did…”

“So beautiful…”

“Mine, my love…”

The kiss finally ended and Xander pulled back, panting. “Spike, I can’t tell you what this means to me. Being here with you.”

Spike smiled. “Xan, I understand. I do.”

Spike captured Xander’s mouth once again and they lost themselves in the sensation. Cool hands moved across heated skin, teeth left trails across flesh.

Spike moved down Xander’s body, tasting and touching every piece of skin. Xander moaned and arched into his touch.

“Taste so sweet, Xan.” Spike’s tongue trailed under Xander’s arm and Xander squirmed.

“Stop!” Xander laughed and he rolled them so that he was lying on top of Spike. “You are bad.”

Spike’s eyebrow cocked and he grinned evilly. “Yeah, and?”

Xander laughed. “And… I love you.”

Spike’s eyes widened. “What?”

Xander stared down. “I love you, Spike.”

“Oh, Xan.” Spike rolled them again, kissing Xander deeply, drawing on his century of experience. “Oh, Xan,” he repeated. “I love you, too.”

Brown met blue and they were silent for a long moment, looking at each other in wonder. “Wow,” Xander murmured and Spike leaned down for a kiss.

Their lovemaking was sweet and slow. Spike mapped out every inch of Xander’s body before laying back and allowing Xander to reciprocate. Finally, Xander slicked himself and slid slowly into Spike cool channel, wondering at the tightness surrounding him.

Soft moans and grunts echoed through the basement and they fell asleep, still intimately connected.

The smell of coffee woke Xander and he stumbled out of bed. Spike was nowhere to be seen, so Xander quickly relieved himself and threw on some clothes, stumbling up the stairs to the kitchen.

Spike was sitting at the bar, alternately drinking from his mug of blood and a mug of hot chocolate. He smiled up at Xander and received a kiss in return.

“Today is the day, Xander!” Willow’s voice entered the room moments before she did. “We’re going to go pay for the cake and stuff!” She looked at him curiously. “You’re not dressed! We need to go! Get downstairs and shower and get dressed and we’ll be out of here by maybe ten at the latest, then we can…” Her words became less distinct as she hurried out of the room and back up the stairs.

Spike laughed and stood, stretching. “Well, pet. Seems you have another long day. Need me to scrub your back?”

Xander grinned and nodded. “Hell, yeah, Spike. Let’s go.”

Part Six

Two days before the wedding and Willow was a nervous wreck. Oblivious to the world around her, she wandered around the house, touching anything she passed, but not seeing the people. Spike and Xander sat together under a quilt on a couch, watching as she walked through the room.

Xander dropped his head back onto Spike’s shoulder and kissed his cheek. “So, do you think she’ll notice?”

Tara laughed from her position on the floor and reached down to grab her toes, stretching as she spoke. “Not likely. I tried to kiss her last night and she pushed me away, telling me that I was in the way. She was watching A Wedding Story.”

The pair on the couch laughed. Xander turned, moving to straddle Spike. “Wanna go downstairs, Spike?” He wiggled his eyebrows causing Spike to snort.

“Very subtle, pet.” Spike pressed a kiss to Xander’s throat before shoving the man off of his lap. Spike glanced down at Tara who was now twisting herself into an impossible position. “Try to keep her and the bit out of my room, yeah? We don’t need to be interrupted.”

Tara nodded and Spike turned, dragging Xander along behind him.

When they reached the bottom of the stairs, Xander tripped Spike and fell on top of him, grinding their hips together urgently. Their lips never separated, and Xander gasped as he struggled to breathe between kisses. They fumbled with their waistbands, but both stiffened before they could. Their climaxes came suddenly and they both groaned.

Xander sat up, his lips slightly swollen from the kisses, and looked down distastefully. “That’s not really what I had in mind.”

Spike laughed, slid out from between Xander’s legs and rose to his feet. He stripped as he crossed over to the bathroom, dropping his clothes on the floor. Xander leaned back on his elbows, watching through the open door as Spike cleaned himself. Spike threw a washcloth at him before digging through his drawers, finally coming up with a pair of red sleep pants. He tugged them on and collapsed on the couch, gesturing for Xander to join him.

Xander hopped across the room, tugging at his shoes and dropping his clothes beside Spike’s. A few quick swipes with the wet cloth, a trip into the closet, and he was lying across Spike’s chest, his bottom half encased in dark flannel.

Spike hummed and wrapped his arms around Xander, holding him close. He could feel Xander’s hot breath moving across his neck. “Hey Xan?”

Xander grunted, wriggling his hands under Spike’s body. “Hmm?” He closed his eyes and kissed Spike’s neck.

Spike purred. “Xan, do you know anything about consorts?”

Xander shook his head before lifting up slightly to look at Spike. “Not a lot. I remember Giles saying something about them a couple of times. Why?”

Spike shifted them so that he and Xander could lie face to face on their sides, their legs automatically curling around each other. He sighed. “Well, a consort is the chosen mate of a Master Vampire. Fledges and minions don’t have consorts, can’t have them. In fact,” he moved slightly, settling into his tale. “Most vampires can’t take a consort, they don’t have the control. See, a consort is always human.”

Xander watched as Spike continued, listening quietly.

“Most vamps will shag a human, but end up feeding from them when they’re done. So consorts are more than rare, they’re almost unheard of.” Spike hadn’t lost Xander’s attention yet, so he continued. “There’s a ritual. It binds the vampire and the human together, tying the human’s life to the demon. Keeps the human younger, longer. Most consorts are eventually turned, but they can live naturally for several hundred years before it becomes necessary.”

Xander’s eyes widened and his jaw dropped. After several attempts, he spoke. “Several hundred years?”

Spike nodded. “I was wondering, Xan. I mean...” Spike leaned his head forward, pressing it to Xander’s chest. “In the last couple of weeks, I’ve felt more than I have in the past century. I love my girls, but Bit is growing up and the witches are tying the knot… It’s been hard, watching as they move away from me.”

Xander rubbed his hands across Spike’s back, staying silent, allowing the other man to speak.

“Then I was sent to pick you up. You’re gorgeous, warm, funny and you love me.” Spike looked back up into Xander’s eyes. “I don’t want to ever be without you, Xander. Will you become my consort?”

Xander stared, his mouth open as he listened to Spike’s final words. “Y..your consort? You want me to be your consort?” His voice trembled with shock as he gaped at the man in his arms.

Spike flushed slightly and wiggled until he could sit up, standing and moving away from Xander. “Yeah, you’re right, bad idea, never mind.”

Strong arms caught him before he could reach the partition. “I didn’t say it was a bad idea, Spike.” Xander forced Spike to turn, to look at him.

His eyes bored into Spike’s as if seeking the truth there. “You want me? Forever?”

Spike nodded, meeting Xander’s gaze.

“Oh.” Xander stepped back, releasing Spike and looking up at the ceiling. After a deep breath he looked back down. “Nobody’s ever wanted just me, Spike.”

Spike closed the gap between them once more and kissed Xander softly. “Well. I do.”

Xander smiled. “Then yes. I’ll be your consort.”

Spike morphed into his true face and howled in triumph.

Upstairs Willow jumped and frowned down at the floor. She looked around for her fiancé, finding her on the carpet in the living room. “What’s Spike howling about? And where’s Xander?” She wandered off without waiting for the answers. “Xander?”

Tara rolled her eyes and laughed, moving once more into a different position, easing her own tension.

Xander waited until Spike’s howl petered out and pounced, latching his mouth against the demon’s. He intentionally split his tongue on a fang, allowing his blood to move freely into Spike’s mouth.

Strong arms wrapped around his waist and dragged him to the ground. They rolled, stopping only when they hit the couch. Spike dragged his hand down Xander’s side, tugging at his waistband, pushing it down. They kicked at their pants, finally freeing themselves and rolling to the middle of the floor once more.

Spike pulled away from Xander’s mouth and smiled down at him, allowing his demon to fade away. “I love you, Xander.”

Xander grinned. “Good thing, because it’d suck to be stuck with a consort you hated for a few hundred years!”

Spike turned suddenly, and Xander found himself face to face with Spike’s erect penis. Spike growled and Xander glanced down to see him glaring at him. “Well, suck it!” Spike demanded before engulfing Xander’s cock to the root.

Xander groaned and threw his head back. “Shit, Spike!” He quickly moved forward, leaning in to wrap his tongue around Spike’s cock, squeezing hard and sucking with all his might.

Spike rolled them so that Xander was laying on top, thrusting deeply into Spike’s mouth. Xander lifted his head, gasping for air before dropping back down. Spike wiggled beneath him and Xander rolled them to their sides so that he could lift Spike’s leg. He forced a dry digit into Spike’s hole.

Spike grunted and Xander grinned, moving further down his shaft. He allowed his teeth to scrape along the warming flesh, leaning red lines behind. He flicked his finger against Spike’s prostate gently, and then harder. Spike grunted again and Xander’s mouth was filled with salty fluid. He swallowed repeatedly, trying to catch it all and almost choked when he inhaled suddenly as Spike swallowed around him.

Spike rolled them so that his leaner body was atop Xander’s. He sucked Xander down until his nose was pressed into Xander’s balls. He suckled and teased before sliding a finger down to scrape a fingernail across Xander’s perineum.

Xander shuddered as he came, thrusting deeply into Spike’s mouth. He released the hold he still had on Spike’s soft cock and began panting against Spike’s hip. “Shit, Spike.”

Spike released him and grinned. “You already said that.”

Xander snorted. “Love you, demon mine.”

Spike turned, crawling up to sprawl across him. “Love you, too. Nap. We’ll call Angel later tonight.”

Xander fell asleep before he could remember to ask Spike why they needed to call his grandsire.