Interlude: Counterpoint
Please note, with this one we have crossed into mature territory. Do not read if you don't enjoy sexytimes between men.
Spike had noticed that Xander turned down the AC or up the heat when he left for work, making sure the apartment was nice and toasty for the sleeping vampire left hiding from the sun. The exchange of blow-jobs at wakeup had picked up nicely. Xander had even learned how to properly nuke blood and actually offered crunchies for texture. And he’d mostly stopped wincing about it.
Yes, Spike had been feeling pretty good about his success in training up his new pet over the last few months, ever since Spike had started looking twice at the boy the night Jessica Harris ended up in the hospital. And it was not just the trust fund he now knew was socked away somewhere. No, Xander was his, had been for years, and Spike had decided to stake his claim.
As best he could, defanged as he was by that blasted chip.
The decision to let the boy fuck him had been another matter.
His unbeating heart had pounded and his demon self sat up and begged when Xander had thoroughly threatened him over the secrets surrounding Clark’s existence. Love’s bitch. That was him. Of course he would end up falling for the local demon magnet.
Better than the slayer, anyway.
Quite possibly better stamina too, after having been trained up by Anyanka.
Sharing blood, even that little bit he’d slipped the boy, was something he shouldn’t have done, not without talking about things. Blood of a master vampire could influence even a living human, not that Spike was much of a master anymore. But that was exactly why Spike hadn’t said anything. He wasn’t worthy of the claim he so wanted to make. Chances were Xander didn’t even know what he’d done when he’d made those threats.
Though he hadn’t complained about any of there results.
Sleep had been difficult since Clark left that morning, but especially since Xander slipped out a few hours later. Part of Spike couldn’t help waiting for a stake through the heart for exposing their fuck buddy status to Xander’s cousin.
He really hadn’t expected to wake up to a blow-job.
Xander was still mastering the art, but had proved a very quick study. Spike came with appalling speed, especially when compared with just how long the boy could hold out. Then again, vampire. Spike could get it back up even faster than a teenage boy when he wanted to.
Not that there’d been any reason to make use of that recently.
Unsurprisingly, Xander left the room as soon as Spike came. Unusually, he came right back, this time with an almost pleasant smelling mug. Pig’s blood never smelled quite right, even when properly warmed.
Raising an eyebrow, Spike chugged back the blood. He finished with a contented sigh as his brain kicked into gear and his body surged pleasantly with borrowed warmth and sexual satiation. He got even more comfortable when Xander brought his natural warmth and cuddled up close. Naked.
A purr started deep in Spike’s chest and he couldn’t seem to get it to stop. Why should he? He was warm, fed, and being cuddled by his very attractive pet.
Probably because that last bit would get him slapped, beaten, staked, or otherwise dismembered by the entirety of the Scooby Gang, Xander included, if anyone found out.
Shit.
Except, Xander was not complaining about the purring. And he’d been the one to start the cuddling. He didn’t look upset about the clinging around Clark, or the words shared that morning.
His breath hitched when Xander leaned close and closed his teeth tightly around Spike’s earlobe. The action was repeated, making Spike gasp.
And into his opened mouth popped Xander’s thumb.
Xander’s bloody thumb.
Spike’s purr doubled in volume and his eyes rolled back, surely pure gold, as that naturally warm, rich, sweet flavor rolled across his tongue. Worrying gently with lips and tongue, Spike found the small cut that oozed blood and worked it gently. No pain, never pain.
“Told you I was a nummy treat.” Xander’s words were whisper soft, spoken with his lips brushing against Spike’s ear.
And he understood. Those words said, “I understand.” The blood said, “Me, too.” The hard cock nudging against his bare hip said, “Mine.”
The blood had stopped flowing from the small wound, so Spike released Xander’s thumb. The connected hand made quick, dedicated attacks on both of Spike’s nipples before latching on to the erection that had sprung into full life at the first taste of blood.
Moaning, Spike savored the touch for a minute, wondering just when Xander had gotten enough experience at hand jobs to figure out some of those twists. Then he rolled until his back was flush to Xander’s front and rolled his arse hard against Xander’s cock.
Xander reached for the bedside table and the lube Spike had stashed there just the other day. Wet fingers were soon shoving inside with more urgency than finesse. As one finger flicked across Spike’s prostate with great accuracy, Xander hissed, “Next time, you’ll fuck me.”
Spike had noticed that Xander turned down the AC or up the heat when he left for work, making sure the apartment was nice and toasty for the sleeping vampire left hiding from the sun. The exchange of blow-jobs at wakeup had picked up nicely. Xander had even learned how to properly nuke blood and actually offered crunchies for texture. And he’d mostly stopped wincing about it.
Yes, Spike had been feeling pretty good about his success in training up his new pet over the last few months, ever since Spike had started looking twice at the boy the night Jessica Harris ended up in the hospital. And it was not just the trust fund he now knew was socked away somewhere. No, Xander was his, had been for years, and Spike had decided to stake his claim.
As best he could, defanged as he was by that blasted chip.
The decision to let the boy fuck him had been another matter.
His unbeating heart had pounded and his demon self sat up and begged when Xander had thoroughly threatened him over the secrets surrounding Clark’s existence. Love’s bitch. That was him. Of course he would end up falling for the local demon magnet.
Better than the slayer, anyway.
Quite possibly better stamina too, after having been trained up by Anyanka.
Sharing blood, even that little bit he’d slipped the boy, was something he shouldn’t have done, not without talking about things. Blood of a master vampire could influence even a living human, not that Spike was much of a master anymore. But that was exactly why Spike hadn’t said anything. He wasn’t worthy of the claim he so wanted to make. Chances were Xander didn’t even know what he’d done when he’d made those threats.
Though he hadn’t complained about any of there results.
Sleep had been difficult since Clark left that morning, but especially since Xander slipped out a few hours later. Part of Spike couldn’t help waiting for a stake through the heart for exposing their fuck buddy status to Xander’s cousin.
He really hadn’t expected to wake up to a blow-job.
Xander was still mastering the art, but had proved a very quick study. Spike came with appalling speed, especially when compared with just how long the boy could hold out. Then again, vampire. Spike could get it back up even faster than a teenage boy when he wanted to.
Not that there’d been any reason to make use of that recently.
Unsurprisingly, Xander left the room as soon as Spike came. Unusually, he came right back, this time with an almost pleasant smelling mug. Pig’s blood never smelled quite right, even when properly warmed.
Raising an eyebrow, Spike chugged back the blood. He finished with a contented sigh as his brain kicked into gear and his body surged pleasantly with borrowed warmth and sexual satiation. He got even more comfortable when Xander brought his natural warmth and cuddled up close. Naked.
A purr started deep in Spike’s chest and he couldn’t seem to get it to stop. Why should he? He was warm, fed, and being cuddled by his very attractive pet.
Probably because that last bit would get him slapped, beaten, staked, or otherwise dismembered by the entirety of the Scooby Gang, Xander included, if anyone found out.
Shit.
Except, Xander was not complaining about the purring. And he’d been the one to start the cuddling. He didn’t look upset about the clinging around Clark, or the words shared that morning.
His breath hitched when Xander leaned close and closed his teeth tightly around Spike’s earlobe. The action was repeated, making Spike gasp.
And into his opened mouth popped Xander’s thumb.
Xander’s bloody thumb.
Spike’s purr doubled in volume and his eyes rolled back, surely pure gold, as that naturally warm, rich, sweet flavor rolled across his tongue. Worrying gently with lips and tongue, Spike found the small cut that oozed blood and worked it gently. No pain, never pain.
“Told you I was a nummy treat.” Xander’s words were whisper soft, spoken with his lips brushing against Spike’s ear.
And he understood. Those words said, “I understand.” The blood said, “Me, too.” The hard cock nudging against his bare hip said, “Mine.”
The blood had stopped flowing from the small wound, so Spike released Xander’s thumb. The connected hand made quick, dedicated attacks on both of Spike’s nipples before latching on to the erection that had sprung into full life at the first taste of blood.
Moaning, Spike savored the touch for a minute, wondering just when Xander had gotten enough experience at hand jobs to figure out some of those twists. Then he rolled until his back was flush to Xander’s front and rolled his arse hard against Xander’s cock.
Xander reached for the bedside table and the lube Spike had stashed there just the other day. Wet fingers were soon shoving inside with more urgency than finesse. As one finger flicked across Spike’s prostate with great accuracy, Xander hissed, “Next time, you’ll fuck me.”