Second Verse
Chapter 15 -- Claiming
Xander felt Spike settle in so that the vampire's knees were outside his own; as Spike lowered his weight, Xander felt utterly trapped. The panic started building so much that he returned to humming again, but a cool hand across his forehead made him open his eyes again.
"Demon needs to fight luv, needs to know I'm stronger." Xander looked into calm blue eyes with no hint of anger. "It’s all right, let it fight 'cause I am stronger, pet. You can't toss me on my arse no matter what you do." He could feel Spike's weight anchoring his thighs and cool hands hold his shoulders. Suddenly he could feel the panic and anger swell up.
"Get off," he shouted without consciously forming the words. He arched his back and pulled against the restraints as he tried to curl to one side, but calm hands simply pressed him back into the mattress as if he were no more than a child.
"Off!" he roared as he used the restraints to pull himself toward the headboard, dragging Spike along with him until he found enough slack in the leash to reach down to grab at Spike's hair.
"Oi, not so fast whelp. Soddin' strong for a human," Spike complained as he braced his feet and pulled so that Xander felt himself sliding back down again, the leash forcing his hands over his head. Changing tactics, he rhythmically rocked, throwing Spike up into the air as he arched his back and struggled to get his feet under him. He could feel Spike slipping down and settling in closer to his pelvis than his knees, so he brought both of his knees up as hard as he could, slamming Spike in the back and throwing Spike off balance so that the vampire landed, chest first, on his face. Without even thinking, he bit as hard as he could, hard enough to smell unfamiliar blood.
"Bloody hell," Spike swore, as he sat up and stripped off his shirt. Within the space of a second he had spun and now sat so that Xander could only see his back, but when he felt soft fabric around his ankles, he screamed and kicked, trying to keep his feet far enough apart that Spike couldn't finish tying them. Unfortunately, he didn't have the strength of a determined 120-year-old vampire, so he quickly found his feet tied tightly with Spike's shirt. When Spike turned around again, he could see the trickle of blood from where he had bit Spike through the shirt.
"Had enough?"
"Off," he snarled in return, and he saw Spike's eyes flash gold at the rebellion. He tried to repeat the knee slam, but Spike had too much weight on his legs and having them tied made it awkward, so he bucked again, arching his back.
"Enough of this," Spike whispered, and then he felt his head forced to the side. He turned to bite the hand, but Spike's thumb pressed into a soft spot on the bottom of his jaw. He felt his mouth fill with saliva, and he tilted his head up to relieve the pain. Just then he felt the strike, the two points of pain as fangs entered his neck for the second time in his life. He gave a muffled howl and tried to bring his knees up since Spike had shifted off his legs, but the blond simply worked his own leg into the crevice formed by Xander's tied legs and placed a knee in Xander's crotch. He quickly abandoned the kicking plan since he really didn't want to permanently damage himself.
His neck burned with pain and he squirmed, unable to really fight back, but then the pulling sensation slowed and the burn turned to a warmth that made him shiver. He still squirmed, but he could suddenly feel the need to fight slip away like a mountain magically turned to sand. The squirming became something else as the burn continued to fade until it became a warmth that spread through his whole body, like every sexual moment he'd ever had all rolled into one. Xander Jr. suddenly look notice of the proceedings, and he squirmed even more as his cock pressed against Spike's knee.
"Spike, please," he moaned as he tilted his head back more.
"You done then?" Spike asked as he raised his head and Xander could see what he had chosen for a lover: a demon with yellow eyes and ridges that he longed to reach out and touch, he hands closed into fists with frustration at being unable to reach out.
"Oh god no, not done," he sighed as he squirmed under Spike's weight. Spike must have realized his problem because the knee suddenly moved to the other side of his body so that Spike was straddling him again.
"What? Don't want ta stop, then?" Spike asked with a sly smile as he lowered his weight, his jeans pressing into Xander's cock, and Xander moaned again. He could feel Spike's cock twitch under the denim, and he longed to tear the clothes off Spike, but he could only undulate his body so that he rubbed against Spike, causing Spike to softly laugh. "You want something there, pet?" Xander felt a cool hand rest on his hip and slowly start circling in a maddening pattern.
"Please," he begged as he tried to twist so that that wonderful hand touched his cock, but Spike just stood, leaving him naked and tied hand and foot. Xander struggled to breathe as he watched Spike strip off his jeans and drop them to the floor before walking over to the cabinet. He could hear himself whine in frustration as his cock reached full size and a single drop of pre-cum gathered at the head. "Please."
"Oi, not gonna hurt ya like that," Spike commented as he returned with lube in one hand and his other hand holding his own fully erect cock. He could feel a tingle throughout his whole body as Spike settled down, straddling him again, but this time the two cocks mere inches from each other. He bucked.
"Stop," Spike commanded in a quiet tone as Xander felt the hand press down on his stomach to prevent another movement.
"Please," he repeated again even as it occurred to him that he really needed to develop a larger vocabulary.
"Wish I had time to play, time to taste ever inch of ya and sink my fangs into your thigh," Spike said wistfully before dropping the lube on the bed and allowing hands to explore, starting on his outer hips and moving inward to tease the inner thighs. He whimpered and struggled to open his legs for Spike, but his legs remained tied and the vampire still straddled him, holding him still even as talented fingers made increasingly vigorous caresses. "Unfortunately, I think you'd explode, wouldn't ya, pet?" Xander only answered with another whimper. "Have to save that for another time."
Spike easily lifted his upper body and shifted him up so that his hands had more slack, and he struggled to touch, but Spike only chuckled and moved out of range before arranging the extra pillows and flipping him over. Xander couldn't help whimpering again when he realized how vulnerable he was with his hands and feet tied and his butt stuck up in the air, although thank god for that because if he laid on Xander Jr. right at that moment, he would have crippled himself for life.
He could feel hands exploring his back, moving in a seemingly random pattern until he realized that Spike could somehow feel the remains of the whip marks, his hands following from one side to the other. He hadn't thought they left scars, but Spike could either see or feel them anyway. He relaxed into the touch, trusting Spike to never put such marks on him or allow anyone else to either. Without a word, the hands moved over the butt and down the legs until he felt the fabric at his feet worked free. He didn't wait for an invitation; he opened his legs as far as he comfortably could.
"Impatient? Thought that was my flaw," Spike laughed as fingers obligingly explored the newly revealed skin, tracing from the back of the balls up to the hole and then up the crack to the backbone. He howled as he then felt a cool tongue tracing that route back again—backbone to hole to balls.
"God, let me touch, Spike," he begged, but Spike simply continued with the impromptu bath, licking, sucking and then nipping various spots until Xander thought he would explode in desire.
"Don't you dare," Spike commanded as his breath ghosted over his left cheek. "You don't come 'til I do, you hear?"
"But…"
"Pet," Spike cut him off, "you don't come 'til I do, hear?"
"Yeah, I'll try."
"Don't try, do." Spike ordered, allowing one hand to rest on the small of his back with the other circled his hole. Spike's hand withdrew for a moment before returning, the cool, wet digit definitely closing in on its objective with ever smaller circles. He tried to push back into the caress, but the hand at his back held him down as the finger teased. He could feel his cock twitch and the pressure build as the finger finally stilled on the outside edge of the hole. "Relax, luv," came the request just as the finger pushed in, the still unfamiliar motion of someone else's body in his own.
Xander struggled to rise to his knees or rock back or something, but the hand held him firm. "Settle, pet," Spike ordered in his thick accent. The finger moved in and out, and he tried to just breathe without choking on his own tongue. When the finger withdrew, he felt oddly cold, but then the hand returned, and two fingers worked their way in slowly, he felt them push until he could feel the rest of Spike hand pressed up against his body, and then the fingers pulled back, pressing against the side of his channel more firmly. He squirmed in discomfort, but the fingers simply closed and thrust back in before repeating the process of widening and stretching.
"Relax, pet. I'll take care of it, but you have to relax," Spike cajoled him as a third finger joined. Almost at once, Xander could feel the pain, but the fingers stopped, barely in him, and Spike's other hand rubbed his back. "So beautiful, you know. Bite like a soddin' vampire, fight like demon when you're riled, feel like heaven under me. Chose me, you did, and now you're mine. Course, I'm yours, luv. Never leave ya. Can feel your heartbeat, Xander. I can feel your heart beat and your blood flow right under my fingers. I can't bloody wait to push into myself, to feel your hot flesh closing around me."
He lost himself in the words and didn't even notice the fingers until he felt the rest of Spike's hand press up against his backside.
"Tell me what I need to hear, luv," Spike ordered, and then Xander felt the fingers inside him curl and press into his prostate. He wailed and tried to push back into that heaven, but the hand on his back held him.
"Tell me," Spike repeated as he stroked the prostate again.
"Spike," he gasped, unable to even form words in his mind as Spike stroked the spot a third time. He felt his balls draw up in preparation, but the hand from his back darted between his legs and gave them a sharp tug. "Damn it," he yelped in surprise.
"Didn't give you permission to come," Spike announced calmly as the hand returned to the back. "Tell me, pet. If you want to come, tell me."
"Damn it," he swore again as Spike returned to tenderly stroking his prostate, leaving him panting and struggling to thrust back, to make the strokes deeper, firmer. "I don't know what you want me to say."
"Demon knows, pet. Let the demon have what it needs, luv." Spike continued the soft stroking, pulling the three fingers almost all the way out to add lube at one point. Xander felt like his genitals would explode or he would turn into a puddle of lust, maybe both. He heard himself begging please and harder over and over, but Spike simply continued until the pressure in his balls was such that he was sure the skin itself would split just to allow the come to escape its prison.
"Let the demon go, pet," Spike suggested as he continued, unaffected.
"Spike, please. It's really starting to hurt," he complained as he writhed ineffectively against the hand on his back. "Please, master." As the last words passed his mouth, Xander felt a quiet in his mind that he didn't remember ever possessing before. The fingers withdrew.
"Whatever you want, luv," Spike murmured against his back as the vampire settled in behind him and pulled him up to his knees. He trembled with unreleased need as Spike settled in, and then he felt something pushing against his hole. Rather than wait, he pushed backwards, and Spike allowed him as he impaled himself on Spike, feeling the welcoming burn of the large cock. He tried to rock, but Spike wrapped an arm around his waist and held him still.
"What do ya need, luv?"
"You, master," he said, and he realized it was true. "I need you so much." This time Spike initiated the movement, rocking back and forth in small motions designed to tease more than satisfy.
"Whose are you, pet?"
"Yours master," Xander agreed happily.
"You're mine, pet, only mine," Spike said as the rocking increased.
"Yours master."
"You'll obey me."
"Yes…" Xander suddenly froze in the midst of the easy answer. He braced himself and thrust back as hard as he could even while he amended the answer that his tongue struggled to give. The motion hit his prostate and he lost all coherent thought for a heart beat's time. "I'll obey when I agree with you," he finally answered. He could feel as Spike lost the rhythm for a moment.
"Bloody hell, you're arguin' now?" Spike complained, but he thrust more aggressively now, and Xander felt a mouth start exploring his newly opened scar as Spike rested on his back.
"You're mine," Spike growled as he thrust and nipped the scar at the same time. Xander nearly lost his balance and had to grab the sheets in his still tied hands. Pleasure, pain, safety, lust, pleasure, pressure. Thoughts chased through his head until he almost lost track of the question.
"Yours," he finally answered. He felt himself nearly lunge off the bed when Spike bit down again, this time with dull human teeth, even as a hand reached around and grabbed his erection. He bucked and thrust wildly, seeking his own release and simultaneously driving himself back onto Spike. His body stiffened with the beginning sequence of his own release, and it felt as if Spike suddenly grew to a monstrous, wonderful new thickness as he tightened his ass muscles. When he felt Spike stiffen and begin coming, his own release started in earnest. The pain in his genitals flared as he shot his first load, and then the release of pressure and the pleasure and the sudden freedom from pain and the lust and the feeling of Spike's release tangled around each other until he wanted only to live in that one moment, never come out the other side, but exist in that instant of ecstasy forever.
His arms and legs collapsed, sending him crashing to the bed, once again in the wet spot, and he didn't care. Spike seemed equally reluctant to move.
"Spike?"
"Bloody hell, pet, what? Can't a vamp get a little sleep?"
"Um, if you get off me, maybe. Better yet, how about getting out of me?" he suggested with a wiggle.
"Do that again and we'll be startin' up again a mite sooner than I expected," Spike commented dryly.
"Um, move?"
"Oi, fine we'll have this discussion now. How's the conversation in your head pet?"
"Ooookaaaay," he drawled. "But you just lost me somewhere."
"Not movin' 'til I know the demon's learned his place. Handy thing about vamp anatomy; long as I got enough blood in me body, can keep goin' as long as I want." Xander forced himself to try and relax at that bit of news. He wasn't uncomfortable, but he couldn't exactly call the position comfortable either with his legs spread and Spike's continued erection pinning him to the bed.
"Demon's fine, Spike. Honest. Hasn't been this quiet up here in years," he promised as he awkwardly gestured toward his own head. And are you serious, about the whole hard forever thing?"
"As long as I have enough blood in me."
"Okay, and that's just a little gross to even think about. Can we not discuss your feeding habits while bodily attached to each other 'cause I don't really want to know whose blood you're using to pin me here."
"Pig's blood," Spike admitted with a snort of disgust.
"Pig?" Surely he didn't hear that right.
"Wanker of a sire wouldn't help me if I hunted, and I needed help finding you, so I drank soddin' pig's blood."
"You drank pig's blood?"
"I already said it twice, don't ever bloody ask me about it again or I'll deny ever doin' somethin' so un-vampirely."
"That's romantic; you drank pig's blood for me, and how disturbing is it that I suddenly find pig's blood romantic? I mean I don't expect hearts and flowers kind of romance from a vamp, unless it's the actual heart-type heart as in human hearts, not that I would find that romantic, so don't go there, Spike."
"Well, I can see we didn't damage your ability to babble yourself into oblivion, pet."
"Will you move now? I'm getting pressed into a wet spot here."
"Mite worried about the demon, pet. Don't want your soul and your demon to get into some sort of disagreement when I'm asleep." Spike shifted slightly and Xander felt a weight on his shoulder, a fuzzy weight that tickled his skin.
"You think I'd hurt you?" He felt a weight far heavier than Spike's body descend on him. "You really think I'd stake you in your sleep?"
"Pet normally declares allegiance to a master, but you seemed to hedge a bit, luv. Somethin' about obeyin' when you agree." He felt fingers run through his hair before reaching up for his shackled hands. With one hand, Spike freed the buckle that connected the two cuffs, and Xander began to unbuckle the rest himself.
"I can't just agree to whatever you want," he explained. "I'm not going to help you start killing soccer moms."
"Oi, you think I'd go after soccer moms?" Spike asked in his best offended voice.
"Spike, you know what I mean. I'm not going there, even if I do love you."
"Do you?" Spike asked with such sincerity that he wondered where Spike had been for the last hour or so.
"Um, yeah. Don't normally do this with people I don't love," Xander gestured with a now free hand. "Why are you suddenly questioning whether I care for you?"
"Called me 'master' before."
"Oh hell, the demon still thinks of you as master, and quite frankly the demon would have promised to help you wipe out every girl scout in the country if that's what it took to get claimed, but I'm not the demon, Spike. Don't expect me to go crawling like I did…" He froze, not even wanting to conjure that memory when in bed with Spike, especially with Spike still firmly implanted in him. "That wasn't me," he finally finished.
"I feel like this whole thing isn't my life. Do you know what I mean?" Xander almost whispered, unsure how to explain his feelings.
"Yep. With Dru for over a hundred years, don't feel quite normal to be with someone else, so I know the feeling."
"You wish you had her back," Xander tried not to feel pain at that, but he did anyway.
"Wish she wasn't dead, least not by Cassidy. Sent soddin' humans after her—whole bloody mob. Wish I could bring her back, dump her on Angel and let him deal with her bleedin' tea parties. Then I'd shag you again," Spike finished, and Xander felt loved—all of him, demon and soul.
"It's like everything changed with Cassidy, like my life is the second verse of some song when everyone else is singing the first verse."
"Prefer you not singing at all, pet. No offense." Silence fell for a moment, but he could feel Spike's need to ask. "Sorry? I mean, about the first bite and all?"
"Some parts, but not you. I'll keep singing the second verse forever to stay with you," Xander admitted, knowing he sounded like a girl, but needing to say it and suspecting that Spike needed to here it.
"So you're gonna stay in charge now?"
"Yep, the badly dressed Xan-man, who chose you back when the demon still lusted over Cassidy. That's the me that's large and in-charge," he joked, trying to act normal despite the unusual position. "In fact, the demon's gone mighty quiet in here,” Xander suddenly realized. He closed his eyes and tried to feel those dark corners he had so long fought to bury. "He's happy," he finally announced in surprise. He had grown so used to that squirm of discontent and pain in his subconscious that he didn't quite know what to do with a happy brain.
"And are you?" Spike asked as he felt the vampire slowly pull out. He hissed in discomfort and tried to relax as he felt the tugging at his muscles. The weight returned, this time much lighter as the vampire lay half on the bed and half on his left side.
"Yep, right where I want to be." Xander announced. "Wet spot excluded of course."
"You'll live," Spike said as Xander felt and arm slip around his waist and pull him off the wet spot and into Spike's chest. Spike curled around him and Xander felt more than heard the vibrations start. After a moment, he recognized the sound. He closed his eyes, comfortable and safe, unsurprised when his own demon responded, a soft purr coming from his own chest as he drifted off to sleep.