FIC: Designation: Hostile 17, 4/4
Masterpost
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Even from behind the door, Alec could see his twin’s tears in his mind. His stomach clenched on that image as it replayed over and over.
Alec barely registered when Spike laid him down on the bed, or wondered why Spike went over to securely close the curtains. He was too fixed on his conflicted feelings toward Ben. Fact was he shouldn’t have any feelings toward Ben. It wasn't like they were true siblings even by Manticore’s standards. They'd been fertilized in a Petri dish for in vitro implantation to a surrogate. Once the surrogate had given birth, they'd been separated into different control groups. Ben’s group had become a unit, his family. Alec’s group had been trained for individual jobs, where he had been assigned to specialize in assassinations. He'd never even known of Ben’s existence until his twin had escaped and later been brought in, dead. Then he'd had to put up with an inferior walking image of himself-the sole reason he'd been sent to cy-ops the first time. However, his irritation had reached new levels when jealousy had entered the picture-the moment he'd seen Ben in Spike’s arms. His jealousy over Spike had only increased as it became obvious Spike cared and held some regard toward Ben; enough that Alec had to isolate and block himself off from Spike.
Though none of that explained why he was so upset. He didn’t want Ben to be around him, and especially not around Spike. But that wasn’t completely true-it was only so in regards to Spike. Somehow, Ben had wormed his way into his heart to make him care, to think of him as more than just a clone.
He had been so deeply entrenched in his thoughts that Alec forgot about his injury-and Spike-until he felt Spike’s tongue on his leg. Alec noticed how Spike had him propped up on the bed and had already discarded his coat. Then Spike’s head lifted and Alec met his intense blue eyes. The rims of Spike’s irises darkened as he held his gaze and slowly trailed his tongue to gently clean as he licked the area around the wound. Once his skin was free of blood, Spike briefly flicked his tongue over the center before he shifted and let his fangs descend as his mouth engulfed the wound. On reflex Alec flinched, but Spike reached out and held him down.
Pain spread out from the epicenter of his leg and rippled in waves throughout his body. He could feel the pull of blood as Spike suckled. When he stopped, his tongue danced over the wound, circling, then darted in and out. Agonizingly slow, Spike pushed the tip of his tongue in, pushing it against the walls, going deeper where his fingers had dug the bullet out.
Beads of sweat gathered at his temple, Alec wanted to cry out against the intrusion, but he held his tongue and did what Manticore had trained him to do under gripping pain-endure.
Inhaling through his nose, Alec felt a change as Spike pulled back, his fangs retracting. His fingers spread out closer to the wound, then Alec felt Spike push his skin, adding pressure as if he could close the wound. He heard a guttural hacking sound and watched with disgust as Spike spit, letting it aim directly inside the small gap.
He repeated the action, then leaned over to lick at it again, his tongue pressing down flat over the wound. The pain was still there, but he started to feel something else that was different-odd. He wanted to push Spike away to see exactly what he was feeling. Spike seemed to understand, and after a moment he moved and got off the bed, allowing Alec to examine his wound. At first, Alec wasn’t sure what he was seeing and had to lean forward to get a closer look. That’s when he realized the hole was smaller; the skin from the inside out was knitting together, healing itself.
Alec was amazed, so fascinated with the process of healing he was witnessing it made it easier to ignore the lingering pain.
He was oblivious of when Spike had returned and of when his hands started to pet along his thigh. Until he shivered in pleasure and felt the pulse of blood-this time it pooled in his sac as his cock twitched to life. Alec swallowed, his desire heightened as he zeroed in on Spike’s chipped, painted black nails, dismayed when they hesitated before they inched closer, disappearing under his pant leg to his crotch. Only to pause again before he could make contact with his hard cock. “Talk to me, Pet.”
Alec just stared at Spike, his befuddled brain trying to focus on each breath, inhaling and exhaling, anxious with need as his cock demanded to be touched.
Slowly, Spike broke out into a lopsided grin. “Stubborn, pet, but I’m going to enjoy breaking that wall.” Spike stretched out a finger and trailed it down his shaft. His other hand nimbly worked to unbutton and unzip his pants, pulling them open. He was about to object when Spike pulled at his briefs to free his cock. His cock bobbed there, whatever he had been about to say stuck in his throat.
Spike’s eyes twinkled in mischief. “We’ll see about your endurance now, yeah?” Spike held Alec’s gaze as he leaned forward to lick the slit of his cock. Alec's eyes widened in shock as Spike quickly engulfed the head just as he came, swallowing.
Just when Alec thought he could catch his breath, Spike, who still had his mouth wrapped around the head of his cock, gave him an awkward grin and wiggled his eyebrows mischievously before he descended, opening his throat, his lips stretching over Alec's still hard member causing him to whimper as he threw his head back.
He felt Spike’s tongue dance over the column of his cock, alternating with a vacuum suction, as he slowly lifted up to concentrate of the head before he the descended once again.
Alec, closing his eyes as his cock pulsed, his sac tight. ‘Pet, do you hear me?’
Feverishly, Alec responded, ‘Yes, please, Spike, please…’
‘Please what, pet? What do you want?’
Alec couldn’t think, never mind actually articulate what he wanted. What came out was a strangled, ‘Pleeeassssse…’
He heard Spike chuckle, and he might have been offended except Spike complied and sucked him harder, bobbing his head. Through eyes fallen closed to nothing but slits, Alec watched as his cock went in and out of Spike’s mouth. He was lost as Spike sped up his efforts. On instinct, Alec lifted his hips as the desire for something more hit-to reach for something as he pushed further inside Spike’s cool mouth.
In response, without stumbling, Spike gripped his pants and underwear to pull, slowly pushing them down.
Alec lost his patience, pulling the material out of Spike’s hands, and in a rush shoved the pants down hard, lifting his foot to push them pass his ankles. In the heat of excitement, it felt like Spike was everywhere. Fingernails raked along Alec’s thighs before they trailed and caressed over his ass to hold him mid-air when Alec arched off the bed, pistoning his hips in and out of Spike’s mouth.
Alec only knew he was close. On overload, his cock pulsed, reaching for that pinnacle. He couldn’t even be bothered when he felt an intrusion of Spike’s fingers along his crack. Spike pulled his ass cheeks apart, the tip of a finger rubbed over his exposed hole. Spike sucked him in deeper, down to the root of his cock-something Alec wouldn't have thought was even possible. It was too much and Alec screamed, as another orgasm was ripped out of him.
Alec felt like he was floating. He heard Spike’s laughter, ‘Only round one, pet. Told you, we’re working on your stamina.’ To emphasize his point, Spike wiggled his thumb, rotating the thumb that was embedded in Alec's ass.
Alec lifted his head and swallowed hard, wincing at the pressure as he stared down his body to where Spike’s hand disappeared. ‘Better than human.’
Spike raked his teeth over his bottom lip, laughing, ‘That’s right. Like that?’ He pushed his thumb further in.
Alec nodded, ‘It’s weird. Good, but weird.’ He shivered, as he felt Spike stroke teasingly along the periphery of his anus. Like the thumb, Spike’s finger moved with ease-just as he thought of it, Spike smiled, using his free hand to pick up a bottle beside him on the bed, then drizzled oil over Alec’s spent cock and added more over his hand that was partially hidden from Alec’s view before he dropped the bottle. ‘Convenient that, yeah? That our host was amply prepared with a two-in-one massage and lube.’ He demonstrated by wrapping his hand around Alec’s cock only to slide his slick hand down, efficiently slathering the oil as Spike worked to bring his cock back to life.
Alec moaned with each fluid pump. His cock filled and hardened within Spike’s grasp.
‘They kept you nice and ripe; a virgin, horny as a new pup. I like that.’ Spike tightened his fist, sliding just past the head and held him there. Spike squeezed, leaned over and licked the moist beaded head free.
Alec arched off the bed in need. Spike laughed, ‘Not yet pet.’ As he quickly removed his thumb and replaced it with a finger, pumping it in and out, slicking his entrance before he added a second finger. With practiced ease Spike pressed against his inner walls, rotating his fingers, pushing them apart. What Spike was doing to him was foreign and felt awkward; it wasn’t full out pain but rather a tight fullness that caught Alec’s breath.
Spike didn’t allow him to adjust as he continued to manipulate his body by stroking and working his cock. Each thrust up Spike twisted his hand, his thumb sweeping over his cock head in reward. Yet whenever he tried to avoid impaling himself back on Spike’s fingers and hold himself mid-air, or his hips moved down only a fraction, Spike met him and thrust his fingers deeper, until Alec stopped avoiding the inevitable and thrust back on his own-working his body between the ache of being stretched that slowly increased the pleasure.
They had just created a steady rhythm when Spike stopped, adding more oil to work a third finger in. Alec moaned in protest against the intrusion. ‘Need to stretch you, pet. Want to do more than just fuck you with my fingers.’ His fingers pressed forward and quickly re-established the pace.
Panting, Alec was too dazed to do anything more than try to adjust to the breadth of Spike’s fingers, even as Spike continued to twist and push his fingers in deeper. He didn’t think he could take any more, when suddenly, Alec threw his head back in pure pleasure.
‘There you go. See, not so bad, yeah?’
He couldn’t respond, only shifted his body, silently begging for Spike to do it again. Alec barely registered Spike’s laughter, or that he said, ‘That’s a good pet.’ He didn’t care; instinct took over as his hips snapped to impale himself on Spike’s fingers. His legs wrapped around Spike, the heels of his feet dug in, holding him there as Alec searched for that sensation, again and again.
Alec wanted more, but it was too much, where he was rising-his need cresting. Spike suddenly pushed him over the edge as his mouth engulfed Alec’s cock. His body arched, screaming as he came shooting into Spike’s mouth.
Spike sat back licking his lips, starring Alec down. Alec met his gaze through slit lids and saw the tint of yellow emerging through Spike’s glittering blue eyes. Alec lay there unable to move, his body still humming from the overload of pleasure, and watched as Spike picked up the oil. This time, Spike poured it over his own cock.
Spike’s fingers wrapped and stayed just long enough to slick the oil efficiently over his cock. Then he moved, grabbing Alec’s legs and lifted them over his shoulders.
Alec watched as Spike licked his lips, and felt a cool slickness at his hole. Spike look down between them at the same time Alec felt a breach at his entrance. Though he was stretched open, Spike’s cock was wider than his fingers and had to push past his ring muscle until he bottomed out.
Spike closed his eyes; the look on his face was of pure pleasure. In his mind, Alec heard a sigh followed by a blissful, ‘So tight. Feel me pet?’ Alec didn’t need to answer what was painfully obvious. Spike kept his eyes closed, his body half laid on top of Alec, his arms bracing his body as he held the position. Suddenly, Spike shifted his body as he continued supporting himself one-handed, his other hand took Alec’s spent cock in hand and caressed him.
Alec muttered a no and inhaled against Spike’s touch on his overly sensitive cock. Spike didn’t stop; instead he sped up the process. His fingers alternated, caressing, manipulating Alec’s body, going back and forth between his cock and his ball sac, working to get another erection out of him. Alec whimpered in protested, ‘Can’t…’
‘Can. You’re super kitty, remember? Want you to come squeezing me tight as I fuck you. Feel so good around me, pet.’
Under Spike’s talented hand Alec felt his cock fill and get harder. Alec arched up off of the bed meeting Spike, his hands anchored in a tight grip on Spike’s forearms. ‘That’s good pet, can’t hold off-have to move…’ Spike had barely finished saying it when his hip lifted and pulled back, then plunged back down. Unlike his fingers, Spike’s pace was erratic, going from slow and deep to hard and fast. At some point, Spike found that spot, hitting it on every third or fourth stroke. It pushed Alec to rise and meet each of Spike’s thrusts, searching for that spark that brought him to that elusive haven of pleasure.
All of Alec’s senses zeroed in on Spike-anything else was nothing but white noise as Spike continued to pound into Alec’s body. His body was tired, yet every nerve ending spiraled toward a crescendo as he rode the pleasure Spike demanded from his body. He was on the edge, but he just teetered there, needing something more.
Spike seemed to know, as he stretched up and gave Alec a bruising kiss. Almost instantly his mouth filled with liquid. A second later he registered it was Spike’s blood. He swallowed greedily, feeling energized, compelled to meet Spike’s driving force until Spike drove him over the cliff with his words. ‘Now! Come for me, pet.’
Alec’s body reacted quicker than his mind as his cock pulsed, dribbling small amounts of come. A moment later Spike pulled back, as he growled a roar, his body pistoning in fury to reach Alec’s state of rapture. Abruptly Spike stilled, his cock buried deep within Alec’s body, his fangs descending to reclaim his mark.
Alec screamed, muscles tightening as his body continued to ride out wave after wave of pleasure-until he couldn’t take it any more until blackness claimed him.
Barely awake, Alec continued to feign sleep and didn’t bother to open his eyes, enjoying the cool weight of Spike’s body draped heavily over his. It wasn’t until Spike’s tongue licked his skin-his body giving him away as he shivered in anticipation, his cock hard.
In his head, Alec heard Spike chuckle as he shifted, his slick hand encircling Alec’s cock. ‘One of the better perks about humans that I like.’ Spike pulled and squeezed his hard length that Alec moaned arching up into Spike’s hand. Dry-mouthed, he slurred Spike’s name, “Spikeeeee…”
‘Sorry pet, we don’t have time to really play. Going to be safe enough to travel in an hour and you still need to eat.’
Alec didn’t bother to suppress his disappointment when Spike let him go.
Spike lifted up on his arms, as he looked down into Alec’s pouting face. ‘Don’t be like that pet. Still need to take a nibble, yeah?’ Then Spike’s eyebrows wagged, eyes lecherously sparking in merriment.
Alec’s cock twitched in excitement even as he turned, offering his neck to Spike.
Spike shifted, and rubbed his nose over the mark, inhaling, then stayed like that, hovering, savoring Alec’s scent before he finally sank his teeth in and started to slowly feed. With each small pull of blood, Spike slowly lowered his body back, fully flush over Alec’s body, and lined their cocks up, sliding them together before Spike maneuvered his hand between their bodies and wrapped it around both cocks. ‘Push up into me. Go ahead….’
Alec didn’t need to be told twice as he pushed up, adding momentum as Spike’s hand squeezed-countering each thrust. It was fast and dirty, as Alec rocked up into Spike’s hand, frantic as he rubbed to match the increasing pace Spike set as he continued suckling. The heavy slurping sounds only ignited his desire further where Alec crashed head on against the intense heat Spike created, shouting Spike’s name as he saw stars and erupted.
Coming back down to earth with Spike’s cool body blanketing him, Alec looked up at Spike only to notice he was staring intently at his lips. Alec swallowed hard, as Spike’s black nail-polished finger trailed over his lips. Spike spoke out loud, his voice soft, almost wistful, “Might take me a century or two before I ever tire of you.”
Alec felt the weight of what Spike left unsaid and his heart warmed. He opened his mouth to snap at Spike’s finger. ‘Good.’ Then caught and playfully sucked on the tip of his finger.
Spike chuckled. ‘Saucy bit, yeah?’
Alec didn’t get to answer as his stomach rumbled loudly.
‘Right, had my breakfast, guess it’s time you had yours.’ Spike briefly kissed Alec’s mouth and moved off of him. Before Spike allowed Alec to move, he moved down Alec’s body and examined his leg, brushing his hand over the wound.
Unable to see, Alec propped himself up on his elbows, and looked down. As Spike’s hand swept past, Alec saw the wound had healed; only the pink brightness of fresh skin was left. Amazed by what he saw, Alec couldn’t resist and shifted to sit up, his hand caressing over what had been a serious wound only hours ago.
The bed dipped as Spike stood, and he said seriously, “Healed even faster than I expected.” He paused a moment, his inflection lighter, and added, “Guess that does make you a super kitty.”
Grabbing a pillow, Alec tossed it, smirking as it hit Spike in the back. “Oi, no time to play, pet. You need to eat. I’ll go see what the git has for food.” After shucking on a pair of pants, Spike made his way to the door.
Alec nodded, even as he scanned the room only to linger on the adjacent bathroom. Speaking as he thought of it, “I’m going to take a quick shower.”
“All right, you do that.” Spike said as he left closing the door behind him.
Alec had just made his way into the bathroom when he heard the bedroom door open. Expecting it to be Spike, he asked, “Want to join me?” Alec offered, letting his voice dip seductively. “I’ll let you scrub my back.”
“Think I’ll pass.” In the bathroom doorway stood Max.
Disappointed and annoyed, Alec demanded. “What do you want?”
“I need to talk to you.”
“And it couldn’t wait, not even for me to get dressed?”
He watched as a blush dusted her cheeks. Her hand reached out and grabbed a towel, tossing it to Alec. “Mind? And no, not with your watchdog around.”
Alec wrapped the towel around his waist. “All right, then talk.”
“It’s Ben…”
He didn’t let her finish, “Get out. I’m not talking to you about him.”
Max refused to move, “I’ll talk, you listen.”
“No, and get the fuck out! I’m going to shower.” He dropped the towel and opened the shower stall door.
“Alec….
Ignoring her, he turned on the water. Max reached out and stopped him as she blurted out, “Alec your name. I lied; I didn’t just come up with it. Ben did. He named all of us. He knew about you. Even found ways to see you when he could. He didn’t want to leave you-we made him come with us. We shouldn’t have. Leaving you messed him up, and then we weren’t there, it broke him. I-that’s on us.” Alec turned, when he heard Max solemnly add under her breath, “On me.”
Alec met Max’s eyes, could see the turmoil. Her guilt. He looked up past her and saw Spike, and behind him, Logan. Blinking away any tears, she straightened her shoulders. “I just thought you should know.” Then without another word she walked out, Logan trailing after her, closing the bedroom door behind him.
He met Spike’s gaze briefly before he had to avert his eyes. Spike’s concern was palpable. Alec knew Spike wanted to bring Ben, but was holding his ground because of him, his jealousy.
Thankful Spike didn’t force a conversation; Alec turned and stepped inside the shower. He heard the bedroom door open and close before he dipped his head under the spray, trying unsuccessfully to drown out his thoughts. In his mind he replayed each time he'd seen Ben, how he'd hung on every word, how his eyes had followed every movement-how there was always something more there-a hope, an expectation, a need to be with Alec. To see him safe.
Alec never wanted to fully question it, to understand Ben’s lingering looks. Even now, past his anger and jealousy, why he felt anything toward his twin, wanted to reach out, to protect…
As the water cooled, Alec purposely shoved his thoughts down using techniques he had learned from Manticore. Reaching for the soap, he started to scrub vigorously.
Showered and dressed, Alec finally joined the others. Entering the living room, he immediately zeroed in on Spike. Spike had his back to him, pacing. He'd donned the leather duster. When Spike turned around, Alec saw he had changed and was wearing different pants than he had when they arrived and a white tee-shirt. Both he presumed Spike got from Logan.
Though it was strange to see, Spike was smoking, and he wondered where Spike got the cigarettes. Alec immediately noticed how Spike handled the cigarette with finesse and familiarity.
Spike stopped in his tracks and smiled when he saw Alec. Alec returned his smile.
“After you eat, we’re ready to go. Git worked some computer magic and got all of us sector passes. From here down to LA.”
Alec nodded. Though it wasn’t overly obvious, Alec heard the hope that had crept into Spike’s voice when he emphasized the word, all. “Good, then we can get going. I can take whatever it is with us, and eat on the way.”
Spike’s smile faded, but he bobbed his head as he answered, “Sure pet. I’ll wrap and pack it up with the other food.”
Alec glanced over to Max. She was standing by Logan; they were both watching him. He noticed how close she stood to Logan where he had his arm draped over his shoulder, holding her hand, skin against skin. The antidote had worked. Smirking, Alec spoke loudly, making sure everyone heard him. “Pretty sure Logan won’t mind, but if there are any sweets, make sure we have extra, okay?” Alec paused for a heartbeat, as he turned toward his twin, catching Ben’s eye when he spoke, “If Ben’s anything like me, we’re going to need it.”
Ben’s eyes widened.
Alec kept staring at Ben, letting him know the offer to join them was genuine. Ben tipped his head in acceptance. Pleased, Alec’s smile widened. He could practically hear the whoop when Spike cheerfully responded as he returned to the kitchen. ‘Right then, I’ll get what’s left’s from Logan’s pantry and steal whatever Xander hoarded.’
Behind him, Xander patted his shoulder, just as happy as he went after Spike. “That’s great, really…” Opening the kitchen door Xander screeched, “Hey, out of my stash, fangboy!”
Oz suddenly piped up, offering a solution. “Maybe once we’re out of Washington and stop for gas, we can make a supply run?”
Logan cringed as a ruckus erupted in the kitchen. Xander rushed out, holding a bag, laughing. “I heard that,” he yelled over his shoulder, and then suggested excitedly, “Twinkies. We can make a Twinkie run.” Xander looked back and forth between the cloned twins as he addressed them, “Have you ever had a Twinkie? It’s this perfect golden sponge of fluffy white goodness that has to be experienced to be believed.”
Spike was suddenly there, trying to grab the bag away from Xander. “That’s for my pets, not yours! Wanker, no more sugar for you, you’re already bouncing off the walls, and I’m not sitting in a tin box to watch...”
“Hands off! This is mine. They already have enough.”
“Oi, hand it over….”
Alec started to tune them out as he looked over at Ben and shared a grin before they turned, enjoying the entertainment as Xander and Spike continue their verbal sparring.
Getting to LA with those two was definitely going to try his patience.
Fin~
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Even from behind the door, Alec could see his twin’s tears in his mind. His stomach clenched on that image as it replayed over and over.
Alec barely registered when Spike laid him down on the bed, or wondered why Spike went over to securely close the curtains. He was too fixed on his conflicted feelings toward Ben. Fact was he shouldn’t have any feelings toward Ben. It wasn't like they were true siblings even by Manticore’s standards. They'd been fertilized in a Petri dish for in vitro implantation to a surrogate. Once the surrogate had given birth, they'd been separated into different control groups. Ben’s group had become a unit, his family. Alec’s group had been trained for individual jobs, where he had been assigned to specialize in assassinations. He'd never even known of Ben’s existence until his twin had escaped and later been brought in, dead. Then he'd had to put up with an inferior walking image of himself-the sole reason he'd been sent to cy-ops the first time. However, his irritation had reached new levels when jealousy had entered the picture-the moment he'd seen Ben in Spike’s arms. His jealousy over Spike had only increased as it became obvious Spike cared and held some regard toward Ben; enough that Alec had to isolate and block himself off from Spike.
Though none of that explained why he was so upset. He didn’t want Ben to be around him, and especially not around Spike. But that wasn’t completely true-it was only so in regards to Spike. Somehow, Ben had wormed his way into his heart to make him care, to think of him as more than just a clone.
He had been so deeply entrenched in his thoughts that Alec forgot about his injury-and Spike-until he felt Spike’s tongue on his leg. Alec noticed how Spike had him propped up on the bed and had already discarded his coat. Then Spike’s head lifted and Alec met his intense blue eyes. The rims of Spike’s irises darkened as he held his gaze and slowly trailed his tongue to gently clean as he licked the area around the wound. Once his skin was free of blood, Spike briefly flicked his tongue over the center before he shifted and let his fangs descend as his mouth engulfed the wound. On reflex Alec flinched, but Spike reached out and held him down.
Pain spread out from the epicenter of his leg and rippled in waves throughout his body. He could feel the pull of blood as Spike suckled. When he stopped, his tongue danced over the wound, circling, then darted in and out. Agonizingly slow, Spike pushed the tip of his tongue in, pushing it against the walls, going deeper where his fingers had dug the bullet out.
Beads of sweat gathered at his temple, Alec wanted to cry out against the intrusion, but he held his tongue and did what Manticore had trained him to do under gripping pain-endure.
Inhaling through his nose, Alec felt a change as Spike pulled back, his fangs retracting. His fingers spread out closer to the wound, then Alec felt Spike push his skin, adding pressure as if he could close the wound. He heard a guttural hacking sound and watched with disgust as Spike spit, letting it aim directly inside the small gap.
He repeated the action, then leaned over to lick at it again, his tongue pressing down flat over the wound. The pain was still there, but he started to feel something else that was different-odd. He wanted to push Spike away to see exactly what he was feeling. Spike seemed to understand, and after a moment he moved and got off the bed, allowing Alec to examine his wound. At first, Alec wasn’t sure what he was seeing and had to lean forward to get a closer look. That’s when he realized the hole was smaller; the skin from the inside out was knitting together, healing itself.
Alec was amazed, so fascinated with the process of healing he was witnessing it made it easier to ignore the lingering pain.
He was oblivious of when Spike had returned and of when his hands started to pet along his thigh. Until he shivered in pleasure and felt the pulse of blood-this time it pooled in his sac as his cock twitched to life. Alec swallowed, his desire heightened as he zeroed in on Spike’s chipped, painted black nails, dismayed when they hesitated before they inched closer, disappearing under his pant leg to his crotch. Only to pause again before he could make contact with his hard cock. “Talk to me, Pet.”
Alec just stared at Spike, his befuddled brain trying to focus on each breath, inhaling and exhaling, anxious with need as his cock demanded to be touched.
Slowly, Spike broke out into a lopsided grin. “Stubborn, pet, but I’m going to enjoy breaking that wall.” Spike stretched out a finger and trailed it down his shaft. His other hand nimbly worked to unbutton and unzip his pants, pulling them open. He was about to object when Spike pulled at his briefs to free his cock. His cock bobbed there, whatever he had been about to say stuck in his throat.
Spike’s eyes twinkled in mischief. “We’ll see about your endurance now, yeah?” Spike held Alec’s gaze as he leaned forward to lick the slit of his cock. Alec's eyes widened in shock as Spike quickly engulfed the head just as he came, swallowing.
Just when Alec thought he could catch his breath, Spike, who still had his mouth wrapped around the head of his cock, gave him an awkward grin and wiggled his eyebrows mischievously before he descended, opening his throat, his lips stretching over Alec's still hard member causing him to whimper as he threw his head back.
He felt Spike’s tongue dance over the column of his cock, alternating with a vacuum suction, as he slowly lifted up to concentrate of the head before he the descended once again.
Alec, closing his eyes as his cock pulsed, his sac tight. ‘Pet, do you hear me?’
Feverishly, Alec responded, ‘Yes, please, Spike, please…’
‘Please what, pet? What do you want?’
Alec couldn’t think, never mind actually articulate what he wanted. What came out was a strangled, ‘Pleeeassssse…’
He heard Spike chuckle, and he might have been offended except Spike complied and sucked him harder, bobbing his head. Through eyes fallen closed to nothing but slits, Alec watched as his cock went in and out of Spike’s mouth. He was lost as Spike sped up his efforts. On instinct, Alec lifted his hips as the desire for something more hit-to reach for something as he pushed further inside Spike’s cool mouth.
In response, without stumbling, Spike gripped his pants and underwear to pull, slowly pushing them down.
Alec lost his patience, pulling the material out of Spike’s hands, and in a rush shoved the pants down hard, lifting his foot to push them pass his ankles. In the heat of excitement, it felt like Spike was everywhere. Fingernails raked along Alec’s thighs before they trailed and caressed over his ass to hold him mid-air when Alec arched off the bed, pistoning his hips in and out of Spike’s mouth.
Alec only knew he was close. On overload, his cock pulsed, reaching for that pinnacle. He couldn’t even be bothered when he felt an intrusion of Spike’s fingers along his crack. Spike pulled his ass cheeks apart, the tip of a finger rubbed over his exposed hole. Spike sucked him in deeper, down to the root of his cock-something Alec wouldn't have thought was even possible. It was too much and Alec screamed, as another orgasm was ripped out of him.
Alec felt like he was floating. He heard Spike’s laughter, ‘Only round one, pet. Told you, we’re working on your stamina.’ To emphasize his point, Spike wiggled his thumb, rotating the thumb that was embedded in Alec's ass.
Alec lifted his head and swallowed hard, wincing at the pressure as he stared down his body to where Spike’s hand disappeared. ‘Better than human.’
Spike raked his teeth over his bottom lip, laughing, ‘That’s right. Like that?’ He pushed his thumb further in.
Alec nodded, ‘It’s weird. Good, but weird.’ He shivered, as he felt Spike stroke teasingly along the periphery of his anus. Like the thumb, Spike’s finger moved with ease-just as he thought of it, Spike smiled, using his free hand to pick up a bottle beside him on the bed, then drizzled oil over Alec’s spent cock and added more over his hand that was partially hidden from Alec’s view before he dropped the bottle. ‘Convenient that, yeah? That our host was amply prepared with a two-in-one massage and lube.’ He demonstrated by wrapping his hand around Alec’s cock only to slide his slick hand down, efficiently slathering the oil as Spike worked to bring his cock back to life.
Alec moaned with each fluid pump. His cock filled and hardened within Spike’s grasp.
‘They kept you nice and ripe; a virgin, horny as a new pup. I like that.’ Spike tightened his fist, sliding just past the head and held him there. Spike squeezed, leaned over and licked the moist beaded head free.
Alec arched off the bed in need. Spike laughed, ‘Not yet pet.’ As he quickly removed his thumb and replaced it with a finger, pumping it in and out, slicking his entrance before he added a second finger. With practiced ease Spike pressed against his inner walls, rotating his fingers, pushing them apart. What Spike was doing to him was foreign and felt awkward; it wasn’t full out pain but rather a tight fullness that caught Alec’s breath.
Spike didn’t allow him to adjust as he continued to manipulate his body by stroking and working his cock. Each thrust up Spike twisted his hand, his thumb sweeping over his cock head in reward. Yet whenever he tried to avoid impaling himself back on Spike’s fingers and hold himself mid-air, or his hips moved down only a fraction, Spike met him and thrust his fingers deeper, until Alec stopped avoiding the inevitable and thrust back on his own-working his body between the ache of being stretched that slowly increased the pleasure.
They had just created a steady rhythm when Spike stopped, adding more oil to work a third finger in. Alec moaned in protest against the intrusion. ‘Need to stretch you, pet. Want to do more than just fuck you with my fingers.’ His fingers pressed forward and quickly re-established the pace.
Panting, Alec was too dazed to do anything more than try to adjust to the breadth of Spike’s fingers, even as Spike continued to twist and push his fingers in deeper. He didn’t think he could take any more, when suddenly, Alec threw his head back in pure pleasure.
‘There you go. See, not so bad, yeah?’
He couldn’t respond, only shifted his body, silently begging for Spike to do it again. Alec barely registered Spike’s laughter, or that he said, ‘That’s a good pet.’ He didn’t care; instinct took over as his hips snapped to impale himself on Spike’s fingers. His legs wrapped around Spike, the heels of his feet dug in, holding him there as Alec searched for that sensation, again and again.
Alec wanted more, but it was too much, where he was rising-his need cresting. Spike suddenly pushed him over the edge as his mouth engulfed Alec’s cock. His body arched, screaming as he came shooting into Spike’s mouth.
Spike sat back licking his lips, starring Alec down. Alec met his gaze through slit lids and saw the tint of yellow emerging through Spike’s glittering blue eyes. Alec lay there unable to move, his body still humming from the overload of pleasure, and watched as Spike picked up the oil. This time, Spike poured it over his own cock.
Spike’s fingers wrapped and stayed just long enough to slick the oil efficiently over his cock. Then he moved, grabbing Alec’s legs and lifted them over his shoulders.
Alec watched as Spike licked his lips, and felt a cool slickness at his hole. Spike look down between them at the same time Alec felt a breach at his entrance. Though he was stretched open, Spike’s cock was wider than his fingers and had to push past his ring muscle until he bottomed out.
Spike closed his eyes; the look on his face was of pure pleasure. In his mind, Alec heard a sigh followed by a blissful, ‘So tight. Feel me pet?’ Alec didn’t need to answer what was painfully obvious. Spike kept his eyes closed, his body half laid on top of Alec, his arms bracing his body as he held the position. Suddenly, Spike shifted his body as he continued supporting himself one-handed, his other hand took Alec’s spent cock in hand and caressed him.
Alec muttered a no and inhaled against Spike’s touch on his overly sensitive cock. Spike didn’t stop; instead he sped up the process. His fingers alternated, caressing, manipulating Alec’s body, going back and forth between his cock and his ball sac, working to get another erection out of him. Alec whimpered in protested, ‘Can’t…’
‘Can. You’re super kitty, remember? Want you to come squeezing me tight as I fuck you. Feel so good around me, pet.’
Under Spike’s talented hand Alec felt his cock fill and get harder. Alec arched up off of the bed meeting Spike, his hands anchored in a tight grip on Spike’s forearms. ‘That’s good pet, can’t hold off-have to move…’ Spike had barely finished saying it when his hip lifted and pulled back, then plunged back down. Unlike his fingers, Spike’s pace was erratic, going from slow and deep to hard and fast. At some point, Spike found that spot, hitting it on every third or fourth stroke. It pushed Alec to rise and meet each of Spike’s thrusts, searching for that spark that brought him to that elusive haven of pleasure.
All of Alec’s senses zeroed in on Spike-anything else was nothing but white noise as Spike continued to pound into Alec’s body. His body was tired, yet every nerve ending spiraled toward a crescendo as he rode the pleasure Spike demanded from his body. He was on the edge, but he just teetered there, needing something more.
Spike seemed to know, as he stretched up and gave Alec a bruising kiss. Almost instantly his mouth filled with liquid. A second later he registered it was Spike’s blood. He swallowed greedily, feeling energized, compelled to meet Spike’s driving force until Spike drove him over the cliff with his words. ‘Now! Come for me, pet.’
Alec’s body reacted quicker than his mind as his cock pulsed, dribbling small amounts of come. A moment later Spike pulled back, as he growled a roar, his body pistoning in fury to reach Alec’s state of rapture. Abruptly Spike stilled, his cock buried deep within Alec’s body, his fangs descending to reclaim his mark.
Alec screamed, muscles tightening as his body continued to ride out wave after wave of pleasure-until he couldn’t take it any more until blackness claimed him.
Barely awake, Alec continued to feign sleep and didn’t bother to open his eyes, enjoying the cool weight of Spike’s body draped heavily over his. It wasn’t until Spike’s tongue licked his skin-his body giving him away as he shivered in anticipation, his cock hard.
In his head, Alec heard Spike chuckle as he shifted, his slick hand encircling Alec’s cock. ‘One of the better perks about humans that I like.’ Spike pulled and squeezed his hard length that Alec moaned arching up into Spike’s hand. Dry-mouthed, he slurred Spike’s name, “Spikeeeee…”
‘Sorry pet, we don’t have time to really play. Going to be safe enough to travel in an hour and you still need to eat.’
Alec didn’t bother to suppress his disappointment when Spike let him go.
Spike lifted up on his arms, as he looked down into Alec’s pouting face. ‘Don’t be like that pet. Still need to take a nibble, yeah?’ Then Spike’s eyebrows wagged, eyes lecherously sparking in merriment.
Alec’s cock twitched in excitement even as he turned, offering his neck to Spike.
Spike shifted, and rubbed his nose over the mark, inhaling, then stayed like that, hovering, savoring Alec’s scent before he finally sank his teeth in and started to slowly feed. With each small pull of blood, Spike slowly lowered his body back, fully flush over Alec’s body, and lined their cocks up, sliding them together before Spike maneuvered his hand between their bodies and wrapped it around both cocks. ‘Push up into me. Go ahead….’
Alec didn’t need to be told twice as he pushed up, adding momentum as Spike’s hand squeezed-countering each thrust. It was fast and dirty, as Alec rocked up into Spike’s hand, frantic as he rubbed to match the increasing pace Spike set as he continued suckling. The heavy slurping sounds only ignited his desire further where Alec crashed head on against the intense heat Spike created, shouting Spike’s name as he saw stars and erupted.
Coming back down to earth with Spike’s cool body blanketing him, Alec looked up at Spike only to notice he was staring intently at his lips. Alec swallowed hard, as Spike’s black nail-polished finger trailed over his lips. Spike spoke out loud, his voice soft, almost wistful, “Might take me a century or two before I ever tire of you.”
Alec felt the weight of what Spike left unsaid and his heart warmed. He opened his mouth to snap at Spike’s finger. ‘Good.’ Then caught and playfully sucked on the tip of his finger.
Spike chuckled. ‘Saucy bit, yeah?’
Alec didn’t get to answer as his stomach rumbled loudly.
‘Right, had my breakfast, guess it’s time you had yours.’ Spike briefly kissed Alec’s mouth and moved off of him. Before Spike allowed Alec to move, he moved down Alec’s body and examined his leg, brushing his hand over the wound.
Unable to see, Alec propped himself up on his elbows, and looked down. As Spike’s hand swept past, Alec saw the wound had healed; only the pink brightness of fresh skin was left. Amazed by what he saw, Alec couldn’t resist and shifted to sit up, his hand caressing over what had been a serious wound only hours ago.
The bed dipped as Spike stood, and he said seriously, “Healed even faster than I expected.” He paused a moment, his inflection lighter, and added, “Guess that does make you a super kitty.”
Grabbing a pillow, Alec tossed it, smirking as it hit Spike in the back. “Oi, no time to play, pet. You need to eat. I’ll go see what the git has for food.” After shucking on a pair of pants, Spike made his way to the door.
Alec nodded, even as he scanned the room only to linger on the adjacent bathroom. Speaking as he thought of it, “I’m going to take a quick shower.”
“All right, you do that.” Spike said as he left closing the door behind him.
Alec had just made his way into the bathroom when he heard the bedroom door open. Expecting it to be Spike, he asked, “Want to join me?” Alec offered, letting his voice dip seductively. “I’ll let you scrub my back.”
“Think I’ll pass.” In the bathroom doorway stood Max.
Disappointed and annoyed, Alec demanded. “What do you want?”
“I need to talk to you.”
“And it couldn’t wait, not even for me to get dressed?”
He watched as a blush dusted her cheeks. Her hand reached out and grabbed a towel, tossing it to Alec. “Mind? And no, not with your watchdog around.”
Alec wrapped the towel around his waist. “All right, then talk.”
“It’s Ben…”
He didn’t let her finish, “Get out. I’m not talking to you about him.”
Max refused to move, “I’ll talk, you listen.”
“No, and get the fuck out! I’m going to shower.” He dropped the towel and opened the shower stall door.
“Alec….
Ignoring her, he turned on the water. Max reached out and stopped him as she blurted out, “Alec your name. I lied; I didn’t just come up with it. Ben did. He named all of us. He knew about you. Even found ways to see you when he could. He didn’t want to leave you-we made him come with us. We shouldn’t have. Leaving you messed him up, and then we weren’t there, it broke him. I-that’s on us.” Alec turned, when he heard Max solemnly add under her breath, “On me.”
Alec met Max’s eyes, could see the turmoil. Her guilt. He looked up past her and saw Spike, and behind him, Logan. Blinking away any tears, she straightened her shoulders. “I just thought you should know.” Then without another word she walked out, Logan trailing after her, closing the bedroom door behind him.
He met Spike’s gaze briefly before he had to avert his eyes. Spike’s concern was palpable. Alec knew Spike wanted to bring Ben, but was holding his ground because of him, his jealousy.
Thankful Spike didn’t force a conversation; Alec turned and stepped inside the shower. He heard the bedroom door open and close before he dipped his head under the spray, trying unsuccessfully to drown out his thoughts. In his mind he replayed each time he'd seen Ben, how he'd hung on every word, how his eyes had followed every movement-how there was always something more there-a hope, an expectation, a need to be with Alec. To see him safe.
Alec never wanted to fully question it, to understand Ben’s lingering looks. Even now, past his anger and jealousy, why he felt anything toward his twin, wanted to reach out, to protect…
As the water cooled, Alec purposely shoved his thoughts down using techniques he had learned from Manticore. Reaching for the soap, he started to scrub vigorously.
Showered and dressed, Alec finally joined the others. Entering the living room, he immediately zeroed in on Spike. Spike had his back to him, pacing. He'd donned the leather duster. When Spike turned around, Alec saw he had changed and was wearing different pants than he had when they arrived and a white tee-shirt. Both he presumed Spike got from Logan.
Though it was strange to see, Spike was smoking, and he wondered where Spike got the cigarettes. Alec immediately noticed how Spike handled the cigarette with finesse and familiarity.
Spike stopped in his tracks and smiled when he saw Alec. Alec returned his smile.
“After you eat, we’re ready to go. Git worked some computer magic and got all of us sector passes. From here down to LA.”
Alec nodded. Though it wasn’t overly obvious, Alec heard the hope that had crept into Spike’s voice when he emphasized the word, all. “Good, then we can get going. I can take whatever it is with us, and eat on the way.”
Spike’s smile faded, but he bobbed his head as he answered, “Sure pet. I’ll wrap and pack it up with the other food.”
Alec glanced over to Max. She was standing by Logan; they were both watching him. He noticed how close she stood to Logan where he had his arm draped over his shoulder, holding her hand, skin against skin. The antidote had worked. Smirking, Alec spoke loudly, making sure everyone heard him. “Pretty sure Logan won’t mind, but if there are any sweets, make sure we have extra, okay?” Alec paused for a heartbeat, as he turned toward his twin, catching Ben’s eye when he spoke, “If Ben’s anything like me, we’re going to need it.”
Ben’s eyes widened.
Alec kept staring at Ben, letting him know the offer to join them was genuine. Ben tipped his head in acceptance. Pleased, Alec’s smile widened. He could practically hear the whoop when Spike cheerfully responded as he returned to the kitchen. ‘Right then, I’ll get what’s left’s from Logan’s pantry and steal whatever Xander hoarded.’
Behind him, Xander patted his shoulder, just as happy as he went after Spike. “That’s great, really…” Opening the kitchen door Xander screeched, “Hey, out of my stash, fangboy!”
Oz suddenly piped up, offering a solution. “Maybe once we’re out of Washington and stop for gas, we can make a supply run?”
Logan cringed as a ruckus erupted in the kitchen. Xander rushed out, holding a bag, laughing. “I heard that,” he yelled over his shoulder, and then suggested excitedly, “Twinkies. We can make a Twinkie run.” Xander looked back and forth between the cloned twins as he addressed them, “Have you ever had a Twinkie? It’s this perfect golden sponge of fluffy white goodness that has to be experienced to be believed.”
Spike was suddenly there, trying to grab the bag away from Xander. “That’s for my pets, not yours! Wanker, no more sugar for you, you’re already bouncing off the walls, and I’m not sitting in a tin box to watch...”
“Hands off! This is mine. They already have enough.”
“Oi, hand it over….”
Alec started to tune them out as he looked over at Ben and shared a grin before they turned, enjoying the entertainment as Xander and Spike continue their verbal sparring.
Getting to LA with those two was definitely going to try his patience.
Fin~