Spike woke slowly. He was warm, wrapped up in body and blankets. His body was thoroughly sated. His mind at peace. It'd been a bloody long time since he'd woken up feeling this good, and he savored it. He rubbed his nose into the boy's hair without opening his eyes, enjoying the scent of his come mixed with sleeping boy. His, now. And yeah, pretty soon he'd remember all the downsides to having a human pet, but for now ... his. Body and mind, blood and soul, all of it belonged to Spike.
"Shhh." Spike wrapped his body around Xander's, lips pressed to a damp forehead. "S'all right, pet. Come back to me, now. Come back to Spike." He kept his voice gentle, not wanting to jar him out of the nightmare. "Shhhhhh."
Not very Big Bad like to scatter kisses over forehead and nose and lids over rapidly moving eyes, but this was his. His to hurt, yeah, but his to desire, if he wanted. And Xander was damned desireable. So he cradled the tense body, hands and lips offering reassurance and safety.
"It's safe here, pet. Safe here with Spike. Not gonna let anything hurt you."
Xander opened his eyes and pulled back, looking around frantically.
"That's right pet, see where you are," Spike said, keeping his voice low and even. "Safe at home. Safe with me."
The boy's eyes cleared and sharpened with recognition.
"See? It's just Spike. Safe," Spike repeated. A part of him wanted to laugh out loud. Safe? With Spike? It sounded like the punchline of a very bad joke.
It wasn't the word Spike was expecting. It wasn't the tone he expected, either. It should've been a struggle, the voice thin and rough with disuse, maybe a touch of hesitancy. Something.
It was a struggle. He could see that in Xander's face as the boy contorted his lips and worked his jaw. But when he finally spoke ...
Low and soft and without a drop of hesitancy or insecurity within the richness. Xander believed it, totally. The adoration in his gaze was nothing to the deep trust in his voice.
Spike didn't hear the water moving as he leaned forward, mouth intent on the boy's.
Xander's mouth was one of the sweetest, softest things Spike had ever tasted. The boy was so compliant -- no, giving. He turned in Spike's arms until they were flush against each other, chest to chest, cock to cock. Xander opened his mouth without any coaxing, not just letting Spike kiss him, but kissing back softly. Gently. As if it was his first kiss.
Spike held himself still while Xander shifted positions. He wanted to take, but feeling -- tasting -- the boy give himself over was even better. Warm, compliant boy cuddling into his lap, legs sliding around his waist and a hard cock bumping against his. That wonderfully soft mouth exploring with a tentativeness that aroused more then just his erection.
"Say it again," he ordered when Xander finally pulled back. Lifting his hands out of the water, he pushed wet locks away from Xander's eyes. "Again, pet."
"Yours," Xander said, soft but clear. No struggle this time, just honesty. The boy smiled and bit his lip. He looked nervous and shy. Spike would've pegged him for a blushing virgin if not for the eager hardness pressing against his own.
The first touch of hot, wet tongue to his dick and Spike was ready to explode on the spot. This wasn't conditioning or some programmed sex act, this felt completely different. Nothing at all like the previous blowjob, this was Xander moving his mouth over Spike's cock in something that was a mix between curiosity and worship.
When Xander wrapped his lips around just the head and lightly sucked, Spike squeezed his eyes shut so tightly he saw white fireworks behind his lids.
A small whine of confusion made him jerk, then force his eyes open. Xander still had his mouth around Spike's cock, but his expression was worried. "Wha ... ?" Oh, right. Smiling as reassuringly as he could, Spike unwound his fingers from the boy's hair. "Sorry, pet. Didn't mean to -- oh, fuck."
Spike's hands scrabbled around neck and shoulder, hunting for a purchase that wouldn't hurt the boy. He needed to touch. Needed to show how much he enjoyed the slow, sloooooooow slide down his cock.
Xander relaxed and smiled, then closed his eyes and just ... something. Spike didn't have the words for it, the way Xander was moving on him, taking his cock into that sweet, warm mouth. Freely worshipping every inch of skin until Spike couldn't bear it any longer and came, groaning and gasping for breath.
Xander settled back on his heels. Nervousness hovered in the tilt of his head, but there was kitten-pleasure in the way he licked his lips and smiled at Spike.
So bloody gorgeous.
"C'mere, love," he asked, too sated to pounce the way he wanted to. Xander crawled underneath his arm, nervousness disappearing as Spike thoroughly kissed away every hint of his essence lingering in the boy's mouth. And then kissed him a little bit more.
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The boy was dreaming. Spike could smell the fear and arousal coming off him. He smelled salt, too, and realized the boy's face was wet.
Xander gave a helpless whimper in his sleep, his body clutching Spike's as he tried to get away from whatever nightmare tormented him.
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Not very Big Bad like to scatter kisses over forehead and nose and lids over rapidly moving eyes, but this was his. His to hurt, yeah, but his to desire, if he wanted. And Xander was damned desireable. So he cradled the tense body, hands and lips offering reassurance and safety.
"It's safe here, pet. Safe here with Spike. Not gonna let anything hurt you."
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"That's right pet, see where you are," Spike said, keeping his voice low and even. "Safe at home. Safe with me."
The boy's eyes cleared and sharpened with recognition.
"See? It's just Spike. Safe," Spike repeated. A part of him wanted to laugh out loud. Safe? With Spike? It sounded like the punchline of a very bad joke.
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It was a struggle. He could see that in Xander's face as the boy contorted his lips and worked his jaw. But when he finally spoke ...
Low and soft and without a drop of hesitancy or insecurity within the richness. Xander believed it, totally. The adoration in his gaze was nothing to the deep trust in his voice.
Spike didn't hear the water moving as he leaned forward, mouth intent on the boy's.
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"Say it again," he ordered when Xander finally pulled back. Lifting his hands out of the water, he pushed wet locks away from Xander's eyes. "Again, pet."
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When Xander wrapped his lips around just the head and lightly sucked, Spike squeezed his eyes shut so tightly he saw white fireworks behind his lids.
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Spike's hands scrabbled around neck and shoulder, hunting for a purchase that wouldn't hurt the boy. He needed to touch. Needed to show how much he enjoyed the slow, sloooooooow slide down his cock.
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So bloody gorgeous.
"C'mere, love," he asked, too sated to pounce the way he wanted to. Xander crawled underneath his arm, nervousness disappearing as Spike thoroughly kissed away every hint of his essence lingering in the boy's mouth. And then kissed him a little bit more.
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