With the last of the pieces of cutlery in the dish drainer, Spike rinsed the remnants of blood out of his mug and placed it alongside the plastic drainer. Wiping his hands on the teatowel Xander held out to him, he strode towards the bathroom with his mind on the subject of raising the claim issue with the boy. The whelp was still angry, he could smell the emotion in the air surrounding the tall brunette and had guessed that was pretty much the reason the younger man hadn't wanted to go to work.

~ Couldn't have a hissy fit at work now could we! ~

Door closed, he grabbed a fresh towel from the dwindling stack in the cupboard, placing it over the shower rail making sure that it would hang out of the way of the water. Boxer's landed a few inches short of the dirty linen basket. The water turned on, Spike climbed into the shower and groaned as the heat warmed his borrowed blood. Letting the warmth loosen his tensed muscles, he frowned at the thought of the whelps unusually thick cock entering him. It wasn't the length that bothered him, it was the massive thickness. His Sire had been long and of a normal thickness but he had never seen or had such one like the boys before and he wasn't even going to think of the crypt.

~Jesus, I'm such a woosy boy. I knew this day would come sooner or later ~

Once the shampoo was rinsed from his hair, grabbed the special conditioner that kept his hair from becoming brassy. Rubbing it through his hair, he waited for a few minutes before rinsing again.

~ I'm gonna get a slapping! ~

He sang to himself. The whole claiming issue was tricky and he was sure that the whelp was going to go mental when he was told about what the soldiers had unknowingly done. It wasn't as if he could ignore it, he figured that he was lucky that Riley hadn't yet read the book Xander had so obviously read to know about the cum claim. He had told Xander everything about that night bar the pissing bit and he really had to tell him soon, like right after the shower soon.

Although the boy was visibly relaxed after the blowjob, he was still going to be narky all day. The only ways of releasing a claim that he knew of was to either kill the other claimant and then fuck the adored in the old claimants ash, something he couldn't see the boy going for or making the adored drink the blood of the old claimant, relegating the old claimant as subservient to the adored, breaking the claim. How it was going to work with humans, he didn't know and the adored one could only drink the blood by biting. Only vampires did the claiming rituals as far as he knew, he didn't know of such a case as his. He didn't want to belong to the ex soldiers and he really didn't want to belong to Xander either but seeing the boy was the lesser of two evils, he really didn't have much choice.

~ I could always ask Peach's for help? No fucking way, I'd rather belong to Harris for all of his short mortal life than ask the Wanky Souled One! ~

Maybe it would work out. Maybe it wouldn't as he couldn't bite and he was sure that the whelp wasn't going to kill any of the soldiers especially Binty's fucktoy.

Right, he thought with a towel wrapped around his waist. He walked through the doorway followed by a billowing cloud of steam towards the couch the brunette was currently sitting on, waiting for him it looked like. Stomach clenching, he sat on the couch on the spot indicated by Xander's patting hand.

~ Please don't hurt me too much Pet, I'm sorry that I didn't tell you the night that you *claimed* me in the basement, just didn't think they would come for me again ~

A cum claim was strong but a first claim was still stronger whether it was piss or cum. His Sire's cum claim, not having been renewed every five years as required after Angelus got his soul back, had run out. Every vampire who put such a claim into action never bothered about the five year requirement usually prefering to state claim every few months or so. Vampires were possessive about such things.

With that thought, Spike leaned down to pick up the small note book from off the floor and took the broken pen from Xander. Writing in short jerky sentences, he described what the soldiers had unwittingly done and also wrote the only two ways he knew of how to break it. Eyes closed, he handed the book to the smiling boy and waited for the enevitable explosion.

~ With luck, I shouldn't get too much of a slapping ~

Silence

More waiting

More silence

After what seemed like hours but was only a few minutes, he peeked at the boy sitting next to him. Xander just sat looking at him with an odd little half smile on his face and the blackest eyes Spike had ever seen since moving in with the whelp.

~ Ooops! Should have told him that night, I think I'm in for it now ~

"So! My claim on you is nothing until the other is gone?"

Whine, nod.

"Let's see shall we? I either have to kill the arseholes and then fuck you or get you to bite them all, drink their blood which is something that you *can't* do and then fuck you, this is correct is it not?"

Gulp, nod, whine

"Well then, what to do?"

With a low voice vibrating with menace, he didn't know whether to slap at the vampire and then get the book from Giles' place in which he had only quickly read about cum claim or get the book and then slap the vampire.

"You do know that I'm pissed off don't you?"

Gasp, nod and yes grunt

"Good, just thought that I would let you know"

They both sat in silence.

SLAP!

The heat bloomed across the pale cheek.

~ Not going to cry, not going to cry ~

SMACK, SLAP,SLAP,SLAP

~ I'm sorry, I was frightened that this would happen, so stupid, stupid, not going to cry ~

PUNCH, SLAP, PUNCH, SMACK

~ Oooff, that hurt, should have just told him that night. Was getting hit anyway. Not going to cry ~

The slaps and alternate smacking and punching were landing on his body slowly, allowing each one to make it's precense known separate to all the other that came before and the ones to come after it. Turning his head away from the seething brunette, Spike sat there and let the blows redden his body while trying to blink away the tears.

~ Not going to cry, not going to cry ~

Xander was fuming. His mind was racing at the thought that those arseholes were able to make a claim on what was supposed to be his and his only. He had read about the claiming when bored at Giles' one day. He must have missed the page mentioning the other type of claim. The irate male did however remember reading about the Sire/Childe thing and realising that Angel had lost his claim on Spike after five years of being gone which was why he had thought he had claimed the blonde as his own.

"You don't go out unless it's with me. Do I make myself clear?, not even down the park. You don't leave the apartment for anything, not one thing!"

Spike, being shaken, nodded his head with his eyes averted from the boy, could feel the cage get tighter.

~ Yes, I want this fixed as much as you, trust me ~

His body hurting from the numerous blows, watched as the boy stomped towards the door and opened the door.

"Going to Giles' place to get the book. Was going to get a video for us to watch, but I guess that can wait now, can't it?"

Setting the lock so that it couldn't be opened from within, he slammed the door and adjusted his collar to protect his neck from the cold air. He felt his car keys digging into his hip from their place in his jeans, wishing that he had put on warmer clothes as the vampire showered. With a shake of his head, he let the thought of going back for a jacket go, he knew that if he went back, he would just lay into the blonde again and his hands were hurting.

*****
Part 7:

"Jesus, I hope to god that prick hasn't got his hands on that fucking book!"

With a mutter to himself as he slammed the rusting door to the death trap he drove. Shake of his head at the thought of the possibility that the Buffster might have picked this week to actually read up about the main demon she destroyed virtually every night.

"Not a chance in a million years, not enough pictures for her"

Sniggering to himself, he could feel some of the earlier anger drain away at the thought of the little blond asking a stuttering Giles' what an adored was. Well, he was the claimant so that would make Spike the adored one he figured. He had been too upset to ask the actual meanings of the words once he had got the general gist of what the vampire was telling him.

"Stupid shit, if he had just told me earlier, I wouldn't have had to smack him" he said under his breathe as he lifted a hand to knock on the solid wooded door in front of him. The only thing that could make that morning worse for him would be if his not so missed Anya opened the door. Shoving the waist of the long sleeved t-shirt he wore into his jeans to try and conserve some of the bodyheat he was steadily leaking, he heard the door open and looked up into the scowling face of fate. Crap! he shouted in his mind.

"Uhh,..um, Hi Anya... is the G-Man home?" smiling as much as he could without giving into the temptation to just shove the girl aside and stomp on through.

"Oh. It's you! What do *you* want?"

"Really great, thanks for asking Anya and you, how are you? I would like to come in and talk to Giles'"

The door held open just a smidgen wider than before, Xander grabbed th opportunity and tried not to barge his way into the ex-librarians house as much as possible. No G-Man in sight as he looked around the living room, he turned his back to the scowling, foot tapping girl behind him.

"Hey, Giles'! are you here?" loudly echoed through the house. With no answer being presented to him from the otherwise empty rooms, he sucked in his breath and prepared to be patient with the now tutting person behind him.

"So, where is the old man anyway? and how come you are here by yourself. Are you cleaning his house in payment for whatever you broke this week?"

Trying to dodge the oncoming slap, he felt it catch him on the shoulder as the ex-demon took offence to his comment. No surprise there anyway, ever since the breakup she had taken umbrage at almost anything he said and they tried to avoid each other as much as possible. Probably not the smartest move having an ex-vengeance demon as both an old girlfriend and someone who now didn't really like him.

"Did not break anything worth much this week. I'm waiting for Giles' to get back with a video. He wants to give me orgasms."

"Whaaa.. are you mental? When the hell did he tell you this?" Momentarily speechless, Xander stared at the smirking girl. What on earth could have possessed the former Watcher, was he just horny, desperate and that was getting pretty icky, so don't want to think of the G-Man and Anya. Actually the thought of Giles' and anyone was pretty much vile making. The man was old. Then again, this was Anya, she pretty much thought everyone wanted to give her orgasms. One day she had thought an old man in the chemist had wanted her until Xander had pointed out that winking was due to the man having just put in eye drops. She had probably just misunderstood the older watcher.

"No I am not,what did you call me, mental. It's true, he touched my breast last week at work. He is older than you and I'm happy that he will be able to give me more different sex than you could" with that statement said loud so that almost all Sunnydale could hear, she left the stunned looking younger man in the living room and walked towards the kitchen to make a pot of the tea she had become so fond of since working for the magic shop.

"Urggh,..um.. Ok then, I think" Head spinning with the thought of the ex watcher getting sex from his ex girlfriend, and why that was wrong on so many levels, he shuffled towards the bookcase that dominated the plainly decorated room. Yeah, like right the old man just grabbed her. The poor bastard probably just accidently brushed against her. But no, the Anya who is orgasm obessessed, thinks that yet again no male is immune from her all powerful pulling of lust. Wonder if I should give him pointers on how to keep her happy? Probably doesn't even know he has been ear marked for the use of one horny ex-demon.

Coughing into the laugh that had erupted at the thought of what the older man's face would be like when he realised that his only shop assistant had decided to make him her very own flesh covered vibrator. With the towering bookcase in front of him, he started to look for anything on the mating habits and rituals of vampires. " No, no, no and no again" this is useless. He knew what the book looked like. It was large, dusty and leather bound with weird scrawly writing on the spine and cover.

"Hang on, this is it!" sarcastically said as he indicated virtually every book in the room. What colour was it again, brown? Light brown or was it the dark brown of the ten over there? "Crap!" he scowled at the line of books in direct view of him. Gold or gold lettering? He would have to hurry before Giles' got back or before Anya decided to hound him again over why he broke up with her. It's been a fucking year, you would think she would just stop asking, it wasn't as if it stopped her going out and having sex with other guys. With a hope that one day she would do just that, he spotted what looked like the right book. Dropping the one he held in his hands onto the floor, one that he quickly picked up and replace on the shelf.

Heart beating fast, he could feel his mouth dry up as he reached for the thick volume. Book open, he flicked the pages looking for the small chocolate stain he had gotten on it without Giles' noticing.

"Yes!" loudly echoed through the room. He spun round quickly to face the curious person, making indignant sounds behind him. She stood looking at him with a little smile on her face and a pot of tea clutched in her hand. With a snort of derision directed at him, Anya walked back to the couch, placed the tea on the coffee table with the one mug and the matching teacup and saucer.

"G-Man coming back real soon is he? now nervous because he had the book in his hands, he really didn't want to tell the older man why he was borrowing Duplties Book of Vampire Habits. Ever so the original title for a book he thought scanning his options of how to get the girl to not tell Giles that he had been there and had stolen on of his precious books. Having an idea, he said.

"Uh... Anya?"

"You are still here? Why? If my boss comes home with you still here, it's going to be impossible to have sex. I don't think he is going to like a threesome the first time" came the annoyed reply.

Eyes closed at the thought of the whole thing, Xander wondered how he had ever let himself get involved with the girl. So sorry G-man but she is all yours whether you know it yet or not.

"No, not really an option from this side here. Just want to give you a few things that you left at my basement. You know, the videos and the other things....thought you might like them. Help warm up things, you know?" hoping that the girl would go for it, he knew that by asking straight out, she would only run to tell Giles' that he had taken one of the books. With the smile that was crossing the ex-demons face, he knew that she had gone for it.

"Ok, here's the deal. Don't tell Giles' about the book and I will give them to you tomorrow?" eagerly wanting to just get out and away from his old girlfriend before she decided that since he was already there, he would do for sex.

"Alright, I guess that I can wait then. He is already getting a naughty video anyway. Fantasia or something like that. You'll have to give them to me at the shop."

"Oh my god" thought Xander. He so doesn't know what he is in for, and she is really mental if she thinks a Walt Disney is a porno. With a quick turn, he walked out of the house as fast as possible so that she couldn't see the huge smile on his face. Suppressing the laughter until he reached the car, he leaned weakly against the rusting metal as he allowed the mirth erupt.

"Fuck me! What an absolute classic! Fantasia, a porno!"

Eyes wiped of the tears of laughter that had sprouted when he thought of the hissy fit yet to erupt at the older mans house that night, he knew he just had to tell Spike what she had said. The blonde was going to find it hilarious. Not even thinking of what had gone on before he had left, Xander did up his seatbelt and turned the ignition, wrenching the gearstick into drive as he noticed the ex-librarians car come around the corner.

Car pushed to the limit around the corner, he hoped that he hadn't been seen. Might as well get a video anyway. Keep the Bleached Wonder occupied while I read into this claiming business.

"Hope that I go the right book. No way am I going back tonight. Anya would think I've come for a bit of bump and grind with her and Giles'"

Icking to himself for all he was worth, Xander turned the car towards the local Video Easy and hoped that he hadn't any more fines registered on his video card. In a great mood now that he had what he hoped was the correct volume, he wondered if he should get some more blood instead of letting Spike go out for it himself.

"No. No, I can't trust them not to be waiting for him. Not after the car park. Not until this claim is cleaned up."

With a snort to himself as to how he would be able to do that, he pulled into the parking space and killed the engine.

*****
Part 8:

"Hey Blondie, Your'e never going to guess who Anya has set her sights on this time?" yelled the smiling boy as he barged into the apartment. With the bags containing the video he had chosen flung onto the floor by the t.v., he walked through the living room clutching the one bag in his left hand. Fridge open, he dragged out the vegetable crisper in the bottom of the cold appliance, shoving the blood bags into the small container. Once done, he closed the fridge and looked around for the vampire.

A frown lining his face, he walked to the bathroom. Not seeing the smaller man in the white tiled room, his frown deepened into a scowl. Striding back through the spartan main room, he entered the dark bedroom. While he waited for his eyes to adjust to the oppressing darkness, he asked "Spike, are you in here?"

Not really expecting an answer to the question, a small form in bed started to appear to his now adjusted eyes. The scowl left his face to be replaced by a small smile and a tingly feeling in the pit of his stomach. Quietly shucking off his clothes and leaving his boxers on, he quickly got into the inviting bed. With nothing said when the cool body turned to face him, he held his arms open wide.

~ What the hell is he playing at now? The calm before another storm? ~

Hesitating before moving in closer to the heat pouring off the younger man, Spike snuggled into the firm grasp.

~ Ok, this is different. Not going to turn the offer aside though. The heat is unbelievable. No wonder some vamps get addicted to human snuggle bunnies. ~

The boy had only really held him properly for the first time since sleeping in the same bed the night before. He hadn't really thought that it had happened at all. It was nice to be held. Briefly wondering whether the boy would one day spontaneously combust due to the heat in his body, he turned his mind to the few times that he had ever been held since being turned. Not that many it seemed. Could be counted on one hand the times that Angelus had done this and that had only been after a particularly vicious fuck from him.

Dru had never once volunteered to wrap her arms around him, not once in all the time that they had been together. It had always been him that had to be the protector, be the strong one and everyone knew that the strong ones never got to be held.

~ Oh yeah, that's it. I'm the bloody Peached One now aren't I? Just proves what a loser I am, being held by a fucking mortal and liking it ~

With a soft sigh, he let his body relax into the strong warm embrace. Warm breath gusting down his cool neck, he listened to the whelps breath start to slow down signalling the dream state he was currently lapsing into.

~ Hope the whelp got the book. I'm screwed literally if Prick and Arseholes Inc. have gotten their hands on it. We should just move until the time is up. Can't see the boy going for it though ~

He hated feeling so dependent on the younger man, but he had come to the realisation that the whelp was the only one who even cared if he continued to be one of the undead, pretty early into his new unlife. Unbeknown to the ex-watcher and the boy himself, he had heard the phone conversation between his Sire in L.A. and the shop owner. He had cried to himself when he had heard his old Sire state that he didn't want to know about his once favoured Childe as he had enough problems of his own, that since Spike was in the Slayer's territory, he was now her responsibility.

Yeah, he had heard that all too well. The sodding Poof was all too much trademark Angelus in that one statement. Just like his old Sire to throw away what could not work properly in that exact instant whether or not it could be fixed in the future. The Binty bitch had gladly fobbed the vampire off onto the Harris whelp after whinging about the mess her clothes and newly washed hair would be like after she had dusted him. The witches had been the only ones to actually put up fight, for the second time, as to why he couldn't be dusted.

Not sure if he was still useful they had said. With him sitting on the couch as far away from the glares that Cornfed kept shooting him, just being ignored again by everyone. After all if you couldn't speak, it was quite obvious that you couldn't hear as well.

Gently untangling himself from the slumbering male, he quietly slid out of the blankets and sheets so as not to wake him. With a soft grunt, he sat on the sofa with the book held in his shaking hands. He had found it in one of the video bags along with the lube and condoms that the boy had obviously bought the night before.

~Why the hell did he buy rubbers? What does he think he is going to catch, Vampirism or is he worried that he is going to knock me up? ~

Book open, with visions of himself pregnant, he flicked the pages. Scanning the words briefly until he reached the section on claiming, he wondered how the writer was so knowledgeable on vampire habits, especially the claiming when he himself barely knew what to do. Or, not so knowledgeable as it turned out. He already knew pretty much what was written about the claiming. He knew that he was the adored one and that Xander was the new claimant and the soldiers were unknowingly the current claimants. Nothing new there.

Head held between his hands, he shook his blonde hair in frustration. All the book had informed him of was that if neither the two options of how to break a claim appealed, then it was better to just move away until the claim ran out and then to renew the claim with the new claimant. He supposed that he was lucky and could actually pinpoint the exact time that he had been claimed by the ex-soldiers there for making the timing easy.

The book had had some other useful information about the claimant stating that sometimes the adored one was actually killed in fits of rage by the claimant. Apparently in extreme cases the claimant would become hyper aggressive towards the adored one due to the fact of an overload of aggressive behaviour influencing their lives before and after being turned.

With a snort at this information, thinking to himself that almost all behaviour was aggressive after being turned, he could relate to the before turned behaviour of his Sire. His Sire had been a drunk, a man who liked to whore around and had been famous for his rowdy bar room brawls. He had also kept the new fledge on a tight leash for the first 10 years or so displaying a type of behaviour that made him renew his claim on the younger vampire almost every week, something that other claimants had thought obsessive to the extreme.

The Harris whelp looked like he would be just the same, not as aggressive as a vampire but probably enough to be labeled a hyper aggressive anyway. How his behaviour would change after claiming Spike properly was anyones guess. Maybe humans didn't get all thingy about stuff like this.

Spike knew that if the boys behaviour changed, it would be for the worst. It couldn't possibly go for the better, not after experiencing what the younger man was like in his moods. It was still a possibility that the boy would keep on going like he was, goofy most of the time and really sweet with a wicked sense of humour and letting off steam about once a month, slapping into the vampire when really pissed at something.

The writer thought that it was also due to certain scents put out by both parties that made the two parties stay in their made roles. The adored one usually had a weaker smell than their claimant. It was the smell of the claimant on the adored that warned all other vampires off. If another vampire came across an adored that he wanted, he usually smelled the current claimant first before issuing a challenge, if the scent was weaker than their own then it was pretty much a given that the fight would be won by the new claimant.

Deep down in the pit of his stomach, he felt it do flip flops at the thought of seeing the whelp in a bigger hissy fit than he had so far shown. With the snoring in the bedroom getting louder, he picked up a video and looked at it.

~ Fantasia? What the hell possessed the boy to rent this?~

*****
Part 9:

Xander woke to the sound of the closing credits of the Walt Disney classic, Fantasia. The grin on his face grew bigger when he thought of what was probably going on at the ex watchers house right about now. Yawning, he looked at the bedside clock, 5.22 pm. "Damn "he thought "just where has my free day gotten to?" With his stomach grumbling at his moving off the bed and standing up, he looked for Spike in the living room.

One hand rubbing his protesting belly, he sat on the couch next to the bleached blonde fingering the book he had stolen from Giles'. Another yawn and the thought that he wouldn't sleep too well tonight, he looked at the smaller man doing his best not to look back at him.

"So, read the book did you? What does it say?" asked the sleepy young man.

With a shrug of his shoulders at Xanders question, Spike handed the book already opened at the claiming chapter to the hand reaching out to take it from him. Waiting while the brunette read about what the book had to say, he moved to lean against the hot body beside him. Absently, the reading man grabbed at the cooler body against his and shifted in his seat so that they were both more comfortable. Gently running his fingertips up and down the smooth pale arm of the man beside him, Xander finished reading what little information the book had on claiming.

"Well then. Doesn't look too good does it?" sighed the taller man into the white hair on the head that was currently tucked underneath his chin.

Quick shake of the head from the vampire and he wondered again what the hell he was going to do. The chances of avoiding Riley and his mates for another four years was pretty impossible since one of his friends was currently dating one of the ex- soldiers. Sunnydale, though not really small, it was still small enough so that it was inevitable that they were going to run into each other again. He figured that he could move but the good job and friends that he had here, were things that he would miss and everyone would think that he was possessed if he just pulled up stakes and with the Bleached One in tow, just moved.

He felt the shoulder of the vampire move. What he was doing, Xander didn't really know. A note was shoved into his face. Taking the note from the slim fingers, he read what was written in the scrawly black writing.

"Move? I don't know about that, I mean where would we go? How do I explain to the others about why you are coming with me?"

He could feel the small flare of excitement flicker at the thought of getting out of Sunnyhell. It was a good reason after all. Get out of town to avoid a group of people that were most likely going to hassle what was his for as long as they were still here. Yeah, it was a really good idea.

"I could ask at work for a reference. I'm sure that Barney would give me one. There's pretty much nothing else we can do, is there?"

Another shake of the blonde head and he felt a rising surge of excitement. Road trip, a very long road trip. Four year long road trip. It wasn't as if the others would even miss him that much. Buffy was too wrapped up in Captain America, slaying and college to do anything with him apart from the occasional video at Giles' place. Even then, it was usually delayed and put off most of the time due to either exams and avoiding the latest ending of the world business. As much as he loved Willow, she was also pretty into her Wicca studies and her little blonde friend.

With the two witches powers getting better by the day, Xander was hardly ever needed by the slayer to help with the patrolling noways. Buffy just preffered to get the bad guys blasted with the two witches talents and then run in and do the actual slaying if anyone was left intact after the initial blast.

Tummy rumbling, he thought of the ex-librarian. He was sure that Giles' would think that he was both crazy and irresponsible. Crazy because he was leaving for the big wide world and irresponsible for taking a non verbal vampire away from under the slayers beady eyes. Yes, her eyes were beady, especially when she was trying to think.

Big smirk on his face at that thought, he rubbed his nose in the soft hair. Excitement mounting, he shifted the vampire off his lap and stood. With eyes glowing at the very thought of finally blowing Sunnydale, he looked deep into the nervous blue orbs of the blonde man still sitting on the couch.

"Yeah, I reckon we could do it. But first I have to find another job somewhere. Shouldn't be too hard, Barney has contacts all over." exclaimed the boy as he started pacing the room.

Spike sighing a breath of relief also at the thought of getting away from the hell hole he was currently trapped in, watched as the younger male excitedly paced the room, reasoning with himself as to why he shouldn't move. This was good, this was *really* good. Maybe if they moved, it would give them both a fresh start. New friends for the boy, ones that wouldn't keep thinking him a immature youngster from high school when it was obvious he had matured. Ones that would appreciate him and not ignore him.

If that was in store for the boy, then maybe he would be not so frightened to go out by himself if he knew that his attackers were no longer near enough to harass or hurt him. Maybe he could claim a bit of independence for himself or as much as Xander would allow him once they moved.

"Sudden descion, but I'm sure we can pull it off" chatted the brunette as he plonked himself back onto the couch having finally convinced himself that he would do it. With one arm thrown around the cool shoulders, he pulled the smaller man towards him and looked once again into the bright blue. Everything stopped around him as he lost himself into the feeling that was present in the vampires eyes.

Both sitting still as they stared at each other, Xander finally broke the stillness by leaning forward and with heart beating fast, gently placed his warm lips over soft cooler ones. With a body that had tensed as the brunette moved his head towards his, Spike was at first shocked when the warm kiss met his mouth. Never in a million years did he think that the whelp was going to go all the way and display this closeness. Sure, fucking him wasn't going to be a problem but the actual intimacy of this gesture was something that he had thought he would never receive.

Leaning into the kiss, he opened his mouth slightly, letting the warm tongue gently probe its way into his coolness. The whelp was breathing heavily and he could smell the arousal stronger than it had ever been on him.

~ Well then, looks like its time to get the show on the road, so to speak. ~

Butterflies in his stomach, he pulled away from the younger man, allowing him to breath. Heavy, dark eyes looked back at him from a flushed face.

"I... I don't know why I did that, but I'm not sorry that I did. Your mine."

The combination of nervousness, excitement and lust pouring off the younger man panting beside him was a heady mixture. He was himself nervous but he was also getting excited at the thought of what he knew was definitely going to happen tonight, he was still apprehensive about the whelps size. It was going to hurt no matter how easy the brunette tried to make it. His Sire had been long but he had made sure to take it slow until Spike had gotten used to it. That had been about the only kindness Angelus had showed him when it had come to the bedroom.

He hoped that the whelp had the sense to take it slow, it was good when you got used to it. Sometimes it was *really* good as his Sire had shown him. Remembering positions and certain angles, he shuddered as a warm finger slipped into his mouth. Rolling his cool tongue around the large digit, he looked into almost black eyes as the boy licked his lips, emitting small groans of desire when Spike gave his finger the whole blowjob routine that he like to receive.

"Spike, I want you now.....I want to be in you, I want to fuck you soooo bad" he moaned as his finger left the talented mouth and a hand reached below to cup his rock hard cock. With one hand wrapped around the soft strands of hair, he pulled the object of his lust closer towards him. Licking his lips, he could feel the excitement of the other man as he too leaned closer for another kiss. This time he didn't wait for Spike to let him in, he firmly pushed his way into the waiting mouth and sucked on the tongue hard. Feeling every groove of the other's mouth, he pulled out when he remembered that he had to breath.

~ Jesus! The whelp can bloody well kiss alright, want more now ~

In an aggressive move that had Spike pinned firmly underneath the heavier man, Xander ran his tongue down the white neck, delighting in the shudders and soft moans that came as he lightly nipped at the flesh covering long dead veins.

After he had been flipped underneath the youth, the vampire closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling of a warm tongue running itself along his throat, gasping everytime he felt the blunt teeth nip at his flesh. He could feel the boys solid cock pressing into his thigh and he was pretty sure that the whelp could feel his own hard on as well. He didn't think that the boy would offer to take care of his cock, pretty much a usual thing in the adored/claimant bond.

Xander could feel the other mans hard on pressing against his stomach as he lay ontop of the smaller man. He sure as hell wasn't going to do anything about it himself, it wasn't as if he was gay or anything. Switching his mind off, he let himself arch backwards as cool nimble fingers found his nipples and proceed to both rub and tug them into hard hot peaks.

"Good, good...keep going,....oh just there" he exclaimed as the cool body wriggled underneath him so that his left nipple was being teased by a talented tongue. Anya had never done this to him before. Obviously Spike had talents left unexplored. Rubbing his hard cock against the tight stomach beneath him, he knew it was going to be soon if he didn't get up.

Once standing, he looked at the sight before him. The vampire was sprawled over the couch in such a way it made his cock harder than he thought was possible. With his boxers flung accross the room, his weeping dick was free of the tight confines of cotton. Stroking his cock gently with one hand, he gesture with the other for the blonde to get the lube.

The butterflies going berserk, the panting man reached into one of the plastic bags on the floor and pulled out the non scented, non flavoured tube of water based lube. Curious as to how this was going to go, he knew where everything was going to go, he was just unsure of what position he would be in.

"Spread yourself over the couch" directed the almost bursting male. While he waited for the vampire to make himself comfortable, he was unsure as how to go about it. He was pretty thick and he didn't really want to hurt the other man. Upon seeing the pale globe present themsleves to him, he groaned and felt his cock twitch at the sight. Flipping the lid of the lube that Spike had handed to him, he shakily squeezed a small amount onto his hand.

With the cold lube making his fingers sticky, he was sure that he had to do something to prepare the blonde for his leaping cock. Not really sure, he walked towards the arse staring at him and tried to recall some of the locker room talk he had overheard in his years of high school.

The knowledge slamming into his mind as he recalled a particularly cock hardening conversation about a girl who liked it "that way", he slowly rubbed his non lubed hand over the smooth whiteness. Taking a breath, he dipped one finger into the lube and reached down to circle around the tight ring between the perfect buttocks. The tightness he felt through the muscles as he worked one finger into the coolness made him gasp and bite his bottom lip.

"Oh god,....so tight,..I wont hurt you much, you know that. Just relax" he moaned as he slipped another finger into the clenching rosebud. Working his fingers slowly back and forth, he could feel the vampire relaxing into the fingering as the minutes ticked by. A slight shift in position from the man spread over the arm of the couch and he felt his fingers nudge against something inside. Startled at the jump of the blonde when his brushed against what he could only presume was the prostrate, he pulled both fingers out with a little wet sound.

"I'm going to start, just relax" biting his lip, he coated what was left of the lube onto his weeping cock. With a step closer to the blonde, he could feel the head of his penis brush against loosened muscles. Deep breath and he pushed firmly into the shocking coolness of the other man.

Spike gasped in shock and pain as he felt his hole being stretched by the boys thick cock. Thank god he prepared me was the thought running through the pain as the boy slowly pushed more of his throbbing organ into his tightness. With the boy standing still, he tried to relax his muscles as much as possible but the feeling of the massive thickness made tears spring to his eyes. Blinking them away, he wriggled against the younger man to signal that he was as relaxed as he was ever going to be. The realisation that the whelp was only halfway in him made his head spin as he felt himself tearing inside. As the boy pulled out so that only the tip was inside, Spike clenched his fists in the cheap cushion material.

"God! This is great, so tight" was the thought running through his mind as he couldn't help himself slam back hard into the bent over male. Hearing the soft yelp of pain, he tried to slow his hard thrusting. Unable to do it, he started to go faster and harder, the small groans and yelps speeding him on. With his balls starting to tingle, he pushed as hard as possible into the confining tightness ignoring the panting beneath him. Four hard slams later, he let out a roar as he filled the cool body with his hot cum.

Feeling the hotness shoot its way up his arse and deep into his body, Spike groaned in both agony and pleasure as he came onto the couch, staining the material due to the friction of his cock rubbing against the couch arm, the agony was due to the boy pulling his spent cock out of his spasming hole. He had known it was going to hurt but even after a year of blowjobs, he hadn't really realised just how thick the whelps cock had been. He knew that he was bleeding and would do so until his body got used to this type of action again. Being turned a virgin, he would always have trouble getting used to cocks unless it was going to be everyday. He would always go back to being as tight as the day he was turned without regular fucking. Angelus had known that and had punished him sometimes by waiting for a few weeks and then ramming into him as hard as possible, knowing that it would cause great pain.

"Shit, you're bleeding! I'm so sorry, I couldn't help it, wait there!"

Xander ran to the bathroom and grabbed a cloth from the hand rail, wetting it under the running water, he raced back to the vampire still spread out over the couch arm. He gently wiped at the blood and cum rolling from out of the blonde. Once the smaller man was cleaned up, he cleaned the blood from his own cock. With the cloth thrown in the bin, he really didn't want to use it again, they both tiredly moved back towards the bedroom.

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