Title: Suzerain’s Companion (working title)
Rating: Mature Audiences – for content and themes
Summary: Post WWIII and 250+ years on from the Black Thorn. Highly refined, purpose bred ‘Companion’ Alexander is ‘liberated’ by feral humans, consequently rescued by the Suzerain Spike’s forces, the head of which decides to ingratiate himself by presenting his Sire with a boy reminiscent of one of the former Scoobies.
Spoilers: Canon is AU - very post S5 AtS.
Warnings: M/M – if you don’t like boys together, don’t play here!
Disclaimer: Don’t own the characters nor make any money from stories etc, and bow down to their original creators Joss, et al., plus all the wonderful online writers who continue to give the Buffy/Angel verse characters life.
The Suzerain was admitted to his compound by one of the minions Angelus had turned for their size and fighting ability some hundred years earlier.
The Suzerain’s first had found four of them in a feral human fighting ring. He bought all four, turned them with just enough Aurelian blood to ensure the intelligence and fierce loyalty of the average Rottweiler in days before the fall of humankind. All four recognized their name and several simple instructions, but above all, killed *anything* threatening the household members. Averaging six foot eight with the musculature of a WWF professional and skills to match, they were indeed a valuable find.
Lars bowed low to the Suzerain and deferred to the Claimed companion, the household seemed calmer, his own Sire – the First of the Suzerain’s – was back in favour for a time and the minions had been fed well in celebration. Lars knew his place, and was occasionally even praised for his services, unlife was good.
Alexander followed his owner at heel into the Suzerain’s private suite, but this time the trip was filled with a sense of anticipation. He dutifully closed the door then stood quietly waiting for instructions, but instead Spike turned to kiss him gently then whispered, “Tonight I am yours for the taking. What would you have me do, Pet?”
“I would have you… I would have…um… can you…um… can you make love to me, please Suzerain, I would have you make love to me. Please Suzerain… I would have you in me tonight… Make love to me… please?”
Spike simply said, “I will.”
Unlike the last violent claiming, this time there were caresses, delicate touches and kisses to his mouth, along Alexander’s jawline and over his claiming mark. Spike undid Xander’s belt and slipped his top off his shoulders letting the heavy black material drop to the floor. He broke contact for a moment to strip off his own jacket and shirt, undoing his belt and button of his pants in the process. He brought their nude torsos together for another kiss as he rubbed over the Companion’s evident arousal, first gently then with a firm stroke before sliding off the elastic topped pants, unzipping his own and letting them all fall to the floor.
Spike pushed very close and whispered into the rather mesmerized human’s ear, “On the bed, pet… gonna adore you and explore you until you scream my name in ecstasy.” Alexander groaned a little and the Suzerain could feel the boy’s hardness pressing against his own erect member as he pulled away and lay down. Spike reached for the tub of lubricant and small bottle of oil on the side table.
As they had done a few times in the past, the Suzerain sat on the pretty thighs and began by massaging Alexander’s hairless torso, playing with the boy’s nipples before sliding his hands further down and stroking around the erect member almost but not quite touching it.
Alexander was beginning to squirm, trying to gain the contact he so desperately wanted. Finally the Suzerain slid down a little further and encouraged the Companion to open his legs a little. Alexander expected to have his legs massaged and indeed that was the case, but what he did not anticipate was the cool mouth engulfing his hardness and working it with expert tongue and throat until he was arching off the bed and moaning with every swallow and flick of the tongue. Spike waited until the boy was just at the cusp of climax then pulled off to the distressed cry of his lover.
“Shh Luv, just need some of this.” He took a handful of lube – far more than was really necessary, and gently lifted Xander’s legs up, “Hold your knees love… that’s it.” As one hand caressed the soft sac and stroked the now near painful hardness, a well lubed finger on the other insinuated itself into his tight hole, pausing momentarily before beginning to work its way in and out. The hand on the member was replaced by a mouth as two fingers slid in and began to stretch him further, then twisted and pressed against the soft nub inside causing Alexander to cry out and come in his Suzerain’s mouth.
Spike swallowed the salty fluid and then pushed in a third finger, still sucking the softening member until it began to twitch to life again. Releasing the now reinvigorated hardness of his Companion, the Suzerain pulled out his fingers and leaned forward to kiss his Chosen, Alexander tasting his own spendings on the invading tongue, as a large, slick hardness entered him slowly.
The human pulled away from the kiss and pushed up into the invasion, groaning in pleasure as the shaft found his prostate and slid past. Both stilled for a moment, before Spike began to move ever so slowly and gently, sliding in and out watching his dear Companion’s face for any sign of distress, but dark chocolate eyes had shifted to black with the passion of the moment and stared lovingly into Spike’s own deep ocean blue.
“Please Suzerain… Please! Spike… Ohhhhhh.” Another pass of his prostate and the human pushed up from the bed so hard that it prevented Spike from withdrawing at all. “I love you Suzerain… Please… Harder Suzerain… please!! *Now*. Harder!”
Spike complied, driving into his willing Claimed, taking his mouth and caressing his manhood with a speed that matched his own thrusts.
They moved as one until Alexander felt the erratic pace, heard the unneeded breaths and then the bite – this time not his claiming mark but another, deeper bite not able to be concealed by a collar –it would be a public statement once healed. Just the mere thought brought Alexander to completion and the Suzerain followed him.
The two lay sated for a few minutes. Both content to rest in the sticky aftermath of their coupling for a time, but eventually there was a shower. The Companion all but relaxed into sleep as he was sponged down then towelled dry by his claimer. The compliant Alexander was led back to the bed, where he was graced with loving touches and passionate kisses before being bitten then drained to the shy side of oblivion, followed by a full feeding of the Suzerain’s blood. As the Companion slowly regained consciousness courtesy of Spike’s blood, the awakening was to the softest of caresses and the feeling of being entwined with… his everything. The Suzerain was in him, blood and seed, and he had been, and was still, *loved*, the connection was absolute and he truly was the Claimed of the Suzerain.
Alexander had struggled to comprehend the many changing demands of the Suzerain since his arrival but now was sure of his place at a visceral level. He felt… complete, and sent a prayer to any who would listen to a mere human, that this might endure until he was no more. Then he joined Spike in slumber.