sh33pie (50ftqueenie) wrote in bloodclaim,
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Need 8

Need 8

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: D/s, Bloodplay, Rimming, Bondage

Pairing: Spike/Xander

Summary: Xander has always known what Spike needs, now he's going to make sure he gets it.

Previous parts: Previously

Spike listened to Xander's half of the conversation.

"Hey, Cordy."

"Yeah, it's me. You don't call, you don't write. Don't you love me anymore?"

"Yeah, that's why I'm calling. Angel figured someone should let you guys know it was a false alarm, and he's busy bonding with Spike while they play 'Who's got the bigger pair'."

"Hey you wanna check out Deadboy's package more power to you, but Spike's is officially off the market."

"Me."

"Yes really. I came flying out of that closet I been hiding in since you ruined me for any other woman."

"Willow and Tara know, but I figured I'd wait to tell Buffy till... well ever, but at least till she isn't constantly threatening to stake my husband."

"Yeah, I did. We did this vamp bonding thingie. It means the same as marriage to the demon community, even if it isn't exactly recognized by the state of California."

"Trust me, Cordy, you would not have wanted an invite to the ceremony."

"Well it's done while nude for one thing."

"Cordelia Chase! No we won't renew our vows so you can watch. I am shocked at you, shocked I say. Now if Willow and Tara wanna take some naked vows..."

"I'm bi, Cordy, not dead."

"Anyway, your mousse fixated boss has decided to stick around for a couple days to make sure Spike isn't going to eat me or something."

"You know perfectly well what I meant. Get your mind outta the gutter."

"I'll have him give you guys a call after him and the bleached one stop grunting at each other."

"Sure thing, Cordelia. Talk to you later."

Spike heard the phone hung up and settled in on one side of the doorway. When Xander walked into the guest room, Spike pounced. After a nice long kiss, he pulled back and looked at his consort.

"You know, I don't think this is exactly the right order, but I just finished wrapping up that prezzie you got me, luv."

"Well don't get too excited, Spike. We're not really gonna do too much to the sanctimonious prick. You and me are gonna get his generous donation to your dowry, and then maybe see if reason can penetrate the gel to get into his brain." Xander said before slipping out of Spike's arms and going for supplies.

Spike followed him down the hallway. "Dowry, luv?"

"Nothing more than he owes you, Spike. You run yourself ragged fighting to protect the woman he claims to love, and helping keep people safe and the world still spinning. For your troubles you get the shit kicked out of you regularly, and more often than not the damage comes from his ex. You cannot tell me her deep seated desire to kick your ass doesn't have more than a little bit to do with Deadboy in there."

"Hey now, I held me own against the slayer many a time without the poof getting involved, why can't she just be pissed with me?" Spike asked a little insulted.

"Don't get me wrong Spike, as vampires go you came closer than Angelus ever did to beating her. Hell if it weren't for Joyce, you'd have had her the first time you faced her. First time Angelus really went against her, the only thing that kept his sorry ass unstaked, or rocketed for that matter, was that she loved him. That's what I mean, not physical, but emotional. She sees you as a piece of him she can punish for all his sins, and he fucking knows it. He may not like it or he may just not fucking care, but he knows you take shit because of who made you and what you represent to her, and he doesn't do a fucking thing about it. Now he will."

"What do you mean, pet? You know her majesty won't lay off me, even if he asks. She'll deny it and then they'll have a nice wank while telling each other how evil I am."

"Oh, he won't do any good when it comes to Buffy. Giles either when it comes to that, cause despite working with him, he hasn't really trusted the broodmeister since Jenny. Hell, maybe since he found out about him sleeping with Buffy. No, I don't expect a character witness. He's just going to help you feel better faster when you get hurt."

"I hate to break it to you, luv, but the poof was never one for kissin' the boo-boo's better. Now if you wanna do the kissing, I can point out a few ouchies." He said, leering at Xander.

"Oh I am so gonna help you out with those here in a few minutes, but first things first. Angel is gonna help by 'donating' a bit of sire's blood. Not enough to kill him, at least in one setting. And if I only let him have a cup of pigs blood to help him heal, well that's just gravy now isn't it." Xander said with a sadistic little smirk that looked almost foreign on his face.

"Xan, there's a little problem with that plan, not that I'm not all for teaching Angel a lesson, mind you, but vampire blood loses potency pretty quick, especially the stuff that makes it worth while for healing. And as much as I like seeing my bastard of a sire hanging from a set of manacles, I really don't feel much like keeping him around to feed off of every time I really need a pick-me-up."

"And therein lies the beauty of having an account at the SBB." Xander said with a smirk. "All I need to do is call to arrange a collector, and they'll rush right out to pick up whatever we can squeeze out of him."

"Wait, when we were in that office, you made some kind of storage arrangements, didn't you? I was so stunned by the whole human blood home delivery part of the plan that I let that bit slide. What's the deal? You know freezing it won't help like it does for human blood, right pet?"

"Sure thing, Spike. The thing is, they don't bother trying to keep the blood from going over in it's time." Xander said with a smirk. "I mean once the blood is too old, the magic just goes. So they keep it from getting old."

"How the bloody hell do they do that?" Spike asked curious.

"It's some sort of weird temporal magic. They store the blood in some sort of stasis pocket. It never gets any older unless they pull it out, and they only pull it out when we call em up with an emergency."

"Well that's just neat, that is. So how'd you know about this stuff, and I don't? And did you plan this all out?"

"Gary told me about it when he suggested the place, and define this." Xander replied.

"This," Spike said exasperated. "This thing being wherein we kidnap and drain me bleedin' sire, pet. That this."

"Honestly I saw it more as guilting him into it, but then I got angry and I just went with it."

"As long as it's not with me, you can get angry like that any time you want, luv, cause you tagging the poof on my account... One of the hottest things I've ever seen.''

"So what's the going rate for knocking someone unconscious for the man you love? You know... in sexual favors." Xander leered at Spike, stopping only while he reached up to pulled a plastic container out of one cupboard. He eyed the container then looked at Spike speculatively. "Do you think this is gonna be big enough or are we gonna have to move him to the bathroom?"

"What's that, Xan?" Spike asked confused at the shift from sex to Tupperware.

"Well I was gonna just slice open his wrist and let a bit drain, but now I'm worried there'll be like arterial spray, but then you guys don't have heartbeats, so how does blood flow work for a vampire? Gravity? Magic? The only reason I ask, is that's a really nice carpet in there, and I'd rather not have to scrub Angel bits out of it." Xander babbled, all while digging out more containers and comparing their openings.

Spike watched him for a moment, completely flummoxed, then he started eying the plastic-ware too. "We got any of those storage bags maybe? Put one of those contraptions up over his wrist, then reach in and slice. Could even tape it on if you got some of that sticky stuff you like so much." He suggested.

"Sticky stuff?" Xander asked with another leer.

"Ducky tape, I think you lot call it." He said back, while contemplating the bondage possibilities there of.

"Oh, duct tape, right... I think I have a roll in my tool kit, but can't we just hold it up, then switch over to the plastic containers after he stops spurting, I don't wanna leave him bleeding like that."

"Vampire, don't forget, luv. He'll heal right up after a bit."

"Well that'll give us some time then." Xander said.

"Time?" Spike questioned, not sure he quite trusted the glint now in Xander's eyes.

"Oh... just time to test the chains in the bathtub." Xander said before digging the duct tape out of his tool kit and walking towards the bedroom with the heavy duty freezer bags.

After several long minutes, Spike followed him with a hungry look in his eyes.

-----

"I can't believe I let you talk me into this. It's bloody well cold in here." Spike whined.

"Look Bloodbreath, you either shut the hell up, or I go looking for a nice thick gag. What's it gonna be?" Xander said coldly.

"But Passions is on, come on, Watcher won't mind if you let me out to see it. He watches it with me all the time. I'll be good... well not good exactly, but it's not like I can bite you now is it?" He pleaded, loudly. "Not that I would bite the likes of you." He added under his breath.

"You wouldn't bite me, Spike? You'd let all this warm sweet blood go to waste? Just so you could watch Passions?" As he spoke Xander leaned in closer and closer, taunting the chained up vampire with his stretched out neck. "So what else would you do for me if I let you watch your show?"

"Why don't you come here, and I'll show you just what I can do." Spike purred at him.

"Do you really think I'm that stupid Spike? I come over there, and you just grab me. Nu-uh, you just tell me what you'd do from there, while I'm all the way over here." Xander began stroking his cock over his jeans lightly, without being too obvious about it. "What do you really want to do to me, Spike?"

The vampire watched his hand, mesmerized for nearly twenty seconds, forgetting his part completely until Xander suddenly looked down at him with a glare. "Right, right, if you'd come over here, I couldn't do much now could I, being in these chains and all. Course my mouth is at just the right level to..." He slid his tongue along his bottom lip slowly, contemplating the possibilities.

Xander looked interested, then pulled himself back. "You think I'd let you near me with that mouth? Do I look crazy, Spike?"

"Well there is the issue of your wardrobe... Er, I mean, no not at all, Xander, but it's not like I can bite you now, is it?" He tried for an innocent look, failing completely.

"Hrm, you can't bite me can you. I could do just about anything I want couldn't I, Spike? And who'd believe you if you told? No one who mattered. Open your mouth, now." He barked moving to stand in front of Spike. His whole body language shifting from goofy Scooby to predator as he stalked forward and reached down to grip Spike's hair. "Make me regret this for any reason, Spike, and I make you wish that chip was going off." Spike opened his mouth to promise or protest, Xander didn't know which, nor did he care. He slammed into Spike's mouth and with his hand still in Spike's hair, began face fucking him roughly.

After a minute or two, the rough thrusts slowed and the hand in the hair began to pet instead of grip. Spike was able to start working his tongue around the hot shaft in his mouth. After another couple minutes, the cock was pulled out and suddenly Xander was squatting down face to face, and kissing him nice and slow. He broke the kiss and pulled back a little, looking
Spike in the eye. "Is this ok, love?"

"Hell, yes. You stop now, Xander, and I kick your arse." Spike grinned at him, so he knew everything was ok.

Xander kissed him again quickly then pulled back and stood up, a sneer back on his face. "That wasn't too bad, Spike. Good to know you have a talent besides professional asshole. Course there's something to be said for an asshole, now isn't there?" He sat on the side of the tub and ran his hand down Spike's body, stopping to pinch a nipple and then to squeeze the hard cock trapped behind Spike's super tight jeans. He unbuttoned and unzipped Spike carefully, pulling his hard cock out and stroking it roughly.

He released the hard dripping cock and stood up. He reached down and pulled Spike roughly to his feet then helped him out of the tub, then shoved his jeans down below his knees. That done he forced the vampire back down to his knees and leaned him over the tub, his chains clanking and clattering against the tiles as he went.

Leaving him vulnerable and completely helpless, Xander moved to pick something up off the counter. After a moment, Spike could feel his warm fingers and cold slickness as he began to work two fingers into his ass slowly. Once they were inside him, Xander began scissoring them apart rough and fast, stretching Spike quickly, but thoroughly. After a minute or two he pulled out, re-slicked his hand, and pushed three fingers in. Suddenly his other hand, cool with slick, wrapped around Spike's cock and he began stroking while he pulled out his other hand and worked it back in with four fingers now. When he sensed Spike was on the edge, he stopped everything, pulling his hand out, and letting go of his cock.

Spike knelt gasping, as he tried to ease back from the edge. Suddenly hands were on him, holding him tightly as Xander slid in behind him and kissed the back of his neck. With no other warning, Xander plunged into him rough and hard, until his balls slapped up against Spike's. They stayed like that, both struggling to control their breath, for several long moments. Finally, Xander planted his feet and began a long slow rhythm; out, in, roll of the hips. Lather, rinse, repeat. He slowly sped up, until they were both breathing hard and loud, gasps and moans and the sound of skin smacking against skin. As he got closer and closer to the edge, he reached around and started stroking Spike. Stripping his cock hard and fast in counterpoint to his own thrusts.

Spike felt like his brains were getting ready to explode out through his cock. He felt like his body was expanding and contracting with each plunge and stroke Xander made to his body. And he felt fan-fucking-tastic. He wanted desperately to tell his consort just how wonderful he was making Spike feel, but he couldn't quite get enough blood to his brain to make his mouth work, instead he just rode out the hot rough ride, and breathed.

Xander was so close, so close, so fucking close. The hand he wasn't using to stroke Spike was gripping his hip tight enough to bruise the vampire, and he was slamming against him hard and fast. He felt like something huge was building up inside. Every movement, every breath made the thing get bigger and bigger, and he knew, just fucking knew, the moment he came this thing was going to shoot out of him, and leave behind a giant pile of Xander goo. When he heard Spike breathing under him, he realized, he could live with that, and suddenly he was cumming and cumming and Spike was cumming and GAH, just GAH!

Spike lay under his lover, wondering how his unlife could possibly get better when Xander leaned down and whispered breathlessly in his ear. "Next time, I'll be the one chained up in the tub."

Oh.

-----

Angel woke up with a hell of a headache. He was sitting in something cold and hard, and he felt weak, and the smell of sex was everywhere and he couldn't get away from it, or get warm, or it seems get loose.

He peered down at the chains holding him down, trying to remember how the hell he got into this situation. It all came back to him, when he heard the voice behind him.

"Here ya go, Deadboy, one cup of liquid porky, slightly warm. Would sir like a bendy bendy straw with his blood?"
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