Warnings: D/s, Blood Play, Rimming, Bondage, Food Play, CBT
Summary: Everyone has wants and desires, Xander and Spike enjoy each others, while trying to keep the ones they love safe.
Previous parts: Need & Want
Giles looked over the myriad of eyes all locked onto his. The terrified blue ones of a vampire he'd spent a long time hating, then grudgingly tolerating, but never liking or trusting were the most surprising.
"Is there any way to stop it Watcher? I got plenty of enemies, I don't want them getting the best of me to hurt 'im. Tell me we can stop it, please." Giles wasn't the only one in the room who locked eyes on Spike then. Buffy was staring at him like she'd never seen the bleached vampire before.
Before Giles could answer him, however, Xander spoke up. "There won't be any undoing, Spike. You're not getting rid of me, and I'm not getting rid of you. If you get dusted then the bond just saves me a little effort, cause if you think I'm going on when my other half is a pile of dust, you're sorely mistaken."
"Er, yes, well that being said, I've never heard of a bond like that being broken by anything short of death, and the danger goes both ways. Xander should be harder to kill, and not age, but if he is killed, you would most likely be dust shortly thereafter."
Now Xander looked worried, but could hardly say anything, considering his previous statement. Instead he turned and wrapped his arms around Spike. "I guess we're just gonna have to be careful now, won't we?" He said before kissing the worry lines on Spike's forehead.
Buffy moved towards Spike and Xander turned to warn her off, but saw the look of stunned wonder on her face. She reached one hand out to touch Spike's arm, almost as testing to see if he was real. "You're really in love with him, aren't you?"
Spike and Xander both fought down the urge to make a snarky comment. "Yeah, Slayer, I am."
With that she turned and wrapped her arms around Xander, hugging him tight. "I'm sorry I didn't get it. I'm not much good with surprises and I don't trust Spike to not try and hurt us. I do trust him to love, though. I've felt it, even if it was a spell, and I saw how much he loved Dru. I'm happy for you." She said with a smile, then hauled off and punched him in the gut, at about one quarter strength, causing a commotion, and had a very pissed off vampire ready to attack her. "That's for making me the last person to know, you big dope." She said sweetly as Xander held Spike back and smirked at her.
"You're not entirely the last person to know, Buff. We haven't told your mom and Dawn yet."
Buffy's smile turned predatory. "You haven't? This should be fun. I haven't been able to sit back and watch a pair of grown men brought to their knees by two itty bitty women in a long time."
Spike and Xander shared an uneasy glance.
"This is going to be bad, isn't it?" Xander asked his mate.
"Very, luv. If I don't make it through, I just want you to know I love you."
"I love you too, Spike. We can do this, so no talking death and dismemberment. We'll just march in there and face it together." Xander grabbed a hold of Spike's arm and pulled the vampire close. "We'll be ok, I promise."
"Together, no matter what." Spike said softly, stepping closer to his consort.
Both took a calming breath before stepping into the danger zone.
"You did WHAT?"
"Now, Bit, it's not like I knew this was coming or anything, and Xander, well he was trying to keep it a surprise an' all. It kinda just sorta happened, ya know?"
"You guys are WHAT?"
"Really, Dawnie, we were trying to let everyone know and we were worried about how to tell Buffy and it just wouldn't be fair to tell you two and not her, and it wasn't planned I swear, I mean yeah I've been in love with him for a long time, but I didn't know how to make sure he loved me and..."
"You didn't INVITE ME?"
"Well you see nobody was there, its kind of not the same sort of ceremony as a wedding, although it means the same to demons. It's done in private and all, but we were kinda, sorta hoping you'd help us plan a reception and housewarming party." Xander said as fast as possible.
"Bloody brilliant idea, Pet." Spike said quietly, while Dawn bounced.
With two Summers women down, the pair looked upon the matriarch and their favorite mother figure.
She was drifting between a stern look for each of them, and an indulgent look for Dawn. "I will not be dealing with a hyper daughter because of this, you two WILL be responsible for returning her to me with the same level of bounce as when you take her for party planning." She said, giving them each the 'Or else' look, before breaking into a lovely smile. "I'm glad you two finally worked everything out."
The two shared a brief 'huh' look before turning to face her. "Finally?" Xander asked.
"I've watched you two dance around each other, complain about each other, and basically do everything except pull each others hair and drop mud down each others backs for over a year now. It was obvious to anyone who looked that you liked each other."
Both Xander and a freshly fed Spike blushed at her words.
A few days later, Xander was working on the company's latest project. He threw down the last in a long line of useless books with a groan.
"Luv, that book is several hundreds of years old." Spike said with a grimace. "What's the matter?"
Xander pulled him close and buried his face in Spike's chest. "We got this new contract at work. They want us to renovate one of the old factories down by the docks for a group of Gligh'Taphlur. Unfortunately they won't offer up specifications for the renovation. Apparently there's a prophesy or other about their new home. 'One will see to our needs on the mouth of Hell in the Vally of the Sun.' I can't find anything more than a footnote about them in any of Giles' books. No one at work has even seen what they look like, cause they contracted us through another firm. And I'm the one in charge of making sure the designs are Gligh'Taphlur friendly."
"Taphlur's are weird little buggers to plan for, I'll give you that. Dru an' me ran into a clan of them in '61 or so. 'Parently they're migratory little things. During one part of they're life cycle they need dry heat, another cold, so on and so forth. I don't know all the details, but the ones I talked to said something about them being originally from the Vagaries of De'Nosht. And let me tell you... from what I've heard, that place is like putting Antarctica, the Mojave, the alps, and Hawaii right next to each other. Lotsa different environments all within a hundred miles or so."
"How the hell does that work?" Xander asked before sliding his hand down to stroke Spike.
"Demon dimension, luv, who the hell knows." Spike pulled him to his feet and into the bedroom. "Worry about work later. I got something I need you to see to."
With a grin Xander slipped off Spike's shirt, then pushed his hands up into a pair of dangling cuffs. He dropped down to his knees and then began unbuttoning then unzipping Spike's fly slowly; nibbling and kissing each bit of skin that became accessible. about halfway down, the zipper became stuck. After a moment of frustration, Xander stood up and grabbed a pair of scissors. He slowly sliced down either side of the pants and then pulled them out of the way before darting forward to suck on the head of Spike's cock.
"Th-that's what I love about you, pet, you're so bloody adaptable." Spike said while gasping for air he didn't need.
Xander pulled back, tilted his head and looked at Spike silently for a moment. Then he stood up and reached into the toy drawer before darting back to stand in front of his lover.
"This is for inspiring me, Spike." He said before swallowing Spike's cock whole.
Spike bucked and clung to the handcuffs as his knees went weak.
Just as quickly Xander pulled back and slipped a cock ring on Spike's rock hard erection. Precum dripped obscenely. Xander waited a moment until Spike had regained a few of his senses before he delicately licked across the head of the dripping cock, then stood up and kissed Spike hard.
Spike darted his tongue out, tasting himself on Xander, giving himself over to the kiss. All too quickly, Xander pulled away, and when Spike opened his mouth to protest he found it filled with a long thick cock gag, which was quickly buckled into place. Just as quickly nipple clamps were put in place and Spike was incredibly turned on.
That would explain the gagged, but still very loud squawk of indignation when Xander smirked, stroked his hard cock and then moved to leave the room. Just as quickly, Xander darted back, nibbled his way up to Spike's ear and began to whisper. "What can I say... you inspired me. I'm going to go get some work done, and you're going to hang around in here, and think about all the things I'm going to do to reward you for inspiring me."
With that he nipped at Spike's ear and then breezed out of the room, shutting the light out and the door.