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William & Tar-Xan of the Jungle! - Part 7

Story : William & Tar-Xan of the Jungle!
Pairing : William/Xander
Rating : Definitely NC17
Part: 7/?
Summary: WarpedMindedYaoi asked for this: AU: A Tarzan/Jungle Book type story. Xander lives in the Jungle and William is an explorer.
Disclaimer: Mine unless you speak to Joss who seems to think he has some sort of prior claim!
Feedback: My first plot bunny – here's hoping it sticks around and plays nice with my Porn!Muse – petting of said bunny can only be of help!

A/N : Big thanks to whichclothes for the clever title!

Again warning, the boys finally let my Porn!Muse play with them – you have been warned!

William & Tar-Xan of the Jungle! – Part 7



So swollen, so needy, Xander wonders momentarily whether he will even get into William before he comes. He has never felt like this with the village girls – in fact, has not had much experience at all, but enough to know that this is something new, something different.

He grasps William's knees and drapes them over his arms, lifting his body so that his buttocks are slightly in the air and Xander has a clear view of the reddened pucker he has been paying such loving attention to. Nudging the head of his erection into the hole, he hisses at the tightness. Pushing, pushing slowly, the head pops through and he cannot hold back a grunt as he is surrounded by pulsing, clinging walls. For a moment he freezes, determined not to come gritting his teeth in order to hold back on the desire to ram himself forward, just drive into that welcoming flesh and come come come!!!!

Under control again, Xander shifts his knees to a better position, then drives himself into William's welcoming depths with one, long, smooth push. The long moan that accompanies that push comes from both of them, the feel of his balls resting against those upturned buttocks causing him to pant. The feeling of being inside his Englishman was indescribable – to be so connected, to be part of his William was enough to make him want to blow his load. To feel so much for this man after such a short space of time should have been scary but Xander felt at peace. It felt good, it felt right. But these thoughts had to stop – now, now was the time to claim his man – mark him, make him understand that he belonged to Xander now.

Pulling back slightly, he moved in and out in little digs, searching for and finding his place. And he knew he had found his place when William screamed 'oh God' – there, that was the special place. Content, and finally ready, Xander began to move.

Deliberately pulling all the way out until just the head of his cock remained inside, he set himself and began to thrust. Tunnelling in and out, shoving himself as deeply as possible, each time hitting that spot so that William was thrashing beneath him – begging, crying, writhing. So tight, so scalding hot, Xander loses himself in the rhythm. In. Out. Fast. Slow. Sharp twists of his hips to catch William off-guard and cause that yipping sound; leaning forward to put all of his weight into his thrusts so that it feels as though he is driving William up the matting, fucking him through the floor. So hard, so long, he wants to stay where he is forever. He wants to be here – deep within this man - until the end of time because William is everything, William is home.

At this thought, Xander realised he can hold back no more. He needs this release, and the come practically boils out of him, shooting into William in great gouts, each thrust pushing him deeper and deeper. Eyes glazing, he looks down at his lover – at William's flushed face, eyes squeezed shut, mouth open to let out the cries and moans. William has his hands pushing against the wall of the hut where Xander's thrusts have pushed them both almost completely off the matting. Allowing his eyes to trail down the sculptured body, the jumping stomach muscles, the reawakened cock jerking in need, and further to William's upturned ass he can see his come leaking out around the seal of his cock – and it was too much!! Howling, Xander freezes in place, juddering and shaking as the last of his release finds it's home!

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Xander comes to wrapped in William's arms, his head resting against William's chest. William's hand is carding through his hair, and he can hear him crooning nonsense words above him.

“Will-e-um – I hurt?”

“No Xander, you didn't hurt me”. He can feel William's heart thudding against his ear, the rhythmic beat lulling him almost as much as the crooned words. He wants to explain, wants to tell William how much he means to him but he can barely keep his eyes open. Accepting that he can not fight this need for sleep, Xander pulls William closer to him so that he is lying half on top of the man, and finally allows his eyes to close. William is his home – he will not leave Xander, Xander will not let him.

William is aware that Xander has drifted off to sleep but he continues to run his fingers through the heavy strands of hair. Closing his eyes, he tries to hold back tears. He feels branded, marked in some way – that he has finally found the missing part of himself. The 'something' inside him that didn't want to settle down with Buffy, that refused to go into the family business of accountancy, or any of the other gentlemanly professions his father had thrust in his direction. The thing inside that had pushed him into applying for this position with Rupert Giles in spite of his family's opposition. He has found his true home with this strange Wild Man, but it is too late. Curling around his lover, stroking the smooth skin of his neck and shoulders whilst continuing to play with his hair, William feels completely and utterly trapped. Because he knows as soon as he returns to camp, they were leaving and there is nothing he can do about it.

Part 8
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