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Prior Claim - Spike/Xander - Chapter 8

Title: Prior Claim
Chapter: 8/14
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Rating: NC17
Concrit: in comments please - you flame, I delete!
Disclaimer: Of course they belong to me in a straight-jacket wrapped round me permanently kinda way. In other words, they ain't mine!
Warnings/Squicks: None in this chapter
Summary: From a Plot Bunny left by qwerty_lee BTVSAU : In which Xander's demon-magnetness attracts another Master Vampire, and Spike is forced to go claim him, since he's the only one with the “right” to do so.
Previous chapters: Links given below
Notes: None
Beta(s): Unbeta'd but proofread
Graphics: (size, and artist) : no graphics

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7

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His skin felt too tight, over-heated, sensitive. The raspy tongue over his nipples made his hips jerk in reaction, breath sawing through his lungs as he struggled to breathe. Long, sensitive fingers tracing his ribs, moving round to his back, down to where the curve of his ass began. He could do nothing but hold on, hands gripping strong shoulders, fingers digging in deep as one finger dipped into the cleft of his ass and followed the path to his tight pucker. Over, around, over, around – a slight press, then over, around, over, around. Moaning, hand moving up to grip the head-rail as he buried his face in the pillow. Too much – he couldn't process it all, everything he had been through over the past few days and now this incredible passion - it was too much.

“Spike – please....” Hovering sensation, heightened awareness of a presence, then a cry as his cock was enveloped in smooth, cool wetness to the root. Hips jerking, thrusting forwards, other hand reaching down to caress the fuzzy head, hold it close. Spike hummed, pressing his tongue against the heavy vein pulsing the length of Xander's cock. “Too close – Spike, gonna come...” More humming, suckling at the tip, strong, fast rhythm back and forth until he was wailing, grinding his face into the pillow, desperate hips stuttering back and forth until it broke – HE broke. “ARGH!” Too much, too fast, almost painful, eyes rolling back in his head as consciousness left him.

Rolling over on his back, licking his lips as he savoured Xander's taste, he groaned as he realised they had no lube. Spitting into his hand, he took his cock in a tight grip, stripping it efficiently, looking at the beauty of the tanned body breathing peacefully next to him. So beautiful, so strong and all his. The man was incredibly responsive and sensitive, kissed like a fuckin' demon – sloppy lips, strong tongue, possessive hands holding Spike in place. He had felt wanted – needed as he was pulled close before being toppled over so that Xander was on top of him.

He had looked down at Spike, hazel eye dilated, damp hair hanging over his forehead and framing his gorgeous face, wide mouth deeply red and puffy from kissing.

“We'll take it slow, alright Pet?” His voice had gone rumbly, coming from deep in his chest as Xander let his weight drop onto the smaller man, groaning into the kiss as he felt the hard length pressing into his hip. Tight grip, legs wrapping around his waist so that they were grinding together until he rolled them over onto their sides and took back control.

Xander sighed, moving closer to Spike as he slept, and it was enough. Tugging at his flesh, hand squeezing his balls, Spike released, his cum shooting over onto Xander's hip and stomach. Panting for breath, he rolled towards the man, and mindful of where they were, and wanting to mark his territory, he massaged the evidence of his passion into the younger man's skin. Smooth, tanned skin over strong muscles, the curve of his hip bone fitting naturally into Spike's hand. Fuck, he needed to get Angel to bring some stuff because there was no way he wasn't going to want to take the man – claiming ceremony or no.

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Xander woke up curled around Spike. He was spooned against the smaller man's back, his face buried in his nape and he became conscious of his erection nudging against Spike's ass. Yawning, he tried to figure out how he was feeling. His freak-out in the bathroom had gone some way to actually making him feel better. Spike hadn't lied or tried to cover anything up – he'd been straight up with Xander about the entire situation. And he had been been so sweet when they made love, not pushing Xander further than he was ready to go. He knew it was a stay of execution – the ceremony had to go ahead to stabilise the situation. But he was feeling a lot better about it than he had been before. Spike cared about him, and that made all the difference. Shifting infinitesimally closer, wrapping his arm around Spike's waist so he could stroke his chest. Strange that even asleep Spike didn't seem dead, there was just something so incredibly alive about him even now. He pressed a kiss against the nape of his neck, nuzzling his face into the short hair there, wrinkling his nose as it tickled.

“Hmmmm” Spike murmured, stirring and pressing back against Xander. His arm came backwards to caress Xander's neck, and he twisted his head around so that they could kiss. Shuffling around, he pulled Xander into his arms, pressing his body against his from chest to groin, legs entangling. Pulling back so he could grab a quick breath, he looked into Spike's eyes.

“Hello”.

Spike smiled sleepily, humming under his breath happily. God, he could wake up like this for the rest of his unlife – he was warm, tucked up against the living heater that was Xander, snug in his arms. And Xander was a big cuddler – wherever Spike was in the bed, he seemed to follow, glomming onto the vampire and treating him like a man-sized teddy bear.

“Hey Pet. How did you sleep?” Xander blushed, ducking his head a little. He was a bit embarrassed that he had basically come and passed out, not even stayed awake to make sure Spike was satisfied too.

“Good, really good. Hate to spoil the mood but I gotta go pee”. Nodding, Spike released him from his embrace, smiling as he watched the man walk to the bathroom, firm buttocks bunching and releasing as he walked away. Once Xander had shut the door, Spike jumped out of the bed, striding over to the door of the bedroom and flinging it open.

“OI!” A scurrying sound, then the announcer appeared just down the corridor.

“Master Spike, what can I do for you?”

“Well, first off you can tell me your name – can't keep calling you oi can I?” Scratching his chest, he did the buttons up on his jeans.

“Carson, sir”.

“Right, then Carson. You got any daywalkers around? I need some food for the Consort and a couple of other bits and pieces”.

“Certainly sir. If you would like to make a list, I will ensure you have everything you need. Master Angelus called and said to let you know he would be here within the hour, as soon as it's safe to travel”.

“Ok, get me a piece of paper and a pen and I'll do this list. Carson?”

“Yes Master William?”

“I want a run-down of the main members of the court – the minions, fledges and potential masters. I want to know who should be at the claiming ceremony, and I want to know by the time you bring the stuff I've asked for. Got it?!”

“Yes Master William”. Diving off down the corridor, Carson rushed to get his new master the paper and pen he had asked for. He was anxious to make himself useful in the new court as William and Angelus had the reputation needed to make it one of the great Vampire Courts, and he was determined to be there every step of the way.

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Slamming the lid closed on the cooler Angel wiped his hands over his face. Buffy, Giles and Willow were all staring at him angrily, obviously not happy with how things were going. How could he explain to them any better what had to happen? He had been as blunt as he could be, although obviously he had left out a few pertinent facts – there was no way he was having a conversation regarding Xander being officially welcomed into the Aurelius Clan with Buffy when she was already breathing fire about not being involved in the Challenge.

“Look, there really isn't anything left to discuss. You can't wipe this court out – whether you like it or not, if Spike manages to set up an effective court you will almost instantly cease to have any problems with the vampire population in this area. That leaves you free to handle the really dangerous demons – surely that can only be a good thing?”

“NOT if it means we have to sacrifice Xander to do so. I have done some more research on the claiming ceremony and I am most concerned. I insist that we are given the opportunity to talk to Xander before he goes through with this”. Giles was absolutely furious, a Ripper-esque glint in his eye.

“Spike has spoken to Xander, explained to him what the claiming ceremony consists of. Do you really think it will help him to have you there? And there is no choice – if Spike doesn't do this, you might as well draw a bullseye on Xander's because every half-wit Master will want to lay claim to him”. Angel sighed in frustration – this conversation was going nowhere, exactly where it had gone over the very long hours since he had returned to the Watcher's house after the challenge.

“If you're saying that we can't see Xander now, when can we see him?!” Willow was at least trying to be reasonable, and Angel was relieved, concentrating on her in order to avoid Buffy's obvious disapproval.

“I would expect that Spike will want to initiate the Claiming Ceremony this evening. I will be speaking to Carson – he seems to be the organiser in the court – for details about how the court is currently running. And there is – well, Xander will need to be officially recognised by the Aurelius Clan. So probably in five days or so?”

“What is this Aurelius Clan recognition you keep going on about? Angel, you wouldn't talk about it last night and now you're only mentioning it as you're rushing out the door. What aren't you telling us?” Nervously spinning a stake in her fingers, Buffy unconsciously barred his exit.

“Err, I believe I can answer that”. They all turned to Giles, who was vigorously cleaning his glasses, avoiding their gazes.

“Giles - “ Angel began warningly.

“I think it would be best if we can allow Angel to get those supplies to Spike and Xander – Spike needs to be on top form if he's all that stands between Xander and a houseful of vampires. And I know there are – well, things in there that will make the ceremony go much smoother”. Angel gave an inner smirk at the blush that lined the Watcher's cheeks. His request for lubricant to take with him on his return to the Vampire Court had had an interesting effect on the Watcher, and not for the first time he wondered whether Giles had ever considered letting Xander know of his feelings.

“What about this ceremony?” Buffy insisted, knowing Giles well enough to tell that he was avoiding something.

“I'll be in touch” Angel said, sweeping around Buffy and heading out the door. If Giles wanted to save him the grief of explaining things he wasn't going to complain. And knowing that he was going to have to stay at the Vampire Court for at least the next two nights meant that maybe Buffy would have calmed down before he saw her again. He hoped.

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Chapter 9
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