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Prior Claim - Spike/Xander - Chapter 14/Epilogue

Title: Prior Claim
Chapter: 14/14
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: S/A/X alluded to but you can uncover your eyes now - they got dressed!
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, Chapter 8,
Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12,
Chapter 13

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"You wanna know what I see? I see that if a certain vampire doesn't get his sexy ass out of the shower now, he won't deal with that Sn'rgal infestation in time to clean off any slime he gets hit with before we're due over at the House, which means he certainly won't be getting any hot consort sex!" Moaning and laughing, Spike reluctantly stopped groping Xander's shower slick body and stepped out of the cubicle.

"Fine, Pet, if you want to send your vamp off to his possible death without a decent shag, I'll just be grabbing a few minions and going out to risk my life for Queen and Country 'eh". He smirked at the raspberry Xander blew at him from under the water, and grabbed one of the huge fluffy towels to dry himself off. Unlife was good - unlife was better than good.

The Magnificent Pouf and Buffy had finally reconciled after six months of the pair of them brooding and complaining and generally putting a real dampener on his honeymoon with his Claimed. Angel had tried pulling the 'I didn't want to but I had to do it' card but that hadn't worked out too well for him, especially since there were times when it became blatantly obvious that if a replay was offered Angel would be in there like a shot. NOT that there was a chance of a replay - Xander belonged to Spike and Spike only. Giles had tried to explain to Buffy that it was a demonic side-effect, that Angel's demon saw Xander as part of his family, and therefore his property to do with as he wished. That set them back a good few weeks, with Angel doubly pissed at Giles and asking him to please stop helping.

Typically it was Xander who helped sort things out. A vision sent Spike and Angel out into what turned out to be an ambush, and only a second vision made it possible for the Slayer, the Watcher and the Witch to find them. To top it all off, Xander commanded the entire rescue mission from their Court, a new-found ability to 'reach' Buffy through their demonic familial link the deciding factor in everything working out. Being able to feel how Xander felt about Spike had gone some way to removing any underlying jealousy Buffy was struggling to deal with, and she had finally accepted that the ritual had needed to happen to bring them all together the way the Conduit insisted they needed to be. It was unfortunate that that same link enabled Buffy to sense Angel's continued interest in both Spike and Xander, but none of them were miracle workers - she'd have to deal with her insecurities about that herself.

Willow had proven correct inasmuch that Xander didn't suffer with the visions. He was often to be found carving in the courtyard with a notepad and pen by his side, working with the various pieces of wood and writing down the visions as they came to him. He was very popular with the Court, a fact that made Spike's demon growl whilst purring at his mate's ability to charm every one and everything they came into contact with. Many of the minions (once they had proven they were happy to live under the new rules and no longer kill innocents) were the recipients of small carved gifts, and happily escorted Xander on his trips to get supplies, etc when Spike wasn't available. Carson was like a puffed up major domo, running the court as per Spike's instructions (and often purely as he saw fit) and ensuring that his Master William and his Beloved Consort never had to ask for a thing.

The strangest thing to occur since the claiming ceremony and the return of Xander's eye proved to be the relationship Xander had built with the Conduit. To everyone else who was granted access, it appeared as nothing more than a small bonfire in a cave. But since his gift of the first carving he did after losing his eye, Xander had somehow become a favourite of the Conduit. Without making the mistake of assigning human emotions and traits onto the Being, it seemed to make much more of an effort not to be too cryptic when they had to contact it, and each time they went Xander stayed longer and longer, just talking. When Spike asked him why he couldn't just ask his questions then leave, Xander said he thought "they" sounded lonely and a little conversation was a small price to pay for them returning his eye and gifting him with Spike for eternity.

Speaking of eternity, Spike wasn't looking forward to Buffy figuring out that since the claim she had barely aged. He didn't particularly want to be around when she did - the six months of her and Angel's little tiff was bad enough - so he'd asked his boy nicely if he could tune his visions in and see when it was likely to happen that she switched on the dull lightbulb of her brain and worked it out. Xander had told him that he wasn't a TV that could be tuned in to a particular channel, which had led to Spike trying to find Xander's remote control, searching various parts of his body for any responsive 'buttons' and another satisfying day in bed was had by both.

He'd been so busy wool-gathering that he hadn't even started to get dressed by the time Xander strode naked out of the bathroom, a towel rubbing vigorously at his hair. For a moment, Spike was entranced : droplets of water sliding down the strong, tanned body; smooth skin over muscle; lean thighs, strong legs that could wrap around him so tightly sometimes that it was a good thing he didn't need to breathe. And that face. The clear hazel eyes, eyes that could be so full of warmth and compassion, but his absolute favourite was when Xander was looking up at him, eyes hazy with lust and love and need. Pouting red lips that were most often stretched in that fantastically warming smile. Tossing his towel to one side, Spike walked over and pushed Xander over onto the bed, following him down and pressing his wrists to the mattress in a tight hold. No struggles - Xander merely smiled up and him.

"What about the Sn'rgal?"

"Fuck 'em - the minions can deal with it".

"Should I be calling the House and letting them know we won't make it for dinner?" A shimmy and thrust of his hips, his legs spreading to welcome Spike between them and a smirk on his face.

"Nah. They'll suss it out when we don't show up". A hiss and a moan as Spike thrust his hips forwards, hardness rubbing against velvety smooth hardness, wet tip digging into a hip bone as they moved into a familiar yet still exciting rhythm. He released one wrist so he could reach down and take them both in hand, stroking slowly, smoothly, purring as Xander's hand came up to rub over his recently shaved head.

"Love you, Fuzzy-head". Tugged down to a deep kiss, wet, warm, darting tongue and clinging lips. Quickening strokes, panting breaths, quiet moans.

"Love you too, Pet. Looks like I'll get my shag after all".

The laughter coming from the main bedroom echoed in the corridor, and Carson smiled, gestured one of the minions over to pass on the details of the vision, and moved off to call Master Angelus, the Witch, the Slayer and the Watcher to let them know that Master William and his Seer would not be making it over there for dinner. Again.

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