Bliss
Took Hold 19
by Danielle
Spike muddled through
sleep fog and at first he thought that the cat had fallen asleep on him again.
//Nope, too heavy to be the cat// He turned his head and got an eyeful of
Xander-thigh. The boy was laying half-on, half-off of him, using his abdomen as
a pillow. //How did we get to the bedroom?//
He’d wanted this for
so long, but recalling what happened clearly would be nice. Spike could remember
small, blurry bits of sexual abandon, and he clung to each memory.
The blonde raised his
head a bit and noticed his non-clothed sire on his other side, legs entangled
with his own.
“What the fuck?” he
whispered as he tried to remember where arguing with the whelp had turned into
this.
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//That is the last
time I eat chili cheese fries before bed!// Xander had just had the strangest
dream... all disconnected and sexy and hallucinogenic. He opened his eyes to see
a pale six-pack of a stomach. //Not a dream then—how the hell did I get
here?//
He pushed himself off
of the body and looked down at Spike’s drowsy blue eyes. He realized right then
that this was as it should be.
“Spike, I--we need to
talk. I don’t know what just happened, but I don’t regret it. Can we just be
together? For real? Like we were that first night. This--” He looked around and
did a double take at the *other* naked vampire and slapped his forehead.
“*How* does this keep
happening?! Am I really *that big* of a demon magnet?!” He looked up and yelled
melodramatically at the ceiling.
“How do you think I
feel, mate? It takes a spell or a potion or getting shot or a few beers for you
to be remotely interested in me and this time I don’t even remember everything!”
The blonde vampire sat up, running his fingers through his own tangle of curled,
messed-up hair.
“What? How did we? Ah
no! The vials!” Angel was adrift in a sea of confusion and shock. He sat up and
pulled his knees to his chest, pointing to the broken glass across the room.
“I knew it! You don’t
want me unless you’re not thinking straight! Did this dance for *years* with Dru
and it nearly killed me--well, *no more*!” Spike got up and picked up his
duster, making a face when he saw it had yellow guck on it. He sauntered to the
bathroom around the corner and tossed it in the sink. It fell with a muffled
tinkling sound.
“It figures, I finally
get laid and I can’t remember it...” Angel shook his head and looked down,
brooding.
“What is this all over
me?” Xander looked down at the bites and scratches covering his body. The main
ones were around his thighs, and he was fighting the tingly pleasure/pain
pulsing from each. He had criss-cross patterns of scratches across his
shoulders, back, buttocks and legs. The most livid were the hickeys and bites,
and he gasped at the handprint-shaped bruises on his hips and
biceps.
“Welcome to the world
of vampire sex, boy—lucky you’re still alive!” The younger vampire’s voice
echoed through the house from the kitchen. “Guess in the moment, Peaches forgot
you were just a human!”
“I didn’t do those...”
The older vampire pointed at the human’s groin as he stood up, brushing off his
own naked form. “I’d know his bites anywhere. Mine are the ones on your
forearm--sorry. I’m going to clean up. We need to get back to the others.”
Spike returned to the
room, a bottle of Scotch in hand.
“We’re not doing this
again, whelp.” He took a swig and picked at the shredded pile of clothes. “Well,
these are bloody useless—what was Peaches doing with lube? It’s not like this
happens a lot...” He held up the open tube of lube, shaking his head.
“No, I meant what I
said! Really, no more being Unsure
Guy...Just—give me a minute to process having done something with Angel here,
okay?” Spike’s anger had stung the human, but he wasn’t going to drop it. “They
just keep multiplying! First Spike, now Deadboy *and* Spike!”
Spike was on him
before he had registered that the vampire had moved. He was pushed on to the
bed.
“One good thing came
of this...” the vampire purred into his ear and Xander couldn’t hide the
erection pressed against Spike’s hip. “... I found out that I can do things to
you...” He changed into game face and nipped the human’s neck, breaking skin and
lapping up the blood before continuing, “If you want it.”
“S-spiike...” Xander
couldn’t help the moan, or the sudden jerk of his hips as Spike bit him, then
licked. He wanted this too badly, too much. “Please...do it...do
everything...”
“Sure you’re not under
some spell, now?” Spike’s voice was hesitant, but the way he spread Xander’s
legs and slithered between them wasn’t.
“No spell! Please!”
Their cocks were touching now, silk-wrapped steel rubbing against each other.
The blonde’s hand crept down to cup the human’s soft sac, squeezing once to make
Xander whimper for more. His fingers slid further down and Xander felt an
electric surge rush through his system.
“Like this?” The blue
eyes were sultry and Xander nodded frantically. The fingertips circled his most
sensitive of areas and began to push against the hole, trying to gain
entrance.
“Something else I
remembered...I prepared you while we were playing--” His finger slipped in, one,
then two. Xander gasped and whimpered, clinging to Spike for dear life. An
aching, burning pleasure engulfed him, and the human trembled, mouthing the
word, “More.” Spike wiggled the fingers, and used his other hand to wrap around
the human’s shaft. He softly pumped his hand as he leaned in and bit the boy
right above the nipple. Xander bucked and came instantly, Spike’s name pulled
from him in a harsh shout.
The vampire scooped up
the semen and coated his rigid cock with it. He positioned himself at Xander’s
entrance and peered at the gasping human’s face. Brown wide eyes stared up at
him. “Please. Do it.”
Spike pushed himself
all the way in one steady stroke. //So hot, so tight, so good// He was losing
himself in the sheer bliss of having this beautiful boy. Xander’s ragged cries
mixed with pleas for more urged him on.
He leaned in to kiss
the human, who moaned into his mouth as his thrusts got harder and deeper. Spike
was gasping and groaning before he knew it. This moment could not be any more
perfect.
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Angelus stood
mesmerized, staring into the sink. He had moved the coat so he could wash his
face, but some of the broken vial bits had tumbled out of the pocket and there
was that smell again...
He had enough
brainpower left to know that he’d let loose a small pocket of the formula, but
he didn’t care.
The vampire was
contemplating the quickest way to destroy the planet--but first, he could start
with destroying the sex-crazed maniacs in the other room. Growing hard, he
headed toward the grunting pair, murder on his mind.
He was ready to
destroy something beautiful, to rend, to tear--
//No sense in letting
this go to waste. I can torture and kill them right after anyway// He situated
himself directly behind his childe and grabbed William’s hips.