New Year's Resolutions:
part nine
by Josie_h
Notes
28 Dec
Xander woke to find a vampire
snuggled against his side. He looked at his watch on the dresser, saw
His companion roused a little, slung his leg over Xander’s,
nuzzled his bed buddy’s neck, then purred himself back to sleep.
Xander stroked the ends of the
silky mane and listened, vaguely wishing he too could purr, then
succumbed to oblivion again.
When he next struggled to consciousness, the first thing that struck him
was how entirely relaxed he felt. That lovely heavy sensation only comes after
a long, dreamless slumber. The second thought he had was how wonderfully soft
and warm the bed was. And the third, that someone’s leg was languidly rubbing
up and down between his, and that a hand gently massaged his scalp. He opened
one sleep filled eye and found two crystal blue ones staring back.
“Afternoon pet.”
“Hey,” Xander lifted his hand to return the
caress. “’Time ‘s it?”
“After 3, I reckon”
“Oh God! We slept practically the
whole day?”
“Yeah well, ‘s not such a new thing for yours truly.
‘Sides I figured you were well shagged after last night and could use the kip.”
Spike wiggled his scarred eyebrow, grinned broadly, then
leaned in to grab Xander’s lips with a very
determined kiss.
Xander’s body responded instantly,
pushing forward then rolling on top of his smaller companion, and in the process pressing their
‘morning’ erections hard against each other. He brought his hands up to cup
either side of Spike’s head, caressing cheekbones with his thumbs and deepening
their kiss. The dueling tongues slowly calmed to match the movement of their
hips, with neither game to break the pace as they approached completion.
Xander felt Spike’s change this
time, responded by again scraping his tongue across a fang and pushing the
blood into his companion’s welcoming mouth. He was instantly rewarded with an
explosion of cold seed between them, immediately arched up and added to it with
some of his own hotter version. He relaxed down squashing the residual puddle
so it tickled down Spike’s sides and onto the sheets below.
A few minutes of rest later Xander, realized
that he really would need the room serviced after this, and slid off his
friend.
“Guhhhh, ‘K sticky becoming
a real issue!”
Spike grinned and reached over to stroke the face of his companion, “You
really mind luv?”
Xander’s face softened immediately
and he leaned into the touch, “’course not. But… would you like to do something
today – I mean….. you need to get stuff from home…
Oh….” Xander trailed off as he realized. “I don’t
have… ummm.”
Stopping mid sentence, Xander made a sudden
decision, rolled toward the nightstand, fished out one of the spare razorblades
and forced it hard across his own wrist. Despite its ‘safety’ claim, two thin
red lines were left behind and welled into definite drips.
Spike smelt the blood immediately, “You alright pet?”
Xander moved the wrist until it
was flush with the vampire’s mouth and said “My treat.”
Spike pulled back as he realized what was being offered, but was
prevented from moving further by the begging look from Xander’s
good eye.
“Please Spike, I want to… please, my treat.”
Spike stared at his companion in wonder, and shifting to partially into game
face, took the gift reverently in both hands and drew it to his lips.
He licked the drops from the surface of the wound and with that his face
changed completely.
“Bite Spike, ‘s OK, just bite, I know you won’t
take too much.”
Spike allowed his fangs to press into the shallow cuts worrying them just
enough to release more of their precious fluid then bit down fully. Both
partners moaned at the first real draw of blood, and pushed their bodies
together, touching wherever they could as the vampire continued to carefully
feed.
Spike could not remember the last time he had fed straight from a vein,
apart from exchanging with Angel in the early part of his illness, feeding from
a lover was but a distant memory. And as far as sampling something as hot and
sweet as the ambrosia that now passed into him…. never. But he stopped after
only a few glorious mouthfuls.
After laving the wound with healing saliva, he fell back to stare dazedly
at the ceiling. He closed his eyes with a feeling of utter bliss, the likes of
which he could not describe, and absently noted that there were wet droplets of
joy tracking from his eyes tickling past his ears to finish somewhere in his
hair.
“Oh sweetheart, I’m sorry, I’m so, so sorry. I thought I was doing the
right thing.”
Spike broke from his moment ‘in the light’ to register Xander’s distress.
“A taste of heaven will bring even the bravest man to his knees, dear
heart.” And with that statement, Spike rolled to his side and looked directly
at Xander, the adoration in his eyes reinforcing the
wonder and gratitude expressed in his words.
Caught like a deer in headlights, Xander’s
expression shifted from one of deep concern, to relieved joy as he realized the
reason for his partner’s tears.
He reached over with the already healing arm and petted Spike’s hair.
Spike matched the act by rolling further toward his friend, flinging his arm
over the slim waist, he then proceeded to massage
gentle circles repeatedly over Xander’s lower back.
After many minutes, Xander moved the stroking
hand to cup one side of his partner’s pale face. With a grin he said simply,
“So what are we going to do today?”