Before Xander had a chance to do much more however, an iron grip staid his hand. “Would you be up for something more than usual pet?”
“What? Hey I already…”
“I heard you… but…. your tastes have been a little… bland… of late and if we’re gonna make up for lost time, well, I wondered if you’d help me with something of an historical nature ”
Xander pushed up and looked quizzically at his partner. “OK ‘fess up Spike, I’m up for a bit of a play but I am *not* screwing you dressed in some ancient pair of woolen breaches!!”
“Sod off, I wouldn’t go near you in ‘em anyhow… too much chafing of the privates! Just thought that since your all pretty down below again…” He tickled through the thick dark curls that were again covering Xander’s groin, “Just figured we could recreate a little history and get ourselves trained up like… for the New Year… gonna be hard outdoin’ the Boston ‘discovery tour’ with Europe this year if we don’t get in some practice.” He pushed Xander off to the side, and leaned over to tug at something under the bed.
The brunette heard a tearing of tape but was held away from viewing by a firm yet loving hand. Initially annoyed he failed to hold in a chuckle as Spike held up his prize.
“Finalized all arrangements in Boston like I promised – Can’t believe you’ve forgotten… too keen to fondle me pretty parts in first class I’m thinkin’!” Xander was starting to feel worried, but spotted his partner’s knowing grin and deliberate wink. “Not to worry lover, I know I’m a distraction for you dark broody types… you’ll be happy to know that most of it was sold. Weapons and books and another box or two came here – they’re in storage, before you ask…. But I did get another…” he spun the beads around his index finger, “…item”, it made another round, “… or two sent through…..just for us.” Xander couldn’t resist. The consort let genuine mirth and love burst through the link as Spike’s crystal blue eyes twinkled with mischief and were framed by tiny smile lines.
Xander was rolled onto his back and soundly kissed by a partner who was quite overcome by the wonderful memories of their first joyous and confusing days of their extraordinary eleven months together.
A near breathless Xander managed to grind out, “God…. I…. Love…. You…. Spike!” between passionate kisses and infuriating and arousing caresses to all parts of his nude form.
Lube in hand, Spike slicked the beads and swiftly deployed them, slinging his partners legs over his shoulders for the event and sealing them in with a new butt plug complete with vibrator and remote.
Spike rolled onto his front, leant down on his elbows, making far from subtle gestures with his behind, and handed the lube to his partner and murmured seductively, “*Now* it’s my turn!”
Xander took his time. Slowly licking across the lower spine of his partner and caressing the taut thighs. His only pause was automatic… Slow vibrations began, and with the butt plug against the beads it was extraordinary, infuriating and utterly exciting.
“F%#$ me Xan…. C’mon… just…” Xander could do nothing but comply.
Spike arched up as the soft tongue rimming him was replaced by two experienced fingers. Spike opened easily and as his prostate was prodded… there was no restraint. “Please c’mon…. *please*… now… it’s fine just… gahh!” Xander lined up and buried his slick and solid erection to the hilt in one action.
Spike had enough awareness to dial the vibrations up to maximum as he approached his own climax with a much anticipated thrill.
At the same time, Xander’s efforts became a frantic series of irregular and deep trusts accompanied by grunts and moans worthy of any primal being. The beads were vibrating constantly over his prostate. The human was in a state of near delirium, almost sobbing his need to release… Spike felt it moments before… and as his partner came he tugged free the still vibrating plug and proceeded to slowly remove the beads whilst still pushing up as jet after jet of warm seed filled him. As the final two beads were removed Spike was almost sure Xander was all but unconscious in bliss, as both his channel and his now near limp sex tweaked and jumped, attempting one last climax as the last two balls were tugged free.
Both partners collapsed into sated and dreamless sleep, Spike smiling as his partner’s hand found his and guided it lovingly to his groin remain there as they both gave in to oblivion.
…………………
Merely days later and Spike had been given the task of ‘booking tickets’ to Europe. Despite his purported desire for normality Spike was excited, and fearful, and his demon was screaming for long missed adventures. But today Anton had rung shortly after his consort left for work … ostensibly to ask William’s advice on some property in the Massachusetts. Spike knew better.
Anton was a businessman with literally more than a millennium of experience, and profits and diversity that would make even the Walton family drool. Anton’s, like Spike’s, wealth was hardly comparable to many other media or real estate moguls on the planet, but theirs was old money and the priority to keep their identities quite private. Both had interests so broad and (particularly in Anton’s case) so ancient, that it would take decades to sort through the ‘Global’, and ‘Cross sector’ investments, their Swiss accounts and complex property ownerships before anyone might discover the full extent of their holdings...
“K mate figure you’ve got company your end. No one is here, so how about some brutal honesty if your end allows… or are we stuck with yes/no questions?”
“Yes/No would be good, though…. Sprechen Sie Deutch?”
“Of course. But ‘bit rusty mate… Your lady just walked in then?”
“Yes of course that would be very good…” The answer was too jovial. Spike heard the tension and understood.
“So in the voice of the Kaiser… what’s up?”
“Ich benötige Sie, herzukommen. [I need you to come here.]
Können Sie hier sein? [Can you be here?]
Ein Feiertag. Ich zahle. Sie und Ihr Gemahl” [A holiday. My expense. You and your consort]
Sie wählen den Bestimmungsort. Ich treffe Sie dort. [You choose the destination. I’ll meet you there.]”
Spike almost felt the shiver through the phone link.
“C’mon… Anton out with it! This is not the Initiative again is it, thought we had all that done with and I can hardly imagine you want us there for something trivial. So are we talking? Apocalypse?”
“Vampire-Königliches Gerichte” [Vampire Royal Courts] “Es gibt eine Führunglücke.” [There is a leadership void.]
Spike felt an icy chill and his stomach clench despite the heat suit. The Royal Vampiric Courts of Europe had dwindled in number over the years as but a handful of ruling masters of the original lines survived into the twentieth century. The most recent human wars and infighting amongst any usurpers had all but eliminated the rest. Why Anton would now be concerned could only mean one thing, the lack of stability would lead to chaos in Europe, and finding a replacement would be of concern to any in the demon realm.
“Ja unclaimed Sie und reines Blut werden genannt als Nachfolger..” [Both you and Angelus's unclaimed pure blood have been named as successors]
“Angel’s son?” Spike knew now that there was more at stake than some simple territorial rite.
“He know about this challenge, what ‘s expected?”
“Nicht schon.” [Not yet] Anton’s tone was regretful in the extreme, he added in English, “You are needed Spike.”
“… So… who are these vamps? … No… Let me guess…. Inlaws of the old Aurelian court - the Master’s line… But that should have been solved twenty or thirty years ago! Buffy took him down in Sunnydale? And hey! I finished that little upstart the ‘annoying one’! Even if the new bloke was dusted now…. Why me? Why now? And bloody hell, why Connor? C’mon Anton….” Spike did not bother to hold back the feral growl from the end of his conversation. This was about family and he had already given too much and too many …. And his last promise to Angel had been a pledge to protect Connor from the demon world as best he could. To date that had meant keeping the lowest possible profile and making certain ‘arrangements’. “I’m askin’ a lot of questions here mate but you still haven’t told me anything useful! C’mon mate. What’s goin’ on!?”
“Sie kennen die Politik besser als ich.” [You know the politics better than I.]
“No I don’t ‘cause I *bloody well don’t care* for all that rot. Got meself a consort and a happy life and I’m certainly not gonna drag Angel’s lad into all this mess.”
“Sie benötigen... Sie wissen….Die alten sind stufenweise verloren worden.” [You need to…. You know…..The old ones have gradually been lost.] “Und wir sind das Letzte vieler Familien.” [And we are the last of many families.]
“And?... but… Oi, you hardly qualify as vamp? Listen, Xan and me just back and starting to get our lives together again… we can’t just come trippin’ across the pond every time you blokes have got a problem… Geez! Been out of the loop for so long I doubt anyone would even know who I am!” Spike growled with frustration. “Look Leave it with me yeah? Won’t come without my consort. And I ain’t bringin me ol’ Sire’s offspring into this ‘til I figure the lie of the land.”
Spike waited… as the third minute passed he began to worry then finally the answer came and in English…
“Agreed… Tell me when and I will make the arrangements. Thank you William.”
“Welcome.”
Spike hit end on the call and immediately began to call Xander. If they were to travel under these new circumstances, Xander needed to know.