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The Gift	By : Kristin Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > Slash - Male/Male > Spike(William)/Xander > Spike(William)/Xander Views: 12278 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Eight

Xander woke up in his usual position, Spike splayed out across him, limbs entangled. He smiled and tightened his grip on his lover. He had never imagined that he could ever be so happy. Spike was his world, and he didn�t want it any other way.

His friends in Sunnydale would have never understood why he had accepted Spike�s proposal, for that was exactly what it had been. He had seen it in Spike�s eyes when he had talked about consorts.

He had spent the last four years with a killer, a murderer of innocents and he loved it. In fact, he had started helping Spike hunt less than a year after they had bonded. He remembered the night clearly.
Xander looked around. Spike was still out. Damn, what a dream! Apparently it was Spike�s night to contribute the memory. He had dreamt that he was hunting. Lying in their bed, he could remember the thrill, the adrenaline rush.

Xander sat up. His heart was still pounding and he wanted desperately to be with Spike. He knew the vampire was out feeding. Over the last year, he had come to accept that Spike ate humans. He never made an issue of it and Spike never brought it up.

Right now, though, he needed his mate. He tossed on some clothes that had been discarded on the floor. Opening the front door, he tried to remember where they were. The last town was in� New Mexico, maybe? He shrugged.

Pulling on his leather jacket, Xander strode into the night, hunting the hunter.

He found Spike at a bar, talking with a beautiful blonde. He walked over and drew his lover against him possessively. �Mine,� he snarled at the woman. She looked startled and quickly walked away.

Spike jerked Xander around and pressed his lips against the warm mouth of his lover. �Yours,� he whispered. Drawing away, Spike frowned. �That was my dinner, love. Now what am I going to eat?�

Xander flushed and glanced around the bar. He noticed a petite brunette sitting alone at the bar. �What about her?�

Spike grinned. �Fine, pet. Go get her.�

Xander hesitantly walked towards the woman. When she looked up at him, he smiled automatically. The young woman beamed appreciatively at him. He asked her to dance and drew her out onto the dance floor. As he led her around the dance floor he sent silent thanks to his lover for teaching him how to dance. Xander looked up and into deep blue eyes filled with passion and desire.

Spike watched from across the room. He was hardening in his pants. Watching his consort procure a meal for him was intoxicating. He glanced towards the door and Xander nodded.

�Come with me?� The woman smiled shyly and nodded and Xander led her out the door. When they reached the alley across the street from the bar, Spike appeared at Xander�s side. Grabbing hold of the woman, he pressed himself against Xander, allowing his mate to feel his hardness.

�Seeing you hunt down my meal�� Unable to complete his thought, Spike slid his fangs into Xander�s throat, drawing gently on the wound. The woman in his arms struggled against his hold. When she drew a breath to scream, Xander clamped his hand over her mouth.

�Shut up.�

Spike withdrew his fangs and both men arranged themselves around the terrified woman. Xander watched, breathless, as Spike drained the woman�s life. Xander hardly noticed when she fell to the ground between them, his eyes glazed over with desire.

They made it about two blocks before Spike bent Xander over a bench and fucked him senseless.
Spike smiled at the tremors in Xander�s body. He knew what his consort was thig abg about, it had invaded his dreams and brought him to full wakefulness.

Spike lifted his head and looked at Xander. His boy was staring at the ceiling, completely lost in his thoughts. Spike smiled and slowly moved down Xander�s body. Xander was pulled from his thoughts by a cool mouth around his hardened length.

Xander groaned and thrust into the wet cavern. Spike smiled around his cock and moved softly, barely applying any pressure. Xander was squirming beneath him and he allowed his mate to slide from his mouth. Spike crawled up Xander�s body, pressing their lengths together, kissing his brown-eyed mate breathless.

�Want to make love to you, Xan.� Xander nodded. Spike began pressing kisses along Xander�s collarbone, nipping at the flesh in the hollow of his throat. He sank his fangs into his mark briefly, drawing blood, but not drinking.

He kissed down Xander�s body, worshiping the man he had chosen to spend eternity with. When he reached Xander�s feet, he stopped and reached under the bed for the bottle of oil that they kept there for this purpose.

Spike drizzled the oil into his hand and ed hed his palms together, covering them in the slick, sweet smelling substance. Picking up a foot, he started at the toes, massaging each one thoroughly before allowing his fingers to run the length of Xander�s foot.

He pressed hard into the arches, dragging his fingers up and down, pressing all of the sensitive places that he loved to kiss. Spike looked at his lover�s face. Xander looked positively debauched, his arms thrown carelessly over his head, his mouth open, his eyes closed. Spike loved making his Xander look this way.

After about ten minutes of listening to Xander�s contented moans and sighs, Spike moved to the other foot, repeating the entire process. When he was sure that each foot had received its fair share of attention, he picked up the oil again.

This time, he worked on the calves, rubbing the oil in forcefully, making Xander�s strong muscles tremble beneath his touch. After the calves came the thighs, and after the thighs, the abdomen. Spike loved rubbing Xander�s stomach. He was like a big cat, arching into Spike�s touch, begging for more with each breath he took.

Spike sat on Xander�s thighs as he massaged his chest and shoulders. Their erections present, but not demanding. He worked down each well-built arm, digging under the muscles, bringing a bit of pain with the pleasure.

He spent more time on Xander�s hands than he had on his feet. He caressed each digit, intent on softening the calluses that Xander had developed. When Spike finished, he climbed off of his lover and turned him over, adjusting him in the bed.

Xander allowed Spike to do all of the work. He loved it when his mate was in this mood. He felt spoiled and pampered. Spike climbed back onto his thighs, massaging Xander�s back with long, sure strokes fol followed every line in his lover�s back. Reaching up, he pressed into the soft warmth of Xander�s neck, easing any stress that might have taken up there.

He turned, straddling Xander�s back, facing his feet. He ran his hands as far down Xander�s legs as he could reach, relaxing his lover with his touch. Finally, he turned to the place he wanted to be. He pressed hard on Xander�s ass, squeezing the muscles he found there. He poured some oil in the crease of Xander�s thighs and rubbed it over the entire area before dipping in a single finger into Xander�s tight heat.

Xander�s appreciative noises had not stopped through the entire massage, however, he moaned differently at this touch.

Spike massaged Xander�s prostate relentlessly. Xander shuddered, feeling his orgasm swiftly approaching. He had always heard that men developed the ability to stay off their orgasms over time, but that was one skill he had never learned. A single look from Spike was all it took sometimes.

This gentle torture was more than enough to set him off. He thrust once into the satiny softness of their sheets before crying out his release. Spike smiled and turned Xander over once again.

�All relaxed, love?� Xander nodded wordlessly, splaying out his legs so that Spike could lie between them. Spike slipped one slick hand around his own erection, lubricating the cool shaft.

He slid effortlessly into Xander, thrusting gently, watching his mate intently as he made love to him. Xander looked into the brilliant blue eyes that he loved so much. He never wanted to be anywhere else.

Spike leaned in and began to lick at the now dried blood on Xander�s neck. When all traces were gone, he slid his fangs back into his mark and drank slowly, rhythmically as he thrust. In no time, he shuddered in Xander�s arm, spilling his seed into his lover.

Withdrawing his fangs, he kissed Xander. �Love you so much.�

Xander sighed, basking in Spike love. �Love you too, Spike.�

They fell asleep, Spike still buried within Xander�s body.
Angel lay awake in the next room, his vampiric senses allowing him to hear and smell everything that had just happened. The guilt he had been feeling for so long began to dissipate.

He knew his childe. Spike loved with his whole being and Spike loved Xander. He�d been unsure for a while, originally thinking that Spike had kept Xander out of spite, or a symbol of conquest. When they had saved him from the Initiative, he knew that they were close, but still, he had been unsure.

Now he knew. Xander was safe. No one would ever be able to touch him, not with Spike protecting him with everything he was. Angel also knew that Xander was happy. Xander was so much like Spike. All Xander had ever wanted, all he had ever craved, had been to belong and to be loved. Now he was.

Angel allowed himself to drift to sleep, into guilt-free dreams for the first time in over four years.
Buffy frowned. There had been no sign of Xander anywhere. She, Willow and Giles had searched the entire town, seeking out any evidence pointing towards their missing friend.

Walking up the steps of Lowell House, she hesitated. Riley had never seemed really happy when she visited him at his fraternity. She shrugged. Whether Riley wanted her there or not, they needed to talk. Pressing the doorbell, she waited anxiously. Something just felt wrong.

When no one answered, she let herself in, looking around as she trod through the apparently empty house. Nothing. There was no one here, but the television was still on and there was food on the table.

She began to explore further. She came to a hallway with a mirrored closet. It seemed out of place. When she tried to open the door, it wouldn�t budge. Weird. Tugging harder, she finally moved it slightly. She peered through the crack she had opened and gasped. It was an elevator.

Where there is an elevator, there are stairs. She searched the house methodically until she found them hidden in the back of the linen closet. What was it with these guys and closets?

She made her way down the stairs, stopping to listen at regular intervals. She came to a door several flights down and cracked it open. It lead into a room filled with an enormous table and dozens of chairs. It looked like a boardroom.

The table was heavy and black, it seemed to be made out of some kind of natural stone. The legs were all twisted together in an intricate design that was not obvious if one was not looking right at it. The chairs were high quality, she could tell. Black leather and dark wood. Elegant, refined. There was another door to her right, but she was more interested in the view in front of her.

She walked through the empty room silently, peering out through a window that dominated the far wall. What she saw stunned her. Demons tied to chairs, cells full of unrecognizable body parts. Her stomach turned as she watched a Fyarl demon�s arm being removed at the elbow.

Buffy heard rustling outside the other door that she had noted. She glanced around, seeking a place to hide. She darted underneath the table, concealing herself behind one of the heavy legs. Unless someone looked directly under the table she would be safe.

Six pairs of feet appeared and the leather chairs creaked as weight dropped into them. A woman�s voice filled the room.

�What were you thinking? How could you leave the entire complex unguarded? I should have all of you shot!� Buffy flinched at the woman�s tone. It was cold and heartless, she meant what she said.

Suddenly a familiar voice spoke up. �Ma�am, there were guards assigned. It is unknown why they weren�t at their posts, but there is no way that the hostile could have escaped on his own. He was in very poor condition. We had estimated that he would not last through another night.�

Buffy could not believe it. Riley was one of the people sitting at the table!

�Well, Lieutenant, forgive me if I seem upset. It is simply that my research into demons and souls has been completely nullified as you lost my lab rat!� Her shout rang out in the room.

Another voice spoke up. �Surely if there is one, there will be more.�

The woman stomped her foot forcefully. �No! There are no more! It was the only vampire in existence with a soul! It had been cursed. Do you know what that means? It means that they do not come like that ready made!�

Buffy held her breath in fear. If she hadn�t, she would have gasped. They were talking about Angel! Angel had been in one of those horrible cells that she had seen in the cavernous room below.

The woman�s voice was now eerily quiet. �Find my vampire. It had a tracer, go get it. I want it returned to me within the next forty-eight hours or there will be hell to pay.�

A chair scraped back and the woman left the room. The unfamiliar voice spoke up again. �Riley? What are we going to do, man?�

Buffy could almost feel her boyfriend�s shrug. �Go find him. Last reading on the tracer said he was somewhere in south-central Texas. Come on. We need to go call our professors and hit the road.�

Buffy heard something slide across the table. �No thanks, man, I don�t need that. Mine is in my room.� The rest of the chairs slid back and the sound of the men�s voices faded as they left the room through the same door they had entered.

Buffy waited where she was, afraid that someone would come in and find her. Finally, biology forced her from her hiding place. She had to pee. Glancing at the table, she saw what had made the sliding noise. It was a small black box. She couldn�t tell what its use was, but she knew Willow might. She slid it into her pocket and left the room, praying that she would make it out of the house alive.

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