Xander's warm lips slid over his and Spike moaned softly, he had missed Xander, even though it had only been two days. As Spike's hands ghosted down Xander's chest, the brunette groaned and pushed his
mate away. "What is it, luv?"
Xander smiled ruefully, "Spike, sweetie, since we got together, I don't think I've gone more than two days without
sex, tops. Now it's been a week, and while I understand and am prepared for the
celibacy, you touching me isn't going to help matters."
Spike smirked, was his human frustrated and horny? Well, good thing Spike
was evil; he'd come up with quite a few ways to keep Xander satisfied while he himself was unavailable. Sitting back against one arm of the couch, Spike leeringly traced his eyes over the brunette's hard body
and affected his best Master voice. "Stand up." He commanded.
Shuddering from the knowing gaze raking his body, Xander obeyed.
Spike smirked, "Good boy, now strip."
With shaking hands, Xander slowly began removing his clothing, eyes never leaving Spike's. When he was completely naked, Spike spent several minutes just enjoying the sight of his lover's tan, well-muscled
body and jutting erection before giving his next command. "Now, run both hands
through your hair."
Slowly, Xander obeyed.
'Good. Now stroke down your face, gently now."
Spike watched, fascinated, as Xander's strong, tan fingers ran over his eyes, down his nose, and traced along the outline
of his full mouth.
"Now down your neck, touch your scar for me love, remember what it feels like when I bite you there." Moaning softly now, Xander traced gently down his neck, fingers brushing lightly over the claiming scar. At the touch on his scar, Xander's cock jumped and hardened even more. Chuckling, Spike let his lover trace along the scar a few more times before moving them along. "Now, boy, run your hands down your chest. Stop and play with
your nipples now. That's right luv, pinch them hard, I know you like that."
moans were coming louder now, and his hips bucked forward as he twisted and pinched his hardened nipples. Spike groaned softly at the erotic display his mate made. Emotionally
and mentally, Spike was incredibly turned on, but physically his body was acting as if nothing was going on. Spike inwardly cursed and spared a snarky thought for the child sitting restlessly in his abdomen. I hope
you appreciate what we're doing for you. Making your Da and I go without sex! Of all the things!
Xander's hands had begun to trail lower, leaving his nipples and brushing along his trembling sides. Spike brought his attention back to his lover. "Good pet,
very good. Now keep on touching yourself, only no touching your cock till I say
With a whimper, Xander's hands changed course and traced around his belly button, down the trail of hair on his stomach,
and stroked along his thighs. His deep brown eyes were hot with love and passion.
Spike knew he was close to drooling at the wanton picture his mate presented, but he managed to control his facial
expression, not losing the imperious, smirking, Master face.
"Now, love, come and kneel next to me." Spike indicated the floor in front
of where he sat and on shaking legs, Xander came and knelt in front of him.
"You're being a very good boy Xander. And good boys get rewards. Give me your hand."
Xander extended his right hand to Spike, his left never ceasing its slow exploration of his chest and thighs. Spike took the proffered hand and brought it to his lips, slowly extending his tongue. Xander gasped in pleasure as Spike began to lathe the long fingers with his tongue,
thoroughly coating each one before moving to the palm. Once Xander's entire hand
was damp and the brunette was moaning from the blowjob Spike had given his fingers, the Vampire released his mate's hand. "Now, touch your cock. One finger only,
Xander ran one wet finger up the length of his cock, circling the head and trailing back down the underside. His left hand wandered up to his chest, tracing around his nipples.
"Good boy, now two fingers."
Two fingers began to trace the human's hot, heavy cock, rubbing lightly up and down.
Xander was shaking and moaning, and while it had been a full week since he and Xander had had sex, Spike wasn't about
to be merciful. Spike fully intended to make Xander beg.
Spike let Xander touch himself for a few minutes more before coming to a decision.
"Give me your left hand."
Taking the fingers of Xander's left hand into his cool mouth, Spike bathed them in his saliva, biting his lip and adding
a little bit of blood before releasing them. "Now put these inside yourself."
Eyes wide and pupils dilated in passion, Xander reached around and began working a finger into himself. Xander quickly had both fingers inside himself and began jerking back onto the fingers, and jerking forward
into the light friction of his fingers on his cock.
"Mmmm, very good pet. You look positively edible."
Panting, Xander closed his eyes. "Oh gods Spike, please, please, more
Spike chuckled, "More what pet?"
"Please let me touch myself more. Please Spike!"
"That's right pet, let me hear you beg."
"Please Spike, I need it, I need it so bad."
Taking pity on his desperate lover, Spike relented. "Use your whole
hand now. I wanna see you fist that gorgeous cock of yours."
With a thankful groan, Xander wrapped his hand around his aching cock and began stroking up and down the length.
"That's right luv. Just like that.
I wanna see you come for me, I wanna hear how much you like it."
Whimpering and moaning, eyes having drifted shut in his passion, Xander jerked back and forth between his fist and
the fingers he had impaled himself with. Spike groaned at the tempting sight
before him and leaned over, licking and kissing along his mate's neck and shoulder.
Just when scent and sound alerted Spike that Xander was reaching his climax, Spike Vamped out and bit down, fangs slicing
into his mark. The blood, thick and sweet with passion, exploded along his tongue,
and as Xander's orgasm was torn from him with a hoarse scream, Spike felt it as well, little explosions through his body,
leaving him shaking and stated. Gently Spike withdrew his fangs and leaned back
into the couch.
With an exhausted groan, Xander collapsed forward across Spike's lap, panting softly. "That was, wow, Spike. That was great."
A happy smile on his face, Spike carded his fingers through Xander's passion dampened hair. "Mmhmm, it was, wasn't
it? You looked so hot, touching yourself like that for me."
They stayed that way for a while, before Xander finally levered himself up off the floor with a groan. "I'm gonna go wash up."
Spike stayed sprawled out on the couch, listening to the sounds of his mate puttering around the bathroom. Finally, clean and dressed in a pair of cut off shorts and an old tee shirt, Xander wandered back into
the living room and flopped back down onto the couch, resuming his prior foot rubbing position. Spike sighed happily.
"So, anything happen while I was away."
Eyes closed, Spike shook his head, "Nope. It was bloody boring around
here. The Slayer and nibblet came by Friday night, brought over some movies and
a bunch of baby name books. They kept suggesting the most awful names, and by
the way, we are not naming the child Buffy! Then the Witches brought dinner by
last night and looked through the books too. They had some slightly better suggestions
for names, but still none I liked."
Xander looked thoughtful, "You know, I hate to admit it, but I haven't thought about names at all."
Spike gestured to a pile of three books on the floor next to the couch, "Feel free to have a look. I haven't come up with anything either. And since we don't
know if its a boy or girl, we have to have one of each chosen."
"Or just one that could work for either." Xander was silent for several
"Do you think it's a boy or a girl? Which one do you want?"
"Pet, at this point I'd settle for a chaos demon, as long as it gets born soon."
Sighing, Spike held Xander's eyes in a direct gaze. "Honestly pet, with
this whole prophesy thing, I could care less about the baby's gender, as long as it manages to live to adulthood without being
kidnapped and sacrificed by some sorcerer for some apocalyptic ritual."
Xander dropped his gaze, one hand protectively resting on Spike's belly. "I
know." Xander sighed, "I worry about that too.
But look, if our child will be in that much danger, who better to have as parents than a Master Vampire and an all-around
kickass immortal? Not to mention having the Slayer and a couple of scary powerful
Witches as Aunts."
With another sigh, Xander returned to rubbing Spikes feet. "Seriously
though, The Slayers always a girl, so the fabled companion to the Slayer could be either.
It would be nice to have another boy around in this estrogen drenched family of ours, but truthfully, I kind of hope
it's a girl."
"Why's that luv?"
Xander smiled, "Because I've been raised around and with girls. I know
how to take care of them. I've been doing it practically my whole life now. If I can keep Buffy and Willow happy all this time, not to mention solving Dawn's
teenage crises, I doubt there's much else a daughter could do to phase me."
Spike snorted, "That's true luv. You do have a knack for dealing with
Glancing at the clock, Spike groaned and began levering himself from the couch.
"You'd best start getting ready luv, the Watcher wants us over at his place in an hour, some dinner party or something."
"Is something going on?"
Spike shrugged, "I dunno, the Witches just said to be there at six tonight. I
think Rupes found some more stuff about the prophecy, but I get the feeling that it's just one of your Scooby gang get togethers."
Xander sighed, "Well, I guess we'd better then. Besides, the less I have
to cook, the better."
They arrived at Giles to find not only all the girls there, but Dr. Graves as well.
She greeted them warmly, fussing over Spike and helping him to get comfortable.
Once everyone was involved with mingling, Xander leaned over to his mate and whispered, "What is she doing here? I mean, she's our doctor and I like her and all, but..."
Spike snorted and whispered back, "She and the Watcher are shagging."
Xander tried not to spit his soda out all over the couch. "They're what? How can you tell?"
Spike favored Xander with his best 'duh' look. "I can smell it on 'em. I don't think it's serious though, I think they're just fooling around."
Xander looked sheepish, "Right, sorry, I forget about the super senses sometimes.
I'm gonna forget about them sleeping together now, that's an image I don't need."
Giles called everyone to the table to eat, and they managed to all squish together in his dinning room. As plates were being filled Giles stood up and lifted his glass.
The watcher removed his glasses and put them back on, then cleared his throat several times.
Finally Buffy rolled her eyes in exasperation. "Giles! Whatever your toast is, I'm sure we'll all love it, just get on with it.
It's not like you haven't spoken in front of us before."
This elicited several giggles, and Giles blushed faintly. "Yes, well. Thank you Buffy for your astute observation.
I simply wished to note that we are at the end of an era. This is perhaps
the last time we shall all be gathered together like this. And while we have
all gone through many changes in the past couple of years, this newest addition to our family signifies an irreversible change
in direction for you all. While I am sad to note this ending, I am thrilled to
welcome what I think of as my first grandchild, and hope that we can all continue this happy family of ours, for many years
Silence and the blinking back of tears met his toast, followed by a round of hugs and reassurances.
Xander smiled at Giles, "Thanks Giles, that means a lot."
Dinner commenced with no more emotional moments, and soon plates were cleaned and the group was gathered in the living
room with drinks and cookies. Buffy and Willow exchanged a conspiratorial grin
and turned to the men curled up together on the couch. "So, Spike, Xander. We've all come up with a list of names, since you two seem to be so behind on things."
Spike groaned, "Not more bloody names! Very well Slayer, let's hear 'em."
Willow pulled out a sheet of paper and put on her best authority face. "Now,
the rest of us have given these a lot of thought, so pay attention you two. If
it's a boy the name choices are as follows: John; Bob; Greg; Adam; and Tom. For
a Girl: Alice; Sarah; Karen; Amy; and Lisa."
Xander and Spike stared in shock at the innocent looking women, "Um, Ladies, did you purposefully choose boring names? Please tell me you did."
Buffy and Willow exchanged glances, then the broke out into hysterical giggles.
Sighing in relief, Xander relaxed back against the couch. "Thank gods,
I thought for a minutes you were serious."
Dawn grinned at him, "Nope, do you honestly think that with names like we all have that we'd think those were good
Willow chimed in, "Seriously though, if you two don't come up with something soon, I think whomever wins the birth
date pool should get to choose the name."
Spike mock growled at the redhead, "I'm not letting someone named after a tree name my child."
"Better a tree then being named after an implement of torture." Tara quipped.
Spike glowered and Willow rewarded her girlfriend with a kiss.
Giles smiled fondly at the lot of them. "Well, yes. Naming aside, I have found a little more information on the prophecy that Wesley and I have been working
The giggles quieted down and all eyes turned to the Watcher.
Spike grasped his mate's hand. "What did you find?"
Giles shuffled through some papers. "Well, we were correct in our assumption that it will be possible for your child
and the Slayer to permanently lock down the hell mouths. It also seems that the
pairing of the Slayer and your child could change the Slayer line permanently. We
are not sure in what way, but the link means that were the child to fall into the wrong hands, the child could be used to
end the Slayer line forever."
Several gasps met that announcement.
Buffy looked grim. "The baby will never fall into the wrong hands, we'll
see to that. But can anything else be done to keep the bad part from happening?"
Giles nodded, "Yes, there is a bonding ritual that should be preformed soon
after the child is born, where blood is shared with the Slayer. That will ensure
the child's bond to Slayer line and make it more difficult for any negative rituals to take place."
Xander placed his hands protectively over Spike's belly. "Whoa, whoa,
whoa. There will be no rituals, blood letting, or blood sharing with our baby!"
Giles rolled his eyes, "No harm will come to your child, I assure you Xander.
It is simply a ritual to bind the child to the Slayer line, so that they will always protect one another. It will simply assure your child's safety."
Willow bounced a little in her seat. "Tara and I have been researching bonding and protection rituals. We want to come up with a spell that will bind us all to the baby, so if he or she is ever in trouble,
we'll all know right away. Since we're gonna be godmothers anyway, it will be
just a little extra insurance."
Dr. Graves clapped her hands and beamed at the group. "You are all so
protective of one another. It's wonderful. This baby will have such a good life."
Xander blushed and smiled back, "We hope so."
Talk continued for a little longer on the subject of magical and non-magical protections for the baby. Eventually the doctor excused herself and Giles saw her out.
Xander took the opportunity to change topics; he wasn't very comfortable with all this talk of the all the bad things
that could happen to his child. "So, Buffsters, anything hell mouthy going on
Buffy scowled. "Willow and Tara found evidence of someone poking around
the old school. We think someone might be looking to mess with the hell mouth. There was a little bit of a magical signature, but we couldn't trace it. I think it's the same someone who was recruiting earlier in the year."
Xander shrugged, "That's pretty vague, but I'm sure you'll figure it out. You're
the Slayer after all."
Talk quickly turned to other matters, and the evening sped by. They were
all reluctant to leave the cozy event, only breaking apart when it was too late to keep making excuses to stay.
Two weeks later, Xander awoke to Spike shaking him roughly.
"Wh..what is it?" Blinking bleary
eyes, Xander could just make out his mate sitting straight up in bed, clutching at his stomach. "Spike, what is it, what's wrong?"
Spike turned eyes wide with excitement and fear to his lover, "Xander, it's time."