stillrose | Breaking Free (31/many?)

Title: Breaking Free (30/many?)
Fandom: BTVS; Spike/Xander
Warnings: Slash, AU, Sci-fi, kink
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Lt. “Xander” Harris and Captain William the Bloody have both suffered and lost in the on going war between the Biogens and Council. Now, Xander finds himself a prisoner of Captain William the Bloody (aka Spike). What will be Xander’s fate?

Hey all! Sorry this was late again. I didn't get much time to write while up visiting the folks! I really had one of the best Christmas's home I've had in a long time. Maybe since my Mom died. Not once did I need an ativan to get through the holiday! Got to spend time with both my nephews. Took the oldest one (14) to the movies. My Dad for the first time since I've been with my sweetie (going on 6 years) gave him a Christmas gift...and one my father would have liked himself (which means at long last my Dad finally 100% accepts my sweetie).

It was just wonderful. I did have to spend about 700 to get my car fixed (long story..but the good news is should be about 30,000 miles before I need to see the mechanic again).

Anyway...here's a bright new posting for the New Year! Enjoy! I hope all are doing well!

Previous parts here.

As always: Feedback make my heart go pitter-patter.

Spike spun around and snarled at Angel, “I’m taking my Pet upstairs. Butt in again and I’ll put you down myself!”

Spike then turned around again and gently, but firmly grabbed hold of Xander’s arm and led him out of Angel’s office.

Xander was in a bit of a daze as he rode the elevator with Spike. There were just too many emotions, too much uncertainty, and most of all there was too much need.

“Pet,” Spike spoke softly, “the lift's stopped.”

Xander found some focus and smiled sheepishly as Spike kept the doors of the elevator from closing.

“Right,” Xander said and exited from the elevator. He headed toward Spike’s suite.

The walk was short but Xander mentally measured each step. He had to focus on something and if he focused on Spike they might not ever reach the suite; for many reasons.

“Xander?” Spike once again spoke softly, almost as if he were afraid of scaring Xander. “Are you all right?”

Xander looked at Spike before answering. Spike was in his human face once again. His brilliant blue eyes were hungrily studying Xander.

“Yes…No…,” Xander stammered. The harrowing images and sounds from the vid of his torture were still just on the edge of his consciousness. Xander pushed them back. There was a time for that but right now he wanted to just concentrate on Spike. “Can this wait until we get inside?”

Spike waved his hand over the bioscan lock. The locked clicked and Spike opened the door.

“After you, pet,” Spike said as he swept his arm forward.

“Beauty before age,” Xander replied as he stepped inside. We’re going to clear the air, Xander vowed.

“Cheeky git,” Spike laughed as he followed Xander. Spike shut the door after him.

“Security lock alpha.” Spike ordered. Xander turned at the audible click of the door locks engaging. He cocked an eyebrow.

“No one gets in without my express verbal consent,” Spike said.

“How about out?” Xander asked automatically.

Spike couldn’t hide the pang of hurt at Xander’s question.

“Yer, not my prisoner,” Spike said.

“Sorry,” Xander said. “I didn’t mean…I just…Xan-man’s mouth engaged before brain.”

Spike nodded at Xander’s fumbled explanation.

The two men stared at each other. The chasm of unsaid things was so big between them and there didn’t seem to be any starting point.

“Drink?” Spike finally went with the familiar.

Xander shook his head.

“Pet,” Spike sighed and took a step toward Xander.

“Why did you leave?” Xander abruptly fired the question as he stepped back away from Spike.

Spike halted and looked at his aching boy. Spike sighed again before turning to head for his bar.

“You were there, pet,” Spike answered as he poured himself a drink.

“I was there when I figured out what you did to me and the beginning of the explanation,” Xander said.

Spike swirled amber liquid in his glass and looked up at Xander. “Don’t forget the part about you beginning to berserk.”

“Is that why you left?”

“Angel…”

“Fuck Angel!” Xander yelled.

“Would rather fuck you,” Spike replied.

Xander couldn’t stop the blush and the surge of need that raced through him at Spike’s words. Nor did Xander miss the slight tilt of Spike’s head as he sniffed the air for more then just the strong smell of his drink. Spike smiled.

“Quit trying to change the subject,” Xander managed to say as he unconsciously sniffed the air in return and smelt the smoked-musky smell of Spike. Xander blushed again.

“I left because Angel was right,” Spike said before downing his drink.

“What?”

“I could have lived with it if you had beaten seven kinds of shit out of me, Xan, while you were ‘serking and such. Wouldn’t be the first lover to do so,” Spike said. “But could you have lived with it? Would you have forgiven yerself?”

“I wouldn’t…,” Xander started to say even as he rushed forward a few steps towards Spike.

“You woulda mate,” Spike said piercing a fierce gaze at Xander. “You were ragin’ and…”

“I’m not your other lovers, Spike,” Xander said. “I’m not Angel!”

“But you were a new Biogen reactin’ ta emotions with a new body…”

“That doesn’t mean you had to leave for days! Maybe a few hours! I could understand that, then we could have tried to talk again. You could have been the one to help me with my control!”

Spike stared down at his empty glass. He mentally debated the merits of another drink before deciding to put the glass back on the bar.

“Angel didn’t send me on a mission that lasted only hours,” Spike finally said and looked at Xander.

“A mission…,” Xander began to yell again.

“There’s still a war on,” Spike replied softly remembering the horrors he had yet to report to Angel.

Xander’s mouth snapped shut at Spike’s words and his tone. Xander stared at Spike. Spike looked tired, spent and seemed to missing some of the brash fire Xander was used to being exquisitely burned by.

“What happened?” Xander asked softly as he stepped towards Spike.

Spike managed a small smile and stepped away from the bar to meet Xander half way. “Nuthin’ I want to talk about right now.”

“Spike,” Xander began to argue.

“I’ll tell you,” Spike promised as he reached out and gently ran a finger down the side of Xander’s left cheek. “Right now I just want to talk about us. I did my mission for ‘kith and kin’, now I want to make us right.”

“Biogen and Council?” Xander retorted with a slight chuckle. “How’s that ever going to be right?”

“Like this,” Spike said as he leaned forward and brushed his lips across Xander’s. Xander gasped and instinctively grabbed Spike’s shoulders.

Spike took advantage of Xander’s gasp to slip his tongue inside Xander’s parted lips. Spike wrapped his arms around Xander and pulled him close as he deepened the kiss.

Xander groaned and opened his mouth wider letting Spike explore, taste and devour. Xander tightened his grip on Spike even as his senses whirled with the taste of whiskey and Spike. The smoky musky scent of Spike enveloped him and Xander groaned again.

Spike swallowed Xander’s groan and pulled his pet’s hips close until Spike could brush and grind his need against Xander’s answering bulge.

Xander leaned his head back in reaction to the intense contact.

“Spike!” Xander panted.

Spike answered by kissing and laving Xander’s throat. Xander thrust against Spike unconsciously.

“I missed you, pet,” Spike murmured at the hollow base of Xander’s throat.

Xander wanted to melt. He wanted to fall to the floor, spread his legs and let Spike consume him. Yet, there was still too much unsaid left between them.

“Spike,” Xander said more forcefully then he felt. “We need….”

Spike broke away from nibbling Xander’s neck. He met Xander’s heated gaze.

“I couldn’t let you die, pet,” Spike said simply. “Hate me for it if you have to but I couldn’t let you die.”

Hate? Xander thought as Spike’s words registered. I don’t hate him! I couldn’t! I just…is that what he thought?

“I can’t hate you, Spike,” Xander said.

Spike smiled, “Then forgive me, pet.”

“Spike,” Xander said frantic to get Spike to understand. “But don’t you see what you’ve done?”

“No! I feel what I’ve done,” Spike answered. “I feel a warm, willing and very much alive you in my arms and that’s all I need.”

“What about what I need?” Xander asked.

“What is that, Xander?”

“What about my friends? What about Buffy? What about Willow? What about my rank…”

“Were ya goin’ ta leave me then, pet?” Spike asked interrupting Xander.

“What?” Xander asked startled by the question. “NO!”

“Then?”

“Spike, I’m a Biogen now! I’m the enemy.”

Spike raised his hands and cupped Xander’s face. He stared at Xander.

“Would they accept you for lovin’ me?” Spike asked.

Xander stared back. Would they? Xander had never really stopped to think about it. There never really had been the time. Willow would have been happy if I really convinced her it was real, Xander thought. Buffy would have thought I’d been compromised but she would still love me.

“I don’t know. Maybe..probably…after I explained,” Xander stammered.

“And would you have gone back to them?” Spike asked.

“To stop the war,” Xander answered.

Spike smiled and stole a brief kiss. “Yer a white knight aren’t ya, pet? Ya believe in happy endings, the good will prevail and clear sailin’?”

“Spike,” Xander began and was silenced by Spike’s gentle finger pressing against his lips.

“This war won’t be won by the faith of one man,” Spike said simply.

“One man can change the world,” Xander insisted against Spike’s finger.

“Not a galaxy,” Spike argued.

“I have to try.”

“Xander, do you really think you could have achieved a peace agreement or even a cease fire?”

“I could have tried.”

“And would they have let you come back to me?” Spike asked.

“Maybe,” Xander conceded not really knowing the answer. “I liked to think that yes my friends would have let me.”

“And if they didn’t?”

Xander shuddered. The sudden thought of not being able to see Spike panicked him. He’d had a taste of that reality these past few days and he’d hadn’t liked it.

“I’d have found a way back to you,” Xander finally answered.

“At the cost of yer friends?” Spike asked.

Xander froze. Could I choose Spike over Buffy and Willow? Something inside of Xander screamed loudly. It was painful and aching but it was certain. I’d never stop loving them but I would leave them for Spike if I had too.

“They’re either goin’ ta accept ya as ya are, pet,” Spike said as he brushed soothing fingers through Xander’s thick hair, “or they’re not. That would be true whether ya had my nanites in ya or not.”

“Your…,” Xander started and locked gazes with Spike.

“Wasn’t goin’ ta bleedin’ let anyone else’s inside of ya!” Spike said fiercely before gentling, “Unless mine didn’t take.”

Xander smiled and turned his head to nuzzle Spike’s hand.

“Should have known,” Xander whispered.

Spike smiled and turned Xander’s head to gently face him.

“Whether or not yer were a Biogen, Xander,” Spike said cautiously, “yer being with me…LOVING…me would have made you an enemy ta the Council and to all those but yer truest friends.”

Xander once again froze at Spike’s words. Loving the enemy would have and did make him an enemy. Buffy? Willow? Xander thought. Are you still my friends?

“Yer a Biogen, Xander, but yer alive ta still plead yer case with yer friends. Yer alive ta still find away to make a happy ending.”

Xander once again fixed his gaze to Spike’s.

“I’ve never said the words to you,” Xander said.

Spike frowned. Wot was the git talking about now?

“Wot?”

“I never said, ‘I love you,’ to you, Spike.”

Spike smiled. “No time like the present.”

Xander leaned forward and kissed Spike. Spike relaxed against Xander and let him take the lead. Xander took his time feasting on Spike’s mouth; chasing the still faint traces of whiskey. Xander nipped, nibbled and teased his way around Spike’s lips until they were swollen and heavy from the tender abuse. Only then did Xander lean back away from Spike and look him in they eye.

“You’re arrogant, bossy, a pain in the ass and you’ve been the enemy for longer than I’ve been alive,” Xander whispered, “but I love you Spike. I, Lieutenant Alexander LaVelle Harris love William the Bloody.”

“That’s Captain William the Bloody,” Spike softly corrected with shimmering eyes. Xander pinched Spike’s arm.

“Oi!” Spike yelled and pouted. Xander laughed.

“Yer a right pain in the arse yerself!” Spike groused before suddenly swinging Xander up in his arms.

“SPIIIKKE!” Xander screeched as his feet left the floor and he felt himself being carried by Spike toward’s the bedroom. “What the hell are you doing?!”

“Taking ya ta bed,” Spike answered.

“I’M NOT A GIRL!” Xander yelled and squirmed.

Spike laughed and held tight. “Oi! Trust me. I know that. Ya got a nice bit of meat and veggies I can’t wait ta sup on, pet.”

“Then cut with the cheap vid romantics,” Xander yelled as he kicked and wiggled, “and put me down!”

“Happy to,” Spike said cheerily as he dropped Xander on the bed before quickly pouncing on him.

Xander squirmed but soon found himself spread eagle under Spike. With his new Biogen strength, Xander knew he could probably dislodge the other man but Xander also knew that’s not what he really wanted.

“Spike,” Xander sputtered before being cut short by an intense and hungry kiss from Spike. Spike kissed Xander like it was the first and last time they’d ever kiss. It was more than hungry; it was searing and breathtaking. Xander felt possessed and treasured. Yet oddly, Xander also felt freer then he’d ever felt.

“Listen to me, pet,” Spike said when he finally broke the kiss. He held Xander firmly but gently under him. Xander looked at Spike.

“I may not say this often,” Spike began. “There might be times you’d swear I’d never said it at all. There will probably be many times ya have no cause to believe me, but know this; I love you. I love you Xander Harris. Yer a cheeky git who believes all ends well. Most times I don’t know whether to throttle ya or shag ya ‘til ya can’t walk straight….”

Little Xander pulsed, hardened and voted for the last option. Xander blushed knowing in the position they were in Spike had to feel his reaction to his words.

Spike smiled and continued, “…and I don’t care wither yer a bloomin’ lieutenant with the Council, my prisoner, or a colonist. I don’t care whether yer human or Biogen. I love ya and I’m never letting ya go.”

Xander’s own vision began to shimmer.

“Now,” Spike growled, “when I sit up you’ve got to the count of ten ta get yer kit off and stretch out on the bed. Angel might have taught ya control, but I’m going ta teach ya a whole new way ta lose it!”

***

With Xander’s enhanced strength and speed it took him to the count of six to get undressed. It didn’t hurt that Xander didn’t take the time to really undue any of his clothes; he just tore them off. Spike growled hungrily at Xander and followed suit.

Before the count of eight, and Xander wasn’t really sure who exactly was counting by that time, they were a tangle of hard limbs, smooth skin and greedy kisses on the bed. Xander was overwhelmed with a need and an arousal he never knew before and he ached for Spike. Xander licked, nibbled and tasted whatever fleshy bits of Spike came in contact with Xander’s mouth.

“SPIKE! Ghods! Please!” Xander begged not really sure what he was begging for only knowing he needed Spike’s touch every where.

Spike chuckled around Xander’s pert nipple caught between Spike’s perfect teeth. “Nanites, pet. Not just yer strength and reflexes are enhanced.”

“Guuuhhh!” Xander panted and then screamed when Spike bit on the captured nipple. Xander reached for Spike’s hard length that was pressing into Xander’s hip. Spike batted his hands away, released his fleshy treasure and then sat back on his haunches. Xander tried to follow.

“Lie back, pet,” Spike ordered.

“Fuck! You arrogant…bossy…Spike!” Xander yelled even as he followed orders.

Spike smiled. “Feet flat, legs wide and knees bent.”

“You really are quite bent,” Xander panted as he got into position, “you do know that, right?”

Spike crawled across the bed and opened the drawer of the night stand.

“Don’t touch!” Spike ordered as he searched through the drawer’s contents.

“FUUUCK! Do Biogens have eyes in the back of their heads?” Xander yelled as he snaked his hand back away from his aching and leaking cock.

Spike chuckled in answer as he latched hold of the tube of slick for which he’d been searching.

“Poor baby,” Spike said as he crawled back between Xander’s legs. “Spike, kiss and make it better?”

Before Xander could answer Spike leaned down and engulfed Xander’s purple and swollen head with his mouth.

“SPPPPIIIIIKKKEE!” Xander screeched and arched off the bed. Spike grabbed and firmly squeezed Xander’s balls.

Xander slammed his fists into the bed.

“Oh you bastard!” Xander yelled. Spike winked at him and then slicked up his fingers. Then with a final lick and a nibble Spike released Xander’s cock and sat back up.

“Hands and knees,” Spike ordered.

“Make up yer mind,” Xander grumbled as once again he did as ordered.

“It’s a wonder ya ever made lieutenant,” Spike said as he slapped Xander on the butt, “with yer constant commentin’ on orders.”

“Spike,” Xander whined and rocked his butt back towards Spike. Spike leaned down and bit the offered globe. Xander groaned and panted.

“Now use some of that hard earned control and no cummin’ ‘til I say,” Spike said as he circled Xander’s anus with one slicked finger.

“Thought you wanted me to lose control?” Xander hissed in need as Spike began to slowly ease the slick finger inside Xander’s tight ring.

“When I say so,” Spike answered. He pushed his finger in farther and gently caressed Xander’s hidden nub.

“Oh fuck!” Xander yelled and rocked back against Spike’s finger.

“As yummy as that is, pet,” Spike said before slapping Xander’s butt hard with his free hand. “Stay still ‘till I tell ya other wise.”

“Spike!” Xander whined but held still.

Spike smiled and then slipped another finger inside Xander. Xander groaned and clenched around Spike but otherwise held still. Spike scissored his fingers inside Xander gently stretching and opening him up.

Xander moaned. Spike continued to finger fuck Xander making sure to pay attention to Xander’s little nub.

“Spike, please!” Xander groaned.

“Think of Angel if it helps,” Spike replied.

“Way to kill the mood!” Xander said even as his once again clenched around Spike’s fingers.

Spike laughed and then slid a third finger into Xander.

“Ya feel so good, pet,” Spike said. “Yer all hot and tight and I can’t wait ta get inside of ya.”

“Neither can I!” Xander groaned. “Spike, please, I need you. I need you inside of me. I need….”

Before Xander could finish his statement, Spike quickly withdrew his fingers and then thrust his weeping cock inside of Xander with one smooth motion.

“PET!” Spike yelled as Xander heat closed around him.

Xander groaned and fought to keep from coming. Spike held still giving both Xander and himself time to calm. When Xander’s breathing was a little calmer Spike began a gentle rocking motion that teased Xander’s prostate.

“I missed you,” Xander whispered.

“I love you,” Spike replied as he pulled Xander close. “Follow me my lead, pet.”

“Always,” Xander promised.

Spike smiled and began to sit back on his knees even as he pulled Xander with him. Xander followed Spike’s lead and before he realized what was happening he found himself in Spike’s lap with Spike fully impaled inside of him.

“Spike,” Xander whispered in need and awe.

“Sit up, pet,” Spike gently ordered.

Xander did and gasped as he felt Spike’s cock push deeper into Xander.

“Gonna give ya a ridin lesson,” Spike whispered against Xander’s shoulder before thrusting up into Xander’s tight heat.

“Spike!” Xander shouted as he was lifted and impaled deeper. Xander gasped.

“Move with me, pet” Spike ordered. Xander tried to focus and to adapt to this new position and rhythm. Spike was patient and Xander was quick to learn. Several moans and hoarse shouts later Xander found himself meeting Spike’s thrusts and settling into the “riding” motion.

“Fuck! Oh fuck! Spike!” Xander shouted.

“That’s right,” Spike panted as he nibbled Xander’s earlobe. “Fuck Spike!”

Xander clenched and then reached his hands to grasp his aching and abandoned cock. He ached so badly. Spike swiftly batted Xander’s hands away.

“Mine!” Spike hissed. Xander groaned and twined his hands up and back to hold on to the back of Spike’s neck. Spike leaned forward and bit gently at Xander’s neck. Xander tilted his head to the side and offered Spike more access.

“My good sweet, Xander” Spike purred and then snaked his still slicked hand down across Xander’s belly to wrap around Xander’s hard cock.

“Spike,” Xander practically wept.

“Wot, luv?” Spike asked as he stroked Xander’s cock in time to his thrusting up into Xander.

“Spike!” Xander cried again.

“Tell me, Xander,” Spike said as he thrust, stroked and kissed. “Tell me what I need to hear. Tell me what…”

“I LOVE YOU, SPIKE!” Xander cried desperately trying to hold on against his impending orgasm and just as desperately needing to tell Spike what he felt.

“I love you too, Xander,” Spike groaned as he gave into his Biogen nature and bit hard on Xander’s neck.

Xander screamed and teetered on the edge.

“Let’s cum together!” Spike growled against Xander’s broken skin and began to thrust as hard and as deeply as he could into Xander’s welcoming heat. Xander felt his own hold on his human side release and found himself wildly bucking and thrusting back against Spike.

Spike pumped Xander’s cock in time to their wild mating and with a unified scream of passion both men came. Spike fountained deep inside Xander even as Xander’s ardor streamed up and over Spike’s hand.

Time was suspended and each man was caught in the throes of an orgasm so intense the line between pain and pleasure disappeared leaving only raw sensation. Flesh moved and snaked through sweat and semen until both men collapsed on the bed.

Xander and Spike lay entangled together dazed and panting. Their Biogen features slowly receded as their pulse rate slowed. Instinctively Spike began pressing little kisses down Xander’s neck and across his shoulders while he petted and stroked Xander’s chest.

Slowly Xander felt himself reconnecting to his body as he focused on Spike’s gentle touches and kisses. Xander moved his hand up to cover the one petting his chest.

“Spike,” Xander whispered almost as if praying.

“Yes, luv,” Spike answered just as reverently.

“Thank you.”

Spike smiled. “Yer welcome, pet.”

“No,” Xander said afraid Spike misunderstood.

“I’m mean thank you.”

“Pet?” Spike asked in confusion.

Xander turned slowly in Spike’s arms until he lay cradled in them staring up at his lover.

“I’m happy to be alive, Spike,” Xander said. “Thank you for keeping me that way.”

Once again Spike’s vision shimmered with unshed tears. He choked back a sob and gently kissed Xander on his sweaty brow before once again whispering, “Yer welcome, pet. Yer so very very welcome.”

TBC in prt 32

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that was hot...
and such a sweet way to end the chapter too...

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