3 Inches - Part 20 of 21

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Part 20

Giles pulled some strings and so it comes that Spike, Xander and Willow are sitting in a closed-off first class compartment of a plane going to London. Well, Willow isn’t so much sitting as hanging in the seat, sleeping (sedated) and unmoving (bound tightly).

Xander keeps staring at Willow as if she’ll wake up any moment and open her mouth, spitting filthy things at them for separating her from Tara. Everything had been fine just an hour before take-off when Willow had suddenly panicked, overreacted and started throwing around curses and threats. While Giles distracted Willow with counter spells, Tara moved in and sedated Willow with a syringe the classic way. Seconds later Willow was out and everybody felt palpably relieved. Tara seemed sad and hopeful in equal amounts and kissed the sleeping Willow on her forehead. “You’re gonna be okay. You’ll learn to balance and anchor yourself. When you’re back we’ll make a fresh start. You’ll see, it’s gonna be perfect. Promise.”

The compartment has two pairs of seats facing each other. Spike chooses the seat across from Willow, legs sprawling, carelessly blocking the space between the seats. When Xander tries to step over them Spike pulls him onto his lap.

“Spike, let me up!” Xander complains half-heartedly. He hasn’t stopped smiling since that night and he can’t contain it now either.

“You’re gorgeous when you smile like that, pet.” Spike says and his fingers find their way into Xander’s shaggy brown hair. Spike pulls him down for a deep kiss.

“Stop it. What if Willow wakes up?” Xander struggles to get up from the vampire’s lap, but the strong fingers keep holding him down by his hip. “Or they could see us through the window!”

Chuckling, Spike indicates with the fingers of one hand to the window. “That little thing? They’re lucky if they manage to look at the right window at all!” He says and yells “OW!” suddenly. Xander had used his distraction to bite his other arm in an attempt to loosen his grip. “What the hell, whelp!” Spike scowls and grabs the youth even harder, while his hand goes to the bite to rub it. At that moment, Xander leans forward and connects hard with the vampire’s elbow.

“Ow!” Xander whines and touches his lip. “Damn, it’s bleeding.” Xander mumbles and darts his tongue out to catch the droplets slowly building at the corner of his mouth. “Spike, you don’t have a Kleenex, do you?” Xander asks and lifts his gaze, meeting golden eyes, blazing with lust staring at him. “Erm, Spi-ke?”

Spike grins, evilly. “There’s something I’ve got to tell you, Xanny-boy.” Spike winks at Xander, and then smirks, leaning back while holding onto Xander’s hips harder. Spike pushes up, grinds his crotch against Xander’s a few times until he feels an answering hardness from the boy. “I don’t know why or how or when, but I’ll bet it’s got something to do with Glinda making me all Big Bad again.” Confused and a little bit scared, Xander keeps staring into the vampire’s true face. “See, she didn’t just make me Big again,” Spike breathes, eyes closing to enjoy another hard grind against Xander’s hard cock, “she made me all Bad again too.”

Xander gasps. For a few seconds his thoughts run in all directions screaming and he can’t think, can’t say anything. The first thing that comes out of his mouth eventually is: “Tara’d never do that.”

“Well, not intentionally, you’d think, but doesn’t matter, does it? I can hurt you now, I can hurt people again.” Spike smirks again and lifts one hand from Xander’s hip to rub his thumb against one elongated tooth.

“Yeah, nice. But – do you?” Xander pauses. He calculates his chances to get away from the vampire, chip or no chip, and comes to the result ‘zero’. No chance. He’s always gonna be Spike’s now. And he always knew that one day the vampire would find a way to lose the chip. He isn’t that naïve. “Do you want to hurt people? Do you want to hurt me?” The second part comes out more hesitantly than Xander intended.

Spike seems to really consider Xander’s question. He slides back into the human face and holds his body still, his head cocked to the side. “No and no.” He finally admits before his face falls back into a smirk, eyebrow cocked and blue eyes sparkling. “Only in a good way, that is. Only if you want me to.” He grins and drags Xander down into a kiss that makes the boy forget about the conversation.

Spike, though, grins into the boy’s neck when Xander licks the skin of his shoulder. He really doesn’t want to go back to his old ways, but it’s a relief to know he’ll be able to defend himself and his own again. And, of course, he’ll claim Xander soon, even turn him when the time comes, and nobody’ll touch his boy again without his permission. He makes a note to thank Glinda when they get back.

However, now he’s in an aeroplane (almost) alone with Xander and he’ll not waste this opportunity.

Xander is eager to please him and thankful, with little moans and gasps, for what he receives. Spike makes sure Xander gets more than he hopes for every time. He makes Xander stand up and pull off his clothes as soon as they are high up in the air and the “seat belt” sign goes off. Spike drinks in the sight of Xander naked in front of him, his cock hard and shining with drops of liquid at the top already. Spike smiles and undoes the buttons on his own jeans, he’s as hard as Xander is and his cock strains forward as soon as the fly is open. “Come here, luv. Turn around, sit on my lap.”

Xander struggles to comply. He’s still wet from the sex in the morning, but facing Willow with Spike’s cock up his ass?

“Come on, luv, ‘s going to be sooo good.” Spike manages to work his thumb into Xander’s ass and works the boy’s cock with the other hand until Xander can’t withstand anymore. Xander needs more to fill him. To be one with Spike has already gotten comfortable and needed.

Xander feels achingly empty when Spike pulls back his hands and uses them to hold onto his hips to guide him backwards, guide Xander onto his hardness. They both sigh when Xander is completely seated on Spike’s muscular thighs, the vampire fully sheathed in the human. They rock into each other, Spike talking dirty and Xander answering with moans and groans. He has closed his eyes against the sight of Willow, sedated and bound, on the seat across from them. Kink goes a long way, but not this far.

They’re close to the finish line when Xander feels Spike bite his shoulder, human teeth slowly morphing into vampiric ones and sinking deeply into the muscle there. Xander cries out and comes with the first pull of blood. Hot white streams shoot from between his own and Spike’s tangled fingers, one missing Willow’s shoe only by an inch.

It doesn’t hurt; Xander hadn’t been expecting pain anyway, but somehow he’s still surprised. His body is consumed by a burning hotness, that shoots through him, fills every fibre of his being, body, mind and heart with a sense of completeness that’s so strong, it’s nearly overwhelming.

Spike recognises the taste of Xander’s blood immediately from the times the boy had offered him a spoonful of it when he’d been 3-Inches-small. It’s delicious, addictive even. Still, he doesn’t drink much, just enough to get a full taste and a nicely filled belly. Spike comes shuddering only moments after Xander; while he imagines, one day, turning him as his childe, his mate, forever.



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