Title: Brand New Us Epilogue
Disclaimer: I own none; all belong to Joss Whedon
Comments: Always welcomed!
Summary: The Hyena never left Xander and now they want Spike….whole
Warnings/Spoilers: Why not Season 5
Beta'd by: Whichclothes
It was like World War Three. The entire room was filled with chaos. Punches were being thrown along with kicks. Spike and Xander were both bloody; some that of it was their own blood but most of was the enemies'.
The hyena and Spike were both able to follow the scent of Zane easily enough, his scent was still fresh. It was almost comical when Spike and Xander burst into their nest. None of the vampires had a clue of what to do. Yup Zane was definitely master material… not. One vampire even tried negotiating. He was all too eager to say he would be loyal to the new master of Cleveland. Neither Spike or Xander saw use for him. His unlife was nulled.
When the dust settled the only ones left standing were Spike and Xander. "Well that was fun," Spike commented. He wiped some blood off his face. He was pretty sure it wasn't his. With a shrug his licked the blood off his fingers, no reason to let it go to waste.
"That was just the appetizer," Xander informed Spike. "Think you're ready for the main course?"
Spike looked at Xander and saw bright green eyes staring him down. Ah, she wanted to have their tumble now. Worked for him. Spike dropped his axe at the same time Xander dropped his stake. They rushed each other Spike kicked Xander's leg out from under him just as Xander's fist connected with Spike's cheek. It packed a bit of a punch.
Xander tangled his legs with Spike's tripping him and forcing him to collapse on top of Xander. The wind had been knocked out of Xander that that didn't stop him from rolling them over and pinning Spike under him. He used one hand and grabbed a chunk of Spike's hair and forced his neck to the side. Xander dove in and bit harshly into Spike's throat.
Spike tried to struggle from under Xander's larger frame, but the damn hyena did give him more strength. They had both been holding back when they had been training. When the teeth ripped into his throat his eyes and mouth opened wide. All struggles ceased as he rode out the sensation. It was painful; it reminded him of when Drusilla first turned him. The pain was magnificent.
The fight wasn't what either of them had thought it would be but neither of them was complaining. The fight from earlier had them both hard and aching. "Bloody hell, luv. You're fucking killing me."
Xander pulled back and swiped his tongue over the wound. It would heal up in a few hours, sadly. "Could you think of a better way to go, vampire of mine?" Xander asked, his breath heaving.
"Not a chance," Spike replied and stared up at green eyes. He was panting heavily. Spike wrapped his legs around Xander's hips and started to rub himself against Xander's jean clad cock. It wasn't the most comfortable position but he needed release now! Xander obviously caught on and starting moving as well.
They were both grunting and panting. Xander's back was arched; his hands gripped Spike's biceps. Their thrusts sped up and they both came simultaneously. Xander blinked multiple times, hazel eyes reappearing, the hyena sated. "Wow, not really how I thought you two would go at it. But that definitely worked for us."
"No complaints from me, Xan," Spike said staring up at Xander. "Next time we should probably do it before we go on another killing spree of an entire vampire court though," he suggested.
"Agreed," Xander said. He yawned and rolled off Spike. "I don't know about you but I am fucking beat!"
Spike cupped his cock; he needed to change jeans before the come dried, then go out for a real meal. "Right behind you, luv."
"Let's go home, Master of Cleveland," Xander said with a big smile.
"Let's go home, second in command," Spike replied with a matching smile. Unlife was good.