Title: No Laughing Matter 8/8
Disclaimer: I own none; all belong to Joss Whedon
Comments: Always welcomed!
Summary: Sequel to Brand New Us. Xander receives a strange package. When he opens it he and the hyena now have to fight to stay alive and Spike has to find out who it is trying to take his mate from him.
Warnings/Spoilers: Season 5
Beta'd by: Whichclothes
The next few days flew by. The torture of Dr. Weirick kept them busy. They all got into using the tools on the doctor. Only once every single tool had been used on the man did they decide they were done with him.
Xander stood in front of Dr. Weirick who could barely see him because two days ago they had used hot glue gun and glued his eyes open. Because he couldn't blink everything became blurry.
"Looks like we're done with you," Xander commented to him.
Spike walked up behind him and wrapped his arms around Xander. "You sure you don't want me to turn him? Keep him around a little longer?"
Xander scrunched up his nose. "No, we're bored. Also I really need to get back to work and you have to start doing all that master stuff that you do so well. Besides, he's starting to smell."
"How do you want it done, luv?" Spike asked.
"Want a snack?" Xander inquired. "Not sure if he'll taste good."
Spike took a deep breath. The smell of fear was still in the air. It made his mouth water. "I'm sure I can handle it. You sure you or the hyena don't want to do it? We really have to think about naming her you know."
Xander snorted. "She isn't a pet."
"Then she can name herself. Something we can actually pronounce would be nice." Spike kissed Xander's neck before pulling away.
Dr. Weirick didn't even struggle when his head was yanked to the side. He had been hoping for death for so long. Why couldn't they understand that the power should have been his? He would have done so many wonderful things. He'd have been a god and people would have feared and loved him. A loud gasp left his lips as Spike sank his teeth into his flesh and literally sucked the life out of him.
In Spike's opinion the doctor's blood tasted sour. It must have been all dark magic that tainted his blood. Only when Dr. Weirick's heart stopped bleeding and he went limp did Spike retract his fangs and back away. He spat out the remaining blood. "Bloody disgusting!"
"Sorry babe," Xander cooed. He tilted his head, inviting Spike in for a sip or two. "Want me to make it up to you?" Before Xander could blink he was in Spike's embrace with Spike's face nuzzled against Xander's throat. "That a yes?"
"You're sure you're up for it? It's only been a few days since that bastard almost killed you," Spike mumbled against the skin.
The hyena purred at Spike's affection. It had been days since they've had sex. Spike had been worrying over them, afraid they were pushing their limits and maybe they should sit down and rest a bit. He was rewarded with a smack to the back of the head from both Xander and the hyena.
"I'm sure, Spike. I wanted it… we need it." Xander gripped Spike by the hair. "Do it!"
Not having to be told a third time, Spike sank his teeth into the tender flesh. A moan escaped his throat as he drank. Reminding himself that he couldn't take too much Spike managed to pull himself away. "Fuck, pet, you have no idea what you do to me."
"I think I have an idea," Xander whispered. He quickly shed his bloodied clothes, his cock hard and ready.
"On your knees in front of the bench," Spike ordered huskily. When Xander did as he was told Spike pushed on his back, making Xander's stomach lie across the bench and his hands on the concrete floor held him up. "Perfect." Spike ran his finger over Xander's hole.
Xander groaned and Spike tortured him but pushing in slightly and then pulling out. All he could think was why wasn't Spike fucking him already?
Spike played for a few minutes, driving both Xander and the hyena crazy. "Do you want more, lovely?"
"You know we do!" Xander growled. He was given a smack on his rear end.
"Say please," Spike purred, pushing his finger in all the way wiggling until he found Xander's prostate.
Xander howled. "PLEASE!"
"That wasn't so hard was it?" Spike commented. He pulled his finger out and stripped down after pulling out a tube of lube. "Speaking of hard." Spike wrapped his hand around Xander's shaft and gave it a few strokes. "Nice and hard just for me."
"Spike…" Xander warned.
Deciding it was best to move things along before the hyena decided to take control, Spike squirted a generous amount of lube into his hand and slicked up his cock. "Don't you worry; Spike's going to take care of both of you." He guided his cock into Xander's hole. When he was pushed in all the way Spike gripped onto Xander's hips and started moving.
It wasn't fast and rough but gentle and slow, which shocked Xander considering Spike's domineering attitude just minutes before. Xander realized what Spike was doing. He was memorizing the feel of Xander. "We're not going anywhere."
"Shush," Spike said. "Just let me, yeah?" He pushed in and out of Xander.
Xander decided that as long as Spike was doing that he could do whatever he wanted.
With one hand on Xander's hips Spike's other one ran over Xander's back and up to his shoulders. His fingers raked through thick dark hair. "Tell me," Spike murmured.
"Tell you what?" Xander moaned.
"Tell me that you love me," Spike answered. "Tell me you won't leave me." Another thrust.
Xander groaned and arched his back. "I love you. We love you and we aren't going anywhere."
Pleased by the response, Spike sank his teeth into Xander's neck again. This time it was to reclaim what was his. A silent promise that he would protect them and do a better job of it.
Both came at the same time.
With a contented sigh Spike slipped out of Xander. "We'd best get this mess cleaned up."
"Yeah, we don't want the basement smelling of decay. It's a bitch to get rid of it," Xander confirmed. "You making the call to get rid of him?"
"I suppose so," said Spike. He dressed quickly and made his way to the stairs.
"Assaggi," Xander called out.
Spike stopped and stared at Xander. "Excuse me?"
"The hyena, her name is Assaggi," Xander explained. "It means strong."
"Assaggi." Spike rolled it around in his mouth. "I like it. But I'm still calling her bitch," he declared and left to make the call.
Xander sighed and shook his head. "I know. I know. I tried," Xander told the hyena. "Just don't hurt him too much; we don't want him sulking for a week again."
If having a hyena inside his head for years didn't drive Xander over the edge he was sure he could survive her and Spike fighting. God help him when he was turned!