Letters of . . .
by
Cobalt Mystic
26...Unification, Pt 2 Ritual
Angel caught his Childe’s eye, wordlessly indicating it was time for his contribution. As the older vamp moved silently to the edge of the bed he rolled up his sleeve and tore into his forearm.
Grabbing Xander’s hand, Spike entwined their fingers and, as Angel proffered his bloodied arm to the pair, Spike, in turn, presented their wrists to his Sire.
Childe and Mate each dutifully drew and swallowed a mouthful of the intense blood.
Angel followed suit, first biting Xander’s wrist then Spike’s, allowing their blood to mix on his palate. The long-lost, yet unforgettable taste of his Childe mixed with the spicy innocence of this mortal who had seen and lost so much in the few years he had known him. Once he swallowed the euphoric combination, Angel licked their wrist wounds closed, while the two drew a final mouthful of his own Sire’s Blood. Softly, the vamp eased his arm from between them. Smiling over them he whispered, “You have my blessing,” then faded back into the shadows once again.
With the elder vamp’s blood still painting their lips, teeth, and tongues, the lovers hungrily dove for their Claiming marks, or in Xander’s case, the familiar patch of perfect skin he longed to be able to permanently scar. At first they kissed and laved their chosen flesh, as their bodies moved to a hidden tempo set by the metronomic pulse of the blood rushing through Xander’s veins. As his heart rate increased so did the intensity of their love-making. Kissing turned to suckling, which gave way to biting- The Biting.
Blunt human teeth drove smoothly into the flesh they so often struggled to pierce, just as razor-like fangs slipped sensuously into heated human flesh.
Xander marvelled at the ease of the bite and the effortless way his lover’s blood flowed into his mouth. Blood which he greedily gulped down.
Spike felt his skin tingle where Xander’s teeth sunk into him and felt every pull on his blood with a keenness he’d never known. Both sensations seemed to increase ten-fold with every swallow of blood, and suddenly he knew this was how his lover felt each time they renewed the Claim. It was that realization, that knowledge which triggered the vamp’s tumble into ecstasy.
Their final draughts were deep and for the first time both men could taste and feel themselves in their Mate’s blood. Matching and merging emotions of love, contentment, and need consumed them combining to create a blinding euphoria culminating in an explosion of ecstasy as man and vamp came in unison- emotionally, physically, and spiritually one.
As they calmed from the unimaginably intense high, Spike withdrew his fangs to kiss and nuzzle his mark. Mimicing his Mate’s move, Xander released his clamp on Spike’s flesh and allowed his body to go lax, blanketing the vampire beneath him.
Slowly, gently their mouths met in a kiss that seemed to transcend time and tenderness.
When they ended the kiss…
…Xander found himself adrift in a shimmering saphire sea, but he wasn’t drowning or lost- he was home. And as the waves crashed upon the rock shore of his mind they spoke to him of love, desire, happiness, and truth, even as a strong clear voice told him, “I love you, Xander. You’re mine forever.”
…Spike found himself engulfed in a coffee coloured cavern, but he wasn’t dead(er) or trapped- he was home. And as the wind shifted throught the cavern of his mind it spoke to him of love, desire, happiness, and truth, even as his own voice declared, “I love you, Xander. You’re mine forever.”
Finding his voice, Xander finally spoke, “And you’re mine for just as long.”
27...Epilogue
The house was magnificent, there was no other word for it. It was three stories of Victorian elegance complete with fireplaces in all the main rooms, a library to make Gile’s envious, every window and pane was made of that amazing necro-tempered glass, and then there was the Widow’s Walk and the view from it- breath-taking. They had lived in the house for a few months now and still the opulence and care put into it shocked him, but the Scoobies had insisted- something about it being the first ‘happily ever-after’. And wasn’t that a novel concept?
Xander made his way through the large master-bedroom, his eyes falling on the carefully made bed. It was a huge four-poster monstrosity with beautifully carved engravings decorating the posts and frame. He’d asked Willow, and yes, many of the engravings were protection wards and some were more specialized spells- the kind that made Willow blush so hot he could feel it through the phone. That was one of the things he loved about his Wills, she had the power to save and destroy the world at her finger tips, but her best and oldest friend’s sex-life had her as red as her fiery hair.
Shaking his head at the thought, he absently ran his hand over the familiar bed linens. These were their bed linens- the ones from their Mating. He often wondered if Angel gave them as a gesture of goodwill or because having the reminder around gave the broody vamp mucho wiggins. It really didn’t matter why Angel had done it, since the linens did mean something to him and Spike.
As he approached the French doors he could make out his vamp’s silhouette against the night sky. Sliding up behind his lover, “Hey Beautiful. Thought I might find you out here.”
Strong arms wrapped around his slender waist and he leaned back into the warmth of the man he loved. “How’s that, then?” He asked, rolling his head to suckle Xander’s pulse point.
With shaky breath, damn vamp knows what that does to me “’cause whatever you may be, you’re a creature of the night- wild and fierce. ‘s not natural for you to stay inside.”
Spike pulled away from Xander’s inviting neck to gaze into his deep soulful eyes.
Xander just smiled and kissed his love possessively. “You miss her, don’t you.” It was more staement than question. Hells, he missed her, missed knowing that, no matter what, his vamp was never truly alone.
“Xan, you don’t think she …took my place, do you?”
Sighing softly, “Spike, you can’t think like that.” He held his vamp closer, “She loved you. And, no, I don’t think she took your place.” Xander kissed Spike’s temple, nuzzling his soft pre-gel hair. But I know she would’ve if she had to… I know because I would have, too. “Now come on, there’s violence to be had and innocents to save and sex to indulge in when we get home!”
Chuckling, Spike smiled wickedly, “We’re already home, Pet.”
The End
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