November 2031
Jean entered his father's room silently, watching as the shadows passed across the skies and made the day seem so much more surreal. Since his companion's death, Spike had been withdrawn, every so often retreating into himself for days, sometimes weeks. Now, with the anniversary of Anne's death looming over their heads, all of the grief the vampire had felt on that fateful yet precious day of her demise, had returned ten fold.
Spike curled against himself on the bed. Clutched against his chest was Anne's journal, his present to her on her 25th birthday. That was the night that Anne had shared with him the most precious gift he had ever received save for the day when Baby was returned to him. Through death and life, Baby was his, and Anne was an important factor in that through recent events. So long as the Elarum was safe, his Dove was protected.
The ultimate sacrifice had been made, and it was lingering and painful. For months the family had watched as Anne faced her demise head on. She showed such strength and gave so much to them all. She was so young. The only other her death had affected harshly was Jean, who loved Anne more than anyone knew. It saddened Spike that his son should be as lost to grief as he was.
Jean looked upon the body of his Sire; his father, draped in sheets of satin, curled into a trembling mass, and approached the bed. He sat himself gently on its edge, and laid his head down on the pillow next to his fathers head.
"Papa? You are doing it again. You let the grief swallow you, and it will only do just that, you will have no life, papa. Just as before. It will crumble around you… if you let it. You have lost so much in past times; can you not now live with what you have?"
Spike sighed, and Jean reached round him, moving the journal from his grasp, and placing it on the nightstand. He let his hand linger on the soft leather before releasing it and turning back to Spike.
"Please papa, I cannot lose you again. I feel your pain as if it is my own, and I know, in your own way you loved her…" He hung his head, and his voice lowered to hover through the silence of the room. "I loved her too, and I love you. Father. Sire." Jean placed his arm around Spikes torso, and gently brushed his palm against his skin, willing his father to turn to face him.
Spike rolled over slowly, following Jean's encouraging touch, and as their eyes met, he saw his own pain reflected in the brown orbs that met the blue of his own, and a silent understanding came between the two men. The love between them was astounding; they shared not only family and grief, but an all-encompassing desire to be needed, to be loved.
Realisation of the true meaning of Jean's words dawned upon the elder vampire through his own thoughts, and tears stained his cheeks as he spoke. "Let me love you, son? Share your love with me?"
Jean nodded his head, and slowly leaned over and placed a kiss on his father's lips. "I love you, Papa…"
Spike's hands were quivering with urgency as he wrestled with the buttons of Jean's shirt; the need to feel skin on skin, cool on cool, was overwhelming to him. The need for comfort, overpowering his every thought...He was calmed by a cool hand on his chest.
"Sssh Papa, let me…"
Jean's habit of breathing returned with a vengeance as he saw the glazed look of lust in the dusty blonde's eyes. He felt as if he would drown, if he allowed himself to be lost in the heavenly oceanic blue pools of desire, and dragged his gaze away, letting it linger on the firm figure of the body under him.
As he removed his shirt, Spike practically pounced on him, attacking him with a ferocious needy kiss, full of passion, and sweet, aching pain… Jean softened the kiss, as Spike's lips parted once more, and he slid his tongue into the cool wetness, exploring every crevice of the vampire's mouth as if he were on a new adventure. He had spent time in his father's bed before now, but this, was somehow different. This was sharing, not bonding. Love for love, grief for grief…. Silent understanding....
Jean slipped away from Spikes caress and stood in a swift movement. Slowly he unzipped his pants, and shimmied out of them seductively, all the while watching Spike's eyes on his body. He shivered. He had only before felt like this when he had been with René, his love, his brother; and now, to receive the same engrossing look of awe from the man who had renewed his life so many years ago, was beyond anything Jean had imagined.
His nipples sharpened into tight peaks as he stood naked, like a statue being adored. And as Spike reached out a hand and raked it across his chest and to his inner thigh, his breath caught in his throat and anticipation grew for more of that touch, the feel of more of that skin, and the tender caress of his lover's hand. His cock hardened as Spike sat up in the bed, and the covers slipped away revealing the true beauty of his glorious nakedness. The firm chest and abs, the erect shaft jutting out against his stomach… And then Spike smiled, a true smile, and wrapped his arm around Jean's waist, pulling his body to him, and resting his head against the firmness there…
Jean threaded his fingers through Spike's hair, willing him to know that this was more than bonding. That this was a consummation of the act they performed that night; that seemed so long ago now... As if sensing Jean's thoughts, Spike nodded slowly, and began kissing the soft skin around Jean's abdomen, never wavering as he slowly and deliberately snaked his tongue out, and licked down, mouthing open kisses as he manipulated Jean's body closer to his own, and, finally reaching his goal, trailed the tip of his tongue along the entire length of the young vampire's straining hardness, before cutting a released gasp short and engulfing the shaft in his mouth.
Jean couldn't believe this was happening. Spike was causing sensations he had experienced before, but this entire scenario was new for him. The two of them alone, loving in the shadows; and now, a mouth on his cock moving in time with his unnatural breaths… His legs felt as if they were going to give way when he felt a cool hand slide around the side of his ass, and tease the flesh there, a finger slightly flicking over the puckered entry and then swooping under and past his balls, trailing along his scrotum.
***
The feel of Jeans cock in his mouth, and fingers threading through his hair, almost massaging his scalp in frenzied motions, was driving Spike wild with desire. He felt his own cock grow harder still as he heard Jean moan from deep within him, the reverberations of it causing a sensation that moved through Spikes entire body… then, Jean was pulling away, and Spike looked at him, confusion evident on his face.
***
Looking down at his lover, Jean brought his hands to Spike's chest, and pushed
him backwards onto the bed, so his legs hung from the sides, and manoeuvred
himself until he was straddling the blond's hips. Taking in the sight before
him he sighed...
"You are so beautiful…."
He leaned down and captured Spikes lips in a kiss, softly and slowly exploring and tasting, running his tongue along the edges of teeth, and as he did so, he reached his hand up to find a nipple and rolled it between his thumb and forefinger, eliciting an erotic growl from the man beneath him. His fingers raked along Spike's sides, and then he took his cock and began to stroke, soft, yet strongly, until precum began coating the luscious length. In one swift motion, Jean raised himself above his lover and lowered himself slowly onto the shaft.
***
Spike felt more than heard Jean's hiss as he entered him, and he ran his hands across supple thighs as Jean lowered himself further onto his cock, the tight skin around the hole, loosening with every movement. It was exquisite torture, and he had to stop himself from thrusting upwards, when Jean suddenly pushed down, hard, and he felt himself deep inside his new companion…
"Oh fuck Spike! You feel so good… Oh fff...uck" Jean wailed as he raise himself and then sank back down onto Spike's cock.
"Oh God! So good, so tight. I… oh shit…"
Jean captured Spike s mouth in a searing kiss, almost feeling heat rise between them as their bodies melded together in the passion of their lovemaking, and then, slow and easy wasn't enough, and Jean plunged himself down, and began riding his sire.
He grasped his lover's hand and entwined it with his own around his still aching length, and pumped until they were rhythmically moving with each other. He felt Spike deeper and deeper inside him, and longed for more, just something to tip him over the edge and send both of them into the oblivion of orgasmic bliss, and as if it was written in prophecy, the younger vampire bared his neck in submission to his sire, and willed him to renew the gift of companionship that had once been bestowed upon him..
***
Spikes eyes glazed as he saw the needy flesh, and without thought, he lifted Jean, and shifted their positions so that Jean was on his knees, leaving his body only once, before plunging back into it, and watching as it arched beneath him in ecstasy. He pounded into Jean's tightness, relentlessly grasping Jean's cock, as the younger vampire's hand moved to grip the cool satin of the bed sheet. He thrust deeper than before, until he felt as if he would explode with the joy of sharing Jean's body…
***
Jean had never felt anything so possessive before... The sensual deepness of his lover's thrusts combined with the knowledge that he had offered himself, and Spike would accept, was consuming and overwhelming, tears fell onto the sheets as he felt Spike kiss his shoulder, before he shifted into game face and sank his fangs into the flesh above his right shoulder blade, marking Jean as his once more…
***
And as they were tumbling into the slumber of ecstasy, releasing over and inside; falling from the edge of the cliff of family into the seas of lovers and companions, Spike accepted Jean as his own knowing he was loved by this man who had shared himself with him, and Jean knew he would always be second best, but while he was with Spike, it wouldn't matter, because he was loved.
~Fin~