Title: Chapter 2 Consummate

Disclaimer: Not mine damn it!

Notes: Thank you to spikeztruluv for the first review on Chapter One and for encouraging me to write more. I was torn whether to leave it as just a one off or make it a series but here I am… decided… very unusual for me.

"Don't look at me like that!"

"You shouldn't have let him in."

Spike blinked, awakened by the voices.

"And miss all that?"

"Sounded good didn't it?"

"Esster'd!"

"What? It did!"

"Yeah alright but we know only Spike came."

Spike did a mental double take on what the voices were talking about.

"So Asara is due… umm how to put this?"

"A good once over?"

"Jeez Esster'd what's up with you this morning?"

"Nothing…"

"You're jealous!"

"Er…"

"How can you be jealous of that? Of him?"

"I'm not jealous of him. I'm jealous of what they have."

"It's perverted."

"Yimila!"

"Well it is!"

Asara sighed and winced as her body reminded her she was not alright. Spike leant over her and smiled.

"Good morning," he whispered.

"Morning," she answered before kissing him briefly. "So no morning regrets?"

Spike shook his head very firmly before lifting his eyes to the door were the argument raged. Asara sighed again. This was going to be hard. Spike looked back down at Asara before rolling her onto her back so he could see her face clearly.

"It'll be ok," Spike said seriously.

Asara stared at him.

"I know you heard that," she started. "Everyone is going to take time to get use to this but Yimila is going to do something. I think she might even go against pack hierarchy system to stop this."

"If I'm going to be a part of this bloody pack I think I need to know the rules. What system? I thought you people didn't have a leader," Spike lay on his stomach, gazing at Asara.

"Erghhh," Asara grumbled, knowing it was going to be hard to explain this. "Normally a pack have an Alpha male and female and then lots of subs and they have a complex pecking order. With us we're all outcasts who have lost their families or have been rejected by them and we have a decided lack of males, so no alphas. We're all good, close friends, family now but it's like a democracy. We vote then go with majority."

"Yesterday you did something against your particular rules didn't you?" Spike remembered the display.

"Yes. I demanded Yimila let you go and when she didn't I threatened her," Asara nodded. Something I vowed never to do.

"She didn't back down," Spike remembered the claws digging into his back. "Why did it all change went you froze?"

Asara dropped her eyes and Spike touched her cheek at which she looked back up at him.

"I've always been pack defender. I've got the most vicious streak, but loyal. I'm the best fighter and the others know it but Yimila has always been number two, always silently fighting me for that position. Last night it came to head over you and she backed off when I went still because that's my true mind when I fight. No posturing, no messing around, just the kill."

"Will she challenge you?" Spike asked.

Asara jerked,

"God I hope not!"

"That means something else to you doesn't it?" Spike hadn't expected that reaction.

"It means to the death Spike. Never say that unless you're out of options. If she does and I lose, which is a real possibility at the moment, you stand no chance," Asara grabbed his arm, suddenly worried.

"Hey!" Spike cried out before pulling Asara into his arms.

She relaxed, soothed by Spike's hand running down her back. He'd thought that Asara was better when she suddenly tensed and stared at him, eyes wide.

"What?" Spike asked.

Asara shook her head.

"What is it pet?" Spike asked, apprehensive.

Asara covered her mouth with her hand.

"Will you tell me what's going on in that bloody brain of yours?" Spike growled, getting pissed.

"Two dominate natures, two sexes," Asara whispered.

Spike frowned, trying to understand before he hissed his understanding,

"We've filled the Alpha positions!"

Asara buried her head into his chest. Spike hugged her to him, still frowning. Asara wasn't telling him everything. What's so bad about being pack leaders? Except I don't have a clue.

Asara wasn't telling him everything for a reason. She didn't know what was really going to happen when Spike met the pack as her mate and then even if they accepted him, there was the regional pack meetings and there was no way he'd be acknowledged there. Yimila's reaction would be the norm among the shifter population. God we're a prejudice race!

"Talk to me about something else," Asara whispered. "Please. I can't think about this now."

"Ok," Spike started petting her hair, thinking. He didn't get very far as his mind jumped straight onto what had happened the day before. He grew hard at the thought and knew to be classed as Asara's true mate they were going to have to have sex. And I really want to be her mate!

Asara was enjoying the strokes running through her hair. It was relaxing her when she felt Spike grow hard against her hip and then she suddenly felt anything but relaxed. Lifting her head from his shoulder, stilling his hand, she caught one glance of his face, they way it showed his every feeling. Or in this case his want, his need and shut up Asara and kiss him! She licked her lips, watching Spike's gaze fix on them before she leant in and pressed her lips to his. Wrapping his arms around her, Spike deepened the kiss, trying to find some revenge for the torment torment yeah right she visited on him the previous day. Running one hand up her back Spike caught the back of her head, holding her to him. The other hand ventured down to her arse and cupped a smooth white globe, pulling her into his erection. Asara moaned into the kiss, arching up against him.

Spike rolled her onto her back and stared down at her.

"So beautiful," he whispered.

Asara blushed, not use to the attention.

"So beautiful," Spike repeated dipping his head to kiss her neck. "So powerful." Another kiss. "So intoxicating." This time Spike bit down gently and Asara's hands flew to his head, encouraging him on. Spike sucked the skin over her jugular making a red welt appear on the skin before he began trailing kissed down her skin.

When Spike reached her breasts Asara yelped.

"Pet?" Spike lifted his head.

"Sorry," Asara mumbled. "Nature."

"Cry out whatever you like," Spike told her, tongue flicking out catching a pebble like nipple.

"Oh god," Asara moaned as he latched onto offendingly dry rosebud.

Just as Asara thought she'd burst from the encounter Spike stopped… and moved to the other nipple, where he used his teeth to pull a noise from her . Asara cried out meaninglessly before she began panting Spike's name over and over. Desperate for more Asara moved her hips, silently begging. Spike complied, moving his mouth down her body until he was suddenly grabbed and hauled back up her body by his hair.

"No!" Asara hissed, face sliding madly. "I don't have the control or energy to last that long. I need you in me, buried deep."

Spike nodded, kissing her deeply whilst his fingers sought out her entrance. Asara bucked as his fingers slid in,

"Spike!"

Finding her wet and ready for him Spike growled low in his chest and things in Asara's body tightened in response before she growled back at him. She spread herself wider and Spike positioned himself, tip just inside her opening. Their eyes met and he thrust home in one powerful stroke. Asara cried out, scoring his back without meaning to as her body adjusted to this completely new sensation of being stretched almost impossibly wide. Spike stopped the instance she'd call out and he waited, body shaking until Asara looked at him again.

"You ok?" he grounded out.

She nodded,

"This is… I don't have words."

Spike smiled a pure masculine smile before slowly pulling out of her and Asara's eyes rolled back in her head. He nearly came all they way back out before pushing back in at a frustratingly slow, deliberate pace. As he sank in the third time Asara thrust back against him, wrapping her legs around his and Spike groan as he was driven deeper. The pace grew faster as they couple tried to find each other's soft spots, each wanting this to be perfect for the other. They climbed higher until they stood on the very brink of pleasure and then Spike thrust down for the last time. Asara and Spike cried out each others names as they came together. He collapsed onto Asara, panting for unneeded breath before Asara shifted under him and Spike pulled back to look at her. Asara stared at him, eyes wide as it sunk home that the man above her was her mate, for life. Spike began to get a little worried when she didn't say anything and just as he thought he should say something Asara smiled.

Spike got a bit flustered by intenseness of it,

"What?"

"I just realised that your him," Asara replied.

"Him?" Spike frowned.

"You know… the one? You're my mate for life and I don't think there's anyone better out there," Asara smiled, perfectly happy.

"Oh," Spike had never been called that before and it made it warm inside.

Asara grinned as she watched him struggle before she kissed him and soothed all the tension out of him.

"Well I suppose that answers that," Esster'd grinned.

Juidon whacked her but didn't argue. The pack was lying in a sprawl on the specially designed lounge floor but they could quite clearly hear what was going on upstairs. Yimila kept quiet, knowing the others would gradually accept Spike into their lives but she would never get over it. It wasn't personal she'd just never liked vampires. Others have to be told she thought glancing at the ceiling.

"Spike," Asara prodded him. "Spike."

"Leave me alone," Spike mumbled into the pillow. He was tired because his internal clock was all screwed and he was all screwed.

"I'm hungry," Asara wined.

"Get your own dinner," Spike told her.

"Aren't you hungry?" she asked.

Spike's stomach growled,

"No."

Asara laughed before pushing him out of bed and he hit the floor with a resounding thump.

"Bloody hell! What'c'ya do that for?" Spike asked, staring up at her from the mess of the duvet.

"We need to put in an appearance together," Asara told him, getting up and stretching.

Spike watched her with hungry eyes. Asara caught his eyes and grinned,

"Later."

Spike stood and hauled her close,

"I think now."

Asara kissed him hard, then pushed him away,

"Later."

Spike grumbled and walked towards the door.

"Er Spike?" Asara called out from behind him as he passed out of the landing.

"Yeah?" he replied.

"Not that anyone will mind but umm about the lack of clothes," Asara followed him out.

Spike turned to face her and unfortunately straight into the oncoming path of Esster'd as she came out the bathroom. Esster'd stepped back, looked down, back up, down and then at Asara.

"Nice!" she grinned.

Asara was in too good a mood to be embarrassed.

"Yeah," she smirked.

Spike looked a bit edgy but he obligingly put on the leer for Esster'd, who eyed him again. Asara smiled. If Spike was indeed going to be Alpha male then he was going to need to deal with this because she could hear the others climb the stairs.

"Asara!" Juidon cried, raced over and hugged her.

Asara squeezed back just before the whole lot descended on her in an enormous group hug. Laughing happily Asara broke free and caught Spike's expression. He was torn between happiness for her, jealously at being left out and just a little bit apprehensive now everyone was here.

The others turned as one to stare at Spike who was getting more nervous by the second. He was perfectly comfortable with being naked but there something in the looks that worried him. The pack began walking round him, sniffing, touching and Spike knew he was being judged whether he was worthy. He lifted his gaze from the circling predators to look at Asara who smiled gently and Spike suddenly acted on instinct. Stepping forward which produced growls from the others Spike approached Asara, lifting his hands palms up. He knelt at her feet, bowed his head and waited.

Asara watched Spike supplicate himself and her heart skipped a beat. Laying her hands on his upturned ones she placed a kiss on his head and then knelt down in front of him. Spike said nothing but when she kissed him he responded, nothing could stop the call in his blood.

Suddenly they were pulled apart and Spike was prepared to fight when he realise the others were sniffing Asara. One by one they pressed their faces into hers and yipped quietly. Once this was done they turned to Spike who stayed still, letting them make the decisions. Juidon approached first and sniffing carefully first, she pressed her face to his and yipped quietly. Spike cleared his throat and surprised them all by yipping back. Even Asara raised an eyebrow.

The others quickly followed suit and Spike was welcomed into the pack. Asara touched Juidon arm and the woman shook her head. Yimila was gone. Asara bowed her head and tears rolled down her face and Juidon moved to comfort her but Spike beat her to it. Cradling her in his arms he just held her, watching the others, knowing exactly who wasn't here and why. The pack was losing one member and gaining another and they were very confused but one of their number was hurting. They moved in and touched Asara in comforting gestures. After a while Asara straightened and thanked the group with a smile and Spike with a kiss, then her stomach grumbled at being ignored and the others laughed, breaking the sad atmosphere.

Yimila had left the house as the others had gone upstairs. Changing as soon as she was clear of the house she had run in her true form as it was far quicker to get to her destination this way. She was going towards the nearest big pack and its Alpha who was one of the main reasons why the regions groups met. Yimila also knew that he didn't like any other demons but shifters and she smiled. Oh he'd have something to say about this, no doubt about it.