A Consort's Holiday
Part Seventeen
Xander stretched and rolled over in the big bed. They had checked in early and proceeded to take full advantage of the facilities.
The blow jobs in the shower. The rimming Spike gave as Xander leaned out the window, and of course who could forget the way Spike's toes actually touched the bed over his head. Impressive as hell.
Gotta love a flexible vampire. And he did. Several times.
Thinking it over Xander was really surprised by the fact that he was in no way freaking out. Everything between them had happened so quickly, starting in Vegas, solidifying in Kermit's outer office, and progressing to here.
Certainly seemed like there should be freakage, but...nope.
Propping himself up on an elbow, Xander examined the face of the man in the bed next to him.
Spike was all the things Xander couldn't stand. Snarky, rude, scheming, arrogant, and selfserving.
He was also the only two things Xander required. Faithful and loving. It made all the other qualities not only tolerable but kind of appealing.
He knew sometime soon he would have to contact Willow and let her in on his new status. When he did, she, in turn, would tell the others.
It was not something he was looking forward to.
But it was also not something that brought him too much concern. He had spent his whole life worried about what others thought of him. Now he only cared about one.
And he knew exactly what Spike thought.
Thanks to the blood and the security of the bond. It was more than a marriage. It wasn't about til death cause even that wouldn't part them.
It tied them together in a way a simple gold band couldn't. Xander knew his friends loved him like a brother. He loved them like family.
But Spike was his all. And that was enough.
From the looks of the light framing the outside of the curtain, Xander knew it was still too early to rise.
Stifling another yawn he rolled over on his other side and began wiggle scooting till his back fit securely against
Spike's chest.
Immediately the smaller stronger arm surrounded him and pulled him close. Xander closed his eyes and drifted back to sleep.
The next time he roused he knew it was dark out. Just a few days ago he would have been harping at Spike to get up and get moving, but somewhere along the road he had come to realize that Spike was right.
Life wasn't about the destination. It was about the journey along the way. And so far this had been a hell of a journey.
Besides they were getting close. One more day's traveling and they should be in New Mexico.
Spike had taken all this lightly but Xander knew better. He had done his homework. For once.
He could research when he wanted to. He knew they would be arriving on the first night of the full moon. Better than that, it was a blue moon.
Second full moon of the month. Pure magic.
Aliens loved the full moon. The National Enquirer said so.
Whenever they interviewed a couple from Brazil, Yugoslavia, or Ohio that had been abducted, it was always on a full moon.
The most persuasive testimony was from that seventy year old woman in Toledo who had a high tech, other worldly, tracking device microchip implanted in her hemorrhoid.
He kept the clipping. Yup, all took place on a full moon. Unknown to Spike, he had brought Preparation H.
Spike casually rolled over on his other side so Xander would not see him snicker.
Too lost in his own thoughts and excitement, Xander was not aware that Spike was already awake and monitoring.
He really was crazy about that boy.
His unlife had hit a rut. It was aimless and pointless till one day out of nowhere came the last person he thought he would ever see again.
The sudden snapping around nearly gave him a wonderful case of whiplash. Just goes to prove that at any time in your life you never know what is waiting around the corner.
It's always too soon to give up.
Xander was the best thing that ever happened to him and he hated to see him disappointed. They would make it to Roswell by morning.
How long would it take to realize there were no aliens? Thank goodness he would have someone as understanding
as Spike to soften the blow.
He would comfort the boy and allow him to give Spike a long luxurious blow job, perhaps in a bubble bath, no
wouldn't want the boy to drown, very inconvenient.
"SPIKE!"
Spike's eyes popped open to see that he had entwined himself around Xander's body and was actively humping
his leg.
"For God's sake, Lassie, is Timmy down the fuckin' well again?"
Unashamed, Spike stretched and finally jumped from the bed. "Sorry, Love."
Xander checked mentally - nope, he wasn't. "Let's go. Up and at 'em. Quick shower. Quick wank, and hit the road."
Spike was already waddling towards the bathroom, hand over his ass to minimize the leakage.
Xander swelled with pride.
Xander swelled with the memory.
Xander just swelled.
Figuring he might as well take care of the problem while Spike showered, he searched he floor for the lube.
Both men groaned and hardened with the shared zing of mutual masturbation They whispered to each other, their
voices separated by feet and walls, seemed just inches away.
The endearments made easier by the space between them, each gave from the heart.
Xander could almost feel the pounding of the water as Spike relaxed back on Xander's pillow.
By the point of climax, it was no longer clear whose hands and fingers were where. Neither could tell what
was real and what was imagined.
Neither cared.
Part Eighteen
The landscape of New Mexico was entirely different than anything Xander was accustomed to.
California had heat, but it was a humid, sweat inducing, mosquito biting type of heat.
New Mexico was dry. It was hot and flat and dry as dust.
Both men felt flaky and crusty from long hours of driving through a landscape that consisted of sand dotted with tumbleweeds and, oh yes, more sand.
They had brought what Spike considered ridiculous amounts of bottled water and were now arguing over the
last one.
Spike's patience was wearing thin and he was not above playing the sympathy card. "Xan, Love, if you don't give me the last of the water there is a real danger of me drying up, turning to dust and blowing away. You don't want your vampire dusted do you.?"
Xander had no sympathy to spare. "Spike, my sweet, you touch the water and I will dust your ass myself."
Rapidly feeling his temper flare, Spike went for the big guns.
"Xander Harris! I, William the Bloody, your Master, am giving you an order. Reach in the backseat and give me the goddamn water bottle. And be fuckin' quick about it."
Spike snapped his fingers confidently.
Xander knew when he had been bested.
Demurly he unhooked his seatbelt.
Xander turned in his seat and settled on his knees.
"Yes, Master. Your wish is my command."
He then reached over the back of the seat picked up the last unopened bottle and quickly unscrewed the cap. Before Spike could get a clue, Xander had half of it swallowed.
Slamming on the brakes, Xander fell backward smacking his back into the dashboard and spraying the mouthful
of water throughout the interior of the car.
Laughing manically, Spike again stepped on the gas. Xander was furious.
How had he ever thought Spike's quirky behavior was cute? Well this called for drastic measures.
He was pulling out all the stops.
Scrambling into the backseat, Xander rummaged through their overnight case locating instantly what he needed.
"That's it, Spike!" Xander dramatically unbuttoned and unzipped his pants.
"I'm Jacking off Spike! I'm going to pull on this puppy till it is too pooped to pop for a week!"
Spike went rigid in his seat. 'HE WOULDN'T DARE!'
Repositioning the rear view mirror Spike tried to keep one eye on the road and one on the backseat.
He was horrified to see Xander recklessly slapping excessive amounts of lube on his already exposed cock.
And he was using the good stuff!!
"Stop it!! Stop it right now!"
"OH GOD, Spike! This is it. I'm lovin' it! The balls are next, Spike. I'm touchin' the balls!"
Spike was stunned that Xander would go to such unbelievable lengths.
Had he no limits?
Had he no appreciation for Spike's position in this fucked up relationship?
"Damn it Xander. Get your hands off that thing right now! Drop the lube and get your hands in the air. Don't piss
me off any more than I already am. You'll be sorry."
Spike frantically scanned the roadside for a place to pull over.
In the meantime Xander continued to moan, groan and flop around the back seat like a trout out of water.
"I'm coming Spike. Open an umbrella cause it's gonna be a big one. It's all for you, Baby! Here it comes you ass"
And before Spike could respond Xander let rip a fart of monumental proportions.
"Jesus H. Christ! Did you shit yourself? Cause I sure the hell ain't cleaning that up"
Spike got the car to the side of the road and fell out gasping before he had the chance to remember that he didn't need
to breath.
Xander took his time.
He opened the back door and stepped out calmly. He was unaffected. He had smelled worse. He had caused worse.
Leisurely tucking his still flaccid member away Xander zipped up and waited for the fall out.
It took only as long as it took Spike to get to his feet and charge around to the passenger side of the car.
Seeing him coming, Xander turned to run. He got about fifty feet when he stopped dead in his tracks. Skidding to a stop behind him Spike hooked Xander's neck in a head lock.
"Wait, Spike, look!"
Trying to wipe the blind fury from his vision, Spike saw what Xander was pointing to. It was a large rectangular sign posted in the desert that read.
ROSWELL NEW MEXICO
DEBRIS FIELD
UFO CRASH SITE
WELCOME!
Part Nineteen
Xander's eyes were big as saucers. His smile bright as the sun Spike was no longer privy to see. His entire body vibrated with the joy and excitement of the mysteries of the desert.
"We're here Spike! We really are here!"
Xander threw his arms around Spike's shoulders. He gave the vampire a tight hug, and a deep kiss.
With no further comment or conversation, Xander turned and took off running into the moonlit expanse ahead of him.
The thoughts and emotions flooding from Xander were so jumbled and overwhelming, Spike was temporarily taken aback.
Slapping his hands over his ears to try to stifle the mental chaos shooting unchecked from his consort, Spike squeezed his eyes shut and fell to his knees.
After a few minutes he was able to block the images that were weakening as the distance between them grew. Pulling himself to his feet Spike strained to see where Xander had gone.
Thankfully the landscape was flat and the moon was full offering a surprising amount of light that combined with
Spike's enhanced vision allowed him to catch sight of Xander as he leaped over a sand mound into a crevass and out of sight.
"XANDER!"
Spike took off at a dead (of course) run. Switching to his vampire visage to enhance his speed, sense of smell and ability to see, Spike tried desperately to follow the path his consort had taken.
He was amazed at the distance Xander, a puny human, had traveled.
Recognizing the upcoming sand cliff as the one he had seen Xander leap into Spike flung out his arms allowing his
trademark black coat to billow around him dramatically.
Flying into the air, Spike landed face first with a "whomp!"
The sand dune was less than five feet high.
Xander was sitting cross legged behind it waiting patiently.
"Hey, Spike, there you are. What do you think? Good spot, huh? How long do you think it will take for them to come?
Do you think they will come close enough to get a picture?"
Spike rolled over spitting sand.
His first urge was to spew forth an unchecked stream of insults and obscenities, and if this had been anyone else he would already be on his third "Ignorant motherfucker".
But this was his Xander. His Consort, and knowing Xander was in for one of the biggest disappointments of his young
life, Spike just could not hurt him further.
"Yeah, looks like a good spot, Love, but you know they don't come every night. Maybe we missed them. Why don't we go find a room in town and tomorrow soon as the sun goes down we can do the museums and gift shops."
Xander frowned "So what are you saying Spike? Cause I thought you wanted to be here too."
Scooting over to sit next to his pet, Spike put his arm around Xander's shoulders. "I do, Xan. Can't think of anywhere I would rather be than sitting here with my favorite guy."
Xander squinted at him suspiciously. 'Only one way to really know' he thought. Slipping on his mental moccasins, Xander decided to take a stroll through the complex junk yard that was Spike's brain.
"WHAT?"
Xander leaped to his feet and faced off with his vamp. "What? Hey, stop that! Some thing's are just private, Boy!"
Spike also stood and, with his hands on his hips, held his ground.
"Let me tell you something, smartassvamp. There is scientific evidence to prove the aliens come here. And this is NOT as you so eloquently thought it, as pointless as a vampire with life insurance."
Xander turned his back to Spike and with a huff crossed his arms over his chest. Then as an after thought tossed over his shoulder, "And by the way, FUCK YOU!"
Now outraged Spike stomped his Doc Martin in the sand causing a dusty cloud to puff up around his legs.
"Fuck me? Seems last night you were begging me to fuck you, you ungrateful brat. Brought you here without complaint didn't I? Did all this just for you. Just cause I don't believe in them doesn't mean I don't believe in you, you shithead."
Xander was dumbstruck. Whirling back he faced Spike with tears in his eyes "Oh God, Spike. That was the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me. I am so sorry. I love you!"
Xander threw his arms around his master vampire and held him close. Pulling back only marginally he dove in for a
deep plunging kiss.
Spike humbly accepted the apology while trying frantically to remember what he had just said in the hope to save
and use it again in the near future.
Clutching and groping at each other in the dark cool desert Xander and Spike were both too engrossed in each other
to notice the huge air ship silently approaching from behind.
Part Twenty
Spike and Xander were in total sync.
Each of their thoughts had climbed aboard the same porn train and were scanning the tracks for obstacles.
They mathematically calculated the distance from the road in direct correlation to the height of the sand mound they were tussling behind.
They scientifically measured the light of the moon added to the beams of any passing cars divided by the length and
direction of the aim of the beam and decided, Fuck it.
The only equation that added up was the fact that the angle of Spike's dangle was in direction proportion
to the heat of Xander's meat.
If any passing motorists saw them they didn't give a flying fig. Both knew they could cum and go before the cops got to them. After all, practice did make perfect.
Frantically fumbling with the buttons and zippers between them, Xander slowed only slightly needing the vampires
last minute assurance. "You don't think it's too bright out here do you?"
"Nay, was a minute ago, but the moon seems to have disappeared. Dark as fuck now."
When the realization of Spike's comment seeped into both lust addled brains, the two men stopped, and together,
looked cautiously skyward.
The ship that hovered directly above them was huge. Xander was only a tad disappointed to see that contrary to all he had read there were no whirling lights, no side windows with faceless beings standing watch.
No beeping musical notes.
It was however, black as the night itself. If it weren't for the bright moon in the night sky they might not have been
able to discern it at all.
The ship's outline against the moon light looked like an eclipse of the sun.
Imposing and intimidating, it had to have been the size of several football fields. It hung silently in the air, making no move to rise, fall, or unfortunately, leave.
Slapping on his false bravado, Spike lit a cigarette with shaky hands. "So Pet, these the folks you been expecting?"
Try as he may, Xander could not form a coherent thought or word. "Urple?"
They waited.
The minutes stretched like hours as nothing seemed to change. "Well, Love, I don't know about you but I believe I have seen what we came for so I think I will be headed back to the car now. You coming?"
Xander finally tore his eyes away from the craft above them and refocused on Spike who was slowly backing
away. "Yeah, yeah, I'm good. Maybe....."
Before another word or step could be advanced, a blinding beam of blue light shot straight down flooding both men
in it's paralyzing force.
Unable to move, whether from fear or alien design, each stared at the other with the same resignation felt as in all past apocalypse.
Then, just as suddenly as it came on, the light was gone.
Unfortunately, so were Spike and Xander.
The only thing left in the spot where they stood was the butt of a still smoldering cigarette and the lingering echo
of two voices screaming.
"OH FUCK!!"
The night sky over the desert was again bright and clear in the glow of the full moon. Lizards scampered about leaving small swirly trails in the sand.
One munched happily on the remnants of a cold Lucky Strike.
Xander slowly swam to the surface of a conscious mind. He felt like he had passed out after waaay too much to drink.
Cautiously he waited for the sledgehammer of a hangover to smack him in the forehead. None arrived.
Gingerly he opened one eye and tried to recall just how he and his nefarious master had spent the evening. He remembered dancing. He remembered arguing and, snicker, making up.
Generally when he woke like this, something hurt. If not the head, then the tenderness in his ass was the friendly reminder.
In his attempt to slip a hand to his butt, Xander came wide awake to several realizations. Even with his eyes wide open the room was pitch black.
Not just dark, but the total absence of light. Darker than dark. Dark and gloomy as Angel's sex life. Oh God, that was dark!
SHIT! Blind?
Next, he was naked. That generally never happens without Spike's help and he definetly felt alone.
And last, but certainly not least, he was strapped to a cold marble type table.
Xander's first thought was of course 'AHA! I was right! Now who is the dumbass?'
Searching mentally for his vampire and the chance to shove an "I told you so" in his brain, Xander was somewhat
confused when he couldn't find him.
He tried again to either send or receive and felt only a blank wall. Suppressing the urge to panic, Xander instead tried to
use any understanding the consort blood and connection had.
He felt fairly certain that Spike was not dust. He was not sure why he knew that, but his heart told him that if that was the case he would also absolutely know it.
Well here comes a disturbing thought. What if Xander himself was dead. No, that didn't seem right either.
Finally deciding he had waited long enough for the party to start Xander began struggling and screaming.
"LET ME OUT!! SPIKE! SPIKE! Where the fuck are you?"
The last part came out more whimper than shout.
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