Family Bonds
by
Kimalis
19
Spike had gone home via the den of the demon that was going to take care of his duster. The Zeeum demon had some talent for working with things that were once alive, leather and skins mainly. He’d revived Spike’s coat on many occasions, always in return for a bit of collection work. The guy was popular but it seemed that demon or human there was always someone who didn’t want to pay for a service. The coat would be dropped off by the apprentice later in the day. Spike promised to deal with some clients for him later in the week.
It was a fair walk from Xander’s apartment, one that wouldn’t have bothered him a few days ago, but he’d been completely buggered by the time he got home. His side was aching, nowhere near what it had been, but still it hurt. He’d pushed open the door, fully expecting to see the place trashed or taken over, but was surprised to find it in good shape. A note on the slab explained why. Tom had been over to collect his things on Friday night and had left a little Joudel spell behind to keep the unfriendlies out. Good bloke that Tom. Spike dumped his bags and checked the fridge. One bag of blood in the freezer. Pig’s blood. Well, it was that or nothing. He warmed it and swallowed it down quickly. Disgusting. He’d gotten used to the fresh human supply over the weekend. Pig’s was just filthy. Spike didn’t know how he would go back to it. He couldn’t rightly expect that Harris would keep their agreement though.
He’d carefully negotiated the ladder down to his bedroom, glad that he hadn’t tried it when he was in worse condition. That could have ended in a bloody broken mess. He stripped off the clothes he’d been wearing most of the weekend and climbed into bed. It was big, cold and empty. Nothing new there, it had been for quite a while now. But the last time he’d slept had been either in Xander’s heated bed or tangled on the couch in the boy’s arms. No point dwelling on that now. Boy had changed his mind. And bloody quickly he’d done it too. One minute lying there on the couch giving him cheek, the next on the phone with Red saying enough was enough. He’d thought they'd had a chance at something but apparently not. Best just to have buggered off quick so there was no great scene.
Spike pulled the covers over his head and slept.
~*~*~*~*~
The worksite was deserted when Xander arrived. He pulled into his space and shut off the engine. This was a familiar place. The smell of fresh turned earth, cut wood, heavy oily machines; all those combined to make him feel at home.
He let himself into the building, switched off the alarms and set about his normal routine. Power everything up, switch on the coffee pot, check the refrigerator for breakfast. The office assistant usually stocked it with something high in fat, high in cholesterol, sugar, and sodium; high in anything it should be low in. She also kept a bowl of fruit in the hopes that he might balance the pastries out a bit. It rarely happened.
She knew he was coming back to work and hadn’t disappointed. A box of Danishes and a plate of strawberries. He shifted the fruit out of the way and took out the box. A pot of coffee and a plate of heart attacks waiting to happen. Routine breakfast, Monday through Friday. Xander sat at his desk and took up the pile of phone message memos. There were a good twenty calls to be made as soon as the rest of the town was awake. Check the in-tray. Mail had mounted up, more memos, more development submissions, more distractions. If this didn’t keep his mind on track for the day then nothing could.
It was well into the afternoon before Xander stopped to take a breath, and then he wished he hadn’t. As soon as he took his mind off the endless papers in front of him, his thoughts swung back to Spike. Not giving him anything new, just rehashing the old. That was something he could do without, but his boss had brought him a bag of food and insisted he stop to eat. Xander took his lunch outside, sitting under one of the few trees that hadn’t been removed from the site. He leaned back against the trunk and ate mechanically, not paying much attention to anything, just running through each event of the weekend in his head. He was confused about Spike going so suddenly, a little hurt too but he was sure he was missing something. Anything that indicated Spike had been playing him. Each time he came up blank.
A deep resonating voice startled him out of his thoughts. “Now there’s a man with somethin’ on his mind.”
“Tom? Never expected to see you here.” Xander made to get up but at Tom’s signal he stayed put.
Tom lowered himself down with a grunt and a laugh. “Blasted ground gets further away each year.”
Xander offered his bag of sandwiches, holding it out while Tom dug around in it. “So what brings you here?”
“Oh just droppin’ off your first delivery,” he said, indicating the small cooler at his side. “Just leave this out by your door, and my guy’ll come around and fill ‘er up for you.”
Spike’s blood, he’d forgotten about the standing order. “Thanks Tom.”
“Problem? You look like someone ran over your new puppy.”
Xander looked at Tom. He was in two minds about whether to explain what had happened. If anyone would be able to help him work out what went wrong then it would be Tom. He knew Tom and Spike were not great friends but he and Rose were closer than anyone else to the vampire.
“Spike left.”
“What do you mean he left? He left town?” Tom’s voice showed his surprise.
“No, not town. Actually I don’t know, he might have left town, do you think he would?”
“Well I doubt it, so what then? He left you, your place? What happened, you boys have a fight?”
“No, well not one that I noticed. I just woke up this morning and he and all his stuff were gone, no note and he never said anything.”
“And you guys didn’t have a barney or nothin’?”
“Nope. Last thing he said was go have a shower and we were just gonna lie around and watch TV. He was feeling better and he really wanted to-. Um, he ah-. Well he was feeling much better.”
Tom laughed, “I know what you’re sayin’, me and Rosie caught the warm up act remember? And I must thank you boys for that, yes indeedy. Good value.”
Xander grimaced at Tom. Why did that just feel like walking in on your parents?
“Glad to be of service. But that was a warm up to nothing. He’s gone.”
“And you didn’t think to go ask him why? Did you want him to leave?”
“God no I didn’t want that. But I’m not chasing after him like a lovesick school boy. It’s pretty obvious Buffy was right. He was just in it for the blood and the warm bed, oh and why not get a bit of a feel while you’re there.”
“Xander, how did you jump to that conclusion? What did he do that made you think he was just lookin’ out for number one?”
“Didn’t have to jump, just took a little step and landed knee-deep in it. And what did he do? He left without a word.” Xander threw his lunch back in the bag; feeling a little sick to the stomach now.
“Look, the slayer’d have her own agenda, so you can’t say she’s right. Now I don’t know what’s in Spike’s head, but I spent a bit of time with you boys this weekend and, near fatal injuries aside, I haven’t seen him so laid back and happy for a long while. I’m havin’ a hard time seein’ him just usin’ you like you think.”
“Yeah, well evil masters can be shifty like that I guess.”
Tom snorted, “Evil master my arse. He can only pull that shite with other vampires, not you pal. You are different. And I would bet my bottom dollar that he was not tryin’ to fool you this weekend.”
“Tom, come on. Seriously. Why would he just leave like that then?”
“I think you might have got this all arse about. If you say there was no argument but then he left, somethin’s got to him, he would have let you know otherwise. You need to work out what happened.”
“But nothing happened Tom. It was fine, we were joking around, I went and had a shower, called Willow and talked to her about what Buffy did and when I came out he was asleep. Then he left before I got up.”
Tom thought for a moment. “One night at the Lion, Rose and I were in the kitchen having a bit of a disagreement; nothing serious mind, certainly not shoutin’. When I came out to the bar, that vampire of yours waltzes up from down the back of the pub, bold as brass, and tells me he agrees with Rose,” Tom paused and gave Xander a moment to catch up. “He heard us; over the TV and from the next room.”
“Yeah but even so, I was only talking to Willow about Buffy. I hardly mentioned Spike at all.”
“So what did you have to say about the Slayer?”
“God I don’t know, just her attitude, how sick of it I was, how I didn’t want to deal with it anymore. Willow told me Giles was really pissed and I said I thought he’d handled the whole thing badly or something like that.”
“Right Xander, now imagine you are a self centred guy, with a short fuse and pretty good hearin’” Tom again waited for Xander to catch him up.
Xander looked at him in disbelief. “No, that would be stupid. I wasn’t talking about him, he wouldn’t-”
“We talkin’ about the same vampire here? Of course he bloody would.”
“I don’t know Tom.” Xander wanted to believe him but could Spike have been that presumptuous?
“Well there you have my take on it. Do with it what you will. Just remember you’re dealing with a head strong demon, he’s not always going to be rational. He screwed up but don’t be too hard on him.” Tom hauled himself up from the ground with more grunting and rubbed his back. “Good mileage indeed.” He chuckled softly. “Well that’s it then, I have to get back to work. I’ll leave to you reconsider your position there Xander. Don’t be a stranger now.”
Tom waved and walked off back to the parking lot. Xander watched him go and waved at the back of the truck as Tom pulled out on to the street. He hoped Tom was right about this. Surely if he was, it would be easy to set right. Maybe he could drop by Spike’s after work and find out. Xander picked himself up and went back to his office.
Tom picked up his phone as soon as he got into some smooth flowing traffic. “Rosie, you are not going to believe what those stupid boys have done.”
~*~*~*~*~
Spike had slept fitfully for most of the day, waking up tangled in the bedding and extricated himself, noting how much pain he did not feel. He pulled the bandage off his side. Healed. Still a pink scar, but closed over and no longer painful to touch. Rose was as good as her word. Spike dressed and climbed the ladder with much more ease than he had earlier. He’d just switched the telly on when there was a pounding at his door.
“William? Are you in there?” Rose’s strong voice carried clearly through the heavy door.
That was not the kind of voice you could ignore. Spike sighed and pulled the door open. A heavy black bundle flew at him, followed by a pissed off looking Joudel demon. His duster must have been delivered while he was sleeping.
“William Aurelius what have you done?”
Spike tried an innocent face and pointed to himself. “Me?” He tried to avoid her gaze by examining his duster. Clean and repaired.
“Oh, don’t you pull that one with me. What have you done to that boy?”
“Harris? Oh you got this all arse backwards Rosie, I didn’t do anything. He wanted me gone, so I went.” Spike threw himself down on his battered arm chair.
“And he told you this did he? He said he wanted you to leave?” Rose stood in front of him, hands on her hips. That body language meant business in anyone’s book, human or demon.
“He didn’t have to, I heard him call his friend. Said he’d had enough, it’d gone too far or some such.”
“So Tom was right. You eavesdropped on his conversation? Are you stupid? You don’t look stupid. Are you stupid William?”
“You have a point?”
“I happen to know that that boy has been sitting there at work right at this moment thinking he is not good enough for you. That you strung him along just to benefit yourself.”
“Course I bleedin’ well didn’t Rose. Wouldn’t do that to him.”
“But you left without a word and he had to draw his own conclusions. What did you think he would come up with?”
“I didn’t think anything, he wanted me to go. He had a change of heart.”
“He. Did. Not.”
“I heard him Rose.”
“You egotistical fool.”
“Oi!”
“You overheard a conversation and because you are William the Bloody you immediately assume its all about you. Centre of the universe Spike, everyone must be talking about you. Nothing else happened to him last night, and there’s no one else in that boy’s life but you is there?”
“I heard him say “I don’t want to talk about him, he let it go too far’”
“And there is no other ‘he’ that Xander could have meant? Think William. What happened to Xander last night?”
Spike thought on it. Take himself out of the equation and think what the boy had been on edge about. Slowly the pieces fell into place. The Slayer. His old friend Buffy trying to off his new friend Spike. Makes you wonder why you bother. The slayer’s endless harassment of Spike culminating in attempting dusting. The Watcher taking Buffy away. I don’t want to talk about him either. Giles not stepping in sooner to rein in his charge. He let it go too far. Where was Xander today? Work. His haven from the Hellmouth. Looking forward to the routine.
Rose watched the expressions flitting over Spike’s face as the puzzle finally completed itself. “Are you with me now William?” she asked him none too kindly.
“Yeah. I fucked up Rose.”
“I’ll let that one slip seeing as I agree with you. So what are you going to do?”
“Dunno.” Spike looked to her for help.
“Oh don’t you look at me like that you silly vampire. You made this mess, you go and clean it up. And if you leave that boy waiting one minute longer than absolutely necessary I will have your hide.”
“You think he’ll want to listen?”
“Oh I don’t know, let me see? Go on thinking you're a worthless doormat and couldn’t possibly be desired, or, find out it was a misunderstanding and that the very attractive, but incredibly daft vampire really does want you and wasn’t using you. My goodness William, you’re right. That is a hard choice.”
“Goddamn it but you're a hard woman.”
“No I’m not, but you were being a tad irrational William,” she said in a softer voice. “Oh what that poor boy must be thinking.”
Spike avoided looking her in the face. What he had seen written there was disappointment in him, and from Rose, that was a worse than anger or hatred or annoyance. “Right then. Thanks for dropping in Rose.” He jumped up and held his door open, standing well back of the odd beam of light.
Rose sighed. On her way out she stopped in front of him. “William, don’t be a stubborn arse about this.” Rose kissed his cheek and gave his shoulder a squeeze. “I know he’ll understand.”
Spike nodded and offered Rose a tight smile, closing the door behind her. He stood and stared at the door long after she had gone. That he’d misinterpreted was a possibility he’d never considered. But now that he did, it seemed to fit. Typical of his egotistical self to assume it was all about him. What to do now? Rose was likely right, Xander would be looking at his own faults as the blame.
Bloody hell. Spike grabbed his coat and pulled the door open, jerking back and slamming it again. Soddin’ daylight. Still a couple of hours till sunset, meantime, Spike was stuck here with plenty of time to call himself all kinds of fool. He paced, he sat, he tried fruitlessly to sleep, he paced some more. Finally, the moment came when he felt the darkness edging its way across the cemetery. He stood by the door and as soon the sun dipped low enough, Spike threw it open and headed for the apartment.
~*~*~*~*~
Xander packed up his desk. First to arrive, last to leave. Grabbing his coat and, after a second thought, the cooler of blood, he locked up and headed for the car. Xander threw his things onto the back seat and pulled the car out onto the road bound for Spike’s. The sun had just gone down and street lights were flickering to life. Parking as close as he could to the crypt, Xander put his coat on and stuffed a small knife into his pocket. With his luck this weekend he wasn’t taking any chances. He bounded up to Spike’s door, knocked and waited. No answer. He pushed it open a crack and called out.
“Spike, you here?” Still nothing, no one inside. Xander went in and stuck his head through the hole in the floor and called again. No answer. He sighed and turned back to the door. At least Spike must be feeling better if he was out. Not wanting to risk too long a stay in the cemetery on his own, he ran back to the car.
On his way home he mulled over what Tom had suggested. The more he thought on it, the more sense it made. As he steered the car into his driveway the smallest trace of cigarette smoke drifted in through the open window. His heart thumped. Calm down Harris, it could be anyone. He climbed out of the car, collecting his things and sniffed the air. Nothing now, just the cool damp smell of early evening. Glancing around, he could see nothing out of the ordinary. Just wishful thinking. He put the blood in the refrigerator then went through to the bedroom, stripping off his work clothes and stepping into a hot shower.
~*~*~*~*~
Spike had raced to Xander’s not even thinking that the boy might not be back yet. Finding himself an out of the way spot in the shadows of a large tree and he settled in to wait. Half a pack of cigarettes and a hip flask later, he heard the familiar sound of Xander’s car. He watched as Harris got out and looked around as though he were searching for something. The boy shook his head and went inside. Moments later the lights in his apartment came on.
So what was he waiting for? Go up and tell Xander he’d got it all wrong, made a horrible mistake, wanted to pick up where they left off. How the hell would he do this? Offer an apology? Just waltz in and say hey I’m back, sorry about the mix up, let’s forget it? No he would have to come up with something better than that before he went banging on the door.
~*~*~*~*~
Xander finished his shower, feeling marginally better. He grabbed some faded old blue jeans and a T shirt, good comfort clothes. Out in the living room, Xander noticed all the curtains and a couple of windows were open and went to shut them against the cool night air. When it came to the window facing the street, he again got the smell of smoke drifting up to him on the breeze. As the breeze shifted, the smell grew stronger. Peering carefully into all corners of the garden he finally spotted it. There, by the dark shadow he knew to be a large tree; a red ember moving around and glowing brighter and duller in a regular rhythm. He stepped back and watched for a while longer, concealed by the curtain. Soon the ember vanished. Not long after, another cigarette was lit, the bright burst of light illuminating a familiar face.
So this was why he wasn’t home. But what the hell was Spike playing at? Leaving and then lurking. Xander snatched up his keys, stuffed them in his pocket and jogged down the stairs. If Tom was right and he’d had some kind of misunderstanding then this was his chance to set things straight.
“Spike?” Xander called, as he trotted across the damp grass. “Why are you lurking? You gone all stalker vamp on me now?”
Spike stepped out into the open. “Not stalking you Harris.”
“Yeah? Well the pile of butts on the grass says otherwise.”
Spike shrugged. “I’ve been waiting for you to get home. A man needs a smoke while he waits.”
“I was late cause I stopped at your place. Why didn’t you come up when I got here?” he asked.
“Why’d you go to the crypt?” Spike countered.
Xander leaned against the tree and folded his arms. “I had a visit from Tom today, he had a theory and I wanted to see what you thought of it.”
“Wonder if it’s any different to what Rose flogged me with this afternoon.”
“Just taking a wild stab here, but isn’t it likely they’re both flying the same flag?”
Spike laughed softly. “Bloody likely. Right let’s hear Tom’s then.”
“You know what? No. I would much rather you just told me what the hell happened. I thought we were doing okay, then next thing, you’re gone and I’ve no idea what I did, or even if I did something.”
“Yeah well I thought that too, but then I heard you tell the witch-”
Xander held his hand up and shook his head. “Stop right there. Tom was right. I’ve been feeling like shit all day because you’re a self-centred guy with good ears.”
“Rose called me an egotistical fool too. Bloody know-all Joudels.”
“They aren’t far off the mark. That was a shitty thing to do.” Xander told him with an edge to his voice. “Spike, it wasn’t about you, you know. I was talking about Buffy, and Giles. She wanted to talk about what happened and I didn’t. Sure I mentioned you; I called Willow to tell her you were okay.”
“Yeah I get that now.”
“But you never thought to come and ask me? Find out if you were right?”
Spike gave a wry laugh. “Well no. That would have made too much sense. Not half as dramatic right?”
“Can’t say as I’m a fan of that kind of drama Spike. You left me hanging.”
“Look, all I can tell you Harris is I monumentally bollocksed it up. Christ knows it’s happened before and it’ll probably happen again. Much as I like to argue otherwise, I’m not perfect.”
Xander considered this for a while. Was there any point in holding a grudge? It had been the misunderstanding that Tom suggested. “So as far as apologies go, this is as good as it gets right?”
“I’m admitting to a pretty big mistake here yeah? I don’t do that often so you should be feeling bloody special right about now mate.”
“Just so as we’re on the same page here Bleachie, if something like this happens again and you just take off like that I will come and stake you myself, got it?”
“Loud and clear.”
“Okay, so you know you have some major sucking up to do now, don’t you?”
“What do you suggest Harris?” he asked.
Xander looked at Spike. Those blue eyes were staring at him with as much honesty as he had ever seen. Those were the same blue eyes that had looked at him at various times over the weekend with laughter, lust, exasperation, passion and pain. Xander wanted him now as much as he had done over the last two days.
He looked at Spike and shook his head. “You’re a vampire and make up sex doesn’t immediately spring to mind?”
Xander turned away and walked back towards the apartment, looking at Spike over his shoulder with a smirk. “Shame on you.”
20
Xander was nearing the building’s entrance when he felt a thump against his back. He was spun around and pinned to the door by a hard, cold body. Spike was leaning against him, hands braced either side of Xander’s head. Xander stared into the glistening blue eyes that were mere inches from his own. He felt his hot breath in the small space between them before Spike’s lips slammed against his. Xander pressed back into the kiss, opening his mouth willingly for Spike’s tongue. He wrapped his arms around Spike, running his hands over the smooth leather of his duster, feeling the strength underneath.
This was so different, so much more than any kiss they’d shared yet. Xander moaned against the feel of Spike inside his mouth, Spike’s tongue flicking over his, stroking along the ridges behind his teeth. Xander slid his hands up Spike’s back and into his hair, pulling his head in harder and forcing his own tongue into Spike’s cool mouth. It was when he felt the cool night air on his skin as Spike’s hands slid under his shirt, that he realised they were still outside in full view of any neighbours or passers by.
His hands on Spike’s chest, he pushed the vampire, twisting his head to break the kiss and take a much needed breath. “Whoa there Bleachie, let’s take this inside okay? You don’t want my neighbours sharing this do you?” At Spike’s smirk, he frowned. “Do you?”
Spike laughed, “Nah mate.” He reached around behind Xander, holding him with one hand and releasing the door handle with the other. He walked Xander backwards through the door and to the stairs. “Not sharing you with anyone.” He stopped and kissed Xander’s neck then continued backing him up the stairs. “You said I have some sucking up to do and I plan to make good on that.” He pressed his lips to the base of Xander’s throat and sucked lightly on the soft skin. “Major sucking up, you said.” Spike slid one hand down to the front of Xander’s jeans and gently squeezed the hard mound he found there. “The kind of sucking up that doesn’t need an audience.” They had reached the top of the stairs and were moving down the corridor, Spike’s hand hooked in the front of Xander’s jeans, his thumb stroking over the taut fabric.
Xander took hold of the lapels of Spike’s duster and drew their mouths together in a hard kiss. He pulled Spike towards his apartment door, breaking away only when he felt the heavy wood behind him. He fished around in his pocket for the keys, a task made all the more difficult when Spike pressed against him, licking and sucking at his throat, his hands grabbing and kneading Xander’s ass. Xander forgot about his keys, held Spike’s head tight to his neck and ground his growing erection against Spike’s hip.
The sound of a door opening further down the corridor caught Xander’s attention. “Bleachie if you don’t let up for a minute then anyone and everyone will be getting a free show.”
Spike lifted off his neck with a light nip. “Then open the fucking door Harris.” He turned Xander around and hovered impatiently while he dug out the keys. As the door unlocked, Spike pushed Xander inside and kicked it closed behind him. His blue eyes darkened with lust as he raked his gaze over Xander, from those shining, deep brown eyes over the muscular planes of his torso, lingering on the bulging erection, down the solid thighs to his feet and just as slowly back to Xander’s face.
One step and they were together, Spike had the boy wrapped in his arms, lips parted wide to taste the warmth and sweetness of Xander’s mouth. Hips ground together, forcing hard cocks against each other. Xander’s hands sliding under Spike’s coat, fingers digging into his shoulder blades. Spike’s hands behind Xander, one tangled in his hair, the other against his ass.
Xander tore his mouth away panting for breath and roughly peeled Spike’s coat off. He pressed his mouth back to Spike’s, breathing hard against the cool lips, tongue searching and twisting with Spike’s, then pulling back to rake his teeth gently over the swelling lips, licking at the corners of Spike’s mouth. Drawing Spike’s full bottom lip into his mouth, he sucked on it, running his tongue along the silky sensitive inside. He moaned against Spike’s lips as he felt the cool hands slipping under his shirt, around his waist and stroking over his back. A tiny shudder ran through him as the fingernails left a tingling trail up his spine causing his cock to twitch and throb against Spike’s.
Spike moved his hands under Xander’s shirt, lifting it higher until Xander was forced to let go and raise his arms. Spike ripped the shirt over his head and flung it away, stepping back to take in the uncovered body before him. He ran his hands over the warm body; across the broad shoulders to the wide bulging pecs, down the dark line of hair leading over his navel and disappearing into the increasingly tight jeans. He felt Xander’s muscles bunching under his hands as his fingers traced this path over his body. Spike grabbed the bottom of his own shirt and had it off and tossed across the room in seconds. He pressed his body against Xander, feeling the heartbeat against his chest, the burning heat of Xander’s skin on his. Spike buried his head in the crook of Xander’s neck and scraped his teeth down to the collar bone. He sucked and licked at the sharp corners while Xander threw his head back and let small sounds of pleasure escape his lips.
Spike’s mouth worked a path around the base of Xander’s throat. Little nips at the soft skin, sucking at the hard edges of bone, drawing a red stain to the surface. Each touch of Spike’s mouth left a burning marker despite the cool of his lips. Xander tipped his head back and let his hands rove over Spike’s back. Oh he’d been right, it felt as good as it looked. Soft smooth skin covering hard toned muscles; Xander’s fingers ached to touch every square inch. He traced the patterns of Spike’s spine, the ridges of his rib bones. Felt the last of the scars from Friday night’s attack and smoothed his hand over those. There was the dip at the small of his back before the soft swell of his ass. Xander slipped his hands inside Spike’s jeans and down to cup the firm cheeks and pull him closer.
Spike pushed back into the warm palms. His lips left Xander’s throat and his tongue traced a wet path up over the jaw to his lips. Spike ran his tongue back and forth between Xander’s lips, and slipped it into his mouth, flicking at the boy’s tongue, teasing it back into his own mouth, where he sucked rhythmically in time with Xander’s clenching grip on his arse.
Their kiss grew deeper, harder, more frantic. Their lips slid against each other, tongues plunging from one mouth to another while their hips thrust together in a desperate tempo. Spike’s hands were all over Xander, at his back, over his chest, gripping his face and scraping over his nipples. Xander’s hands squeezed harder on Spike, his fingers dipping into the cleft and holding Spike hard against his straining cock. Neither had words nor desire to speak at that moment, vital blood supply was quickly draining to more urgent areas of need.
Spike had planned to take his time, to discover all that Xander had to offer and what they could be like together, but he knew there was time for that later. Now they both needed to relieve the immediate ache, to go with the urgent desire they had felt building over the weekend and that was now coming to a head.
Spike started them moving again. He forced Xander back and down the short corridor to the bedroom, his lips never once leaving the warm, delicious mouth under his. Into the bedroom and across floor, he backed Xander up to the bed, finally ripping his mouth away to shove him down on the mattress.
He took in the sight of Xander lying on the bed. The boy was a picture of wild abandon. His hair messed and lying in all directions, his lips swelling and moist, small red and purple marks ringed his throat. His hard, brown nipples stood out against the tanned and muscled chest. A promising looking bulge stood out in the front of his jeans. Spike’s target.
He kicked off his boots, unbuttoned and peeled off his black jeans, climbing onto the bed and straddling Xander’s thighs. His hands immediately snapped free buttons and tore down the zip. In one quick movement he had Xander’s jeans and boxers down his legs. Spike’s mouth slowly widened into a grin as he looked down at what he’d uncovered. Xander’s long thick cock lay fully hard against his belly, the head dark and glistening.
Spike dropped to down onto Xander’s chest and kissed him hard, thrusting with his tongue, lips crushing each other and teeth clashing. Their cocks were pressed together between their bodies, sliding easily as both became slicked with trickles of fluid from the tips. Spike twisted and rotated, increasing the friction on the sensitive heads.
Xander kicked his jeans off, his legs came around Spike’s waist and he jerked his hips rhythmically, meeting Spike’s movements, panting his pleasure into Spike’s mouth. Spike pulled his head back and met Xander’s eyes, their heavy-lidded stares held as they ground against each other. Spike’s hand slid between them and wrapped both cocks tight together. Xander reached down and linked his fingers with Spike’s as they increased the speed of their movements. Xander cried out and came first in a bucking, arching frenzy, his hot seed pouring over Spike’s fingers and lubricating Spike’s still thrusting length.
Seeing the ecstasy of release on Xander’s face, feeling the hot jets spill from Xander and over the head of his own cock, Spike soon followed. He pumped his hips, the friction sending him spiralling into orgasm. Waves shook him and he shot his cool thick stream between their bodies to mingle with Xander’s.
Xander opened his eyes in time to see Spike’s face tense and his teeth clench as he came. He took all Spike’s weight as the vampire collapsed against him, his face in Xander’s neck. Xander could feel the cold, panting breaths against his now hot skin. He ran his hands over Spike’s back, kneading the muscles, sliding down past the waist to grab and squeeze at his ass.
Xander’s legs fell back to the bed and he threw his arms out wide, sighing his relief and enjoying the heavy press of Spike’s body on his. He tilted his head and nibbled on Spike’s neck, licking and tasting the unique flavour of the vampire’s flesh. He bit lightly at the corded muscles and was rewarded with a husky “Fuck yeah” gasped in his ear and a slowly reawakening cock stirring against his.
Spike groaned and his hand came up to hold Xander’s head tight to his throat. Straight for the neck, a sure way to get him going again. He wrapped his other hand around Xander’s waist and sat them both up, locking his legs around Xander’s hips and beginning a slow rocking, his half hard length slicked by the mess between them. Xander was nipping and biting him, kissing and licking over the tiny marks that soon faded. Spike’s hands slid up and he rubbed his thumbs over Xander’s nipples, scraping his nails over the hard nubs and drawing a small sound of surprise from Xander as he too showed new signs of life. Spike reached down between them, wiping his hand through the now cold mass on Xander’s belly and slicking it over the boy’s cock. Not hard yet, but Spike could feel the pulsing of blood and knew it wouldn’t be long.
He pulled Xander’s head back and caught his warm lips in a slow, deep kiss, his fingers below matching the stroke of his tongue over Xander’s. He groaned at the feeling of Xander’s mouth; the sweet taste, the warmth, the softness, the eager response.
Xander’s cock slowly filled in his hand. Spike deepened the kiss, pushing his tongue into Xander’s mouth and tasting every crevice, familiarising himself with every sensitive spot. One hand worked gently on Xander’s cock, the other twisted, flicked and pinched at a hard brown nipple. Xander’s hands were on his back, pulling him closer, sliding down to cup his ass and pull their groins together. When he felt his hand full of a hard thick cock, he broke away from Xander and slid backwards on the bed.
“No, don’t stop now Spike,” he panted.
“Not stopping mate, c’mere.” Spike pulled Xander to sit on the edge of the bed and kneeled on the floor between his legs.
He took Xander’s erection in his hand, rubbing his thumb over the tip, drawing a sharp gasp from Xander. “Harris, this is just stunning.” Spike looked up at him, stroking lightly, hand over hand down the hard length. “Now, mate, you said something about some major sucking up? Let me take care of that right now yeah?”
“God, yes Spike,” Xander breathed harshly, thrusting his hips forward and grabbing Spike’s arms. The cool, feather-light touch of Spike’s hands was tantalising yet maddening. The aching strain in his cock begged for relief; Xander would never have imagined he would be ready again so soon. Spike shot him a greedy look, hooked his hands around Xander’s thighs, spreading his legs wide, then his head lowered and Xander felt a cool wetness enclose him from tip down to root.
The head of his cock slid against the softness of Spike’s throat and Xander cried out as Spike swallowed around it. He gripped Spike’s shoulders, his fingers digging into the hard muscles and tried to stop himself from thrusting, knowing if he did, it would be over far too soon. Spike slid his head back, his tongue pressing hard along the vein, lips clamped tight until just the tip remained in his mouth; he circled it with his tongue.
Xander gritted his teeth against the pressure when Spike began sucking, his mouth gliding down until Xander was buried deep. Spike kept at this; a slow pace, hard suction up to the head, down to the base, again and again and Xander could no longer help himself. His hips lifted and he pushed himself hard into Spike’s mouth, grunting and winding his hands in the blonde hair. He closed his eyes, the sight of his cock disappearing into Spike’s wet pink mouth too much to withstand for long.
Xander’s cock filled him, still covered in the mixture of both their release, the salty taste spread over Spike’s tongue with every pass over the swollen head. He let go of Xander’s legs and took his hips in a firm grasp, holding him still. The way the boy was ramming into his mouth would soon be the end of him and Spike was in no hurry to finish this. It was too good to rush. He lifted off and flicked his tongue out, collecting the white drops seeping from the slit.
His eyes met Xander’s. “Not yet mate. I have a lot of making up to do first.” He licked his lips, smiling at the small groan and the pained expression on Xander’s face. His lips were parted, his tongue mirroring Spike’s movements. Spike reached up and pulled Xander’s head down to him. Those full wet lips were not an easy thing to resist and Spike caught them with his teeth, biting gently, licking soothingly. He whispered against the boy’s mouth, their lips brushing softly together. “Lie down Xander.”
Xander’s eyes snapped open in surprise and met Spike’s. That was the first time when they’d been alone he’d heard Spike use his name. He moaned and dropped back onto mattress. Such a small thing but hearing it come from Spike’s lips, ghosting over his own mouth, had sent a thrill through his body. He lay back and revelled in the sensation of Spike’s hands on him. A soft two-handed stroke, an occasional lick at the tip. Not enough to bring him to a peak, enough to make him catch his breath, to spread his legs wide, to clutch handfuls of the bed covers. He sighed in disappointment as Spike’s mouth withdrew and he felt him pull away. Then two cool hands on his calves lifted Xander’s legs so his feet rested on Spike’s shoulders and a slow, wet lick trailed down his thigh.
Spike tasted the smooth skin on Xander’s long leg, nipping and lapping at the soft inner surface. He kissed his way lower, nuzzling at Xander’s balls, sucking the pouch into his mouth. His hands held Xander’s legs apart, as he licked, bit, kissed and sucked his way around, ignoring Xander’s small pleading sounds and giving careful attention to every sensitive spot except the throbbing cock.. The taste and scent of this part of Xander was so strong, so arousing and heavily laden with pheromones that Spike’s erection was full and painfully hard very quickly. He ignored that too, wanting to give his full attention to the beautiful body in front of him. He spread his hands on the backs of Xander’s thighs, his thumbs dipping between Xander’s cheeks and revealing the opening that lay hidden inside. He moaned. Oh, very nice.
Xander felt the pressure of Spike’s thumbs and gasped at the sudden exposure of his hole. A ripple ran through him with Spike’s noises of pleasure, but quickly became a tremor when Spike’s tongue licked a moist path from his balls, over the sensitive skin behind and ringed his entrance. He drew his legs up to his chest, exposing himself even more and allowing Spike easier access. At this invitation, the vampire below him growled softly with his mouth pressed to Xander’s flesh, the vibration drawing another shudder from Xander.
Spike’s mouth was kissing and sucking at the wrinkled skin, the hard point of his tongue tracing intricate circular patterns. Xander writhed and groaned when he felt Spike’s tongue enter his body. It jabbed in only a small fraction, but Xander squirmed, pushing his hips down, trying to increase the penetration. He held his legs back and thrashed his head, panting Spike’s name over and over as the long cool tongue continued its assault on his tight entrance.
“Spike, god, more, please more,” his voice came rough and deep. “Oh yes, do that, oh god,” he breathed as Spike’s hand wrapped around his cock and began a firm fast rhythm, reducing him to mindless sounds between gasps for breath.
Xander was losing control, he’d never imagined in all his fantasies of Spike that it would be like this. Not just the physical sensations, though god knew that was incredible on its own. It was also the knowledge that this was Spike; Xander was on the edge of a shattering orgasm because Spike was tongue fucking him, because Spike was pumping his swollen cock, because Spike was a vicious, lethal demon who wanted Xander.
Xander lifted his head off the bed and caught Spike’s eye. The sight of Spike’s face buried between his legs, his hands sliding furiously over Xander’s wet pulsing cock almost brought him to the brink. A few more strokes and Xander would be gone. No, not yet, he needed something else, despite the amazing feeling Spike was inducing, he wanted more.
“Spike stop, stop.” He covered Spike’s hand with his, stilling the movements. He let his legs drop down, sliding back on the bed away from Spike’s face.
“Something wrong mate?” Spike asked, wiping his face.
“Christ no.” Xander dived for a bedside draw and threw a tube at Spike. He shifted himself up on the bed, spreading his arms and legs wide. “Fuck me Spike, get up here and fuck me.”
He did not need to ask twice. Spike leapt onto the bed, kneeling between Xander’s thighs, covered his fingers with the lube and slid one finger deep into him. Xander was so relaxed, so ready it went in easily. He slipped a second inside and began stretching the hole. Xander was writhing and gasping under him, his legs pulled up high.
“Enough, that’s enough, fuck me please Spike, I want you in me.”
“Don’t want to hurt you mate.” Spike thought of the chip firing if he took the boy too soon.
“No you won’t hurt me, just do it. I promise you won’t hurt me.” Spike still had his fingers in Xander, twisting and spreading the tight muscles. Xander dropped his leg down and knocked Spike’s arm away growling at him in a harsh voice, “Fuck me now, dammit.”
Spike pulled his fingers out and generously lubed up his cock. The boy wanted to be fucked and he was more than ready to oblige. He hooked Xander’s legs over his shoulders and eased his cock up against the opening. With a little pressure he slid in easily, taking it slowly, giving Xander time to adjust. He glided smoothly through the tight passage until he was buried to the base of his cock. Xander was bent almost double beneath him, his head tipped back stretching his neck taut. Spike fell forward, bracing himself with his arms behind Xander’s knees and started up a long deep stroke, almost pulling out completely before gliding back as deep as he could go.
Xander reached up and pulled Spike’s head down, plunging his tongue into Spike’s mouth while thrusting his hips up, meeting Spike’s movements in and out of his body. Spike’s long hard cock stretched him wide but there was no pain; thanks be to past experience and some rounds of latex experiments with Anya. There was a delicious burn and the empty, full, empty, full sensation of Spike’s strokes but nothing hurt.
Spike pulled away from Xander’s mouth with one last nip at his lips. This was so incredible, the warmth surrounding his cock, the clenching muscles squeezing him tight on every pass, the sounds of intense pleasure Xander was making. He lifted himself upright, holding Xander’ ankles wide apart, spreading his own knees for balance and began a punishing pace.
One of Xander’s hands reached up to grip his cock, Spike slapped it away and took over the job himself, matching time with his thrusts into the tight arse. Xander wrapped one hand over Spike’s and the other pulled his leg far back, encouraging him to go deeper.
“Fuck, Xander, you’re so tight, ah god, so tight,” Spike grunted out between thrusts. He tilted his hips and aimed higher.
Xander cried out as Spike now hit his prostate with each stroke, “Yes, there, that’s it. Ah, fuck me, Spike.”
Xander squeezed Spike’s hand tighter on his throbbing length and rolled his hips to force Spike deeper still. He knew it was nearly time, felt the pressure rising and looked down at Spike’s length disappearing into his body. He heard Spike’s moaning sounds coming shorter and faster, saw his eyes squeezed shut and his head thrown back, this accompanied by the final hard slam into him and the cool pulsing wash filling his insides. Xander thrust forward once more into Spike’s tight grip, backward onto his jerking cock and came with a howl sending hot streams over their hands and across his stomach. His legs fell as he rode out his orgasm, his body twitching and the last of the milky fluids trickled from him.
Spike threw himself down on top of Xander, grabbing his shoulders and rolling over them so Xander completely covered his body. He lay still, panting unneeded breaths, feeling Xander’s racing heartbeat echoing in his own silent chest, feeling the hot breath pouring over his neck where Xander lay. He reached up and stroked slow patterns over Xander’s back with his fingertips, eliciting a soft moan of pleasure. Xander pulled up away from hiss neck and kissed him. Spike opened his mouth to Xander’s tongue but let him have his way. The warm wet tongue licked lazily at the inside of his mouth and traced over his lips while his fingers stroked the side of Spike’s face.
Xander pulled back and looked at him. “That was mind-blowing. My mind? Completely blown. But I can’t stop touching you yet.”
Spike laughed softly, “It was fucking incredible, and no complaints here mate, touch all you like.”
“Mmm,” Xander sighed, sliding off Spike to lay beside him. He kissed him again then lay his head on the flat planes of Spike’s chest, letting his fingers play over the ridges of muscles, enjoying Spike’s hand wandering over his back.
Xander heard Spike’s breathing slow, then stop completely, his hand falling away. There was silence beneath his ear. Xander closed his eyes, his own breathing slowing, deepening, as he too slipped into sated sleep.
21
The clock radio switched itself on at six; soft music playing. As he slowly surfaced, Xander became aware of the dead weight on top of him. Spike was lying across him, his head buried down beside Xander’s ear; arms and legs twisted about him. Xander flexed a little and felt the stiffness in his muscles. Achey, but nice, considering the reason for the strain; a good hot shower would help no end. He grimaced when he felt the dried flakes clinging to his skin in various places.
Xander yawned and stretched as much as he could; Spike’s arms clung tighter around him as he moved.
“You awake Bleachie?”
Spike stretched his body out, sinuously writhing against Xander. “No.” He latched on to Xander’s neck, kissing the many small purple marks he’d left before and running his hands down Xander’s body.
“Oh, no, don’t go starting something, I have to get up.”
Spike snorted into his neck, “That’s my plan mate.”
“Bad, plan. Bad!” Xander said, trying unsuccessfully to pull away. “If I’d been thinking I would have set the alarm earlier, but apparently my mind was elsewhere.”
Spike looked up at him and smirked. “I know exactly where your mind was Harris, I was the one blowing it yeah?”
Xander laughed, kissing him lightly. “Oh, I remember. You did a damn fine job of that too.”
“Not so bad yourself mate. You have a bloody amazing turn around for a human too.”
“Well that was a first for me. The, ah, recuperation time I mean.”
“Yeah? Well you won’t hear me complaining.” Spike was rubbing his hand up and down Xander’s thigh as he spoke gradually inching higher.
Xander caught and stilled his hand. “Much as I would love nothing more than to stay in bed with you, I really have to get in the shower. I can’t be late second day back.”
“No you can’t mate, that’s true. So how about we kill two birds with one stone?”
“Now there’s a plan! Gimme five minutes for the boring human stuff, then you can come and show me how fast you can kill those birds. And, eww, forget I just said that part.”
Spike let him up and waited while Xander attended to business. He spread himself out in the boy’s warm spot and stretched luxuriously. Yeah he was not complaining at all. A little disappointed with himself for giving in so soon, considering he had promised to take it slow, but the man had just about demanded it and who was Spike to hold out on him? He was the horny, impatient vampire, that’s who. No bloody wonder then.
As far as first times went, that had been damn fine. Boy was a little aggressive when he got going, Spike certainly appreciated that, very responsive too. He had been expecting a little down time, but Xander had jumped right back in with only a couple of minutes’ breather. Almost up there with vampire recovery time, which was, truth be told, nearly non existent. Still, he was young. Spike slid his hand down under the blankets. Yes it had been a good night all around.
In just a few short minutes he heard the water running in the shower and was in the bathroom before Xander had even stepped completely under the water.
“Whoa Bleachie, you don’t waste any time,” Xander laughed as he found himself with his arms full of vampire.
“You’re in a hurry, mate.” He glanced down. “So am I.” He backed Xander under the spray, running his hands over the boy’s slick, wet body. Feeling Xander’s full length sliding against his, he grabbed his hips and pulled their bodies hard together. “Gotta get you to work on time.”
As he ground himself into Xander, they slid against each other easily, cocks laying side by side and lubricated by the streams of water running down their chests. Xander grabbed handfuls of his hair, plunging his tongue deep into Spike’s mouth, then tore away and leaned his head back against the cool tiles. Spike dropped his forehead to Xander’s shoulder and copied his steady thrusting rhythm, Xander’s hands gripping his waist.
Their breaths soon came hard and fast, grunts and pants filling the small steamy space. Xander voiced his relief with a sharp cry as he came; Spike, seconds later taking Xander’s shoulder in his blunt teeth and moaning against the wet skin.
Xander let out a long sigh. “Good morning.”
“That it is.” Spike kissed him then slapped a bar of soap in his hand. “Hi ho, hi ho and all that mate.”
Xander scrubbed away the mess from the night before then passed the soap to Spike while he got out and dressed for work. He was sure to add a T-shirt under his clothes to cover the purplish marks along his collarbone. No need to advertise what he’d gotten up to.
He was finishing a coffee when Spike joined him in the kitchen, a towel wrapped around his waist.
“There’s some blood in the refrigerator. You can, um, hang out here if you want.” Xander waved his hand towards the living room.
“We’ll see mate. I might head home later; have some things to do, people to see.”
Xander picked up his keys and the empty blood cooler and headed for the door, feeling a little awkward now that Spike had mentioned he was going home. “Ok then. I guess I’ll catch you later sometime?”
Spike caught up with him at the door and took his mouth in a long, slow kiss. “No question mate.” He pushed Xander out the door. “Off you go, promise I won’t steal the family silver.”
Xander laughed as the door slammed behind him. He dropped the cooler in the corridor and jogged off to the car. Yep. Good morning.
~*~*~*~*~
His day went much quicker than yesterday. Xander was cheerful, chirpy and much more efficient, getting through the majority of his paperwork before lunch. He received questioning looks from his colleagues at his radically different outlook but brushed it off as having gotten out of the right side of the bed.
“Yeah but whose bed was it Harris?” his boss asked with a grin.
Xander just laughed it off and offered nothing else. The phone call from Willow to say she was on her way to have lunch with him topped of a great morning. When she arrived, they sat under the same tree he’d sat with Tom yesterday.
She handed him a plastic box of hot food and took out one for herself, sighing when he looked questioningly at it. “Those coloured things are vegetables. Tara cooked. Don’t worry, you’ll like it. Just doing my bit for your poor abused innards.”
Xander found he did in fact like it, despite there obviously not being a single piece of dead animal in or near it. “Tell Tara your girl-food is good. My digestive tract thanks you.”
“So Xander, when are you coming back? We have patrol tonight, how about it?”
“Ah, shifty witch, with the tasty food and the probing questions.”
“Its one of my lesser known powers,” she smiled. “So, will you come? Just a few laps of the cemetery, you, me, Tara, something long and sharp?”
“Gosh Will, when you put it like that, how’s a fella to resist?”
“Pfft, beats me. How’s Spike?”
“Better now. You wouldn’t even know he’d been hurt.”
“So do you think he’ll come back? We really do need him.”
Xander shrugged and then thought for a moment. “Actually you know, he probably will. He told me not to be to hard on Buffy cause she couldn’t help having the crush-kill-destroy vampire feelings. Don’t know if I’m ready to deal with her yet Will. She tried to kill him just because I said we were friends.”
“She’s just worried about you Xan.”
“Yeah I know that Will. That’s not the issue, it’s that she thinks so little of me. She seems to have this idea that I can do no right.”
“I’ve noticed that too. It’s not like her is it? I mean she’s always looked out for us but she’s never been so unreasonable before.”
“But Will, it’s just me, did you notice? Yeah she always had our backs, and I know she still does but now it seems to be me that gets her extra special crazy love.”
“Oh! Do you think she might be secretly in love with you and she’s just-” At Xander’s look of scorn she stopped. “Right, scrap the Buffy crushing, dumb idea.”
“Look Will, whatever it is I just can’t keep dealing with it. If I go back to the Magic Box, she’ll start up with something, and if she attacks Spike again then that’ll be the end of it.”
“So you really are friends?”
“Yeah, we really are.” Mind off exactly how friendly, Harris. “I love my girls but I need a guy to do guy things with sometimes.”
“Xan it’s okay, I get it. Playing Barbies with your life long best friend doesn’t do it for you anymore.”
“Sorry, Will, I wanted to let you down easy.” Xander smiled and gave her a hug.
Willow handed him a box of sliced fruit laughing at his turned up lip. “Your scurvy-free good health will thank you one day.” She rolled her eyes as Xander chose the smallest, blandest looking piece he could find. “Boys!” she huffed. “Oh, wait, boys! That reminds me. I have a message from Giles.”
“Is it ‘all’s well go home and relax’?”
“That would be nice. But no, you remember that demon you and Spike killed on Sunday? Well Giles has gotten an ID on it and he wants some more information from you.”
“Why? Didn’t we kill it enough?”
“Apparently it’s only found in a small area, and nowhere near here, somewhere down the coast. It sets up a den in the scrubland near beaches. Anyway, its not known for venturing far from home usually, so according to Giles, it’s ‘rather peculiar’ for it to be here in Sunnydale, especially right in the town.”
“Well I don’t know what to tell him, we ran, we dodged, we slew. The end.”
She took out a note pad and pencil. “Ok, Giles wants to know, did it do anything weird?”
“Aside from attack me? Nope.”
“Alright, did it have any weapons, or was it carrying anything?”
“Again with the nuh.”
“Well did it communicate, did it say anything?”
“No we didn’t have time to cha-” Xander stopped while the wheels turned. “Hold on Will, thought coming. Thought here. Yeah it did. It kept saying this one thing over and over, no two things almost the same. God what was it?”
Willow’s pencil hovered over the paper and she waited patiently while Xander tried to recall.
“Doll, something about a doll. Wait a minute.” Xander pulled out his cell, dialled home and waited; the machine eventually picked up. “Hey it’s me, pick up if you’re there.” He was about to hang up when he heard a click.
“Miss me already mate?”
Xander laughed. “Kinda, but I need some info. Willow’s here, she says that demon on Sunday, can you remember what it was saying?”
“Only kind of? Must be losing my touch.”
“Nah you definitely got that, don’t worry.”
“Good to know. Right, now, she was saying two things yeah? I remember cause it sounded like the name of a guy who owes me money from a poker game. Djuurahk dohl and ah, djuurahk ahl.”
Xander doubled checked the pronunciation then repeated the words to Willow, who wrote them down phonetically. “Thanks Bleachie. Did I wake you up?”
“Course you bloody did you git, it’s the middle of the day. But no matter, I have to get going anyway.”
“Well, sorry, but thanks for the help. See you later?”
Spike chuckled, “Bet your sweet arse you will.”
Willow nudged Xander and whispered instructions to him.
“Oh, Spike? Willow says there’s a patrol tonight. You in?”
“Dunno. Am I gonna be dodging stakes again?”
“No just Willow and Tara.”
“You going?”
“I was planning to.”
“Suppose I could be persuaded to go. What’s in for me?”
“You mean besides all the wacky violent mayhem? I don’t know, I suppose something else could come up later. Something big that you might need to handle.”
“Cheeky bugger,” Spike snorted. “I think I might have something needs handling here before I go.”
Xander furiously tried to block the visual before he embarrassed himself in front of Willow. He coughed to cover the small noise he’d made.
Spike laughed. “Swing by my place on your way then. You can give me a lift. Gotta run, have something big to handle right now.” He hung up.
Xander disconnected, tossing the phone on the ground and offering a prayer of thanks that witches didn’t have the freaky super ears too. He met Willow’s questioning look with a feeling of mild panic.
“What?” he asked.
“He’s still there? I thought he was okay now.”
Xander nodded. “Yeah he is better, he’s just about to leave now.”
“So he’s coming tonight to lend some muscle?”
“As long as Buffy is a big giant elsewhere.”
“She’ll be over the other side of town checking on a demon lair, that’s why we’re doing this patrol.”
“Then that’s a yes on the Spike muscle.” And again with the mental images. Redirect, redirect.
“Okay Will, I need to get back to work. Meet you there tonight?” Xander stood up offering Willow a hand. He pulled her up and into a hug and waited as she drove off.
~*~*~*~*~
The afternoon went a little slower and Xander found himself distracted often by images of what he imagined Spike had been up to in his house. He stayed at his desk for most of the time, having dwelt on and extended the visuals until he was in no condition to be walking around the office terrorising innocent colleagues with his reaction.
The last of his reports reviewed and passed on, Xander checked the clock. Quittin’ time. Still daylight though, so too early to pick up Spike for patrol. He wondered whether the vampire would be home or not. One way to find out. Armed with his afternoon’s fantasies, he climbed in the car and headed for the crypt.
Xander knocked lightly on the heavy door. When there was no answer he opened it and went in anyway. No Spike up here, but a duster lying over the chair. Xander stuck his head through the manhole and saw Spike’s boots and jeans lying on the floor. Bingo! Unless he’d gone out sans footwear and pants. Xander filed that image away for another day. He climbed down the ladder as quietly as he could and dropped to the rug at the bottom. Spike was in bed facing away from him apparently sleeping. Did he ever do anything else? Still it was daylight and in vamp hours it was nearing dawn.
Xander kicked off his shoes, stripped off his clothes and slipped into the bed behind Spike. He curled himself around Spike’s back, sliding a hand up his leg, over his hip and stroked his fingers over the hard ridges of Spike’s abs.
Xander was admiring the strength and form under his fingers when Spike took hold of his hand moving it down his belly and wrapped it around his erection, stroking himself with Xander’s palm. At the same time he gently rubbed back against Xander’s groin. Xander shifted, making himself more comfortable and pressed into Spike’s ass feeling his own arousal growing.
“Do you have a thing for waking me up mate?” Spike’s gravely voice asked.
He laid a kiss on the back of Spike’s neck. “Nah, Bleachie, just have a thing for you.” Xander pushed his hardening length against Spike’s arse. He tilted his head and found Spike’s ear, sucking of the soft lobe before moving down to the silky skin behind. He laid small kisses along Spike’s neck, leaving a moist trail to his jaw. He shook Spike’s hand off his and took over the long slow motions. “I think I can do this, I got the idea,” he whispered.
Spike thrust gently into Xander’s hand. “Oh yeah, that you do.” He ground back, letting Xander’s hardening length slide between his cheeks.
Xander felt his cock respond instantly. “Got that idea too, no trouble.” He leaned up and over Spike kissing across his face until Spike turned, wrapped his arm back around Xander’s head and kissed his mouth, entwining his fingers in Xander’s hair.
Spike was rocking himself back and forth, forwards into the warm tight hand, back to the thick cock pressing into his arse. Xander had broken their kiss and was scraping his teeth along Spike’s neck, sucking and nipping at the skin. He had stopped the strokes up Spike’s cock, and was sliding his thumb in small circles around the head, slicking it with the droplets already appearing. Spike held his head close, increasing the pressure at his neck, encouraging a little more force from Xander. He rotated his hips and pushed back hard letting Xander’s erection slide along his cleft and nudge his balls. Spike let go of Xander’s head and leaned forward, pulling a small tube from under his pillow and tossing it over his shoulder. “Put that to good use mate, and right quick.”
Xander let go and Spike immediately pulled his legs up to his chest. He poured a handful and spread it over his fingers, reaching down to Spike’s tight ring. He slipped one finger carefully in, marvelling at the silky channel clenching around him. Two fingers in and Spike was pushing back against him, forcing him deeper and faster.
“That’ll do it. Come on now, Xander.”
There, his name again, and his cock gave another jolt. When Spike meant business, it seemed, there was no messing around with nicknames or insults, just straight to the point.
Spike pulled himself forward so Xander’s fingers slid out, then pushed back again seeking out his erection and rubbing against it.
“C’mon mate,” Spike whispered urgently.
Xander manoeuvred himself down a little and angled his hips. He took his throbbing cock in hand and lined it up. As soon as he touched it to Spike’s hole, the vampire slammed himself back, taking Xander in one quick, smooth thrust. Xander hitched in a breath as the cool tight passage gripped him.
“Oh sweet Jesus, Spike, oh my god, you are so tight,” Xander breathed in short sharp gasps, trying to collect himself enough to begin moving inside Spike. Inside Spike, good Lord he was inside Spike. And it was good. It was cool, and snug and heaven. He didn’t care about the inappropriate comparison, he was fucking a demon and it was heaven. He began moving his hips, one hand on Spike’s ass holding it open, his fingers touching and stroking around the opening, feeling himself sliding into the tight hole, feeling Spike’s soft pink skin stretched around him.
Xander slid himself in full length, bit by bit, rotating his hips in small circles then slid out again leaving only the very tip inside Spike, wait a beat, back in, shift the angle a little, out again. It was long and languid, slow and easy. The intensity gradually built and Xander sped up his movements, his hand went around Spike’s waist and found his hard cock pressed tight between his thighs and belly. Xander eased Spike’s legs apart and gripped his erection, lubricating his hand over the tip first, then holding tightly just behind the soft swollen head, letting the motion of their bodies move Spike’s cock through his fist.
Xander’s breaths came fast and hard against Spike’s back and he noted that Spike too was breathing harshly. He felt the first convulsions ripple through Spike’s passage, fluttering over his sensitive flesh. With a harsh drawn out moan, Spike’s release shuddered through him, long and hard, the cool seed spilling over Xander’s hand. Inside Spike, the muscles were convulsing around Xander’s cock and bringing him to a peak, another long hard thrust and Xander was there too, pouring himself deep inside Spike, feeling the warmth of his flow flood around him. He let the last of the tremor roll through him, feeling Spike still and fall back against his chest. He pulled out and moved away, letting Spike roll to his back. Xander draped himself over the hard, flat chest leaning in to press his lips to Spike’s in a soft, barely there kiss. Spike’s hands ran up and down his back.
“God I hope it’s like that every time,” Xander said with a heavy contented sigh.
“We’ll have to try it again real soon and find out mate.” Spike wrapped an arm around his neck and pulled him down, licking at Xander’s lips until he parted them to let Spike’s tongue in.
Xander sank down into him, closing his eyes to better savour the sensations. They lay together, idly exploring each others’ mouths until Xander began to drift off.
Spike shook him out of it and cleaned them both up with a T-shirt from he floor. “Can’t go to sleep, we have a patrol. Come on, let’s get going mate.” He threw the covers off and Xander climbed out of the bed, reaching for his clothes. Spike lay on his side watching Xander dress, a slow smile spreading across his face.
“What?” Xander asked.
Spike’s hand was gliding over his belly, lower and lower. “Well Harris, now that I know what’s under those fancy new clothes, it’s gonna make patrol a whole lot more interesting.”
Xander raked his gaze over Spike’s body and moaned. Beautiful. He dived back onto the bed and kissed Spike, fast and hard. “Same here. Now get up, if I have to get dressed so do you.” He hauled Spike out of the bed and, with a grin, slapped his ass.
Upstairs, Spike grabbed his duster and his favourite weapons, offering Xander a choice of several axes. Armed and, for the moment, satiated, Xander led the way to his car.
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