28 October 2000

11.32 am

Joyce,

Got the biscuits you sent me and the whelp. Tasted
really good mixed with the usual tea, you know the
stuff my kind likes.

Winter is now pretty much on us, cold all day and
worse at night. Got the wood heater fired almost
every day now, bloody dirty thing. The yokels are
full of themselves about telling the boy and me about
how this is so far a "mild" winter, I sneer when I can.
The jacket is coming in useful. Some bint foisted a kitten
on us, it's sodding well useless so far and just craps
and eats.

The night is becoming longer and I'm pretty much getting
off on that. You going to send more biscuits?

If you write again, I will drop you another
little note.

Your favourite blonde.

Spike sighed and looked at what he had written, it was the third try and it still didn't look any good. He wasn't the writer in the family, Angelus was and if he had been the one answering the letter sent by the Slayer's mother, it would probably take an elephant to tow it across the states as well as a few poncy drawings of the local scenery. Dru would have probably have told the stars to wave a reply to Joyce.

The whelp in question was still in bed, both taking advantage of the weekend and angsting over having touched another mans penis. It had been *very* nice to finally have another hand on his dick apart from his own, the boy still had a long way to go before really accepting his sexuality. The vampire was hoping that step by step, the brunette would come to see that touching another male's cock wasn't all that bad. He wasn't going to hold out too much expectation, he was the bottom in this relationship and while it wasn't unknown for a sub to fuck the dom occasionally, it was always done with extremely explicit orders and the sub was almost always in some way restrained by the dom, be it by leash or tied spread eagle across a bed with the top straddling the others cock.

He knew that Xander was a back door virgin, he still practically screamed the scent at him whenever the boy got horny. Angelus had only ever let him fuck him once and that was with his Grandsire Darla looking on, it had been the anniversary of her turning and his Sire had wanted to give her something special. The only male Angelus ever submitted to was the Master and that had only been on direct orders from either his Sire Darla or the Master himself. His Grandsire had never been allowed to watch her Sire and her Childe together and had been constantly curious about how Angelus took it. Darla, knowing how much her Childe hated another male taking him, had never really pushed him to perform for her. She had been delighted and nice to Spike for the whole next day as a reward for giving her a precious anniversary.

The boy, whom he could still hear arguing with himself as to why it wasn't bad to give another male a hand job as opposed to why it was completely wrong, would probably never let it get that far. Maybe a handjob every now and again and if he was really lucky, even a blowjob, after all Angelus had gone down on him a fair number of times during their time together if only to display his dominance by not allowing the younger vamp to come until the older male felt like it. Briefly thinking that he should introduce rimming into the relationship, Spike wondered if the brunette would do that even.

Mind slipping straight back down memory lane, he recalled the only time he had dived into his Sire. He had been all prepared for an extremely tight fuck, Angelus hadn't been requested by the Master for months. All oiled up and hard as a rock, Spike or Will as he had been known as then, Will had started to push in as gently as a vampire knew how until it had dawned on him that Angelus hadn't been turned a virgin in either sense. It was a strange irony that when a vampire was turned a virgin, even though they may be an absolute whore in the bedroom and go through a clan a night, they would still put off a faint odour of virginity. The odour returning to the body as it rebounded into the original tightness. You had to get up really close to smell it though.

There were 3 distinct virgin smells. A sweet, almost rose like scent for a female who was a total virgin as opposed to the muskier, heavy sharp tang that was left in the virginity still to be plucked from an arse fucking and vice versa. In a male, it was a heady scent of what smelt like wood that had been newly rained upon. A scent that pretty much smacked you in the face. A male who had screwed numerous partners still put out the scent if he hadn't taken it up the arse, ever. Once turned, these smells were still present but in such diluted amounts, they only made themselves known if you were either having sex or sitting beside the vamp in question for a marathon sitting session of at least 40 hours. Adored's were different, they constantly smelt virginlike if turned as one even if not aroused. It was something that, when asked why, Angelus hadn't been able to answer and Spike hadn't found an answer to it in the watchers book either.

He had been momentarily stunned not to find the scent as he could see that his Sire was aroused by having Darla watch them, and after thrusting into Angelus easier than expected, he had come to the realisation that his Sire's cherry had been plucked early and by someone who had done it often enough to cause some major permanent damage for him to be so loose, not as tight as a vamp that had been arse fucked a few times and then turned. Will had almost wilted when he realised that his own arse would have been the same, if not looser if he had stayed home that night, so many years before. It was the fact that he had been allowed into his Sire that had him all eager again and he had commenced to put on a great show much to the appreciation of Darla.

It had been in the early hours of the following morning that he had been woken by his Sire sitting on his bed, just absently stroking his long dark hair from his forehead. Angelus, an odd sad look in his dark eyes, had said nothing about the way his Childe had tried to take it slow and easy for him in direct opposition to the commands Darla had moaned out while squirming in the chair beside the bed. His Sire had finally had to tell Will to obey his Grandsire's demands. Nothing was ever said about that night and it had never been repeated, much to Will's disappointment.

In a decision that saw the letter to Joyce sealed in an envelope and addressed in scrawled almost old fashioned black writing, Spike pushed the memory back into the furthest corner of his mind and got up from the couch to make coffee's for himself and the whelp. Twatcat followed the vampire in the hopes of getting some of the pale yellow stuff that her "mother" had started giving her. Her "mother" being the one who squeaked and purred with her when "warm" wasnt around.

Hearing the following rapid heartbeat, the blonde pulled a cheese slice out of the fridge along with the milk and proceeded to give the yellow eyed kitten a few pieces before eating the rest himself while he waited for the kettle to boil. Once the kettle whistled, he turned off the gas burner and filled the two mugs, stirring the milk into the nasty black brew that they still both drank while waiting for Barney to send up a large tin of the Australian coffee.

Careful not to tread on the black fluff that was trying to climb up his legs, Spike hissed as one of the claws penetrated the loose grey track pants and into his pale skin while taking a coffee into the now silent bedroom.

Xander started to laugh as Twatcat swung off the track pants that the vampire was wearing as he was handed a mug of noxious smelling coffee. Eyeing the blonde as he downed the brew, he wondered just what the other man had thought when he had kept brushing his fingers along the cool organ the night before. He knew that the other man had heard his debate with himself before and he wasn't too sure how to go about even iniating a hand job, the pro side having eventually won on the compromise of if he didn't like it, he wouldn't have to do it again. Cat thrown onto the bed by a disgruntled vampire, Xander ignored the kneading fluffball and continued to laugh at the pout on the blondes face who was gesturing at the scratch on his leg that was already beginning to heal.

Coffee placed on the floor beside the mattress, the brunette opened his arms for the smaller man to crawl into as he continued to pout and flutter his eyelashes at the younger man.

"Looks nasty. Might just have to kiss it all better."

~ Yeah pet, kiss it and while you there, kiss something else too! ~

Smirk overriding the pout, the vampire started to laugh his soft grunts as the whelp pretended to study the now totally healed leg.

"Don't know, I think the leg has to come off. Wait there, I have to go and get a teaspoon and saw it off" said Xander, laughing harder at the sight of the vampire being dived upon by an all claws extended black dynamo. The kitten had taken a real shine to the blonde after spending a few days with the demon. Spike had finally suggested the name of Twatcat to Xander who had agreed in good humour after he had found out what twat had meant. The word twat was apparently a nickname for "pussy", that in itself a crude term for female sexual organs in England and they had both laughed long and hard at the thought of coming home to a "little pussy" hence the name Twatcat.

Kitten pulled off the gasping in laughter blonde and was deposited on the floor before galloping across the floorboards in search of something to stalk and hassle.

The leg of the vampire was now being covered in soft wet kisses. A loud raspberry later complete with more laughing from the two males and they started to calm down all the while looking into each others eyes. Xander hesitantly put both of his hands on the waistband of the track pants worn by the blonde, gently tugging down the tenting pants. Spike, lying on his back while the whelp knelt on the bed in between his spread legs, had a sudden fear that the whelp was going to try and fuck him like a woman. He knew why he hated that particular position. It was one that male prostitutes used to assume when servicing clients back in the days when he was still a human and the very thought of men doing it together and especially in a 'womens" position was a hatred that had carried over into his unlife. In a weird Victorian quirk of law, homosexuality was banned and a major crime unless it was established by both parties that one had assumed the role of a woman, therefore it not being two men but a man and "woman", the client obviously having had no choice but to pick a male.

After learning what his mam had wanted to do to him when he was younger, he had gone to visit a whore house that specialised in male prostitutes out of a burning sick obsession to find out what he could have become. It wasn't the thought of being with another male that made him ill, although that was quite revolting in itself, it was when the whore had stripped off and laid down with legs spread in a feminine way that had made him angry and appalled. He had left, running down the hallway while trying not to heave his dinner onto the expensive rugs. Later, back at his rented hovel, he had cried at the thought of how lucky he had been to escape that fate. He knew that most of the young boys who had been sold to rich county lords as playthings, ended up being sold back into whore houses when they had reached their use by date in the country. His slim body and blue eyes would have been in demand in a male brothel.

Even after being turned,it was a hatred of that position that had followed him. The whole male to male thing had gone to be replaced by an eagerness to be fucked by his Sire. His absolute determination not to be screwed in that position had led to him sometimes being beaten unconscious, only to wake up and find himself being taken like a woman by his bastard of a Sire. Of course if the whelp decided to take him that way, he wouldn't be able to do much about it except kick and struggle until either he set the chip off, was tied down or was beaten unconscious.

Xander saw the look of panic being replaced by an expression of pure determination. Wondering just what the hell had happened, the brunette let go of the track pants that were half way down the blondes legs, exposing a rapidly wilting cock. Stunned, the boy sat back on his heels and watched as the vampire pulled up the pants, got up and walked from the bedroom and sat on the couch.

~ Don't care if I love you Xanny, not going to let you do it this way. Stake me if you want, but I *won't* be a woman for anyone! ~

"Spike? What the hell happened back there, what's wrong?"

The brunette sat down on the couch next to the bleached blonde, his own emerging hard on now completely gone. Hand gently rubbing up and down the cool thigh. He didn't know what was wrong, this was the first time that the smaller man had denied him anything. Surprisingly, he wasn't angry. The panicked look had made his stomach crawl, if he had been angry, it was pretty much accepted but he had only been going to attempt his first handjob, not kick the shit out him.

"I wasn't going to hurt you, I was...you know..um,..I want to touch you. I want to feel your cock."

Lip bitten, Xander sighed when the vampire shook his head.

~ I didn't know that was what you wanted, sorry pet, but I'm really not in the mood now. Don't think I can get it up at the moment even with you touching me. ~

Being fucked like a woman never got him hard, and when threatened by Angelus with it, it was never an easy thing to get him ready to fuck anything for at least a few hours and after a particularly horrible night with his Sire screwing him for hours in the attempt to get him used to doing it that way, it had taken him a few days before he had wanted to do anything. His Sire had eventually given up trying to make the younger vampire like it and had reserved it for punishment.

"I thought that you might like me to touch you. You don't want me to?"

Hand on his thigh moving to just beside his crotch, radiating heat, was doing nothing to arouse him. It might as well have been cut off, that was how dead he was feeling at the moment. Smelling a tiny waft of annoyance from the boy, Spike thought about just going down on the boy and not bother to explain what had made him deny his claimant.

"Please tell me Spike, I *want* to know what gave you a case of the old Foster's Flop back there, you've never done that before."

~ Sod it all! Might as well just have a fucking sex change and spend the rest of my days watching that Oprah bint. I can't believe I'm going to tell the whelp. ~

Blonde head nodding at the boys demand, the vampire reached for the note pad and pen that were placed permanently on the wobbly coffee table. Silence filled the room, the only sounds being two heartbeats and a dripping tap in the kitchen, as the smaller man wrote for almost half an hour in the spiral bound book.

Xander wondered just what story he would get this time. It seemed like every time Spike wrote for longer than 10 minutes in one of the little pads, something was going to come up and bite them on the arse. Almost finished with his tale, the demon tacked on a last sentence of "Oh yeah, at Mac's party, I grabbed onto you that time because when I had a nasty thought involving a head mounted on wall, I had a white light flash behind my eyes and that is the first time it has happened since that time in the crypt.

The many pages handed to the curious brunette, Spike got up and un tangled Twatcat from the curtain that was threatening to adjust itself onto the floor. He wasn't worried about the sun as it was almost 3 pm and it was already starting to get a little dark, the storm that was brewing outside helping ease the first time winter onto the men.

"Jesus Christ, just how much more emotional baggage is left to come? Oh and your *mother* is..um..was a bitch!"

Completly agreeing with the pacing brunette, he waited for the next question.

"Ok, now that's said, what about this light thing?"

Shoulders shrugged, the two men stood and contemplated just what it could mean.

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Part 15:

1 November 2000

7.38 pm

Dear Cordy,

Thanks for all the magazines you sent us, it must cost
you heaps of money to send them. I don't know if the
Cosmo and Womens Health will be read but the others
will be useful to go through in the snowed in days
that are going to come up. How is the acting thing
going? Glad you got that second audition for the
toothpaste ad, your teeth are great, if only a little
scary at times. (Ha Ha, don't kill me, I'm only
joking!!) You and short hair, I would never have
thought to see the day and of course the photo does
no justice to you. How did you get Broodboy into a
green shirt? And why is Wes looking so drunk and
finally we get to put a face to the name Gunn.
Don't know why you whine so often about him, he
looks reliable.

Job is going well, made lots of friends among a few
disagreements. The state of Alaska is officially
obsessed with Spam, almost every day now both me
and Spike are getting recipes on how to make different
things with the tinned yuck. And this Pilot bread
stuff, you sooo don't want to know what can be
teamed with that. Let's just say that pickled
salmon is one of the nicest suggestions that
we've had so far.

You know the auction I told you about when I called
last week? Got invited to a marriage between Cyril
and a hot looking Indian woman who had won him that
night. Hit it off real well apparently. Lack of
available women means that Spike is my "friend" in
the invite. Don't think I told you that he had
actually got himself a job as an apprentice cook in
the local chinese restraunt in Pennington. He
hates it so far but with the cost of human during
the summer, it's going to take a lot more than my
pay each week to supply the stuff. Thinking that
my credit card will be running hot at the local
post office.

Worked out that it's going to cost at least $750.00
per month if he only has one bag every second day,
Lukas suggested at least two on those days for the
first winter. Finished the bank job and we have
started a indoor recreation complex. Apparently
Pennington is being advertised to all the rich
people as being a fantastic summer holiday spot
and by the amount of inquires about how fast a
house can be finished, I believe that the bait
is being taken. It's weird to work in the
darkness with only portable stadium lighting
to give us some light.

Cold, it is now so cold that the heater is going
non stop as soon as one of us is home. Ended up
having to quickly knock up a wood pile box with
a lid to keep it from getting wet. Spike ended
up doing most of it as he only works three nights
a week in the kitchen, came out pretty good too.
He's applied to the local college of Faribanks to
do a course in woodwork while he is at home all
day in spring and summer. Can't believe just how
domestic he is now. Remember how many times he
tried to off us all? Ended up starting up a second
bank account so that he could put his money in
the bank, not much to buy around the mall.

Lets see, what else can I tell you that i didn't
when I talked to you last? The days are getting
shorter, the Bleached Wonder is all happy and
glowy at that. The cat is mental (wonder if Dru
has been dusted and come back as a cat!), it
insists on trying to rip great chunks of my leg
hairs out and all I can say is that it does hurt.
Don't know how you girls put up with waxing?
Finally met the woman who "gifted" us with the
little brat. Steph is starting to show, she
introduced herself when we were in the chemist
last week. Really nice girl, looks a bit like
a cat herself with the green eyes. Turns out
that one of the guys I met at Mac's house a few
weeks ago is the father but it was a drunken
fling to start with. Both taking the
relationship slowly.

Ok, can't think of anything else to say, so I
will ring you next time in the office. Next
week, around my time 6pm on Wednesday? Say
hello to the Broody beast and the others.
Take care of yourself.

Thanks for everything.

Xander and Spike.

Xander wondered if getting a fantastic blowjob from your current "boyfriend" while writing to your ex-girlfriend was wrong. With a hope that it wasn't, he put the finished letter down as his heavy sac was sucked into a cool mouth, a small finger was run along the sensitive patch of skin just behind his balls.

"Ooohhh, that's it. Keep going"

Moaned the hard boy. The sight of the bleached head bobbing up and down in his crotch was making him harder than he had first thought possible. Of course, the blonde being naked and down on his knees did have something to do with it as well. He could make out the well defined muscles moving underneath the white skin. The vampire wasn't so much skinny as he was just slender and actually quite muscular for his size. His looks were deceiving, his size indicated no defined muscles at all. Xander had been surprised the first time that he had seen the pale form for the first time without the bruises adorning it. At that time though, he had still been in denial over being bi.

Feeling lazy, the brunette let the blonde do all the work instead of thrusting upwards to meet the coolness offered by the vampire. He sat back into the comfortable couch as he felt the tell tale tingle in his balls indicate that he almost ready to cum. Almost screaming as his thick member was deep throated and held with the one hand still rolling his balls, Xander laid both of his hand on top of the short soft hair, grunting in pleasure as the vampire vibrated his throat around the sensitive head. Cock released from the throat until just the head was left between the pale lips, he could feel his cock twitch and jerk. Sac tugged hard by a cool hand, the young man shot his cum into the waiting mouth of his companion.

"Good, soooo good! I want to touch you, your still hard" gasped Xander as his cock was cleaned off by a rough tongue. Grasped by his upper arms, Spike was helped off his knees and onto the couch next to the panting brunette. Gently pushed so that he lay on his back with legs spread, one foot on the floor and the other shifted so that it was between Xander and the couch, he was still very unsettled to be in this position even after the whelp had assured him repeatedly that he had no interest in doing him that way.

~ Don't care how many beatings you give me, If you even give one hint of changing your mind, I'm locking myself in that bloody bathroom again! ~

Spike lay exposed to the boys hot gaze. Arms folded behind his head as instructed, he gave a shudder in excitement as he felt the heat of the boy's hand engulf his already hard cock. The brunette had only touched his penis here and there hesitantly after the shower incident and the demon was almost beside himself in the anticipation of a full hand job. While the boy sat with one leg tucked underneath him, between the vampires spread legs, one hand was placed on the thigh of the leg that owned the foot on the floor. The heat coming from the boys large hand and fingers was getting to be unbearable. He still didn't know how the boy could be so hot and not burst into flames at any minute. Grasp tightened around his cool shaft, he squeaked at the feel of a hot thumb rub over the weeping slit of his cock.

Desperately trying not to encircle one of his own hands around the whelp's, he started to squirm into the slowly pumping hand. Xander had never felt anything so soft but hard at the same time. He had played with his own cock so many times before but the skin covering the cool organ was much silkier to the touch than his own. Staring down at the writhing male laid across the couch, he pumped and thumbed at the groaning mans shaft, only briefly touching the lightly haired ball sac here and there. He was getting excited again, he could feel himself hardening at the sight of the pale form thrusting up into his hand. Xander knew just how good it felt to do it when Spike gave him a hand job and from the small grunts and squeaks coming from the vampire, he apparently wasn't doing too badly.

Spike was in heaven, it had been so long since another hand had been wrapped around his cock bar his own and he could feel his cum building already. Opening his eyes, he tried to get the boys attention that was focused on what was going on between the fingers of his hand that was pumping harder and faster. Without enough warning, cum shot over his chest, the couch and over Xanders broad chest and the hand still wrapped around his penis.

Shocked at how cool the vampires cum felt, the brunette continued to stare at the twitching softening organ enclosed in his hand. White fluid covered his hand, a few spurts had made contact with his chest. Gently laying the penis against a white thigh, he leant over the panting male to present his hand to the opening mouth. A tongue sneaked out of the fang filled mouth and ran itself along the sticky coated fingers..... fang filled?

"Uh, Spike? Why do you have fangs when your not even in..um..game face?" asked the curious boy, delighting in the sensation of his hand being cleaned by a cool tongue, having his fingers alternately sucked into an awaiting orifice. Surprisingly enough, he wasn't afraid of the long sharp teeth that had appeared as the vampire had opened his mouth to receive his sticky fingers. Careful not to cut himself, he ran a finger down one of the elongated eye teeth. With arms still tucked behind his head, the vampires eyes flew open again as he realised that the whelp was right.

~ Jesus Christ! One hand job and I've got fangs again, this is fucking great. Maybe after a few more and a good suck, I'll get my whole face back? ~

Boy's hand knocked away from his mouth, only briefly wincing at the buzzing sensations the chip sent around his scalp, he gingerly stuck his forefinger into his mouth and prodded at his two magically appeared fangs. Now sitting up with the brunette still between his spread legs, the vampire lurched forward and into the younger man's arms as a blinding light flashed from behind his eyes.

Xander laughed as the bleached blonde shoved his hand away so that he could feel his teeth. He was pleased for the demon, he knew how much it stressed the other man not to be able to go into game face on will. He continued to laugh until the the blondes face went suddenly blank and he fell into his arms unconscious.

"Spike...Spike are you alright?" asked the worried boy. Giving the vampire a shake, he was alarmed at the way the head lolled around like it didn't belong on the end of a neck. Hesitant to move the demon, he nether the less gathered the smaller man up and hefted him into the bedroom. The vampire had gained back his original turning weight after Xander had made sure that his adored had enough blood to satisfy him each day. He would never go over the weight he had been on the day he was turned but oddly enough, vampires could and did in some cases loose weight and even starve to death. He was now heavier than he looked, making Xander glad once again that his job kept him fit and healthy.

With the blonde laid down on the bed, he thought to himself that there was now no longer any other choice in what to do. The book he had stolen from Giles' had given them no clue as what to do about the light. He only assumed that was what had made the vampire unconscious. Hoping that the older man was still awake, Xander rushed to the phone and punched in the required number.

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