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It was only about a week later when Anya had to go away to pick up some valuable piece for the shop. I think it was an eyeball or something. Anyway, the other Scoobies were otherwise occupied and I was asked to watch the shop. No biggie; I�ve seen Anya run the shop plenty of times; customer comes in; customer looks at expensive yet hideous demon body parts; customer leaves. Xander stands behind counter looking pretty. Not hard at all.
The fact that it was a Friday night made it even easier. Who in their right mind would be shopping for gifts for the magically inclined on a Friday night when they could be partying?
Okay that probably explains where the others had to be.
Suddenly I feel pathetic for having had nothing better to do that night.
I actually served about three customers, which has to be a record for a Friday night. I spent most of the night listening to my personal stereo, I�d just bought the new RHCP album and it was exceeding all my expectations.
Around nine I was thinking about closing up. Anya had said to leave the shop open �til about midnight, or until she got back. But it was so quiet.
I ducked under the counter to find the closed sign (Yeah, I know, it�s on the back of the open sign glued to the door, my brain wasn�t in gear at the time). When I got up again, Spike was there.
Now, I hadn�t seen Spike until our little adventure of the floor of his crypt. What do you say to someone in that situation?
�Hey there. Can I help?�
Well, I was in �shop-keeper� mode.
�Yeah, I need�� he paused and looked around the shop, before finally looking back at me, �A good, hard fuck.�
I swallowed hard and felt the colour rise in my face.
�I�m afraid we don�t serve those, come back tomorrow, the owner might be able to assist you.�
�Ouch.�
It only occurred to me then that this was where Spike had sex with my fianc�e, I was sure I�d be able to use it to diffuse him. I was hoping for a little more emotion than a simple �ouch�.
�You deserve a much more physical �ouch�, methinks.� I said, stepping around the counter, ready for a fight, whether he could fight or not.
�Xander, I don�t want to kid around here, I�m serious. I want you.�
That was when I punched him in the face, and I can tell you, it was one of the most satisfying feelings ever. I really took him by surprise; he almost flew across the room.
Needless to say, I was feeling pretty good about myself.
Clever Xander, all big and strong, beat the nasty vampire.
Hence the horror when he looked up at me from the floor, eyes all teary.
�You could have just said if you weren�t interested.� He said, sniffling. Sniffling? �What is it with you people, you can�t just let a guy down gently, you want to tear my heart out and shred it before staking it and ending all this-�
All right, I should tell you the thoughts that were going through my head as he ran off his little speech.
I always thought I was pretty good with the puppy-dog eyes, but this guy was a pro. If you were caught being looked at with those watery eyes, and his pouting lips� I just went forward to help him up, I crouched down just as he was talking about his heart and I realised how he must have been feeling. Buffy used him, but we all assumed he deserved it. But no one deserves to be used like that, not even Spike.
I really just wanted him to stop talking, I figured I could dig my way out of the hole when I was done, but now� now I don�t know.
I kissed him to shut him up.
Well, that�s going to be my excuse for the time being.
I could taste his tears, I let my tongue delve deeper, exploring the sharp ridges of his teeth. I let my eyes close to appreciate the oblivion of being intertwined with this beautiful being. I let my hands wrap their way around his sides, I would hold him and not let anyone hurt him again.
Urgh, I sound so pathetic, but that was how I felt at the time, I was so desperate to look after him and help mend his heart.
I slowly managed to manoeuvre myself so that I was knelt directly over him.
�Stop crying.� I commanded.
�I wasn�t.� He said, looking pathetic still. �I was j-just a little emotional.� He rubbed at his eyes and started getting up. �Anyway, you�ve made it damn obvious that you don�t want me. I�ll just go home now. If you can call it a �home�.�
It was somewhat amusing how he acting. He sounded like a spoilt little kid. I took it upon myself to show him who was in charge. I pinned him back down on the floor.
�You asked for this, and I�m going to enjoy it.� I sounded so cool, but you�ll just have to take my word for it.
I kissed him again and decided I didn�t care if I was straight or gay.
I could feel him arching up to try and grind his dick against mine. I smiled and lowered my body further, pleased to hear Spike moan with delight as he got the contact he�d been craving, I could feel he�d needed it as well.
I leaned forward to kiss him again,
�Tell me you want me.� Spike panted, his eyes had dried and that frosty stare returned.
Of course I obliged.
�I want to fuck you �til you scream at me to stop.�
�Fuck me then.�
I never tried the whole �talking dirty� bit with Anya, I don�t know if it would have turned me on with her as much as it did with Spike. It was probably just the English accent. Wait, Giles has an English accent; urgh, nasty thought. Just imagine; Giles talking dirty�
I leant backwards, pulling Spike up with me, I kissed him roughly, pushed his coat to the floor and took his t-shirt off. I brushed my lower lip over his left nipple, feeling it stiffen at my touch. Slowly I brushed against it again before circling it with my tongue and sucking it into my mouth. Spike threw his head back and groaned.
I had wanted to drag this out for as long as possible, make it last, but that groan� God I couldn�t stop myself. I flipped him over, satisfied with the pained cry he let out when he hit the floor. I quickly squirmed my way out of my own clothes, then undid the fly of Spike�s sexy leather pants. It was a little difficult as he was lying face down, I had to reach under him to undo the button and zipper, but eventually I got it.
Spike never wore underpants, I always knew that, today it was just very convenient.
He didn�t seem to weigh a thing as I picked him up, pushing him forwards onto the table he and Anya fucked on. I slammed his face down against the wood, and kicked his legs apart, I could see the edge of the table was digging into his stomach, but he seem to be in too much discomfort. Maybe not even enough.
I wanted some sort of witty remark to make before I started fucking his brains out, but I couldn�t think of anything so I just thrusted in.
All at once.
That�s a lot of Xander to love.
�Like that, Spikey?� I asked, pulling back ready to thrust again.
�Uh-urgh, goddamn, fuh-fuck�� etc, you get the idea. He was loving it.
If I�d seen my face at that moment I would have been embarrassed. I could feel it contorting, every muscle in my body clenching as I poured my soul into Spike. After I came, I seemed to dissolve to the floor, ending up on my back staring up at the ceiling.
Spike turned and lay next to me, he snuggled up against my side and I absentmindedly placed an arm around him and kissed the top of his head.
I don�t know how long we were lying there, but at some point I realised that I never actually shut up shop, and that Anya would be back soon and that anyone could have walked in and seen us.
I looked into Spike�s beautiful eyes and he understood.
He gathered his things and left, I stayed long enough to close down and dress, then I too hit the road.
And here I am now, in the middle of the street, it�s pretty dark and the moon is full. I can�t seem to move, I just can�t believe I did it. And now this horrible thought is curling itself around my mind, squeezing until all other trains of thought are cut off. The image of Spike lying next to me is imprinted on the inside of my eyelids.
O dear god.
This is worse than I ever would have guessed.
I luh- I love Spike?
No, I�ll get over it, I�m probably still in shock.
That�s all.
Until the next time.
End of Chapter 2
Chapter 1
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