AUTHORS: Salustra and Myst
E-MAILS: Salustra- goddess_salustra@juno.com . and Myst-
greeneyeddevilmyst@hotmail.com . 
Title: The Groom and The Bad Man 1/10 
Pairing: Spike/Xander 
Rating: NC-17 
Summary: When Xander leaves Anya at the altar, he ends up finding Spike
and getting more than he bargained for. 
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Spoilers: Season 6 BtVS: Hells Bells 
Warnings: Slash content (duh). 
Disclaimer: All hail the almighty Joss and ME. We claim no ownership over
the wonderful characters and universe he and the other writers and the
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Part 1



Spike sighs to himself as he walks through the cemetery. He had ditched
his 'date' after the failed attempt at making Buffy jealous, at Xander
and Anya's wedding. He stops when he hears drunken singing. 
"You were alllllwaaayyss on myyy miiiiind.." Is heard in caterwauling
clarity from a few crypts away. Spike vaguely recognizes the voice and
moves to investigate. He sees a tuxedo-clad Xander draped over a tomb,
clutching a bottle of whiskey. 
"Whelp...what the bloody 'ell are you doing 'ere?" 
Xander lays atop one of the numerous crypts that populate the Sunnydale
Cemetery. Strange that such a small town has so many. His tux is in
stages of being removed, and long ago met with fluids and substances that
were *so* going to cost him his deposit. His head is flung back, arms
stopping mid air wave, as he looks to see which blurry vision spoke to
him.
"Who's 'ere?" Xander slurs.
"Spike. You know, you're a git. Laying out 'ere in vampire central-- are
y'trying to get eaten?" 
Xander giggles, and moves toward the funny sounding shiny white blur,
managing to roll off the tomb and to the ground with further laughter. 
"Why not? Might as well be good for shomesthing. Why not a nummy treat?"
Giggles to himself. 
"Nummy treat." More giggles. Then a serious look. 
"Hey, Shpike. Wonder if you could eat mes, if I let ya? You know like an
invite thingy?" His breathy slurred enthusiasm is growing with his
drunken machinations. Wide brown eyes look up at the now recognizable
vampire. Spike looks at the soft brown eyes staring into his. A nummy
treat indeed. His voice is low and husky as he replies. 
"Probably could. Is that what you're wantin'?" 
Xander lets his head roll back against the tomb at his back. Groaning
softly, "Aww..Shpike. Why you gotta ask quesshions? You know m'not that
bright. Doughhhnut boy and all." Xander says as he pulls at the grass
under his legs, ripping it absently. His voice dropping to the sullen
tones of an upset child. The drunken lability of his mood switches again.
 
"Nope. Not good for anythin'. You go 'head Sphiikey. 'ave you a right
good meal." There is a very bad drunken attempt at an english imitation
done on the end note. Xander rolls his head to one side and pulls less
than gracefully at his collar. Spike is sorely tempted just to dive right
in. Who would know? But he sighs at the little tug of...well, to be
honest, affection...for the boy in front of him. 
"Come with me back to my crypt first." 
"Awww, come on Spikey. I wanna be dead, noooooowwww," Xander whines,
flinging his arms looking more and more the spoiled brat. Spike rolls his
eyes and moves over to pull Xander to a sitting position. Once he's got
him sitting, he grabs him around the middle and hoists him over his
shoulder in a fireman's carry. 
"Taking you back to my crypt to deal with you proper," he says as he
starts walking off with him. 
The slightly larger man kicks and wiggles ineffectively in his completely
undignified position. 
"Shpike. Put me down. Fine if you won't do it. I'll find another vampy,
Oh fanglessss wonder." Xander raises his head, and calls out, "Here
vampy, vampy vampy....Heeeerrre, vampy." Spike smacks Xander firmly on
the ass. 
"Shut it, you." He wants to giggle. No reaction from the chip, so Xander
must have enjoyed it. Xander yelps, and wiggles again. 
"I am not a little baby Spike. Damn it." Some of the slurr falling away
from his voice as he struggles with the forced lucidity his current
situation was bringing him.
"No, you're a drunken, stupid sod. And you don't have the practice to
'andle it. Nice arse, by the way. Nice and firm." Spike says, grinning
wickedly as he opens the door to his crypt and carries Xander inside. 
"Eeep." A very girlish sounding yelp, at the nice arse comment. Being
'not that drunk', he did recognize a line when he heard one. 
Spike goes back to his bedroom and deposits Xander on the bed. 
Landing on the bed in with a whump of expelled air, Xander looks up at
Spike. 
"Umm. Listen. Spike. I. Umm. About the whole bitey thing." Xander is
quickly back-pedaling his way through fear-induced sobriety as fast as
his 'nice arse' could. 
"Why don't I just go home? And...and we'll forget all about Doughnut boy
drunk in the cemetery? Come on what say?" Xander was not only retreating
verbally, but his body had gotten into the act, pushing himself across
the bed as best he could...before falling off the other damn side in a
heap.
"Xander, you forget the chip. I can't really 'urt you. Not unless you
want me to. You're safe as 'ouses with me. Not letting you out of 'ere
til you sober up anyway. Some nasty will find you and eat you up and I'll
get blamed for it." Spike's eyes glow with amusement at Xander being
scared of him. It had been too long since someone was afraid of him and
he relished the feeling. 
"OH." The self-deprecation in that one little word spoke volumes. Yep,
the chip. Xander could be heard sighing, then righting himself next to
the vampire’s bed. Xander laughed bitterly. The vampire he hated had just
saved him from a death due to idiocy and laid him out on his own bed to
sober up. Hated him? Well, no. But still. Did it have to be Spike who
found him? Couldn't be one of his supposed friends. Xander hung his head,
sobriety fast looming.
Spike is oddly affected by Xander's hangdog expression. He wants to...
*shudder* ...comfort him. So he gives his best shot. 
"Don't sound so disappointed. You *do* 'ave a nice arse. I meant that."
A very wry laugh from the man sitting on the floor. 
"Yeah, Spike thanks. To bad I wear it on my shoulders most of the time."
Xander looks down at his hands. Then back up at Spike. 
"I'm ok now Spike." Xander almost can't choke out the next bit. 
"Thank you for the..." Gesturing to the crypt door. Then he moves to get
his sorry ass up. Spike moves in front of the door. 
"Yer still drunk. Lay down. Sleep it off." He is actually moved that
Xander thanked him. 
"You can't go 'ome anyway, right? Anya won’t be too happy with you like
this will she?" 
Visibly shaken by the mention of his now ex fiancee, Xander slumps. He
shoulder rolls forward and he turns from Spike to collect himself.
Great-- cry in front of Fangless. Could this night get any worse? Xander
wraps his arms around himself, one hand over his face as he forces
himself to calm down. Spike moves up behind Xander and lays a hand on his
shoulder, rubbing slightly. 
"Sorry, mate. Didn't mean to..." Xander curls away from Spike's touch,
waving him off with a failed laugh. 
"No. It's ok, Spike. Not like you did anything." Just saved my sorry ass,
but he couldn't say that. Spike would just laugh. Spike stands, unsure of
what to do. Xander is obviously hurting and while that should give him
some sort of happy it really doesn't. It makes him want to do something,
anything, to help. He's not quite sure when Xander passed into the tight
little realm of people Spike wanted to help but it evidently had happened
and he hadn't really noticed til now. He sits on the bed behind Xander. 
"You c'n talk to me, y'know. Not like I'm gonna tell anyone. No one
listens to me." 
Xander looks up at Spike, blinking the last few tears fighting to spill
from his eyes back. Did Spike just offer to talk with him? He blinks
again, looking more carefully. No smirk. No sneer. Is Spike being
sincere? He considers this. He isn't wrong. No one listens to him. Not
since the whole Adam thing. Not since a lot of things. Xander looks down
again. Why not talk to him? Even if someone did listen, who'd care? And
at least he could get it out. 
All this feels like a damn boulder in his stomach. Maybe this way he
could at least swallow and not feel like hurling. Or maybe that is the
booze. That subtle consideration is quickly met with a mad dash for the
crypt door, from which Xander looks like he is going for the long
distance puke record. Quickly he finds himself on the ground, half in and
half out of the crypt, trying to catch his breath, taking in long ragged
pulls of cool night air. Spike comes and grabs Xander, pulling him back
into the crypt. He wets a cloth and brings it to Xander, along with a cup
of water. 
"Here." Spike says. Falling back against the wall of the crypt, Xander
looks up at Spike. 
"Thanks," he manages, taking the cloth and the drink, wiping his face in
hard angry strokes, taking down a few gulps of the water. 
"You know what I did, don't you?" Xander decides he wants to know
something. He isn't even going to think the ‘couldn't get any worse’ line
that is undoubtedly a curse on the Hellmouth. But he is going to risk
this. Spike shrugs. 
"No. Not really. Something must be up though if you're here, alone and
drunk on your wedding night." Xander looks down at the glass in his
hands. 
"I left her. Left her at the altar." He looks straight into those cool
blue eyes. 
"So not my wedding night. Should have been the night I died though."
Xander leaves an unspoken question to lie between them. Spike shakes his
head ever so slightly. 
"Couldn't let that 'appen." His eyes are steady on Xander's. Xander's
eyes narrow. What does that mean? Oh. 
"Buffy finds out you let her little Doughnut Boy get all eaten up and
then Spike goes all dusty." Xander drops his eyes again. 
"I get it Spike. Ok." The bitterness in his voice is just shaded by its
shakiness. Spike sighs. 
"Yeah. As if I give a rat's arse what Buffy thinks." His voice is bitter.
 
"No. Xander. I...I like you. Don't wanna see you 'urt, is all." Xander
doesn't move. 
"What?" He hadn't realized he said it til he heard his own voice. 
"I mean...the huh? what? who?.." Xander stammers, then turning his head,
he looks at Spike. 
"You like me?" He almost squeaks.
Spike kneels and looks at Xander. He moves his face much closer than he
probably should. 
"Yes," he says quietly. 
"I like you." He's close enough now that Xander can see the tiny gold
flecks in his eyes around the pupils. Xander watches, fascinated. Maybe
he had passed out. This is some sort of dream. Spike likes him. Spike is
inches from his face. Spike's eyes are...beautiful. Xander leans forward
slightly. He isn't sure what he is doing-- just knows he wants to be
closer to those eyes, that mouth. Xander licks his lips carefully, and
then leans further. More important than not knowing what he is doing, he
also doesn't know if he can do it. He must have moved again when his eyes
closed to the thought, because next thing he knows, he is kissing Spike.
A soft kiss. Just a pressing of lips, before the sensation registers with
Xander. Nope, not dreaming, he thinks, opening his eyes despite his fear
at what he will find.
Spike's eyes are still looking at Xander. He presses back softly against
Xander and his hand moves to gently rest on the nape of his neck.
Xander's lips are much fuller and softer than he expected, and he really
likes the feeling of them against his own. He pulls back, slightly, and
whispers against Xander's lips, "Wonderful." 
Xander blushes. 
"Wonderful?" Ducking his head, a smile curls his lips. The first real
smile he's had in hours now. He looks back into those beautiful blue
eyes, then to rest of the face in front of him. He has to pull back from
him to see properly. Cheeks, lips, pale skin. Soft pale skin, he
corrects, when his hand, with a will of its own, shoots out and brushes
over one of those sharp cheeks. Hair. Well, the hair is just silly, but
he can't help but touch it. No romantic notion there. It is as hard as it
looks. Another smile tickles Xander’s lips and even goes so far as to
touch the corners of his eyes. His hand makes its return journey down
that soft cheek. Meeting those eyes once more, Xander pulls his hand
away, looking suddenly embarrassed. 
"Sorry," he whispers.
Spike reaches his hand out and strokes the side of Xander's face, ever so
gently bringing Xander back to face him. He looks again into those lovely
soft brown eyes. He takes in his soft peaches and cream complexion, that
little bit of stubble on his jaw and chin. He runs a finger up his strong
jaw and then curls it up into his soft messy mop of dark brown hair. 
"You didn't like it?" Spike asks. 
"Oh...umm...no...I mean...yes...umm..." Xander nearly gets apoplectic. He
takes a deep breath and sighs heavily, closing his eyes. When he opens
them, he begins again. 
"Yes, Spike I did." He is looking straight at the vampire that is petting
him, which is giving him the most interesting sensations, but not where
he's being petted. That thought teams up with what he just said to Spike
and fast has him moving off the floor, dropping the forgotten glass in
his hand. It shatters and Xander stops moving, closing his eyes again. 
"Oh damn," sigh, "I'm sorry Spike. I'm just so sorry." Xander *is* sorry.
Sorry for Anya. Sorry for imposing on Spike, who was just so...well
really...kissable right then...and now sorry for breaking the stupid god
damned glass.
Spike stands up and presses against Xander, stroking his hair again. 
"Shh. It's fine. Nothin' to be sorry for." Then he kisses Xander, more
firmly, more passionately. The body pressed to him gives Xander pause. A
male body-the thought crosses his mind. This is a male body pressed
against me. That thought gives way to another. Well you kissed him. And,
you're kissing him again. Pulling himself from other thoughts, he checks.
Well what do ya know I am? Then in delayed reaction, Spike's words come
to him. How could anyone forgive him anything? Especially now. Especially
him. Spike. A vampire he'd done nothing but snark at and hurl hatred
toward is forgiving him. What he is forgiving does not matter, just that
he was, brings the tears that Xander had hidden so well earlier. Now they
stream down his face as he tries to return Spike's kiss. It feels so
good. Feels right. 
Spike feels Xander pressing back in the kiss, giving to him, opening to
him. He can also feel the tears and is puzzled by them. One hand shifts
down to Xander's hip, resting lightly on it, pulling their bodies just a
little closer together. He pulls back from the kiss finally and kisses
and licks along the tracks of Xander's tears. 
"Why are you crying? Did I do something wrong?" The tears fall in full
force now. Did he do something wrong? Oh God. Xander scrubs his eyes, and
shakes his head. 
"No, No Spike. You didn't. I..I.." Xander, for once is at a loss for
words. Spike gazes at Xander. All he wants to do is pull that confused,
tormented-looking boy to him and make him feel better. Comfort him. No,
that is a lie. He wants to kiss those full lips and feel the
construction-worker's body that is hiding under those clothes. He wants
to make love to him. Seeing him vulnerable and tender like this is
driving Spike mad with desire. He tries to rein in his runaway libido.
The boy needs comfort now, not a sex-starved vampire who will drag him
down into debauchery. He pulls Xander against him and rubs his back in
slow, soothing circles. 
"Go ahead and 'ave a good cry. Whatever you need." He just hoped the boy
didn't feel his growing hardness against him. Xander closes his eyes. He
feels the soft strokes on his side. He leans into them without thinking.
After all the painful realizations, this feels good. He needs to feel
good. That's what all the drinking was supposed to make happen. So maybe
it did. A light smile touches his lips at Spike's words. Xander actually
thinks his tears are all cried out for now. He can feel the few Spike's
soft tongue had not cautch, drying on his cheek. Then something pokes
him. And again. He opens his eyes and looks at Spike. 
"Umm, Spike?" A questioning look to his eyes. Spike swallows. The boy had
felt it. He'd run now, probably tell Buffy about the degenerate vampire
trying to seduce him. 
"Yes?" Spike answers with attempted, *cough* innocence. 
"W-w what's that?" Xander nudges his hip at the thing poking him. His
mind is very much avoiding his own assessment of what it is. Spike moans
at Xander's hip brushing against him. He sighs heavily. 
"It's my willy." He watches Xander's eyes and face for his reaction. 
"Huh," Xander grunts. Intelligent conversation is so not happening now.
He swallows and tries again. 
"So what I should have asked is, why it is poking me?" Xander doesn't
look away, and doesn't move. Spike notices this and decides he might as
well be honest. Rather be hung for a lion then a lamb. 
"It's saying 'ello 'cause I'm pressed against your desirable body." 
"Huh," the witty Xander returns. Completely not having the reaction he
thought he'd have to this news. In fact he is having a very different
reaction altogether. His pants are very rapidly becoming more
uncomfortable by the minute. Well, after everything he's done today, why
hold back now? A sly smile crosses his lips, as he rolls his hips poking
Spike back. Spike's eyes flash at Xander's reaction. He can feel Xander's
cloth-covered erection brush against his own. He presses back against
Xander and kisses down his neck and then licks a path back up his neck to
his ear, nipping lightly on his earlobe. He whispers hotly into his ear
in a low honeyed voice, 
"Want to go back to my bedroom? The bed would be much more comfortable
than this stone wall." Xander's still a little shocked despite his little
show of bravery, so he nods, not trusting what might come out of his
mouth right now.
Spike takes Xander's hands and walks backwards towards the bedroom,
pulling him along. He backs until his knees touch the edge of the bed and
he sits, bending down to unlace and remove his Docs. He slides them off
and his socks as well, and he looks back up at Xander. 
"Boots are a bloody pain on the bed. C'mere." He pulls the still-standing
Xander to him and kisses along his stomach through the thin fabric of his
white tuxedo shirt. Xander watches Spike as he moves. There is something
not quite right about a man that can move like that. Well, duh. He thunks
himself in the head mentally. Vampire. Oh that's nice, he thinks, looking
down to see said vampire kissing his belly. His hand cards through that
not-so-soft hair, mussing it, working some of that gel out. He can tell
somewhere there is soft hair under all that. Finding that mildly
frustrating, he lets his hand slide down to Spike's shoulder, squeezing
it softly. His other hand mimics this on the other shoulder. He just
wants to feel this. Wants so much to feel better. He lets all the little
things tickling in the back of his mind at all this fade. He'll deal with
that later. Right now, he wants this. It scares him to death but he does.
Spike feels the hand in his hair. He looks up. 
"Hate the gel? I'll rinse it out later for you." His hands move up to
slide off Xander's tuxedo jacket. 
"Let's get you out of some of these things now." His slim expert fingers
start undoing the last few buttons of Xander's shirt and push it back out
of the way, exposing Xander's surprisingly muscular chest and abs to his
gaze. And his touch. He runs his fingertips lightly over him, starting at
the beltline and going up and then back down. He moves his mouth forward
and kisses around the navel and then dips his tongue in and out, swirling
it, thrusting it, fucking his bellybutton. 
Xander's hands clench on Spike's shoulders as he does very wicked things
to his belly. A groan rolls from his lips. He forces his eyes back open,
realizing they are closed. Looking down, he sees Spike's head moving in a
way that makes him wish it wasn't his belly button he was toying with.
Another touch of that tongue sends a shiver over Xander. 
"Oh...Spike." He groans again. Xander’s fingers move from Spike’s
shoulders to just each side of the vampire's neck, stopping there,
rubbing gently, trying not to grab that stiff head of hair and pull it
where he wants it. His cock throbs with need, but he keeps his calm slow
movements just next to Spike's neck. 
Spike can glance down and see Xander getting harder, his cock straining
against the tight tuxedo pants. His hands move down to start running
fingertips under the waistband of his pants to see what reaction this
provokes, if he should go further. Xander jumps slightly at the fingers
under his waistband. Then he sighs, looking down at those fingers and
then looking back at Spike, giving him a little smile and a deep blush in
response. 
Spike stops, stripping off his own T-shirt, revealing his sculpted pale
chest. Then he reaches over to slowly unsnap and unzip Xander's pants.
Spike sees the silk boxers underneath and runs his finger up and down the
soft fabric covering Xander's erection. He looks up and Xander. 
"I love that blush. Makes me want to pounce on you and devour you." 
Xander has the barest glimmer of sadness at Spike undoing his pants. He
knows what he has on underneath and for who he was supposed to have been
wearing them. Then he hears those words. Those nasty little thoughts just
fly right the hell out the window. He blushes even more furiously at
having blushed to begin with. Like some little girl. The red darkens his
neck and down the front of his chest. 
"It...it...does?" Xander shivers.
Spike slides the pants down so that Xander can step out of them. He
teases with fingertips around the waistband of the boxers while he licks
up and down through the fabric. Xander's eyes roll back at the teasing
licks. Not trusting his hands they drop to his sides. Now he finds he
sooo wants them to be on the blonde head. His fists clench and open
rhythmically. 
"Spike." Xander moans, forcing himself to look down at the alabaster
beauty in front of him. 
"Please." It isn't meant to sound as desperate as it comes out. But
Xander just can't help it. Spike is going to kill him. He is going to
tease him to death. That one little word is all Spike needs. He pulls
down the boxers, dropping them to the floor. Xander's lovely cock is now
in front of him. He looks up and keeps his eyes locked with Xander's as
he lowers his mouth onto the delicate head, licking all over it with tiny
kitten licks and then teasing in and out of the slit. 
A hiss of air is sucked in, even startling Xander, when he does it. To
his body it seems like those licks are everywhere at once. A thin sweat
breaks out over him, as his arousal grows almost unbearable. His eyes are
locked with Spike's, his dark eyes almost purely black. He lets one hand
gently trail over Spike's cheek, and down, very carefully cradling the
back of his head and forcing himself not to shove forward. Spike’s hands
move to Xander's hips and caress and firmly grip as he starts moving
slowly down the shaft. He teases with tiny licks here and there as he
takes more and more in, holding good constant suction on it as only a
being who does not need to breathe can manage, his cheeks sucked in
making a soft moist passage for Xander's cock. Then he unleashes his
tongue, letting it do terrible wicked undulations against the underside
of his cock. The hand at the base of the vampire's neck grips and
releases, shaking. Feeling the pull at his hips, he rocks to Spike's
movements. The thrills of that tongue let something loose in Xander. His
other hand joins the first, his rocking becoming faster. 
"Umm, yesss. Oh yes...umm." His moans, taking on a life of their own,
roll from his lips. Spike relaxes his jaw and lets Xander fuck his mouth.
He keeps teasing and tempting with his tongue. He lets this continue for
a little while and then relaxes his throat, pushing forward on one of
Xander's in-strokes, and swallows the tip of his cock, milking and
massaging with the muscles of his throat. 
"AHHhhh.." Xander cries out. He almost blacks out from the sensation of
being swallowed up whole. His knees try to turn to jello. Stars and
little birdies whirl around his head. His cum shot clenches his balls
into a vise, sending spurts of hot cum down Spike's throat. Xander
doesn’t know anything after that, because he is promptly slumping toward
the floor and not exactly awake anymore. Spike holds Xander steady with
the hands on his hips as he swallows the precious cum, every last drop.
Then he pulls Xander towards him and then rolls him onto the bed. He
stands up and takes off his jeans and then pulls Xander further onto the
bed, across the sheets. He pulls covers over them both and snuggles in
next to him. He's rather pleased to have sent Xander unconscious with a
blow job alone. He grins as he cuddles against Xander, purring, stroking
his chest. Then he remembers. He crawls out of bed and goes to the
makeshift shower he has constructed by tapping into a water line. He gets
the shampoo and washes the gel out of his hair. He dries off with a towel
until his hair is only slightly damp and then he crawls back in with
Xander to cuddle with him until he wakes again
Spike stirs against Xander and looks up, smiling. 
"You're awake." He is practically wrapped around Xander's body, nestled
as closely as he can manage. Xander gets over his initial shock, and
moves his arms around Spike. 
"Yeah, sorry," Xander murmurs, with lightest blush tickling his ears and
cheeks. What a hot date I am. Give me a blowjob and I'm out like a light.
Left him high and dry too. Wonder if he's pissed. Xander looks down at
his Spike shaped adornment. Well he couldn't be too pissed cold he? Spike
slides up to kiss Xander. He looks up into his eyes. 
"You keep apologizing. Don't. Loved wrapping my lips around your langer.
I'm 'opin' it's not a one-off but it was definitely good." 
Damn. Spike's words bring those things tickling in his brain again. Why
had Spike done this for him? Pity? What did all this mean? Did it mean
anything? No, Xander tells himself. Spike did what he did for whatever
reasons, and he is going to pay him back. Now how the hell he is going to
do that is another question-- a very nervous and especially bad question.
He isn't exactly gay sex man. Now, something else to worry about. Xander
bites his lip, his brow furrowed in thought. Spike sees the expression on
Xander's face. 
"I say somethin' wrong?" The boy is terrified, or disgusted, and he
doesn't want to tell me. He's trying to be nice 'cause I comforted him
and got him off. Spike, you're a fucking stupid wanker. One drunken
sexual encounter does not a gay boy make. The thought gives him a gnawing
feeling in his gut. He really really likes being curled up here next to a
warm body that didn't beat him up and make him feel like shit before and
after sex. Someone who stayed and didn't bolt like a rabbit the second
intimacies were done. Granted, the boy had passed out, but he could be
running now and he's not. 
Xander sighs, and lifts his other arm running his fingers through his
dark brown hair. 
"No. You did so many things right Spike. I just..." Xander drops his hand
back to the bed. The arm he has around Spike tightens, and he blurts out,
"Why-did-you-do-this-for-me-Spike?" Maybe if he just knew. If Spike just
told him outright. That it was pity. Then he can do what he has to do and
go. He won't have to worry so much about what else is happening here. And
if he wasn't the best reciprocator it wouldn't be like Spike was
expecting a repeat performance. 
"Because I wanted to. Because I bloody well wanted *you*. And for once
you didn't seem like you 'ated me." Spike's eyes and face are steady and
open as he gazes at Xander. Ok, *so* not what he was expecting. But he
strangely is happier hearing that than he thought he would be hearing
Spike just tell him to 'piss off'. So, one problem down. On to the next.
What to do now. Well, telling the man who has just blown you to oblivion
that you don't hate him would be a good start Xander, he chides himself. 
"I don't hate you Spike. I don't think I ever did." Xander's voice is
soft and gentle. His fingers trail over Spike's shoulder. It's true. He
had exchanged snarkiness and what he thought was a mutual contempt. But,
after living together. Xander just felt it was routine. The usual. Modus
Operandi. Idiot, Xander tells himself. 
Spike relaxes just a bit. So maybe there's a chance, just a glimmer of a
chance, that Xander won't get up and leave. That maybe a little drunken
encounter can lead to more. He's already gotten more tenderness here in
this short time than in all his relationship with Buffy, and he is
rapidly becoming attached to the man lying beside him. He tries to warn
his foolish heart not to run ahead so damn fast, that he only ends up
getting hurt when he lays himself out like this, but he can't help it. He
wants so badly to love and be loved. He'll grab at any chance, no matter
how faint. 
"I don't 'ate you either. And I've always noticed you. Since that day
Angel dangled you before me as a potential snack." Xander lets that
memory run through his mind, a shiver running down his spine. He'd
thought of being bitten a few times. Especially after the whole Dracula
thing, and thought it would be kind of erotic. But the thought of being a
snack is just a little more than unsettling. He pulls Spike closer,
wanting the comfort he doesn't understand but most certainly feels from
him being near. Spike can't hurt him. Doesn't sound like he wanted to
either. Xander does another mental thump, god what an ass I must have
looked like, he tells himself. I think I did everything I could to piss
this man off, and here he is *comforting* me. You’re a real peach Xander
Harris. Another heavy sigh. 
"Spike. About the whole, 'nummy treat' thing. Umm, I'm sorry." His voice
is sad, his eyes cast down. Spike purrs at being pulled closer. He
nuzzles in against Xander's neck, kissing gently at each little tender
patch of skin. 
"Nothing... to... be... sorry... for..." He says between kisses. Xander
moves into the kisses, really feeling good… almost forgetting what he was
saying. Almost. 
"No. Spike." He pushes him back gently to look into his eyes. 
"There is something for me to be sorry for. A lot of things actually."
Xander sighs and rubs Spike's arm softly. 
"I'm sorry I was mean to you all this time, for no really good reason.
I'm sorry I was laid out like some belligerent sacrifice to the booze
gods, and you had to save me. I’m sorry I teased you about biting me."
Drawing in a breath, Xander set himself on the next apology. 
"Most of all I'm sorry I
passed-out-on-you-and-don't-know-how-to-give-a-blowjob-to-pay-back." All
that in one breath leaves him panting a little and just saying it makes
him blush like a school girl again. Damn why does he do that? Spike
chuckles. 
"You are most definitely forgiven, on all counts... except that last one.
But I can 'elp you fix that one. A little instruction, perhaps? If you're
willin', o'course." That infuriating blush deepens at that prospect.
Xander picks his jaw back up, then tries to speak. 
"Um, well. Yeah. I mean if . ..Well ..I just.." Xander isn't sure what
the hell to say. Nagging brains. What does this mean? What am I doing?
Questions and more questions. Xander's mouth keeps stammering, but his
eyes are wandering over what he can see of Spike's body. Nope, enough
questions. Want. Now. The inner hyena speaking up. Xander lets his hungry
eyes meet Spike's.
Spike watches the looks play over Xander's face and he nods
appreciatively when Xander's eyes meet his. 
"Ok. Let me lie back. It'll be an easier position for you." He stretches
out on his back, his rapidly hardening cock rising between his legs. He
splays his legs wide. 
"Get comfortable," he says, pointing between his legs. Xander pauses to
stop the shaking that started the second he met those beautiful blue
eyes. Something that was supposed to be butterflies worked furious
tremors in his gut as he began to move, sliding between Spike's legs on
all fours, then deciding that wouldn't work. He remembers how girls had
laid to do this to him. He lays out on his belly, and held himself up on
his elbows, looking up into those so perfect blue eyes. Spike's eyes. His
eyes having a mind of their own decided to trail once more over the rest
of what was Spike's, finally coming to his cock. His rather *large* cock.
A flicker of rational thought occurs to him. A slightly worried look
crosses soft brown eyes.Spike is watching Xander intently. 
" S'ok, luv. Don't expect you to take it all in, or be perfect the first
time. Believe me...the feel of your mouth on me will be more than
enough." He smiles. 
"Thought about it enough times." Xanders face turns from worried...to
questioning in 3.5 seconds. 
"What?" He yelps. 
"You thought about me? Like that?" He looks up in the blonde vampire's
face, ignoring the large thing just a few inches from his face, for a
second. Spike coughs. 
"Yeah. Told ya I noticed ya. I'm a pervert, what c'n I say?" A few things
cross Xander's mind at that comment. Maybe this is about just about sex
then? Spike was indulging some fantasy. Xander finally groans and puts
his head in his hands, managing to bump into Spike's spike. He jumps and
groans again. Why can his brain not shut the hell up? He's moved back
sort of kneeling when he jumps, looking down at Spike. He wants that
body. Wants Spike. He thinks that again. He wants Spike. Was it just sex
to him too? Looking into those sparkling eyes, no. And what the hell does
that mean? He groans and slides to sit at the edge of the bed.
Spike sits up and slides over next to him. 
"I scared you, right? Shoulda kept my big mouth shut." *Great job, Spike.
Make the boy feel like a sex object while you're at it.* Xander looks
down at his feet. 
"You didn't scare me. This," he whispers, and looks at Spike. Just spit
it out Harris. "What is this to you Spike?" Xander winces at his own
implications from those words. Oh that does not sound desperate or needy
or little girlish at all. Idiot, Xander chides himself. 
Spike sighs, "Oh. The heavy stuff." Spike turns Xander around to face him
and looks into his eyes. 
"Ok. I think you're dead sexy. That's where it started. And somewhere
over these past couple of years I've somehow gotten attached to you. Then
tonight...you needed me. I can't help it, Xander, I'm a bleedin' sucker
for being needed. That's why I brought you back here. But now..." He
closes his eyes for a second and then opens them again. 
"Fuck this terrifies me just to say it. 'Cause I'm scared you're going to
run. Or worse, you're going to laugh, or use it against me. My luck
'asn't been very good. But I think I'm really starting to care about
you." 
Again Xander extricates his jaw from it's place on the floor. Swallowing
hard, he stares at Spike. Spike just said he cares about me? He repeats
this to himself. Xander dips his head and looks up into those eyes, like
he's looking for something. 
"You really mean that don't you?" Xander finally manages. His face is
open and hopeful. He's not sure what he feels yet, but he knows being
with Spike has made him feel better than he has in a while. Better than
he felt even before the wedding that wasn't. He doesn't deserve to feel
good, and he knows it. But, what could he do? Spike makes him feel good.
Spike strokes the side of Xander's face and then runs his thumb over
Xander's lips. 
"Yes. I really mean it." Xander let it go. He's heard what he so
desperately wanted to hear. The rest will have to wait. Right now, in
this moment, he wants more of that feeling. More of what Spike does to
him. More of Spike. He kisses Spike's thumb as it crosses his lips. The
kiss is soft and his lips parts slightly as he presses them, hinting at
the warmth behind them. Spike closes the little distance between them and
captures Xander's lips in a hungry kiss, his tongue darting out to
explore into the warmth of Xander's mouth. His hand around to the back of
Xander's neck, stroking and pulling him closer. Xander wraps his arms
around Spike possessively, pulling him as close as he can, the touch of
his body thrilling him, every contact point radiating out to the rest of
him. His mouth opens, tasting Spike's mouth, his tongue. Xander pushes
his own tongue in to get more of that taste, the different if not
unpleasant reminder of cigarettes and the distinct metallic tone that he
immediately identifies and finds surprisingly arousing. What will the
rest of him taste like, he wonders. He pulls back from the kiss softly,
licking Spike's lips and smiling. He wants to find out. 
"Um...I think you were going to teach me something, weren't you?" 
Spike purrs as Xander pulls in closer to him. He savors the touch, the
feel of Xander's warm body close to his, at Xander's choosing. When
Xander pulls back and asks his question, Spike smiles. 
"I was. You still want to learn?" Xander nods, his bottom lip held
between his teeth, still a little anxious, but definitely wanting more of
this. 
"Yeah, I do." Spike crawls backwards onto the bed, settling himself
again, crooking a finger at Xander, a wicked expression on his face. 
"C'mere. Got something very special for you." Xander gulps, and moves up
the bed, stopping just about half way up. Soft brown eyes looking quiet
the sweet little puppy dog smile at Spike. 
"What's that?" Xander asks. Spike chuckles, stroking lightly up and down
his cock with his fingertips. 
"Something special for you to taste. Very original." Xander's puppy dog
stare quickly becomes something much more adult, as he follows Spike's
strokes. 
"Really?" He says in a soft pant. Forcing his eyes back to Spike, a plea
just touching his face. Spike nods. 
"Yes. Really. Come on and give 'im a lick. 'e's very friendly." Xander
can't help but laugh at Spike' personification of his cock. Of course
something that size probably does have a mind of it's own, he reminds
himself. A forced exhale lets the nerves settle a little in his stomach.
Ok Xander, you can do this. He leans over and reaches a tentative hand
out, resting it just above Spike's cock, his thumb and fingers curling
around slightly. Soft, silken skin. He doesn't know why he is surprised.
It is a penis after all. Just like his, if a little bigger. He sees a
small drop dribble from the tip and leans forward, licking it before he
can think about it. The small explosion of flavor rolls over his tongue
when he drew back. Metallic, and a little salty. This is not like what he
had tasted of himself at all. It is something much better. 
"More," he utters, not realizing he had spoken. Spike shivers as Xander's
hand first touches him. The feel of those fingers on him is like fire.
Xander is so warm, so warm, and the heat penetrates him, makes him feel
alive. And when Xander's tongue touches him it is even better than he had
imagined it. There is something about the boy, a kind of innocence and
openness that is absolutely intoxicating. 
"Please..." he hisses. "Please put your mouth on me." Xander, hearing
Spike, wants nothing more. He leans over again and takes the head of
Spike's cock into his mouth. More of that delicious taste spills onto his
tongue in the precum that dribbles out. The swollen flesh in his mouth
feels really good, feels soft and hard all at the same time, the
sensations of taste and touch getting to him. He finds he is able to
relax. He begins to explore this new-found oral treat. Pressing his lips,
he tries out the texture again, his tongue tracing the source of that
tasty fluid he finds he wants more and more of. Finding the slit, he
slides his tongue over it. Umm, that is good. He pushes his mouth further
down the shaft, taking more of Spike into his mouth, opening his jaws to
take him in. He greedily wants more of everything. Spike groans. 
"Oh holy fuck...Xander....yes...good." He tries to force his brain to
think about something other than the hot moist flesh enveloping his cock.
He *is* supposed to be teaching the boy, after all. 
"Take it slow. Create a little suction. And be careful with the teeth.
Ohhhhh fuck." He shudders. 
"You don't really need much tutoring you're a bloody natural." Xander
can't help smiling around his treat at Spike's assessment of his feasting
on him. That's what he is doing. Devouring him. Xander pushes his mouth
as far as his gag reflex will allow. He knows about swallowing and deep
throat from videos and experiments with Anya, but he really doesn't know
the mechanics of it. Have to remember to ask later. Feeling his gag
threaten, he pulls back, sucking at the saliva trails he had left on his
downward pass, his tongue instinctively searching for that tasty fluid
again, licking and swirling as he rises to the head, once more finding
its source, his tongue flicks through the slit. Making happy humming
sounds, his descent follows the same sucking licking happy attempt to
swallow Spike all up as it had before.
Spike's hands clutch into the bedsheets. He doesn't want to inhibit
Xander, doesn't want to grab his head, doesn't want to lose control and
fuck that luscious mouth moving up and down on his cock right now. His
brain flashes, unbidden and unwelcome, on the one pitiful, half-hearted
attempt the Slayer bitch had made at sucking him off. *She* supposedly
knew what she was doing but Xander blew her out of the water on his first
try. Of course, it probably helps that he looks and sounds as if he is
enjoying it. He firmly pushes all thoughts of that hateful blonde harpy
out of his mind and concentrates on the handsome young man eagerly
sending him to heaven. The humming is what undoes him. He's too eager,
wants this too much, and he barely has time to warn Xander before he
spends himself. 
"Xander, gonna....fuck!" Xander is surprised by the sudden spurt he feels
in his mouth. Realizing what has happened he tries to catch Spike's cum,
tries to swallow, but ends up spilling a lot of it as his gag catches
with the feeling of something hitting the back of his throat. He coughs a
little but tries to lick and taste what he has been offered. The metallic
is still there, a hard tang on his tongue, but also a softer note, sweet
mixed with salt. He quickly is just as hungry for this taste as well,
lapping at the bits he had let spill from his mouth, a smile plastered on
his face. Spike reaches up his hand and threads it into Xander's hair. 
"Really, I usually last longer than that. It was just..." He moans.
Xander nuzzles into Spike's hand in his hair. He looks up from his happy
licking though, not sure what to make of Spike's words. Spike looks down
at Xander. 
"It was so good. So much more than I imagined." Xander smiles, and that
damned blush returns. To which he groans, and lays his head down on
Spike's thigh. Spike pulls a little, gently, against Xander's head. 
"C'mere. Please. I want to kiss you." To be honest he found that blush
damn irresistible. Nice to know he could still make *someone* blush. 
Xander lets himself be pulled even though he is embarrassed as hell.
Isn't bad enough his sexuality is fast going straight out the window, but
did his masculinity have to go with it? Hearing Spike's request, he moved
and settles himself as close to Spike as he can, leaning over him, the
blush only slight now. He presses his lips softly to Spike's, just
feeling them. Another sensation he finds he is instantly hungry for. He
presses harder, opening his mouth, just letting his tongue pass over
those delicious lips.
 

Part 2


Spike shimmies his body a little along Xander's, letting skin rub against
skin. He relaxes and surrenders himself to Xander's kiss, opening his
mouth and tilting back his head slightly to allow Xander better access to
explore as he wished. One hand caresses Xander's neck with the back of
his fingertips and the other strokes down, experiencing the delightful
play of muscles down his broad back. 
"Mmm," Xander hums as he advances hungrily, taking advantage of Spike's
positioning. The finger tip strokes over his neck and back cause his skin
to erupt into trails of goosebumps and light shivers. His own hands grab
and pull at the body next to his, wanting to make Spike feel what he
felt. Wanting him to feel wanted, desired. 
Spike presses harder against Xander. Xander's hands are firm and a little
rough...workman's hands. The kind he loves. He can only hope Xander likes
his hands...still soft and almost ladylike, the poet's hands he had when
he was first made. The hand on Xander's back descends further still and
gently caresses over one firm buttock. He slides a leg up and down one of
Xander's, feeling the contrast in texture and temperature. 
Xander tries to be gentle, then inwardly groans at his stupidity.
Vampire. Male Vampire. Not like Xander could hurt him. Even still he
forces his passion down a little. He may not be able to really hurt him,
but grabbing and pawing at him seems wrong too. He wants to make him feel
good, not treat him like a thing. The feel of soft skinned fingers on his
ass make Xander groan and roll his eyes back in his head. Cool soft
fingers running little chills rippling up his spine from the place Spike
touched. Spike's leg sliding up and down his making him move a little
more of his body over Spike's, wanting more contact.
Spike moans into the kiss. His skin prickles and tingles as Xander moves
more and more of his body over his. It's with a bit of a shock that he
realizes he has no goal in mind, no plan, no grand scheme of seduction
and sex. He's purely in the moment, intent on touching Xander and
enjoying Xander touching him. He purrs happily at the realization. Xander
makes him content. It's not a contest, not a stylized dance. It's purely
pleasure and happiness and then joy of being with each other. 
Xander finally ends up little by little laying on top of Spike, his legs
laying between Spike's. Keeping most of his weight on his elbows now, his
body rubs up and down Spike's feeling the perfect sculpted beauty beneath
him. How had he missed this before-- missed how beautiful this man was?
The friction of their pressed bodies does awaken more than his
appreciation for Spike's beauty. All this time he has been so consumed in
just feeling, in tasting he has not even been aware of much else. Now
other parts of him want to feel and touch. His hardening cock rubs
between their bodies, sending thrills over Xander. It is everything he
could do to keep his movements gentle and caring. Trying to take care
with the vampire that *cared* about him. Xander is fast realizing he is
never going to be able to give this up. Whatever this is between them. He
knows he has to have it. 
Spike looks up into Xander's brown eyes. 
"Xander," he whispers. 
"Can't get enough of you." His cock is likewise hard against Xander's
body and he twists his hips so that their two cocks brush against each
other. He shudders and moans in sheer animal pleasure at the sensation. 
"I want you, Xander. I need you. I bloody well crave you." 
Xander closes his eyes to steady himself. Those words send shocks through
him, radiating over him only to end up focused on his cock. Making it
twitch, as it rubs against Spike's cock. Rocking a little harder, the
feeling making him groan. He opens his eyes and looks down at Spike. 
"Oh god Spike. Me too. Oh...want you so bad. Can feel you all over me."
Xander's voice is husky and low, coming in gasps. Spike kisses down
Xander's neck. He licks, then sucks a patch of skin right over his pulse
point, nipping gently with blunt teeth. He moves his hips in tiny
circles, pushing his cock against Xander's again and again. His hands are
now both on Xander's ass, caressing and pressing Xander more firmly
against him. 
Xander matches Spike's movements as best he can, trying to get as much
friction as he can. The feeling of teeth on his neck gives him a moment’s
pause, something to decide. His balls drawing up and threatening to spill
was a pretty good indicator that this was of the good. At least as far as
Xander was concerned. He turns his head and offers Spike better access to
his throat. 
"Yesss...uhh.." Xander moans into the pillow he'd turned his face toward.
Spike licks over the bitten area and then sucks and nips again harder. He
can't *really* bite, of course...not without consent. But this is
enjoyable in its own right...for both of them, apparently. The friction
between them is not enough anymore and Spike wraps his legs around
Xander's hips, hooking his ankles together in the small of his back. He
pulls tighter and faster, the need getting urgent now. 
"Xander, ohhhhh....yes. Yes. Ohhhh fuck please...." 
The feeling of being trapped, held in a fantastic vise, surrounded by
bands of cool flesh covered steel, makes the animal in Xander rise up. He
moves wildly into the pleasure of it all. His hips arching and pulling
against his bonds, the friction unbelievable. His balls draw tight,
making him howl in completion. 
"SPIIIKE." Thick ropes of hot cum shoot between the two tightly pressed
bodies. Xander opens his tightly squeezed eyes, panting and shaking with
his release. 
Spike's own climax is not far behind Xander. Xander's struggles, his
movements, his voice hoarsely screaming his name...all combine to push
him over the edge and cool liquid blends with Xander's warm on their
stomachs. He takes ragged unneeded breaths as he gently strokes Xander's
face and lowers his legs back down to the bed. 
"Xander, luv....did you want me to bite you then? I mean, really bite
you?" 
Xander's breaths are starting to calm. He watches Spike cum, this time
able to see his face. It was beautiful. The feeling of cool fluid mixing
with warm between them making the best slick swirled slide. Then Spike's
question. The one he had to have known would be asked. He quickly decides
there is nothing to do but tell the truth. 
"Yeah, I did." He wasn't sure if it was the right answer. He just knows
it is true and hopes that it will be ok. 
Spike nods, stroking Xander's hair. 
"I didn't expect you to trust me that much." He closes his eyes. 
"Next time," if there is a next time, he groans inwardly, "the next time
you offer, I will and not bloody well think twice. I promise it will be
worth it." He's touched almost beyond words. Once his teeth were in he
could have done real damage before Xander could struggle and make the
chip go off. That Xander trusted him not to do that was deeply moving. He
can't look at him right now or he knows he will do something embarrassing
like cry. 
Xander leans into Spike's touch, it makes him feel safe and wanted. If
there is a next time. That is a good question. A lot had happened. A lot
had changed. But, would all those things hold up? Is this more than just
indulging in the comfort Spike had offered him? Hearing Spike's words and
the emotion behind them, inside he knows. No. It is something more. He
still isn't sure what, but it definitely is more. He does trust Spike. He
feels safe and he feels good with him. How can he give that up? A next
time. Oh god he hopes so. Xander cuddles Spike up to him, ignoring the
squish doing this makes, and just holds him. 
"I am sure it will be," He murmurs softly into the nape of Spike's neck.
Spike purrs happily, his eyes opening. He can hear the unspoken agreement
in Xander's words, that this will continue on. He cradles Xander's head
to him. 
"Stay with me. It's almost dawn. Please stay." 
Xander smiles, his sleepy puppy dog eyes droopy but full of caring. 
"I wouldn't dream of leaving. Not really wanting to go out into the
terrible light of day right now anyway. Much rather stay here in the dark
with you." Xander is surprised by the feeling in his own words. Once
said, he quickly scans over each one for the usual much-needed
back-pedaling so much of what he says to people usually requires. Nope.
He means it. Every word of it. He kisses Spike softly, just to punctuate
the fact. Spike kisses back. 
"Good. You sleepy now? I can get us wet rags to clean up and we can rest
together." His eyes dip almost shyly. 
"I like being with you. Just being cuddled up against you. Slept better
with you then I have in years." 
"Yep, definitely sleepy now." Accenting this with a lazy stretch, Xander
rolls off Spike and onto his side. "Just sorry I kind of missed the first
little nap together." Xander gets an embarrassed little look. 
"I'm really looking forward to the second one though." He looks over
beneath thick dark lashes at his blonde vampire. His. Xander likes the
sound of that. It isn't the afraid queasy feeling he'd had at the
prospect of having Anya forever. It is a calm peaceful feeling. He only
hopes Spike won't mind belonging to a human. After all he did still like
to *act* like the big bad. Might not fit for him to be...well whatever
they are to each other. Xander sighs heavily. Seems his mind just doesn't
like being happy. Can't leave well enough alone.
Spike gets out of the bed and comes back with a wet cloth. He's already
cleaned himself and hands the cloth to Xander. 
"Sorry it's cold. No way to get hot water down 'ere." 
Xander smiles, and takes the cloth, cleaning himself off. 
"S'ok. Maybe next time.." He is about to say, we'll go to my place.
Amazing himself with how quickly he has forgotten his Ex-demon, now ex
fiancee'. Xander sighs and hands the rag back. "I'm sorry." Xander
doesn't know what else to say it. How could he promise anything to this
man? He'd just barely gotten out of one frying pan and was fast getting
himself into another. Xander lays back, and rests one arm over his eyes. 
Spike furrows his brow in puzzlement. 
"Sorry for what?" He crawls into bed and lays down next to Xander,
wriggling and scooting until he is practically draped on him. He wraps
one arm around his waist and pulls tightly against him. He purrs, deeply
contented. He *hates* to be alone. It's why he put up with the Slayer's
abuse, but in the end she made him feel even more alone. Xander doesn't.
Xander wants him, and doesn't seem afraid of the fact that he does. 
"I wanted to ask you to my place." Xander says sadly, 
"I ..I just sort of forgot." Moving his arm he pulls Spike in as close as
he can. He doesn't want him to pull away. He doesn't want Spike to
remember what had brought him here in the first place. He just wants to
hold him and go back to that place where he can forget for a little while
longer. 
Spike nods. 
"Maybe later? When...things are settled. 'Til then you can come 'ere.
Assuming you want to, o'course." He is really hoping this darling boy
will want to, but he can't presume. This may still all just be sexual
heat and the need for comfort. He could be setting himself up for a big
nasty fall and he knows it. Damn me and my impulsive heart, Spike scolds
himself. Pulls me around and I'm pretty fucking impotent to stop it. 
Xander reaches up and strokes Spike's cheek softly, meeting his eyes. 
"I do. I do want to. If you want me here." Yep, falling right back into
the fire he thought he just clawed his way out of. This isn't the same.
Not nearly. This doesn't make him want to run far and fast. This is
different. Whatever the hell this is. Can't be love. Is a whole hell of a
lot more than *like *, though. Xander shakes his head and laughs. 
"I don't know what’s happening here Spike. But I do plan on sticking
around to find out." His smile falters slightly, "Umm, if you want me to
, that is, I mean. Umm." Xander couldn’t have been more self conscious
than at that moment. 
"I want." There is a volume of meaning in those two little words. Spike
sees promise in Xander's eyes and he hopes Xander sees that in his as
well. He has a long history of being fanatically devoted to those he
chose to care about, and Xander is definitely in that category now. Best
not to rush the feelings. Best to let them grow. But at least now Spike
feels certain they *would* grow, that there is something starting between
them that is more than the heat of the moment. He puts a hand on Xander's
chest, over his heart. Xander smiles at Spike's gesture, and his
agreement that they both want something here. Something more than just
the obvious. Xander leans in and kisses Spike gently, letting his lips
linger, then he pulls back to look at him. 
"Sleep now?" Xander asks with a little laugh.
"Yes. Sleep." Spike wriggles a bit more against Xander and starts to purr
again very softly. He inhales deeply, catching Xander's scent of
aftershave and musk and something vaguely like cloves. His eyes drift
shut and he slips off into sleep, still purring. Xander curls into Spike,
holding him close and protectively. Feeling a calm wash over him at the
purring so close to his skin, he slides off into a peaceful sleep.
Sleep is shattered by the sound of a door slamming open. 
"Spike!" A familiar feminine voice calls. Spike leaps up and looks at
Xander. Xander had been startled awake and was starting to get to his
feet. 
"Shh. I'll go deal with her." Spike says, as he moves quickly up to the
upper level of the crypt, in his haste forgetting the fact that he is
completely naked. 
Arms crossed the tiny woman stands next to Spike's TV. A smirk on her
face at Spike's stage of undress. 
"Umm, I thought I made it pretty clear that wasn't happening again.
Begging isn't going to change it Spikey." A cruel laugh edges her voice.
Spike snorts. 
"Got company, Slayer. Much better than what you had to offer. So don't
flatter yourself." 
Xander almost leaps high enough to hit the ceiling of the lower crypt
where Spike's bed is. Spike and Buffy? Buffy and Spike? His head is
reeling with the bad of what he'd just overheard. Xander almost goes
topside to have a few words with his supposed best friend when Spike's
comment stops him cold. ‘Company….., better than you.’ That’s what Spike
said. Two things there. One, if he goes up there now Buffy would most
assuredly put things together, and whatever is happening between the two
of them, he is definitely not ready for that little confrontation. Two,
he’s better than Buffy? That gives Xander a pause and a broad smile.
Better than Buffy. Musing at this Xander lays back to listen.
"Oh yeah, I remember. What was her name. Skank of the Undead? I am sure
you two make a lovely little couple of blood suckers, but I need
information. So, Drusilla Lite will just have to wait." Buffy laughs at
what she thinks is wit. 
"Drusilla Lite," snort, "damn I'm funny." Buffy pulls herself together,
still half laughing. 
"Ok, really," snort," I need to know what you know about Zolorgoths.
Seems they’ve been in the area, using local vamps as runners and
messengers. Wouldn't know anything about that. would ya, Spikey?" Buffy
quirks a slender brow, over her expectant look.
Spike sighs. 
"What am I? Your personal informant? Why don't you go muscle Willie and
leave me alone. Don't know anything and even if I did I don't think I'd
care enough to tell you." 
"Oh goodie, get to do this the fun way." The tiny woman slams into Spike
pinning him to the wall on the far side of the crypt. 
"Willie isn't as much fun to beat up as you are Spikey. Besides, this way
you get to feel my hot little hands on your tight little body." Buffy
leans her face next to his. 
"Did I get the quote right? Hate to think I was just paraphrasing." With
a shove she lets him go. 
"Come on Spike. You know you want to tell. It'll be so much better if you
tell," She coos tauntingly a few paces from him.
Xander hears Buffy, hears every word she says. His hands clench the
bedclothes in tight fists, growing tighter and just slightly painful as
he holds himself still, doing everything he can not to dart up those
stairs. The thud of something hitting a wall has him on his feet and just
two steps from the ladder looking up at the ceiling in a heated rage.
What the hell is this? What is Buffy doing? Spike said he didn't know
anything. 
"Piss off, bitch. I don't know anything and I'm not your personal bloody
punching bag anymore." Spike is boiling, but he restrains himself from
hitting back. She'd only take it as foreplay of one sort or another. 
"What's the matter Spike? No boom boom then?" Her laugh harsh as any
harpy calling after her words and drifting down to Xander. Xander stares
back up at the ceiling, wishing looks really could kill at that moment.
Suddenly aware he just wished his best friend dead, he is stunned. What
the hell? This is Buffy. Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Spike a vampire.
Although she is not so much making of the slayage, as with the rough sex
games it seems. Xander steps back to the bed, lost in his own mind he
sits down. Buffy shoves Spike one more time. 
"Well guess age has its affects after all. Hope your company doesn't mind
your little *problem*." Buffy makes an obscene gesture indicating
flaccidity, followed by a maniacal little giggle. 
"Well, you’re no use to me Spike. Not much to begin with, come to think
of it. But ah well, at least you have the memories." Turning, she starts
to leave the crypt.
"Stick with that, Slayer. Don't come back 'ere again without knockin'.
Might be fucking and I don't like interruptions." Spike's voice is as
cold as he could make it. Fucking bitch. He must have been out of his
mind to ever want her. 
"Uh, you keep telling yourself that Spikey. And maybe one day it'll be
true." Her laughter can be heard as she goes out into the graveyard,
leaving Spike to his pitiful existence without her in it. 
Spike sighs and heads back downstairs to face Xander. He *really* isn't
looking forward to facing Xander after him hearing all that. He walks
back down and looks at Xander. He’s sitting on the edge of the bed.
Xander looks up from the ramblings in his mind at Spike. 
"Hey," He says with the most gentle smile he can manage. He doesn't know
what to say to Spike. He is so conflicted. He wants to be ashamed of
Buffy, for her behavior. But, he also had been on her team so long it
just seemed a part of her maybe. He doesn't know. He does know that Spike
has been kind to him. Has treated him with care, and no matter what else
he does feel something for him. Something that has made him for a moment
wish his friend dead. This is probably a bad thing. Isn't it? The smile
faltered and his brow knits with the confusion he feels, as he looks at
the vampire. Spike sits down next to Xander. 
"Sorry you had to find out that way. Not exactly the sort of thing you
wanna bring up when you're being romantic." Xander looks at the vampire
in disbelief. He is apologizing to him. After what just happened.
Uncertainty at the moment suspended. Xander puts his arm around Spike and
pulls him close. 
"Didn't sound like you had anything to be sorry for Spike," He says
softly. Spike melts against Xander. He was so afraid the lad would hate
him when he found out that he and Buffy had sex. 
"I won't lie to you ever, I promise. You ask me any question...I may not
answer, but if I do it will be the truth." 
That is an interesting proposition. Ask Spike anything. Xander grins at
the prospects that provided, but then frowns. He isn't sure he really
wants to know some things. He does quickly settle on a first question
though. 
"I'm really better than Buffy?" He says with a little smirk.
Spike laughs. 
"Yes. Soooo much better than Buffy. And we 'aven't even gotten to the
best part yet." Then he sobers a bit, stroking Xander's face. 
"You don't beat me up and spit on me and run out the second you're done."
His voice is sad. He swallows hard and looks away. 
"Sorry. Too much information, I know." 
Xander had meant to make the vampire smile, maybe even laugh. But, the
truth isn't funny. It was horrible. Buffy. She’d done that. He reminds
himself of his own comments and behaviour where said vampire had been
concerned. Xander is at a loss. He doesn't know what to say. If says he’s
sorry one more time, Spike would start to think he was insincere. But he
is sorry. He wants to take the obvious pain from Spike. Make things
better. Well when words fail... Xander leans over and kisses Spike. It’s
an innocent kiss. Nothing erotic or sensual just he hopes, a reassurance.
A little promise that he is here. That he wants to see where this will
go. To make him in some way feel better.
Spike's face softens at the kiss. Xander cares. He doesn't hate him. He
wraps his arms around Xander's neck and hugs him close. 
 
 
"Thank you." Spike says. 
"No, don't thank me. Please." Xander turns away a little. He closes his
eyes. 
"This has been quite a day hasn't it?" Xander says and looks back at
Spike. 
"That, Xander, is somewhat of an understatement." Spike chuckles.
Xander laughs at himself. 
"You think?" One dark brown quirks in a parody of seriousness, his smile
spreading from ear to ear. Spike grins and pecks Xander on the lips. 
"Yes. The question is how much more we want to pack into it. Or we could
just lay around all day and cuddle and talk." 
Xander returns the peck, and lets his tongue give a playful flick to
Spike's bottom lip. 
"Well my dear vampire. I think that should be up to you. Your home, your
rules," Xander says with a little smile. Spike chuckles. 
"Well, my instinct is to throw you down and sodding well ravish you some
more...but maybe we should take it slow. Talk. Besides, I *like* cuddling
with you. I like the way you smell and the way you feel." 
Xander shivers and tries to laugh lightly at the ravishing comment. He
kind of likes the sound of that too. But, then again cuddling is nice.
Did so little of it with the energizer bunny that was Anya. And wouldn't
she just love being compared to a bunny. Xander giggles at that thought. 
Spike purrs. 
"Ohh, like that too." He shifts back onto the bed and beckons to Xander. 
"C'mon over 'ere. And you never know, I may ravish you some more yet. I'm
not exactly famous for my restraint." 
"Umm." Xander hums, stifling his giggles over his poor ex's rabbit
phobia, then he moves up the bed toward Spike. 
"Promises, promises..." Xander teases, settling in next to Spike.
Spike fingers walk up Xander's thigh. 
"Ohh, luv, I can keep my promises. Vampires have almost no recovery time.
I can go all day and all night." 
"Eep," Xander squeaks at his bluff being called. 
"Umm, ah..cuddles remember? You and me with the cuddling." Xander
gestures between them. Spike pulls back his fingers and chuckles evilly. 
"Can't 'elp it, luv. You're so delicious when you're teased." 
"You are an evil vampire, you know this right?" Xander laughs, his dark
brown eyes touched by his bright smile. Spike nods and licks his lips. 
"Yes. But it's one of m'best qualities. Just that little touch of
wickedness." Xander's fingers absently trace patterns over Spike's chest,
his eyes following his fingers. 
"I wouldn't say that," He says in a wistful voice. Looking up into clear
blue eyes, "wouldn't say that at all."
Spike smiles. 
"Oooo. Tell me then. I love t'hear about m'self." Xander laughs at
Spike's eager little kitten expression. Precious really, but no, he
couldn't tell him that. 
"Well there are your eyes, blue. Like a far reaching horizon. Skin of.."
White, pale? Xander is no poet, but Spike is quiet inspiring, so he
tries. "purest cream." He winces at how that sounds. What is he, a
dessert? Xander lets out a huff, trying to calm the butterflies suddenly
swarming in his belly. 
"You move like a cat, I am sure you've heard that before, but you do. A
man has no right to move the way you do." Xander chuckles lightly at
that, no man. No vampire either, oh right he said that already. He looks
into those eyes again. 
"You know what I really think your best quality is? Your mouth." Xander
says flatly. Holds his serious face for half a beat then breaks out
laughing. 
"It's not for the reason you think, though." Spike's eyes sparkle with
amusement. 
"Oh, is that so? You don't like the way it feels wrapped around you?" 
"I like that. I like that a lot. And did I mention I liked that?" Xander
stammers out, laughing, his dark brown eyes glittering. 
"But, that is not why it's my favorite. I like it best because it asked
me to stay. Because it told me you cared. I like it best because it has
told me things I would have never known." That hateful shade of pink
colors his cheeks and makes him turn his head away, completely
embarrassed. Spike reaches out and strokes Xander's cheek. 
"It'll probably tell you a lot more things if you stick around." 
Xander turns back to the touch of Spike's cool hand on his fiery hot
cheek. 
"I hope so. Cause I don't think I'm going anywhere." Xander fixes Spike
with a look in his eyes that leaves nothing to explanation. He doesn't
think he could leave now if he wanted to. 
Spike smiles and kisses Xander softly and lightly, on his lips, then on
his cheek, then on his forehead. Then he rests his forehead lightly
against Xander's. 
"Good. Because I can't even begin to tell you how precious you are to me
already." 
"I wonder what that means?" Xander asks simply. No meaning, or hidden
answer he was fishing for, he just wonders. Spike lets out a slow exhale.
 
"I mean what I say. You are precious to me. I want to wrap myself around
you and 'old you tight and keep you. And please tell me to piss off if I
say too much or go too far." 
"Well, I'm still here. I haven't said, 'piss off’'," Xander tries to
affect Spike's accent very poorly, then laughs at himself for it. 
"I would take that to mean you haven't gone too far. I would also take it
to mean, if you were paying very close attention, that I feel pretty much
the same way." Xander nuzzles his face into Spike's neck, groaning at
being so open. He just isn't used to saying what he feels. He'd told Anya
he loved her pretty much to get her to cum. And repeated it enough to
almost convince himself every day thereafter. Anything else even remotely
intimate not related to sex was laughed at or regarded as a human
weakness. So Xander groans and he waits. Being the demon magnet sucks, a
lot.
Spike purrs and tangles his fingers in Xander's brown hair. 
"God, boy. I could..." He stops himself. He was about to say, 'fall in
love with you so easily', but he knows that's too much too soon. 
"I could just spend all day 'earin' you say things like that." He kisses
the top of Xander's head. Oh, really, he just responded to Xander in a
way he never expected to. They had been so hateful to each other for so
long that this sudden reversal has him open and vulnerable. 
"So that ask you anything offer still open?" Xander asks in a contented
little sigh.
"Yes. Always." Spike says honestly. 
Xander nods, "ok then, what did you think when you saw me laid out and
looking the perfect idiot?" He isn't sure he wants to know, but in a
weird kind of way he does. Xander pretends to be very interested in his
fingertip now tracing Spike's collarbone.
"First thought was, 'What the bloody 'ell does he thinks he's doin'?'
Then when you offered the free meal, I was tempted for about a second and
half. Then I knew I needed to get you out of there and keep you safe." 
"So you did think about it." Xander's lips curl into a satisfied little
smile. 
"I wondered. I mean free meal, offered twice over and turned down. Kind
of makes a guy start to doubt himself." Xander tries to be light hearted,
but he really does wonder somewhere why Spike hadn't bit him. Either
time, truth be told. 
"You offerin' again?" Spike's eyes glitter with a mixture of amusement
and desire. Xander takes in that look of wanting, and can't look at Spike
when he answers. 
"If you want to," Xander says very quietly, in almost a whisper.
Spike moves his mouth to Xander's ear and nibbles at the earlobe. He
whispers, in a low and honeyed voice, "No, Xander, luv, it has to be if
*you* want to." A shiver crawls over Xander both from the whisper in his
ear, and cool breath that carried it there. 
"What? Huh?" Xander doesn't understand. He told him he could. What’s the
problem? Spike moves his mouth down. licking slowly, from Xander's ear to
his neck. He finds the pulse points and licks and sucks. He waits to see
Xander's reaction before he goes any further. Xander's eyes close and he
tilts his head to the side, groaning at the feeling of Spike suckling at
his neck. It sends thrills over him, making even his heart quiver. 
"Spike," He murmurs softly. This is all the encouragement Spike needs. He
shifts into gameface and lightly scrapes his fangs over the delicate
skin, teasing, able to smell and feel the blood beneath it. This was like
sex, a holy joining, when done with someone he cared about. He goes to
sink his teeth into the skin, the ivory needles poised to break through. 
The sound of something crinkling and moving beside him comes to Xander.
He can only guess Spike is wearing his gameface, as he then feels the
tiny scrape over his skin. It doesn't really hurt. It burns a little, and
tingles. But no pain. He is about to bitten by a vampire. His body aches
for it, he can feel a dull hum of anticipation. But then he does have to
have a brain, doesn't he? Bitten by a vampire. Willingly bitten by a
vampire. What am I doing? Xander asks himself. His heart isn't quivering
now, it has begun a full on gallop for the gates. Xander draws in a
breath as his eyes fly open.
Spike feels the chip activate, a crackle of electric pain in his brain
and he falls back onto the mattress, clutching his head, screaming and
writhing in agony. 
Xander feels Spike fall away and hears the sounds of pain coming from
him. 
"Oh no. Oh Spike. I'm sorry. What did I do?" Xander is scared. Really
scared. The chip firing had always been a back up to anything he said to
Spike, something he knew would rein Spike in, and keep him safe from
Spike. Now it is something hurting the one he cares about. 
"Spike, please...please say something to me." Xander tries to cradle
Spike in his lap, tries to hold him as close as he can. Spike lays
panting now, and he groans. 
"Fuck, Xander, all you had to do was say no." Xander turns three shades
of white, making Spike's pallor look like a healthy glow. 
"I...I’m. Oh Spike, I'm so sorry. Please." Xander looks like he wants to
die. 
"I just...oh my damn brain. I'm so stupid. I'm sorry. Can I help? Can I
do something?" Xander pleads.
"It's easing up now. Bloody 'ell that shit 'urts." Spike opens his eyes
and looks at Xander. 
" 'S'ok. Shouldn't'a pushed for it so soon. Too soon, innit?" 
Xander looks down. He can't meet Spike's eyes. 
"Yeah, I guess so. I'm sorry. I thought I was ready. I want you so much.
I just..." Xander trails off, turning from Spike, putting his head in his
hands. 
"I'm sorry." Xander's voice is shaky. He starts to slide off the bed. 
"Maybe I should go. I ..I can't.." Xander's head drops, he can't *think *
for one thing. He just doesn't want to hurt anyone else. Doesn't want to
fuck up anymore. 
"Xander, please..." Spike voice chokes off. "Please don't go." 
Xander is surprised at Spike's request. He comes back over to the bed,
and kneels down at one side, looking at Spike. 
"You don't want me to?" He asks, very unsure of what the answer will be.
Spike reaches out a hand and touches Xander's face with his fingertips. 
"Don't go." Xander's eyes well just enough to give them a slick glimmer.
He blinks quickly. 
"I don't...don't want to ," Xander sighs, frustrated with himself, "I
don't want to be a fuck up any more." He finally blurts out. 
"I don't want stay and end up messing something else up." Puppy dog brown
eyes look at Spike. 
"But, god. I don't want to go." He says finally, putting his head down on
the bed.
Spike sighs, stroking Xander's hair. 
"Xander, luv, the one thing that is certain in *any* relationship is
there will be fuck-ups." Spike sits up and beckons to Xander. 
"C'mere. On the bed." His tone is firmer now, not quite a command but
close. Xander responds without thinking about it. The tone in Spike's
voice, makes him slightly serious, makes him wonder if he is pissed after
all. With a worried look, he sits on the bed next to Spike. Spike pulls
him close and strokes his hair. 
"Don't do this. Don't run away every time something goes wrong. You have
to bloody well tell me what you want and what you don't want.
Communicate. Xander I promise you will never find anyone else who will
work 'arder to make you 'appy. But you have to talk to me and be honest."
 
Xander swallows hard, taking in what Spike has said. 
"Ok," He agrees readily. It is the best offer he’d ever had-- of course
he can do that. He cand do that and more. 
"I am sorry, though. Really." Xander's worry is still at the fore-- he
can't help it. This is turning out to mean so much to him. It really
scares the hell out of him just how much it does mean.
"I know, Xander, shh, I know," Spike coos, stroking Xander's shoulders
and upper back lightly. 
"Just make sure next time. I can wait until you are sure." Xander nods,
and leans into Spike. 
"I promise. I'll be sure." He curls himself and puts his head under
Spike's chin, wrapping his arms around him. Spike keeps stroking Xander
gently, enjoying the feel of that warm, young body next to his. 
"So...the next question is...what are we going to do together? Just meet
here in my crypt?" A slightly sour tone creeps into this statement,
recalling that's largely what his relationship with Buffy consisted of. 
"Go to your place? Go out in public?" Xander sits up at this suggestion. 
"Well," He starts. "I don't want to just meet here. Here is fine, but I
want more. I can't imagine not being able to go places with you." The
thought of the Scoobies rolls over him in a wave of self-doubt and
anticipated snide remarks, and that was just on account of Buffy. Not to
mention Anya. Anya is going to blow her stack. How good is it to have an
ex-demon that pissed at you anyway? 
"I don't know. Really. I want to go out with you. Go places, take you
home with me. I just don't know about the others." A very defeated tone
in his voice, his shoulders slump. Spike shakes his head. 
"We don't 'ave to face the others yet." Spike grins. 
"I know of at least one place to go where we're pretty much guaranteed
not to run into them." Xander looks at Spike, his expression growing a
little lighter. 
"Where?" Xander asks, with expectation playing over his whole face now.
"Mary's." Spike grins even wider. 
"Sunnydale's only gay bar. They don't even 'ave a sign. You gotta know
somebody to know about the place." 
Gay bar. Gay. Gay. Bar. Gay bar. Xander processes this, but his processor
sticks. 
"Um, Spike." Xander has to ask, but he is so sure it is stupid he almost
can't. 
"Are we gay?" Stupid, stupid, stupid, Xander chides himself even as the
question leaves his mouth.
"Well, luv, we're certainly at least bi. But two men who want to have sex
with each other certainly qualify as gay enough to go to a gay bar."
Spike's tone is gentle and light. He doesn't want to push Xander on this
point. It's a difficult thing, dealing with a change in one's view of
sexuality. 
"Oh," Xander says, taking this in. 
"So well there would be other gay men there. And we would be there.
And...umm." Xander, stumbling over this new concept of himself, wonders
aloud, catching Spike's eyes every few words as if for clarification. 
"And we would drink. And maybe dance. Shoot some pool. Talk with people.
Same stuff you'd do at the Bronze, only with me. And no chance of awkward
confrontations." Xander likes the idea. The more he thinks about it, the
more he likes it. He can be with Spike, and not worry about the others
for now. Sounds perfect. 
"Yeah, I'd like that. I'd really like that." A silly grin on his face.
"But we'd need to get you in some other clothes. The tux is perhaps a tad
formal for Mary's." Xander laughs. 
"Yeah probably." Time to go to the apartment. 
This is not something he is looking forward to, then he thinks of
something that makes him smile again. He looks at his watch. 
"Do you have a way to get to my apartment during the day?" He is excited
now. This would work. Spike nods. 
"Yeah. There's a sewer entrance not too far from there." 
Xander, overly happy about Spike's response, grabs his hand and tugs him
from the bed. 
"Well come on, let's go." Forgetting he is butt naked.
"Uhh, Xander. Clothes." Xander does almost a full body blush this time,
"Eeep," He squeaks. 
"Umm, yeah clothes would be good. But we gotta hurry. Anya will be at the
Magick Box by now. If we get there before she goes to lunch, I don't have
to worry about her either," He explains quickly as he finds the ruined
remnants of his tux and pulls them on. Spike pulls on his jeans and
T-shirt, then sits down to lace up his Docs. He slides into his duster
and grabs his trusty 'going-out-in-daylight' blanket. 
"Ready." 
Aren't they a pair going out? The groom and the bad man. Bad take on a
good movie. Xander laughs and follows Spike to the sewers.
 

Part 3


Spike moves quick and sure through the sewers. On the way Xander explains
that Anya didn't understand about taking off for a honeymoon...and so, no
wedding, she'd most certainly be back at work. Spike nods. It was so like
Anya. They arrive at a spot and start climbing up the manhole. Spike
carefully pushes off the cover and climbs out, blanket protecting him,
and runs for the safety of the shade. He looks behind to see if Xander is
following. 
Xander makes his way up the ladder and out of the manhole, quickly albeit
less gracefully than Spike. He replaces the cover and makes his way over
to Spike. He leads him carefully keeping to a shaded path, into the
apartment building and up to his apartment. Opening the door, he holds
out his hand with a flourish and giggles. 
"You have my invitation to enter, good sir." Xander pronounces in his
best fake English accent. It is horrible but makes Xander laugh anyway.
Spike chuckles and walks inside. 
"You've been 'angin' around the Watcher too much. Next you'll be wearin'
tweed and cleanin' your glasses and moanin' about the impulsiveness of
youth." 
"Nahh, gotta be old to do that." Xander chuckles , following Spike into
the apartment. 
Xander isn't sure what to expect when he goes into the apartment. Anya
did still have the temper of a demon, even she wasn't one anymore. No
telling, how uh. Xander looks around, how neat and tidy she would have
left it. Had she even been here? 
"Uh," Xander grunts in disbelief. Spike looks around. 
"Nice place, Xander. Much bigger and nicer than the other one." His eyes
twinkle. 
"So do I wait out 'ere or do I get to watch?" Xander turns from his
assessment of the less than ravaged apartment at Spike's question. 
"Watch?" For a moment confused, then thump, mental duh, hits him. 
"OH, watch." He adds a lascivious edge to this little come-on. 
"Sure. You can even join in." Xander lets that one lie as he turns to go
to his bathroom, taking off his jacket and starting on his shirt as he
walks away.
Spike follows behind, letting his eyes roam up and down Xander's body. 
"Mmmmm. You *do* say the sweetest things." 
Xander lets his filthy shirt fall to the floor, bending to turn on the
tap, pulling the switch for the shower. The bathroom quickly starts to
fill with hot steam. He drops his pants next to the shirt on the floor,
he'd left the boxers behind at the crypt. So there he stands, surrounded
by fog and totally naked, except for a very naughty little grin.
Spike groans and quickly strips out of his clothes, having to drop to the
floor to take off his Docs. He scrambles up quickly and moves against
Xander. 
"Fuck. You---wet, naked. I've *got* to be in 'eaven." Spike says. Xander
giggles like a little girl, then turns red once more. He groans and turns
his back to Spike. 
"Damn it," He swears. "Hate that," muttering further. Spike wraps his
arms around Xander. He kisses his back as the hot water runs down over
them both. 
"I love it. I love that you blush. Makes me hard." And Xander can feel
the evidence of the truth of Spike's statement nestled against the crease
of his ass. Just a little shaken at feeling Spike's cock against his ass,
he arches slightly, unconsciously rubbing against him. 
"Ahh, umm, well makes me feel like a little girl. I never blush. Must be
something about you," Xander says, his voice halting, as that rub
afforded from his arching feels really pretty good.
Spike chuckles and rubs up and down against Xander. He reaches over and
grabs a sponge, soaping it up and starting to scrub Xander as he
continues to slide against him. Xander leans forward putting his hands on
the wall, the scrubbing making his aching body feel so much better. He
hadn't realized he was so sore til now. The warmth and the movement over
his back, not to mention the movement of the one scrubbing his back.
Maybe he had died last night. Got all eaten up and now he was in a weird
kind of heaven. He closes his eyes and lets it all take him for a moment.
 
"Spike," He murmurs with a sweet smile.
Spike smiles at the tone of Xander's voice. He scrubs a little more
firmly. 
"I should give you a proper massage. Make you feel good. Work all the
knots out and turn you into a helpless heap of flesh." 
"M-m-mh," Xander groans at the suggestion of a massage. He is really
pretty sore. All that flinging himself onto and off of tombs, he reasons.
That'll make ya sore. 
"That sounds so good. Spike." Xander almost lets himself go to follow
that little scenario right on out. Then he remembers. 
"Anya", he mutters and slumps forward, resting his head on the cool tile
wall. 
"What?" Spike says, probably a little louder than he intends. He's got
his hands all over a naked Xander and Xander's thinking about Anya? 
"What?" Xander, startled by Spike's shout, turns around to face him. 
"What? What happened?" That mental 'Duh', smacks him again. He'd said her
name. 
"Oh, no, nooooo. No I was thinking she'll come here for lunch. That as
much, as I would love to get a massage and spend all day doing things
here with you, she's going to be here soon." Xander's eyes are pleading
with every ounce of chocolately goodness in them that Spike understands
that he was not thinking of Anya, in that way. Spike nods, relieved. 
"Ah, ok. Sorry. I can give you a massage just as easily back at the
crypt." He pushes Xander back against the tile wall and starts scrubbing
his chest, and then down onto his abs. Xander lets Spike continue to wash
him, then realizes something. 
"Hey, wait. You were jealous." Xander smiles and points at the blonde
vampire. Spike nods and growls just a little. 
"Yes. Yes I was." Xander smiles brightly. 
"You got jealous over me?" 
Spike moves forward and kisses Xander as his hands slip down to scrub
Xander's abs. 
"I got jealous over you. Temporarily almost cave-man jealous, yes." 
The hands on him are enough to make him melt, those words making him
quiver. 
"Good to know." Xander gulps. Spike carefully skirts around Xander's cock
and kneels down to scrub Xander's feet, then starts working up his legs.
Xander leans against the wall, and closes his eyes. 
"Spike, why are you so good to me?" He moans.
"I care about you. I want you to be 'appy. I'm good to people I care
about. And...I'm kind of 'oping you'll return the favor." He grins as his
talented hands start working on Xander's inner thighs. Xander opens his
eyes and smiles down at Spike. 
"Can I?" Something in him just needs to hear it. Needs for Spike to tell
him what he wants. Spike nods. 
"Oh yes. Yes I would like that very much." His hands move now from
Xander's thighs up onto his neglected cock and starts soaping it in long
firm strokes. Xander is no longer leaning against the wall, but clinging
to it at Spike's strokes over his cock. 
"Umm, Spiike." He groans, trying very hard to speak. 
"Spiiike. If you want me to..." His breath catches, as another stroke
send pleasure rolling up his belly over his chest and hits him smack in
the head. 
"If I want you to?" Spike asks as he continues to stroke. He relishes the
expression on Xander's face, the desperate clinging of his fingers on the
wall. He wants to make Xander feel good. Xander looks down at the very
evil man in front of him. Swallows hard and tries again. 
"If you want me to take care ….." That's about all he can get out before
his breath is sucked away again. He leaves it to his eyes to try to
convey something to the devil at his feet.
"I do. I do want you to take care of me. Riiiiiiiiight after I take care
of you." He strokes harder and faster now. He slips his other hand
between Xander's thighs and back to stroke his perineum. Xander uses
every trick he can think of to hold off. Anya had taught him it was wrong
to cum too soon. Wrong? Hell she thought it should be against the law.
Then he hears Spike's words, and only wants to move right along to the
talent portion of this little show. He wants to make Spike feel good.
Wants to do whatever he wants really. When Spike's hand moves to his
perineum he lets out a low groan, rolls his head back and thrusts forward
and that was all she wrote. Hot cum floods from him, mixing as it falls
with the warm clear water from the shower. 
Spike purrs happily and pumps slowly a few more times as Xander finishes
his climax. He rises from the floor of the shower with unnatural grace
and kisses Xander. 
"Good boy. So good." Spike croons. Xander grins like an idiot caught in
the euphoria he'd just been given. 
"Mmm, so good. That felt so good," he says with a husky voice, lips just
touching Spike's. The 'good boy', giving him an odd twinge that makes his
spent cock twitch just slightly. 
Spike kisses Xander and grabs the shampoo, shampooing and rinsing his
hair, massaging his scalp firmly and then helping him rinse. 
"All clean. Clean enough to eat off." Spike chuckles. He rubs against
Xander and looks up into his eyes. 
"My turn now." 
"Yes, please." Xander says, before he can stop himself. His oh so too
late hand smacks himself in the mouth as he turns beet read. I did not
just say that... I did not just say that, he chants to himself closing
his eyes. 
"I'mmserlaway." He mutters from behind his fingers. Spike chuckles. 
"What was that? Didn't quite hear you." Xander was without a doubt
completely and utterly adorable when he was like this. Though he doubted
Xander would appreciate being called adorable. Xander moves his hand
slightly, and repeats. 
"I'm sorry." Hanging his head, beet red cheeks and all. Spike strokes his
cheek. 
"Nothing to be sorry for. Just gave me an idea of something to do later.
How do you feel about honey?" 
"Honey?" Xander looks up, a mix of scared bunny and feral cat grin
warring on his face. 
"I love honey." He croons, letting the grin win out.
"Good." Spike licks his lips. 
"Lots of fun things you can do with honey." He hands the sponge to
Xander. 
"You want to start with the back or the front?" Xander looks Spike up and
down. Decides he'd better start with the back or he'd never make it
there. 
"Back, please." He chirps, sudsing up the sponge again.
Spike chuckles and turns around. He lets out a long breath in
anticipation. He *loves* being bathed. *Loves* it. Almost as much as sex.
Likes long hot baths better, but even a quick scrub in the shower is
heavenly. 
Xander looks over Spike's back. Long lean lines, smooth soft skin of
...he thinks again for a good word...marble? No marble is all hard and
mostly grey. He reaches out and begins to rub the soapy sponge into
Spike's back, making long firm swipes over him, working over his
shoulders and lower back, soon reaching his ass. That was a little
perplexing. What exactly would he let him do? No better way than to try.
Xander shrugs and runs the sponge just as firmly over each cheek, then up
the the crack. Finding the sponge is too big and not going to go between
very smoothly, he rubs his hand over the sponge, getting it soapy. He
first rubs one buttock, then the other, then slides between them. 
Spike moans at the feel of Xander's hand on his asscheeks. He leans
forward and braces himself against the wall as Xander rubs down his
crease. 
"Dunno what you're planning, my boy, but I 'ave to admit I'd bloody
curious to find out." Xander is glad he is at Spike's back, because the
look of surprise is probably not the one Spike wants to see. He really
had been trying to clean him, not with much else in mind. Xander's
expression changes and is reminiscent of the hyena, a wicked grin. 
He slides his hand forward, finding the spot he just brushed over in a
token attempt to clean him. A small wrinkled spot that is dipped in the
center. The skin is tight but soft, as Xander slides his fingers around
it. Experimenting, he just pokes one gently into that dip in the center.
It slides more easily than he thought, quickly up to the first knuckle,
before he pulls it back again. Anya had only touched him there once. It
hadn't gone well. She was on the hunt for the male g-spot as she called
it, and was none too gentle about trying to find it. So no more of that,
thank you. 
Spike groans softly when Xander's finger dips into him. He intended to be
the dominant one in this relationship...almost a necessity given his
experience and strength...but he had no intention of stopping Xander from
getting his share of exploration and fun. And this was just delicious.
His cock twitches just at the thought. 
Spike's groan makes Xander withdraw his hand. He leans over slightly
looking at Spike. 
"Are you ok? Did I hurt you?" He doesn't think he did, but he wants to be
sure. This is so new to him, and his own experience having been so awful,
he is worried. His hand rubs softly over Spike's lower back. 
"I"m sorry." Xander tries.
"Oh fuck, Xander. That was a good noise, I promise." Spike says.
Xander smiles. 
"Do you want me to do more?" His hand goes lower rubbing Spike's ass.
"Yes, please," Spike says. "I'll tell you if it's bad." 
Xander looks like the kid with the keys to the candy store. He'd have to
be careful, gentle. Hell, just do everything the opposite of the way Anya
did them. No problem. Xander moves behind Spike, and begins again,
letting the tip of one finger probe, and move until it was fully
imbedded. Then he crookes it slightly, straightens and pulls back slowly.
He repeats this very slowly, waiting for Spike to let him know if he is
doing this right. His other hand makes small soapy circles over Spike's
lower back, with occasional strokes over his shoulders.
Spike moans slightly and each slow stroke and purrs. Then on one of
Xander's careful probes he hits the prostate and Spike cries out. 
"YES!" It has been entirely too long since he felt this particular
sensation. Xander thrills at the sound of that affirmative. He eases his
finger in again, and repeats what he did. Trying to do it again and
again. He lets his movements increase in speed just slightly, from the
sheer ease he could move now that the soft tight tissue was more lax.
Spike cries out and whimpers now as Xander hits his prostate again and
again. He starts murmuring now, his voice getting a little louder as his
excitement grows. 
"Yes. Fuck. Xander. Yes. Shit. Fuck. Bloody. Hell. Bugger. Yessss. YES!
YES!" 
Xander is almost giddy with making Spike cry out. It really feels that
good? God, he couldn't wait to find out. And, did he really just say
that? Yep, he must be gay. Xander continues his thrusts but on one pulls
back and sets a second finger next to the first, gently pressing them
both in, and repeating that wonderful motion that made Spike feel so
good. Spike's hips are twitching now of their own accord. He is crying
out in tiny whimpering grunts on each thrust. He is getting closer and
closer and he moans to Xander, 
"Faster, please, so close. So fucking close now." Xander does what Spike
asks, he lets his two fingers dip and crook as fast as he can, trying to
keep from being too rough. The other hand rubs down his side, and his
belly. Xander gets that little grin again, and reaches out letting his
hand curl around Spike's cock. Spike hisses and his hips start thrusting
a little now. He can't hold them still. His cock slides in Xander's soapy
grasp and he feels that coiling in his belly as his climax approaches. 
"FUCK XANDER!" He screams and releases onto the tile wall. 
Xander lets Spike stop moving. He stops moving after Spike's cum starts
pouring over his hand, but he keeps his hands where they are. He imagines
having either one pulled away might not feel too good to the vampire.
Once Spike stops, Xander carefully pulls his fingers out of Spike's ass,
and loosens his grip on Spike' s cock. Xander's own cock had begun to
throb at Spike's cries and just being able to touch him like that. But he
is happy, feeling no real need to do anything about himself. He can't
help the little grin on his sweet face. It makes him look a lot younger,
standing there all wet and naked.
Spike lets go of the wall and turns slowly around. He smiles and splays
his hands out on Xander's chest. 
"Fuck. You took *excellent* care of me." Spike says. Xander grins with
pride. 
"Really?" He asks like a little kid, with a dopey grin.
"Oh yes," Spike says, purring loudly, "so good." Xander looks at Spike
shyly. 
"I'm glad." He really is. He'd wanted so much to make Spike feel good. To
*know * that he had made him feel good, is almost as good as if he had
been the one cumming. Spike smiles a beatific smile at Xander. 
"You are definitely a wicked, wicked boy. And I love it." He kisses
Xander very lightly and then licks his lips. 
"But we need to get me clean so we can leave before Anya gets 'ere. Or
you may be coming out of the closet with everyone sooner than you
planned." 
Xander's smile crumbles and is gone at the mention of his ex and everyone
else. Couldn't he and Spike just curl up together somewhere and never be
heard from again? Xander seriously thinks about that for half a second.
Then the thing that makes him Doughnut Boy to begin with kicks in.
Loyalty...like a kicked dog, he would still come back every time. He
takes up the sponge again, looking very sad. He begins to wash Spike's
arms, long strokes, but his thoughts are muddled. Spike's face falls too.
 
"Shouldn't have mentioned Anya. Fuck." 
"No." Xander looks up at him, and feels bad for being so sullen. 
"No, it's true. Don't want her catch us here now. I wouldn't be right.
Not just the coming out part. I don't think it would be fair to her."
Xander is being what he always was. The white knight. Worrying about
everybody else but himself. Spike put his hands on Xander's face. 
"Don't. Don't beat yourself up over this. You wait until you're
comfortable to tell her but don't drive yourself into a frenzy worrying
about it." Xander looks into those beautiful blue eyes, and can't help
but smile. 
"Well, fair or not. If she finds us like this, she's probably going to
call every vengeance demon she knows and we will not be happy campers."
Xander manages to drag his mood out of the dark. His scrubbing of Spike's
belly and chest a little more efficient, he moves lower and grins back at
Spike. 
 
"Maybe I better leave some parts to you, or we are definitely going to be
outed today, and soon." 
Spike chuckles and finishes washing and rinsing. He gets Xander to help
him shampoo and they climb out of the shower. 
"The 'ot shower is much appreciated. Been probably three months since I
'ad a 'ot shower." He wasn't going to add that it had been at Buffy's
after having sex. He starts pulling on his clothes again. 
Xander pauses, he doesn't like the idea of Spike having to do without
things. Something as simple as a hot shower. He promises himself when all
this is sorted out he is going to take care of a few things where a
certain blonde vampire is concerned. 
"Umm, what should I wear? I mean tonight. I mean to the bar?" Xander
suddenly realizes he has no idea what to expect at Mary's at all, from
dress to other things.... Wondered if he should pack a bag? Where would
he stay? He would have to sort things out with Anya soon as far as living
arrangements, but he thought a few days might be the required cool down
time after being left at the altar. The wheels turning in his head are
clearly playing out on his face, as he nibbles at his bottom lip. Spike
laughs. 
"It's a casual crowd. I go in there dressed like I usually am and fit
right in. I'm wearing something special just for your benefit tonight
though." Spike grins. 
"But jeans and some variety of shirt will do nicely." Then he licks his
lips and he is just a little bit nervous about asking the next question. 
"Do you want to stay with me? I mean, until you settle things with Anya?"
Xander listens to the things said about clothes and casual. Ok check, he
can do casual. The next thing he hears he thinks he had just imagined. 
"What?" Xander's voice breaks over the word, sure he had heard wrong.
Spike swallows again and repeats. 
"Do you...do you want to stay with me?" Xander heard right. Spike just
offered to take him in, again. To take care of him. 
"I ..I..," he swears he almost wanted to say, I love you, oh and wouldn't
that be sooo of the not good. He starts again, " Thank you Spike. I would
really appreciate it." I would be more than happy to share your bed, he
really wants to add.
Spike grins. If he could blush he would be right now. He touches his
forehead to Xander's. 
"Good. 'Cause I really, really want to spend more time with you." 
"You know. There isn't really any reason for us not to be able to share
hot showers whenever we want, is there? I mean, you could share a hotel
room with me. Maybe let me take care of you a little bit." Xander tries
to just be honest, hoping what he is asking doesn't make him seem
ungrateful, or that he is putting Spike down. Doesn't matter to him where
they are as long as he can spend time with Spike. It's just that he
really can't bear taking him back there. He wants him to be comfortable.
He could only hope Spike wouldn't try to look too hard at his offer. 
Spike thinks about it for a minute. Part of him screams a little bit at
the idea of letting Xander take care of him, but he knows it's the
practical thing to do. He *had* money, but it wasn't where he could lay
hands on it at the moment. It would require a visit to a big town with
access to a BankSuisse and that wasn't Sunnydale. Besides, the idea of
having clean sheets and hot water and a television that actually *worked*
was *really* attractive. 
"Sure. We'd 'ave to get one with a kitchenette so I could keep and 'eat
my blood, but sure." He waggles his eyebrows. 
"Lots and *lots* of showers, I'm thinking." Xander breathes a sigh of
relief. 
"Oh yeah, lots and lots." He laughs. So how about I get dressed pack a
bag and we get the hell out of here?" Xander says, clapping his hands
together. Spike nods. 
"Sure. You may want to put some clothes on, too," He remarks, grinning. 
"Yeah, kinda had it in mind." Xander chuckles, goes to his room and slips
into a pair of plain faded jeans, and dark t-shirt and a blue button up
shirt that he left open. Pulling on his shoes, to finish up. He throws
some things in a big green army style duffel and was ready to go. 
"And we're off," Xander announces and moves toward the door, letting
Spike follow. They walk back outside, keeping to the shady spots. Xander
leaves Spike in one of said spots, and brings his car around picking up a
blanket-cloaked vampire on his back seat. Spike does not find the Bugle
Boy's ad joke funny. They make a quick trip back to Spike' crypt to pick
up his things. Blood, fags, and clothes. That was about all he had. Then
to a modest priced but very clean and servicable hotel room, with the
requested kitchenette. They stow their things quickly, and spend most of
the rest of the day finding out exactly what kind of *amenities* they
could offer each other in a comfortable bed. Play soon becomes cuddling,
and cuddling becomes sleep. They hadn't really slept much before Buffy's
little visit so they need the rest. They set a wake up call at the desk
when they checked in and are now being pulled from sleep by that very
call.
Spike picks up the phone, growling. 
"Yeah? Wake-call, right. Ta." He hangs up the phone and shakes Xander and
then kisses him on the back of the neck. 
"Wake up, luv." Spike whispered.
"No wake. Sleep ten more minutes. No work today. Rain." He gestures with
one floppy arm to all outside, letting his arm, well, flop back to it's
place at his side.
"Get up, luv. Going to Mary's. Drinks, dancing, public groping." 
"Hmm," Xander tries to sit up and falls back over. 
"Drinks, groping good,' Xander slurs in a cute sleepy haze, his hair
tousled and mussed, his eyes puffy slits. Spike chuckles. 
"You're precious when you're sleepy," he says, and sits him up. Then he
gets a wicked idea. 
"I could 'elp you wake up." 
"Not precious," Xander pouts. 
Spike kisses him, nibbling gently on his pouty lip. 
"Wake up, big manly man." He starts stroking gently down Xander's neck.
Xander leans into Spike's touch, and giggles lightly at the nibbling on
his lip. 
"Manly man, is not much of an improvement over precious," He says through
his giggle.
"No pleasing you today." Spike hand trails down onto Xander's chest and
makes a slow spiraling circle in on one of Xander's nipples. 
"Oh, I dunno. That's a pretty pleasing thing you're doing right there."
Xander smirks under heavily lidded eyes. Spike chuckles and start kissing
down his neck now. 
"Wake...up... or...I...will ...be...forced... to... drastic... measures,"
he says between kisses and then sucks the other nipple into his mouth and
flicks his tongue back and forth across it, savoring the slightly musky
taste of Xander's skin. 
"Nope think I am definitely feeling very sleepy now." Xander sighs in a
lazy faked yawn. Falling back on the bed, with a stifled laugh.
Spike pushes Xander's legs apart and starts stroking Xander's cock to
hardness. His eyes twinkle devilishly. 
"You asked for it." He puts his mouth on Xander's cock and takes the
whole thing in at once, all the way to the base, swallowing and sucking
and licking all at once. 
Xander almost comes completely undone. He howls at being completely
consumed by that voracious cool mouth. 
"Ahh, Spiiike." Xander's hands ball into tight fists, threatening to tear
the sheets he is laying on to shreds. He thrusts up hard, not wanting it
to stop. Spike lets Xander fuck his mouth now, swallowing at the end of
each thrust. He relaxes his jaws but keeps licking and sucking as best he
can. He's secretly proud of making Xander lose control so thoroughly. He
did warn him...drastic measures. 
Xander's hips are desperate. He moves like something possessed. He groans
and turns his head. 
"Uhhmmm, yessss." His eyes are closed. Spike wraps his hands around
Xander's hips and slides them underneath, cupping a hand on each buttock
and squeezing firmly. One finger slides down the crease between as he
continues to swallow and suck. Xander arches at the finger trailing his
ass, the hands grabbing his buttocks something like holding a caged
animal. Forcing him to move more urgently, both wanting to be held and
wanting to be free. 
Spike moves the finger up and down, getting down almost to the pucker and
then moving away again. His throat is being almost battered now by the
thrusts but he handles it. He's no stranger to rough play, and at least
he can moves his head freely to lessen the strain. Xander whimpers at the
hand moving away from his ass, turning his head again, but not opening
his eyes. His cock is so thoroughly consumed, he can't hold on for long.
He can feel the pull in his belly as his balls begin to draw up.
Spike moves one hand off his ass and cups his balls, gently fondling and
squeezing, while the other hand grips tightly on the buttock it holds. 
"Ahhmmm," Xander shakes like a man left out in the cold, a flash of
gooseflesh covers him. He doesn't want this divine feeling engulfing him
to stop, but his body has reached the point of no return and it is only
sheer will holding him back. Bless Anya, she had done something for him.
The hands that are on the bed now find Spike's shoulders, hard strong
workman' hands grip at him, pulling him harder than Xander intended. 
Spike's head is pulled down hard and he swallows, taking in Xander's cock
massaging and milking with his throat muscles. He can feel Xander
balanced on the edge and he presses his nails just slightly into his
buttock hoping to push him over. 
Xander lets loose with another howl, calling out his release. His fists
are clenched like vices on each shoulder beneath his grasp. His cock
pulsating, with the liquid fire of his relief shooting down Spike's
throat. Another short thrust and he begins to let his body relax, his
hands first. His hips last. He comes back to himself. Spike swallows
every last drop of the salty hot liquid as it shoots down his throat, so
he doesn't really get to taste it. He licks Xander's cock clean,
searching for any fugitive traces. He crawls up Xander's body and nuzzles
against his neck and up to his ear. 
"You awake now, my boy?" Spike asks.
"Awake is not the word." Xander pants, and laughs. 
"You are the best alarm clock I have ever had." Xander turns and takes
Spike in his arms, pulling him in close and tight. 
"Thank you," he murmurs into Spike's ear. Spike chuckles. 
"You're welcome. I can provide that particular service every morning, if
you like." He grins. "Might as well be useful for *something*." 
Xander jerks his head in surprise. 
"What?" Xander looks confused. 
"What are you confused about? The service? Or the every morning part?" 
"No the part about good for something? That has me a little questiony."
Xander's brows knit, his face perplexed, and not all happy.
"That part was a joke," Spike replies. Xander pulls back to look into
Spike's eyes. He has known the vampire for more than a few years. He may
not have known him this well for all that time, but one thing he did know
was when Spike was joking, being that most of his jokes up until now had
been at his expense. 
"No, you're not. I can tell. Don't lie to me." Xander is genuinely hurt
that Spike would hide from him. 
"I meant it as a joke," Spike says, leaning back. 
"But I'm not good for much. I know that. Fucking's my art, and fighting's
my recreation, but I really don't 'ave any other talents." 
 
 
Xander sits up and away from Spike, running his hands through his hair. 
"Spike. How can you say that?" Xander doesn't turn to look at him. After
all the things Spike had done for him in just the last twenty-four
hours...that is all he thought of himself. Xander can't help thinking
Buffy had played no small part in that self-assessment. Xander sighs. 
"Spike. That is not all you are to me," He says evenly. Spike pulls out a
cigarette and lights it up, taking a drag from it. He blows smoke out his
mouth and nose. His voice is small, almost broken, and totally unlike
Spike. 
"So what am I to you?" Spike asks. Xander turns back to look at Spike. 
"I don't know what to call it Spike. I don't know if it has a name. All I
know is. You took care of me. You make me feel so damn good. Better than
I have felt in a long time, and I can't fucking imagine not being with
you right now. I don't know what that makes you to me. I just know it's a
hell of a lot more than you think it is." Xander again turns his back to
Spike, looking down at his hands folded in his lap. 
Spike's voice comes back again. 
"Sorry, luv. But you'd be the first person ever not to see me solely in
terms of what I could do for them. I was Angelus' obsession and fucktoy,
Drusilla's nurse and plaything...they had excuses, at least they were
soulless demons...and then Buffy. She's a fucking masterwork." 
Xander stands now and turns to face Spike, his arms crossed over his
belly, hugging himself. 
"I don't just see what you do for me." Soft brown eyes drop. 
"I try to see what you want from me too." His voice is soft and edged
with vulnerability. 
"I know you've been hurt and used. I wish it didn't hurt you so much. I
wish they had seen in you what I see. Seen what they passed over. But,
then again I don't." Xander reaches out and strokes Spike's cheek. 
" 'Cause now I'm here. And I can see what they didn't and have what they
were stupid enough to overlook." Xander pauses looking into crystal blue
eyes. 
"If you'll let me," Xander finishes in a whisper.
Spike scoots to the edge of the bed and hugs around Xander's waist, hot
tears welling up in his eyes, spilling down onto Xander's skin. 
"Fuck, Xander, no one's ever said anything like that to me ever." 
Xander kneels down and takes Spike's face in his hands, his thumbs wiping
the tears away gently. 
"Get used to it," Xander breathes across Spike's lips before taking them
in a loving and tender kiss. Pulling from the kiss, Xander put his
forehead to Spike's. 
"Just get used to it, ok?" He says, a smile touching his words.
Spike breathes slowly. 
"Yeah. Yeah I guess I'd better. I'll try not to say anything like that
again, luv." He stops crying and smiles back. Xander kisses Spike's head
and murmurs. 
"Just tell me when you feel that way, and I promise I'll make it better."
Xander pulls Spike to him in a strong-armed hug. Spike hugs in return,
rubbing his hands on Xander's muscular back. 
"I'm definitely lucky I found you last night. Best thing that ever
'appened to me." 
"Me too," Xander intones, and gives Spike another squeeze before pulling
back to look at him. 
"I think we have something to celebrate." Xander smiles broadly. 
"Mmm, yes, time to get dressed and go out. Wait til you see what I'm
wearing." Spike grins mischievously. He grabs a bag and heads into the
bathroom. 
Xander is left to wonder about what Spike is going to wear. Really is
wondering. He'd only ever seen Spike in one outfit...black on black on
black...with a duster. Xander pulls back on his button up shirt, leaving
the buttons undone. Casual, he said. This is casual. What's taking him so
long? Xander paces unconsciously. It isn't just the clothes that are
worrying him. Xander has no idea what the hell would happen tonight, a
fact that both excites him and scares the hell out of him at the same
time.
Spike comes out of the bathroom. He is dressed in skin-tight glove
leather pants that leave almost nothing to the imagination. They hug and
caress every curve. The shirt he wears is a simple muscle shirt, midnight
blue, silk, and it likewise clings to and highlights the body underneath.
He looks up to see Xander's reaction. 
 
 
 
 
"Gorgeous, amazing, beautiful." That would have been what Xander said,
had his tongue not been trying to get out of his mouth to lick every
square inch of that leather and silk clad body. What does come out sounds
more like. 
"Ah he, am ayea.ahhh." With a wide-eyed grin. Spike chuckles. 
"I see it had the desired effect. Won't be ashamed to be out with me
tonight, I take it?" Xander shakes out of his awe at his *date* for the
evening. 
"I think it's you that might be ashamed." Xander says, looking down at
himself. "I thought this was casual." Xander pouts.
"It is, luv, I just wanted to be all shiny and sexy for you tonight. I
can change back into my usual." 
"Don't-you-dare." Xander blurts out before he can stop himself. 
"Ah he he..umm. I mean you look so good. Be a shame to waste it. Want me
to change into something else. I don't have anything like that.." Xander
moves to the drawers where his clothes are now.
Spike moves over behind him and whispers in his ear. 
"You've got that one pair of jeans that you must have had for years...the
ones the fit like they are painted on, all faded and soft. And there's
that tank top you have that shows off your arms so well."
Xander gulps, not realizing Spike had taken such careful inventory of his
wardrobe. 
"Umm, yeah. I can put those on if you want." Xander is already getting
uncomfortable at the thought of the tank top, out in public. But, he
quickly takes up the clothes and heads for the bathroom. Changing
quickly, he comes back to the bedroom. The pants are just as Spike
described, tight and soft, looking like they were painted on, almost a
second skin. The shirt would have shown off his arms, if he didn't have
them hugged around him like he was naked in a room full of nuns. Spike
sighs. 
"You don't *have* to wear the bloody top, luv. Not gonna be much fun
taking you out if you're worried about 'ow you look. Even if you look as
edible as you do right now."
Xander doesn't want to disappoint Spike, but he feels like something out
of a seventies porno. He thinks a minute, and looks through his drawers
again, fetching out a dark blue silk button up, he slings it on and
leaves it open and untucked. Smiling he looks at Spike. 
"How about this? Will this work?" 
Spike smiles and nods. "Yes, luv. Let's go." 
 

Part 4


They head downstairs and drive, following Spike's directions, and end up
at an odd-looking warehouse-like building with a big mural of a
well-endowed woman on a bike on the side of it. 
"Mary's," Spike says. They walk inside and the ambiance is cigarette
smoke and loud music from a band playing in the corner on a small stage.
Men are swaying and moving on the dance floor, which takes up maybe a
quarter of the club. Another section is pool tables, and the haze of
smoke is particularly thick there. The rest is an immense bar and tables
and booth. There is a stairwell leading up to a second floor, but there
is a large bouncer-type standing near the stairs. Xander reaches out and
takes Spike's hand wanting the comfort his touch seemed to afford him. He
follows Spike taking in the scene as they go. 
Spike moves up to the bar, threading his way easily through the crowd.
There are a few stares thrown their way...admiring ones. Spike smiles.
They reach the bar and Spike get the attention of the bartender. 
"Steve, double Jack for me and whatever my guy wants." He looks over at
Xander. 
"Beer," Xander manages to croak out. He's looking around as if the damned
walls are going to eat him alive. Every leering stare makes him both
confused and strangely aroused. They are looking at him, and Spike. Well,
mostly at Spike. And, that bothers him too. He isn't sure he likes having
all those appreciative glances settled on *his * vampire. Xander moves
closer to Spike. The bartender plunks down their drinks. Spike leans over
and whispers in Xander's ear. 
"Doing okay?" 
"Yeah," Xander grunts, maintaining his watchful gaze on those around
them. 
"Why..Why are they staring at you like that?" Xander just about whines,
taking his beer from the counter. 
"They're staring at you, too, luv. We are two very sexy-looking guys,
dressed to kill. Wouldn't be surprised if you get propositioned several
times tonight. I may 'ave to get all growly and scare them away." At that
prospect Xander is not amused. Actually if deer in the headlights were a
category, he would have won an Academy Award. His wide-eyed stare carries
around the bar and back to Spike. 
"You're kidding?" 
"No. I'm not. Wha? You didn't realize you were sexy?" 
"Spike, twenty-four hours ago, I didn't think any guy was sexy. Me
included." Xander groans taking a long pull from his beer. A thought
occurs to him. 
"What if they do proposition, either one of us?" He is worried about
himself, but he is more worried that Spike might see something more
appealing here that what he brought with him.
"We tell them to piss off. That we're taken." Xander smiles, and wraps
one arm around Spike's waist. 
"Taken?" He queries, innocently.
"Yes. Taken. Occupied. As in, I came here with and I'm going home with
the same person." Spike's eyes get that cave-man possessive glint in them
again. Xander watches Spike's eyes and finds he likes the look he sees
there. He likes it a lot. He smiles and leans into Spike. 
"Yes sir." He whimpers mildly next to Spike's ear. Spike cock twitches at
the 'Yes Sir' and he purr-growls and wraps a possessive arm around
Xander, leaning forward to nibble his earlobe. 
"I want to take you into a private room and do many terribly perverted
things to your body right now, my boy." Xander grins at the growl from
Spike. Did he find a hidden switch in his vampire? 
"As you wish sir." Xander murmurs into Spike' ear. Xander isn't entirely
sure what Spike will do, but he desperately wants to find out. Spike
purr-growls again. He uses his other hand to pull a wad of bills out of
his pocket and peels off two twenties. He shoves the other bills back in
his pocket and draws the bartender's attention. 
"Need a key, Steve," Spike says, his voice husky. 
Steve hands Spike a key and Spike slams down his drink, then all but
drags Xander over towards the stairs. He shows the bouncer the key and
they head up the stairs, finding a room and opening it. Spike gets Xander
inside and locks the door behind them. It is a tiny room with a chaise
and a small table on which is a tube of astroglide and a big canister of
baby wipes. 
Xander lets himself be dragged by Spike, excited and nervous at the same
time. Once inside the small room, and taking in the sparse furniture and
decor, as well as their obvious uses. Xander swallows hard and tries to
smile. A nervous laugh, tripping between his too stiff lips. He has just
gotten himself in over his head. 
"So come here often do you?" Xander tries that little laugh again,
sounding much more like a whimper than anything from funny. 
Spike chuckles, and the sound is low and predatory. He strokes Xander's
hair and then runs a thumb down his jaw, cupping his chin in his hand and
kissing Xander hungrily. 
"Don't worry, sweet boy, not goin' to take your virginity here in this
sordid little room. As to your question...yes, been 'ere a time or two.
Better than draggin' a potential bedmate back to the crypt."
"Yeah, I guess." Xander says, trying to sound as casual as all this
seemed to be. He at least can breathe a little at Spike's reassurance
that the scene of his deflowering would not be the next thing playing out
here. Deflowering, Xander thinks and sighs. He *is* such a little girl
after all. The thought of Spike's previous meetings in this place do nag
slightly at the edges of his mind. A time or two...looking at sex on a
stick over there, he is sure it was more than that. Xander presses a
little smile, and another half nervous laugh makes him seem more than
uncomfortable. 
Spike moves against Xander, pushing him back against the wall. kissing
him fiercely, hungrily. He runs his hands down Xander's back and cups his
hands on his firm asscheeks. Xander whimpers at Spike's attack. Then
resists slightly, then melts into Spike's kiss, returning his hunger with
his own. His hands finally take Spike's back, pulling him closer, roaming
down his back then back and over his shoulders. Spike feels Xander relax
and he begins to purr, softly, as his hands slide around and up and moves
the soft silk shirt down off his shoulders and lets it drop away. His
hands play and rub down Xander's now bare arms. He starts kissing on
Xander's neck. Xander's arms turn to trails of goosebumps at Spike's
touch over the bare skin there. His hands clutch and pull harder at
Spike's back, trying to feel more of that slender cool body against him.
Feeling lips on his neck, he without thinking turns his head, almost
immediately a fear hits him. He doesn't want to hurt Spike again. 
"Oh." He says softly, not wanting this to stop but the earlier pain he'd
caused Spike wrack his already frazzled nerves. 
"Just kissing, my boy," Spike murmurs, reading the nervous tension in
Xander. He licks a path from Xander's neck up to his ear and curls his
tongue lightly in the shell of his ear and breathes a cool puff of air
across it. His hands slip under Xander's tank top and caress over his abs
and up to his chest. Xander blushes again. He is so stupid. Spike can
control himself after all, and he is sure he is not that big a
temptation, he reminds himself. The blush remains but those thoughts are
replaced with pure desire. A cold wicked shiver runs down his spine, cool
hands over his body, that delicious puff of air over his ear, and two
words. 'My boy', from Spike's lips he's never felt so safe as he does
now, lost in two words. Xander begins to pull at Spike's clothes, he
wants to feel Spike' skin on his own, which from the blush is now fever
hot. Spike likewise starts to undress Xander. In a few minutes of
fumbling and pulling and bending, they are both naked and rubbing against
each other. 
Spike's mouth is back on Xander's neck, sucking and nibbling with blunt
teeth, as his hands stroke slowly down the center of Xander's body
towards his erect shaft. Xander delights in the chill Spike's skin gives
him. Between Spike's mouth on his throat and his hand on his cock, Xander
can't for the very life of him remember what he'd been so afraid of
coming here with Spike. He lets all that go, into the bliss he is fast
approaching at breakneck speed. His warm fist reaches out and wraps
around Spike's larger cock, alternating rubbing it against him and
stroking it in short pulls. A half gurgled moan from his lips, loving the
feeling of the silk skinned hardness in his hand, and against his body.
Spike reaches back and pumps the astroglide onto his hand, bringing it
down to coat first his cock, then Xander's. He presses their cocks
together and wraps his hands around both cocks. 
"Xander, do what I'm doing." He starts moving his hands up and down,
pressing both cock and stroking them, rubbing the cocks against each
other and smoothly sliding along the outside with each stroke. The
astroglide makes the two shafts squirm and wriggle against each other as
the hands go up and down. This new sensation almost makes Xander miss
what Spike told him to do. He slowly rolls his eyes back to the front,
then down to what Spike was doing to make him feel so very good. He
watches for a second, fascinated, and then reaches out and tried to mimic
what Spike is doing. Not as gracefully granted. Where Spike's hands make
it look like a simple thing, Xander's make it look like some sort of
weird mud wrestling event. Xander's larger hands finally get the
movements down, letting his rough carpenter's hands pull and run over the
hardened flesh. Spike lifts his head and hisses in pleasure as Xander's
hands join his own. 
"Oh, yesssssss. Yessssss. M'boy, so good. Love those hands, going to have
to write some poetry about them. The feel of them on me. Fuck." He
interlocks his fingers with Xander's, making their hands a solid band
around the writhing flesh underneath. Hot skin against cool, slick and
sliding. Spike moves his mouth down to Xander's nipple and sucks it in,
first flicking his tongue across it then nipping the erect bud between
his teeth. 
As good as all this was, Xander remembers why he liked Spike's mouth the
most of all his very talented parts. His vicious devious tongue saying
things like that to him. 'My boy', those two words again, make a shudder
run up from his cock and over his belly. One more talent of that
wonderful mouth, playing over his nipple, as a sharp hiss pulls over his
teeth. He forces his clenched eyes back open, immediately looking down,
wanting so much to see what Spike is doing to him. 
"OH, Spiiike." Xander whispers, in a husky voice, the small breath all
that he can manage, almost pushing himself over the edge just looking at
the beautiful blonde. Spike hears the hiss and the tiny whisper from
Xander, and feels the responsiveness of his body. He treasures it, drinks
it up like blood. He wants to make him happy, make him shiver, make him
feel. He nips again as he lifts a leg and runs it up Xander's inner
thigh, up and down against the tender flesh. Their joined hands are
moving faster now, Spike pushing the pace, as he moves closer to climax. 
Another hiss, at the very slight pain. That little twinge seeming to be
the thing Xander needs, since he immediately follows his hiss with,
"Oh shit, Spiiiike..I'm gonna..unngh." Passion-filled black eyes look
down at the vampire latched on to his nipple with strangely pleading
eyes. Spike looks up, eyes twinkling. Ohhh, this was so sweet. He knew
that plea. He lifts his mouth to whisper, "You can cum now, m'boy," and
then nips again, hard, on the already abused nipple. Xander doesn't cum.
He explodes. Permission was not something he'd ever sought or thought he
wanted. Now with everything in his brain either blowing out the top of
his head, or tip of his cock, he wonders how he had ever lived without
it. If he screamed, he didn't know it, he didn't know anything more than
his body's shuddering, breath halting, knees turning to jello climax. His
hands on autopilot keep up his already furious pace, and may have
redoubled it, somehow still remembering wanting Spike to feel this too.
Finally panting and so much more weak at the knees than he thinks he
should be, Xander slumps against the wall. 
Spike's own climax is not far behind. Watching the boy respond to his
words was an exquisite high. He releases, covering their hands with cool
seed over Xander's warm. He leans against Xander to steady him, pinning
him against the wall as he reaches for wipes to clean them. He works
efficiently and then tosses the wipes aside, gripping Xander's hips. 
"Want to lay down for a little while, sweet boy? Get your strength back?"
Xander nods, and tries to force his knees to become their harder, more
knee-like selves, managing to stand up and move away from the wall a
little. 
"Wwill, you lay with me?" Xander feels a rush of uncertainty wash over
him in the fleeing euphoria of his completion. He'd given a little piece
of himself to Spike and wants so much to know that what he felt in giving
it wasn't gone now. Spike nods. He steps backwards, pulling Xander with
him, until his knees hit the edge of the chaise. Then he sits down and
reclines, holding his hands out to Xander. 
"C'mon. Rest on me. I don't need to breathe and I can take your weight
easily." Xander's dark brows furrow. As much as he likes the idea, he has
another one in mind. 
"Could I..I mean can you..." Xander stops and makes himself at least act
like he's still got balls. 
"Would you lay on me? I just want to feel you on me. I mean if you don't
want to, that's ok. I don't want to make you do anything you don't want
to. Umm, but, please?" All stammering aside, Xander's sweetly worried
face, and pure look of wanting say more then his words ever could.
Spike gets up and moves aside for Xander to lay down and then he moves to
cover Xander's body with his own, carefully placing himself so Xander can
breathe. 
"Like that, m'boy?" Xander nods, trying not to let the shudder he feels
at Spike's words show in his voice. 
"Yeah, thank you." He offers quietly. Xander wraps his arms around Spike
and feels his coolness seep into his slightly heated skin. It's soothing
and sets him adrift in a kind of happiness for a moment. For his own
part, Spike is enjoying the feeling of the warm, firm body underneath his
own. 
"You like it when I call you 'my boy', don't you?" he asks. Xander
starts, all relaxed muscles suddenly jolting at Spike's inquiry. He'd
noticed. Xander groans, and you guessed it. Blushes. Rose pink, the
vexation of his current existence with Spike, spreads over his cheeks and
ears. 
"Y-yeah." The only answer he can offer, as his throat shuts him down with
embarrassment. He ducks his head into Spike's neck, trying to hide a
little of his blood red face from the vampire laying on top of him.
Spike caresses the back of Xander's neck. 
"You are, you know. *My* *boy*. I want you, Xander. Want to wrap you up
and keep you and make you mine." Xander feels that fantastic roll in his
belly again, making his cock twitch. 'My boy', who would have thought two
little words would affect him so much. The rest of what Spike said brings
Xander back to himself. He remembers just what taking you and making you
mine, could mean to a...vampire. Xander pulls back from Spike enough to
look into his cool blue eyes, his own brown eyes begging, so open and
honest they were almost hearbreaking. 
"You do?" The question, more breath than sound, makes it past his lips,
but doesn't speak to what his eyes ask.
"Yes," Spike replies firmly. "I do." His hand strokes Xander's neck,
thumb caressing the pulse point. "You want to be mine?" Xander swallows,
but his eyes never stray from Spike's. 
"Um, Spike. I know this is really stupid sounding, but, um. What
*exactly* does that mean?" Xander pauses, "to you, I mean." Xander says
pulling a face at sounding so stupid. Spike moves forward. 
"When you're ready...when you're sure...I would claim you. Bite you deep,
leave a little scar. Leave a little of myself in there. Any vamp could
see it, smell it, know you were mine. There's a little ritual involved to
make it all formal but that's the gist of it. In vampire terms, you'd be
mine. All mine." Xander's eyes narrow, and his brown furrows deeper as he
considers this. 
"Like being married?" Xander finally tries. Putting the only human
connotation to it, he could think of. 
"Mmmm. A little more one-sided than that. If you wanted to go the full
route, we'd need to mate. More ritual, and you'd 'ave to somehow be able
to bite and scar me too. We'd probably 'ave to get a spell or something,
give you fangs for a day. Claiming is more like 'going steady'." Spike
chuckles. 
"It means you are under my protection and everyone else keep their dirty
paws to themselves." Xander nods, his mind beginning to do that little
reeling thing it so liked to do over the past day or so. Belonging to a
vampire. He couldn't even get married to a mostly human. But he is
considering belonging to a vampire. Not just thinking about it, seriously
considering it. Just that next step to seriously wanting it. 
Then he thinks of what he'd done to Anya. How he had already so miserably
failed at commitment. Looking into those perfect blue eyes, he can't bear
to do anything like that again. No matter how much he might want it.
Xander looks down from those eyes, looking lost. Spike sees the change in
Xander's expression, the way his eyes won't meet his. He curses himself
inwardly. Too far too fast again. He couldn't seem to hold himself back,
to keep from scaring the boy. Couldn't just accept what the boy gave him,
had to keep pushing. He turns his face away, his jaw clenching, cursing
silently under his breath. Seeing Spike move, the clenched jaw. He is
puzzled, then he thinks about how he must look. Spike had just
practically asked him to be his boyfriend, and Xander had looked away
from him and probably judging by his thoughts looked very much the
opposite of what he was feeling. He lifts one hand and strokes Spike's
cheek softly, tilting his head to try and meet Spike's eyes. 
"Hey, I'm sorry. The mess that is my life kind of crashed back in.
Thinking of a future with you reminded me that I have a not so good track
record. I want to do things right this time. Be sure." Xander hopes he
sounds as sincere as he feels. He wants Spike. He really wants him,
despite all the screaming from somewhere that is supposed to be his
rational side, he still wants this vampire. Spike searches Xander's eyes,
gauging his sincerity, making sure he wasn't just trying to placate him.
He relaxes at last and nods. 
"Yeah. We'll take it slow, wait for you to be sure. I 'ave to warn you,
though. I *suck* at taking things slow." Xander smiles, and kisses Spike
softly, pulling back to look into his eyes. He loves those fucking eyes.
His fingers stroke over Spike's face. 
"Me too," he murmurs, "but I won't hurt you. I can't. So we have to wait.
Let me sort out this mess and then I am sure it will be worth it. OK?"
Xander smiles warmly, knowing he has done the right thing, but swearing
to himself that it won’t be long, ‘cause he just can't wait. Spike nods
again. 
"Ok." He moves in to kiss Xander firmly, passionately. 
"You are most definitely worth it." Wonder of wonders, Xander hadn't been
scared off. Spike gives an inward sigh of relief. He is already so
attached to this intense and funny young man that it is just a little
scary. 
Xander laughs lightly and with a little relief. They hold each other,
quiet for a moment, but long enough to hear the music from the bar, and
voices of its patrons. Xander looks up at Spike. 
"So, what you would you like to do now?" A devious look crosses his face.
"Sir?" Xander queries and laughs in spite of himself. He knows he isn't
the only one that has a trigger word. Spike thinks, oh, god, that boy. It
makes his cock twitch when he says that. Makes him want to throw him down
and have his wicked way with him. 
"You keep that up and I'm not going to be responsible for the terrible
depraved things I do to you, m'boy," Spike whispers huskily. 
"Get on your stomach." He says a little louder, his voice firm. Xander
only gives a moment’s pause to the command and then turns himself on his
belly, gripping his hands to the side of the chaise. 
"You mean there's more?" Xander tries to laugh lightly, forcing the
little winged beasties in his belly to stop trying to flutter out his
mouth as he speaks, turning his head slightly to look back at Spike. 
"Yes. More." Spike starts at the nape of Xander's neck, kissing and
licking in a steady path down along his spine. He works his way along his
back and then into the crease between his buttocks, taking his time here,
pressing his tongue in firmly and wriggling it as he worked down towards
Xander's tiny pucker. Xander lets his head drop, the kisses and licks
along his spine making him melt like hot butter. Until one very evil
vampire's tongue reaches into a place where no tongue had gone before.
Xander almost comes up off the chaise at this new exploration of his
body. He'd only had one hard none-too-gentle probing digit anywhere near
where he now feels the silken cool glide of a wet tongue. He forces his
hips to relax and let him lay flat again, groaning with the allowed
pleasure. 
"Oh Spike. Oh that feels so good. God." Spike just purrs in answer and
presses a little harder, making a point with the tip of his tongue and
carefully pressing through the ring of muscle. He feels the muscles give
way and his tongue slides into Xander's warmth. He wiggles the tongue and
pushes in further and further, bit by bit. His hands are caressing
Xander's firm buttocks, feeling the soft skin, and gently spreading them
to give Spike better access. He goes deeper still and can feel the tiny
nub of flesh with the tip of his tongue. He flicks across it. 
Xander has forced himself to relax to just let Spike do what he wants. He
feels the slightest twinge at Spike's tongue poking into him. Increasing
his effort he feels the release as his tongue slides further. The very
odd sensation of being slightly and most exquisitely electrocuted shoots
through him, as that tongue finds a mark he might have sworn from his
personal experience was fable. He did remember Spike's reaction in the
shower, as he gasps and tries to recover. Butterflies be damned, he now
thinks flying jack rabbits are doing somersaults in his belly. 
"Yes…, please Spike." Xander mewls, unable to contain his excitement.
Spike, encouraged by Xander's reaction, starts pushing back and forth on
the spot. He grips more firmly on Xander's ass to hold him steady,
determined to push him to orgasm again, bring him pleasure. It was
intoxicating, playing his body like this, teaching him the sensations he
could feel. Xander's body tremors with the repeated assaults on that one
little spot. It is like an ignitor switch sending a wave of blue flame
over him with each pass. Unable to recover between, he writhes and keens
to them, letting them take him. 
"Oooh, Spiiike, Pleease..more. Oh fuuuck, oh fuuck..yesss." His moans are
growing to wild yells of pleasure, his body breaking into a thin cool
sweat.
Spike increases his efforts, battering the point now with the tip of his
tongue, hitting again and again, faster and faster. He can feel Xander's
skin go slick with sweat. He moves one hand to the small of Xander's back
to hold him in place while the other hand slides underneath his body to
curl around his cock. 
"AAAHhhh." Xander screams, his over-sensitive flesh feeling Spike's hand.
He can't hold himself together anymore. Hot cum shoots over Spike's hand
and over the chaise he's laying on. He bucks against the hand holding him
once more and slumps, his head spinning and threatening to make him pass
out again. Just thinking of that little embarrassment makes Xander pull
himself back from the black that threatened. 
"Oh Spike," Xander pants, "Oh so good, you are so good." 
Spike removes his tongue slowly and pulls up, resting his head on
Xander's back. 
"Liked that? I have so many more perverted little things I can do to you,
but I don't want to use them all up today." He chuckles. Xander moves to
roll over waiting for Spike to move slightly so he can. Once rolled over,
the worried look on his face can be plainly seen. 
"What?" Spike asks. 
"Umm, don't you need? I mean. Don't you want me to do anything for you?"
Xander stutters, halting. Anya's influence once again. He could almost
hear her voice. ‘It's just poor technique to leave your lover without
orgasms. Not to mention lazy.' Xander waits for Spike's response, looking
really quite willing to please. Spike chuckles and strokes Xander's face.
 
"You are the most wonderful gift ever to come my way." He sits up,
straddling Xander. 
"What do you want to do?" 
"I..I just ..I-just-want-to-please-you." Xander said in a running breath.
Even after all this, some little part of Xander waits to be laughed at.
He draws back slightly and waits. Spike considers for a moment. 
"Weeeeelllll.... I would really like to feel your mouth on me again." 
Xander grins and gets a wicked idea. He moves to the floor next to the
chaise and pulls Spike so he sits on the edge. Xander kneels in a
perfectly submissive posture, on his knees between Spike's legs, head
bowed and eyes closed. He sits letting Spike look at him for a minute.
Then opens his eyes and leans over Spike, wrapping one hand around his
tease-hardened cock, placing the other warm palm on his inner thigh. 
He looks into Spike's eyes and in his best seductive voice says, 
"Your wish is my command, Master." Descending in a quick plunge pushing
his mouth down and around Spike's large hard cock. Spike holds an
unneeded breath when Xander kneels in that beautiful posture. Oh fuck he
looks edible like that. And then that word...'Master'. His cock almost
leaps. And finally a gasp when Xander's mouth engulfs him. 
"FUCK!" he cries out. Xander devours Spike's cock, taking it as deep as
he can manage hard and fast, swirling his tongue around and under the
head with each rapid slick pass. Carefully remebering to pull suction as
he takes it in again and again. Taking long pulls letting it pop to the
edge of his mouth, tonguing the head as if it were some delicious sweet,
then diving down again. Humming happily at Spike's cry. Spike holds onto
the edge of the chaise, trying to hold still and let Xander work. He is
certainly a quick study, he thinks, chuckling to himself. His eyes close
and his neck arches back as he lets out a long ragged moan, and then he
forces his eyes open again and straightens his head to watch Xander as he
tries his best to drive Spike crazy.
Xander's little happy hums become oddly sing songy as he metally praises
himself. This is sooo easy. Dunno why girl's give so much grief over it.
I am good. His little 'I am the best cocksucker in the world', diatribe
inflates his ego to massive proportions. Causing him to think, hey why
not try to down the whole thing? No sweat. Xander dips his head hard,
pushing to his gag and beyond. Until his gag decides to reassert itself,
throwing Xander's head in reverse just as hard and fast. Xander, trying
to comply with his body's sudden panicked order of retreat, breaks the
cardinal rule of blowjobs. *Watch the teeth.* Xander's bottom teeth rake
the underside of Spike's cock. Hard. Xander coughs and sputters and
flinches, waiting for Spike's usual responses to go into effect. 
Spike shrieks, his hands clenching so hard that his fingernails draw
blood. He goes into gameface, panting hard as he struggles to pull
himself back under control. Xander's eyes well before he even realizes
it. He sees Spike's face and waits for what he knows will probably
happen. Spike finally manages to come back to himself and the ridges on
his face smooth. He opens his fists and licks at the half-moon cuts in
his hand to close them. When he's finished he takes Xander's face in his
hands. 
"Got a little cocky, didn't you?" He asks. Xander can't help the smile
that trickles across his face, the change in expression forcing the held
back tears to fall down his cheeks. 
"Cocky?" Xander swallows the crack that was his voice at the moment. 
"You know you are really not funny, right Spike?" Xander tries not to
laugh. A little titter is stifled behind his teeth. He turns his head
away from Spike, biting his lip. His chest is heaving with his withheld
laugh track. He manages to turn back to Spike, still smiling but with
less hilarity. He looks down, "I'm sorry, Spike." He says, finally
becoming shamefaced and quiet. Spike wipes up the tears. 
"At least I got a smile. It's okay, Xander. You didn't *mean* to do it.
At least I'm *hoping* you didn't mean to do it." He bends down and softly
kisses Xander. "And I have the distinct feeling you won't ever do it
again." 
Xander shakes his head emphatically. 
"Oh no.. No way. I am sooo sorry Spike. Man, you're not going to want me
to touch you at all after the day we're having are you?" Xander sighs,
trying to be light, but not really feeling it.
"Well, he's going to need a little while before he's ready to be touched
again. Vampire senses are really sharp, Xander, and that includes touch.
But give me a few hours. I'm thinking that maybe we should go back
downstairs and enjoy the club, do a little dancing and drinking and give
him a chance to recover." Xander nods, but doesn't want to look at Spike.
Could he do nothing right? Spike had made him laugh and talked kindly to
him. Made him feel better. How do you like that? Man nearly gets his dick
skinned and he comforts the man who did it. Whatever gods he pleased,
Xander says a word of thanks to them now for sending him this man. This
vampire. Then he does look at Spike and smiles. 
"I hope he recovers fast." Xander starts, then stops mid-track. 
"Dancing?" Xander shudders at the thought. Spike's eyes glitter with
amusement now. 
"What's the matter? I've seen you dance. First time I ever saw you, you
were dancing with Buffy." Xander smacks his own face, letting his hand
trail down it with a groan. 
"Ughh, dancing with Buffy. During her let's torture Xander phase, I
remember it well." Xander muses. 
"Spike, I am the world's worst dancer and had it not been for the raging
hormones driving my brain, you would not have been treated to that little
visual assault." Xander finishes simply. Spike chuckles. 
"That's your penance, then. You have to come dance with me." He grins.
Another loud groan. 
"But, Spiiike, I didn't mean to do it." Xander whines. 
"Too bad. Gotta come dance." Spike said. Xander concedes, dropping his
head and sighing. 
"Ok." He pouts. Then he thinks of all those staring faces that had met
them when they arrived, Xander's eyes grow wide as saucers, as he looks
at Spike. Spike raises an eyebrow. 
"Yes?" He asks. 
"P-people. All those people. All those staring people. Spike we can't go
down there and dance." Xander tries to explain steadily to the blonde
vampire. Spike sighs. 
"Xander, why do you think I want to dance with you? I want to pull that
'ard body next to me on the dance floor and writhe with you and put my
'ands all over you and watch them piss themselves with jealousy 'cause
you're with me." Xander swallows hard. 
"You want to show me…. us off ? " Xander says unsure. He does start
getting his clothes in some order, knowing how Spike is once he has his
mind made up.
"Yes. I do." Spike slides carefully back into the skin-tight leather
pants and laces on his Docs, then pulls back on his silk shirt. 
"You won't be dancing as much as rubbing against me." 
Xander finishes with his clothes but is still figeting with uncertainty
"Just don't laugh ok? And don't leave me? " Xander starts again but
snapped his mouth shut not knowing anything else that was going to change
his fate. Spike wraps his arms around Xander and nuzzles his neck. 
"I won't laugh. And I won't leave you. I promise." Spike says.
Xander relaxes just enough to not look like he has a pole up his ass. 
"Thanks." He leans his head on Spike's. Spike helps Xander finish
dressing and leads him out and back downstairs. The crowd has gotten
bigger and the dance floor is jumping. The band is still playing live
music, a thumping dance beat, and Spike starts leading Xander to the
floor. Xander trips along behind Spike letting himself be lead like a
sheep to the slaughter. He chances a look around to the patrons, and then
back to following the blonde threw the crowded club. Who knew there were
some many gay people in Sunnydale? 
Spike gets Xander to the dance floor and then pulls him in close. One
hand holds the nape of his neck and the other presses in on the small of
his back and Spike whispers, "Just move with me." Xander's arms wrap
around Spike's waist and the rest of him tries to do what Spike asks. He
closes his eyes to steady himself a bit, feeling the beat of the music in
his chest, he lets it roll over him. A constant, something familiar. He
opens his eyes, another constant. Spike. He tries to smile at the blonde
vampire, as his body begins to go with the music he has made his little
link with. He can do this, he tells himself. 
Spike starts to move. He sways, he steps, he rubs their bodies together.
They are moving in time to the music, and their dance is just one step
above pornographic. Spike notes with satisfaction the stares they get
from the patrons around them. Spike leans forward to lick the shell of
Xander's ear and whispers, "We are the *sexiest* things on this dance
floor right now. Look around and you'll see." Xander shivers at the lick,
and turns a shaky look to the other patrons leering at them. He quickly
turns his head back to Spike. 
"Umm. What? They think we're sexy?" Xander has never had so many eyes on
him. He feels them burn and prick his already too hot skin. The slight
sweat over his body is not completely due to their movements, although
Spike's x-rated version of a *dance* is not helping to calm him. He
swallows hard trying to alleviate his cotton mouth. The once
quasi-familiar beat now seems foreign and disorienting. His large dark
eyes stare into Spike's.
Spike stops, sighs, and takes Xander's hand, pulling him from the dance
floor. He makes his way to the bar and sits in a seat, pulling Xander
against him. 
"Steve, Jack and a beer," he calls out to the bartender. Xander's breaths
are slightly panting with his anxiety, his heart is pounding. He leans
against Spike, putting his head against one shoulder, wrapping his arm
around him to one side. 
"I'm sorry Spike." He huffs next to his ear.
'S'awright," Spike replies in a calm tone. 
"Seems I'm destined to keep pushing you into things you don't want or
aren't ready for." The drinks arrive and Spike downs his Jack in one
gulp. 
"Another. Double this time," he says to Steve. Xander hears Spike's tone,
and pointedly notes that his actions aren’t in keeping with it. Spike's
dissappointed. Xander takes his beer and turns back to the crowd taking a
long pull, the liquid firing coolly down his throat. Swallowing hard.
Xander sees the other dancers. Sees the leering eyes. He looks back at
Spike. Spike wants to dance. What am I so afraid of? Xander asks himself.
The other men? Yeah they look but they’re into each other more than
anything else. The dancing? Well yeah he hated to dance, felt like an
idiot. But, it hadn't been so bad, at first. Maybe if he could get back
to that beat again. Xander drinks again, in two long gulps half the beer
gone now. He could do this, he says again to himself with more
conviction. Spike wants him to do this. He can do it. 
Another pull, he sets the bottle down, three quarters gone now, waiting
for Spike to finish his drinks. He grabs his hand and pulls him back to
the dance floor. Plastering himself to Spike, and once more searching for
that beat. Spike's eyes glow. He's impressed that Xander is willing to
try again. He had seen that look of terror earlier and was convinced that
was it for Xander and dancing. He waits for Xander to move, determined
not to push him again. Xander opens his eyes, and there it is. He
snatches up the beat and moves with it. It may not be the most graceful
dance, or the most sexy thing anyone has ever seen but he is moving, his
body pressed to Spike's for reassurance as much as anything else. His
dark chocolate eyes meet Spike's, a heat rising between them. Spike
smiles at Xander and holds him firmly now as they move around the dance
floor together. He doesn't look at the other people, just concentrates on
Xander and the music and the dance. 
Xander actually begins to relax. Just feeling Spike and the music and
their dance. The rest just falls away. He actually smiles at Spike. Spike
purrs at this. Dancing is one of his favorite activities. He has kept up
with music and dancing through the years, always managing somehow to
understand popular culture. He *loves* to dance, loves everything about
it...the music, the feel of bodies moving together, the performance
aspect of it, the sensuality inherent in the ability to two bodies to
create something together. He had been disappointed, yes, because it
looked like a large part of what he loved he wasn't going to be able to
share with Xander. But now...he leans over to kiss Xander as they sway
and step to the music. 
Xander is so taken by what he has given himself into. The kiss just gives
him more of what he had found in letting himself go. A sort of bliss.
Just being with Spike. Doing this for him. He takes the kiss offered and
returns it with a hunger. Spike keeps the kiss going as the music slows
down. It's erotic and slow now, and their dance moves more to swaying and
holding and looking into each other's eyes. 
Pulling back, Xander pants with excitement and happiness at having done
this with Spike. 
"How am I doing?" He manages, just needing to hear it. Just wanting to
know. Spike purrs and strokes the side of Xander's face. 
"Brilliant. Bloody marvelous." Spike says. Xander's smile could have lit
up the whole damn place. His dark eyes sparkle. 
"Really?" He asks, dropping to a goofy grin.
"Really. I'm proud of you." Spike says softly. 
 

Part 5


As the slow song ends Spike pulls him off the floor. 
"Want another drink now, though." As Spike pushes to the bar he and
Xander manage to get separated by a few feet. Not far...Xander can still
reach out and touch Spike if he leans past a person or two...but further
apart than they've been all evening. Xander feels a hand tap his
shoulder. A smooth male voice says, "Hel-lo, handsome. Where have you
been all my life?" 
Xander's eyes fly open as he turns to see who has touched him. 
"Umm," gulp. "I aaahh. I'm-here-with-someone," Xander to his credit
manages. His startled puppy dog eyes are immediately looking for said
someone.
"And yet this someone left you here all alone. I'd *never* leave a sweet
muffin like you alone. You sure you don't want to come with me?" 
"Uh, ah. No." Xander, frantic now, is wondering where that *someone* is
too. 
"No thank you. I am fine. He'll be right back." Xander pointedly is
trying not to look at the *man* propositioning him. A man. Xander cannot
start with all that is wrapped up in that thought. 
Suddenly a reassuring cool presence slides in behind Xander, wrapping an
arm around his waist. 
" 'ello luv. Miss me?" Spike says with a smile. 
The man looks over. 
"Oh, so you like *that* type. All fake macho and leather pants." 
Xander melts into the touch at his back and waist, a huff of relief
leaving his lips. Quietly he thanks anyone listening. Then his head
shoots up at the man's snide comment. 
"Excuse me?" He asks, moving slightly in the circle of Spike's arm. Eyes
narrowing. Did this asshole just insult *his* vampire?
"Oh, pumpkin, you can do *so* much better than that bleach blond poser."
Xander lunges, pulling at Spike's hold on him. 
"I think you better be gettin' the fuck away from me asshole." Xander
snarls. Actually snarls at the man. The man holds up his hands. 
"Sor-ry! I'll leave you two lovebirds be." He backs away and melts into
the crowd. 
 
Spike purrs happily and nips Xander's earlobe. 
"I *so* want to take you home and shag you senseless now." 
Xander turns back to Spike, and has to force his anger down as he looks
at his vampire. Possessiveness. He never even felt that for Anya. He
never felt it for anyone. This is clearly evident on his face. Spike is
amazed and gratified by Xander's reaction. He hadn't had to say or do a
thing. He strokes Xander's jaw with his thumb. 
"I think maybe we've 'ad enough attention for one night. Want to go grab
a bite?" That one little comment undoes Xander’s anger, and he laughs. 
"Grab a bite Spike?" He chuckles. 
"Truly the master of wit tonight, aren't you? Yeah I would like to grab a
*bite*." Xander laughs again.
"C'mon." Spike and Xander leave the club and walk two doors down to an
old-fashioned fifties-style diner. The waitress has a warm smile for
Spike as he walks in and they are quickly seated in a cozy booth. Xander
takes his seat across from Spike. He is smiling from ear to ear. A big
goofy smile. He is happy. The little scene in the bar not withstanding.
He is happy. Spike smiles back at Xander. That huge smile...it touches
something deep in Spike. Hits some deep well of contentment for him to
see Xander that way. 
"Everything here is good. Look at your menu. Luanne will be back soon and
she likes her orders placed snappy." His voice is soft and fond as he
speaks.
Xander almost misses the instruction in his bask. He blinks and takes up
the menu, pretty much instantly knowing what he wants. Cheeseburger,
fries, and a chocolate shake. American standards. Putting his menu down
he watches Spike, with that mooney-eyed glare new loves always seem to
have. Even when they don't realize that is what they are. Spike returns
the gaze and almost misses it when Luanne comes back. Absent-mindedly he
orders buffalo wings and a chocolate malt. Xander places his order
without even looking up. 
Spike. He is here with Spike. He wants Spike. He doesn't think he can be
without him. That one moment in the bar when he couldn't see him had been
heartache. That scares him. So fast. He feels like this so fast. Spike
looks over at Xander's intense gaze. He leans forward and whispers,
"Penny for your thoughts, luv." Xander shakes his head out of his
thoughts. 
"Umm, not sure really." A nervous little laugh
Spike hmms. 
"Not sure? You looked like you were deep in thought." 
"Well, yeah. Just. That's the thing. I am not sure about what I was
thinking," Xander blurts out lamely. His eyes get a kind of puppy dog
worry in them. He even tips his head to one side. Spike kisses him
quickly. 
"Didn't mean to worry you. I liked that smile you had a little while ago.
I'd almost kill to see you smile like that more often." 
"No killing. Bad vampire." Xander laughs and taps the end of Spike's
nose. Something very close to that goofy grin reappears. Spike smiles. 
"Yes, I'm a bad vampire. But I promise not to be too bad for you." 
Xander lets that one lie. He knows Spike's chip is still firmly in place
and working as evidenced by the catastrophe that was the earlier part of
the day. So for now he would not worry about William the Bloody's return.
He'd just worry about Spike. That earlier scene playing out again, right
up to the bite that wasn't. Xander sighs. His life is a mess and he wants
to drag someone else into the middle of it. Selfish much Harris? He asks
himself. He tries a smile for Spike. Those wheels in his head are damn
near grinding out his eyes. He needs to get things sorted out...and fast.
Tomorrow-- he'd start tomorrow, he decides, nodding to himself.
Then...maybe. He'd really have his vampire. Silly grin, firmly in check
at that thought.
The food arrives and Spike rubs his hands together. 
"Ahhh, buffalo wings. One of America's finer contributions to world
cuisine." He picks up one and tears into it ravenously, looking a trifle
predatory as he does so. Xander chuckles as Spike attacks his food,
tending to his own plate, just as hungrily if more mannered. Spike works
his way through the wings and is left smeared with sauce all over his
hands and face. As if on cue Luanne brings him a wet cloth to clean
himself. He smiles brilliantly at her. 
"Ta, pet. Remind me that I need t'do somethin' really nice f'r you
someday." 
Xander chuckles at Spike's promise. Spike the evil favor-doing vampire.
Xander, to his own surprise, has almost finished his own plate. Seeing
the sauce on Spike’s lips, he can't help it. He leans over the table and
licks one long swipe over the vampire's mouth, sitting back down with a
sneaky little smile.
Spike grins. 
"Wouldn't want to clean the rest of it that way, would you? Because the
rag can wait." His eyes glitter with mirth. Xander blushes wildly red,
and looks around the restaurant quickly. Spike chuckles and starts wiping
the sauce from his fingers. 
"Relax, luv, I was only teasin'." He chuckles some more. 
"Wonder what you woulda done if I'd followed through on my original plan
and stolen the cherry off the top of your shake." He waggles his
eyebrows. 
"You know...taken your cherry in public?" 
Xander's face is now about the shade of the cherry Spike had
not-so-subtly compared to his own..what? What is a good term? Gay
virginity? Manflower? Xander winces at all of the above. Sighing, he
pulls bills from his pocket tossing them on the table. 
"Spike, you are a wicked evil thing..." He leans over the table so close
as to repeat his lick, but instead, says, "and I think I love you." With
that, Xander takes his leave of the table and starts toward the door. 
Spike is in shock for a moment, then he too throws down bills and
scurries with vampiric speed to catch up with Xander and press him hard
against the nearest wall with a fierce possessive kiss. 
"I think I love you too," He gasps when he finally lets Xander come up
for air. Xander had expected a reaction he just wasn't sure what. Against
a wall and kissed to panting is good...and so is Spike saying the words
Xander had so hoped he would. 
"Oh god Spike. How can this be? How?" He is just so confused. Just a day
ago he was going to marry Anya...and now here he stands professing
honest, and what he feels is true love to a vampire. A male vampire. A
male blonde vampire ...named Spike. His eyes stay fixed on Spike's. 
"I love you." He says it again. It feels so right. He feels it
everywhere...all at once. This is right. He is in love with Spike. Spike
rests his fingertips on either side of Xander's face. 
"I love you. I love you, Xander Harris. God alone knows why we both feel
this way but I do love you." He stares a while longer and then breaks out
laughing. 
"You do realize I'm probably going to be the most possessive and needy
boyfriend? You'll probably be sick of me in a week." 
Xander leans into Spike and his touch. 
"Don't think that will be possible," Xander says with a very clear note
of possession. Xander leans further and presses his forehead to Spike's. 
"Not sure you're going to want to spend forever with me?" Xander asks
with a chuckle that is anything but merry. Spike groans. 
"Ohhhhhhh fuck I want to claim you right now and let you know exactly 'ow
much I want to keep you." He steals another quick kiss from Xander. 
Xander leans forward rolling his forehead where it is pressed to Spike's
and closing his eyes. 
"I know." He really does. Xander had come to the conclusion that he
wanted the same thing. But, the little matter of a jilted ex fiancee' and
a slayer best friend loomed along with the happier thoughts Spike brought
to him. Xander sighs and rolls his head, feeling Spike's cool skin in
contrast to the skin of his own face. It soothes him. He is able to open
his eyes. 
"Soon, ok. Soon," is all he can manage before his voice cracks.
Spike pulls Xander to him and cradles him gently, stroking his hair. 
"Awright, luv. Let's get you 'ome and see to you proper then." 
Xander nods only half hearing what Spike said. Wanting so much just to
pull them both in a hole somewhere and never leave. Spike gets Xander
back to the car and they head to the hotel room. Spike spends the trip
back with his hand on Xander's thigh, just gently rubbing the same spot
over and over, never moving. 
Xander drives as fast as he dares to the hotel room. He can feel Spike's
fingers rubbing his thigh, and even though his hands are cool, the feel
of that spot being rubbed that one singular contact with Spike seems to
burn. Once they are stopped and parked, Xander leans over taking Spike's
lips in a pure sweet kiss. Spike returns the kiss with fervor. Oh, damn,
but he loves this boy. He's so glad he has said it now. He holds the kiss
until he has to break it so Xander can breathe. 
"Honey, we're 'ome," he says. 
"Not yet," Xander cautions. He wants to make a home with Spike, and soon.
Xander smiles. 
"But soon." A small kiss on Spike's lips. A steady look in Spike's eyes.
Spike shakes his head and strokes Xander's cheek. 
"No, m'boy. You're my 'ome. The one I've been looking for a long, long
time." Xander smiles a wide silly grin and ducks his head. 
"I love you Spike," he says in a too-lovey voice. But the look in his
eyes is truest sincerity.
"C'mon. Let's go inside. I ‘ave a sudden need to be very naked with you,"
Spike says with a wicked gleam in his eye. Xander nods, and squeezes
Spike's hand. 
"Let's go." Getting out of the car, taking Spike's hand as he quickly
heads to their shared room, trying very hard not to run.
Once inside the room, Spike starts stripping out of his clothes as
quickly as he can manage. He doesn't have any clear goal in mind at the
moment other than Spike naked, Xander naked, rub naked parts together. 
Xander starts taking off his clothes as well, when they get to the room
and are safely inside. Looking over to see Spike doing the same, he
stops, sitting on the bed to keep from falling. He's wonder-struck,
seeing Spike half-naked in the fluttering moonlight from partially opened
blinds. Spike is more beautiful than he had ever seen him before. Xander
does not know why. Just something about him right here, right now. The
burning in his lungs reminds him he needs to breathe, which he did in a
long shaky rail, before coughing and sputtering. Almost falling off the
damned bed. Spike stops in his frantic undressing and looks over at
Xander, concerned. 
"Xander luv? You okay?" Xander coughs again, that familiar blush pinking
his skin again. 
"Yeah, yeah I'm ok." He waves Spike off, righting himself again on the
bed, pulling at his clothes again with slightly shaky hands. Spike
finishes undressing and stands naked in the moonlight, watching Xander.
Listening to his breathing, his heartbeat. Totally in love with this
goofy, sweet, endearing, brave man. 
Xander drops the shoe he was fiercely tugging at and finally had off to
the floor. His pants are around his knees, his button up shirt on the
floor next to him, his t shirt still on. His jaw drops and he is
completely lost again. 
"Beautiful," He sighs, and then smiles, blinking, looking like the
picture of loving adoration. Spike moves forward and slides his hands
down Xander's body and under the hem of his T-shirt. 
"Arms up," he says. Xander will never get naked without help at this
rate. But he has to admit that look was probably the best look he had
ever seen in his unlife. 
Xander does as he is told, throwing his arms over his head, looking into
Spike's face when his shirt passes over his own and is off him. He
realizes he must look like a complete idiot and bats Spike's hands away. 
"I'll do it." The annoyance at himself is eating at him. He's going to
mess this up one way or the other. At least he can get his damn clothes
off. 
Spike stands, looking down at Xander. Damn it, he thinks, will I ever
stop messing this up? Just want the boy naked and now I've hurt his
pride. 
Xander pulls off the rest of his clothes and now stands naked too,
crossing his arms over his chest guardedly. Spike leans over and kisses
along Xander's arms. He looks up into his eyes as he does so. 
Worry and self-recriminations play over Xander's dark brown eyes. Seeing
Spike looking into them, he forces his stare to soften, reaching out to
touch Spike's cheek gently, a soft little smile turning his lips. Spike
smiles at this and moves up to kiss Xander's lips. 
"Sorry," He murmurs. "I was just impatient, as usual. No impulse
control." Spike says. Xander smiles, "No, it's me, I'm just so damn
afraid. I know I'm going to mess up. I just know it." Xander just lays it
out. Why hide it? Spike already knows his track record. Probably already
knows this will end badly. Xander presses a hard grin to his lips. 
"To bed then?" He tries, to lighten the mood. Letting himself fall onto
the bed behind them. Spike crawls into bed with him, covering Xander's
body with his own. 
"No. Don't think that way. Xander...neither of us 'as the best luck with
lovers. So we either let that condemn us before we start or we 'ope for
the best and try like 'ell to make it work." 
Xander nods, tracing Spike's collar bones with his fingertips. He's not
completely convinced, but Spike's words do speak to his earlier ‘let's
just forget for now’ resolution. He can feel the cool of Spike's body
seeping into his warmer skin. That chill makes him feel calmer. He moves
his arms to take Spike in a sort of bear hug, holding him so tightly it
was a good thing he did not have to breathe, ‘cause he wouldn't be able
to. 
"I can do that. Hope is a Slayerette's stock in life." Xander tries to
force the light intent in to his voice, chuckling softly.
Spike purrs as Xander crushes him close. His hands stroke slowly down
Xander's sides, as if mapping the skin as he goes, and then rest on
Xander's hips. As his hands moves he kisses and sucks and licks on
Xander's neck, instinctively moving back to that nigh-irresistible pulse
point. 
Xander loosens his grip on Spike, feeling him at his neck, he sighs
heavily. It feels so good...Why did he want to wait? What was it he had
to do? His head turned exposing his neck more enjoying Spike's
attentions. Xander does want this. He just doesn't want to disappoint
Spike, or worse hurt him. A hiss from Xander lips as he tries so hard not
to beg. Not to mewl and whimper, pleading for Spike to take him. His brow
furrows as he tries to concentrate. 
Spike can feel the need in Xander, smell it, feel the tiny contractions
of his muscles. He wants to take him, take him now and claim him. But
that damn chip! Sod it, he was going to try anyway. Pain or no pain. He
shifts into gameface and scrapes the skin lightly with his fangs, giving
Xander a chance to warn him off. 
Xander feelings the scrape at his neck, draws in a breath. He can't hurt
Spike like that again. In a moment so minute it is almost missed, Xander
decides. He forces himself to relax and be still. Spike wants him. He
wants to be his. Here is his chance. Xander decides to take it. He wraps
his arms around Spike, and holds him, rubbing his shoulders and arms, his
head to one side. 
"Please." He whispers, almost inaudible.
Spike hearing Xander’s request, sinks his ivory fangs down into the sweet
soft flesh and sucks in the hot rich blood as it wells up. He pushes hard
and deep, moving his fangs back and forth slightly, instinctively
releasing chemicals into Xander's flesh, marking him as his. He pulls out
the fangs, licking the wounds closed, not wanting to take enough blood to
weaken him. 
"MINE!" His voice is deep and rich and his tone emphatic and possessive. 
Xander held steady, trying not to flinch at feeling Spike's fangs pierce
his skin. He doesn't know what flinching might do to Spike's chip and he
won't risk it. Then the well of warm blood, taken by a cold mouth, sends
chills he cannot stop over his whole body. The wound is chilled and hot
all at once. He can't name the feeling he suddenly gets. Something he can
only identify as Spike, fills him. Hearing Spike's demand on him, the
possession in his voice, Xander knows it is true and knows what he feels.
 
"Yours," He responds in a breathy voice. 
Spike nuzzles gently against Xander, licking gently over and over the
wound. He lifts his mouth just enough to whisper. 
"Oh, Xander, luv, I've never done this before. You're the first, the
only. I'm going to 'old on to you so tight." Xander feels thrills from
the wound at his neck down and over his body at each of Spike's licks. He
holds Spike close whatever he had felt before doubled and trebled at
Spike's words. He is the only one Spike had ever claimed. The only one.
Xander's heart flip-flops in his chest, trying to rise up in his throat.
A little whimper escapes his lips, a thin tear falls from his eyes. Spike
moves to lick the tear as it falls. 
"Love you, love you, my boy. Mine." Spike says.
Xander smiles at the lick. Another tear behind the first. 
"I love you Spike." He manages to croak. It sounds awful. But it is from
his heart. 
"Thank you," he continues, his voice trying to be milder. Reaching out to
stroke Spike's cheek, he holds it, letting his thumb caress the soft cave
of his sharp-boned face. Spike mewls softly and purrs. 
"I would do anything for you. Anything." He feels fiercely protective of
Xander now. The claiming binds him as much as it does Xander. Xander is
his and nothing will hurt him if he can possibly prevent it. 
Xander comes back to himself. What had happened hit him. He isn't shocked
or upset. He just has a question. 
"Did you mean it?" He asks quietly, not able to look at Spike for fear of
what he might say. 
"Yes," Spike replies fiercely without a second's hesitation, his arms
tightening around Xander. 
"No one?" Xander cautiously mumbles, from beneath Spike's crushing
embrace.
"No one. Dru never let me. I don't think she ever really loved me, not
completely. And there was never anyone else I even considered it with.
You're the only one." 
Thin rivulets turn to full bands of tears falling from his eyes and back
down his face. 
"Oh Spike. I can't believe this. Thank you." Xander is so grateful. His
heart leaps and swells with what Spike has told him. 
"This is like some gift. Some precious thing you've given me," Xander
says in halting breaths. Spike touches the tears. 
"No...it's a gift you've given me. You trust me. You wanted me." 
"You picked me though. Out of all the lovers of a lifetime over. You
picked me." Xander kisses Spike hard, passion rising heavy from him. 
"Spike, I.. I want to.." He doesn't know what to say exactly. He wants
Spike. Really *wants* him. He wants to give him something *special.* Just
for him. Spike whispers against Xander's lips. 
"You want to what, m'boy?" 
Those words thrill Xander, 'My boy'. He belongs to him. He's a part of
Spike now. And he can't say something this simple. Xander chides himself.
 
"Spike. I want you to....be my *first*..." Pause. "Umm, first man. My
*first* man. Male. I mean. umm." Xander groans. 
"God I'm such a little girl." Spike kisses Xander, hard. 
"I would be honored." Xander turns that so *cute* shade of red and groans
again. Spike reaches over for his duster and digs inside, pulling out a
tube. 
"You want me now?" Xander looks up at Spike, with wondering eyes. 
"Umm...yes. Is that ok? I mean. I don't know." He looks away embarrassed.
Spike kisses Xander again. 
"Yes, it's ok. I just didn't want to pounce on you like a ravening beast
if you weren't ready for it." 
Xander manages to laugh, and spreads himself out in a very similar pose
of supplication Spike had found him in just over a day before. 
"Pounce away. I think I am as ready and I am ever going to be." The words
may have been ballsy, but the tone wasn't. A shaky titter manliness does
not inspire. Spike laughs and starts kissing down Xander's body. He
slides his hand down between Xander's thighs and starts gently massaging
the inner crease of each thigh. Xander tenses at Spike's first touch to
his thighs. 
The memory of failed experiments ring the time-out bell in his head.
Xander looks down at Spike and feels comforted. This is Spike. It will be
ok. Xander relaxes, letting his muscles go. It will be ok, he reminds
himself. Spike watches Xander, see and feels him relax. He stops himself
from cooing encouragement and just quietly moves to the next step. He
coats one finger in lube and starts to circle down around Xander's
pucker, taking it slow and easy. 
Xander breathes in a slow hiss, clenching and then forcing himself to
relax. It's ok. It's Spike. It will be ok. He hopes it will be ok. He
doesn't know what he is supposed to do exactly. Big difference between
seeing an excerpt from a porno and actually do what you see. Plus Anya
had really dug into him, berating him for wanting to stop and
complaining. He opens his eyes and sets a pleading look on Spike. Spike
looks at those eyes. 
"It's fine, Xander, you're doing brilliant. If you want me to stop just
say the word." Xander gives a little half smile, and lays back. His hands
tangle the sheets and he lays still. 
Spike pushes gently against the ring of muscle until it relaxes and his
finger slides in. The finger moves in deeper and deeper, a bit at a time.
Spike kisses Xander as he works, and his other hand keeps stroking his
inner thigh. Xander feels the burn against his ass, feels it stretch and
pull. He expected what he had felt before, like he was being torn apart.
But, this is different. It is a little uncomfortable, but even that fades
fast. Then he just feels a fullness that isn't so much unpleasant. Xander
closes his eyes, letting himself feel the sensation, and relax.
Finally Spike starts carefully feeling for the prostate and he finds the
tiny nub, brushing the fingertip across it, and waits for the reaction. A
jolt shoots through Xander from his ass to his head and back again. 
"Oohh...wow. Wwhwhat was that?" Xander stammers. Spike chuckles. 
"Prostate, luv. The magic little button that makes everything better." He
presses against it again, a little more firmly. Xander arches into
Spike's finger, and moans. 
"Oh yeah...oh please...yes.." That is amazing. Xander closes his eyes
again. Spike presses again and again, wanting to arouse Xander and relax
him with the pleasure. It will make the rest of it go easier if he can
remember the pleasure it is leading to. Xander's cock twitches and zings
with bolts of electricity at each little jab to his prostate. He grows to
full hardness so fast, he cries out. 
"Spike!" 
His body rocking reflexively with Spike's hand, trying to get more and
more of that feeling. Each shock keeps him from thinking, he is lost to
it now. Spike pulls back the finger and lubes up two fingers now, pushing
them in slowly, giving Xander time to adjust. Bit by bit he works his way
back to the prostate and starts rubbing it again. 
Xander feels a little of that burn again as Spike enters him again, but
this time it is a pleasure pain, he starts to want more of it. Xander
rocks his hips and moans. His breaths become ragged and prolonged...his
hands grips the sheets. Spike lubes a third finger and slips it in,
gently stretching as he keeps pressing the prostate. Then he starts
stroking in and out, stopping to brush that tiny nub on each stroke. 
"Almost ready, Xander, luv--- it's going to 'urt some when I start. Are
you still wanting it--- wanting me inside you?" Xander feels the little
sting of being stretched further, and hears Spike's words...he needs to
say something...
"Ahh..please..Please..." Whispers… alternating with stifled
shouts..."Please Spike."
Spike applies some lube to his erect cock one handed as he continues to
stroke. He moves between Xander's legs and pulls out his fingers.
Carefully lining up, pressing the head of his cock against Xander's hole
as he looks into Xander's eyes. 
"Relax for me, luv. The more you relax the better it will be. I promise
it will get better and better. Just remember the pleasure and know this
is going to feel even better than the fingers." He starts pushing in
earnest, firm but gentle, letting the ring of muscle slowly stretch and
give way. He wants so much for this to be good for Xander, to be gentle
and pleasurable. Not like his own brutal first time. He leans forward,
stroking Xander's face and looking into his eyes. Xander holds Spike's
eyes steady, he wants to close his eyes as the pain hits him. It is more
than Spike's fingers, the friction pulling at him, until they are both
slicked from pushing inside. Xander tries to do what Spike asks-- he
concentrates on the pleasure, the feeling of that little nub being hit,
the feeling of having Spike inside him. He makes himself relax and let
Spike take him 
The ring of muscle gives way and Spike is in him. The sensation is almost
overwhelming, the tight silkiness enclosing and squeezing against his
cock. He pulls himself under control and presses slowly forward, giving
Xander time to stretch and adjust. 
"It's coming luv, I promise the pleasure is coming, just stay with me.
You feel so good, so tight. Oh, luv, here it comes, soon, almost
there..." Spike knows from his explorations how deep and he knows when
his is sure to be hitting the nub. Xander should be feeling it right
about...*now*.
"Ahhhh, Spike...uhhmm.." Xander's head slams back against the pillow, his
hips rock up hard to met Spike. A blinding shock of pleasure pain hits
him, and he pulls back slightly. His body is covered in a very thin cool
sweat, his breaths are more panting, coming shorter and more quickly.
Spike rocks back and forth in tiny little strokes, rubbing over and over
again. He wants to let him feel the pleasure again before he presses any
deeper, before the fucking starts for real. Xander begins to move his
hips, reaching out to Spike, his hands clutching to Spike's sides, his
fingers digging in as he frantically tries to match Spike's motions,
trying so hard to be good for him. The pain between strokes to his
prostate eases. He feels he can move more freely, and does. Whimpering
moans accompany his motions.
When Spike feels Xander move against him he presses on, until he is all
the way in, and then starts long slow strokes in and out. He is so
aroused, and he is fighting his demon not to just take and pound hard and
fast until he reaches completion. He forces himself to take it slow,
angling to hit that nub on each stroke. 
Xander can feel the shocks to his body shooting straight to his cock, now
each time, pressed between their bodies. Feeling Spike inside him. Just
the thought makes his skin tingle from the top of his head to the soles
of his feet. Spike's inside him. Making love to him. He wants this so
much. He pushes up a little harder, the pleasure and emotion of it making
him hungry for more. Greedy for it. His hands pull at Spike's body,
kneading his skin in rough strong hands. 
"OOhh, yes...please...Oh Spike...you feel good... hmmm... yes....please."
Spike moves faster and harder now. That 'please' nearly undoes him. His
eyes glow golden as the demon pushes more to the fore, wanting to take,
to possess. He licks roughly at the mark on Xander's neck as he increases
the pace yet again. 
 
 
The shiver from Spike's attention to his mark, coupled with what was
already being done to his body, made Xander scream. 
"SPiiiike!!!!" His body moves harder, matching Spike's fervor. He pulls
his head to the side, without thinking about it. He wants Spike to have
all of him. To take all he can from him. 
"PLLLEEASSE." He cries out. 
The demon in Spike leaps at this encouragement and he shifts into
gameface, sinking his fangs carefully into the mark as he pounds hard and
fast, restraint gone. 
Xander;'s dark, now black eyes fly open wide. Fangs in his neck, sending
something through him that nothing else ever has, a pleasure so intense
it burns a white hot trail straight to his cock, the pounding in his ass,
punctuating each cum shot, that spurts without further warning out on to
his belly. Each hit rewarded with another shot, until Xander's balls draw
up painfully empty. His hips are driven by his explosion as much as by
Spike's own movements, his ass clenching and releasing around Spike. His
nails claw Spike's back in shallow cuts. 
"SPIKE!!!! Oh SPIKE!!!!" Xander's screams sounds just this side of human,
almost the sounds of an animal unleashed. 
The screams are the final piece in the puzzle that send Spike to his own
completion, his animal screams joining with Xander's. He buries deep in
Xander and spends cool liquid bathing Xander's insides as Xander's
muscles milk him dry. He retains just enough presence of mind to pull out
his fangs and lick the wounds closed before he takes too much blood from
Xander. He collapses, spent, on Xander's body, panting unneeded breaths. 
Xander's eyes are glazed over in a euphoric haze. He can't think. He
can't move. He can't breathe. Spike. Spike's laying on top of him, and he
can't breathe. Xander moves slightly, wriggling just a little, not
wanting him to move, but wanting to take a deep breath. 
"Spike. Sppike.." Xander rasps.
Spike's eyes snap back to blue and he rolls heavily off Xander onto the
bed next to him. 
"Sorry, luv." He can feel the scratches leaking a bit of blood, but he
can't feel any pain right now through the pleasure running through him.
He's truly sated and happy in every way for the first time in a very long
time, and he's with someone he loves. And someone who loves him. He purrs
happily at the thought as he lies next to Xander. Xander hears Spike
purring. He smiles, and very carefully moves his now slowly becoming sore
body so he can lay his head on Spike's chest, feeling that rumble through
the skin of his cheek. 
"I like that." Xander murmurs. 
Spike purrs a little louder at that. He strokes Xander's unruly brown
hair. 
"Glad, 'cause I do it a lot. Probably will do it a lot more around you
'cause you make me 'appy." He waits a moment, and like the giant cat he
resembles he can't resist. Curiosity. 
"At the risk of sounding like a bloody cliche, was it good f'r you?"
Xander laughs, and sits up a little to look at Spike's pretty blue eyes. 
"I think screaming like a caged beast and cumming til I thought my brains
were going to shoot out should about answer that, don't you?" A sweet
smile on his face, his eyes shine with the happiness he feels. Although
they do look expectant. Asking something he can't say. 
"Mmmm. Gonna be 'appening a lot 'cause you were sodding fantastic, so I
wanted to make sure." Spike smiles, reaching out to stroke up Xander's
neck and under his chin, cupping his chin in his hand and staring into
those soft brown eyes. 
"It was all I could do not to fuck you like a beast from the get-go, you
felt to good." 
Xander smiles shyly, a little blush touching his cheeks but this time he
doesn't mind so much. Lifting one hand, he starts to trace around Spike's
belly button with just barely touching strokes. Then he notices the blood
on his hands. Blood? He sits up, wincing at the protest from his bottom. 
"Spike? What did I do? " He looks down at the blonde vampire with very
worried puppy dog eyes. Spike shrugs. 
"Love scratches, Xander. They'll 'eal. I took it as applause for a good
performance." Xander looks at both hands now, both smudged with trails of
Spike's blood. He looks back at Spike. 
"But I hurt you." He looks a little afraid, and leans over Spike. 
"Can I see? I mean how bad is it?" 
"It's just some scratches, Xander," Spike says, but he rolls over so that
Xander can see for himself. Xander holds his breath for the second it
takes for Spike to turn. Quickly leaning over, he inspects what he has
done to his precious vampire. 
There on Spike’s back are jagged nail tracks. Blood welling up slowly
from them. Spike moans a little as the movement makes the wounds sting a
bit. Fighting next to a slayer for years he has seen wounds. These are no
where near as bad as he has ever seen, but being that they are on Spike
and that he made them, makes them seem the most awful things in the
world. 
Xander leans over farther, careful not to touch any of them. They are
red, vibrant next to Spike's too pale skin. Xander is inches from them.
He pauses, then leans further. He just wants them to feel better. Kiss
it, make it better. Just seems right. He kisses one scratch softly,
quickly moving to another. Licking his lips as he moves to a third, he
stops. The taste of blood, metallic rolls across his tongue. It's not a
bad taste. It makes his mouth water slightly, the taste like a twang
sensation over his palate. Not bad at all. Spike tastes pretty good all
over then. Xander leans and kisses another scratch, licking his lips
again. Then another. This one he lets his tongue flick and taste from
Spike's skin. Pausing before the next. 
Spike feels Xander's lips, then his tongue on one of the open cuts. This
time he moans, and not from any discomfort. 
"You like it?" Xander's breath stops, in a little huffed exhale. He sits
back on his legs, with a sort of shame-faced look. He doesn't look at
Spike's face. What he has done just kind of happened. He likes it, but is
that ok? He isn't sure he wants to know.
"Don't stop. Unless you didn't like it. Please." Xander blinks, looking
at Spike. He has to ask now. 
"Is it...I mean. Is it ok? For me to do that to you? Did it hurt?
Probably not good for me to .." Xander can't help it. He just gets so
flustered. 
Spike tries to answer the questions as best he can. 
"Yes, it's ok. No, it didn't 'urt. Vampires lick wounds to make 'em
better. It feels good. And the blood can't 'urt you. Can't say from my
own experience but rumor has it that a 'uman consuming vampire blood
lives longer." 
Xander thinks about this for a minute. 
"Lives longer. A prospect we'll have to think about huh? " Xander laughs,
not entirely happily, but dismisses it and leans over Spike again. He
pauses over the scratch that is next on his to do list, then lets his
tongue swipe a long trail over the scratch from one side to the other.
That metallic twang, and the feeling of it just being Spike. Xander tends
each scratch this way, then goes back to the ones he'd just kissed and
licks them clean as well. Spike's blood on his tongue seemed alive, like
something moving in his mouth. Spike, he thinks as he sits up, looking
down on his blonde vampire. 
Spike has made little tiny moans deep in his throat as Xander licks each
scrape. Been so long since he had a wound properly tended to, except for
the ones he could reach to lick himself. Xander's licking wouldn't heal
them like a vampire's lick but it felt good and right all the same. 
"Thank you," he whispers when Xander is done. 
Xander slides up next to Spike. "Does it feel any better? Did that help
at all?" Xander asks. He'd heard the little moans and chalked them up to
some temporary pleasure. He just wants to know he has done the right
thing for Spike. He lays down next to him so he can look at his face.
Spike nods and strokes Xander's face. 
"It feels much better." Spike kisses the tip of Xander's nose and
chuckles. 
" 'M just like a cat, y'know. I purr and lick and bite and scratch and
rub and get into things I shouldn't. So yes, the licking made it feel
better." 
Xander smiles at Spike's comparing himself to a cat. A big cat, all
feline grace and untold strength, a sleek and compact frame. Xander's
mind works on that little tableau for a minute before he shakes himself
out of it. 
"I'm glad. It really wasn't what I expected. It tasted," Xander considers
again. "It tasted kind of good," He finally offers. Spike chuckles. "You
continue to surprise me, luv." He rolls over on his side and looks up at
Xander. 
"You want to come snuggle with me?" 
Xander smiles to himself. He's been around over a hundred years and I
surprise him? 
"Yes, please." Xander replies, his smile touching his words. Spike snakes
out an arm and pulls Xander close. 
"I'm going to be all touchy-feely for a while. More than usual." 
Xander cuddles into Spike's embrace, becoming sleepy and feeling safe and
loved. 
"Anything you want, anything for you." Xander offers, as he begins to
doze. Spike lowers his head to sniff the mark. He wants to lick it some
more, but Xander needs to sleep, so he just rests his head there and
falls asleep, happy and contented, holding Xander tight. 
 

Part 6


Xander pulls at Spike in his sleep. His head thrashes. Sweat has begun to
cover ever inch of him, as if taken by a raging fever.
"Noo.nn.no..uh..no. Please." His voice cracks, pleading to some unseen
monster in his sleep. Xander rolls away, and then rolls back, scrabbling
up Spike's body. His body pulls wildly at him, nails biting his skin as
he fights this unnamed foe. 
"Please...no. Spike. Spike. Spiiiike...Please." Xander's face runs with
tears, over the twisted agony he is so clearly tormented by in his
nightmare. 
Spike wakes up and shakes Xander awake. 
"Wake up, luv. You're 'aving a nightmare. C'mon, sweet boy." 
Xander feeling hands on him, screams again. 
"Spiiike!!" Before letting the shaking pull him from his hellish vision.
Xander blinks and tries to clear his eyes. Seeing Spike alive, and whole
in front of him, he grabs him up and holds him tight enough to keep a
human from breathing. 
"OH Spike..Spike." Xander kisses Spike's shoulder, his neck...his cheek,
both eyes and his other cheek, before finally settling on his mouth in a
fit of reassurance to himself that this was reality. That the other place
was not real. Is not real. Couldn't be real. He buries his head in
Spike's neck, and cries again. The sobs rock his body, tears falling down
on to Spike's skin. Spike cradles Xander's head to him and strokes his
hair. 
"Xander. luv, what 'appened?" He is confused and worried by Xander's
reaction. What could he have dreamed that made him *this* upset? 
Xander's breaths are halting and raspy in his chest as he tries to calm
himself, Spike's touch helping greatly. He is here and alive and not hurt
and broke and bleeding. 
"It was.." Xander swallows hard. 
"I don't know. I.I ..just don't know." Looking defeated, Xander hides
himself in Spike's embrace. Bits and flashes flutter over his mind's eye,
he opens his eyes to look at Spike. Letting himself pull back to look at
him...letting the vision of his vampire in the moonlight chase all the
other less cuddly demons away. Spike keeps stroking Xander's hair. 
"Shh shh. It was just a dream. You're safe here." He kisses Xander on the
forehead, then on the lips, soft and gently. Xander lets himself be
calmed. He takes a deep breath and tries again. 
"Spike. It was...I saw..." He swallows, and needs to see Spike's face.
Looking into clear blue eyes he feels he can go on," I saw something
trying to kill you. I was helpless... Couldn't move." Xander's eyes glass
over as he remembers. 
"Whatever it was, it was tall, and dark, soo dark." His voice falls to a
whisper. 
"You were laying...you were looking at me...and I couldn't do anything. I
screamed and tried...but I couldn't.." Xander's hysteria threatens, his
voice becoming higher and uneven. Tears are streaming in the already
soaked trails on his face.
Spike kisses Xander's face. 
"Just a dream, luv. You're here, I'm here, we're both safe. Just calm
down luv. No danger here..." Xander snuffles, and scrubs at his face. He
tries to nod, and quiet down. 
"I,..I know...I know...Spike. I...I'm soorry. Please...I'm sorry." Xander
doesn't know what else to say. He feels really stupid, but it scared him
so much. Spike shakes his head. 
"No need to apologize, luv. Just relax and be 'ere with me. S'ok, m'boy."
Xander curls up like a child next to Spike. 
"B-b-but..I just found you. I can't lose you. I can't." Xander says
softly. 
"Not gonna lose me, luv. I'm 'ere and I'm not goin' anywhere." Xander
tilts his head to look up at Spike. 
"Wasn't about you leaving." Xander says as calmly as he can. The meaning
hanging as a looming shadow between them. Spike is puzzled. 
"What was it about, luv. Maybe if you talk about it you'll feel better."
Spike says.
"Was about you...you being taken from me" Xander pulls his head back down
again, resting it on Spike's cold still chest. "Was about you dying."
Xander whispers. Warm fresh tears touch Spike's cool skin. Spike coos and
rocks Xander against him. 
"Not gonna 'appen. I'm tough and I've survived this long. Not going
anywhere. Just a dream, luv. just a dream." Xander tries to believe
Spike. To make himself settle. It just seemed so real. 
"Promise?" Xander tries.
"Promise," Spike replies. 
"So...you want to go back to sleep or do you need me to wear you out
first?" Xander's brows rise at this and he laughs. 
"You are such a romantic charmer Spike. You know that?" Xander asks
wiping tears from his face, and sniffing. Spike nods. 
"I know. But you didn't answer the question." 
"Oh, I see. Tears and terror. I get it. Turned you on did it? Watching me
crying like a little girl." Xander can not believe this. He just woke up
in a cold sweat night terror over the blonde baddie dying, and now he
wants to screw? Xander rolls over and away from Spike turning to face the
cold bare wall, crossing his arms over his chest. 
Spike sighs. He just wanted to comfort Xander and sex always seemed to
work for everyone else he knew when they needed comfort. Well, great,
Spike screws up again, nothing new. He goes back to stroking Xander's
back. Xander arches slightly in spite of himself to Spike's touch. He
does love his touch. He would have gladly been lulled by Spike, into
other things. But, the thought that his pain instantly made him think of
sex, makes Xander inwardly cringe. This is a vampire. This is his
vampire. No. He belongs to Spike. He had wanted to belong to him of
course. Felt that pull of desire and want…given in to it. So can he
really complain now? Xander knew what Spike was. Knew what belonging to
him would mean. Didn't he? Xander keeps his back to Spike, and his
thoughts to himself. 
Spike sees Xander respond to his touch and moves in closer, spooning
behind Xander and starts stroking his abs with one hand. Xander moves
into the embrace, trying to let it soothe him. Maybe Spike hadn't meant
anything. He is Spike after all. Grrr...Evil…Xander reminds himself with
a slight smile. So now he is trying to comfort. Xander can accept that.
He pushes his initial anger aside, thinking to be cuddled and hopfully
lulled back to sleep. 
Spike feels Xander cuddle closer and he purrs. His boy. His. He starts
nuzzling on Xander's neck and sniffs the mark. Purely by instinct he
starts licking it. Xander's eyes open wide at the licks to that very
sensitive spot. It sent rivulets of pleasure over him. A new erogenous
zone. Something so intrinsically sexy that you can't explain it. It just
is. Xander moans softly at this, closing his eyes. His fast abating anger
he chooses to push aside completely, leaning toward Spike. Spike can feel
and smell Xander's growing arousal. He keeps licking and his hand lowers
to stroke teasingly around, but not touching, his cock. Xander rocks back
against Spike, rolling his head on to Spike's shoulder, leaving his neck
open to Spike. His ass presses back against Spike's cock. Little
whimpering noises come from his throat at Spike's teasing.
Spike curls his long slender fingers around Xander's cock, stroking
firmly and slowly as he grinds slightly against Xander's ass. He
continues licking at the mark. It feels right, touching the point of his
claiming over and over. Xander's lips part as he cranes his neck further,
his moans breathy and soft. 
"Spike..sppiike.." No more than a word shaped breath, unheard by any but
his vampiric lover. Xander pushes back, pressing more onto Spike's body,
only to push forward again into his hand. The licking at his neck sends
little shocks to his nipples and down his belly to his cock. All those
nagging, chittering worries melt into a puddle that slightly resemble a
very aroused Xander. Spike reaches around and grabs the lube and coats
his cock. He slides down and starts pressing against Xander's pucker
while he continues working on his cock and neck. He feels Xander
responding to him and he loves it. 
Spike's cock rubbing against his ass makes his breath catch in his
throat. Still tender from their first time together, Xander gently pushes
back, trying to relax as he had done before. His skin pricks with
electricity from Spike's continued suckling at his neck, that one spot
becoming central to his pleasure. To his mind it affects him more than
Spike's hand on his cock. 
Spike pushes harder, sliding into Xander bit by bit and moaning against
his neck. He loves this boy, this man. He feels him push back and he
wants to crow with delight. So beautiful, so responsive, so sweet and
willing. All he can think about now is being one with him, being inside
him again. Xander holds back a little cry at Spike's entry of him. His
ass burns and stings but he knows it will feel better. His body feels too
hot, and giving over feels too good to stop. 
Xander hand moves to caress Spike's face, pulling his head more toward
his exposed neck. Spike feels the hand on his face and presses down,
licking harder on the mark. He is moving deeper into Xander, his entry
easier this time, until he is all the way in and begins to stroke in and
out. He feels Xander grow harder still as he continues to stroke his
cock. His purring is so loud now it shakes his chest. Xander feels
everything too much, and all at once. The feeling of being filled and
taken by Spike, his cool skinned hand pulling on his so sensitive cock,
the shocks from his neck to his cock growing harder and more intense, and
now the devil must really be in this bed, because the rumbling vibrating
Spike's chest shivers over Xander's entire body. He cries out arching
hard onto Spike's cock. Squeezing his eyes shut, he is so close. He can't
believe he's able to hold back now. 
Spike can feel it, the subtle changes as Xander is almost ready to cum.
He lifts his mouth just enough to whisper, "Go ahead and cum, m'boy," and
then nips at the mark with blunt teeth. Xander feels his climax rise like
a white-hot fire from his belly shooting out of him with a sharp howling
cry. Spike's words a trigger in his mind, the nip at his flesh setting
the switch. His body rocks with his completion, spasms contorting his
body, his legs jump, his back arches, the hand on Spike's face clutches
him harder, breaths from the human catch and huff harshly. Looking some
blissed out victim of st.vitus dance, his mind a blank of euphoria. 
Spike's own orgasm follows not far behind. Xander's breathtaking
surrender to his own completion is all that Spike needs to press him into
bliss. Little sparks fire behind his eyes as he pours into Xander. He
finishes, planting one last kiss on Xander's mark and then relaxing
against him, still purring. Xander still panting, stares blindly out into
space, his mind trying hard to come back to himself. He pulls Spike's
arms around him, moving so he can be held. That purr settling him, making
him just a boneless doll laying in a vampire’s arms. Spike curls himself
around Xander, his arms and legs encircling him, pulling him close. He
wants to protect him, to keep him safe, and his body responds almost
instinctively to this desire. 
"I love you," he whispers into Xander's ear. Xander leans his head back
against Spike's shoulder. His breathing has eased and he does feel safe. 
"I love you." He says in a light musing voice. His mind able to reassert
itself, and does have a nagging question. Isn't he mad about something?
He thinks he remembers something. His shakes it off, he want sleep now.
Think later. His eyes drift softly, thick dark lashes fluttering over
dark eyes. Spike waits, watching, until Xander is well asleep and then he
relaxes completely and slips back into sleep himself. 
The next day he wakes up, turning his head. He hisses at the tender spot
on his neck. Touching it he winces slightly. It is more healed than he
would have thought, but being bit in one spot twice in one night still
takes a little time, vampire blood and spit or not. This triggered the
events of the previous night to play out in Xander's mind. Right up to
and including, being mad at Spike. Now Xander isn't in a sex induced near
coma and a very real concern occurs to him. 
What kind of power had he given Spike? He belongs to him. He wants to be
his. Does that mean his will is somehow less his own? This thought makes
him tremble, shake from the inside out. He can't breathe. He needs to get
up, get air. He carefully peels Spike's arm from around him, moving from
under his legs as well. Spike clutches at Xander as he moves, still
mostly asleep but he unconsciously didn't want to let him go. 
"Mmmm. Got you," he mumbles. 
"It's ok Spike." Xander murmurs softly. Forcing himself not to run from
the bed. That would definitely have Spike following him. No sudden moves
around the sleeping vampire. He just needs a quiet spot to think.
Somewhere he can't see sleeping beauty here for a minute or two. 
"It's ok Spike. I gotta go to the bathroom," Xander tries, adding a small
laugh. Spike wakes up a little more, blinking sleepily. 
"Sorry." He lets go reluctantly. 
"S’ok...human and all." Xander manages in a light voice. He turns to go
just as he said to the bathroom, wincing slightly at his abused ass as he
walks. Finally in the still of the too bright white room, he closes the
door and rests his head against the cool tiled wall. Cool. Cool skin.
Damn, he swears at himself, moving from the evil wall. Would everything
remind him of Spike? All the things of the last two days fly over his
mind. Two days. Is that all it had been? How did all this happen in two
days? It had taken the better part of two years for him to decide Anya
*might * be the one. Now here he is the possession of a vampire. Spike,
the perceived bane of his existence for how many years? But he had wanted
it. Hadn't he? Bared his neck and begged for it. That’s pretty much a big
yes then. 
Xander puts his head to that cold wall again, letting the sensation take
him. He'll have to figure this out. He can't do it all now. Spike will be
expecting him back, and it doesn't take this long to pee. Xander lifts
his head, walks over and makes use of the facilities, washes his hands
and face. Then he goes back to the bed he and Spike share. 
Spike had snuggled down in the warm spot where Xander had been laying,
and smiles when he sees Xander coming, moving back. "Morning, handsome."
Xander smiles, feeling the nag again in his head. He lays back down next
to Spike. 
"Morning Spike." Xander says. Spike wraps his arms around Xander again. 
"You have to work today?" Xander lets Spike wrap around him, lightly
patting his arms. 
"No, no, I'm going to take the time I already had for the honeymoon to
sort out my mess of a life. I think." Xander says sighing. 
Spike kisses the back of Xander's neck. 
"Mmmm. Yeah. Life gets better for me but more complicated for you.
Sorry." Spike offers. Xander forces himself not to flinch when Spike
kisses his neck, not sure now what to expect. He breathes a little sigh,
covering it with a sad smile at his situation. 
"Well, hopefully after today, things will be better for both of us."
Xander pats Spike again.
"What happens today?" Spike asks. Xander draws in a breath and starts his
plans for the day list. 
"Get in touch with Anya." He counts on one finger. 
"Get living arrangements figured out." Another finger. Then Xander sort
of stops, putting his hands down. Three not one he wants to say out loud.
Figure out where all this is going with you? No. Not one to say out loud.
Instead he sits up, and looks down at Spike. 
"What did you want to do today?" Xander asks. Spike grins. "Didn't have
any plans really aside from being with you. Better than my usual day
which is to 'ang around in the crypt watching TV and waiting to either go
on patrol or get abused by the Slayer." 
Xander can't help the wince that crosses his face at the mention of
Buffy. Her behavior is still something confusing to him. Vampire slayer
or not. Spike was harmless, rubbing his neck, he amends, mostly harmless.
She had no reason to beat him up, and even less to abuse him mentally.
Rubbing over his mark, Xander reminds himself. Vampire. Vampire slayer.
Mortal enemies. Not playmates. Confusing was a nice word for it. 
"Well those are the plans for the day then. We'll hopefully leave Buffy
out of it." Hopefully, he repeats to himself. 
"Come on. Let's get up and out. Gotta get to the Magick Box before
closing. Rather face Anya on neutral ground, and the apartment seems
other than." Xander heads back toward the bathroom. Shower, shave, dress.
That is the plan. Spike smiles. 
"Want me to shower with you? Save a little time?" He knows tonight is
serious business, but worrying about things never made them better. His
theory was to enjoy each moment as he could and let problems come on
their own time and solve them then. Xander stops but did not turn around.
The mark on his neck throbs. He chuckles to hide his little misstep. 
"Uh, you know if you do that we'll never get out of here. No time saved
right?" As he continues his stride into the bathroom and closes the door
. Spike sighs. Well, it was worth a try. He gets up and goes to the
refrigerator, pulls out his jug of blood. He fills a mug and pops it into
the microwave. As soon as it is heated he pulls it out and starts sipping
the blood, waiting for Xander to finish so that he can take his own
shower. Best not to go to the Magick Box reeking of sex. 
Xander moves quickly, cleaning himself...washing his hair, brushing his
teeth...all manner of hygiene quickly taken care of, he realizes he's
left his clothes out in the other room. He grabs a towel and wraps it
around himself, a steadying glare in the mirror, and he goes out to the
other room. 
"Ok, shower's free. I'm going to get dressed and order something from
room service before we leave. You want anything?" Xander speaks casually
and quickly. Setting about doing the things he had on his little mental
list. Switching into a modified work mode. Same way he did construction.
Focus on the job and leave out the extras. Spike smiles. 
"Not gonna spend your money at room service prices. Got my blood, 'm
fine." He licks his lips appreciatively. 
"Love you fresh out of the shower. Damn shame we 'ave to leave so soon.
Well, I'd best go shower now." He gets up and stretches lazily and pads
off for the bathroom. Xander breathes a little sigh of relief. If Spike
had come over to him, he is sure he couldn't resist those clear blue
eyes, soft pale skin, perfect rippling muscles… Xander breaks his
momentary trip to drool-land with a sharp shake of his head. No must not
think about the sexy blonde male vampire. Evil blonde vampire. He has
things to get done and those thoughts are not going to get them done. He
doesn’t know why Spike has such a hold on him. Even now, he's been gone
from the room two minutes and Xander wants to go see if he is ok, see
what he is doing, Just see him. Must be more to this *claiming* thing
than he told me. Xander ponders. 
Xander dials up room service and orders, putting the phone down and
tugging on his clothes quickly. It isn't a few minutes til he hears the
knock at the door for the food to be delivered. Going to answer the door,
he runs his fingers through wet hair. The room service waiter is there
with a cart. He lifts off the tray. 
"Where d'ya want it?" he asks in a flat voice. He could not possibly look
more bored with his job. 
"Umm, over here." Xander points to one side of the room. Taking and
signing the slip for the room charge, he hands it back to the kid. 
"You know, that cereal you ordered looks weird." The waiter, points out
in a dull voice as he's leaving the room. 
"Cereal?" Xander asks, to no one apparently, since the waiter was gone.
Xander walks over to the cart and looks down as if something was going to
bite him. Something did. Weetabix? He had ordered Weetabix? He sighs and
pinches his nose. What is happening to him? He doesn't even remember
doing it. 
Spike comes popping out of the bathroom in a towel, singing at the top of
his lungs, "I...wanna be....Anarchy! The only way to be!" He looks over
at the tray. 
"Oi! Weetabix! Hadn't had any since I was chained up over at Giles'
house!" He rushes over and crushes Xander to him, kissing him fiercely
and then letting him go. 
"You're the best!" Spike laughs. Xander can't help but be broken from his
self-inflicted torment session. He laughs at both the singing and the
exclamation over the small gesture he had not even realized he'd made. 
Spike gets dressed, pulling on his best, least-faded jeans and a t-shirt,
as well as a red button-up he leaves lying open. He keeps half an eye on
Xander as he eats while he dresses and then comes over to join him,
pouring milk and sugar over the Weetabix and then starting to munch
happily. 
Xander finishes his toast and eggs, and most of his bacon. Drinks up his
juice. His eyes are also trying stealthily to catch looks at Spike as he
dresses. Bad Xander, he scolds himself, looking down at his plate, then
over at Spike. He can't help but smile. Watching a vampire eat strange
British cereal, and look completely happy doing it. Far cry from Anne
Rice's ideas on vampires....never mind movie producers. Xander laughs
lightly, then catches himself. Don't go forgetting, he is still a
vampire. He still drinks blood. And he still owns your ass. That thought
actually doesn't seem to freak him out as much as he'd have thought. Oh
god, that is just one more thing to worry about. Xander is about two
thoughts away from having the top of his head blow off. Instead he stands
up and goes to find his shoes.
Spike finishes up his cereal just as Xander pulls on his shoes. He drinks
the milk from the bowl and gets up to pull on his duster. Unbeknownst to
him he is sporting a *huge* milk moustache. Xander stands, tapping his
feet to settle his shoes. He looks up and sees Spike's face. Stopping in
his tracks, he sits back down. A smirk crossing his lips. Then a grin.
Then a little laugh, which breaks the dam. Rolling laughter bursts
between Xander’s lips, making his eyes twinkle. 
"Oh Spike. Spike. You have.." Draws a breath, whooping. "You have a milk
moustache." Spike with a milk moustache. Xander can't help it. He sits up
and forces a serious face. 
"Got bloody milk?" He says in his best Spike impression, which is,
*bloody* awful. Again falling into a round of howling laughter. Spike
gets a napkin and wipes off his face, looking at the milk and then at the
laughing Xander. He looks mildly offended at first, and then pictures
himself with a milk moustache. He starts laughing too. Spike, the big
bad, part of the Scourge of Europe, walking out sporting a milk
moustache. And that impression of Xander's was *just* howlingly bad.
Xander, before he can stop himself, gets up and hugs Spike. Still half
laughing Spike wraps his arms around Xander and kisses him. 
"I love you," he says, "especially for not letting me walk out that door
with a milk moustache." Xander kisses Spike back, and rolls his forehead
against Spike's before moving out of his embrace. 
"Love you too." He says quickly. 
"No, couldn't let you do that." Xander seems slightly uncomfortable for a
second, then he sighs. 
"Well time to go face the music." He tries a little smile. Spike smiles
back and they walk out and down to the car. They drive over to the Magick
Box in relative silence. Spike writes it off to Xander being nervous.
They walk into the shop and Giles looks up at them as they enter. He
blinks and clears his throat. 
"Ah, Xander, good to see you." His voice sounds terribly uncomfortable.
He looks over at Spike. 
"Spike," he says, nodding dismissively. Spike shrugs. Par for the course.
Giles had never really cared for him much, especially after living in
close quarters with him after him getting the chip. Xander feels a little
coil start to tighten in his belly. He respects Giles. He's looked to him
almost as a father. Considering what an ass his was, it wasn't really any
wonder he looked for a better role model. Lost to his own thoughts and
interaction he doesn't so much take note of Gile's interaction with
Spike. Probably because it is *normal*, what usually happens. Them being
what they are to each other did not change that. Besides no one knows.
Yet. 
"Hello Giles. Umm. Is Ahn..Anya around?" Xander stammers trying to say
her name after what he did. 
Giles shakes his head. 
"No, she left to attend to an errand. She'll be back shortly." 
Spike moves over to a chair and drapes himself in it in his usual
lazy-cat style, one leg flung over a chair arm. Xander nods, and moves to
sit across from Spike watching intently, before catching himself staring.
He blinks and looks away. What is the matter with him? He can't even sit
near him and not look? Not think about how cute his nose crooks slightly
to the right, or how that long hard scar feels under his fingers? Damn,
he scolds himself, thankful for the distraction coming from the stairs up
from the stock room. Willow and Tara warbling to each other about some
magik whozits or other. 
"Y-y-yeah. If you use the circle cast in counter, it works." Tara says in
her soft stammer, smiling at her girlfriend. Willow nods. 
"You're so smart. I would never have thought of doing that." She moves a
stray tendril of hair off Tara's face. Then she notices Xander. 
"Oh, hi Xander!" Xander looks over at his best friend and her lover.
Admiring their easy way together. Makes himself not look over at the
blonde temptation lounging on the chair across from him. 
"Uh.Hi Willow. Tara." Willow looks over. 
"Hi Spike!" Spike smiles back. Willow and Tara were nicer to him by far
than any of the others. 
"Hey Red, Tara." Spike says. Willow looks back at Xander. 
"So...you here to see Anya?" Her voice sounds concerned. Xander swallows
and lets his eyes slide slightly over Spike then back to Willow with a
snap. 
"Um..yeah..Anya. Here to talk to Anya." Xander looks nervous, his smile
is a little too, happy. Tara looks between the two men at Xander's eye
movement, noticing something. She ducks her head slightly thinking she
must be seeing things, she doesn't mention it. 
Willow sighs. 
"Yeah, I figured. Do you need us to go?" Xander shakes his head, brows
raised. 
"No. Please. No you don't have to go." Xander does not want to be alone.
Thoughts of him and Spike alone in the Magick Box. Interesting and
threatening to make him blush again. Spike raises a speculative eyebrow
but says nothing. He quirks his lips into a wry half-smile. Willow sits
down and beckons to Tara, looking at her lap and then back at Tara. 
"Ok. Just thought you might want some privacy to talk to Anya." 
Giles speaks up. 
"This *is* a place of business. Though you could always use the practice
room, I suppose. If Buffy would come out, of course."
The practice room door opens on cue, Buffy enters, towel around her
shoulders. 
"Huh...come out for what? Got something for me to kill?" Looking around,
she homes in directly on Spike. 
"Well maybe you do." Dark grin crosses her face. 
"Hi ya, Spike." She drawls.
"Hey Slayer," Spike drawls, his voice flat, his eyes not meeting hers. 
Buffy drops her towel on the counter stepping toward Spike. 
"So what are you doing here? Remember something about those demons...or
just being your usual pain in my ass?"
Xander cringes at Buffy's words, he remembers her first inquiry into
demons in the area two days ago. Remembers also how he felt, about
Buffy...and Spike. He'd cared about him. Hell he'd been mad enough to
wish her dead. Xander looks at the floor, trying to get a handle on what
he felt, and when he felt it. Is Spike doing something to make him feel
like he does? 
"Neither. Piss off." Spike still doesn't move or look at her. Buffy's
smile widens. 
"Oh. I don't think so Spike. I think you're the one whose gonna, 'piss
off.' Don't remember anyone asking you here. So no info...no need for
Spike." 
"Not leavin'." Spike flicks a glance at Xander. Xander wants to look, he
can feel Spike looking at him. His eyes are firmly fixed on the floor. 
Spike sighs. 
"It's a public place, eh? And you're not the owner. Not leavin'." He
looks up at her eyes. He's not outing Xander but he's not leaving either.
 
Willow speaks up. 
"Buffy...he's right, you know. You can't throw him out of here. And he
*does* help with the patrols and everything." Spike looks over at Willow
with a beaming smile. 
"Thanks, Red. Appreciate it much." Spike says. Xander does look up at
this. Hearing the sincere note in Spike's voice. He looks between his
friends and Spike. He does do those things...Willow is right. Why does
Buffy have to be so hard on him? Oh duh. He's a vampire. An evil.
Souless. Sincere, beautiful, caring.... vampire. Xander shakes his head
at that. Vampire and vampire slayer. Natural order. He can't change that.
 
"Willow." Buffy whines. "He's evil. He's neutered. But he's evil. And I
am soo not in the mood for the evil fangless dead." Buffy looks back at
Spike. 
"Hey you got your blood for the week anyway. Consider it a favor. Get out
of my sight and I won't spill any of it out of you and onto the floor."
By this time, she has walked over to Spike, and leans down inches from
his face. 
"Ok, chip head?" 
"Suit yourself. Not leavin'. Don't think Giles would appreciate you
gettin' blood all over his merchandise." Spike looks up at Buffy. 
"And really, Slayer, you need to invest in some breath mints if you're
going to get that close to a bloke." Xander can't help it. He laughs out
loud. Even in the face of a sworn enemy Spike can't resist the verbal
jab. Xander remembers laughing with Spike over the last two days.
Thinking how oddly easy he made being funny look. Or maybe it just seemed
that way to him. God help him, Spike does make him laugh. Makes him feel
good. Xander's brighter thoughts are sharply cut off, watching the
slayer's reaction. 
Buffy snorts, placing both tiny hands on his chest, before using
incongruous strength to heft Spike up to his feet. 
"That's it fangless, you're outta here." Using slayer strength to toss
Spike toward the door, but into one brick pillar. Stalking up to where he
lays. 
"Awww, poor Spikey. Still light out. Gonna need your blankie." Leaning
closer to him. "Or maybe not," She says maliciously. Spike gets up and
snarls, getting ready to hit Buffy. But then he sees Xander watching.
Buffy...Xander's friend. He lowers his arms and stands there. 
"Not leavin'." He's not a monster...not. He can feel and he can love and
he refuses to let the Slayer make him look like a heartless beast. 
Buffy smiles, "Oh yes, I think you are Spikey." Buffy sends tiny hard
bitting fists, chipping away at that perfect alabaster face. 
"Think you are leaving right now Spike." Grabbing his duster and pulling
hard, she slings him back toward the back of the shop. 
"Oops my bad wrong way." She stalks toward Spike. Xander
stands...Watching the fight, warring with himself. Buffy has made her
point. She isn't going to stake him, so what is she doing? Toying with
him. Bitch, he shouts in his mind. That thought stings him. He'd watched
Buffy beat up lots of things. Some he imagined she had done just for fun.
Why does this bother him so much? Because it is Spike? Is it the claim?
When did he start to feel this? Xander's mind races trying to put things
together quickly. He closes his eyes just one second. Think
Xander...when? 
Tara stands. She has seen the violence that is the Slayer’s life, but she
likes Spike. He'd always been nice to her and accepting of her and
Willow. She clutches her arms around herself, looking back at Willow.
Spike keeps getting up but refuses to his back. He is just going to let
the Slayer beat on him. He can heal but he's not going to disappoint
Xander. 
Willow looks at Tara and then over at Buffy and Spike. 
"Uh...Buffy, don't you think you're being maybe a little hard on Spike?"
"Stay out of it Willow." Buffy shoots at her friend. Then looks back at
Spike as he gets up again. She shakes her head. 
"See...Spikey likes it." Buffy gives a razor blade smile, she pulls back
and delivers an upper cut that makes the troll hammer look like a kid’s
toy, knocking Spike sprawling on the floor. 
Xander's eyes fly open, When did he start to feel this way? That night.
That first night...When Spike saved his life. He didn't have to. Could
have left him there. But he took care of him. Spike took him in...took
care of him. And, had every since then. Selfless, sexy, kind, gentle.
He'd been all these things to him. And here he stands letting his *best*
friend beat the shit out of the man he loves. A man that has been better
to him in two days than anyone had in his whole miserable life. He loves
Spike. Has nothing to do with the claim. He knew it before that. That
gets Xander's ass in gear. 
Spike stands up yet again. He's bleeding now, freely, his face bruised
and cut. 
" 'aving fun, Slayer?" He hopes Xander is seeing this. Hopes he
understands *why* he is doing this. Buffy laughs. 
"Oh, yeah. Aww Spikey got a little boo boo." Buffy draws back for another
punch. Quietly and unnoticed Xander steps forward before Buffy can land
the punch she has drawn back to deliver. He grabs her clenched fist in
both hands, looking straight into her eyes. 
"Stop." He demands, his look taking nothing off of her. He means it and
she better damn well believe it. Spike wavers and collapses to the floor,
the beating he has taken finally catching up to him. Buffy looks shocked.
Her too thin lips fish-jaw, as she tries to figure out what Xander is
doing. She shakes him off her hand, dropping it to her side. 
"Xander?" she questions. "Xander, what are you doing?" Xander falls to
his knees beside Spike, looking into his eyes, a questioning worry on his
face. A question unspoken. Why? Why didn't he just leave? Xander knows
why he had finally stopped it, but why had Spike taken all this? 
Spike looks into Xander's eyes. 
" 'M not a monster," he manages through swollen and bloodied lips. 
He pulls closer to Xander and whispers. 
"I love you." Spike couldn't fight back or leave--because of him. Spike
was afraid he would think. Xander drops his head and sighs, trying to
stay back tears. Spike isn’t the monster here. Xander had taken too long
to see. 
"I love you." Xander says a little louder, not caring if the others
heard. Seeing Spike bleeding, on the floor, his rage rises and fast. That
same rage that had made him threaten a stranger in a club for even
insulting his vampire. Buffy had done much worse than that. One more
pleading look at Spike, squeezing his hand gently. He turns to Buffy. 
"You stupid, skinny, sadistic bitch." Xander advances on Buffy, quickly
getting in her face. His is anger rolling off him in palpable waves. 
"You ever lay a hand on him again, and...and...I'll kill you." Xander
snarls, into that too pretty, pinched little face. This time he has no
qualms about it. He won't lose this man. He won't lose what he has. Spike
had taken all this, done all this, for him. 
His anger at himself redoubles the intensity of what he feels for Buffy
in that moment. He fixes her with a piercing gaze, setting in her mind
that he means it. Somehow...some way. He'd make good on that threat. Then
he turns his back to her and drops to his knees again, pulling his beaten
lover to him. Trying so hard to tenderly hold him. 
"I'm sorry, I'm sooo sorry." Xander whispers to him, his voice soft and
soothing. 
"I love you...I love you sooo much." His arms cradling his vampire close
to him. The tears he tried to hold back are now freely falling down his
face. 
Tara, turns and crawls back into Willow's lap, trying to hide her face as
she quietly cries over the scene that has played out
Spike wraps his arms around Xander. 
"Shh, shh, s'ok. I love you, m'boy. S'ok." He doesn't care about the
beating or the pain now. Xander loves him, really loves him, let everyone
know...and Xander believes in him. It is worth every bruise and cut and
more. 
Willow holds Tara close and rubs her back. Tears are forming in her eyes,
too. It is obvious they love each other and that Spike had taken all that
for Xander. She wonders, though, what Buffy is going to make of this
tender scene. Giles shifts uncomfortably and removes and cleans his
glasses. Spike and Xander...well, there were unlikelier couples, he
supposes. Like himself and Ethan. 
Buffy, of course the point of tension, as always, crosses her arms over
her chest, glaring at the couple. Love-- yeah right. Spike can't love
anything. He is souless. He is using Xander. He'd done all this to make
some grand gesture, to make Xander trust him. Buffy is just about to tell
them all about her opinion of this sweet moment when the front door bell
rings.
Anya walks in, not looking up right away. Her arms are full of papers. 
"Well, Giles, I was able to take care of all that paperwork, but there is
a lot of it that you have to sign, so we can look over it this..." She
looks up and sees the tableau. 
"Xander, why are you and Spike hugging?" Xander looks up at his
ex-fiancee', his eyes a little too wide. He maintains his hold on Spike
to his credit. 
"An…Anya...I umm...I didn't mean...for you.." Xander stutters and tries.
Buffy breaks in, the most horrible smug look on her face. 
"They’re in love. Just professed it wildly here in front of all of us.
Gee...could have been a wedding for all the emotion in the room." Buffy
affects a wondering tone to her hurtful correlation. Anya blinks, tilting
her head and considering. Then she makes a little smile. 
"Well, that would certainly explain a *lot* of things." 
Xander, at first about ready to rip Buffy's pretty blonde head off, is
shocked by his ex's summation. 
"It...it would?" He presses...not sure what that's about. Cuddling Spike
a little closer to him. 
"Yes, of course," says Anya, walking closer. 
"If you were really gay, it would explain why you did not show up for our
wedding." Her tone is bright and matter-of-fact. She wrinkles her brow. 
"Xander, what's that on your neck?" 
Xander goes from heartfelt relief to startled terror in 2.5 seconds. His
hand flies to his neck, one arm still protectively around Spike. 
"Umm.ahh." Buffy is about to pop at all this, was everyone crazy? The she
hears her opportunity to prove them all wrong. She grabs at Xander's
collar, yanking it back hard to look at his neck. 
"Ah ha. See. He's using you." She announces loudly. Spike, who took all
kinds of abuse from Buffy on himself, won't tolerate her manhandling his
boy. He shifts into gameface and growls. 
"Don't touch him!" 
Giles sees the bite and Spike's reaction and thinks he knows what is
happening. 
"Buffy, I think that is more than just a bite. Perhaps you should back
off. Now." Buffy reluctantly lets Xander go, almost ignoring the
gamefaced vampire she'd already stomped once today. 
"Giles. He bit him. Spike bit Xander. More than just a bite? See he's
doing something to him. I knew it. Gonna take him away. Use him. Do
something. Love. Yeah right." Buffy laughs, completing her runaway
assumptions. 
Xander pulls himself back from where Buffy had pulled him with a shrug.
He decides Spike should be more comfortable and he wants to be away from
Buffy. He picks Spike up with a muffled grunt-- Spike is heavier than he
looked-- and carries him to the couch, laying him out gently. 
Giles shakes his head. 
"Really, Buffy, you need to be more thorough in your studies of vampire
behavior. If that's what I think it is, a claiming bite, it would affect
Spike much more profoundly than it would Xander. A claiming bite induces
almost overwhelming protective instincts in the vampire that makes it. It
does reinforce existing feelings in the one being bitten but doesn't
create those feelings." Giles sighs. Buffy is going to be difficult about
this, he can tell now. He isn't incredibly happy about it, but a claiming
bite at least shows him Spike is serious, that this is not casual to him
at all. 
Xander is listening...even if his face does not show it. He was intently
concentrating on Spike, trying to make him comfortable, when he stopped,
hearing Giles' explanation. Ahhh, and Xander is the stupid one yet again.
At least he had come to the right conclusion in the end. But look at the
price. His love lying beaten up, to prove what he should have already
known. Spike loves him, and would never hurt him. He wants to take him
home. A real home. His home. He turns to Anya. 
"Ahn. Umm..I know this will take a little while to figure out, but...umm.
Can I have the apartment for a few days. I mean to myself? Then we can
decide what to do about it." He asked patiently, waiting to see just how
reasonable Anya would be. 
"Sure. I need to find a new place anyway. I've gone back to the vengeance
demon biz and that place is not exactly demon-conducive." Anya says. 
Buffy who is about ten shades of hell fire red, grabs her jacket and
heads for the door. She's not going to watch the madness that has
obviously set in on her friends. The blonde menace may have found his
in....but she is going to make sure to be his ticket out. She storms out,
letting the door slam. 
"Pissy much?" Xander chides. Then leans over Spike. "Hey babe can you
walk ok?" He says softly, helping him sit up. 
"Want to take you home." Spike nods, getting up slowly. 
"Yeah, luv. Lemme lean on you and I should be fine." He wraps his arm
around Xander's shoulders. 
* * * * * * * * * * *
Buffy skulks back to her house. Mumbling to herself the entire way about
how the evil vampire had turned her best friend against her. And why the
hell is everybody else so on his side all the sudden? She slams the door
and heads to her room. Can Spike be doing something to all of them? Maybe
she is immune? 
Buffy sighs. Questions and more. She doesn't like questions. Makes her
head hurt. She rubs her temples and thinks. Well, Giles may be affected
too. So, who can she call? She needs to find out more about this claiming
thing, and well, maybe Giles is right-- she doesn't know enough about
vampire relationships-- her own two forays to date case in point. 
So who can tell her more about it, and maybe even help her to stop
whatever the hell is going on? The Council gives her the creeps, that
goes for Wesley too. A chilly laugh, thinking of her failed ex-watcher,
gone off a rogue demon hunter with Angel now, she muses. Just what the
hell is a rogue demon hunter? Then it hits her, about as squarely as a
good solid 2X4. Angel. Angel will know. Oh, and he will be none too
pleased about all this. She might not know a lot about vampire
relationships, but she knows Angel doesn't like to share. Definitely in
evidence by his reaction to one Riley Finn. She also knows that Spike is
his in some sort of weird vampy way. She almost squeals with delight over
her new plan. 
Call and tell Angel. She is on the phone in record quick time, dialing up
her old lover like she did it every day. The phone at the Hyperion rings.
 
"Angel Investigations," chirps a southern sunny voice, "Fred speakin'."
Buffy winces at the incursion of that voice over her ears. 
"Umm. I'd like to speak to Angel please." Buffy tries to sound pleasant. 
"Okee Dokee," The woman's voice chimes, to Buffy's snorted laughter. What
kind of a name is Fred for a girl, the Slayer thinks? 
"Angel." Is the next response on the line. "Umm. Hi." Buffy starts
lamely. Bites her lips and tries again. 
"Hello Angel, it's Buffy." "Well Buffy," comes the resounding reply, a
mellow cheer touching his voice. Buffy looks at the phone, then puts it
back to her ear. 
"Angel? Are you all right? You , uhm you don't sound as broody as usual."
Buffy stammers. 
"Oh yeah, well. Can't stay down all the time, now can I?" Angel replies. 
"What can I do for you Buffy?" Angel almost chuckles. Buffy shrugs it
off. "Well it's about Spike." 
"What about him?" Tone considerably lower, an affected pitch. Ahh, this
is the Angel she knows. 
"Yeah. He's messing things up here. He's done something to Xander. Well,
to everybody I think." Buffy huffs. Angel stays quiet, listening for
Buffy to finish. 
"What the hell is a claiming anyway?" Buffy finally whines into the
phone. 
"I'll be there in a few hours," Is the cold reply. Buffy is delighted.
Angel will come and take Spike away or stake him or something…and
everything will be normal again. Or as normal as it gets on the
hellmouth. 
"Ok, see you then Angel." Buffy almost croons into the phone before
hanging up. The other side is quiet. Another vision. The edge of his wood
desk is now in cracked ruins. Angel's fist has curled into the wood as if
it were butter. He's been holding himself back, under the guise of Angel.
Waiting to set himself up before eliminating Angel's pet humans and
making things a little more to his liking. Now it seems there is no time
to wait. Angelus strides out of the office and to the front desk. 
"Fred. Umm. Where is everyone?" He asks in a mild tone. 
"Umm...well Wes is out doing research, Gunn is with his *homies*," she
says with a giggle snort, "and Cordy is shoppin'," Fred finishes,
wide-eyed country charm, just staring at Angelus. He hates that. He
sidles up next to Fred, very close, putting one hand across her
shoulders, leaning to whisper in her ear. 
"So we are all alone then?" 
 

Part 7


Xander helps Spike up, and casts a little glance around to the others.
He'd deal with anything else later. Now he needs to get Spike home.
Taking him out into the shaded alley, where they had parked...he puts
Spike carefully into the car, buckling him in. He moves around the other
side. He drives first to the hotel to pick up what is there and check
out. He leaves Spike safely in the fast the shade, that was fast being
swallowed by dusk, to do this, hurrying to the point of almost being
manic to be back with Spike. Blood, fags, and clothes. He gets in and
takes them home, helping Spike up the stairs to the apartment and inside.
They'd said barely a word the whole trip, and when near him Xander's hand
had never left Spike's thigh. 
Spike purrs quietly the whole way back. He's bone weary now as his body
struggles to heal itself, and there's little pains everywhere, but he
doesn't really care. It is all worth it. Xander is taking him *home*.
Once inside, Spike makes it as far as the couch and slumps onto it in a
boneless heap. He smiles. 
"Good be 'ome, luv." Xander smiles watching Spike. 
"Not half as good as I'm going to make it for you." Xander says, softly
with a little half smile. 
"You know I'm sorry Spike. I'm so sorry. I don't know what I'm going to
do to make it up to you...but I want to spend as long as it takes
trying." Xander speaks with an intensity that is nothing but pure
submission to the will of another. He wants to make things up to him.
Wants to show him that he was worth the effort. 
Spike looks up at the tone in his voice. Even in his weakened state it
affects him...strongly. He swallows, somewhat overwhelmed by the complete
and utterly disarming sweetness of this boy. Finally he speaks. 
"I could use some blood for starters. It'll 'elp me 'eal." Xander nods
and kisses Spike quickly, going off to get things just right for Spike. 
"How many packets do you want babe?" Xander calls from the kitchen,
getting out a big mug and moving to the refrigerator.
"Let's start with two." Spike calls in after him. He struggles up into a
sitting position. 
Xander nods, poking a little hole in each bag and putting it in the
microwave to heat. 
"You want anything else? Want something to go in it? " Xander is
fluttering around the kitchen checking for things Spike might like.
"You got cinnamon and vanilla? I like to spice the blood up a little."
Spike smiles as he can hear Xander moving around the kitchen. He *so*
wants to take the boy into the bedroom and ravish him right now, he's
being so adorable. Unfortunately, no ravishing til he got fed and healed
a little. 
Xander hears Spike’s request and starts checking the cabinets. 
"Umm...ok, vanilla and cinnamon. Want sugar too?" Xander calls, making
note that he needs to get some Weetabix. 
"No, that'll be fine." Spike leans back and closes his eyes. He starts
purring again, louder. His boy is taking care of him. He smiles and then
makes a small yelp of pain when that opens up a split on his lips that
had clotted shut. Xander hears the yelp and is at Spike's side in a shot.
 
"What? What happened?" A very worried Xander is kneeling in front of him.
Spike reaches down and strokes Xander's hair. 
"Just me bein' stupid," he says. "Smiled and opened up a wound." 
Xander ghosts his fingers near Spike's split lips. 
"Oh god. I'm sorry. Um...let me get your blood and the first aid kit. No,
wait. I have a better idea. Stay here." Xander goes to the kitchen and
pours one bag into a mug and takes it to Spike, handing it to him.
"Stay," He cautions as he goes off to the bathroom.
Spike starts gingerly drinking the mug of blood, trying not to make his
split lips worse. He wonders what Xander has in mind. Xander strips off
his shirt, leaving him in his pair of low slung worn blue jeans. He goes
through the medicine cabinet looking for something. 
"Ah ha." He says finding the brown stopper bottle he wanted. He leaves it
by the bathtub with the other things he had gathered together there. He
heads back to check on Spike. He grabs the other bag of blood and brings
it to the couch. 
"How you doing with that?" Xander asks, again kneeling in front of him to
look up into his eyes.
"Not bad. Pouring it straight in without touching m'lips seems to do the
trick." He looks down at Xander and his eyes smile even though his mouth
can't. "Appreciate the scenery." Xander blushes slightly, and smiles. 
"Come on, you can finish this in there." He gestures with his head toward
the bathroom, helping Spike up and into the room. He helps to sit him on
the side of the tub, while he runs the water.
Spike finishes the blood by the time Xander runs the water. He tries to
remove his shirt but has to stop because of the pain in his side as he
stretches. He stifles a groan and his eyes water. 
Xander turns and moves Spike's hands from the shirt. 
"Stop that. Let me do it. You are not to do anything." Xander scolds him
lightly. Setting the second bag of blood he brought in the sink, he runs
hot water over it to keep it warm. He gently removes Spike's shirt,
careful of his side. Then removes his boots, swearing under his breath
about lace up boots, then he helps Spike stand and gets him out of his
pants. 
"There now...all ready." He smiles brightly, moving to retrieve the
bottle looking at it for a minute then pouring roughly half of it in the
water. The smell of jasmine hits the air instantly and the water turns a
pale shade of lavender. Spike smiles. 
"That's one of my favorite scents. 'ow did you know?" 
"Didn't...but I do now." Xander smiles. 
"It's something Willow gave me. I had a huge gash in my arm, this healed
it in no time. She said it was called Allheal. I dunno if it will work on
a vampire, but it can't hurt." Xander puts his hands out to help Spike
into the water.
Spike takes Xander's hands. 
"You're using that...for me? When you don't even know it will work?
Xander...I'll heal. I'm a vampire. You didn't have to..." He lowers into
the water slowly and the heat instantly makes him feel better. Xander
smiles, watching Spike sink into the warm water. 
"Well, it won't hurt you and it has a really nice soothing effect too.
Should make the aches and pains go away. That way you don't have to work
so hard to get better. 
"Shh...just let me do this...please." Xander sits on his knees beside the
tub, gathers up the sponge and starts to soap it up. 
"Now then...I am Xander... and I will be your slave this evening," Xander
says in a quiet reverential tone, before breaking into a little laugh,
looking into Spike's eyes. Spike smiles and yelps again as his lips
hurts. He also starts to harden, despite the pain he is in. Xander really
knows how to get him going...it is just uncanny. He looks over at Xander,
a mixture of amusement and heat and affection in his eyes. He reaches up
to stroke the side of Xander's face. 
"Definitely the 'andsomest slave a man could desire."
Xander turns bright red, and groans. 
"I swear...I'm such a little girl." He begins to gently wash Spike's sore
body. Very carefully over the fading bruises. The potion his friend had
given him must not be working. Spike should feel better. Xander frowns
slightly at this, then looks up into Spike's eyes. 
"What do you want to do when we get you out? I could massage your back, I
have some creams and things that might help. I'll have to clean your
lips, and you have a nasty cut, vampire or not you'll need that tended
to." Xander just wants it to be better. Wants Spike to be ok.
"Any and all of that, Xander. I've 'aven't 'ad anyone to tend on me in a
while. Usually when I'm 'urt, I get dumped off in the crypt to 'eal up on
m'own." He remembers after Glory, after hours of torture and pain, when
he was left alone on that cold stone slab. After Buffy died, when he fell
from the tower...dumped alone in the crypt. He didn't care what Xander
did just as long as he didn't leave him alone. 
Xander nods. 
"Ok then.. slave Xander at your service, Master," Xander says in a
cheerful voice. 
"Lean up let me get your back. Do you want me to wash your hair for you?"
Xander chirps and chatters as he washes Spike. Happy to be with him, and
doing something right. Spike leans up and lets Xander wash his back. He
moans. He loves being washed, being tended. 
"Yes, please, shampoo would be lovely." 
Xander puts the sponge down and gets the shampoo from the tubside,
helping Spike lean over so he can wet and lather his head, rubbing in
firm strokes to massage his scalp, rinsing his blonde hair clean. He
helps him lean back, resting his head on the tub rim. Then he goes to get
the blood he left in warm water in the sink, pouring it into the mug and
bringing it back to Spike. 
"Here," Xander says, leaning over and lifting his head slightly, very
carefully lifting the mug to Spike's lips. Spike makes little moaning
noises as Xander shampoos his hair, enjoying the feel of those strong
fingers on his scalp. He doesn't strictly *need* Xander to feed him but
he luxuriates in it when he does. It's sinful and wonderful, an
indulgence and a intimacy that makes him happier than he can express. His
eyes looks up to catch Xander's, hoping to convey at least a little of
what he is feeling. Xander strokes as much of Spike's neck as can mange
at his angle. Looking into Spike's eyes he knows he's done something for
this man. He's touched him somehow. Xander marvels, touched a vampire. He
may not have a soul, and his heart may be cold and dead. But something in
there feels what Xander is trying to do. Xander blinks the small tear
that threatens. 
"Such a damn little girl..." He curses, softly, with a little laugh. 
Spike lifts his lips from the cup. 
"No. You're my boy. My priceless wonderful boy." He reaches up, wincing a
little, to wipe the tear from Xander's face. 
"There's nothing wrong with feeling, Xander. Nothing wrong with showing
it. Doesn't make you a girl. Makes you wonderful and warm and caring." 
Xander smiles and leans into Spike's touch. He still doesn't like
appearing so vulnerable. Blushing and crying...makes him feel weak
somehow. He looks at Spike, tousled wet blonde hair, longer than you
would think, curling in wide ringlets. Beautiful blues, framed by the
palest silken skin. Xander has to stop his admiration and watch what he
is doing, to keep from bumping Spike's split lips. A little surge of
anger at having to be interrupted with his vampire by what Buffy had
done. 
"I do care Spike. I love you. Love you so much." Spike purrs louder. 
"I love you too, Xander. Love you to distraction. And I'm supposed to be
the big strong one protecting you and 'ere I am with you ‘aving to baby
me. But 'eaven 'elp me, I love it." 
"Come on finish your blood, before it gets cold." Xander laughs softly. 
"I want to get you out-- the water has to be getting cold by now too."
Xander holds the mug up for him to finish.
Spike chugs down the rest of the blood and shifts around in the tub so
that Xander can help him out. He's not sure if the potion worked at all
or if it is just the effect of the warm water and the blood but he *does*
feel better. He leans back against the wall to support his weight. Xander
moves to help Spike to step out of the tub. 
"Stand there ok?' Xander reaches for a huge rich fluffy towel, big enough
to be a bath blanket. He pats Spike dry from head to toe and wraps him in
it, ushering him out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. He takes off
the warm towel and helps Spike lay on the bed. 
"Ok, are you warm enough? I remember you liked to be warm." Xander did.
He remembered the vampire caterwauling about the heat during the time
they stayed in the basement together. He smiles at the banter they had
back and forth then. How long had he been in love with his vampire?
Really? He doesn't know. 
Spike nods. 
"Mmm hmm. Good and warm. Be better with a warm body on me, though," he
mumbles. Spike smiles at the fact that Xander remembered he liked to be
warm. Xander leans over him, his body brushing against Spike's. 
"I'm going to cover you a little, I know you don't have body heat to keep
in, but it makes me feel better. Hate the thought of you being cold."
Xander pulls a brushed cotton thick blanket over the lower half of
Spike's body, leaving his bruised chest exposed. Xander notices the
bruises are fading, and the cut is almost pulled completely closed.
Whether vampiric healing or potion, he doesn't know, but at least it
looks better. He reaches and takes out some of the liniments and things
he had from his time as a slayerette. He also pulls out a little first
aid kit. First the lips. Xander smiles, and has a question. 
"Can ..can I.?" He'd done it already. Just ask, he tells himself. "Can I
lick your lips? Or ..umm." Xander immediately looks down, starts opening
the first aid kit. 
"Umm, nevermind. Stupid question. I'll just clean them off. They're
closing fast, just need to be cleaned from what I can see. The cut on
your cheek is closed. The rest looks like bruises. Then we can clean the
one on your side." Xander rambles, trying to cover what he thinks is just
being selfish or wrong. Spike whimpers. 
"Would you lick them please? It helps. And I like it." He does like it,
and he's shamelessly using Xander's desire to please him to get him to do
it. It's another intimate act, an act of family or lovers with vampires,
and he wants to share it with Xander. He already knows Xander likes the
taste of his blood. 
Xander looks up from his fiddling with the bandages and things. 
"You want me to? It won't hurt you? I mean. Umm. I can if you want me
to." Xander sits on his knees next to Spike, leaning over him. 
Spike nods. 
"Lick them," he says. "I want you to." His voice is warm and husky. He
reaches up his hand on his uninjured side and gently rests his hand on
the nape of Xander's neck, urging him closer. Xander responds instantly,
letting go of his restraint. Spike wants him to do this. His first licks
are light and feline, quickly becoming long lavishing strokes. The blood
had dried mostly and does not pop on his tongue like it had before, until
he gets down to just the wound. A small amount of blood sends that
metallic spur over his mouth, making it water. Both lips cleaned, he
pulls back slightly to look at Spike. 
"How was that?' Xander asks, feeling more sure. He knows he is safe. He
knows he is loved. Now he really is free to be whatever Spike wants him
to be. Because he has chosen it. He has chosen to do this. 
Spike nods. 
"Wonderful, luv. Best medicine in the world for 'em." He shifts over onto
his uninjured side and moves his other arm out of the way. 
"My side," he says, and Xander can see the blood welling from the larger
cut on Spike's ribs. 
Xander pauses for only a minute, a question in his mind, but one that can
wait. He leans over, touching Spike with just his mouth, laving the long
gash. The taste of Spike's blood is fast becoming just something of
Spike's. It's not weird or wrong anymore. Just part of him. His warm
breath huffs over the skin, whole and broken both, as his tongue works to
clean the wound. When the bleeding slows and finally stops, he leans back
on his knees and heels, hands in his lap, he looks from beneath thick
dark lashes at Spike. 
"Would you like me to dress it for you?" He asks quietly.
Spike nods. 
"Yes, I would." He looks up at Xander. 
"You are so incredibly sexy like that. I want you right now. I need to
get better fast." He grins wickedly. 
Xander smiles at Spike's words to him. He needs to get better. Well
vampires need blood to get better. Xander moves quickly and efficiently
dressing the wound. Something he's well used to doing. Then he hops off
the bed. Turning to look at Spike. 
"Want me to get you more blood? Will it help?" 
"Yes, please, it will ‘elp." Spike beams at Xander's eagerness to please.
He shifts to sit up in the bed. 
Xander heads off heating two more bags. He comes back quickly. He has
poured the bags into a heating carafe, so that they stay warm, returning
with it and a mug. He settles next to Spike on the bed on his knees,
pouring a cup for Spike. He curls up close as he can, wrapping one arm
around his shoulder and pulling him to lay on his chest. With the other
hand he holds the cup to Spike's lips. 
"There now. I didn't take too long did I?' He speaks sing song soft. 
Spike smiles. 
"No. Not too long. I love you, did I tell you that in the past five
minutes? Well I should have." 
"No.." Xander nuzzles into Spike's hair. 
"You didn't, but I forgive you. I love you Spike." Xander carefully
continues to feed Spike. 
"Now we need to get all this down you. Umm...tell me something. Isn't it
better fresh? I mean wouldn't it work better from the body?" Part of the
question Xander wants to ask. Spike nods. 
"Yes, yes it is. The closer to life it is, the more potent the blood is."
 
The arm holding Spike moves him more onto Xander's chest. So it can now
move freely. He strokes Spike's chest lazily. Feeding with one hand, and
stroking with the other. 
"So...would you rather have fresh blood?" Xander asks in his ear.
"No way to do that, luv," Spike says, relaxed and his brain not quite
processing what Xander is suggesting. He drinks some more of the blood. 
"Good job with the flavorings." Xander kisses the top of Spike's head. 
"Same as you asked for-- vanilla and cinnamon. And ..why can't you do
anything? You've done it before." Xander's pulse quickens at his more
blatant suggestion. The rapid pulse thumps in his chest and no doubt can
be heard by his vampire lover. Spike *can * hear Xander's pulse speed up.
 
"Xander...you offering for me to drink from you?" He doesn't want to
weaken Xander but he doesn't want to turn down his offer. It obviously
excites him. 
"Well it is my fault, that you are even like this. If I'd been a little
faster on the uptake, not been so thick about it. I could have stopped
her sooner." Xander's hand stops moving, the other pauses just next to
Spike's mouth. 
"I'm yours. If you need me take me. I chose you." Xander’s solemn words
are carried on heated breath down and over the nape of Spike's neck. 
Spike licks Xander's wrist. 
"I could probably be healed tonight...if we do a few other things first."
His eyes sparkle wickedly. Xander moans softly to the lick at his wrist.
He has so enjoyed taking care of Spike, but to be touched back in even a
small way feels so good. 
"What do you need me to do Spike. You just have to tell me." Xander's
voice has a lust filled soft edge to it. 
"Well..." Spike lips quirk. 
"Blood is more powerful with adrenaline in it. Two ways to get it...fear
and lust." He turns his head to look at Xander. Xander looks with
complete trust at Spike. His still boyish face open and calm looks back
at Spike. 
"Just tell me. I'll do it. For you." Xander pleads.
Spike smiles, carefully, trying not to stretch his lips. 
"Lay back for me, m'boy." He sits up and turns around to face Xander.
Xander sets the cup aside and does as he is told, laying back on the
pillows behind him. Spike unsnaps and unzips Xander's jeans and works
them down and off his legs. Then Spike strokes down Xander's chest and
abs and starts gently stroking with fingertips up and down Xander's cock.
 
"You're absolutely wonderful... offered up to me like this. I don't
bloody deserve it." Xander's head lolls from side to side, his eyes half
open in pleasure. 
"You deserve this and more. I wish I could give you more," Xander says,
his voice grown low and husky. Spike curls his fingertips around Xander
now-erect cock and begins slowly pumping. 
"You're giving me everything I could ever ask for." Xander rocks his hips
up to meet Spike's movements. 
"I want to . I want you. " Xander rasps. The tension of touching and not
being touched had built up in Xander. He had not even realized it, til
Spike licked him. Just this first touch on his cock is already making him
want to push harder, to feel more. 
"Oh..please. Take me. I"m yours. Always." Xander pants, rolling his head
to look at Spike. Spike uses his free hand to stroke over Xander's
body...his abs, his chest, his hips, his thighs. 
"Can't take you yet, luv, need to get healed first. Is my hand enough for
you?" Xander is grateful for any touch. So desperate for touch. He nods
fiercely, throwing his head back. 
"Yes..uhhh.. yesss."
Spike purr-growls at his beautiful boy, squirming so wonderfully for him.
He can't even use his mouth because of the damned split lip. He strokes
harder. 
"My boy. My wonderful boy," he coos. Xander groans and whimpers at
Spike's little names for him. Each one playing over his body just as if
they were Spike's fingers and not just his endearments. He arches his
hips, forcing himself into the channel Spike's hand made for him. The
friction, coupled with those words, and he could already fell the pull in
his belly. 
"Ohh. Spike..Oh spike..oh...Spike.." He chants, in halting breaths.
Spike's other hand moves down to cup his balls, fondling and stroking
them, and one finger moves to push against his perineum. He strokes
harder, feeling Xander approaching his completion. 
Xander arches, and cries out. Feeling Spike's hands on him, it rolls over
him in a wave. 
"Spike..please..." He manages to look into Spike's eyes, a pleading hang
in his eyes. Spike feels the sweet power the boy is handing him. He says
softly, "Cum for me, m'boy, please..." 
Xander responds immediately, his body completely at Spike's mercy, giving
in with not a thought passing over his mind. His balls draw up and shoot
out over Spike's hand. His body shakes slightly, with his release. 
"Oh Spike... My Spike. ...Oooooh!" He cries out. Spike strokes Xander,
milking out every last drop from him. He then lowers his head to Xander's
thigh, seeking out the powerful blood vessel pumping there, heavy with
the powerful orgasm-powered blood Spike knew would heal him...the blood
that Xander had offered him. He shifts into gameface and sinks those
ivory fangs into Xander's thigh. It is better than the strongest alcohol,
and he is intoxicated almost immediately as he drinks. He can feel the
power of it spreading through him, warm and wonderful. 
Xander feels Spike's fangs piercing the tender skin of his thigh. He is
barely able to hold himself still, he bites his lip to distract himself
just enough to hold back the pain that will set off Spike's chip. He
makes himself be still and calm. 
Spike makes himself stop before he drains Xander to the point of
weakness, licks the wound closed and moves to lick Xander clean, wanting
everything of Xander's he can have now. He feels the blood moving through
him, pushing his natural healing. His split lips heal, his bruises fade,
his aching side and bruised ribs knit and are made whole again. He moves
up Xander's body til he is covering him and he kisses Xander fiercely and
hungrily. 
Xander is swept up in Spike's attention to him. Feeling his lips, and
tongue over his thigh. His vampire love moving over his body, he lets
Spike take his mouth. Tasting himself there. His blood, his cum. He
pushes his tongue in to find more. Somewhere he still can't believe that
he likes this so much. His hands come up, grabbing at his vampire. He
keeps trying to grab harder, but he feels weak. Feeling so tired. 
Spike feels Xander's weakness, his hesitation. He stops, lifting up.
"Stay here. I'll be back." He goes to the kitchen and comes back with a
sandwich and some orange juice. He grabs Xander and helps him to a
sitting position. 
"Eat. Drink. This is like at the blood center where they tend to you
after you've given blood." He settles in behind Xander, pulling Xander
back a bit to rest against his chest. He wraps a hand around Xander's abs
and gently strokes. Xander manages to sit up, and rest against Spike. 
"I'm sorry. I was supposed to take care of you." Xander says, his body
slightly slumped, looking sad. 
"I wanted to be good for you." He says quietly.
"You *did* take care of me, m'boy. I'm all 'ealed. Good as new. Just eat
and drink. You'll feel better and then we can do all sorts o'perverted
and lovely things to each other." He purrs and nuzzles against Xander's
neck. 
"Perverted?" Xander asks, trying to look at Spike. He remembers why he
feels like he is floating, and starts to eat and drink as he was told.
Smiling at the nuzzling and the wonderful purr at his back. 
"Mmmm.." He groans around his food. Spike smiles and chuckles at Xander's
response. 
"Good lord, but I love you, sweet boy," he says. His other arm comes
around and gently strokes his neck with just his fingertips. Xander
closes his eyes, and nudges toward Spike's touch. 
"Love you." Xander murmurs. Finishing his food and drink. 
"Love being your boy." Xander admits mildly. Spike purrs louder at that.
Xander can feel Spike's cock grown hard against his ass at his words. 
"You don't know what that does to me when you say that." 
Xander leans and puts his plate and glass the side. Then pulls himself up
and kneels in front of Spike, bowing his head, his hands in his lap. 
"I'm your boy? Right?" Xander wants to hear more. He wants to feel what
Spike saying that to him did to him. Makes him feel alive, like tingling
caresses over his body. Who knew words could touch, had substance to be
felt?
Spike reaches out and strokes Xander's cheek. 
"You are my boy. My precious, priceless, darling boy. You make me so
happy. You make me feel like a god, giving me this power over you.
Choosing to give yourself to me. I just want to keep you safe and make
you happy." Spike's words again, a feather’s touch over him. He shivers,
feeling his skin prick up with the sensation. 
"I am safe. I am happy. As long as I can do this for you. Give myself to
you." Xander can barely speak, his revelations being spoken out loud
making him tremble slightly. He's never felt so safe, or in control. He
made this choice, this decision to give himself completely to another.
Someone who he knows loves him. Spike shifts and flows his body against
Xander's, wrapping himself around him, arms and legs, pulling him close
and tight. 
"I accept your gift. You're my boy. Now and forever. I will never let you
go. I will always be there for you." He purrs loudly and kisses all over
Xander's face and then lowers his head, licking over the mark, renewing
the bond between them. Xander melts into Spike. Feeling him lick the mark
his lover made on him. Those shooting electric currents move from his
neck to his cock, make it twitch and start to harden again. 
"Oh Spike. Yes. Oh yes. What did I ever do? How did I ever find you? My
Spike. My Master. My love," Xander whispers, turning his head pushing his
neck further out to Spike.
Spike is hit with a wave of feelings as Xander calls him Master... lust,
possessiveness, love, the desire to take and hold. He licks harder,
pressing his tongue into the marks. 
"It was fate, sweet boy. 'ad to be. You laid out like a sacrifice and me
findin' you and carrying you off. You could 'ave resisted and the chip
would 'ave fired and that would be that. But you didn't. Some part of you
wanted me even then. And some part of me wanted you. It was meant to be,
m'boy. We found each other and we chose each other.
Xander is carried on the truth of Spike's words. He could have fought,
even drunk and made Spike 's chip fire. Hell he could have left anytime
after that. But he really couldn't. This was what he wanted. Maybe what
he had always wanted. To find someone strong enough to hold him in their
heart. Funny that he'd be held in an undead heart. But, that didn't
matter. Maybe it is fate. Things finally falling into place. Oh the
hellmouth? That is never good. Right now Xander doesn't care. He wraps
his arms around Spike, his vampire, and whispers in his ear. "
"Made for you?" Spike strokes Xander gently but firmly, rubbing him,
holding him tight. 
"Yes. Made for me, my boy. Just the right words." He purrs louder still. 
"You are the most delicious and wonderful creature. So brave, so
beautiful, so sweet and giving. I've waited a lifetime to find someone
like you." 
"A lifetime," Xander murmurs. Something in that word bothers him. Worries
him. He cuddles in closer, whimpering softly. Urging Spike to touch
him...in any way. Just wants the continued reassurance. Wants to feel
him. Never wants him to go. A lifetime. Spike had lifetimes yet to live,
time with his vampire would be just a glimmer in such a long life.
Xander's brow knits, and he nuzzles in tighter. 
Spike licks again at the mark. It's instinct, that desire to touch it
again and again, the place of their joining. He is exquisitely sensitive
to the changes in his boy, and he could feel the tension. He lifts his
head and kisses the furrowed brow. 
"What's troubling my sweet boy?" Xander whimpers again at having the
contact between them at that sweet comforting spot broken, if only for a
second. He sighs, he didn't realize Spike could tell he was thinking. Can
he read his thoughts? Is that part of this? No, he tells himself. 
"Spike. What will happen now? I don't mean now, like right now. I mean
now." He gestures as if to a great expanse. 
"You have so long to live...so long to be. But, when I'm old, when I'm
gone. What will you do? Will you remember me?" Xander asks, his heart
fluttering at the thought of being anywhere but where he was right now. 
"Oh...just ...don't. ...I'm sorry. This is just beginning and I'm
skipping to the end.." Xander laughs at himself. 
"I just ..I just can't see a time without you. Don't want to." Xander
offers, his heart clearly laid out for Spike to see.
Spike is stricken by Xander's words. He hadn't thought that far. Hadn't
thought beyond the wonder of now. One of his failings. He considers for a
moment as he goes back to licking the mark, soothing his boy. He lifts
his mouth a few minutes later. 
"There are ways. It's rumored...don't know for sure but it's
rumored...that the mating between a human and a vampire ties the human's
life force to the vampire's. Stops his aging. And if it doesn't..." he
swallows hard. 
"If you really wanted, my boy, I could turn you." 
Xander had not considered that Spike would want to turn him. Hadn't even
considered it. Just jumped ahead to the end. Everything that was ever any
good in his life ended one way or the other. So well skipping right
along, that seemed logical here to. Turned? Spike wants him forever?
Xander curls into Spike...pulling him in tightly, hiding tears in his
eyes. 
Spike wraps Xander to him, crushing him so tightly that he has to loosen
his grip so Xander can breathe. 
"No need to answer now, m'boy. Somethin' to ponder. But...I don't want to
lose you. "
"But would you?" A question with a double meaning. 
"You would want me...forever? Would it be me?" He says more clearly,
putting his hand to the nape of Spike's neck, trying to keep his contact
with his neck. Trying to be ready to hear whatever Spike tells him next.
Spike purrs against the mark on Xander's neck, letting the vibrations hit
the skin. He lifts his mouth just enough to say. 
"Yes, I want you forever. I want you to be with me always." 
Spike wants him forever. He can't believe it. 
"Spike...are you healed? I mean are you ok?" Xander is slightly
desperate, wiggling under Spike as he talks, very fast and excited. Spike
nods and chuckles. 
"Yes, completely 'ealed, perfectly ok. You want something, m'boy?" 
Xander wiggles again, his hardness brushing over Spike's hip as he moves,
eliciting a hiss from his lips. 
"Yes, please...please... Spike...want you. Take me?" Xander begs in
hushed kisses over Spike's face, lips, and neck. His hands are pulling at
Spike's body, wanting him so badly he can't stand it.
Spike reaches for the lube and starts applying some to his cock, stroking
to coat it, then he moves his lubed fingers down between Xander's legs
and presses them against his pucker, sliding them up inside him. 
"Gonna 'ave you ride me, sweet boy. Take your pleasure at your own pace."
He rubs the lubed fingers into him enough to get him slicked and ready,
then takes out the fingers. 
"Lower yourself on me. You can reach back to grab me and guide me in if
you need to, m'boy." 
Xander turns five shades of red. He moves so he is next to Spike, then
straddles him. He feels so vulnerable, sitting on him, nowhere to hide
his face or himself as he delights in Spike's body. He carefully tries to
do as he is told, rising over Spike's cock, but finds quickly that he
doesn't know how to move the right way to do it without touching. He
sighs, a little frustrated with himself, and arches his body to reach
behind him and position Spike's cock at his hole, feeling the little
press there he pushes back to keep from slipping again. The head of
Spike's cock sliding in, the hard burn he feels is less than before. This
seems to feel easier every time. 
The burn is now associated to him with the pleasure to follow. He pushes
further, increasing the pain, but urging faster toward pain’s reward.
Rocking his hips down, he can feel Spike filling him. His blush fades,
but the stinging tingle over his skin of absolute arousal remains, making
his skin seem to buzz with life. Xander closes his eyes and his head
rolls back, as he begins to ride.
Spike groans in pleasure as Xander settles down on him, surrounding his
cock with delicious silky bands of flesh. Xander's weight and the
different position made the contact tighter and deeper. When Xander
closes his eyes Spike moves forward to nip lightly at his neck. 
"Open your eyes, m'boy. Want to see it in your eyes." 
Xander open his eyes, instantly. Dark, black eyes, the irises swallowed
by his passion. His rocks his hips again, rolling further down,
completely seating himself. A soft groan, his brow furrows with the
moment of pleasure pain that hits him. His hands come to rest on Spike's
belly, holding himself steady. He shakes a little as he moves into a slow
rise and fall over Spike's cock. Driving him deeper in, trying to force
Spike inside him, as much physical need as pure hungry desire and want.
The possession of a demon, and loving it. Xander moves faster, harder,
the pain easing into the bright shocks of ecstasy. His breath is becoming
labored and rough. He looks down at his vampire. 
"LLLooove yyoou.." He groans, as best he can, through heated breaths. 
Spike watches Xander as he moves, glancing down at his body but mostly
watching those dark, expressive eyes, seeing every emotion and desire
that flickers through them. Learning his boy, learning the language of
his eyes. He rests his hands on Xander's hips, kneading them, rubbing his
thumbs over Xander's hipbones as he moves. When Xander says he loves him,
Spike gasps at the sheer beauty of this creature that belonged to him.
His boy. 
"Love you, m'boy," he says back, moving in once again to lick the mark on
Xander's neck. He responds to Xander's need, moving his hips upward to
meet Xander's movements, driving deeper and harder into him. 
Xander feels Spike increase his pace. He wraps his arms around Spike's
neck and shoulders, trying very hard not to let his nails dig, and tear.
He uses what hold he allows himself to push down on Spike, rising and
falling with more abandon. Becoming frantic and wild, each hit deep
inside him sending the spark through him that cries out for another
strike. Spike' s attentions to the mark he placed on his body, making him
quiver from the inside out. 
"Plee..ea..se...Ple..a..se.." he begs his words jerking with the force of
each thrust, rolling his head to the side. Spike can feel Xander growing
closer and closer. Xander's body is so responsive, so open. He whispers, 
"Cum, m'boy, cum for your Master," as he shifts into gameface and buries
his fangs into the mark. 
The ache of his climax explodes in a burning shot over their entwined
bodies, long white trails over cool and warm flesh writhing together.
Xander thrusts himself violently down onto Spike, the internal spasms of
his body squeezing Spike's cock. He can't even move for a second, caught
between cock and fangs in an exquisite moment of unrelenting power. The
power of letting go. A scream calls from his lips, unknown to his brain,
all parts of him enjoying this release exclusive of each other. 
Spike's climax comes as Xander clamps down on him, milking him and
coaxing every last drop, it seems, from him. He grips down on Xander's
hips so hard that he knows he will leave bruises. As Xander's
contractions finally cease Spike lifts his fangs, licking the mark closed
again. He knows the more he bites, the more sensitive the mark will be.
The more they will be attuned. He wants this, wants to know his boy, know
every quiver, every expression. 
Xander's body starts to relax, starts to come back down from his
Spike-induced high. He settles almost boneless, arms and legs wrapped
around him, drawing a deep breath and sighing. 
"Oh, god Spike. The things you do to me. The things I want you to do to
me." Raising his head to look at Spike, he just looks at him, takes in
every line, every flaw, every inch of skin and bone, every ridiculously
blonde strand of hair, holding each as a vision, something dear.
Something that someday might be his forever. His dark eyes, hold Spike
more tenderly than the arms that embrace him ever could. 
"My vampire." He says wistfully, and light, a smile further touching
those eyes. Spike purrs and coos at that tone, those words, that light in
Xander's eyes. 
"Yes I am," he coos. "*Your* vampire." He strokes gently down the side of
Xander's face, tracing his cheekbone, his jaw, then rubbing a thumb over
Xander's lips. Then a bit of mischief lights up in his eyes. 
"You'll 'ave to tell me what you want me to do to you. In detail." He
nips at Xander's throat, not over the mark but at the tender skin at the
hollow. 
"I want to know your every dark little desire." 
Xander nods, and swallows hard. Not sure he could put voice to most of
the things that have run through his mind in the last few days. He just
curls into Spike, sliding himself off of him carefully to lay next to
him. 
"I just want to be yours. In every way. Don't know how much it has to do
with you being a vampire. Don't care now. After what you did for me."
Remembering Buffy, he winces, so glad he was able to help take all that
away for Spike. 
"I just don't want to ever see you like that again. Not for me. I’d die
not to see that." Xander says stroking Spike's cheek with the back of one
strong hand. Spike lays down and snuggles in close to Xander. 
"I'd do it again. And more. You don't know 'ow much I'd go through for
you, m'boy." He gently brushes the mark with a fingertip. 
" *This* means something from me. It's a commitment. It means I would die
to protect you. You are mine." Xander's skin tickles and reacts to his
touch. 
"And what if I don't want you to? What if I don't want you to risk
anything like that again. Not for me. Not ever." Xander says,
impassioned. He can't stand the thought that he would ever be the cause
of any pain for him. He looks long and hard into Spike's eyes. 
"I couldn't live with it," He says simply. Spike pulls Xander to him even
tighter. 
"And I couldn't live with the thought of you bein' 'urt. I'm a vampire,
I'll heal. Not letting you get maimed or killed if I can protect you. So
we'd best just try to make sure we don't 'ave to do anything dire, yes?" 
Xander decides to relent, he knows the truth. He knows himself what he
would do. No need to argue. Spike was right, best to keep from things
than worry about them. 
"I'm glad I could help you. I'm glad that a part of me, is inside you.
Forever." Xander says with a broad grin. Spike returns the grin and
kisses Xander, stroking the mark again. 
"Same to you." He threads his hands in Xander's thick mop of hair. 
"So...more debauchery or should we talk about more serious things? Like
going back to finish talking to your friends?" 
Xander groans, and drops his head to the pillows. 
"I don wanna talk about my friends." He whines, then laughs. 
"But I suppose we need to. You know Buffy isn't going to let this die
right? Anya's reaction was just a blessing. I don't know about the rest,
but...I'm mad as hell at all of us I guess. For the same reasons. We all
let her do that to you. We all didn't notice what she did to you before
that to. Oh god Spike I'm so sorry." Xander rubs at Spike's cheek, a
desperation in his gesture.
Spike puts his hand over Xander's and nuzzles his cheek into Xander's
hand, then kisses the palm. 
"I'm a vampire, Xander. And after Angel, none of you really wanted to
trust a vampire again. You let me 'elp, you tolerated me, more or less,
but you didn't want to be involved with me. Didn't want me to disappoint
you and turn on you the way Angel did. And Buffy...she made sure none of
you knew she was fucking me. I was her little dirty secret. I let 'er
because I was just so fucking desperate to be needed. To be touched. I
don't blame you, Xander. Everything you've ever experienced tells you not
to trust me. Tells you I can't feel or love." 
"Doesn' t make it right. Judging you. Even after all the things you've
done to help us. Doesn't it prove you're more. More than Angel or Buffy.
You don't have a soul to force you to do things. Or a calling. You have
yourself. What you want and what you *feel*. I know I didn't see it
before. But I felt something for you, and what you did before all this. I
thought it was annoyance, or something, but when you left after living
with me....I missed you. I know that sounds stupid and makes me look
really unworthy now...but it's true. I can't tell you what any of the
rest of them think...I don't care. I just know that as far as I feel. We
were wrong. I was wrong. I wish so much, I had known. That I could have
seen." Xander rolls closer to Spike, tucking his face into Spike's neck
trying to hide his shame, and plead for the continued love of his
vampire. 
Spike strokes through Xander's dark hair and kisses the top of his head. 
"I don't want to live in the past, Xander. What matters is now. Now you
love me, and I love you, and nothing that 'appened before is important
now. Not for us. And we just 'ave to convince the others, right?" 
Xander burrows softly into Spike's neck, kissing gently. 
"I'm glad you feel that way. I just wish I deserved it." Xander whimpers
into his hiding place. Spike keeps stroking Xander. 
"You do deserve it. Look 'ow far you've come in three days. And you make
me 'appy. I am 'appier than I've been in a 'undred years." 
Xander moves, sitting up to look at Spike. 
"I wish I could believe that. That you do is great. But I'm probably
going to spend the rest of whatever life I have trying to make it up to
you." Xander leans and kisses Spike softly. Spike's eyes glow. 
"Ohhh....I'm sure I can think of some things for you to do...." 
Xander's serious mood broken, he smiles. 
"You know...I'm pretty sure you could." 
"That's better," Spike smiles and kisses Xander. 
"So...ready to go face the firing squad again?" 
Xander sighs, "If I have to." 
"No, we don't 'ave to. We can stay here in this apartment and fuck each
other silly. But eventually you 'ave to deal with them." Xander nods,
defeated. 
"You're right...I know. But...um, can we do that other thing later?" He
giggles. Spike chuckles. 
"Anytime you want, m'boy." And he kisses him hard and climbs out of the
bed. He starts pulling on clothes. 
"We'll 'ave to go to Buffy's 'ouse, y'know." 
Xander swallows and nods, getting up to pull his own clothes on. "God
help us all. She's not going to be much with the being pleasant
thing either. But I meant what I said. One hand. Just one." Xander holds
up his own in demonstration. Spike chuckles. 
"I love you." Xander laughs in spite of himself. 
"I love you too." Finished dressing, he runs his fingers through his
hair, and pulls his shoes on. 
"You ready?" He says, grabbing his keys.
Spike finishes lacing up his Docs and grabs the duster, slipping it on.
"Ready." The two of them head out to the car and soon arrive at Buffy's
house on Revello Drive. 
 

Part 8


Xander takes Spike's hand, walking to the door and knocking. Not
something he usually does but under the circumstances, it seems
warranted. You don't usually just walk into the house of someone whose
life you threatened only hours before. Xander squeezes Spike's hand and
tries to smile for him. 
"Love you," he murmurs.
"Love you," Spike says as Dawn opens the door. She beams big and jumps up
on Spike, hugging him and yelling, "Spike!" Spike wraps his arms around
her with good grace. 
"Niblet," he says. 
"Can we come in?" She motions with her head. 
"Sure!" They all walk inside. There are sounds of someone cooking in the
kitchen. 
"Where's Buff, Dawnie?" Xander asks, as he steps inside, still holding
Spike's hand, drawing some reassurance from the touch. 
"Need to talk to her," He says quietly. 
"Oh, she's upstairs in her room. Want me to go get her?" Dawn answers in
a chipper tone. Xander looks over at Spike, then back to Dawn. 
"Yeah, you probably should," He says flatly, sighing.
Tara can be heard in the kitchen. "No...the salt ..sweetie." Pots and
pans moving. Dawn bounds upstairs. Spike looks over at Xander. 
"Should we go into the kitchen and say hello to the birds?" 
Xander nods, and pulls him by the hand toward the kitchen. Entering the
kitchen, "Hello Willow, Tara." Xander tries to sound happier than he
feels. 
Willow turns around. 
"Hey you two." She looks at Spike. 
"You're looking better." Willow notes. Spike nods. 
"Courtesy of one Xander Harris, yes I am."
Willow smiles, looking back at Xander. 
"So...Xander...when did all this...happen?" Her voice is a mixture of
concerned and sweet and curious and hesitant that is *all* Willow. Xander
squeezes Spike's hand again. This time the smile is genuine. 
"A few days ago." Xander gives his old friend a gentle look, trying to
allay the concern clearly written on her face. 
"I'm ok Willow. Really," He says in a steady voice. 
Tara, moves next to her lover, taking her hand, comforting. 
"You two hungry? We're making enough for an army." She gestures to the
pots on the stove. Spike smiles and nods. 
"Hungry, yes. Pretty sure the lady of the 'ouse won't want us stayin',
though." Tara scrunches up her nose, "Well I'm the cook. So I get to say
who eats and who doesn't." Tara smirks at her own words, crossing her
arms in defiance.
Xander laughs, and smiles warmly at Tara. Sometimes she was so quiet, and
others she had such a spark. Xander could see what his friend saw in her.
Spike chuckles. 
"Well in that case..." He smiles charmingly at Tara. 
"We'd be pleased to, lovely lady." He takes her hand and gently kisses
It. Xander laughs lightly at his vampire's easy way with the little
witch. To think we thought he was such a monster. Xander scolds himself
again. Down the stairs bounds Buffy. Hitting the bottom, arms crossed,
expectant look on her face. 
"Hello Xander, Hello Spike. Get out," She says, her eyes hurling daggers
at them both. 
"Buff.." Xander begins. Cut off by Tara clearing her throat and looking
at Willow pointedly.
Willow begins, a little hesitantly, but her voice getting stronger as she
goes. 
"Tara and I have invited them for dinner." 
Buffy gives a put-upon sigh. 
"So now we are feeding the evil wonder at the dinner table? Oh and I
suppose death threats are a great precursor to dinner invitations as
well." Buffy glares at the redhead. 
"Look, Buffy, we came to talk to you...to all of you." Gestures to the
others. 
"I didn't want to leave things the way we did." Xander unconsciously puts
himself between Buffy and Spike. Spike smiles inwardly at Xander's
gesture and places a hand on Xander's shoulder. 
"Yeah. We need to work things out." Dawn comes in behind Buffy. "Why
don't you want Spike and Xander staying for dinner?" 
Buffy turns around to glare at her little sister, "Well, Dawnie. See
Spike here." Pointing at Spike. 
"Well he's a vampire, and me I'm a vampire slayer." She looks in Dawn’s
eyes, grabbing both shoulders. 
"These are so non mixy things." Speaking to Dawn as if a little child.
Xander snorts, knowing that Dawnie was not one to put up with that shit. 
Dawn shoots back, "Oh yeah, but he's good enough to do patrols with you,
and to watch after me when you're worried about things. But he's not good
enough to eat dinner with?" 
"Buutttt heeee's eevviiill.." Buffy whines. Trying to make her poor
affeced little sister understand. She glares at Spike. Guess he got to
her too. 
"Umm. Buffy. I wanna speak to you outside. Now." Xander finally says, in
the same voice his threat had been issued in. Good reason for that
too--he is just about as mad. 
Dawn pushes Buffy's hands off her. 
"Yeah. Go talk with Xander. Maybe he can talk some sense into you." She
goes over to stand by Spike. Xander heads out the back door onto the
porch, his arms crossed over his chest. Buffy follows a step behind. 
"Xander I dunno what the hell is going on with all this. He's done
something to you. I don't care what Giles says." Buffy stares intently at
Xander. 
"Well you may not care what Giles says, or believe the truth but you
better believe this...I love him. I love him and you are either going to
deal with that or stay the hell away from us." Xander lets his ultimatum
lie between them. Buffy scowls down her little pug nose at him. 
"Xander, he is an evil thing. A thing. How can you love a thing?" She
asks, dropping her voice. Now it's Xander's turn to shoot daggers at
Buffy.
"A thing? Was he a thing when you were fucking him and beating the
shit out of him for fun?" Xander snarls in a low voice, in deference to
those in the house. Disgusted, he brushes past her and heads back into
the house. 
"Just stay the hell away Buffy. You leave us alone and we'll leave 
you alone," He says, finally just tired and ashamed of the whole thing.
He doesn't stop to turn around, just heads back into the house. From just
past the edge of the manicured little yard, a dark brooding figure looms.
 
Inside the house, Spike and Dawn are setting the table and she looks up
at Xander as he comes back in. 
"Ok, Xander, is Spike joking with me? You two are like a couple?" 
Xander's anger is not toward Dawn and he quickly pulls it back from his
eyes before looking at her. 
"Yeah, Dawnie. You could say that. I love Spike." Xander looks at Spike,
more meaning in his eyes, than those simple words convey. 
Dawn's eyes get big. 
"Wow. That's...wow." She looks back at Spike. Spike smiles. 
"Yes, I love Xander too." Dawn looks back and forth between the two of
them. 
"So like, you guys are gay now? All the cool people are gay. I wanna be
gay too." Xander laughs mildly at the girl. Why is it children can view
the world with such open minds? 
"Yeah, I can't speak for Spike, but I can safely I never want to be with
another woman. So yeah...guess that makes kinda gay doesn't it?" Musing
more to himself than really answering her question. Yeah Alexander Harris
was of the gay. That doesn't actually sound as bad as he thought it
might. 
Spike beams over at Xander at his answer. He looks at Dawn. 
"And Xander is it for me from now on...so yes, gay." 
Dawn chuckles. 
"So is Buffy upset 'cause you're gay, Xander, or 'cause you're with
Spike? Really, I should be upset with both of you, 'cause I've kinda had
crushes on you both, but at least I know you're not gonna come around
kissing other girls." 
Dawn chuckles. "So is Buffy upset 'cause you're gay, Xander, or 'cause
you're with Spike? Really, I should be upset with both of you, 'cause
I've kinda had crushes on you both, but at least I know you're not gonna
come around kissing other girls." 
Xander decides bashing Dawn’s sister is not the way to go. He does
however give a knowing look to Spike, before answering Dawn. 
"Buffy, I think, is a little confused about all this. We'll just have to
see how it works, ok Dawnie?" Xander puts on his best Xan-man grin for
her. Tara calls from the kitchen, "Dinner's ready. I don't see Buffy
outside. Was she going somewhere?" Tara comes into the dining room. 
"She was upset. Maybe she went for a walk or a patrol?" Xander offers,
figuring if she can't beat up Spike she's probably going to go get her
rocks off killing something else, but he isn't about to say that in front
of Dawn.
Buffy stands in the yard, the cool night air pooling around her. She
inhales deeply. Her anger is boiling in her gut and she is just waitng
for the right simmer to go in that house and stake the blonde wonder.
Xander will just have to get over it. 
"Hello Buffy." A low melodic voice speaks smoothly from behind her. She
whirls quickly, eyes scanning to see who could have gotten so close
without her sensing them. "Angel!" She exclaims, running to the dark
figure now emerging from the shadows at the side of the yard. A cool
smile crossed the vampire’s lips. 
 
"I came as quickly as I could." Angel said, taking her offered hug with
some detachment, setting her away from him after their cursory embrace. 
"Yeah, your childe, one William the Bloody Blonde disaster, is pulling
something. I just know it." Buffy huffs, crossing her arms over his tiny
frame. Angel chuckles. 
"Will can be a bit of handful." Catching his slip of tongue, he coughs,
quickly covering. 
"I think we should go for a walk. You tell me what has been going on,"
Angel offers with the charm and beauty for which he had been named in his
smile. The one with the angelic face, "Think we should be alone for the
details. That way we can think," and the devil underneath. Eyes flash
gold as he puts an arm around Buffy, leading her off into the night for a
little chat about her...and his boy.
Willow taps Xander to help her carry out the food and everyone gets
settled around the table. They all link hands to silently thank whoever
they want to give thanks to for being together and having this meal, and
then there is a flurry of activity as food is grabbed and passed and
plates are filled. 
After everybody has gotten some food down them, the conversation starts.
Willow looks over at Xander. 
"So, Xander...after Buffy left the Magick Box this afternoon, we talked
to Giles a little more about this claiming bite thing. Sounds pretty
serious." 
Xander blushes a little at the mention of something he really considers
completely private. Not to mention the things that had surrounded him
having the mark. He adjusts his collar as it was rubbing distractingly at
said spot on his neck. The mark can be plainly seen when he adjusts. 
"Umm..well it is complicated...I um..I guess." Xander tries, looking to
Spike for help.
Spike looks steadily at Willow. 
"It means I'll protect him. No matter what. And other vamps should leave
him alone unless they want me to 'unt them down and kill them. Given my
rep... 'e's pretty safe from vamps now. And any demons sensitive enough
to scent the mark. It's a serious thing...not done on a bloody lark." 
Willow smiles and nods. 
"Yeah, Giles said that. He also said, though...it was kinda like you were
claiming him as belonging to you?" At this Spike looks a little abashed
and glances over at Xander. My turn, Xander thinks, his mild fading blush
returning with amazing brightness. 
"Umm..I..." Xander stops and swallows, and breathes a deep sigh, letting
all that little-girl tension flow out. 
"We chose each other Willow," Xander says simply. 
"I am a part of Spike, and he is a part of me." That about covers it,
Xander thinks. No need to go into how much control he's given Spike, or
how much he wants to be back home showing Spike just how much he belongs
to him.
Willow lets out a relieved breath. 
"Ok. Good. I just...I just wanted to be sure you were happy...that this
wasn't some sort of rebound from Anya thing. You're my best friend, and I
worry about you." She reaches over and grabs Xander's hand. 
"I'm really happy for both of you." 
Spike smiles. He ignores the unspoken question...had Spike taken
advantage of an emotionally fragile Xander? Willow is being more fair and
open than he had expected and she had every right to be concerned. 
Xander smiles, and reaches for Spike's hand, giving it a squeeze. 
"No Willow, no rebound Anya thing. Things with Anya were probably really
over long before now. I just couldn't see them. Couldn't see a lot of
things." His eyes are set on Spike as he speaks to his friend. 
"But now I can see. I can see everything." Xander looks at Willow. "I'm
all-seeing Xander now." He chuckles softly. Tara leans on her
lover, putting an arm around her waist, with a soft coo. She recognizes
the little things new lovers do, the touches the looks, and it makes her
want to be closer to her own love. 
Spike slides his hand over underneath the table and rests it on Xander's
knee. 
"Thank you, Willow. Thank you, Tara." He could recognize Tara's soft
unspoken approval. Of all of them, she was the one he had been sure from
the start would accept them as they were. Dawn looks around the table. 
"This is so *cool*! You guys are like engaged, only not, since you can't
get married. Wow. So are you like living in the crypt? And Xander, you
like let Spike actually bite you? Was it like in the movies and
everything?" She is fairly bouncing with excitement. 
Xander smiles to the two witches. He's also acknowledged the quiet
acceptance and is greatly relieved. Dawn's excitement is almost
contagious. Xander can feel it seeping into him, despite the great
looming badness that is Buffy right now. And where was she by the way? He
may have told her to stay away, but he is sure she would have come home
to run them off by now. He sets aside his concern. Buffy is a big girl,
and a mean one, Mr.Grinch..she'd be home when she got home. 
"Well Dawnie, there is a sort of wedding thing...." Xander begins,
cutting his eyes, to Spike, a leering smile on his lips. Buffy and Angel
walk toward the cemetary where Spike's crypt is housed. Buffy is not
really paying attention, too busy giving Angel the play by play of what
she knows of Xander and Spike. 
"So he's got this big nasty mark on his neck, Giles says it's a claiming
mark or something, and what is that anyway? So then Spike growls at me.
*Fangless* growls at me." Buffy's warbling away to Angel's grating-nerved
annoyance. Stopping a few hundred feet from Spike's crypt, Angel crosses
his arms and looks down on the tiny girl. So little, so much strength in
something so small and fragile. It's just not right, Angel thinks. 
"Well, Spike boy has taken a claim. Yes, you are right to worry. Right to
call me." Angel steps closer, putting his large powerful hands on Buffy's
shoulders, and looking into her eyes. 
"Well you were right to call old Angel. That would have been the right
thing to do. Thing is...Angel isn't home." Demonic golden eyes flash, but
the scream never leaves her lips. Angelus smiles, demon to the fore. 
"No. No pretty slayer. Not dead yet. Just quiet. Not quite done with you
yet." 
Back at the house, Spike chuckles. 
"Yes there is. Only we'll likely need some help from Willow and Tara to
pull it off since Xander doesn't have fangs. And yes, he *actually* let
me bite him." Several times. And probably again later tonight, unless I
miss my guess, Spike thinks, gently massaging Xander's knee and then
working up a bit onto his thigh. Dawn's eyes get wider still. 
"Cool. So could you like bite me, if I let you?" Spike nearly chokes on a
bite of food. 
"I *could*, Niblet, but it's not gonna happen." Dawn pouts and stamps her
foot. 
"I *never* get to do anything fun." 
Xander takes a big drink from his glass at the thought of Spike biting
Dawn. Oh that is just so wrong. Xander shakes his head, chuckling. 
"Hey, get your own vamp. This one's mine," Xander says, leaning over to
kiss Spike sweetly. 
"And yes, you just might," he whispers too low for anyone but Spike to
hear. Xander moves his legs further apart at Spike's roving hand. 
Spike supresses a wicked impulse to lick Xander's mark when he leans over
to kiss him. But he raises one eyebrow at Xander's whisper to show he
heard before he turns back to Dawn. She is still pouting. 
"Oh, yeah, right. There *are* no other vamps like Spike." 
Spike chuckles and nods his head towards her. 
"Glad to 'ear you've got taste, Niblet." 
Xander grins, hearing his lover’s chuckle. He loves that sound. Spike
sounding happy. 
"Sorry Dawnie. I've got the one and only. And I'm soooo not sharing."
Xander puts his hand on Spike's knee, giving it a squeeze. 
Willow chuckles and then gets up to go get dessert. She sees where
the boys' hands are and she leans down and whispers in Xander's ear. 
"Impressionable teenager in the room." 
Spike chuckles and moves his hand off Xander's thigh. That is, until
Willow sits back down again, then it goes back, only higher up. 
Xander whimpers very slightly when Spike moves his hand, coughing to
cover his automatic response to being separated from Spike. When Spike
puts his hand back, Xander smiles and even scoots his chair a little
closer to Spike, leaning forward a little closer to the table to cover
the sight over roving hands. He leans on his elbows and only gives Spike
a look to show he has other ideas besides dessert, before looking back at
his friends, and appearing to enjoy his time at dinner. Appearing to, to
all but Spike, who would not doubt feel the beginning bulge only a few
inches from his hand.
Spike can smell and feel Xander's growing arousal. His eyes twinkle as
he's fairly certain Xander won't manage to last until they get back to
the apartment. The only question is where and when he's going to need
relief. He moves his hand just a hair further up and rubs one finger
slowly up and down along the inner thigh. 
Tara helps Willow passes out slices of chocolate pudding pie to everyone,
giving Willow a sweet little kiss as she sets hers in front of her.
Xander dives in to his, chocolate and all, but keeps stealing glances at
Spike. Those fingers make him want so very badly to be anywhere, alone
with him. Chocolate pie be damned. He wants his vampire. Now. Wonder how
Spike would taste dipped in chocolate? He nearly coughs up a lung at that
thought and his cock nearly tries to jump out of his pants. Laughing at
himself, he tries to finish his pie.
Spike finishes his pie, still doing evil things with his hand on Xander's
thigh, when suddenly he stretches and reaches for his duster. 
"Feel a sudden need to smoke, ladies. Think I'll take a little walk
outside." He looks over at Xander with a mischievous gleam in his eyes. 
Xander is up so fast he nearly knocks his chair over. 
"Umm, need some air. Some fresh air. Yeah. Just be going with Spike
then." Xander stammers, putting his chair to rights, and moving very
quickly to follow Spike. 
Spike walks out into the yard, hearing Xander follow him, and makes for
the tentative shelter of darkness under some trees, screened from view of
other yards by fences and shrubbery. He turns to look at Xander, and
licks his lips, briefly considering what they can do here out in the
open. 
Xander can't get one thought out of his head. He hopes there is enough
chocolate left in his mouth to test something out. He steps up 
to Spike, and looks him in the eyes only for a moment. The next second
finds him on his knees at Spike's feet, working the belt and zipper of
Spike's pants, looking up at Spike through the dappling of pale
moonlight. His dark puppy dog brown eyes shine back at Spike, under cover
of thick dark lashes. A pleading shows in the vision of his upturned
face. He whispers one word, 
"Please."
Spike reaches down to stroke Xander's face. 
"Oh, my wonderful boy... you're a pretty sight, there on your knees.
Yes." 
Xander grins like a puppy with a bone, pun intended. He pulls Spike free
of his pants, and happily dives right in, this time *very* careful of his
teeth, and trying to hold down his confidence over his budding skills. He
laves and licks Spike's cock, dipping into the slit and pulling back to
smack his lips. Chocolate Spike...he grins and dives in again. A suction
is being created with each pull of Xander's mouth. Xander's tongue swirls
and licks, as if Spike's cock really is made of chocolate, careful of the
*teeth*, making yummy little noise as he enjoys *his* dessert. Those
sweet brown eyes looking up all the time trying to speak to his Master,
his vampire. 
Spike threads his hands in Xander's hair and whispers soft and husky, in
a steady stream of words and sounds," Mmmm *moan* Oh. Yesss.
Nice...tongue. There. Yes. Oooo. Soft. Hot. Those eyes. Those beautiful
eyes. Want you right now, your cock, your body, under me, now, oh sweet
boy, yes, oh, god, more, fuck...." 
Xander smiles with his eyes at Spike's words, taking them as cues to his
actions. Trying very hard to take all of Spike in, he presses carefully,
and moves back, swallowing to overcome his gag. He knows he can do this.
He closes his eyes now and tries again. This time he manages to time it
right, his swallow just as the press to the back of his throat comes. It
may not have been the best deep throat ever, but it is Xander's first.
His tongue is still, and he kind of hangs there for a second before he
moves, feeling the need to breathe. He draws back, leaving Spike's cock
drool-covered, as his jaw muscles contract, he slides to the tip and
licks, relaxing for a second, before diving back down again, doing his
little trick again. Easier, pull back and a third, this one the best of
the three. 
Spike is amazed by Xander's first successful attempt at deep throating.
That he would even try it again, and here in these less-than-comfortable
conditions, gratifies him. The next one catches him by surprise, and the
third undoes him. He tightens his hands in Xander's hair and releases,
shooting cool liquid down the back of Xander's throat. 
Xander sputters and coughs at Spike's release, but to his credit is able
to finish and keep from hitting Spike one time with his teeth. Xander
pulls back and licks Spike's cock gently clean, the flavor of him mixing
with what is left of his dessert. Hmmm...He humms happily. He looks up at
Spike with bright shining eyes once more, grinning that big dopey grin
that is so well, Xander. A happy Xander. 
"Yours?" He asks softly, still on his knees, exposed to all the world and
laying himself at Spike's feet. 
Spike bends down and gently kisses Xander and then licks over the mark. 
"Mine. *My* boy." He grabs Xander by the arms and stands him up gently
and turns him around, snaking both arms around his waist. He undoes and
unzips his pants, pulling his cock free, and starts stroking his cock in
long, steady strokes. He slides Xander's pants down further and then
Xander can feel cool lube being squirted onto him, as Spike rubs his
hard-again cock into the lube and starts pressing into him. He pulls
Xander tight against him, sliding slowly deeper and deeper into him, and
whispers, 
"My boy. Mine. They could walk out that door at any minute but you don't
care, do you?" 
Xander groans, Spike's attack on his body making his shiver with the
intensity of it. 
"N-nn-noo," He says, arching his neck back toward Spike, feeling him take
him like this, making his climax already imminent. 
"Oh...no...no...anything for you...anything..." Xander whimpers, his
breaths catching with Spike's movements into him.
Spike can feel him drawing close. This is both a reward and a challenge
for Xander. Spike wants him to have a release after that exquisitely
beautiful act of submission. So he whispers low, "Anything? Then cum for
me, m'boy... right now." 
Xander feels just a hint of panic. He wants so much to please Spike. His
heart becomes a double time drum. The surge of adrenaline he feels is the
push he needs. He' s over the edge and biting his lip through to
bleeding, trying not to scream, as his body forces itself to comply with
Spike's demand. Breathing hard and fast through clenched teeth. Xander's
seed spills over Spike's hand. He slumps, his knees buckling slightly, as
he fights to stay where he is, wanting to feel Spike fill him. 
That doesn't take much longer. Spike thrusts hard and fast a few more
times into Xander, picturing him again kneeling in the moonlight, and
that combined with the thrill of possibly being caught is enough to bring
him to completion. He bathes Xander's insides with cool liquid and then
pulls out, helping Xander right himself before leaning him against a tree
for support while he puts himself away. 
Xander pants and is grateful for the tree Spike put him next to. He
closes his eyes and his head rolls back against the rough bark. Good
tree, nice tree, just need to keep the knees up now. Xander tells
himself. 
"Oh god...Spike. You sure you're not trying to kill me?" Xander huffs
with a gentle laugh. Spike comes over and presses against Xander, kissing
him roughly. 
"I'm sure. You don't look dead, anyway. Just in need of a little nap.
Wanna go 'ome and nap?" Raised eyebrow. 
"Or get in bed, at least?" 
Xander draws in a breath, steadying himself. 
"We have to go back in at least," He manages before panting again. 
"Rest a minute, luv. 'ere." Spike slips out of his duster and pulls out
his cigarettes and lighter. He spreads his duster on the ground. 
"Lay down. Catch yer breath." 
Xander gets a kind of look of wonder on his face. Spike. Spike just put
his beloved duster on the ground for me? Xander's eyes grow wide. He
comes off the tree in a shot, picking up the duster and shaking off the
leaves that got on it. Dusting it off carefully, he holds it out for
Spike. 
"I'm ok," He says quietly. Wanting to be smaller, feeling like he must
have looked like a real wussy for Spike to do that. Must have looked like
he was going to fall over from getting fucked. Great. His eyes try to
find something interesting on the ground. Spike pulls him close. 
"I love you. Wanted to show you that. You mean more to me than anything.
*Anything*." 
Xander looks up at Spike, that same look of wonder. 
"I love you, but you don't have to do things like that for me." He looks
away again. "You shouldn't," He says to the shadows around them.
"Don't 'ave to." Spike pulls his face around and looks in his eyes. 
"Any more than you 'ad to fall on your knees for me. But I wanted to Yer
used to people putting you last, m'boy. I won't. Ever." 
Xander looks into those clear blue eyes. He can see the truth of the
words. He wants to do these things for Spike. He just doesn't think he is
worth anyone doing something like that for. 
"I love you." Xander says not just as a statement of adoration, but a
need is hung on it as well. 
"I love you," Spike says. 
"You're the most treasured person ever in my life. Don't let anyone ever
make you think less of yourself." 
Xander pulls himself into Spike, feeling his cool body as a soothing
reminder of the one he loves. He lets himself relax and really hear
Spike's words. 
"So you better take your treasure back in the house, or they're going to
the think we have run off," Xander says lightly. Spike smiles. 
"Let's go then." He walks back slowly, his arm around Xander's waist.
Xander puts his arm across Spike's shoulder and heads back into the
house, to see his friends and he hopes to all heaven that no one was
looking out the windows.
They get back in the house and the girls are sitting in the living room.
They giggle. Willow says, "Spike, so *how* many cigarettes did you have?"
To which Xander instantly turns bright flaming red. Pretense goes right
the hell out the window with that one. Spike clears his throat. 
"Three." He says flatly.
Dawn blinks. "Must be really windy. You don't even smell like cigarette
smoke." If Xander turns any redder, his head will explode. 
"Ok..umm. Home we go now. I think," Xander drones out, trying to head for
the front door.
Spike grabs him by the shoulder as Willow says, "How about the Bronze?
There's supposed to be a good band playing tonight." 
To which Xander groans as he knows what is coming next. From all times
the gang ever went to the Bronze...somehow Spike always found himself
there. Why would tonight be any different? 
Spike grins. 
"Bronze sounds good. C'd use a drink." Dawn claps her hands. 
"YAY!" 
Willow looks over. 
"*You're* not going. We're dropping you off at Sharon's on the way." 
Dawn stamps her foot. 
"No fun, I tell you, no fun EVER." 
Xander turns and tries his best ‘Xander just go along with it’ smile.
"Ok, Bronze it is then."
They pile into cars and stop to drop off Dawn and a short while later
they are at the Bronze. The band is indeed good and the girls have
managed not to make any more jokes about the backyard. Spike comes back
from the bar with drinks for everyone and slides in next to Xander. 
"Thank you Spike," Tara says quietly, ducking her head shyly, before
sipping her drink. Xander gives Spike a small kiss, and a warm smile. At
least he is with Spike. He really wants to be at home with Spike. But
that can wait. They have time. 
"Thanks, Spike," Xander says. 
In the shadows off to the side, someone is watching the little group of
Ex- Slayerettes and one very out of place vampire enjoying their little
evening out. A low growl could have been heard had anyone been listening
over the music and the distractions of both drink and dancing that
surround him. A little longer. Then he will make his approach. Always a
good thing to know your prey before you pounce. He knows what he wants
and how to get at it. He just has to get past his childe to do it. Once
done, and this ridiculous claiming is eliminated, Spike will come back to
his senses. And if he doesn't, Angelus won't leave any sense for him to
come back to. A wry smile twists the vampire’s lips. Time to come home,
William.
Spike settles back, sipping at his Jack Daniels and waiting for a decent
interval to pass before he could properly slip out with Xander and go
home. He doesn't want to cut Xander off from his friends, and it would be
all too easy to do with his need to have his boy. Besides...he has to
admit, it was nice to be invited for a change. He leans over and wraps
his arm around Xander, pulling him just a little closer. 
Xander leans into Spike's pull, and smiles. This isn't so bad. He is out
with the man he loved, his friends. The band is good, and well he is
having fun. But, as we all know into every life a little rain must fall.
Especially when you live on the damned hellmouth. Angelus takes his steps
toward the group, letting the tinest pull of blood tip his childe to his
presence. Spike's head whips around. 
"Angel!" He calls out a trifle too loud. He instinctively moves himself
to block access to Xander as much as possible. Not that he really thinks
Angel is a threat...but Angel, or rather Angelus, still has a claim on
Spike and his body is acting on demon instinct rather than rational
thought. 
Angel steps from the last shadow, a pleasant smile on his face. He
regards his child coolly. 
"Hello Spike." Xander has to pick his jaw up off the ground, and is not
exactly comforted that Spike feels the need to get between him and
Deadboy. 
"Uh hum, and the what?" Xander so eloquently spits out.
Spike looks up at Angel. 
"Buffy's not 'ere, y'know. 'aven't seen her since earlier this evening.
She's likely out on patrol." 
Angel chuckles softly. 
"Not here to see Buffy. Although she was the bearer of some good news."
Angel looks over at Xander. 
"Seems you have a very good reason to be out celebrating."
Spike looks at Angel. 
"Buffy called you then. Still doesn't explain why you're 'ere. Not like
you've given a rat's arse before about anything about me." 
"I *don't * give a rat’s ass about you Spike. But Buffy's worried that
you are up to something. And I wouldn't be surprised, so she asked me to
come check this *claiming* out. To make sure of what you are doing with
the Harris boy," Angelus explains in as mild and even as tone as
possible, keeping the demon carefully in check. Couldn't tip his hand
now. Better to do this cleanly. Angelus is ready to howl, rending and
tearing. To have all this put to rights, but this is better. He'd dealt
with one misstep on his property tonight, and dealing with the second is
fast approaching, while teaching his unruly and unmannered childe a
lesson.
Spike growls low. 
"You gave up the right to 'ave anything to do with me when you walked out
a 'undred years ago. Go back to L.A., Angel." 
Angelus leans in close to Spike, so he is the only one who can hear the
conversation. 
"Look you do this and Buffy's off your back, and his." Casting a little
glance in Xander's direction, then back to Spike. 
"I go back and tell her you refused and well...probably won't be easy for
either of you here in old Sunnydale, now will it?" Angelus retakes his
position a step or two away from Spike, crossing his arms, one hand to
his chin.
Xander is none too pleased with any of this. He tries to peek around
Spike as Angel talks, trying to hear what is said. He squeezes Spike's
hand, trying to get his attention and make him understand how much this
bothers him. Spike sighs, resigned. 
"What do you need to do?" He drones out. 
Xander eyes shoot wide. 
"What? What in the hell is going on? I am not a child. We are together
Deadboy. I've already told Buffy to stay away from us. Why are you
considering this? What did he say to you?" Xander is fast becoming
unbelievably pissed off at both vampires. Xander looks at Spike, needing
an answer. Angelus remains in his Angel guise, giving a knowing
thoughtful look to Xander then meeting Spike's eyes again carefully, as
if to say look how upset he is already. 
Spike turns around and pulls Xander close, whispering. 
"Angel says this will get Buffy off our backs. You know how much she
trusts Angel."
Xander thinks about this for a minute. 
"I don't care about Buffy." Xander says, now looking at Angel. Angel
supresses his amusement, and tries to affect a mild and serious look.
Spike sighs. 
"But it would make life so much easier." Xander thinks about Buffy's
previous successful attempts to make their life difficult already, aside
from Deadboy here being called. He looks at Spike, considers. Spike wants
this. He wants things to be better. Xander sighs and nods. 
"Ok. Spike," Is all he says and squeezes his hand again. 
Spike kisses him soundly and tenderly, not caring who is watching. 
"I love you, m'boy," he whispers. He looks back at Angel. 
"I ask again, what do we need to do?" 
Angelus nearly loses the tentative hold he has on control right there and
then, watching this exchange. He shoves his demon down one more time, and
smiles. 
"Just need to have a private little chat with the boy," Angel says matter
of fact. Willow speaks up. 
"I was going to suggest coming back to the house for movie night. Why
don't we go on and Angel and Xander can catch up?" Spike struggles for a
moment, and then nods. 
"Ok." He looks at Xander. 
"Will you be ok?" Spike asks.
Xander steadies the unnerved feeling that settles in his gut. He doesn't
trust Angel, and doesn't like that he going to be left alone with him. He
looks at Spike. But he trusts Spike, and maybe just like Spike, Angel
deserves the benefit of the doubt. Xander kisses Spike softly and looks
up at Angel. 
"Ok, let's talk," He says flatly.
Angel slides in on the side Willow had been on, next to Xander. Spike
leans over and kisses Xander, stroking his face and then down across the
mark. 
"See you in a little while." 
Xander leans into Spike's touch, and smiles, eased some by Spike. 
"Ok. Be careful. Love you." Xander coos. Angelus watches this play out
and has to turn away, appearing to be looking at something across the
room for a second to hide the glint of gold he can feel rising to his
eyes. Maybe not such a little while, boy, Angelus thinks. 
Spike and the others get up and leave the Bronze, heading back to the
house on Revello Drive. Once there, the argument starts as to what is to
be watched. Willow says, "Steel Magnolias. A classic." 
Tara stands next to Willow. 
"Oh, hunny. That's a good one. Really sad though." She says in her soft
quiet little voice. 
Spike shakes his head. 
"No chick films. We need a decent movie. I'll head over and get
some of mine and be right back." He shakes his head. Steel
Magnolias....never. 
Tara looks at Spike, "Umm, we could walk you. Well that way you could
kinda walk us too." Tara smiles, with a little laugh. Spike nods. 
"Let's go then. Fine night for a walk." 
Spike and the others leave, headed towards the cemetery. As they are
walking towards Spike's crypt, he can see something odd on the door. A
blob of white and pink in the distance. As they get closer he can see it
is a body. He starts walking faster, then running. 
Hanging from the crypt door, is quite a sight. Although the pose evokes
the obvious symbolism of the crucifixion, it is anything but inspiring.
Inspired? Maybe. Buffy hangs from nails driven through the flesh of her
outstretched upper arms into the door of the crypt. Her head hangs
unnaturally to one side, eyes blank staring. Both feet are nailed
together at the same point to the door as well. Her skin, while
surprisingly still intact, is bruised and torn, no longer the perfect
hard coiled body of a slayer, but the frail broken body of a dead little
girl. Just to one side next to her head, a dagger pins a scroll. 
Spike reaches for the scroll and looks at it. His hands shake and he
gives it to Willow, temporarily unable to speak. Willow looks at the
scroll. It is a sketch of Buffy in her current pose, with a line for
Emily Dickinson written in blood at the bottom. 
"So I could not stop for death...He kindly stopped for me." Willow reads
aloud in a halting shaky voice. 
Spike looks at her and at Tara. 
"Angelus...that means..." His eyes widen and he starts running back
towards the Bronze. 
Angel has slid in close to Xander. Probably closer than Angel normally
would have. 
"So Harris, it's kinda loud in here. How about we take a walk too?" Angel
says calmly, starting to slide out of his seat.
Xander watches the vampire, and decides the sooner he does this, the
sooner it's over with. He slides out and follows Angel out into the
alleyway. 
"What do you want to know?" Xander starts, but is out and being carried
before he can even get the next thought to form in his now unconscious
brain. 
"What do I want boy? Well let's see. Your head on a railroad spike. Yeah
that might cover it." Angelus muses to himself about the poetry of that
little tableau, as he carries the boy off into the night. 
  

PART 9


"Wakey, wakey." Angelus croons to the sleeping boy, before smacking him
soundly across the face. The chains holding Xander to the bed clatter
with the hit. He groans and his eyes roll open. He shakes the stars from
his eyes. 
"What? What happened?" Xander manages to say.
A truly vicious laugh rolls from, Angelus’ twisted lips. 
"Well Harris. I knocked you out, brought you back to my evil lair and
chained you up." He looks down at him puzzled. 
"Thought that was pretty obvious by now." Angelus shrugs an, ‘oh well.’. 
"You bastard. What the hell is this about Angel?" Xander pulls against
the chains, angry and scared all at once, but mostly scared. Angelus
leans over the bed, inches from Xander's face. 
"Well that's the thing. Angel doesn't live here anymore." He says flat as
the stone floor, giving a dead cold stare. No laughter. Not even a smile.
Xander begins to shake, a tremor from somewhere at his core, "Angelus."
Xander breathes. 
Angelus' face lights up. 
"Why yes, and so good of you to remember. ‘Course when I get done with
you. You'll never be able to forget." This is accompanied by a laugh that
held more menace than a choir of devils, as it filled the dark halls of
the mansion.
Spike arrives at the Bronze, hoping beyond hope that they might still be
there. Of course, they aren't. He has an idea where they might have gone
but decides to be sure. He starts tracking, following the distinctive
scent of his boy. His senses were exquisitely keen and would put a
bloodhound to shame, and he starts walking, following the scent trail. 
Back at the house, Willow calls Giles. 
"Giles...it's an emergency. Angelus. Can you meet me at the Magick Box?
Thanks. And have you still got any orbs of Thessulah? Good. See you
there." 
"You have done a very bad thing Harris. You have somehow managed to
ensnare my boy. Made him feel something for you. Or so you thought. Here
to tell you. He is mine. You have touched what is mine. And for that you
are going to pay dearly." Angelus leans over him, full gameface to the
fore. 
"Hmmm...you know being his sire, I get to have anything he has right?
Sire's prerogative. Why do you think he left you with me...hmm?" Angelus
sniffs over Xander's body as though about to sample some fine vintage. 
"He thought you were Angel you sick shit. And you are not having
anything," Xander spat, defiant despite his fear. Spike wouldn't hurt
him. Spike would not have left him in danger, told himself. 
The lick of the blade over Xander’s lips is so fast he never even sees
Angelus move. A sling back shaving razor glimmering in the light, slicked
with Xander’s blood, was held in the air over his face. Xander howls,
fighting his chains. The sharp slice opened a gash from just under his
nose to one side over both lips and down to the opposite side of his
chin. 
"Awww...now that is a pretty sound" Angelus’ head canted to one side in
appreciation of the music that was Xander's agony. Inspecting his work,
he pulls and teases the ripped flesh. 
"Now that is a pretty thing. Don't think my Will would appreciate it. He
always did like the pretty ones. A mar like that? Might turn his cute
little nose up at you now dear boy." Angelus moves away, and looks back. 
"Of course then that would leave you a rejected claim. Do you know what
other vampires do to a reject? A throw back?" Angelus mock shudders. 
"None too nice things, I can assure you." Angelus comes back to Xander, a
thoughtful look on his face. 
"Well maybe not for just one little scar. How about we make this a real
masterpiece." Angelus surmises. A horrified Xander writhes and tries not
to cry out from his sliced open lips. The blood trickling over his lips
and down his throat feels nothing like the sweet things he had felt
tasting blood, and tending Spike's wounds. The taste of his own blood and
Angelus' words make his stomach roll. Would Spike leave him? Maybe not
for a scar as Angelus says, but if he were maimed...crippled…unable to do
what Spike wanted? No, Spike loves him. Xander tries to shake off the
insecurities Angelus is so deftly preying on. 
"Ffuck.woo." Xander , forces over his ruined lips.
Spike is getting frantic, his panic rising inside even as he forces
himself to concentrate on following the trail. He stops, reaching out,
calling on the power of the claim. Xander is still alive. Hope still,
then. He moves following the trail again. 
Angelus decides to start with Xander's pretty chest. Making long X's over
both pectorals. 
"Those were nice," Angelus comments mildly. Moving down Xander's body,
having cut his clothes off before chaining him up, his view was
unobstructed. 
"Well at least the boy picked one with some weight to him," Angelus
comments appreciatively, snaking one hand out to cup Xander's ballsack,
giving it a fierce crushing squeeze. Xander screams, arching his body in
agony. He wants to pull away, fast realizing that will pull at his
clutched balls even more. Angelus laughs like a kid on a playground,
before letting go. Xander lays back, whimpering at the aching pain that
creeps up into his guts. He has managed to roll himself to one side and
Angelus can see his round firm ass. 
"Oh , what's say we give you a little mark from the sire then?" Three
flicks of the razor and Xander's writhing screams later...the letter A
oozes crimson from deep dark gashes on Xander's left buttock. Xander's
sobbing. He can't help it. The pain from his balls, his chest and now the
double pain of the cuts on his ass, all culminate as one thought to him.
Spike. Please let Spike be coming for me. 
Angelus pulls Xander back to lie on his back. 
"You know…now that you wear *my* mark. William is sure to want to be rid
of you now. Why don't I take that horrid little mark of his off you?
Hmmm? No sense wearing it when he's going to ditch you now is there?"
Angelus forces Xander's head to one side with the heel of his hand. 
"There now, that's a good boy," Angelus soothes, placing the razor to
just beneath the pale raised bands of scar, mixed with the scabbed
remnants of his childe's last taste of his perverse treat. 
Xander's tears pour over his face. No. Not that. Don't take him from me.
Xander begins to beg. His body shaking with terror. 
"Please... Pease... pease... no. No," He presses out between his still
oozing lips. His face a macabre vision, the gore has spilled over his
cheeks and down to the bed, sticking his dark hair to his neck in places.
Xander pulls at his bonds, trying so hard to be free and away from this
monster. 
Willow and Giles start making the preparations for the spell. 
"Are you certain you can do this, Willow?" Giles asks. 
"Yes. It's the first spell I ever did. And I've been working on it. I've
fixed it. Been meaning to talk to Angel about re-casting it for the
longest time." She puts the last of the herbs by the brazier, a pause as
she considers what might not have happened had she not put off that talk.
Shaking her head she shoves that aside, in order to focus. 
"Let's get started then." She starts casting herbs and chanting, looking
over to Tara for reassurance and steadiness as she begins the spell. 
Spike arrives at Crawford Mansion. An hour. The bastard had him for an
hour now. He knows Xander isn't dead. He would have felt it. But he
shudders to think what Angelus could have done in an hour. He pushes into
the mansion in time to hear the exchange between Angelus and Xander. His
boy, his wonderful precious boy. He wasn't too late. He charges into the
room. 
"Angelus! Step away from my boy!" He bellows. 
Xander falls back against his bonds, closing his eyes. Spike. Spike is
here. Spike will help him. Hopefully, Spike will keep him. Xander
whimpers, feeling his wounds throbbing with his movement. 
Angelus turns to face his childe. 
"What took you so long m'boy? Wondered if I'd get the boy to himself or
you'd want to join in?" Angelus snickers.
"You sodding sick bastard, I said, get...away...from...my...boy!" Spike
pulls out a stake from his duster and moves in towards Angelus. 
Angelus laughs in earnest, seeing this. 
"Oh well, let's make this interesting then," Angelus says with a shrug, a
flick of his wrist opening Xander's belly in one long gash. Xander
screams, his flayed lips parting further with his cry. Blood spills over
his body and down to soak the bed beneath him. Angelus looks back at
Spike. 
"Let's see just how long it takes a belly wound to bleed out. Oh, I've
been told it takes a while. Never been patient enough to wait myself.
But, you can keep me company Spike. Then I won't be bored," Angelus
reasons flatly. 
Xander's eyes glass over with imminent shock. He blinks and fights to
stay awake to keep his eyes, through everything, looking for Spike. 
Spike snarls and shifts into gameface, leaping forward to attack. He hits
Angelus hard and tackles him to the floor, but Angelus manages to grab
Spike's hand as he raises it to stake him and pushes him back. 
Angelus moves forward, giving a spinning kick at Spike's head. The kick
makes contact, sending Spike falling in toward the fireplace. 
"Never could beat me boy. Not gonna change now," Angelus says, stalking
toward his fallen childe. Spike pushes up off the floor, readying for
another attack. As Angelus draws closer, Spike whirls, hitting him in the
guts with a spinning kick. Angelus doubles over, coming to one knee
laughing. 
"Oh, you've gotten a little better boy. Good." Angelus launches himself
from his half crouch, tackling Spike, crashing him bodily into the
fireplace hearth. Against the hard stone, bones can be heard cracking. 
"Now that is a sound to make you sing," Angelus revels. Spike whips his
hand around, trying to stake Angelus in the heart. Angelus grabs his hand
just a bare inch short of the heart and they struggle, each bringing all
their strength to bear. 
Across town Willow finishes incanting the last words of the spell and the
Orb of Thessulah flashes. 
Angel draws in a sharp breath, sounding like the lasts breaths of a
wounded animal. Dark brown eyes suddenly glow bright yellow and wink back
to brown. Angel's hand clenched around the stake slips, letting the stake
shove into his chest, just missing his heart. Scrabbling to his feet,
pulling at the stake, unable to dislodge it, he looks down at Spike's
wide eyes. 
"Sp- i-ke," He rasps, looking confused. Xander laying on the bed, has
been drifting in and out of consciousness, now he makes his best last
effort to see his vampire. To see Spike. Instead he sees a dark figure
looming over Spike. He sees what he takes as his nightmare come true.
Xander cries out in anguish, the scream choking off in his chest, as he
falls suddenly and completely quiet. 
Spike screams in anguish and runs to Xander. He can hear his heart
beating slower, almost to the point of death. No time left for thought or
hesitation. He sinks his fangs into the mark, drawing out the last of his
blood. Forgive me, Xander, he thinks. This is all I can do now to save
you. I just can't lose you, not now. As the heart nearly stops Spike
stops and rips open his wrist, pushing the bleeding wound to Xander's
mouth and willing him to drink. 
"Drink, m'boy, drink. Please, drink for your Master. I need you, please
drink." 
Somewhere in the darkness that Xander has fallen into, he hears
something. Something pulling at him. It hurts. Wherever he is, it hurts a
lot. That voice is soothing. Cool. It lulls him and he moves toward it.
Master. He hears the word, and safety and love cover him. Falling back
into his body, he makes it work. Makes it do what he is told to do. His
ripped lips scream their objections, but he pushes harder for that,
drinking and swallowing with wild hunger. 
Spike lets him drink as long as he dares before pulling the wrist away.
He wants Xander strong when he awakens. He hears the last beat of
Xander's heart as he dies. One more thing to do. He moves to each wound,
smearing it with blood, watching the skin knit and heal. His Master's
blood works on the dead flesh like magic. No scars for his boy. He
scrabbles for the key and unlocks the manacles, pulling Xander to him and
cradling him in his arms, rocking back and forth. 
"My boy. My boy." 
Xander is caught somewhere between life and death, and then his body
stops. The strange sensation of absolute stillness fills him completely.
Movement, rocking. He is being rocked. This pulls him back in the world.
That and hunger. A hunger so intense it makes his cooling body ache. He
rolls his head to the side, his movement a little ungainly for his being
newly dead. "Sppi ike?" He questions, his voice hoarse. 
Angel, finally free of the stake, lays on the floor watching the scene
play out, unable to do anything to change what happens. Not able to
remember what happened, or what he is doing here. There is the dull throb
somewhere in his mind though that what he had just witnessed, is
completely his fault. 
Spike strokes Xander's face tenderly. 
"Welcome back, m'boy. Together forever now. This wasn't how I meant it to
'appen but you're part of the family now." He looks over at Angel. 
"No thanks to you, y'bastard. Who'd you shag to lose yer soul this time?
And why couldn't you 'ave just tried to destroy the world again instead
of torturing my boy to death?" 
Angel drops his head to the floor. God why did he even have a cock? Angel
groaned inwardly, scrubbing his face with his hand. 
"That's not important now, Spike. I don't know what happened. I know
Angelus had something to do with all this." Angel tries to be directive
and commanding, but finally settles for trying to be repentantly helpful.
 
"We need to get Xander a soul, and fast," Angel says finally, looking
between Spike and Xander. 
"If you really want to keep him that is." Angel lets a little caution
slip into his voice at this, getting himself to his feet. 
Spike nods. 
"Yes. I imagine they'll be at the Magick Box. But we can't take 'im on
the street without feeding 'im first. 'e'll lose control." He sighs. 
"I'm nearly tapped. But I don't want you feeding 'im 'is first blood. Can
I drink from you so I can feed 'im?" He forces his tone to be even,
keeping out his anger because he needs this so desperately. 
Angel comes to the bedside. It's been forever and a day since he, well
Angelus fed this childe. This is his fault, and he needs to do something
to make it right. Without looking away from Spike, he holds his wrist to
his mouth letting one fang extend and rip a gash into his skin. He holds
it out to Spike. 
"Take what you need Spike." He says with a quiet sigh.
Spike lowers his mouth to Angel's wrist. It's like a little trip back in
time, drinking from his Sire again. The taste is familiar, though a
little different. The soul and a hundred years of non-human blood changed
the flavor. It is weaker, but still potent, and Spike drinks it down,
trying not to lose himself in the experience. This is for Xander, not for
himself. He takes as much as he can safely take and then licks the wound
clean. 
"Thank you," he says, and turns to Xander. 
"Gonna feed you now, baby." He looks back at Angel. 
"You remember how this goes. Can you give us some privacy?" Spike starts
shrugging out of his duster and removing his shirt. Angel, nods. He
catches both faces in his gaze. 
"Want me to wait, help you get him back to the Magick Box, then I'll go?"
Spike nods. 
"Yes. Please." 
Angel nods, and silently moves to give the newly made childe and his
Sire, their privacy. His own memories creeping into his mind as he goes
to another room. 
Xander's entire body feels different. It tingles, and he can feel
everything. Everything. The rough stickiness on the sheet beneath him
covered his mortal blood. The scent of the blood making that coiling pang
in his gut scream at him, bringing his demon to the fore. Xander barely
feels the change, doesn't feel his fangs either, until one of them pokes
him in the lip. 
"Ouch", he says, reaching one finger up to feel the sharp tooth there. He
looks at Spike, the puzzlement on his new demon's face, quickly becoming
something else. 
"I'm hungry." He says just like any little kid you ever saw. 
Spike nods. 
"I know, my baby boy. I know." He reaches down with one sharp nail to
make a cut on his chest. Can't let Xander have access to a large
vein...he doesn't have the control not to try and drain his Sire. He
remembers all too well Angelus feeding him just this way. He reaches for
the nape of Xander's neck and pulls him to the bleeding wound. 
"Drink, m'boy." 
Xander sees the welling blood. His mouth begins to water before the
thought of eating even registers with his brain. He does as he is told,
curling himself into Spike's lap, and nuzzling up to his bleeding chest.
He sniffs, and then licks, then latches on full force, pulling at the
wound for all it's worth. The taste of Spike's blood explodes in his
mouth, like power, straight from the source. It is different now. It had
tasted *kinda* good before, now it was amazing. Blood lust rising in
Xander with a rush, he bites. Only his lips had been locked over the
wound, and now his demon wanted more. His own brand new fangs bite down
hard. 
Spike hisses as Xander's fangs sink into him. His boy, feeding from him.
It is a primal joy, and he hardens against Xander. He strokes his hair
and pulls him even closer with a possessive arm around his ribcage. 
"Good boy, my precious boy." All he can think about now is his new
childe. Everything else is forgotten for the moment and the world
consists of only this room. 
Xander feels Spike's blood roaring through him. It awakens every part of
him. In that moment a realization comes to him, through the blood. Sire.
Spike is his sire. Xander had read about turning and becoming a vampire.
Knew what a sire and childe were, but now it wasn't just academic and
boy, had the books been lacking a few things. Sire and childe
relationships consisted of sex, the books said. Consisted of? It was a
supreme understatement to say consisted of. At that moment Xander is so
hard it’s killing him to be still. Warring between the blood that is
giving him the feeling of being more powerful than anything on earth, and
simply wanting Spike to take him and fuck thoroughly him into oblivion.
He whimpers his confusion, not wanting to pull away from feeding at his
sire's chest to speak.
Spike can smell Xander's arousal. The whimper adds to his own
considerable need to take, to possess. Spike reaches between then to
unsnap and unzip his jeans. He pulls Xander with him to standing, pushing
the jeans down onto the floor. Spike looks around for something he can
use to ease things for Xander and his eyes are drawn to the blood pooling
on the bed. He dips his hand in it and smears it over his cock. He pushes
Xander back down onto the bed, heedless of the remaining blood, and
slides between his legs. He's trembling with eagerness to be in him, to
complete the joining between them. He grabs Xander's hips and pushes in
hard and fast, too aroused, too in the grip of his demon to be gentle. 
Xander is not happy at being pulled from his sire, but seeing Spike slick
his cock in blood, his golden eyes glimmer. Xander falls into the sticky
wetness of his own spilled blood, the smell enveloping him. Adding to his
sire shoving into him, heedless of the pain he was inflicting, making him
howl. Spike is taking him. Possessing him. The new savage need for this
sings out at having been met. 
"Siiiire...Siiiire...yessssss..." Xander snarls and hisses, in utter
demonic bliss.
Spike is spurred on by his childe's reaction. He thrusts harder, pressing
Xander into the blood-soaked sheets. Spike grabs Xander's head and pulls
him back to his own chest, back to the wound. The boy was *his* now,
completely and utterly his, his childe, fed on his blood, and his whole
being wants to fuck him, pound him, feel his body writhe and squirm for
him. There's no restraint, no chip to stop him. He grabs Xander's wrists
and stretches them above his head, pinning them to the bed as he
continues assaulting Xander. 
Xander pushes up into his sire. The beast that he knows now owns him,
totally and completely and he loves it. The more Spike takes, the more he
wants to give him. He licks at the wound as it moves closer, whimpering
and snarling when Spike's movements pull him away from it. His body is
rocking and writhing to the assault placed on it. Feeling himself
stretched out over the gore covered bed, he delights in the cooling slick
ichor as it is pressed against his body. More fuel to this rapidly
growing fire. He doesn't fight, but he loves the feeling of restraint.
The feeling that he has no control. His neck arches, bring his snapping
mouth trying to catch onto on anything with in reach of his fangs.
Catching the inside of Spike's arm as it’s holding him down firmly.
Another draught of luscious blood flowing over his waiting tongue. 
"Master...Sire...Love...." Xander a blood-choked growl, over the new
wound he has now made.
Spike howls with pleasure and pride and lust as his boy bites into him,
takes his blood, feeds from him. The words are precious, perfect. 
"Mine, my boy, my childe, my treasure." Spike punctuates each word with
another hard and vicious thrust into Xander's helpless body. He is
growing closer and closer to his completion and he sees Xander's mark
laying exposed before him. Time to renew the claim properly on his
new-made childe. He lowers his head and sinks in his fangs, opening the
mark, feeling it link them more closely than ever, shooting into them
like lightning. 
Xander-s body can't take the assault on it anymore. His insides being
battered and shoved perfectly by Spike's cock, over and over. The taste
of what he can only think of now as god's blood on his lips, teeth and
tongue. Now his Master, and Maker renews his claim on him. Telling all
the world who he belongs to. Too much. The shot of exquisite pleasure
pours down his body, leaves him sure he has died. Again. For real this
time. He can't imagine having this without being in some sort of heaven.
Everything he ever thought he wanted pales in comparison to the ecstasy
he now has. His body gave up his first climax as one of the undead. Cool
spilling from him over the writhing figures on the blood soaked bed. 
"Ohhhh Siiiiire...Ohhh Sppiiike," Xander screams to his release. 
Spike wraps his arms around Xander and pumps hard and deep a few more
times, his fangs still firmly embedded in his childe's neck. He cums in
him, lifting his fangs from the mark and howling an animal scream and
then, 
"Xander! My Boy!" as he spends himself deep inside Xander, their cool
bodies wrapped tightly together.
Xander lays panting now unneeded breaths into the curve of Spike's neck.
He can smell Spike. A distinct scent, he leans closer and sniffs again.
Then leans back and takes in a long deep breath, the scent of blood
instantly making his mouth water, then other scents, other things around
them. Somewhere off from them he can even scent his grandsire. His skin
buzzes with everything that touched it, and he feels very cold. He
huddles closer to Spike again, nuzzling his neck, searching for heat that
is not there. His demon visage still in place, he doesn't even realize
it. 
"Spike..." he murmurs...questions rounding in his mind he is unable to
speak them all right now. He nuzzles again, one fang catching the skin of
Spike's neck, accidentally. 
Spike strokes Xander's facial ridges. 
"Relax, m'boy. No need for gameface right now. You're safe here. I've got
you." He sees Xander huddling. 
"Mmmm. Wanna go shower and clean up and get warm?" Xander looks up and
nods to Spike. He closes his eyes and tries to do as he is told, his face
flickers and finally changes to its human form. He smiles, hearing the
change more than feeling it. 
"Yes please. I'm soo cold." Xander whimpers softly.
Spike stands up and pulls Xander with him. They are both still smeared in
Xander's mortal blood and Spike really wants just to lick Xander clean.
But he drags him into the shower and runs the water as hot as he can,
stepping into the shower, reaching to Xander to join him. 
"In here, m'boy." 
Xander feels another pang he now recognizes as hunger. He shoves it down,
doing as he is told. He steps into the shower with Spike, wrapping
himself around Spike as tightly as he can, feeling the heat of the water
warming his undead body. He smiles and relaxes. 
"Spike..." He starts, and pulls back to look at him, "Will I always be so
cold now? Will I always feel and smell things like I do now?" Pause, one
more question in his rambling. 
"Will I always be soooo hungry?" A soft growl follows these words.
Spike cradles his Childe to him. 
"You'll always be cold, but you'll get used to it. Your feel and smell
will get even sharper with time, but you'll get used to it to. And the
'unger...it's always there." He tangles his hand in Xander's hair and
pulls his head down to his chest, back onto the still-raw wound. 
"Drink some more if you want, m'boy. Don't want you going out 'ungry."
Xander looks between the wound and Spike's face. Licks his lips, his face
slipping without even being noticed, he sinks his fangs into already torn
flesh, renewing the flow of blood. Lifting his mouth to lick and suckle
at the wound. Trails run from the wound and down his body, mixing with
the water as it runs down the drain. Not more than a half dozen drops are
lost though. Xander is careful to not spill anymore. Spike moans and
clutches at Xander as he drinks from him. It's exquisite pain and
pleasure, and the pride of having his Childe held tight against him. 
"Mmmm. Love you, m'boy." He kisses the top of his head. 
Xander pulls himself away from the luscious wound, after having taken a
few mouthfuls. He smiles, blood covering lips, teeth and tongue. 
"Love you, sire," He says and grins sweetly. Spike pulls Xander close,
tasting his own blood in Xander's mouth. 
"Lick the wound closed, baby boy. Always lick." The water cascades over
them, washing the blood off bit by bit, making brownish-red trails on the
floor of the shower. 
Xander leans close and gingerly licks the wound until the bleeding stops,
and it closes. He blinks amazed. 
"Did...did I do that?" He points and asks in wonder. Spike nods. 
"Good boy. Yes you did. Now let's get clean." He soaps up a sponge and
starts scrubbing Xander. 
"Nothing I want to do so much as spend the day shagging you and feeding
you...but we have something we need to do." Xander enjoys Spike bathing
him with absolute abandon, groaning and moving to his tending. 
"What do we have to do? Sire? Am I supposed to call you that? I mean you
are my Sire now, right?" Xander has so many questions...he wants to know
everything all at once.
Spike smiles and groans himself as he hardens. 
"You can call me Sire, or Spike, or anything else you've called me
before. But you can see the effect Sire has on me. And what we have to
do, m'boy, is get you a soul before you do anything you'd be sorry about
later." He leans over and licks some of the blood off Xander as he
scrubs. 
Xander grins at the effect he's had on his *Sire*. He loves the sound of
that word all the more for that little tidbit. A soul, he thinks…like
Angel? A vampire with a soul. And no fucking sex life. 
"Umm...ah...what? A soul? I don't need a soul. Nope. Not even missing it.
See." Pats his own chest and arms. 
"See...couldn't even tell ya where it was. Hey maybe it's not gone. Don't
feel especially evil. Maybe I'm a naturally soully kinda vamp?" Xander is
nearly pleading now. His brow furrowed, he is really worried now. 
"Please Sire. Don't make me." He really is begging now. Spike looks at
Xander. 
"We'll see. Red's 'ad years to work on the spell. Maybe she fixed it.
Because I still want to ravish you regularly. I just don't want you to
lose the life you 'ad. Don't want you to eat your friends and your
family...though your family really deserves bein' eaten." He smiles. 
"Let's just go and see. Awright?" 
Xander's head drops, his face still all fangy, cause he forgets to change
it back. He looks like a kicked vampy puppy. 
"Ok. Spike." He whimpers. 
"I can't eat my parents?" Xander asks with hopeful expectation. 
"Oh, please. I'll be good after that. I promise. I won't bite anyone else
unless you tell me to." Xander's might as well have been a kind conning
his dad into buying him a Reece’s cup. 
Spike kisses Xander's ridges. 
"After you get a soul...if you still really want to eat them then, we'll
see." He finishes cleaning Xander and hands the sponge to him. 
"Want to clean your Sire?"
Xander takes the sponge, rinsing and relathering it. He kneels in front
of Spike and begins to wash his feet and legs, touching with sensuality
but with almost no lust. His strokes long and steady, up his body, his
eyes taking in every detail. He can see everything. He's never seen
things so clearly. Wrinkles, dimples, dips and curves that are Spike's
body. He washes and rinses in unabashed reverence for the vampire's body.
The vampire he would now be tied to forever. Finally coming to his
journey’s end, the rust tinted water running off and down the drain, he
comes to bear on Spike's clear blue eyes. The blue of the mid day sky. A
sky he would never see again is held in those perfect blue eyes. Xander
finishes and stands in awe. Wonder struck.
Spike sees the awe in his boy's eyes. His boy, in a very deadly and real
sense now. He may be a fangless wonder now but his childe isn't. He
fights with the temptation to just take his childe and slip back to the
old ways, to terror and death. But Xander... the sweet mortal boy he had
fallen in love with... wouldn't have wanted it that way. He lays a hand
on either side of Xander's face. 
"My perfect, perfect boy." 
Xander turns into Spike's touch, and smiles. The touch breaks his Sire
worship for the moment. His touch is so much more to him now. 
"My sire," He murmurs. A tiny purr, vibrating in his chest. His eyes
shoot open, and he looks down at his chest, then back at Spike, wide
eyed. 
"What was that?" He gasps. 
 
Spike smiles and kisses Xander softly. 
"Your first purr, lovely boy." He rubs a hand onto his chest, feeling the
gentle vibration. Xander tentatively touches his own chest when he calms
again. The rumble there tickles his hand, and made his chest feel like it
is alive again. He had felt so still. His body too quiet. He looks back
at Spike. 
"You did that to me?" He smiles. It feels really, really good. 
Spike starts to purr as well. 
"Apparently." He rubs his face against Xander's. He's lost in the moment,
his boy purring to his touch...then he remembers with a crash where they
are and what needs to be done. 
"C'mon, my boy. Don't want to leave but we need to." He reaches around
and shuts off the shower, climbing out and looking back at Xander. 
Xander whimpers at losing Spike's touch, but feels the need to do what he
is told. He gets out of the shower and begins to dry off. A thought
occurs to him. 
"Umm...Spike. I don't have any clothes." Looking at his sire, perplexed,
"and you said we're going to the Magik Box. Can we go home first?"
Another thought, this one curling his lips into a dark grin, making his
eyes glint golden. 
"Besides, Anya might be there....and I'm still hungry." A laugh sharp and
biting as razors comes from Spike's new dark and deadly boy. Spike
chuckles. 
"No, I think we need to go straight to the Magick Box. You can wear my
duster. It should cover you. He finishes drying and moves forward to
stroke Xander again. He can't seem to keep his hands off his new childe. 
"Awww....Spike. Please. I promise to be good." He whines, moving into his
Sire's touch. All he wants is a little taste. The call to feed on warm
blood burns in him. His own newborn demon is hungry and only under the
control that Xander's trust in Spike afforded. Left to his own, carnage
would already have been evident in Sunnyhell. His dark eyes lose the
golden glint, as he settles into a pouty sulk. 
"C'mon, m'boy, it won't take long. One little trip to the Magick Box and
then we'll go do what you want." Because if Willow couldn't restore his
soul without a clause...to hell with it. He'd take his boy rampaging and
then leave Sunnydale for good. Xander's eyes brighten. He looks at Spike
with a wicked grin. 
"You promise? Right after the Magick Box?" He's bouncing from foot to
foot, and really looks like a kid going to the candy store. Spike nods. 
"I promise." He takes Xander's hand and moves back into the bedroom,
pulling back on his discarded clothing and handing Xander the duster. 
Xander takes the coat with hesitancy. Spike's duster. He is going to wear
Spike's duster. A little tickle of glee shoves the tentative right the
hell out of the way, as he takes the coat and slides it over his naked
body. The feel of the material over his cool skin and the weight of it
have him making little contented sighs. The smell hits him instantly.
Spike, blood, cigarettes, and whiskey. In that order. Smells he'd been
only dully aware of in life, and at times even annoyed by. But now that
seems so very long ago, and these smells are like home to him. He inhales
and gave another happy little sigh. The smile on his face is priceless--
dopey half lidded golden brown eyes, with an even more dopey little grin.
 
Spike looks at Xander and chuckles. He reaches inside the duster and
grabs Xander's hips, pulling him close. 
"Fuck, but you look sexy in that. " He purrs loud and licks his lips. 
"Want to take you right now." He reluctantly and regretfully drops his
hands and belts the duster closed, handing Xander his shoes. 
"Put those on, m'boy. We need to go before I throw you back down on the
bed and 'ave my wicked way with you again." 
Xander whimpers, liking that idea so much more than the stinky old Magick
Box idea. He wants to go out and play with his Sire. Something in him
knew there is more to be had from being what he now was. He'd read so
much doing stupid Slayerette research about vampires. He probably knows
more than Buffy, not like she was ever much for the research, she and
Giles were only too happy to pawn it off on him and the others. Oh, wait.
Now he is a vampire. Not just a researcher of vampires, he is one. Buffy,
oh shit, his brain kicked in. Xander suddenly looks at Spike with a fear
in his eyes, his gameface sliding out before he could think. He goes to
Spike and curls himself close, hiding his demon's face in Spike's neck,
making tiny whining noises. Spike strokes Xander's hair. 
"What's wrong, m'boy?" He wonders what it is causing so much fear... he
can smell it pouring off his childe in waves. 
"Buffy," Xander snarls, and hides his face again.
"Mmmm. Uh, Xander..." He can't think of a gentle way to say it so he just
goes for the direct truth. "Buffy is dead." 
Xander is not sure he heard Spike, right. He blinks, his demon slides
away but leaves wondering bright yellow eyes. 
"S-sh-she's what?" Xander asks, in disbelief. 
"H-h-how?" 
Angel had been not far away, hearing both the first feeding. Having his
own little moment over that, ensouled, but still a vampire. He'd brood
about it later he was sure. Then he'd heard the shower running, and
stopping. He was fairly certain it is time for them to go. He heads back
into the bedroom. Stopping at the door, also hearing Spike's
announcement, he groans and runs his hands through his already too-mussed
hair. 
Spike hears Angel come in. He swallows. This isn't going to be easy. 
"Pretty sure Angelus did it. Why, I'm don't know." Xander, seeing Angel
standing there, instinctively moves behind Spike. Little hisses can be
heard from him, his eyes glaring at the older vampire. Angel just shakes
his head at this and chuckles softly. 
"Not going to hurt you little one. I know you must remember what I ..I
mean Angelus did to you." Angel runs a hand through his hair again,
sighing. He looks at Spike. 
"Angelus killed Buffy for you Spike. Well not *for * you....but because
of you. He found out about you and she...and..." Angel lets Spike draw
his own very clear conclusion from that. 
Spike's eyes flicker briefly with gold and he sighs and nods. 
"Makes sense. For Angelus anyway. We'd better get going to the Magick
Box." He reaches back to stroke Xander. 
"S'ok, m'boy. S'ok. Got you." 
Xander moves out from behind Spike just slightly to his coaxing. 
"Don't like him." Xander pouts, his eyes never leaving Angel's. Xander's
mind focuses on the immediate perceived threat. If Buffy is gone, then no
threat. Somewhere he does feel a twinge of sadness at her being gone, but
is far more concerned with the one who tortured him to death, never mind
the nightmare image that had been his last thought as a human. 
Spike feels a stronger sense of loss. He didn't like Buffy, at the end,
but he knew what havoc her death was going to wreak on the others. And on
Xander, when his soul was back. And that it had been done for him, on his
behalf, both gratifies and horrifies him. It is a clear sign of how
Angelus still viewed him and he is still a demon, after all. It feels
good to know he is still important to his Sire. But it horrifies him
because the same importance means that Xander is in danger now if Angelus
ever came out again. He considers, briefly, grabbing the stake which
still lay on the floor and killing Angel, ending the threat he posed
forever. Then he sighs and wraps an arm around Xander. 
"I know you don't, m'boy. Come with me."
Angel had watched Spike's face. His soul is keeping him from his duties
as a Sire, keeping him from acting on the very real demands of the demon
within him that see what has happened and so much wants to lunge and
take. Retake his claim as Sire, and happily accept his new grandchilde
*properly*. The soul, however, wins out on this one. He does not react to
Xander's fear of him, he understands it and feels his worry and
frustration over it coming on. He does want to reassure Xander, but how
can he? 
Xander stays well away from Angel as they make their way out of the
mansion, into the first night of him being a vampire. Angel follows the
pair from a comfortable distance. Spike moves out and into Angel's car,
pushing Xander into the back seat and sliding in beside him. He pulls
Xander close and strokes him to reassure him. 
Xander is none too pleased to be in the car. It smells too much like
Angel. He leans closer to Spike, resting his head in the crook of Spike's
neck, whimpering softly. Angel drives without saying another word,
steadily heading to their destination. He hears the noises the boy makes
and they grate at him. Yep, going to be a long broody ride home. 
He stops just a block from the Magick Box, knowing it would not be a good
idea for him to go any closer and have pissed-off slayerettes, stakes in
hand, come out to find him. He'd drop them off and wait for a little
while to be sure things were ok. Then he would go. Sure that if Angelus
had this much fun in Sunnydale...then LA was probably not much better.
Spike climbs out with Xander. He looks over at Angel. 
"We need to talk. 'ave things to discuss. C'n I call you?" Angel nods,
looking between the two vampires. 
"Yeah, I'll be around." Knowing Spike would get his meaning, he doesn't
say anything more.
 

Part 10


Spike wraps his arm firmly around Xander and walks towards the Magick
Box. He can see that the lights are on and that he guessed correctly.
They come walking in the door and look around. Spike keeps a firm hold on
Xander's waist in case he decides to make a lunge at one of his living,
breathing friends. 
" 'ello, everyone. Got some things to explain. Good job, getting Angel
re-souled. Unfortunately...it was a little too late for Xander. Red, did
you get the spell fixed? No lovely little 'appiness clause?" 
Willow nods, looking intently at Xander. 
"Then you need to get things together and do it again. For Xander." 
Xander no more steps into the shop than he hears them. Heartbeats. Three
clear, resounding drums playing on his mind. Pulling at him. Warmth is
the next thing to radiate toward him. Body heat, he feels it so strong it
is like firelight flickering over his skin. He pulls at Spike's restraint
on him, taking a step toward Willow. Willow, his friend Willow. His sweet
treat....Willow. His eyes flash gold, and his face begins to change. 
Spike pulls back on Xander. 
"Boy!" He says firmly. He looks at Willow. "Make it quick." 
Xander falls back against Spike, licking his lips, but obeying the one
word command without being told twice. A low growl rolling from his
fangfaced lips. 
Tara moves, gathering the things they obviously are going to need.
Including the new ones to keep the soul stuck on tight. "Come on hunny. I
think we need to work fast." She moves to touch her lover’s hand and draw
her from her shock at seeing her best friend as a vampire. Not like today
had not had enough shocks already. Giles looks over at Xander. 
"I'm assuming there was no other choice. Xander, did you *want* Spike to
make you a vampire?" Spike's eyes flash and he almost answers, but Giles
stops him with a raised hand. 
"Xander?" Giles asks again. 
Xander looks at Spike, then back at Giles. Giles ..the one he's seen as a
father figure. Now he looks less than fatherly. He looks good enough to
eat. He pulls at Spike's arm again, trying to step to the man, whining at
being held, so tightly. 
"I...I...um..I wanted to be with Spike. I dunno everything that
happened...I ..I just know I didn't want to go." Xander looks back at
Spike, his own golden eyes, asking for reassurance. He so wants to feed,
and be loose. But Spike wouldn't let him. Maybe he'd done something
wrong. Maybe if he was good. A little boy's expectant smile tipped in new
fangs plays on Xander's face. Giles nods at Spike, eyes coldly approving.
 
"Take him into the training room. It will take perhaps half an hour." 
Spike strokes Xander's face. 
"Want to go play a bit in the back room while we wait for the others?
Just 'alf an 'our and then we can do whatever you want, m'boy. I
promise." 
Xander turns to Spike, a happy grin appears along with his human face. 
"Really? Anything? You promise?" He's almost bouncing he so excited.
"Anything," he replies firmly. And he means it. Anything, even if the
newly-souled Xander wants to go out and do something vile. He can only
hold him back for so long and Spike is responsible for what Xander is
now. It is Spike's getting involved with the boy that’s the reason Xander
is among the unliving now. 
Xander cuts his eyes back to the lovely red headed witch. 
"Wanna play with her." He points at his friend, his voice that of a
demonic toddler. His request made he turns back to Spike, batting his big
now dark eyes, through thick lashes at Spike, a perfect picture of sweet
little boy. 
"Please." 
"Ask again when we come back out, m'boy." He all but drags Xander into
the training room. The naked bloodlust of his boy, frankly, has him all
aroused. He's sure Willow and the others wouldn't find that amusing. He
pushes Xander down onto a mat and starts stripping off his own clothes. 
Xander starts a pouting protest until he sees his sire stripping. The
duster had fallen open as he fell on to the mat. 
"What are we gonna play sire?" He asks sweetly. He would remember to ask
about Willow again when they came out but right now he wants to know what
game his sire wants to play with him. 
 
 
Spike licks his lips. 
"We're going to see 'ow many times we can make each other cum in 'alf an
'our. You've got vampire constitution now, m'boy, and I want to give it a
workout." 
Xander giggles, the sound much different than his goofy-Xander laugh,
there is something dangerous in it. Something light and dark all at once.
He slips the duster off his arms and lays sprawled out naked as the night
he was reborn...which well happened to be tonight. His body is already
buzzing with the scent of humans, his mind running with the sounds of
pounding hearts. He is fairly exploding with all the desires and wants
his being dead is giving him. Another dark giggle. 
"Oh, then can we go hunt? I want to go out and plaaay," He calls out a
maniacal three-year-old embodied. 
"If you want to, then, m'boy, we will." He pulls the duster over to him
and pulls out a tube of lube and slathers some over his now-hard cock. 
"Oh, fuuuuck, my beautiful perfect boy....want to be inside you now." He
moves towards Xander, letting his body use his full vampiric grace. He so
seldom used it around the Scoobies. It unnerved them, him moving
panther-smooth, sex and death embodied. He lets out his full Seducer
aura, letting it wash over his boy, wanting his full attention, wanting
to possess his heart and mind and body completely for a little while. 
Xander is consumed. Totally and completely devoured by the presence that
is his sire. Spike. Beautiful and perfect. Moving in ways he'd never
seen, making him hunger all the more for the beast that seemed to stalk
toward him. Xander gives over to everything that washes through him from
Spike. Forgetting the *toys* he very much wants to play with in the other
room. He is here with his Master..his Sire. That thought in mind, Xander
stretches his arms over his head, holding them clasped over his head as
if bound. His body rocking with need, he spreads his legs wide, leaving
them bent at the knees, his rock hard cock falling against his belly. He
is a vision of submission and need. 
"Want you...please. Please Sire." Xander's voice is full of that same
need, he begs so pretty for his Sire.
Spike crawls between Xander's knees and up and over Xander's body. He
purr-growls, his eyes going golden with lust, licking at Xander's mark. 
"Beautiful." Between Xander's thighs he can feel Spike's huge cock moving
down and then against his pucker, pushing in as Spike's hands slide up
Xander's arms. 
"So pretty and so mine. My perfect childe." 
Xander rolls his hips up to met Spike's thrust, instinctively. His body
reacting and moving, his only thoughts want and need. Spike's lick over
his mark making him cry out. His already over-aroused body almost painful
with the pleasure that small attention provided. His arms start to move,
he wants to pull and hold and tear, his fingers itching to have flesh
under them. Seeing Spike's beautiful golden eyes over him, his own demon
slides out, making him want more and more.
Spike pushes in hard and fast now, too aroused for patience. He feels
Xander's arms move and he lets them go, needing his own to press into the
mat for leverage. He brings his strength to bear, being able to use it to
full effect with his new child, pressing hard and deep within him,
angling to hit the sweet spot with every fevered thrust. 
Xander moans and cries out. The assault on his body is delicious agony,
pain and pleasure so perfectly intertwined he cannot tell where one ends
and another begins. His new demon revels in it, howls its delight.
Xander's hands pull at Spike wanting more and more, feeling he will never
be consumed enough. He wants to burn in the flames that are his Sire's
body, letting him take him to oblivion. Xander's human sounding groans
become the snarling howled growls of the beast Spike had created. 
Spike is aroused almost to the point of forgetting everything but the
body writhing underneath him, the body howling its desire to the night.
It had been so long since he had fucked like this, a full rut, no
reserve, no consideration but the call of the blood. And when he had...he
had been the one under his Sire, surrendering and drowning in his Sire's
possessive attentions. 
Willow looks around. 
"He's hurting Xander!" She says, and takes three steps towards the
training room before she is pulled up short by Giles. 
"No," says Giles. "He's not. At least, not in any way Xander doesn't
really desire to be hurt." 
Willow blushes bright red at the realization of exactly what is happening
back in the training room. Tara touches Willow's hand comfortingly, with
a small smile. 
"It's ok baby. Xander is ok." She soothes.
Xander is forcing himself off the floor to meet each thrust, his ass
taking the pounding from Spike's cock, with full-on animal lust. Each hit
making the roll in his belly become more urgent. He's only been able to
hold out this long thanks to his new resolve. His demon forcing him to
hold on, to have more of this divine torture. Giving over to all of this
also brought his hunger thundering over him. Mouth and fangs snarling,
lifting off the mat between strokes, his hands digging sharp nails across
Spike's back, with his frantic pulls to have his Sire's blood dance over
his tongue. He needs it...He wants it... 
Spike smells the blood welling from his back as Xander scrapes furrows
into the flesh. His golden eyes give way to his full demon visage as he
bares Xander's neck forcibly and bites down into the mark, sucking
greedily at his Childe's blood as it wells up, pulling Xander's fanged
mouth to his own neck and hoping his boy understands the invitation. 
Xander howls once more at his Sire's fangs biting into him, being taken
again, devoured in another way. Then the offer of Spike's neck,. Xander
doesn’t miss a beat, his mouth latches onto Spike's neck with the fervor
of the possessed. He bites and sucks like the animal he now feels like he
is. The explosion of sire's blood on his tongue brings him to his
resounding climax, which his scream probably announces to three states
over at least. Xander is definitely a screamer. 
The feel of Xander's fangs in his neck and the lovely reverberating
scream push Spike to his own climax. He buries himself hilt-deep in
Xander and bathes his insides with cool seed. He lifts his mouth,
emitting his own panther scream, animalistic and primal. Then he lowers
his mouth again to lick the mark closed, pressing Xander to him to do the
same to the bleeding wound on his neck. 
Outside Willow nearly drops the Orb of Thessulah when the animal shrieks,
one right after the other, tear through the air. She looks back at Giles,
severely shaken. 
"Are you *sure* he's not hurting him?" 
Giles swallows hard and nods. He is standing behind the counter now,
trying desperately to hide his own arousal from the two young women. He
removes his glasses and starts cleaning them, trying to distract himself.
 
Blood covers Xander’s mouth and dribbles down his chin, until he settles
his mouth once more over the bite he'd made. Pulling himself back
quickly, more quickly than he ever remembered recovering as a human, he
licks the wound closed as he had been taught to do. 
"Love you," Xander growls, his voice gravely with the blood clinging to
the back of his throat. Licking the spot again, before moving up to
Spike's lips, pressing a bloody kiss, then pulling back looking more like
a kid with candy stained lips than a demonic *blood* stained potential
killer. Could be the sweet grin on those lips giving him that look, could
be the excited glow to his golden eyes. 
"Now I get to go play. Right? You promised.." Xander says very fast,
wiggling beneath his sire. 
Spike purr-growls. 
" 'alf an 'our, boy. It's barely been five minutes. You tired of your
Sire already?" He licks the last of his blood off Xander's chin and lips
and kisses him, feeding it back to him, pressing his tongue into Xander's
mouth. He pulls back. 
"Well?" 
Xander giggles, that same odd dark noise. He shakes his head, "Nuh huh.
Just want to play. Want to play with you. Take you out and let you show
me how to hunt and feed. Want to do vampire stuff." Xander's eyes open
wide. 
"Ooooo...you don't have to worry about your chippy anymore. Oooooo..I can
kill 'em for you, and you can eat 'em all up." Xander is excited at this.
He wiggles under Spike. 
"Don't you want to? Don't you want *me* to?" He pouts up at his Sire. 
Spike's eyes go golden again. He *does* want to, really, at least part of
him does. It was soooo damn tempting. But even as the blood and demon
screams in him to let his boy have his way, he knows it isn't practical.
Even if he could completely ignore the nagging ties he had somehow
managed to form with these human, he knows one new-made Childe is no
match for three trained Scoobies, two of whom were competent witches. 
"I do, m'boy," he coos. 
"But I want to finish my game first." He is already hard again inside
Xander, just from the tempting dilemma he had been offered. He starts
thrusting into Xander again. 
Xander is slightly sore from their first time, but not even the tiniest
bit as sore as he should have been. Vampiric healing, he loved it. He
pushes back and laughed, arching his neck off the mat with his movement.
His laugh was no more inviting than his giggle. Darkness held in a sound
that should have been light and cheery. Xander’s hands slide through the
blood he'd coaxed from his Sire's skin, the wounds had begun to heal, but
the blood was already split. His hands slide and wriggle in a grotesque
sort of finger painting. Another eerie laugh, bringing his fingers to his
lips, suckling them eagerly for his Sire's blood. 
"Hmmm," he hums, "so good." Throwing his head back with the taste of
Spike in his mouth, he pushes back harder on his cock. 
"Fuck me Master...Fuck me...daddy ...please." He giggles, and looks down
at Spike as if this is the best game ever.
Spike looks at his Childe, becoming more a vampire by the minute. He is
torn in what he is doing now, but it is too late for regret. The others
wouldn't stop even if he asked them too. He growls low and nuzzles into
Xander's neck. 
"Yes, baby boy. Daddy's gonna fuck you hard, over and over again." Damn
the boy, hitting that particular kink. It had him hard and throbbing
already. He starts moving in and out, slow at first, then increasing his
pace. 
"Oh yeah...Love your games Daddy." Matching Spike's pace he locks his
bloodied arms around Spike's neck, pulling on him for leverage to go
faster. 
" Ohh..yeah..faster ...faster..." Giddy with the pleasure pain, his
golden eyes gleam with excitement, he starts to pat Spike's shoulders
urging him on with an increasing rhythm. 
Spike is now pounding into Xander. His body is moving hard and fast. The
smell of blood and the feel of Xander's hands patting on the bleeding
furrows on his back spur him on, pushing deeper into his Childe. 
Xander rolls his head around, his eyes looking for more devious fun. He
spots something that looks like fun. He turns back to Spike. 
"Daa-aa-add-y," calls his voice broken with each thrust, he
laughs,"Daa-ddy, I wan-na pl-ay on th-at." He points to the saddle horse
to one side of the room, the grin on his sweet full lips was absolutely
edible. 
Spike looks where Xander is pointing, and he returns Xander's grin. 
"M'boy, you are so wonderfully wicked." He pulls out of Xander and stands
up. 
"Go drape yourself across it and let your Sire decide what to do with
you." 
Xander is up in a shot and laying out over the horse sideways and
wiggling. His ass in the air, kicking his legs back and forth. Bright
eyes smiling at his Sire. 
"OOhhh...this is fun. I like this." He swings his legs again, rocking a
little back and forth. Spike comes over and rubs that tempting ass.
Unable to resist the urge, he smacks a hand down hard on one perfect
cheek. 
"Yes it is." 
Xander yelps and arches his back to the little slap. 
"Ohh Daddy.." He groans, melting again over the horse. Labile thing that
he finds himself being, he starts wiggling again with excitement. This is
going to be so much fun. He vaguely remembers being shy, nervous, afraid
as a human...all that seems so distant now, the thought of it making him
laugh. It is a laugh although it sounds like a half snarled growl. 
Spike likes the little wiggle. Likes it a lot. He smacks again, and
again, and then rubs the flesh before smacking a few more times. He licks
across the slightly pinked flesh and then breathes over it. 
"AHhhhm hmmm... Oh hell yea..." Xander moans, trying to push his ass up
even more. The slight pain from each blow rolling over him. Prickling his
skin with shiver, he can feel gooseflesh forming over him everywhere
starting with his ass and moving up and over every other part of him.
Vampires with goosebumps, he thinks and lets lose that devious little
giggle again. 
"Ooo...harder Daddy. Been a bad little boy." Xander says in laughing plea
to his Sire. 
Spike smacks harder now, his eyes glowing with excitement. 
"Mmmm. Yes. Very naughty. Tempting Daddy with that little upturned ass
like that." He steps closer, between Xander's legs, pushing them further
apart and forcing Xander's ass up just a little higher and tighter as he
rains down blows on that firm flesh. 
Xander feels the sting grow to a dull burn, brightening to a full on fire
over the skin of his ass. 
"Ohh ...yessss....." He cries. Pushing and pulling himself against the
horse, pushing his cock against it with each blow, he begins to pant. Not
yet realizing he really doesn't need to breathe. Using his hands to rock
harder. 
"Mmm, yeah, been so bad. Been sooo bad." Xander closes his eyes, just
feeling the blows on his too sensitive...too aroused skin.
Spike is enjoying the sight of the reddened skin. And obviously his boy
is liking his little punishment. Well, not so much punishment as
foreplay. He leans over to lick the hot flesh and periodically nips with
blunt teeth. Xander yipes and keens to the play Spike's mouth affords
him. His cock so hard, rubbing against the horse, making him want more
and more friction, he needs something else too. Wants something else for
his ass. His sire's big fat cock. He wants to feel his Sire pump into
him, shoved against his abused red skin. Xander turns his head as much as
he is able to look back at Spike. 
"Daaadddyyy..." he croons, and bat his beautiful now dark brown eyes,
"fuck me please?" He asks making a sweet little face for Spike, with out
turned little pouty lip and everything. 
"I'll be good, I promise." 
Spike lifts his head and smiles. 
"How can I resist when you beg so prettily?" He grabs the rungs on the
top on the saddle horse and pulls himself up effortlessly, planting his
knees on either side of Xander's body. He maneuvers himself so that he is
plunging down at a steep angle into Xander's body, pressing him hard to
the horse and battering his prostate on every hard stroke downward. 
Xander begins a low howling groan. Spike forces himself in so deeply,
pressing his cock into the horse brutally, the lightning bolt that
causes, paired with the attack on his prostate, has his belly rolling up
and begging for release. Which Xander does as well with his next breath, 
"Please...plllleaase...PLEASE!!!" Xander screams, panting. 
Spike growls, pleased with his own prowess. 
"Go ahead and cum f'r me, m'boy."
Xander once more sounds like some kind of animal let loose in the
backroom of the Magick Box. Howling at the top of his lungs. Bowing his
back to push his ass harder against Spike, the feeling further abusing
his slapped red cheeks. His cum shoots all over the horse, making him
slip and slide from his position atop it. 
"S-I-R-E!!!!" Through animalistic sounds he is able to belt out one
actual word
Spike presses down hard, pinning Xander in place as he reaches his own
completion. He shifts into gameface and sinks his teeth into Xander's
shoulder to help grip him and he is milked by that sweet, tight ass. When
he finishes, he licks the wound closed and slides back to the floor. 
Xander screams, once more held in place by Spike's fangs. His own descend
on automatic, eyes flashing yellow. Feeling Spike reaching his climax,
shooting deep inside him, he is overjoyed. This is the most fun. He
laughs and slides to the floor as Spike moved off him. Sitting
cross-legged at the base of the pommel horse, he looks up at Spike. 
"Now can we hunt? This is so much fun...but I still want to go
outside...Daddy...you are kinda, my Daddy now aren't you Spike. Made me
and all didn't you?" Xander asks babbling, his rapidly changing thoughts
out.
Spike leans over and rubs Xander's face. 
"Yes, I am your Daddy now. And I'm getting a little upset that you keep
wanting to cut the game short. I'm only wanting thirty minutes, boy."
Spike's tone gets firm and harsh. Xander's eyes narrow at Spike's harsh
tone. 
"I don wanna play anymore. We have forever to play. I wanna hunt. I wanna
feed." Xander gets to his feet, heedless of his nakedness, he makes a
beeline for the door, behind which he can now hear the delicious sounds
of heartbeats once more. 
"They're out there waiting for us Daddy. Just begging to be played with."
Fangface to the fore, Xander's hungry again.
Spike moves, much faster than the fledgling vamp, and tackles him to the
ground. 
"Boy," he growls, gameface on, lowering his voice to a whisper, "Out
there are trained vampire killers. Think for a minute and remember
hunting with them. I can't fight them, and they'll kill you if they have
to. Now after they do that little spell, they'll think you're harmless
and we can go wherever you want. I don't want you dead, m'boy." 
Xander shivers at the name Spike uses. Something about it stings him,
maybe the tone. Xander listens to Spike, with as much restraint as he can
hold on to. He tries to wriggle out of Spike's grasp. 
"I used to fight with them. I know what they can do. Besides...Buffy's
dead...and well they Luuuuvvv me. " Xander croons in a silly little
voice, followed by that vicious devil's toddler laugh. Spike 's voice is
sad and somber and dangerous all at once. 
"They'll kill you, boy. Willow and Tara might hesitate but Giles is a
Watcher and Giles thinks all vampires are *bad*, remember? He'll kill you
without a thought." 
Xander's face slides back to human. He had been able to change it this
time. He grin is no less razor edge for the change. Something glints in
his eyes. 
"Bet if you called them back, told them somethin' was wrong with poor
little Xander." He sing songs. 
"Bet we could get at least one of them that way." The wheels in Xander's
mind are spinning fast. His demon is making plans and ready to unleash
what he has been given. 
Spike's brain searches desperately for some new way to distract the boy. 
"Still too risky. 'ow about we go back to the apartment and get you some
clothes and go 'unting for someone less dangerous to start?" 
"Woohoo.." Xander crows. Wiggling under Spike in earnest. 
"You mean it? Please? Yummy..yummy." Excitement abounds, as Xander acts
like a puppy about to get a treat. Spike nods. 
"Get dressed and let me get dressed and we'll go." He silently prays that
the spell will be done by then. 
Xander is up as soon as Spike lets him go. He races to where the duster
lays on the floor, pulling it on with a speed that he could have never
hoped for in life. With in the blink of a mortal eye, Xander is as
dressed as he can be, and ready to go, bouncing foot to foot in anxious
anticipation. 
"Ready." He chirps.
Spike takes a little longer to dress, especially having to lace up the
Docs. He looks over at Xander. 
"Are you going to behave or do I 'ave to 'old you on the walk out?" 
Xander sticks his lip out in a truly spectacular pout. Tilting his head
to one side, and looking through his thick dark lashes at Spike. 
"I don wanna." He mutters, over pouty lips. Spike raises an eyebrow. 
"After they do their little spell they will think you are harmless and
they'll go home and we can get them one at a time. So can you be good on
the way out?" 
Xander's face turns conspiratory. 
"Really?" He inches closer to Spike, lowering his too loud exclamations. 
"You promise? They do their old spell and we can play?" 
Spike strokes Xander's face. 
"Sweet boy, I told you after they do their old spell we can do *anything*
you want." 
Xander grins and presses to Spike's touch. 
"Goodie," he says after a contented little sigh. 
"Cause I wanna play with my parents, then Willow, always had a thing for
her." He confides, counting on his fingers as he details the things he
will be wanting to do once his Sire is satisfied with what he wants the
humans to do to him. 
"Theeen, I think I'll bite old Giles, just to see the look on his face.."
He looks at Spike quizzical, "the looks don't stay when they die do
they?" He looks mildly put on by this, but immediately brightens. 
"Oh but you can tell me what he looked like. Oh yes. That'll work."
Xander's new game of kill the scoobies was entertaining him nicely for
the moment. 
Spike nods, rubbing his thumb over Xander's lips. 
"Mmm, you're such a clever baby. We're going to 'ave so much fun
together." 
Xander kisses Spike's thumb, and gives it a little nip, grinning as he
retracts the fangs he let descend. The more time that passed, the easier
it was for him to change and manipulate his new talents. 
"So glad I'm your childe." He isn't sure of the term. He'd read it, but
had never heard it used often enough to feel comfortable with it. 
"I'm gonna make you happy." Xander promises with a big dopey grin
reminiscent of human Xander. 
Spike's eyes glow. 
"I know you are." He glances at the clock on the wall. Only fifteen
minutes left. 
"I'm so glad I'm your Sire." He threads his fingers in Xander's dark
hair. 
"Ready to go?" 
Xander jumps up and claps his hands together. 
"Yes, Sire." He rumbles, bouncing again and just itching to get out. 
Spike rests his hand lightly on the small of Xander's back as they move
out, watching him carefully for any signs of moving to attack the humans.
 
Xander's senses are immediately assaulted. He inhales harshly, flesh and
warm blood. The sound of heartbeats, slightly muffled by the closed door
now hit him hard enough to make him rock slightly. Feeling Spike's hand
on his back, he remembers his promise. He feels his fangs itch to extend
and be put to their proper use, making him whimper softly, as he tries
hard to hold them back. He is not, however, able to hold back his eyes.
Glowing yellow, as he walks through the shop with Spike at his back. The
thoughts are something else as well. Warring with himself. His new self.
He could do it. He could get at one of them at least. No he has to
behave. His whimpering is growing louder.
Outside the others are chanting, mid-spell. Spike wraps his arm around
Xander, hearing the whimpering, not wanting to overly test his ability to
control himself. He gets him outside and looks over, relieved to see
Angel's car still there. He all but pushes Xander into the car's
backseat. 
Angel had stayed closer than he probably should have. But he was well
acquainted with lurking around a Sunnydale with a slayer. So, other than
the self-recriminations and brooding, he found lurking around now not a
challenge really. He figured Spike would need a hand. He did not remember
ever hearing that Spike had made any childer, and the first one was
always a challenge. When he sees the pair leaving the Magick Box he knows
his assumptions had been right. He comes out of the shadow and to the
side of his car. 
"What went wrong?" Angel asks quietly, without greeting.
Spike looks over at Angel. 
"Boy wants to hunt. He's tired of playing sex games with his Sire
already. So we're going back to change and go hunt," he says, hoping his
eyes clearly convey to Angel the real meaning behind the words. 
Angel nods, and gets into the driver's seat. He thought from Spike's look
that he had probably better play along. Spike knew he wouldn't let him go
hunt, so the only reason to tell him that was to placate his new childe.
Xander from the backseat watches the exchange, and hisses again at
Angel's proximity, drawing to the other side of the car. Looking for
Spike's reassurance once more. 
Spike pulls Xander close. It shouldn't be this way, he thinks. Angelus
should be here, and I shouldn't have a bloody chip in my head, and we
should be taking my new childe out on his first hunt. Only a few minutes
later, they pull up to Xander's apartment and Spike moves out, waiting
for Xander. 
Xander slinks from the car, very dejected at Angel's presence and eyeing
him carefully. 
"Don't like him," Xander repeats his previous assessment of Angel. Then
moves behind Spike, and on toward the apartment. He doesn't want to do
this. He wants to run and be free. He loves Spike. Loves his Sire, trusts
him. He'd given himself to him freely as a mortal and now, he belonged to
him even more. It isn't that he doesn't want to be with him. He does,
that being one of the only things that makes him able to hold back his
new demon at all. The scents in the air torture his hard new senses,
pulling on him. He is getting very tired.
Spike looks at Xander. 
"There's blood in the apartment. C'mon and I'll 'eat you some while you
dress. Then we'll leave and go 'unt. I want to see you 'unt, m'boy." 
Angel keeps his distance following the two a little ways, then stopping. 
"Spike, do you need me to come hunting with you?" Making his question fit
the word game they seemed to be playing, for the boy's benefit. 
Spike looks back. 
"No. M'boy doesn't like you. Thank you for the ride." He pulls a
possessive arm around Xander, reassuring him. 
Angel nods, and just as quickly as he appeared, is gone. Xander takes
ease in Spike's holding him. Everything is so confusing and he just wants
it to stop. His mind and body are telling him so many things and his
beloved, his Sire is telling him others. He walks along only because he
is made to. He really just wants to fall down and have a tantrum right
here and now.
They make it to the apartment and Spike moves to the kitchen, taking out
blood to heat it. He looks at the clock. Five minutes. Just five more
minutes. Then they would see. Xander goes to the couch and whumps down on
it. Putting his elbows on his knees, he rests his chin on his hands
looking down at the floor. He kicks the carpet slightly with one foot.
His hyperactivity momentarily suspended. 
Spike comes back with a mug of blood, holding it out for Xander.
"Not as good as my blood, but then not many things are." He smiles a
cocky smile. Xander looks up just long enough to take the cup, and then
down at the floor again. The cup is warm and feels good against his cold
fingers. He won't look into, he knows what it is, and he knows it isn't
what he wants. Hungry or not, he wants to play and hunt and kill to eat.
Not be fed like some kept animal. 
Spike looks at his boy and it nearly breaks his undead heart. He doesn't
want to do this. Doesn't want to hurt him. 
"Want me to teach you a 'unting trick?" He asks. 
Xander chances to look up, in spite of himself. His dark sad eyes looking
at Spike. 
"Y-yes." He whimpers quietly.
Spike strokes Xander's face. 
"You're a Seducer, like me. I c'n tell 'cause you purred so easily, and
'cause you didn't stay under long when I used m'power on you. It's easy.
You just focus on your lust...and you've got plenty of that, m'boy. And
then you project it out. Get dressed and we'll go try it on some girl at
the pub on the corner. We'll go out the back way, avoid running into
Angel--I know you don't like 'im." 
Xander brightens. His hurt and confusion are forgotten for the moment. He
gets to his feet and laughs. The tinkling of blood soaked broken glass
would have sounded less ominous than that laugh. 
"Oh goodie. I thought you were going to make me stay here. Thought you
and Angel weren't going to let me play." He says, growing serious, well
beyond the youthful attitude his newborn status has as yet afforded him.
He won't look at Spike, he looks down at the mug in his hands. 
"I'm not stupid." He says softly. 
"I know," Spike says, stroking his face. 
"You're m'boy. I'm just trying t'keep you alive." He takes the blood from
Xander and downs it. 
"Go get dressed." 
Xander nods and goes to do what he was told to do. He's hungry but if
he's going to get real blood, he doesn't want what’s in that cup anyway.
He searches though his clothes, tossing them here, there and everywhere.
Finally he finds something he now thinks is halfway suitable. Something
that before he had tucked in the back of the closet, as something to be
worn only when Anya made him, and when not going out. That had been human
Xander. This is a different Xander altogether. He slithers into the
clothes and comes back out to Spike. Black leather pants that should have
been painted on. A black skin tight t-shirt, and midnight blue silk
button up. He had run his fingers through his hair, realizing again with
a laugh, vampire... no reflection. He was a vision of tall dark and
deadly.
Spike pulls Xander to him and kisses him. 
"You're beautiful. Let's go find you your first." He looks at the clock.
The spell should be done right...about...now. 
Xander draws up short. At first a small whimper the only indication there
is a problem. Then he falls to the floor, writhing and screaming. His
eyes glow hideous, with the intensity of something trying to burn them
from their sockets. He bows his body off the floor and cries out once
more, "Spiiiike." Then he goes limp, falling from his arc in an
ungraceful slump to the floor. Unconscious and still as the grave. He
looks for all the world like the corpse by all rights that he should be. 
Spike runs to the refrigerator and pulls out a large jug of blood and
goes back to his boy. He drinks down as much as he can of the cold, vile
stuff and then shifts into gameface, tearing open a wrist and putting it
over Xander's mouth.
The call of blood is a powerful thing to a vampire. Not breathing he
can't smell it, but he can taste it, and being his Sire's blood he can
feel it. Xander makes his long crawl back into the hard world outside.
Swallowing mouthfuls as they are offered, not suckling, just letting the
blood pour into his mouth and swallowing hard. His eyes finally open,
human dark brown, not a trace of gold. He looks up at Spike, and licks
the wound closed, as he still remembers being taught somehow. Laying back
on the floor, still and quiet, his eyes still open but things are hitting
Xander in a rush. His eyes grows wider and wider. He begins gasping like
fish out of water.
Spike pulls him up and to him, holding him. 
"Steady, m'boy. I got you. Steady. Shhh. S'ok." 
"Sp-p-pike." Xander manages and then gasps again. He feels boneless and
helplessly weak. He rolls his head to look up at Spike. 
"W-what? What happened? D-did..that...D-d-did that really h-happen?" He
says shivering as if he was freezing. 
"M' so sooo cold." He stutters.
"Sorry," Spike says. "Yes, it 'appened, m'boy. You're one of my kind now.
I didn't 'ave a choice. Lemme get you warm." Spike scoops Xander up in
his arms and carries him into the bedroom, laying him on the bed. He
strips off his clothes and Xander’s, knowing a naked body will warm
faster. He gets out the electric blanket and spreads it over him, turning
it on to the highest setting and crawling in beside him. 
Xander is still shaking but not from the cold, the blanket soothes the
chill he feels everywhere. 
"Spike. I'm a vampire. You made me a vampire." He blinks thinking that
over. The memory floods back, and he cries out, turning into Spike.
"Angel...no Angelus..He he..." Xander snakes a hand up to his mark, and
then over Spike's chest reassuring himself that all things were still
intact.
"Still 'ere. Still fine. Angel's got 'is soul back, courtesy of Red. And
'e won't lose it again. And now...you've got yours back." Spike swallows
hard and looks away for a moment, and back. 
Xander takes that in, and jumps right to the next thing that does a
run-by in the high-speed train that is currently his mind. 
"B-buffy?" Xander asks.
"She's...she's dead, Xander. Angelus killed 'er." Spike holds Xander's
gaze this time, ready to comfort him. 
A long ragged breath escapes Xander despite his not needing it. Tears
form in his dark eyes but won't fall. He is heartsick. Thinking of how
things had been left with them. Thinking how if things had been
different. Xander sits up at a start, a horror played on his face. 
"I ..I wished...umm. Did Anya..Spike. Oh god Spike. I didn't want her to
die. Just wanted her to leave us alone." Now those tears do fall, cold
tears in long winding streams pour over his cheeks. A sob breaking over
him. He falls back onto the bed and curls into Spike.
Spike pulls Xander close, rubbing his hand in soothing circles across
Xander's back. 
"No, luv, you didn't do anything. Buffy did it. She called 'im, called
the devil, brought it on 'erself. No wish. I'm so sorry. I know she was
yer friend." Spike is still a demon, and there is very little of him that
is sorry for Buffy's passing. She'll be in heaven again, like she wanted.
He's sorry for the pain she endured, and the pain her passing would cause
the others. But she had killed every bit of love in him that he had ever
felt for her. 
Xander pulls back from himself a little. He is so grateful for Spike's
words and his comfort. Even after all the horrible shit Buffy did to him.
Xander reaches up with a trembling hand and strokes his cheek softly,
leaning further to nuzzle into Spike's neck. There is so much more
hitting him. The demon and the soul having a little battle in his head.
The being a vampire and everything that goes with that. But with
everything that had changed and that he had lost, there is the one
constant. Spike. He'd been there with him through it all. His memory is
sketchy and he still had gaps but, that he just knows. 
He remembers something that vampires can do. He doesn't remember if he
can, but he thinks he can. So he tries. The tiniest little kitten of a
purr rolls out of Xander's chest as he strokes Spike's cheek. He wants
him to know something. To know how much he means to him. How through it
all he is happy with him. Spike looks back at Xander and he purrs too. 
"My boy," he whispers. 
"My precious boy." He touches his forehead to Xander's. 
"So much to talk about, but it can wait until you're ready. For right
now, just know you're safe with me." 
Xander smiles through his tears. A half cried little laugh. 
"I'll always be with you now. Forever?" Tear filled eyes look up into
Spike's clear blue eyes.
"Forever, my childe, my boy, my precious love, my Xander," Spike says. 
"I will never leave you." 
Xander moves, his body still trembling but more under his control now. He
kisses Spike. A kiss passed between them that had no lust, no drive, no
motive. It simply says, 'I love you,' more purely than any undead *thing*
could ever hope to express. Soul or not, things maybe different but not
between them. A vampire and a human, two vampires. Doesn't matter. This
is still love.
Spike pulls Xander closer to him. 
"Mine," his voice says tenderly, softly, filled with love and emotion.
"And I am yours." 
Xander nuzzles into Spike's neck. Licking where his pulse point would be.
 
"Forever..." Xander murmurs in response.
Spike shivers and strokes the back of Xander's neck. 
"Yessss. Forever." Just Xander licking that point has him hardening. He
remembers Xander biting there earlier, in their rut of passion, and he
rubs against Xander. 
Xander nuzzles again, nudging Spike's throat as if it were some vampiric
teat. He licks and pulls and tries. Something is stopping him from doing
what he thinks he is supposed to. He is hungry. Vampires eat blood and
Spike's is there under that spot. He nudges it again, and growls
frustration. Spike chuckles, and pushes on the nape of Xander's neck. 
"C'mon, m'boy, you can drink." 
The demon who now is a co-inhabitant of Xander's dead as a doornail body,
has been hiding, sulking more like. All crowded up with this damn soul
that keeps tittering 'bout dead humans...SLAYERS!! and oh the pain at the
hands of grandsire.. well he doesn't like him either but that is beside
the point. This is not how unlife was supposed to go. Not even one human
feeding. Sure he got Sire's blood, but damn. Then his Sire speaks, and
the blood is all that matters. He is told to feed. So he will. Xander's
face slides, letting his demon smile up into his Sire's face, before
descending onto his Sire's neck viciously biting down and drinking
deeply, Sire's blood exploding in his mouth. Xander remembers this. The
best stuff on earth. 
Spike holds Xander to him, moaning, rocking his body against him. 
"Didn't get many human feeds myself, baby boy, for a long, long time
after I was made. Angelus fed me off his own body for as long as he
could. Taught me the hunt but dranks the kills himself and fed me. Made
me more powerful faster, and it will for you too."
Xander pulls back to look at Spike, blood covering his lips, and teeth. 
"It's ok? I mean it won't hurt you?" Xander wants to drink, wants to feed
and his demon is throwing a fit he even stopped this long. But with a
soul came a little more control it seems. He wants to know. Wants Spike
to teach him everything. 
"No. I slugged quite a bit in the living room when you collapsed. I'm
fine. As long as I drank extra, I could feed you every day." 
"Every day?" Xander does not like the sound of that. His demon is oddly
quiet. "But, then you have to take care of me. I'd be like a baby." A
little pout coming on. Maybe all those newborn ways aren't gone yet after
all.
"*My* baby. And it was good enough for me. Made me strong enough to kill
a Slayer when I was only twenty years dead. Besides...it makes me 'arder
than 'ell when you feed from me. It's like sex, but better." 
Xander smiles at this. Spike likes to feed him. Likes this. Xander goes
back to let his demon enjoy himself. Lapping, and sucking at the wound he
made. His fangs scraping the skin, and making new little tears. Xander is
anything but elegant with his feeding, and gentleness a foreign concept.
He is hungry. An untrained and hungry childe. One of the many things
Spike will have to teach him no doubt.
Spike writhes against Xander's body, moaning and purring and making
little lust-filled cries. He has no idea how Angelus used to manage to be
so stoic when he fed him. 
"Oooo my good boy," he coos, continuing to stroke the back of his neck. 
Xander wraps his arms around Spike, and bites down again. Feeling the
flesh tear in his mouth, a glut of blood rushing to him. He gulps and
swallows heavily. Quickly becoming buzzed from the surge of power that
much Sire's blood at once would most definitely give one so young. Xander
falls away more than pulls back. He is a like bit fat, well fed tick,
full enough to pop. He smacks his lips licking them clean, then
remembers. Turning he licks the wound closed. Looking up at Spike with a
sweet grin, that made his whole face seem to glow. 
"Thank you, Daddy." He giggles lightly. 
Spike smiles. 
"You are a sweet boy. Given how rotten your father is, though, not so
sure that's a term of endearment." Xander looks at Spike, very serious.
He knows Spike is talking about his mortal father. And yes he was a
bastard. 
"You made me. I am whatever you want me to be. The man that gave me life.
He is nothing to me, and that term is only for you. You are the only one
who deserves it." Xander holds Spike's eyes in his for moment before
dropping back down next to his beloved Sire, cuddling him. 
Spike cradles Xander to him. 
"My boy. I am your Daddy, your Sire, whatever you want to call me. The
only thing that is important is that I am yours and you are mine and I
will never hurt you and I will never leave you." 
"I like calling you Daddy. If you like it. I don't like Master. Sounds
like a 70's porno. I like calling you Sire." Xander kisses Spike softly,
letting his happy mood and his grin come back. "Together forever." Xander
sing songs sweetly.
"Forever." Spike noses down, sniffing and licking at the claiming mark on
Xander's neck. 
"And I really like Sire. Reminds me of you calling me Sir, and the twitch
that gave my cock in Mary's." 
Xander giggles, that devil's peal still rings in his laugh. 
"I was soo scared. Did you know that?" Things seem so far away. Only days
ago, but now seems like ages. Xander isn't afraid, he had Spike. He is
still Xander, but now something more, too. He remembers everything of his
mortal life, the last few days which were coming back in patches not
withstanding. Although he remembers he is apart from it. He feels for
those people he had known, for the life he had, but he isn't a part of it
like that anymore. Even Buffy's death seems a distant and removed thing. 
Spike nips against the mark with blunt teeth. 
"Yes. I know. But you did it anyway. It was positively delicious." 
Xander closes his eyes and moans softly. 
"Oh that's so different now. Everything feels so different." He opens his
eyes and looks at Spike again. 
"I remember why you did this. I remember most of it. ..." Xander pauses,
"what can I ever do for you?" He asks deeply needing something. 
Spike lifts his head to look into Xander's eyes. 
"You can be my childe and stay with me. Just keep loving me. That's all I
'ave ever wanted or needed." 
"That I can do." Xander murmurs and kisses Spike hungrily, taking his
mouth with all the love and passion he feels for his Sire. Breaking the
kiss, he huffs, still feeling that he needs to breath. 
"Tell what to do. Tell me what you want. Teach me." Xander pleads, in
unneeded breathy pants. Spike smiles and purrs. 
"I want you. Bloody well want you now." Spike reaches for the lube and
applies it to himself. 
"Pull up your knees for me, luv. Wanna try something a little different."
 
Xander still feels weak from whatever effect having a soul slammed back
into an undead body seems to have, but tries to make his body do as Spike
told him. His legs shake a little but he manages. His wide eyes watching
Spike closely. 
Spike sees the shaking and he grabs his legs, holding them in place,
taking the strain off Xander to hold them. 
"If it's too much, luv, tell me." He starts to press his way slowly into
Xander, watching his face as he does so. 
Xander pulls at the strength he gained from Spike's blood, and makes his
body do what he wanted. He wants to what Spike wants. He won't be a
disappointment. He knows Spike is watching him, he makes his face show
that he wants this. 
"No...please. Please," He says, making his back bow up again to meet
Spike's body. Spike nods in approval and pushes deep, slowly and firmly. 
"I love you, m'boy. So glad I didn't lose you." He leans over his body,
kissing up his chest and sucking a nipple into his mouth, nipping it
gently. 
Xander's back arches further to that chill of pain pleasure. The
attention to his nipples sends shocks to his cock, which hardens between
their bodies. 
"I love you." He moans, turning his head to watch Spike's mouth, the
sight as much of a turn on as the feeling. After a moment he has to look
away again, closing his eyes, he forces himself to raise and lower
against Spike's cock, working the initial burn into inevitable pleasure. 
Spike starts moving faster and harder, angling down to hit that sweet nub
each time. He can feel Xander harden between them and he reaches down to
stroke gently up and down the firm shaft. He nips again on Xander's
nipple, biting down more firmly and flicking his tongue back and forth
across it. 
Xander fights with his body to match Spike, the quivering bolt that fills
his mind with little stars at each hit on his prostate not helping his
concentration in the least. He lets his demon come out more and more, to
feed the strain he feels. His eyes flash yellow, and his hands find the
back of Spike's neck clenching hard and pulling in his hair at the
perfect torture given to his nipple. 
"Spike, Spike, Spike...." He chants, in time with the thrusts into his
ass. 
Spike is getting more and more aroused. The hand clenched in his hair
raises a growl of pleasure and he feels his own demon rise. Xander, his
childe, man and demon both together...he couldn't ask for more. He shifts
into gameface, letting the sharp edges of his fangs just barely scrape
the nipple as he sucks it in and licks the hard nub. 
Xander feels the weakness in his limbs and decides to let his demon out.
Demon after all, should be with the stamina having. His face shifts and
snarls next to Spike's ear, at the scrape over his nipple. His body's
efforts to fuck the hell out of his Sire, now pale with the demon firmly
planting his ass in the driver's seat. Clenching and curling fingers
became a set of vice grips, wrenching hard almost wanting Spike to rip
the damn thing off, just to watch it bleed. Somewhere the soul cringes at
the thought, but is just too tired to speak up. Have fun is a whispered
response, to which the demon howls. Xander's hips works at a pace no
human can ever hope to match, and a force most would pray never to feel. 
"SIIIIRRE!!!" he growls now into Spike's neck. 
Spike hears the shift into gameface, feels the frantic pace Xander is
pushing, and changes his own movements, matching strength for strength,
pressing harder and faster into Xander. He bites down, sinking his teeth
into the sensitive nipple and sipping on the blood that wells up. The
hand on Xander cock works more furiously now, stroking firm and fast. 
"Oh god, fu-u-uck me." Xander begs. The bed under them feels like it
going to shake apart from their motions. Even with the glut of blood he
has already taken from Spike, Xander's fangs itch to be buried in that
soft white flesh. He licks Spike's neck, the one gentleness he is able to
manage in their violent coupling. A whimper cuts through the growled
snarls. He needs to be told. 
Spike reaches out his other hand and pulls Xander to his neck, wanting to
feel those fangs in his neck, wanting his childe to feed from him again.
He had started wanting to be gentle but their demons are having no part
of it...blood calling to blood, Seducer to Seducer. 
Xander takes the pull as his permission, biting with a force that would
have killed instantly, were it not for this being his Sire's neck he torn
into. The blood gushing freely into his mouth, the bright fire that he
knows as Spike. The power of their body's seeking ultimate pleasure
awakens something in him. A hard dull buzz, low in his belly, just behind
his cock, it thrills up his cock making him gurgle a bloody groan. That
ecstasy-inducing buzz moves quickly up and over his body, then reaches
out and pulls just as violently as if it is his hands. He has no control
of it, whatever it is has a mind of its own. Xander loves it. 
The feel of Xander's fangs sinking into him makes him bite deeper into
the poor abused flesh in front of him. Spike feels his Childe's Seducer
aura welling up and washing over him and his own responds, reaching out
and touching Xander, caressing him and then covering him with its
strength. The warm hum of their powers make them both glow and crackle as
they touch each other. 
Electricity and fire, between cold dead bodies, writhing in unnatural
vitality. All contradictions brought together in hellfire's own magick.
Sex and death and blood. They roll together in the bestial union of two
vampires completely consumed by one another. Two auras intertwine, making
a whole. Xander rips his mouth from Spike's neck, a spurt of blood
trailing from his mouth as he falls back, caught in the exquisite
delectation of it all. 
"Ahhh.....SIRE!!!" He manages in a strangled cry.
Spike raises his head and he moves his mouth back to Xander's mark,
sinking his teeth in and pulling Xander's mouth back to his neck. He has
never felt so vital and energized and whole in his entire existence as he
feels at this moment. His body is moving now almost independent of
thought, straining and pushing towards their mutual completion. 
Xander raises his head to Spike's urging, the lighting crash that was the
bite into his mark forcing another buzzing rise from deep in his gut.
Somewhere between where Spike is impaling him and where his cock is
pulled hard in Spike's hand, the feeling rises. The spine-tingling roll
runs up him in a wave as he bites in again fiercely taking his Sire’s
blood into his mouth. No longer able to see, or take anything else in,
his body surges and releases, shaking him to the core. Every part of him
contracts, trying to squeeze out in the ropes of cold seed he spills over
Spike's hand and belly. Sheer contracted freeze is the only thing that
keeps his mouth at the neck he had been offered. 
Xander's muscles clenching down on him and the intoxicating taste of his
blood in Spike's mouth was enough to push him to his own climax. He
empties himself, flooding Xander inside with wave after wave of cool
liquid. As they start to calm and come down Spike takes out his fangs and
licks the wound closed. 
"M'boy, need to stop. Lick it closed," he urges Xander. 
Xander, still caught in the auras, the buzzing, his own release, feeling
Spike spill into his body. His fangs still firmly in place he bites
harder, trying to hold on to something, waiting for the ride to stop. His
hands clench and pull, as his mouth locks, more fierce than a pitbull on
his one constant. His Sire. Spike reaches over and strokes Xander's jaw,
hitting the spots his Sire used to use to make him stop drinking when
he'd lose control. 
"Boy, stop." He repeats firmly. 
Hearing the command, and feeling the sharp pain of the spot Spike
strokes, Xander draws back, his jaw clicks as he forces it open,
blinking, and trying very hard to pull back to himself. He gives a
burbled little cry at being forced off. After working his jaw for a
minute, he does as he has been told, looking up at Spike. 
"I'm sorry," he winces a little. "I just...I'm .." He sighs.
Spike caresses his fingers over Xander's face. 
"No, m'boy. I did it too, as a fledge. 'S how I knew what to do to stop
you." Spike slumps down on Xander's body. 
"Dunno about you boy, but I've 'ad a full day. Ready to sleep?" 
Xander turns into Spike's touch, his face sliding back to human. 
"Yeah I'm tired too. Did...did...I take too much?" Xander is really upset
with himself. He'd always eaten to much as a human, wondered if that
would keep happening now that he was dead. 
"You'll teach me...right...tomorrow? Please." Xander asks.
Spike purrs. 
"Tomorrow. We'll start with everything tomorrow." He rolls off to the
side and pulls Xander to him. His arm is wrapped possessively around
Xander's waist. 
"I love you, m'boy. Tomorrow is the start of forever for us." 
Xander, hearing his Sire's purr, is lulled and begins his own happy if
softer purr. Sleepily he smiles and curls into Spike's embrace. 
"Love you, Daddy." He giggles softly as his eyes drift closed.
The two of them drift off to sleep, Sire and Childe, wrapped in each
other's arms. 
 

THE END