16 - Bed & Breakfast II

~ Xander ~

Cute. Cute. Cute.

He is such a baby!

After I relieved myself, I stare in the mirror. On my neck, where the shoulder begins is the mother of all hickies. Looks like I was right with my theory. There is just one shallow cut where one fang nicked my skin. It’s already closed and fading. I wonder why I don’t freak. I should freak, shouldn’t I? I had a vampire sucking on my neck for god’s sake!

It’s about 4 p.m. and I’m hungry. I go to the fridge to make me something to eat. There is enough for two big sandwiches, I withstand the urge to open the crisper drawer where Spike keeps his blood, which I nearly gulp down. It’s weird. Even after the big sandwiches I feel like something is missing. A little piece of chocolate perhaps? I am still hungry for something special… I really have to go shopping to stock up on Twinkies or something.

There is nothing different for me to do so I go into Spike’s room, open the window, so the fresh wind can take the penetrating rose scent away. I strip the sheets, put them into the washer, collect the rose leaves and throw them away. The scented candles and the rose bouquets get new places in the living, training and kitchen spaces. Our bags are still out besides the front door, so I bring them in and unpack them. I see the chocolate and the whiskey on the bedside table. The chocolate makes her way into the fridge, while I give the whiskey a new home in the bedside table. When I open the drawer I see the biggest tube of lube I ever saw and several pairs of leather and metal cuffs.

Gah. Panic. Swallow. Again. Deep breath. Gah.

My mind feeds me with shocked numbness and jealous pictures of a naked Spike cuffed to the iron frame of the bed, moaning and wriggling, unnecessary panting, his cock and balls glistering from wetness out of the monster lube tube.

The whiskey is pushed in and the drawer slams shut. God! Get a grip, Xander, damn it!

 

~ Spike ~

Nothin’ so nice as if to wake up with a start because of a hammerin’ heartbeat.

What did the whelp find now? Got his knickers in a twist right good. Poor heart is pumpin’ for all it’s worth. And it’s worth a lot.

Getting out of the bed, I stagger over to my room. My room? What the hell is he doing in my… Oi, whelp, give me more. Just bend a little more and lose your clothes *before*. Great, hard now. Why is he putting satin sheets on the bed? Ah right, the rose scent. Can’t wait to get me out of his bed, can he? Bloody tease. Wriggles his ass at me and it’s all just much ado about nothing. Dark blue sheets, perfect for his tan. Would look bloody gorgeous on that fabric. Naked. Grrr.

 

~ Xander ~

I spin around when I hear growling behind me. Fuck. Spike, in black briefs, hard as… the hardest thing you can imagine.

“Mornin’.” He grumbles, love him like this, all dishevelled and pouting.

“Erh, morning lube, Spike. I mean hard morning, Spike!” Goofy grin, hoping that he is still too groggy to get the slip.

 

~ Spike ~

Morning lube? Hard morning? Got some impressive slips going this early. So huh? Cocking one eyebrow, leaning my head to one side, smirk in place, I just look at him.

And he gets this expression in his eyes which fresh mommies get over their just born babies. Huh? This is the arrogant Big Bad face. The you-cannot-hide-anything-from-me face. And he looks at me like I were a newborn kitten. Grrrr.

 

~ Xander ~

The attitude works when he is in his black uniform, duster in place, cig in hand, locks gelled back, but… Now, in only briefs and the hair standing up in all directions and curly around the base of his skull, nope. Looks like a kitten, just awoken, wanting to snuggle.

“Cute.” I say loud before I can stop myself.

“’M not cute!”

“Are too.”

“Am not cute. Handsome. Sexy.” Rubbing with one fist on his eye.

“That you are too.” I say boldly, blushing immediately and shocked by my own courage.

Suddenly his expression changes, becomes fearful and disturbed. In one fast movement he is right in front of me, examining my hicky.

 

~ Spike ~

He is the cute one, especially when he is blushing like a shy virgin and turning his head sideways, looking to the ground embarrassed. Hey, what is that? A hicky? Oh fuck. I am in front of him before I can think, one hand grabbing his chin, raising his head and the other poking on the hicky.

“I am sorry, Xan. I wasn’t aware of… did I hurt you? I didn’t want to…”

“Stop it, Spike.” He commands firmly.

“But you’re hurt. I bit you!” And I can’t even remember it! Fuck.

“I am not hurt. And you didn’t bite me.” Wish I could.

“But…” why is he still here. Should panic and flee when I nibble on his neck.

“No but. We were both sleeping. I just saw it in the mirror. It didn’t hurt. Your chip has not gone off. It must have been an accident. You just scraped me with one of your fangs. No biggie.”

“You’re not mad.”

 

~ Xander ~

“No.” Why should I be mad, if it doesn’t even bother me? He stares at me as if I grew a second head. Or as if I am a totally different person than before. Maybe I am. I smile reassuringly at him. My gaze drifts down to one dark nipple, stays there. Sucking or biting or both? What would he prefer?

I barely catch myself before my mouth can ask the question loud. Poooh.

“Go feed. I want to shower. I ate already. Your clothes are in the dresser.” I say and make a run for the bathroom.

“Xan?” He calls.

“Yeah?” I turn around, the knob of the bathroom door already in my hand.

“First suck them ‘til they’re hard and then bite them.” He snaps his teeth and smirks.

GAH! I said that loud! I nearly fall through the bathroom door and shut it firmly behind me, panting.

I can hardly get in the shower before my hand grabs my hard nearly bursting cock. I picture again Spike’s nipples, the feel of them against my mouth, how they would get hard, when I suck them and how I would bite down, gently at first, then harder, Spike arching into the delicious pain… I come faster and harder than ever before in my whole life. And wow did I have some quick orgasms.

When the fog lifts in my head a little, it hits me, that Spike must be able to smell the flood of pheromones but hey, I am a young man! Full of raging hormones. Young men like me jerk off in the shower! Constantly.

 

~ Spike ~

With my back against the bathroom door I am able to hear the wonderful little noises he makes, the low, suppressed moans and groans.

I shudder, when he comes fast and hard, a deep nearly growling sound, unsuppressed rolls out of his throat.

I look down on my own begging erection. Sigh. I am too old to quickly jerk off and hide the evidence. I want into the shower. Want to bathe in the pheromones and the scent of semen from my nummy while I wank.

When the door opens, light years later, I act fast. I slide along his whole, still lightly wet body, pressing myself against him, breathing in deeply, absorbing the gasp he makes, enter the bathroom and close the door behind me. Everything in less than two seconds. Nearly flying into the shower stall, I get dizzy from the musky mix of scents. Fisting my cock with fast hard strokes, inhaling deeply, the force of the *need* makes me tremble, I cum whimpering. Bloody hell.

 

~ Xander ~

Huh? Spike really needs to shower, heh?

When I am dressed and through with the unpacking of my bags, I go back to the main room. Spike is dressed, black jeans, black shirt, barefoot, and crouched in front of the entertainment centre, sorting through the mix of his and my cds.

He looks up and smirks at me. Yeah, I’m pheromone boy, say hello! I grab a pencil and some paper sheets and sit down at the dining table. I note down the things I remember from the bar. After a few moments I decide I need help. Biting my lip, I try to figure out the best approach, so I don’t get too much laughter from Spike. Fuck it!

“Spike?”

“Hm?”

“Can you help me with this? I wanna make a list and get it right.”

I see the curiosity in his face when he walks towards me. I show him my list and he runs away. Huh?

“Erm Spike…?”

Oh there he is again, with little cards in different colours. His eyes starts to sparkle when he explains to me how the different colours belong to different demons and the drinks could easily be written down on them, so I had them at hand quickly every time. Unh huh. I never saw Spike this enthusiastic, not even when he fought against demons and won. He is kneeling on one chair, the cards sorted by colour on the table, he notes down names and shoves them around… Oh god. God or whoever, whatever… help me… he is a Giles!

“Look,” he begins, not even noticing my horrified eyes. “I sorted the demons by origin or relation. For every demon a card with information on it. Starting with drinks, allergic reaction, language and some specialties. You just have to complete the information when you serve them, look it up when you need it or learn it in your free time.” Huh? Please Giles-Spike, mercy! But the idea is good, I get behind the system fast and it’s really good. Spike helps me to complete the information I had from the barkeepers last night.

While he writes, the tip of his tongue peeks out and I have to suppress the urge to capture it between my teeth and bite it until it bleeds. Whoa. I shudder and he looks strangely at me. Goofy grin. This will not work forever, if I don’t get this out of my system, I have to talk to him…

 

~ Spike ~

If he thinks, he can get away with flashing the goofy grin at me, he is seriously wrong. I know, there is something he wants or wants not to talk about. If he does not deliberately, I will ask him. Silly git. Can tell me everything. Should know that.

 

17 - Truth I

 

~ Xander ~

“Spike?”

“Hmhm.”

“Who... what is Treckle?”

“Mekta Demon.” Spike says without hesitation but as if that would answer all my questions. I wait for a moment, and hope that Spike gets a clue.

“and?” I prompt finally, trying an annoyed undertone so he doesn’t notice how hard it is for me to ask for something, even if it’s just some information.

//Shut up! Why do YOU need to know that? Just SHUT UP before I SHUT YOU UP!”//

 

~ Spike ~

Well, time for that talk then. All painful memories, please get in line!

Why does he have to ask this before work, bloody hell! I can’t even drink myself into a stupor before I have to dig everything out. But, one drink is good. I go over to the bar in the living room and take out my best whiskey. I see nummy’s look but ignore it. I know he doesn’t like people (me) drinking.

I fill a big tumbler and try to give him a whiff of the stuff. When he smells the full and noble flavour, he relaxes instantly and I have to grin. As if you couldn’t get drunk on the expensive booze and beat your kid to a bloody pulp.

“’K. Mekta demons are empaths. You know, they feel what you feel... “ Ouch, I flinch away from the look in his eyes, just as I imagined this would go.

 

~ Xander ~

“Asshole!” I can’t believe this. Damn you fucking vampire!

“I am sorry, okay? I... “

“Oh just can it! So did he give you some clues about me?” I turn away and start to pace. I am so damn angry, my whole body is anger. And the deep calming breaths are just like more oil to the fire.

“No! We didn’t talk about you at all!”

Oh, not that important, huh? Just a stupid human boy.

“Xan...”

“Fuck you Spike!”

 

~ Spike ~

 

Oh bloody hell! I didn’t even ask Treckle for a peek inside nummy’s feelings! They are obvious anyway. Everybody is able to tell what goes on in his head and heart just by taking one look into his eyes.

“You can block him with a specially made amulet. I will get you one if you want...”

“WANT? Of course I fucking want one!” I watch him pace and feel myself harden. The muscles of his whole body are tense, his fists clench and unclench, his strong jaw works, eyes are wild and dark with rage. Mhmmm, my demon wants this beauty, wants to tame it without breaking.

“You’ll get one. Promise. As soon as possible.”

One fast move and he is in front of me, “And how soon...” yelling in my face, grabbing my shirt, “is soon?” Shaking me so hard the fabric creaks under his fingers but his gaze never wavers. I am not able to move, I am captured in his flaming eyes forever.

Take me...spank me... make me yours... my demon whispers to the beast inside him, but it won’t hear me.

Waiting for an answer I am not able to give so close to him, he pushes me away suddenly. I stumble backwards, clumsily seeking the support of the bar counter.

“Two days. Not longer.” I eventually manage to croak out.

He sits down again and takes my tumbler in one hand. Staring at the alcohol swirling lazily in circles, he nods over to my chair in a silent order to sit down. I comply.

He turns the glass again and again with sure, experienced finger movements until he brings the tumbler to his mouth and empties it in one long swallow.

The clank of the glass set down on the wooden bar is loud in the heavy silence. Transfixed I stare at the pink tip of the whelp’s tongue, sneaking out to collect the last traces of liquid from a sinful upper lip.

“’K.” He says and I wait for him to continue. I grab the bottle and refill the tumbler but he is not even looking at it. Instead his gaze is fixed on something behind me, over my head.

 

~ Xander ~

That’s it. Time for the goodbye. Have a nice life. Fuck. Yay Harris.

Congrats, you screwed up again!

“I am sorry.” HUH? He is sorry, yes, well, he had this psycho demon check me out so he should feel guilty... guilty? Spike? Nah.

“It’s okay, forget it! It’s just I don’t like people looking inside my head. Hate to go to the dentist.”

 

~ Spike ~

I start to chuckle. Who could resist this naive charm tinged with the blackest humour?

I definitely can’t and I wish I was allowed to hug and kiss him mercilessly to punish him for the drama queen scene he just made.

And there is that look again. Grrr. The shy gaze up through lowered lashes.

So want to see if he still looks shy when he has my cock down his throat and looks up at me while he sucks... ah, damn. One hand goes to my crotch to make the growing spike more comfortable.

“So fire away, wot d’ya wanna know?”

“Treckle. How did you meet?”

Ahhh.

“Jealous?” I tease and regret it the moment the words leave my mouth.

A short flash of anger and then only hurt reflects in his eyes.

 

~ Xander ~

It’s not that I can compare myself to Treckle or even challenge him. He is gorgeous and they have history together...

“Alright. I was searching for a place to settle down about five years back and when I went out to have a look at a few possible buildings the sales clerk brought Treckle with him, ‘coz he was looking for a new club location.

We had a look at various houses and finally I decided on this one, even if it was too big for me but he asked if we could share it and so we did. It was okay with me ‘coz I wasn’t planning on staying here at that time. I just wanted to have something safe as a fallback.”

“Go on!” Why not tell me everything, come on, how did you get into each other’s pants? I sneer inside my head. But it looks like Spike can hear it pretty good.

“Everything is 50/50. We both own the club and the building.” Spike takes a deep breath and leans forward, elbows on the bar, his hands in his hair, gaze on the shiny reflection-less dark wood.

“When I first came here, years after the actual buying of the building, Dru was not well. She screamed and ranted about me taking advantage of her, of submitting to my elders. The minions were going wild. She sired most of them and they felt more loyalty to her. We fought every minute, she said I would live, work and be against the lore, against our codec. The minions knew she was a bit crazy but she can be very insistent. She started to ‘have’ visions of a comeback of Angelus. The minions did believe her and I had to flee from the lair. The minions I sired, the few who where still loyal to me wanted to follow me, but I asked them to stay close to Dru and protect her. They were ordered to give me notice when the situation changed, one way or the other. I went back to the Twilight.”

He looks up, one hand under the chin the other falls forward, palm upwards, non threatening. Without hesitation I lay my hand on his, thumbs fitting perfectly. We both look down and I admire the contrast of skin. Tanned calloused hand against slim fingered soft paleness. Cool against warmer flesh. This feels good.

I look up but Spike still stares down at our entwined hold.

Then: “I found Treckle and blocked out everything with him.” I want to rip my hand away, don’t want to touch what will never be mine, but Spike holds me, prevents my escape and looks up at me. Blue eyes, cold and distant bore into mine when he continues to speak.

“We had a good time. Half a year of fun.”

Thousands of pictures of positions and a laughing, cuming, moaning Spike flash through my mind.

“He fell for me, I didn’t. When he told me, I wanted to talk with him but one of my minions interrupted us. I was told that Dru had killed nearly all the minions in her preparations for the comeback of the mighty Angelus. She sorted out the unworthy. He told me that my minions had to strap her to a bed ‘coz she wanted to go out, dance in the sun, get a tan, be pretty or some such rot. I went straight back to her.”

What a bad pun!

“She calmed down, took me back and we came back to Sunnyhell for the real comeback of Angelus thanks to Slutty. The rest is what you know.”

I nod.

 

~ Spike ~

“He thought, he could have you while you were still with Dru?”

I nod and try not to notice the warm fingertips starting to move.

“Well, he never stood a chance. Pretty bad empath if you ask me.” He says with a totally sincere face and I have to chuckle. I nearly missed the next – whispered - question.

“Whataboutnow?”

 

18 - Truth II

~ Xander ~

Damn, why did I ask that? I look down; fleeing from the pity, I am sure to find in his eyes. My reflection stares up at me and I have to suppress a groan. Sometimes being human is a curse. I close my eyes, not wanting to see my misery mirrored right back at me. I bend my elbow, resting my forehead on my arm and grab the edge of the table. The feeling of heavy massive wood under my fingers always gives me the pretence of safety.

He increases the pressure on my hand a bit and I am suddenly very aware of the smooth coolness of his long fingers. The tips start to move as mine already are, caressing the part where hand and arm meet.

“He still hits on me. I… my feelings for him are still the same.” One fingernail scrapes along one of my pulsing veins and I shiver lightly.

Nevertheless: “So you don’t love him but mess with him?” Yes, I am upset. I am not sure what bothers me more. Spike fucking him and not me… whoa… or Spike using him.

The fingertips still and I turn my head to the side, glancing up at Spike when he doesn’t respond to me. He looks at me, frowning and cocks an eyebrow.

“I don’t fuck him anymore, if that’s what you mean. I wouldn’t use him like that, but he is stubborn. He still hits on me nearly all the time. Not that I am not flattered, he is beautiful.” Spike’s eyes glaze over and get distant. I know he thinks back to times he had that beautiful man, yes he is beautiful, I give him that, in his bed, in his arms.

Reluctantly, but determinedly, I pry my hand away and stand up.

“Time to get ready for work.” I offer as an apology to cover up how it pains me, that plain memories can get Spike so distracted. I bet his cock is already rock hard just recalling these pictures of this dark haired, muscled demon under him, begging for more of his thick cock inside… GAH. I so have to get ready for work! Now!

 

~ Spike ~

Huh? Where is the whelp? Damn.

“Whelp?”

“My room.”

“Are you getting ready for work?”

“What does it look like, genius?” Grrr. He flinches, not from my growling but because he fears to get kicked out for his bitching.

“You haven’t even eaten yet.” He stares at me and I repeat the last sentence in my head. Bloody hell!

“I am not hungry. I’ll eat after work…” Oh, he bites his lips but I can so hear the “mom” in the end!

A sly grin crawls up on my face when I remember my plan. Oh yeah. He looks at me, his expression changes from amused to slightly scared.

“Spike?” He asks with a, more put-on than not, tremble in his voice.

“Yes pet?” I answer, grin cheerfully and try to look innocent.

“The innocent look really doesn’t work for you.” He says laughing but still worried.

“No?” I pout and try puppy dog eyes. And so have to laugh. He is right, innocence grabs its stuff and runs away screaming when the demon moves in.

“What are you up to?” I look pointedly at his crotch, where the slightly larger than normal outline of his cock shows.

“Me?” Oh, what a delicious blush.

“You.” He nevertheless gets out and his fingers twitch in their urge to poke me in the chest. Oooh, wish he would use something different to poke me. However, I will so not bottom for a human, not even for this nummy human.

“I have clothes for you.” I say and grin.

“Clothes?”

“Yes.”

“For tonight?”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Oh yes!”

“Oh no Spike!”

 

~ Xander ~

Who the hell knows what he has for me. Red silk and leather? No way. Do you hear me? NO WAY.

“Oh come on! You haven’t even looked at them!”

Spike pouts and that is a look that really works for him. That lower lip stuck out and the pleading blue eyes, looking up from under thick black lashes, get him everything he desires in this world. I bet they work on Treckle. Not on me though.

“NO.”

“Please.” He whines and are those tears in his eyes?! Oh damn you.

“But no red silk for me!”

His eyes lighten up and he actually jumps a little. Who are you and where is my Spike? He grabs me by the hand and pulls me all the way to his bedroom. I am pushed on the bed.

Oh yeah, take me… whoa. Spike produces a big brown paper bag from under the bed and takes something black out. Leather pants. NO WAY.

“No.” I say and try to scramble backwards. He holds me on my ankle and pulls me back.

“You haven’t even tried them on.”

“No way do I wear leather!”

“You ever wore real leather?”

“No, but…”

“How do you know if you like it or not?”

“I won’t wear these pants…” I relent. “tonight.”

The pout again and then: “Figured that, but it was worth the try.” He looks sad for a second – damn good actor, I grit my teeth – then flings the trousers away. I have the urge to get them off the floor and fold them neatly. It’s just that I never had someone buying me clothes and thinking about how I’ll look in them.

He gets another item out of the bag. Faded black jeans. I sigh.

“At least try them on.” Just jeans right? How can I get out of it?

“Okay, but when I don’t like them…”

“Yeah, yeah, you don’t have to wear them.” He interrupts me impatiently and rolls his sparkling blue eyes. Another item is taken out, this time it’s a dark blue shirt. I take it and feel the stretchy fabric between my fingers.

“Spandex.” He tells me.

“I like the colour.” I say and am rewarded with a bright smile. He shows me a light blue silk button-up with short arms.

“You can wear it over it.” He lays everything on the bed, black briefs on top of it. I don’t blush. Really, I don’t.

 

~ Spike ~

“You try them on?” I ask excited and could slap myself for acting so out of character. What can I say? Operation Nummy has started. No backing out allowed.

He ushers me out of the room and closes the door. He’ll look so good in these clothes. I can barely wait to see him in them.

 

~ Xander ~

Hi new clothes! I am Xander and I will put you on now. Be nice to me. Yeah, sure. Insane much? The jeans are tight, damn breathtaking tight. But they feel good. Way more expensive than my other ones. Finer and smoother. The dark blue shirt feels like a second skin. Wish I had abs like Spike. His sixpack looks like it’s carved into marble. I want to lick it and see/feel the single muscles contract under my tongue. Damn, down boy. Too tight jeans!

I put on the button-up, it reaches just down to the beginning of the jeans. Only two buttons. Hm, I definitely like the feel of Spandex and silk. I’m not sure if I am self-confident enough to wear this in public, but behind the bar in the dark nobody really sees it. Nevertheless I wish I had a mirror.

“You ready?” I hear Spike call impatiently.

“Yep. Come in.” Deep breath.

The door springs open instantly and Spike saunters in, staring. God no. I feel the blush rising in my cheeks.

“You look delicious, pet, but…” He says, voice husky. Damn, I knew it. It’s not me, not my ‘style’, my ‘look’. I didn’t see price tags, I hope he can take them back.

“But?” I ask eventually, wanting the full truth, wanting the pain and humiliation. Maybe it’ll cure me from this ridiculous desire of the evil undead. He comes really close to me, staring unblinkingly in my eyes, filling my horizon with deep dark blue.

“But you forgot something.” He whispers, cool breath puffing against my lips. I look down, unable to hold his gaze and see his hand aiming for my groin. No no no no no …

His thumb and index finger grab my zipper and he pulls it up very slowly. His knuckles slide all the way against my fast wakening cock.

I whimper. Did I whimper? I don’t whimper.

I meet the blazing blue of his glazed eyes and he blinks at me as if in slow motion.

His hands now come up on both sides of my neck, smoothing down my collar. One cool thumb scrapes against the little mark he gave me that morning. I bite back another girly whimper.

“You’re ready for your first day, luv?” Shit, work, oh god, yes, no.

“Arghmdn.”

He chuckles and combs his fingers through my hair a few times. Oh yeah, what work? Just keep on doing that, Spike. But he stops and tugs on a strand hard.

“Owww.”

“Come on! You’re prepared with basic knowledge, you were a bartender before!” I look strangely at him. Does he know how that ended? Beer bad!

“You look pretty hot…” Goofy grin, instantly swept away by his hand running down my chest. “I am sure, you’ll make me proud.”

I look uncertain and bite my bottom lip. For a few seconds Spike’s gaze is fixed on that.

See! Xan-man can tease too!

 

19 - Debuts I

~ Spike ~

Bloody hell. If I have to wait longer, I’ll explode. That boy doesn’t even know what he does to me!

“Just remember,” I eventually force myself to say, “don’t exchange ingredients by yourself, don’t take any offers, don’t touch any of the guests in any way, not when you take money from them, not when you hand them their drinks. We don’t want you proposing to anyone, right?!” His eyes widen. “If anyone threatens you, tell them you belong to me, Spike or William The Bloody, if they don’t back off, call out for the security.” He looks to the floor. “Num-whelp?”

“Yeah, just wondered, when we were on patrol… you said your name should never fall from my lips “ Oh yeah, eyes fixed on those again, keep on talking, like to see how they move, would love to feel them on mine, would bite them and suck them in… “Spi-ike? Spiiiiikyyy?”

“Yeah, see whelp, erm… “Bloody hell. My hand shoots forward and I grab his chin and force him to look into my eyes. Golden brown pools of insecurity and trust. “This is my world, my club. Here you can be proud to belong to me. I rarely choose someone to be with me. You are under my protection here. No one with half a brain cell will touch you without my permission.”

 

~ Xander ~

Damn those blue eyes of his! A warm mushy feeling crawls inside my body with every possessive word he utters and the sincerity in his eyes makes my belly do funny things. Like when you eat too much candy and then have a ride on the latest rollercoaster. Well, okay this is better because I don’t think I will puke afterwards but…

He chose me. I belong to him. He protects me. The goofy grin is back.

“Come now! Time is running! We still have to…” Spike loses track when I lick my lips. His hand is still under my chin and I love to feel it. I always liked to be touched. I could never get enough of someone just touching me. But Spike? I make a step back, trying to escape his closeness, not ready to deal with anything gayish and promptly lose my balance when the backs of my knees collide with the bed. Acting on instinct only I grab Spike’s hip to prevent my fall.

 

~ Spike ~

I see nummy retreat and am angry for a moment. When I see him lose his balance, my arms close around his waist and I just pull him against me. Oh yeah, that’s bloody good. I moan and let my forehead drop to his. My eyes closed, I just breathe in his scent, just bathe in his warmth.

I feel him shudder and the hand on my hip increases its pressure. His head moves in these little motions, rubbing our noses together while our lips get closer and closer to each others. He is panting and his breath is puffing against my lips in short harsh gasps. Bloody hell… I so want him to kiss me.

 

~ Xander ~

What am I doing, what am I doing… This is Spike! Handsome Spike. Cute, saving me Spike. His body to mine, his arms around me, my hand on his prominent hip bone and the perfect height to kiss. No dodging, no stretching. So easy to just close the distance and …kiss him. *moan* cool smooth lips, barely touching but touching nonetheless and it’s like the world stands still for a moment and if Spike wouldn’t hold me, I would melt to the floor and … *shudders*

 

~ Spike ~

Oh bloody hell, boy. What are you doing to me? You make me dizzy with need and… just to feel your heart pounding so fast against my chest, as if you want to wake mine. I fasten my grip on him and pull him closer to me, press my hard cock against… oh his answering hardness. All I want

is to lay you down on the bed and cherish your body, worship it and make love to you and … Bloody hell.

 

~ Xander ~

What did I do wrong? Why is Spike pulling back? No, not this time. No. Want more. Want… I follow his motion and find his lips again, gently pulling his full bottom lip between mine. His lips start to move against mine and I want to moan. Finally he reciprocates the kiss! But then I hear the words he is saying, causing the movement of his lips. “Not the right time, whelp. Xander, stop. Please.” God, why? Oh no. He doesn’t want this. Doesn’t want me. I misinterpreted. He was just teasing me, he didn’t mean it, just joking around. Oh god. Idiot, Harris! Idiot!

“Spike. Damn, I thought… and I… sorry. ‘K? Just sorry.” I look down, hands now hanging limply by my sides. Fucked it up; congrats Harris.

 

~ Spike ~

Oh yes, what a way to give the boy more confidence. But if we start this now, I won’t stop until I have shagged him stupid.

“Xan, it’s…” not that I don’t want to shag you, it’s “… just not the right time, we have some…” frigging “…appointments we can’t miss. You are supposed to be downstairs in about two minutes to get your link.” He doesn’t look up, he nods numbly and I could rip my own head off for letting this happen now. Bloody fucking hell!

“Come on.” I say and let go of him and he seems to shrink even further into himself.

 

~ Xander ~

Yeah, link, job, apartment. Nothing more, nothing less. Roomies. And can you believe that? I am …sad because Spike doesn’t want me! Spike for god’s sake! I shudder disgusted with myself or is it just the cold I suddenly feel after Spike’s arms are gone? No, don’t think about it. Don’t think about it. I shrug the shudder off, squaring my shoulders. Nope, this will not get me down. Will not distract me from my new job. I see Spike’s slim hand coming up and jerk away with my whole body, brushing past him, shoulder painfully connecting with his.

“So where do I get this link?” I nearly spit out, my voice harsher than I intended.

 

~ Spike ~

Fine! You want it this way, Harris? Fine with me. Pity for you.

“Kasrel, our warlock is downstairs, waiting for you.” I strode past him again, grabbing my duster and putting it on with the practiced move, finding comfort in the heavy leather. I’m already searching for a cigarette before I am out of the door. Harris follows me; I can hear his heartbeat.

 

~ Xander ~

I observe Spike’s familiar pattern of putting on his duster, it remembers me of Linus from Charlie Brown who can’t live without his security blanket. I have to grin when I picture a little comic Spike crying for his security duster.

I follow Spike into a room near the office where this warlock already waits for us. Impatiently.

“You’re late.” The old man whispers and looks up, freaking me out with that blinded eye he has. I swallow hard. What is he going to do with me? A wrinkly hand comes up to straighten back his filthy brown hair and the other eye comes into view. It’s scaring me even more. So cold and sharp it looks at me as if it could cut me into pieces and examine me bit by bit. Maybe it does. I shudder involuntary.

 

~ Spike ~

I feel the whelp tense up, when he comes face to ugly face with the warlock. Yeah, he isn’t the freshest one anymore, but he is safe and trustworthy, working for us for years now.

“Hey W!” I greet with my most respectless attitude. Just coz he’s trustworthy I don’t have to trust him, do I?

“Spike!” He grits out, the eye with the white iris rolling around without focus, panning the room like a security camera. And that’s really nasty.

“I need a link here for the new boy.” I tell him and am slightly disturbed by the lack of protest from Xander.

“Pet?” Kasrel asks and musters my nummy appraisingly.

“NO.” I snarl a little bit too vehemently and he raises a bushy eyebrow at me. The white eye suddenly focusing on me. Bugger off.

“Ah, I see.” He eventually says after long moments of silence. “Come here, boy.” He addresses Xan, his tone surprisingly gentle. Like a moth drawn to light Xander closes the distance and takes the offered hand. They stare at each other and some kind of understanding seems to pass between them.

“Ruby like wine but so much sweeter, comes time you’ll find what you are seeking for.” He whispers to my nummy. Cryptic fucking magic rot.

“So, to whom should he be linked?” The warlock looks at me questionably. I nod and go over to him. He takes one of Xander’s hands and while the nummy looks at me still unsure, Kasrel has cut into my nummy’s thumb. Hey!

 

~ Xander ~

Hey! Ouch! And the full aroma of my own blood hits my nostrils. I feel my eyelids flutter closed for a second, enveloped in the strong scent. This warlock mumbles unintelligible words and lifts up my hand to Spike who takes it nearly greedily. And a second later I know why.

 

~ Spike ~

I take nummy’s thumb deep into my mouth, sucking it a little harder then necessary while I stare into his eyes. They are clouding over, dazed with lust, my suction making his body spiral out of control until…

“Pick a safe word!” Kasrel interrupts not too gentle and Xander coughs out a strained “Slayer!”

Two seconds later, my tongue twirling around his thumb, even though the wound has already closed, the warlock says “Done!” and Xander jerks his hand away. Pity.

 

~ Xander ~

God. No more sucking my thumb in public or it’ll get messy! Damn Spike. God, he can move his tongue! Goosebumps crawl over my body.

“So what, still calling for the slayer when you get in trouble, luv?” He mocks me.

“Wouldn’t do to have the security staff coming to save me, every time I’ll scream yours.” I reply, not sure, where the sudden confidence comes from but laughing when I see Spike’s totally stunned expressions. Go Xan-man!

 

20 - Debuts II

~ Spike ~

I'm at the whelp's side when he enters the club. I feel the nervousness pouring off of him now that the short moment of cockiness is gone.

"It'll all be okay." I tell him and he looks doubtfully at me. "Sure will. You'll go over there and just do it. I'll be around even if you don't see me. Don't touch anyone. I'm here when you have your first break." With that said, I pull him close to me and press my lips to his forehead, then shove him over in the direction of the bar and I am gone.

 

~ Xander ~

Hey, erm… Spike… did you just kiss me on my forehead like mommies do when they take their kiddies to school? I swallow hard. The place where Spike's cool lips touched me seems to burn and I suppress the urge to rub at it. Damn vampire. I look around and Spike is nowhere to be seen but I kinda feel he is somewhere in the shadows, lurking and watching. I shiver.

I take a few steps in the direction of the bar and Maerg waves with three hands while throwing the shaker from one to the other two hands he has. Oh my. I plaster a nervous half smile on my face and go over to them, Raspla opens his mouth showing me about a million teeth and then continues to work silently and quickly.

Behind the bar, I have the first look at the crowd, not a lot of people here and, as if Maerg read my mind, he indicates the clock.

"Rush hour around 11. Short break before. Longer break." He holds up four hands, showing erm… fifteen fingers and no thumbs. I nod. "at 1 a.m. End of shift around 3 a.m. Alright?" He jerks his head down to me, flashing a smile, eyes sparkling mischievously.

"Yes, yes. Alright!" I answer, a bit too loudly, but he looks pleased.

"Good." He says and one hand grabs mine, shaking it as if finishing off a deal, two other hands pet my shoulder and back in reassurance just before he shoves me over to Raspla who welcomes me with a sharp knife… what? At the last moment I turn away, avoiding getting it into my belly. "Hey…"

"Sorry." He says, showing the teeth-crowded mouth again, which looks really scary from closer up, and turns the knife so I can grab the handle.

"Here." he says, and gives me a 10 pound net of lemons. "Cut." I nod. "Like this." He shows me neatly cut slices. "Yeah sure man, no problem! I just cut them. Slices and all. Yes I can do that. I…" "And" he interrupts my embarrassing tirade. "ssshh!" He makes a gesture, one finger against pouting lips. I nod. Yes, yes. Shutting up now. And so I start cutting lemons.

 

~ Spike ~

I barely have time to see Xander being welcomed by Maerg before one of the new guards, whose names I still don't know, tells me to go over to Treck's office. Bloody hell. I knew it was inevitable but just right now? Scowling I make my way over to the office, go in and close the door behind me.

"Finally!" Treck exclaims and jumps in my reflexively opening arms. "Finally I get you without that human!"

"Xander." I tell him and try to stay unaffected by his playful bites in my neck just over the collar of the duster.

"Whatever." He dismisses my remark and I growl lightly. He shivers and his legs come around my waist. When he arches his back my hands slide down to prevent him from falling to the floor, fuck, two muscled, warm buttocks in my hands.

"Spike." He whispers in my ear. "I missed you. Didn't you miss me at all?"

No. Barely thought of you… is what comes to my mind first and that's good because it gives me some reality back.

I make my way over to the desk and seat Treck there. Reluctantly he lets go of me and I sprawl myself out on one of the leather chairs in front of his desk.

"Spike… what… I don't understand." He says and I nearly feel pity for him. I take a deep breath, arming myself for the coming trouble.

"The Initiative got me." I grit out so low Treck needs some seconds to hear and understand it.

Eventually his eyes widen comically by the implied possibilities. "But… how… god Spike… what did these… " And bam, demon in my lap again, groping all he can reach to make sure I'm whole. "… these bastards. What did they do to you? And how did you get away… and the initiative has been down for like two months and where have you been… why didn't you come to me?"

"I wasn't sure if it was safe. I could have had a tracer somewhere … inside me. Actually had once. Didn't want to guide them here… too dangerous. Went to the slayer once I realised… " Abruptly Treck pulls back and stares at me, shaking his head frantically.

"NO. Nononononono. Don't tell me they… they…" I look down, fixing my eyes on his chest, seeking comfort in his embrace. Treck has seen me down, that time when Dru threw me out. Nothing to hide here. And him being an empath makes it futile to hide behind masks.

"Yeah, they chipped me." I say and my voice is cracking. It's not easy to admit it, not easy to confess bloody fucking weakness.

He rocks me back and forth in a tight embrace and his lips are pressed in my hair, against my temple, on my cheekbone, on my jaw and yes, fuck, I know where this journey ends and screw it, when his lips meet mine I just give in. Just for a moment, just to forget, for a few seconds.

When his tongue seeks entry I grant it, let it in to caress mine. I am passive in this kiss, just taking. Unusual for me. Hope Treck knows … feels that this has nothing to do with lust or love, that this is just comfort, just me needing some physical reassurance. Something that makes my thoughts shut up and my heart free for a few moments.

 

~ Xander ~

Fuck it. Finally I am through with these millions of lemons. I look down at my fingers. The tips are wrinkled from the lemon juice like when you take a too-long bath and where I cut myself, whilst staring at one slightly more exotic customer, it burns like hell tenfold.

"Hey, Rasla, man. I have…" "RasPla." He corrects me with his even voice. "Yes sorry, RasPla, I am through with the… " My voice fades away when he hands me another ten-pound-net of lemons. "… FIRST net of one million lemons." I joke near despair.

"Come on, Ras, he has practiced slicing lemons enough for tonight. It's my turn now." Maerg's warm voice rumbles behind me and I can hardly suppress the relieved sigh. Raspla and Maerg exchange this amused smile over my head, like they did every time I cut myself. Not the look-at-the-stupid-boy-smile more the oh-isn't-our-junior-cute-smile. Don't know if I like it. Really. Spike is cute. When he is all sleepy or confused with his big blue eyes and rumpled hair. Wonder what he does right now?

 

~ Spike ~

"Treckle…" I more moan than say into his satiny mouth. I have nearly forgotten how gentle he is, how patiently and softly he kisses. I have to stop this now. I really have to…

 

~ Xander ~

Maerg guides me over to his part of the bar and shows me a list..

"Umah, you go and check these. Here…" he points at words, some are confusing because they are not written in letters I know. "…is the name of the bottles, here the quantity of what should be in store, here you write in the number of what is really there. Count them carefully, the next order is based on this." With that he opens a little door between the shelves of bottles and equipment and I go into the middle of the bar, enter the core of it.

There are ladders leading up- and downstairs and then there are about one hundred boxes, on their outside is something written in a very poor handwriting. I bet Raspla's because Maerg seems to be the head-bartender, and most of them contain, according to the writing on the outside, four or six bottles. Wonderful.

Looking around again deciding where to start, I slump down to my knees and just open the first box. Relieved I find out that the bottles are labelled and that makes it easier to compare the names to the ones on my list. The handwriting is really crappy. Who'd guess that that should read Vodka? Hm, I look at the list again, and then try to calculate space and different kinds of boxes, nod to myself. Yes, this will do.

 

~ Spike ~

"Bloody hell, Treck, stop!" I almost yell and struggle to get up. I see the look of misery in Treck's eyes and fuck, I'm something like sorry for him but I just can't give him what he wants.

"I came here to talk business." I say, my voice colder than I intended, Treckle flinches but it does the trick.

"So what?" he spits back. Fine. Bloody fucking fine.

"I can't hurt anything human, so keep them the fuck away from me. No door duty for me and none of the other shite. It's embarrassing enough most of them…" Nod of my head indicating the club. "…know about me being chipped. I don't want them to witness William the Bloody going down screaming in pain when he just so much as looks funny at a human. 'K?" I get a cig out and light it while I continue pacing. Bloody soldiers. Bloody fucking chip.

Treckle nods and is smart enough not to ask anymore questions.

"So, show me the balance and sales of the last years?" I smirk when he groans. See, I can still be evil.

 

21 - Debuts III

 

~ Xander ~

"Hey Umah, are you through with the stuff there?" Maerg asks and then his jaw seems to unhinge in pure shock. "Ras, get your ass over here and look at this." I swallow hard, erm… did I do wrong? I look up and down the neatly piled up boxes with their new content labels. Raspla comes into the room too, narrow-eyed he takes in the stacks of boxes, the pile of sorted out cardboard, the new inscriptions and then he laughs. Huh?

"Well Umah, you did a good job. Really good. Looks really good now. Wasn't that clean and sorted since… well since the club opened and this room was unoccupied. Good job." Maerg pets my shoulder and I get slowly to my feet, my knees cracking from the, I look at my watch, damn, hours I knelt here. I give the list over to Maerg and out of the corner of my eye I see Raspla blanch. Uh oh. I hide an amused smile.

Maerg's furry eyebrows begin to climb up his wrinkled forehead. The corners of his mouth twitch as if not sure whether to go down in distaste or up in a smirk. I flex my shoulder blades to shake off the nasty crawling feeling, yes, I noticed the boxes saying full, but weren't anymore and the lack of several bottles in some of the boxes further down the stacks. I make a mental note to never (!) provoke Maerg in anyway. I so don't want to be on his bad side.

"Umah," he calls me the tenth time this evening and I wonder why. Is it some kind of insult in his native language, whatever that may be? "you go out there and tell them to wait if they want anything now you can't mix on your own or if they ask in a language you don't understand. Croprie?" Erm, if that means 'agree', yes. So I nod.

"But wha…"

"I have to have a talk with our Raspla here." He says with an overly bright smile and puts one arm around Raspla's shoulder, squeezing him against his side. Raspla coughs.

Uh oh. "K. Yes. Me out there. Now." And I am out of the storage room and behind the bar. I need some seconds to get used to the darker surroundings. Hm. There are not a lot of customers here. I mean it's after 2 a.m. Rush hour is long over and the club is near closing time. There was no special event tonight, nothing prolonging the normal business hours. Forty minutes. And I am alone behind the bar. A demon bar. In the dark. Without superpowers or slayer or witch or… Willow. I miss Willow. Wish, no wish, wishing is not good, but I would like to show her this, here, show her that I’ve finally managed to…

"Hey!" Someone yells and I jump. Damn. Look professional. Look as if you do this everyday, twenty-four-seven. Walk over there, don't stumble too much. Oh nice, yellow eyes staring at me impatiently out of an ugly vampface he has something suspiciously looking like a little cross burned on his chin. I frown. "Hey! What can I bring you?" Evil ugly vamp that will be staked in a few minutes by my friend, the slayer! I smile at him. He looks at me unsure, sniffing the air, his nostrils widen and narrow like a pig's snout. I shudder.

"Blood." He eventually says, still uncertain if he wants to be served by me. "Okay." I say and look around for… ah, yes there… A pos, B neg, A neg, B pos, AB neg, 0 … "Erm… any preferences?" I fake-smile at him.

 

~ Spike ~

Oh bloody hell yes! Unlife is good.

"And it's all in that bank account?" I ask a beaming Treck. He shakes his head. "Nope, Spike, that is just your ‘every day' money to do what you want to with. The rest is divided in these two accounts." He shows me more papers with even bigger numbers on it. "Bloody hell!"

"Yes." He smiles shyly, but proudly. "The interest of these accounts goes on this account. Whenever you need more money in this account, phone this or that number for the accounts and transfer money over with your password. Password is this."

"My password is your middle name?" I look at him through lowered lashes, distaste only barely concealed. I hate it when people get into my life without me wanting them in.

 

"Oh sorry… yes… but you can change it, just call the banks and change it… I was just making sure I wouldn't forget it all the time you were gone." He gets this faraway, I-missed-you-so-much-look-again and caresses my hand the thousandth time in the last, bloody hell, four and a half hours. Damn, I missed the boy’s break. Fuck. I promised and I wasn't there.

I growl at myself but Treck interprets it as growling at his hands and he pulls it back as if burned. "I understand that you are not comfortable with … contact for now. Will we celebrate your return?" He asks when I am on my feet already, preparing to leave the office and find my whelp. Hope he is not too angry… no, he wouldn't get angry just disappointed that another person has forgotten him. Fuck. I can just picture these brown kicked-puppy eyes. "Spike? Celebrate?" Treckle calls after me.

"Yes, yes, whenever you like." I murmur and slam the door.

 

~ Xander ~

"I don't know… what can I get for this?" The vamp stutters whilst he scatters notes over the bar. Some are torn and bloody and they are all one-dollar-notes. I look at him again, at the notes, at him… "What did you do? Steal the collection?" I ask jokingly and he looks down, ashamed then snarls at me. "Didn't know he was a priest, k? Just saw him counting money and wanted it." He holds up his scorched hand. "Fucking crosses." I use all my scoobie training to not burst out laughing. I can't stop the grin though and avoid looking at the bedaddle vamp by counting the money.

"Hey master, can give you some A pos." His eyes brighten and he grins at me wincing when the skin on his chin is stretched.

"Where did you get that?" I ask him while I fill his glass. He laughs and starts explaining.

"So I see this man in black with the box in his hand and I think to myself, let's look what's in there. The man climbs in his car and opens the box, counting the money and I think how nice, a meal and change too! Good day for me, so I grab him and shake him and the cross that hangs on the silver chain around his neck is flying through the air, coz you know I am shaking him, and it hits me right on the chin a few times and that's when he gets it and starts burning me with his cross on my hand."

I try to make impressed eyes and hand him over his drink. "But you got him in the end?" He makes as if to get the drink but at the last moment, when I have already let go of the glass, he pulls back to wave his hand in a gesture of don't-ask. The glass falls down on the bar and all the contents spill in my direction so I jump back and only get a bit on my hand.

 

~ Spike ~

Back into the club only twenty minutes from closing time. I look around. Not a lot people left, thirty or fifty maybe… they all seem to be laying low, not wanting any trouble but … bloody fucking hell… what is that punk over there doing with MY boy? He is wildly gesticulating with his hands and arms and now he is grabbing for my nummy and nummy is pulling back and where the fuck are Maerg and Raspla and I nearly fly over the distance to the bar and embed a stake deep in the vamps back. Fucker.

 

~ Xander ~

When I look up, my hand going absently to my mouth so I can lick away the blood, I am stunned to see Spike angrily staring at me through a cloud of dust.

"What happened?" He barks, eyes flashing golden. That's Spike, kill first, ask later.

I lick the blood away. "Just spilt a drink!" I growl, annoyed. "There was no need to dust a paying customer."

He pointedly doesn't answer my question and looks at the clock on the wall. "Your shift is over." He tells me, just when a slightly rumpled Raspla with a grinning Maerg emerge from the storage room.

"Took a bit longer than expected." Maerg slurs and takes in the dust and the spilled blood on the counter. "Problems?"

"No." Spike answers before I get the chance. "Boy's shift's over." He nods curtly. Then gestures with his hand to the bar's entry. "Come on, whelp."

 

~ Spike ~

Well, good, overreacted a bit but what the hell. One vamp less won't hurt. And if he'd really touched the whelp I'd… I cock my head when the first beats of the last song vibrate through the club.

 

~ Xander ~

I stop shortly before Spike and look at him. He is practically glowing. I haven't seen him this confident and proud ~ this sexy ~ since the night in the high school where Deadboy offered me to him. Ooooh, this gives me mushy feelings now. I giggle and Spike looks at me strangely then: "Wanna dance?"

"Huh?"

He rolls his eyes annoyed. "Music – dance floor – moving?" An eyebrow cocked, waiting.

"Dancing?" I squeak.

 

22 - Debuts IV

~ Spike ~

Oh come on whelp, this is not sooo hard. Bloody hell.

"Yes, dancing. Want to?"

"With you?" He asks, eyes going wide. I grind my teeth, getting angrier by the second. Every bint and bloke would beg me for my attention and he… I shrug.

"No, … with the hot bint over there." I snarl and nod to somewhere behind him.

 

~ Xander ~

I make the mistake of turning around and looking where he pointed. Of course there is no girl. When I turn to him again, Spike has his back to me, going away. I run after him, grab his shoulder and make him stop and turn around to me.

"What?" He snarls in my face.

"Spike, I am sorry, k? I am just not used to … the guy thing." And he starts to laugh. Really loud. I feel like the biggest idiot on this planet. Why. Is. He. Laughing?

Only a few days back and I wouldn't even have thought about a guy that way. He might be sure of himself, with his hundred years of experience and the non-existent morals. I'm just human. Damnit. I had two short experiences with women. One wanting to kill me afterwards, and the other discussing the chemical consistence of body fluids. And ewww.

 

~ Spike ~

When I see his hurt-embarrassed-confused eyes I stop laughing immediately. Doesn't do good to get the whelp down with things he can't know, does it?

I lean forward, one arm around his shoulder and one hand resting on his sharp hip bone and whisper in his ear, as huskily as I am able to.

"I am a Master vampire, pet. Everybody in this club knows there are just two reasons for me to keep a human around. Either to eat him or to fuck him. You are not dead so there is only one conclusion. All these people here are sure I am shagging you ‘til you're sore, pet." I take a shuddering breath, for effect of course, not coz the boy’s getting to me, with his heat and pounding heartbeat. "So, you're still refusing to dance?"

 

~ Xander ~

GAAAAAAH! MegaGAH! All people here know that… but he isn't… not yet… and GAH! I never… god, how he whispers in my ear… sounding rough and needy and the dirty words are so doing it for me… My cock is sooo hard, it's painful. Over all the other scents, I can smell him, the lingering traces of smoke, booze, leather. I want to touch, lick, suck, bite him.

"Xander??" He purrs. I am back to reality with a start. People or better demons of all sorts are standing around us, staring at us.

"Xander?"

"What?" I ask distracted by the audience.

"Xander, you are leaking pheromones all over this place and if you don't dance with me now, demonstrating my ownership of you, I can't guarantee you that I can stop them all from ravishing you!"

 

~ Spike ~

Okay… that is a lie, nobody would touch him, but I am really satisfied when his eyes go wide with fear and disbelief and his arms come around my waist. My eyes are nearly rolling back when his body makes contact with mine, chest to thigh. I drown in his scents of arousal and confusion. So sweet.

"You're like a drug, pet." I take a deep breath from his collarbone, absorbing the smell of one sweet Xander.

 

~ Xander ~

Oh fuck… what is he doing… oh…

A song starts, one I don't recognize, it has a delicious slow, sensual rhythm, a dark, cracking, man's voice… "Pig piggy pig pig…" Oh fuck.

Spike locks eyes with me and grabs my hips, pulling me hard against him. My hard cock meeting his. I moan and let my head fall back, baring my throat. Seconds later, Spike's cool mouth latches onto my pulse point, sucking hard and I buck into him, arching my back. His hands slide down and around, cupping my ass cheeks and rubbing me against him, never losing the rhythm of the song. Our bodies fit together perfectly, and needy, I press against him. Closer… need to be closer. Moaning again when he makes another of his mind-numbing hip rolls. I bite down on my tongue, hard, nearly drawing blood to keep from coming right here and now.

Suddenly he stops, one of his hands goes up between my shoulder blades, pressing my chest to his, keeping me still. He murmurs something against my neck I can't make out.

 

~ Spike ~

Fuck, he is so responsive. "Xander, pet. You have to breathe, pet." I keep him still against me. "We don't want you to pass out, do we? Pet? Breathe pet."

 

~ Xander ~

I open my eyes and the room is dizzy. Or I am. I don't know.

"Breathe pet!" I hear Spike say, nuzzling in my neck still with these silken cool lips.

"Can't!" I gasp.

"Come on luv, take a deep breath for me, will you?"

Nothing can stop me now and I don't care anymore…

The room slows down its spinning and I get the memory of how to breathe back. I take shuddering breaths and Spike begins to move again, more carefully now, and I feel like liquid in his arms, ready to melt to the floor. He still makes these little hip rolls and thrusts against my swollen member but not so harshly anymore. Nevertheless they get my fantasy to spiral out of control.

Eventually the song ends but I don't let go. His body feels too good against mine. I think I'm high on Spike or the lack of air is still making my knees wobbly.

 

~ Spike ~

"Song is over, pet." I say and take a step back. He follows my step, clings to me. Feels really good, this boy against me. Could get used to it.

"Upstairs?" I whisper in his ear.

"What upstairs?" He answers still out of breath. Oh yeah, boy. You've got a lot to learn. Guess who volunteers to teach you? I smirk and turn him in my arms, press my cock against his ass. "Pet, see, over there… it's the exit. We go there now. Then upstairs to our flat, alright?" I bite a bit hard in his shoulder and his hips snap back against me, grinding my hardness in his cleft. I moan. Oh bloody hell. I shove him forwards. Wait ‘til we're upstairs, pet. I don't let go of him while I guide him through the other demons and guards. Obviously for everybody showing off my property. My boy.

 

~ Xander ~

Should I worry because of Spike’s possessive behaviour? I decide no. It feels good to have him care enough to protect me. The other demons around us look envious… at Spike and isn't that crazy? Oh, he loosens his grip and lets go of me. The last few minutes I thought he would crush my arm. Like he was afraid to lose me… Yeah, looks like madness is contagious… Get a grip, Harris.

“Go ahead, whelp.” he says and gives me a little shove. Ah the stairs! Alright, too narrow to go side by side. No prob.

When we nearly reach the last step, Spike suddenly pushes past me and I can see the reason why: Treckle waits in front of our door with a bottle of expensive whiskey in his hand. He grins, what must be his most seductive *and* charming smile.

I miss a step and would have fallen, if Spike hadn’t steadied me with an arm around my waist – which is still there. Treckle’s eyes flash a bright orange for a blink. Uh oh.

 

~ Spike ~

Fuck, what is wrong with Treck? What is he doing here?

Fuck, only my reflexes have saved the boy from a nice rolling down the stairs.

I can’t believe he is that easy! A nice smile from a delicious demon and Xanderbrain #1 leaves the house. And why isn’t that working when I try it?

Thought we were past this. If he wants to be with Treck, he can’t stay with me. Easy.

“Hey you,” Treckle *purrs* and locks his eyes to mine. Erm… “I thought you would like to have a little ‘coming home’ party?” Huh? Me? Oh Fuck. Stirring in my trousers. Swallow.

 

~ Xander ~

They have locked gazes some time ago and ignore me completely. Fine. The muscles of my back tense up caused by the sly tone of voice Treckle uses. Spike’s hand clamps down on my shoulder. Uh oh.

“Nice idea, but I am beat. Xander too. Was a long day.” Spike objects finally.

Treck’s hand which doesn’t hold the bottle clenches into a fist.

I have to hold back a snicker. My Spike can kill him in lesser than a heartbeat with a hand bound and closed eyes. Hah.

Nevertheless I try to calm the mood: “We can do this party thing tomorrow if you like…”

“You’re not invited.” Treckle hisses at me. OUCH!

Spike growls, takes a step towards Treckle.

And the blue haired man with the orange eyes starts *laughing* at *Spike*!

Spike pushes the smaller demon out of the way and shoves me into the apartment. I stay in the door jamb, not letting Spike close the door. If this empath demon tries something, I’ll tear it apart with my own hands!

 

 

~ Spike ~

“You are ridiculous, Spikey!” Treckle says, with so much venom in his voice it must be choking him.

“Am I?” Cocked eyebrow, waiting. Wish Harris would close the door.

 

~ Xander ~

I can’t get over the feeling that this is all my fault. I feel like I split up a couple.

“Let’s talk about this tomorrow. You’re all worked up… “ I try again to resolve the tension.

“Xander’s right. I’ll come to your office tomorrow and we…”

“God!” exaggerated cry, eyes rolling. “He has put you on a leash!” Laughing again. Spike grits his teeth, a jaw muscle jumping. “What commands have you learned yet, puppy vampire? Sit, stay silent, defend the human?” Shaking his head sadly, he turns away as if to go. “You are a MASTER VAMPIRE, Spike! You don’t submit to a fucking HUMAN!” I see Spike flinch a little, but he stays silent. He doesn’t want to lash out at Treckle. I understand, but I am thirsty for violence.

What is this Treckle thing? Nothing but skin, bones and blood. A lot of blood actually.

I want to see it splatter on the wall.

“Kill him, Spike. Rip his head off. Tear his throat open. Make him bleed… “ I whisper, just loud enough for Vampire hearing to pick it up.

“Do it for me Spike! Please. Paint the walls with his blood!”

 

~ Spike ~

What the hell…? I turn to the whelp and see this look in his eyes. Can humans have this bloodthirsty gaze? Thought only vampires could look like this…

“Xander, you alright?” I grab his shoulders, and want him to focus but his eyes are fixed on Treckle’s, who pales noticeably.

“Yeah,” he answers in a breathy moan that makes my knees weak. “will be…” And he smirks in a very cruel, hard way. An Angelus-y kind of smirk that nearly makes me shiver.

Finally his gaze drifts to my eyes. “If you don’t do it,” He licks his lips sloooowly. “I will.” And the smirk again.

 

~ Xander ~

In lesser than a second I register the door slamming shut and Spike shakes me viciously.

“Snap out of it, pet!” I use all my weight to jump at Spike and throw him down. He yelps, surprised and tries to get away. I tackle him down. He turns tables and I’m crushed face forward to the floor, Spike’s hand protecting my face from making a collision with said floor but his body presses me down.

“Spike?”

He lets up the pressure and I take the advantage, grab his arm and sink my teeth into his flesh, as deep as I can.

Spike cries out in pain.

That’s what brings me back from wherever I was.

I drop his arm and scramble to my feet. Tears are running down my cheeks when I hurry to the bathroom.

“Ohgodohgodohgodiamsorryiamsoorysorrysosorry.”

The bathroom door clicks shut behind me and I turn the lock.

The last thing I see is Spike sitting on the floor, looking at me hurt and confused, holding his bleeding forearm with his other hand.

What have I done?

 

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