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Life is Change	By : trudyw000 Category: BtVS Crossovers > Misc - Slash - Male/Male Views: 9166 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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Author's Note : Thank you to Sang and Kuragari for your reviews, I'm so glad that you're still reading and enjoying the story. Sorry for the lack of an update last week, we were away for the weekend and then I started my new job on Monday so it's been all go all week. Hope that this will make up for it for you.
Be aware - Graphic Sex starts this chapter, don't like, don't read.
Chapter 14
Spike woke quickly, he was used to waking up with an armful of Xander these days but something was different this time, something was wrong. Instead of sleeping peacefully, Xander was moaning and beginning to fight his arms. He immediately feared that the young Sentinel was suffering from a nightmare. Grasping the hip under his hand he gave it a gentle shake while softly calling the young man's name. Although nightmares had been a problem after Xander's encounter with the Xeljax he’d rarely suffered with one since he and Spike started sharing a bed. However after the revelations of the previous evening it didn't surprise the vampire at all that Xander would have bad dreams.
The gentle shaking didn't pull Xander out of whatever horror was tormenting his sleeping mind and so Spike worked to pull his left arm out from where it lay trapped beneath his distressed Sentinel. Finally pulling free Spike managed to push himself up so that he was propped on one elbow and even in the dim light he could clearly see that this was no nightmare. Instead of the look of fear he had expected to see on the handsome face he saw need, even lust. His boy was having a wet dream and it looked to be a good one. Certain parts of Spike's anatomy sat up and began to take notice, and all that delicious squirming wasn't helping. The gentle rocking of Xander's hips causing his boxer-clad ass to brush over Spike's growing arousal with each backwards move.
Deciding that discretion was the better part of valour Spike eased himself back, disentangling his body from the striving form in his arms. Much as Spike would have loved to stay, maybe even help his Sentinel achieve completion, he knew Xander would not appreciate being taken advantage of in that way. The boy wasn't gay, not even bi, as he'd informed the team repeatedly over the years. Unfortunately for Spike's good intentions Xander's sleeping mind had no intention of allowing the divinely hard body behind him to leave and questing fingers clutched at the hand slowly retreating from his hip pulling it down to where it was needed most.
Caught by surprise Spike did not fight the pull and quickly found himself with his hand pressed up tight against the pulsing heat of Xander's impressive erection. A deep groan rumbled through Spike's chest and an involuntary thrust of his hips pushed his own heat hard into the cleft of Xander's perfect ass in turn pushing Xander's weeping cock into Spike's hand. Suddenly Xander's body went rigid, his grip on Spike's wrist clamping down almost painfully tight. At first Spike thought Xander had woken up but looking at his face he realised that that wasn't the case. The expression on the face before him was unreadable although it was quite clear that the young man was still asleep, his throat was working as if he was trying to say something. Finally he muttered a single word that doused Spike's ardour more surely than a bucket of cold water ever could have. "Anya."
Intense hurt flashed across the vampire's face and suddenly uncaring of whether or not he woke the sleeping man Spike ripped his hand free and rolled off of the bed. As his feet hit the floor he was immediately moving, three swift strides carrying him to the bathroom door. His hand was twisting the doorknob when his flight was arrested by the panicked voice from behind him. "Spike?"
He paused for a moment before dropping his head in resignation, despite the unexpected pain that had ripped through his heart as he had realised that Xander was caught up in a wet dream about his ex he couldn't ignore his Sentinel's anguish. Turning back towards the bed he saw Xander groping across the bed, feeling for something whilst peering through the dark, apparently too distressed to remember his Sentinel abilities.
"I'm here Pet,” Spike kept his voice soft, battling down the irrational feeling of betrayal that threatened to overwhelm him. Confusion was nibbling at the edge of Spike's mind, although he was now sure that it had been an erotic dream, Xander was reacting more like he'd woken from the nightmare that he had at first suspected. Regardless of his own feelings it was a Guide's number one priority to take care of his Sentinel. “What's wrong?"
"You're alright! Thank God." Xander broke off, the relief in his voice obvious. Drawing up his knees he sat hunched on the bed for a moment before bringing up his hands to scrub vigorously at his hair as if trying to erase the images from his brain. "I dreamed....Shit” Anger was in every line of Xander's body, in every movement he made as he flung his legs over the edge of the bed as if to stand, only to slump in dejection a moment later.
It was clear to Spike now that there was more to Xander's dream, whatever it had been, than the obvious. He only knew a vague outline of why the demon bint had left but something was definitely screwy here. It had all happened before Xander's kidnap, before Spike had started to look closer at the young scooby, before he'd seen the inner strength that kept him fighting against overwhelming odds. That wasn't important now, Xander was. Moving around to where the young man sat he crouched down before his Sentinel, reaching up for the hands entangled in Xander's hair he gently tugged them free before pulling their entwined hands down to rest in Xander's lap.
"Shhh, it's alright, I'm right here," crouching in front of his Sentinel Spike kept his voice gentle, unconsciously soothing the primitive being within his friend. Using his thumbs he massaged whatever he could reach of Xander's large hands without disentangling their fingers, the contact soothing to them both.
He stayed like that for some time, crouching before his Sentinel, crooning nonsense to soothe the frantic man. At last he felt the tension begin to leave Xander's body and urged the dark-haired man to lie back against the pillows. It was awkward to shift position without the use of his hands but Xander apparently had no intention of releasing him anytime soon. Even so, Spike quickly had them both situated to his satisfaction with Xander reclining against the headboard and Spike himself perched on the edge of the mattress. Their still joined hands now resting on the human's abdomen, gently rising and falling with his breathing.
“Do you want to talk about it Pet?” Spike asked carefully, his voice roughened by emotion as he found himself torn between the need to help his Sentinel and the equally urgent need not to hear details of Xander's erotic dreams about the demon chit.
Xander dropped his chin and stared in the direction of their joined hands, unconsciously squeezing tightly as if afraid that Spike would pull away. Wondering at Xander's reticence it took Spike a few moments to realise that the younger man was still blinded by the dark, too distraught to use his Sentinel abilities to make efficient use of the infinitesimal amount of light penetrating the heavy black out curtains. Attempting to pull one hand free he made to turn on the light but Xander understood his intentions and tightened his grip even more.
“No, leave it off, I don't know if I can do this in the light.” Xander spoke, resignation clear in his voice. Xander was sure that what he had to say would damage his fragile friendship with Spike but lying was not an option.
“You don't have to tell me anything if you don't want to, but it might help.” Spike felt like cringing as he heard himself offering the boy a way out, recognising that it was as much about him avoiding having to listen to the details as it was about saving Xander from having to recount the dream.
“No, you need to know this, just...” Xander broke off and Spike would have sworn the boy was fighting back tears. However after several slow, deep breaths Xander managed to pull himself together and continue. “Just, don't hate me, please.”
Now it was Spike's turn to be glad of the darkness, he was beginning to become seriously concerned about whatever it was Xander had to tell him and was sure that his fear was writ large across his features. Finally pulling one hand free he reached up to cup his Sentinel's jaw, “never happen luv,” he assured him, “never happen.”
Spike felt the muscles under his hand quirk upwards in a brief smile before he dropped his arm back down to entwine his fingers with Xander's once more.
Xander took a deep breath and slipping back into the memory of his dream he began to speak.
~~~~~Start Dream Sequence~~~~~
Xander stood at the foot of the bed enjoying the picture before him as Spike lay sprawled naked upon the covers. Seeing one pale, slender hand move to stroke the strong shaft jutting up proudly from the dense, honey blonde curls at Spike's groin Xander quickly slapped the hand away. Next thing he found himself naked, lying between those pale thighs as he reached out to cup the heavy ball sack nestling there. Pleased at the light groan provoked by his touch he shifted his hand slightly to run one fingernail lightly across the perineum from anus to balls. The movement evoked a much deeper groan that had his own cock swiftly hardening.
Keeping one hand in position, index finger gently massaging the skin behind the vampire's balls Xander leaned in and licked a firm stripe up the slender prick before him. Reaching the head he swiped his tongue across the weeping slit, relishing the blast of bitter flavour that exploded across his taste buds. Lifting his head briefly to see Spike's response to his actions brown and golden eyes met and Xander flashed a cheeky grin before leaning back in to suckle on the purplish head of Spike's cock.
The groans were practically continuous now and fine tremors ran through the strong thighs flanking his torso. Sinking his head down Xander took more of the shaft into his mouth, his tongue working against the strong column, he hollowed his cheeks to apply suction as he pulled back before plunging back down again. Xander quickly set up a pattern, pushing down as far as he could before pulling back and swirling his tongue briefly round the head of Spike's cock. The rhythm quickly had the vampire at the verge of climax when at the last moment Xander's other hand tightened briefly around Spike's balls giving the lightly furred sack a sharp tug. The sharp pain caused Spike's eyes to flash golden as it simultaneously heightened his pleasure and staved off his orgasm.
Suddenly the scene shifted again and Xander found himself on all fours on the bed his heavy cock dripping a steady stream of pre-cum onto the sheet below. He felt cool hands run from his shoulders, down his spine and come to rest on his hips. Then Spike's erection was pressing against his entrance and with a gentle but firm pressure the head slipped in past the ring of guardian muscle. Xander tensed in anticipation of pain, after all there had been no preparation, but this was a dream and Spike slid easily inside. Pleasure pulsed through Xander at the sensation, but then Spike stilled with only the head buried in Xander's ass.
Vibrating with need Xander tried to push backwards, to convey that need to his lover but vampire strength held him immobile with no effort. Spike leaned down to rest against Xander's spine nuzzling the back of his neck as he slowly pushed in to the hilt. Finally, deeply seated inside the furnace heat of his human Spike threw back his head in rapture, the movement unconsciously pushing his cock even deeper into Xander's body. Sparks shrouded Xander's vision as he arched his back and tilted his head to one side exposing his neck to the vampire's hungry gaze.
The message was clear and Spike immediately vamped out and plunged his fangs into the pulsing vein. One mouthful of blood was all that Spike would allow himself before pulling back and licking the wounds closed. Now he pulled his hips back and then slammed them forwards setting up a punishing rhythm that had Xander howling in ecstasy with every thrust.
Suddenly the atmosphere in the room changed and Xander felt a gentle rush of displaced air hit his face. Opening eyes he didn't remember closing he froze in horror as he saw Anyanka standing at the foot of the bed watching them with interest. It took a moment for Spike to realise that his partner was no longer participating, but as he did his hips stuttered to a stop and he looked up to see what had captured his lover's attention. “Shit!” the word fell from his lips without conscious thought and he stilled remaining draped over Xander's back while buried balls deep in the younger man's body.
“Anya” Xander whispered the name in horror, ex-fiancée or not he really did not need her watching this.
“Xander, I knew you would betray me sooner or later.” Anyanka's voice was matter-of-fact as if this was nothing more than she expected.
Xander tried to protest, after all they'd been broken up for months but before he could form the words the demoness moved and threw open the curtains.
Suddenly the small room was flooded with sunlight and before Xander could react he felt tongues of flame scorching down his spine and around his hips. Heat seared across every place where his and Spike's skin touched, following the line of contact down the backs of his thighs and across the cheeks of his ass. Fire flickered over the entrance to his body then surged up, burning into his very core and he felt the heavy weight across his back disappear as ash drifted down around him.
~~~~~~ End Dream Sequence~~~~~~
“That was when I woke up and you weren't there.” Xander's voice trembled as he remembered the horror of feeling his lover incinerated whilst buried deep within his own body. “I was so scared.”
Spike was stunned at the truth about Xander's dream. He'd been so hurt to think that Xander still wanted his ex, now, knowing that it was him the boy wanted after all he felt his unbeating heart expand within his chest.
A salty tang carried on the air and he realised that the boy was crying, without thought he pulled the shaking Sentinel to him and enfolded the slightly larger form in his arms. Crooning nonsense words of love into Xander's ear he rubbed soothing hands across the broad back allowing the boy to bury his face in the junction between shoulder and neck.
Holding his Sentinel as the boy struggled to regain his composure Spike thought back over Xander's earlier words. Had his love really thought that Spike would hate him for the content of the dream. Wait a minute! His Love? Where had that come from. Spike had to concede that it was true, but still, he hadn't intended to act on it until after their return to Sunnydale as he was unwilling to complicate this trip any further than it already was.
Delay was no longer possible but reassuring his Sentinel was no hardship. Xander's sobs had stopped and the boy lay quiet against his shoulder. Spike smoothed back the softly curling brown hair and gently kissed the skin below Xander's ear. “Better luv?”
Xander pulled back slowly, wiping away the tears from his cheeks with work calloused fingers. This time Xander didn't object when Spike reached over to flick on the bedside lamp and soon they were both bathed in a warm, golden glow.
Warily watching the vampire Xander finished drying his face before speaking. “You don't mind?” he asked, confusion clear in his tone.
“That you're having wet dreams about me?” Spike asked, a smug grim struggling to escape.
Xander just nodded, unnerved by Spike's reaction.
“Only if you're not interested in trying out the real thing.” This time Spike could not suppress the smirk that crossed his face.
Xander looked up at Spike now, hope shinning in his gorgeous brown eyes only to dim as he remembered the end of the dream. “But, what if she...” he broke off, unable to finish the thought.
“You're worried about demon girl coming back?” Spike asked and Xander could only nod in reply.
“I never heard why she left.” Spike allowed some of his curiosity to show through, “can you tell me what happened?”
Xander nodded again before pushing at the blanket twisted around his legs as if to get up.
“Where are you going? Spike asked and Xander stilled before rubbing his hand down his throat.
“Water” he murmured and Spike realised he must be hoarse after recounting the events of his dream on top of all the talking of the previous evening.
“I'll get it” and Spike moved quickly across to the kitchenette to find a clean glass and fill it with chilled water from the small fridge.
Returning to the bed he found that Xander had shifted around and pulled back the covers. Spike accepted the mute invitation and crawled in beside the warm body of his soon to be lover. Xander took a long sip of the soothing water and then placed the glass on the bedside cabinet before nestling himself in Spike's cool embrace.
“OK Pet?” Spike asked as he held his Sentinel close.
“It was about three months ago.” Xander began, tentative at first, but he quickly lost himself in the memory of that horrible night. He and Anya had been curled up together on the couch watching some game show on the TV. Anya loved to watch the contestants when they won the big money prizes, it filled her avaricious little heart with an unholy glee. She was on the edge of her seat in anticipation as the little housewife from North Platte, Nebraska desperately searched for the answer that would win her the night's big prize when suddenly all power in the apartment blacked out plunging them into darkness. Seconds later a bright light appeared behind them and as they stood and turned towards it they saw D'Hoffryn appear from nowhere, standing as if in a spot light whilst the rest of the room remained dark.
Pulling his fiancée behind him Xander addressed the Master of the vengeance demons. “What are you doing here?”
A flick of the horned demon lord's wrist had Xander flying across the apartment and pinned helpless to the wall. As Xander tried to protest a horizontal slash of two fingers in the air sealed his lips and he could only watch in horror as Anya faced her ex-employer alone.
“Anya my dear, how are you?” D'Hoffryn asked kindly, ignoring the human spread-eagled against the wall, pinned like a bug under glass.
“I'm well Master, thank you.” Anya replied politely whilst shooting sidelong glances towards Xander. She hoped D'Hoffryn wasn't going to kill him, it had taken long enough to break in this one, training up another would seriously reduce her orgasm opportunities for weeks, maybe even months.
“Excellent, and how are you finding life as a human, are you missing your powers?” D'Hoffryn maintained a friendly, conversational tone which made the whole situation more surreal in Xander's eyes.
“Life as a human is bearable but I miss my powers more than I ever thought possible.” Hope soared in Anya though she tried to match the demon's tone not wanting to give away just how much she longed for the return of her demon status.
“It has been brought to my attention that it is demeaning to the other vengeance demons to have you shacked up here in connubial bliss with this...human.” D'Hoffryn spat the final word with a look of disdain in Xander's direction.
Xander struggled harder but to no avail and he could only watch as Anya stood before her lord and waited for him to speak again.
Seeing the eagerness in Anya's eyes D’Hoffryn smiled an unpleasant smile. “I've come to offer you your old job back, on one condition.”
“Anything Master, Anything” Anya’s agreement was instantaneous and unconditional, she could not conceive of anything that would be too onerous if it resulted in the return of her powers.
D'Hoffryn's smile broadened as he searched her face for any sign of an emotion other than the eagerness she displayed so clearly. “You must never see this...” sneering he flicked his fingers dismissively at the young man still held securely against the wall, “again!”
Without even sparing Xander so much as a single glance Anya stepped around the sofa and tucked her hand into the crook of the demon's elbow. Smiling brightly up at the Lord of Arashmaharr, her only words were “shall we go?”
Directing an indulgent smile down at the young woman D'Hoffryn gently patted her small hand and with one thought he whisked them both away from the human realm.
“He left me hanging on that wall all night, the power came on as soon as they left so I was stuck watching crappy game shows until the spell finally released me at dawn the next day. To add insult to injury I nearly lost my job that day, I was so tired and stiff and sore from hanging on that blasted wall all night that I completely messed up at work. I just managed to talk the boss round with a lot of begging and even swearing on my mother's life that it would never happen again.”
“Babbled the poor bloke into submission eh?” Spike felt sorry for the unknown foreman. He’d been subjected to concentrated Xander babble a time or two himself, it was a fate he wouldn't wish upon his worst enemy.
“Yeah,” Xander shrugged ruefully, “unfortunately a little over a month later the Xeljax happened and that was it, I'd used up my last chance and he wouldn't listen to a word I said when I got back.”
Suddenly Spike found himself feeling less sympathetic to Xander's ex-boss.
Having finished recounting his tale Xander found that he actually felt lighter somehow for sharing the details. Of course he'd had to tell Giles and the girls that Anya was gone and had spun some line about her needing to find herself. It seemed however that he needn't really have bothered as aside from the mandatory sympathetic noises they had shown little interest and had quickly moved on.
“That's right, I thought it sounded a little corny, even for the demon bitch,” Spike struck a theatrical pose, head turned slightly to the left, nose held high, hand pressed dramatically to his chest as he exclaimed in a pompous tone “I need to find myself”
Xander chuckled from his position curled against Spike's side, held protectively in the crook of the vampire's elbow. “I don't know, I thought it was just corny enough, she never was a great one for originality.”
Spike just grinned as he released his pose, happy that he'd been able to lighten Xander's mood somewhat. Removing the hand from his chest he carefully brushed back the hair from Xander's brow and pressed a chaste kiss to his love's forehead. Glancing at the clock on the wall he saw that it was still early, they had several hours yet before they could expect Jim and Blair to arrive. “Do you think you can get back to sleep now?” he asked quietly and at Xander's sleepy “hmmm” he realised the whelp was almost there already.
Reaching across the sleeping man in his arms Spike flicked off the light and settled down happy in the knowledge that apparently Xander wasn't as straight as he had thought.
AN : Hope that you liked it, please review and let me know what you think.
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