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Spike wasn’t quite sure how he ended up back in Sunnydale, but here he was. Sunnyhell: the home of his biggest failure. Here was the place where he’d made a deal with the Slayer – the Slayer – to save his princess, and what did it get him? Sure she was still undead, but she had dumped him like last week’s dinner, and hadn’t even afforded him the dignity of a final death. Bloody stunk, it did. And here he was all over again.
He sidled in through the unlocked back door of the local magic shop (were these people utterly stupid?) and made his way forward. He was about to grab a quick snack when a somewhat familiar girl made her way to the counter, and started discussing a de-lusting spell. There was something about her scent that stopped him, if only he could figure out… He stepped forward, and had to grip one of the shelves to stop himself from growling aloud: she smelled of the boy, his gift! He forced the demon back, and leaned forward, listening to her inane nattering. Once the girl was gone, he stalked forward and quickly drained the shopkeeper. He needed to keep his strength up for the night’s activities.
Plus, it was just fun.
~~~~~
He had followed the little redhead to the school (how surprising!) to find that it was his own boy that she was doing the spell for. Fury rose up in him, only to be pushed savagely back down. The boy was his: they both had to learn this lesson, it seemed.
“Well, well, well,” Spike murmured as he sauntered into the room, eyes on his boy’s face, “What have we here?” He did not miss the sudden look of dismay that crossed Xander’s face.
“Spike!” Willow yelped. “I thought you’d left.”
“Left,” Spike nodded genially at the girl, “came back again,” he added. He caught Xander’s eye. “Left in a rush, and left something behind.”
Swallowing, Xander stepped closer to the vampire. “Run, Will. Get the others.”
Spike smirked as he watched the girl dodge around some desks on her way to the door. He lunged, as if to chase after her, causing the girl to yelp and his boy to step closer, reaching for him. He turned back to Xander. “Know what you’re doing, boy,” he leered. “Not that I mind: gets her away from you, and gives us time to get out of here.”
Xander nodded nervously. “Okay. Uh … okay.”
Spike stepped forward, and pulled Xander into his arms and his head down for a kiss. The boy, young man now, had grown since the last time they’d kissed, but that didn’t change the passion of his touch once he’d relaxed into it.
Xander pulled back, and dragged in a breath. “They’ll be back soon,” he warned.
“We’d best be going, then,” Spike murmured against Xander’s lush mouth.
~~~~~
Xander looked around Angel’s mansion. “Love the irony,” he muttered.
“I’m just glad someone got rid of Mr Butt-Ugly,” Spike smirked. “Passion killer if ever I saw one.”
“True,” Xander agreed, wrinkling his nose. “I think Giles organised something.”
“Well, enough of the polite conversation,” Spike decided, spinning Xander into his arms. “Time for us.”
Xander peered around the open area. “Not here,” he frowned.
“‘Course not,” Spike scoffed. He pulled his boy down for another hard kiss, nipping at the blood-hot bottom lip. He stepped back again, and led the way into a lushly appointed bedroom. “Here. Used to be the Irish bastard’s room; perfect place for us to have our fun.”
Xander huffed in laughter as he stripped off his shirt. “He’d hate that.”
Spike trailed chipped nails down Xander’s chest. “Pretty much the point, pet.”
Both men quickly stripped, and Spike pushed Xander down onto the bed. “I used to think of this,” he murmured, looking down at the tan body below him. “Sitting in that bloody chair, I used to dream of laying you out on the Great Poof’s bed and making you scream until you were hoarse, and him listening to every sound you made, knowing, knowing you were mine.”
“Possessive, much,” Xander chuckled.
“Always, pet,” Spike agreed, leaning down to nip at the strong neck. “You’re mine, and I don’t appreciate that witch thinking she has rights to you.”
“You were gone,” Xander murmured, “so long, and I didn’t think you were coming back.”
“Always be back for you, pet,” Spike growled. “You’re mine, and you need to remember that. Maybe I should make that your object lesson for tonight,” he added, smirking. “Do I need to tie you down?”
Xander gasped softly, eyes wide. He tried to speak, but could only produce random sounds. Spike chuckled at the sight, sound, and smell of his boy, and lurched up off the bed. He had a quick look around, and returned with Xander’s shirt, which he deftly used to tie his hands to the bed frame.
“There,” Spike purred. “You look a right treat now. All laid out for me.” He ran a hand over Xander’s belly, watching as the muscles twitched under his touch. He pushed the long legs apart, and feasted his eyes on the body before him. He left the bed again, and returned with a handy tube in his fingers. “I’d do more, you know how I like to play, but I’m thinking I need to be in you too much right now, so we’ll play later.”
Xander nodded eagerly, eyes dark with lust. He lifted his hips at the touch of a cool hand on his thigh, but the hand simply ran down to rest on his hip, not moving further down to his eager hole. He whined at the neglect.
Spike laughed. “Don’t worry, I’ll be there soon enough. Need you, remember.” With that, he leaned forward and began to kiss his way down Xander’s chest, interspersed with cat-licks and nipping bites. When he reached Xander’s cock, he licked a long stripe up the under-side, then took the head in his mouth, and sucked. Xander arched up, trying to feed more of his swollen cock into his lover’s mouth, but Spike’s hand kept him on the bed. “Someone’s eager,” he gloated.
Xander whined again, then stilled when he felt two cold, slick fingers push into him. His eyes fluttered closed, and his mouth dropped softly open as he moaned and pushed back against the intrusion. “Please,” he whispered, “more.”
Spike began to thrust his fingers in and out, twisting and scissoring them to open his boy up. If he scraped the occasional fingernail against the boy’s prostate, well then that was just a bonus. He pulled out, and then worked three fingers into his boy, then four. He knew he was pushing it, but he needed to be in Xander, to re-claim his boy, his pet. His.
He slicked his aching cock, and grabbed Xander’s hip in both hands. He lifted Xander up so his arse lay on his thighs, and pushed into the scorching heat of Xander’s beloved body. Xander whined again, and pushed back, wrapping his legs around Spike’s hips, urging him deeper inside. Once he was fully seated inside Xander, Spike dropped his head down onto his chest, and panted, clenching his hands on Xander’s hips, willing himself to not simply let loose and pound into his lover.
After a moment, Xander wriggled, trying to encourage Spike to move. Spike raised his head, showing golden eyes, as he pulled most of the way out of Xander’s body only to launch forward to lean over the human, and thrust back into the intoxicating heat. Xander responded with a harsh cry, tossing his head back as he arched off the bed. Spike fixed his eyes on the long column of Xander’s neck, and began to thrust in earnest, watching the blood pound in the hollow of his throat. Xander pulled at his restraints, twisting and writhing in his need for more, harder, deeper. In response, Spike clutched at the sheet and at Xander’s hip, ignoring as the one ripped and the other bruised.
So long away from the blood-hot constriction of his favourite gift’s body, his orgasm approached unsurprisingly quickly. He groped blindly, and tugged at Xander’s cock in counterpoint to his thrusts, determined to last longer than his human. Then, with a sharp cry, Xander came, shooting hot ropes over Spike’s hand. Spike growled, and continued, hard, jerky thrusts that ended with an agonised howl as he spilled inside Xander’s clutching hole. Panting, he collapsed onto a heaving chest, and managed to slide to one side enough to allow Xander to breathe.
“Too bloody long,” Spike muttered.
Xander gazed at the shaken vampire, hands still twitching in his desire to touch. “Missed this,” he panted softly.
Spike burrowed his face into Xander’s neck and felt himself slipping into sleep. Time enough for more later.
~~~~~
“You should stay out here,” Angel muttered, frowning.
“Why?” Buffy demanded. “Why shouldn’t I just go right in there and stake him right now? I mean, what’s to say Xander is even alive?” she asked, fear making her voice sharp.
“Xander’s alive,” Angel reassured her, “it’s just… I really think that Xander would prefer I went in there alone.”
“I hardly think -” Giles began.
“Fine,” Angel hissed. “You can come with me, Giles, but no one else.”
Giles waited until the two of them were in the mansion before speaking again. “Why?” he demanded softly. “Why me?”
Angel sighed. “Xander is alive,” he began, “but … from what I can smell, I really don’t think he’d appreciate having any of the girls in here.”
“What do you mean?” Giles growled.
“Spike … he …” Angel trailed off, not sure how to explain.
“If your deviant child has tortured that boy,” Giles threatened.
“It’s not torture; not precisely, anyway,” Angel shook his head. “Just…”
They entered the bedroom quietly, to find Xander asleep on the bed, still tied to the bedframe, and clearly naked under the haphazardly-thrown sheet.
“Dear God,” Giles choked.
Xander started awake at the sound of the Watcher’s soft cry. “Giles,” he yelped. He then noticed the vampire. “Deadboy,” he scowled. He then took in the room, and began tugging at his bonds. He blushed. “Uh, I, ah, I’m a little …”
“Don’t worry, dear boy,” Giles murmured, rushing forward. “We’ll have you out of here in a jiffy.” Working together, Giles and Angel freed Xander and found his clothes. Turning awkwardly, they gave him sufficient privacy to dress, then hurried him out of the mansion, back to Buffy who was standing guard over Giles’ car. When he saw his friend, Xander blushed, and ducked his head.
Heedless, Buffy rushed up and threw her arms around Xander, crying out her joy at seeing him alive. When he flinched and hissed, she instantly apologised, throwing a dark look at her former boyfriend. She then guided Xander to the car, and made inconsequential conversation all the way to her house, where she reluctantly left the men. Silence reigned in the car until they reached Xander’s house.
Giles turned in his seat to look at Xander. “I, I’m so sorry this has happened to you,” he began nervously. “If, if you want to talk about it, I’m free. Anytime,” he added. “Or, if, if you would prefer, I can find someone for you.”
“If you don’t mind, Giles, I’d rather repress,” Xander offered with a grimace. “And, um, if you could not tell the girls, or, like, anyone, that would be great.”
“Xander -” Angel began.
“And I’d really rather not talk to you at all,” Xander glared at the vampire. “So I’ll just be going home, now. I’ll see you tomorrow, Giles,” he added, getting out of the car.
“Of course,” Giles nodded. He waited until Xander was safe in his house before driving off.
~~~~~
Xander found Cordelia, and was welcomed with fervent thanks for his continued survival, which only served to make him feel even worse about what he was about to do. He gave a tight smile, and drew his girlfriend off somewhere quiet.
“I, um, we need to talk,” he began as soon as the door was closed. “It’s … well, it’s not going to be nice,” he warned.
“They didn’t tell me what happened,” Cordelia complained. “Are you okay? You look okay, but you seemed to be hurt, and you’re not walking properly.”
Xander blushed. “Yeah, about that.” He sighed. “Okay, there’s no easy or nice way to say this so… Spike kidnapped me; you know that, of course. What you don’t know is, well.” Xander rubbed his hands together, well aware of the hurt he was about to inflict. “Spike and I are lovers. Or we were. Or something,” he shrugged.
Cordelia staggered back from her boyf- … exboyfriend. “What?” she ventured finally.
“Okay, do you remember Parent-Teacher night last year? You know, when the vampires invaded?” Xander asked warily.
“Xander, what the hell?” Cordelia hissed.
“Do you remember?” Xander asked insistently.
Cordelia huffed. “I spent the night in a janitor’s closet, with Willow, praying! I should think I remember it.”
“Yeah, well, I remember it, too,” Xander huffed back, “”because that was the night Angel gave me to Spike. Oh, it was all a trick, just Angel’s way of proving he was on Spike’s side, blah blah blah. Except that the blonde menace decided that it was for real, and… And he found me that night, walking home,” Xander shrugged helplessly. “And he decided that he wanted me, and that he was going to have me, and then he said that if I didn’t let him in, he would just come back the next night and get my parents to invite him in, and he wouldn’t be in such a good mood if he had to do that, so, well…”
“Oh, God,” Cordelia whimpered. “And ever since…”
“Until the day you and I kissed,” Xander nodded. “He didn’t come around that night, and the organ dropped on him the next day, during the ceremony to fix Dru.” He shrugged. “And then he left town after the Acathla thing. And I kind of guessed he’d forgotten about me. Except it looks like he didn’t.”
“He’s raping you?” Cordelia asked softly.
Xander blushed. “It’s not… It’s…”
“Oh,” Cordelia murmured. “Oh.”
“Yeah,” Xander agreed softly. “So the thing is that … he’s made it clear that I’m his, and he’ll always be back for me. So I figure that it’s not really safe for me to date anyone. ‘Cause, you know, jealous vampires, and all that.”
“Oh,” Cordelia tried again. She swallowed. She straightened her shoulders, and stiffened her spine. “Okay, then.”
“So I figure, maybe you can dump me, or something,” Xander offered. “You know, realise I’ll never not be a loser.”
“Oh, Xander,” Cordelia grimaced, and laid a soft hand against his cheek. Xander took a moment to lean into the caress, then stepped away from her.
“So… I’ll see you around?” Xander smiled.
~~~~~
“I can’t believe she would do that,” Buffy hissed to Willow.
“Oh, please,” Willow scoffed, “this is Cordelia we’re talking about.”
“What’s this about Cordelia?” Xander asked, dropping down to sit beside his friends.
“We can’t believe she dumped you like that!” Buffy huffed.
“You can’t believe it,” Willow shook her head, “I so can.”
“It’s not like that,” Xander argued. “It’s just that, after Spike, you know, I figured that I can’t afford to have anyone close to me. It just seems like he’s painted this big target on my back, and anyone to close to me just gets painted by it.”
“Oh, so we’re fine, but not Cordelia?” Buffy asked archly, though a slight smile was visible.
“You’re my bestest buds,” Xander grinned as he shoulder-bumped Buffy, “I can’t get rid of you. I just, you know, can’t bring anyone else into this.”
Willow frowned. Xander had changed since the kidnapping. Not only had he (apparently) gotten Cordelia to dump him, but he’d been avoiding her, as if the de-lusting spell had actually worked. Which was, of course, only for the best. Still… “But are you going to be okay?”
Xander looked at her and smiled. “I have my two bestest buds, and I’ll even claim Giles. What more could I need?”
Buffy nodded firmly. “You got that right,” she agreed, grinning.
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