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Truth Denied	By : PervertedPages Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > Slash - Male/Male > Spike(William)/Xander > Spike(William)/Xander Views: 22482 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Pairings: Spander (eventually)

Appropriate Ratings: NC17 overall but this chapter... hard PG13

Warnings: A little dancing

Word Count: 2618 (As per Word 2007 Word Count but including the lyrics to the song)

Beta: LJ User purpledodah and LJ User Laazikaat

X-posted to: Available on my LJ

Comments keep my muse well fed.

A.N. Song time! DL http://www.sendspace.com/file/u2fs7d Bleeding Love by Lenoa Lewis for the dance portion of this chapter.

He went through the box as Spike slept in his room, he’d left after half an hour, feeling warmed and hopeful. He opened some letters that were still sealed and blushed profusely at the contents. Oh my, these men weren’t shy or afraid of being taken the wrong way. Some had photos, Xander blushed and put them away, along with the raunchier notes. He kept out the ones that commented on his dancing, adding them to his scrap book. He smiled as he filled it, it was sweet, some of these guys were absolute darlings.

Spike slept on in his room as Xander made dinner, pan seared pacific salmon, delicious, and some mashed potatoes and salad. He hummed about, puttering from one end of the kitchen to the other, smiling when he saw Spike slump into his chair, rubbing his eyes. “What do you feel like Spike? C’mon I’m in a rare cooking mood.”

The mood immediately soured as the police knocked on their door. Xander gave his statement, then they took him downtown to make it official, and they left it at that. They gave their promises that they’d soon be able to sleep easily at night again, and as soon as Xander returned home he went to Spike’s side again, book in hand. He sat there and read, relaxed, slept, read some more. Eventually Spike stirred and he moaned. “Home…” He sighed to himself and lay back, obviously letting the tension out of his body.

“Yeah, home, remember we left the hospital together. C’mon it’s time for some pills,” Xander held out a handful, the ex-vampire took them with a gulp of water. “Those’ll mellow you out, so things might seem fuzzy….” Xander said, his voice droning in Spike’s ears.

“Thing’s’r’lready’fuzzeh,” he slurred out.

“That’s because I drugged you while you slept, I got good at it, don’t worry, I got rid of the needles after I was done.” Spike could only smile, a few days of loving how Xander was taking care of him so very much, it felt almost domestic.

“We’re gonna kill ‘em with our new dance Lexi,” he smired, thinking of work, of course.

“Oh yeah, we’re going to have fun, just get better”

“’m better! Better than before! Look at me *He took a deep breath and coughed a little. “Okay, maybe one more day.”

“Or two, we’ll see, now sit back and eat your soup”

“You made me soup?”

“Well, yeah, and it’s homemade, so if you don’t like it, just let me know and I’ll know the recipe is a dud.” Xander smiled and got up, no mention of him sleeping in the bed ever arising. He went and fetched the soup

Whelp was worried about me, musta been more serious than they were letting on. Not much scares my Xan. He dutifully ate the soup and the crusty bread, smiling at Xan a little. It’s nice to be worried about

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Spike was arguing, loudly. He wanted to shut the place down till they found Steve, and Ben was going red in the face saying no way, that they had to dance, Steve would want them to dance, they had to dance, they had to! Ben slammed his fist against the concrete wall beside him in the hall, behind the stage as he said that. Spike raised an eyebrow, motes of dust came from the punch, and he could swear there was a dent in the wall, but Ben’s hand was unmarked. Well, that’s interesting

Ben was almost frothing at the mouth so the dancers shrugged, looked a little nervously at each other, and got ready for the stage. Idle chatter, a few angry looks. Everyone loved Steve and it just didn’t feel right to be dancing without them even knowing where he was. Ben mumbled something about “I’ll do the prayers myself, I know how to do them.” Then he disappeared in the crowd, Spike frowned, he didn’t think anyone non-demon could disappear like that, and what was he muttering about prayers?

Spike found Xander and they went into their change room to get ready for the dance, a new one for tonight. They got ready on opposite sides of a decency screen Spike had bought them. They both closed their eyes and concentrated on getting hard. All Xander had to do was think of pale flesh and bleached hair. Spike just had to think of chocolate eyes looking at him with lust, and that still hard body pressed against his, he sighed, never gonna happen. They put their rings on and the rest of their costumes on, then stepped out from behind the screen. They’d looked forward to Steve’s reviews, he usually gave good pointers, but…. Well… a full week had passed and they still had no clues, no closer at finding him, he was still… just gone.

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Closed off from love

I didn't need the pain

Once or twice was enough

And it was all in vain

Time starts to pass

Before you know it you're frozen

They started out silent, wearing dress slacks, white shirts black gloves, and a cane with a matching derby hat while wearing thick exotic black eye paint. They pranced around each other, light on their feet as they spun around, turning as they jumped and danced with their canes, hats staying securely on. They each went to a stage end and stared at each other each taking a deep breath in unison.

But something happened

For the very first time with you

My heart melts into the ground

Found something true

And everyone's looking round

Thinking I'm going crazy

They spin, holding their canes out at arms length and spin in unison down the stage towards the middle, and the move on the long shaft, twisting and turning, almost touching, but never crossing that barrier.

As soon as the singer sang the word “crazy” they both grabbed their heads and bounced them backwards and forwards for a few beats before turning to face the audience.

But I don't care what they say

I'm in love with you

They try to pull me away

But they don't know the truth

My heart's crippled by the vein

That I keep on closing

You cut me open and I

They faced the audience then leaned back so their heads were on the other one’s shoulder, they looked at each other, dark eye paint making them look exotic and striking. They ran their hands down their own bodies, tugging at the neck of their shirts as they gyrated for the crowd, money scattered all over the stage. They stood and moved side by side, each facing a different half of the crowd while they danced to the music, their hips moving. When the singer sang “You cut me open” they ripped off their tear away shirts and simultaneously threw their gloves away, wearing skin tight white wife beater under shirts, their muscles straining against the cloth, which made the crowd whistle and holler.

Keep bleeding

Keep, keep bleeding love

I keep bleeding

I keep, I keep bleeding love

Keep bleeding

Keep, keep bleeding love

You cut me open

They turned to face each other, hands ghosting over each other’s body. Their nails were painted black and gleamed under the stage lights. They heard all the hooting and hollering, the requests that the crowd was making and drank it up.

Out of the blue they heard a rain of coins hitting the stage, they were too distracted to see who would tip them in change, but they heard it. Briefly Xander closed his eyes. See? I’m just dragging Spike down, I bet he never got change when he danced!. He squeezed back tears and forced himself to lose himself in the dance again.

They both spun so they switched sides of the stage, gripping their right hands together. They pulled in closer, forearms touching, and their faces became close enough that they were almost kissing. They reached for the others wife beater shirt, and slowly started teasing it up a little at a time.

Trying hard not to hear

But they talk so loud

Their piercing sounds fill my ears

Try to fill me with doubt

Yet I know that the goal

Is to keep me from falling

Xander took Spike’s shirt off first, the hat going with it, it barely ruffled his gelled and spiked hair. He threw it backstage and spun until his back was to Spike’s front and raised his hand, caressing the side of Spike’s face behind him, leaning against him as his hands travelled to Spike’s pants. Once there, Xander quickly pulled them down and off. He danced hungrily around the naked and gleaming, sparkling Spike, licking his lips and leaning in to obviously sniff at him.

But nothing's greater

Than the rush that comes with your embrace

And in this world of loneliness

I see your face

Yet everyone around me

Thinks that I'm going crazy, maybe, maybe

Spike took control and spun Xander around until they were face to face. He nuzzled Xander’s throat as his hands reached down to pull up Xander’s under shirt and tossed it behind the stage with his hat. The crowd loved it, loved the tension between the two of them.

Spike gracefully fell to his knees and pulled down Xander’s pants in the same motion. Xander stepped out of them and they were added to the pile back stage. They both stood there in matching crimson sacks around their erect cock and balls, with strings going around their waist and between their legs.

But I don't care what they say

I'm in love with you

They try to pull me away

But they don't know the truth

My heart's crippled by the vein

That I keep on closing

You cut me open and I

They spun and danced across the stage, doing acrobatics as they flipped and spun and poised in graceful poses, sometimes using each other for support. They both ran towards the tip of the stage, Xander got there first and swung himself around the pole until his feet finally touched the ground.

Keep bleeding

Keep, keep bleeding love

I keep bleeding

I keep, keep bleeding love

Keep bleeding

Keep, keep bleeding love

You cut me open

They danced down the stage, popping their hands up and down on the beat, moving their feet so they moved down the stage to the rhythm. They rubbed their chests against each other, sweat slicked and sparkly.

And it's draining all of me

Oh they find it hard to believe

I'll be wearing these scars

For everyone to see

They panted as they danced along the shaft, spinning and twirling, using the cane now and then to hold a pose, eventually they were thrown back stage and they used the poles for support only.

I don't care what they say

I'm in love with you

They try to pull me away

But they don't know the truth

My heart's crippled by the vein

That I keep on closing

They stroked each other’s cheek, almost fearfully, then lovingly, nuzzling each other and getting hotter and hotter and hotter

You cut me open and I

Keep bleeding

Keep, keep bleeding love

I keep bleeding

I keep, keep bleeding love

Keep bleeding

Keep, keep bleeding love

They clawed at each other, stroking each other’s skin all over their body, leaning against each other. They dug their fingers into the sweat slickened skin of their opponent.

You cut me open and I

Keep bleeding

Keep, keep bleeding love

I keep bleeding

I keep, keep bleeding love

Keep bleeding

Keep, keep bleeding love

They kept spinning and dancing up and down the shaft, doing a spread eagle roll with each other, facing out oppositely. They really moved with emotion, dancing, and spinning, pounding on the stage

You cut me open and I

Keep bleeding

Keep, keep bleeding love***

They pretended to cut each other, leaving behind a dripping red line, they each licked the other as they discreetly tossed the corn syrup bags back stage, hands dancing on each other’s skin. And the lights went out.

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They were both panting after their last set on stage, drinking thirstily of bottled water in Spike’s changing room. Neither of them said a word, too hot to care, and not all the heat was from exertion either, you could cut the sexual tension with a knife. It always seemed to happen after they danced, usually it only lasted a minute or two, long enough for Xander to finish the bottle and get his wind back, but each time it had taken longer and longer to cool down. He was happy he had his cock ring already on so Spike wouldn’t be able to tell it was really his presence affecting him. The way Spike moved against him, with him, the heat they stirred while up there and it just made Xander want him all the more, too bad Spike could never want him back…. Too bad Xander couldn’t do anything about it even if he did.

Xander couldn’t believe it, he guessed it was because he felt so safe with Spike, and their dances fueled their fires easily, each night they danced fanning the embers. He was glad this was their last dance for the week, meant he didn’t have to feel so awkward around Spike. He sighed internally and mentally banged his head against a wall. I just had to get a crush on the one person that would never want me. 

A knock on their door caused them both to tense slightly as Spike walked over to the door and opened it a crack, muttering. “Getting a bloody peep hole put in”. It was the bouncer on the other side, holding out their satchel of loot and all the equipment and costumes they had thrown behind stage.

They started dividing it up, then they both noticed…. There were some gold coins… rare looking gold coins in the bag. The change thought Xander. “What the hell are we supposed to do with this?”

“I have no bloody clue. Start a coin collection?” Something about the coins was familiar. For the first time in years he cursed the loss of all the information at Wolfram and Hart. They both laughed and shrugged, dumping the coins in a drawer in their apartment when they get home, Spike making sure neither of them touched the coins with their skin without attracting attention that he was doing so. They sat at the dining table with bottles of cold water, sipping and sighing. “God, that was good. You want the shower first? I can wait, I know how much you like hot water,” Xander toyed with his water bottle. “Besides, I want more water to drink!” He laughed and headed for the kitchen, neither one admitting the looks, the glances, the stares at each other. They each tried to convince themselves that they were just looking each other over for performance bruises… but Spike’s heart sped right up, and Xander’s pupils were so very dilated. Each one ached to touch the other.

Spike laughed “Okay whelp, I get the shower first,” Wish it could be with you…. a part of his mind whispered, but he headed resolutely to the bathroom and the shower, trying to wash away the thoughts, but all they did was make him hornier and hornier, until he’s finally jerking off, two fingers up his own bum. He breathlessly called out, no sound emerging, as he came hard, making himself a little dizzy…. He wanted Xan…. So so so bad, he couldn’t even pretend to deny it anymore.

*** because apparently I can't put it in an authors note at the top, where this used to be, I move it to the bottom: song Bleeding Love by Leona Lewis
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