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Once Bitten, Twice Shy	By : tjgoldstein Category: > Spike(William)/Xander > Spike(William)/Xander Views: 2168 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Tuesday, 15 August 2000.

7:49 pm.

Independent Grocers of California (IGC) Supermarket, Sunnydale Branch.

"Christ, how long does it take to get just one shopping trolley?" Xander muttered under his breath, impatiently tapping his foot as he waited for Spike to return with the requested item. "Great. I told him to hurry up or we would be left with the shittiest trolley the supermarket owned and if my ears are correct, we've been lucky enough to grab it!"

Xander just shook his head in resignation as he watched Spike and the trolley screech and clunk their way towards him from the barren trolley bay, the vampire gesturing at the trolley and shrugging. With an annoyed snarl, Xander waved the vampire over, gesturing at Spike to hurry up. Even more annoyed by not seeing an instant pick up in the bleached blond's pace, Xander snapped out a command. "Hurry. Up! It's been a long day, I'm tired and getting cranky, now move yourself. I know, Spike, trust me, I can hear it... don't need you to keep waving at it like it's on fire, do I? Is there another one there? No? Fine."

Throwing his hands up in a 'whatever' gesture, Xander turned sharply on his heel and strode straight into the candy aisle, oblivious to the bemused glances from those around him who had been within earshot of his remarks to Spike. Teeth gritted in a futile attempt to block out the trolley's clatter and calm himself before he let his temper fly in a crowded supermarket, Xander grabbed at numerous chocolate bars and sugar free novelty jellies, turning every now and again to throw them into the trolley behind him. Turning right into the chips and soft drink aisle, he immediately went over to the popcorn shelf and lifted down a box of chicken flavoured popcorn, reading the back as he waited for Spike to catch up with him. Box thrown into the trolley, Xander knowing that Spike liked all kinds of popcorn to float in his blood, especially when watching a movie on TV or a video, he added another two boxes, extra buttered and barbeque. "You got three popcorns, want another one or do you want some Weetabix instead?"

Xander stood with arms crossed, legs parted in an unconscious Alpha Male stance, a bored, surly look on his face as he watched Spike point at the popcorn shelf and shake his head, then gesture towards the cereal aisle and nod."Right then, Weetabix it is. Grab four of those Cokes that are on special, yeah... that's right, the 2 litre ones. I'll be in the cereals, meet you there."

Down the cereal and juice aisle, Xander let his gaze scan the shelves full of boxes that promised to clear the bowel, reduce heart disease and lower cholesterol. By-passing those, Xander stopped in front of the cereals aimed solely for the kids' market, his brow furrowing as he took in the almost overwhelming amount of varieties. Coco Puffs, Honeyed Wheaties, Cinnamon-O's, Apple Crunch, Raspberry Nuggets and the choice went on for too many rows for Xander to really care. Normally, he would have just picked out anything that promised to contain the highest amount of sugar but, being on a tight budget, as always since he was having to feed and clothe two on a wage barely enough for one, Xander walked back to where he had seen the bright red special's flyer and grabbed at the economy sized Cornflakes, hesitating as he tossed up between the large or economy sized Weetabix. As he heard the grating screech of his trolley draw closer, Xander scowled as he reached up for the smallest box of Weetabix. Both boxes thrown into the trolley being pushed by an equally bored vampire, he continued down the aisle to the juices. Upon seeing his favourite juice on special, Xander lugged two down from the highest shelf, placing them in the shopping trolley before continuing to grab at various boxes, packets and bottles as both he and Spike did the weekly shopping.

With Spike's help, Xander guided the trolley through the register, engaging the young girl in idle chitchat as she scanned the goods and bagged them. Groceries paid for and his credit card slid back into his wallet, Xander pulled Spike aside once outside, giving his fellow customers a quick glance as his annoyance slid into embarrassment. His face reddening as he turned his attention back to Spike, Xander coughed and ahemmed before speaking. "Here, take the keys and put the groceries in the car, I'll... ahhhh, be there in, you know... ummm... a minute or two. Sorta forgot something, heh-heh, alright?"

~Sure Pet, not a problem. So, you want me to blow you now or you right to wait 'til we're back home?~

Nose wrinkled at the rancid aroma of the fried chicken takeout franchise next to the supermarket, Spike sniffed discreetly in the direction of Xander's retreating back as the boy entered the Supermarket again. Underneath the heavy, cloying smell of warm chicken fat was the subtle scent of Xander's arousal. The vampire knew without a doubt that Xander was going to demand that Spike put out all the way, either that night or the next. Unable to help himself, Spike shuddered at the very thought of what he had to do just so that he could be kept somewhat safe. Shoulders slumped as he pushed the trolley across the brightly lit car park, Spike desperately tried to think of how much he had enjoyed it with Angelus, Penn and The Master. Sure, Xander had never been with a male before and it was a safe bet that he was going to be pretty clumsy for the first few times. It was going to hurt, no matter how gentle Xander was with him but that didn't mean it was always going to hurt. Of course, going by Xander's temper, it also meant that Xander wouldn't always be gentle with him, either. A small whine escaped Spike as he manoeuvred the trolley to lean against the bumper bar of the rusty heap Xander's uncle had sold the boy after having a D.U.I. finally stick to him. A half smile graced Spike's face as he thought of the size of Xander's cock. Even though he certainly wasn't as long as either Angelus, Penn or even The Master, Xander was definitely thicker and heavier than all three of them. Then again, Spike thought as his smile widened, a bloody gnat would be bigger than The Master. Every time Spike had been requested by The Master, the younger vampire had always made sure to put on a good show of being thoroughly 'ravished' by the bat faced wanker and had only forced himself to smother his amusement at the size of The Master's genitalia upon threat of death by his Sire, Angelus. As soon as he had thanked The Master for his attention and had returned to his rooms, Spike hadn't been able to stop himself from bursting into laughter even as he fingered himself in an effort to bring himself off properly. Spike had often wondered if the term 'pencil dick' had originated with The Master, Heinrich Joseph Nest.

Still, even as Spike grunted quietly, laughing the only way he could these days, he could feel his stomach swirling at the thought of someone breaching his arse once more. Hopefully, with enough care on Xander's part and a lot of lubricant, it would go pretty well. Knowing that there wasn't any lubricant in the apartment, Spike guessed that was what Xander had gone back for.

~How bloody lucky am I? Get lubed this time and oooohhhhh, only the *one* cock goin' all the way up me.~

Trunk lid opened, Spike leaned over the trolley and started placing the groceries in the car trunk, making sure to be careful not to squash the bread and eggs as he listened somewhat absently to his fellow shoppers going about their business. Distracted by his own internal mutterings, Spike took no notice of the two men who stopped only a few paces behind him and stood with arms crossed, staring at him. A cough and scuffle along the car park bitumen close behind him jerked Spike from his thoughts. Thinking that it was Xander making his way back to the car, he scented the air, freezing halfway into putting the last plastic bag into the car trunk. With a low whine, Spike started to tremble even as he realised who the two men who were standing either side of him were.

"Well, well, well. If it isn't the tame little vampire. Look, Martinez, it's our favourite Hostile!" sneered the taller of the two men, his words ending in a low menacing chuckle.

Spike jerked his head up, hitting his scalp along the edge of the trunk lid as a hand was roughly rubbed against his jeans clad buttocks. Eyes tightly screwed shut, he knew that if he had still been a human, he would have pissed himself in fright already. As it was, Spike could feel a major panic attack coming on. He didn't have them very often, usually when he was forced to go outside by himself. He didn't mind if it was close to the apartment but anything other than the little park down the end of the street and he panicked. Still shaking his head, Spike was startled to find himself panting and oddly, he wondered when he had started even as he felt tears pricking at his eyes.

"Mmmmm, been thinking of getting Riley to invite Harris over one one night. You know, game of poker... watch the game... BBQ, that sorta thing. Make friends." Martinez's deep voice.

Spike could smell the arousal and need to dominate on the one standing directly behind him, Corey. Martinez, though not aroused, still exuded a dominant scent but he was nowhere near the Alpha Male that Corey was.

~Go away... go away... go away...~

"Yeah. That way, he would have to return the favour. Ri tells me Harris has a nice little apartment, even allows animals. Reckon we should teach him how to get the best outta certain blonds... whattaya think, Martinez?" sniggered Corey as he forced his hand between Spike's legs, causing him to stumble as he hurriedly widened his stance. Laughing all the harder when Spike whined as he started to repeatedly thrust his arm through and up between the jeans clad legs, Corey gestured at Martinez to crowd in closer. "Hey, No.17, where's Harris? *We* know you, animal, you don't go out alone... so if you're here... I'm guessing Harris is in the supermarket or getting yet another one of those chicken takeouts he stuffs himself with... am I right? Is he getting extra potato salad so you can smother it in ketchup just the way you like it while he sits next to you, whining, 'That's disgusting, *Spike*? Huh, is he, *animal*... is that what your... protector... is doing?"

~Help me... Xander... Claimant? Go away... go away... go away...~

Chanting his mantra to himself, Spike shuddered as Martinez leaned against his side. With his hands knotted tightly in the white plastic of the shopping bags, he mentally pleaded for Xander to hurry up. With a hope that the youth would come back quickly, Spike stood glued to the spot as Corey, fed up with forcing his arm between Spike's legs, instead traced his hand along Spike's spine. Hearing the two men snickering behind him, Spike gave another whine as he noticed an increase in Martinez's arousal.

~Xander, where are you? Please... please, I need you... Pet? Pet... please. Don't leave me?~

"Holy shit! Do you hear it... is it for real? It's totally getting off on this." laughed Corey.

~Com-... come on already... f' the lube... jus' do it dry, don't care as long as we get home?~

"Man, it's panting like it's ready to just roll over and spread 'em. You know, Corey, we should just grab it now...hang on, cop co thi this way. Move on out."

Spike was almost faint with relief when, after a hard grab to his arse, he heard them both walk away as they muttered about how funny Riley and the others would find it to be. One... two... three, Spike half turned, looking both ways before sighing in relief and sagging heavily against the car. His hand shaking, he reached up and wiped his eyes as the first of his tears broke free.

Grab *it*?

They had been planning to *grab him*?

A wave of nausea flared through him, Spike's stomach roiling as he dragged down deep gulps of air that he didn't need in the hopes that it would stop him from vomiting into the car trunk. Whole body shaking, Spike let the last plastic bag thunk into the trunk. It took the distressed vampire three tries before he finally succeeded in closing the rusty trunk hood, uttering a shriek of fright as it slammed down all the way. With a hand against the car, he steadied himself before taking a jerky step. Walking on numb legs, Spike was shaking so much, it felt as if he was bouncing as he hurried towards the trolley rack, the clunky trolley dragging behind him. Trolley given an almighty shove towards the others, Spike ran back to Xander's car, almost tripping over a small pothole in his eagerness to get back to relative safety.

Door unlocked, Spike threw himself inside, twisting and turning around in his seat, as he made sure that all the doors were locked. Looking around for Xander, Spike slid down until he was no longer visible to the numerous other shoppers in the car park, curling himself into an awkward ball. Up and down, up and down, up and down. Spike fiddled with the hem of his t-shirt, his long white fingers trembling as the panting vampire waited for Xander to return. As he waited, Spike couldn't stop himself from turning things over in his mind.

It wasn't as if he hadn't seen them after the attack. Spike was unable to avoid seeing Riley on an at least twice weekly basis but seeing the others had been a semi regular occurrence as well. The other four; Graham, Corey, Martinez and an unnamed one. Always more often than he would have liked. Most of the time, he had seen them in either a large group or in pairs. Only very rarely had he seen them singly. And almost always while shopping with Xander at Sunnydale Mall. Sometimes, Spike had been with Willow and Tara when his attackers had spotted him. The worst they had been able to do in such a public place was blow kisses and wolf whistle in his direction. The two witches had giggled, thinking that the whistles had been for them and much to Spike's shame, they had given the ex-Initiative solders a wave as they passed by. It was only as he trailed a few paces behind the redhead and the blonde, studiously not looking towards them until a half eaten burger was thrown at him, that he had glanced at them and had seen Graham pointing in his direction to know the whistles were for him. As a consequence, he rarely went out unless someone else was with him. Xander was the most comfortable person to be around when out and about. Whenever he, Spike went out, Spike could feel the possessiveness radiating off the boy, making him feel safe, wanted even. Sometimes, it even reminded him, in a vague way, of his Sire.

Now though, after what that bastard, Corey, had said to him, Spike was beyond hysterical. They were coming for him. Again. And this time, there was no chance of him being alive afterwards.

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Xander hadn't meant to take so long. Already ten minutes had passed since he had sent Spike ahead of him, it was just that there were so many new lubricants on the market since he had a reason to buy any. Finally, he was going to do what his cock had wanted to do since catching Spike in the shower. Standing in the 'Personal Hygiene' aisle, hoping to God that no-one he knew saw him, Xander was tossing up between the butterscotch flavoured lube, vanilla and the strawberry, horrified when a woman old enough to be his grandmother reached across him to grab the vanilla flavoured lubricant. His face instantly reddening when she winked at him, Xander looking everywhere but at the lubes until his gaze settled upon rows of condoms. Chewing his bottom lip, he looked around before taking down a box.

Could he catch something from a vampire, barring the always overwhelmingly lethal vampirism, of course? Did essentially dead walking, talking men and women have sexually transmitted diseases? And if he did happen to catch *something*, how on earth would it affect him? Knowing his luck, his cock would zombiefy before dropping off to crawl through Sunnydale's streets and proceeding to attack small fluffy animals. After all, if he could spontaneously catch syphilis from a vengeful Indian ghost, then there was a pretty high chance Xander would be catching a demon disease that only Giles could cure. And Oh My God, knowing Giles, he'd want to take swabs... and notes... and photos... and in a worse case scenario, call Wesley for a second opinion. With a shudder, Xander could only grimace at the tht oht of both Giles and Wesley demanding, in an ever so polite, uppercrust English accent, how on earth Xander ever imagined that Spike's backside was the appropriate storing place for his penis?

Yup, if it's gonna happen to anyone, then I'm this generation's nominated butt monkey. Sighing, Xander glanced at the economy sized variety pack in his hand before shoving it back on the shelf. 24 condoms of all colours and textures was being just a little too hopeful. Who knew if he was even going to like doing *that* to Spike... with Spike? Xander snorted to himself. Ooohhhyeah! By the way his cock had just stood to attention, he was really gonna like it. With a big grin, he decided upon a regular sized tube of non-scented, non-flavoured, waterbased non-greasy Ansell. Still, erring on the right side of caution, Xander reached up and grabbed a small pack of four lubricated condoms. Just in case; after all, it couldn't hurt.

"What the...?" Xander frowned as he ran towards the car, annoyed at not seeing Spike waiting inside the old Commodore as he had been told to. "Christ, one simple thing and he can't even do that right."

Reaching to the car, Xander peered in through the passenger side window, groaning as he made out a person sized lump underneath the old travel rug from the backseat. How Spike had managed to curl himself onto the floor of the car, in between the dashboard and the front seat, was anyone’s guess. Fucking idiot, Xander snarled under his breath, if *I* tried doing that, emergency services would have to cut me out with the Jaws of Life. Xander's cock twitched at the thought of Spike being limber enough to fold himself into such tight confines. Car door opened, Xander heard the panting instantly, a sure sign that Spike was beyond 'just a little teary' and well into one of his occasional panic attacks. Throwing the paper bag containing the condoms and lubricant into the backseat, Xander whirled around to glare at the shaking bundle opposite him. "Jesus, Spike, what the hell is the problem now?"

Unintentionally sounding far harsher than he had meant to, Xander reached out to stroke his hanntlyntly across what he thought was Spike's head, only to frown as he realised that Spike was trembling heavily. Since the attack in his old crypt, Spike was prone to bouts of tears and periods of nervous shaking but something serious must have terrified Spike for him to be doing both. It was either one or the other and Xander could count on one hand the number of times that Spike had done both. Xander continued to stroke his hand over the old tattered blanket while he made soothing shushing noises in the hopes of calming Spike down relatively quickly. "I'm sorry, Spike, I didn't mean to be such a prick. What's happened? Come on, tell me and I'll see what I can do... huh? Ok?"

For the next ten minutes, Xander did all he could to reassure Spike, all the while repeatedly asking Spike what was wrong. Just as he was about to give up and start the car, the travel rug slowly slid back to reveal two blue eyes, bright and unblinking as Spike stared unseeing at Xander. About time, Xander thought to himself. Plastering a small grin on his face, he reached down and, with his thumb, softly brushed the tears from Spike's eyes. "Hey, there you are. Was starting to wonder if I'd got into the wrong car... heh-heh."

With gentle hands and quiet, encouraging words, Xander managed to get Spike out from underneath the travel rug and into the passenger seat. Taking a good look at Spike, Xander realised that Spike wasn't quite with it and so, after giving Spike's hair a ruffle, he leaned over him and pulled on the seatbelt, strapping the vampire into his seat before securing his own. Key turned in the ignition and car started, Xander wondered what pushed Spike into such a traumatised state.

The rumble of the engine startled Spike out of his panicked thoughts. He whipped his head around in all directions, his panting increasing in pitch until he was almost whining. Only the fact that he couldn't smell Martinez and Corey anywhere near him stopped Spike from gagging in fright. Barely registering that Xander was rubbing a hand up and down his arm, Spike reached behind him, snatching the little notebook that was always witm frm from his back pocket. Scrabbling around on the floor, Spike managed to find a pen and in jerky movements, he wrote that he wanted to tell Xander what had happened in the crypt. With hard scratches of his pen, Spike underlined his words, gulping convulsively and trying not to vomit as he thrust the notebook into Xander's waiting hand. As he felt Xander take it, he screwed his eyes shut, pressing his face against the car window as he hugged himself tightly. Up and down, up and down, up and down went the hem of Spike's black t-shirt.

Looking at the scribbled words, Xander felt a flare of anger rush through him as he thought back to when he had found Spike. Why now? What the *hell* had happened to Spike while he had been in the supermarket? He hadn't even been gone that long for God's sake... so, who or what had caused Spike to break down? A glance towards the still shaking vampire and Xander could see Spike's tears streaking the inside of the window. Gently, Xander patted at Spike's thigh, rubbing his hand in small soothing circles even as he flicked the indicator on and the gear stick into drive. With his hand resting on the black clad thigh, Xander slowly drove out of the supermarket car park and down the road.

~ Please believe me, Pet, don't laugh. I... I don't think I could take it after what th... those two... after what's jus' happened. ~
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