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1 4 3	By : CWoodhaven Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > Slash - Male/Male > Spike(William)/Xander > Spike(William)/Xander Views: 3094 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author: c_woodhaven
Title: 1 4 3
Chapter: 3/3
Pairing/Characters: Spike / Xander
Rating: NC-17
Feedback/Concrit: Yes, but please be gentle. I'm new and fragile.
Disclaimer: Not mine, no money made, just playing in Joss' sandbox.
Warnings: Mention of character death, m/m slash, rimming, anal, lusty grindage
Summary: Xander gets back to his hotel and gets a surprise. Takes place about a year after Conversation in the Parlor.

Conversation in Flesh

It was beyond late when Xander got back to the hotel. It was a testament to how late he was, because the lobby was deserted, and no one ever slept in Madrid. He�d been out all night in the outskirts of town tracking down a set of ancient spell books that may have survived the Inquisition. He�d managed to find them concealed behind a false panel on the altar of a crumbling church. Giles was still trying to rebuild the council�s library, so even vague rumors of mystical books were ruthlessly investigated.
He headed to the front desk. He knew he looked grungy with his eye patch, and too long hair. And his clothes had gotten dusty from poking around the old church. The books were thankfully dust and grime free. They were now safely nestled in his backpack.
He was looking forward to taking a shower and going to bed. And he was seriously thinking about skipping the shower. Dawn mentioned sending him something, but she�d been cryptic about what. Xander had to wait at the counter for several minutes before the night clerk wandered back to the front desk from where-the-hell-ever. Xander was exhausted, and really didn�t want to deal with the language barrier. �Mensajes. Dos cero tres� he pieced together in his limited Spanish. He knew he was asking for messages, but he honestly couldn�t remember the word for packages.
Instead of a package as he�d expected, the clerk handed him one of those cardboard envelopes for an electronic room key. He opened it but all he found was a room key, no message, and in the space labeled Sitio/Rm was the number 143.
He was confused. He thought he�d said the right room number. He had his own room key, number 203. He reached back and confirmed that it was still in his back pocket. He shook his head, and tried to hand the other keycard back, but the clerk was insistent.
�S�, s�,� the kid repeated firmly. Then he said �Alejandro� he said pointing to the key, and then at Xander �Para Alejandro�.
Xander looked back at the key, trying to get his exhausted brain to figure out what the hell was going on. And then it clicked. 143� Spike.
Spike was here, and had figured out the inscription. Xander�s heart sped up, his exhaustion forgotten. Spike was here, and he had figured out the inscription. Spike had invited Xander in his hotel room after he�d figured out the inscription. Room 143. It couldn�t be a coincidence, could it?
He thanked the kid, and headed off toward the elevator. He was anxious and nervous, but above all, full of hope.
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He stood outside the door, suddenly nervous, unsure what to do. He wanted to knock, in case he�d misunderstood, he could just fall back into the supportive friend role. But Spike had given him the key, so he had obviously wanted Xander to come in.
�Screw it� he said, and slid the key into the lock. It took an eternity for the light to flash from red to green. He pulled the card out, opened the door, and went in. The door swung automatically shut behind him, closing with a snick.
�Took you long enough.� Spike said teasingly. He was standing well away from the door wearing only a pair of loose drawstring pants. Xander swore his heart skipped a beat.
�Apparently you were spending the extra time getting the honeymoon suite ready� Xander joked back. Every flat surface in the room had several fat white candles flickering merrily, and on one table sat a bottle of champagne chilling in a bucket.
Spikes jaw tightened, and his face fell a bit. �I thought��
Xander cut him off ��Right. You thought right,� He said reassuringly. �I spent the last few minutes in the hall hoping like hell I didn�t misunderstand. Please tell me I didn�t misunderstand.�
Spike held up his left hand. He�d moved the ring to his ring finger. �One�Four�Three� he said simply.
Xander�s bag dropped.
One was the number of seconds it took for them to be in each others arms.
Four was the number of seconds it took for them to frantically get all their clothes off.
Three was the number of times they bumped into furniture in their haste to get to the bed.
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They tumbled into bed, hands roaming ceaselessly. Lips met, tongues touched, then separated as they wandered off to caress and taste any bit of flesh they could find.
Xander rolled them over, so he was on top, cradling his hips between Spikes splayed legs. Both groaned as their sensitive flesh came into contact, grinding their hips together.
Xander felt his skin tighten, suddenly two sizes too small, making every touch like fire. Pre-come slick-smoothed the way as their cocks danced frantically. Slip up � press forward - slide back. Over and over again � tempo increasing deliciously as their need increased.
Xander wanted to slow down, savor this moment that he�d been too afraid to hope for, but he couldn�t hold on. Spike was licking and nipping at his face and neck, his hands cupping Xander�s ass tightly, pulling him closer even as he ground his hips up savagely.
Then their lips met again, crashing together, tongues wetly stroking. Both were moaning incoherently. Spike slid a hand up Xander�s back, threading his fingers through the dark hair, tightening his hand into a fist as he drew Xander�s head down even closer.
The passion and desperation in that act was too much for Xander. He spilled, bathing Spikes belly and cock in his release. The hot rush of cream baptizing Spikes cock triggered Spikes more tepid release, seemingly in endless spurts.
They both came down, still thrusting wetly, sensitive flesh twitching in pleasant aftershock. Kisses became more gentle, until Xander pulled away and rested his head on Spike�s shoulder.
�Mmmm� Xander said, bringing his hand up to stroke the hair at the nape of Spikes neck. �Love this. Love you� he murmured. His brain was getting muzzy. He tried to shake his head, to remain awake, but Spike was stroking his hair gently.
�Shh, love. Go to sleep. �m not going anywhere.� Gentle kiss placed on the top of his head.
�M�kay� was the only response before Xander�s breathing evened out, and he fell into a deep sleep.
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Xander woke lying on his side, with the cool sensation of Spikes tongue wetly tracing patterns on his back, and his hard cock gently grinding into the cleft of his ass.
�Thought you�d never wake up� Spike said playfully, nipping at his shoulder blade. He maneuvered Xander over onto his belly, placing a couple of pillows underneath Xander�s hips.
Spike knelt between Xander�s legs, and that sweet tongue returned, no longer tracing playful messages across his back, but sliding purposefully down the valley of his spine. When it reached the swell of his ass, Xander felt Spikes cool hands come into play, spreading him open. He heard a swift intake of breath as he spread his thighs slightly wider to give Spike more access. His cock, already at half mast from the tongue bath he�d awakened to, began to fill completely.
Using his knees, Spike gently nudged his thighs even further apart. Gently his thumbs stroked Xander�s sensitive crease. As the cool air of the room caressed his balls, Xander realized that sometime while he slept, Spike must have cleaned him off. The thought of Spike touching him so intimately while he slept made him even harder.
�So beautiful,� Spike murmured, one thumb moving to brush gently over Xander�s hole, pressing in slightly, then moving away. He repeated the gesture, alternating thumbs until Xander was thrusting his hips up in anticipation of the next contact. On Xander�s next up thrust, Spike kept his thumbs dancing on the edge of the sensitive flesh of Xander�s hole, pressing lightly. He stroked his tongue against the opening.
Xander tried to simultaneously open himself even more, and thrust up against the slick muscle that was gently bathing his anus. Spike would rasp his tongue against his opening while sliding his thumbs down to stroke his perineum and brush his sensitive balls.
It was maddening. As soon as Xander felt like he had processed one new sensation, Spike was moving on to stimulate him in another way. A cool pointed tongue probing, slipping gently in, morphed into a rough tongue just grazing the now twitching puckered flesh, replaced by a cool breeze of forced air. Finally, Xander was reduced to brokenly pleading �Please� over and over.
He never even heard the tube of lube snick open. He just felt a single slick finger gently breech him, slowly working back and forth.
�God, yes. More baby, please more� Xander thrust back, impaling himself on the invading digit. He rocked back and forth, loving the feeling of being stretched. A second finger joined the first, scissoring back and forth, opening him even wider. Every few strokes, Spike would brush against Xander�s sweet spot. Swift addition of a third finger, and Xander could barely speak.
�Ready for me, sweet?� Spikes voice was ragged. �Say yes. Please say yes. I need you, precious, need to be in you.�
�Yesssssss,� Xander hissed, nearly sobbing, �need you, too.�
Spikes fingers slid out, and he quickly slicked himself. He lined his cock up and pressed just the head in, trying to be gentle as he forced himself through the guardian ring of muscle. As soon as Xander felt Spike�s thick cock begin to breech him, he pushed up onto all fours, and thrust back as hard as he could, impaling himself fully. He felt his burning internal muscles rippling and clenching, trying to adjust to the size of Spike�s cock.
�Christ, yeah� Spike swore. He couldn�t hold back any longer, he gripped Xander�s hips hard, pulling him back and forth brutally, thrusting himself in and out with wild abandon. Xander swore he saw stars when Spike suddenly switched the angle of his thrusts, and was banging forcefully on his prostate. He barely felt one of Spikes hands leave his hip and gasped when the cool hand grasped his leaking cock, slip-sliding down the shaft, then back up, roughly dragging across the sensitive head, and back down again.
Their frenzied coupling intensified with Spikes grunts became peppered with breathless whispers, �Come on, sweet. Come for me. Want to feel you come, hot in my hand, clenching tight around me.�
The hand on Xander�s cock slid all the way down to the base, thumb rhythmically pressing slightly into the crease, while the rest of his fingers curled to cup Xander�s balls, alternately stroking and squeezing the tight sack gently. The sensation was too much, and Xander came. Spurt after spurt shot out soaking the pillows and sheets below him.
As soon as he felt Xander�s muscles clench and release tightly around his cock, Spike roared. He brought his hand back up to Xander�s hip, and savagely thrust in � once, twice, three times before his orgasm overwhelmed him and came pouring out, bathing Xander�s insides with his release.
Xander slumped on the bed, bringing Spike with him.
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Hours later, both were freshly washed, and housekeeping had re-sheeted the bed. Xander was lying nude on his belly, facing the TV, watching Scooby-doo. The sound was muted, because he�d tried watching it in Spanish, but that was just wrong.
Xander was relaxed for the first time in what felt like forever. Head pillowed on his arms, comfortably sore in all the right places. Every time he thought about the bruises that dotted his hips, he grinned and got half hard.
Spike was lying on the bed next to him, head propped up on one hand, idly doodling on his back with his other. When a commercial came on, Spike spoke �I never really answered your question. The one about marriage,� he paused for a moment, reflecting �I never did think about it. Before, I mean. It was like you said, just a picture, something that was expected of me. This is what I thought about, though, all the time, being warm.� He paused again, and said softly. �Being loved.�
Xander turned his head, to look at Spike. �That�s ok. I never told you that I knew that Faith was going to walk out on me. She never said anything, but I knew.
�I�d been thinking about you ever since Andrew said you were back. I knew we�d probably never have a shot, but I hoped. I honestly thought you�d pawn the ring, or give it to Dawn or something. The 1 4 3 was just�wishful thinking. Hoping things might eventually go my way for once. I was shocked to see you were wearing it. Mark and I had just broken up because I couldn�t get over thinking about you, and he knew it. I wanted to tell you so badly what it meant that night when you asked. It was like a sign that things might change into something more for us, but ��Xander broke off
�..it wasn�t time� Spike finished.
�So, how did you figure it out? The 1 4 3?� Xander asked, curiously
�You said it meant everything to you. One day, �bout 6 months after you left. �Bit made a comment about how similar you and I were.� He smiled �We�d both sent her the same birthday card.�
�The one with the guy, and the thing? Damn�it took me forever to find that.�
Spike chuckled ��s not the point,� and smacked Xander gently in the back of the head �Point is�it made me realize what meant everything to me.�
�So what brought you here, though?� Xander asked, hesitantly, as if he was afraid of the answer.
�Knew you were interested, just wasn�t sure I was.� Spike paused when Xander tensed, and kissed his hair. �Not really looking to get hurt again,� he admitted
�And now?�
Spike didn�t speak. He started doodling on Xander�s back again. Xander realized after a few minutes that Spike wasn�t randomly tracing patterns on his back; he was spelling something out, over and over. When he realized what he was writing, Xander smiled and counted� I (one) Love (four) You (three).
When Spike realized that Xander had gotten his message, he stopped writing and curled around Xander, wrapping his arm around him and resting his cheek on Xander�s shoulder. He answered �It�s worth the chance.�

The End
A/N: The origin of 1 4 3 (as far as I know) is from a guy I used to work with. I believe he had it engraved in his wedding ring and his kids used to write it in the pictures they would draw him. It drove me nuts because I could never get him to say what it meant. When I finally figured it out, I thought it an was so sweet, and such a guy thing (in a good way). I thought it would be something perfect for Xander, for a lot of reasons, but mostly because he wouldn�t want to jinx himself by putting his feelings into words.
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