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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
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Xander woke the next morning to the sound of bacon sizzling and the wonderful smells of a truly full breakfast, including all the fat and grease and not-good-for-you stuff. He got up and stretched, yawning, and looked at himself in his dresser’s mirror. He looked awful. He hadn't got much sleep last night, or any night for a while. Things had been… not treating him well. He grabbed his brush and was running it through his shaggy waves when inspiration struck. It may not be a dance night, but that was no reason not to look nice for their guest! He sprayed a walnut sized amount of mousse into his palm and worked it through his hair, sculpting the waves.
Xander looked himself over in the mirror and nodded. He went to his closet and took out a pale green striped shirt, buttoned it up, pulled on jeans, and stepped out of his room. The smells of a truly delicious breakfast hit him as soon as he opened the door, and he headed for the kitchen, hearing voices and loud, fun sounding-music.
“… bacon?”
“The club.” That was Ben. He could hear them over the music now.
“You just happen to have bacon at the club?”
Xander came into the kitchen and his stomach rumbled happily. “Hey Ben, this looks amazing!”
Ben was wearing an apron and cooking a truly scrumptious breakfast. Bacon, sausages, pancakes, hash browns, muffins and even fruit already cut up and looking delicious. “Thanks, Xander. I love cooking,. Keeps my mind busy,” he smiled wanly. Xander just nodded.
“Thanks for the bacon.” He said.
“I was just telling Spike it’s from the club.”
Xander reiterates Spikes question. “Why does the club have bacon?”
“Because of our bacon burger and bacon bits in recipes. We do run a restaurant out of the bar, — it’s part grill you know,” Ben said, smiling as he finished up the last of the sausages.
“Well, that’s good to know, should there be a coming of the zombie apocalypse,” Xander said, chuckling. He sat at the table. “Looks so good! Can we just dig in, or…?”
Ben sat down and so did Spike, Ben laughing. “No, dig in. I love seeing my food get eaten. I love feeding people, serving people… part of the demon I think.”
Spike nodded. “You’re drennar. You want peace, tranquility, and believe in service. Like the demon’s soul believes in it, whether you do or not.”
Ben nodded, put some food onto his plate and poured syrup here and there. “Yeah, I know. It’s weird, I feel like I’m a robot with hidden programming sometimes. Like I want to say no to Jehovah’s Witnesses when they come to the door, but I gotta say yes, no matter how in the middle of something I am,” he laughed and began to eat.
“You poor thing,” Spike lamented. “Next time, just open the door naked and don’t get dressed. They’ll leave on their own.” He chuckled, and the other two joined in.
Xander moaned, “Ben, this breakfast is really, really divine, I mean it. It’s huge. I can’t eat all of this, we’re going to have to save some for lunch and dinner. But it’s so frikkin' good!”
Ben laughed, “I’ve had a while to practice. Drennars live for a really, really long time.”
“But you are leaving your worship of Priape? I though drennars worshipped for their entire existence once they found a god or goddess or whatever,” Spike said, mouth full of sausage.
“No,” Ben said, smiling. “We only obey them forever. We worship in private, like a lot of your Christians that only go to church when they’re children then again when they’re dead. But they still live within the laws, tenets, and teachings of their religion. Same thing, we live in peace, usually in private worship these days — since an unageing priest will draw unwanted attention, unlike a long long time ago.”
Xander ate and thought about this. Way back when, if your priest didn’t age, you might think your god was showing your temple favour… or call him a witch and burn him at the stake. Yeah, he saw Ben’s need to worship in private and was glad that was enough for him.
“Say, wait a minute, how often do you have to go into the secret chamber and… uh… you know…” Xander blushed hotly, not sure what was coming over him.
Ben looked at him, “Every new moon. Once every new moon. You can do it more often, but if you don’t do it every new moon, the light inside the chamber will die out and the god will… go the way of all other forgotten gods. And then he'll need a serious summoning to reattach him to the temple and wake him up properly. Why?”
“Spike, it’s the last temple…”
“Xan, you can’t even stand anyone touching you, how can we-?” Spike was cut off.
“I can do it alone one month and you can do it alone one month. It just has to be an orgasm, right Ben?”
Ben looked from one to the other, hope shining in his eyes. His god would remain in his temple? He could come and pray? “Y-yes, essentially, there are other things he’d like you to do, but you can do that with boyfriends you bring over, whenever you get them. And you don’t have to tell them what it’s for, Priape just needs a simultaneous orgasm at the new moon.” He looked from one to the other, anxiously, nervously, hopefully.
Spike sighed and rubbed his nose, thinking. The new moon had just passed. He could easily go next month. If Xander was as up to this as he said he was, then he could go to the one after. It <i>was</i> just masturbation in an empty room, and it would make Ben so happy. Besides that, they’d end up with a patron god looking out for them and a patron god was something they could definitely use right now. “Don’t see why a temple should lose its god, especially over something as trivial as this. And Ben, you can come back any month and take over if you want, out of memory. We can easily disguise you, so don’t worry about ever having to stay away. You’re welcome, any time.”
Ben smiled a watery smile and sniffled. “Thank you, Spike.” He reached over, giving Spike a huge hug, then he twittered and gave one to Xander. “You two are both just… the most amazing couple I know, and I know you’re not a couple. You’re still amazing.” He looked at the ceiling and fanned his eyes, trying to dry tears before they fell over his face again. He didn’t want to start another day of crying. Finally he said, “Excuse me,” and ran to the bathroom to blow his nose and dry his eyes all over again.
Xander and Spike didn’t say anything, they just ate in uncomfortable silence until Ben came out of the bathroom. None of them spoke as Ben sat down. They finished their breakfasts without speaking, cutlery clanging about plates at they ate and their soft moans of appreciation for good food to only sounds.
Ben tried to smile in thanks to them and they smiled back, looking at his damp eyes.
At least we gave something for Ben to look forward to.
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