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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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Wednesday, 16 August 2000

6:13 am

Xander slowly inched his way out of bed, silently bemoaning his disappointment at not being able to linger and enjoy the almost too hot warmth the new blankets provided. Careful not to rouse a still sleeping Spike, he rose to his feet, wondering if Barney was going to chew him out for requesting a day off without any notice. Even though his head was now a little clearer, Xander knew he was still fairly narky from the previous night. With that in mind, Xander didn't want to have a hissy fit at work and right now, pretty much anything was guaranteed to set him off.

Sighing, he walked from the bedroom, padding barefoot across the soft carpeted main living space towards the phone. Underneath the phone hanging on the kitchen wall, Xander reached into one of the many drawers dotted throughout the small kitchen and pulled out a battered address book. Black book opened at 'B'; Xander immediately spotted Barney's number, just underneath Buffy's. Number punched into the phone, Xander ran a hand through his thick, unruly hair, patting down the sleep twisted tufts that he could feel standing to attention. As he waited for his boss to pick up on the other end, Xander yawned, his mind wandering in the direction of what to do about Spike, Riley and the rest of them.

Thanks to work, Xander was now the same muscular size as that cornfed prick, Riley, and his so called friends, but he definitely lacked the very vital hand to hand combat experience of the older men, which pretty much ruled out the direct attack route if and when they decided to come at Spike again. And as much as Xander was beyond angry with the two men who had given Spike a feel up in the carpark the night before, he knew that if it came down to a fight between him and even one of the ex-Initiative soldiers, it was a safe bet that he would be the one left unconscious on the ground. Sure, he might be able to thrown in a punch or two but up against years of specialised training, there wasn't much Xander would be able to do.

"Gonna have to be something else then... I just hope to God it doesn't come down to a face off. Hope the arseholes are just stirring Spike up... getting him all angsty and teary for the sheer hell of it." Xander frowned to himself as he realised he didn't even have any residual memories of garrotting people from his possession by the Soldier a few Halloween's before. He was jerked out of his musings by the sound of the phone picking up on the other end and turned his attention to trying to get a day off from work.

//Barneyherebetterbegood... mmmmm.// sighed a deep voice, dulled with sleep.

"Yeah, ahhhh... *hi Barney*. It's Xander."

//Oh... shit. What time is it? 6.18am... I don't get up until 6.25am which means I still have another four, no wait, five... no, that's not right either. Ugh, it's too early to think and you obviously have a death wish towakiwaking me this early.//

Xander chuckled at the thought of waking the burly foreman from a deep sleep, knowing all too well that Barney was all bark and no bite. Actually, in all the time Xander had worked for Barney, he had never seen Barney pull anyone into his office nor was there any interesting worksite scuttlebutt about Barney's temper or the lack of. Barney was as passive as a six foot six, 350 pound, Neanderthal body builder could be. "Oooohhh ahhhhhh... I'm so *scared*, I'm shaking in my boots. Anyhow, time you were up."

//Watch it Sonnyboy! Right, Harris, what's so urgent that it can't wait until I get to the site?// replied Barney, his words punctuated with yawns.

"Can't come in today, something's cropped up and I have to deal with it. Sorry?" Xander crossed his fingers. He was sure that Barney would give him the day off but it didn't hurt to play it safe.

//Personal or sick?// Was the older man's enquiry, the tone of his voice brightening as Barney started to wake fully.

"Do I get paid if it's personal?" Xander wasn't too sure how personal days worked in the building industry. So far he hadn't needed to ask for one, and every other place he had worked for didn't pay for time taken off unless it was accumulated holidays or a sick note from a doctor was provided.

//I'll put you down as sick, ok?//

"And my sick note?"

//Oh yeah, you went to the doctor and got one but unfortunately it got lost somewhere between offices. You know, hazards of a mobile workplace," laughed Barney, reassuring Xander that he would cover for if tif the pay chiefs from Head Office happened to ask about the missing note. "Yes, Mr Childes, Harris really was sick that day. Nope, not him, Harris would never fake sickie just to take care of personal things. Always rely on Harris for anything, good kid that one is."

"Oh thanks, Barney, I really appreciate this and I owe you one, ok?" Xander grinned as he thanked his boss, his face warming in both pleasure and embarrassment as he listened to Barney praise him in a roundabout way. Saying goodbye, Xander promised to buy the first round of drinks the next time he, Barney and the rest of their work team went out after work for a beer. He laughed when Barney told him that because Xander was the youngest, he would always buy the first round. The conversation ended with Xander telling Barney he would be at work the next day.

Hanging up, Xander heard a grunt behind him, a sure indication that Spike was up and awake. Xander's cock immediately began to harden at the sound of a soft cough and turning around, he saw a sleepily smiling Spike sitting on the arm of the couch, clad only in the black boxers that the vampire had come to favour. Idly wondering whether he would ever by able to get Spike into any colour, Xander crossed his arms and leaned against the wall, waiting for Spike to gesture at something or toddle back off to bed.

Spike looked at the youth standing beside the wall phone. He was teetering on the edge of another bout of nervousness as he wondered what was going to happen now that Xander knew who his attackers were. Yawning, Spike's smile broadened when Xander told him that he had the day off from work. Even though Spike already knew, having heard both sides of the conversation, he nodded at Xander. It had been the squeak of the kitchen drawer being pulled open that had wakenened Spike, but the sound of the phone being dialled and his own curiosity that had encouraged him to move from the bed. With Xander oblivious to his presence, Spike had sat himself down on the arm of the sofa and drowsily recalled the first time he had met Barney and the rest of Xander's workmates while he eavesdropped on the phone call.

It had been the second day after moving into the new apartment and Spike had been in the throes of a full blown panic attack at the thought of being left alone in unfamiliar surroundings while Xander went out and had fun with his friends. Spike had sobbed and whined from the moment Xander told him he was going out. Repeatedly writing to Xander not to leave him, which in the end only made Xander yell at him to 'stop his shit'. Spike had then tried to pretend Xander wasn't going out by putting away any clothing Xander had laid out to change into after his shower. After Spike had done it four times in a row, Spike even going so far as to wrestle the clothing from Xander's hands, Xander had resorted to slapping Spike around and promising to give him a a proper belting if Spike didn't cut it out. When the threats hadn't worked, Xander had tried a different tack; instead, Xander had tried to calm Spike down with soothing words and a few cuddles. Xander had sat with Spike, running his fingers through Spike's hair while Spike had tearfully choked down a mug of blood. Not even the offer to drop him off at Willow and Tara's dorm room or at Giles' for a few hours had managed to allay Spike's fears of Xander never returning. In the end, Xander had admitted defeat and relented, telling Spike that he could come, but just this once. Xander had dragged Spike down the stairs to the carpark, pinching and poking at him while warning Spike to just sit and do nothing while at the local bar.

It had ended up being a good night for Spike. He had done as Xander had demanded, sitting silently on the edge of the group, less than a foot behind Xander. Spike had been plied with free beer all night, something he had appreciated while listening to the general banter between Xander and the rest of the men. Even being passed off as Xander's 'not quite right' cousin, just down for a visit, hadn't been put much of a dampener on Spike's night. He hadn't been happy when everyone had looked at him with pity when Xander had blamed Spike's muteness on brain damage as a result of a car accident and Spike had been downright mortified to be taken under Barney's wing, the huge mountain of a man draping a heavy arm around Spike's shoulders and telling Spike that he had a soft spot for 'special' people. Still, as embarrassing as it had been whenever any of Xander's work friends had turned their attention to Spike, bellowing oh-so-slowly at the vampire because obviously Spike was both 'special' and deaf, Spike had been within touching distance of Xander and that had been the most important thing of all.

Smirking to himself as he recalled how much beer he had drunk that night, his smile died just as fast as it had appeared when he remembered being turned into a literal punching bag, Xander's rage exploding when Spike had tried to fool the boy into thinking he was upset after learning Xander was going out with his work mates again. Sure, Spike hadn't really been upset, instead, excited by the prospect of getting out of the house and hanging out with people other than Red, Mousegirl and The Watcher. Who cared if they treated him like a spastic? Unfortunately for Spike, a black eye and split lip only proved that Xander wasn't always easy to fool. With a glance up at Xander, Spike rubbed his stomach, indicating that he was hungry.

"Yeah, tell me about it." Xander's stomach rumbled, gurgling loudly enough to make both him and Spike start laughing. A glance at the clock told him it almost 6.30 and Xander wondered just what he was going to do on his day off. Catching Spike's eye as his stomach growled again, Xander just shook his head and laughed, obviously the first thing to do was fix some breakfast. Another glance at the clock on the wall over the phone and Xander decided that, since he was up early on his day off, he might as well go the whole hog and make bacon and eggs. After last night's revelations, Xander decided they both deserved a little treat; besides, it would be a good way to apologise to Spike for making him cry. Since he lived on either takeout, dinner at other people's houses or whatever Spike boiled up from a can, Xander rarely ventured into the kitchen to do any actual cooking, but every Sunday morning, he made a huge fry up of bacon and eggs for breakfast and, depending on the state of finances, a deep bowl of fried sun-dried tomatoes, onion, mushrooms and a side plate of french toast. All in all, good greasy heart attack material; something that Xander knew he would probably regret in his later years. With Spike watching from his usual perch on the kitchen bench as Xander cooked everything, it was something that had fast become a household custom.

"Ok, bacon and eggs? Want a mug of your usual as well or will just a cholesterol sandwich do you? Both. Okay then, blood coming right up. Sit and watch the master at work, heh-heh." Xander continued to smile at the yawning vampire, a little flutter of possessiveness spiralling through him at Spike's wide grin and nod.

Spike nodded eagerly even as he yawned. He was still feeling tired and emotionally drained from the events of the night before, but he was surprised how calm Xander was this morning. Spike could smell the residual anger on Xander, but nowhere near the intensity of last night so he tried to ignore it, knowing it was more important to smile and comply with whatever Xander wanted than to stress himself out by worrying if and when Xander's temper was going to explode again. Following Xander into the kitchen, Spike hopped up on the chipped and stained formica bench, watching Xander as the youth rummaged through the bottom of the fridge. Spike gave a high-pitched yip of 'yes', when Xander asked if Spike wanted to have his blood while Xander cooked the fry up.

A low pitch grunt would have meant 'no'. The meaning of the two sounds had been worked out almost immediately after it had been somewhat accepted by all that Spike was permanently devoid of being able to communicate in an intelligible spoken language. Much like the two toned cough that Spike had eventually substituted for Xander's name. The two witches sometimes got the different sounds mixed up, especially when they were distracted, but on the whole, they were pretty good about making a decent show of 'listening' to Spike. 'Gra-graa' was for Tara while a short, barked 'grrrud' usually caught Red's attention. A half clearing of his throat, half cough indicated Giles' name; the sound of phegm tickling the back of Spike's throat every time the vampire said Giles' name always made the ex-Watcher frown. Something that never ceased to bring a bittersweet grin to Spike's face; the vampire pleased that he could still annoy the older human but regretting that it was the only thing he did now that made Giles acknowledge his presence. Even though Giles would always make sure Spike had enough blood and gossip magazines to keep him occupied through Scooby meetings,he had made it patently clear that he was more than happy to ignore Spike. The chief Arsehole Inc. member himself, Riley, and Buffy followed Giles' lead, however, Riley never missed an opportunity to glare at Spike whenever he though no one was looking. As a consequence, Spike flat out refused to even try and think of a decent sound for Riley's name and he only ever referred to Buffy by sticking his fingers down his throat and miming the act of being sick. Sure, Xander would always warn him not to do it again and without fail, Spike got a slap across the head for his efforts, but it was never a *hard* slap and, after a while, they were barely even half-hearted token slaps.

Hearing the hiss of bacon as Xander gently laid the strips along the bottom of the frypan, Spike licked his lips as the smell of hot butter and onions hit his senses. Spike watched intently as Xander cracked egg after egg until six were in a jug before pouring in a little milk and beating the mixture with a fork, breathing in the aroma of just browning bacon and onion. He uttered a small whine when Xander threw the mushrooms and sun dried tomatoes into the pan, the delicious aroma tickling his nose. Spike gave Xander a lopsided smile as he was handed a mug of blood, sipping it slowly when Xander turned his attention back to the sizzling breakfast.

Xander gave the eggs another quick stir before setting the jug down on the bench beside the stove and turned the bacon rashers over, grinning when the bacon fat spat and popped as he pressed them against the hot surface of the fry pan. He flipped the bacon onto a plate, making sure to push the mushrooms, onions and tomatoes to one end of the frypan before pouring the eggs in. Xander tilted the pan to one side, keeping the runny eggs from mixing with the rest of the frypan's contents. Once the eggs had started to set, he carefully rested the pan back on the heat, scraping the edges of the cooking egg away from the browning onions, mushrooms and tomatoes.

"Oooohhhhh... ahhhh, hot!" Xander gathered up one of the bacon rashers, holding it in between two fingers as he headed towards Spike, crossing the kitchen in quick steps. "Hothothothot... here, quick... it's all yours!"

Xander fed the strip to Spike, holding the hot greasy rasher to the vampire's mouth. His cock hardened as he pushed the bacon into Spike's mouth. Swelling to full hardness as Spike slowly sucked the bacon grease from his fingers, Xander leered, knowing full well that Spike was able to scent his arousal. When Spike had given his fingers one last lick, Xander stepped back a pace, allowing the bleached blond to leap to his feet. His breath quickened as Spike licked his lips in a gesture bordering on the obscene and slid to his knees just in front of Xander. He closed his eyes as he felt the coolness of Spike's hand cupping his tenting boxers. Xander moaned as his boxers were pulled over his hips and down to his knees, all the while gentle brushes of air were blown over the tip of his overly sensitive cock. Placing his hands on the soft hair and widening his stance, Xander bit his bottom lip as the head of his cock was introduced to a wet mouth. He swore, instinctively thrusting upwards at the touch of a tentative tongue around the underside of his penis.

Spike let the head of Xander's cock slide from his mouth, slowly running his tongue from tip to base in long. slow sweeps, eliciting deep moans from the panting youth. As Xander's fingers stroked through his hair, Spike took the cock deep into his mouth once more, bracing himself by wrapping one arm around Xander's muscular thigh. With his free hand, he reached up and stroked the heavily haired ball sac, tweaking the hair every so often. Swirling his tongue along the underside of the hard and hot flesh, Spike relaxed his throat muscles, and in one fast gulp, he took the shaft deep into his throat. Nose nestled in a thick patch of wiry black hair, he waited for Xander to take control.

As he did almost every time, Xander clenched his fists, his hands full of the soft, bleached hair. Tightening his grip even more, prompting a whine from Spike, Xander furiously pumped in and out of Spike's mouth, grinding his groin into Spike's chin. "Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck..."

~Jesus, steady on, pet. Any harder an' I'm gonna get whiplash! ~

Listening to the steady stream of cursing, Spike held his head as still as possible, all the while continuing to play with Xander's balls. Able to scent the increase of testosterone pouring out of Xander, Spike knew it was only a matter of mere seconds before he would be swallowing the usual morning offering. Suddenly, as he gave Xander's scrotum a hard tug, Spike found his mouth was full of warm, salty liquid. Like the good boy he was, Spike automatically swallowed as the foul tasting cum trickling down the back of his throat.

"Oh...*fuck! * Like always Spike, that was great." Shoulder's sagging as he finished cumming, Xander pulled himself from Spike's mouth. Eyes open, he grinned down at the still kneeling vampire and,taking his cock in one hand, Xander brushed his limp penis across Spike's lips.

"Ohhhhyeah, like that, yeah... just like that."

Slowly, Spike licked the remnants of cum from the tip of Xander's cock. Like always, Spike wrinkled his nose at the aroma of human cum, although, after being subjected to the stench on such a regular basis, Spike really only did it out of habit. Never in his life would he have though he would become accustomed to the smell of Xander's semen but as Spike had found out, you can get used to almost anything in the end. Spike sighed almost silently as he pulled up Xander's boxers, tucking the boy's flaccid cock back into the confines of the cheap cotton underwear. Could be worse, Spike reasoned to himself, could always be f'n well worse.

~ 'Specially when you got no other bloody choice. ~

Xander helped Spike to his feet, chewing his lip for a moment before resting a tentative hand on the vampire's boxer clad buttocks as Spike brushed past him, the gesture causing Spike to freeze midstep on the way back to the kitchen bench. The youth ignored the smell of the frying mushrooms and tomatoes as they started to burn; instead, taking a deep breath to fuel his confidence as he took a step closer to Spike and moulded himself against the cool, muscled back. He ground his crotch against Spike's backside, feeling the tension in the pale body as Spike stood stiffly, the vampire rigidly facing the wall opposite them. Xander stroked the demon's nape, twisting soft tufts of bleached hair as he slid his other arm around Spike's waist and drew Spike closer. "I-... I, uhh, want to... you know... ummm, I want to do you. *Claim* you. Properly. Tonight. I'm not gonna hurt you..."

Feeling Spike shudder at his words, Xander ploughed ahead, hoping that he wasn't about to trigger another of Spike's panic attacks. "I know what they did to you... I know how they... *hurt* you but... but I'm not gonna do *that*. I'm gonna Claim you and everything is gonna be all right, ok? It's gonna be a good thing... I... I'll make it good. *We* will make it good."

"Shhhh... shhhh. Spike, don't... come on, please don't cry?" Xander asked, the tone of his voice unconsciously pleading with the vampire to believe his every word. "It'll be fun, you'll see?"

"Spike, I promise... *promise* you that I won't ever hurt you like they did. Not now, not ever." As his words tapered off into a whisper, Xander brushed his lips across the white expanse of Spike's nape. When Spike didn't pull away from him, Xander surprised himself by twisting his head and dropping a firmer kiss just alongside Spike's right ear. As he wondered if he had done the wrong thing, somehow overstepped some sort of boundary between them, Xander couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when the vampire suddenly relaxed into his arms. Xander hugged Spike to his front with both arms wrapped tightly around Spike's waist, nestling his face in the bleached hair while he breathed in the all too familiar stink of charcoal mushrooms and tomatoes. "Just trust me, Spike."

~Not like I have a soddin' choice is it, mate? I d... don't wanna do *that*. Not with you, not with anyone but I hafta, do? Yo? You ain't gonna take no for an answer, are ya? Nah... you wouldn't. Jus' give me a right royal beltin' if I even dared told ya to take it easy on me arse. I'm so fuckin' stupid... you keep tellin' me I am and I jus' keep on provin' you right, don't I?~

Spike nodded at Xander's words, complying as Xander once again manhandled him into some sort of weird semblance of comfort. As startled as he was when he felt Xander kiss him, Spike felt a small smile creep across his face when Xander kissed the top of Spike's left ear, a quick touch of a warm tongue along his lobe. Maybe Xander would be gentle with him. Maybe he wouldn't scream, cry and bleed as he had when Angelus had taken him for the first time and for the next month afterwards. Maybe he should trust Xander when the boy said together, they would make it good. Enjoyable even.

~Then again, all I hafta do is jus' lie there. Slap a bloody grin on me face and all's well again. Hafta trust you though, mate. I'm so *retarded* that I hafta believe you... it'll be all right. ~

Savouring the heat of the younger man, Spike wondered if now was a good time to tell Xander that he had to first break the claim the unnamed soldier had unwittingly thrust upon him when Spike had been subjected to 'question mark' pissing *in* him. It hadn't actually the been the act of having the arsehole empty his bladder inside of Spike that had caused Spike to become officially an Adored to the ex-soldier's Claimant. When 'question mark' had wiped at the warm trail of urine trickling down Spike's thigh and rubbed it into Spike's face, at the precise moment the piss had come into contact with Spike's vampiric facial ridges, all Spike's instincts had acknowledged that he had been Claimed as an Adored by the unnamed ex-soldier. Ninety-nine percent of Claims were done through cum but there was always the odd one or two where urine had been the preferred choice of the Claimant. As far as Spike knew, when a Claim was established, urine was just as potent as cum. No matter how many times Xander would fuck Spike, cum on him or, god forbid, piss on him, Spike would still belong to the other man until five years had passed without the Claiming being re-established.

It was just part of the reason why Spike didn't like to go out alone. Spike was convinced that if Riley and cohorts knew that a Claim had been established by one of their group, however inadvertently, they would have an on-call whore to attend to their every need. They would just have to click their fingers and Spike would virtually jump to their every command. Or at least that's what Spike thought would happen if the Claim was ever tested by the unnamed ex-soldier. Spike had never heard of a human/vampire Claim pair and didn't know if all the usual rules of a Claimant/ Adored relationship applied.

~I don't f'n well wanna know either. Jus' best if I keep outta the cunt's way and stick to bein' around me boy. Safer that way. Have to keep tellin' meself I'm always gonna be safer with Xander. ~

The night before, Spike had been terrified that he wouldn't have been able to resist if they had grabbed him again. Taken him somewhere for one last round of 'arse up'. Spike was only all too aware that, with the chip, he wouldn't have been able to put up much of a struggle, but he couldn't help wondering if he would have felt compelled to go along with their demands due to the Claim that had been forced upon him.

Emitting a long, ragged sigh, Spike nodded his head a little harder as Xander asked Spike to grab a seat while Xander tried to rescue what was left of their burnt breakfast. Not that Spike was hungry anymore. His appetite had flown into the wild blue yonder as soon as Xander had told Spike what he was to expect later that night. Slouching off towards the kitchen counter again, Spike's stomach clenched as his mind flashed him a memory of what had been done to him in the crypt over a year ago.

~I'll tell the boy after breakfast. Never as cranky when he's full. Jus' hope he doesn't kill me for keepin' this from him. ~
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