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It had been a bloody tough year, Spike decided. He’d come back to claim his boy, and had promptly been caught and effectively neutered by the lovely government that he paid his hard-earned tax dollars… Yeah, who was he kidding? Still there were demons who actually did pay taxes, all that, and still got caught up in this nonsense, poor suckers.
Of course, he wasn’t in much better position than these law-abiding demons; he was still chipped, and living cheek-in-jowl, almost, with the Slayer. His boy wouldn’t leave the Hellmouth or his friends, and was smart enough that ‘little accidents’ would be suspect. At least he had his boy, and they were living in Angelus’ mansion, with plenty of funds. His boy still wanted to work, and it kept him golden and sun-warmed, which made it acceptable to Spike. More, it kept him happy, which made him amenable to Spike’s suggestions, such as learning to fight.
He’d been officially appalled to find Xander had never been properly trained to fight. He had a name amongst the demons as the Slayer’s pet, which made him a target, and yet no one had done anything to help, because he wasn’t the Slayer. Oh, maybe the Watcher had done a bit, here and there, but Spike had taken over the duty with only a few lingering growls directed at the Englishman, and had fine-tuned his boy into a potent (for an unenhanced human) fighter. Since the Slayer’s own little boy had come off his drugs, Xander was now more than a match for her fair-haired boy. Not that he or Xander saw either of them much, with Buffy’s lingering disgust for them and the soldier’s natural aversion.
Hadn’t stopped her when it had come down to it, though…
~~~~~
Buffy was pacing, arguing for the necessity of retrieving Riley from wherever he’d been hidden, all the while avoiding the corner of the room Spike and Xander occupied. It had been over six months, and Xander was getting the feeling it was high school all over again, only this time he and Buffy had swapped places. Even Angel hadn’t given him and Spike so much grief. Warnings and vivid threats, maybe, but not anywhere near this much grief.
Willow and Tara were chatting quietly on the couch, going over some files Spike had retrieved for them. Despite Buffy’s belief his betrayal was real, Spike had only pretended to side with ADAM against the Scoobies, citing his need to be free of the chip so he could turn Xander, which had always been his plan. Except that it wasn’t: he had no plan to turn Xander, not least because he craved the heat his boy put out. If there were other reasons, they were so deeply guarded no one could tell what they might be. Still, it had gained information for the little bunch of Hellmouth guardians, which pleased Xander, and soothed the Watcher somewhat.
The current problem, aside from the soldier’s abrupt disappearance, was the apparent undefeatable nature of their opponent: hybrid human-demon physiology combined with a uranium power core made Spike shudder. A Slayer focussed only on the retrieval of her honey was almost cause for despair.
“Buffy, could you sit down?” Xander blurted out. “You’re giving me a headache.”
Buffy turned a filthy glare on her former friend. “I don’t even know why you’re here,” she sneered, “so if you just go, maybe your headache will go away.”
Xander surreptitiously gripped Spike’s arm. “I’m here because I want to help, and because it’s Giles’ house. You know, your Watcher? Besides, I’m at least as good a fighter as Riley, plus Spike will be on our side. And even if you’d rather do without two good fighters, I don’t particularly want ADAM on the loose, so here we are. And Angel’s only a couple of hours away, and will help if Spike asks him to, he’s already said that. Are you really going to do without all that help just because you hate the thought of me with Spike?”
“He’s a vampire,” Buffy hissed, stalking forward, “a soulless, evil creature. At least Angel had a soul.”
“Which he promptly lost,” Xander returned immediately. “At least you can be sure that won’t happen with Spike.”
“No,” Buffy shot back, “he’ll just turn you, and you’ll lose your soul.” Buffy shuddered. “Can’t you see that’s exactly why…”
“Not going to turn the boy,” Spike said quietly into the deathly silence. “I’d let him die rather.”
Giles straightened up from the book he’d been ostensibly studying. “Why is that? I would have thought turning Xander would be high on your agenda.”
Spike looked at the human who was now the centre of his unlife. “Demon that took his place wouldn’t be him, would it? Could get anything in his place. Sure, I could luck out and get something all fire and blood, but I could wind up with another Angelus, which I don’t want. Boy’s got enough darkness in him as it is; don’t need to add a demon.”
“As a do-gooder, I think I should be offended at that,” Xander murmured, nuzzling Spike’s cheek.
“Git,” Spike offered. He looked to his fellow countryman. “If I can’t be sure of what I’m getting, I’ll keep what I’ve got for as long as I have it.”
“Sweet,” Buffy offered sardonically. “Now, if I may interrupt our little love-in, we have a raving, homicidal maniac that’s not Spike about to tear this town apart, oh, and rule the Hellmouth!”
“And no way of killing him,” Xander reminded them. “I mean, who puts a uranium core into a demon … person … thing? Oh, that’s right, a college professor: our tax dollars at work.”
Buffy scoffed. “I suppose I could just rip it out.”
“Oh yeah,” Xander nodded enthusiastically. “‘Just wait here, ADAM, while I rip out your core.’”
“No, no,” Buffy smirked, “I’d just tell him I’m straightening his tie. Got to be tricky like that,” she added, nodding.
“True,” Xander nodded thoughtfully.
Willow, who had been watching the pair carefully, piped up. “Oh, I could do a spell: a uranium-core-removing spell!”
Giles smiled slightly, hoping the little side-track would help heal the young people’s friendship. “There is a paralysing spell,” he offered, “if that would help. Oh,” he added frowning, “except it’s in Sumerian.”
“See, Will,” Xander teased, “that’s what you get for taking French instead of Sumerian.”
“And you’d need to be within striking distance of the object,” Giles added.
“Ah,” Xander nodded, “so Buffy’s the sucker.”
“Hey!” Buffy yelped. “Spike’s the only sucker around here.”
“Truer than you know,” Spike leered, pressing into Xander, causing the human to yelp and blush.
“Besides, I’m not a witch,” Buffy added, rolling her eyes but otherwise ignoring the vampire.
“Point,” Xander mused. “So we need a Giles-Willow-Buffy to do the spell. Now where would we get one of those?” he asked, turning to Spike with a faux-serious expression.
“Plop ‘em in a blender and whip some’at up, why don’t you?” Spike grinned.
“Pour into a greased baking pan and pop into a moderate oven till they’re done?” Xander laughed.
“That’s it, pet: no more Food TV for you!” Spike threatened.
“Actually,” Giles murmured, moving towards the bookshelf.
“Wait,” Buffy began, “that actually meant something to you?”
“As a matter of fact, it did,” Giles frowned as he pulled out a book.
~~~~~
Standing guard in the room while the humans had done the spell had been hard. It had been boring and frustrating, not to mention scary: his boy had tied himself, hand, mind, heart and spirit, to the Slayer while she fought ADAM, and all he could do was pace, watch, and listen to the fight outside the door.
Once the fight was over, though, they were on their way out, and he, Xander and the Slayer were fighting as back-up to the fleeing humans. Spike and Buffy both made sure to keep Xander, their most vulnerable fighter simply because was a mere human, in the middle while they kept as many demons as possible away from their retreat. Once they were out, Giles and Willow had immediately thrown a tarpaulin over him to protect him from the sun, and Buffy had sprinted away with him bundled over her shoulder; ignominious, but safe.
They had all met back at Giles’ apartment, where Xander and Spike had both taken care to ensure the other’s well-being. This was observed with tolerance (Giles) amused affection (Willow and Tara) and a new understanding (Buffy.)
“So what now?” Buffy asked when the checking-over was finished.
Xander leaned into Spike’s embrace. “Movie night at my place?” he suggested with studied casualness.
Buffy looked at her … friend then smiled. “Sounds like a good idea. But I meant after that.”
“Taking my boy away from here,” Spike declared.
“Not forever,” Xander hastened to add, “just for the Summer. Of course, it’s the busiest season of the year for construction, but Spike’s suggested I get into the more custom aspects of carpentry, so I, uh, I quit construction,” he added in a rush.
Giles stiffened then nodded. “You do very nice work,” he smiled, waving to the bookcases lining one wall. “I’m sure you could do well making bespoke items.”
Xander smiled, relieved. “Yeah, well, Spike wants to take me on a mini-world tour thing. LA, to start with: got to have obnoxiously noisy sex in Angel’s office, after all,” he grinned.
Buffy rolled her eyes. “God, I swear you two take the cake.”
Xander nodded. “Take it, eat it, and burp really loudly afterwards!”
~~~~~
“Just go … wait in Angel’s apartment,” Cordy sniffed. “I do not want you two ‘love-birds’ hanging around, scaring the customers.”
“Hey,” Xander huffed, “I’ll have you know -”
“Right you are, pet,” Spike nodded, dragging Xander to the elevator.
“What are you doing?” Xander demanded once the doors had closed.
“Cheerleader sent us to the Poof’s apartment,” Spike smirked.
“And?” Xander prompted, puzzled.
“Where he has a bed,” Spike explained, watching as understanding dawned on his lover’s face. Understanding, and a beautifully wicked smirk.
“Right,” Xander purred, leaning in to kiss him hard. As soon as the door opened, he pushed the vampire out and guided him to the bedroom, shedding clothes all the way. By the time they hit the bed, Xander had Spike’s jeans half-way down his thighs, so he pushed his lover back onto the bed and dropped to his knees. Forgoing removing the rest of Spike’s clothes, he swallowed him down, causing the vampire to arch off the bed. Xander fell back, coughing harshly.
“Should know better than that,” Spike panted.
Xander cleared his throat. “Right: should have tied you down first.”
Spike’s eyes flashed gold, and he growled. “Maybe I should tie you down and remind you just what I can do.”
Xander leaned over the vampire, eyes black with want. “I don’t know,” he tried breathlessly, “you’re down there, and I’m up here; seems like I have all the power.”
Xander found himself flipped by almost before he’d finished the sentence, his pants promptly torn from his body, and his weeping cock inhaled. He gave a guttural cry, and buried one hand in the bleached hair and twisted the other in the fine cotton sheets. Mindlessly, he panted and whined , twisting under the relentless assault before crying out again, and arching up off the bed, coming so hard he saw stars.
“What was that about power, pet?” Spike taunted, once he was sure his human was alert enough to understand.
Xander chuckled. “Well, let’s see; who just got the mind-blowing blow-job? Oh, that’s right: me.”
Spike glared at Xander then laughed. “True enough. So you won’t mind if I just help myself to your body then, hmm…”
Xander moaned. “Please, help yourself. Just don’t ‘spect me to be good for much.”
“So it’s okay if I do this?” Spike asked, spreading Xander’s legs wide. Xander simply undulated lazily, leaving his legs splayed wantonly. Spike found the lube, and smeared some on his fingers; he locked eyes with Xander as he brushed his hole. “This fine, pet?” he asked huskily.
“God, yes,” Xander whispered, rocking his head back.
Spike pushed two fingers inside Xander’s grasping hole, and earned a wordless cry. Custom, and Xander’s sated relaxation allowed Spike to work quickly, opening Xander up enough to take him. To his delight, Xander was already beginning to recover his erection. He stroked in and found the prostrate, drawing a shuddering moan as Xander writhed, fucking himself on Spike’s hand.
“Enough,” Spike murmured, and slicked his cock before moving forward, running a hand along Xander’s thigh. Sure enough, it was enough of a trigger for Xander to wrap them high around Spike’s chest, and he slid firmly into his lover’s body, dropping his head on the broad chest.
“Thought we were going to have obnoxiously loud sex,” Xander smiled, running a hand through Spike’s ruffled hair.
“Well, sucking you off made a fair bit of noise,” Spike grinned.
“Point,” Xander nodded lazily.
“Though… Could see how noisy I can make you this time,” Spike mused.
Xander huffed, looking up through hooded eyes. “A challenge.”
Spike smirked, pulling out slowly before slamming straight back in, eliciting a choked-off groan. He repeated the move, again and again, until Xander grabbed at his biceps and dragged him closer, tightening his legs around Spike’s waist. He then pulled Spike’s head close for a hard kiss before flipping them in a practiced move.
“Right,” Xander panted, twisting into place. “Obnoxiously loud sex coming right up.” With that, he leaned forward and began to ride the vampire’s hard cock. The room filled up with harsh pants and rough groans. Spike ran his hands over the liquid heat of his boy’s magnificent body, and let himself make as much noise as he could, revelling likewise in the words pouring out of his human.
“Fuck, so good, Xan,” Spike panted. He groaned. “Love the heat of you, so bloody beautiful.”
“Can’t believe how good you feel inside me, Spike,” Xander ground out. “Fuck, can’t last, can’t…” He shouted out as he ground down onto Spike, the spasming of his hole dragging Spike, screaming, over the edge into his own orgasm. He was unprepared, but utterly unsurprised, when Xander fell forward onto him. Grinning, he wrapped his arms around his boy and shifted them on their sides before sliding carefully out of the limp body in is arms.
Spike was stroking Xander’s hair back from his face when he heard the door of the apartment open. Smirking, he craned his neck to watch for the intruder, and was rewarded with Angel’s appearance in the room, disgusted look on his face.
“Cordelia said she’d sent you here, but I rather thought you might have at least restrained yourself,” Angel muttered sourly.
Spike laughed freely, causing Xander to stir slightly and Angel’s regret at their presence to abate a little. “At what point could you seriously think that either me or the boy would restrain ourselves?”
Angel shook his head, and dropped down onto Spike’s side of the bed. “You have a point. And I might as well let you have this bed while you’re here. I’m going to have to get a new one as soon as you’re gone.”
“Jus’ have to christen the new one,” Xander mumbled into Spike’s shoulder.
“That we will, pet,” Spike chuckled, “that we will.”
Angel sighed then rose to walk away, making sure his smile stayed hidden until he was well out of the room. Strange though the relationship might be, and loathe he might be to admit it, he was glad he’d given Xander to Spike when he’d first come to Sunnydale. They were good for each other, if not so good for his sanity.
At least they weren’t staying in LA for long.
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