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Xander ran home, his breath rasping in his throat, burning his lungs. He just knew he had to find Mina and quickly, too. In her state of mind there was no telling what she’d do. But she had the car and all he had were his legs. He would have liked to call Buffy but, at this time of night, she was on patrol and Dawn was too young to drive.
He paused and bent over, panting from the effort of running, and tried to think. He’d call Willow. She could get to the apartment before him and try to calm Mina down. She had a spare key; he’d given it to her soon after she started helping Mina get her girly legs. The two women had become surprisingly close and Willow dropped in often just to chat.
He pulled out his cellphone and dialed Buffy’s home number, praying that Willow be home. The phone was picked up on the second ring. “Hello. Summers residence. How can I--?”
“‘Dawn? It’s Xander. Is Willow there? I really need to talk to her.”
“Xander? What’s up? You sound kinda breathless. You and Mina doing the hot, sweaty, naked thang?” Dawn teased.
“Dawn! That’s none of your nessness and I really need to talk to Willow.”
“Okay. Geez, grouchy much?” She pulled the phone away from her mouth and he heard her call in another direction. “Willow! Xander’s on the phone! He wants to talk to you!” There was a short pause and then she spoke into the phone again. “She’ll be with you in a sec. I think she’s researching a new spell or something.”
“Great. I’ll wait.” He continued walking towards his apartment as he spoke, casting his eye carefully around his surroundings. It paid to be on the alert in Sunnydale and he silently thanked his own foresight in keeping stakes in his back pockets.
“Xander? Hey, what’s going on? Dawn made it sound urgent.”
“Willow, you have to get the car and drive to my place. Mina and I had a, um, misunderstanding earlier tonight and she took the car and drove off. I’m afraid she might do something crazy.”
Willow was immediately concerned, as much for the vampire as her best friend. “A misunderstanding? What about? Did you two fight?”
“We didn’t fight. It was--well, I ran into Anya.”
“Anya! Oh no, did she see Mina?”
“Yeah, but that wasn’t the problem. Anya was being Anya, getting all upset because I was shopping at her favorite place. Then she started crying and the next thing I knew I was holding her and she was kissing me--”
The redhead gasped, obviously shocked at her best friend’s actions. “You kissed Anya!? How could you?”
“I didn’t mean to! I told you, she kissed me! I didn’t mean to kiss her back but Mina came in and saw us doing the liplock.”
There was a short silence. “Oh. OH! I see. Mina must have been so upset.”
“Understatement of the year. She just jetted in the car and I’m betting it’s not to have a good cry. You’ve got to get to the apartment.”
“Gotcha. I’m on the way.” Her voice softened in sympathy. “I’m so sorry this happened, Xander.”
“Yeah, me too. On the up side, we don’t have to worry about telling Anya about the two of us any more.” He clicked off the phone and sighed, resuming his jogging towards his home. Everything was under control. Willow would talk to Mina and everything would be okay again.
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Anyanka had waited until Xander was out of sight before teleporting to the apartment. She wanted to learn who this mysterious female was who’d apparently stolen Xander from her. She hadn’t heard anything about another woman but, from the looks of things back at the Rite-Aid, things were very serious between the two of them.
It was so unfair! Xander had hurt her and he wasn’t suffering the tiniest bit. Anyanka had passed up the opportunity last year to get Spike to curse him and look how he repaid her. That’s what happened when you fell in love; your ability to do business always suffered. She was the Vengeance demon all the others had worshipped and look at her now.
Here she was, wallowing in self-pity over a man who wasn’t worth shit, who’d abandoned her, trampled her heart in the dirt, humiliated her in front of her ex-boss and all her friends and had the nerve to take up with another woman as if she’d meant nothing to him! Well, she’d find a way to make him pay…and there was one heartbroken fake blond who appeared to be the perfect candidate for a vengeance wish.
She snooped around the apartment, sniffing for some clue about this woman. There were new clothes in the bedroom closet and, boy, didn’t this new squeeze have cheap tastes. Low-cut dresses of every style and color, skirts slit up to the ying yang, shoes and boots with do-me heels--it seemed Alexander Lavelle Harris had taken up with a real slut.
She rifled through the photo album. There were a few new pictures of Xander with his latest honey, all taken at night for some reason. Only a few photos, huh? Maybe he hasn’t been with her as long as I thought.
But all those articles of apparel indicated this female was in for the long haul and Xander had run after her without a second thought earlier this evening. Anyanka slammed the album shut and hurriedly replaced it on the shelf as she heard footsteps approaching the front door. She teleported out of the living room into the kitchen and held her breath, listening for the other woman.
Sometimes she didn’t need to do the old song-and-dance in which she pretended to be an ordinary human female with a sympathetic ear. Anyanka had many tricks up her sleeve and one of her abilities was to remain invisible until the moment her victim made their wish. She would just wait for the irate, grief-stricken female to express her desire out loud and bam! One nasty vengeance wish would be granted. All she had to do was bide her time.
The woman flung open the door and stormed into the room. Anyanka winced as the doorknob caromed off the opposite wall and then listened in glee as the woman sagged to the couch sobbing. There was pain here, real suffering, and her demon soul warmed to the sound.
However, after a moment, her own heart ached in sympathy. This woman really seemed attached to Xander, judging by the broken moans and half-mumbled words spilling from her mouth. Was it possible that she and Xander were really in love? What right did Anyanka have to ruin it simply because the man didn’t love her any longer?
The next moment she hardened her heart. She didn’t give a Grel Beast’s turd if this creature loved Xander; she was furious that Xander might love her in return.
But that’s not why she was here lurking in the apartment, no sir. She was a Vengeance demon and this was a woman scorned in love. What did it matter if this bitch didn’t have a legitimate grievance against Xander and that Anyanka was in fact the other woman? She had a job to do, didn’t she? She re-focused her attention on the slut’s ramblings.
But, wait, the woman was going on about dealing with humans and hating their treachery. Had Xander somehow gotten involved with another demon? Geez, the man really was a demon magnet.
And what was that about Drusilla? Anyanka strained her ears to listen as the tacky dresser ranted on and on in a somehow familiar English accent about the crazy brunette vampire. In her earlier stint as a Vengeance demon, Anyanka had heard a lot about the mad seeress even if they’d never crossed paths. Just what did she have to do with this woman?
There was nothing but sniffled sobs for a few moments and Anyanka tried to figure out what was happening next. Hearing a door open, she started forward. Was the woman leaving? A quick peek revealed that she was standing in front of the closet door and staring at a varsity letter jacket hanging off a peg.
Xander had never belonged to any team that Anyanka knew of other than the old Sunnydale High School swim team and that had been exploded into rubble years ago. If this jacket was from that time, she would have seen it when she was still his girlfriend. Whose jacket was it and what was it doing here?
The woman pulled it from the hook, snatched up her keys and muttered something about getting her wedding tackle back. Anyanka stood frozen in shock as the door slammed shut again leaving her alone in the apartment.
Wedding tackle? Was Xander going to marry this, this, creature?!? Why hadn’t she known? Why hadn’t any of the others said anything to her?
Oh, right. They were Xander’s friends not hers. Damn Xander, the witch, the Slayer, even Dawn--they were all against her. She clenched her fists until her nails dug into the flesh. She was drawing blood but she didn’t give a flaming fuck. If she could do it, she would level such retribution against the lot of them, there wouldn’t be a house left standing.
Her wrinkles flashed back and forth and flames darted in her pale eyes. If D’Hoffryn could have seen Anyanka now, he would have been proud. She growled deep in her throat, a threatening, vibrant sound that echoed around the space.
It was too bad Xander wasn’t within reach; otherwise, she’d choke the life out of him. Contrary to what the others believed, her powers didn’t lie entirely in the wishing. She was perfectly capable of physical violence when she had to use it.
She struggled to get herself under control. An angry Vengeance demon was a sloppy demon. She needed to let her anger inform her vengeance not take it over. What was it D’Hoffryn had always told her? Never go for the kill when you could go for the pain.
She didn’t know what that other woman was up to but she still fairly reeked of bitterness, sorrow and disappointment. Anyanka would have no difficulty tracking her. Taking a deep breath to settle herself, she disappeared from the room and set out on the trail.
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Xander burst into his apartment. “Mina! Mina! Are-are you here? We need to talk.” He darted around the space, looking into the little room he’d converted for the vampire’s use and then stalked to the bedroom. “Mina?”
Willow came out of the bedroom, an unhappy expression shining from her green eyes. “Xander, I’m sorry. I got here as quick as I could but she wasn’t here.”
“Oh god.” He staggered blindly to the couch and sank into it, burying his head in his hands, running his fingers agitatedly through his hair.
“It’s okay. I’ve got an idea. I was just going to try it when you came in. Do you have a map of Sunnydale somewhere?”
“Huh? Oh yeah, in one of my dresser drawers,” he gestured listlessly. He watched without interest as she returned to the bedroom and came back with the map.
“Okay, I’m gonna cast a locator spell and we can see where she’s gone. Hopefully we can catch up to her before she does anything too wacky.” Willow paused while she consid hed her last statement. “W-what exactly do you think she’d do?”
“I’m not sure. The apartment hasn’t been trashed so she hasn’t taken her feelings out on the furniture. So she could be up for anything. She could have gone out looking for demon ass to kick or decided to cheat some humans at pool or get roaring drunk.” He shrugged his shoulders helplessly.
The wiccan puttered on the floor as she mixed the potion she needed for the spell. “We should remember that this is Spike under the boobs and he’s never taken rejection well.”
“Right. Except that I’m not being chained to a wall while she tries to get me to admit overwhelming love. So that’s a plus. I think,” Xander added.
Willow began chanting softly, waving her hand over the spread-out diagram. A bright light appeared, moving swiftly in the direction of a very familiar cemetery. “Xander, I’ve got her!”
He scrambled off the couch and knelt beside the wiccan. “Where? Where is she?” He noted the direction of the light and frowned. “I know that place. That’s--”
“--the cemetery where Spike’s crypt is. Why would Mina be going back there?”
The brunette Scooby rocked back on his heels. He could get Mina wanting to go someplace known and comforting to her; the crypt had been the demon’s home for a very long time. But it had been taken over by Clem ever since the vampire had left last summer and she’d never returned to it so far as Xander knew.
What could she be going there for now? Sympathy? A shoulder to cry on? Sex? That was a hideous thought and Xander forced down a mental gag.
He stood up and began pacing. Willow stared at him worriedly. She was sure more had happened tonight than Xander and Anya kissing. But her friend wasn’t willing to share just yet and she could respect that. She didn’t have to like it, though. She sighed and then noticed the closet door hanging open. “Xander, did Mina take something with her when she left?”
“What? How should I know?”
She pointed to the wardrobe. “Nothing else in the apartment looks like it’s been touched but that door is open.”
Xander ran to the closet door and pulled it farther open. He’d left it in plain sight; its absence was easy to spot now that he was looking. “Oh shit. The jacket. It’s gone.”
“The jacket? R.J.’s jacket? You think she’s gonna--?”
“I think and I know. C’mon, Wills. We’ve got to get to her before get gets to the crypt!” Xander pelted out of the apartment with Willow right on his heels.
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Mina stood in front of her old crypt. She’d been there for several minutes, stalking back and forth, clutching the jacket in her hands as she considered her options.
Clem was in there and part of her yearned to talk this out with him, to see his ugly, wrinkled face again and pour out her woes. If there were ever a true demon friend, it would be Clem. Clem might laugh a bit at her being a bird but he’d be genuinely glad to see her again.
The vampire growled and her face shifted for the umpteenth time. Sod it all, she was thinking of herself as a bird again! “I’m Spike! The fucking Big Bad! Screw being a bint!” Then she sniffled and held the jacket up to her nose, inhaling the faint odor of Xander Harris from its enchanted threads.
Anyanka gaped from her hiding place. This was Spike? How the hell had he become a girl? It must have something to do with that jacket he was holding in such a death grip. It had to be important otherwise the vampire wouldn’t cling so tightly to it.
Anyanka’s eyes narrowed as she at last realized where she’d seen it before. It was R.J.’s letter jacket. But why had it been in Xander’s apartment and what was the bloodsucker planning on doing with it?
So far the vampire had been too wrapped up in his own drama and pain to notice her presence. But that might change at any moment. Anyanka shimmered out and teleported a bit farther away but she kept her ears open. Spike or no Spike, he was a she now and ripe for the vengeance. Why didn’t he just hurry up and make a damned wish already?
Then she heard a familiar voice calling and she swore in several languages as Xander came pelting into the open. “Mina! Mina! Wait!”
“Sod off, whelp!” Mina stepped back and held up her lighter. “Come one step closer and this stinkin’ rag goes up in flames!”
The brunette Scooby stumbled to a halt and held up his hands in a placating gesture. “Mina, I know you’re upset right now…”
“It’s Spike, mate, and don’t you forget it,” the vampire growled from behind gritted fangs.
“O-okay. Look, I know what you saw but it wasn’t what you think. Like I said, Anya was kissing me. I didn’t have anything to do with it.”
“And what? You couldn’t push her away? Tell her you’d found someone else? Don’t give me that crap, Xander. Even I didn’t use that shitty excuse and I slept with her. Remember?” Mina flung that at him and was gratified to see a wounded expression flit over the brunette’s face.
However, Xander ignored the taunt and edged forward, stopping only when the blond held up the lighter threateningly. “I know why you did that, Mi--Spike. Anya told me. It was just solace. It’s what she was angling for in the store and I couldn’t just reject her. I’m not a soulless monster, you know.” He couldn’t resist the urge to take a dig at the vamp and this time it was Mina’s turn to flinch.
“How do I know that, eh? How do I know it was just a harmless fling your part? You and her got history, whelp. You were gonna marry her, for fuck’s sake! Am I supposed to believe it was just an innocent little peck and nothing else?”
“Yes! I cared for Anya once; I won’t deny that. But we’re so over. I don’t care about her that way any more. She’s back on the vengeance train and was just using me to feel better--like she used you.”
“People are always doing that with me…using me to make ‘em feel and then kicking me to the curb once they’re finished,” Mina muttered. God, she was sick of being love’s bitch. She gave her heart like the romantic fool she was and had it ripped into little pieces each and every time. Why couldn’t the Slayer or the donut boy simply stake her and put her out of this misery?
Xander couldn’t bear to see the anguish on the demon’s face. He stepped closer as the woman’s arms sagged, the jacket trailing in the graveyard dust, the lighter momentarily forgotten. “Mina, I know I’ve hurt you tonight and it wasn’t just at the Rite-Aid. I want you to know…”
Anyanka couldn’t take it another second. She knew what was coming and could see all her plans going up in smoke. Here was her chance to prove to D’Hoffryn and those other demons cheering at her downfall that she was still at the top of her game and the opportunity was vanishing before her eyes!
She wasn’t going to lose this chance. She was going to have her vengeance on one Alexander Harris if it was the last thing she ever did.
She resumed her human appearance and ran at the startled Scooby, flinging her arms around him. “Xander, why did you disappear so fast and what are you doing here? I went to the apartment but you were gone.”
“Anya? What are you doing here?” Xander tried to disentangle himself from Anyanka but she was bringing all demonic strength to bear and he couldn’t get loose from her octopus-like grip.
“Getting my directions wrong, it seems.” She glanced around at her surroundings and shrugged. “I’ve never had sex in a graveyard--not with a human at any rate--but I can be flexible.” She blinked, as if noticing the peroxided female with him for the first time. “Hello. Do I know you? I’m Xander’s girlfriend.”
Xander spluttered in shock. “M-my WHAT? Don’t listen to her, Mina! She’s lying!”
“Doesn’t look like it from here.” The vampire could smell the sex scent on Anya. It was lacking on Xander but wouldn’t be for long judging by the way she was rubbing against him. Xander didn’t seem all that eager to be with Anya but then he wasn’t trying too hard to get away from her either.
“Mina, think! She saw you at the Rite-Aid earlier; that’s why she’s here. She’s trying to break us up!” Dammit, Anya wasn’t letting go and Xander gave up in frustration at his inability to break her hold.
“That’s not true! Xander, you said you wanted to have makeup sex only this, this, female interrupted us. Now you think you can have your cake and eat it, too. Well, I guess I wouldn’t mind a threesome but she’s got to understand that you’re my man,” Anya chirped. She had to maintain her cool. If she threw a jealous hissy fit, Spike would guess that her hold on Xander wasn’t as strong as she pretended and the jig would be up.
Mina’s eyes held a telltale shine and she held up the lighter to the jacket again. “Shit, I knew it. Maybe you like to share, Harris, but I’m a one-woman, man, vampire.” Mina frowned as Anya sniggered at her slip.
“You’re doing vampires now, Xander? Wow, that’s pretty kinky--for you, I guess. I suppose after me normal human women don’t have enough stamina for you.” She giggled at Xander’s embarrassed look and Spike’s furious expression.
“Laugh it up, chippie. Xander’s more man than you could handle,” the vampire taunted.
“Uh huh. That’s why he was kissing me back at that store. Maybe he was more man than you could handle,” Anyanka purred. Her eyes gleamed as the agony flared in Spike’s eyes again.
“Okay, that’s enough, you two!” Xander managed to wriggle away as Anya’s attention flagged and her grip slackened. He glared at her hatefully and turned to the vampire. “Don’t listen to her, Mina.” He stressed her name as he tried to convince her of his feelings. “You’re the one I love.”
“Y-you love me, Xander?” The blue-eyed demon’s voice turned wondering and trembled with hope.
Anyanka examined her nails, stating in a bored tone. “Yeah, yeah, he said he loved me, too. I wouldn’t put too much stock in that if I were you.”
“Dammit, Anya! I don’t know what you want from me! You told me back in the store that you didn’t want to get back together with me so what is this really about? Just some twisted desire for…revenge?”
Xander’s eyes widened as the pieces fell into place. “That’s it, isn’t it?” He turned back to the vampire still standing apart from them. “Don’t you get it, Mina? She can’t get my friends to curse me so she’s trying to hurt me herself.”
“She’s doing a real good job of it,” Mina muttered.
Just then the door to the crypt swung open. “Hey, will you people keep it down out here! I’m trying to watch ‘Wheel of Fortune!’ “ Then he glanced in Mina’s direction. “Oh hey, Spike. Nice tits ya got.”
“Hi, Clem,” Mina called back automatically. Then she did a double take. “Hey, hang on a tick. How’d you know it was me?”
“I heard you ranting about your broken heart outside the crypt earlier. It was way more entertaining than the commercials. I started watching the TV but then you guys kept getting louder and louder and finally I couldn’t stand it any more. If you people are gonna holler at each other all night, I’d prefer you do it somewhere else.”
Mina placed her arms on her hips and raised a scarred eyebrow in Clem’s direction. “Now, see here. That’s my crypt you’re crashing so who are you to tell me to sod off?”
Clem backed down in a hurry. He was Spike’s friend but the vampire would be perfectly willing to beat him up if he had to. “Oh, right. I forgot. You want your place back now?”
“Yeah.” Turning her back on Xander, the vampire moved towards the open doorway.
“No!” Xander shouted. He grabbed her arm. “Mina, please. We haven’t settled this.”
“Oh, I think we have,” Anyanka said coolly from behind them. She directed a critical gaze at the vampire, sweeping her eyes over the female figure. “It’s obvious what’s going on here--Spike, is it? Hmm, should have guessed from that Cockney accent of yours.”
“Cockney?” Mina shot out.
Anyanka rattled on, oblivious. “You got turned into a female somehow--a vengeance wish gone wrong, maybe?--and Xander took you in as a substitute for me. You’re female, a fake blond, tiny, demonic and more than adequate in the sack, although 120 years’s worth of experience hardly compares to 1100. It makes perfect sense from a psychological point of view.” She put on a false look of clinical detachment as she wound her hands around Xander’s upper arm, ignoring his attempts to shake her off.
Mina gritted her teeth as the tears threatened to resurface. This was exactly what she’d feared, a verbal confirmation of all the doubts that had been whispering at the back of her mind for days now. Xander’s love for her had been a sham, having to do with the fact that she was available and had the body parts he liked. The whelp didn’t care about her at all.
Choking back a sob, she turned towards the crypt only to have the brunette grab her arm again. Seeing red, she whirled, one fist flashing up, and caught the mortal on the jaw. Both vampire and human reeled as pain shot through their skulls at the exact same moment. “Ow! Bloody hell!” Mina yelped as the chip went off.
Xander swayed and fell to the ground and Anyanka sank to her knees beside him, her own suffering momentarily pushed aside. “Xander! Are you all right?” She glared up at the vampire and spat, “You bastard! You really get off on hitting your sex partners, don’t you? Is this the kind of sex games you and Buffy got up to? No wonder she left you!” She cradled Xander’s head and tenderly kissed his brow. Xander moaned and struggled to open his eyes.
Mina stared at the tableau as all her dreams vanished. Shit, the demon was right. She didn’t know how to treat the people she loved. No wonder they took off time and time again. The whelp would never forgive her and now he had Anya to turn to for comfort. She stretched out her hand and said words she’d rarely spoken to any mortal since being turned over a century ago. “Xander, I-I’m sorry…”
“Like you were sorry for hitting me? I didn’t do a thing to deserve it, Spike. I was just about to spill the beans about your soul to Buffy, that’s all. But hitting a woman to shut her up--that’s so your style, isn’t it? Guess Dawn’s lucky she never got out of line. You probably would have popped her one, too.” Anya sniffed in contempt and turned her attention back to man feebly moving in her embrace.
She couldn’t take it. To have this bint going on about her shortcomings in front of the man she loved and one of her best friends in the demon world was too much. “This is--this is all bollixed up!” Mina yelled. “I wish I’d never let you get to me, Harris. I wish I’d never stayed in that damned apartment with your ex’s shitty scent all over it! I wish I’d never put on that soddin’ jacket!”
Anyanka’s head shot up and wrinkles creased her face as she hissed, “DONE!”
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Willow sat cross-legged on the floor, feeling the accustomed thrill as the magicks began to fill the room. Eldritch energy glowed from the crystals and they floated from the bowl while the power gathered and sought out its target. “Oh, Hecate, I call on you. I humbly ask your will be done. Hear my request, a simple change, create a daughter from a s--”
Xander clapped his hand over her mouth, interrupting the spell. The crystals stopped glowing and dropped out of the air. Willow cried out in disappointment. “Oh, man! Now I’ve gotta start all over. Hecate hates that!”
Xander grabbed the bowl of crystals, fending off Willow’s attempts to retrieve them. “What the hell are you doing?”
“Proving I love R.J. the most!” Willow stood up and snatched at the bowl only to have Xander dance out of reach.
Spike stood behind him and watched the exchange with a dull ache in his chest. He remembered it all: the shift from bloke to bird, the confusion, the lost, lonely nocturnal hours spent in his room afterwards, Xander’s comfort, the firm, muscular body clasped to his own, the hours of feverish lovemaking, the last avowal of love in the cemetery and his own blasted, idiotic wish.
He staggered away and sat down on the top steps of the stairs as the whelp and the wiccan continued their agrument. Xander charged out a moment later and looked around for him. “Spike, there you are. This is not the time to be lying down on the job. We’ve got one crazed psycho Slayer out there and it ain’t Faith. Move your bony ass!” Spike stood and silently followed Xander down the stairs, talltall Scooby too agitated to notice the vampire’s lack of a snide comeback.
As if in a dream, he helped save the love-nutty Slayer from her own stupidity and witnessed the blonde warrior swing into glorious action to rescue her equally besotted sister. The women went home and he watched as Xander took the now-useless jacket with them.
He disappeared from their presence and none of them noticed him go. He went back to their flat--Xander’s apartment. As he’d told Buffy, he really had nowhere to go. But he knew he wouldn’t be able to stay here. To remain and see his dear Xander every night and every day and know the man felt nothing for him except his customary irritation would be more than his undead heart could bear.
He had to get out of this town. Sunnyhell had been nothing for him except one defeat after another. It had destroyed his standing as a Master vampire, seen the destruction of his 120-odd-year love affair with Dru, gotten a chip stuck into his head and caused every romance he’d had since then to get thrown onto the rubbish heap. He was salvaging what little pride he had left and taking off for good.
His stomach grumbled and he remembered he hadn’t eaten in hours. Yanking open the fridge door, he stared at the bottles of beer lining the door. Oh well, a couple of brews couldn’t hurt. It was cheap American beer, nothing like good, decent English lager, but it would do. Grabbing one bottle, he twisted off the cap and began chugging it down.
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Xander got out of his car and walked up the path to his apartment, whistling. That R.J. had been a major ass but at least his jacket hadn’t caused any real tragedies. The night’s escapades had been pretty mild by Sunnydale standards. They certainly hadn’t gotten as out of hand as his experimentation with love spells gone awry. Remembering a certain crazy redhead coming after him and Cordelia with an axe caused him to chuckle and shake his head. “Man, those were good times.”
He brought the key to the lock and frowned as the door swung open. “Shit, Spike. Are you trying to get yourself staked? Just because you’re a vampire doesn’t mean you should just leave the...”
He heard the sound of sobbing and sighed. Was Spike having another one of his nightmares again? He thought they’d been getting less frequent. Besides, hadn’t the vampire been up less than an hour ago? Wasn’t it a little early for his bedtime?
“Spike? What’s going on?” He edged cautiously into the apartment and closed the door. Seeing Spike’s door ajar, he sighed mentally and braced himself. “Spike?”
The vampire lay huddled on the bed, several opened bottles of beer lying on the floor beside it. Xander gritted his teeth in annoyance. He deliberately bought this cheap swill because he’d heard Spike complain often enough how it wasn’t anything like his precious English beer. He’d hoped that would prevent the vampire from taking more than a swig or two now and then. Evidently that had been false optimism on his part.
“Spike, what the hell is your damage? You can’t pick up your own damned towels and, if you think I’m cleaning up this mess, the Initiative must have put another hole in your head. If it wasn’t for Buffy, I’d throw you out of here and ask Willow to put up the de-invite spell. In fact, I may do it anyway. I’m sick of your shit!” He kicked aside the bottles as he strode over to the vampire and grabbed one shaking shoulder.
Yanking the vampire around, Xander was stunned to see the tracks of tears running down the vampire’s cheeks. “Spike? Wh-what happened?”
The vampire said nothing, only stared at Xander through watery eyes. The unblinking gaze was kinda wigsome and Xander dropped his hand and edged away from the silent bloodsucker. “Uh, Chips Ahoy, you’re starting to freak me out here. What’s with the soulful look? Do I have something in my teeth?”
“Xander,” Spike croaked out.
“Yep, that’s me. The Xandman. You were expecting somebody else?”
The vampire looked into those brown eyes. There was a touch of concern there but nervousness and impatience heavily overshadowed it. [Oh god. He doesn’t remember. None of ‘em do--except that Anyanka bitch.] Not for the first time tonight, Spike thought that if he could get his hands on that demoness, he’d kicked her wrinkly arse back to whatever hell dimension she came from and let her rot there.
But she was strong and powerful. She had connections, demon friends and the ability to cast powerful spells. He had nothing and no one. He didn’t even have the young man standing before him. He turned his face back towards the wall and let the tears fall mutely down his face.
Xander heard the weak sounds of sorrow and sat on the bed beside the vampire. “Look, I don’t know what happened between the train tracks and home sweet home. But it can’t be that bad. Hey, a few hours ago, you were Mr. Big Bad. Okay, not so big and not so bad. But you weren’t throwing your own pity party. What happened, Spike? Was it something to do with the Buffster and R.J.? We took care of that. His jacket is toast. Not that you should be thinking of Buffy that way, ‘cause you and her are definitely of the past...”
“Oh, bloody hell, whelp. Not everything is about the Slayer,” Spike returned, his voice leaden with weariness.
“Well, that would be a switch. So if it isn’t Buffy, what is it?”
There was a long silence from the demon in the bed and Xander huffed, annoyance taking over his previous concern. He was tired, too tired to care about one on-again, off-again psychotic chipped vamp especially if said vamp couldn’t be bothered to talk to him. “Fine. Just clean up your bottles. I don’t want the nasty blood-and-booze stench you’ve got going for you stinking up the joint.” He got up to leave.
Spike swung around to clasp Xander’s hand. His lover was leaving him and he would miss his chance to tell him how he truly felt. Hell, what was the point in keeping quiet now? If Xander cared for him, then there was a chance. If not, he could still leave town. “Xander. Wait.”
The man paused, the irritation evident in his bored stance. “Yeah, what? You feel like talking now?”
The vampire swallowed. “Not ‘zackly.”
“Well, what do you want, then?”
“You, Xand.” Without another word he tugged Xander to him and kissed him hard.
The man froze, scandalized, and then his lips parted unthinkingly as that cold tongue flicked across his mouth in one swift motion. The tepid mouth sucked and clung to his and Spike was moaning and, in spite of the beer on his non-existent breath, he smelled and tasted good and OH SHIT, HE WAS KISSING SPIKE!!
The next moment, Xander shoved Spike away as hard as he could and scrambled up from the bed, nearly tripping on empty beer bottles. He stared, horrified, at the prone vampire while the demon eyed him. “Spike, what the--what do you think you’re doing!?”
“I thought it was obvious, pet. I was kissing you. I’m not so out of practice that I don’t know what I’m doing.” Spike’s customary smirk had returned but his heart was singing behind it. Before Xander had pushed him away, the whelp had responded to his attentions, had kissed him back, and the vampire had smelled the unmistakable beginnings of desire before the man’s common sense had reasserted itself.
“Are you nuts? Did you lose your marbles again? That’s it, I’m calling Buffy and having her haul your scrawny ass out of my apartment.” He dashed out of the room and Spike ran after him in alarm.
“Easy, luv. I didn’t mean to upset you, honest. I just wanted to find out summat. And I have.”
“Find out what, Spike? That you need to have your head examined? This is my fault, isn’t it? All those times I went to bed with you, you thought there was something between us. I should have nipped that right in the bud. There should have been serious bud-nipping.” Xander slapped himself in the head.
“Luv, listen to me for a tick, will ya?”
“No! I will not listen! dondon’t call me luv! Do I look like Buffy to you?”
“No and that’s a good thing, ‘cause I don’t love her any more.”
“Oh, I get it. You’ve switched your obsession to another member of the gang, huh? First her, then Anya, now me. Who’s next to ride the Spike trolley? Dawn?”
“For fuck’s sake, whelp! Will you stop blithering on and listen to me!” The unconscious repetition of his words when Xander had surprised him after his womanly change made Spike pause a bit. But there was no magic at work here. It was just him and Xander--if he could get the man to stop freaking out and listen.
“Xander, summat happened, some magic that you don’t know nothing about.”
“You got zapped with a love spell, too? Is it something in the air or did you get hit with a whacko version of the R.J. whammy?”
Spike sighed. “You’ve got no idea, lu--Xand.” He stepped away from Xander since the mortal appeared to be distinctly distressed with his nearness. “You won’t remember any of this but it started when we went hunting for that R.J. bloke...”
The tall, dark former construction worker couldn’t keep quiet during Spike’s recital. As the story progressed the interruptions became more frequent with outbursts of “What?” and “You’ve gotta be kidding!” making up for most of the comments. Spike began going into details about the things Xander had told him about his roadtrip out of Sunnydale.
Xander gulped. Spike knew things about that trip, things he’d never shared with anyone. He went pale at some of the more intimate aspects of the story as the vampire explained in excruciating detail the things Xander liked in bed.
The brunette plucked up his courage at that part of the story. “T-that doesn’t mean anything, Spike. I mean, Anya was always talking about our Viking, monkey love sessions. Hell, even Dawn could have known about that stuff!”
“Anya ever tell about that funny noise you make when you cum, then?” Spike screwed up his face and concentrated as he tried to imitate the part choked scream, part garbled gulp that Xander made whenever he shot his load.
He opened his eyes to see that the dark-haired man had turned a queer shade of red. The Scooby’s jaw worked and he squeaked out, “Okay. I believe you.”
The vampire smiled in relief and reached out towards the man only to halt as the mortal cringed back from him.”Look, I-I just wanted you to know, is all. I didn’t want you to think I was going around the twist.”
“Sure. Sure. You are definitely of the sane. Or maybe I’ve gone insane and don’t know it. I mean, I can’t believe you and me...we...” He swallowed hard and couldn’t finish.
“Yeah. That we did.” Spike eyed the man for a minute and then spoke in a gentler tone. “If it helps you sleep better at night, Xander, I was a bint the whole time. It’s not like you’d want me now.” He stood up and forced himself to speak lightly. “That’s why I’ve got to be hitting the road.”
Xander became alarmed as he noted Spike’s set, heavy expression. “What? No, Spike, you can’t! What’ll Buffy say?”
“I don’t give a rat’s arse what the Slayer thinks,” Spike growled. Then he shrugged. “All right, I guess it ain’t right to just take off after all she done for me. But you lot don’t need me. Clem or any other demon with half a brain would be willin’ to help you in case of an apocalypse. Lots of demons out there like the world just the way it is with fish ‘n’ chips, lager, Manchester United, Saturdays and tea. If you lot needed serious muscle, you could always ring up Peaches. But the Slayer don’t need me. An-and I can’t stay here, Xand, not with you hating me the way you do.”
“I-I don’t hate you, Spike. I’m seriously pissed off over what you did to Buffy last year. But I can see that you’re trying to be a better person now and I know you don’t want to hurt her. I’ll give you points for that.”
“That’s nice of you, Xand. And you’re right. I don’t want to hurt Buffy.”
But I don’t want to hurt you either. An image flashed in his mind--that scene in the graveyard when he’d punched Xander and heard Anya’s accusation. No, he couldn’t do that to Xander. All this time he’d been worried that an anonymous demon would get the boy and he’d been the one to turn on him.
Maybe it was a good thing that scenario had been reversed by the Vengeance demon. Male or female, Spike simply couldn’t make his affairs work.
Shaking his head, he walked back to his tiny room and picked up the small duffel bag he’d packed with his few belongings. Xander ran after him. “Spike, you can’t just go like this! What do I tell Buffy? She’ll blame me for this. She’ll say I did or said something to drive you off.”
Spike looked the man in the eyes. “Is that all that’s bothering you about my going, Xand? Brassing off the Slayer?”
The man’s eyes shifted from his and Xander’s answer was evasive. “Doesn’t it bother you?”
“A bit. But I can’t stay here with you, Xand. I just can’t after what we...” Shit, his voice was starting to wobble. In another minute he’d break out bawling and that wouldn’t do at all. He opened the door to his small room only to have Xander reach over his shoulder and shut it gently.
“I just don’t get it, Spike. When I really hated you, you didn’t have a problem with hanging around and making my life miserable. Now it’s different and you can’t stand to stay in the same room with me? What’s changed? What am I missing here?”
Spike drew up his head and peered into those dark orbs. He’d seen those eyes change shade with every mood the man had. He’d seen them darken with anger or passion and dilate with bloodlust when the boy waded into a fight. He’d seen them crinkle with laughter when Mina had told a particularly dirty joke or get sparkly with excitement when his favorite football team scored a goal. Now there was confusion and a hint of something else that Spike wasn’t sure of.
He hadn’t told Xander everything, after all. He’d omitted Xander claiming he loved the vampire or his own deeper feelings. Well, what did he have to lose now? He was love’s bitch and always had been and it was too late to change now.
“I love you, Xand. I’ve loved you for weeks although it’s been just days to you. You and me have shared things that we’ve given to nobody else and, if I had a hearbeat, it’d fly out of my chest every time you smile at me. I’ve seen how you care for others and I know what makes people love you even when you think they don’t. You’re great in and out of the sack and the thought that I may go the rest of my unlife without hearing your voice cry my name or waking up in bed beside you makes me want to walk into the sun. I know you don’t feel the same about me--how could you?--but I wanted you to know that before I left.” He picked up the duffel bag and opened the door and this time met with no resistance.
He made it halfway to the front door before he heard the Scooby’s footfall behind him. “Spike. Wait.”
He paused. He didn’t say a word. There was tension, worry, fear and wonder in the scent peeling off the man behind him and he didn’t want to do anything to shatter the fragile trust he also sensed. He could hear Xander’s quickened breath and the thudding heart and thought his own might collapse with the strain of his fear.
“Spike. What if I did?”
“What if you did what, Xand?” The vampire turned slowly and raised his eyes to meet that awful, terrible gaze that held all his hopes and dreams for the future.
“What if I did feel the same?” The vampire didn’t answer and Xander’s brows creased as he tried to sort out his feelings. “I don’t know if I do only that things haven’t been the same for awhile between us and I’d like to try...” He faltered and his eyes fell away from that searching blue stare. “C-could you just kiss me again so I could see?” he finished shyly.
The vampire dropped the bag and crossed the space in one stride. He clasped the man’s head and drew it down to his.
This time the kiss was much better, drawn out and lingering, as Spike sucked at the full lips. The brunette wound his powerful arms around the vampire, crushing the smaller body against his broader one. Spike moaned into that full mouth as the blood in his body rushed straight to his groin.
Over the vanished weeks as Mina, all Xander had to do to make him cream his panties would be to smile at him in a certain way and now the hot kisses were setting his blood on fire. He began grinding his hard-on subtly and then with more purposeful motions against the young man--rubbing his arse?
He pulled back and stared in pleased astonishment at the man caressing his nether regions. Xander grinned at him. “Hey, just wanted to get a sampling of the merchandise.”
Spike chuckled. Just when he thought he had this man figured out, the bloke threw him for a loop. He kissed him again and squeaked when the rubbing turned into a pinch. The man wanted him and Spike wanted to have him before Xand changed his mind.
Xander sat Spike down on the vampire’s bed and contemplated the demon nervously. The blond had become quiet, almost shy, as Xander touched him, making no move to help him as the brunette slowly unbuttoned his shirt.
Xander liked this new look of Spike’s; the T-shirts were nice but they wouldn’t have allowed him to uncover little by little the pale, creamy flesh that was exposed to his fingers as the buttons slid out of their holes. Nor would removing a T-shirt have enabled him to keep nibbling at those plump lips as the demon was undressed.
Xander ran his hands curiously over the ashen expanse. He swirled the tips of his warm fingers around the pink aureoles, hearing Spike suck in a breath. Strange how the chest rose and didn’t fall after that.
The vampire swore softly and nudged his chest forward into the timidly exploring palms. Encouraged, Xander swept his hands again and again over the acorn-tipped circles, bringing them lower down Spike’s chest with each pass.
The sensitivity of his nips that he’d known as a woman hadn’t disappeared and Spike could have shouted with joy. Wonder what else is the same? When Xander’s hands hesitated in their wandering, he pushed them aside gently and began unfastening his pants.
Fear and curiosity battled on the brunette’s face and he knew Xander was worried again. Abandoning his pants for the moment, Spike pulled the man close until their lips met.
God, Xander knew how to kiss and he gave himself to it with all the passion of the lost days. Even if Spike never touched his Xand again, he would carry away the memories of those searing kisses. The brunette pressed him back onto the bed and his warm body covered Spike’s own.
The hard, colorless arms wound around the mortal as they ground against each other. Spike was half-naked and Xander fully clothed and in moments the Scooby became dissatisfied with the layers of cloth between them. He groaned as Spike’s denim-covered erection ground and bumped against his. He wriggled, trying for relief, as the twinge in his own groin became a pang that grew sharper and more unendurable with each passing second.
Sensing his distress, Spike shoved him back and eased down his zipper, freeing his cock so that it sprang out, moistened at the tip and blood-red. Xander helped, fumbling with the tight jeans, pushing them down the demon’s legs while Spike raised his hips to aid his efforts.
Finally the demon lay naked before him, exposed to that searching brown-eyed gaze. The cold, muscular body that he’d praised to Buffy was quivering and the blue eyes staring back at him held vulnerability, lust and just the slightest hint of fear. Fear? What was Spike scared of? Xander was the one treading in unknown waters here.
He leaned down and his mouth met Spike’s again, letting his tongue trail out to lap at that beckoning lush interior. The beer taste had dissipated slightly leaving a trace of iron--blood?--on the vamp’s tastebuds. Tongues met and dueled together, wet lips sucked, drawing breath and hunger.
The shirt and pants the mortal wore were mysteriously discarded and went to join Spike’s attire on the floor. Breast to breast, skin to skin, mortal and immortal clung and danced together, their forms twisting on the narrow mattress.
Spike was letting him control the pace and Xander found he liked it. There was no penetration, not yet, and the willingness of the blond to wait made the mortal bold. He caressed and probed every inch of flesh he could reach, noting what made Spike shudder, moan or curse when he pinched or rubbed him. Chewing on the dusky pink nubs caused Spike to shout and clutch Xander’s head, urging him to suckle hard at first one then the other rigid nipple.
The burly form dominated and swelled over the narrow hips and breast writhing under him. “Xander. Love you,” Spike gasped out, a mere whisper of sound in the man’s ear. Xander stiffened a little but didn’t stop the rocking motions of his body. Their cocks brushed against each other’s and the demon gripped the flexing buttocks, drawing the man nearer, frustrated and aroused at once by the tension he could sense building in the brunette’s frame.
The thrusting grew faster, their gazes locked together, as their voices rose and fell. Xander closed his eyes, partly because his crisis was fast approaching, partly to hide away from that glance that seemed to go right through him. He rested his forehead against the other man’s and bucked his hips faster. A low cry gathered force in Spike and then burst out of him in a wail as the hard hips arched against Xander’s and his cum shot out of him to cover his heaving chest. Xander groaned and came seconds later, adding his load to the spray plastering the sated vamp.
Xander collapsed onto the cool body below only to be pushed aside as Spike caught his meaty hand in his own pale palm. “Xander, touch me here. Like this.” He demonstrated by sweeping the lad’s digits through the mingled cum lying on his taut chest and belly. Xander watched, wide-eyed and mute, as his fingers became covered in the sticky white fluid. Then the demon drew Xander’s dampened hand down between his lithe spread legs.
This was new...new and a little frightening. But that piercing clear gaze was on his again and Xander couldn’t back away. He circled the puckered anus and noted how Spike licked his lips and groaned softly as the pressure became firmer. Finally, Xander sank in one thick finger and applied the cum still clinging to it.
He swept his finger inside as Spike rocked his hips. Slowly at first and then with more urgency, the blonde vamp tilted his thighs up again and again, egging him on to push in harder. Another finger joined the first and the vamp cried out, “Yes, Xand! Oh, please. Twist it there, like that...shit! Love you!” His head thrust back into the pillows and Xander swore he could see a pulse beating in the arched neck.
Urged on, Xander added more fingers. Could he--would Spike accept being fisted? Listening to the incoherent babble from the demon, Xander decided to risk it. Folding in his thumb, he reached inside to have it join the others and found himself sheathed to his wrist in the grasping rectum.
The tentative probing became steady pushes as the vampire seemed to have no trouble accepting the fist moving into his center. It was the strangest thing, to feel the cool body like the tightest, stickiest blanket wrapped in an unyielding vise around his hand. At the same time, it felt good. It obviously felt good to the demon whose legs flexed in the bed as he arched his hips towards the mortal’s encased fingers.
His arm was buried almost up to the elbow and Xander watched while Spike swore and babbled. The hips no longer rocked up to meet the careful thrusts. The entire body clenched around his arm was raised off the bed in an impossible bow. The engorged cock, so red it was nearly purple, was steadily leaking cum, slicking and running down the pallid belly.
No breath. He didn’t need to breathe. He didn’t need to breathe. But Xander’s name tore from his throat in a whistling sigh as the man’s fist plunged repeatedly, probing him to his depths. He opened his eyes--when had he closed them?--to meet Xander’s concentrated stare. The man was so close, his breath tickled Spike’s face.
The mortal bent his head as if to kiss him again. But when Spike strained to capture his lips once more all he did was whisper, “Cum, Spike. Cum for me. Now.”
There it was again, that tone of command, and Spike was helpless to resist it. A brutal shudder ran through the taut body and his ejaculation splashed out of him again. He came in cold streams, each bursting from him until he thought he’d faint with the intensity of the sensations. When he came down, shaking from the aftermath, Xander removed his hand finger by finger.
The mortal’s own cock had been hard, grinding into Spike’s hip, deprived of the sweet little hole that lay prepared for him. But Xander couldn’t hold back any longer. Shifting between the spread legs, heedless of the slick liquid on the demon’s chest causing him to slide over the waiting skin, Xander sank into Spike in one easy motion.
The passage sucked him in as if greedy for his meat and Xander watched in fascination as a look of dreamy delight passed over that eternally handsome face. Spike gasped even though there was no need for air and then groaned as the mortal impaled him.
Pallid arms wound around the wide back. Spike could have crushed the mortal easily but his touch was as gentle as feathers. Powerful muscles slipped and rippled under his arms as the body tensed, diving farther into him. Xander withdrew, grunting as the passage gripped at him, and then drove forward again.
Spike’s body seemed to part beneath his as it accepted his weight and the invasion of his flesh. His ass was so slick and tight, so like a woman’s cunt and yet wholly different. Another push and an ecstatic exclamation erupted from the parted lips.
“Xander! Love you. God, I love you. Love you. More, luv, more.” Spike had never spoken like this to Xander in bed before now. As Mina, all her pillow talk had been of the coarsest and filthiest kind, in several languages. Rough and crude language had come pouring out of her mouth as she spurred Xander on to thrust, nibble, lick and bite.
But if he had to leave the man, he wanted the mortal to know exactly how he felt. With the next thrust his back arched against the beautiful, strong mortal in his embrace and once more he cried out his love.
“Tight...Spike...you...shit...so cool...like...there...” Xander wasn’t making any sense even to himself. But he couldn’t answer Spike’s affections with similar words. He was too swept away by the weirdness of what was happening to him, by the sheer intensity of passion enveloping them both. The rectum rippled and clamped down tight and he bawled as the orgasm swept over him.
With the first splash of warm semen inside, Spike wanted to join Xander. But he also wanted to delay, to hold off his own pleasure, until he had wrung every scrap of delight out of the mortal frame shaking over his. By the sheerest strength of will, he held himself back until Xander sagged against him, panting and groaning.
He braced himself on his arms, trying to free Spike of his weight. But with one abrupt move, the vampire shifted so that he was on top, straddling Xander with his legs on either side of the stunned brunette.
The cold passage rippled around him and Xander felt his flaccid cock stir where it still lay encased in Spike’s ass. He was stupefied to realize that Spike’s erection had not faded, the purple meat curved and waving languidly in the air between their straining bodies. Spike braced his hands on Xander’s belly and began to move.
He bounced up and down on the big cock, crying out every time his prostate was brushed by the oversized head. His face shifted and Xander witnessed his fangs flash, the yellowed eyes. But he knew Spike couldn’t hurt him and there was no fear in his mind. Nevertheless, his heart pounded as the vampire fell onto his chest, his buttocks still riding his cock, and cool ivory fangs slid across his skin.
There was a touch of despair in the wild cries erupting from the demon now and Xander understood as the tongue rasped again and again on the skin over his jugular. Groping blindly beside the bed, Xander found one of the empty beer bottles and smashed it hard on the floor.
The sound of tinkling glass penetrated Spike’s delirium and he lifted his head to see Xander holding a jagged shard in his fingers. “Wh-what is it, luv? What’re you doin’?”
“Relax, Spike.” Moving one shaking hand to his chest, Xander clenched his jaw and slashed the skin above one nipple. There was a brief flare of pain but it vanished at the sight of Spike’s enraptured face.
“Xander!” Spike couldn’t say another word as he lunged for the unexpected treat given to him. He lapped at the bleeding tear, moans and heated growls accompanying his sucks. He worked the wound with tongue and fingers as he sought to enlarge it, to drink the blessed nectar oozing from Xander’s skin.
Xander clasped Spike’s head to his chest, groaning as pointed teeth grazed one nipple. Spike’s movements had become frenzied, as if the human blood caused him to lose all self-control. Growls rose from the demon, the sound vibrating against his flesh, as his balls slapped against Xander, his hips rocking on the mortal’s own.
Xander’s own balls were aching and he sensed the familiar tenseness that signaled his imminent release. He came again, his body surging upwards, his cum shooting into his demon partner. He rocked hard in Spike’s arms as the demon continued to nurse at breast and nipple.
The man fell back, panting. He couldn’t move, his loud dragging breaths mingling with the sonorous purrs of the demon still lapping at his chest. Spike pulled away reluctantly and lay beside Xander, wrapping his arms around him. “Xand, I know this is new territory for you. But I want...that is, I want you.”
“You’ve got me,” Xander murmured, a mighty yawn cracking his jaws.
“No. I mean, I want to fuck you now. Just once. Please?” And Xander couldn’t remember ever having heard Spike say please. He opened his eyes with difficulty, the lassitude from his last crisis striving to pull him under. But a pleading blue-eyed gaze compelled him to surrender.
Swallowing hard, he whispered, “Be gentle, will you? It’s my first time.”
Spike smirked at the well-worn phrase said with such mock innocence. There was no fear in his delicious boy. In fact, he could smell the excitement beginning to seep from the man’s pores. “No worries, pet.”
He gathered up the cum and repeated Xander’s earlier gestures. But he was far more skilled at this than the mortal and he reveled in the choked cries and pleasured screams that came from Xander as he located his prostate with unerring precision. He hit and caressed the small nub until Xander’s eyes rolled up and he didn’t stop until he’d brought an orgasm shooting out of the hot body gripping his hand.
The dark-haired man was certain he was making a Xander-shaped puddle all over the sheets. He could barely bring himself to move as Spike came to rest between his thighs. “Don’t drift off on me, Xand. It only gets better from here on in.”
He pushed on Xander’s knees until his feet lay flat on the bed. When the tight brown bud was exposed he placed the tip of his cock at the entrance and pressed inwards.
“Spike!” Why had he thought fucking was so good? Being fucked was even better and Xander’s hands shot out to grip the other man’s shoulders as Spike drove home with a smooth glide.
But the demon was a consummate tease. He drew out the play, alternating hard pushes with others so gentle Xander could almost swear he didn’t move. He rotated his hips and drew out until only the tip of his penis remained inside the lad. He grabbed Xander’s wrists, holding him down so the man couldn’t force him to a faster pace. Then, just when the mortal was begging for him, he’d thrust so hard the man was shoved into the bed, his head smothered in the pillows.
What little pain he may have felt disappeared, buried under the pleasure cascading over his body and centered in the tiny spot being stroked again and again by that cold cock. His thighs wound around the demon’s narrower ones, Xander begged Spike to hurry. “Harder, Spike. Faster!” Another garbled scream erupted from him as the demon obliged, grinding his lover into the mattress.
Locking his arms around his Xander, Spike ducked his head and tongued the raw wound still opened beneath him. Thick, rich blood seeped from the broad chest onto his tongue and he sank the barest tips of his fangs into the tear.
A wild cry, different from any the man had uttered tonight, ripped from the body under his and Xander’s spunk shot out of his cock. The burst hit Spike’s chin and he lapped at it giddily, letting it mix with the blood. With a muffled groan, he thrust a few more times before he, too, came within his beloved.
He lifted his face, the chin smeared with the twin fluids from Xander’s body, and licked his lips. He ran his fingers on Xander’s chest and sucked at them, letting the mortal see his unholy joy. “Ummm. My nummy treat.”
A bloody kiss was pressed to the brunette’s lips and Xander eagerly explored the gore-coated fangs. His cum and his blood passed from his partner to him--the act held a barbaric appeal that didn’t shock him in the slightest. He let his head fall back and whispered, “Spike. That was...wow. Except wow doesn’t cover it.”
“No arguments here, luv.” He bent his head to look Xander in the eye. “I do, you know. Love you, that is. I wasn’t just taking the piss.”
“I hope not. Fucking is one thing. Water sports ain’t my thing.”
Spike snorted at Xander’s deliberate misunderstanding and wound his arms around the brunette. Xander yawned again. “Okay, now can I sleep, Spike?”
“Yeah. You get your rest, luv.”
A short silence descended on the small room. Then Xander said in a small voice, “Are you still gonna leave?”
The vampire didn’t know what to tell him. But he knew he couldn’t lie for long. “I’ll have to sooner or later, Xand. I can’t just live on sex and hope. That’s what destroyed things for me with the Slayer.”
“I understand.” The vampire listened as the racing heartbeat gradually flattened out in approaching sleep. He wasn’t one to lie awake torturing himself over things he couldn’t change. Well, okay, he could but he didn’t make a habit of it. Then he heard a whisper come from the body lying beneath his head.
“Maybe I love you, too, Spike.”
And the vampire smiled.

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