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Xanpet
When Spike arrived at Willy’s, the place was jumping like dead flees on an iceberg. The few demons, and other assorted low lives, that frequented the seedy hovel, had spread themselves so thinly, that the place actually looked empty. No one interacted. That suited Spike down to the ground.
He went up to the bar. “Usual.” He said to the jail bait bar tender, “And three to go.” The boy had turned to get his order when Willy himself came to the counter, “I’ll get this one Freddie. You go serve the Fyarl demon down there.”
Spike regarded the owner barely disguising his distaste. He’d drunk more blokes like this than he could remember the taste of. “Well?” He snapped after a minute. “Can I help you?”
“I think we might be able to help each other Spike, my friend.” Spike let it pass. It really wasn’t worth the effort. “I know a way for you to solve a little problem with some, how shall we say, surgery. Micro surgery if you get my drift.” The guy was as subtle as half a brick in the face. Spike said nothing. “So anyways I have these acquaintances. They owe me a favor, I owe them a favor, I think yous should meet.”
“Fine, then I’ll owe them a favour! Anyone you’d acquaint yourself with I, sure as screw means fuck, don’t want to.”
“Now don’t be like that. We’ll just help each other out, you and I. Two minuses make a plus, now am I right or am I right?”
“Don’t get smart Willy. It looks about as good on you as that shirt. Sorry not interested. No can do I. Got to go, dinner’s getting warm.” And he was out of the door before he could change his mind. Unlife was quite complicated enough thank-you.
Spike made his way back through town. He tried not to think about what Willy’s proposition might mean. For shit’s sake he was just beginning to fall in love again. Xander was healing in his arms, bit-by-bit and learning more and more about himself. Maturing, flowering. Spike wanted to stay and see it through, losing the chip could lose him Xander as well. Whatever reassuring words the lad had used, there was something worrying him and Spike suspected the beast within was a large part of it.
He had reached Main Street when the Sunnydale Cinema spilled its contents onto the pavement. “Shiny, happy people holding hands.” Spike thought lyrically. Not afraid to express their feelings, show their desires.
As the couple nearest him crossed the road, a dog barked, then barked again. The yelping continued for a moment and then Spike couldn’t help but stare. Such a pitiful noise was coming from two enormous heads that loomed out of the alley directly opposite. Two more and another two beyond that joined them. The six-headed beast was truly hideous. In each of the heads were no less than three rows of teeth that looked easily sharp enough to strip flesh from bone and hanging, seemingly useless, from it’s body Spike could count at least eight withered and knarled legs.
The grotesque creature reared for a split second and then swooped down scooping a person in each of its half dozen jaws. It snarled again and disappeared back into the gloom, leaving Main Street a mass of screaming people and one somewhat curious vampire.
“And another fascinating Thursday on the Hellmouth.” He thought.
He really wanted to go home and slip into something hot. “Or someone. He he.” It was none of his business if yet more of the population became demon fodder. Then he remembered Giles’ big speech. These were neighbours, friends, lovers. If he was going to be part of the ‘Magnificent Six’ then he really ought to go and report this to the glorious leader, and not for money either. “Fuck it!” He swore and headed back towards the Watcher’s house.
When he got there it was in darkness. He banged on the door. Upstairs lights went on. Sounds of muffled swearing. Downstairs lights went on. There was more swearing, clearer now and with added gusto. “Ooo, that was a naughty word, Watcher.” Spike sniggered to himself. Sounds of the latches being undone and then Giles flung open the door.
“What the bloody hell do you want, Spike?”
“You greet all visitors that civilly?”
“You are not a visitor. You are a pain in my backside.”
“Was that an offer?”
“WHAT DO YOU WANT?”
“Shh!! You’ll wake the neighbours. Just thought you ought to know as soon as poss. that there’s a new nasty in town. Six headed jobby. Looked a bit like the Lock Ness Monster if it existed. Which it doesn’t. So now you know. Sunnyhell’s at it again.” And with that he went, leaving Giles standing on his doorstep.
Spike carefully unlocked the door to the Harris' basement and entered. Xander had given him the key so he could come and go as he pleased. He moved quietly down the stairs, pausing to look at the sleeping human. No matter how tough things got he was determined to make this work. He'd never tried at a relationship before. Maybe that's why they all failed. He had just taken for granted that Dru would be there forever. They were immortal so why shouldn’t their love be eternal too. But immortality and eternity were not the same. He couldn't die but he could be destroyed and so could love. Poof, dust, as easy as a stake through the heart.
He picked his way carefully through the room, night vision being a useful asset. Having put his blood in the fridge, he stood at the end of the bed and stripped. Then, starting at Xander's toes, he began to lick with long firm strokes of his tongue. Xander stirred and woke. Spike carried on his tongue bath until he reached Xander's face. “ ‘ello.” He said.
“Sorry.”
“What for? Your life’s too short to be sorry and mine’s too long to worry about such minor details. Whatever this thing is, we can work out.”
He pressed his body against Xander's, absorbing the young man's heat. Rubbing gently until his erection was seated neatly into the crack of his lover’s arse. “Mmmm.” He sighed. His cool fingers walked lightly over the boy’s waist.
“Stop. It tickles. I said stop!”
Xander rolled over and captured Spike’s hands, holding them by the wrists above Spike’s head. Of course he knew Spike had let him do it. Wanted him to. He looked so vulnerable and yet, with one flick of his wrist, Xander could have been on the floor.
“Well? Now you've got me, whatcha goin’ to do?”
“This.” Xander mirrored Spike’s tongue bath. Of course he had to let go to do it, but Spike didn't move. However he did speak, “What we need is an iron bedstead,” he observed. “One with a fancy head and foot that squeaks really loudly.”
“Why squeaks?”
“So we can make a lot of noise.”
“Hey, no. No noise.”
“That sounded like an order. Are we playing ‘do as you're told Spike’?”
“Do as you're told, Spike.”
“Sir, yes Sir.”
“Don’t move.” Xander traced his tongue down Spike's throat and along the centre line of his alabaster chest. He couldn't resist laving at each armpit. Spike actually inhaled but other than that made no sound. Down the smooth torso, sinking his tongue into Spike’s navel. Evidence that he had been born human, once. Xander’s brown locks brushed like whiskers along Spike’s skin. Another suck of air.
Xander actually missed the crucial area and instead began licking the sensitive crease of Spike’s hip, right along the bone. That made Spike move. And yelp. And wriggle. “Uh uh uh. No noise, don’t move.”
“You dratsab!”
Xander spread Spike's thighs apart and kissed the inner surface, just where dark pubic hair finished. Still he didn't touch Spike’s cock. Spike pushed his hips up towards his lover. “You moved. You lose. I win a gallon of semen a night, for life.”
Spike laughed deep and full of sexual desire. “I may be supernatural Xander, but I think I still produce the standard ten cc’s.” He pulled Xander, by the hair, up towards his dick. Xander obliged, that way no pain.
Xander began to give his lover head. He licked gently at the tip, dipping his tongue into the salty slit. Little sighs from above, telling him that what he was doing made Spike feel real good. Then a little further down, retracting the foreskin as he went. He’d learnt not to pull too hard. Spike was so sensitive there. More sighs. It was amazing to Xander that he could have this much power over another man. “Only this wasn’t a man,” Xander reminded himself. Spike began to move his hips. Xander held his cock at the base to stop it being thrust all the way down his throat. He fisted it as he sucked.
Then he abruptly stopped and looked up. Spike groaned, “What is it now, prick tease?”
“Do you want to? I mean try…you know – me, tonight?”
“We’ve had this conversation. No.”
“It might not.”
“It will. You're a virgin.”
“Am so not!”
“Yeah, sorry, I forgot, American male – you’ve probably been denying that charge since you were in first grade.”
“Third.” Xander mumbled.
“Still, no matter how well lubed you are and how well prepared, if you tense up it’ll hurt, then I’ll hurt and that’ll put the kibosh on any further nudey-prod games. You lots think I'm being a big nancy over this, don't you? I can’t describe how much it hurts. The whole of the inside of my skull fries.
Look, it's not just the chip, though that's part of it, and it's not just that I’m being ultra professional, though I probably am. I don't think you realise how talented you are. I could play bottom for you forever. She was a very lucky lady.”
Xander said nothing but smiled.
“Right, if we’re done with the rabbit? Look, I’ve gone and lost it now. We’ll have to start all over again.”
“Do as you're told Spike.”
“Sir, yes Sir.”