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Xanpet
DEDICATION: To Wyrd who has to put up with my warped British sense of humour. Thank-you honey.
Spike lifted the manhole cover and dropped straight in. Xander clambered in after him. They walked, in silence, along the tunnel and through a hole in the concrete wall into what had clearly been the nest. The first thing that struck Xander was the size of the bed. “What did you ever see in Harmony anyway?”
Spike shrugged, “Any port of call in a storm or, to put it more bluntly, any puddle of piss in a desert?” He replied, as if he wasn’t sure. “Maybe, I felt sort of sorry for her. I know what it’s like to be discarded by your wank-off Sire and besides, after a hundred years of Dru, perhaps I just like fucking virgins.”
“Like fucking virgins…what?”
“Verb not adjective, tosspot!”
Xander thought for a moment. Spike had the uncanny knack of making him feel so stupid sometimes. “Hey! No making fun of the grammar impaired…and could you ever use a person’s name? I have one you know?”
“Okay, Alexander LaVelle Harris, Mr.”
“That’s better. Respect from the dead that walk, William James…”
“JOHN! William John Hayter, deceased. Shit! Xander at least I got yours right.”
By now they were out of the lair and going down another long metal ladder. Spike dropped the last few feet and waited for Xander to climb down.
“Let me ask you something, Alex. Do you love me at all?”
Xander swallowed hard. “Yeah, ‘course I do, but you don’t exactly make it easy.”
“Well, how could I make it easier? Not be male? Not be dead? Not be a vampire? Not be Spike?!”
Xander didn’t answer right away but instead, stepped into the pool of light being cast by Spike’s torch. “Sorry.” He said, simply.
“Xander, I know what I am. I can’t change the past. No one can. We can only change the future. I love you. I once told Buffy I was drowning in her, but shit Mate, you’re Charybdis herself in comparison. I look into those deep dark pools and I get sucked right in. I’m going down with the ship and I ain’t never coming up again.”
Xander moved even closer and wrapped his arms around the waist of the shorter demon.
Spike continued, “How can you possibly believe that I think I’m above you? You have a soul. I look into your eyes and I can see it. You touch me and I can feel it. You tell me you love me and I can hear it. I’m nothing. I’m an institutionalised, abused, rent boy. I was thrown away at birth. Made by an insane demon and abandoned by my sire. And what’s more…” He wriggled out from Xander’s grasp and started down the tunnel once again. “…I’m a bloody awful poet!!” He finished. Xander ran to catch up with him for a second time. Grasping him by the elbow he turned the vampire round.
“I wish I could record what you just said. You have that whole poetry thing going all the time. You’re a major league poet and I so shouldn’t blame you for me and my inadequacy issues. You open your mouth and ‘bamb’ poetry. Remember ‘its always blood, that’s why we drink it, it makes you feel something other than dead.’ Poetry. And I bet there’s plenty more where that came from. I only wish you’d write something for me. So, and risking total potty mouthdom here, stop talking shit, Fang boy.”
They started on down the tunnels once more. This time Xander lead the way. Spike began again, addressing his lover’s retreating back.
“I did. Not my fault your mother decides to tidy for the first time in her life and binned it or whatever happened. Oh yeah, and while we’re on the subject of names. I’ve been – Fang Boy, Fangless, Dead Boy Jr., The Bleached One, Boy Wonder and, my all time favourite, Oh Impotent One. And you know just how fucking untrue that is. But, I fully intend on showing you again and again and again and…”
“Oh! Wow.” Xander interrupted with a gasp. Through another hole and they were into the crypt. Xander had never seen so much gold or so many precious stones in all his born days. He picked up a handful of Spanish coins and ran them through his fingers. They made a clatter as they fell.
“Come on. Those are small and round, so bloody unlikely to be a sword.”
“Rude much? Not feeling the love here anymore. Is it any wonder trust is an issue?” Xander picked up a large serving platter and then tossed it aside.
“You don’t trust me?”
“Well yeah, I mean I let you do the naughty, touchy, sucky bits so…yeah, but – well sometimes I get the feeling your not sharing stuff. Secrets even.”
Spike didn’t look up from the pile of armour he was raking through. “I don’t bleeding know what I should be more worried about, you thinking I’m keeping secrets or the phrase ‘naughty, touchy, sucky’ coming from the north, of a grown man, of nearly twenty.”
He crawled under a long bench that was draped in strings of pearls. He wasn’t going to be drawn into this argument. When the chip had been out for a couple of months. When he was still fighting the good fight and fucking the good fuck, then he’d surprise his lover with the truth, and everyone would know how serious he was about being good, or at least about being there.
Suddenly, he put his hand on what he’d been looking for and, manoeuvring backwards, he brought out a sword that stood to his nose. It had a broad blade and was modest in design. Greek letters were etched into the bullhorn shaped sword grip and otherwise plain, bronze pommel. He swung it round his head once and spun it in his hand testing it for balance and when he was satisfied he said, “Come on Harris. We don’t have all night and I promised you a good seeing to.”
“Ok, so not always poetic!” Thought Xander.
Back in the basement, Spike put down the huge sword and threw his coat on a chair. “Come ‘ere you.” He said. Xander stood in front of him and took his tee shirt in both hands. Spike lifted up and the garment joined the coat on the chair. Xander licked at Spike’s throat tasting his skin and drawing the Adam’s apple into his mouth as far as he could. Spike began to purr and the low rumbles vibrated along his lover’s tongue. He licked down Spike’s throat and along the groove between his pecks. The young man sucked at each of the vampire’s pale pink nipples, making them stand proud and tight. He nipped at them and Spike gasped.
He trailed his tongue down the bleach-blond’s flat stomach and firm abs, kneeling to undo the button fly of taut black jeans. Spike’s stiff cock immediately sprung free of the denim.
“Commando again? Why d’you never wear underwear?” Xander asked.
“Don’t own any, saves on the washing and why delay the inevitable?” Spike bumped against Xander’s lips with the head of his tool as if to make his point.
Xander opened his mouth and let the smooth cock pass over his teeth and down his throat. Not too far though. He was not a vampire and he still needed to breathe. Besides he had yet to get the hang of deep throating.
He caressed Spike’s velvety ball sac with his palm as he held the prick at its base. The vampire began a series of low chesty rumbles. Xander knew he was making his lover feel really good. He moved his other hand to pinch and press Spike’s cool ass cheeks, finding the groove at the base of his spine; the brunette ran a hot finger into the moist space and pushed against the puckered opening. Spike growled and began to thrust. His knees buckled as he lent over the boy, whispering breathlessly, “Let’s take this to the bed, Xan. We don’t have long and I need it now, Sweetmeat.”
Xander stood and stripped. Spike struggled with his laces but it wasn’t long before they were both naked on the bed.
Spike lay on his front and wriggled his arse provocatively. Xander knelt between the other’s legs and spread the vampire’s pale cheeks apart. Spike sighed as the boy licked tentatively at the hole and blew, teasing for a few seconds more before he introduced a spit-wet finger. He groaned as his lover crooked the digit against his prostate, feeling that sweet ache all the way from his gut to his toes. He raised his arse further, as if he was presenting.
“Xanpet, I don’t think we have time for one finger, two finger, three finger. Can’t we just cut straight to fuck?” His voice was deep and full of sexual craving.
“And you know what?” Xander reflected. “Still more romantic than…. Okay, so not going there right now!”
Xander spat on his hand and rubbed it over the head of his dick. He introduced his cock to Spike’s tight opening. There was clearly not enough lubrication, but Spike was determined and pushed back, impaling himself on the rock hard tool. Xander began to move and Spike’s grunts seemed to time themselves with the thrusts.
“Oh, God yes!” Panted Xander.
“Oh, fuck yes!” Moaned Spike.
“Verb or adjective?”
“J F G O W I!!” Spike growled through gritted teeth, reaching underneath to pull his own hood at the same pace as Xander’s strokes.
Their rutting became even more aggressive. Xander slapped the other’s ass and the vampire snarled into the pillow. Something about the noises coming from Spike made Xander abruptly stop. He realised that in the few months they had been doing this, they’d never tried it face to face. “Turn over.” He commanded, withdrawing.
“No!”
“Please turn over Wil’.” Xander whispered gently into his ear.
Spike reluctantly rolled over to reveal the visage of the vampire. He’d bitten his own forearm and there was blood on his lips and fangs. But to Xander he looked beautiful and the young man knew then that he loved the creature. Gone was the worry and fear. He gently traced a finger over the brow ridges and down the hardened bridge of Spike’s nose. He looked deep into soulless yellow eyes, and for an instant there was something more. “I love you.” He murmured.
“But…”
“Shhh.” Xander ran his tongue down a fang and pressed it against the tip of the longest canine. Instantly there was blood. He let it drip into his lover’s mouth. The vampire savoured it for a moment and then swallowed. Hungry for more, he pulled Xander down into a passionate, tongued kiss.
“I love you so much.” He sighed into Xander’s mouth. “Fuck me, please?!”
Xander’s neglected hard-on agreed and he re entered his lover, raising Spike’s legs over his shoulders. Spike gripped Xander’s buttocks as the boy pistoned in and out, heading towards his climax. When the dark haired man came, he slumped onto the blond, wailing into Spike’s shoulder. Howling, the vampire followed his lover over the edge.
Then it was silent. Well except for Xander’s heavy breath. The two held each other in a sweaty embrace and when Xander looked up, it was into the handsome, human face of the demon. He slipped himself out and moved so that his head was in the crook of Spike’s arm. Spike kissed soft brown hair, “Hey, no post coital kipping! We have places to be and demons to fight.”
“Mmmm,” Sighed Xander, but he was already drifting.