Juliatheyounger
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Email: juliatheyounger@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: These characters are not mine and have been merely purloined from the wonderfully creative mind of Joss Whedon, the rest of the Buffy writers and their associated companies.
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Spoilers: Up to Entropy in Season 6 of Buffy
Summary: Xander confronts Spike about certain events in Entropy.
Feedback: Yes please!
Author’s Note: This is set post Entropy. Anything else in season 6 never happened, particularly Seeing Red.
Spike decided he was being an idiot and went out for a drink. Waiting for a knock on the door was two notches below the patheticness of waiting for a phone call, and three levels of patheticness below waiting for a letter.
He had half a mind to just pack up and leave again and be done with it.
*****
So what if Xander happened to remember the exact address written in that neat copperplate script. It didn’t mean he was going to go to said address and see Spike.
Go and see Spike and say what? Hey Spike I’ve been dreaming about you sticking your cock up my ass, how bout it?
There was no point. Just like there had been no point staying that night.
So why the hell was he turning his car onto the highway and not taking the left back to his place?
Crap.
******
Spike played a couple more games of pool then headed back to the bar for one last drink or three. Long time til dawn. Too many hours to kill.
*****
Xander walked back to his car. Of course Spike hadn’t been there. What had he expected? He probably only arranged to pick his mail up at the hotel. He probably had left a couple of days ago. Hadn’t waited. Why would he?
Fuck, how embarrassing. At least he hadn’t told anyone he was driving all the way to L.A. to see Spike. See Spike who didn’t even know he was coming and probably wouldn’t have been there anyway even if he had.
“Harris?”
Xander froze, two feet from his car. He gulped, then turned.
“Spike?”
Spike was standing there staring at him. He looked…good. Not exactly the same, but close to it. And he seemed…more confident somehow, a Spike Xander remembered from much earlier.
“Uh, hey, you are here. Knocked on the door, but obviously you were out-‘
The panic that swept across Spike’s face floored Xander.
“Bloody hell, Harris, what happened, is Dawn all right?”
“Huh?” Xander frowned. Oh duh, of course, Spike thought something bad had happened, why else would *he* be here in response to a letter to *Dawn*?
“Oh! No, no, Dawn’s fine. She uh, got your postcard, you should expect a very long reply any day soon.”
Spike shrugged, studied nonchalance quickly covering the relief in his expression. “Just wanted to make sure Bit was all right,” he said.
“She was pleased to hear from you,” said Xander looking at Spike.
Spike returned Xander’s look steadily.
“Yet *you* came to see me,” he noted.
“Yeah well, the Dawnster’s only fifteen, not exactly legal road-trip to L.A. age yet.”
Spike glanced towards the horizon, which was actually still quite black.
“Getting near sunrise, you want to have this conversation inside?”
Oh yeah, did Xander ever. Loser, he told himself as he followed Spike into the hotel.
*******
Spike did not acknowledge the pleasure that had shot through him when he had seen Xander Harris outside the hotel. It didn’t help that he was ever so slightly drunk but he kept his expression neutral as he led the way into the hotel lobby. So, Xander had come after all. Spike didn’t know how he felt about that.
Punching the buttons in the lift somewhat viciously, he resolutely avoided eye contact with the human. Harris looked good. Bit thinner, hair a bit longer, bit…happier.
The lift bell dinged as the doors opened on Spike’s floor. He put the hotel room swipe card in the lock and opened the door.
Xander followed Spike inside and looked around the small hotel room.
“Nice place Spike,” he said. He picked up a menu. “Ooh room service.”
Spike took off his duster. Emotions and desires that had been ruthlessly repressed now filled him. Xander had come here for no other reason than to see him. And now what?
“So, um, how’s life not on the hellmouth?” Xander asked as he turned back to Spike.
Spike didn’t respond. His eyes swept over Xander, looking for…something. Xander caught his eye and a flush of pink coloured the human’s cheeks. It was all the answer Spike needed. He closed the distance between him and Xander.
Xander’s heart was beating too quickly and his breathing was shallow as Spike leant in close. He suppressed a shudder of desire and murmured in Xander’s ear. “I’m slightly drunk, so lets not bother with the awkward conversation and jump straight to the part where I fuck you.”
Xander’s swallowed hard. “Yeah, sounds like a plan to me.”
And then Spike kissed him.
Warm. So warm. Spike drank up the feeling. He’d been wanting…wanting…needing this for so long. He cupped Xander’s face in both hands and just kissed. And Xander responded. Warm lips parted and a warm tongue found his. Spike sighed into the kiss.
But then Xander pulled back.
“Spike-“ he gasped, panting slightly.
Spike leant forward to capture that mouth again, but Xander pulled away some more.
“What?” Spike asked, slightly dazed.
“Wait. What…I mean, Spike, this isn’t going to solve anything. Ok, except for my sexual frustration.”
Spike stepped back. He was suddenly too sober for this.
“Right.”
Xander ran his hands through his hair. “Ok. Here’s the thing. Ok. I have to tell you something and then if you still want to do the…what we were just doing, then I’m good with that.”
Spike looked at him carefully, then nodded.
“Go on then.”
“Ok.” Xander took a deep breath. “I want you. I’ve been fantasising about you. I want to see where something between us could go. And I need to know whether you want me too or if I’m going to have to have great sex then leave again. Because I can deal either way, but I need to know.”
Spike considered Xander for a moment then stepped closer to him. Xander trembled under Spike’s gaze as it ran over his face. And then Spike’s fingers found the edge of Xander’s shirt and tugged him closer. Xander shut his eyes for a second as Spike’s lips ghosted across his cheek.
“What part of ‘I fuck you’ didn’t you understand pet?” he breathed. Spike seemed to shudder slightly then he added. “I want Harris. I want.”
And then Xander felt lips upon his own. Lightly touching at first, cold, but so hot at the same time. A tentative, tender, exploring kiss that slowly built and grew until Spike was possessing him with such force that Xander finally had to pull away, breathing heavily. And then he was pulling Spike back to him, wanting more, needing more.
And then Spike was tugging at his shirt, and he was fumbling at Spike’s belt, and they were moving in the general direction of the bed, stripping off each other’s clothes.
Spike tore his lips from Xander’s and moved behind him, moulding his body against Xander’s back. His lips playing at his ear, at his throat, at the curve of his shoulder, while his hands ran almost reverently down over Xander’s chest, over his stomach to his hips. Spike pushed Xander’s boxes down and sighed with pleasure as his own naked flesh came in contact with the curve of Xander’s buttocks. His hands found Xander’s erection and he was rewarded as Xander groaned and pressed back against him. Spike rocked against Xander, his cock pressing between warm cheeks and his hands stroking, exploring, touching…So warm.
“Bed pet?” he murmured in Xander’s ear. A gulped yes was the reply. And somehow they navigated forward those few steps. Xander lay face down on the bed and Spike gently parted Xander’s thighs and knelt between them. He ran his hand over the smooth, nearly muscled back, wanting more of that warmth, more contact. And then down over the smooth globes of Xander’s backside, and underneath to tease the sensitive flesh.
Xander felt like he was burning. Spike’s hands roamed over his body, touching him in places that made him shiver, arousing him until he ached. And then suddenly Spike wasn’t touching him anymore. A groan of disappointment escaped Xander before he felt the mattress sink down again.
“My turn,” murmured Spike and Xander felt his butt cheeks being parted and shivered as very cold, wet fingers pressed against him. He snickered softly and then moaned in pleasure as those slick wet fingers did what they intended to do. Oh fuck, so good. Xander hoped it had felt this good for Spike. Hoped he had felt this burning, aching pleasure this….oh yeah…desperate need for…
“More,” he gasped.
Spike groaned at Xander’s lust, no, *need* filled voice. He bent over Xander’s body, bracing himself with one arm, and, as he dragged his lips down that warm, burning hot back, he pushed in. He had to still, had to stop, couldn’t move or he’d cum. It was too intense. Xander was so tight, so hot…so wanting…
“Spike-“ Xander gasped out.
“God, pet,” breathed Spike, resting his forehead on Xander’s shoulder. After a moment he drew his hips back, making Xander gasp again and arch under him. And then Spike slammed forward and couldn’t hold back. He pounded into Xander’s hot, tight, willing, wanting, *needing* body, feeling every shudder, every gasp, every pounding heartbeat.
“Spike!” the word was cried out - passionate, gasped, almost ecstatic. “Fuck, yes, Spike!” And Spike felt like he would burn up from the pleasure, as Xander’s muscles clenched in response to the orgasm that made him writhe and convulse under Spike. Spike managed one more thrust and then he was jerking and stiffening and filling Xander full of his own cold cum.
He lay on the warm body, panting for no good physical reason. Finally he shifted slightly and went to roll off.
“Don’t move,” murmured Xander, a hint of childish pleading in his tone. “Nice, comfy.”
So Spike didn’t. He lay on Xander, listening to the heartbeat under his ear, Xander’s steady, dozing breath and all the other myriad sounds of a healthy, nicely fucked human body.