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.
Xander woke up to find himself in bed next to a very muscled, very perfect, male body. He stretched and felt himself grow hard at the very pleasant memory of exactly why he was lying next to Spike. He felt Spike shift beside him and a shiver of desire ran through him as he found himself looking into startling blue eyes.
“Hey,” he said.
“Morning,” replied Spike.
“So this is me waking up next to you,” noted Xander. He couldn’t say it was a bad thing. In fact he felt happier than he had in a very long time.
“Mmm, yeah,” replied Spike, stretching. He was all tousled and the sheet barely covered his hips. “Think I could get used to it.”
Xander couldn’t deny the happy feeling Spike’s words caused. He coughed a bit and sat up slightly.
“So should we have a ‘what now’ talk, or just you know, do some more of that carnal knowledge stuff?”
Spike cocked an eyebrow at him and ran his eyes over Xander speculatively.
“I like the sound of knowing you carnally a little more Harris,” he murmured.
Xander felt himself turning red, but didn’t care.
“But…” Spike continued, tracing his fingers over the creases in the white bed sheet. “I suppose I should tell you, I’m not going back to Sunnydale. Haven’t really decided what I’ll do next.”
Xander felt sinking disappointment. Of course Spike wouldn’t go back. What had he expected? Spike had a life here now. He suddenly realised he had no idea what Spike had been doing since he last saw him so many months ago.
“Yeah, sure, understood,” he said. Then added a little too brightly, and a little too much changing the topic. “So, you gave up the apartment?”
Spike nodded. “I’ve been travelling.”
“Really? Wow. Where?”
Spike smiled softly at Xander’s impressed look. “Let’s see…Europe, Australia, and a bit of the Americas.”
“Ok, and colour me jealous,” grinned Xander.
Spike gave him a crooked grin. “Yeah, see the seven wonders of the world by night. Sort of loses a bit of the attraction I’ll warrant, not that I’d be able to compare.”
Xander rolled onto his stomach and propped himself up on one elbow, getting more comfortable. “You’ve been away all this time?”
“Most of it, yeah,” replied Spike. He glanced at Xander. “Got sick of thinking about you lot.”
“You missed us?”
“Like an abscessing wound that you just want to forget about, yeah.”
Xander grinned.
“I’m touched, seriously.”
Spike looked up then at Xander.
“I’m not sorry you came here,” he added quietly.
Xander swallowed. “Me neither,” he said.
Spike’s eyes didn’t leave Xander’s.
“So you and Anyanka…?”
Xander gave him a rueful smile. “Over. She’s…happier – oh crap, what time is it?” Xander suddenly pulled away from Spike. Spike frowned and rolled over, knocking the radio slightly so he could see the time on it.
“Eight, why?”
“I promised An’ I’d help her with the shop today-“ Xander was out of bed before Spike could reply. A sinking feeling flooded through the vampire.
“Can I use the phone?” Xander asked.
Oh, the phone. Spike felt the relief wash over him and was immediately annoyed at himself for caring one way or the other if Xander left now.
“Over on the table.”
He lay back on the pillow and listened as Xander connected, enjoying the view. He’d spent so long thinking about that body being naked and the different ways he could make it naked, and now here it was, *very* naked. Xander was leaner now, more muscled, less puppy-fat, more man shaped, still…fucking hot. Spike shifted a little, aware of the small tent he’d pitched under the sheet at groin level.
“Anya?….yeah, it’s me….no, I’m ok…I’m just gonna have to cancel for today….I know, I’m sorry, I’m in L.A.- …Um, Spike…” Xander blushed slightly. “Yeah, we did actually...” Spike was surprised to see Xander grin a grin that could only be described as goofy. “Really good…He was…” Another blush and goofy grin. “Yeah he is. Ok An, I’ll see you tomorrow, I promise…Yep…Ok…You too…Bye.”
Spike looked questioningly at Xander. It had sounded very much like Xander Harris had come out to his ex girlfriend over the phone. About him.
Xander grinned and rolled his eyes.
“Anya wanted details.” He came back to the bed.
Spike was watching him carefully.
“You serious pet?” he asked quietly.
“About the details?” Xander asked, stretching out next to Spike.
“No pillock,” said Spike. He tilted his head to one side, studying Xander’s expression. “About giving us a chance.”
Xander looked at Spike. “Yeah,” he said softly. “I’d like to. If that’s ok with you.”
It was Spike’s turn to swallow hard. “All right,” he said.
“I meant what I said last time,” Xander added seriously. “I don’t regret what happened. The only thing I regretted about that night was leaving like I did.”
Spike shook his head. “You had to leave pet, I needed you to…things were fucked up, *we* would’ve just been fucked up…wasn’t ready then.”
“Now though?”
“Now…I don’t need you to leave.”
Xander became suddenly intensely interested in the bed sheets. “I mean, I know you don’t want to go back to Sunnydale, but there’s weekends, I can visit-“ Suddenly Xander found his mouth covered by Spike’s, which effectively made talking pretty much an impossibility. And that was somehow better because it seemed that the kiss, that firm, wanting, seeking...tender…*more* than tender…kiss…contained all the reassurances needed. Finally Spike pulled back, and rested his forehead against Xander’s.
“Why don’t we start here?” he murmured. His hand reached down between them, brushing lightly over Xander’s erection.
“Ok, yeah, I’m good with that,” Xander gasped and pulled Spike back to him for a kiss.
They moved closer, falling back onto the bed, bodies pressing together, hands exploring, bolder, finding places they hadn’t found the night before, rediscovering places they had. Wiggling quite a bit, Xander turned onto his stomach underneath Spike. A flood of desire rushed to Spike’s groin.
“Again?” he asked, the amused tone he was going for marred a little by the sheer lust and wonder in his voice.
“Oh yeah…unless you prefer…?”
Spike had to stop a moment to collect himself.
“Either way pet, I don’t mind,” he said finally and stretched his body out along the length of Xander’s. He reached his arms out and covered the human’s with his own, interlocking their fingers. Warmth, heat…affection. And the anticipation of mind-bending sex.
“Your turn next time,” Xander murmured, wriggling under him a little more.
Spike’s lips grazed Xander’s shoulder and he let out a sigh of pleasure.
Yeah he’d give this a try.
And as he moved a little and leant forward over Xander’s shoulder, so their lips could meet, he saw those dark chocolate eyes full of lust and no pain, not now. And in that moment he thought he could see his own reflection.
Xander’s breath caught in his throat as Spike’s eyes met his. A surge of affection and need filled him.
“Spike-“ he breathed, unable to make the words he needed.
“All right love?”
“Yeah, very all right.”
THE END