Ame's Insanity (amejisuto) wrote in ames_weirdness, @ 2010-01-09 00:47:00 |
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Entry tags: | buffy tvs, damned!verse, spike/xander |
Everlasting Love -- Spike/Xander Rated NC17 5/5
Title: Everlasting Love
Author: amejisuto
Fandom: BTVS
Summary: Weird weather invades Sunnydale and Xander tries to bring the Scoobies together to figure out what’s happening, while at the same time he figures out that his vampire roomate has a crush on him.
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Written back in 2005 for the CoSoRaOb Ficathon. Prompt information below the cut.
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be. No harm, no foul, no money made.
Warnings: Nerd bashing, male/male sex, swearing, violence, biting. All the good stuff.
Beta'd by kitty_poker1
Part Five
“Well, that was not fun.” By the time they left the Magic Box fog had rolled in, making Sunnydale look as creepy as it actually was. Xander walked side by side with Spike until he got to his car, fished out his keys, unlocked the doors and threw them at the vampire. “You’ve got the super night sight, you drive. My brain is tired.”
“Right.” Xander buckled his seat belt and slouched in his seat as Spike carefully pulled onto the road. It was hard for Xander to see more than five feet in front of the car and he was glad that Spike was there. He just wanted to figure out if the Geeky Trio had anything to do with the weather, possibly let Spike beat the crap out of Warren and go home.
Buffy hadn’t taken the news that he and Spike were together that well. Willow had mainly been mad because he had never told her he was bi or gay or whatever he was now. Now she wanted to have lunch and talk about starting a gay support group for the Sunnydale area, even though he tried to tell her he was still figuring it out.
Buffy was upset that Spike had seemed to change his mind about her, but Xander had asked her point blank if she really wanted Spike, because he really did want the vampire, snarky attitude, overprotective qualities, bloody mugs in the sink and all. However, he knew Buffy; once she had time to think about it, she’d be okay as long as he was happy. And, despite being tired, he was happy.
He looked over at Spike and saw his jaw was clenched just a bit too tight. He bit back a sigh, knowing the other man could clearly hear him. “I want you for you, I need you to know that. Not just for the way you’re beginning to make me feel, but because you know that I like sour cream in my hash browns, and you know that I actually watch the news. You know me, better than anyone else right now. And I’d like for you to know me more, to get to the point where you know everything about me without me even saying a thing and I want to learn everything about you. Even the icky killing stuff and how great you had it with Dru and what you really did with Angelus. I want to learn the stuff that no one has ever taken the time to learn about you before.”
Spike looked over at him and Xander could almost feel the weight of his gaze. He felt weird, saying something like that so early in a relationship. All he needed to do now was declare his undying love and go on for about ten minutes about the blueness of Spike’s eyes to turn into a total girl.
“No one has ever said that to me, not in over a hundred and forty years. Thank you, Xander. I…I want that too.” Spike turned his eyes back to the road and Xander found himself grinning goofily once again. Spike wanted what he wanted. They had similar goals in their relationship. They’d probably even score high on those stupid quizzes Anya used to make him take out of her women’s magazines. It was so sweet that if he weren’t one of the people in the relationship he’d probably be sick.
“I also want to see you, legs in the air, writhing at my touch. Want to pierce your pretty nipples, put gold hoops in there and use my tongue to tug on them, make you scream. Want to learn every kink you ever denied yourself and do every single one of them with you, and then I’ll teach you some new ones. Gonna chain you in bed next week, the first day just to rest but the next few days you’ll still be there and we’ll play. All. Week. Long.”
“You just love having the last word, don’t you?” Xander couldn’t help but shift in his seat as his cock all of a sudden leapt to attention at his vampire’s words. He really, really wanted it to be Friday.
*****
They drove around for what felt like hours, but with the fog and the darkness it was hard to see unusual wires or anything out of place. In Xander’s head there was a picture of giant batteries or a huge wheel with Andrew or Jonathon being forced by Warren to run, creating a big spark, and he realized it was time to go home before his brain got even odder. Spike turned the car around and they went back to what was now their apartment. Their home.
Spike all but carried him into the building and propped him up against the wall of the elevator as they made their way up. Xander was bone tired, so many things had happened today and it was only nine o’clock.
He and Spike had talked more in the car, telling each other stories like the time he’d eaten too much jello salad and puked lime green for two days, or when Drusilla had decided that Spike should play Rocky in a local showing of Rocky Horror and had tried to kill the guy doing the live show while on stage. Xander didn’t know that murder could be funny but since it was in the past there was nothing he could do about it but laugh.
Besides, the idea of Spike in a gold lame underwear and boots was a damn good idea. He could see where she was coming from. Plus there was the added annoyance factor of Spike getting flustered every time he started singing, “Toucha-toucha-touch me, creature of the night!”
In fact that was what he was doing now, under his breath of course. Still, it was causing Spike to grumble and grump as he hauled Xander down the hall to their apartment by his arm. As the door closed behind them, Xander leaned on Spike and giggled.
“Does Drusilla have a cell phone, or even know how to use a phone? Cause I bet I could get all sorts of fun dirt on you from her. I bet she knows all your fun spots too.”
Spike rolled his eyes and Xander could tell he was fighting off a chuckle. “You’re so tired you’re loopy, Xan. C’mon, have a bit of a lie down and see if you make better sense. You should be running screaming from the idea of talking to Dru, not trying to call her up.”
“Like you’d let anything happen to me.” Xander peeled himself off Spike and went to the phone table. He played back his messages while emptying his pockets of the miscellaneous crap he collected through the day. Spike disappeared into the kitchen for blood.
There were three useless messages on his machine, one from his boss confirming his week off, and one from Buffy.
“Hey guys! First things first, we think Willow found the little rats. There’s an old warehouse on the north side of town that’s been sucking down electricity like there’s no tomorrow. It’s either some funky machine or they’re throwing the geek version of a rave, which is a scary thought if you stop and think about it.”
She stopped and Xander could picture her in his head, running her hand through her hair and then pulling on it in frustration. “Listen, Xander, I didn’t thank you or Spike for taking care of Dawn. I’m sorry you had to. So…thanks. And if you guys are really, well, okay with each other I guess I am too. Or will be. It’s just…kinda hard and for a while there it was like Spike was the only one who made me feel alive. I want to feel that again, but I guess I’ll have to find another way. I don’t know. How did everything get so messed up, Xander? I talked to Tara earlier, after you two left. She thinks I might need counseling. I may try it. Just…gimme a call later, okay? I really miss you. And I’ll get okay with you boinking the evil undead after I rag on you about Angel for a week or two, promise.”
Xander had to smile at that last bit. He had to admit; he was in for some major teasing about Angel. He made a note to call Buffy in the morning on a scratch pad beside the phone. While he’d been listening to the messages, Spike had moved from kitchen and was leaning against the bedroom wall, waiting.
Xander felt a flutter of anticipation as well as nervousness somewhere in his middle. He really did want this with Spike, but he was afraid. Not so much of the whole man on man thing, which again was weird. He was afraid of what he’d be afraid of with any other lover too, afraid of not being enough, of making a fool of himself.
Mainly he was afraid of losing himself to his partner’s wants. That had happened with Anya; he’d been overpowered so much by her demands and her wants that he forgot to think about his own. The only reason he’d proposed was because she’d been hinting at it since Riley had left the winter before.
And Spike was just so powerful, both strength wise and personality wise. It would be so easy to get pulled into his shadow. And Xander didn’t want that this time, he really wanted to be as equal as he could be, considering that Spike had a century of experience and could easily break him like a twig.
Spike must have sensed his nervousness. He pushed himself off the wall and walked over, taking Xander into his arms. “Don’t worry, pet, not gonna do anything tonight, with you so knackered. Let’s just get you into bed a bit early, yeah?”
Xander leaned into Spike and hugged him gratefully. “Thanks, Spike. This is all just so new and my brain is doing weird things and…well, when we make love the first time I kinda would like to be fully aware and not feeling like I have to force my eyes open.”
Spike kissed him gently on the forehead before leading him to the bedroom. “Believe me, Xan, when we make love you’ll be more than aware.”
*****
Waking up with Spike wrapped around him like a vampiric blanket was an odd feeling. Not bad, and something he could definitely get used to, just different. Spike didn’t have the soft round curves that Xander was used to. He was sharp edges and hard muscles. Spike felt heavier than he looked, almost as if he was more solid, more there.
He was tangled up in Spike’s arms and he didn’t need to get up and get ready for work for another hour. Going to bed early definitely had its advantages. He thought for a moment before carefully wriggling his way out of Spike’s arms to make a trip to the bathroom. Any experimenting that might be going on would be much more fun if he was minty fresh.
He’d gone to bed with boxer shorts the night before, but he didn’t pull them back on after he relieved himself and washed up. He very carefully crawled back in bed beside Spike and really looked at him.
His hair was ungelled and was curled into near ringlets. They were platinum blonde with darker roots. The scar that Buffy had told them had come from the first Slayer Spike had killed in his one eyebrow, the beautiful, sharp cheekbones, the wonderful pale pink lips that were curved into a gentle smile. Back up to see bright blue eyes looking straight at him. Xander blushed, embarrassed to be caught.
“Umm, hey.”
“Hey yourself. You can look, you know, you can even touch.” Spike smiled and Xander rose up to give him a good morning kiss. It still felt kind of odd, kissing a man, but all thoughts like that went out the window when Spike pulled him closer and twined one arm around Xander to stroke the line of his backbone.
Xander jumped just slightly at the touch, and that just brought him so much closer to the man sharing his bed. He gasped and Spike pulled away, watching him. He purposely lifted his leg and swung it over Spike’s, opening himself up so that their cocks touched. He was rewarded with the sight of Spike’s eyes starting to transform from deep blue to a feral gold. Xander was surprised to realize he wanted that fierceness, wanted Spike out of control.
The next few minutes were lost in a flurry of touches and caresses. Xander set about learning his lover, finding out what Spike liked while at the same time Spike seemed determined to drive him insane. Xander found out that Spike loved having the hollow above his collarbone bitten, and Spike found that spot on the back of Xander’s leg that was guaranteed to have him begging for more.
Finally Xander was panting for breath and he could feel just how aroused they both were. Another movement, another soft touch or nip at this throat and he’d come. He glanced quickly at the clock and saw that he still had plenty of time. He leaned over and licked the outer shell of Spike’s ear before whispering. “If you want, there’s massage oil in the bathroom, somewhere. We can… you know.”
Spike chuckled. “Shouldn’t be doing it if you can’t say it. You sure, pet?”
Xander thrust his cock against Spike’s. “Very sure. I’m going to pop I’m so sure so if you want, better hurry.”
Spike leaned over and fumbled under the bed before pulling the bottle of oil out. “Got this while you were sleeping last night, didn’t want to ruin the mood by having to go through cupboards for ten bloody minutes.”
Xander rolled onto his back and opened his legs as far as they would comfortably go, bracing with his feet flat on the bed. “Good plan. Now fuck me, please!”
Spike moved in between Xander’s legs and poured some of the oil onto the base of Xander’s cock so it could trickle down to his entrance. Xander gasped at the sensation and Spike took the opportunity for another kiss before pulling away to prepare him.
“Not gonna fuck you, luv, gonna make love to you. You’re going to feel so damn good when I’m through with you, you won’t believe it.”
Xander could believe it. The feelings that Spike’s fingers alone were creating almost had him arching off the bed. He’d played with his prostate before, but no one else had and having fingers that weren’t his own reaching for that spot had him impossibly harder. He grabbed at the base of his cock, hoping to keep himself from orgasming.
“Ready, Xander?” He opened his eyes to look into Spike’s and realized that he must have zoned out for a moment or two, trying to keep himself together. Spike was giving him this last chance to back out but Xander wasn’t going to take it. Instead he leaned forward and gave Spike a quick kiss before falling back, his head hitting the pillow with a “whoosh”.
“Ready, Spike, want you inside me. Want you to be part of me.”
The feeling of having Spike enter him was incredible. He’d always thought there would be pain, even a little bit, but there wasn’t. There was stretching and a feeling of fullness, of completion. As soon as Spike was all the way in he wasted no time; he rocked his hips back and let his lover know that he wanted “More!”
He was so close and thought that Spike was too. At the very least, his new lover didn’t tease him in the slightest. That would be for other days when they had plenty of time. Spike just set a fairly rapid pace, holding his legs open and pounding into him. After a few moments Spike changed positions, throwing Xander’s legs over his shoulders while still thrusting in and out. Xander groaned at the change and squirmed. His cock was now trapped between his body and Spike’s and the added friction just felt so good.
Spike got even closer, his thrusts got even harder and he leaned forward to kiss Xander. It was the type of kiss that would have left his toes curling if it weren’t for the fact he was being fucked so nicely that he couldn’t really feel his legs. All his focus was on Spike’s cock going in and out of his channel and his own cock as it rubbed against Spike’s abdomen.
He felt Spike lick against the side of his neck and wasn’t frightened for even a second. Instead he arched his neck, letting Spike do what he wanted. When Spike’s pace faltered he opened his eyes to look into the demonic face of his lover.
“Do it, Spike, I want you to. I trust you.”
Spike closed his eyes tight for just a moment before opening them back up again. “God, Xander, you’re so fucking beautiful like this. All spread out, taking me in, taking all of me. Love you, Xander.”
Xander gasped but couldn’t respond because Spike was suckling at the side of his neck. A cool hand replaced his own around his cock but instead of gripping the base Spike started stroking him in time to his thrusts.
Xander felt as if every muscle in his body was tensing and knew he was about to come. “Please, Spike, I can’t hold on! Bite me!”
Spike growled against his neck and that was it for Xander. He felt his orgasm start just as a sharp pain started in his neck. The feeling of Spike feeding from him was incredible, almost as if he was being taken apart and put back together in a new shape. Add to that the feeling of his own climax and Spike’s thrusting even harder inside him before exploding himself and the satisfaction was just too much. He screamed out his pleasure at the top of his voice.
“God! Spike! So fucking good!”
Xander lay there with his lover as long as he could, kissing and touching some more. Post-sex snuggles. And when it was finally time to get up and get ready for work he was able to embrace Spike one more time and whisper, “I love you too.”
*****
The bite mark on his neck was high and Xander did nothing to hide it. In fact, he’d worn a low-neck shirt under his work shirt and made sure it could be seen.
Work had been a mess of moving work crews that could be used to help clean up from one area of Sunnydale to another and signing paperwork so the workers that weren’t benefiting from the rain damage could get unemployment. Most of his co-workers had noticed the mark but they all just assumed it was a regular hickey. Of course, the grin on his face pretty much advertised he’d had damn good sex.
After work he’d gone home and picked up Spike before going over to the Magic Box to plan what to do with the nerds. Spike had a self-satisfied look to him but if you knew him well enough you could see past the smirk and find the happy smile he was trying to hide.
And Xander was happy to note he knew him well enough.
Dawn was still at school -- classes had gone back to regular schedule today -- but Tara had actually smirked at them. Tara!
Xander was caught between embarrassment and happiness that at least one of his friends was glad he “gotten his end away”.
Buffy and Willow were both looking at him oddly, but that was only to be expected. After all, they didn’t know about the chip not working, and Willow had never felt what a bite meant to a vampire and his lover. Come to think of it, the only time Angel had bitten Buffy was that one time when he’d been poisoned; Xander really doubted that he’d been able to control the bite like Spike had.
Spike had made sure that there was no pain with Xander’s bite, only intense pleasure. That was one of the benefits of being a Master Vampire from what little he understood. He’d have to ask Spike to show him all of the others.
Tara closed the shop early as Willow pulled up the address for the warehouse where they suspected Warren and his buddies were hiding. Xander felt sort of sorry for them, well, for Jonathon at least. He didn’t really know Andrew but Jonathon wasn’t that bad, he just needed friends and tended to fall into the wrong crowd.
“Here’s the warehouse, at the end of Oak Street. There are a lot of trees and the like around the area but it’s on the north end of town and is on a hill, well, sort of. It’s higher than most areas of Sunnydale, at any rate. They’ve tapped into the power grid illegally. I created a computer virus that in will alert the power company that they’re stealing power, and they’ll send someone out to investigate.”
“Great job, Wills! That’s too cool!” Xander grinned at his friend. It was nice seeing her create havoc without the magic. Tara must have thought so too because she gave Willow a big smile. He hoped that they would get back together, but only if that was what they both wanted.
“Will it be dangerous for them? I mean, what if the power company sends someone out and Warren freezes him, or has Jonathon use some weird spell? I don’t want anyone innocent getting hurt. And it’s not like we can call them up and tell them to watch out for nerds that are armed and possibly dangerous.”
Spike jumped up to sit on the counter. “You can always lie, you know. Works quite well for other people usually. Send a message with that virus that says it’s a white-supremacist group, some sort of cult. Better yet, say that they’re terrorists, even though they’re not you’ll have more police, Army, FBI and three letter word organizations down there than you can shake a stick at. Should scare them silly, even if they’re not arrested.”
Xander grinned and walked over to give his lover a kiss. “Great idea, Spike, positively evil. You’ve still got it.”
Spike brushed his hand against the bite mark on Xander’s neck, making him shiver. “Mmmm, you say the sweetest things, pet, calling me evil. Flattery will get you everywhere.”
Xander laughed and turned so that his back was leaning against Spike’s legs. Willow looked confused but accepting; that was good. Buffy looked jealous, but he knew her and knew that she wasn’t jealous over him or Spike, just jealous that they had each other. She’d get over it eventually. Hell, he got over his fiancée leaving with his pseudo-father figure. He could actually wish them well. It would just take time for them to adjust, that was all.
It wasn’t as if he was surprising anyone with his choice of a demon for a lover. Nothing new there.
“So that’s it. We call the cops, well, email them, and the FBI and whatever, and they get carted off to a nice jail cell where Andrew and Jonathon will most likely crack under pressure and make a deal with the DA and send Warren up the river. And we don’t have to worry about going out and doing the fighty thing?”
He could hear Spike snort under his breath at the use of the term “fighty thing”, but Willow and Buffy got it. They always got his odd use of the American language. Willow bounced in her seat and he was afraid she’d knock the laptop off the table. “Nope, we should be able to do everything from here. I’d forgotten how much fun hacking could be!”
Buffy grinned. “This is good. I almost wish we could do all our slaying from computerland; it doesn’t make such a mess and, let me tell you, after some of the crap I’ve seen at the Doublemeat Palace, I’m sick of messes. You should have been there the other day when they cleaned out the grease pit. You could have hidden whole bodies down there and no one would know. I’m just glad I put the slayage on that old woman with the snake head.”
They all looked at Buffy oddly but it was Willow who asked… “What old woman?”
*****
“Thanks, Spike, that was good.”
“Anything for you, Xan, even god awful teenybopper music.” They’d started really talking at the Magic Box, so after Willow had sent her little whistle-blowing virus they’d picked up Dawn from the friend’s house she’d gone to after school and they’d all gone to the Bronze, Spike included.
It was nice, talking to his friends for the first time in what seemed like ages. Buffy and Dawn doing their sisterly fussing. Tara and Willow talking and not fighting. They still weren’t doing any cuddling or even dancing but they were at least working things out, it looked like.
The Bronze had been nearly empty since it was Tuesday, and finally they had ended up taking the girls home before finally going home themselves. It was still early, but the clouds were clearing up and Xander could actually see a few stars in the sky.
He and Spike had played pool when not talking to the girls or frightening guys away from Dawn, something the teenager was furious about, but most of them were chicken hawks. Buffy would try to scare them but, unless she gave her slayerness away, her physical presence didn’t do it. However, Spike playing with a knife while talking about dangly bits and Xander folding his arms and doing his best glower did seem to scare most idiots away, and if Buffy saw Spike sucker punch that one she wasn’t saying.
The best part about the night, other than seeing Spike’s ass as he bent over to make a shot at pool, was that for the first time since Buffy’s birthday the year before they were all together, just hanging out. Getting to know each other again.
He’d gone off into a corner with Willow and Buffy and just talked, told them how worried he was for them and upset with himself that he couldn’t fix it. By the time he’d rejoined Spike he had to brush away a few tears and his ribs had been tested by slayer strength hugs once again. There was still a lot of work to be done to fix their relationships, but it was a start.
Xander smiled as he rode up in the elevator. He was holding hands with his lover, the same lover both Willow and Buffy had threatened in a friendly kind of way. Then the funny part happened and Tara threatened him if he ever hurt Spike’s feelings. His vampire had looked very cute when flustered like that, he’d have to try to do it himself sometime.
They reached the apartment and Xander went inside to change into some comfortable clothes. Spike piled up on the couch with the remote and immediately started flipping through channels.
“What is that you’ve been humming all night, Xan? It’s getting stuck in my bloody head, you’ve been singing it so much.”
Xander pulled on an old green tee shirt and a pair of cut-off sweat pants and went to sit by Spike on the couch. “What song? I haven’t been humming any song, have I?”
“You have too! It’s under your breath so the others couldn’t hear it but I can and it’s going round and round.” Spike hummed a few bars and Xander couldn’t help the blush that spread across his face.
“It’s an old 80’s song, it used to be one of my favorites and I guess I’ve been thinking about it. I need an everlasting love, I need a friend and a lover divine. An everlasting precious love, wait for it, wait for it, give it some time.” Xander blushed even harder at the Look Spike was giving him. “I guess, well, that’s kind of what I was hoping for, for us, friends and lovers. And…”
Spike stopped him with another one of those toe-curling kisses, nibbling on his lips before dipping his tongue into Xander’s mouth, mapping out all the sensitive places inside. One of Xander’s hands found it’s way into Spike’s hair, loosening the curls from their stiff confines as the other hand found it’s way to the back of Spike’s waist band and just felt the muscles that moved in his back.
Finally Spike pulled away, leaving Xander breathless. Spike looked almost like he needed to breath too, and Xander could see gold glints starting to form in those blue depths, even by the light of the television.
“C’mon pet, we’ll see just how good two friends can be as lovers, eh?”
Spike stood up and, before Xander could say another word, his lover was pulling him into the bedroom. “What is it with you pulling me everywhere? And you left the TV on!”
“Fuck the telly, Xan, and I’m not pulling you anywhere you don’t want to go.”
“Don’t fuck the TV, fuck me. And just because I want you to fuck me doesn’t mean you have to haul me around.”
“Just thought it was time to do that frisking I promised, luv. Now, hands against the wall and spread ‘em.”
“…Oh! What…Spike!”
Unnoticed by either of them, the television droned on in the living room.
And in local news today authorities arrested three local men who reportedly were engaged in terrorist activities. No word on their identities as of yet, but officials did confirm the presence of several unusual devices, including some possible bomb making materials, and they were apprehended during investigation of a drain on the local power grid. The alleged suspects will be going before the Magistrate’s Office in the morning, but it is possible that their case will be moved to the Federal Courts.
In other news it looks like the weather is finally clearing up. When we return from our commercial break Jim will be telling us all about the sunny spring weather we can look forward to for the rest of this week.
~Fini~