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Coerced Part 3
“I don’t see why we had to go in the daylight, Pet,” Spike grumbled from under the blanket in the back of Xander’s car. “I had more making up planned.” “I told you, the guys are expecting us, and I’m excited to show you what I’ve found. Plus, I’m hungry and there’s no food in the place. Besides, we’re here. Stay put a sec.” Spike heard a plastic click as Xander slowed the car. Next, he swung it smoothly around a corner and the car stopped in shade. Another click, an electric hum, a rattle, and the area went darker. “Come on out, Spike!” Spike gratefully threw off the blanket and climbed out. “A garage. You’ve got me a garage to sleep in. Thanks, Pet,” Spike said dryly. Xander punched Spike in the arm. “Silly vamp. Come on.” Xander led his love up two steps and opened a door. “Now, the place isn’t perfect. It belongs to one of the bosses at work. His uncle died and left it to him. I can do work on it in exchange for some of the rent and after a year, I can sign a rent-to-own option!” Xander stopped and looked at Spike where he stood on the top step. The vampire kept a straight face for all of ten seconds. “You’re not getting me with that trick again,” Spike said as he crossed the threshold with no trouble. “Garage is part of the house, Pet.” “Damn,” Xander said with a smile. He had hoped to pull the same trick he had when Xander found their apartment. Spike had stood outside the door for several minutes before he got the joke that he was already intended to live there and didn’t need to be invited. Spike stepped into their new home to find paint-spattered Scoobies. Willow was holding a large piece of cardboard which read “Welcome home Spike!” Spike was still surprised by the acceptance with which the Slayer’s crew had embraced him. He knew it was because of Xander. His love had championed his right to be there. Only Dawn wore a frown. Spike met her eyes and cocked a brow. “Not happy to see me, Niblet?” Keeping her arms crossed, the teen stalked over to Spike and kicked him in the shin. Spike refused to react as she glared at him from a height almost matching his own. “That’s for not saying bye.” She kicked his other shin. “That’s for hurting Xander.” Spike cocked his head. “I brought pressies.” The glare was replaced with a grin and a hug. “In that case…” He was enveloped by clean, long girl hair and warm arms as a voice hissed in his ear. “You do that again, and I’ll find you and stake you.” “Understood, Slayer junior.” He glanced over to where Buffy perched on a stool. Through the summer of Glory, he and the Slayer had finally figured out where they stood with one another. They would always chafe one another to some degree, but they’d developed a mutual respect and shared love for Xander. “Pressies?” the blonde quipped, getting right to the point. “After the tour.” Willow and Tara swooped in for their group hug. Spike enjoyed having both arms full of ripe women until Xander cleared his throat. Oz lifted his chin in greeting from where he sat cross-legged on the floor. Spike nodded in return. The greetings were made all around as Xander waited impatiently to conduct the tour. Finally, Spike turned to Xander. “So, Pet. Show me around Chez Harris.” “Getting this place was just good timing, really,” Xander grinned as he stood proudly in the darkly-paneled living room. “It belongs to one of the foremen at work. His aunt and uncle lived here, but they unfortunately died in a car wreck last year. The estate had just been settled, and he didn’t know what to do with it. He wanted my opinion on fixing the place up. Once I saw it, I talked him into a deal. For a year, I… we rent and I can take up to half of the rent off in work. After that year, we have the option to buy if he decides to let it go!” Spike followed him around and admired the paint jobs everyone had worked on. The bedroom was large, with heavy curtains already in place. The walls were a rich, dark cream color, with the exception of one wall where the head of the bed would sit. That wall was a dark, smooth, crimson. “I fixed up this room first,” Xander explained. “If you don’t like the colors, we can repaint.” “It’s beautiful, Pet. Show me the rest.” A smaller bedroom already held shelves and books. “This is the library slash office.” The third bedroom was empty, the walls painted a calming blue. “This is our guest room. I let the girls pick the color.” The bathroom was huge, with both a Jacuzzi tub and a large shower stall. “Look, Spike. It’s got one of those on-demand water heaters so showers can last forever…” Xander led him to the freshly-scrubbed kitchen. “Kitchen,” he said, then took Spike over to a door next to the one they’d come in. Spike assumed it was a closet. “So this is my bedroom, then? New closet for the vamp?” Spike quipped, a little uneasy despite everything. And the girl’s grins didn’t help matters much. Xander smiled. “Yep,” He opened the door, went in, and pulled Spike through. Spike found himself in a long high-ceiled room. It was maybe fifteen feet wide and twenty long. The ceiling was high on the door end and sloped down to normal ceiling height. To his left there was a little galley kitchen, and over it a small loft. It reminded him on several levels of Giles’ apartment. “See? This part used to be divided off to make an apartment. It was rented out to college students, mostly. The garage was built against it, so you get a fun-shaped room to match the exterior architecture, a small bathroom and loft, and fewer windows.” “And we put mirror tint on those!” Dawn chimed in. “You can have a view with 99% fewer crispy problems!” “Thank you, Pigeon.” “There’s a mini-fridge where you can keep your blood if you want. Not that I mind it being in the kitchen, but you do tend to want to grab snacks naked at inconvenient times.” “Won’t hear me complain,” Buffy said, earning a glare from both Spike and Xander. “What?” “And best of all…” Xander opened a door at the far end. “Another garage. You can drive in here, and park your DeSoto in safety.” “This really is special, Pet.” Xander grinned bigger. “I’m not quite done.” He took Spike’s hand and lead him through the garage to the tinted window in the door. “Look. Side door. Big shade tree. Curb. Tunnel access.” Spike took it all in. “Excuse me, people. I need to snog my boy silly.” Spike grabbed Xander and dipped him into a deep kiss. He held him there until the giggles retreated to the living room. Xander’s face was flushed, he was breathless, and more than half erect when his lover stood him up. “So you like?” “You couldn’t have designed a better place, Pet.” “The apartment and this side of the garage have their own keys. It’s your space to do with as you want, Spike.” “I want to share everything with you,” Spike said, kissing him. “But you don’t have to. That’s the point. Now, I don’t want you storing contraband,” Spike looked hurt. “Or pimping hookers out of here,” Spike pouted. Xander started to giggle. “Or… or setting up a meth lab.” “Oi! You can profit off those!” “They also tend to blow up. But. You can have poker games here. Clem and those few fiends you actually trust can come here. And you can work on the DeSoto. You always grumble about her needing work and you not being able to do it.” “It’s perfect, Sweetheart.” He kissed Xander deeply again. “I don’t have to sleep out in the loft, do I?” “Only if you get too drunk or come home covered in demon ick.” “Fair enough.” “Spike?” “Yeah, Pet?” “Will you hang around longer, now? Not.. not run off every six months. We’ve been together, I mean, if you don’t count when we’ve been apart, we’ve barely been together a year.” Spike pulled his boy close and smoothed his head down to his shoulder. “Shh, Pet. I’m sorry. This is a vampire’s dream here. Endless hot water, tunnel access, tinted windows, big screen TV with surround sound, cherry garage for the ride. What else could a vamp want?” Xander ran his hand down Spike’s back to cup his ass, then pinched, hard. Spike yelped. “How about someone who loves you, you prick?” Spike drew Xander’s head up and looked into his eyes. “Of course. Xander. Even if we lived in a cardboard box, I’d come home to you.” Xander grinned and pulled a bad English accent. “Cardboard box? Luxury! We used to dream of living in a cardboard box!” They laughed and kissed again. “Come on, pillock. I think I heard the Watcher come in, and I smell Chinese take out.”
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