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Coercion 12 At the Place of the Sea Xander came downstairs to find the bed ready for him and Spike gone. A note rested on the folded-down blanket. “I really do have an unlife. Back before dawn. Get some sleep. S.” Xander was relieved Spike had gone out. He had no idea what proper etiquette was for addressing someone after they’d read you poetry and jerked you off. “Hey, Spike. Should I buy you flowers now?” Xander set his alarm, snuggled into bed, and lay staring at the empty chair until sleep claimed him. Spike left he house at a dead run. Like the boy with new tennis shoes in the Bradbury story, Spike loved to feel the power of his legs and the whistle of the wind as he ran through Sunnydale’s mostly sleeping streets. He had always thrilled in this aspect of his vampiric nature. His coat snapped around his legs as he ran silently. An occasional alert dog would bark, but could never locate a source of danger. He passed several demons and a pack of fledges who were teasing a stray coed. Not too long ago, Spike would have joined their sport. Tonight, he had a goal. He felt better than he had in many months. The boy had given in. Knowing Xander’s appetite, Spike knew there was no turning back for the boy. Surely after enjoying something that much, he wouldn’t turn his roomie out? After all, Xander had to know that more, and better, was yet to come. No. Xander had to go on. If Spike needed to use his powers of seduction again, he bloody well would. Just after two in the morning, Spike arrived at the ocean. Swiftly, he stripped and stowed his clothing under a set of steps. Body as pale as the sand he strode across, Spike crossed the beach and dove into the surf. He rolled and played, letting the waves roll and batter him. Tiring of this, he let out all his breath and dove deep. The moon this night was bright and helped Spike to find what he sought on the sandy bar just off shore. Many prizes were claimed and rejected as he searched for just the right ones. Spike remained alert for things that lurked even in the water. With a grin, he remembered the time he’d killed a shark by punching into its skull and squishing its tiny brain. He had brought the jaw home to Drusillia as a pretty. An hour’s search yielded results, and Spike surfaced with his treasure. The vampire knew this stretch of beach well, and went right for the open-air shower kindly provided by the park service. A good wash and he was off to run his errands. Xander slapped the snooze bar at it’s first buzz. He stretched, and reached for his morning erection, then froze. He snapped his head to the side and eyed Spike. The vamp lay, apparently asleep, a slight smile on his face. Now that was odd. Maybe Spike wouldn’t regret what they’d done. Xander turned off the clock and climbed out of bed. He hesitated, then gathered his good clothes and went behind the screen. He removed his shorts, careful to not let his ass stick out into the room when he thought he heard something. Xander wheeled around, just knowing Spike would be standing there. He wasn’t, but a shiny surface where none normally was caught his attention. He focused in on the reflection in the side of the toaster and deciphered what he saw as the head rest of the red chair. Damn, Spike wasn’t there. Or was he? Xander poked his head around the screen to see Spike just as he’d left him, only the smile was a bit wider. Waitaminute. What was the toaster doing on that shelf? It used to live across the room. “Spike you diabolical fiend,” Xander said, yanking on his pants. A chuckle floated across the room. “I have to practice my evil in subtle ways now, don’t I?” Xander finished dressing and stomped out. He reached to grab a pillow from the bed to throw at Spike, then froze when he saw what lay on the shelf by the vase and the bat. Three perfect scallop shells, each bigger than his hand, stood propped against the stuffed toys from his night at the pier. Wonderingly, Xander forgot the pillow and picked one up. It was mostly a dark red on one side and pearl white on the other. “Spike. Where did you get these?” Spike got up and came over to stand behind Xander. “From the ocean, Pet. These aren’t pearl waters, so I had to just get the shells.” Xander flushed. “I… they’re beautiful. Thank you, Spike.” “I wanted to thank you for last night.” Xander turned, still holding the shell. “But I…” “Was open and warm and let me enjoy pleasing you.” Spike leaned in and planted a single kiss on Xander’s shoulder, just where he knew a bruise would be today. “Get going. You have applications and paperwork today.” Xander shivered as Spike stepped away. Reluctantly, Xander finished dressing and gathered his resumes and required paperwork. “Spike. Tonight…” “Yes, Pet?” “Maybe, maybe we should patrol.” “What ever you say. Now off
with you.” Xander left and Spike flopped
back in the chair. So close. He could tell the boy was so close. Xander went through his day with
a confidence he didn’t know he had. He dropped off his new suit at the
cleaners first thing. At the Goodwill, his new boss helped him fill out the
forms, then handed him a card, telling him to list him as his current employer.
Then Xander followed the list of ads from the paper and dutifully went to them
one by one, neatly filling them out and clipping a resume to each. As he stopped to eat before
going to the Magic Box, he touched the spot on his neck again, pressing it
lightly. He was wanted and desired. Spike could have his pick of lovers and
Spike wanted him. Even if he was just playing Xander as a toy, he’d still
grown excited at touching him, then asked for more. As he expected, Buffy asked
Xander to take a patrol. No one asked abut Spike, but Xander volunteered the
vampire to patrol with him. Buffy had laughed. “Can’t patrol alone?” Xander stopped and stared at
her. Something snapped. A hundred little patronizing remarks that he’d heard
directed at Spike and himself suddenly replayed in his mind. Why had he not
noticed how big a bitch she could be before? “Well, let’s see. I’m so NOT
the Slayer for one. It’s not my job. I’d rather be at home watching Farscape.
And second, Spike’s a good fighter. I’ve seen him help your ass a couple of
times. You know what? Let your camouflaged boyfriend patrol alone. No, wait. He
doesn’t have to. He’s part of a whole platoon of creeps who like to pick on
other intelligent creatures ‘cause they can’t better them otherwise.” The door slammed shut behind
Xander and his friends sat there blinking at one another. “What the hell was
that about?” Buffy asked. Giles cocked his head
thoughtfully and watched the bell swing to a stop. “He’s lost another job.
He was out today looking for a new one.” “How do you know that?”
Buffy asked. “You didn’t notice the
not-so-clownish pants and one color shirt?” Willow asked. “Giles is right.
He’s got the summertime blues again.”
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