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Coercion 13 To the Virgins Xander came bursting in, most of
his ire burned off by his brisk walk home. Spike watched as Xander put away his
folder of paperwork and changed out of his good clothes without bothering with
the screen. Spike enjoyed the show, but not
Xander’s mood. “What’s up, Pet? We patrolling?” Xander flopped down on the couch
beside Spike and stared blankly at the TV. “No. It told her to send her G. I.
Guy instead.” “Yeah? It’s inconsiderate of
her to put her friends in danger I always thought. Let the guy paid to do it
take the risks.” Spike looked sideways at Xander. How’d the rest of the day
go?” “Hum? Oh, real good.” Xander
launched into a babble about how much his new boss was looking out of him and
detailed some of the promising places he’d gone. Spike was pleased to watch
the tension drain from Xander. Finally, Xander wound down and looked over at
Spike, grinning. “I did ask one thing of Alan.” “What’s that? Another
advance?” “Nope. I don’t start
tomorrow, I’ll start Wednesday. I wanted…” Xander looked away, suddenly
shy. “I wanted to hang out for a day with you.” Spike grinned back and moved
closer on the couch. “That’s nice. What do you want to do tonight?” He
trailed his long fingers over Xander’s knee and leaned in a bit. Xander moved away. “Not that.
Not tonight. I’m tired from walking all over town, and the Magic Box scene
drained me.” Spike pouted and slowly licked
his lips, moving close again. Xander burst up off the couch.
“Will you cut it out?” Spike was puzzled. Why
wouldn’t the boy want to be cuddled and made to feel better? “But…” The tension returned to
Xander’s body as he growled in frustration and started to pace. “I’m
tired. I want to vege out and stare at boobies on the TV. I don’t want to wrap
my head around gender and species confusion with my undead roommate tonight.
Okay?” “Sorry.” Spike muttered, and
retreated to the chair. “I’ll let you have the remote tonight.” Xander ran his hands through his
hair and walked back to the couch. He picked up one of the shells and looked at
it. “Spike, it’s like
this…” Spike looked expectantly up at
the boy. “You want me to clear out? I can make myself scarce. Not wake you up
when I creep back in.” “Spike, I…” Xander trailed
off again, turning the dark shell over and over in his hands. “If you want to call it off,
I’ll be out of here at sundown,” Spike sighed. “For fuck’s sake Spike! Will
you shut the hell up for a minute? Just let me get this straight in my head.”
At this rare show of Xander’s temper, Spike sat back and folded his arms,
giving his full attention to Xander. “Thank
you,” the boy muttered and looked back to the shell. Spike was about to start
fidgeting again, when Xander put the shell carefully on the shelf and sat on the
edge of the couch, facing Spike in his chair. “There’s a lot of stuff I’ve
not done before. Sex stuff.” He glared at Spike, expecting to be mocked. The
vampire merely raised a brow and nodded for Xander to continue. “Cordelia was
my first girlfriend. We dated for about half a school year. We never went below
the waist and I was never allowed under her shirt and over her bra unless the
fabric wouldn’t wrinkle.” Spike snorted and Xander nodded in agreement. “But she was good with that
smart mouth of hers. We would sneak off and she’d nibble my neck for what
seemed like hours. Judging by my reaction, I think I have a neck fetish.”
Spike had to chuckle at the irony of that one. “By the way, it was your fault
we broke up, Bleachie.” “I wasn’t even around
then!” “You blew into town, clocked
me with a microscope, threatened Willow with a bottle. Remember?" “Oh yeah. How’s it my fault
again?” “You locked Willow and me in
the basement, then Oz and Cordy saw us kissing.” “Still don’t see how it’s
my fault.” Xander ran his fingers through
his hair. “Anyway. Next there was Faith.” “Faith? The Slayer? Good on
you!” “Yeah, well, I’d been
fighting and running all night and I was driving along when I come across Faith
battling one of these real bad bitch demons that were hanging around. I ram it
with the car, she gets in, and we get away to her room. Before I know it,
she’s all over me. She yanks off my clothes, throws me down, and has her way
with me. “Needless to say, I didn’t
last long. I’m lucky she let me put on my t shirt and undies before pushing me
out the door. I had to get dressed under the stairs where no one could see. And,
that’s pretty much my sexual history. Oh, Willow and I kissed a bit, but it
never went further.” They sat silently for a few
minutes. Xander was ready for the reticule. “So… You had a car?” Spike
asked. Surprised, Xander looked up at
Spike. “Yeah. I’d borrowed my Uncle Rory’s car. I had to spend the next
year paying for repairs on it, too.” “That’s the way with cars.
So why tell me all this, Pet? Not that it’s not fascinatin’.” Xander took a deep breath and
let it out. “You said no pressure. No… demands.” “I did.” Spike cursed
himself for being so clear on that point. “I want to take it slow,
Spike.” “We already broke your groiny
rule,” Spike pointed out. “I know. But… that wasn’t
a… groin to groin thing. I don’t want to go there yet. If ever. Ya know?” “You want more flowers? I can
do flowers.” “What? No. I… I’m not
looking for… sheesh… romance from you. I like what we’ve got.” This was new to Spike. The boy
thought they had something. “And what’s that?” Spike asked cautiously. “Huh?” “In your head. What’ve we
got?” “Well, we’re friends,
aren’t we? We like the same TV and some of the same music. We talk about
books, shoot pool, patrol. Together.” Spike smiled. “When you put it
that way, I guess we are friends.” Spike dropped his voice to a low purr.
“So now we’ll be friends with benefits.” Xander shrugged. “Though
it’s weird. I want to go on record as still weirded by the whole
I’m-getting-happies-from-an-undead-guy thing.” “Check. Still weirded.” “And if I find a girlfriend
while this… whatever is going on, I can cut you off and you won’t go all
stalker on me.” Spike pulled a wide-eyed look of
innocence. “Now Xander. I would be nothing but happy if you could get you some
girl tail on a regular basis.” “Fine. You have anything you
want to air, Spike?” Spike was momentarily thrown by
being given an opportunity to voice his opinion about anything. “Yeah. Yeah I
do.” Spike got up and paced the short distance across the room and back “I
have appetites beyond yours. And being caged by this sodding chip and having to
watch my every move while those soldiers are out there, is… it’s torture.”
He sat down beside Xander and met the boy’s brown eyes, his voice soft. “But
you. Letting me stay when you could kick me out. Trusting me to… sleep close
by you.” Spike leaned in slightly. “You’ve made it bearable.” He leaned
in a little more, bringing a hand up to stroke Xander’s soft brown hair, once.
“You’re so special, Xander.” He leaned in to claim a kiss, but was met with a raspberry. Spike pulled back,
blinking. “You’re good, Spike.”
Xander grinned. “But I already told you I’m not in the mood right now.”
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