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Coercion 15 Judged By the Company One Keeps The next couple of weeks saw
numerous encounters between the two. Xander’s new job was going well, and
Spike was proving an attentive and inventive … roommate? … partner? …
Okay, lover. Xander didn’t realize how much he craved contact of any kind
before entering into this arrangement with Spike. The vamp was a regular cuddle
junkie. And after he got used to it, Xander found he was, too. As they got more
comfortable, the contact didn’t lead to sex as much. Xander was enjoying the
anticipation of the possibility of maybe considering… other things. Spike was considering going
quietly mad. Sure, he liked the warmth of the boy and the pretty sounds he made
when he came, but the vampire wanted more. The boy wouldn’t even let him go
down on him yet for god’s sake! Tonight Spike was ready to test the limits of
his chip. He wanted to see if it would consider it causing someone pain when he
forced them to have done to them something they would thoroughly enjoy. Xander’s new job went well.
The managers treated him with respect, and as an employee he occasionally got
first dibs on new stuff. At Spike’s insistence, his wardrobe improved vastly. Seeing as how unreliable
Xander’s parents were, Giles agreed to act as answering service as well as
person reference. He was thoroughly on the side of getting Xander out of his
parent’s basement. One morning, Giles contacted
Xander to inform him two of the places he had left applications wanted him for
interviews. After work, he headed for Giles’ apartment. As he approached the
building, he spied a familiar person standing in the courtyard outside the entrance. “Oz?” he called. The young man turned and a slow
smile spread across his face as far as it ever did. “Xander,” he answered. “It’s so great to see you,
man. Why are you hanging about out here?” The two went in and chatted with
Giles. They touched on current events in Sunnydale; including the Initiative which
was becoming more and more of a threat to humans as well as demons, and
Spike’s condition. At the mention of Spike, Xander slapped his forehead.
“I’ve got to get home.” Spike had teased him about being waiting for him
as he left for work. “Did you leave the toaster
plugged in again?” Giles asked dryly. “No. Um, Spike. He’s waiting
for me. For his blood. Which I have yet to buy.” Giles gave Xander a
medium-furrowed brow. “You know, I think we’ve determined that Spike really
is harmless. You don’t have to let him mooch off you.” “I know. But. He helps. With the
rent. Oz! Man! Come with me. We have bunches to talk about.” “I want to find her,” Oz
said quietly. Xander didn’t have to ask who.
Willow. “Oh. What’s today, Tuesday? She has classes for another three hours. Come
with me, then I’ll give you directions to campus. Please?” Oz nodded. They said their
farewells to Giles and set off to do Xander’s errands. Xander babbled and Oz
nodded as they drove. Outside the house, Xander froze,
his hand on the van's door handle, as the possibility of finding Spike naked covered in rose petals came to mind. Not
a bad image, but with company not so good. “Oz. Wait here a second. Spike…
he gets bored and… plays tricks sometimes.” Oz nodded and turned off the
ignition. Xander stepped into the dim
basement only to be grabbed from behind. “You shouldn’t come into dark
places all tasty like you are,” Spike growled. “Something might grab you and
eat you.” Xander closed his eyes for a
second before petting Spike’s arm where it was like an iron bar across his
chest. His cock twitched at the feel of corded muscles under his hand. “Not
right now, Spike. We’ve got company.” “Damnit,” Spike cursed, let
go of Xander, and stomped to the chair, flinging himself down. “Who is it?
Red?” “No. It’s Oz.” “Do I know that one?” “He left just before you got
chi... came back. Remember the spell that made you kiss Buffy?” Spike made a sour
face. “That was a result of him leaving Willow. How about putting away the
bed?” Xander said as he turned to leave. “Oh, he’s a werewolf.” “This should be
interesting,” Spike muttered to himself as he folded up the bed. Oz came in and steadily met
Spike’s eyes. He nodded and sat on the far end of the couch from Spike. He talked a little about his
travels and his quest to contain his wolf. “Maybe Red and her new bird
can magic you up some assistance,” Spike suggested. Spike didn’t think anyone as stoic as Oz could go more still, but he did. The young man didn’t know his ex had moved on. “When did Willow get a pet?” Xander asked, oblivious. “No. Not pet. Girlfriend,”
Spike clarified, feeling the tension around the red head. “Tara.” He said
carefully, explaining more to Oz than Xander. “She’s a special one. Very
grounded. Earth magics.” “Oh, yeah they do spells
together…” Xander babbled on. Spike kept an eye on Oz as he closed his eyes,
and apparently begin to chant as he clutched a string of beads at his throat. “Harris,” Spike snapped,
getting Xander’s attention. “They’re dating. Willow’s finally
healing.” “You don’t know that, Spike.
You rarely see them together.” Spike sighed and closed his eyes
in exasperation. “I do. I can smell them. They are together.” “Ew, I am so glad I don’t
have a supernatural sense of smell…” The last ten minutes of conversation
and Oz’s lack of contribution to it as well as the fact that the couch they
sat on contained unwashed sheets and the fact that Oz was a werewolf all hit him
at once. “Oh God, Oz. I didn’t know…” By this time, Oz had centered
himself. Xander met eyes only slightly darker than normal. “I should have
known.” “Oz, man. I’m sorry.” “No worries,” Oz said
calmly. “I’m glad I found out this way.” He stood to leave. "You don’t have to leave.” “Yeah. I do. Give me the
address, and I’ll leave you two alone.” Xander stood, blushing. “About
that…” “It’s cool. I’ve not seen
you this happy before.” Oz traded nods with Spike and climbed the stairs. Xander shot a panicked look at
Spike and followed his old friend. He found Oz standing in the
yard, his eyes closed and his face turned up to the sun. “Oz?” The red head let the tension go
and turned to Xander. “I’m fine.” “Go see her, will ya? She…
she misses you. We all do.” “Thanks, man.” Oz shot a
glance back at he house. “You do seem happy, but be careful. He is still a
demon. And sex and demons is a heady mixture.” “Don’t I know it. Will I see
you before you leave again?”
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