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Coercion 18 I Have a Rendezvous With Death The following week, Xander followed up on several job leads. He got hired on
at a construction company, and rushed home to tell Spike about it. “Fancy getting pustules again, Pet?” “There were no pustules and ew! The pay is three times what I’m making
now. Plus frequent opportunities to earn raises and overtime.” “Three times? Gonna be able to move outta here?” “Shh. If they know,” Xander pointed upwards where they could hear
Xander’s parents moving around,” they’ll just find a reason to get it from
me. I have direct deposit and they need never see a pay stub.” Spike
felt an unreasonable rush of pride. “Good on you. We’ll keep eating cheap
for a while.” Spike hid the fear that gnawed at him. If Xander got his self
esteem up enough to move out, he’d never want to take Spike with him. “Sooooo,”
he said, stretching and thrusting out his hips. “What do you want to get into?
Celebrations with the Scoobies?” “Nah. I just want to hang out here. Seems every time we get together
there’s some kind of drama. But… I know you must get stir crazy, hanging out
here all the time.” Spike shrugged. “True, the Initiative does cramp my style, but I’ve
learned their patrol schedule. I have honestly stayed worse places. True, I’ve
rarely lived any place this long, but the company makes it worthwhile.” Xander couldn’t help but blush. He covered his embarrassment by pulling a
book out of his bag. “I got more poetry today. There’s one that sums up a
lot.” Xander opened the heavy black book to where he’d put the receipt, and
held it out to Spike, pointing. Spike knew the boy liked his reading voice and indulged him. Plus, it often
got him some. “Ah, Wilber Nesbit. One of my professors had this all done up in
needlepoint on his wall.” “One of your professors? You went to school?” “Of course I did, ya nit. Cambridge. Got a degree in … some flavor of
literature. Now do you want me to read or not?” Xander zipped his lip.
Who hath a book / Has friends at hand,
And gold and gear / At his command;
And rich estates, / If he but look,
Are held by him / Who hath a book.
Who hath a book / Has but to read
And he may be / A king indeed;
His Kingdom is / His inglenook;
All this is his / Who hath a book. The bright part of the day was spent sharing poetry out of “Best Loved Poems of the American People.” Spike kept pointing out how few of the poets in it were actually Americans, and Xander coerced him into reading several more. Toward Dusk, after Xander had eaten pizza, and Spike had dined on pig’s
blood, Xander inched closer to him. “What’s up?” Spike asked, arching a brow. The boy was finally making a
move. After Spike's ambush of three days before, he’d done his best to behave. Xander shrugged. “After last time I’ve learned a lesson.” “And that is?” “I’d better ask for things when I want them.” “That’s a good lesson.” Spike picked up the remote. Xander took it from him. “I want something now, Spike,” Xander said, his
voice husky. “What’s that?” “The other night when you were… all over me with your mouth…” Spike almost wished his heart beat cause he just knew it would have skipped
a beat just then. “Yeah?” “You missed a spot.” Spike grinned and dove at Xander, capturing his lips and pulling his shirt
out of his pants. Xander was laughing, returning kisses, and pulling at
Spike’s shirt when Spike suddenly stopped. “Fuck,” he breathed. “What?” Xander said, lost. Quickly, Spike was off Xander and the couch and in his chair. He pointed to
the back door with a sour expression. “Company.” Xander heard the outer door open and grabbed a pillow to cover his open fly.
“Knock knock,” came Willow’s voice. Xander shot a look at Spike to see if he was decent. “Come in, Wills,”
he called. “Hey
guys. You know, you need to get a phone of your own, Xander. I woulda called.”
Willow dropped down beside Xander on the couch. “I’ve been missing you, and
after the way you told off Buffy the other day, I thought I’d come see ya. I
brought some snacks.” “I’m
going out,” Spike grumbled and grabbed his coat. “I
came to see you, too, Spike,” Willow said meekly. “Thanks
for that, Red.” He turned his attention to Xander. “I’ll be back later.” “Grumpy
much?” Willow asked. “He
gets that way.” “So
uh… you and Spike?” “Me
and…? Nope, just roomies.” Willow gave him her “yeah, right” face, and
Xander crumpled. “Yeah, me and Spike. It’s not love and flowers, well, maybe
some flowers, and poetry, but not love. Oz told you?” “He
did. I hope you don’t mind.” “No,
actually I don’t. How is Oz?” They
talked for a while about how Oz was fitting in with her relationship with Tara.
Xander was glad to have someone to talk to. Spike
was pissed. Here he was, about to get his mouth on Xander’s hot cock when Red
showed up. Now he was worked up and there was just one thing to do. He headed
for the Bronze. It didn’t take long before he found the kind of girl he was
was looking for. She was thin and delicate. Her hair was short, but black
as night. He
radiated power as he approached her. The guy she was talking to quickly left as
he saw Spike looming toward them. “You. Now.” She
sneered at him. “Me now, what Mister?” Spike
grabbed her by the hair. “That’s Master. Don’t you know how to treat your
elders?” Her
eyes widened. “Wait. You’re Spike.” “That’s
right. Come on.” He turned and lead her outside. Shortly they were in an
alley a block away. He grabbed her again and forced her skirt up. “Don’t
tear it, I’ll take it off.” “But
I want to,” Spike said, ripping off her panties and flinging her against a
crate. He shoved the short skit the rest of the way up, revealing her narrow
ass, and undid his jeans. “You ever had a Master, fledge?” “No,
sir, but I’ve heard of you, Spike.” Spike sneered and spit on his hand, rubbing his cock to hardness. “I bet you have, Luv.” He spit again and worked his fingers into her ass. “Not turned a virgin, then? You like that?” “Yes,
please.” With a single thrust, Spike shoved his hard cock in. Soon, he was
thrusting bruisingly hard into her. Spike’s eyes were shut, and all he could
think about was how tight and hot Xander would be. “Please, Master,” the fledge begged under him. “What?” he said curtly. “Can I come? Make me come?” Spike smirked and raised one of the vamp’s
legs, putting her knee up on a barrel. With skill, he reached under her and
fingered her clit. The fledge cried out, loudly, and pressed back against him. He felt a familiar tingle and hurried up his thrusts. “Hey, let her go!” ”Half a mo, Slayer. I’m almost done.” Buffy came at him, and he pulled out and stepped aside quickly. Buffy only
just managed to stop her descending stake just short of the girl’s back. Spike
grabbed his cock and pulled at it to provide the last bit of stimulation he
needed to come as the girl vamp turned her game face on Buffy. As Buffy quickly
recovered and dusted the hissing vamp, Spike climaxed, his come shooting through
the cloud of dust to splatter at Buffy’s feet. She just stood there, her mouth
open. Spike’s face split in a wicked grin. “Are you in awe of my prowess or in
shock that you almost killed someone? Or, thought you did. You didn’t have to
do that, by the way. She was a nice girl.” Spike smirked as he flicked away
the come on his hand and tucked himself away. “It’s called disgust, Spike.” “What’s the matter? Captain Cardboard not giving you what you want?” Buffy’s face clouded. “Shut up, Spike,” she warned. “I guess I should thank you. I don’t have to buy her dinner now. Ta,
Slayer.” Buffy got in his way and punched him, hard in the face. “Hey!
What’s the deal? I didn’t do anything!” She punched him again. “You were raping her!” “Was not! She was enjoying that! I’m good to the girls.” Spike tried
to duck, but Buffy kicked him in the ribs, knocking him across the alley. “Why don’t you go back to Drusilla? Oh, right, she threw you out.”
Buffy went up to the cornered Spike and punched at his chest. Spike turned away
and felt ribs crack as she connected with his back. His demon roared to the fore
and he turned on her. Just as quickly, the chip sent paralyzing pain through his
skull and he fell to his knees. Spike knelt on the pavement, just waiting for the stake to impact.
“You’re nothing, Spike. You’re not worth dusting.” Buffy turned, picked
up her weapon, and left.
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