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The next couple of days put obstacles between Spike and
Xander. Once Xander found her and calmed her down, the frightened Slayer clung
to him, and cringed from everyone else. She especially hated the vampire who had
rescued her. No amount of explaining could make her believe Spike was anything
but evil. A Watcher from Africa was to arrive soon to return her to her tribe.
Spike was kept busy working with the six Slayers who
arrived the next day.
In the too-brief looks they managed to exchange, each tried
to read in the other’s eyes what that kiss had meant. Both men were tense, and the whole house was aware of their
After five days away from Xander, five days after the kiss,
Spike called a surprise night training. Part of his “job” around the estate
was for the vampire to help train the Slayers “in the field.” He would go
out on the property, and the girls would try to find him, even as he stalked
Xander had finally gotten the girl to connect with Midra
over the last two days by explaining to her that it was wrong for a warrior to
spend such time with her when he was beholden to another. Midra had hidden her
smile and worked patiently with the fragile girl.
Xander looked out the window of the dorm room just in time
to glimpse Spike turn and move away into the woods. The only contact he’d had
with his… what was Spike? Friend, partner? Kissing boy? In the last few days
he’d only seen Spike as he stood beneath a tree outside the window. Even then,
that was infrequent as the young Slayer could feel him out there and she wanted
to go kill him.
As Spike moved away, Xander felt his heart pulled along
with him and made a decision. He stood
and went to where Midra was braiding the girl’s hair and telling her stories
in her native dialect.
“My task here is complete,” he said in the same tongue.
“There are pressing matters a warrior must tend to.”
Midra frowned, knowing they’d agreed to do the parting
the next night, but she also knew where Xander’s heart lay. She stood,
bringing the girl with her, and said the ritualistic words that declared his
task complete and freed him to go other ways.
Xander replied and hugged the girl in parting. He ignored
her lost look and the part of him that said she still needed his presence, and
listened only to that which called out for Spike. As he hugged Midra she
whispered in his ear. “Go to him, don’t leave him again.”
Xander left without looking back. As he hurried downstairs
and toward the door, Oz called after him, “It’s Slayer training, be
careful!” This lightened Xander’s heart as it meant Spike had not run off as
Xander secretly feared he would.
Xander tracked Spike as best he could. They both knew the
footpaths through the woods well, and Xander had helped train the Slayers as
well. He came across one of the five Slayers first.
Josie was a plain girl with a hell of a good kick. He could
tell by the way she moved that she had found Spike. Xander quietly circled
around, making the girl jump at a new noise in the woods. He found Spike
crouched behind a bush and ready to spring some fifty yards up the path. Xander
grinned to himself as he saw how intent Spike was on the Slayer.
Without hesitation, Xander launched himself at Spike,
knocking them both tumbling across the path and into a clearing.
Spike snarled and cursed his inattention. His first thought
was that the Slayers had ganged up on him. Being instinctive loners, they
didn’t think of it too often, but it did happen. But the next second he knew
it wasn’t a tiny Slayer. The body that had slammed into him was big, male
They came to a stop half under a bush with Xander on top of
him. Their eyes met, Xander brought his head down, and kissed him as hard as he
had tackled him. Spike’s soul surged within him. This was real, this was no
fairy tale fantasy. But a bloody Slayer interrupted again. With a snarl, he
rolled Xander over and sat straddling him in gameface. He exchanged a “this
isn’t over” look with Xander and whipped his attention up to the path.
“You found me, Slayer,” he snarled, “and I’ve got a
victim.” Spike pressed Xander down with a hand to his chest and sat on his
hips. “Can you get me without letting my dinner get hurt?”
“Help me, the monster’s got me!” Xander cried out in
a falsetto. Wickedly, he bucked his hips against his captor, allowing Spike to
feel the erection trapped in his pants.
Spike looked down in surprise and the Slayer attacked,
knocking Spike off his “victim.”
Xander propped himself up on an elbow as they fought. Josie
was good and quick, and Xander saw exactly when Spike threw the fight. She
kicked him to the ground and sprang atop him. Xander well knew Spike could have
kicked her away, but he did not. She brought the simulated wood grain plastic
stake down and touched it to Spike’s chest in just the right spot.
“Uncle!” Spike called and got to his feet. He glanced
over at a smirking Xander before addressing his “killer.” “You did good,
Josie, isn’t it?” She grinned and nodded. “Call in.”
Josie pulled a little two-way radio from her pocket and
keyed it on. “This is Josie to base, over.”
“Base here,” came Gunn’s voice.
“I have a dusting, over,” she reported happily.
There was a pause, “Say again? Over.” Kills were rare
and Xander smirked even broader.
Spike took the radio from her. “She got me good, okay?
I’m calling it for the night.”
“Gotcha.” Gunn gave the recall command.
Spike handed the radio back as calls for confirmation
crackled in. “Can you make it back?” he asked the flushed Slayer. She
nodded, still grinning, and headed out.
Spike stood over Xander where he still lay propped up on
his elbows “Help me, monster’s got me,” he mocked.
“He did!” Xander laughed, taking the hand Spike offered
to help him up. When sparring, Spike had helped him to his feet thousands of
times, but this time Spike pulled him up into his arms. “He had me right where
I wanted him,” he continued softly.
Spike slowly tilted his head to one side. “Is that right?
Where else might you want him?”
“Anywhere you want to be, Spike, as long as you’re
close to me.” Spike pulled Xander into a heated kiss. Hungrily, their lips
pressed and their tongues explored until Xander was breathless and laughing.
“You want me closer?” Spike asked, resting his forehead
“Gods, yes, Spike. Please.”
Spike dug in his pocket, pulled out his radio, and keyed it
on. “Base, this is Night Creature.”
“Are all the girly bits accounted for?”
“Yeah, they’re all coming in.”
“Wild Man and I are going to patrol the perimeter,
don’t wait up.” He turned off the radio, not caring about Gunn’s response.
“Come on, Pet. Let’s go somewhere a bloody Slayer won’t interrupt us.”
Xander allowed Spike to lead him through the woods as
quickly as possible. For some time they stayed on familiar paths, heading away
from the house and the ocean before entering a very old growth section of the
forest. Spike took Xander’s hand and led him through areas where the near-full
moon could not break through and it was almost black to human sight. Xander’s
strong heart pounded with excitement and anticipation.
Finally, Spike stopped in a rare pool of moonlight, pressed
Xander against a tree trunk, and planted a hungry kiss on his lips. “We’re
almost there, Luv.”
Xander kissed him back. “Then let’s get there.”
Spike’s pale skin glowed in the moonlight, and Xander thrilled to see this
wild side of him.
“Wait here,” Spike laughed, and vanished.
Xander blinked, looking around, and heard a laugh coming
from the branches of the huge tree high above him. “Heads up.” A rope ladder
unfurled and hung before him. Xander grinned and easily climbed the thirty feet
up. He sat on a branch wide enough to dance on and watched Spike quickly pull
the rope back up and secure it. Spike stole a quick kiss and disappeared again.
This time, Xander was watching and saw Spike leap to a
higher branch. Again a rope ladder came down. Xander followed, the ladder was
stowed, and Spike pushed him against the broad trunk of the tree, kissing him
hungrily. Finally, Xander pushed him away.
“Spike. I want you. Don’t tease me any more.”
Spike pulled a mock pout. “Not teasing, anticipating.
Wait.” Spike leapt again, this time to a branch just ten feet up. Another
Xander climbed this one and found himself sitting on what
couldn’t be anything but a five foot wide porch. Spike secured the last ladder
and sat down beside Xander. Spike kissed him again. “So, what do you think?”
He pointed out over the moon-lit treetops.
Xander growled and looked no where but at Spike. “I think
that if we don’t have our clothes off soon, I’m going to go mad.”
Spike chuckled. “Can’t have that. There’s plenty of
time to look at the view later.”
“The only view I want is of your naked ass.”
Spike threw back his head and laughed. “Such the
romantic.” He stood and opened the door behind Xander. “So get in here.”
Spike went into the familiar space ahead of Xander, opening
windows to let the night breeze in and turn on a single lamp. Xander barely
glanced around the surprisingly large hidden room before wrapping himself around
his intended conquest.
“So where exactly do I want to be?” Spike asked.
“Here, with me, I hope.”
“No place else, Xander. No place else.”
A watcher would be hard pressed to tell who took whose
clothing off. T-shirts, boots, shorts, and jeans went flying. Xander growled,
pushed Spike back on the low futon and covered his smaller body with his own.
“Spike. Spike. I’ve waited so long for this.”
Spike’s blue eyes twinkled as he cupped Xander’s cheek.
“Have you really, Luv?”
“I have. I honestly have. At least it feels like it.”
Xander kissed him softly. “I… I don’t know when it started exactly.
Slowly. Months ago. And… I tried to push it away. But since we kissed in the
gazebo, all I’ve been able to think about is you… you naked… you under
me... you in me. I couldn’t deny it any longer.”
“Then that really happened? The kiss?”
Xander blinked. “Didn’t it? It was so much like
something I imagined doing, but was afraid I’d be turned away. And when you
showed up, dressed like that…”
“It was like kissing a stranger,” Spike laughed softly.
“I was thinking the same thing. Dashing foreigner, finding the sweaty,
half-naked workman, his hair long and wild. Take down your hair, Xan.”
Xander raised to his knees, straddling Spike, and took out
the leather thong. His thick, dark hair fell around him. He shook it free and
smiled from underneath it.
“Come kiss me under that silken tent, my sweet,” Spike
murmured. His hands raised to tangle in the heavy locks as Xander kissed him
Xander pushed his thick cock against Spike’s longer one.
They moaned and pressed together, hard flesh slipping on pre come. “Spike. I
want you, I need you inside me so bad. I feel so empty.”
“Yes, Luv. Anything you want.” He pushed at Xander’s
shoulder, directing him to roll over, much as they did while practicing
grappling moves. Spike now lay atop Xander and reached into a wooden box sitting
by the bed. He held up a half-used tube of lubricant. “This is my place,” he
smirked. “I come here when I need private time.”
Xander smirked right back. “We all thought you were off
killing people when you were just in your tree house wanking off to dirty
“What can I say? I’m the world’s oldest twelve year
old.” He easily lifted one of Xander’s heavy legs and placed it on his
shoulder. “But I’m very glad to let you join my club.” He squeezed some
lube onto his fingers and coated them.
“I hear hazing can be rough,” his voice soft with
Spike bit his lip and played around Xander’s hole,
lightly stroking it. Xander
shivered in anticipation. “I’m sure you can pass the entrance exam, Pet.”
Spike pushed a finger into Xander’s hot body as he opened for Spike.
“Yes, Spike.” Spike watched his lover’s eye close,
and felt his body respond. Gently, he rocked the finger within him. “More,
Spike. I want you.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
Xander looked him in the eye, Spike’s
need and desire making it almost black. “You won’t, Spike. I know how
to take it. Go slow, just don’t stop. It’s been so long.”
Spike slipped his finger out and just as quickly joined it
with another. “You’re so hot and tight, Xander. So beautiful. There were
times I felt I would burst into dust with the wanting of you.”
Spike saw Xander close his eye tightly, almost flinching,
and he paused in his movements. “No more words,” Xander breathed. “Just
say my name and take me, Spike. I want you so much.”
Spike kissed the calf resting on his shoulder and rubbed
his cheek against it. “Xander, Xander, Xander,” he said, conveying a world
of meaning with the one word. He added a third finger and stretched his lover
“Spike! Please!” Xander cried.
Spike slicked his cock and lined it up. Their eyes met as
Spike sank into Xander’s dark body. “Xander…” he sighed.
Xander felt the never-forgotten stretch and burn melting
quickly into pleasure as the head of Spike’s cock breached him. The vampire
paused, biting his lip, as Xander’s body adjusted to the intrusion.
Spike paused, watching his lover break out in goosebumps,
hearing the skip in his heartbeat. He loved that moment. He loved the next
moment more, when Xander opened up, grasping at him, and allowing him to sink
Xander’s eye narrowed to a slit. He wanted to see Spike,
to know it was Spike and not his lost Anthony with his cool cock deep within
him. As much as he now felt for Spike, he still felt he was betraying Anthony.
Spike noticed the silent tears that ran to the pillow of
wild hair. He knew of loss and of opening one’s self up to new avenues of
possible hurt. Over the past few days, he’d shed more than a few of them
himself. Xander’s hand crept up and clasped the pearl that never left his
“Xander,” Spike said, his voice a caress.
Xander opened his eye wide. He flushed, let go of the pearl
and turned his head away.
Spike put his hand on his cheek and turned him back. Spike
smiled gently, acknowledging the man who still lived in Xander’s big heart,
and kissed Xander’s leg again.
“Spike. God Spike. I’m…”
“Shhh… Xander. Xander,” his tone letting Xander know
it was okay, letting him know he was wanted.
He moved within him, just a little out, then in.
“Spike, please. More. Fuck me, Spike. I need… I need. I
need you.” Spike knew what he needed. He needed the proper emotional
claiming he’d never had, and to be allowed to let go. Spike gave it to him.
Spike drew almost all the way out and slammed back in,
getting Xander’s attention. The wide brown eye met his. “Xander,” Spike
said. It was a statement, permission, and a request.
“Fuck me,” Xander pleaded.
Spike did. After a few even strokes, Spike pounded into
him. Xander cried out and rose to meet his thrusts. Spike picked up his other
leg and pushed both high. Flesh slapped on flesh as Spike pistoned hard. Xander
cursed and cried out until all he could do was grunt in time to Spike’s cock
penetrating him. Tears streamed from his eye.
He heard a familiar crackle of the shifting of bone and
looked up into the golden eyes of a demon. “Xander!” Spike snarled. He
roughly grabbed Xander’s bouncing cock and wrung it with his fist, even as his
thrusts grew erratic.
As the demon howled his orgasm loud enough to frighten away
the flock of birds roosted nearby for the night, Xander came, pumping out his
Spike slipped Xander’s quivering legs from his shoulders
and was surprised when Xander clamped his legs around him, keeping him deep
within. “Stay,” Xander gasped.
“Yes, Xander.” He coaxed him to relax his legs and
managed to lower himself between Xander’s raised knees without slipping out.
Xander twined one hand in his hair and pulled him close. His head rested on the
broad chest and the world contained nothing but the thunder of Xander’s heart
and the heat of his body clutching him.
Finally, Xander relaxed, almost slipping into sleep. His
hand let go and fell, jerking him awake.
“Xander?” Spike said softly.
The big hand returned and petted his hair. “Thank you,
Spike,” Xander said, his voice rough. “You can’t be comfortable like
“It’s not so bad,” Spike said, and thrust a little
“No, it’s okay, just… feeling it. You can… Uh…”
Spike chuckled, turned his head and kissed Xander’s chest
over his heart. As gently as he could, he peeled himself from the big sticky
body beneath him. Xander sighed when his lover’s still-hard cock slipped free.
“Can I just hold you, Spike? Please.”
“Can I show you another feature of my getaway first?
You’ll like this.”
Spike stood and stretched. He went to a corner and untied a
rope. With a pull, a panel set in the ceiling swung open, revealing the clear
summer sky. He turned off the lantern and lay back down beside Xander.
“Neat,” the human said and wrapped his arms around his new lover.
They lay and looked at the stars, comfortable in their
“Thank you for being so patient, Spike,” Xander
murmured, relaxed and sated, his eye closed.
“Why shouldn’t I be? I’ve got nothing but time.”
Xander smiled, almost asleep. “Mr. Impatient learned to
Spike shrugged and traced Xander’s profile with a finger.
“I finally found something worth being patient for,” he said quietly to the
Xander dozed, woke up, pushed Spike down and began
exploring his body. They passed the rest of the night touching and exploring
with hands, mouths and cocks.
Spike let his lover sleep for an hour before gently awaking
him. “Xander, Luv, it’s almost daylight.”
“So?” Xander burrowed against Spike’s chest.
“So we’re a hundred feet up in a tree with no food and
no shower. If we leave now, you’ll have food, your own bed, and me all day.”
“Evil,” Xander muttered. “Pure and simple.”
“Damn right,” Spike said and pried himself out of
Xander moaned. “All right, all right, can I at least have
some light?” Spike clicked on the lamp. Xander
sat up and rubbed at his eye, then blinked around at the oddly shaped tree house
room. Had it been a true round, it would have been fifteen feet across.
It was largely empty apart from the futon, a few boxes, a boom box radio,
and a pile of pillows next to a couple of stacks of books. “I had no idea
vampires were arboreal and thought they lived in caves, not trees. Did you read
Tarzan as a kid?” He caught the pants tossed to him by reflex.
“No. It wasn’t written until after I’d been a vamp
for about 25 years. Angelus mocked me for liking it. Called it pulp for the
masses. He always had his nose in some deep philosophical shit.” Spike paused
in buttoning up his jeans, his head tilted in thought. “I think he always
hated that I went to university and he didn’t.”
Xander looked up from unbunching a sock. “Angel didn’t
go to college?”
“Not a bit of it. The sod was barely literate when Darla
sired him. That’s why he tries so hard now.”
Xander untangled his shirt from the sheets and tugged it
on. “I didn’t go to school, Spike. I had plans of going to technical college
and learning to be an architect when I came back from Africa.”
“Why don’t you, Luv?”
“So much has happened, and I’m too old now. ”
“Horseshit,” Spike snorted. “If Forehead could learn
to read when he was over fifty, you can do whatever you want.”
“Thanks, Spike.” He looked around with a skilled eye as
he tied his boots. “This place is very well made,” he said as Spike set
about battening the hatches. “How did you find it?”
“I had it built,” he shrugged. “I’d never had a
place of my own and Willow gave me permission.”
Spike turned out the light.
“Wait. You have electricity?”
“Solar. Now come on, carpenter boy. Quit playing real
estate agent and let’s get back before my ass gets crisped.
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