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Unbreakable Chapter 42
They raced the sun home. Spike led Xander through the
rapidly brightening woods. When they reached paths well known to Xander, he
panted to his new lover, “go on! I know where I am.” Spike dropped back and ran beside him. “You sure, Luv?” “I just found you, I don’t want you dusted before I get
some more of that…” Xander leered at Spike’s backside. Spike laughed with a twinkle in his eye, and before Xander
could blink Spike was gone. Xander slowed his frantic pace and jogged easily through
the woods. Breeds of birds he’d known all his life welcomed the morning, and
he realized he hadn’t watched the sunrise in far too long. He took the path to
the overlook and sat on the bench. As the sky brightened and the ocean started
throwing back sparkles, Xander sighed. “I’ve got a new lover, Anthony,” he said quietly to
himself as he fingered the pearl. “William the Bloody himself. I wish I could
say you two would have gotten along, but I’m not so sure. I know you
couldn’t have resisted fighting with one another. Now there’s a
pants-tightening image. I… I tried to not love him, but he’s so… sweet.
He’d kick my ass if I ever called him that to his face.
To be honest, I don’t know if he loves me. After all, he’s not said
it.” Xander’s hand dropped from the pearl. “You didn’t either. Until it
was too late.” Xander watched a squirrel hop up on the table beside him.
He often ate his lunch here and had taken to bringing nuts. “No treats today,
furry one. I didn’t know I was coming.” The little gray creature stretched
out his head, sniffed at Xander, and jerked back. “What’s wrong?” The squirrel chattered at Xander and leapt to the nearby
tree trunk. From a safe branch he scolded Xander some more. “Okay! I’ll
bring some later. Or not. I don’t think I’m going to leave my room today. I
want some more vampire lovin’! Oh, unless you smell Spike on me.” The little
creature chattered. “Too bad, buddy. I have a feeling it’s going to happen a
lot.” Xander looked back at the ocean and his belly growled. He
hopped off the table, making the squirrel vanish into the tree tops. Smiling at
the new day, Xander set off home. Half-way down the path, he met Oz on the way up. “Mornin’,
Oz!” he called. “Hey.” Xander stopped on the path level with his friend.
“What’s got you up and out
early today?” “Seeing as how our two Slayer trainers disappeared last
night. I get training duty.” Oz turned back toward the house and nodded for
Xander to follow him. “Sorry about that,” Xander said in a tone that
indicated he really wasn’t. “So what are you doing in the woods? Did another
Slayer go astray again?” “Damnest thing. Gunn and I were sitting at the kitchen
table when this vampire comes bursting through the door. He ignores us and
stares out the window like a dog waiting for his master to come home. After ten
minutes, he’s pacing and growling. So I ask what’s wrong. He all but picks
me up and throws me out the door to come looking for you.” “You’re shitting me!” Oz shook his head. “Just please don’t tell Spike I said
he was acting like a dog.” “I won’t.” Oz studied Xander’s grin and nodded. Shortly, they reached the house. After Spike making him
feel like a teenager being dressed down by his parents for staying out too late,
Xander quieted Spike with a kiss. “Breakfast, now. Then you can take me upstairs and ground
me.” Xander said, drawing a chorus of catcalls from Oz, Gunn, and Willow. “Oh, I’ll… ground you,” Spike said, suddenly
becoming aware of the audience. He looked in Xander’s completely happy face
and dropped all pretence. “Bloody hell. Get your Fruit Loops and let’s get
upstairs already!” Xander turned to find some food, only to have Willow thrust
a laden tray into his arms. “Compliments of the house.” “Thanks Willow, you’re the best.” Xander turned to
go, but paused. “Is… is Antloa all right?” he asked after the Slayer who
had been afraid of Spike. “A Watcher is coming today to take her back to her
people,” Gunn said. “Midra’s not left her alone.” “Good. Thanks. Come on, Spike!” When they reached their room, Xander burst out laughing. A
sign saying “Honeymoon Suite” in fancy lettering with a glitter edging on it
had been taped to their door. “Bloody hell,” Spike muttered, opening the door for
Xander. Xander batted his eye at Spike. “Aren’t you going to
carry me over the threshold, lover?” “That’s a fertility ritual and you’ll spill your
breakfast,” Spike said, going into the room first. A laughing Xander almost
ran into his back. He peered around Spike’s shoulder. A big vase of cut
flowers stood on the table with a note leaning on it and a brightly wrapped box
beside it. “Move it, buster,” Xander said, nudging his back with
the tray. “I’m hungry and there’s presents!” Spike explored the room as Xander ate. The note was a fancy
congratulations card signed by everyone, including Dawn and Giles somehow. The
present contained an enchanted candle holder that would keep sound from escaping
the room. The bedside table now sported a pump bottle of lube. A pile of clean
towels was found in the bathroom, and the gift that got Spike laughing the
hardest was a plastic tarp and a bottle of body oil. “It looks like they’ve been planning this for a long
time,” They spent the day hidden away, much as they had many other
days, only now they gave in to the whims and desires they had previously
suppressed. They touched, talked, loved and slept. The next morning, Xander woke up and studied the
still-sleeping vampire. Spike was sprawled face-down beside him. Xander studied
the sharp profile where it was mashed into the pillow until the blue eye opened.
“What? Have I got a bug on my face?” Spike mumbled into the pillow. Xander smiled. “No. I was just looking at the handsome
man I get to hide away with.” “Well do it without staring at me so much. Makes my neck
prickle.” Spike turned his face away. “I know something else makes your skin prickle,” Xander
sing-songed and leaned over to kiss Spike’s neck. “Eek!” Spike scrambled up to his knees. “That’s
cheating!” “Are there rules, now?” “Well… you never licked me awake before. You caught me
off guard.” Xander watched appreciatively as Spike stretched and
yawned. “I’d wanted to kiss you before, you know.” “Yeah?” “Yeah.” Spike flopped back down beside Xander and pulled the man
into his arms. “What do you want to do today, Xander? We haven’t broken open
the oil and tarp yet.” Xander gave an exaggerated sigh. “Here we are, still on
our honeymoon and you already need to spice things up.” “It’s not that. I have a new toy and I want to find out
what all the attachments do.” Xander tensed at Spike’s words. A toy, he was just a toy.
He scrambled out of bed, untangling himself from Spike and the covers. “I… I
just remembered, they’re delivering some paving stones for the gazebo
today.” “Xander? Oz can take care of that.” He was puzzled by
the sudden change in Xander’s mood and tried to replay the conversation in his
mind. “Come tell me what’s wrong.” Xander shook his head and made a dash for the bathroom.
“No…nothing. Oz is busy and I have to sign…” he closed the bathroom door
behind him. Angry now, Spike strode to the bathroom and opened the door
as Xander turned the water on. “Talk to me, Xan. Please. What’s wrong?” Xander shook his head and moved to get into the shower.
Spike grabbed him by the arms and pressed him against the tile wall. “What.
Did. I. Do. Wrong?” He asked, looking hard at Xander. Xander wouldn’t meet his eyes. “What could be wrong?
I’ve got room service, friends who love me and a vamp who thinks I’m
entertaining.” Spike’s grip loosened and he gently took Xander’s chin
in his hand, turning him to face him. “Look at me, Xander. Listen to me. Yeah,
I think you’re hot in bed. You’re also, funny, smart, sweet, and a hell of a
strong person.” Xander let out a breath. “Yeah, that’s me;
entertaining.” “Bloody hell. I can’t do anything right.” Spike’s
other hand pushed Xander’s sleep-mussed hair from his face. “I love you,
yeah? Every single bit..” He was interrupted by a kiss. Finally, Xander pulled back.
“So I’m not a toy, then?” he asked with a self deprecating smile. “What? Is that what got you?” Xander nodded,
embarrassed. “You are my toy only in that I want to play with you all the
time. To touch you, hold you, and not share.” “Say it again?” Xander whispered. “Hell, I’ll bloody shout it to the world if you want. I
love you, Xander. Have for some time.” “Why didn’t you say anything?” Xander ventured, still
unsure. “It had to be you making
the first move, yeah? I could have made my move at the first, but I didn’t
want to be… rebound. I wanted… it to be real if it was to be at all.” A tear ran down Xander’s cheek and neither one remarked
on it. “I love you, too, Spike. You’ve been so good to me.” Spike pulled him into another kiss. “Then let’s clean
up so we can get all messy again.” “Say it again?” “Let’s clean up…” Spike started with a smirk,
Xander pouted and Spike kissed his lower lip. “I love you.
The End I hope to complete Spike and Xander's story in Unbreakable: Revenge |
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