Author: Kay Tee maybeshedoes@yahoo.com
Distribution: Take it, but tell me where so I can visit.
Rated: NC-17
Category: Story
Spoiler: Season 5 finale, and general situations of all characters.
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Disclaimer: In my dreams I'm Joss, but during the day I have to face the cold hard truth-- I'm a hack who steals characters. But I'm not giving them back! Or I am, just don't sue me, all I have are speeding tickets and student loans.
Summary: Anya convinces Spike to take Xander out for a bachelor party. Happens one year after 'The Gift.'
Author's notes: Umm, this is my first smut. And I've never had gay sex with a man, though I would (just for research and all) but I'm not properly equipped. (Not to upset my hyper-feminist mother, but *damn!*)
More notes: I'd like to sincerely apologize to all the people who make the products mentioned here. No... anything bad... or sueable... was intended.
One last thing: I wrote this in July, and chickened out before I could post it. I just came across it in my computer, polished it up, and here it is, guess it qualifies as AU now. Oh, and I let Buffy stay dead, 'cause I don't read spoilers, and I didn't know any better...
8:29 pm
Spike slouched on the front porch of the Summers' house, smoking a cigarette. He wasn't exactly brooding-- he would rather stake himself-- but he was definitely sulking. In the morning Xander would be marrying Anya. Spike was supposed to be an usher, but he figured no one would really be surprised if he didn't show up.
From inside the house, Dawn's favorite boy-band warbled loudly about love and loss. Spike had moved in with Dawn to take care of her after Buffy died, and he planned to move away from Sunnydale-- travel a bit, try testing the limits of his damned chip, maybe find Dru and beg forgiveness-- as soon as Hank Summers showed up to claim his youngest daughter. But a year had passed, and Spike had pretty much settled into being the father of a teenage girl. Snorting at how far he'd fallen, Spike took a drag off his cigarette. He sighed and glanced up at the teenager's window. He wished Dawn would use the headphones he'd bought her for her fifteenth birthday. Maybe he'd buy her another pair for her sixteenth, with the hope that she'd eventually get the hint.
At least she stuck by their agreement-- she wouldn't play her crap music until after sundown, when Spike could escape the torment. He'd tried to interest Dawn in the Sex Pistols, but she still seemed to be resisting. Stubbing out his cigarette in a nearby planter, Spike fished around in his pocket and quickly produced an almost empty carton, packing it twice before pulling out another cigarette. He didn't want to leave the house until after Dawn went to sleep, but he knew that wouldn't happen for hours.
I couldn't tell you I loved you fast enough
You couldn't fall for someone else soon enough
I know my love could never be enough
But he will never make you happy enough
I guess I missed my chance
I guess I missed my chance
Spike listened to the lyrics of Dawn's favorite new song, thinking that they were oddly appropriate for his mood. If he had only...
Spike mentally smacked himself in the forehead. He was NOT relating to that pop trash Dawn listened to. No. God (or whoever), he was losing his mind. He had to get out more, find something tall dark and handsome to kill. Or maybe something short blonde and blunt, like the ex-demon making her way up the walk.
Anya stopped at the bottom of the porch steps and studied Spike with an unreadable expression on her face.
"What?!" He snapped, "What the bloody hell are you..." He frowned and touched his face, wondering if he had blood on his chin or something.
Anya bit her lip a little apprehensively, and then explained, "I came to talk to Dawn about the wedding. Girl stuff. You can't be around. I think it's tradition or something."
Spike smiled a little sadly. "That's the groom luv, I can lurk about without causin' any bad luck vibes."
Anya took a deep breath. "I know," she answered, "I'm not allowed to see him until the wedding, stupid rituals. But I'm worried; he's been acting strange lately. I want you to go get drunk with him. I think it'll make him happy."
Spike blinked rapidly for a moment. "Puking in the aisles at your wedding-- that'll make Xander happy?"
"Oh no," Anya shook her head emphatically, "that'll make him a dead man. I just thought, you know, that you could have some sort of bachelor party thing with him. It's customary."
Spike snorted. "It's customary to go get smashed with your mates, ask Willow to take Xander out."
Rolling her eyes, Anya explained that Xander had rejected the idea of a bachelor party because all of his friends were women. "But now he's all sulky and quiet. It's creepy, and I'm not allowed to cheer him up, so you go do it."
"Giles. Ask Giles." Spike did not have any interest in seeing Xander. He just wanted to sit on his porch and sulk in peace.
"Please. Pleeeeeaaaassse," Anya whined. "Somebody raised a full-grown Llagahc demon from the Hellmouth, and Giles has been researching it for the last day and a half. He's probably passed out by now. Xander likes you-" Spike snorted. "-Or at least you two have been getting along lately, and he really needs some male bonding. I've read about it..." She reached into her mammoth purse, pulling out a copy of Bride(tm) magazine, and began to hand it to Spike.
Throwing his cigarette into the planter, Spike relented. Anything to avoid reading another article about men from a women's magazine. "He at the flat?" Spike asked.
Anya grinned triumphantly and hugged the unsuspecting vampire before he could stop her. "Yup. Thank you, Spike!" She kissed him on the cheek, and hurried into the house to find Dawn.
Rubbing at the wet spot the ex-demon left on his face, Spike headed off in the direction of Xander's apartment.
10:12 pm
It was just Spike's luck that Xander was a morbid drunk. The brunette man stared morosely into his Rolling Rock(tm) bottle, and said solemnly, "If it weren't for the whole 'I'm evil and I can't go outside during the day and I have no body heat and chocolate tastes the same as cardboard to me' thing, I'd want to be a vampire."
"Why's that?" Spike asked, checking the clock on the wall across from the bar. Faced with a choice of going to The Bronze or Willie's to get drunk, the two celebrants quickly decided that they preferred the company of demons to the company of teenagers.
"It's the whole 'eternity' thing," Xander explained. "When Anya and me get married, we're going to be together forever. 'Till the end of time." Leaning back, he gulped down the rest of his beer.
"Not to worry, mate," Spike grinned, "that's only forty or fifty years... assumin' you don't get eaten by some creature of the night."
"Forty or fifty years," Xander echoed his companion. He motioned to Willie for another beer, and tried to wrap his mind around that much time, but he couldn't imagine what it would be like. That was twice as long as he'd lived so far. Switching an empty bottle for a full one, Xander was sure that he was going to puke very very soon.
Spike eyed the brunette carefully; he knew just who was going to be held responsible if Xander had a hangover at his wedding. But surprisingly, the boy could really hold his liquor; Spike didn't think they'd have to leave for another hour at least.
"Bet Anya ages well," he said, trying to help Xander's feeble monologue along.
"Uhn uh." Xander shook his head emphatically without looking sick, proving that the nausea that had passed across his face earlier had more to do with fear than with an inability to drink anymore. "Every time she finds a gray hair, or forgets to stretch in the morning, or feels like she's human, Anya gets all panicky and tries to get D'Hoffryn to give her her powers back."
Spike raised an eyebrow, "Still?"
"Not recently," Xander admitted.
"Look, Munchie," Spike finally asked, "Every time this wedding has come up in the last three hours, fear's been pouring off of you. The whole commitment thing will pass..."
Xander cut him off, "It's not the commitment. I can handle that. It's just... I'm not sure Ahn's the right person for me. I mean, she makes me happy... I guess... Only, I feel like I just grabbed the first girl that told me she loved me, didn't even think about whether I loved her back."
Spike nodded, and Xander noticed that the vampire was starting to get sage-face, which was much more frightening than his game-face. "Look, you already know what your problem is; you got so scared that no one was ever gonna love ya, so you decided to stick with this one. Better than bein' alone f'rever, right?"
Spike took a gulp of his beer, and waited for Xander to change the subject.
Xander was staring at the floor again. "Yeah, it's just that. Nothing else." He downed half the beer in his bottle and grew quiet.
Spike rolled his eyes. Oh yes, the contemplative part of the evening was well underway. Spike wondered if he might have more fun chugging holy water.
10:27 pm
"So what do you think?" Anya asked.
Dawn just shook her head and sat next to Anya on the bed. "You can't have sex with someone else the night before you get married," she explained patiently.
"But I've never even tried anyone besides Xander," Anya insisted, "I've never been with another woman, or a more experienced man... or a vampire. How do I know I wouldn't be happier with someone else?"
Dawn studied her friend for a moment before asking, "So you either have a crush on Willow, Giles, or Spike. Which one?"
Anya blushed. "Not a crush," she practically withered under Dawn's insistent glare. "I really love Xander, I just want to have sex with..." Dawn nodded for Anya to continue, and was not at all surprised when the ex-demon whispered, "Spike."
10:35 pm
Xander fell off his barstool, but he didn't stop laughing.
Spike looked down at the boy and grinned. Xander was beautiful like that: sprawled out on the floor, laughing out loud.
"Sp-spi- help me-- I'm on the floor," Xander had calmed to the point where he was just chuckling uncontrollably.
After some awkward pulling and pushing of each other, Spike managed to get Xander back onto his barstool. "So, Giles runs off after the Walsh lady..." Xander was trying to clarify something from the story Spike had just told him. "Did he get her with his paralyzer mucus? And she was all frozen in the middle of a scream..."
Xander trailed off to watch an extremely toned ass pass by-- an ass that belonged to an extremely male vampire.
"All right, that's it, I'm cutting you off," Spike announced.
"Does it hurt?" Xander asked, then giggled. "That reminds me, did you ever see Buffy drunk? This one time..." The male vampire walked back out again, and Xander paused as he watched the ass leave.
"If you'd look up from his rear," Spike said, "you'd noticed that he's got a rather manly face."
"That's 'cause he's a man. Or was one, anyway," Xander answered nonchalantly, then began to blush furiously. "I think I need to stop with the drinking," he admitted.
"Xander." If Spike's heart beat, it would be pounding. There was no way, no possibility, but Spike just had to know. "Are you attracted to men?"
"No!" Xander looked sheepish. "Okay, maybe. I don't know. I've never... and now I never will anyway. After I get married, I mean."
Spike couldn't believe he'd never noticed, never guessed, never made a move on the boy. "So that's what yer so worried about, then? You've never been with a man?" He tried really hard not to snicker, but was failing horribly.
"Oh what," Xander was getting defensive, "You've killed bazillions of people, but you're a better person than me because you're not 'a fruit?' I'll have you know..." And then Xander couldn't talk because Spike was kissing him. It was a little weird; Xander had never looked at Spike that way. He didn't even know the vampire was gay. Bisexual. Whatever.
Still, this was the only man who had ever expressed an interest in Xander, and, well, he really did want to know what it was like to be with another guy. How could he know if he really wanted to be with Anya if he never tried anything else?
So after a moment of internal debate, Xander clutched the back of Spike's head and pulled the vampire deeper into their kiss.
Spike moaned. He had Xander-tongue in his mouth, and Xander-hands on his back, and just. Oh. He was sure that he was going to be pushed away by the boy, but for the moment he was going to enjoy this.
Too soon, the young man pulled away. Spike straightened on his stool, ready to pretend that nothing happened, when Xander asked, "Do you have enough cash for a motel?"
Spike nearly fell on the floor at Xander's feet. "Huh?" He asked intelligently instead.
"Cash. Money. For a bed at the motel. I'm not inviting you into my apartment, and we're not having sex in Willie's bathroom. So, motel."
"Sex?" Spike was already getting hard. Xander-sex. Xander-nudity. Xander-screams. Spike shuddered happily. "Sex. Yeah, I got cash. We're going now." He tossed a few of the crumpled bills Anya had given him on the counter, and grabbed Xander's hand.
"Just so we're clear," Xander said breathlessly as Spike practically ran the few blocks to the nearest motel, still clutching his hand, "It's just sex. No biting or snuggling or telling anybody. Ever. I just need to get this whole gay thing out of my system. That's all."
Spike considered this; Xander only wanted a one night stand. He shrugged. "Just sex, pet. No biting or snuggling or talking about it. Gotcha." He could handle that. He'd just have to make it last a very, very long time.
10:42 pm
"And Spike wants to have sex with me too," Anya was saying.
Dawn had started to let her mind drift after it became clear that the ex-demon just needed to rant for a little while. The teenager had tried to assure Anya that she was just suffering from pre-wedding jitters, but it was starting to sound like she was actually going to seek Spike out and try to seduce him.
"Wait," Dawn interrupted her friend, "what makes you think Spike wants to sleep with you?"
"He's always staring at me," Anya stated frankly.
"Ahh," Dawn wished the ex-demon had had enough experience with humanity to know the difference between a stare and a glare. "Are you, um, sure he was staring at you in a good way?" Dawn tried to ease into the subject of Spike's seething hatred for Xander's fiancée.
"Dawn," Anya was never a very good listener, "I sent him away to be with Xander. How am I going to seduce him when he's with Xander? Please help me find them. We can split them up!"
"Anya, Anya," some small part of Dawn loved that she got to be the grown-up in this situation. Another part whispered that nobody who still thinks of adults as grown-ups will ever be one. "I don't think Spike
wants you... that way."
Anya seemed to consider the possibility, then, "You're just being protective of your father figure. It's some kind of Freudian-"
"No. Anya, that's really not it. Spike's... well, Spike's gay." Dawn waited patiently for Anya to deny the accusation.
"Of course Spike's not gay! You're still trying to keep him all to yourself," Anya accused.
Dawn sighed, time to just tell the truth, "Spike's very gay, Anya. And he has a crush on Xander."
"No way! I mean, not really?"
"Really," Dawn breathed. She absolutely loved Anya, but the demon was occasionally a pain in the ass.
"But... Spike can't be gay; he was with that other vampire woman for a hundred years! And Buffy... he was in love with Buffy!" Anya appeared to be getting hysterical, which was never good.
"Anya," Dawn tried to be soothing, "he's not the first of our friends to switch sides." Then the teen thought about what Willow would have to say about her phrasing. "I mean, he's not the first to realize..."
Anya stood up. "Oh. Well, this could be good, right? I certainly don't feel the need to have sex with him anymore, and it's nice, really, that he-- wait, did you say he had a crush on..." She trailed off.
"Xander," Dawn finished for her. Seeing her friend's face flood with panic, Dawn wished she'd just left that part out. "But don't worry." She stood and went to guide Anya back to the bed, "Xander's totally straight. You should hear Spike complain about..."
"Xander's a homosexual!" Anya screamed suddenly.
Dawn just stared at her friend for a second. Maybe now was the time to explore Spike's stash of Jack Daniels? "What makes you think that?"
She hadn't even finished her question when Anya startled rattling off all the hints she thought she'd picked up. "He- he decorated his apartment himself. And it's all tasteful and everything. He knows what all those colors like mauve and fusia and, and, a lot of colors I've never heard of are supposed to look like... and he has all of Barbara Streisand's albums-- and Judy Garland's... and..."
"Anya," Dawn interrupted, wondering if maybe she should just let Anya rant a little more-- in another minute, the ex-demon would be hyperventilating so badly that she just might pass out and save herself the stress. "Anya, that doesn't necessarily mean--"
She was cut-off as Anya continued, "I see him looking at men all the time! I mean, really looking... He talks about the other guys at the construction site; 'Jack's abs are so firm,' 'Mike's back is quite muscular..." Okay, I don't remember exactly what he says, I'm usually thinking the same thing, I mean, c'mon, those-"
"Anya!" Dawn ground out through clenched teeth. Sometimes her friend was sooo easily distracted...
"And Angel! You should hear what he says about Angel and his finely toned... everything." Anya seemed to think about her last statement before asking, "You don't think he's in love with Angel, do you? I always thought that Xander's just very open-minded, and he likes me better than all those men. But now... you know he's never ever been with a man? What if he wants to experiment? Without *me*!?"
Anya went on like that for a while, listing off the numerous times she thought she had seen Xander flirt with other men, check them out, overcompensate later when he was alone with her...
When the bride-to-be's words began to slow, Dawn said quietly, "Then why are you marrying him?"
"Well," Anya looked like she was going to start to cry, "he asked me."
"Okay," Dawn finally got Anya to sit back down, and began rubbing her back. "But I don't think Spike would try anything."
"On the last night before his true love is getting married?" Anya began to shake.
Rubbing the ex-demon's back furiously, Dawn couldn't help saying, "'True love?' Isn't that going a little..." She grew quiet as she remembered the way Spike watched Xander fondly when he thought no one was looking. The way his eyes shined when he talked about the brunette. The way he drank heavily on the night Xander and Anya's engagement was finally announced a few months after Buffy's funeral.
Dawn recalled asking Spike why he didn't make a move. The vampire had said sadly, "Don't want to alienate him. Better to have him as a friend, or acquaintance. Whatever we are, it's better than what we'd be if he knew how I feel."
"You know it's true." Anya had calmed down after watching the emotions flicker across her best friend's face.
Dawn sighed, "Maybe Spike's really in love with him, but Xander would never..."
"You don't know that!" Anya insisted. "I would never cheat either, but I was going to have sex with Spike tonight!"
Dawn shrugged, "I guess you'll just have to trust him. That's what love's all about, right?"
Anya stared incredulously at her naïve friend. "No. That's not what love's all about. Love is about stupid men having sex with each other behind their wives' backs. And, and, and I'm going to turn Spike into a giant wart if he even thinks about coming on to Xander." She stood and grabbed her jacket from the back of the chair she'd thrown it on, "We have to find them," Anya said decisively.
"Anya, it's the night before your wedding..." Dawn trailed off when the ex-demoness turned to glare at her. Oh well, duty to friendship and all... The teen followed Anya out of the house.
10:59 pm
Xander was starting to get afraid. Spike had practically bolted to the nearest motel, almost going into gameface when the manager was slow about getting the keys. Then Spike had dragged Xander to their room, tossing the boy inside and kicking the door so hard behind them that he left a dent. Spike tore his duster off and tossed it at the bed before turning to Xander.
The vampire seemed to sense his partner's sudden trepidation because he took a deep breath, just watching Xander as the boy fidgeted nervously in the middle of their motel room.
The dark-haired man waited for the blond to make a move, but eventually became restless and hissed, "Spike..."
And suddenly the two were locked together, still standing, kissing passionately. There was none of the tearing or bullying or violence that Xander had almost assumed was the only version of foreplay Spike knew, though the vampire was definitely leading, because Xander was too terrified and too turned-on to move.
Just as Xander felt like his skin would split from the ache of not being wrapped around Spike, the vampire slowed down. He kissed the young man unhurriedly, sliding his hands under Xander's shirt and running them over his back. Xander just held onto Spike's hips, sure he would fall down if he let go.
When the ache started to come back, Xander gave up on letting Spike lead, and slowly started walking them backwards towards the bed.
His fingers dragged around Spike's hips, resting on the vampire's belt buckle. After a moment of fumbling, Xander pulled Spike's belt through the loopholes in his jeans, dropping the strap of leather to the floor.
"Xander," Spike moaned into the human's mouth, and the dark-haired man grew bolder. His hands did not leave Spike's waist, but snapped the first button of the vampire's jeans open.
Xander ran his hands back around to the sides of the vampire's hips. His fingertips dipped slightly underneath the waistband of the blonde's jeans.
A gentle growl poured out of the vampire's mouth and into the young man. Spike's own hands traveled lower on Xander's back, scraping along the human's spine.
A sharp intake of breath from the dark man, and Spike grinned into the open-mouthed kiss, forcing Xander to grin too.
Xander's fingers traveled around to Spike's backside, still inside the waistband of the vampire's jeans. When they reached their destination, they tentatively dipped deeper into the black pants. Spike responded by pressing his erection into the human's.
Xander quickly withdrew his hands and stepped back, looking Spike right in the eye. The vampire hesitated; there was no way Xander was going to back out now. Right? Right? But Xander looked more uncertain than afraid, and he was radiating arousal, so Spike didn't worry too much. He stood still and allowed the boy to collect himself.
Maintaining some distance between himself and Spike, Xander reached out and ran two careful fingers up the length of the vampire's covered erection. When he arrived at the second button of Spike's fly, Xander snapped it open.
Spike took a deep breath to keep from just pouncing on the boy. He knew that Xander would leave if he was scared, and then Spike wouldn't even get his one-night-stand. But oh. He wanted to see this man naked. He wanted to be seen by Xander.
Those dark eyes had fallen on Spike's fly, and Xander took half a step forward as he snapped open the third button.
Spike balled his hands into fists at his sides. Control. Just a little control. He could do this.
The side of Xander's mouth twitched, and his gaze traveled slowly up Spike's torso, resting again on the vampire's eyes.
The lust Xander found there told him he was doing something right, and soon Spike's shirt was pulled up, the vampire lifting his arms obligingly so that Xander could remove the scrap of cloth. Xander's eyes moved once again down the vampire's lightly muscled body to the opening in his jeans.
Spike closed his eyes. He couldn't take this. He was going to kill the boy, or maybe he was going to die. Either way, he was going to come in his pants. So much for making it last.
"Take it off," Xander's disembodied voice commanded.
Without opening his eyes, Spike slid out of his Docs and undid the last button on his jeans. He pushed them down his legs and used his feet to pull them to the floor. Naked, Spike took another deep breath and opened his eyes.
"Okay," Xander whispered, his eyes darting up and down Spike's body as though they could not decide where was the best place to rest. "Now take mine off."
Spike could've sworn his heart beat. He had been beginning to think that Xander really was just going to leave...
Cursing himself for hesitating, he rushed forward. Restraint was tested as he tore the blue button-down work shirt off the boy. Trying not to scare him, or hell forbid, hurt him, Spike pulled the Xander's white tank off and unzipped the khakis's fly. Xander had helpfully stepped out of his shoes, and after another half-second, Spike finally got to see Naked-Xander.
Oh. Spike had to take another breath just to absorb the visuals. Xander. Naked. Beautiful. Wanting. Wanting... Spike shook his head and they were kissing again.
The vampire's hand cautiously moved down to cup Xander's ass, ready to move away at the boy's first protest. But Xander said nothing; he only responded by clutching Spike's own behind in a harsh grip, making the vampire decide that this was a good time to continue their trek toward the bed.
A moment later, Spike lowered Xander onto the comforter. The human scooted onto the bed, and the vampire crawled up his body, unconsciously wearing his gameface.
"I want you..." Xander whispered.
"Yes, luv," Spike answered, leaning over his prey to reach his duster and grab his ever-ready Tube-o-Lube out of a pocket. He couldn't wait anymore. Xander's cock should already be inside of him... pumping into him...
Hastily squirting the cream on two fingers, Spike gathered enough to coat Xander's cock, but as he reached for the boy, Xander grabbed his wrist.
"No," Xander said. Spike groaned. Not this. Not now. But then, "I want... I need you to show me first."
Spike's brow furrowed in confusion. "Thought I was... oh." He grinned, "Well then." Xander released the vampire's wrist, and watched curiously while Spike spread the cream over his own erection.
Spike rose onto his knees and pulled Xander's hips closer. Gently, he pushed the boy's knees forward and brought his feet to rest on the vampire's shoulders, spreading Xander open. Spike dipped his fingers back into the cream, and looked down into Xander's wide eyes.
The boy looked terrified. "Xander-"
"If you stop now I will have to kill you. Just remember that whatever you do to me, I'm gonna do to you in a minute."
Well then. Right. But the boy still looked terrified. With his clean hand, Spike grasped Xander's cock for the first time. He stroked it slowly, watching his partner. "You need to relax, luv. You know I won't hurt you." Wouldn't ever. But he'd let Xander interpret that statement any way he wanted to.
Still stroking the young man, Spike let his other hand run over the skin behind Xander's balls and over his hole. One finger circled the precious opening for a moment before pushing in to the first knuckle.
Xander tensed, and Spike was about to repeat his instructions to relax when the boy calmed a little, nodded his head, and pushed back onto the vampire's finger.
The hand on Xander's erection began to pump faster, but this was the only indication of Spike's rising excitement.
Spike had his index finger as far into the boy's warm body as it would go. Xander looked incredibly uncomfortable, but Spike could fix that. He wiggled his finger a bit, searching for-
"Oh!" Xander's wide eyes stared up at Spike in surprise, then the boy's teeth released his lower lip and he smiled, "That. Do that again."
Spike grinned. "This?" He rubbed Xander's prostate, and the boy arched off of the bed, nodding mutely. Another devilish grin from the vampire as his eyes followed the swell of the human's body, "Oh, we're gonna have fun tonight," he whispered.
11:21 pm
Anya was much more relaxed. Spike and Xander had been spotted near The Bronze, bickering quietly. They had a tendency to start debating about the most inane things-- WWF vs. The Smackdown, Tammy Wynette vs. Patsy Cline, Cow Blood vs. Hamburgers. But Anya, being inexperienced with humanity, figured bickering meant they weren't flirting.
As she and Dawn walked towards Willie's, Anya explained the intricacies of 'the wish.'
"I don't know," Dawn was saying, "I've been treated badly, but never picture-burning-badly."
"Well, just say that you were," Anya prompted, "What would you wish for?"
"I guess... I guess I'd wish that someone would make him feel as terrible as he made me feel."
"That's way too specific," Anya sighed. "You've just had your heart broken! You're not thinking straight! If you were, I wouldn't be there in the first place. You'd wish that he would feel like you did, or that he would know your pain, or something."
"Oh!" Dawn understood where her friend was going with that train of thought. "And then you'd switch our bodies!"
Anya grinned; this was why she loved Dawn; the girl had a great mind. "Yes. Or I'd put him in your body, but there'd still be another version of him in his old body, and you'd be dead."
"Wow, that's harsh." Dawn was a little surprised. "So you didn't look
out for the scorned women you were the patron saint of?"
Anya half-shrugged. "Scorned women are hard to look out for. I knew of one girl who spontaneously combusted when her bondmate left her for a younger elf. And did you know-- rage is the most powerful thing. When you feel pure rage, you could blow up and entire town with just your will."
Dawn laughed, "If anybody would know about that..." She stopped as they walked down the stairs into Willie's place.
The two women studied the shadowy bar, but Xander and Spike were nowhere around.
"You," Anya pointed to Willie, "Have you seen Xander Harris? We think he came in here with Spike."
Willie's eyes lit with recognition, "Oh yeah. Those two. They were here, but they left after... Hey, you're Xander's girl, right?"
"They're getting married tomorrow," Dawn put in helpfully.
"Uh huh," Willie said. He knew enough to stay the hell away from these kinds of things, even when they only involved humans. Especially if they involved humans. After the show the human and the vampire had put on, he knew he didn't want to be anywhere nearby when they were caught.
"Did something happen?" Anya asked suspiciously.
"Something? Happen? In my bar? Lady..."
Dawn saved him from trying to lie convincingly, "She didn't mean, 'were they attacked.' We're just trying to find them."
Oh. Okay. "Well, they went home a while ago. Didn't give me much of a tip." Willie wouldn't be Willie if he didn't try to squeeze a little bit of money out of whoever he was snitching to. And this group had been getting free info from him for far too long.
Anya headed right out the door. Dawn followed, but paused to lay two quarters on the counter before she left. The bartender just stared at the coins for a long while, seriously contemplating relocating 'Willie's Place' to LA, or some other place where people had more money to spare for snitches.
3:48 am
Spike was exhausted. He lay prostrated on his bed and closed his eyes. Sure, he was planning to make this night last, but there was only so much one vamp could take.
Xander studied Spike's face. He knew he was seeing something unusual: an unguarded Spike. The vampire's usual mask of sarcasm and half-hearted cruelty was gone; he just looked happy and satiated. Maybe a little tired. But Xander wasn't going to sleep anytime soon. He wanted more. He wanted to do everything. They still had a few hours before the wedding...
Xander shook his head, no need to let his thoughts go there, not when he had a naked man at his disposal.
The human returned to studying his companion's face. Spike's pale skin was so soft, and with his long, dark eyelashes and high cheekbones, the vampire actually looked quite lovely. Xander sighed. He knew that this was what he wanted. He wanted to lie down with another man every night. Not Spike, but not Anya either. There was going to be chaos when the ex-demon found out...
Spike cracked open one eye to watch his companion warily. He knew that this was the only time he'd ever get to be with Xander. By dawn, the boy would be up and away-- either getting married, or looking for a nice human boyfriend. Spike opened his mouth to ask Xander what he was staring at, but the boy leaned in and kissed his lover gently, simultaneously running the pads of his fingers over Spike's flaccid cock.
Xander moved to kiss the eye that Spike had opened, and his fingers moved also, traveling to the left of the vampire's navel as Spike closed his eyes and allowed the right lid to be kissed.
The fingers and the lips were removed, and for a moment Spike felt incredibly cold, then the lips were walking up the vampire's neck, and the mouth was gently sucking on his adam's apple. The fingers landed on his perineum at the same time, and mapped out a similar path there.
The vampire's cock began to stir, but he ignored it for the time-being. Xander was kissing him, was touching him so affectionately... This was all Spike needed for the rest of his unlife.
Xander kissed his way up to his lover's chin, his hands moving up to massage Spike's balls. The vampire lowered his head to catch Xander's lips with his own, but he was evaded.
Xander kissed Spike's forehead, allowing his fingers to play around the vampire's belly-button. This went on for a blissfully long time; Xander kissing every part of Spike's face while tracing corresponding features on the vampire's lower abdomen. Only the blonde's lips were ignored, which was becoming increasingly frustrating as it became clear that they corresponded with his now-erect penis.
Whenever Xander's lips drifted near Spike's, the vampire tried to kiss the boy, but Xander continued to resist Spike's minimal efforts.
The vampire was warmer than he ever remembered being. He was sure that he couldn't open his eyes, couldn't move, but he was in a state of perfect comfort.
He would be completely happy if he never had to move again. Well, as long as Xander would quit teasing and--
Xander's lips brushed over Spike's, and the fingers gently ran up the length of the vampire's erection. Spike leaned forward to kiss his lover more deeply, but again Xander withdrew from the vampire, grinning at the groan he received.
"I'm going to rip out your innards with a penknife," Spike mock-growled.
Xander's smile grew wider, but more innocent. He sucked Spike's lower lip in between his teeth, jerking the vampire twice before moving back to the blonde's chin and balls.
Spike finally understood; he was in hell.
He had just resigned himself to going along with whatever his personal tormentor wanted to do when Xander stopped the kisses and touches all together.
"No. This is all wrong." Xander stood up and examined the vampire carefully. Spike just watched this with a pitiful whimper. As if making a decision, Xander lay back on the bed, but this time his fingers smoothed over Spike's tortured brow while his tongue lapped at the vampire's lower belly.
Spike sighed half-happily, half-frustrated. And half with desire. No, that made one and a half sighs. Well, yes then. He threw in another half-sigh of desire, just to get his point across.
As the fingers traversed Spike's face, the vampire saw an opportunity and took it, sucking a digit into his mouth. He was rewarded when Xander finally engulfed his swollen cock.
The boy hesitated; he really didn't know what to do here. He'd tried to pay attention when Spike was sucking him off, but that was just... not possible.
The vampire understood he had to show his lover what to do. He ran his tongue slowly up Xander's finger, and the boy followed this simple instruction, dragging his tongue up to the tip of the flesh in his mouth.
4:16 am
Dawn was starting to panic. They had returned to her house and called Xander's apartment, still trying to keep Anya from seeing her future husband the night before the wedding. When there was no answer, Anya started getting panicky and they had gone over to see if he was just asleep. When all they found was a note taped to the fridge: 'Went out with Spike, be back later,' they had decided that they should go back to the Summers' house, hoping that they had just missed Spike on his way home.
Then there were calls to Giles, Willow, and Anya's apartment.
After another trek to The Bronze and Willie's, they had checked both Xander's and Anya's apartments again. They stopped by the Magic Box, the bowling alley (it was closed, but Dawn was sure that would never stop Spike), and the 7-11(tm), since that was only place in town that was open all night.
The girls had run into a vampire near Giles's apartment, and woke the watcher up when they ran through his perpetually unlocked door.
That was when they began to worry that something nasty had gotten Xander. Giles assured them that Spike wouldn't have let that happen, but he was only half awake and just wanted them to go away. He tossed Anya his car keys and told her to check the hospital, asking Dawn to call him once they found their friend.
It was just a usual night in Sunnydale at the hospital: two girls had been mugged in an alley by a guy who probably had rabies because he bit them, a man was having hallucinations and insisting that he had seen a big green alien walking through Denny's, and a homeless man who'd been squatting in the ruins of the old high school was covered in boils. But no one fitting Xander or Spike's description had been by.
It was a last resort to check the Palantino Motel. It was near Willie's, and the desperate women were hoping maybe the boys had been too drunk to walk home. And since there was an extra fee to use the phone... no. Dawn was sure that as soon as Anya knew that Xander was all right, she would eviscerate him.
Problem was, Dawn was starting to think that maybe Xander wasn't all right. She had only suggested checking the motel to put off Anya's next plan: check all the poorly lit alleys between Willie's and Xander's apartment.
As it was, the teenager was not exactly thrilled about walking through this part of town at night. Sure, dawn was less than an hour away, but this was *Sunnydale.*
The disheveled ex-demon harangued the poor little man at the front desk of the Palantino into admitting that two men fitting Spike and Xander's descriptions had checked in earlier, and giving the ladies directions to the room.
Dawn and Anya quickly made their way to room 18, but both started when they heard a quiet gasp from inside. Mistaking the moan of pleasure for a moan of pain, they both threw their shoulders into the door, which opened easily since it had never been locked, and both women tumbled to the floor inside room 18.
"Xander!" Spike shouted. The boy was not gonna like this.
But the dark head bobbing over the vampire's crotch did not stop until Dawn looked up from where she'd fallen and shrieked, "Xander!"
Then the boy stopped, moving even faster than a vampire to sit up and cover himself with the blanket.
Still, there was no way Anya could mistake what had been happening when she met her fiancé's guilty, horrified eyes. "Xander?" She stood up, looking back and forth between the two men. "You!" At Spike, then, "You!" At Xander.
The ex-demon spluttered for a moment, clenching her fists in pure rage.
Dawn still crouched on the floor, where she had a perfect view of the sparks that seemed to shoot through Anya's hair as it began to float around her head.
"You!" She pointed to Xander again, who's eyes bulged with panic as he watched sparks fly around his fiancée's head.
Dawn edged away from her friend. This. Was. Not. Good.
"And you!" When Anya pointed at Spike, he had the presence of mind to dive off the bed and scramble into the bathroom.
Anya's lips curled. "This is all..." she glanced down at Dawn, who experienced her first shot of real, mortal dread in over a year. Anya sneered menacingly, then seemed to calm down enough to get watery-eyed. Trying to contain her tears, she turned and ran out of the room before Dawn could say anything.
Spike's head popped out from the bathroom, "She gone?" He asked timidly. Normally he was all big and bad, but when he was naked he just felt... well, naked.
Dawn turned towards his voice, but her gaze snagged on Xander, who was looking very... large... and green... and kind of scaly. "Oh my God," she whispered.
Spike turned to look at his lover. Xander was a troll. Hmph. Not a bad looking troll though.
"Well, that wasn't so bad," then Xander noticed that his friends were staring at him in shock. "What?" He asked.