When Spike arrived at Willy’s, the place was jumping like dead flees on
an iceberg. The few demons, and other
assorted low lives, that frequented the seedy hovel, had spread themselves so
thinly, that the place actually looked empty.
No one interacted. That suited
Spike down to the ground.
He went up to the bar.
“Usual.” He said to the jail
bait bar tender, “And three to go.” The
boy had turned to get his order when Willy himself came to the counter, “I’ll get this one Freddie. You go serve the Fyarl demon down there.”
Spike regarded the owner barely disguising his distaste. He’d drunk more blokes like this than he
could remember the taste of.
“Well?” He snapped after a
minute. “Can I help you?”
“I think we might be able to help each other Spike, my friend.” Spike let it pass. It really wasn’t worth the effort. “I know a way for you to solve a little problem with some, how
shall we say, surgery. Micro surgery if
you get my drift.” The guy was as
subtle as half a brick in the face.
Spike said nothing. “So anyways
I have these acquaintances. They owe me
a favor, I owe them a favor, I think yous should meet.”
“Fine, then I’ll owe them a favour!
Anyone you’d acquaint yourself with I, sure as screw means fuck, don’t
want to.”
“Now don’t be like that. We’ll
just help each other out, you and I.
Two minuses make a plus, now am I right or am I right?”
“Don’t get smart Willy. It
looks about as good on you as that shirt.
Sorry not interested. No can do
I. Got to go, dinner’s getting warm.” And he was out of the door before he could
change his mind. Unlife was quite
complicated enough thank-you.
Spike made his way back through town.
He tried not to think about what Willy’s proposition might mean. For shit’s sake he was just beginning to
fall in love again. Xander was healing
in his arms, bit-by-bit and learning more and more about himself. Maturing, flowering. Spike wanted to stay and see it through,
losing the chip could lose him Xander as well.
Whatever reassuring words the lad had used, there was something worrying
him and Spike suspected the beast within was a large part of it.
He had reached Main Street when the Sunnydale Cinema spilled its
contents onto the pavement. “Shiny,
happy people holding hands.” Spike
thought lyrically. Not afraid to express
their feelings, show their desires.
As the couple nearest him crossed the road, a dog barked, then barked
again. The yelping continued for a
moment and then Spike couldn’t help but stare.
Such a pitiful noise was coming from two enormous heads that loomed out
of the alley directly opposite. Two
more and another two beyond that joined them.
The six-headed beast was truly hideous.
In each of the heads were no less than three rows of teeth that looked
easily sharp enough to strip flesh from bone and hanging, seemingly useless,
from it’s body Spike could count at least eight withered and knarled legs.
The grotesque creature reared for a split second and then swooped down
scooping a person in each of its half dozen jaws. It snarled again and
disappeared back into the gloom, leaving Main Street a mass of screaming people
and one somewhat curious vampire.
“And another fascinating Thursday on the Hellmouth.” He thought.
He really wanted to go home and slip into something hot. “Or someone. He he.” It was none of his business if yet more of
the population became demon fodder.
Then he remembered Giles’ big speech.
These were neighbours, friends, lovers.
If he was going to be part of the ‘Magnificent Six’ then he really ought
to go and report this to the glorious leader, and not for money either. “Fuck it!”
He swore and headed back towards the Watcher’s house.
When he got there it was in darkness.
He banged on the door. Upstairs
lights went on. Sounds of muffled
swearing. Downstairs lights went
on. There was more swearing, clearer
now and with added gusto. “Ooo, that
was a naughty word, Watcher.” Spike sniggered
to himself. Sounds of the latches
being undone and then Giles flung open the door.
“What the bloody hell do you want, Spike?”
“You greet all visitors that civilly?”
“You are not a visitor. You are a pain in my backside.”
“Was that an offer?”
“WHAT DO YOU WANT?”
“Shh!! You’ll wake the neighbours.
Just thought you ought to know as soon as poss. that there’s a new nasty
in town. Six headed jobby. Looked a bit like the Lock Ness Monster if
it existed. Which it doesn’t. So now you know. Sunnyhell’s at it again.”
And with that he went, leaving Giles standing on his doorstep.
Spike carefully
unlocked the door to the Harris' basement and entered. Xander had given him the key so he could
come and go as he pleased. He moved
quietly down the stairs, pausing to look at the sleeping human. No matter how tough things got he was
determined to make this work. He'd
never tried at a relationship before.
Maybe that's why they all failed.
He had just taken for granted that Dru would be there forever. They were immortal so why shouldn’t their
love be eternal too. But immortality
and eternity were not the same. He
couldn't die but he could be destroyed and so could love. Poof, dust, as easy as a stake through the
heart.
He picked his way
carefully through the room, night vision being a useful asset. Having put his blood in the fridge, he stood
at the end of the bed and stripped.
Then, starting at Xander's toes, he began to lick with long firm strokes
of his tongue. Xander stirred and
woke. Spike carried on his tongue bath
until he reached Xander's face. “
‘ello.” He said.
“Sorry.”
“What for? Your life’s too short to be sorry and mine’s
too long to worry about such minor details.
Whatever this thing is, we can work out.”
He pressed his body
against Xander's, absorbing the young man's heat. Rubbing gently until his erection was seated neatly into the
crack of his lover’s arse. “Mmmm.” He sighed.
His cool fingers walked lightly over the boy’s waist.
“Stop. It tickles.
I said stop!”
Xander rolled
over and captured Spike’s hands, holding them by the wrists above Spike’s
head. Of course he knew Spike had let
him do it. Wanted him to. He looked so vulnerable and yet, with one
flick of his wrist, Xander could have been on the floor.
“Well? Now you've got me, whatcha goin’ to do?”
“This.” Xander mirrored Spike’s tongue bath. Of course he had to let go to do it, but
Spike didn't move. However he did
speak, “What we need is an iron bedstead,” he observed. “One with a fancy head and foot that squeaks
really loudly.”
“Why squeaks?”
“So we can make a
lot of noise.”
“Hey, no. No noise.”
“That sounded
like an order. Are we playing ‘do as
you're told Spike’?”
“Do as you're
told, Spike.”
“Sir, yes Sir.”
“Don’t
move.” Xander traced his tongue down
Spike's throat and along the centre line of his alabaster chest. He couldn't resist laving at each
armpit. Spike actually inhaled but
other than that made no sound. Down the
smooth torso, sinking his tongue into Spike’s navel. Evidence that he had been born human, once. Xander’s brown locks brushed like whiskers
along Spike’s skin. Another suck of
air.
Xander actually
missed the crucial area and instead began licking the sensitive crease of
Spike’s hip, right along the bone. That
made Spike move. And yelp. And wriggle. “Uh uh uh. No noise, don’t
move.”
“You dratsab!”
Xander spread
Spike's thighs apart and kissed the inner surface, just where dark pubic hair
finished. Still he didn't touch Spike’s
cock. Spike pushed his hips up towards
his lover. “You moved. You lose.
I win a gallon of semen a night, for life.”
Spike laughed
deep and full of sexual desire. “I may
be supernatural Xander, but I think I still produce the standard ten
cc’s.” He pulled Xander, by the hair,
up towards his dick. Xander obliged,
that way no pain.
Xander began to
give his lover head. He licked gently
at the tip, dipping his tongue into the salty slit. Little sighs from above, telling him that what he was doing made
Spike feel real good. Then a little
further down, retracting the foreskin as he went. He’d learnt not to pull too hard. Spike was so sensitive there.
More sighs. It was amazing to
Xander that he could have this much power over another man. “Only this wasn’t a man,” Xander reminded
himself. Spike began to move his
hips. Xander held his cock at the base
to stop it being thrust all the way down his throat. He fisted it as he sucked.
Then he abruptly
stopped and looked up. Spike groaned,
“What is it now, prick tease?”
“Do you want
to? I mean try…you know – me, tonight?”
“We’ve had this
conversation. No.”
“It might not.”
“It will. You're a virgin.”
“Am so not!”
“Yeah, sorry, I
forgot, American male – you’ve probably been denying that charge since you were
in first grade.”
“Third.” Xander mumbled.
“Still, no matter
how well lubed you are and how well prepared, if you tense up it’ll hurt, then
I’ll hurt and that’ll put the kibosh on any further nudey-prod games. You lots think I'm being a big nancy over
this, don't you? I can’t describe how
much it hurts. The whole of the inside
of my skull fries.
Look, it's not
just the chip, though that's part of it, and it's not just that I’m being ultra
professional, though I probably am. I
don't think you realise how talented you are.
I could play bottom for you forever.
She was a very lucky lady.”
Xander said
nothing but smiled.
“Right, if we’re
done with the rabbit? Look, I’ve gone
and lost it now. We’ll have to start
all over again.”
“Do as you're
told Spike.”
“Sir, yes Sir.”
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