by fanbot


Finally, the pool table was level and no longer wobbled. Xander packed away the last of his tools and dusted off his knees. He had been here at the YMCA for 4 hours now. It was a harder job than he expected. Three hours ago, the Y closed. In Sunnydale, it was best to close up before sunset if possible. Two hours ago, the maintenance man had come by and asked him if he minded being locked in. The man had a family to get to and Xander had none.  Xander had done any number of jobs for the Y before, they trusted him, and he knew how to let himself out. The man had left and Xander focused on his task. A couple of times he nearly gave up for the evening, planning to return the next day, but he had his tools out and was almost done.

He hefted his toolbox and looked around. The emptiness of the place may spook many people, but for some reason he found it soothing. As he passed the door to the indoor pool the smell of chlorine hit him. Suddenly, he was back in high school, remembering when he went  undercover to investigate strange happenings with the swim team. His body remembered the reach and pull of muscles drawing him along, and the feel of the water passing his body. Xander suddenly very much wanted a swim.

The Olympic size pool glowed in the dark of the room. Only the underwater lights were on. The surface was rippled only by the circulation pumps, a hum of equipment the only sound. He stood a minute and took in the echoy, clean chlorine, water feel of the place. A slight mist came off the surface of the heated pool. He knew where the clean towels are kept and snagged one from behind the counter. He strips down, leaving his clothes in an untidy heap, composed himself and dove in. His limbs quickly remembered the motions. With long, steady strokes, he is soon propelling himself from one end to the other. He settled into the meditative state swimming always brings him. It’s been too long.

After four laps, he suddenly saw a motion in the water. It was pacing him underwater. Must be his shadow, he thought. But this is Sunnydale. Best not ignore it. Xander reached the edge, hoisted himself out and looked back in the water. What he thought was his shadow was moving away from him. Damn! Something had been in the water with him all along. He grabbed a hammer out of his tool box and watched the shape.

It was long and pale. Humanoid. It moved with precision and grace. It seemed to have no hair. It reached the far end and made the turn without surfacing. Arms, legs. A quick flash of dark pubes. It was man-shaped all right. As it approached, Xander stepped back and checked his grip on the hammer.

The figure reached his end some ten feet away. Hands suddenly gripped the edge of the pool and a lean, well-muscled body was hoisted out of the water. His short, white hair was rendered the same shade as his skin by the bluish pool lights.


The vampire grinned and stood, dripping. “Fancy a race?”

“What are you doing here?”

“Same thing as you, mate. Late night swim.”

“I didn’t hear you come in.”

“I was already in the pool when you came in. You forget. I don’t have to breathe. I’m not supposed to be in here, so I was hiding on this end. People never look in the shallow end.”

It suddenly struck Xander that he was standing naked in front of Spike, and that Spike has been underwater in the clear pool swimming under him. Probably watching him. Xander dropped the hammer in the toolbox and grabbed for his towel, blushing.

“Come on." Spike crossed his arms and looked amused at the boy. "It’s not like I’ve never seen a penis before. It’s not like I’ve not seen yours.”

Xander wrapped the towel around himself and turned to the vampire, looking alarmed. “When?”

“I was your roomie, remember? No way two men can live in that small a room and not catch glimpses.”

“Well I never saw…” Xander started to say, then realized Spike was standing full monty in front of him with a smirk on his face. Xander spun to face the pool.

Spike chuckled. “Did you change under a towel in the locker room when you were on the swim team, Harris?”

“How did you know... know I was on the swim team?”

“I say again, I was your roomie. You left your year books lying about. There was nothing else to read." 


“You’ve got a nice form,” Spike quirked an eyebrow at him, enjoying making the boy squirm. “Do you want to race?”


Spike shrugged. “I want some more laps. Do as you please.” Spike started to dive in from the side and paused. “On second thought…” He silently padded along the darkened pool side to the far end where the diving boards were. Quickly, he climbed the tallest ladder and stepped out to the end of the board. He paused, composing himself. Seeing Spike pose, Xander remembered reading that early Olympics where held in the nude.

Xander can not help but admire Spike’s body. He was short for a man, shorter than Xander by an inch or so, but his body was cleanly muscled. There was no wasted weight on his frame whatsoever, and Xander knew how strong he was.

Spike bounced, gaining height, before leaping and executing a perfect triple summersault in the air before extending his body and entering the water without a splash. Xander found himself applauding. He waiteed for the vampire to surface, but he was again swimming laps underwater. Xander watched how he moved. Once in a while, he would roll in the water like a sleek seal. The young man found himself envying the vampire the ability to not breathe.

The air conditioner kicked on, making Xander jump and sending a chill along his wet body. Leave or swim? “Oh, what the hell.” He dropped his towel and once again dove in.

Xander fell back into the restful zone. Kick, stroke, stroke, breath. After a little while he stopped in the center of the pool and rolled over on his back. He floated there, his breathing even. He could hear the motion in the water as Spike passed him. He floated quietly until he heard a splash. He righted himself to see Spike sitting on the edge of the pool like he was waiting for him. Should he talk with Spike? Hell, he had already seen him naked and shared a pool with him. The vamp was clearly in a mellow mood for once.  With a mental shrug, Xander swam over to join him.

Xander rested his arms on the tile edge. “Why are you swimming, Spike? You don’t have to work out, do you?”

Spike sat looking out over the water. “It’s warm. I like the way the water feels as it moves past my body.”

“I get that. And it’s relaxing. It’s been so long since I swam, I’d forgotten. I’ll have to make a point of swimming more.”

Spike looked down at Xander. “I can get you in after hours. I know the night maintenance man.”

“Ralph? He’s a nice guy." Xander hoisted himself out and sat some four feet away.

“He’s a nice demon. Can’t tell it by lookin’ at him, but he’s half  boxon demon.

“Yeah? You never know.”

They sit quietly and share a moment. “Thanks,” Spike said, looking off over the water again.

“What for?”

“For not running off. For sharing a swim.”

“Well, I was wet already. There was no reason to quit before I was done. Plus, I figure the chlorine will kill any evil cooties in the water.”

Spike looked sideways at Xander. “You know, for a Wanker, you’re okay.”

Xander couldn’t help but smile. “Coming from an undead creature, that means a lot.”

Spike chuckled, and stood. He reached behind the counter, snagged a couple of towels, and tossed one to Xander. “How about next Wednesday? Just after sundown?”

Xander considered for a minute, then shrugged. “Sure, why not? Swim date with the fiend. Could make a good movie-of-the-week.”

The two dry off, dress, and go their separate ways.




They fell into a routine. Every Wednesday when life and the Hellmouth allowed, Spike and Xander met in the pool at the Y.

The first Wednesday Xander brought swim trunks, but when he saw Spike strip down and dive in, he realized he loved the way the water felt flowing over all of him. Plus, Spike had already seen him, so why bother? 

They didn’t talk much. They met up, stripped down, and swam laps. Sometimes Spike would sink down and just sit on the bottom of the pool, watching Xander. Xander bought a nice pair of swim goggles and watched Spike. Spike occasionally coached Xander in dive techniques.

Xander could feel the change and strengthening in his body. Some months into their meetings, Spike commented on it.

“You’re looking fit, Xander.”

Comments like this only served to reminded Xander they were both naked. He was comfortable with this, but sometimes it stil made him uncomfortable.

“Thanks. I feel fit. Well.”

“I bet you do,” Spike said, his voice low.

“What’s that?”

Spike looked him in the eye. “I bet you fit well.”

Xander was used to Spike’s teasing, but this time the tone was different.

“Not as nicely as you would,” Xander blurted and swam off.

He floated in the center of the pool, letting the water support him. Shortly, he felt the other swimming under and around him. Normally, Spike left the boy in peace when he was floating. It was part of the trust they shared. Had Spike finally realized that Xander’s main taught while floating is that he wished Spike would come up to him and start touching him?

Long fingers brushed his back and Xander started slightly, opening his eyes. A circle around. A touch along the outside of his leg. Xander closed his eyes once more. He did not know what was touching him or where that touch would come. He felt his penis harden and this time he did not hide it. Circle and touch. Circle and touch. All over his body. His hand suddenly brushed rough concrete and he was pulled out of his reverie.

Xander clung to the edge of the pool, gasping slightly. Spike came up behind him and put a hand up on the edge on either side of his.

Xander could feel Spike’s hard penis nudging him. Wordlessly, Spike slid his hands down Xander’s arms, across his back, and to his ass. He cupped the cheeks and squeezed the firm muscled before parting them. Xander felt the head of Spike’s hard cock nudging him.

“Don’t," he gasped.

Spike’s voice was rough in his ear. “I thought you wanted to, Xander. You’ve come here to swim with me some fifteen times, and yet you’ve never brought a suit. I see you watching me. And you’re hard as steel right now.”

“I… I do want to. But... in the water. It'll hurt.”

“We can climb out.” Spike prodded him with his hard penis.

“No. I… I’ve brought something.” Xander moved to climb out.

“Stay put. You’ll get cold.” Spike climbed out. “Where is it, pet?”

“My right jacket pocket.”

Spike picked up Xander’s jacket and reached in the pocket, bringing out a travel-size jar of Vaseline. “Clever you.” Spike opened it and started to dip some out.

“Wait," Xander says urgently. Spike quirks an eyebrow at him. "Let me?” he asks shyly.

Spike smiled and returned to sit on the edge of the pool with his legs spread. Xander backpedaled and looked at the hard, waiting cock. He'd been wanting this. It took a long time, but he finally admitted to himself how damn much he wanted this. But it had to be done right, like the fantasy in his head. Suddenly, he turned and dove. He swam to the far end, driving hard, splashing, leaving Spike puzzled. When he reached the end, he turned and kicked off. He swam straight back to the unmoving man, ending his journey between the vampire’s knees. 

Xander flipped his dark hair out of his eyes and looked up at Spike. The vampire knew his heart would have skipped a beat if it could. This beautiful boy had finally come around. It had been hard to stay silent and not be snarky all summer. He knew he had to let the boy come to him. As Xander's body matured and strengthened under the exercise, Spike's desires had only grown. It had been a long time since Spike had taken a male lover, and the first time a human had tempted him so.

Xander dipped his fingers into the cool slipperiness the other held for him, and spread a thick coat over the hard pale cock. Spike hissed in appreciation when his balls were included in the treatment. Xander spent a little time exploring and looking at what he had come to desire over the past months. “If you keep that up, Luv, you’ll have to start over,” Spike says softly.

Xander laughed nervously and moved away so Spike could get in the pool. Once in the water, Spike gestured for him to resume his earlier pose against the side. He scooped up a glob of the Vaseline and cupped it in his hand. Carefully, he reached down worked it into Xander’s hole. One finger after another slipped in. Xander moaned and pushed out into the vampire’s hands. Spike knew someone, or at least something, had been there before him.

“You like that?”

“Shut up. Please.”

“Actions do speak louder than words,” Spike murmured, not offended. Spike braced his legs and brought his slippery cock up to replace his fingers.

Xander’s breathing deepened and slowed as he closed his eyes. He wanted to savor this, to feel every inch as it slid in tight. His first. Spike did not disappoint. He could hear the boy’s breathing, feel his heartbeat inside his body. He, too, wanted to enjoy this. He encountered a barrier and paused, letting the boy indicate when he should move again. The feeling of muscles fluttering and adjusting to the intrusion against the head of his cock made him groan.

“Christ!” cursed Xander and pushed back. With a smooth, even motion, Spike sunk deep in. Xander reached back to grab Spike’s hip to hold him still for a moment. White flashes danced before his closed eyes as the pain rush rapidly settled into pleasure. When he let go, Spike started fucking him. Slowly at first, then harder at the boy’s prompting. Soon, the water was splashing, Xander was moaning, and Spike was breathing hard and fast. Too soon he came with a shudder and a moan.

He pulled out and away only to have Xander grab him and shove him against the side. “My turn, evil dead.” Spike was not about to argue. He copied the human's earlier pose. Xander found the Vaseline and coated his still-hard cock as Spike stretched himself open.

Spike’s mind chose this odd moment to wonder at his own choice of names. Why did he think of Xander as “the boy?” Xander positioned his boy’s hard cock, and pressed in, pulling back with his hands on the vampire's sharp hip bones. Spike decided he would have to re-christen him. For far too short a time, the human moved inside him. Spike reveled in the warmth inside him as he had earlier enjoyed it around him. Xander spent himself with a cry and groped for the poolside. Spike helped him gain purchase, then leant back, with his arms bent behind him up on the pool’s rim.

Xander’s breathing evened out and his heart slowed before he looked over at the vampire. Spike was gazing across the misty water and did not move. “So, see you next Wednesday?”





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