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‘…It’s nice to know that there’s
someone I can turn to,
“Bad Carpenters. Bad, bad Carpenters. Go away.” He rolled over, expecting to find a companion of some description then cursing softly to himself at his state of aloneness. He grumbled as he sat himself up and wrapped his arms around his knees. “I want Spike, I want him now, don’t care if I’m Arthur or Martha, don’t care about girly nervousness, don’t care if there’s retro-hetro latent squick, I want to fuck. I’ve gone without for too long and I want to fuck.” Tugging off his t-shirt, wriggling out of his boxers, throwing both to the floor, he laid back and waited for his prey. Although half asleep again, Xander perked up as one of Team Mad brought in a steaming mug of coffee. The moment the mug was set down Xander grabbed the vampire’s wrist and yanked him into his arms, throwing him over onto the empty side of the bed and wrapping the wonderfully hard body with his own. “I want to fuck,” he belatedly explained as his hands tore t-shirt from jeans and found flesh. “Don’t care if I come in you, on you, or in your general proximity, but I want you, now.” The man beneath him stretched and gasped as Xander’s mouth found a nipple to fasten over. A slight rumbling in the chest as a purr began and Xander froze. “William,” he accepted, reluctantly backing off. “Sorry.” William propped himself up on an elbow and studied a highly frustrated Xander for several minutes before bashfully dropping his gaze. “If your distress is genuine, I am prepared to meet the consequences should you wish to…cover me.” Xander was not familiar with the term but, delivered in that cultured voice, it was one of the most arousing euphemisms he’d ever heard. Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes… “No. It would be wrong.” William nodded and was about to leave the bed when Xander caught his arm and eased him back. “Do something for me?” “Yes, Master?” Ohhh, that really doesn’t help
right now. “Well, actually, it’s more say something for me.” William waited expectantly and Xander crooked a finger, beckoned him close. William complied and within seconds they were lying nose-to-nose. “It’s the voice, your voice. It’s so…” “I understand.” Xander’s hand hovered over the tenting sheet at his groin. “See, just that, this close and I’m…” “What do you wish me to say?” “I’m such a sleazebag,” Xander laughed. “Don’t say that, it was a home truth that just kinda slipped out. I’m a sleazebag.” “The eloquence of modernity! You are not a sleazebag,” William countered as he drew closer still, lips brushing Xander’s ear and sending a shiver through the human’s body. Another shiver as the sheet was drawn away. “Tell me the words you want.” Xander seized the departing sheet and covered himself. “No. No, it’s okay, I was wrong about this. You’re not here for me to use, I’m sorry, William.” “I see. You will exploit your own imaginings as you pleasure yourself. No longer needful of my true voice when you can create your own, as I plead for you to mount me…” “Oh, fuck!” There went the sheet again. “That also.” William ran his fingers into Xander’s hair, kissing the flushed face before taking the human’s hand and guiding it to his own cock. “Do it.” Xander gratefully wrapped his hand around his erection and began to pump. “Let me watch you. Consider how it would be to take that precious member into my body…” “Oh, fuck,” Xander repeated in a growl as he felt his orgasm swiftly building. “Is that the word you desire, Master?” William asked knowingly, and with that inflection Xander understood that no man living in such close company with Spike could be as complete an innocent as this one appeared. “Yeah,” Xander gasped. “That’s the word.” “So if I were to offer myself to you is that what you would wish to hear? Master…” the voice dipped to a purr. “Master…fuck me.” With a sharp breath that hissed through clenched teeth, Xander stopped his hand and squeezed the base of his erection, not wanting to come yet. Both men watched as William’s fingertips trailed over Xander’s swollen glans, rapidly soaked by the copious amount of pre-come there. Xander squeezed harder, painfully aroused, barely hanging onto control. The fingers came to William’s lips as a pale pink tongue flickered out to taste the fluid, and Xander saw the blatant satisfaction in the vampire’s eyes as he licked his hand clean. The intensity of the piercing blue was striking, even in the half-light: Xander was transfixed as they came close and then William’s mouth was over his, tongue offering the flavour of himself. Xander groaned as William broke the kiss. “I desire you so, Alexander. When my beloved demon takes you, I will dream of you fucking me.” No technique in the known world or any parallel dimension was going to stop Xander coming, and he soared into his orgasm, pressing into William and claiming his mouth as spurt after spurt of milky semen streaked the vampire’s trademark black t-shirt. Wrung out, Xander fell back onto the bed, not opening his eyes until he felt the shift of weight as William stood, then watching as the t-shirt was stripped off to reveal the most perfect body. Virtually all the clothes were packed and William resorted to the angora sweater he’d refused to lose sight of – his haute couture comfort blanket. As he stretched up to pull it over his head Xander noticed the prominent bulge in the front of his jeans. “C’mere.” William arranged the sweater and gave Xander a curious glance. “Let me make you feel good.” “That would not be wise,” William explained. “This body is Spike’s possession.” Xander held out a hand. “You’re here.” “I cannot take advantage of your kindness. Already I have overstepped boundaries it would have been judicious to observe.” “Tell him it’s all my fault.” “He will arrive at his own conclusions. Now, rise in haste, Sir. It would be most unfortunate if the removalists transported the bed with you ensconced.” “God, I love it when you talk dirty.” William laughed and left Xander. Left him physically sated but at an emotional loss as he tried not to get too attached to his lover’s alter-ego. After so long alone it would be too easy to fall and fall hard for the wrong man. Still, Spike couldn’t stay away forever. Could he? … There was no time to talk once the removers arrived but when the apartment was cleared Xander and William stood looking around the vast emptiness. “This is so weird. Doesn’t seem real.” “Regrets?” “I wish Spike was here for this,” Xander admitted guiltily. “This was supposed to be an us thing.” “I’m sorry.” “He is okay, isn’t he?” “Your concern is unwarranted. Yesterday he was shocked into retreat and deserved our sympathy. Today he shirks the chaos of transition and merely deserves our contempt.” “Can you feel him?” “Always.” “And he’s okay.” William’s expression became introverted as he sought Spike. “Perhaps contempt was a little harsh. The remembrances were…crushing.” That hurt. The two men exchanged a glance full of empathy. “Can you give him a message?” “Gladly.” Xander pulled William into his arms and kissed him without preamble, feeling momentary opposition before the man relaxed into his embrace. Xander rested his brow against William’s in a direct copy of Spike’s mannerism. “I love you, Spike.” “He knows.” “Good.” Arm around William’s waist, Xander took a last look at the apartment. “Okay, this is over. Let’s go home.” … Late in the afternoon the garage delivered Spike’s car to Cedar House and Xander looked it over longingly before driving it into the garage, doing his best not to drool over the pristine splendour. William stood back from the window and watched through the partially open slats of the security shutter, giving Xander a knowing smile when he re-entered the house. “I know. Boys and their toys,” Xander grinned, holding up his hands in submission. “He’s gonna love it.” “His driving is appalling, Mast…Xander. That will need to be addressed.” Xander nodded sagely before breaking into another grin. “Yeah. But he’s gonna love it.” When Xander drove off to buy a fresh supply of blood (having resisted the urge to take the Jag) William was left rearranging the furniture, exploiting Spike’s strength as he tried to find the best locations for the few pieces of large furniture Xander possessed. In his handsome, swirly writing he made a list of what was needed to make the rooms look lived-in rather than desperately sad and lonely, wandering through the house and ending up in the master bedroom, lounging across the unmade bed and stretching like a very stretchy cat. “You must return soon,” he told Spike. “Xander needs you.” He felt the peculiar sensation that he associated with the demon stirring. “This has been an intriguing experience, but I will be thankful to resume the existence I know best.” He frowned. “I should not be here, it is not my place,” he explained irritably to the sense of curiosity the demon exuded, cringing as the shift in emotions jarred him. “Your fears must be confronted or they will thoroughly conquer you.” The barrage of conflicting sentiments pounded him as expected and he waited until they subsided before delivering the final blow. “If you refuse to return I will have him. He is sweet and sentimental and his first will remain a cherished memory for all his life. Come to your senses or that memory will not be you.” William ignored the furious backlash from the demon and set about making up the bed, movements slowing, growing weary as the demon vacillated wildly, torn between the security of his retreat and his need for Xander. “Decide,” William ground out through clenched teeth. The sound of Xander’s car in the drive forced the decision and the demon withdrew. “Damn you.” Xander put William’s silence down to exhaustion, letting the vampire, the man – wasn’t too sure how he should think of him – withdraw to the furthest part of the living room and stay there without interference. He surreptitiously watched him, saw the touch to the throat too many times to count – did that mean he was thinking of Angel, or had he read it wrong the first time around? Would William be thinking of Angel? Last time it was Spike, and that made more sense. Sense. Sense? Nothing made sense. “I’m going up. Coming?” William glanced at him and away. “Soon.” Xander stopped at the door and turned back. “You okay?” “Yes.” “Y’know, this isn’t how I saw the first night here. Not saying I thought it would be some wild orgy, but I didn’t think I’d be going to bed alone.” William gave him a sympathetic smile. “You got problems? Crazy demon guy?” The smile filled with humour. “Crazy demon guy,” he agreed. “The eloquence of modernity,” Xander stole one of William’s phrases from the morning. A long pause, and Xander wandered back into the room. “What do you want, Xander?” “Spike. You. Someone to hold. The purr, I definitely want the purr.” “Spike will insist that vampires do not purr. That it is a myth.” “We know better.” “We do.” Another pause. “Can I just hold you? Nothing else, I promise, just…hold you. Like before. Y’know, like before. I’m…I’m a bit scared and…” Vampire speed and William was with him, wrapped around him. “Do not be scared.” “I can’t help it. Three months ago everything was right, I was settled, I was happy. I thought I was happy. Oh, fuck.” Xander buried his face in William’s neck, kissing down onto his shoulder. “Ignore me,” was muffled by the angora. “I’m a jerk.” “You are not a jerk. You are a sleazebag.” Xander started to laugh. “And that. Can be both.” “Can be neither.” William stroked Xander’s back. “Take me to bed. I will give you whatever you want. Whatever.” Like before. Xander kept on a sleeveless t-shirt and boxers, William watched and found t-shirt and sweatpants to wear. In bed Xander opened his arms to William and the vampire made himself comfortable on the human’s chest. Xander petted, William purred. Soon they were asleep, content and dreamless. Like before.
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