NOTHING
IS FOREVER 13
by
flaming
muse
Spike successfully avoided both seeing and thinking about
Xander until Saturday night, when he turned a corner near Harvard Square on his
way to buy some cigarettes and nearly walked right into him.
"This city
is too bloody small," he grumbled under his breath.
"Hey, Spike," Xander
said. "How's it going?"
"Out alone and unarmed, I see," Spike said,
stepping back. "Tempting fate again?"
Xander shrugged and shoved his
hands in the pockets of his bomber jacket.
"Just on my way home from the
movies. Battleship Mars. It was pretty good, if you like explosions and
stuff."
"Battleship Mars? Oh, yeah, your great geekiness should
more than enough to keep the monsters at bay. Might work better if you wore your
Vulcan ears, though. Then there'd be no question."
Xander's jaw
clenched.
"Thanks for the tip."
"Anything for a friend," Spike
said with a smirk. "Oh, wait..."
"I wouldn't want to ruin your image by
having someone see you with such a big geek, so I'll be on my way." Without
waiting for a reply, Xander stepped around Spike and strode down the
street.
Spike turned and stared after him. He hadn't given much thought
to what he was saying, but now that Xander had walked away Spike actually felt a
bit bad about baiting him. There wasn't the usual thrill of victory that went
along with poking at someone's sore spots.
Damn soul.
As
annoyed as he had been, Spike had to admit that Xander hadn't done anything
particularly wrong the other day; he had simply spoken his mind without
thinking. Afterward he had been friendly, despite the fact that Spike was rude.
He had even sort of smiled when he saw Spike tonight. Maybe he really was that
clueless about what he had said.
Spike watched Xander get further away
down the darkened street, and he rolled his eyes as he set out after
him.
"Clueless is the right word," he muttered, walking quickly to make
up some of the ground between them. "Walking around at night with no weapons.
Doesn't want anything to do with demons, yeah, but do they bloody well care
about that? 'You don't like demons? Oh, sorry, I won't suck your brains out
through your ears. Have a nice night.' Git."
Keeping in the shadows as
the streets grew less populated, Spike followed Xander toward his apartment. He
wasn't making a great effort not to be seen, but he thought that he was being
sufficiently stealthy to avoid detection. When he came around a corner onto an
empty street, however, Xander was leaning against the nearest building, his arms
folded across his chest.
"What are you doing?" Xander asked.
"Uh..."
"Even I could hear you following me. You don't
exactly tiptoe."
Spike frowned at his feet.
"Stupid boots. They're
not made for being sneaky."
"Neither are you," Xander said, pushing away
from the wall. "Your hair reflects the streetlights."
Spike rubbed the
back of his neck and glanced around the street.
"Right,
well..."
"I'm going home," Xander said. "If you're going to follow me,
you might as well keep me company. Besides, if anything does jump out, you'll be
near enough to do something about it instead of watch me bleed to death
down the block."
"I'm fast."
"Not as fast as a
bullet."
Spike blinked.
"Let's get going, then," Spike
said.
Xander fell into step beside him, and they walked side-by-side,
hands in their pockets, eyes on the sidewalk ahead.
"If I ask, will you
tell me why you went from Innuendo Man to Mr. Prickly in ten seconds flat the
other day?" Xander asked.
"Probably not," Spike said,
shrugging.
"Yeah, that's what I thought." Xander didn't sound offended.
"And you won't tell me why you're following me, right?"
"Never said I was
following you. Maybe I was going in this direction."
Xander
chuckled.
"Anything's possible. So you won't tell me what's
wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong,"
"Spike, you're all temperamental and
stuff, which, sure, is pretty much normal for you, or was, anyway, but..."
Xander trailed off. "With most of my friends I'd blame your attitude on PMS, but
I'm pretty damn sure you're not a girl."
"I'm a vampire. I'm
moody."
"But -"
"Look, it's fine," Spike said, already tired of
the conversation.
It was fine. He had just made too much of
something that wasn't a surprise. Xander hated demons, but Spike had already
known that. Nothing had changed. Spike had simply forgotten for a little while
why he was spending time with Xander at all. He was thankful for the
reminder.
"I don't think so," Xander said. "You were upset last week when
you left my apartment, and you pretty much freaked out at HMV."
"Like I
said, I'm moody."
"But I feel like I did something -"
"We're not
birds, Harris," Spike said sharply. "Can we skip the whole mushy heart-to-heart?
We seem to get in trouble when we start to talk."
Xander frowned, but he
kept walking.
When they reached his building, Xander turned to face Spike
instead of unlocking the door.
"So we're okay?"
"You're worrying
too much about something that isn't worth it," Spike said. "This isn't a big
deal. We've fucked a few times, and I'm happy to do it again. It shouldn't be
complicated."
"Right, but -"
"Get your Freud on with someone else;
I've got better things to do with you."
Xander looked down at the keys in
his hand, and his brow creased as though he was considering something. He was
silent for far longer than Spike expected. How difficult was the concept? It
wasn't about friendship; it was about pleasure. Emotional stuff shouldn't enter
into it. Spike had obviously let himself slip the other night, but now he was
back on track. What did Xander have to think about?
Raising his chin,
Xander met Spike's gaze.
"So, do you want to come up?" he
asked.
Having been ready to turn on his heel if Xander started talking
about feelings again, Spike grinned with relief.
"Your building
does have a bad track record for security. Wouldn't do for you to get
hurt in the elevator."
"You'd better come in then."
Xander opened
the front door, for once locked as it should be, and Spike followed him inside
and into the elevator.
As the doors slid closed, Xander stepped
closer.
"Can I...?" He waited for a moment and then dipped his head to
give Spike a brief, closed-lipped kiss. He searched Spike's eyes. "We're
fine?"
Spike pulled Xander against him and kissed him harder, spearing
his tongue inside Xander's mouth and sliding it along his teeth.
"Much
better," he said, and grinned as Xander blinked at him. The elevator doors slid
open, and Spike stepped out into the hallway. He raised an eyebrow. "You
coming?"
Breaking out of his daze, Xander smirked and headed toward his
apartment.
There was no rushing when they got inside. Xander placed his
keys on the table, and for once they stayed there. Spike's coat joined his
across the back of the couch. Cell phone and wallet were placed beside the keys,
and then the two men came together in the middle of the room, arms slipping
around each other and lips meeting.
Spike enjoyed kissing. Not that a
rough fuck wasn't good on its own merits, but he had always liked the feel of
lips parting and tongues sliding together. Xander's warm body and breath added
to the experience, increasing the heat that was growing inside Spike from the
intimacy.
He pushed in closer, sliding his hands up Xander's back and
deepening the kiss. Xander caressed his back and shoulders, fingers tangling
briefly in his hair before skimming down his sides.
"You're all better
now?" Xander asked, one hand brushing over Spike's wound.
"Yeah. No
worries."
Xander kissed him again, quickly moving from Spike's lips along
his jaw and down his neck.
"I want to see," he said, tugging at the hem
of Spike's shirt.
Spike chuckled.
"Regular Florence Nightingale,
aren't you?" he said.
"I've always liked playing doctor." Xander grinned
and walked Spike backwards toward the bedroom.
"Cutting open the patients
is the best part," Spike said and laughed when Xander made a face of
disgust.
When they reached the bedroom, Xander turned his attention back
to Spike's clothes. He pulled off his t-shirt and ran his hands over the smooth
skin of Spike's side. There was no indication that Spike had been seriously
injured less than a week before.
Happy to let Xander's hands and lips
explore his body, Spike let himself be pushed back onto the bed. He lifted one
foot and then the other so that Xander could remove the boots that had given his
presence away on the street.
"The view from this angle would be better if
you took off that bulky sweater," Spike commented.
"It is getting
pretty hot in here. Or maybe that's just you." Xander grinned. "Okay, that was
bad, even for me."
Spike laughed.
"That was terrible. Tell you
what. Come here and I'll let you make it up to me," he said.
Tugging off
his sweater, shirt, and shoes, Xander climbed over Spike and slowly lowered his
weight onto the vampire.
"I like that idea," he said, settling between
Spike's legs.
The warmth of the solid flesh above him made Spike groan,
and he wrapped one hand around the back of Xander's neck to pull his mouth down
to his own.
They kissed as their bodies moved restlessly against each
other. Spike kept one hand at Xander's neck while the other slid across his back
and into the waistband of his jeans. Xander's hands were busy stroking down
Spike's throat and chest, and when he broke away for air his lips followed the
same path.
Soft touches of heat burned Spike's skin as Xander slid lips
and tongue beneath his chin, across his collarbones, and down his breastbone. He
gasped as Xander's fingers played across his nipples and traced the muscles in
his abdomen.
Xander's tongue traced those same muscles, and Spike arched
into the touch. His fingers dug into the sheets as Xander pressed open-mouthed
kisses along his ribs.
"God, Spike. You taste so good," Xander murmured.
He slid further down on the bed and watched Spike from beneath his lashes as he
played with the buttons on the vampire's jeans.
"Fuck!" Spike jerked
upwards as the heel of Xander's hand brushed his erection.
"Another great
idea." Xander pulled open Spike's jeans and backed off of the bed as he removed
them. He stripped off the rest of his own clothes, and Spike felt himself
hardening further at the sight of the body in front of him.
Much to his
surprise, Xander didn't come back to lie on top of him, but instead reclined
beside him and dipped his head to kiss Spike's chest.
"I like tasting
you," Xander said, propping himself up on one elbow as he kissed and sucked
Spike's skin. His free hand roamed over Spike's stomach and thighs, and Spike
turned to pull Xander closer. "No, let me."
Xander pushed Spike's hip
back to the bed and sucked hard enough on his stomach that he left a mark.
Panting, Spike watched as Xander smiled and repeated the action a few inches
away. The burn of the suction and flare of heat went straight to Spike's cock,
and his hips thrust upward involuntarily.
"Like that, do you?"
"Do
it again," Spike said.
Xander licked and sucked across Spike's abdomen.
Painfully hard, Spike swore as Xander latched his lips over Spike's hipbone and
bit down just enough. He repeated the action and slid his hand around Spike's
erection.
"Fuck!" Spike bucked and squeezed his eyes shut, desperate to
keep from coming from the sting of pain and the feel of flesh encasing
him.
"Don't rush," Xander said, smirking, and slid his lips over the head
of Spike's cock.
Spike could only groan in response. His entire body was
tensed and focused on the wet warmth around him and the amazing things that that
tongue was doing to him. There were suction and sensation in just the right
places, swirling around the tip, enveloping the shaft, while a hot hand jacked
him off.
Opening his eyes, he saw that gorgeous dark head bent to its
task and the straining erection that showed that Xander was as aroused by the
activity as Spike was.
"Fuck, Xander. Close. I'm so... Fuck! I'm
so close."
Then Xander took him in deeply and pulled back with just a
hint of teeth. Spike felt his orgasm flare like a fuse burning from the base of
his skull and the soles of his feet, joining in a ball of fire at the small of
his back, and bursting out of him. He shouted, twisting and fucking into that
waiting mouth, before melting back onto the bed.
Somehow, as he sprawled
sated and spent, Spike managed to brush his fingers through Xander's hair in
thanks.
"You taste really good," Xander said, kissing Spike's stomach and
leaning back on his elbow again.
"And you've got a great
mouth."
"Just think of how many times people have told me to shut
it."
"It does have better uses than talking," Spike said, opening his
eyes and grinning as much as his unresponsive body would allow.
Xander
smiled at him, his eye still dark with arousal.
"I really want to fuck
you," Xander said, leaning forward to nibble up Spike's chest. "If you taste
that good, I can't imagine how you're going to feel."
Spike felt the
blood crystallize in his veins, but he managed to keep the grin on his
face.
"You'll never make it," he said.
Xander shot him a
questioning glance.
"Look at you," Spike said, reaching over and trailing
a finger along Xander's erection. He smiled as Xander sucked in a sharp breath.
"You're so close that you'll come just thinking about it. Slick yourself up and
you'll shoot all over your own hands." He gripped Xander's cock and pulled on
it. "You'd never even get near me."
"Fuck, Spike," Xander said, rocking
into Spike's fist and resting his forehead on Spike's shoulder.
"See how
close you are? One touch of my ass against your cock and you'd burst. You'd be
done before you could push into me, long finished before you could bury yourself
inside." He moved his hand faster as Xander's thrusts became erratic. "You'd
never feel me clench around you, never feel your balls slap against my ass.
Never grip my hips and pound into me as hard as you want."
Groaning,
Xander shuddered his release over them both before he collapsed onto
Spike.
"See?" Spike pulled his hand out from under Xander and wiped it on
the sheets before wrapping his arm around Xander's broad shoulders.
"Next
time," Xander mumbled.
"Maybe next time I'll want to taste
you."
"Heh. Won't say no. Gimme a minute."
"You'll need
more than a minute, mate, but it's nice to see you're so eager for more. Of
course, it is me we're talking about."
Xander snorted, the puff of breath
brushing over Spike's chest like a caress.
"Egotistical
much?"
"Who needs ego when it's the truth?"
Xander snorted again
and trailed his fingers over Spike's skin. As his breathing and heartbeat
returned to their normal rhythms, he shifted slightly and frowned.
"You
know, there's got to be a less messy way to do this," he said. He rolled onto
his side and used the edge of the sheet to clean both of them.
"Could
always try the shower again."
Xander grinned and heaved himself to the
other side of the bed. He held open his arms. "Come here."
Not fond of
being in the wet spot, himself, Spike acquiesced and soon found himself draped
over the larger man with the covers over them both. The heat soaking into him
made the remaining tension in his body melt away.
"You know," Xander
said, his voice thickening with sleep, "you don't have to rush off tonight. You
could stay. Sleep here, have some more fun before sunrise..."
"Do I get
breakfast in bed?" Spike asked, rubbing a hand along Xander's
hip.
"Maybe. Just stay away from my neck."
PART
14
