New Year's Resolutions: part thirteen

New Year's Resolutions: part thirteen
by Josie_h
Notes

Unbeknownst to his favorite human, Spike remained awake for most of the night as was his usual habit… a surprisingly enviable advantage for authors or anyone in IT as it turned out.

He sometimes wondered that no one had ever ‘called him’ on his login hours, or predilection for ‘dark subjects’, obscure occupations and wealth of historical knowledge demonstrated in his stories. (*Ahh bollocks you can find anythin’ on the net these days anyway*!) Spike had not been writing this time, instead he spent most of the night reviewing his investments, with particular emphasis on the ones in the US for a change.

To the human business world, Spike was ‘old money’, taking the role of ‘silent partner’, the ‘quiet investor’ or the ‘blue chip buyer’. To some in the brokerage houses, he was Mr. Aurelius or Master William but to most, simply ‘Sir’. Only having ever seen him once or twice in the early months of his stay in Boston, the good business folk of the city had decided that the young man was some sort of recluse and must have, judging by his demeanor and taciturn conversation manner, come into a huge fortune after a tragic loss. None questioned his business acumen, some even following his lead. For a person so remote, he seemed to have a sixth sense for the ‘new trends’.

Spike made a few strategic adjustments to his trade requests online, purchased a couple of items, then went on to order a number gifts destined for a ‘Sacramento address’. Spike grinned at the predicted response of the recipient when *that* package turned up! (Message within “Beware the Ides of March, S”)

Spike heard the heart beat change as Xander started to rouse again. He noted with some amount of relief that it was dark, though only 4.30pm or so in the afternoon. He also noted the rather strangled groan as his half conscious, and (he grinned) still ‘restrained’ human rolled onto his back.

A wicked thought ensued. Spike crawled onto the bed, quietly slid his mouth over the now quite painfully swollen member and began gently massaging the very tight sac. On the third slide down the shaft, he flicked off its leather restraint, licked up, slid down, then sucked up again as hard as he could, squeezing the soft mass in his hand as he did so.

He was rewarded by his ‘sleeping beauty’ crying out, arching off the bed, and releasing long and hard to the back of his throat. He kept his mouth in place until he was satisfied that the other party had calmed then released ‘little Xander’ with a plop and gentle caress.

He looked up to see one almost black, and *very* satisfied, eye gazing at him and a grin that promised much more to come.

“You are evil. You *do* know that yeah?!”

Once Spike ‘had his mouth free’, the “Oh yeah” reply seemed utterly redundant.

From Xander’s perspective, the ‘welcome’ to the evening was nothing short of wonderful and at the same time, ‘sleep worthy’. As he closed his eyes to enjoy oblivion for a third time in less than six hours, he was jolted awake again by a demanding voice and a slim hand sliding a *thong* gently over his legs (*What the….?!!*). This was followed in ‘short order’, by clothing befitting a casual night out ‘on the town’.

“Spike where did you get…? You can’t expect me to… and in public!”

Xander’s surprise was matched only by the self satisfied look on his partner’s face. It was not until they were half way to the door that he realized the beads were still in place and his partner had no intention of altering that situation.

Spike tried to remain impassive as he pushed Xander down the stairs, out onto the curb and hailed a taxi. He grabbed his partner’s arm as the man appeared to squirm on the spot, “Oi whelp, none o’ that! You’re up and around n’ were shopping – and…. we both know something they don’t … ehh pet!” The wicked wink, combined with a particularly strong push of one of the beads to his prostate, almost undid Xander.

He stopped mid step and whispered, “You didn’t bring that leather thingy with you ‘cause …. OH G……*….. Spike!! You bastard I can’t do this!”

A lust filled “Just get in the car, pet…. I’ll hold onto it for you, if you’re struggling,” was the reply and the lascivious grin accompanying the last statement had Xander trying to picture some of the ugliest slime demons in Giles’ books in a simple effort not to come on the spot. Seeing his partner’s distress soon after sitting down and issuing directions to the driver, Spike was true to his word. He ‘clamped down’ on any further upset, then, in an almost impossible move, managed to access, bind the ‘matter in hand’ in leather, and re-zip his partner before the driver of their cab even had an opportunity to check his rear vision mirror, let alone observe the act.

Stopping the cab somewhere in the Theatre District, they had barely walked a hundred yards when the prospect of a leisurely stroll to *anywhere* simply seemed impossible. Xander had previously realized that shopping was a tortuous venture, but it had never been that ambulation was the issue. Now each step was something that ground against an internal point, ecstasy and agony in equal measure, and all with the simple move of a leg. He had never been more conscious of his own actions nor of the need to appear unaffected, knowing that without attention his expression would have matched the ‘strained look’ on the material around the fly of his trousers.

When Spike suggested a ‘bite to eat’ in a café as they passed by, Xander almost cried. As he sank into the soft vinyl of the booth seat, he was sure the sigh of relief was audible from the kitchen.

Xander leaned over to his partner and whispered loudly “God Spike, *please*!”

“Please what luv?”

“We have to go back to the hotel, I’m going to go crazy!”

“No”

“No?? What do you mean ‘no’!” Xander’s pleading look shifting to one of annoyance.

“I mean you sit here, quietly and eat a nice meal, while I go off and get us some proper ‘supplies’ and me some blood.”

Xander registered the last part of the sentence first, and looked again at the near ‘supermodel thin’ frame of his lover, “Oh Spike! Oh sweetheart!..... I forgot! How could I forget? When did you last eat?”

“Don’t fuss pet, Master vampire mate, day or two without O pos comes with the territory.”

His own discomfort all but forgotten, Xander grabbed the arm of his friend, and pulled him forward until they were nose to nose, “You should *never* go hungry when we are together… never! Can I?....” Xander began to reach for his pocket knife but the suggestion was cut off by a quick kiss.

Spike sat back, grinned and ran his tongue very obviously over his bottom lip, “Yeah I know pet, had a bit of your appetizer earlier remember?”

Xander blushed, squirmed in his seat a little, then blushed even more as he was reminded why they were seated.

“Now order yourself some decent tucker luv, and get me a crème brulee and a macchiato. I’ll be back in a tick.”

With that Spike swept from the restaurant, leaving Xander to smile at the ‘visual’ of his favorite master vampire in full game face, sampling gourmet French custard and a ‘short’ coffee.

Xander was surprised to discover that he was quite famished and that he had previously failed to notice that Spike had led them to a (rather up-market) French restaurant. That was, until a rather pretentious waiter began explaining the soup d’ jour and the intricacies of techniques used by their head chef when dealing with the boeuf médaillon.

He was half way through said main meal when Spike strode back into view.

The fork laden with ‘meaty goodness’ stalled half way to its destination as Xander observed three things: the first, that Spike looked a little flushed indicating that he had recently eaten; the second that he was still the most ethereally handsome man Xander had ever seen; and third, that he was speaking at speed and in fluent French (?!) to the woman tending the bar at the front of the room.

As Spike joined him, Xander could not help but shake his head in wonder.

“What’s wrong luv – you lookin’ to catch flies or gotta question… mouth ’s still agape case you’ve not noticed.”

“You… all French speaking guy and …?”

Spike looked genuinely confused for a moment, then scoffed “Everyone speaks French, pet. Ask the watcher. Speak Latin too though ‘s only so many ancient Romans in Boston at any one time.” Spike winked and sat down.

Finishing his meal while Spike spoke amicably about the origins of the particular restaurant in which they were dining, he found himself increasingly distracted by the pale hand that had found its way to his thigh and begun rubbing slow circles ever closer to the already straining material over his crotch.

Dessert and coffee arrived just as Xander was about to grab his torturer and drag him into the men’s room to finish… anything at that point! Instead he was left to groan and haltingly order a ‘Épicé Confiserie’ with full cream and twirly scrapings of very dark, very good chocolate on the side.

As Spike sipped his coffee, he noted his fellow diner begin to nervously twist the rings on his left hand. His rings.

“Sup pet?”

“I um…. It’s just… Spike I just want this… to go on…. Always.”

Spike realized that his friend was no longer dwelling on their immediate situation, and wondered whether they should adjourn the conversation to the privacy of their hotel where it could at least be accompanied by some heavy ‘reassuring’ behavior.

“Spike?… how’s it… us… gonna work sweetheart? Do you even want an ‘us’ to work? I mean… ”

The vampire grabbed his friend’s hand kissing the palm and each finger in turn then twisted the rings to their optimum position.

“Not lettin’ you go again, pet.”

Xander who had been focusing on his ringed hand looked directly into the crystal blue eyes now fixed intently on him and stated simply.

“I love you Spike, you know that right, I love you so much… How am I supposed to get on a plane in two days and leave you here? I don’t think I can… I just can’t….”

Spike’s voice was low and thick with emotion when he spoke, “You can and you will luv, and we’ll sort the rest out. You know we will. Found you now, ‘n not into givin’ up what’s mine… And you *are* mine pet….Xan…?” He paused to catch the eye of his partner again, “I want this, want you, but we’re both gonna need some time to sort ourselves yeah?”

He watched as the already pained expression in Xander’s face slide to one of real distress.

“Oh luv… I adore you pet…. You know that…. and I *will* spend the rest of my days worshipping that gorgeous body and making love with you……. but we need to sort details yeah?”

“Do you really need to be in Boston, Spike?.... Would you come back west with me?... Please Spike, would you come with me?” Xander looked up again, so hopeful that Spike felt like a man about to pop the balloon of a three year old.

“Can’t right away, pet… but why don’t we put a date on it, hey? Somethin to look forward to yeah?..... Let’s say the Ides of March. March 15 that way you can ‘Beware the Ides’ with good reason – vamp on ‘is way…… What do you say luv… Xan?..... Oh Xan please don’t… c’mon pet please don’t…” He watched as a single tear tracked down his beloved’s cheek and pulled him into a tight embrace.

“C’mon luv March 15 then we’ll have forever… we’ll have forever…” Spike ran one hand through Xander’s hair while the other intertwined fingers with one of Xander’s, thumb rubbing gently back and forth.

With a hitched sob through his words, Xander quietly whispered “I don’t know if I can… can live with…out you now… its so… so long and… Oh G’… I love you so much and… March… you promise?... March?”

Spike lifted him a little, used the petting hand to cup his partner’s face again and kissed him on the lips, “Promise pet, you have my word of honor. I will be with you on March 15, forever more.”

At that, Xander relaxed back for yet another hug while the vampire gave a vicious warning look to the approaching waiter, who quickly pushed the bill folder onto their table, and sped away.

They stayed entwined for some minutes before Xander sat up, wiped his face with the napkin and smiled his gratitude silently to Spike. Shortly after, he noted for the first time, the rather substantial number of shopping bags Spike had by his feet.

“Heck Spike, what did you buy? Don’t tell me that’s all blood.”

“’Course not pet. Research materials mostly.” Xander looked puzzled then remembered his current predicament and groaned at the possibilities.

“Can I see?”

“When we get home.”

“What else?”

“What, ‘what else’?”

“Did you buy anything else?”

Xander spied the small bag with a “Shreve, Crump & Low” logo and a tiny black box inside. Noticing the direction of the gaze Spike reached down and drew out the jewelry box and pushed it across to Xander, along with his long missed wedding band.

“Figured I should return your ring as promised, but thought we might have something that’s just ours ‘til we meet again yeah.”

“Oh,” Xander almost reluctantly pulled off Spike’s rings and handed them to the vampire. Spike took them with reverence and slid them onto slender fingers, Xander absently noting that the familial ring fitted Spike’s ring finger whereas it had resided on his own pinky.

“C’mon pet, you gonna look inside?”

Xander snapped from his funk, returned his own wedding band to its former resting place and opened the box.

A pair of beautiful stud earrings lay within.

“It’s a ruby and a diamond together…. in rose gold – both princess cut… you be in a pouf an all” Spike winked but then looked hopefully at Xander, trying to measure his approval.

“Thought we could both have one – part of a pair an’ all that.” Still not receiving any indication that the choice of gift had been correct, he dropped his gaze and began fiddling nervously with his newly recovered rings.

Xander lifted the tiny box and admiring the sparkle as the gems caught the light.

“God Spike, they must have cost a fortune… They’re beautiful… Just… beautiful” He watched as blue eyes lifted with genuine pleasure and the vampire broke into a broad smile.

“Course I’ll have to do some piercing for you” Spike flashed razor sharp fang without changing face then smiled even wider as Xander rolled his eyes while grinning his approval.

“C’mon pet let’s us get you home so’s you ‘n me can test out the rest of me purchases.”

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The last torturous walk up the stairs left Xander panting and sure that if he did not come soon his erection might very possibly fall off like an over squeezed lamb’s tail, or simply implode taking him with it!

He leaned his forehead against the door after pushing it shut and moaned again, “Please Spike…. Please… please!”

“Well I ain’t doing anything with you standing there am I pet, get your kit off and we’ll see what we can do for ya.” Spike shoved whatever was in his hand into the fridge then turned to join his pleading friend.

Making his way over to the bed, Xander slipped his shirt and Tshirt off together, then unzipped and gingerly pushed his pants past the stretchy satin covering his erection, taking particular care not to stimulate the engorged flesh any further. As he was about to remove the undergarment as well, Spike’s hand grabbed his and he was pushed back onto the bed.

He groaned as the beads moved yet again, then was shocked to see Spike fixing a length of red silk rope to the bed head and realized his intent.

“C’mon pet, arms up. Promise you tie me up later if you like…”

“God Spike…. Anything just… please” with that Xander pushed his arms up and allowed Spike’s obviously practiced hands lock the limbs in that position.

Every motion of Spike’s seemed to brush or caress the body he now controlled. Xander shivered with every touch then began to shake constantly as Spike stripped naked, shimmied down his body and pushed his lover’s legs wide. Game face to the fore, Spike sliced the side straps of the thong finally removing the last barrier between them.

“Now Spike… please… now…..”

Flicking the restraint off the base of the erection Spike caressed then squeezed the fuzzy sac and even with preternatural speed, was only *just* in time to catch the jets of seed erupting from the too long tortured manhood. Xander arched off the bed, yelled his release and continued to beg Spike for help with the beads.

“Please Spike…. Please take them out….. please….” Xander pulled up his knees and held himself as wide as he could without hands so Spike might have easy access to the now rather reddened hole.

“K luv breathe through this yeah ‘cause then I’m gonna fuck you until you pass out – don’t want you to go too soon….” Spike smiled as he pushed a pillow under his partner’s hips and found the end of string poking out of the tight hole.

Spike began to tug the first and largest bead free of its hiding place, giving Xander the most extraordinary sensation of being stretched from inside to out. He started to pant furiously as the other beads adjusted a little in his warm channel, one obviously now resting directly on his prostate. The next bead was almost as large as the first and tugged free with a satisfying pop. As the third and fourth beads were tugged free, Xander had begun thrashing his head from side to side and his erection was almost hard again. By the time his partner had pulled the last one free, he was whimpering and openly begging Spike to fill him again.

“Please Spike please just…..” then climaxed again as Spike’s slicked member pushed all the way into him in one easy action “Gahhhh……”

Spike slid in and out of the abused hole with a lovingly slow pace, kneading and caressing the backs of the thighs and buttocks as his partner recovered a little.

“Oh God Spike, that’s just *so* good….. *so*….”

He closed his good eye tight and smiled with delight as he felt Spike speed up then change the angle again. Just as he felt his bowels fill with cool seed, his body attempted a third orgasm and this time failed, instead he shuddered violently and passed out.

Spike stayed in and stretched chest to chest onto his Xander’s front, reached up and tugged the rope free, then joined Xander in sleep.