NOT
JUST A SPELL
by
Nash
Notes
Xander
hovered in the doorway of his bedroom, watching the object of his affection
lounging on the sofa reading a magazine. He could do this. He’d faced
God-knows-how-many monsters, a bona fide Hell God, and one very scary Willow, he
could ask the Big Bad to go out with him. Piece of cake. If maybe the cake was
laced with arsenic and full of razor blades. Right. Deep breath. Here we go. Be
goofy yet adorable, be goofy yet adorable…
“Hey!”
Spike looked up
from the latest issue of Rolling Stone growling at the interruption.
“What?” he snapped.
“Wanna go play some pool?” Xander couldn’t
hide the hopeful, mildly nervous tone evident in his question.
“Why?” The
blond seemed to be genuinely puzzled.
“Because it would be
fun!”
Instead of replying, Spike just looked at Xander
suspiciously.
The brunet smiled at him engagingly and sing-songed, “I’ll
even buy you beer!”
The vampire sprawled on his couch just shrugged. He
was getting bored anyway, a round of pool would help him pass the time. “Fine.
We’ll play pool.”
All night long Xander was attentive and friendly, and
much to his surprise Spike found that the whelp was good company when he wanted
to be.
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Xander looked at his
vampire and smiled to himself. He had fun last night and he was sure that Spike
had also enjoyed himself, so he was angling for a repeat
performance.
“Hey, Spike,” he greeted the vampire cheerfully.
“What do you want?” came the irritated reply.
“Wanna go to The
Bronze with me?” Xander asked, smiling as prettily as he could, while Spike
emitted his put-upon, long-suffering sigh.
The vampire looked him over
before asking resignedly “Are you going to hound me til we play pool again?”
“Pretty much, yeah,” the boy said, flashing his patented
aren’t-I-adorable smile that always worked on Willow.
“Fine. But you’re
buying me the good beer. None of that nasty local stuff.”
Hearing that,
Xander tried really hard not to bounce. “Whatever you say, Soulboy. Get a move
on then.”
What followed was a repeat of the previous night with Xander
being friendly and attentive. In fact, if Spike didn’t know better he’d swear
that the whelp was flirting with him. But that was impossible. The boy was
straight as they come, and anyway, he hated vampires generally, him in
particular.
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<24 hours
later>
Xander was once again hovering near the vampire. Over the last
couple of nights he’d become more confident that Spike liked him and he had
decided that tonight would be the night he would actually make an overt move on
Spike and hope to all that was good (and evil!) that the blond would respond.
So, here we go, big smile, aaaaaaaand action!
“Oh, Spiiiike, watcha
doin’?”
The vampire glared at him. “Fuck it. What do you want whelp?
What’s up your stupid Hawaiian sleeve? Are you deliberately trying to drive me
mad?”
Xander smiled softly at Spike’s exasperated tone, secure in the
knowledge that what he had up his ‘stupid Hawaiian sleeve’ was something they
would both enjoy. “Actually, no. Wanna go grab a beer?”
Spike openly
stared at Xander as if he’d completely lost his mind. “Have you completely lost
your tiny little mind?”
“Just ‘cause I wanna get a beer with you?” the
brunet asked, pretending to be confused.
“Well, *yes*! You *hate* me
remember?”
“Aw, don’t say that. I don’t hate you anymore. So, you coming
with?” Xander asked hopefully.
“Right. Will you excuse me a minute?”
Spike used his patented keep-Dru-calm voice.
Big, brown eyes smiled at
him expectantly. “Sure. But we’re going out after, right?
“Yup, whatever
you want, pet.” Still speaking soothingly, the vampire backed away warily,
grabbing the phone as he went to his room where he quickly dialed Willow’s
number. “Red? Did you put any kind of mojo on the whelp?” he asked worriedly and
immediately moved the receiver to a safe distance as the witch yelled
indignantly in his ear. “I did not! I don’t do that anymore! When will everyone
understand that?”
“No need to yell now,” he immediately tried to placate
her.
“Sorry, it’s still a touchy subject. What’s up with Xander?” Willow
asked earnestly.
“He’s been acting funny. Being all friendly-like,” Spike
explained.
“So?”
Spike glared at the phone, wondered if he'd
somehow stumbled into an alternate reality where he and Xander were the best of
friends, and resumed the conversation. “So, why would he do that?” he asked in
measured tones.
“'Cause he likes you maybe?" Willow ventured a guess.
“Red, the whelp doesn’t like me. Now please tell the nice vampire what’s
going on." For the second time that night Spike used a tone of voice usually
reserved for Dru during one of her fits.
“Fine. It’s Valentine’s Day,
isn’t it?”
“Yeah, so?”
“Well, there’s this curse thing, 'cause
Xander did a spell when we were in school. Not a big spell really, a little
spell, but well, Goddess Diana got kinda upset, and she only wanted to teach him
about real love you know? So, it’s not really a curse as such, more like a love
charm, and so every year, for the two days before and on the day of Valentine’s
Day, Xander gradually gets the courage to act on his feel…attraction, yeah
that’s it, attraction, to someone. Peaks on V-day and should be over by
tomorrow. Yeah. That’s it. The whole story. Not leaving even a tiny little
detail out. No sirree.”
It took Spike about a minute to sort through all
that. Willow in babble-mode never ceased to confuse him.
“But wait, you
said attraction, right? So it can’t be me 'cause the boy’s not
gay.”
“Well…actually he *is* bisexual.”
“What the fuck do you
mean, he’s bisexual?” the vampire yelled angrily.
The door opened and
Xander’s head popped into the room. “Everything okay in here?” he asked
worriedly.
“F-fine, pet, be out in a minute,” Spike
stuttered.
“Okie-dokie,” Xander smiled and agreed easily.
The
vampire sighed and returned to his conversation with Willow.
“So, you’re
telling me that some stuck-up Goddess got upset about some spell he did when he
was in high school and now the resident demon-magnet has an irresistible urge to
shag the body he’s attracted to? And he’s *bisexual*? And you didn’t think to
let the hot, male vampire flatmate know this?” his voice rising steadily with
each word and ending in a very loud growl.
“No need to yell!” Willow
huffed.
“I’ll yell if I bloody well want to!” Spike just yelled
louder.
“There’s no reason to be so upset, Spike. It’s not like it’s such
a hardship to hang out with Xander!”
Spike reconsidered the alternate
dimension theory.
“Have you all gone crazy? That’s it, I’m calling the
Watcher.”
“No! He doesn’t know!" Willow screeched desperately.
“He
doesn’t know? The whelp is under some kind of love spell and the Watcher doesn’t
know?”
“He was rather upset at Xander at the time and we didn’t want to
make it worse. And it’s a love *charm*,” she emphasized.
“How did he
cover it all these years, anyway?”
“Anya.”
“Oh. Forgot about the
demon chit. So, *she* dumps him and *I* get lucky…”
Xander popped his
head back in and pouted prettily at the vampire. “Spiiiiiiike, come on! I wanna
go out!” he whined.
“I’m coming, whelp! Gimme a bloody minute, will you?
Red, he better not stake me after the spell is finished or I swear I’m coming
back to haunt you!”
“It’s not a spell, it’s a…”
Spike slammed the
phone down and got up. Just give the boy what he wants. Not so tough. Right,
game plan: Go out with the whelp. Enjoy yourself. Did it the past couple of
nights, didn’t you?
Spike grabbed his jacket on the way out the door.
“Come on then, pet, night’s not getting any younger.”
This time when
Xander flirted, Spike flirted right back. And when the brunet checked out his
ass, he went right ahead and pressed it against the boy. He was pleasantly
surprised at what Harris did when encouraged - he went for all the flirty
touches, holding his hand or touching his lower back to guide him through the
crowd, letting their fingers touch when passing him a beer, touching his forearm
when he leaned in to talk to him, whispering in his ear instead of shouting at
him to be heard over the noise of the club. Being the sole focus of Xander
Harris’s *positive* attention was an experience to be savored.
After a
pleasant and, in Spike’s opinion, thoroughly entertaining evening, the boys made
their way back to the apartment. Xander walked through the front door continuing
his story. “And then Buffy turned around and screeched ‘This is my favourite
skirt! It’s suede!’ and then she did this spin-kick, and she kicked his head
right…” Turning around to demonstrate, Xander found himself chest-to-chest with
a smiling vampire. “…off…”
His voice trailed off as he became fascinated
with the shape of Spike’s smiling mouth. His thoughts dwindled down to ‘pretty
lips, pretty smile, pretty vampire’ and he couldn’t stop himself from
tremulously asking, “Spike, please, can I kiss you?”
Spike’s smile
widened. “Sure, pet.”
“Good…that’s good.” Xander leaned in and closed his
eyes, his lips barely touching that smiling
mouth.
“Pet?”
“Shh…this is the best part.”
After a few
moments he closed the distance and placed a soft kiss on Spike’s lips. A
satisfied little smile later, he came back for more, tracing the blond’s lips
with his tongue, slipping it into the cool mouth and exploring it as thoroughly
as possible. The kiss soon turned hot and intense, tongues stroking, each one
trying to devour the other.
Xander broke away to breathe and started
trailing open mouthed kisses down Spike’s neck, nibbling and licking the flesh.
He didn’t register at first that the hands that had been holding him close
started pushing him away. He vaguely heard a voice calling his name, asking him
to stop. Silly voice, why stop when it felt so good? He gently bit the flesh
before him in retaliation before soothing it with his tongue.
Suddenly
he was sprawled on the hard floor, looking up at Spike who, oddly enough, was
breathing. Raggedly. Blue eyes wide and staring at him in shock. What happened?
He was kissing the vampire and then, ‘Xander no, stop’. Oh. Spike wanted him to
stop. He’d said no. Didn’t want him.
Xander tried to pull himself
together, his voice thick with unshed tears “I’m sorry. Spike, I’m sorry.
I…it…it won’t happen again.”
“What? Xander, no, that’s not what
I…”
“Look, don’t worry about it, really. It’s nothing. I’ll just, I think
I’ll turn in for the night.”
As he was speaking Xander crawled the few
steps to his room. Couldn’t get up. Hurt too much to get up. Spike said no. He’d
said stop. Didn’t want him. Stupid Xander, stupid, stupid, why would he want
*you*?
“Xander, wait, please wait!” the vampire cried
desperately.
“It’s okay, Spike, won’t happen again. Promise. Don’t
worry.”
The bedroom door closed with a bang. Spike even heard the key
turning in the lock. He moved to stand close to it. Heard the muffled crying.
Heard the whispering. “Stupid, stupid, stupid Xander, doesn’t want you, had
Angelus and Drusilla and Buffy, why would he want you? Not you, never
you…”
“Oh, bloody hell.” Spike stood there staring at the door. What if
the spell was still affecting him? Red. Red ’ll know. He grabbed the phone and
dialed. “Willow?” The vampire’s rising panic was evident even in only that
word.
“Hmm? Spike? Why are you calling me this time of night?” she asked
sleepily.
“I think I broke Xander!” he exclaimed anxiously, still staring
at the closed bedroom door.
“You did what?” she screeched.
“It’s
not my fault! All I wanted to do was tell him to quit for a minute and he broke
down!” Spike babbled.
“Spike, why would you want him to stop?” Willow
asked, confused.
“'CauseIdidn’twantittobejustthespell,” the vampire
mumbled.
“What?”
Spike sighed; he really didn’t want to have this
conversation. “'Cause I didn’t want it to be just the spell,” he repeated more
slowly.
He heard Willow sigh.
“Spike, you’re an idiot.”
“I
am not!” He waited a beat. “Why am I an idiot?”
“’Cause it’s obvious that
Xander has a crush on you! Has had for a few months now,” she
explained.
“No, he doesn’t! He hates me! He only wants me ‘cause of the
spell,” Spike insisted.
“He doesn’t hate you. He just doesn’t know how to
act around you. Every time he tries to be friendly, you think he’s up to
something. And I told you it was a love *charm*! It’s supposed to help him find
the courage to *go* after someone he already wants, not make him *lust* after
them!” Willow sighed. “Look, Spike, I don’t know what you did, but you better
fix it. I really don’t wanna have to come at you with a shovel, okay?
G’night.”
“Red, wait!” Spike cried out even as he heard the 'click!’. He
shook the phone in frustration. What the hell was he supposed to do to fix this!
And what did a shovel have to do with anything?
“Right. When in doubt, go
for classic.”
Spike started hunting around the apartment for the things
he needed to put his plan into action. Forty-five minutes and a quick trip to an
all-night store later, he was done. And he had thought of the perfect way to get
Xander out of his room.
“Xander? Look, sorry to bother you, pet, but
Willow’s out here and she’s crying. I dunno what to do about it.”
Within
a few seconds the door was open and Xander was frantically asking a non-existent
Willow what was wrong. Spike took in the red-rimmed eyes and the disheveled
appearance of the boy and felt his chest constrict. I did that. I made him cry.
Red was right, I’m an idiot. Then he noticed that all Xander wore was a pair of
red silk boxers.
At the same time, Xander was looking around the living
room in confusion. There was no Willow, but there were lit candles everywhere,
their flickering light the only illumination in the room. Jazz music was playing
softly in the background.
“What’s all this?” he asked.
Spike
didn’t even realize that Xander was talking. He was too busy staring and deeply
appreciating the sight before him.
“Spike!”
“Huh?
What?”
Shaking his head in exasperation, Xander repeated his
question.
Spike took a deep unneeded breath and started explaining the
misunderstanding. “I just wanted to say I’m sorry about before. I…”
Previously hopeful eyes turned flat again at the vampire’s apology.
“Spike, I told you, you don’t have to apologize. You didn’t want that to happen,
and you had every right to say so.”
As he was talking, Xander walked
backwards and into his room. But Spike had had enough. He grabbed the boy and
shoved him against the doorframe, holding an arm across his chest and a hand
over his mouth.
“Oh, bloody hell, whelp. Will you shut up and listen?
I’m sorry I asked you to stop because you *did* stop, you idiot! I didn’t mean
‘stop completely’. I just wanted you to stop for all of five minutes so I could
be sure you didn’t want me just ‘cause of some stupid spell! I like you. I set
this whole stupid thing up for you, you pillock! I even got you chocolate, more
fool me. What? What’s that you said?”
“Mf mhaid hmm mke yh
tff.”
Spike removed his hand from the boy’s mouth just long enough for
him to smile brilliantly and repeat, “I said, I like you,
too.”
“That…that’s good. So, wanna come out here and have some of that
nice chocolate I got for you?” the vampire asked encouragingly.
Xander
nodded enthusiastically and Spike bestowed a soft kiss on the happy youth as he
let him go.
“Just gimme a minute to get some clothes on.”
Spike
grabbed Xander again and dragged him away from the room.
“Oh, no, you
don’t. I’m not letting you go in there again! Well, not without me that is.
‘Sides, I like how you look with those on.”
A blushing Xander allowed
himself to be herded to the living room and sat down before the coffee table
which was presently covered with a white table cloth and a few candles. The
centerpiece was a huge, heart-shaped box of chocolate.
Spike settled
onto the couch behind Xander and pulled the boy back against him and into his
arms. He immediately started nuzzling his neck, kissing and licking his way down
to the young man’s shoulder.
“Spike? I thought you said we should stop
this for a while?” Xander asked nervously.
The blond barely even paused
his ministrations, answering against Xander’s skin, sending shivers down the
brunet’s spine. “That was before. Don’t wanna stop now.”
Hands came into
play, exploring, teasing, moving slowly but inexorably downwards. Xander
shuddered at the sensations elicited by Spike’s extremely talented hands, and
arched into the contact. As he moved back into Spike, the heart-shaped box
caught his eye. He immediately grabbed the vampire’s hands, holding them away
from his body.
“Spike, chocolate! You got me chocolate!” he exclaimed
excitedly.
The blond groaned in frustration and dropped his forehead onto
Xander’s shoulder. “How can you think of chocolate at a time like this?” he
asked desperately.
Turning around in Spike’s arms, the boy kissed him
thoroughly before replying. “’Cause it’s chocolate, of course. Wanna feed me
some?”
The blond whined, “No, wanna kiss you.”
Xander grinned,
and replied, “You can do both! Neat little trick I learned from Anya.”
He
leaned over, grabbed the box, and selected a chocolate. “Now, hold half of it
with your teeth, don’t bite it, just hold it,” he directed.
With a
long-suffering sigh, the vampire followed the boy’s instructions. Xander
straddled Spike’s legs, cupped his face with his hands, and started nibbling on
the chocolate until he reached the mouth holding it. He then proceeded to lick
the lips clean of any chocolate traces before reaching inside. His tongue
explored, learning Spike’s taste, and looking for every last bit of the
delicious sweet. By the time he was finished, the vampire was moaning and
pulling him close to his body so that they were flush against each other. Xander
drew back and smiled.
“More?”
“Hell, yeah!”
The next hour
was spent slowly consuming the chocolate. By the time the box was empty, Spike’s
hands had wandered down inside Xander’s boxer shorts to cup and massage his ass,
and they were both thrusting and grinding slowly against each other. Spike
slipped a finger between the firm cheeks and rubbed it against the boy’s pucker.
The result was instantaneous as Xander moaned into the kiss and pushed against
the questing finger.
“Like that, pet?” Spike purred.
“Oh, God,
yeah. More Spike, please…”
Laughing softly, the vampire pushed the boy
upwards. “On your knees, Xan, come on.”
Lifting himself onto his knees,
Xander found that his cock was now level with the vampire’s mouth. The hands
left his ass to push down his shorts and suddenly Spike was licking the hollow
next to his hipbone while a finger traced his mouth.
“Lick it, pet,”
Spike whispered huskily.
Xander immediately allowed the digit into his
mouth twirling his tongue around it and sucking on it. A few seconds later the
finger was back teasing his hole, stroking, and circling, and pushing in.
Feeling the finger reaching inside him, Xander pushed back and then forward,
thrusting his cock right into a cool, wet mouth that immediately started a light
sucking action, just strong enough to drive him crazy.
“Spike, I
need…ah…more, just…oh yeah…more please.”
With a final lick, the mouth was
removed.
"More what, love?"
Xander groaned at the loss of contact
"More…your mouth…more," he babbled.
A shudder traveled the length of
Xander's body as Spike laved the sensitive vein on the underside of his cock
before sucking the head between his lips. Hands gravitated towards the vampire’s
head, threading through his hair, and holding him close. Pulling back, Spike
licked the head, his tongue dipping into the slit. By that time, Xander was
moaning continuously.
"Like that, do you? What about this?" Spike
lowered his mouth to engulf the boy's straining cock in one swift move. Xander
screamed and thrust into the cool wetness.
"God, Spike! Want…," he
moaned as the blond swallowed around his shaft. "Need to see you. Wanna fuck you
Spike, wanna come inside you…"
Spike pulled off Xander. “Ins…”
The vampire hastily unbuttoned the fly on his worn jeans and tried to
pull them down without dislodging the brunet. When he realised that was
impossible he growled and raised his head to look pleadingly at Xander. Before
he knew it, the boy was off the couch pulling off his boots and attacking his
jeans, dragging them down as fast as possible. When he finally removed them, he
knelt between Spike’s legs and trailed his mouth down the cock before him,
pausing to suck and lick his balls. Xander pulled him to the edge of the couch
and pushed his legs further apart and upwards, with a terse instruction to ‘hold
them up’, before continuing his exploration of the vampire's body.
Spike
held his legs up, knees touching his shoulders, and groaned harshly as Xander
finally tongued his hole. Hearing that, the boy stopped and turned his own words
against him. "Like that, do you?" he asked huskily.
"Fuck,
yes!"
Xander smiled and returned to his task. Spike could feel a hot wet
tongue licking and probing, and then stabbing inside him. When he could no
longer think straight, the tongue retreated. Spike couldn’t hold back a growl as
he opened golden eyes to look at the human.
“Where the Hell do you think
you’re going?” he growled.
“Need lube. Told you, I wanna come inside
you.”
A few seconds later he was back and Spike opened his eyes to see
his boy standing there just looking at him with this part-hungry, part-awed
expression in his eyes.
“God, Spike, do you know how hot you look?
Sitting there, holding yourself open for me,” he whispered
reverently.
Spike closed his eyes against the intensity of that gaze, and
then felt a finger exploring his groin. Much like the mouth before, the finger
started at the crown of his cock and moved down slowly towards his balls,
pausing a little to trace and circle before moving on. The contact was lost for
a minute before the finger returned, slicked up and tracing his hole. After what
seemed like ages of teasing touches the finger was finally pushing inside him,
and the burn had just started to feel good when it was withdrawn a few moments
later. Spike’s growl at the retreat changed to a whimper when Xander returned,
pushing a second finger in alongside the first. “There—yes. Oh, yeah, pet, just
like that," he muttered breathlessly.
By the time Xander was done
preparing him, Spike was twitching impatiently, pleading, begging him to fuck
him, please now. And then he was there, pushing inside him, so hot he thought he
might spontaneously combust.
Xander thrust into Spike until he was fully
sheathed in the cool body. He groaned at the tightness and leaned in to kiss
Spike just as the vampire wrapped his legs around his waist. Unable to stay
still, he pulled almost completely out and thrust back in fully.
“Spike…so tight…can’t hold out…”
The vampire grabbed the boy’s
ass and tried to pull him even closer to him. “’S okay, pet, just fuck me…hard
and fast…” he said, the urgency in his voice lending credence to his
words.
Full body shudder and Xander started moving in earnest, cock
sliding in and out as hard and fast and deep as he could go. The only sound in
the room was the ragged breathing and grunts of the lovers, and the slap of
flesh against flesh. Until Spike clenched his muscles around the hard cock
inside him and Xander buried his face in his vampire’s neck, screaming his
release. The sound of his lover coming was the catalyst that pushed Spike over
the edge a split second before Xander collapsed against him.
A few
moments later, Spike shifted them both so that they were lying comfortably on
the couch, settling the brunet on top of him.
“That was…that was good,”
Xander sighed softly.
“Was more than *good*, pet,” Spike
corrected.
“True, true,” the human mumbled, already
half-asleep.
“So, what’s this I hear about a spell, then…”
Xander
immediately tensed and raised himself to look at his lover, eyes wide with
surprise and fear. “Oh, God, Spike, please tell me you don’t think this was just
because of a spell!”
The vampire just shrugged, his face remaining
expressionless and sending the boy away in a panic, leaping from the couch to
stand in front of him, glaring down at him and screaming. “Don’t you dare tell
me you think this was spell-induced. I’ve wanted you for months, damn it. Not my
fault you’re blind as a bat. All the spell did was give me the courage to act on
it, you…you git! And it wasn’t even a spell it was a stupid love charm.”
Xander paused in his tirade and breathed in deeply. As his anger
dissolved all that was left was weariness and hurt. He tried to keep both out of
his voice. “You know what? Fine. You want this to be because of a spell so you
can forget about it? That's just fine. Excuse me if I don’t want to sit here and
listen to your ‘it never happened’ speech.”
He turned to leave only to
find that Spike had leaped from the couch and moved in front of him to stop him
going anywhere. The vampire commenced to speak in a soothing voice. “Now wait
just one minute. I never said I wanted to write this off, so stop putting words
in my mouth. What I was going to say was that if you’re sure this whole thing
wasn’t spell-induced, maybe we should give it a chance to be more than a
one-night thing…if you wanted.”
For the second time that night Xander’s
mood switched from despair to absolute happiness.
“You mean that?
Really?” he asked hopefully.
Spike smiled. “Yeah, pet, really.” He then
frowned at the brunet and continued, “We really gotta work on your self-esteem,
Xan. You can’t keep thinking I’m trying to dump you if we’re gonna make a go of
this.”
Shifting from a megawatt grin to a suggestive leer, Xander nodded
happily and pointed towards his bedroom. “Wanna show me how much you appreciate
me in there?”
Spike matched his boy’s leer with one of his own, and
started towards the bedroom. “Don’t see why not. Come on then, shift that pretty
arse of yours, I wanna play.”