sh33pie (50ftqueenie) wrote in bloodclaim,
sh33pie
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Need 6

Need 6

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: D/s, Bloodplay, Rimming, Bondage

Pairing: Spike/Xander

Summary: Xander has always known what Spike needs, now he's going to make sure he gets it.

Previous parts: Previously

Xander rolled out from under Spike, and left the smaller man in his warm spot in the bed. With a smile on his face, he dealt with his human needs and then took a hot shower. When he got out, he checked the time and settled in for a bowl of cereal, and some cartoons on the new TV.

It only took a half hour of sleeping alone for Spike to wake up and join him on the long leather couch with his own breakfast. After an hour of snuggling and an hour of 'toons, Xander shut off the TV and turned to his companion. "Come on, Bleachie, I want to show you something."

He took Spike's hand, and led him to a door on the far side of the kitchen, picking up the envelope he'd left on the table as they went. The door led to a long hallway, with only one other door at the very end. Xander opened the door and pulled Spike into a parking garage. He handed him a key chain with several keys and a remote attached. It also had a card key identical to the one he used to access the elevator.

"These are yours. Press that button right there." He commanded, pointing to one button on the remote. Spike did as he was asked, and watched stunned as a door rolled open revealing what could have been his Desoto. If it looked factory new and had the windows scraped clean of paint. "I was going to lease you something new, but I thought you might appreciate a revamp, pardon the pun, on your car instead. It took the shop a couple weeks to do all the detail work I wanted done." Xander trailed off as Spike slowly walked towards the car without saying anything.

They stood by the car in silence for a few moments until finally Spike spoke. "Is this... was this my car?"

Xander nodded, and then spoke when he realized Spike wasn't looking at him. "Yeah, I uh found out where you were keeping it and made arrangements to have it restored. They put a new paint job on it; It looks black in here, but in natural light, it has this cool red sheen. New sound system, replacement windows, and they repaired the leather work. Is it, OK?" He asked quietly, afraid he'd screwed up royally.

"It's more than OK, pet. Nobody has ever done something this thoughtful fer me, and I'm standing here desperately trying to not cry like some bloody chit." Spike said with a manly quiver in his voice.

"Oh," Xander said, "well, uh, when you have control over that, why don't you take me for a drive."

"Course pet, but vampire here, and it's the middle of the day. Unless you got some spray paint handy I won't be driving anywhere for another few hours."

"Do you trust me, Spike?" Xander asked seriously.

Spike thought about it for a moment, serious look on his face. "Yeah, pet, I do."

"Well then, Blondie, get behind the wheel and take me for a spin." Xander said before climbing into the passenger seat.

Spike hesitated only a moment before sliding into the driver seat. He hesitated a moment or two longer as he took in the new interior of his baby. There was a CD player in the dash now, and the seats were soft and subtle leather. "What, no hyper-drive, Harris?" He asked with a smirk.

"Nah, they couldn't get the parts for that installed in time. Maybe next upgrade." Xander joked back.

Spike started the car and listened to the engine a minute, before kicking it into gear and following the signs towards the exit. He stopped on the exit ramp and looked out at the clear sunny day in front of them, and then swallowed nervously. "You sure about this, pet?"

"Just drive, Spike." Xander ordered with a small smile.

Spike took a deep unneeded breath, and stepped on the gas. When a ray of sunlight fell on his hand, Spike yelled and frantically pulled it back into the safety of the shade, and actually turned to yell at Xander before he realized the sun hadn't burned him. He pulled over and slowly slid one hand into the light. When nothing happened, he put his other hand into the light, and after several long minutes, he shifted around in his seat so he could see Xander. "What's going on here, Xander?"

"It's this new glass we found when we started looking for materials for our latest project. It's called 'Necro-tempered'. Apparently it blocks out the bits of sunlight that are flammable to vampires. If I hadn't already set my heart on our apartment, we could have waited for one of the new vamp proof penthouses that we're building into the newest project. One of the flaws is that I had the process done to bulletproof glass, so it while it's gonna be harder to shatter and let in any evil bad sunlight, you can't roll down the windows."

"I can live with that, pet. So, I think I promised you a drive, now didn't I?" Spike asked with a grin.

"Yeah, you did, Blondie. Why don't you give me a drive now, and I'll give you a ride later?" Xander smirked back at him.

"Sounds like my kind of plan, pet. All we need are some tunes..." Spike trailed off as Xander's hand shot up in front of him and flipped down the visor. There was a CD holder filled with home burned discs. Xander selected one and dropped it into the player. He fiddled with the controls a moment and suddenly the pair of them found themselves cruising through the bright day to 'My Way'.

-----

It was just after dark when they returned home. While they were out enjoying the day, Xander had picked up dinner and ran a few other errands. Xander carried in the bags while Spike said goodnight to his baby.

Xander grabbed a couple beers and sat them next to the bag of Chinese food. He put the tub of blood from the butcher in the refrigerator, and then microwaved one of Spike's bags before transferring it to his cup. Xander had just settled in on the couch with everything when Spike came in.

They cuddled on the couch and watched TV for a couple hours, nibbling on whatever container was closest at any given time. When Spike went to grab them another couple beers he noticed the pig's blood on the shelf.

"So what's up with the tub of liquid porky in the fridge, pet?" He asked, curiosity peeked.

"Oh, I figure it's only right to have something around for your in-laws to drink."

"In-law's, Pet? Don't tell me yer ma and da are coming for a visit already?" Spike asked amused.

"It ain't my dad who likes to drink pig's blood." Xander said with a smirk.

"Bloody Hell! Why would Peaches be coming here?" He asked, flustered now.

"Well let's think. What did we do last night, Spike?"

"We moved in here, and then we had a bloody good snog and then a brilliant shag."

"And?"

"And I claimed you as my... Son of a Bitch! He's gonna rush his poofy arse down here to see just what I've done, isn't he?"

"Yup." Xander said smirking at his mate.

"You know, for someone who claims to hate the broody bastard so much, you're taking this awfully calm, pet."

"I've stood toe to toe with his insane alter-ego and not only lived to tell the tale, Spike, I won. So having a round of who's got the biggest pair with the king of hair gel isn't exactly something to send me running. Besides, I have my mate at my side. Whenever, whatever, we fight it together, and we win. It's as simple as that."

"And this nifty calm isn't cause you're planning on pointing and laughing at him from the safety of our doorway without inviting him in?" Spike asked with a smirk.

"Of course not, Spike. Although, if he comes here with bad intent he can't come in anyway; the wards would stop him. There's not much I can do about that. So lets just hope daddy dearest is in a listening mood."

"Not bloody likely, mate. He'll probably lecture you for a few hours on the evil that is me, then try to stake me a couple times before we get fed up and trounce him, then he'll go whining to the watcher, who'll of course inform the slayer, and then we'll have the whole lot of them whining at our door wanting me to meet a nice piece of wood, or to de-spell you from your clearly delusional state."

"You know that sounds depressingly accurate. With the exception of the whole lot of them showing up here. Speaking of which, I owe a certain redhead a call." Xander hopped up and grabbed the wireless phone off the counter and then snuggled back in next to Spike before he started dialing. "Tara, hi. Is Wills around? Yeah? Great, tell her to pick up the other phone and I'll tell you both at the same time."

Spike sat back and watched his mate warily. What the bloody hell was the whelp going to tell Red and Glinda? He could kind of understand the need to lie, after all he didn't want Her royal Buffyness to come after him with the handiest piece of wood, but it still rankled that he was going to be some sort of dirty little secret. Lost in his own, dare we call it broodyness, he missed several minutes of the conversation, but tuned back in just in time to hear Xander thanking Willow for her help.

"Yeah, we spent the whole afternoon just driving around, listening to those discs. I can't thank you enough for showing me how to burn them."

Red asked Xander something, but Spike couldn't quite make it out.

"Yeah, it was great," Was Xander blushing? "And now that we're all official like, I expect a nice wedding present, Missy." Wedding present? What the bleeding Christ was he telling the birds? Had the whelp made up an imaginary wife? "Don't you dare finish that question, Willow, or I'll be forced to ask you and Tara the same thing, in public. Besides, we're sorta taking turns with that, when I did my bit to satisfy the hyena it was me, then when it was Spike's turn, it was him."

Xander started laughing, and Spike could hear Red sputtering and laughing on the other end of the line, then clearly heard her shouting "TMI", whatever the bloody hell that meant. Then he heard Tara giggling and telling Willow, "That'll teach you to ask questions you don't want the answers to, honey." Spike was beyond confused. What the hell had he told them? Before he could suss it all out properly, Xander handed him the phone.

"Willow needs to have a word with you, Spike." Xander said with a smirk.

Nervous now, Spike plucked the phone from Xander's hand. "Yeah, Red?" Spike listened to her go on for a few moments, told her he understood, and handed the phone back to Xander.

Spike was in a right state of shock. Sweet, pixie-like little Red had just threatened to off him with a shovel if he did anything to hurt her Xander shaped friend. And Glinda had chimed in that she'd help. What the hell was going on, and what had the whelp told them that would induce such threats?

Spike wandered into the kitchen to heat up another bag of blood, and waited for Xander to get off the phone. He sat there staring off into space while his mind worked overtime trying to figure out just what the hell was going on, and was still in that position when Xander came into the room.

"Penny for your thought, Blondie." Xander said with a smile.

Spike could only blink at him owlishly for a minute or two, while he worked out how to ask what he wanted to know. Finally he gave up and just asked bluntly. "What sort of shite have you been telling Red and Glinda about me, whelp?"

Now Xander looked confused, and maybe a bit upset, but Spike wasn't having none of that. It was bad enough that the boy was gonna keep their being together a secret, obviously, but for him to go out of his way to piss the birds off at Spike? That was just mean, that was, and he wanted to know why.

"I told them the truth." Xander said just a touch too defensively for Spike's tastes.

"Oh really? So what sort of truth did you tell to have the pair of them threaten me with a shovel, eh whelp?" He asked becoming angrier by the minute, a fact that was not at all helped by the ponce in front of him breaking out into a bloody stupid grin.

"They really threatened you with a shovel?" Xander asked before breaking into the most God awful dancing Spike had ever seen. It almost looked like the boy was having a seizure while standing up. "This is great." He said, as he finished doing whatever the hell that thing was.

"I don't see what's so bloody great about two of the very small number of humans I can actually stand, feeling like they have to threaten me, based on whatever the hell you told them." Spike practically snarled at Xander.

"But it's a good thing. See I knew she said she was ok with it, but I thought she was just being all support-o girl, you know? I didn't think she was ok enough to give the shovel speech. That's just awesome, and Tara threatened to help too. This is so great, Spike." Xander was still wearing a grin that, while it lit up the room, made Spike want to vault over the table and smack it off of his face, under the circumstances.

Gritting his teeth and gripping the table to keep from doing just that, Spike spoke again. Slowly, as he was clearly mated to a bloody idiot. "Tell me, whelp, just why is telling the bloody chits crap about me and getting them to want to beat me to death a good thing, cause clearly I'm missing something here, or our definition of a good thing is vastly different."

Suddenly Xander realized just how furious Spike was, and just like that his grin dropped, and his own anger was rising. "You wanted me to lie about us, didn't you. You think I'm some sort of embarrassment, is that it? Have you changed your mind that quickly about wanting me as your consort? Don't want anyone to know your with the pathetic loser, right?"

"What the fuck are you talking about? You're the one who lied to the birds, and then somehow got them mad enough to want to kill me." Spike spit back at him.

"I did not." Xander yelled back.

"What?" Spike asked, confused, cause everything about Xander in that moment said he was telling the truth.

"I did not lie to Willow and Tara. They both know we're together, that I'm your consort and you're my mate."

"What?" Spike asked again, completely gobsmacked. "They what? Is that why they threatened me, then? They don't want us together?"

"Willow threatened you with a shovel right? If you hurt me, she'd hunt you down, kill you with a shovel, yadda yadda yadda?" Xander asked, amusement coming back, now that he sort of understood what had happened.

"Pretty much, yeah." Spike said, so very, very confused.

"That's Willow's standard warning to people me or Buffy date. She gave Riley the same speech, although as far as I know, this is the first time Tara has offered to join in. It means they're OK with us being together."

"Their seal of approval is a death threat?" Spike asked somewhere between stunned stupid and ecstatic.

"Ya-huh."

"And you told them all about us being together?" Spike asked, barely able to believe it.

"Ya-huh."

"And I've just thrown a completely stupid tantrum over bloody nothing, and come off looking like a huge tit, haven't I?"

"Ya-huh." Xander said with a smirk, before pulling his vampire into a tight embrace.
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