Paring: What else? S/X of course.
Rating: Adult for language and M/M activity.
Disclaimer: None of the characters in this story belong to the Bee.
and she makes no money off them, or anything else. The Bee is broke.
Summary: The Rosebud Murders took an emotional toll on
everyone involved. Is love enough for a happily ever after or does
it take a hell of a lot of work and compromise to build a life together?
Spike and Xander struggle to find out.
Spike leaned his head against the bathroom wall and sighed.
He did not want to have this conversation but knew it was time.
It was past time. Loooong past time.
He could hear Xander in the bedroom struggling with the stuck dresser
drawer and decided to just get it out. Open this can of worms and
let the begging and pleading begin.
"This just isn't working, Xander. I've tried. I really have, but you
have to admit that there is just no way this is going to last. We have
to be realistic. We just can't go on like this."
Xander froze. He had just extricated a pair of jeans from the three
inches he had been able to pry the top drawer open and was feeling
fairly jubilant. It was a feeling that just flushed down the toilet, and
Spike had his fingers on the handle.
He knew this was coming. He had seen it in Spike's face each morning
when he rolled out of bed and headed for the shower. It had been one
thing when Spike was just out of the hospital and spending his time alternating
between the sofa and the bed, being waited on hand and foot by Xander,
but now that he was up and mobile and back to work, it was all just
Xander laid his hard won pants on the bottom of the bed and eased over to
the bathroom doorway.
"Please, Spike, I know we can work this out. I'll do better about staying
out of your way. I love you. Please can't we work this out?"
Spike wiped the last of the shaving cream off his cheeks and dried his arms
and chest before turning to face the pitiful man behind him. This time
he meant business. This time Spike would not be swayed.
"No, Xander. No. I love you too, Pet, but this apartment is just too small.
We trip over each other constantly which, usually I don't mind, but there aren't
enough closets, the shower is too small for one person let alone two, and the
kitchen, although I love your work there, just doesn't cut it. We need
a bigger place"
Spike reached out and placed his cool hands on the sides of Xander face
kissing his closed, pouty lips. Much as he wanted too, Xander couldn't stay
mad. He immediately wrapped his arms around Spike's waist and slammed
their bodies tightly together.
Tipping his head to the side, Xander opened his mouth. The moment Spike's
tongue slid slickly in, the warm air rushed from Xander's nose and a groan
came from low in his throat.
Both men felt the now familiar rush of heat as their bodies recognized the action
and reaction from it's mate. Their cocks hardened quickly and sought the feel
of bump and slide.
Spike tugged loose the towel he had tied around his waist and step by step
backed Xander toward the bed. Xander's legs joined in the bedroom line
dance whose steps were easily learned. Two steps back, slide, slide. Two
steps to the left, twist, turn and tumble.
Dancing With The Stars had nothing on him.
Xander broke the kiss and grinned like a loon. He quickly scrambled
out of the flannel Sponge Bob sleeper pants he wore and his hard cock
bounced as the elastic caught against the north pointed head.
Spike's eyes sparkled with mischief and he scowled angrily.
"Look at you. Pretending to be all innocent. Well I know you're NOT!"
Xander blinked through the horny haze he had been swimming in, not sure
where this was going but willing to float along.
"I'm not?" He squeaked.
Spike leaped off the bed, his rigid cock smacking wetly against his stomach
as he stood, arms crossed over his chest.
"No, you're not. Get on the wall! Assume the position! You're under
Xander's eyes got huge. Nothing turned him on like police talk and nobody
could talk that shit like Spike. He scrambled to comply. Slapping his palms
against the wall, he stood with his feet defiantly together, knowing what would
"Spread 'em, Boy. Get those legs apart. You hiding something in there?"
Spike shoved his foot between Xander's and began kicking back and forth
as Xander squiggled his feet apart. Finally, at an uncomfortable, off balance
angle, Spike put his hand on the center of Xander's back and pushed him roughly
to bend over just a bit more.
At this position, Xander was forced to keep his hands on the wall to prevent
his tipping over. His cock bubbled pathetically begging for some touch, some
Spike began the search.
Standing behind him, Spike pressed his body to Xander's back clamping his
bony fingers around Xander's wrists. Firmly he ran his hands up the boy's
arms enjoying the feel of his skin as it blossomed into goose bumps and
the thick hair rose in the wake of Spike's hands. The muscles in Xander's
forearms instantly went rock hard under Spike's touch.
Sliding his palms around to Xander's chest he briefly pinched and twisted
the hard pebbled nipples. Xander's hips jerked back and he moaned as
he felt Spike's cock wet his butt cheek.
Spike smacked the damp spot sharply, smiling at his lover's reactions.
"Hold still, Boy!"
Xander whimpered. Spike resumed his pat down by running his hands all
over the tan, firm, muscular back. Starting where the thick dark hair
hung to the base of his neck all the way down to where his waist curved
in before rolling up into the amazing, full cheeks of his perfect ass.
This time the breathless whine that escaped left Spike's lips. Finally his
fingers reached the firm round globes where they paused, involuntarily
squeezing and groping.
Immediately Xander's feet wiggled further apart and his hips canted, hoping
Spike's time restraint would prevent further postponement. Spike smiled.
His thumb slid down between Xander's cheeks like a credit card making
a big ticket purchase, and brushed lightly over the puckered prize.
"Yeah, yeah, right there. Come on. Baby. Right there."
As soon as he had said it, Xander realized his mistake.
SMACK! Spike's hand left a clear four fingered print against the smooth
slightly hairy ass.
"You have the right to remain silent. I suggest you do that until your
attorney tells you otherwise."
Xander's cock slobbered and hardened even more.
"Yes, Sir, Mr. Cop, Officer, Detective Spike, Sir."
Dropping to a crouch behind him, Spike slowly he ran his hands up
Xander's left calf to his thigh. He could feel the leg muscles flex and
tense as Spike scraped his thumb nail across the backside of Xander's knee.
Xander moaned, knowing begging wouldn't help. Not yet anyway.
Spike let his fingertips brush over the back of Xander's balls before removing
his hands and repeating the action on the other leg.
Xander was whimpering almost nonstop. His overheated body craved the
cool touch of Spike's fingers and his dick cried for either of their hands.
Spike, too had reached the limit of his patience. Standing back up he gripped
Xander's hips to stop the constant rocking and humping.
"So, you have the evidence hidden, do you? Well you won't conceal
it from me. You were just unlucky enough to commit your crime in my
jurisdiction. I have a probe that can find anything you have hidden on your person."
Xander grinned and got a bit more comfortable. He knew just what to say
to move this interrogation along. His voice became bratty, defiant.
"Do you have a search warrant?"
Spike grabbed the oil from the night stand and growled.
"I've got your warrant right here, Boy."
Quickly slicking himself up, Spike felt around, satisfied that Xander's hole
was still relaxed from the night before and he pressed forward. With only a little
resistance the head popped through. Spike wrapped his arms around Xander's
body and held him tight, Spike's sweaty forehead laid between Xander's
Xander felt Spike's hot breath rush out against his skin and he shivered.
"Move with me Spike. Jesus, that's good."
Spike straightened up, his right hand slid down from Xander's firm stomach to his
firmer cock. His fingers wrapped around the shaft and held it tightly. Slowly
Spike pulled back, looking down and watching as his own cock shaft
Quickly his pushed back in, his hand slipping forward, stroking the hot, fat fleshy
cock. The second Spike's cock head bumped Xander's prostate, he jerked.
"Fuck! Right there!"
Humping back and forth, Xander did most of the work while Spike's cock rode
along happily taking the back seat, feet up on the tandem ride. When the tingle
started in Spike's legs and crotch he knew the trip had almost reached the station.
He could also tell by the rigid, wet cock in his hand that he and Xander would
be arriving together. Spike took the lead and pounded fast and deep.
"Harder, Fuck, Spike, Harder. Oh God! Oh G........FUCK!"
Xander's inner muscles clamped painfully around a cock that had already
started pumping warm cum into his lover's body, causing another round of
spasms to squeeze out just a little more.
"Oh, damn, damn, damn. Fuck, Xan."
Neither man moved till the waves of pleasure had ebbed and their muscles
returned to function. Slowly Spike eased his cock out of the leaking, tight
At the last second, Xander snickered, squeezed and flexed his inner wall
muscles, pinching the head as it pulled out.
"Ouch, ouch, ouch. Smart ass. Now I gotta clean up again and still try
to get to work on time. And you, you brat, are going to start hunting for
a new apartment. Today!"
Spike waggled his finger in Xander's frowning face before heading
back to the small cramped bathroom.