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.
Thanks to Petxnd for the lovely banner
Xander pulled out a set of keys and unlocked the front door
with an exaggerated wave of his arm. Spike stepped back on the
loose boards of the huge front porch and eyed his boy suspiciously.
"Where the hell did you get a key? Goddamn it Xander, did you sign
a lease? Did you see that fuckin mess of a front yard? Whoever owns
Xander immediately turned and stuck his finger under Spike's nose.
"Uh uh. You promised. Not one more word. Not till the grand
tour. Come on, Babe. It's great. You're gonna love it."
Spike took a deep breath. Then he smiled and shook his head.
Xander's enthusiasm was infectious. Besides, a few well placed threats
to the landlord - tenant board down at city hall could force this place
to be brought up to code in no time. He knew how to handle a fuckin'
Spike pulled Xander to him pressing their bodies together. The incredible
heat of the psychic's body told Spike that his adrenalin was high. It was
a feeling that always transferred to Spike and the shared warmth flushed
"Yeah, sure. We'll have us a little lookie see and you can convince
me of what a nice place this horrendous monstrosity is hiding.
Then after we are all done, we can go back home and have us a cozy
bit of a shag, yeah?"
Spike pressed Xander against the open doorway and dove in for a hot,
wet, tongue licking kiss. He ran his hands down Xander's chest, pausing
at the firm, sharp outline of the nipples that waited for Spike's fingers
to pinch and rub them.
Xander's cock twitched happily in his pants at the offer and the kiss.
If they were going to 'shag' as Spike puts it, they could do it sooner
than the detective thought. All Xander had to do was persuade him
that they were already home.
"Yeah, good, sounds good, come on."
Xander broke the kiss and breathlessly stepped inside, pulling Spike
by the hand, with him. Spike reluctantly released him and both men
stepped inside, adjusting their matching erections.
The interior was nothing that Spike was expecting and he shook his head
in confusion. It was dim, dark and dusty, the air stale and closed up.
"Where's the flat?"
"You said something was flat."
"The APARTMENT, Xander. A Flat. An apartment. This place looks
"Not abandoned. Not really."
Xander grabbed Spike by the hand and pulled him into the formal sitting
room. With great flourish he whipped the sheet off the matching red chair
and tossed it to the side in a cloud of dust.
Spike sneezed and wiped his nose as a sinking feeling started to register
in his allergy racked head.
"Oh, shit. You don't mean...... You can't possibly want to...... Fuck,
Xander no. Just......no. Look, I have NEVER lived in a house.
Why you ask? Because I don't want to, that's why. A flat is simple.
Something breaks, you call, they fix. No grass to cut, no leaves to rake.
Did you see that fuckin' jungle we just walked through?"
Spike pointed wildly at the front yard, the fingers of his hand flopping
around as his wrist snapped back and forth.
Xander pouted and gave his best puppy eyes.
"Please, Spike, you promised. Just take the tour. Look around.
Besides, the rent is REALLY reasonable."
Xander grinned and waggled his eyebrows.
The next hour was spent in perpetual motion. Xander spinning and
rushing from room to room, dragging a silent scowling Spike with him.
Bedroom, bathroom, study. Bedroom, bathroom, library.
Spike was beginning to sense a pattern.
Xander was ecstatic.
Each room that he had seen before with Patrick seemed twice as nice
now that he was with Spike. Xander's whole being swam in the
warm, electric, positive energy of the house.
It called to him. It welcomed them. Xander knew they belonged there.
Under different circumstances, Spike would have admitted that the mansion
was incredible. The amazing stained glass windows, the hard wood cherry
floors, everything was done to spare no expense, still, it just accentuated
the differences between the two men and again made Spike wonder if
two such polar opposites could possibly be happy together.
It seemed, more often than not, that not only weren't they on the same
page, hell, they weren't even on the same chapter or book.
The implication scared the fuck out of Spike.
Finally, Xander came to the door at the end of the upstairs hallway.
He had saved the best for last and knew if he wasn't able to convince Spike
here, he couldn't convince him anywhere.
With a turn of the glass doorknobs on the heavy double doors, he stepped
back and encouraged Spike to enter first. It took Spike's breath away.
The master bedroom was huge.
The bed magnificent, and Spike could easily imagine that it's quality would
give a professional furniture crafter like Xander a true woody.
On the eastern side of the house, the entire outside wall was curved, tower
shaped with floor to ceiling windows. The tops of the windows were arched
with stained glass windows depicting the sun, the moon and stars.
Positioned so that the smiling sun would glow in the early morning light,
the side windows would allow the moon and stars to be focal as the later
day light shifted toward evening.
Spike's attention then turned to the huge four poster bed with the dark
cannon ball poles. Involuntarily and much to Spike's disgust, his cock
jumped and shuddered in his trousers.
All of the dressers and matching furniture were oversized and it occurred
to Spike that none of it would have fit through the doorway proving that
it had all been built and installed in the room with the intent to never be
Spike's lawman side marveled that the house had obviously sat empty for
so long and hadn't been plundered or vandalized. Reluctantly, he felt
his anger and defiance slip a bit as he walked around the room snapping
the dusty sheets off as he went.
The awe in his voice became apparent.
"Jesus, Xan, the fuckin' room is bigger than your, our, whole fuckin'
Immediately Spike froze then turned to face his lover.
"Oh, that's it, isn't it?"
Suddenly Spike's temper shot through the roof. This was all a get back.
This was Xander's way of overreacting to Spike's complaint that their
place was crowded and too small. This was a fucking joke.
Spike slammed down the last sheet that he still held in his hand. He felt
betrayed, insulted, the butt of Xander's joke.
Spike turned to stomp out, tears threatening to sting his eyes.
He had been made a fool.
Confused, Xander grabbed him from behind. He held tight and allowed
Spike's emotions to flow through him. He was shocked at what he felt.
All too often he forgot how closed in and suspicious his lover was.
Turning his grip on the struggling man into an embrace, Xander whispered
in Spike's ear.
"No, no. Spike, wait, please. This isn't about hurting you or punishing
you. I'm sorry, I did this all wrong. Come on, sit down with me and let
me explain. Please, Spike, I love you. Give me a chance to explain."
Spike relaxed marginally. In the short amount of time he had been with
Xander he knew one thing for sure. The man didn't have a cruel or
vindictive bone in his body. He was nothing but open, honest and kind.
He wanted a chance to explain. Spike decided he deserved that and
went grudgingly with him.
Xander kissed Spike's neck and ear.
"Come on, sit on the bed with me Mr. Grouchy."
Spike sighed and let himself be led across the room. He lowered himself
down onto what he had to admit was a hell of a comfortable mattress.
Spike scooted his butt back till his legs swung, his feet several inches off