31/40
Author: BmblBee
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
Although surprisingly comfortable sitting in this strange
house with these people that he really didn't know, Spike
realized he needed to get moving. The day was still young
and the crime was getting older by the minute.
He was anxious to get hold of Faith and share with her what
few facts he had, bringing her up to speed. He had missed her
company both as a friend and a partner and knew she would be
invaluable in solving this case.
He sat back and watched the animated conversation between
Tara and Gunilla. Spike wasn't positive but it seemed to
center around the fact that Myrtle's aura wasn't shifting
balance in the way the dearly departed should.
Spike really didn't have a clue to any of it but he was as delighted
as the rest to see that Tara seemed to be winning. Even Heinrich
whooped with laughter.
Spike was honest enough with himself to admit that he had no
friends like this. No one to sit around openly with, sharing ideas,
opinions and know he would be accepted and understood.
He suddenly wanted very much to be part of it.
To join the Circle.
But that, he realized, would have to wait for another time.
Glancing down at his watch, Spike knew that he had to go.
Reluctantly his eyes met Xander's and he tipped his head in the
direction of the foyer. Xander nodded and together they rose.
If the rest of the Circle noticed their leaving, they were considerate
enough not to acknowledge it. The argument rolled on as Willow
tucked an errant strand of blond hair behind her girlfriend's ear and
refilled all their wine glasses.
Stepping out of the dining room, Xander took a minute to pull
the sliding doors closed, giving them some much needed privacy.
He then turned to the man he felt so committed to.
"Spike, I............"
Spike held up his hand and let the flood of words spill forth, praying
the tears wouldn't follow.
"No! Let me. Look, Xan, I've been a total ass about everything.
The house, your friends. Everything. But especially, you. I'm sorry
about all of it. I was feeling worthless, frustrated,..............."
Whatever else Spike wanted to apologize for was stopped. Silenced
with the warm, loving lips that sealed themselves to his. With his arms
wrapped around Spike's waist Xander pulled their bodies tightly
together as both tongues licked, tasted, and danced, deepening the
kiss with a promise of wonderful things to come.
Reluctantly Spike broke contact, but only fractionally.
"I gotta go." He leaned back in breathlessly and kissed Xander again.
"I know. You have a case to solve." Xander claimed the warm lips
once more then nudged Spike's head to the side as he began to kiss
and nibble the side of the detective's neck and ear.
"Can I come back here, later?" Spike moaned as he felt warm air puff
against his cheek as Xander answered.
Xander smiled.
"You can't come to my bed till you say the words Spike."
Spike thought for a minute then his eyes lit up with the memory of their
first time together. He had taken a giant leap of faith and trust that
time and he was more than willing to do it again. This time, however,
he knew the expected words were something else.
"I love you Xander. I love you with all my heart."
Xander stepped forward slamming their bodies more tightly together.
Chest to chest. Cock to very eager cock.
"This is our home now Spike. I expect you to be here. It will be
just like our first time. Do you know what that means. Spike? Do
you know what I want?"
Spike's brain struggled to think through the lack of blood and the
sex hungry fog as Xander continued to kiss and rub against him.
Want? First time? What?
Suddenly Spike leaned back and a huge grin covered his face and
he nodded his head.
"I'll be back. You have that huge four poster bed upstairs all warmed
up and waiting cause, Baby I know exactly what you want."
With one last kiss and a swat to Xander's ass, Spike turned and
was gone out the door. Xander ran his fingertips from the damp
warmth on his lips, down the front of his worn Grateful Dead t-shirt
on towards the cock, now heavy with lust and anticipation. It was
going to be a long afternoon.
With a happy sigh, he returned to his friends.
Spike's feet skipped several inches off the ground. Everything had taken
such a drastic turn for the better since he rose this morning that he could
hardly believe it. Suddenly the sun was shining. The birds were singing
and his cock was throbbing.
Andrew slowed in his frantic raking at the side of the house. He watched
Spike hurry down the walk way and allowed his eyes to follow the
swell and curve of the handsome detective's ass.
He whimpered with his new found graphic knowledge and ran for
the privacy of the carriage house. He had business.
Snatching the cell phone out of his suit pocket, Spike hit the speed
dial as he dropped down into the seat of his Corvette. He smiled at the
CD cases on the floor behind his seat. Yeah, he could deal with that.
"Hello?"
"Faith? Hey, partner. You up for meeting me at the scene of a crime?"
Spike immediately held the phone at arms length as the expected scream
pierced the air. He steered the wheel with one hand while the babbling
questions ebbed and flowed.
"Are you kidding? Are you back? What case? Where are you?
Does Giles know? Did that prick Hiney really release you?"
Spike frowned on the last one. For some reason he didn't like Faith
using the same name he himself had called the psychiatrist at least a
dozen times.
As soon as she paused to breath, Spike jumped in.
"Giles knows. Yep, I'm back on the job. Full title and everything.
As for Hiney, he isn't that bad. Just doing his job, but hey listen,
the reason I called is because I'm working a case at the Leesville
Convalescent Home and I need my partner with me. Is that still you
or have you abandoned me. Maybe ditched me to partner up with
the amazing detective Angel O'Connor."
Spike chuckled as Faith called him every profanity she could think of.
A few Spike himself had never heard. He also knew by the halting
stammering way she spoke that she was running down the stairs of the
precinct and heading for the garage.
"Faith! Enough! Fact is, I am all that, and a bag of chips, but the
good news is that Xander forgives me and I know you do too.
Now, wait for me out front and I'll swing by and pick you up."
After a couple more "You are such a dick"s Faith happily darted
through the station house and outside where she would bounce
on both feet till she saw the Corvett coming.
Maybe things would be all right after all.