bmblbee (bmblbee) wrote in bloodclaim,

Night Terrors

TITLE: Night Terrors
WARNING: m/m sexual activity. Adult language. Story is generally
not worksafe.
SUMMARY: 10 Years after the fall of Sunnydale, Xander has
distanced himself from his past life until a demon forces him to look
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Spike sat comfortably lounging on the sofa in the sitting room
area of his expensive suite. The one Angel Investigations will be
receiving a hefty bill for. The one with all the perks.

He had one arm tossed casually over the back and the patented
Spike smirk was firmly in place He watched, amused, as Xander
paced restlessly back and forth in front of him.

He had to admit, the boy had grown up impressively. Gone were
the slight skin problems and slump shouldered stance, faded away
with the excess baby fat and stumbling uncoordinated walk.
In it's place were strong, broad shoulders, a too short haircut
and expensive dental work.
All absolutely delicious.

" you see, just because I was the last one to see each of the men
before they disappeared doesn't mean it has anything to do with me.
I mean we just had dinner or went out for a drink and then went back
to my place. Ah, you did know I was gay didn't you? I'm sure you
knew that's why Anya and I didn't get married. Shit, Willow knew
and if Willow knew, the world probably knew. But anyway that is
kinda off point. What was the point? Oh yeah, those men. Well the
fact was, we dated, we went to my house and, um, you know, and
then they left. Next thing I know, POOF. They are gone. Just gone.
Course I mean poof as in disappeared not poof like you always
called Angel."

Xander mouth rambled on as his brain screamed "Shut up you idiot!"
He felt as though he were standing outside himself watching helplessly
as his body was reduced to the old Sunnydale Xander and it made
him sick.

Unfortunately, that wasn't the only realization that was coming to him.
It didn't take long to put two and two together and recognize that
every man he had taken to his bed in the last few years had been a
pale imitation of the amazingly sexual blond vampire.

A vampire who hadn't aged or changed a single hair in the last ten
years. He was even still wearing the same black tee and jeans.
Xander scowled. Surely he had changed those over the years.
Xander continued to babble unchecked and apparently on autopilot
as his mind left his mouth and roamed aimlessly down a different path.

Curiosity had led him to read a book once on sexuality. It had said
orgasm triggers were powerful things. A word, a thought, a fantasy,
used at the moment of release could become so deeply ingrained that
it was almost required to gain that release.

Was that what he had done? The memory of Spike had buried itself
so deeply in his psyche that just saying his name not only triggered,
but was actually required, to get off.

He stared at Spike. Now his thoughts stepped off the clinical and
impartial and began a leisurely stroll through the Oh-God-Too-Personal
path of mental musings.

'Why the hell is he sitting there almost naked? How could I have
forgotten him? Or did I? Was Spike always this sexy? NO NO!
He's a vampire! Danger! Vampires bite, and fuck. Buffy says they
will fuck anything. I wonder if Spike fucks men. Oh, God, Angel.
That's disgusting.'

Spike tipped his head to the side, his eyebrow lifting slightly. He had
detected the change the instant the man's emotions had shifted gears.
The scent, the heartbeat, the breathing all slowed, sweetened with the
faint illusion of arousal. His pupils dilated and his speech slurred.

Spike had stopped listening to the pointless rabble that continued to pour
from the lovely cupid shaped lips and focused now on the shine and
plumpness of that mouth, especially when Xander would regularly lick
and moisten them nervously with a quick dart of a shiny pink tongue.

Spike's hand slowly wandered up his chest, his fingertips brushing
lightly over his cool, exposed nipples and he felt the familiar tingle
stir in his groin. His cock had not yet started to fill but he knew
it wouldn't be long.

Xander blinked, suddenly silent.
"What the hell are you doing?"
"Wha? I'm sitting here listening to you explain your situation 's all."
"No it isn't. You're touching yourself! I'm trying to explain what
happened and you're stretched out, nearly naked, and touching
yourself! Jesus Fuckin' Christ, Spike! You haven't changed a bit.
That's it. I'm outta here."

Xander spun on his heels and headed for the door, enormously
relieved for any excuse that got him out of there with a shred of
dignity and still able to claim the high road.

No tail between the legs for this guy.

'Oh, fuck!' Xander moaned as his thoughts raced out of his control
once more.
'Why the fuck did I think of tails and between legs? Out! Run! Just
move your fucking feet!'

Snatching the door open, Xander stopped. Without looking back,
he kept his voice low and controlled. He took a deep breath and
straightened his shoulders and spine.

"Stay away from me Spike. I'm not that guy anymore. I live a normal
human guy life and I want to keep it that way. I don't want to see you

With that, he walked away, not even bothering to close the door behind him.
Spike smoothly lifted himself to his feet and walked over to where Xander
had just stood. Looking out, he caught just one last glimpse of the man
as the elevator doors slid shut and he snorted.

"Sorry, Pet. But this thing is no where near resolved."
After closing the door, Spike returned to the sofa where he grabbed
his phone and quickly dialed.

ring ring ri....

"Angel Investigations. We help the hel....."
"Shove it Peaches. I got news."

Spike wanted to scream his frustration and wished he were close
enough to slap the face off the big oaf.

"Yes, Spike! Who the fuck else calls you Peaches?"
Angel's thoughts drifted again to the handsome watcher that he
missed so much.

"What do you have Spike? I'm expecting to be busy soon."
Spike just shook his head. He just knew that one of these days the
great poof's brain would turn to jello. Well, wasn't like Spike hadn't
warned him.

"Fine, I'll be quick so you can handle that LITTLE matter. I talked to Harris.
He's fine. Alive and kickin', like I said. Anyway, I'm not sure yet what kind
of demon it is but I think Harris is possibly involved. So, that's it. I
will need to stay here for a while till this matter is all tied up nice and
neat. I'll call back when I know anything more."

"Yeah, but......"
Angel already knew he was talking into a dead line. Fucking prick had
hung up on him, again. Slamming his phone down on the desk, Angel
fumed, muttering to himself.

"Damn. This was my chance to call Wes and I still don't have anything
to report. Fucking Spike. Xander's fine. Alive and Kicking."
The last was said in a whiny, imitative voice which he suddenly cut off
as a new idea started to form.

"Oh, hell yes!"
Angel grabbed the phone back up and clutched it in both hands before

ring ring ri.....

"Good morning, Council of Watchers. How may I help you?"
"Hi. Yes, this is Angel of Angel Investigations. We help the helpless."
"Of course, Mr. Angel, I remember. How may I direct your call?"
"I need to speak to Wes, um, Mr. Wyndham Price. It is a matter of strict
urgency and confidentiality. I can't talk to anyone but him."
"Certainly sir, please hold."

Angel grinned and settled in waiting for the titillating strains of Muskrat
Love to engage him. He was more than a little disappointed when
a poor rendition of Autumn Leaves floated through the lines.

"Wyndham-Price here, how may I help you?"
"Yes. Angel. Why are you calling me?"
"Hey! Strictly business. Giles told me to report only to you on this
Xander Harris, gay demon problem. Now if you are refusing to take
my call...."
"What do you have Angel?"
"Oh, about eight.......oh you mean the case. Well, my field agent
made contact and so far Harris is alive, but there is definitely a
problem. A big one. I have a big one, Wes. Anyway, Spike thinks
Harris is up to his eyeballs in this problem and could be at great risk.
Spike thinks you should come immediately. Are you coming,Wes?"

Wesley was stunned. It was exactly the news they had all feared.
"Look, Angel, thanks for your help. We will, of course, come

For the second time he stared at a dead line and wondered, 'Doesn't
anyone say good-bye any more?'
This time he didn't care. Nothing could spoil his good mood.
Wes was coming and, very soon, he would be too.

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