WARNING: m/m sexual activity. Adult language. Story is generally
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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Xander leaped out of the bed and stumbled backward on legs
still weak and wobbly. He wasn't sure what part of what just
happened shocked him more. The intensity of the need,
the release of the hyena that had been chained and trained
for so long it was forgotten, or the reality that he had, in fact,
just raped a man he cared very much about.
Spike was disappointed. He was blissfully floating on cloud
nine after what, to him, was a wonderful romp in the sack, and
he was now ready for his snuggles and kissy cuddles.
"Xan? What the hell you doing clear over there?"
Spike patted the bed beside him and smiled sleepily.
Xander slapped a hand over his mouth and took another step
toward the escape of the doorway.
"Shit! Spike, I'm sorry. I don't know what happened. I swear
I've never hurt anyone before. That isn't me. It was the blood.
It was the hyena reacting to the taste of your blood."
He immediately pointed an accusing finger at the smug looking vampire.
"Never again! Don't you ever do that again."
Slowly Spike pulled himself up into a sitting position. He carefully
tucked the stained sheet around his lap and wiggled his ass intentionally
to feel the ache and burn.
"So, you're saying I'm the only one who enjoyed that? To be honest,
I had forgotten about your little bout with the hyena spirit, and it was
just supposed to give you a quick high and get rid of your hangover.
Next time we'll know what to expect and it won't be such a shock.
Now come over here. We have an hour or so before we need to
clean up and head over to the watchers."
Xander frowned but stayed where he was. It was true, the hyena
was happily purring and Spike didn't seem any worse for the wear,
Xander slowly edged toward the bed. A snuggle would be nice.
A cuddle and a few kisses even nicer.
Besides, he had perfected the "if it's unpleasant, don't think about it"
philosophy and this seemed like the perfect time to implement it.
"O.k, but I'm still not agreeing to a next time"
Another step closer.
"Are you sure it was o.k. with you, I mean, I didn't really hurt you did I?"
Two more steps and Spike flipped back the corner of the sheet.
"Pet, it was absolutely marvelous. The past ten years has changed more
than your body. You, Xander Harris, are one hell of a fuck."
Finally, giving in to the contented feeling still buzzing about, warming his
insides, Xander slid in to the soft bed and next to the vampire he was
quickly becoming very attached to.
"So you're o.k?"
"You liked that?"
"Very much. You didn't?"
"Oh, yeah, it was just unexpected. Intense. You're right, next time
I'll know what to expect and it won't be such a shock."
Spike buried his face against Xander's chest so the human couldn't
see the triumphant grin. The next time couldn't be soon enough to
suit him, and the name and bite deal? Spike was still keeping that one
in his back pocket for just the right time.
"Good. Now that that's all settled, we have time for a quick kip
so hush up. Hard enough for a poor vampire to get a bit of sleep
around here. Always yap yap yappin' y'are."
The two men cuddled up and dozed off, limbs entwined, demon
and hyena very happy.
Andrew had gone to the master suite to shower and dress for the evening
meeting. Giles had intentionally stayed behind. It was time for a talk.
He waited patiently while Willow scribbled some notes on the paper Giles
had given her, answered some questions, and watched as she then hurried
off to the study to begin.
When they were finally alone, Giles sat down across from Wesley and
ask what he should have asked two years ago.
"Wesley, what happened between you and Angel?"
Wesley's head shot up and his eyes grew big.
"I don't believe I wish to discuss it, Rupert."
His chair scraped across the elegant tile floor as he shoved it back to
rise and make a hasty retreat.
"Sit down Wesley. We ARE going to have this discussion. When you
rejoined us two years ago you were a mess. Unhappy, irritable, possibly
depressed. I wanted to speak to you then but Willow suggested I give
you the respect of time and space. When you seemed better, I just let
it go. Now I see that it was a mistake. Apparently you have unresolved
issues with Angel. What is it Wes? Was it a professional conflict?
Or was it, as I suspect, much more personal? Did you and Angel have
some sort of relationship?"
Wesley stared at the older man. Possible the most powerful man on earth,
his closest friend and he knew Rupert was right. It was time to talk.
In fact, he was grateful to have someone to finally open up to.
This pain had been cutting at him far too long.
Clasping his hands on the table in front of him, Wesley hung his head
and let it all flow out.
"I love him. I thought he loved me. In the beginning he didn't want anyone
to know about us and that was all right. When we were alone together
he was wonderful, loving and attentive. Around others, he was cold and
treated me like nothing more than an employee. He always said he had an
image. I thought as time went on, his feelings for me would overcome his
hesitation but I was wrong. We argued over it constantly, he said no one
would trust a hero who helped the helpless and shagged men. The final
straw came one night when he told me he was out helping. I decided to
go for a walk and when I passed one of the fancy downtown hotels, I saw
the Mayor was having some sort of party. Guess who was there. With a date.
A female date. Worse yet, a Harmony date. He actually preferred to have
people think he was with Harmony than me. Something snapped that night.
My heart broke when I realized I was nothing but an embarassment.
I can't be with someone who is ashamed of me, of us. I went straight
home, packed and flew to London. And the worst part? He has never
once called to ask me why or tell me he misses me."
Giles was stunned. He didn't know what to say. He wanted to call
Angel a heartless, conniving arse, but something held him back.
Something in the form of a small, loyal, blond, freckled man who
was on the receiving end of much the same treatment.
The reality of it felt like a punch in the gut.
Andrew never complained. He never asked for more than Giles
was prepared to give, and Giles spent most of his time taking.
He looked at Wesley, head hung, life crushed, tears streaming
from his red, bloodshot eyes and he knew this was it. No one
would ever have to console Andrew over a betrayed broken
Resolve straightened Giles back bone and love swelled his heart.
He was through hiding. Andrew deserved better.
But first, Giles put his arm affectionately around Wes's shoulder
and gave it a squeeze.
"You're a good man Wes, if Angel is the right man for you then he
needs to pull his head out of his arse and smell the roses instead
of his own shit for a change. If you chose to return to him, do it
with no compromise. He would be damn lucky to have you."
Wesley's eyes shone with hope and tears. Rupert Giles was a smart
man and Wes sometimes forgot how he valued their friendship.
Before he had the chance to thank him, Giles had risen from his
place at the table and with determination he marched off, out of the
kitchen and down the hall. He strode purposfully through the doorway
of the master bedroom and without slowing, shoved open the
Andrew stood in the steamy shower stall, his hair soapy and happily
singing "What A Day For A Daydream", using the bar of soap as a
microphone. With his eyes closed, his small hips swayed to the music.
Giles immediately jerked the shower door open and, fully dressed
from his perfectly tailored suit down to his mirror shined shoes,
stepped inside. Andrew squeaked in surprise and spun around
to see who the fuck........
Giles answered him by slamming the smaller body flat against the clear glass
shower wall and proceeded to kiss him with all the passion he felt inside.
When they both finally needed to breath, Giles pulled back and looked Andrew
squarely in the eye.
"I just want it clearly understood that I am in love with you. There is nothing
about you or our relationship that I am ashamed of and I want you.......no,
I'm asking you if you would do me the honor of moving in with me once we return
to London. We'll be out in the open and the world be damned."
Andrew gasp. He had always wanted their relationship to be sanctioned but
didn't blame Rupert for his reluctance. The Leader of the Council of
Watchers had to remain low key, above reproach. Andrew was stunned.
This, was everything he had hoped for.
This was all he wanted.
With no need for time to consider the options, Andrew threw his wet, soap
slick arms around Giles neck and cried with joy as the tweed suit covered body
held him close.