FANDOM: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
GENRE : Slash
PROMPT: 066. Take.
WORD COUNT: 1167 words.
SUMMARY: There is no one Xander trusts more than Spike.
WARNINGS: None. Pre-slash.
NOTES: X-Posted to lover100. Set Post Chosen and NFA. -
STORY NOTES: This is a new series. Previous stories can be found Here.
DISCLAIMER: You recognize them? I don’t own them.
“Well, this is nice,” Xander commented, opening the door to the room. “What do you think?”
“Cleaner than I'm used to.” Spike shoved past him. “Nice though. Does Mr. Raley like it?”
“Mr. Raley says it meets his standards.” Xander shut and latched the door. “Xander Harris wants to know the fun that can be had in here.”
“Xan-” Spike started to speak but was overcome with laughter. “Never-Let me be honest. Seductive ain't you.” He threw himself on the bed.
“At least I'm trying to have fun.” Xander sprawled on the bed next to him. “Can you blame me for being nervous? I haven't done this in years.” He glanced up at the ceiling. “Really wish I was Sigmund Raley right now.”
“Why?” Spike smirked. “Heard he was boring, stuffy bloke.”
“He wouldn't be nervous right now.” He was surprised when Spike rolled on top of him.
“Just relax.” Spike lightly kissed him. “Just relax.”
Xander laid there stiffly. He shouldn't have been nervous. After all, this was Spike. A few bad relationships shouldn't ruin any chance for a meaningful one. This was just sex. Plus Spike would never hurt him.
“Xander, ease up.” Spike stopped, still pinning him to the bed. “If you're unsure,we don't have to do-”
Xander pushed Spike's sweatshirt up and splayed his fingers across lean muscle. “No, I want this.”
Spike seized his hand and lightly traced the scar on his wrist with his cool tongue. Xander writhed, sensations flooding him.
Vaguely, he was aware of Spike playing with the zipper to his jeans. He glanced up, realizing Spike had stopped. Their eyes connected and Xander realized he was asking for permission.
He nodded slowly.
Xander's hands trailed lower and lower until his left hand came upon a lump in Spike's pocket. Slowly, he stuck his hand in and came up with a small bottle.
“Cherry flavored lube,” Spike told him. “Lift your hips.”
Xander lifted his hips as Spike pulled his jeans off and threw them in the corner. He opened the bottle and brought it to his nose, grimacing at the sickly sweet smell.
Spike laughed. “Wonder if it tastes better than it smells.” He took the bottle from Xander and spread a drop on his finger. “Take a taste.” He slowly slid his finger through Xander's lips.
The sweet taste of cherries enveloped him. Slowly, he sucked on the finger, loving the way it made Spike close his eyes and grit his teeth, resisting every urge to cry out.
“I'll take it slow,” Spike whispered, slowly pulling his finger out. “Just relax. I won't hurt you.”
Xander nodded, knowing if there was anyone he could trust, it would be Spike. After dusting the vampire in his bed, he had sworn off casual sex. Then, there had been the seven year relationship gap. He hadn't meant for his sex life to lapse but it just had.
It would be alright.
Xander woke up in Spike's arms. His cellphone chirped in the bathroom. He struggled to wriggle from Spike's hold but it was too tight. Finally, he stopped, just staring at the ceiling. It was a losing battle. He'd just have to wait until Spike woke up.
Suddenly, someone began to bang on the door. Xander watched in a mix of stun and awe as Spike lept up. He had known he was a light sleeper but he had never realized just howlight.
“Spike.” Xander stood up, lightly tapping him on the shoulder. “I appreciate the protective thing but listen.” He paused.
If he concentrated enough, he could hear Dawn, pounding on the door and shouting. “Xander Harris, I am going to kill you. Open this door right now. Open it!”
“Pet, might want to put pants on before getting that,” Spike said, searching for a pair of pants.
Xander threw on the first thing he found. Since Spike was borrowing his clothes to begin with, it didn't really matter. They were all his.
“We sat outside the hospital for two hours, waiting for you to either call back or pick up.” Dawn stormed into the room. “Why am I not surprised to find you here?”
“We fell asleep,” Xander defended himself. “That's all it is. We fell asleep.” He shook his head. “How'd you find me?”
“My sister is the supreme slayer. Do you really have to ask?” Dawn asked. “She pulled the credit card record. Then, it was just a matter of my sickly niece wanting to see her uncle Sigmund.” She pointed to Amara, whose left wrist was encased in a hot pink cast.
“How are you feeling?” Xander asked, facing Amara.
“Turns out Vicodin makes me apathetic.” She shrugged and sat on the made bed, looking blankly forward. “Can I sleep now?”
“The hospital had to keep her up once she woke up to make sure the concussion didn't cause any major damage,” Dawn explained. “Yes, you can sleep while the big people talk.”
“If I wasn't caring right now, I'd comment on that.” She pulled the blanket back and slid under. Soon, she was fast asleep.
“Andrew called me.” Dawn sighed. “Wanted me to check on Greta for him.” She shook her head. “He's gone crazy.”
“He CALLED you?” Xander asked incredulously.
“Xan, would I make this up?” she asked. “He wanted me to find out how the baby was doing.” She sighed. “What do we do about him?”
“Find him.” Xander said. “We find him.”
“I doubt that'll be easy. The Council has its best trackers on him and they can't find him. How can two watchers, a vampire from hell and an empathic slayer track down a crazy man?” Dawn asked. “I mean, they never had a plan for when and if their watchers went insane.”
“We can't end up sitting ducks, can we?” Spike asked. “Waiting to live, waiting to die, waiting to be tortured by God knows what. It's no way to live. I should know. It's how I spent the last ten years.”
“We're not sitting ducks,” Xander pointed out. “We're just living in a hotel until something happens to Andrew, or he comes after us, whatever comes first.”
“That's a sitting duck.” Dawn quickly glanced away. “We'll wait until Amara's awake. She may have noticed something we don't know about him. After all, she has Slayer Sense.”
“Is that anything like Spidey sense?” Xander asked. He then noticed Spike glaring at him. “Sorry, trying to lighten the mood.”
“Maybe I should just go to him.” Spike began to pace. “He doesn't want any of you. Just me.”
“Why would you do something that stupid?” Xander asked, sitting on the bed. “You don't need to be the hero. Being the hero got you sent to Hell in the first place.” He knew what he was saying was awful but he wasn't about to lose Spike a second time. “Sometimes, it's alright to be a coward.”
“It's not playing the hero. It's protecting someone I love.”