Paring: Spander (of course)
Warnings: Bad language and explicit sexual m/m activity.
Summary: Xander is wrongly convicted of murder and sent
to Riverview Correctional Institution where Spike is a guard.
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters or products named in
this story and sadly, make no profit.
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Spike had spent the entire day on Sunday stretched out on his sofa.
He couldn't believe what all he had done to, and with, the man he met
at Moots Bar. He knew some of it had to be illegal.
They had danced, grinding and humping on the dance floor before
leaving together when the whisky kicked in.
They had gone through both condoms Spike had with him and a few
that Tad, or Todd, or Tim, or whatever his name had been, had in
the glove box of his car. Spike had fucked, sucked, reamed and
rammed him then turned around and taken the same.
It was more sex than he had in months. It was probably more sex than
is healthy or humanly possible.
As promised, he blamed it on the drink.
Faith glanced over as he dropped down in the chair beside her and
waited for the roll call to run it's course. Despite himself, he had gotten
up this morning not only feeling better but excited about coming in to work.
He was in control of himself again and nothing could change that.
"Have a good weekend?"
Spike chuckled and winked.
"Let's just say I took your advice and could barely drag myself off
the couch yesterday."
Faith slapped her hands over her ears, pretending to be horrified.
"No! Stop! No details! At least not till later when we are alone.
Sooooo, are we o.k?"
Spike lightly punched her in the arm and nodded.
"We are more than o.k."
Faith chuckled and visibly relaxed.
"Good, cause I would hate to have to kick the shit out of you in front
of the inmates."
Any retort Spike was about to make was interrupted by Angel
snagging the chair on his other side and scooting up with a very smug
"So apparently you two don't have such an iron grip on Intake as
Spike checked any automatic expression he may have shown, instead
using his best poker face.
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"What? Your partner didn't tell you about the near riot that your cons
caused out in the compound Saturday?'
Spike felt an uncomfortable niggle of fear stir inside him as he turned to
Faith. He kept his voice low and controlled
"We had an incident?"
Faith scowled at Angel hoping to shut him up.
"Yeah, no big deal. I'll tell you about it later."
The rest of roll call dragged on for, what seemed to Spike, like
hours. He was further concerned when the stats for Intake included
three inmates with injuries and cell confinement. No names were
given. When the shift commander finally dismissed them, Spike all
but ran to the housing unit. Faith was hot on his heels.
When he stepped into the unit and took a visual of the activity in the
dayroom, he took note of who was not there and he knew.
"What the fuck happened?"
Faith quickly shut the office door.
"Lower your voice! It was a fight, Spike. The kind that happens
every day in this place. Let it go. Don't you dare do something
stupid. What the fuck is wrong with you?"
Spike no longer cared what Faith thought. He needed to see Xander.
He needed to make sure he was alright, and then he had other inmates
to deal with.
"I don't know. I don't know what is wrong with me."
With no further explanation, Spike left the office and marched through
the dayroom and down the hall, stopping at the third cell on the left.
Opening the cell door, he flipped on the switch. Oz, who was stretched
out on the top bunk reading a paperback, sat up when Spike entered
Oz hopped down. Reluctantly, he picked up his shoes and started to
leave, pausing to look back at his roommate who still lay with his
face turned to the wall.
"He's o.k., Spike. Let him be. It will only be worse if you....."
"Get out, Oz."
Oz shook his head sadly and left the cell.
Xander had been lying, just as he had for the past two days, face to the
wall, hurting, lonely and depressed. He had allowed his mind to become
complacent. He had forgotten where he was. Now, reality had slapped
him in the face and he knew. He knew this was his life for the rest of
He had let his mind find joy in a joyless world and now he was paying.
But, at least one good thing had come of this. He would never let
himself feel false hope again. He was through with fantasy and happiness.
He would remember where he was and the next time he would be ready.
Xander had heard Spike come in to the cell but refused to turn around.
He prayed that he would just go away. He heard him order Oz out
and still he refused to roll over. When he felt the depression on the side of
his bed and the gentle hand on his shoulder, he felt his resolve running
through his fingers like warm spring rain.
The voice was quiet, soft, low and concerned.
"Xander, turn over and talk to me. That's an order."
Although it sounded more like a plea than an order, Xander complied.
Spike gasp when he saw the bruised, swollen face, highlighted with
a row of red angry stitches.
Gently, Spike placed the palm of his hand on Xander's cheek.
The warmth of his hand and the compassion in Spike's voice combined
to nearly crack the wall Xander was trying so hard to build.
Despite himself, the tears welled up in his eyes and he was stunned
to see matching ones in Spike's
Before Xander could think of all the inadvisabilities of it, he threw himself
forward, wrapping his arms around the hard, trim body of the prison
guard who, after a moments hesitation, grabbed the convict and held him close.
Spike rubbed his face against the side of Xander's hair. He wanted to say
he was sorry. Sorry it had happened. Sorry he hadn't been there to stop
it. Just.....sorry. All he could do was hold on. Together their bodies
rocked slightly while Spike whispered, "Shhhhh." gently in his ear.
To Xander, it was all worth it. The pain, the punishment, everything.
If it led them to this, this comfort, this revelation, then he had no regrets.
Reluctantly, Spike loosened his grip and pulled back slightly. When he
did, before he could think, before he could speak, he looked into the deep
brown eyes and he dove in for a kiss.
Xander gasp, his mouth automatically opening and Spike's tongue
shoved in. It tasted every inch of the inmates mouth, now warring, licking
and sliding against Xander's.
The kiss was hungry, driving and overwhelming. Only one thin,
tiny, silver strand of control kept Spike from shoving the man
onto his back on the bunk bed. His body surged. He wanted to
climb on. He wanted to climb in.
Both men moaned, hot, horny, desperate and clinging, Xander was the
first to reluctantly come to his senses and push back, breathless and
"Stop. Spike, stop. You can't be caught like this. You'll lose your job."
Stunned, Spike was speechless. The shocking reality of what he had just
done, let alone what he wanted to do, caught him totally off guard and
he suddenly wanted to run. He was dizzy, lightheaded and confused.
Spike stumbled to his feet and staggered back.
"Oh, God. Yeah, Sorry. I shouldn't have.....I gotta go."
Xander watched sadly as C.O. Pratt, straightened his uniform, his hands
shaking as he pushed back a stray hair, and he rushed from the cell.