21/47
Author: BmblBee
Paring: Spander (of course)
Rating: NC-17
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.
AS 4
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Wesley gathered up all the paperwork, including Xander's precious letter
and placed them back in his briefcase, snapping the locks shut.
He then sat back in his chair and took the time to give the inmate across
from him a visual inspection before speaking.
This time the tone of his voice was less professional and more personal.
"William is like a brother to me and I love him dearly. He has never
before ask me to look into an inmates charge and I wonder why he
has this time. Is it because he truly believes you to be innocent,
or is there another, much more concerning reason behind it."
Xander looked away, his eyes darting to the C.O., satisfying himself that
the guard was still unable to hear before he spoke.
"I don't know. I hope he thinks I'm........"
"That really wasn't a question that cried out for a response, Mr. Harris."
The curt, lawyer affect had returned and Wesley stood, holding out
his hand.
Xander also rose to his feet and took Wesley's offered hand.
"I know you don't care Mr. Pryce, but I promise you, I am innocent."
"Yes, of course. I'll be in touch."
With that, he turned and nodded his completion to the waiting C.O. before
exiting through a doorway prohibited to inmates. Xander waited to be
taken back to his unit. He couldn't control the smile on his face or the
song in his heart.
Spike believed him.
He was going to get out.
He turned to the nearby guard.
"Sit back down. It is nearly shift change and I have no intention of taking
you clear back to the housing unit. We are going to wait here. I've
already called down and someone from afternoon's can come for you
after roll call."
Xander followed the C.O's instructions and dropped back down into
the chair. It took all his restraint not to run around the room squealing
and waving his arms like a loon. Now, all he had to do was find a way
to get Spike to talk to him again and they were well on their way to....
To what, he wasn't sure, but that was a fine point for sharpening later.
And later came sooner than he thought.
Within minutes, Spike came strolling through the door, his eyes briefly
connecting with, then darting away from Xander's.
"Thanks, Mate. I'll take him from here."
"Great, thanks Spike."
Both men watched while the other C.O. walked out of the room and the
door swung shut. Immediately, Xander jumped to his feet. It took all
the self control he had not to rush over, throw his arms around Spike's
neck and cover him in kisses.
"Oh, God, Spike how can I ever thank you? Christ, this is going to
save my life. He's incredible. He's... he's..., shit, he's a real lawyer.
The kind you see on tv. This is great....."
"Hold up, Pet. There are a few things we need to discuss first."
Spike pointedly glanced up to the camera mounted on the wall in
the corner of the room.
"Sit back down and don't forget, we are being watched."
Xander nodded and did as he was told, checking the beaming smile
that threatened to explode all over his face.
"You believe me. God, Spike, you can't imagine how much that means to me."
Spike sat across from the inmate, careful to present a professional
appearance. With no audio, the only impression of what was happening
in that room was the video feedback that played on one of a dozen
monitors in the communications center.
"First, Wes is doing this as a personal favor to me."
"And because you are paying him."
Spike looked a bit surprised.
"Yeah, he wasn't supposed to tell you that part, but yes, I am covering some
of his expenses. He looked over the transcripts and feels you have a very
good shot at a new trial, but I'm sure he explained all that to you."
Xander nodded waiting for Spike to continue.
"Wesley is a very good lawyer and he is in high demand. His office handles
thousands of cases a year and he has some very high profile clients. I guess
I am just trying to tell you that you are more than lucky to have him. Now the
down side of all that. Because his practice is so busy, he has very little time
off. When I talked to him, he agreed to take a weeks vacation and go down
to Arizona to check this lead out personally, but he can only take a week.
That's it. He can't give it any more time than that. If at the end of the week,
if he hasn't found anything he will come back and more than likely just pursue
the new trial angle."
Xander was conflicted. On one hand he was charged, excited to think
that Wesley might actually go down there and find the real killer. Prove
his innocence and allow him to walk out the front gates a free, exonerated
man. It tickled him to think of this Warren person occupying his bunkbed.
Well, minus the Oz cuddles, of course.
On the other hand, a week wasn't much time. It was almost like finding a
needle in a haystack. Made even worse by the fact that the needle was
intentionally hiding out. Still he had the promise of a new trial to pin his hopes
on. He knew that it may take months or even years to work it's way through
the system but shit, it wasn't like he was going anywhere in the mean time.
"I understand. I don't know how I can ever thank you. I feel so ashamed
for the way I acted the other night. I know the whole world thinks I'm
guilty, but it only matters to me what you think. When I thought you
looked at me like I was a killer, it was just too much."
Spike wanted very much to reach across the table and take Xander's
hand, but knew it didn't dare.
"Look, Xander, we need to go. It is going to start to look suspicious
if we stay here."
Xander suddenly looked him straight in the eye.
"Then where can we go?"
"What?"
"Come, on, Spike, you know every inch of this institution. There must
be some place we can go to where there aren't cameras watching and
I can show you my gratitude."
Spike stood up to go. His expression hardened.
"No. I did not do it for you to feel you have to...."
"Fuck, Spike. HAVE to? I want you to touch me so bad my whole
body craves it. Whenever I see you, I have to focus on something else
just to keep from getting a hard on. I am grateful for all you are doing,
but the way I feel has nothing to do with that. I just want you to fuck me."
The last sentence was so blunt and heated, it caught Spike off guard.
"Well, that is certainly an interesting request. Come on, Harris,
we need to get back to the housing unit where I can give it some thought."