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Readjustment 1/15


Nearly three years ago I finished a story called Reassembling that asked the question, what might have happened if both Buffy and Anya died at the end of The Gift.  It was relatively well recieved and I promised a sequel.  Now, i'm finally delivering.  I hope to post every Wednesday.  We'll see if I can keep ahead of a weekly posting schedule.  No promises.

The previous story is here: http://texanfan.livejournal.com/tag/reassembling

Title: Readjustment 1/15
Author: texanfan
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Not really any I can think of, future chapters may have some.

 

 

“Demon eggs, Spike?” Xander was turning a strange shade of purple. Spike couldn’t figure out what had him so twisted up.

“Would have been a nice start on Niblet’s college fund if Captain Cardboard hadn’t stomped through,” Spike argued, striving for reasonable although he was seriously put out.

“Riley said those things were biological weapons!” Xander went suddenly pale as some new idea occurred to him. “My God, you’re a terrorist, Spike!”

Spike couldn’t stop the broad grin that spread across his face. “You think so? You think the chip would let me be one?”

Xander sank into a kitchen chair and buried his face in his hands. Spike put a consoling hand on his shoulder. He wasn’t sure what had Xander so upset. No one had died, except his bank account. He’d never get his money out of those lousy blighters now.

Xander raised his head, a resolved look on his face. “Spike.” Spike did not appreciate the talking-to-an-idiot tone of voice Xander was employing. “You remember 9/11, right?”

“Sure, best day of telly I’ve seen in years.” Spike had spent hours flipping through the channels following the lovely carnage. He’d been considerate. He made discreet inquiries and found that none of the Scoobies had ever been to New York or D.C. and that no one they knew was among the dead. After that, he felt free to gloat all he wanted. His humans walked around shell shocked for a week and he couldn’t understand why.

“Do the words Homeland Security have any meaning for you?”

“Yes.” Spike remembered the idiot reaction of people.

“If they get wind of you doing something vaguely terroristy they will investigate us, tap our phones, throw us in jail without trial. Just how much good do you think you’re going to do Dawn then?”

Spike hated it when Xander was logical.

“Fine, spoil all my fun.” Being a terrorist meant either blowing yourself up, which was bloody stupid, or sitting back and allowing other people to create carnage, which was boring. It had just been a fleeting thought anyway. “So, has Cornfed figured out that the bot isn’t the slayer?”

“No, and we’re keeping it that way if at all possible.” Xander was eying him like he was afraid Spike had given in too easily. Spike decided to let him sweat it for a bit. It would be good for him. Besides, there were benefits to letting Xander talk him into being good.

“Do my ears deceive me or are you saying you don’t trust him?” Spike couldn’t help but grin at the reversal.

“I don’t want Nick and Nora Fury reporting back that we’re vulnerable,” Xander explained with an eye to the kitchen door like he was afraid one of them might come bursting in with a full platoon at their back. Good to know he knew who the enemy was.

With this proof of Xander’s good sense, he decided to have mercy on him and change the subject. “The lovely Mrs. Kroeger called this morning.”

Xander leaped on this conversational gambit like a drowning man. “So, was she satisfied that we were in compliance now?”

“Ridiculously pleased to have Dawn’s guardian be the employee of the month at the Doublemeat Palace.” Spike shook his head in disbelief. “Nice enough bint, but a bit dotty.”

“In a town where I’m helping to rebuild Hellmouth High, I think she fits right in. So, we’re officially off the hook?”

“Free and clear as birds,” Spike assured. “And while we’re on the subject of your latest construction project, I’ve been looking into this whole home schooling idea and I think it’s just the ticket.”

Xander’s grin was completely infuriating, also damn sexy, but Spike wasn’t going to tell him that. “Dawn would never forgive us and you know it. Besides, she’ll be more prepared than any other student who’s ever attended school there.”

“I still don’t like it. How many times did all of you almost die there, hmm?”

“Well,” Xander said with an evil smirk. “It was really close this one time when this badass vampire and his gang crashed parent/teacher night.”

Spike couldn’t decide whether to glower or preen. It didn’t help that he knew that was precisely the effect Xander had intended to have on him.

He was saved from coming up with a worthy rejoinder by the invasion of the Iowa farmboy and his moll. Riley’s eyes swept the kitchen and into the next room before he resorted to actually talking to Xander. He was clearly trying to pretend Spike was a potted plant. Finding him and Xander having an afternoon quickie in the crypt had thrown him for a wobbly, which mortified Xander and made Spike’s decade.

“Is Buffy around?” Riley forced himself to ask.

“Sorry, Riley.” Spike marveled at how sincere Xander sounded, when mere moments ago he was admitting he didn’t trust the soldier. “She pulled extra time at work.”

“Oh.” If the missus would stop glowering at him, she might detect the note in Riley’s voice that would tell her where her real problem lay. Of course, it was none of Spike’s business. He just wanted to be ready with a bowl of popcorn to watch the fireworks. “We’re being shipped out. I left a secure email address with Willow for her to contact us.”

“I’ll let her know,” Xander lied with a big smile. “You two be safe out there.”

The two of them nodded at him, gave Spike a final suspicious glare and were gone. For good, with any luck.

Spike didn’t think he was imagining the relieved look on Xander’s face or the release of tension in his shoulders. Looked like a situation in desperate need of exploiting. He was an evil fiend after all. “The witches and Niblet won’t be back for at least an hour,” he observed.

“You’re right,” Xander returned, obviously considering the same form of stress relief Spike was. Like the same brain was controlling both of them, they headed for the basement stairs.

Xander paused to set the lock despite Spike’s attempts to distract him by nibbling along his neck and divesting him of his shirt. Spike thought anyone who barged down without knocking deserved to get an eyeful. In his personal opinion, they ought to sell tickets.

Once the lock was set, Xander was satisfyingly engaged in the proceedings, slipping his hands under Spike’s t-shirt and pulling it over his head as they stumbled down the stairs.

They stopped short of the bed with their mouths fused together as they kicked off their boots. Then Xander got a wicked gleam in his eye and sank to his knees. Spike’s pants went down with him. Xander had an utterly irresistible ‘what have we here’ look on his face as he studied Spike’s bobbing cock just before he gave it an ice cream cone lick from base to crown.

Spike groaned and looked heavenward. If he locked eyes with Xander when he was in this mood he’d embarrass himself with how fast he came. He put his hands on Xander’s shoulders and distracted himself by concentrating on not squeezing. It was almost unbelievable that he was the first guy to ever receive a blowjob from that beautiful mouth, also a huge turn on.

Xander’s enthusiastic attention drew a near howl from him. Damn, but the boy had gotten good in a remarkably short period of time. Spike chanced a look down and could tell Xander was trying to smile with his mouth full of cock. He loved to make Spike lose control. Some other time he’d oblige him but Xander was still wearing his pants and that was a situation that simply couldn’t stand.

With no small reluctance, he pulled Xander off and shoved him toward the bed. “Want you naked, pet. No fair depriving me of access.”

“We playing that game tonight, are we?” Xander asked as he shimmied out of his pants.

Spike couldn’t deny that the thought made his cock twitch. “We could, wasn’t planning on it, but plans can change.”

“Nah.” Xander bounced on the bed before dropping into an enticing sprawl. “Don’t think I have the patience after dealing with Riley.”

Spike nodded in acknowledgement of the reasonableness of that then pounced, straddling Xander’s body and making the bed bounce again. “Good hard fuck it is then.”

Their hands collided as they reached for the bedside table and the lube therein, which made them both laugh. Spike spared a thought for how very good it was to hear Xander laugh as he commandeered the lube. A smile was definitely the best look for Xander’s face and Spike had no little pride that he’d been the one to put it there.

He nibbled along Xander’s jaw line while he plunged his fingers into Xander’s hot, tight arse. If he still wrote poetry he would write odes to that arse. The moans of appreciation were nothing to sneeze at either. He loved the feel of Xander under him. So much trust and love in one hot package. He couldn’t suppress a growl of possession as he positioned himself between Xander’s legs. The shudder of anticipation as Xander arched up to meet him was gratifying in the extreme. This glorious creature was all his, Spike thought as he thrust into the welcoming embrace of Xander’s body.

The chip had taught him to rein in his demon’s desire to thrust hard and fast. Nothing brought pleasant proceedings to a halt faster than a blazing migraine. So slow and gentle was the order of the day. Xander’s appreciative sounds helped soothe the beast within and Spike began to find a rhythm that was satisfying Xander grabbed Spike’s shoulders and drew him down into a kiss even though the move practically folded him in half. Xander seemed to continually come up with ways to make his demon happy. The kiss was enthusiastic surrender. Xander was a great kisser, opening under Spike with passion and abandon that made the necessarily slow, gentle thrusts no hardship at all.

When Spike pulled away to let Xander get enough air, Xander stared up at him with bright innocent eyes and said, “I want you to bite me.” As if he didn’t go out hunting vampires most nights. As if Spike didn’t have good reason to know being bitten by a vampire, possibly turned, was the greatest horror of his life.

“Right, what demon has possessed you this time?” It was the only explanation Spike could come up with for such a request. It threw him so completely off his game that he came to a complete stop poised over Xander.

“100% human Xander here!” The boy had the temerity to look offended that Spike would suggest such a thing. Either that or he was angry that Spike had stopped. “We know chipped vampires can bite people.” Suddenly Xander turned his face away, but not enough that Spike missed the furious blush that had risen to his cheeks. “I think the idea of feeding you is really sexy. It’s something I can do for you that no one else can, it just feels like something I want to do.”

Spike gave a moment’s thought to his own physical state. He’d eaten fairly well today and wasn’t particularly hungry. It would be as safe as it ever would be. He allowed the intense arousal the suggestion sparked in him to show on his face as he resumed sliding deeply into Xander. He leaned forward to mouth along the base of Xander’s throat where he would place his mark.

Spike’s renewed efforts obviously met with Xander’s approval as he tipped his head to the side, baring his throat in invitation.

Spike slipped into game face without conscious decision. He retained just enough coherence to remember to be extra gentle as he pierced the skin at the base of Xander’s throat. Enough blood for two swallows seeped into his mouth from the small cuts, but the pheromone-rich blood placated his demon in a way nothing else could, and he came with a roar of satisfaction.

At the feel of Spike’s fangs in him, Xander jerked and arched tightly against Spike, coming a handful of breaths after Spike did.

All too aware that he needed to get off Xander to let him breathe, Spike rolled to the side but positioned himself so he could lick at the seeping wound contentedly.

“That was freaking amazing,” Xander panted out, running a hand around Spike’s neck while keeping access to his neck open.

The wound marked Xander as his and he couldn’t have been more pleased to have it there. It was just another sign of Xander’s love and acceptance of him that made Spike willing to put up with all the myriad frustrations of living life as virtually human. Xander kept overwhelming him with his giving nature. Still, he needed to introduce some caution, or he could lose much more than he was willing to give up. “That was the most incredible gift I’ve ever gotten, luv,” Spike tried to infuse his voice with the depth of appreciation he truly felt. “But we have to be careful. We only do this when I’m nice and well fed.”

Xander scrunched up his nose in confusion. Spike despaired of himself that he found it cute. “Wouldn’t the chip fire if you got out of hand?”

“If I’m hungry and have the taste of your blood in my mouth, might not matter. Instinct can be mighty strong. Besides, didn’t look like you were exactly suffering there,” he added smugly.

Xander blushed again. It was positively adorable that he was lying in bed with a vampire that had just fucked him through the mattress while feeding on him and he could still blush about it. “It kinda intensified everything.”

“Yeah, well, you dying with a smile on your face is still you dying, and I’d like to avoid that, if you don’t mind,” Spike cautioned.

Xander nodded solemnly. “Got it, make sure you’re well fed before we play with the pretty fangs.”

Spike lapped one last time at his mark and slipped to human face again. “You think my fangs are pretty, do you?”

“Let’s just say that now I know why Buffy always blushed whenever one of us asked about the time she fed Angel. And I get the fun without the seriously unfun trip to the hospital.”

“So, you already know all about the dangers of feeding a hungry vampire.” Spike nodded sagely.

“I do, and maybe I’m a bit crazy when you figure everything together,” Xander allowed while he ran a hand down Spike’s back. “But I feel really safe with you. We wouldn’t be doing this if I didn’t.”

“Want you to feel safe, Xander.” Spike laid his head on Xander’s chest where he could listen to his nice, steady heartbeat while giving Xander free rein to keep running a hand over his back. “I wouldn’t hurt you for the world.”

“I know,” Xander acknowledged, and there didn’t seem to be anything else to say on the subject so they indulged in a bit of post coital napping as neither of them would cop to snuggling.

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