Consequences
by
Denied Heaven
Part Three
The bar was dark and loud, though it wasn’t terribly crowded. Sunnydale just wasn’t a big enough town to have a large population of gay men and women. Which meant the selection was pretty much shit.
Brian scowled, draining his glass and setting it down with a thump on the bar, his eyes skimming the large dance floor again. It wasn’t that none of them were attractive; they just weren’t what he wanted.
Or needed. But he wasn’t going to find what he needed in California.
Scowling harder, he shoved that thought away and turned back to the bar, almost ready to give up and go back to his lonely hotel room. He was getting out his wallet to pay for the drinks when the front door opened and he glanced up, expecting more of the same tanned, blonde California college kids. When Alexander Harris walked through the doors, his head ducked slightly, followed by a slender man with shockingly white hair, his eyes narrowed and the night suddenly got a lot more promising.
Dragging his eyes away from the all-too-tempting sight of the brunette in tight jeans and a black t-shirt, he studied the man beside him. Gorgeous.. perfectly sculpted face, the presence and walk of a true predator. That one would be a challenge, even without the man’s total attention being focused on Alex.
Any other time, he would have went for it, used every wile and charm he had to get that pale, muscled body under his, but his eyes kept going back to the lightly tanned brunette at the man’s side, the boyishly eager eyes in that expressive face. There was just something about him.
Settling his elbows back on the bar behind him, Brian watched intently as the two men walked through the room and headed for the dance floor. He could be patient now. He’d get what he wanted before the night was through.
***
Trying to push away all of his uneasiness and doubts, Spike pulled Xander closer and breathed in the intoxicating scent of the boy. But even with his nose buried in that silky black hair, breathing in that smell that always seemed to settle him, his stomach was still tense and nervous.
He hated this, feeling like this. So helpless and insecure and bloody weak. It was all the chip’s fault. He was the fuckin’ big bad. Wasn’t some weak human to get drug around by his emotions like this.
If it weren’t for the chip, he and Dru would be off in Brazil together somewhere, having a huge bloody time, literally. Sure, she would get maudlin and cry all night some nights missing Angelus, but he would be there, the one she clung to and needed. He had been able to make her forget most the time that he wasn’t the one she truly, deep in her dead little black heart, wanted there.
But now, now he’d fallen hard for yet another pair of deep brown eyes and a head full of thick black hair. Yet another person who didn’t really need him or want him around. Yeah, Xander mentioned every now and then that he’d like to tell his friends, actually be able to talk to him in public instead of pretending to still hate each other.
But..
He never pressed, though, never tried to convince him and Spike knew that the boy was only asking because it was something he felt he should do. Xander was like that.
Even tonight, the first time the teenager had actually been firm and stubborn with his desire for them to go out, it was to this place, a place where none of his friends or people they knew would see them. Which was why he had agreed to go, of course, because he really didn’t want anyone to know how badly he’d fallen for the boy, but at least he had a reason for not wanting people to know.
His fingers tightened on Xander’s hips, causing them both to hiss slightly as the boy stepped back, tingles of warning pricking at Spike’s head. Shaking his head to get rid of the feeling, he tried to smile.
“Let’s get somethin’ to drink, yeah?”
It wasn’t until they drew closer to the bar and he felt Xander’s shoulders tense up that he noticed the man watching them, hazel eyes sultry and sharp. His own eyes narrowed as he curled his arm tight around the boy, bringing Xander’s back against his chest.
“You know that prick?” he growled softly into the shell of the brunette’s ear, feeling the slight shiver that ran down the back pressed tightly against him.
“Yeah, I work with him. Sort of,” came the quiet response, causing a low growl to rumble in Spike’s chest at the thought of his boy in such close quarters with the man currently devouring him with his eyes. Xander stiffened, craning his neck around to look at him pleadingly.
“Don’t start anything, please?”
“Not like I can bloody do something to him, can I?”
The scoff and look of disbelief from those dark eyes almost made him laugh but he was too wound up to have his pride soothed by Xander’s obvious suspicion. Sudden movement from the corner of his eye made him glance back up, finding the man no longer sitting by the bar.
He was standing right next to them.
“This the boyfriend, then, Alex?” The man’s voice was low and soft, filled with way too much innuendo for Spike’s liking, considering the question he was asking. But as much as he wanted to claim Xander, show the man that the boy was his so fuckin’ back off.. he wasn’t sure about how the teenager would feel about such a blatant display.
Listening to Xander stumble over a reply, however, made his stomach clench and he realized he really didn’t want to know how his lover was planning on answering the question. He really didn’t want to hear the boy deny him, them.
“’M a bloody va- Englishman, mate. We don’t do ‘boyfriends’,” he snarled out, cutting off Xander. He felt the boy stiffen slightly but didn’t look over at him.
The man arched a brow, glancing between them, but didn’t say anything. Throwing the man a heated scowl, he turned, gripping Xander by the waist. It took a second to realize the boy wasn’t budging and he looked back with a low growl.
“Come on, pet. Sick of this bloody place, I am.”
He just wanted to get back to Xander’s, back to where they had no labels and lived .. in a sort of vacuum, yeah, but a place where nothing outside the building could venture in to hurt them, make them question and second guess.
“I’m not leaving.”
He stopped and blinked, turning back around to face Xander. The brunette had that stubborn look on his closed-off face, letting him know he fucked up somehow, somewhere along the way, and Spike ran his free hand over his face, feeling his nerves get to the breaking point.
“Bloody fuckin’ hell. Not here. Just come the fuck on, will you?” he snapped out, biting back the twitching he could feel under his skin as his demon fed on his rioting emotions. The look at Xander’s face got even more stubborn and he had to suppress a snarl as he spat out, “Do whatever the fuck you want, then. ’M out of here.”
People parted quickly before him, making his path clear as he stalked across the dance floor and out the set of double doors, grinding his teeth in helpless fury as he turned to punch the brick wall. He hated it, being this fuckin’ out of control.
Hands shaking, he pulled out a fag and lit it, drawing deeply as he tried to calm himself. After a few minutes, he turned to scowl blackly at the doors of the building. Xander should have followed him out by now.
Ten minutes later, he was livid, near vibrating with it.
The fifth time the doors parted and someone other than Xander walked through them, he bit back a curse and kicked the wall, before storming down the alley. If the bloody idiot wanted to fuckin’ stay in there, he could walk his own self back home.
If he got himself eaten, it wasn’t Spike’s problem.
Every few minutes, he would find himself glancing back, though. Expecting to hear fast footsteps as the boy ran to catch up, brown eyes warm and laughing as he chided Spike for leaving without him.
Five minutes. He’ll walk in the bloody door five minutes after I get in.
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