Part 13
Xander felt cool hands slide across his body as Spike licked the pulse point
behind his ear. The dim light spilling in the open bedroom door, didn’t
reach the bed but did illuminate his eager lover. Slow soft kisses and
tender touches insistently lured Xander further into consciousness. A sleepy
smile spread over his face as he reached up to help Spike remove his shirt.
He pouted at the loss of contact when Spike pulled back to shuck his jeans.
Spike leaned over him and kissed the look away with a laugh. Continuing down
Xander’s body Spike feathered kisses and soft nips down Xander’s chest and
across his abdomen. When Spike paused darting his tongue in and around his
navel, Xander reached for the lube. Blindly Xander grasped at Spike’s hand
as he continued his trek and slapped the tube into it while simultaneously
lifting his knees and tilting his hips. Xander moaned as Spike’s chuckle at
his wanton readiness vibrated against his balls and revved the pulse
thundering though his cock. As Spike prepared him, Xander pulled down on
his lover’s shoulders whimpering into a demanding kiss. This was what he
needed to feel, Spike's presence, his cool weight above him, his driving
body inside him, to give control over to his lover until nothing existed but
a world of crisp sheets and firm flesh. As he looked up into the intense
gaze of Spike’s blue eyes, Xander thought this, this it the best place in
the world to be.
“Now. Now. Please now.” Xander hissed and Spike slid home.
Spike’s voice wrapped around Xander’s thoughts; the disjointed phrases
bounced around inside Xander’s brain without having seemed to pass through
his ear. Each slowly building thrust was punctuated by purred words of
desire. “Yes now, yes sweet pet, beautiful boy, so beautiful, so sweet,
Xander luv, mine, my love, my boy.” Xander came and spots clouded his sight,
his ears rang like a FCC test warning. But Spikes words and thrust
continued, so that as sight and sound slow returned Xander heard,
“beautiful, my love, my Xander, sweet boy, love you.” Just when Xander
though one more thrust would cause him to explode into a quivering heap of
glimmering blue light much like the ones that had all but replaced his
vision, Spike came and collapsed across his body.
Xander wrapped his arms and legs around Spike, barley noticing the tears on
his own face. He stroked Spike back into consciousness. Spike lifted himself
putting his weight on his hands. Before his lover could voice his concern
over the tears, Xander smiled. When Xander spoke his voice was soft but
steady, with no sign of his tears. “You’re a part of me.” Xander said,
freeing one hand to trace the angles of Spike’s face. “You’re in my heart.”
Spike seemed stunned. He quickly recovered, although the rough emotion in
his voice belied the teasing in his words. “Good. Because you’re going to be
quite cross with me Pet.”
“What did you do?” Xander tried to sound long-suffering, but was unable to
remain stern when facing the devilish light in Spike’s eyes.
“Me, Pet?” No matter how wide he made his eyes or bitable his lower lip was
Spike just could not do innocent.
“Did you dust Angel?” Xander ask, his laugh cutting though his attempt at
mock annoyance. The alarm clock next to the bed then clicked and sounded a
piercing buzzer.
“That’s why you’ll be cross luv,” Spike said as Xander reach over to silence
the alarm. “Bit of bad timing on my part.” Spike smirked as he rolled off
his lover and made a great show fluffing his pillow and snuggling down to
sleep. “Have a good day at work dear,” he laughed at Xander’s groan.
“Not fair!” Xander leaned in and brushed his lips across Spike’s forehead
and whispered. “You never have bad timing. Even if we had had all night, I
still wouldn’t want to leave.” He got out of bed with obvious reluctance and
turned just as he was entering the bathroom and said, “It would be wrong
wouldn’t it, to ditch the Angelinos and spend the whole weekend in bed?”
“Your asking me what the right thing to do is? That’s rich Pet.” The words
were pure Spike but the accent was that of the quiet well-spoken man who
read to him in bed, and quoted thing that sound like all the answers Xander
had missed on the SAT’s.
“No. I know what’s right. I just... I guess I’m selfish.” Xander leaned
against the frame of the door lost in thought, knowing he should move, that
he had a schedule to keep, but needing just a few more moments to himself.
“No. Not you.” Spike rose and wrapped his arms around Xander’s naked torso.
He stroked his hair, and back and said softly, “It’s been a rough summer
Xan. You try and take too much on these broad shoulders. You just lean on
me, eh?” They kissed and Xander wanted now more than ever to crawl back into
bed and curl up beside his lover, and hide from the world. He wanted to shut
out everything but the well-toned body of the man who was rapidly becoming
his everything. But duty called so he reluctantly disengaged the tender
embrace with a thanks and a kiss and headed for the shower.
~~~~~
At the site, the morning moved quickly. The thing Xander liked best about
his job was how busy he was and how fast that made the day seem to pass. He
decided to skip lunch and leave early so he ate at his desk. He tapped an
egg against his desk to break the shell and was absentmindedly rolling it
against the hard surface to skin it while reading his e-mail, when his mind
wandered back to that morning. He knew he had a goofy grin on this face but
it was so weird. He got so sappy with Spike sometimes. He had never said
most of the things he said to Spike to Anya, but then maybe that was why she
left. No, he knew she had loved him, but love could only do so much. Words
were good. At least Spike didn’t laugh at him, well no more than usual, when
he said them. And what Spike said to him, goofy grin got wider, no one had
ever told him he was beautiful, ever, and Spike told him all the time.
He looked up as Abby came in the office. If Xander ran the site, Abby ran
the office. She was the most disorganized person he had ever met and yet she
knew everything. He occasionally had asked her for invoices just to marvel
at how she could reach into the piles of chaos on her desk and hand him the
exact piece of paper. “Good night?” Abby winked at his goofy grin.
Xander blushed and replied, “Good morning.”
Spike had stopped by the site one morning before sunrise. Allegedly to
deliver the lunch Xander had left on the kitchen counter after having his
mind blown, among other things, before leaving for work. In reality Xander
got the impression Spike was checking out the place, and warning off any
potential competitors. As if anyone could compete with him. In Xander’s
opinion, Spike pretty much destroyed the curve on any charismatic rating
chart. Abby was the only one who had immediately assumed they were a couple.
But after a couple of lunch hours listening to the slash potential of his
favorite television shows, which he would now never see in the same light,
he thought she might have seen them as a couple even before they had gotten
together.
“There’s a very demanding young lady to see you, she doesn’t have an
appointment, but she said she was sure you would make time for her. Her name
is Ms. Chase. Do you know her?” Abby was very protective of Xander’s time.
She had met Dawn and the witches when they stopped by for lunch but
considered them to be family, and when Xander considered the frequency they
were featured in the photos around his office he could understand why.
“She’s an old friend; I can make time for her.” Xander laughed and mouthed
the words ‘old girlfriend’ as Abby rolled her eyes and went to get Cordelia.
After offering her coffee, and advising against it due to the fact it, well
sucked, Xander closed the door of the office in the back of the trailer.
Cordy was seated in the only other chair and glanced appraisingly around the
room.
“Did we find out anything definite?” Xander interrupted her evaluation.
“Well,” She sighed and tossed her shorter streaked hair in a gesture the
brought a pang of nostalgia to Xander. “We know that someone, as in human,
Angel is pretty sure that it was human or humans, has been prowling around
the Hellmouth. Willow did a walk through after sunrise,” She held up a hand,
sparking another wave of nostalgia. “Angel and Gunn went with her. She said
and I quote that there was no magical signature and no magic worker had
triggered any of the detection spells she has set up on that place, their
presents alone should have done that. Did you know she had some mystical
alarm system on that place? And I didn’t quote she took much longer and did
much more bouncing when she said it. Giles said the town’s been dead and not
in the undead way; vamp activity down, demons almost nonexistant. He said he
put it down to Glory’s join or die attitude but Wes thinks there may be a
new sheriff in town.”
“So we don’t know anything.” Xander sighed and ran the fingers of both hands
back though his thick hair. Twice he had resolved to get it cut and Spike
had talked him out of it. If Spike kept interfering it would be past his
shoulders by fall. If they were all still alive by fall; if they keep the
Hellmouth closed; if they could get rid of Angel and company, sorry Cordy;
if some new and improved horror didn’t crash into the fragile house of cards
in which they were sheltering their partially rebuilt lives.
“...his contacts are gone and no one is talking. Xander pay attention.” A
frown marred Cordelia’s perfect features. “Am I keeping you from something?”
She asked archly.
“Yes. This place doesn’t run it self, I have over eighty men I have to keep
working and paid, as much as I miss hearing Queen C’s color highlight of the
game I really need you to boil it down. Tell me what you need. What do we
need right now to get us to where we have some plan of attack or defense.”
Cordelia blinked, just for a moment and then the resilience that had first
made him fall in love with her clicked in and she switched gears without
slowing down. “We need information from the demon population, we need to
both find informed sources and get them to cooperate. We need to know if
anything new has come to town human or not. We need to know about the green
men I saw in my vision and if they were opening the Hellmouth or trying to
keep it closed.”
“Little green men?” Xander looked up from the pad where he had been writing
her list. ‘Is she serious.’
“Big green men, with moldy faces.” At his questioning look she waved her
hand and said. “Hey, if it were up to me the PTB’s could just fax me the
info.”
“I’ll make some calls, tell Giles I should be at the shop in a couple hours.
How about you? Are you okay?” He stood as she rose to leave.
She gave him her Hollywood smile then laughed, “I’ll be fine, as soon as
Angel has something to do. His pacing around the shop is driving me crazy.”
She dropped her lashes and then looked up at him. “I know it’s been hard on
all of you, but it’s so new to him, being here without her. He really loved
her you know?” Xander pulled her into a hug and she continued. “Now, he’s
even worried about Spike.”
“Worried about Spike? Why?” Xander left an arm around her shoulder as he led
her out of the trailer. ‘Spike’s fine. Isn’t Spike fine? What happened? He
didn’t mention anything, but we were kind of busy. I have got to start
having the conversation before the sex. The sex always makes me forget to
have the conversation.’
Xander’s internal babble was stopped when Cordy continued. “Well maybe not
worried. I told you his connections in this town are practically no
existent, he stopped by Spike’s crypt, wanting to get him to show him who to
shake down and no Spike.”
“Tell him to ask Giles,” Xander said dismissively, “he has our number, Spike
should be awake by now, and there is tunnel access less than a half a block
from our building. Cordelia stunned look was replaced quickly by annoyance
at the whistles and catcalls that greeted her emergence onto the work site.
Once back at his desk, Xander tried to put the project planning skill he
used to manage the site, into mapping out some plan to deal with the
situation at hand. He listed what they had, what they knew and what they
could obtain on short notice. Then as he began to make phone calls he
wondered what the penalty would be if they couldn‘t complete this job on
time.
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