Title: Strip Tease 3
Email: tirel@pcnuthut.com
Author: Velvet Crypt
Disclaimer: Joss is God. I own nothing.
Spoilers: Season 6 ending. AU after that.
Summary: The boys call it a night.
Spike stared at the empty stage,
thinking his brain was misfiring. Was that Xander? Xander Harris? The Zeppo?
Was it possible for that vision of sex on legs to be the same boy who wore big,
fat, pink flowers on his shirts and shoved jelly doughnuts in his mouth? Was it
really possible that he, Spike, had the most painful hard on he’d ever
experienced just from watching Xander Harris dance?
A touch on his shoulder brought
him out of his reverie. He tilted his head sideways and the object of his
thoughts—and the bulge in his pants—stood grinning at him. “So, whadya think?”
He pulled up a barstool and nodded at the bartender. The apron clad man set a
glass of amber liquid on the rocks in front of the dancer and winked.
“Nice set, Xander. You notice how
everyone gets real thirsty after your show.” Xander blew a kiss at the larger
man and turned, laughing, back to Spike.
“So, Spike, thoughts? Comments?
Complaints?” He sipped at his whiskey.
Spike quirked an eyebrow. “Well, I
could say you bloody stunk, cause I’m going to hell anyway…what’s one more
lie?”
Xander chuckled and hopped off of
the stool. He grabbed Spike’s hand and tugged him through the crowd. He made
his way to the very back of the club and to a secluded booth. Two men were
there before them, kissing passionately. Xander cleared his throat and waited
patiently.
A set of glazed green eyes peered
up at him and blinked. “Xander?”
“Yup. It’s me. Xander. Xander
who’s done with his set. And it’s you! Adrian. Who goes on after me. Who needs
to get changed. Who needs to move so I can have the booth.” During Xander’s
commentary, Adrian yelped and scrambled out of the booth muttering
‘shitshitshit.’ He bolted past Xander with a smile of thanks and disappeared
into the crowd.
His partner slid out of the booth
and nodded at Xander. “Better get my seat up front if I don’t want anyone
groping my guy.” Xander smiled and let him by. Then he pulled Spike into the
booth.
“So, tell me.”
“Tell you what, pet?”
“Whatever you want.”
Spike sighed and lit a cigarette.
“I can’t.”
“Can’t or won’t?”
“Does it matter?”
Xander stared at him, quiet for a
moment, as the music thrummed through the room. “Yeah, I think it does.”
Spike quirked his lips wryly. “So,
where’d you learn to dance like that?”
Xander acknowledged the abrupt
change in topic with a sigh of his own. “I had a brief stint after high school.
Freaked me out, but I guess I was pretty good at it. I never planned on doing
it again, but when I got here…I dunno. I guess it just seemed like the thing to
do.”
Spike nodded. “I know how that
goes.”
Xander raised an eyebrow. “How
what goes? Things happening spontaneously? Or deciding to strip for a living?”
If he weren’t sure vampires
couldn’t blush, he would have swore that was a rosy hue to Spike’s skin.
“Both.”
“You? You were a stripper?”
Xander’s mouth hung open. Spike swirled his drink around in his glass and
nodded again.
“When? Where? How? Why?”
“If you ever give up your night
job, you’d make a good reporter, luv,” Spike joked. “About 1980 or so. In New
York. By applying to the owner of the club. And cause I was bored. Dru drug me
into some club or another and cooed the rest of the night how the strippers
‘sang’ to her with their bodies.” He rolled his eyes. “Bloody well wanted to
strangle her after the first 3 hours. Figured if I learned how, she’d stop
dragging me about and I wouldn’t have to listen to it anymore.”
“Whoa.” Xander sat back,
dumbfounded. “Would you do it again?”
“Dunno. Didn’t mind it. Got do
three of my favorite things, didn’t I?” He took a deep drag from his cigarette.
“And those are?” Xander asked into
the silence.
“Got to listen to my favorite
tunes. Got to cater to my narcissistic side and show off. And after the show, I
had blokes and chits begging for sex. Pretty easy to sneak a bite in here or
there while you’re shagging.”
Xander chortled and finished off
his glass. “ Ya wanna head back to my place?”
After a long look Xander tried to
read but couldn’t, Spike nodded. “Sure.”
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Xander lived in a posh two-story
house in the Garden District. Spike was pretty sure that, with all the foliage
surrounding the house, he could stand outside at noon on a summer day and not
burn. Xander pulled the car, a sleek little silver Miata convertible, into the
garage and led the way to the front door.
He stepped in and turned. “This is
my home, Spike. You are welcome in it.” He pronounced formally. Spike entered.
Looking around, he was amazed.
“I don’t know how to tell you
this, pet, but I may have rubbed off on you.”
Xander took a step and closed the
distance between Spike and him. He molded his front to Spike’s back and leaned
over his shoulder. Spike shuddered at the warm breath puffing across his neck.
“I don’t know, Spike. I don’t remember any rubbing. Was I asleep at the time?”
He purred.
Spike sucked in an unneeded
breath. “Err…I meant my taste…in furniture and decorations!” He finished,
tripping over his own tongue as Xander’s tongue seared the flesh in the crook
of his neck.
“Ah…furniture. Well,” He continued
to ghost his lips just above Spike’s skin. “I guess in my line of work, leather
grows on you. I like to feel sensual. At work, at home. I wanted an environment
where I could feel sexy no matter what I was doing.” He trailed his mouth up to
Spike’s ear, smiling in triumph when the vampire let out a breathy moan.
“W-well, Xan…I don’t think you
have much to worry about.” Spike closed his eyes. “I’m thinking I’d wanna fuck
you if you were giving me communion.” A low chuckle was his answer and the
warmth left his back. He nearly staggered at the loss.
“So, liked the show, did you?”
Xander kicked his boots off and headed for the kitchen.
Spike took a moment to pull
himself together before following Xander into the other room. “Yeah. Liked it a
lot.”
Xander stopped and looked him in
the eyes. Heavy lidded brown eyes, seething with sexuality met confused blue
ones, full of thwarted need. “I liked you watching, Spike, and that’s unusual.
Mostly, I just get up there and dance for me. Sometimes I do it for the tips.
But I’ve never done it for anyone else before. Tonight, I was dancing for you.
I have to admit, that’s a real turn on.” He stared for a moment more and then
moved on to the fridge.
He pulled out two beers and tossed
one to Spike, who caught it with trembling hands. Hopping up on the counter, he
twisted the cap off and tilted his long neck back to pour the liquid down his
throat. Spike swallowed heavily.
“Are you trying to kill me,
Xander?’ He whispered.
“Why do you ask?”
“What is going on here?” He
demanded. “Last I knew, you hated me. Blamed me for…well, for everything that
ever went wrong with you and your group. You wanted to stake me. I run into you
in a different city and bam! That Xander is gone. In his place is this…very
fucking hot exotic dancer who seems to be trying to seduce me. What gives?”
Xander shrugged. “Does it matter?”
“Yeah,” Spike threw his words back
at him. “I think it does.”
Xander chuckled and began idly
picking the label off of the bottle. “I dunno, Spike. Looking back at it all, it seems so fucking stupid. I didn’t want
to get married. The break up was all me. I may as well have sent Anya to you. I
was just looking for some reason for it to not be my fault. And Buffy? I don’t
know what the fuck I was thinking there. Maybe it was cause I thought I was
supposed to be pissed. Maybe its cause she was like a sister to me, and you
know how brothers are about guys fucking their sisters.”
He looked up at the vampire. “I
left all that behind me in SunnyHell. I’m the new and improved Xander Harris.”
He raised his beer in a toast. “All I know is that I don’t have the same
hang-ups here that I did there. That includes liking you. I always thought you
were pretty cool, actually.”
He smiled at the vampire’s shocked
look. “I did. You never took anyone’s shit. You have a great sense of humor.
You can kick some serious ass. I liked hanging around with you. I wondered what
you were like in bed after the Anya thing. I must admit, I think I was a bit
jealous. Of both of you.”
“So, you’re a bit bent, then?”
Spike asked carefully.
Xander laughed. “Bent. I like
that. Yeah, I guess you could say I’m a bit bent. I find men just as sexy as
women. Sometimes more so. Like in your case.” He swept his eyes over Spike’s
body in a way that was becoming quickly addictive. “I find you very sexy,
Spike. Always have. I guess I’m just in a place in my life where I’m finally
willing to admit that.”
“Oh.” ~Brilliant, William~ Spike
growled at himself. ~Very verbose. Perhaps you should try guttural grunts next
time?~
Xander didn’t seem to mind though.
He hopped down. “Well, I’m tired. I only have one bed, but it’s pretty big and
really comfortable. I promise I won’t try to seduce you anymore tonight.” He
grinned. “Note the emphasis on the word ‘tonight.’ But I would like if you
would sleep with me. Just sleep.”
He looked so earnest that Spike
couldn’t imagine refusing him. Right. Like that was really going to happen.
~Who the hell do you think you’re fooling, ponce?~ “Okay.” ~Oh, look! We’ve
graduated to two syllable sounds!~ He took the hand Xander reached out to him
and allowed Xander to lead him into the master bedroom.
The boy wasn’t lying. The bed was
huge. He glanced at Xander and was a bit startled to see him shucking out of
his clothes already. Spike stood and stared as Xander got completely naked.
~Oh, dear fucking Lord.~ Spike mentally moaned when Xan’s pants cleared his
hips. The boy was half hard and very impressive. Spike moved his hands in front
of his crotch covering his reaction.
Xander flung the covers back and
crawled into bed. Spike stared. “What?” the human asked.
“You…errr…you’re n-…you have no…”
~What? Am I bloody 15?~ “You’re naked.”
Xander looked down at his covered
body. “Yeah?” He looked up at Spike with a twinkle in his eye. “That bother
you?”
“Err…not exactly bother…but it’s
very distracting.”
“Sorry.” He didn’t sound sorry. “I
think I have some boxers in my top drawer. I usually don’t wear underwear. It
makes lines.”
Spike bit his lip and headed for
the drawer. ~Lovely. Just what I needed to dwell on all night. Xander doesn’t
wear underwear. Like he doesn’t wear pajamas. Like he isn’t trying to seduce
me. Like I don’t want him to. Bloody hell, William. Shut. Up.~ He pulled a pair
of silk boxers out of the drawer and hurriedly changed clothes, well aware that
Xander was following his every move.
He climbed into bed next to Xander
and lay flat on his back, covers pulled up to his chest. Xander snickered and
turned out the light. “Do you know how goddamn cute you are?” Spike frowned.
“No, really. You’re adorable. Come here, blondie.” He opened his arms. “I
promise I won’t try anything tonight. You have my word.”
Spike reluctantly scooted over and
let Xander close warm, strong arms around him. The human sighed happily. “I
haven’t cuddled with anyone in…well, in a really long time.”
Spike laid his head against
Xander’s hard chest, listening to the rhythmic beat of his heart. His eyes slid
shut. Xander’s breathing soothed him in a way he hadn’t imagined he even needed
to be soothed.
“ Night, Spike.”
“Goodnight, Xander.”
Spike found his cheek pressed to
the boy’s hard chest. Closing his eyes, he let the sound of Xander’s heartbeat
and easy breathing lull him to sleep.
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