He'd have preferred to shag a human, of course. Spike gave
a brief growl as he thought about which humans in
particular he'd like to have bent over a barstool right
about now, knowing those fantasies were likely to remain
just that. The Scoobies might have taken his help and even
his side on occasion, but that was where the taking ended.
Still, it was for the best really, with that lot.
Considering the mood he was in tonight, he'd probably
break up the group by breaking up the group, literally.
Spike took another sip as he eyed a Welksel demon from
across the room. They were lithe, supple little things, if
one didn't mind the scales marking the forehead and the
quills that tended to spray an ink-like blue upon
completion. Remembering how hard it had been to get the
navy out of blonde hair the last time, Spike sighed and
continued his perusal. Maybe something big, something
strong tonight. Something...hard. Yeah, Spike felt the
need to be obliterated. If he couldn't rip and tear
himself, then he wanted to be ripped and torn, wanted to
be left feeling so many hurts in so many places, it was a
comfort. The comfort of feeling stripped to the bone and
then having those crunched, all for the sake of pleasure.
There was so much in his head, so many conflicting wants
and needs and thoughts and ruminations. And frankly, Spike
was sick unto his un-death of all of it. He wanted the
honesty of harshness, of cruelty. No questions, no
confusing gentleness, and for the love of every deity, no
talk about it. Just a good hard fuck and gone.
Decided, Spike looked to the back wall. And froze, glass
half-way to his lips.
There, sitting completely unmolested , back to the wall,
was a human. That wasn't so odd, the stray tourist, the
ignorant local, the seedy underground looking for a fix or
a trade or both, all made an occasional appearance. This
was none of the above.
Spike took in the dark hair, the heavy stubble, the thick
ridge of lash on the slightly lowered lids. Pale skin, but
a good color. The human swallowed, and the glass was
lowered, even as the eyes raised.
Spike felt himself respond, though he kept his features
neutral. Damn, but this was a pretty one! That mouth was
made to go about a man's cock, and the eyes were a sharp,
cutting green. The human returned his gaze, and Spike felt
a corner of his mouth quirk. Pretty or not, this one was
no weakling. Those were the merciless eyes of a predator,
which explained why he was finishing his drink, instead of
becoming one. Oh, no match for a determined demon, no
human was, but strength tended to respect strength, and
most demons would leave a dangerous man alone the same as
humans did.
Spike noticed that the pretty one was still looking at him
flatly, neither begging nor returning trouble, simply
waiting patiently. Tossing back his drink and getting a
fresh one, Spike headed toward the man's table.
Spike saw the man lean back, assuming what looked like a
casual pose, but the hunter in Spike knew that was
deceptive. It was a defense posture with lots of ways to
turn offense. Stopping far enough away to make his lewd if
peaceful intentions plain, Spike saw the human relax a
fraction.
"You know what I am?" Spike asked it quietly, not a
challenge, simply a matter of curiosity. Plus, it saved
having your partner bolt from the room at a bad time, if
they expected you to slide into game face during the
interesting bits.
"I know you aren't human, the same as you know I am.
Judging by the lack of a tan, the blood in the glass, and
the human accent, I'd say you were a vampire." The voice
was good, a husky rumble that could caress or bite. Nice.
And, despite his knowledge, the man continued to look
blandly at Spike, though there was more than a hint of
curiosity in those dark green depths.
"Got it in one. I've already fed, that's not what this
is."
"So what is this?"
"It's me thinking you look like you might not mind a bit
of sport."
"Bloodsport?"
"If I can get it, sure, bloodsucker and all that. A good
solid fuck, if I can't."
The mouth quirked, showing a hint of white teeth, blunt,
but strong. "Yeah? And why am I expected to trust you?"
"Oh, you can't trust me, luv. But I won't bite or hurt
you, either. Not tonight, anyway. You have my word on
that."
The grin intensified as the human studied him for a long
moment. At last, with a nod, the human finished his drink,
and threw some money on the table. Spike finished his own,
added some bills to the pile, and led the way out.
XxXxX
Once outside the door, he waited as the human zipped up
his leather coat. It was beaten up in places, but was
obviously a friend. Putting his hands into his own beloved
duster, Spike found his cigarettes.
"Smoke?"
"No thanks. My name's Alex."
"I'm Spike."
An eyebrow arched, but the human said nothing, just
accepted this. "So, I have a hotel room, what have you
got?"
"A crypt, but it's nice enough. Your choice, you're the
mortal here."
"Your place."
Spike started them towards the cemetery. They were half-
way there, when there was a faint stirring behind them.
The vampire was impressed when Alex noticed it nearly as
soon as he did, hand reaching into a pocket and drawing
out a knife. Spike, knowing what - or rather who - was
behind him, said nothing, only watched in delight as his
new companion suddenly whirled, extending the blade to
rest just against the neck of one surprised Slayer. And
kudos to the boy for not assuming the slender petite
blonde was harmless. The blade remained, along with a hard
look.
"Why are you following me?"
"I'm not. I'm trying to save you. That's not a human
beside you. He's a vampire named Spike, and you can't
trust him." Buffy, not wanting to startle or hurt what she
recognized as a human, offered this with earnest
sincerity, reminding Alex annoyingly of Mulder.
"Thanks for the concern," the words were tossed with a
light coating of sarcasm, and Buffy's mouth drew into a
firm line, "but I knew all of that. I can take care of
myself. Besides, it's none of your business."
"Unfortunately, it is my business. Just because Spike
can't bite or hurt a human, doesn't make him safe." Alex's
face never changed, but Spike detected the subtle shift in
the eyes that told him the man was processing the new
information.
Spike felt a wave of humiliation come over him as the
words left her mouth, so easily and casually shouting his
weakness to the world. His jaw locked, and there was
undisguised anger and hatred in his voice.
"Back off, Slayer. This one's no white hat. He doesn't
need your bloody good intentions or saving."
Alex gave a harsh, ugly bark of laughter, withdrawing the
knife and putting it away. "No, I don't. I've got a
personal savior already, and he's just as nosy and
irritating as I'm guessing you are. Besides, you trust
him." This made the big eyes open even bigger, and a faint
blush appeared. Spike, not knowing or caring how the human
had put that together, smirked. "Now, you heard the vamp,
back off."
Buffy looked deeply into Alex's eyes for a long moment,
before shaking her head in disgust. "You're nearly as evil
as he is. Fine, you deserve each other. If you'll excuse
me, there are people worth saving out here."
She took off, and Alex asked quietly, "So what's her deal?
A PMS demon?"
Spike's surprised laughter brought a genuine smile from
his companion. "Something like that, yeah."
"So, is what she said true? You can't bite or hurt a
human?"
Spike's amusement faded. "It's true. Couldn't feed off you
if I wanted to, luv. And I do." A wave of intense longing
and long impotent rage flashed over the features, and
Spike drew deeply on his cigarette, before flicking it
into the bushes. He didn't know why he was admitting the
truth to the man, but it would do no harm now that Buffy'd
opened her yap, the stupid bint. Feeling suddenly
insecure, Spike was just about to walk away, when Alex
spoke.
"Feel my left arm." Alex's eyes and voice had gone flat,
and Spike's brow furrowed slightly. He reached out, hand
encountering hard plastic. Trailing his fingers carefully,
watching Alex's face for reaction, Spike didn't reach
flesh until nearly the shoulder.
"We fight. We don't always win. Sometimes there's a scar."
Spike offered it as a thank you for sharing a weakness of
his own. The words seemed to relax Alex. They made Spike
feel better, too. Alex nodded at this acceptance and let
his eyes and attention come back to Spike. "Besides, I'm
not really interested in you for your arm, if you get me
meanin'."
Alex reached out to put a hand on the side of the lean
face, and caressed a cheekbone. "You're all hard edges and
sharp planes. I like that. You don't break easy, do you?"
"I don't break, human, but you're damn sure welcome to
try." Spike made it a drawling challenge, and Alex pulled
the man to him suddenly, taking his mouth so harshly their
teeth clicked. Spike didn't fight him, but matched his
intensity, not bothered in the least by the lack of
oxygen.
When the kiss finally ended, Alex met his gaze baldly,
panting slightly. "How much farther is it to your crypt?
Because I'm about thirty seconds from taking you right
here, right now."
"It's just over that little hill." Spike nodded with his
head, nearly ready to go down on the grass if the mortal
wanted. The warm mouth was as talented as it looked.
"Get us there." Alex ground it out, and Spike felt the
sound ride down his spine and wrap around his cock.
"Keep up, that's a good Pet."
Alex responded to the tease with a snort of amusement, and
soon they were entering the stone door.
"Ever done it in a crypt before?"
"Yes. Ever done it in a church?"
"Once. It was worth it to hear the priest beg the saints
for an intervention. Must admit, though, all the crosses
did tend to put a damper on the mood. Ever done it with a
vampire, Pet?"
"No. And don't call me Pet again." There was a dare in
that, a sparkle in the green eyes that let Spike know he
should definitely try it before Alex left. Spike picked up
a bottle of whiskey, tossed it at Alex. The man caught it
easily in his good hand, deftly twisted off the top with
forefinger and thumb, then tilted it back, taking a hefty
swallow. He recapped it, and threw it back to Spike.
"Well, aren't you the talented one? Couple of things to
keep in mind, Alex. No diseases, flesh is technically
already dead, can't catch or pass on anythin'. So you
don't need a condom, but I've got one, if you prefer. And
no, I can't bite you, but I'll want to, see? I'll go game
face on you, it can be a bit of a shock if you haven't
seen it."
"Can you do it at will?" When Spike nodded, Alex motioned.
"Show me."
Spike slipped into his demon guise, giving a growl for
good measure. Alex paused for a moment, studying Spike
closely, and then stepped closer.
"This it?" Stated as clear question, Spike knew he wasn't
being insulted.
"This is it."
A human breath later, Alex had reached out, running his
tongue over Spike's teeth, feeling the vampire quiver as
human flesh trailed across his canines.
"I think I can handle it." Alex pulled back, breathless,
and high on the obvious danger. It fed Spike's ego the way
nothing had in a long time, and the vamp smiled, pleased.
"Buffy was right, the soddin' cow, you are as evil as I
am."
"Worse, I supposedly have a soul. Take off your clothes."
Alex was already getting out of his jacket, and toeing off
his shoes.
Spike, impressed by the stones on the boy, hastened to
follow suit. "Oi, I don't need kid gloves, right? Healing
powers and all that?"
"I hear you. I know what you need. You'll get it."
"Thought you might. Pet." Spike smirked, and Alex smiled
at him sexily, before backhanding the vamp hard enough to
rock him backwards. It was a good hit, careful but solid,
and Spike felt the tight stirring of desire begin to drift
through him. Oh, yes, the pretty one knew how to play.
"Not bad, for a human."
Alex, undressed now, pulled Spike to him, kissing him with
that same harsh need and desperation he'd shown earlier.
Spike reached out to embrace him, but his hand bumped into
the artificial arm. Pulling back, the vamp nodded down at
it.
"You need that? It's no skin off my nose if you shag with
it up your arse, but if you're leaving it on for me,
don't."
Alex hesitated only briefly, before shrugging out of it,
and putting it carefully on a chair. He then turned back
to Spike, and tangled his hand in the bleached blonde
strands, using the hair to pull the vampire back to him.
Spike opened his mouth willingly to Alex's demanding
tongue, his hands on the lean hips pulling Alex back
toward the bed. When the back of his legs hit the
mattress, Spike started to get on, only to find Alex
shaking his head.
"Not yet." The human teeth came out, worrying at Spike's
collarbone, gnawing at it until the vamp hissed with the
sensations. Alex rasped his tongue across the smooth
flesh, frowning slightly at the faint pink tinge. "You
mark?"
"Briefly, and only if I've fed." Spike was panting
slightly, even though he didn't have to, and that didn't
stop when Alex got a decidedly wicked gleam in his eyes.
Moving back to his clothes, Alex pulled the belt from his
jeans. It was a wicked thickness of black leather, and
while he didn't pause, Alex made enough of a show out of
pulling it through the denim loops that Spike recognized
it as the chance to decline. Instead, he met Alex's level
gaze with his own, nodding slightly.
Sauntering back with a smooth grace that belied his lost
limb, Alex held the belt out to Spike, lifting it right
under the vampire's sensitive nose.
"Double it." It wouldn't feel as good, but Spike knew it
would give the human more control while whipping him one
handed. Spike waited a second too long, wondering what
Alex would do, and then he was slapped hard, the leather
still lying across Alex's palm. "Double it."
Spike, pleasantly reminded of a special time he'd once had
with Angelus, lowered his eyelids to half-mast, and took
the again proffered leather. He kissed it lovingly, then
carefully folded it in half, making sure the buckle
wouldn't dig into Alex's hand, and gave it back.
Alex stepped back and looked at the vampire's lean form.
It was all clean lines and deep cuts, and the lust was
easy to read in the human's appreciative gaze. Raising the
belt, Alex brought it down across one pale nipple. Spike
arched into the blow, turning his head to the side, as the
other nipple was now smacked. The blows weren't light, not
by any means, but they were given with the same care as
the slaps had been, and Spike relished the thought that
his instincts had been right.
Alex examined the marks, trailing them with a curious
finger, the belt now limp in his hand.
"I like that. It suits you." Alex licked across each
pinkened nub, before stepping back and whipping them
again. "Put your hands behind your head, I want those
muscles tight."
Spike obeyed, and this time the belt bit more sharply, and
the sensations ran straight to his cock., tickling along
the underside like an electrical current. Another blow to
each now singing nipple, and Spike groaned. Alex covered
the open mouth with his own, then leaned down sucking and
biting at the tender flesh. When Spike was fighting to
keep his hands behind his head, Alex pulled back.
"Turn around. Put your hands on the bed, I want to whip
your ass before I fuck it."
Spike moaned, whether in anticipation or in dread he
wasn't sure, but he assumed the position he'd been
painfully taught so long ago. Alex lay the folded belt
across Spike's back, freeing his hand to explore the tight
muscles thrusting out at him so obscenely. After trailing
his fingers down each hard knob of the spine, Alex cupped
first one globe, then the other, squeezing and kneading at
the narrow roundness. Spike knew better than to move, but
he longed to push back into the palm. When Alex's warm,
calloused hand closed around his balls, feeling each one
within the sac, then rolling them lightly together, he
couldn't resist a shiver. The hand slid back up to his
ass, slapping it firmly in reproof, then the pad of Alex's
thumb was caressing Spike's opening, and the vampire slid
into his demon face.
"Like that, huh? Want my cock, Spike?"
The blonde said nothing, but a low growl sounded, echoing
lightly around the room.
"Good sound. Let's see what other noises you can make."
The thumb was removed, as was the belt, and Spike set
himself for the blow, holding a breath he didn't need. The
first blow would tell him the rest of the story, and he
waited with a dark anticipation to see how the night would
go from here. He wasn't disappointed.
Hot, hard and aimed in the center of each cheek, just to
the outside of his cleft. Bloody perfect. Throwing his
head back in appreciation, Spike relaxed. Alex saw the
move, knew what it meant, and felt a zing of pure pride go
through him. It was followed closely by an even purer pang
of lust, and Alex let himself go.
With a human partner, he would have set up a safe-word,
would have tempered the blows, would have watched and
listened and checked carefully every few licks. Spike
wasn't human, had insisted he play rough and had delighted
in the erotic promise of a long, full-out whipping. His
usual responsibilities were put aside, and Alex savored
the chance to whip as long and as hard as he liked,
without guilt or fear.
Spike rocked and moaned and writhed with abandon as the
belt landed time and again across his aching backside. He
didn't know why humans preferred to whip him there instead
of his back, but this was a damn fine whipping, and he
wasn't about to waste a moment of it whining about
location.
"Oh, gods, yes! That's right, baby, give it to me!"
"Take it, Spike, and then I want you on your knees. I'll
grind you into the mattress when I'm done." Alex panted it
out, actually grunting with the effort he was putting into
marking the demon's flesh.
"You'd by God better!" It was a furious growl, and Alex
shifted, landing a blow right on the little ring of muscle
itself. The howl was glorious, Alex felt the heat of it
gripping his belly, and did it again. The howl was louder,
and Alex threw down the belt, knowing he couldn't hold out
much longer.
"Now!" It was an urgent demand, and Spike was kneeling on
the bed, dick throbbing underneath him nearly as much as
his ass throbbed above. It was good, exactly what he'd
wanted and needed. "Open yourself for me." Not expecting
that one, Spike put his head on the mattress and reached
back with both hands. He felt spit covered fingers rub
across his opening, and then the thick head of an
impressive cock was nudging, pushing, demanding entrance.
Spike let go, using his hands now to brace himself, head
dropping as he opened to that velvety hardness. Alex's
groan nearly drowned out his own as the ring was breached,
and both men adjusted, knees spreading farther, or
scooting nearer. Then, with Alex's hand on Spike's hip, a
long steady push until the width was fully seated within
the vampire's cool but welcoming body.
"Tight, my God, you're tight," Alex mumbled
appreciatively, and Spike clenched deliberately around the
incredible heat within him. A smoking iron parting his
flesh, Spike let his thoughts run to fancy as his muscles
happily toyed with the cock inside him. Alex wasn't any
longer than average, but he was thick and well shaped.
"Good rod you got there, Pet. Know how to use it?"
Alex heard the strain in the taunting voice, and knew
Spike was just as affected as he was. Still, the vampire
knew better than to use that name. He froze, going
absolutely still, even calming his breathing. When Spike
impatiently wriggled, Alex bit his lip, but refused to
budge. Looking over his shoulder in confused annoyance,
Spike encountered a face carved from stone. Realizing what
he'd done, Spike swore, actually banging his fist against
the mattress in frustration.
"Alright, you win. I won't call you Pet again, you have my
word. Now move your soddin' arse!"
Alex reached out, grabbing the white hair again, trusting
the vampire's strength and balance to keep them upright.
He pulled Spike up, still impaled, sitting the vampire on
his thighs with a brutal thrust. Spike cried out, but it
was with passion. Alex leaned forward, biting into the
junction of neck and shoulder hard.
"Good boy." Another nip, to the nape of the exposed neck
this time, and Alex began to fuck Spike in earnest, no
more patience for games. He slammed into the still marked
backside, his fingers finding and pinching the nipples
he'd whipped earlier, before the arm tightened around
Spike's waist, holding him tightly against Alex's groin
long enough for Alex to shift slightly.
The new position put his cock on an interception course
with Spike's prostate. Alex wasn't sure it worked on
vampires, but being a good lover, he acted from habit. The
first thrust told him he'd done well. Spike's arms came up
and around his neck, not clinging, the hands clenched into
fists as he rode. Alex's hand teased the sensitive nipples
a final time, before dropping down, and catching hold of
Spike's angry cock.
"Yes! Now, Alex, now!" Spike, body on overload, began to
spill over the rough fist nearly as soon as it touched
him, and the spasms took Alex home with him. He felt the
warmth of the human's seed hitting deep within him, and
shuddered again. Slowly, with great care, Spike eased them
apart, each man gasping at the separation.
Collapsing onto the mattress, both men did nothing for
many minutes except pant.
"Christ, that was good!" Alex was still trembling,
aftershocks sparking off his spent body.
"Amen." Spike, a quicker recovery possible due to the lack
of oxygen debt, rolled onto his side, looking with frank
admiration at the mortal beside him. "Thanks, luv, I
needed that."
"Yeah, who didn't?" Alex stretched, and then settled back
again. He had no plans of sleeping, but he decided it
wouldn't hurt to get comfortable.
He watched Spike light a cigarette, and when the vampire
held it out, took it. He seldom smoked, but occasionally,
after sex, it was just right. He took a deep drag, and
handed it back.
"You okay?" He'd seen the wince as Spike rolled onto his
back.
"Of course. I hurt, but that was sort of the point of
lettin' you take your belt to me, now wasn't it?" Spike
grinned, and Alex let it go. "Hey." Alex looked back over
and Spike's face was softer, sincere. "Thanks, for asking,
all the same."
"You're welcome. Give me another drag." Spike handed the
cigarette over again, and reached down beside the bed,
retrieving another bottle, still whiskey. He took a drink,
then handed it to Alex, who accepted it gratefully. A
healthy swig, and he passed it back.
A few moments ticked by in easy silence, neither man
looking for a chat or a cuddle, though their bodies were
close enough for comfort on the bed. It was nice, and
Spike wished again that he could bite this one. Alex would
make one hell of a vampire. He gave a small sound of
appreciation at the mental image, and Alex looked at him.
"I was just thinking that you'd make a damn fine vampire,
Alex. And that it's a shame I can't turn you."
"Thanks. That's nice." Alex wasn't being sarcastic. He
recognized it as a compliment and took it as such. Spike,
unused to common sense in humans, got a curious look.
"You know, for a human, you're awful easy with all this
supernatural rot."
"Let's just say you aren't the strangest thing I've ever
seen and leave it at that."
"Fair enough." They lapsed back into quiet, and then Alex
sat up, looking around.
"I'm guessing it's not safe to leave yet?"
"It is if I'm with you. I can handle most anythin' but a
human, and I'm bettin' you can handle most humans. Still
most mortals do better in the sunshine. That's about
another hour from now. If you want to go, I'll get
dressed, no problem, p-luv." Spike bit the endearment off,
with some regret.
Alex grinned, waving his hand at him. "It's okay, go
ahead. I really don't mind, it was just a good excuse. I
release you from your vow."
"Thanks, Pet."
"You're welcome. Hey, I know you don't eat actual food,
but well, I was wondering..."
"Kitchen's through there. I've got some cookies on the
table, there's peanut butter and jelly in the
refrigerator, and crackers on the counter. Soda, too, I
think. Help yourself."
"Thanks." Alex stood up, unconcerned about his nudity. He
took out the fixings for the sandwich, then sighed.
"What?" Spike was equally nude, equally unconcerned, but
he'd caught the tone of the sigh.
"I need my arm, but I don't want to put it back on until I
shower...You do have a shower right?"
"Absolutely. Vampires love showers and baths. We're quite
poofy about them, to be honest." Seeing the problem, Spike
had merely washed his hands, and then began making the
sandwiches on the crackers for him. "How many?"
"About eight."
Spike made ten, and handed them over. He opened the
refrigerator and pulled out a small bag of blood, holding
it up. "You mind? I could use a snack meself."
Alex waved him on, and Spike soon had a hot mug full of A
positive.
"Can I ask? You don't have to answer."
"Go for it." Spike leaned against the counter, while Alex
sat in one of the two folding chairs set up around the
card table. He'd lived worse.
"Spike, why can't you feed off humans anymore?"
"I've been altered, pretty one. There's an unasked for
chip in my head, won't let me do physical harm to a human.
Zaps my brain with an electric shock for even thinking
about it too hard." Again, Spike couldn't imagine why he
was telling this man anything, much less everything, but
it just felt right. Alex was a kindred soul, so to speak.
They understood each other.
"That bites. Or, doesn't." A pause, and Spike looked up,
relieved to see that Alex had no intention of murmuring
platitudes. He chuckled at the slight pun, knowing Alex
had only said it to show him it was okay, and that he
understood.
"Bad one, Pet, very bad. Finish your brekkie, it's the
showers for you then out you get."
Alex grinned, but there was a thoughtful look in his eyes
too. Spike, gone to put on some music, missed it, just as
he missed seeing Alex move to his clothing. When he came
back into the kitchen, he saw Alex standing by his mug on
the counter, hand behind his back.
"You alright?" Something was up, he could tell, and he
eyed Alex warily.
"Spike, the only reason you can't feed anymore is because
you can't hurt a human, right? You can't bite, so you
can't feed, right?"
"Yeah, what's your point?" Suspicious, Spike watched as
Alex moved his hand back in front of his body. In it was
his knife, already thumbed open. Spike stared, dumbstruck,
and Alex put the knife in his mouth and then quickly
pricked his ring finger with it. Holding it over Spike's
cup, Alex used his thumb to milk several drops into the
blood already there. When it finished dripping, Alex took
the knife, closed it, and lay it on the table.
"For flavor." He grinned, and handed the cup over to
Spike.
There was a faint tremble in the hands as they raised the
cup, but Alex knew it was pure hunger. The vampire closed
his eyes, inhaling deeply, then slowly, took a tiny sip. A
moan escaped, as the taste burst across his tongue, real
blood, fresh and rich and still vital, not frozen and
treated. Spike lifted his eyes long enough to wink, and
then took another small sip, while Alex grinned.
"Tastes good, there's still a bit o' whiskey in there. You
driving?"
"You're welcome, Spike." Alex reached out, placed a kiss
on Spike's forehead. Spike took Alex's hand in one of his
own, bringing it to his mouth. He kissed it, and then Alex
held the ring finger to the pale pink lips. "Go on."
Spike vamped out, and drew it into his mouth, sucking as
gently as he could. There were only a few drops left, but
it was incredible to feel live human flesh on his tongue
again, to draw blood as it was pumped through the veins. A
second only of ecstasy, but it was worth it. He shifted
back, and looked up at Alex with every year of his over
one century.
"If you're thinking I'll nick open a vein and give you a
taste now, think again." It was a good natured rumble,
both men hearing the thanks inherent within it. A kiss,
and Spike picked up his mug, and moved to the bed with it,
carrying it as though it might break. Alex watched for
only a moment, then found the shower.
XxXxX
When he came out, Spike had finished drinking, and was
wearing a pair of black silk boxers. Alex looked at him
surreptitiously, and Spike smiled.
"It's alright, Pet. Not about to go all nancy boy on you.
I'll leave the weepy fits to you humans."
"Hey, I do not have weepy fits! I'm an assassin, they take
away your union card for shit like that."
Both men were relieved that there would be nothing else
said, the real words lying between them, couched in the
easy to digest insults.
Alex leaned down, kissing Spike again, unable to resist.
Cool hands slid against his skin, still hot and damp from
the shower. When those hands cupped his backside, Alex
groaned.
"I already took my shower..."
Spike chortled, soundly slapping the naked bottom once,
before easing away. "Alright, luv, I won't start anything.
But get dressed, right? You're quite the package, makes it
hard for a bloke to keep from trying, you know?"
Alex, feeling sexier and more complete than he had in a
long, long time, stole another kiss, got another swat, and
began to dress.
When he was ready, Spike walked him to the doorway of his
stairs.
"Sun's up, pretty, this is as far as I go. When you leave
here, hang a right off the main branch of the cemetery,
it'll take you right back to downtown."
Alex nodded, and then looked suddenly mischievous. "Do it
again."
A moment's confusion gave way to eye rolling, but Spike
patiently put his demon face back on. "Look, I don't
juggle, this about all there is, you know."
Alex kissed him to stop the grousing, then whispered,
"Change back." Spike did, and Alex kissed the human face
soundly. "If you ever lose the chip, find me. You know
what my blood tastes like now, you can do it. I could
handle another night with you. Of course, things would
play a little differently. Maybe next time, I could even
learn to obey you. Sire." The last bit, a raw tease, sent
Spike's head reeling, and with another ferocious kiss,
Alex was gone.
Spike looked after him for a long time, then began to
laugh softly.
One day, Pet.
One day...
THE END.
Rough Trade
by Raven
Swirling the blood and whiskey mix around the bottom of
his glass, Spike took a cursory scan around the bar. He'd
come into the demon bar feeling as close to good as he
ever did anymore, with the exception of an almost
desperate need to get laid. It had sent him straight to
the bar, and it was only now, after downing one drink and
getting a second, that he could relax enough to turn
around and check out the inhabitants.
