Spike and Xander's first time in the Crossing the Streams verse
Much love goes to fanbot for the idea for this piece, because if I couldn't get anything done by tonight, I was going to have skip the taming prompt this week.
Make me blind when your eyes close
Cool fingers found their way under Xander’s tee shirt. The muscles of his stomach contracted as they traced the muscles.
“Is this what you want Xander?” Spike’s voice was soft and whisky rough.
Xander’s mouth went dry as the rickety ladder creaked against his back as Spike pressed him to it.
“We’ve been dancing around each other all summer,” Spike continued, his fingers tracing crazy patterns around Xander’s navel. “Ever since the slayer died and your bird decided to go south for the apocalypse.”
Xander shook his head in denial. “I would definitely recall if there had been dancing, Spike.”
“You ever been with a man?” Spike asked, ignoring his protestations.
“What? No!” Xander squeaked in protest. He felt his face grow hot as he pushed away the memory that threatened to surface. That so didn’t count.
“It’s nothing like it is with girls,” Spike murmured. “The feel of smooth, hard flesh under your hand….”
Xander shuddered as Spike’s hand found his hard flesh. “God, Spike.”
“Want you so bad, Xander.”
Loneliness and uncertainty welled up in Xander’s chest at this admission. “Why?” he asked softly.
“Want to feel you, your warmth next to me,” Spike admitted, dipping his head down, and nuzzling Xander’s neck.
“H-how do I know this isn’t some kind of a trick or something?” Xander stammered breathlessly. “You’re evil, remember.”
Cool lips tickled the sensitive skin of his throat, just below his ear. “Don’t need to say a word to anyone. Can just be about us.”
Sucking in a breath, Xander’s heart pounded like a drum in his chest as he finally allowed himself to remember a drunken almost kiss, a lifetime ago in Oxnard - long before Anya had shown up wanting to interlock parts. He’d been both disappointed and relieved that Bradley hadn’t seemed to remember it the next day.
Spike pulled away suddenly, and Xander was startled by the clarity in the vampire’s blue eyes.
“Be with me, Xander?” Spike whispered huskily, biting his bottom lip. Somehow he managed to look vulnerable, hopeful and incredibly sexy all at the same time.
Xander closed his eyes and tried not to think as Spike’s lips were pressed against his. When a cool tongue darted out, gently asking for permission, Xander gasped and allowed the vampire to deepen the kiss.
Sink when you get close
Panic washed over Xander. As soon as he caught his breath, he jumped up and started pulling on his clothes.
He’d just had something that he was pretty sure qualified as gay sex. With Spike. Rutting naked against another guy until you came was definitely flirting with the gayness.
A wave of heat at the memory, and Xander pushed it away desperately.
"What’s the hurry, love?" Spike asked lazily. He was still very naked and looked incredibly smug and satisfied as he sprawled across the bed. Xander’s eyes skittered over the streaks of white that decorated the vampires taut belly.
Xander crouched down and began tying his shoes, mumbling vaguely, “Yeah, well, you know what they say ‘a rolling stone crushes toes."
“Do they?” Spike asked, and Xander could hear the amusement in his voice.
When he finally risked looking up, Xander found Spike studying him intently, tongue curled behind his teeth.
Xander flushed again at the heated look Spike gave him when their eyes met.
“Stay,” Spike whispered huskily.
Panic flooded him, and he was about to protest, but the words died as he heard the door to the crypt bang against the wall.
“Spike?” a timid voice called down.
Horrified, Xander looked up. The pale flesh of a very Willow-y ankle was on the first rung of the ladder.
Spike’s lustful gaze shifted immediately to one of concern as he jerked his head toward the dressing screen in the corner.
“I’m here, ducks,” Spike called as Xander half ran, half stumbled across the room to hide.
“Oh, good.” Willow sounded relieved. She also sounded like she was at the bottom of the ladder.
Xander pressed his eye above one of the hinges in the screen, watching the two of them. Spike was leaning against the headboard, flipping casually through a magazine. Absently, Xander wondered where the vampire had had it stashed. He barely had time to slide under the sheets before Willow reached the bottom of the ladder.
“What can I do for you?” Spike asked pointedly as he tossed the magazine aside.
Willow flushed. “Ummm. Xander. Have you seen him? He was supposed to call after patrol. I know sometimes you hang out afterwards….I thought he still might be here.”
Guilt flooded him. He’d forgotten to check in.
Spike shook his head. “Nope.”
“I tried to call his apartment and he didn’t answer.” Willow nibbled her lip nervously.
Spike’s bored and slightly impatient tone didn’t change. “He said something about being knackered and going right to bed. I wasn’t really paying too much attention.”
“Maybe I should go see him.”
Xander stiffened in panic. There was no way he’d be able to get out of here and make it home before Willow got to his place.
Shrugging indifferently, the vampire replied, “Whatever. You deal with waking him up on a work night.”
Xander had to push aside the bitter anger as he watched realization dawn on Willow’s face. “I forgot about that,” she said guiltily.
“You mind, Red? I was busy.”
Xander watched as Willow’s eyes focused on Spike, his pale, bare chest. They widened hugely as she took in the rumpled sheets and his even more rumpled hair and the Playboy lying casually on the bed next to him.
Willow blushed furiously. “Oh! I…Oh!”
“Less you want to join me.” Spike grinned wickedly.
Xander expected a brusque ‘gay now’ but instead Willow stammered. “I…no…Tara and Dawn. I need to get home. I’ll see you later, Spike.”
Spike smirked as she stumbled up the ladder. “Ta, pet.”
The door to the cemetery slammed almost immediately after she reached the top. She must have sprinted across the crypt to get away.
Spike chuckled. “You can come out, love.”
Tie me to the bedpost
“I have to go to work tomorrow,” Xander said without preamble as left his hiding place. He tried to sound apologetic, but he couldn’t look at Spike as he strode toward the ladder.
In a flash of pale flesh, the naked vampire insinuated himself between Xander and his escape route.
Xander stopped short, heart pounding. “What?”
Xander’s breath caught as Spike ran a finger down the front of his pants. He flushed, embarrassed, when he realized the vampire was simply tracing the outline of the phone in his pocket.
“Got a clock on your mobile, right?” Spike asked huskily. “You can set the alarm.”
“I can’t…” Xander began, and then swallowed thickly as a cool tongue traced his throat.
“Stay,” Spike whispered insistently, as his hands slipped to the waistband of Xander’s jeans. He tugged gently, but nothing more. “Please.”
Xander could have pushed Spike’s hands aside. He could have pushed Spike aside and gone up the ladder, back to the land of sanity. And he should, he really should, because this way led to down the path to so very wrong.
But he didn’t.
“I...” Xander began, and then the words dried up. “Yeah,” he managed to whisper.
Spike grinned naughtily and popped the button. “You won’t regret it.”
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