Quantum Xander 2
In Wake of the Curse


Part Forty-Six

While Xander slept, Spike took the time to go over his options. He knew that he would have to learn to share Xander with his double, that he owed the other vampire a debt of gratitude for keeping Xander sane and making him feel loved and wanted while he was unable to do it himself. He also knew that he wouldn't get rid of the other one easily, either. Xander loved him, and Xander was very protective of the ones he loved. He had a necklace of soldier teeth to prove it.

Thinking of that made him wonder where those teeth were; he gently disentangled himself from his mate and went to the closet. He searched through his duster pockets, finding first his ring and slipping it onto his finger. He found his smokes, his lighter, some change and a rumpled bandanna - but no necklace.

"Hmm, wonder where the bloody thing is?"

Quietly, so as not to wake Xander, Spike began rifling through the contents of the nightstand. He grinned lasciviously as he found the cuffs and flogger. He remembered well the night he had used them on his lovely boy. He grew hard just thinking about it.

Spike set the leather items on the bed and continued his hunt. He looked under his journal, snorting at the fact that his double had read it and knew what a ponce he was. It was one thing for his mate to know; his double was an entirely different matter. Of course, it had led to him taking care of Xander, so it was forgivable, after all. Anything that helped Xander was forgivable as far as he was concerned.

"Ah hah!"

In the back corner of the drawer, Spike found his chain. He put it on, feeling the cool enamel against his skin and smiled. He remembered the night Xander had given it to him, how nervous he had been. He chuckled and looked at his sleeping lover. Xander was such a contradiction - he was so gentle and loving and kind, but he could be the meanest, most vindictive, cruel bastard that he had ever met if his loved ones were harmed or threatened.

Watching Xander these past weeks, seeing him interact with his friends, he began to understand what Xander meant when he said that these people were not like the ones from his reality. They really weren't. The stood by each other through thick and thin; they were family. And now, he would be a part of that, if he accepted them.

Spike sat on the end of the bed and just looked at Xander. He looked worn, like he hadn't slept in ages, but he looked happy too. Like, despite everything that was happening, all was finally right with his world. Maybe it was.

Several minutes passed while Spike lost himself in just watching Xander sleep. Eventually he snapped himself out of his daydreaming and snagged his journal out of the drawer and opened it to the back of the book. He found a blank page and began to write.

Xander woke to the soft sounds of pen scratching paper. He opened his eyes and took in the sight of his lover's dark head bowed over his journal. He smiled. This was a sight he had thought he might never see again, and he was reluctant to move lest he break the moment. But he wanted to touch Spike. To hold him in his arms, kiss him breathless, make love with him. He had to move, had to touch, had to prove to himself that this was real, that Spike was real and whole, and back with him.


It was whispered, but it made the vampire look up and smile. The book was forgotten; the pen fell to the floor and Spike found himself with a lap full of happy, grinning Xander before his mouth was covered by soft, warm lips. He lost himself to the kiss, the feel so much better than all those nights when he visited his boy in his dreams. Dreams could never compete with the reality that was Xander. Spike reluctantly tore his mouth away from that of his mate to allow him to draw air into his lungs. Xander panted harshly as Spike turned his attention to the smooth column of his lover's throat instead, nipping, kissing and sucking on the warm skin. Tasting his mate's unique flavour.

"Missed you, Spike. God, missed you so much."

Xander lifted the vampire's face from his neck and kissed him again. The kiss was full of love, caring, tenderness, all the pent up emotion of months of loss. Spike held his mate tightly to himself, sinking his hands into his hair and deepening the kiss. He had wanted to play with Xander, get up to no good with the cuffs and the flogger, but that was going to have to wait. He needed to be inside his lover, and he needed to be there now.

Xander blinked in shock as he suddenly found himself flat on his back and naked. He smiled widely as Spike pulled the drawer out of the nightstand in his haste to get the lube. His smile was quickly replaced by a look of pleasure as slick fingers found and entered his tight little pucker.

"Need you love, need to be in you."

"Yes! Please Spike, oh please."

Spike withdrew his fingers and lined himself up. He pushed forward and stopped at the slight gasp of pain from his mate.

"You okay, Xan? Did I hurt you?"

"No. Fine. Don't stop. Please don't stop."

Spike leaned down and took Xander's mouth in a fierce possessive kiss as he plunged the rest of his cock deep into his mate. Xander arched and howled into his lover's mouth. Spike didn't stop; he couldn't stop. The feel of Xander, hot and tight around him, made him growl and he felt his face shift.

Xander watched as his lover's face shifted and moaned in anticipation. He turned his head, baring his throat to his mate and pulled his head down and into the crook of his neck.

"Please, oh please, Spike. Bite me, claim me, make me yours again."

Spike growled and bit hard. Xander came screaming Spike's name and the vampire followed right behind him, not retracting his fangs until the last tremors of his orgasm subsided. He licked over his mark, closing the wound and began a deep rumbling purr. Xander ran his hands up and down the vampire's back and kissed him softly on the temple. Spike lifted his head and looked into his mate's deep brown eyes.




"And always."

"Love you, Xander."

"Love you too."

Spike slipped out of Xander's body and rolled them so they were on their sides, face to face. He kissed his forehead, his eyelids, the tip of his nose, and finally his mouth. Xander smiled at him and repeated the gesture.

"I'm glad you're back, Spike."

"I'm glad to be back, love. Thank you."

There were no more words after that. Only the soft sounds of two people making love for hours on end.

Part Forty-Seven

"Still don't see why we couldn't just stay home and shag each other senseless."

"Apocalypse, Spike. We're facing an apocalypse; I need to check in."

"That's what the phone is for. You don't have to get dressed and out of bed to use the damn phone."

Xander smiled at the vampire's grumbling. He had missed this; the other Spike didn't snark so much anymore.

"We'll go in, find out what's been going on and then if I'm not needed..."

"You're always needed, love. I need you."

"Thank you. But as I was saying, if I'm not needed here, we'll leave. I seem to recall promising you a day at the beach, after all."

Spike leered at his mate and kissed him soundly. Xander opened his car door and stepped out into the street. Spike followed suit. They made their way up to the front door of the Summers' house and Spike held Xander back for a minute. He cocked his head, frowned and then pushed the door open slightly so that Xander could hear what was being said on the other side.

"...still able to make me see cartoon birdies all around my head? You betcha. The short lack of consciousness was nice. I feel rested. So...how did those police files work out? Were they helpful?

"Uh...uh... yes. Very much so, I think. Um... there's evidence that Caleb may have established a foothold up north.

"That's great. That's..."

"I, um... I sent Spike to look into it."

"Spike? Is this a mission from which you intend Spike to return alive?"

"Yes. I sent Andrew with him."

"Again I ask the question."

"Buffy, you weren't here. Decisions have to be made in your absence."

"Yeah, well, those are the ones that have been scaring me."

"I did what I thought was right."

"You sent away the one person that's been watching my back - again."

"We're all watching your back."

"Funny... that's not really what it feels like."


Whatever Giles had been about to say dried up in his throat as Xander - followed by Spike - strode into the room. He looked from Buffy to Giles and then back again.

"I have questions. I want answers, and I want them now."

Buffy looked guiltily at the floor and Giles swallowed down his rising panic. He had known that this might happen, and after careful consideration, he realised that trying to kill Spike had been a foolish idea. The vampire was no longer any threat to his slayer, and Xander was powerful enough to hold his own. He should have never listened to Robin Wood.

"Very well, Xander. What would you like to know?"

"First off, what did Buffy mean when she asked if you intended Spike to return from this mission?"

Giles looked Xander in the eye and told him.

"I was an accessory to Robin's attack on Spike. I kept Buffy otherwise occupied, whilst they fought."

"I see. And this time? Is this a set-up?"

"No. This is a genuine fact-finding mission. I - I can show you the proof if you like."

"We'll get to that; why Andrew? Why send him along?"

"Truthfully? The boy was getting on my nerves; I saw an opportunity to get him out of the house for a couple days."

"You don't think Spike'll kill him and give you an excuse to have him put down?"

Giles' eyes bugged out and he pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Good Lord. I never even thought about that. I do hope Spike has more patience than I. If the situation were reversed, I'm not entirely confident that I wouldn't ring the little prick's neck."

Xander chuckled and shook his head.

"We have a problem here, G-man."

"Yes, I do realise that, Xander. And please refrain from calling me that insipid name."

Giles sighed and wished for his glasses. He needed something to busy his hands with.

"You must realise my position, Xander. My slayer was deferring to a vampire. Granted, it's not the first time such a thing has occurred, but this time, I didn't trust her motivations. She has a blind spot where Spike is concerned."

"Hello? In the room here." Xander and Giles ignored Buffy's outburst and continued to glare at one another.

"Spike is with me, Giles. Not Buffy. You needn't concern yourself about that."

"But she loves him!"

"She loves all of us. What's your point?"

"She couldn't be trusted to make important decisions where he was concerned."

Buffy rolled her eyes.

"And I'm still standing right here. Think you two could talk to me and not about me?"

Spike snickered and shook his head. This was quite entertaining, almost worth getting out of bed for.

"You do realise what I am, don't you? What I'm capable of?"

"Yes Xander, I'm quite aware of your abilities."

"Then you know that I'm not joking when I tell you that if you threaten my mate again, no matter what your reasons for doing so, I will stop you. However I see fit."

"Are you threatening me, Xander?"

"No. No, Giles, I'm not. I'm just making sure you are aware of the consequences of your actions."

By this time Buffy had given up with a snort of disgust and stomped into the kitchen. Spike followed after her and perched on one of the breakfast barstools.

"Not nice being ignored, is it?"

Spike spoke softly, but Buffy heard him anyway.

"Not particularly, no."

She studied the vampire carefully, taking in the dark hair and shook her head.

"It's ... weird. You look like Spike, but I can tell you aren't him."

"Oi! M'so Spike. Just not the one that's native to this reality. Make no mistake, slayer, I am Spike."

"Sorry, not what I meant. I just meant that, I thought it would be hard to tell you two apart, but it isn't."

"Well, only cause of my poncy hair. But I plan on fixing that right soon."

Buffy smiled.

"It's not just the hair. Although, it is a different look for you. I can see it in your eyes; there's something different in them. It's hard to explain."

"Could be the lack of soul, I suppose."

"Maybe. So, you and Xander have plans today?"

Spike smiled as he thought of his plans for Xander. Sunny beach, warm water, no swimsuits. His thoughts must have been easy to read, for Buffy giggled and shook her head.

"Please don't tell me. I don't think I'm old enough to hear it."

Spike tried for an innocent expression, but failed miserably.

"What? We're jus' going to the beach is all."

"Mmm hmm. And likely have sex on the sand, in the water and again in the car before going home, right?"

"Well, yeah. If I get my way."

"And you usually do, right?"

Spike grinned and waggled his eyebrows. This all seemed far too easy; here he was, sitting in the slayers kitchen, talking with the chosen one herself as if they were old mates.

"What are you really thinking, slayer? It can't be this simple. I'm a demon, without a soul, and I'm shagging yer best friend. You can't tell me you don't have a problem with this."

Buffy let out a sigh and rolled her head on her neck. She grimaced as the bones cracked.

"It wasn't. Not at first. But I've had time to get used to it, and Xander is far from helpless. I know that you wouldn't hurt him, and even if you did he could defend himself. But the reason I got over it is because I know Spike. If you are half the man he is, then I know you would never do anything to hurt Xander - 'cause he loves you too. That's good enough for me. And right now, I have more pressing issues to deal with."

"That preacher fellow?"

"Yeah, for a start. Him and his boss. We could use another fighter."

"I'm in."


Xander strolled into the kitchen and stood behind Spike's stool. He leaned down and kissed him on the cheek.

"Nothing doing here right now. You wanna take off?"

"Sounds good, love."

Spike stood, nodded to Buffy and followed Xander out of the kitchen. He snorted at the watcher on the way out the door and followed his lover to the car.

"Gonna let me shag you senseless on the sand, pet?"

Xander smirked and unlocked the doors.


"Why not?"

"Two words - gritty lube."

Realisation crossed the vampire's features and he rolled his eyes.

"Fine. But I am gonna shag you in the water."

Part Forty-Eight

Xander hung up the phone and turned to his mate.

"Giles says that Spike came back about an hour ago. It seems there was some sort of disagreement among Buffy and the others while we were at the beach. Long story short, Buffy is gone and Faith is in charge."

"Ouch. Bet that went over really well with Buffy."

"Yeah. Apparently Spike didn't take it too well either; he and Faith came to blows over it. Giles thinks Spike's out looking for her."

"You want to see if we can help?"

"No. I think Buffy is hurting right now, and she doesn't like her friends to see her weak or in pain. Spike will find her, and he'll help her. She trusts him; so do I."

"If you're sure; I mean, I don't want to hold you back from helping your friends."

"You're not."

Xander sighed, he had been having a wonderful day; he and Spike had spent hours at the beach, laying in the sun, holding hands, kissing, making love in the waves. The nice thing about Sunnydale being abandoned was that the beach was empty. Seeing a naked, hard, Spike in the sunlight was definitely a sight worth savouring. Then they had come home, and when Spike wasn't there, Xander called Buffy's house only to find out that everything had gone from bad to worse while he was off having fun with his lover. He felt horribly guilty.

Spike knew Xander well enough to know when his lovely boy was brooding. He put an arm around Xander's waist and led him to the sofa. He sat and pulled Xander down beside him and pulled him close. After tucking his mate's head under his chin he began to rub soothing circles on his back.

"This is not your fault, love. What could you have done to change anything?"

"I don't know, but I should have been there, should have defended her."

"And said what? Yes, Buffy, I believe going back into the bad man's lair is a good idea. We didn't lose nearly enough people last time?"

"Well, no..."

"Xander. She may be the slayer, and she may be your friend, but she's still human, and as such she is capable of making mistakes. Don't you think this might be one of them?"

"Maybe. But what if she's right?"

"Then she'll prove it. Come on love, let's get you a cuppa hot chocolate and then into bed. You look exhausted."

"I am."

Xander yawned widely and Spike smiled and headed for the kitchen. He stopped in the doorway and turned around to look at his lovely mate. He was so damn happy to back in the real world with him, that even knowing that he had to share with the other Spike didn't bring him down.

Xander felt like he must have drifted off, for what seemed like only seconds later, Spike was back, sitting beside him and holding a steaming mug of chocolate under his nose.

"Mmm, chocolate."

"Yeah, love. And if you sit up and open those lovely eyes of yours, you can have it."

Xander sat up, opened his eyes and reached for the cup. He sipped the hot beverage and sighed.

"This is good. It would be better in bed though."

"Alright then, lets get you and your chocolate to bed then."

Spike led a sleepy Xander into the bedroom and stripped him down before tucking him into bed. Xander didn't even manage to finish his hot chocolate before drifting off to sleep.

Spike went back out to the living room and turned on the television. He wasn't tired, and if he had stayed in the bedroom with Xander he would have ended up waking him; he couldn't be around Xander without wanting to be inside him, and Xander needed his sleep. So while his mate slept in the next room, Spike flipped around the channels and finally gave up with a sigh. There was nothing on - literally. It seemed that since there was no one in Sunnydale anymore, there was no one running the cable station.

Spike went outside and lit a cigarette. It felt strange still, being there. He had grown accustomed to shifting from one place to another in a matter of days while he and Xander were together. Now though, they were finally at a standstill. This was where Xander belonged, where this reality's Spike belonged. He snorted and shook his head. He was as bad as the other him; he just couldn't help but feel concerned. Xander had been with his double for weeks now, they were mated, in love, and relatively happy considering the world was possibly coming to an end. Where did that leave him?

Yeah, he was there first, and he knew that Xander loved him. But he had seen everything that had happened, how his mate and the other Spike looked when they were locked together in passion, how Xander's eyes smouldered just watching the other vampire walk toward him. Plus, that little speech The First made - about him just being a "used up replica of the demon Xander really wanted" had struck a nerve. It was the one thing that Spike had worried about when they were still shifting - what would happen when they got to Xander's home dimension, whether or not Xander was interested in his world's Spike. He wondered if things would have turned out this way if he hadn't been dusted. If he had made it back here with Xander, would the other Spike even be here?

Of course, he knew he would, that Xander would never have left him in the school's basement. But would he be sharing Xander's bed? Xander's body? No, probably not. There would have been no need for the other Spike to spill blood for Xander, no accidental suck and grope session in the loo. No claiming, and no mating. Xander would be his and his alone. Spike - the other Spike - would still be chasing the slayer's skirts; maybe she might have even admitted she loved him by now.

Spike flicked the end of the cigarette away and came back inside. There was no point in dwelling on what might have been. The reality now was that he had to share his mate with his double. So he had better get used to it. It wasn't like he hadn't shared Xander with Angel, and with another version of himself before. The only difference was this time it was permanent.

Spike reached down between the sofa cushions and pulled out the book he knew his double had stashed there. With nothing else to do, he figured he might as well read for awhile. With any luck, his souled doppelganger would return before Xander woke and they would have some time to figure out how this was going to work.

Part Forty-Nine

Spike had drifted off on the couch with the book hanging limply in his hand. The ringing of the telephone startled him awake. He grabbed up the receiver before it could wake Xander and snarled into the phone.


There was silence on the other end of the line and then finally a quiet voice, one that Spike recognised as the slayer's sister spoke.


"Yeah, what do you want?"

"Did you... did you find Buffy?"

"Not that Spike."

"Oh. Oh! I forgot, sorry. Is Xander there? I, I need to talk to him."

"He's sleeping. Can this wait?"

"N-no, not really. We, we found Halfrek. She's been ... changed."

"Good. Why does this concern Xan?"

"She's a Bringer."

"Yeah, and?"

"And Giles wants to question her - find out what, if anything she knows about Caleb and The First. He thinks Xander might be able to do a spell as she can't talk - her tongue has been ripped out."

Spike blinked. Well, this was unexpected.

"Right. I'll wake him; we'll be there in a bit."

Spike hung up the phone and shook his head. Served the bitch right, after everything she had put his Xan-pet through, she deserved her fate. Hells, she deserved a hell of a lot worse. Being human and then made a mindless servant for evil was nothing compared to what he would have done to her.

Spike was not looking forward to having to wake Xander. He looked so peaceful lying there on the soft blue sheets. Nevertheless, he knew the young man would be angry if he didn't wake him. His friends needed him and Xander needed to help his friends. Spike sat on the edge of the bed and kissed Xander's slack mouth.

"Xander. Xan, love. Wake up."

Xander stirred and then opened one sleepy brown eye.


"Yeah, love. Slayer's sis just called. Seems they need you to do a little mojo for them. They have a Bringer in custody and want to question it."

"K, why me though?"

"Her tongue's been torn out; they need some kind of mind link or something."

Xander snorted.

"What do they think I am? A Vulcan? Geez."

Spike chuckled.

"Something like that. I'm guessin' you should take a gander in that book o' yours. Might have just the thing you need."

"Oh yeah, good idea."

Xander climbed out of bed and retrieved his book. He flipped idly through the pages until he came to a stop on the one page so far that actually had words on it.

"I'm never going to get used to this."

"What's that, love?"

"This ... words-appearing-before-my-eyes stuff. It's creepy."

"Yeah, well you won't get an argument from me. All mojo is creepy as far as I'm concerned."

"Even when it brings you back to me?"

"Never said I wasn't grateful for it, just that it's creepy. Is that the spell you need?"

"Yeah, but I'm gonna need someone to act as a voice for the Bringer. Talk about creepy."

Xander shuddered and closed the book. He handed it to Spike and picked up his clothes off the floor. He got dressed and then took the book back from his mate before tilting his head in question.

"No word from Spike yet?"

"No. Dawn thought I was him, asked if I'd found her sis."

"Hmm, well, if he hasn't shown up by the time we're done with the Bringer, we'll go look for them."



"The Bringer, it's... it's Halfrek."

Xander's eyes bugged out in shock and then he shook his head sadly.

"A fitting end, I suppose. Come on, let's get this over with."

It didn't take long to drive to the Summers' house. The streets of Sunnydale were deserted so there was no point in stopping for red lights or stop signs.

They walked into slayer central and took a good look around. The place seemed somewhat different, as if by Buffy's leaving, the whole feel of the place had changed. Xander shook himself out of his thoughts and headed to the basement. He nodded to the young girl - Vi, he thought her name was - who had told him where the others were waiting for him.

He wasn't quite prepared for the sight of Halfrek chained to the wall and sitting on Spike's old cot. He felt the calming presence of his mate's hand on his shoulder and closed his eyes for a brief moment. When he opened them again, he was under control.

"Alright, let's do this."

Spike watched the others as Xander performed the spell. He didn't know a whole lot about this group, but he knew what they meant to Xander. The witch, Willow, was paying special attention to the spell; her lover was paying attention to her. The watcher and the dark-haired slayer were keeping an eye on the bound Bringer, and Andrew was sitting a ways back in the corner, looking like he didn't want be there - which was probably true as Xander had designated him to be the voice for Halfrek.

"It's done."

Xander's quiet statement brought them all back into focus. Giles turned his attention to Halfrek.

"Speak to us."

"I am a drone in the mind that is evil." Andrew spoke.

"I say I'm part of the great darkness. I'm only a fragment of the we. We work as one to serve the First."

Giles interrupted with a question.

"Okay, what do you - the we - do for the First?"

"We work to prepare for the inevitable battle."

Kennedy grabbed a knife and put it to Halfrek's throat.

"How? Tell me exactly what the Bringers are doing."

Giles sighed.

"Kennedy, she can't see the knife."

"We can feel the knife."

Andrew answered.

"We attend to the needs of the infinite evil. We exterminate girls and destroy the legacy of the slayer. We build an arsenal beneath the dirt. We obey the commands of our teacher, Caleb."

Giles took the knife from Kennedy, and Spike spoke up for the first time.

"Hang on, go back to that dirt thing."

"We build weapons to prepare for the coming war... at the farthest edge of town. We are everywhere. We are like the ocean's waves. We watch your efforts and are not scared. We will laugh at you as you die."

Giles, having heard enough, took the knife and slit Hallies throat. Andrew jumped up from his chair holding his neck.

"What the bananas?! You are so lucky that you did not just... magically decapitate me."

Giles put the knife down and addressed the group.

"We have what we needed. Gather maps, we need to find a subterranean space large enough to house an armoury."

Everyone began to file out of the room and Andrew - who was still rubbing his neck muttered softly,

"I feel used and violated, and... I need a lozenge."

Xander shook his head a little sadly at what he had to put Andrew through and then smiled as Spike stepped up behind him and wrapped his arms around his waist.

"You alright then, love?"

Spike kissed Xander's neck.

"Yeah. I am now."

Part Fifty

They were alone in the basement. Just the two of them and the dead Bringer - Hallie. Xander didn't want to think about that right now, though; he refused to feel guilt over her death. He had, most likely, saved thousands of people from experiencing worse things than death by making her human. Besides, she knew what it was like in Sunnydale at night - she was a demon, for Christ's sake; she should have run like hell.

Spike's hands began to wander on Xander's body, effectively distracting him from thoughts about Bringers, The First Evil, and ex-vengeance demons. He turned in his lover's arms and kissed him.

Who knows how long the kiss would have continued if Anya hadn't picked that particular time to show up and interrupt them.

"Excuse me. If the two of you could stop sucking face for a moment, I'd like to talk to Xander."

Spike growled, vamped out and pulled Xander behind him. Anya rolled her eyes and took a step closer to the snarling vampire.

"Relax. I'm not here to cause trouble. I just want to talk to my ex-fiancée, and then I'll be leaving."

Xander squeezed Spike's shoulder, kissed his neck and stepped out from behind him. He looked at Anya and smiled somewhat sadly at her.

"For what it's worth, I'm sorry about what happened to Halfrek."

"Don't be. It was her own fault. After you guys all left, she went inside and looked for Caleb. She thought he would help her; he did this to her. Some help."

Xander blinked in shock. He hadn't expected that.

"She said she wanted to help him get the slayer and her group, especially you. She said she didn't want to be human, and would he be able to change her. He did. Just not the way she wanted. You know, that guy has serious issues where women are concerned? Too bad I can't find any of his victims; I'd love to wreak a little vengeance on his ass!"

"I'll bet. So, um, if you aren't angry with me, why are you here?"

"I came for Hallie. She was my best friend for a very long time and I can't just leave her like this. Also, I knew you would be blaming yourself and I didn't want that. So don't. Okay?"

Xander nodded and then frowned as Anya sighed.

"What's wrong, An?"

"I can hear them. Upstairs, all of them; Willow and Tara, Faith and the principal, Kennedy and one of the other girls, all of them, making love. I miss that. It was the nicest thing about being human. You made that nice for me."

"Wha... you can't have sex now that you're a demon again?"

"I exact revenge on men, Xander. Who in their right mind would sleep with me, knowing what I am? They'd all be too scared of what I might do to them if they were lousy."

"Oh. I never thought about that."

Spike didn't like the way she was looking at Xander, it was one thing to share with the other Spike, but he was not going to share with Xander's demon ex-fiancée.

"I think it's time to go home, pet. This is hardly the place for the things I want to do to you."

Xander swallowed as his pants suddenly got tighter. His eyes locked with Spike's and he licked his lips. Anya sighed again.

"See, this is why it was never gonna work with us, Xander. You never looked at me like that. Spike did once, but it was only the once and he was drunk. Of course, so was I, and we did have some great sex, but that wouldn't have worked out either."

Spike spluttered.

"You shagged me - er the other me?"

"Yes. It was caught on camera and everything. Very embarrassing for both of us."

Spike looked at Anya, then looked at Xander.

"Is there anyone who hasn't slept with me?"

Xander laughed. Anya smiled and shook her head. Spike just rolled his eyes and headed for the stairs.

"Forget I asked that! I don't think I want to know… Next thing I know you'll tell me I shagged the watcher's wrinkly arse. Or that idiot Andrew!"

Xander hugged Anya goodbye and headed after his mate. He stopped halfway up the stairs and watched as she gently lifted Halfrek's body from the cot and disappeared. He heard Spike pacing in the kitchen and hurried to catch up to him.

Now that he was upstairs, he could hear what Anya was talking about. Then again, he was pretty sure everyone could hear Faith. That girl never was the shy, quiet type. Spike's nostrils flared and his eyes flashed. He looked at Xander and leered.

"I don't know if I can wait 'til we're home, love. Might have to just take you right here and now, where anyone could come down and see. Think I could make you scream louder than the slayer up there? Make you shout my name, let them all hear it?"

Xander was slowly backing toward the door. As good as Spike's words sounded, there was no way he was having sex in Buffy's house, in the living room, where they would get caught. And possibly by Dawn.

"No way, not here. I'm all for public displays of affection, but we are not having sex in the same house as Dawn."

"Then you better get us home right quick, love."

Xander nodded and bolted for the car. He was in the car and had the engine running before Spike even opened his door. As soon as the passenger door closed, Xander squealed away from the house and sped all the way back to his apartment building. As soon as they were out of the car, Spike scooped Xander into his arms and ran all the way up to their door. The two men fell through the doorway kissing and laughing.

"You are an evil, evil vampire."

"Why thank you, love. But what for?"

"Making me consider having sex in Buffy's living room."

"Oh, well, how about our living room?"

"Yeah, that can be arranged, though the bedroom is just down the hall."

"Hmm, true. But I wouldn't want to get boring, you know?"

"Ah, but the lube is in the bedroom."

"Right then, bedroom it is."

Spike practically dragged Xander to the bedroom and began removing both their clothes. Once they were naked he gave his mate a gentle push onto the bed and then pounced on him.

"I want you inside me tonight, Xan; I need to feel you."

"Yeah, I want that too. Need to be in you, Spike. Been way too long."

Both men were too far gone to draw it out. Xander retrieved the lube as Spike rolled onto his back and hooked his arms under his knees, spreading himself open to Xander's hungry gaze.

"Fuck, Spike. I could cum just looking at you like that."

"You bloody well better not, love. Told you, I want you in me tonight."

Xander shook his head to clear some of the thick haze of lust away and then flipped open the bottle of lube. He poured some into his hand, slicked his fingers and then introduced them one at a time into his mate's waiting entrance.

By the time he had worked three fingers into Spike's hole, the vampire was moaning and thrashing on the bed, begging to be taken. Xander poured more lube into his hand, coated himself with a shaky hand and then lined himself up. With one slow, smooth stroke, he buried himself inside his mate and then froze.

"Xander, move!"

"Can't. Hang on, if I move it'll be over."

Spike chuckled and clenched down on Xander's shaft. Xander's eyes rolled back and he bit his lip.

"Spiiiike. Don't do that."

"Then fuck me already, Xander. I need you to move."

Xander nodded his head and took a deep breath. He slowly pulled out before pushing back in. Spike wrapped his legs around Xander's waist and pulled his face down for a kiss.

Xander sped up his movements and reached between their bodies to stroke Spike's erection. The vampire bucked up into the new sensation and then bared his throat to his human mate. Xander didn't hesitate; he sunk his blunt teeth into the pale flesh of Spike's neck and drew on the wound. Spike howled and came, his cool seed coating both their bellies. Xander withdrew his teeth, thrust one last time and flooded Spike's body with warm liquid.

Panting, Xander fell onto Spike's chest and licked over the still-seeping punctures. Spike held Xander tight and purred his contentment. They would have to get up in a few hours and go look for the missing Spike if he hadn't shown up by then, but for now, Spike was happy to fall asleep with his mate in his arms and still inside him.

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