First, I want to say that this chapter's dedicated to the lovely [livejournal.com profile] kitty_poker1 - Happy Birthday babe!!!

Title: Learn to be Lonely Chapter 8/?
Author: [livejournal.com profile] chocgood84
Rating: NC-17 for brief violence and sexual content
Pairing: BtVS Spike/Xander
Author’s Note: Yes, I am aware that the timeline is a little screwed up and that Giles didn’t own the Magic Box until after Adam and after Dawn arrived. But in my reality, who’s Dawn? Adam what? Also, a huge spanking thanks to [livejournal.com profile] kitty_poker1 for being my official L2BL beta.
Disclaimer: These character’s aren’t mine, never were; I don’t get any profit for this hobby, so don’t sue – Thanks.
Warning: Brief violence, nudity, and hetero and homo sexual content and situations. And some h0t man-luvin.



In the beginning, there was pain. Pain so scalding and so searing that pinballed and rapidfired through all of his nerves that he was blind. He winced at the stabbing pricks all over his body, and then winced at the pain his wince caused.

I’m blind! he thought, trying not to give into the panic, lest the pain be greatened. I’ve drunk myself blind!.

And then he opened his eyes, and the previous pain was quickly redefined as the pre-pain, the precursor to the big ouch. He closed his eyes again, knitting them shut and blocking out the bright bright light of the basement.

Ohhhhh, who turned on the brights?

Xander lay there for a while, his stomach feeling like the North Sea in January – slippery, cold, and churning. It felt like someone had hooked up a miniscule jackhammer to his brain and had turned it on full power, sending vibrations of rocky waves through his entire body and causing his stomach to perform its own version of acrobatics. He felt certain that it deserved the Gold Medal for the tricks it was performing.

After a time, he felt he might possibly be able to edge his eyes open. Slowly. At first[,] it was just a squint, and even that hurt. A few minutes went by and he let his lids slip another fraction of a millimeter open. Bit by painful bit, he was eventually able to open them all the way. The only problem was, the rest of his body refused to move.

“Ughhnnnn,” he groaned, not surprised by how dry his voice sounded. To his hung-over ears, the sound was like gravel on glass. “What the fuck did I drink?”

“From what I saw, just about anything the barkeep, or anyone else, would put in front of you. I’m almost sure I saw an empty bottle of Jalapeño Tabasco Sauce next to you when I finally got your ass up and out of there.” Spike’s voice came from somewhere near the kitchen area, but Xander didn’t dare turn his head to see.

“Spike?” Xander mumbled.

“S’me, Harris,” Spike whispered. Thank God he’s nice enough to whisper. “Can you sit up yet?"

Xander’s bones protested and his muscles screamed in torment, but after three or twelve tries he was able to pull himself up into a sitting position against the couch-back of the headboard. From this height, the lights seemed to be doubly bright and he welded his eyes shut again.

“Too bright?” Spike asked. Xander only mouthed the word ‘yes’ in response, afraid to nod and his throat too dry to speak. A series of clicks throughout the room told him that Spike was turning out the three or four lamps that had been burning. “S’alright, now, open ‘em up.”

Xander did as he was asked, breathing a sigh of relief when he found the room in semi-darkness. The only light came from the microwave, which was humming softly, casting a green glow through the room and silhouetting Spike, who was standing beside the bed holding something.

“Here, mate.” Spike offered a mug to him in the darkness. “Drink this, it’ll make you feel better.”

Xander took it, smelling the bitter burnt scent of fresh coffee. There was another scent, less powerful, underlying it. “Wh-what is it?” he croaked.

“Secret recipe – the cure-all for any aches and pains left over from a night of boozing and screwing,” Spike announced like an infomercial. “Or, in your case, boozing and more boozing.”

Xander took a hesitant sip, waiting for the nausea to subside from the back of his throat. He tasted cinnamon, a little honey, and something richer, heavier. He didn’t know what it was, but it wasn’t bad and his stomach didn’t protest, so he drank the rest of it.

“What’s in it?” he asked when his voice returned to him.

“That’s the secret, isn’t it?” Spike quipped, taking the empty mug and going back into the kitchen. At the ‘ping’ of the microwave, he pulled out another mug – probably blood – and closed the door, shrouding the room in complete darkness, save for the icy glow of the stereo clock, which read 8:04 PM.

“I slept all day?” he asked.

“That you did, Xander. Can’t say as I blame you, though. You probably had enough to drink last night to put two fledges on their backs a full day,” Spike explained, coming back to the bed and placing another mug in Xander’s hand, this time just straight coffee. Through the milky glow from the clock, Xander could see Spike plop down in the chair and sip at his blood. Spike looked up at him, and for a brief moment his eyes seem to glow blue.

“So how big of an ass did I make of myself?” Xander sipped at the coffee, already feeling the pain starting to subside a little.

“No more than usual, whelp. But I’d wager that pub’ll think twice about having Tuesday night specials after last night.”

“Oh.” Xander sipped more at the brew and shivered at the warmth spreading through his body. He hadn’t realized he was cold until he felt that familiar tingling stretch itself into every nerve. “Uh…Thanks for getting me home in one piece, Spike.”

“S’okay, now you owe me a favor. And I always like it when someone owes me a favor.” He tossed back the rest of his blood and put the mug on the table beside the chair. “Anyhow, I really didn’t want to have to answer any questions should the Slayer come around.”

“Wise decision, my undead friend. She tends to not like it when her friends go missing,” he admitted. “So I’m guessing I told you everything?”

“And then some,” Spike answered. “Don’t worry, though, I won’t tell any members of your little band of merry evil-killers. Besides, for once we have something in common.”

“How do you figure?” Xander muttered.

“We were both left by the demons we loved. 'Course, Dru wasn’t nearly as crazy as the bird you went around with.”

“I’ll drink to that,” Xander toasted with his coffee, drinking the rest of it in silence.

“Oh, sure, she wasn’t the picture of sanity, but we had some good times, Dru and me.” Spike’s eyes took on a faraway look, crinkling at the corners as he thought of the one person he’d ever truly loved. Xander wondered if that’s what he was going to look like once the emptiness and pain in his chest wore off a bit.

“I’m sorry she left you, Spike,” Xander admitted. His voice sounded haunted, empty. It sounded the way he felt. Spike only nodded to Xander, a silent acknowledgement of appreciation.

“But,” Spike sighed after a few minutes of silent memories, “s’all in the past now, yeah? Dru and your demon chit are both long gone, and there’s nothing can change that. So I say: eat, drink, and be evil – or in your case disgustingly good – and to hell with ‘em. Not going to spend the rest of my unlife pining away at ‘the one that got away.’ The way I see it, they’re the ones that got the raw deal.”

“How do you figure?” Xander puzzled.

“Well,” explained Spike, “a coupl’a blokes like us can go out, get our kicks with anyone or anything we want, come home and sleep it off until we’re ready to go back to it again. No one to keep us, nothing to stop us.”

“You know,” Xander said, “I don’t often say this, and there’s usually a good reason for that, but you’ve got a point. For the first time, I’m free.”

“That’s what I’m talking about, mate!” Spike rallied, getting more and more into it as he went along. He started pacing the floor at the foot of Xander’s bed. “We can go out and get snockered every night, get our jollies out of anyone we fancy, and tell anyone who doesn’t like it to fuck the hell off!”

“Yeah!” Xander cheered from the bed as he followed Spike’s pacing like Miss Kitty Fantastico with a fresh skein of yarn.

“What do you say, whelp?” Spike cried with a gleam in his eye. “Why don’t you get up and get dressed and we’ll go out and kick some ass, drink ourselves stupid, and fuck until we’re raw!”

“I say: hell, yes!” Xander shouted, throwing back his blanket and hopping out of bed. His entire body froze at the sudden motion and the room began to spin. “Uh, Spike?”

“S’matter, Harris, forget how to fuck?”

“No,” Xander slurred, squinting his eyes shut against the revolving basement. “I think I’m going to hurl.”

From: [identity profile] authoressnebula.livejournal.com


Moved a little too fast, Xander. ^_^ But so the bonding begins. Loved the cries from the boys about freedom. *grins*

Really cute chapter sweetie. As always, I look forward to more.

~Nebula

From: [identity profile] chocgood84.livejournal.com


lol. was trying to make it as dramatic and funny as possible:)

Thanks, babe!

From: [identity profile] angstpuppy.livejournal.com


Ah yes. The morning after the night before, when we all solemnly promise "nevereverneverever" to do that again. Unitl the next time. So, the secret ingredient to Spike's hangover cure? Do I have to tickle???

From: [identity profile] chocgood84.livejournal.com


Hahaha. We'll find out...eventually;)

*evolness ensues*
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From: [identity profile] kitty-poker1.livejournal.com


Thanks, Brad! I've had the best day ever. It was just wonderful, thanks to my LJ friends.

I love the way this is going. Not too fast, not too slow - our boys are getting to know one another under somewhat interesting circumstances. *g*


From: [identity profile] amejisuto.livejournal.com


Poor Xander, so lost, so confused.

So hung over.

Hee! Great work! So glad Spike's trying to help! Can't wait to see the next bit.

From: [identity profile] fallen-ember.livejournal.com


LMAO I adore that last line! It's Xander in a nutshell. Perfect!

Actually, I adore this whole story. It's so interesting and well written. You don't see very much of that around LJ anymore. I can't wait to see more!

From: [identity profile] chocgood84.livejournal.com


LMAO I adore that last line! It's Xander in a nutshell.

I thought so, too:)

Thank so much! I'm glad you're liking it.

From: [identity profile] darkhavens.livejournal.com


hee! Poor Xander. The spirit is willing but the flesh is about to upchuck the hangover cure. But they're bonding! yay!

From: [identity profile] sunnyd-lite.livejournal.com

Learn to be Lonely 8


his stomach feeling like the North Sea in January – slippery, cold, and churning Lovely description!

Powerful portrayal of "the morning after" vivid descriptions. Add a helpful vamp and you've got one very intriged reader here!

From: [identity profile] chocgood84.livejournal.com

Re: Learn to be Lonely 8


Lovely description!

I have some personal experience with that feeling. lol.

Hee! Glad you're liking, babe:)

From: [identity profile] tistoo.livejournal.com

Learn to be Lonely 8


*giggles* Poor Xander... know that feeling FAR too well, myself. LOL

And GOOD Spike for looking after him. *grins*

More soon? *arches brow hopefully*

~Tis

From: [identity profile] penne4m.livejournal.com


Brilliant description of the morning after. Though I shudder to think what Spike's secret hangover cure is.

Lovely chapter, I like the way they are beginning to bond. I look forward to more.

From: [identity profile] chocgood84.livejournal.com


Though I shudder to think what Spike's secret hangover cure is.

If I knew...I'd be the richest man in the world.

Thanks! More soon *g*

From: [identity profile] samsara-sv.livejournal.com


hehe why do I get flashes of a blue panted JM storming up and down a la Mel Gibson in Braveheart?!! aww hell who cares - it's great :-)

and poor Xander - though it sounds like he skipped the 'I will never drink again' section to head straight into the 'hair of the dog' idea....

From: [identity profile] chocgood84.livejournal.com


Heh. That's the type of scene I was envisioning while writing it:)

Hah. Having just turned 21 myself, I can understand the skipping the 'i will never drink again' scenario:)

From: [identity profile] samsara-sv.livejournal.com


lol - to be honest I don't get the whole 21 as age to drink - most of uk drink before our age of 18 (ok so that's not necessarily a good thing) but growing up my parents didn't make a big thing about us drinking so somehow I ended up LESS likely to get sloshed than my 'have strict parents' friends...

From: [identity profile] chocgood84.livejournal.com


My parent's weren't "strict" per se - my mom used to drink all the time, so she worried. But the whole reason we make it a big deal is because of the law. It's stupid and rediculous.
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From: [identity profile] lunabee34.livejournal.com


Poor Xander. *pet pet*

“Yeah!” Xander cheered from the bed as he followed Spike’s pacing like Miss Kitty Fantastico with a fresh skein of yarn.

Loved that line.

From: [identity profile] katbcoll.livejournal.com


That is the best description I have ever read of waking up with a hangover.

Xander lay there for a while, his stomach feeling like the North Sea in January – slippery, cold, and churning.
Ohhhh, perfect! *snickers*

Loved Spike's pep talk and yeah, Xander moved just a bit too fast. *laughs*

Good stuff!
Kat

From: [identity profile] chocgood84.livejournal.com


Let's just say that I know the feeling all too well. *ahem*

Thanks, luv!

From: [identity profile] doingsoso.livejournal.com


“What do you say, whelp?” Spike cried with a gleam in his eye. “Why don’t you get up and get dressed and we’ll go out and kick some ass, drink ourselves stupid, and fuck until we’re raw!”

“I say: hell, yes!” Xander shouted, throwing back his blanket and hopping out of bed. His entire body froze at the sudden motion and the room began to spin. “Uh, Spike?”

Spike said fuck until they're raw, but not who, LMAO.

It's really sweet how Spike's trying to make Xander feel better;)
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