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A little short, but a good intermission.
Title: Learn to be Lonely Chapter 12/?
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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 tokitty_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.
Previous parts at my website or in my memories.
Xander gingerly toed his boots off, trying not to make the whimpering sounds of a kicked puppy. Truth be told, it wasn’t just his feet that hurt, it was all of him. He skinned out of his shirt and winced at the strained muscles in his chest and arms. Scraping his legs out of his jeans, he thought about what a long couple of weeks it had been.
Apparently, every business in Sunnydale had decided to take advantage of the low property values and build, build, build. In the past two days alone, Xander had been on five different sites, overseeing crews. Each job had something go wrong – cracked foundations in one, broken water main in another, and other small and large disasters. Alexander Lavelle Harris had recently become a hot commodity among the contracting firms in the area. For once in his life, he was one of the popular kids. He wasn’t all that sure he liked it.
But today was the first day in two weeks that he could come home early, and not have to worry about support beams and scaffolding companies and elevators that were behind schedule and overtime and the thousands of other nagging little necessities that had become his life. And even better than coming home early was the fact that he didn’t have to go to work for another week. The higher ups had taken notice of his hard work the past two weeks and decided that he was due for a paid vacation. Didn’t want their star foreman to go postal.
Xander leaned into the bathtub and turned the water to hot. Looking longingly at the tub, he wished he could actually slip into a hot bath and not move from it for the next week. Sadly, though, the glaze had started cracking and making it impossible to sit comfortably in it. Not to mention the fact that it was way too tiny for him.
So another scalding hot shower was on the afternoon’s itinerary, directly followed by sleep, tv, sleep, food, sleep, and maybe heading out with Spike later that night.
First things first, though, he thought, as he stepped into the tub and pulled the curtain closed and switched the water from faucet to shower. Like Pavlov’s dogs, the moment the hot water sprayed his body, the tension and aches in his body melted away. Glancing down, he noticed that wasn’t the only thing that had been conditioned over the past month. He was hard again. These shower sessions had been getting pretty recurrent lately; usually at least once a day he cranked the shower to hot and pulled his wagon. Wasn’t quite as good as the “real” thing, but he’d decided that it was better than nothing. Giving in to the urge, he leaned against the back wall of the shower and slowly ran his hands down his chest…
***
Xander draped a towel around his waist and opened the bathroom door, only to be startled by his cell phone being shoved in his face. The display screen was blinking: 12 missed calls. He took the phone from an angry looking, sleep-addled Spike.
“Sorry,” Xander whispered. “Go back to sleep.”
“This time, I give the phone to you. Next time, I kill it,” Spike grumbled, shuffling into the kitchen and yanking the refrigerator door open.
“I can’t afford to keep replacing them if you keep killing them,” Xander said as he flopped onto the bed and scrolled through the missed call log.
“S’not my problem, is it?” Spike said, pulling a packet of blood out and tossing into the microwave. He stabbed a couple of buttons and was rewarded with the sputtering grumble of the ancient machine. “So who was it that thought they were important enough to wake me up?”
“Let’s see…” Xander thumbed through the list. “Work, work, work…and I’m so forgetting that I saw those. Buffy, Willow, Willow, Willow…the rest are Willow.” Xander glanced over to see Spike roll his eyes and mentally laughed. “Guess I should probably call her.”
“Or forget her,” Spike mumbled, taking the pack out of the microwave and pouring it into a mug.
“Be nice.” Xander didn’t even have to look towards Spike to know that Spike was giving him his patented ‘are you bloody stupid?’ look. “You know what I mean.”
“What are you doing home so early today, anyway?” Spike asked, squinting at the clock on the microwave before crawling back into his chair and taking a sip from the mug.
“I’m getting time off for good behavior. One week vacation starts…now.” Xander explained, pressing the ‘Talk’ key on the keypad. Willow picked up on the first ring.
“Xander! Where have you been!?” Willow squealed into the phone. Even Spike winced, shielding his ears as best he could.
“I just got off-”
“I’ve been trying to call you all day, and you don’t pick up your phone.”
“I know, Will, I just-”
“You haven’t called in a week; we haven’t seen you for two! What’s going on with you, Xander?”
“Willow, I’ve been a little-”
“I mean, jeez, you tell us Anya left you, but you’re fine, but we know you’re not, and then you don’t even let us know you’re still alive? For all we knew, you got eaten by a demon or something.”
“Thanks a lot, but–”
Xander could hear a voice in the background, and figured it to be Tara. “I am not yelling at him, am I, Xander? I was just worried about…Okay, okay. Xander, hang on a second.”
“Bloody hell,” Spike growled. “What’s with Red?”
Xander rolled his eyes and shrugged. “I kind of forgot to call her the past week.”
“Xander?” Willow asked, coming back on the line.
“Still here, Will.”
“Oh, okay. Sorry – I didn’t mean to yell, but I was worried about you.” Xander waited a few seconds to be sure she was done.
“Yeah, I know. I should have called, but the last couple of weeks have been super busy at work. It’s been all work, all the time. The little free time I’ve had, I’ve just kind of been bumming around here at home.” It was almost true. Things had been really busy at work, and he hadn’t had much free time. But the one or two nights he’d had free, he had gone out with Spike.
“Oh, well, so long as everything’s okay?” Willow asked, and he could hear the pout through the phone.
“Everything’s great. Really, it is.”
“Okay, good. Hey, what are you doing later? I thought maybe the four of us could go grab a burger and catch a movie or something.”
“Hmm…sorry, Wills. I’ve got a meeting early tomorrow morning,” he lied. “I’m just going to get some stuff around here done and go to bed early. But I think I’ve got a couple days off in a few days, so we’ll do something then, okay?”
“Oh. Okay, yeah, sure. Oops, I’m late for class. I should probably go. Call me tomorrow, okay?”
“You got it. Later,” Xander said, pressing the ‘End’ button and tossing the phone onto the bed.
“That wasn’t nice, lying to the nice girl,” Spike sing-songed.
“Well, what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her,” Xander replied, hopping off the bed and pulling some clothes out of the dresser. “Besides, I’m in the mood to go out tonight and I don’t think they’d like seeing the R-rated Xander.”
“Meanwhile, I get to hear the X-rated one,” Spike mumbled.
“You know you like it,” Xander joked, going behind the curtain to change.
“Me, personally, I like causing those kind of sounds, not listening to them,” Spike explained, drinking the rest of his blood and curling up under his blanket.
“You ain’t the only one, buddy,” Xander laughed, coming out from behind the curtain in some old faded jeans and a blood-colored t-shirt. “Now go back to sleep – you’re going to need your rest. Tonight we're going to party like it’s 1999
“Oh, joy of joys,” Spike muttered sarcastically. “We’ll get drunk, you’ll throw up on my shoes, and some tyrannical religious types will start preaching about the end of the world.”
Title: Learn to be Lonely Chapter 12/?
Author:
chocgood84Rating: 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
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.
Previous parts at my website or in my memories.
Xander gingerly toed his boots off, trying not to make the whimpering sounds of a kicked puppy. Truth be told, it wasn’t just his feet that hurt, it was all of him. He skinned out of his shirt and winced at the strained muscles in his chest and arms. Scraping his legs out of his jeans, he thought about what a long couple of weeks it had been.
Apparently, every business in Sunnydale had decided to take advantage of the low property values and build, build, build. In the past two days alone, Xander had been on five different sites, overseeing crews. Each job had something go wrong – cracked foundations in one, broken water main in another, and other small and large disasters. Alexander Lavelle Harris had recently become a hot commodity among the contracting firms in the area. For once in his life, he was one of the popular kids. He wasn’t all that sure he liked it.
But today was the first day in two weeks that he could come home early, and not have to worry about support beams and scaffolding companies and elevators that were behind schedule and overtime and the thousands of other nagging little necessities that had become his life. And even better than coming home early was the fact that he didn’t have to go to work for another week. The higher ups had taken notice of his hard work the past two weeks and decided that he was due for a paid vacation. Didn’t want their star foreman to go postal.
Xander leaned into the bathtub and turned the water to hot. Looking longingly at the tub, he wished he could actually slip into a hot bath and not move from it for the next week. Sadly, though, the glaze had started cracking and making it impossible to sit comfortably in it. Not to mention the fact that it was way too tiny for him.
So another scalding hot shower was on the afternoon’s itinerary, directly followed by sleep, tv, sleep, food, sleep, and maybe heading out with Spike later that night.
First things first, though, he thought, as he stepped into the tub and pulled the curtain closed and switched the water from faucet to shower. Like Pavlov’s dogs, the moment the hot water sprayed his body, the tension and aches in his body melted away. Glancing down, he noticed that wasn’t the only thing that had been conditioned over the past month. He was hard again. These shower sessions had been getting pretty recurrent lately; usually at least once a day he cranked the shower to hot and pulled his wagon. Wasn’t quite as good as the “real” thing, but he’d decided that it was better than nothing. Giving in to the urge, he leaned against the back wall of the shower and slowly ran his hands down his chest…
***
Xander draped a towel around his waist and opened the bathroom door, only to be startled by his cell phone being shoved in his face. The display screen was blinking: 12 missed calls. He took the phone from an angry looking, sleep-addled Spike.
“Sorry,” Xander whispered. “Go back to sleep.”
“This time, I give the phone to you. Next time, I kill it,” Spike grumbled, shuffling into the kitchen and yanking the refrigerator door open.
“I can’t afford to keep replacing them if you keep killing them,” Xander said as he flopped onto the bed and scrolled through the missed call log.
“S’not my problem, is it?” Spike said, pulling a packet of blood out and tossing into the microwave. He stabbed a couple of buttons and was rewarded with the sputtering grumble of the ancient machine. “So who was it that thought they were important enough to wake me up?”
“Let’s see…” Xander thumbed through the list. “Work, work, work…and I’m so forgetting that I saw those. Buffy, Willow, Willow, Willow…the rest are Willow.” Xander glanced over to see Spike roll his eyes and mentally laughed. “Guess I should probably call her.”
“Or forget her,” Spike mumbled, taking the pack out of the microwave and pouring it into a mug.
“Be nice.” Xander didn’t even have to look towards Spike to know that Spike was giving him his patented ‘are you bloody stupid?’ look. “You know what I mean.”
“What are you doing home so early today, anyway?” Spike asked, squinting at the clock on the microwave before crawling back into his chair and taking a sip from the mug.
“I’m getting time off for good behavior. One week vacation starts…now.” Xander explained, pressing the ‘Talk’ key on the keypad. Willow picked up on the first ring.
“Xander! Where have you been!?” Willow squealed into the phone. Even Spike winced, shielding his ears as best he could.
“I just got off-”
“I’ve been trying to call you all day, and you don’t pick up your phone.”
“I know, Will, I just-”
“You haven’t called in a week; we haven’t seen you for two! What’s going on with you, Xander?”
“Willow, I’ve been a little-”
“I mean, jeez, you tell us Anya left you, but you’re fine, but we know you’re not, and then you don’t even let us know you’re still alive? For all we knew, you got eaten by a demon or something.”
“Thanks a lot, but–”
Xander could hear a voice in the background, and figured it to be Tara. “I am not yelling at him, am I, Xander? I was just worried about…Okay, okay. Xander, hang on a second.”
“Bloody hell,” Spike growled. “What’s with Red?”
Xander rolled his eyes and shrugged. “I kind of forgot to call her the past week.”
“Xander?” Willow asked, coming back on the line.
“Still here, Will.”
“Oh, okay. Sorry – I didn’t mean to yell, but I was worried about you.” Xander waited a few seconds to be sure she was done.
“Yeah, I know. I should have called, but the last couple of weeks have been super busy at work. It’s been all work, all the time. The little free time I’ve had, I’ve just kind of been bumming around here at home.” It was almost true. Things had been really busy at work, and he hadn’t had much free time. But the one or two nights he’d had free, he had gone out with Spike.
“Oh, well, so long as everything’s okay?” Willow asked, and he could hear the pout through the phone.
“Everything’s great. Really, it is.”
“Okay, good. Hey, what are you doing later? I thought maybe the four of us could go grab a burger and catch a movie or something.”
“Hmm…sorry, Wills. I’ve got a meeting early tomorrow morning,” he lied. “I’m just going to get some stuff around here done and go to bed early. But I think I’ve got a couple days off in a few days, so we’ll do something then, okay?”
“Oh. Okay, yeah, sure. Oops, I’m late for class. I should probably go. Call me tomorrow, okay?”
“You got it. Later,” Xander said, pressing the ‘End’ button and tossing the phone onto the bed.
“That wasn’t nice, lying to the nice girl,” Spike sing-songed.
“Well, what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her,” Xander replied, hopping off the bed and pulling some clothes out of the dresser. “Besides, I’m in the mood to go out tonight and I don’t think they’d like seeing the R-rated Xander.”
“Meanwhile, I get to hear the X-rated one,” Spike mumbled.
“You know you like it,” Xander joked, going behind the curtain to change.
“Me, personally, I like causing those kind of sounds, not listening to them,” Spike explained, drinking the rest of his blood and curling up under his blanket.
“You ain’t the only one, buddy,” Xander laughed, coming out from behind the curtain in some old faded jeans and a blood-colored t-shirt. “Now go back to sleep – you’re going to need your rest. Tonight we're going to party like it’s 1999
“Oh, joy of joys,” Spike muttered sarcastically. “We’ll get drunk, you’ll throw up on my shoes, and some tyrannical religious types will start preaching about the end of the world.”
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Xander skinning out of his shirt, and scraping his legs out of his jeans. Guh! what an image, *pants*
Bed head Spike with the phone shoved in Xander's post wankage face, with not one, not two, but 12 missed calls. You just know he woke up with every single one of them, the poor bugger.
Also, "Oh, joy of joys," Spike muttered sarcastically. "We'll get drunk, you'll throw up on my shoes, and some tyrannical religious types will start preaching about the end of the world."
Yes, exactly the way to party like it's 1999. Love this whole thing.
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Glad you liked this chapter:)
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*clears throat* Right, sorry. But this chapter? Very good in all sorts of things: friendship with Spike, lying to Willow, Tara for calming Willow down...yeah, it's all good. But that last part?
“Oh, joy of joys,” Spike muttered sarcastically. “We’ll get drunk, you’ll throw up on my shoes, and some tyrannical religious types will start preaching about the end of the world.”
*snickersnort* Perfecto.
~Nebula
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Thank you, baby!
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And yes, the layout is new - thank you muchly:)
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*falls over laughing*
Oooo lying to Willow. *nods sagely* Smart move, my boy.
Ooo I wanna see R-rated Xander! *laughs* Hell, I wanna see Spike turn him into X-rated Xander!
Fun!!
Kat
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I thought so!
Hee. X-rated Xander. I think I need an icon:)
Thank you sweety.
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And gosh, I never thought I'd see Xander lie to Willow. ;) Spike did very well ro resist the urge to kill the phone twelve times!
Now I have to go find something to get the Prince earworm you gave me out of my head. Gah!
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And I'm sorry, your duelling earworms sound truly traumatic. o.O
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Thank you, sugar:)
Hee! Glad you liked it:)
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I love the idea of Xander working so much and getting all muscley!
Great update, Brad. :)
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Thanks, bebe!
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Anyway...the lying to Willow...yessssssssssssss.
and I've been met at the bathroom door with a cellphone like that. Not by Spike *damnit* but by hubby, which is just as good in my opinion. Cept when he does throw it...
Waits semi-patiently for more.
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Thank you sweety! The sadness was family-stress-related.
I just posted more!
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R-rated Xander. *giggles* Yep. Think it would throw Willow for a loop if her bestest bud went past PG-13. LOL
Spike with the cell phone...? Priceless. *grins* Amazed he didn't just chuck it through a window. On the shady side, of course!
More soon, please... I suppose I can be patient if I must. *nods*
~Tis
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More just posted!!!
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I also love that is is taking a slow pace, which suits the fic. So often lately everyone is in a hurry to have them shag. Not that I mind the shagging I just want it in due time and all...so to stop blatering on this is wonderful and I can't wait for more.
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LMSo..that's just about the truth too...
Love Xander giving Willow some of her own medicine.. Sorry busy, see ya!
great chapter