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Title: Learn to be Lonely Chapter 15/ ?
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
chocgood84
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: BtVS Spike/Xander
Disclaimer: Characters in this fic, aside from original characters, are property of ME and Joss Whedon. I’m just playing; I get no reward. Don’t sue, I’m poor.
Warning: Just the standard: Slashfic, with some brief episodes of het sex. Some graphic scenes of violence, sexual situations, and other assorted adult situations.
Author’s Note: This is my latest WIP, and it’s coinciding with my last year of college. I may or may not get to update very frequently – but I have no plans of discontinuing or abandoning it, so if you’re patient – there will be more. Also, this is somewhat AU in the sense that Dawn doesn’t exist, and Adam was never created so the initiative is still around for the time being. Also, a big thank you to the official L2bL beta,kittypoker1.
Previous parts can be found at my website, or in my Livejournal Memories.
Sorry for the long absense, but this was incredibly hard to write for some reason.
Xander shivered and Spike’s hold on him tightened as they turned the corner near the motel. Though Spike couldn’t possibly make him warm, the weight of his arm across the small of his back and the strumming of his fingers against his ribs made him feel warm. Xander smiled at that.
“Whatcha smiling about?” Spike asked, flashing a grin of his own.
“Oh, nothing important.” Xander blushed. “Just…how nice this feels.”
“What feels nice? This buggering cold?” Spike laughed.
“No, not the cold.” Xander rolled his eyes. “Although, okay, that too. I mean this.” He swayed his hip, gesturing to the hand resting over it.
“Oh,” Spike smiled, peering out under long lashes. “Does feel nice, doesn’t it?”
Xander nodded, his smile never wavering as they walked the rest of the way to the motel in silence. As he stabbed the key into the lock, Spike took the opportunity to wrap his arms around him from the back. He pulled Xander back against him, splaying his fingers across his chest and nuzzling his neck.
“Mmmm,” Xander sighed as Spike trailed kisses across the back of his neck, around to his jaw and chin, and finally his lips. “God, Spike.”
“Are we going in or what?” Spike asked, his eyes set in a mockery of innocence.
Xander opened the door, flicking the light on as they entered. He turned to face Spike as he heard the door close behind them. Before he knew what was happening, Spike had him pushed up against the door, their lips pressed together, his tongue exploring Xander’s mouth again. Xander’s hands traveled across Spike’s back, kneading and rolling over the tight muscles there. They slipped down to his waist, clinging there as if to a life raft.
Spike cupped Xander’s chin with his hands as they kissed, holding him, wanting him. Slowly they wandered from chin to neck, shoulders, chest, waist, stopping finally at his waist, pulling him close. Spike spun them and backed Xander up to the bed. Gently, he lay him down, coming to rest on top of him, Xander’s legs on either side of his own.
“Spike,” Xander choked hoarsely. “Spike, wait.”
“What is it, pet?” Spike asked, planting kisses along his jaw again, running his tongue up Xander’s ear, making him squirm beneath him.
“This – mmm – this is too soon,” Xander sighed between gasps. “I’m not, not, not ready for all this yet.”
“Mmmhmm,” Spike singsonged into the crevice between Xander’s neck and shoulder.
“Spike, please.” Xander’s voice became more stern, pleading, making Spike stop and absorb what he had heard. “I’m…I’m sorry.” Xander gaze darted from Spike’s eyes to the busy wallpaper, the ratty curtains, the water-stained ceiling.
“Don’t have to be sorry, Xander.” Spike smiled down at him and placed a chaste kiss on his cheek. “I don’t want you to do anything you’re not ready for, or don’t want to do.”
“I want to!” Xander cried out, and then blushed at the desperation that had tinged his words. “I really do. I just…not yet.”
“Then we’ll wait,” Spike said, bending down and kissing Xander again. “But we can still do this, yeah?”
“Oh, this?” Xander craned his head up to kiss him again. “This is definitely on the ‘not too soon’ list. It’s also on the ‘don’t stop doing that’ list. And it’s –”
He was quickly interrupted by cool soft lips against his own and fingers running through his hair.
***
Somewhere a bird chirped. Xander wanted to shoot it. Then he realized it was his cell phone, chirping out electronic chords of Stairway to Heaven. Thankful for the black-out drapes, he opened his eyes and peered across the room to where his trousers were draped over a chair. Sure enough, one of the pockets was blinking green with an incoming call. A moment later, though, the piercing notes cut out, sending the room back into silence.
Somehow, Xander just couldn’t bring himself to get up and check to see who had called. There was a cool arm clamped tightly across his bare chest, and a cold cheek against his own. He smiled, thinking of the previous night when he and Spike had kissed and touched and talked until dawn, finally falling asleep as the sunlight had started outlining the drapes over the window.
“Mmm,” he hummed, snuggling against the weight behind him. It seemed like generations had passed since he’d woken up with someone next to him.
“Not gonna see who it is?” Spike’s gravelly voice against his neck made him shiver.
“Doesn’t matter who it is,” he answered, rolling over to face Spike, kissing him gently. “Right now the only person I want to talk to is in my bed.”
“Good answer,” Spike said, leaning closer for another, longer, kiss. They were interrupted by the phone ringing again. “Although you better answer it before Red does some mojo and finds us snogging under the sheets, here.”
“How do you know it’s her?” Xander asked, reluctantly rolling away and off the bed, onto his feet. He padded across the cold carpet in only his Snoopy boxers.
“Who else would call repeatedly until you picked up?” Spike pulled the covers over his head.
“Aha!” Xander cried, checking the caller ID. “It’s Buffy’s number.”
Xander scurried back to bed and hopped under the covers as he clicked the Talk button. “Hello.”
“Good afternoon, sleepyhead,” Willow chimed.
“Oh, hey, Willow.” Spike snorted from under the blankets. “What’s up?”
“Nothing much. I was just calling to make sure you were coming tonight.”
“Um…what’s tonight?” Xander asked.
“Hello? Halloween?” Willow screeched. “That thing that comes once a year where people get candy and dress up and go ‘Boo!’”
It’s Halloween already!? he wondered.
“Oh right, the party. Sorry, slipped my mind.”
“Yeah. You’re coming, right?” she said, more of a statement than a question.
“I don’t know, Wills. I think I might take this year off. I’m kind of tired of getting almost dead on the night when all the monsters are supposed to go into hiding.”
“But you have to come,” she whined. “It’s my and Buffy’s first party at the dorm. We’re making chocolate cupcakes and everything.”
“Okay, I’ll tell ya what. I’ll find out what we – I mean, what I am supposed to do, later, and if I can I’ll stop by.”
“All right.” He could hear her pouting over the phone. “Well, I better go – Buffy’s alone in the kitchen and Joyce isn’t here to supervise, so I better make sure she doesn’t blow anything up.”
“Alright, Willow,” Xander laughed. “I’ll talk to you later.”
“Bye.”
Xander clicked the “End” button on the phone and all but threw it onto the nightstand.
“Did you know that today is Halloween?” Xander asked the lump under the covers.
“’Course I did,” Spike yawned his reply.
“How did that happen?” he wondered, sinking back down into the bed and into strong arms.
“Time flies while you’re having fun,” Spike smirked, pulling the covers off his face and climbing on top of Xander.
“Oh look, the clocks are starting to spin,” Xander grinned, pulling Spike’s head down to his.
***
It was early evening before they could finally pry themselves away from each other and out of bed. And even that was more difficult that anything Xander had faced lately.
While Spike went to take a shower, Xander pulled on a pair of jeans and went through the bag of their clothes that Tuna had kindly given them last night. Presently, the snow globe rested on the bedside table near the clock. At the very bottom of the bag, he found a business card. The only thing on the front of it was a multi-colored serpent wrapped around the image of a sun. On the back of it was Tuna’s name, and a phone number. Picking up the phone, he punched in the number - Weird area code. Tuna answered on the first ring.
“So, how was it?” he asked.
“Wha – how did you know it was me?” Xander stuttered.
“I just did, that’s how. So, how was it?” Tuna insisted, and Xander could practically see the demon bouncing in his chair on the other end of the line.
“We didn’t do…that. We just made out and touched, and talked, and made out some more. A lot more…Until dawn, more.” Xander didn’t even feel the need to blush anymore.
“Ooooo! I want the details, and I want them now. Every word, every breath, every bit of it,” Tuna squealed.
Xander told him everything that had happened from the time they left the club until the second he had called him. Tuna interjected a few times to “Oooo” or “Whew!” or “Wow” as Xander recounted the tale.
“Wow, kiddo, that’s…wow,” Tuna sighed through the phone.
“I know!” Xander exclaimed. “It’s crazy. I never would have thought that this would happen. But all of a sudden…bam, you know?”
“Oh, trust me, I know.”
The sound of the shower cut out, and the click of the glass door opening echoed through the room.
“Oh hey, he’s getting out of the shower, so I need to get going. We’ll see you tonight, though?”
“No can do, baby doll,” Tuna replied. “Club’s closed tonight, because of Halloween.”
“Well, that sucks,” Xander scowled. “Oh well, we’ll come in tomorrow night, then.”
“Okay, talk to you later, Xander. Oh, tell Spike I said hi.”
“Bye!” Xander hung up the phone just as Spike came out of the bathroom, a threadbare towel draped around his waist. “Ooo, my turn.”
“Who was that?” Spike said, nodding towards the phone.
“Tuna,” Xander said, stopping to kiss Spike on his way to the bathroom, leaving the door open. “He says hi.”
“Ta,” Spike called after him. “So, what’s happening tonight, then?”
“I told Willow I would try and stop by their party,” Xander explained, stripping off the jeans and boxers. “But wouldn’t you know it, I just couldn’t get to it. There was an emergency meeting at work – something about contracts and permits not going through – and I couldn’t get out of it,” Xander called with mock-innocence as he closed the shower door behind him.
“You’re evil, pet,” Spike laughed. “I think I’m a bad influence on you.”
“You wouldn’t want it any other way, would you?” Xander smirked as he turned the water on, and drifted off into the siren call of steam and heat. This time, however, he didn’t feel the need to relieve tension.
Author:
chocgood84Rating: NC-17
Pairing: BtVS Spike/Xander
Disclaimer: Characters in this fic, aside from original characters, are property of ME and Joss Whedon. I’m just playing; I get no reward. Don’t sue, I’m poor.
Warning: Just the standard: Slashfic, with some brief episodes of het sex. Some graphic scenes of violence, sexual situations, and other assorted adult situations.
Author’s Note: This is my latest WIP, and it’s coinciding with my last year of college. I may or may not get to update very frequently – but I have no plans of discontinuing or abandoning it, so if you’re patient – there will be more. Also, this is somewhat AU in the sense that Dawn doesn’t exist, and Adam was never created so the initiative is still around for the time being. Also, a big thank you to the official L2bL beta,
kittypoker1.Previous parts can be found at my website, or in my Livejournal Memories.
Sorry for the long absense, but this was incredibly hard to write for some reason.
Xander shivered and Spike’s hold on him tightened as they turned the corner near the motel. Though Spike couldn’t possibly make him warm, the weight of his arm across the small of his back and the strumming of his fingers against his ribs made him feel warm. Xander smiled at that.
“Whatcha smiling about?” Spike asked, flashing a grin of his own.
“Oh, nothing important.” Xander blushed. “Just…how nice this feels.”
“What feels nice? This buggering cold?” Spike laughed.
“No, not the cold.” Xander rolled his eyes. “Although, okay, that too. I mean this.” He swayed his hip, gesturing to the hand resting over it.
“Oh,” Spike smiled, peering out under long lashes. “Does feel nice, doesn’t it?”
Xander nodded, his smile never wavering as they walked the rest of the way to the motel in silence. As he stabbed the key into the lock, Spike took the opportunity to wrap his arms around him from the back. He pulled Xander back against him, splaying his fingers across his chest and nuzzling his neck.
“Mmmm,” Xander sighed as Spike trailed kisses across the back of his neck, around to his jaw and chin, and finally his lips. “God, Spike.”
“Are we going in or what?” Spike asked, his eyes set in a mockery of innocence.
Xander opened the door, flicking the light on as they entered. He turned to face Spike as he heard the door close behind them. Before he knew what was happening, Spike had him pushed up against the door, their lips pressed together, his tongue exploring Xander’s mouth again. Xander’s hands traveled across Spike’s back, kneading and rolling over the tight muscles there. They slipped down to his waist, clinging there as if to a life raft.
Spike cupped Xander’s chin with his hands as they kissed, holding him, wanting him. Slowly they wandered from chin to neck, shoulders, chest, waist, stopping finally at his waist, pulling him close. Spike spun them and backed Xander up to the bed. Gently, he lay him down, coming to rest on top of him, Xander’s legs on either side of his own.
“Spike,” Xander choked hoarsely. “Spike, wait.”
“What is it, pet?” Spike asked, planting kisses along his jaw again, running his tongue up Xander’s ear, making him squirm beneath him.
“This – mmm – this is too soon,” Xander sighed between gasps. “I’m not, not, not ready for all this yet.”
“Mmmhmm,” Spike singsonged into the crevice between Xander’s neck and shoulder.
“Spike, please.” Xander’s voice became more stern, pleading, making Spike stop and absorb what he had heard. “I’m…I’m sorry.” Xander gaze darted from Spike’s eyes to the busy wallpaper, the ratty curtains, the water-stained ceiling.
“Don’t have to be sorry, Xander.” Spike smiled down at him and placed a chaste kiss on his cheek. “I don’t want you to do anything you’re not ready for, or don’t want to do.”
“I want to!” Xander cried out, and then blushed at the desperation that had tinged his words. “I really do. I just…not yet.”
“Then we’ll wait,” Spike said, bending down and kissing Xander again. “But we can still do this, yeah?”
“Oh, this?” Xander craned his head up to kiss him again. “This is definitely on the ‘not too soon’ list. It’s also on the ‘don’t stop doing that’ list. And it’s –”
He was quickly interrupted by cool soft lips against his own and fingers running through his hair.
***
Somewhere a bird chirped. Xander wanted to shoot it. Then he realized it was his cell phone, chirping out electronic chords of Stairway to Heaven. Thankful for the black-out drapes, he opened his eyes and peered across the room to where his trousers were draped over a chair. Sure enough, one of the pockets was blinking green with an incoming call. A moment later, though, the piercing notes cut out, sending the room back into silence.
Somehow, Xander just couldn’t bring himself to get up and check to see who had called. There was a cool arm clamped tightly across his bare chest, and a cold cheek against his own. He smiled, thinking of the previous night when he and Spike had kissed and touched and talked until dawn, finally falling asleep as the sunlight had started outlining the drapes over the window.
“Mmm,” he hummed, snuggling against the weight behind him. It seemed like generations had passed since he’d woken up with someone next to him.
“Not gonna see who it is?” Spike’s gravelly voice against his neck made him shiver.
“Doesn’t matter who it is,” he answered, rolling over to face Spike, kissing him gently. “Right now the only person I want to talk to is in my bed.”
“Good answer,” Spike said, leaning closer for another, longer, kiss. They were interrupted by the phone ringing again. “Although you better answer it before Red does some mojo and finds us snogging under the sheets, here.”
“How do you know it’s her?” Xander asked, reluctantly rolling away and off the bed, onto his feet. He padded across the cold carpet in only his Snoopy boxers.
“Who else would call repeatedly until you picked up?” Spike pulled the covers over his head.
“Aha!” Xander cried, checking the caller ID. “It’s Buffy’s number.”
Xander scurried back to bed and hopped under the covers as he clicked the Talk button. “Hello.”
“Good afternoon, sleepyhead,” Willow chimed.
“Oh, hey, Willow.” Spike snorted from under the blankets. “What’s up?”
“Nothing much. I was just calling to make sure you were coming tonight.”
“Um…what’s tonight?” Xander asked.
“Hello? Halloween?” Willow screeched. “That thing that comes once a year where people get candy and dress up and go ‘Boo!’”
It’s Halloween already!? he wondered.
“Oh right, the party. Sorry, slipped my mind.”
“Yeah. You’re coming, right?” she said, more of a statement than a question.
“I don’t know, Wills. I think I might take this year off. I’m kind of tired of getting almost dead on the night when all the monsters are supposed to go into hiding.”
“But you have to come,” she whined. “It’s my and Buffy’s first party at the dorm. We’re making chocolate cupcakes and everything.”
“Okay, I’ll tell ya what. I’ll find out what we – I mean, what I am supposed to do, later, and if I can I’ll stop by.”
“All right.” He could hear her pouting over the phone. “Well, I better go – Buffy’s alone in the kitchen and Joyce isn’t here to supervise, so I better make sure she doesn’t blow anything up.”
“Alright, Willow,” Xander laughed. “I’ll talk to you later.”
“Bye.”
Xander clicked the “End” button on the phone and all but threw it onto the nightstand.
“Did you know that today is Halloween?” Xander asked the lump under the covers.
“’Course I did,” Spike yawned his reply.
“How did that happen?” he wondered, sinking back down into the bed and into strong arms.
“Time flies while you’re having fun,” Spike smirked, pulling the covers off his face and climbing on top of Xander.
“Oh look, the clocks are starting to spin,” Xander grinned, pulling Spike’s head down to his.
***
It was early evening before they could finally pry themselves away from each other and out of bed. And even that was more difficult that anything Xander had faced lately.
While Spike went to take a shower, Xander pulled on a pair of jeans and went through the bag of their clothes that Tuna had kindly given them last night. Presently, the snow globe rested on the bedside table near the clock. At the very bottom of the bag, he found a business card. The only thing on the front of it was a multi-colored serpent wrapped around the image of a sun. On the back of it was Tuna’s name, and a phone number. Picking up the phone, he punched in the number - Weird area code. Tuna answered on the first ring.
“So, how was it?” he asked.
“Wha – how did you know it was me?” Xander stuttered.
“I just did, that’s how. So, how was it?” Tuna insisted, and Xander could practically see the demon bouncing in his chair on the other end of the line.
“We didn’t do…that. We just made out and touched, and talked, and made out some more. A lot more…Until dawn, more.” Xander didn’t even feel the need to blush anymore.
“Ooooo! I want the details, and I want them now. Every word, every breath, every bit of it,” Tuna squealed.
Xander told him everything that had happened from the time they left the club until the second he had called him. Tuna interjected a few times to “Oooo” or “Whew!” or “Wow” as Xander recounted the tale.
“Wow, kiddo, that’s…wow,” Tuna sighed through the phone.
“I know!” Xander exclaimed. “It’s crazy. I never would have thought that this would happen. But all of a sudden…bam, you know?”
“Oh, trust me, I know.”
The sound of the shower cut out, and the click of the glass door opening echoed through the room.
“Oh hey, he’s getting out of the shower, so I need to get going. We’ll see you tonight, though?”
“No can do, baby doll,” Tuna replied. “Club’s closed tonight, because of Halloween.”
“Well, that sucks,” Xander scowled. “Oh well, we’ll come in tomorrow night, then.”
“Okay, talk to you later, Xander. Oh, tell Spike I said hi.”
“Bye!” Xander hung up the phone just as Spike came out of the bathroom, a threadbare towel draped around his waist. “Ooo, my turn.”
“Who was that?” Spike said, nodding towards the phone.
“Tuna,” Xander said, stopping to kiss Spike on his way to the bathroom, leaving the door open. “He says hi.”
“Ta,” Spike called after him. “So, what’s happening tonight, then?”
“I told Willow I would try and stop by their party,” Xander explained, stripping off the jeans and boxers. “But wouldn’t you know it, I just couldn’t get to it. There was an emergency meeting at work – something about contracts and permits not going through – and I couldn’t get out of it,” Xander called with mock-innocence as he closed the shower door behind him.
“You’re evil, pet,” Spike laughed. “I think I’m a bad influence on you.”
“You wouldn’t want it any other way, would you?” Xander smirked as he turned the water on, and drifted off into the siren call of steam and heat. This time, however, he didn’t feel the need to relieve tension.
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