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When Visions Come True
by Spikedluv

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Part Five

Xander had done little else but think about Willow’s question all week long. ‘So, watcha gonna do about it?’ It hung over his head like a black cloud. What was he going to do about it? He had two choices: do something, or do nothing. If he did something, though he had no idea what that something might be, he ran the risk of ruining the burgeoning friendship he and Spike had formed. He’d come to enjoy Spike’s company, and wasn’t sure he could bear it if he did something to make the vampire uncomfortable enough to not want to hang out with him anymore.

On the other hand, if he did nothing, he and Spike would probably remain friends, which was more than he’d ever expected, though less than he’d come to desire, but he’d never know if the love and happiness he’d felt in that vision were real. Could be real. It would defeat the whole purpose of having started this little...experiment...in the first place. But could he take the step that would prove, or ultimately disprove, the vision if it meant the possibility of losing everything?

When he arrived at Spike’s crypt that Friday night, his hands were sweating and he still hadn’t come to a decision. Half a dozen games of pool, in which Xander played worse than he’d ever played, and way too many beers later, Spike called it a night. Xander was both relieved and dismayed, because if this night ended without him saying something to Spike, it would eat at him and drive him mad. It was already all he could think about! Plus, Willow would never let it drop.

Xander argued with himself as they walked to the car. When they reached it, he tapped his fist on the trunk, took a deep breath, and then turned back to Spike. Who was it that said, ‘If you’re afraid to fail, you’ll never succeed’?

“Listen, Spike,” he began, “I....”

Spike looked at him through his lashes and the words died in his throat.

“Yeah?” the vampire finally prodded.

Xander swallowed hard. “Do you think we’re friends?” he asked, and then rushed on. “I mean, I think we’re friends. We do friend-type things.” He glanced at Spike, who looked a little gobsmacked. “I guess I never told you I thought we were friends. But I do. You know, with the pool, and the poker, and the....” Now he just looked irritated. “Well, you get the idea,” Xander said nervously.

“Anyway, I’ve been thinking.... Actually, I, um, I’ve been having these feelings....” Spike was starting to look bored. Well, it’s now or never, he told himself. “Oh, fuck it,” he muttered, and stepped into Spike’s personal space. Xander slid one hand behind the blond’s neck and kissed him before he could change his mind.

Spike’s lips were softer than he’d expected. They weren’t doing anything, just sort of sitting there like...lips, but he liked the feel of them against his. He pulled back just enough to look into Spike’s eyes, which were wide with surprise. At least he didn’t look like he was disgusted.

Spike opened his mouth to speak, but Xander hushed him. “No, don’t, just...don’t say anything, okay?” He leaned back in for another kiss. For a brief moment, he thought Spike kissed him back, but then the vampire pulled away.

“Xander,” he said softly, “this....” The vampire took a deep, unnecessary breath. “This isn’t a good idea.”

“Why not?” Xander asked.

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Spike had given him the ‘let’s just be friends’ speech. It basically sucked. With a casual, “See you on Sunday,” that had actually sounded kind of forced to his ears, Spike had left him standing there beside the car.

When he’d first started hanging out with Spike, supposedly trying to disprove that stupid second vision, he hadn’t thought about what he’d do if the vision was true. Or could be true, if only Spike would.... He’d never imagined that he’d want it to be true, or that he could feel this lost.

It was that stupid demon’s fault! If it wasn’t dead already, Xander would be more than happy to kill it again.

When the phone rang, he ignored it just as he’d been doing all day. He checked his watch. Only a couple hours to go before this lousy day was finally over, and then he’d be forced to make the decision of whether he should go to the poker game and act as if nothing had happened, of whether he and Spike could ‘just be friends’. Xander didn’t want to not be friends with him, but he wasn’t sure if he could pretend he didn’t also want more than that.

Willow’s voice came on the machine; no surprise there. She sounded frantic with worry; no surprise there, either. What was unusual was the message. This time she didn’t ask him if he was all right, and beg him to call her.

“Xander,” she hissed, “I know you’re there. Well, I don’t know it, know it, but I.... That’s not what I’m calling about. I’m at the Magic Box, and you have to get down here. I mean it, Xander, it’s important. Buffy’s...” She hesitated before continuing in an even softer voice. “...done something. You really need to get down here. Now, Xander, please, it’s important.” He heard voices in the background. “Oops, gotta go! Hurry!”

Xander sat up, and Smudgie jumped to the floor with an annoyed meow. Well, that was totally unfair! How dare she pique his curiosity like that and then not tell him what was going on? For the first time that day, he wasn’t thinking about Spike, and that felt good. She and Buffy probably just wanted to get him out of the apartment, but he didn’t think Willow would be that underhanded and devious.

Then he remembered that Buffy didn’t know why he was locked up in his apartment and not returning their phone calls, which made him really start to wonder what Buffy could have done to get Willow in such a tizzy. And how he was involved. Things were going pretty good between him and Buffy, except for the hanging out with Spike thing. Xander’s chest tightened painfully. Oh, god, what if Buffy had staked Spike?

He hadn’t showered that morning and he knew he probably looked like crap, but he didn’t let that slow him down. He’d changed out of his sweats and raced to the car, drove madly, and pulled up outside the Magic Box in record time. The car had barely stopped moving when he jumped out, slammed the door closed, and dashed across the sidewalk to the front door of the shop, barely noticing the unfamiliar car parked out front where usually only his and Giles’ cars sat this late at night.

He pushed the door open, ignoring the irritating jingle of the bell, and strode into the Magic Box. He froze as he took in the tableau before him. Willow, Buffy, and Angel stood around the research table.

“What’s he doing here?” Xander ground out between clenched teeth.

“Hello to you, too, Xander,” Angel said facetiously.

Willow raced up to him. “Xander,” she said breathlessly, “you’re here! What a surprise!” She grabbed his arm and clung to him, whispered, “B-Buffy called him to take care of Spike.”

“Take care of Spike?” he repeated incredulously. “Like, what, stake him?”

“No, just...take him,” Buffy said defensively.

“Take him?” Xander repeated her words again, confused.

“Back to LA,” Willow whispered.

“Why?” Xander asked, confused. Yeah, Buffy hadn’t liked the idea that he and Spike were doing things together, but this seemed a bit extreme, even for her.

“Because I saw you,” Buffy said, her own teeth clenched. “Last night.”

“You saw...?” Understanding hit, and Xander blushed violently in mortified dread. Wonderful, someone had witnessed his humiliation. Just what he needed to make this his best day ever. “So?” he managed to get out evenly. “How does that...?” He pointed to Angel.

“He can’t stay here! He’s got to go!” Buffy said, determined.

“Again, why? If you’re going to get rid of everyone who turns my romantic overtures down, you’ll have to start with, well, you,” Xander said, trying to joke about it.

“Oh, Xander,” Willow commiserated at Xander’s revelation, squeezing his arm in sympathy.

“He’s a menace,” Buffy snarled.

“He helps us fight,” Xander countered.

“He’s evil.”

“You trusted him with Dawn!”

“I want him gone!” Buffy yelled angrily, surprising Xander with her vitriol.

“He’s not some possession you can just throw away when it becomes inconvenient to have him around,” he said, trying to inject some calm into a discussion that was spiraling out of control.

“Well, isn’t that a breath of fresh air?” Spike said from behind him. “Not that I need to breathe.”

Xander stiffened. Oh, god. This was certainly not how he’d pictured their next meeting.

Spike moved farther into the room and stood beside Xander, looked over at him. “Hey,” he said.

Xander wanted to cry, instead he said, “Hey,” back.

Spike looked him over. “You’ve looked better.”

“Thanks.”

“Spike!”

“Buffy,” Spike drawled.

“Spike,” Angel said.

“Wanker.”

Angel rolled his eyes.

“Please, don’t stop on account of me, I’d love to hear what else you have to say,” Spike snarked, but Xander could hear the underlying hurt in his voice. Funny, he’d never have noticed that before. When no one said anything, Spike said, “Oh, come on! You were on such a roll before I interrupted.”

“I want you out of Sunnydale,” Buffy spat.

“Well, that’s too bad, innit? ‘Cause I ain’t leavin’,” Spike flippantly replied.

Buffy took a step towards Spike, and Xander, without conscious thought, moved in front of the vampire. “Just...stop it,” he said. While Buffy and Spike glared at each other, he glanced over at Angel, who looked as confused as he felt. “And you!” he said. “Why are you here, anyway?”

Angel glanced at Buffy before he answered. “I was under the impression that Spike was hurting you.”

“I said ‘going to hurt him’,” Buffy muttered.

Xander’s laugh was brittle. He’d been hurt, but not the way Angel thought. “And you came running because you, what, cared?” he scoffed. “I’m touched, really.”

“I was worried,” Angel said.

“About me? You’re kidding, right?” Angel’s gaze moved to Buffy. “Oh, right, worried about Buffy. What was I thinking?” he asked sarcastically. “Tell me, don’t you have anything better to do up there in LA than to jump every time Buffy snaps her fingers?”

Buffy huffed, but Xander ignored her. That might have been a bit of an exaggeration on his part, but he wasn’t in the mood to examine his own actions right now.

“Well, let me set the record straight,” he continued, “so you don’t have to worry anymore. Okay? Spike hasn’t h-hurt me,” he stumbled over the word. “He whomps my ass at pool, he steals my oreos when we play poker, and he tries to scare me to death on that damned bike, but he hasn’t hurt me.”

“I know what I saw, Xander, and you can’t trust him,” Buffy insisted.

“No, Buffy, you don’t know what you saw....”

“He was kissing you!” she blurted.

Xander wanted to crawl into a hole and just die. He knew his face had turned a deep shade of red, but he managed to form the words to say, “You’re wrong, Buffy.” He swallowed hard. “I kissed Spike. He told me, very politely, that he wasn’t interested in being more than friends. And you’re hardly in a position to fault him for that,” he added spitefully. “And, by the way, thanks so much for throwing my love life, or lack thereof, open to public scrutiny. I appreciate it. Really.”

Buffy looked remorseful. “I’m sorry, Xander, but you can’t trust him. He’s not good. He’s an evil demon. And he’s certainly not good enough for you!” she told him passionately.

“Was good enough when you needed to scratch an itch,” Spike muttered in a hurt voice.

The room froze. Then Xander slowly turned his head to look at the vampire who was standing so close behind him it seemed that he’d spoken right into Xander’s ear. Spike looked both like he wished he could take the words back and mulishly defiant at the same time. He refused to look at Xander, his eyes locked on Buffy. The room exploded with sound.

“You’re such a pig, Spike!”

“You slept with Spike?” Xander asked Buffy. His heart felt like it was being squeezed, and his stomach roiled.
“You slept with Spike?” Willow squeaked.

“You slept with Spike?” Angel growled.

Xander swayed. Spike reached out to steady him. “Xander?” he called softly.

Xander took a step forward, pulling away from Spike’s touch. “I’m leaving,” he said. He looked at Angel. “Go home. And leave Spike alone.”

“Xan.” Spike reached for him again as Xander turned towards the door.

“Don’t touch him!” Buffy erupted. She jumped towards Spike and drew her fist back.

“Buffy, no!” Willow cried.

Xander turned back. “Don’t...,” he began, and then Buffy’s fist punched him in the jaw and he fell back into Spike.

“Oh, no, Xander! Are you all right?” Willow cried.

“Ow,” Xander said, reaching up to make sure his jaw hadn’t been broken.

“You stupid bint!” Spike growled.

“Shut up, Spike! Oh, god, Xander, are you all right?”

Buffy looked horrified that she’d hit him. He knew she hadn’t meant to, had seen her eyes widen when he stepped into the path of her fist, and knew she’d tried to pull her punch, but even so, she packed quite a wallop. Xander pushed away from Spike and straightened. “I’m fine,” he assured her, testing his jaw. “Might be drinking milkshakes for a week, or so, but I don’t think anything’s broken.”

“I’m so sorry, Xander, I didn’t mean....”

“I know you didn’t,” he said, “but you can’t just react to everything with violence. All of this...” He spread his arms wide. “...could have been avoided if you’d bothered to talk to me first, before jumping to conclusions.”

Buffy opened her mouth to defend herself, but Xander forestalled her. “I’m tired, and sore, and humiliated quite enough for one night, thank you. I’m going home.” He glared at Angel. “Don’t forget what I said.”

“Xander?”

“Not now, Will,” he said sadly. “I just can’t.”

“O-okay,” she agreed.

He gave her as much of a smile as his aching jaw and heart allowed. Just before he reached the door, Angel said, “Buffy’s right, you know, Xander. You may not want to believe it, but Spike’s a demon. He’s evil, and he’ll turn on you. That’s just the way things are.”

“Sod off,” the vampire in question muttered angrily.

Xander paused, one hand on the door handle. He looked back at Angel over his shoulder. “You mean, he might go all psycho and try to kill all my friends?” he asked sarcastically.

Angel had the grace to look guilty, but he continued gamely. “That’s just my point, Xander. What do you think will happen when Spike gets rid of that chip? And he will.”

Xander looked at Spike, and then back to Angel. “I’d trust a chipless Spike more than I’d ever trust you, soul or no soul,” he said, and then pulled the door open and left.

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Spike had followed him to the car. Xander opened the door and then turned to him. “Don’t, please,” he said. “I just can’t.”

Spike clenched his jaw, and nodded. “You gonna be all right?”

Xander laughed, a bitter and slightly hysterical sound, even to his own ears. He needed to get out of there before he lost it completely. He slid behind the wheel and started the car. He thought he heard Spike call, “See ya tomorrow, yeah?” as he pulled away.

He’d arrived home just in time to make it to the bathroom so he didn’t have to clean up vomit. The rest of the night and early morning had been spent with an ice pack on his jaw while he felt sorry for himself.

Of course Spike would choose Buffy. Not only was she beautiful, she was a match for him in strength. He’d known that Spike had had a crush on Buffy, but that had seemed to run its course. Except it hadn’t, because they’d secretly been sleeping with each other. Well, that sucked. So much for stupid visions.

The tears finally came; hot, burning tears of pain, and loss, and humiliation that sent him into an exhausted, restless slumber. He’d woken up late the next morning, a warm bundle of fur tucked under his chin, and hadn’t bothered to move from the couch except to pee and get another ice pack, and to put down some food for Smudgie. He flipped through the stations, watching the clock more than the television as it crept inexorably towards poker time.

Four o’clock came and went, and still he stared at the clock until he finally roused himself to take a shower. Anything to take his mind off Spike. Plus he was starting to stink enough to offend even himself. He was back on the couch, mindlessly watching the television while Smudgie kneaded his thigh, when a knock at the door sounded. Xander ignored it. He didn’t want to see anyone, much less be ‘encouraged’ to talk.

“Xander, I know you’re in there!” Spike called as he pounded on the door.

Xander glanced out the balcony doors, surprised to see that the sun had set already. He knew he couldn’t hide from vampire senses, but he remained stubbornly silent anyway.

“Xander,” Spike coaxed. “Brought you a pressie.”

“Go away,” he muttered sulkily. Who needed stupid vampires bearing presents anyway?

“Don’t you even want to know what it is?”

“No.” Beat. “What?”

There was a smile in Spike’s voice when he said, “Let me in, and you can see.”

Xander fought a brief internal battle. Who was he kidding? He didn’t want to lose Spike’s friendship, even though the vampire had no interest in taking things farther. Besides, he had brought Xander a present. He pushed himself up off the couch and trudged over to the door. He undid the locks and pulled it open.

His breath caught when he saw Spike. The vampire was lounging against the doorframe, holding a milkshake. Xander couldn’t move. He blinked back tears. It would really help if Spike wasn’t being so nice to him. Big jerk!

“It’s chocolate,” Spike wheedled, tempting Xander with it.

Xander reached out and snatched it from Spike’s hand, and then walked back over to the couch. Spike followed him into the apartment and closed the door. Xander heard the sounds of Spike removing his duster and throwing it over the back of one of the chairs.

“You didn’t come over,” he commented without accusation as he plopped down on the couch beside Xander. He picked up the remote and began flipping channels. Smudgie started sniffing at the newcomer, and Spike reached down absently to pet her.

“No, I...couldn’t,” Xander said.

“Too bad. Flem missed you.”

Xander frowned at him. Spike grinned.

“Said you’re the only one who laughs at his jokes.”

Xander rolled his eyes, unsure whether Spike was just pulling his leg, and took a sip of the shake.

“What’s its name?” Spike asked.

“Hmm?” Xander looked over to see that Smudgie had climbed onto Spike’s lap and was happily exploring. Lucky cat. “Oh, um, Smudgie....” He mumbled her name under his breath.

“What?” Spike asked as he rubbed the kitten behind its ears.

“Smudgie the Wonder Cat,” Xander replied louder. He refused to look at Spike. The vampire snickered, and Xander couldn’t resist turning narrowed eyes on him.

“Smudgie the Wonder Cat?” Spike repeated incredulously.

“Yes.” Xander’s look dared him to make fun.

“Why?”

“Because she....” At that moment something caught Smudgie’s attention and she leapt off Spike’s lap, eliciting a yelp as her tiny claws dug in, and pounced, rolling and snarling. “She does that. All the time,” Xander said. “Kinda reminds me of Superman, or...Mighty Mouse, or something.”

“Ahh,” Spike said as he rubbed his leg. “How’s your jaw?” he asked, looking at the lovely bruise Xander sported.

He shrugged in reply. Spike reached out to touch it, and Xander pulled back.

“Xander, just let me....”

Xander held still while Spike gently probed his jaw. The gentle touch turned to a light prod, and Xander said, “Careful! If you hurt me, you’ll.... Ow!”

“Ow! Oh, bloody hell!” Spike pulled his fingers away from Xander and pressed the heel of his hand into his forehead.

“You all right?” Xander asked worriedly as he rubbed his jaw.

“Oh, hell, yeah,” Spike said, leaning his head back onto the couch.

Xander snorted, and leaned back, too. “Yeah, we’re quite a pair,” he sighed. He felt Spike’s eyes on him, but refused to turn and meet them.

“We should talk,” Spike offered.

“Can we not?” Xander replied.

“Xan....”

“And quit being so nice to me! It just makes things harder.” He crossed one arm over his chest defensively, and took another sip of the shake.

“You’re such a git,” Spike responded softly.

Xander closed his eyes. “I don’t think your heart was in that,” he said. “I know you can do better. Try again.”

“Xander....”

“No,” he said desperately. “I don’t want to do or say anything else that I can’t take back.” Christ, what a tangled web he’d woven. “Look,” he added, “oddly enough, your friendship is important to me, and I don’t want to do anything that would ruin it any more than I already have.”

“Didn’t ruin it,” Spike mumbled.

An uncomfortable silence filled the room.

Spike finally broke it. “Never said I wasn’t interested.”

Xander was confused. “What?”

“Last night, you told Buffy I said I wasn’t interested. Never said that.”

“You said it wasn’t a good idea, that we should just remain friends,” Xander insisted.

“Well, it is a bad idea!” Spike said. “You’re human, I’m a vampire. You’re all goody-goody, and I’m evil. Well, I am!” he growled at Xander’s look.

He held up a hand and gave Spike a ‘whatever’ roll of his eyes.

“And look what happened last night! Huh? Tried to make sure somethin’ like that didn’t happen, and look how well that turned out. It happened anyway! It doesn’t pay to be nice and think of others,” he muttered. “I should have just taken what I wanted and been done with it.”

Xander stared at Spike with wide eyes. “What are you talking about?” he asked.

“You, you bloody git!” Spike yelled. “You think I couldn’t smell you? Feel you hard against my back when we drove up the coast? You know how bloody difficult it was to not throw you down and take you every time you looked at me like you wanted to eat me up?”

The blood drained out of Xander’s face. “No! I didn’t know! And...oh, my god, you knew?” he squeaked. Suddenly he couldn’t breathe, and he thought he might be hyperventilating, though he’d never done that before.

“Xan? Xander.” Spike reached out for him. “Breathe.” He took the milkshake and set it down, and then pulled Xander into his arms. “Come on, luv, just breathe, that’s it.”

“I can’t believe you knew! Why didn’t you say anything?” He was mortified. Again. How many times could you be mortified in such a short period before you just sank into the ground?

Spike shrugged. “Didn’t know what you were up to, did I? One minute you hate me, the next you’re hanging around like we’re best friends, smelling all sweet and....”

“Y-you think I smell sweet?”

“You’re all right,” Spike allowed.

“Are we friends?” Xander asked. Spike sniffed. Xander poked him in the side. “Are we?”

“S’pose. Maybe....”

“Maybe? Maybe what?”

“Maybe...more.”

“More? So, you’re not not interested?”

Spike raised an eyebrow. “Already said that, didn’t I?”

Xander’s eyes got big. If he wasn’t being held in Spike’s arms he’d wonder if he’d died and gone to Heaven. He closed his eyes. “Am I dead?” he asked. This was the Hellmouth, after all.

“Does this still hurt?” Spike asked, and then lightly poked his bruise.

“Um, yeah.” Xander rubbed his jaw.

“Then you’re not dead,” Spike said.

“Dreaming?” Xander posited.

“You have dreams like this often?” Spike teased.

Xander blushed. If only Spike knew.

Spike laughed. “You do! Gonna tell me about it?” he asked.

“No!”

“Come on, Xanderrr, tell me about it.” He pouted. “Or better yet,” he said huskily as he tilted Xander’s head back, “show me.”

Xander only had time to open his eyes before Spike’s lips were touching his. They were just as soft as he remembered, only this time, they weren’t just sitting there. They were moving over his, and Xander couldn’t help responding. Spike pulled back, and Xander opened his mouth to say...something—stop, why are you stopping?—but he’d never know which, because Spike swooped back in and took his lips in an open-mouthed kiss that was slow and sensual and had Xander hard in seconds.

“Spike, what...?”

“Shh, Xan, just let me kiss you, all right? Been wantin’ to kiss you.”

“Okay,” he breathed. Xander wasn’t sure what was going on, he hadn’t even had time to process everything Spike had said, and now this. The physical sensation was amazing, but it was the knowledge that Spike was kissing him, that nearly overwhelmed him.

Spike once more covered Xander’s lips with his, and Xander moaned into the vampire’s mouth as his groin swelled and his pants tightened. One hand came up to rest on Spike’s shoulder. Spike’s tongue darted out and tasted his lips, then slipped into his mouth and flicked at his tongue. Xander groaned, and moved his hand up Spike’s neck and into his hair. Cupping the back of his head, Xander deepened the kiss. It was Spike’s turn to moan as Xander’s tongue slid over his.

Spike’s hand moved down to cup his ass, and when Xander bit the other man’s lip, Spike squeezed. “Oh, yeah,” Xander moaned. “Oh, yeah, Spike, that’s....”

The vampire shut him up with another kiss. Xander lost track of time; it felt as if they’d been kissing for hours, but he knew that couldn’t be right, because he was still achingly hard, and he was certain he’d have blown long before then. Spike pulled back and looked down into Xander’s eyes. “Can I touch you?” he asked softly.

Xander blinked and tried to focus. “A-aren’t you?” he asked, slightly confused.

Spike smiled. “Can I touch you here?” he asked, and then placed his hand over Xander’s groin, squeezing firmly, and pulling on his cock hard enough to make Xander’s eyes roll back in his head.

“Y-yes!” he gasped, lifting his hips into Spike’s hand. “Yes, oh, god, Spike....”

“Touch me, Xander,” Spike whispered, and Xander’s eyes went wide. “Please.”

Xander hooked his arm around Spike’s neck and leaned in for another kiss as his other hand slid slowly down Spike’s chest, eagerly and fully exploring territory he’d previously touched platonically, though he’d ogled it lasciviously on many occasions.

Spike moaned when Xander’s fingertips brushed over a nipple. Xander pulled back and spoke against Spike’s lips. “Love how you kiss.”

“Yeah?” Spike asked, sounding surprised.

“Oh, yeah,” Xander breathlessly responded, and then nibbled on Spike’s lips while he traced the ridges of his abs through his t-shirt. “Amazing.” His hand moved lower, and then he hesitated. “I don’t know if I’ll do this right,” he said nervously.

Spike’s fingers wormed their way between Xander’s thighs, and he lifted one leg to facilitate their movement. Spike rubbed his balls, gently squeezed. “Want it so much, don’t think you can do it wrong, Xan,” Spike assured him.

“Huh?” Xander couldn’t remember what they were talking about.

Spike quickly reminded him. “Xander, if you don’t bloody touch me....”

Xander touched him, tentatively laying his palm over the vampire’s swollen shaft. He pressed, and then shifted his hand.

“Oh, hell! Yes, that’s.... Harder!”

Xander’s eyes slid closed as he kissed Spike again. The taste and feel of his other kisses were burned deeply into his memory, and he wanted more. Spike’s hand moved around Xander’s hip. Spike cupped Xander’s ass and tugged at him as he slid down the back of the couch until he was reclining and Xander was laying half on top of him. Xander’s eyes shot open when his cock rubbed against Spike’s.

Spike was grinning up at him. “Like that?”

“Oh, yeah,” was all he could say. Xander tightened his arm around Spike’s neck and shifted his hips to align his hardness with Spike’s. He lifted his head...and came nearly eye-to-eye with Smudgie. He froze.

“What’s wrong?” Spike asked.

“I-I can’t do this,” Xander said.

“What are you bloody...?”

“She’s watching us!”

Spike frowned, and then slowly turned his head. He rolled his eyes at Xander. “Then put her on the bloody floor,” he suggested impatiently, squeezing Xander’s ass and giving an encouraging lift of his own hips.

“Guh,” Xander responded. He grasped Smudgie by the scruff of her neck and reached over the arm of the couch to drop her lightly to the floor. She mewed in protest, and then stalked across the floor, her tail held high.

“Okay,” Xander said against Spike’s neck. “She’s gone. I’m ready.”

Spike’s hands were still on Xander’s ass, and he kneaded his cheeks. “You sure, pet? Wouldn’t want ta....”

“Shut up, Spike,” Xander said softly. He bit down on Spike’s earlobe, and pressed his hips against Spike’s.

The apartment was quickly filled with grunts and rasping breaths as both men thrust against each other. Xander’s entire being was tingling with pleasure. Heat exploded in his belly and suffused his body, then concentrated in his groin, and drove him to push harder and faster into Spike.

Unsurprisingly, given his attraction to Spike and recent, close reacquaintance with his right hand, it wasn’t long before his balls tightened. “Oh, god, Spike.” It was too soon. He wanted more, but he couldn’t stop it. His hips bucked frantically, and then he stiffened and unloaded.

“Xander...hell, Xan!” Spike’s grip on his ass tightened, and the body beneath him shuddered. He could feel the sensation of Spike’s cock pulsing against his stomach, and then the other man slumped.

Xander, whose body had completely melted, relaxed onto Spike. “That was...nice. Very nice,” he added before Spike could protest. He rested his cheek on Spike’s shoulder, fingering the hair at the back of his neck with one hand and tracing a nipple with the other. He sighed. “You were right,” he said resignedly.

“‘Course I was,” Spike mumbled. “‘Bout what?”

“We should talk,” Xander replied. He really, really didn’t want to tell Spike about the vision, but he didn’t want to start their relationship, or whatever this was, and they needed to talk about that, too, with him withholding information. Maybe he wouldn’t have to give Spike all the gory details of the vision, though he wouldn’t mind putting them all into practice, but if he knew Spike, the vampire would want to know every minutiae.

“Talking’s overrated,” Spike said immediately. “Can’t we just do more of this?” He wiggled his hips.

“You’re the one who wanted to talk!” Xander said, lifting his head and looking down at Spike, who had the grace to look sheepish.

“Only so we could do this,” he admitted. “And we have, and will again, so it’s all good, yeah?” He looked hopeful.
“No!”

Spike’s face fell.

“We need to talk. There’s stuff I need to tell you, and I need to know what this means. And we have to tell Buffy and Willow. And Giles. And Anya. Heh. That’ll be fun.” Xander really hoped Anya wasn’t going to hold a grudge.

“Do we have to?” Spike whined. “You saw what happened....”

“Buffy could hardly react any worse,” Xander said.

“She could stake me!”

“She’s not going to stake you.”

“And who’s going to protect me, pet, you?”

Xander narrowed his eyes.

“She’s the Slayer,” Spike added, “not some bint off the street.”

“She’ll understand....”

“How can you say that after last night?”

“All right,” Xander conceded, “she might not understand, but she’ll accept.” Spike didn’t look convinced. “She’s my friend, and she wants me to be happy....” Spike snorted in disbelief. Xander grinned slyly. “You’ll just have to make sure I’m kept happy.”

Spike’s eyes darkened. “That right?”

Xander’s breath caught. “Oh, yeah.”

“You really think I kiss good?” Spike asked.

“Good doesn’t even come close,” Xander said. “Didn’t Buffy ever...?”

“We didn’t get that...personal,” Spike said. “More like, wham, bam, thank you, Spike. Without the thank you.”

“Oh,” Xander replied. “Sorry. Except...” He shrugged. “...I guess I’m not, really, since you’re here, now.” Spike blinked in surprise. “Will you kiss me again?” Xander asked.

Spike gave a half smile, and slid one hand up Xander’s back to press his head down. “Always,” he sighed against Xander’s lips, and then kissed him again.

The End

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