Channel Alaska 5 – 9
27 September 2000
around 1 pm
"Yep, thats great, thanks for bringing it. See you later." Xander thanked the delivery man who had so kindly brought the fridge inside and had then promptly started to stack the firewood alongside the cabin. The young man had gone out to help, leaving Spike inside what was now called the main bedroom. Asked for a tarp, he had gone inside to get the plastic from the mattresses to place over the stack of wood to stop it from getting wet. Told by Stuart that if his cousin helped, it would be easier, the brunette had babbled something about Spike being a little ill at the moment. It was something he had wished he hadn´t said, Stuart had gone on and on about the types of illnesses that first winter people experienced.
Nodding and wishing the man would just lug wood faster and shut up, he "Ooohhed and Aahhed" in agreement with the bald round man. Shorter than the vampire, Stuart reminded Xander of a fat ferret but with worse teeth. Once done, he walked the man back to the car with the promise to give the ailing blonde daily doses of cod liver oil. Trying not to stare at the rotten teeth, he had agreed that only the real oil and not the capsules would do the trick and that he would see Steph in the local chemist to get some.
Stuart gone, he walked back up the gravelled drive, past the two empty cabins and back to his own. His was the third one in the row and the only one so far occupied. It was weird not to have people close to him, the nearest neighbours were almost a quarter of a mile away, he could sometimes see the smoke coming from their chimney at the clear night time.
"He´s gone. I´ll close the door and you can come out" said the young man. Front door closed just as a bedroom door opened, the blonde came out and sat carefully on the blue throw rug covering the brown couch. Arse stinging from the dry fuck he had been given after the hissy fit of discovering no lube, he tried not to jolt his sore insides. The boy had slammed into him with one great shove, annoyed at the thought of delaying something that was rightfully his just because there was no lubricant to make it easier. He had been fucked not just dry but hard as well, being virtually impaled upon Xanders thick cock when the boy had decided to slam the vampire down onto his cock so that he had sat in the lap groaning in pain as the whelp clutched him tightly around the waist, his back rubbing against the heaving hot chest of the younger man.
The boy being true to his emerging nature had gone harder the more the smaller man had yelped. Having only been done not even an hour and a half ago, his insides were still protesting from the treatment. Little smile in the direction of the male coming towards him with a microwaved mug of caribou blood, he waited for the apology he was sure was going to come out of the whelps mouth.
~ Don´t know why he fucking apologies, not that he´s never going to do it that way again. As soon as the boy comes to terms with himself being a dom in the making, my unlife gets harder and the apologies are going to stop. ~
Blood being sipped slowly through the descended fangs, Spike leant into the caressing hand gently stroking his un gelled hair.
"I´m sorry Spike, I didn´t mean to hurt you. You know sometimes I just get a bit angry." A move closer so that Xander was sitting next to the blonde, rubbing thighs, he smiled when the vampire nodded at his apology.
~Buy me human blood and next time I´ll sodding well impale myself on your cock, you prick ~
The bleached blonde knew full well that the male sitting next to him wasn´t even remotely sorry and it was just a well rehearsed apology that he was now receiving. Something that the brunette was still in the habit of giving whether he really meant it or not. A sniff at the person beside him confirmed his worry that he was about to get another ride even if he didn´t want one. Last of the salty blood that tasted better than pigs and according to the whelp, was a lot cheaper, he put the mug down on the chipped coffee table. Turning so that he was facing the aroused youth sitting beside him, he wondered just how this one was going to go as they still had no lube in the place.
"There is olive oil in the cupboard, will that do?" asked the husky voiced male as he watched the smaller man walk to the kitchen. What he said next rocked the vampires world.
"Have you ever been fisted?" came the innocently worded question.
The cup that he had been holding, fell from his fingers and smashed onto the wooden floor. Spike, nostrils flaring and starting to shake just from the question, took one look at the almost black eyed boy getting up from the couch and ran to the bathroom, locking himself in before the taller male could reach him.
~ What the fuck does he mean? Stupid me, I know exactly what he means. I go out and I either get a large fist up my arse or a severe belting from running from him. ~
On the floorboards, hugging his knees to his chest with tears running down his face, the blonde knew that if he was lucky, he would only get a slapping and the fisting would be left to another day. He could hear Xander knocking gently on the other side of the door, telling him that he had only been joking and to come out, he wasn´t going to hurt him.
~ Yeah right! Sure thing you won´t hurt me. Lull me into a false sense of security, get me to let you in and then WHAM, a belting for denying you what you want. ~
"Spike, let me in please. I´m not going to ask nicely again, if I have to ask again, I will give you a right fucking slapping" came the calm voice tinged with rising anger.
Head shaken from side to side, the blonde knew that it was a guarantee already to get the slapping. Whether it would be that night or from some flimsy excuse the next day. He had only been fisted a few times before and that had been when he was being punished by his Sire, Angelus for daring to backchat his Grandsire, Darla. The bitch had sat on a chair, laughing and encouraging his Sire to go harder. Her tinkling musical laughter had been drowned out by his own guttural screams of agony as his large handed Sire had ploughed into his torn arsehole slick with the blood pouring out of it.
Another louder banging on the door chased away the pain filled memories of experiencing something that made you damn sure not to do what it was you had done to deserve such treatment again. Hand shaking as the tears were wiped away, Spike got up fearfully and unlocked the door, springing back as he looked into the furious face of the younger man.
"Well, I told you that I would give you a slapping if I had to ask again didn´t I?" came the very overly calm voice. " Don´t worry, I´ve changed my mind"
Almost dropping to the floor as his knees started to buckle underneath him, the vampire whined as he saw what the brunette produced from what he had been holding behind his back.
The bottle of olive oil and a heavy black leather belt.
Putting them down on the floor in front of the shivering male, Xander told the blonde that he had ten minutes to choose which one he was going to get. Either a fisting or a whipping for locking himself in the bathroom. The fisting was promised to be quick, the whipping however was going to be numerous and if he chose that one, each extra minute was going to add 7 lashes to the unspecified starting count.
~ Oh my god! What the fuck do I do? The belting, yeah good idea. I´ll take the belting ~
Snivelling, he bent down and picked up the heavy belt. Deep breath, trying to calm himself down before he went into the bedroom, he wondered where the hell the whelp had gotten the idea of fisting from. Something that he had never thought would enter the young man´s mind. On wobbly legs he made the short distance to the main bedroom where the brunette was waiting for him.
"Good, I was hoping you would choose that one, don´t want to fist you just yet. I only asked, you know?" exclaimed the boy as he ordered the vampire to strip of his boxers and to lie on the mattress on his front. Cock twitching at the sight of the the pale globes presented to him, he gently stroked the soft skin, eliciting gasps and tiny tremors. Belt double looped over one fist so that the buckle was enclosed in the large grasp, he ran it slowly up and down the shaking vampires back.
CRACK!
pause,
CRACK, SNAP!!
another pause as Xander noticed the tears start to well in the staring blue eyes. Smiling down at the vulnerable male, he ran a finger along the high cheekbone.
"I forgot to tell you the starting number is 30 and you took 3 minutes to get here so that makes 51 all to gether but with those three it leaves only 48, Ok?"
Tears gushing at the pleasantly voiced words, the vampire was upset more at the humiliation than the actual pain that was going to begin. As he nodded to the question, he braced himself for what was to come. The boy was strong, and he probably wasn´t going to disappoint with the strength of the blows.
SNAP, CRACK, SNAP
The sobbing started a little harder.
CRACK, CRACK, SMACK, CRACK
The sound of solid leather coming to meet soft flesh filled the cabin.
SMACK, SNAP, CRACK, CRACK
Pale hands twisted the yellow sheets as he mentally counted down the blows that continued to rain down on his back, buttocks and upper thighs.
~Jesus this whelp is strong, no where near as strong as a vamp, but this is fucking hurting. ~
With a yelp as the corner of the belt finally cut into the bright red skin, Xander could feel himself becoming more and more aroused as he continued to lay into the smaller man. Seeing the blood starting to flow as he dealt the last ten blows to the squirming, yelping male, he dropped the wet belt on the floor next to the bed. Cock grasped in one sweaty hand, he ordered the still whining vampire to stay where he was and walked into the bathroom to grab the oil from its place on the floor.
~ Oohhh, thank god its finished, this is so humiliating. A Master Vampire being disciplined by a sodding human and one who is getting off on it as well ~
Moaning as he heard the whelp leave for a minute, his senses were assaulted a new with the heavy tang of arousal mixed with his own blood when the brunette came back to kneel between his spread legs. A large finger coated in oil brushed his clenched hole, forced into the small opening. Teeth gritted, the vampire hurriedly tried to relax as the second finger was introduced to his tightness.
"Get onto you knees. Now." ordered the panting younger man. Two fingers working into the coolness of the vampire, he waited impatiently as the sore male rose shakily to his hands and knees. Third finger shoved into him as he regained his balance set him off crying again with a squeal. A few minutes of rough sawing and not enough oil to lubricate, and the invading digits were replaced with a larger hotter tip. Hand pressed along the welts upon his back in a steadying manner and he felt a hard shove. With half the whelps cock inside him, Spike continued to grit his teeth, thinking that in the future he would hopefully be used to such treatment and that it wouldn´t continue to upset him so much.
Another hard shove and his whole cock was buried in the tight coolness up to his pubes. Waiting for the smaller man to get his balance corrected, he slowly started to drive in and out of the sobbing male. Speed picked up, he slammed into the groaning vampire knowing that it was going to be over very soon. The room filled with soft groaning and louder harsh panting, a few minutes later it hosted a reverberating yell as a tall brunette came hard into a tired sore blonde.
Cock pulled out with a wet pop, Xander grabbed the still sobbing male and dragged him by the upper arm into the bathroom and turned the shower on. Getting in, he helped Spike get under the warm water. The sobs broken by hissing as the water stung the broken welts, the brunette gently kissed the blonde and hugged him close to his own hot body as the shaking and sobbing slowed down to dry heaving.
"You won´t lock the door again will you?"
Blonde wet hair rubbed against his shoulder in a no gesture, the two males stood under the water until it started to cool.
One wondered why he was getting off on the whole hurting another person thing and worried that the fact that it did make him feel hot and horny, why it didn´t feel wrong like it was supposed to. The other one wondered when his lucky day of having a fist fuck was going to come and if there was going to still be a lock on the bathroom door come tomorrow morning.
27 September 2000
around 4 pm
Spikes point of view
My back is bloody hurting. I think that my arse and thighs have gone completely numb, I cant feel them. Laying in this fucking bed with the whelp banging around the kitchen. He won´t let me get up. Don´t want you to hurt yourself, he says. Of course not, that would take away his fun.
I´m thinking why don´t I just sodding well leave when this long winter comes up. I can´t though. Bloody well addicted to the cuddling and soft whispers of comfort the boy gives me after a belting. Sure, this was the worst so far and how´s this for a joke? Turns out that he was only fucking joking about the whole fisting thing. Only belted me to teach me not to run from him he said. Gonna leave the lock on the door because he trusts me not to do it again.
Read about it didn´t he, smart little thing isn´t he, he can read! In one of Old Stuffy´s books first and then in a hardcore porn magazine a few nights ago he says that he grabbed by accident at the newsagents. The boy had apparently gone to buy his first gay rag. I would have laughed at him if it hadn´t been the fact that I had already received a real whipping. Looked through a few in my time, even when I was still in Sunydale living with the whelp. Made sure to throw them out before he got a whiff of them. Didn´t want him to go mental, think I was implying something and then belt me around.
Only the boy could stuff up buying a fag rag. After he had settled me back into bed, he had shown me the magazine. Have to say, it was full of ideas for the still green lad. Most of them not very nice things for a human, for vampires, they were pretty much ordinary everyday things. Even the fisting, some vamps I know really get off on it. Angelus sort of put me off that little kink well before I even knew that people did it for fun.
I wrote him why he had gone out for a fag rag. The whelp was so quiet at first, I thought that even though I couldn´t smell any anger on him that I was going to get another belting. He told me that he thought he might be gay. Pretty much blown away by that I was. Knew he was in denial over being at least a bi–sexual but then again the lad doesn´t hold back when he gets his mind into something. I mean really, Alaska? Wrote him that I at least thought that he was a bi due to the fact that I could smell his arousal whenever a girl showed interest in him.
The tension that left the body as I looked on was massive. Gave me the idea that half the beatings were in frustration over the fact that he knew he was attracted to guys but with parents like his, he had hidden it so deep that it was only the claiming that had allowed it to start emerging. Now totally away from that effing wanker gang, it had finally entered into a full bloom. He had been worried that he was a total gay, but after I wrote him about smelling him around girls, he was looking at the idea with lot more acceptance. Maybe less beltings for me but I think the emerging dom factor is still a worry. Don´t blame him for keeping it hidden, who could he have talked it over with? Giles´, the Wanking Hair or even myself pre mute? I don´t think so.
I don´t know why but the fact that he had the guts to tell me that made me feel all gooey despite the fucking belting he had just given me. With that, I wrote him about what Angelus had done to me. The anger that poured out of him while he read what I had wrote was unbelievably strong. Apologised for even threatening me with a fisting and swore to me that he would never do it or threaten me with it again. Almost vomited on him in relief over that, the boy meant the apology this time. Every fibre in his body was screaming regret at me. Nodded, smiled and kissed his yummy lips.
Every time he hugs me, rubs my earlobe between his thumb and forefinger or just holds me against him after a yelling at or a beating, I just melt into his touch. Don´t have to forgive him, he´s my claimant. Reminds me so much of Angelus with the temper and the punishments, not as sadistic of course. When it came to dealing out the punishments, that Poncy Fuck was in a league of his own. It´s the little smiles and soft kisses that get me every time, it´s what separates him from my Sire. It´s his own style and his only,and I think that I am coming to love it.
I like the boys sarcasm, I like that he buys me things just because he can, the bad jokes and vile dress sense. He gets me upset, makes me cry and bleed, makes me squeal in agony but I don´t care about that the instant he puts his arms around me. I think that I am coming to love him.
27 September 2000
around 4 pm
Xanders point of view
I know what made me buy that stupid magazine. Ended up getting the wrong one anyway, nothing like the Harris luck to fuck up at the appropriate time. Ever since I started fucking Spike, I haven´t really been able to deny the attraction that I have for him. Now in Alaska, away from all my old friends and the expected role that I always had to play for them and my parents, I´m thinking more and more about other guys. I only meant to pick up a really tame gay thing out of curiosity mostly. Almost died when I got it back to the car and found out that I had gotten the wrong one. Couldn´t take it back because I had already torn off the plastic cover, and I wouldn´t due to the embarrassment factor anyway.
Sat in my car horribly fascinated by the whole thing. I didn´t even know you could do half the things they had pictures of. It was the fisting that had really caught my attention, I just can´t believe people get off on that type of thing. It seemed so off and violent that I had the odd thought that maybe it was something that vampires were into. You know, the more pain the better deal. Hadn´t meant to scare Spike with the question. I was just curious to know if he had done that sort of thing before, didn´t even cross my mind that he had been the taker in a few sessions.
I´m not even going to deny myself the truth that I like it when Spike whines and yelps as I fuck him. Should probably take it slower with him but it´s so much hotter when he makes those breathy grunts. Didn´t know that I had really hurt him when I fucked him before Stuart came with the fridge. Anya always liked it hard in that position, sometimes she would make me fuck her hard so that she cried. The first few times I wasn´t so sure about it but the idea grew on me as she used to do the same little sounds like Blondie does but hers were always a lot louder.
I can´t believe that I enjoyed belting him so much. It was so exciting when he was squirming around and whining. When he started bleeding, I thought that I was going to come all over him right there. Pretty sick but I can´t help it. Mostly it´s the thought that he can´t fight back that makes it so hot. Would never dream of doing it to Anya or Cordelia, they would probably rip me limb from limb just for the thought although Anya would go for it just to try it.
He won´t permanently scar and he will always heal, I won´t ever do enough damage to him so that he will be physically scarred. I didn´t know that vampires could be emotionally scarred though, especially soulless evil ones. After I showed him the magazine, he asked me why I had gotten a fag rag as he so delicately put it. So I told him the truth that I can no longer deny to myself, that I thought I was gay. It was some relief when he told me that the smell I gave off around girls meant that I was more than likely bi. Not too bad, I suppose. Should have figured that one out for myself though, a couple of the girls in the mall had given me a semi hard on.
We had sat in quietly for a few minutes until he had scribbled a few sentences in his almost used up note book and had then handed it to me. The anger I felt at what was written completely overrode the guilt I felt at terrifying the bleach blonde. As I had read what was written, I realised that even for something that had happened so long ago, it still had the power to affect the vampire. If I had known about what that prick Sire of his had done to him as a "punishment", there was no way I would have even mentioned the fisting to him let alone threatened him with it. I was so relieved and angry at the same time that he ended up choosing the belting. There was no way I was going to let him get away with locking himself in the bathroom and I had figured that I had to teach him a lesson.
He belongs to me and I have to be the protector in this relationship. It´s weird but since leaving Sunnydale and my friends, I have taken a real shine to Spike. Maybe its because he is the only person who knows the real me or the fact that I can show who I really am and I´m no longer under the influence of Giles and the others. I have to make up my own mind now and not rely on the others to do it for me, I don´t have to go along with everyone else just to keep the peace and prevent a Slayer temper tantrum. I´m starting to see him in a different light, no longer coloured by everyone elses perceptions.
The way Spike cuddles into me at night is nice. He moulds himself to my body, he fits just right. I like to touch him, hug him. He has nice ear lobes and sometimes I think I can almost hear a purr from him when I rub at them while watching the t.v. After I have yelled at him or given him a slapping for whatever reason, I can´t help but gather him into my arms and hold him. My heart flutters a little when I catch him looking at me sometimes.
He still really shits me at times. I get annoyed and angry with him when he won´t shut the tears up on a bad day. I make him cry a lot though myself. Can´t help but slap at him. Shouldn´t though. It´s only really hit me how sensitive he is now. Nice to be needed and Spike does need me. He relies on me. I hope that it continues. I´ve never felt like this before. Starting to really like him and I have to admit that when he isn´t crying, his company is enjoyable. I like being the one in charge.
2 October 2000
6.30 pm
"Jesus, I´m totally stuffed!" sighed Xander as he staggered through the front door and headed for the couch. With his body thrown heavily upon the soft furniture, he thought of how out of shape he already was after only about 3 weeks off from working. Cool hands slipped around his waist as the couch sunk from the weight of the blonde as he settled next to him.
Spike leaned against the brunette who had just come from his first day at work, he could tell how tired he was. He could also smell how hard the boy had worked, he reeked of sweat and he didn´t need a vamp´s extra abilities to know it. Both sitting for a few minutes, the vampire got up and tugged at his claimants hand. Gesture towards the bathroom, he held his nose and pointed at the laughing younger man.
"Gee, you reckon? Very hard day, doing a bank just around the corner from the mall." replied the already stripping male. Clothes dropped on the floor on the way to the bathroom, he grabbed a fresh towel from the bathroom cupboard and flung it over the edge of the bath away from the reach of the water. Water turned on and the bathroom starting to steam, he could hear the blonde rattling dishes and opening cupboards in the kitchen. Not being bothered to ask what was going on, Xander climbed into the hot jets of water, moaning as the warmth eased his tense tired muscles.
It had been a hard day. He had met his new work mates, nice bunch of guys so far. Bit quiet until they had found out that he had signed on for two years. Apparently they were used to newcomers leaving again only a few weeks after they had arrived. He was the only non Alaskan born guy on the brick crew and in fact, the whole building crew apart from another large Fijian, Josessi. The laughing self proclaimed joker of the crew had explained that he already knew who he was from Lucas Teuke, a fellow Fijian himself. Mind boggling at just how not one but two Fijians ended up in Alaska, he wondered if Josessi knew what type of demon the other man was.
He had been pretty much ignored by all bar Josessi until lunch when they had been happy to talk to him after learning about his contract with the company. Introductions all round, he was welcomed to the state. There had been talk about what he did back home, did he have a girlfriend/wife, where was he living and why wasn´t his cousin working as well. They had been happy at his explanation of working in construction for over a year and a half, he was single but not looking, renting from the company and that his cousin had a sunlight phobia. The 3 man brick crew that included Josessi, stood around nodding at his words, stating that once winter came up, maybe the long hours of darkness would allow his cousin to get a job.
Xander had expected more than a few snide remarks about Spike and the "phobia" but had been pleasantly surprised that it was taken all in stride, a few of the guys promising to think about where the blonde could get some work. Work had been hard due to the crew being so small for the size of the job, everyone had to do almost two peoples work load to ensure that the building would be up in the scheduled time frame. Apart from the brick crew, there were only 4 other guys for the cement and inside building fitting.
Mind shut off to the thought of work, the relaxed boy poured some body gel into his hand and proceeded to lather himself up.
Spike banged around the kitchen, looking for the pots and pans. He hadn´t taken much notice of where the whelp had put them, only used to one mug and that was it. Fry pan found, he slapped it on the gas stove and opened the fridge to see what he could throw into the stupid thing for the boy to eat.
~ Don´t want the boy to get run down and sick, been doing nothing around here. Soooo gotta get me a hobby. At the moment even a sodding job would be welcome, glad he´s home now though ~
A snort at just what job he would be good at, the vampire grabbed the mushrooms, onion and tomatoes vaguely remembering that the whelp had once done something with the three vegetables together in a pan. Hesitating before deciding to peel the mushrooms, he chopped the peeled onion while wincing at the acrid aroma that tried to poke out both of his eyes. Vegetables all chopped and chucked into the pan with a bit of oil, he turned on the gas and hoped for the best as the mess started to sizzle.
~ I hope I don´t kill the brat. Wouldn´t go down too well with the landlords ~
Quick snigger at the thought of explaining his cooking skill to a local sherif, he poked at the bubbling mass with a wooden spoon. A another look in the cupboard produced jars of chicken stock, basil and oregano. Jar of minced garlic pushed aside and then after a brief inner struggle, thrown in the bin, the smelly herbs and stock were added to the simmering red liquid.
"God that smells great, I didn´t know that you could cook?" exclaimed the brunette as he walked out of the bedroom clothed in baggy sweat pants. Stomach rumbling, he leaned close into the blonde and with a long wet kiss, sniffed the air once he broke away to breath.
~Can´t actually, just don´t die on me and we´ll be right. ~
Smile plastered wide across his face at the whelps rumbling stomach and obvious impatience to eat, Spike clung tightly to the taller man, relieved that the other male was home at last. He had been nervous and jumpy all day from the moment the car had roared off down the driveway. Stuck inside with only the tv and the stupid book that they still had from the Watchers place, he had been able to do nothing but count the minutes until the boy had gotten home. It wasn´t as if he could just call someone up for a quick conversation or go over to the neighbours and introduce himself, with an offer of a cup of tea.
He hadn´t really been too worried when the whelp had left him to go to the mall or get blood, knowing that the boy would be gone only a few hours. Today, neither of them had known when the boy would get back thus leading to the minor panic that the blonde had been in all day with nothing really to distract him.
~ Missed you, like it now that your home. Don´t like being alone. ~
Snuggled into the warm bare chest, the vampire watched as the brunette stirred at the almost ready mixture. Herded to the couch, Spike continued to watch as the young man boiled some water and added 3 minute pasta noodles to the saucepan. Two plates pulled out of the cupboard, Xander quickly grated cheese ontop of the steaming pasta and tomato. Plate and fork handed to the blonde as he sat down next to the vampire. Eating as quick as the hot food would allow him to, Xander was amazed at the great taste. Once finished, he put the empty plate down on the coffee table alongside the other one.
"That was fantastic! No–one has ever really done that for me before, I mean Mom stopped cooking for me once she knew I could work the microwave. Willow´s mum used to phone up restaraunts for delivery whenever I went over for dinner."
Embarrassed and happy at the thought of such a small thing pleasing the boy, Spike was excited when he was gently pulled up from the couch and led towards the bedroom. Soft kisses and warm hands slowly undressed the cool body. Placed carefully on his front, he moaned and squirmed to the feel of large hands stroking his back as he was raised to his hands and knees. A long lube filled preparation had him eager to take the whelps cock, rocking himself back to meet the slow thrusting. Prostrate hit each time the boy filled him, the vampire came with a few strokes of his hand on his cock, a minute after feeling the hotness well up inside him. Both men lay curled into each other.
6 October 2000
Saying goodbye to Josessi and the others, Xander headed to where he had parked the old white Comodore. Sea tbelt snapped on, he started the engine and headed off along the main road to go and see Lucas and pick up some blood before going home to pick up Spike and visit Fairbanks for some sight seeing. Fairbanks had late night trading up until 10pm at night and the brunette wanted to get the vampire out of the cabin in which he was more or less going stir crazy. Five minutes down the double lane road and he pulled into the post office. Lip bitten at the sign that said "closed", he wondered if he should still knock and see if Lucas would be there.
Deep breath, Xander banged loudly on the door and waited for an answer. Hand raised to bang again at the solid white door, he almost screamed in fright when a bag was shoved at him from behind. Whirling around, heart jumping out of his chest, Xander faced a laughing Lucas.
"Sorry, but you humans are just sooo easy to scare!" chuckled the large man as the wild eyed youth snatched the plastic bag out his hand.
"How the hell did you know that I was coming for this and don´t ever do that again, next time I think I´m going to shit myself." Xander replied, disgusted at himself for being so lax. If that had happened in Sunnydale, he would have been either drained or turned by now. Then again, not having to watch ones back every single moment tended to make you a bit relaxed.
"Your cousin drinks what, 2 or 3 a day right? I expected you this morning but when you didn´t show, then I figured that it would be around now that I would see you." Still laughing at the younger man, the demon started to walk off back behind the house that was attached to his little post office.
"What sort are you?" asked the boy, cursing himself straight after for being so rude to a invaluable contact. Flushed and embarrassed by the question, he steeled himself for either a "get stuffed and don´t come back" or a truly horrible visage to appear.
Lukas, suddenly serious, turned slowly back towards the nervous lad. Small smile, he waited until he got right up and close to the brunette. "Kava Demon"
"A what?" Xander asked ignorantly, yet again wondering what was wrong with his idiot mouth. Watching as the dark brown eyes turned into slitted green cats eyes completed with what he thought was a khaki all over green tinge to the mans body. He could only see the man´s face and hands, but he assumed that it was all over. Forked tongue flicked out to lightly trace the lips. Nose disappeared from the face to leave only small slits to breathe from.
"A Kava Demon. Fijian gekko related demon. In the good old days, we used to run around and eat all those who dared invoke the Kava drinking ritual and didn´t finish it by morning. Happened quite a lot actually, still does on a small but regular basis." explained the smiling man as his nose rose again out of his face and once again became a prominent feature.
Arms folded against his chest, one hand clutching the blood packet filled plastic bag, Xander was fascinated at the relatively non icky demon face that lay under the dark skin of Lukas. Not enough people doing the Kava ritual anymore, tourists were doing it more than the locals now but they tasted weird. Didn´t have a lot of flavour apparently and the tourists disappearing was a worry to the craft trade in Suva and the little islands. Head nodding as his stomach churned at the explanation given to him, Xander apologised about asking the demon the rude question.
Apology waved off, Lucas invited both him and Spike to dinner the next night. Didn´t really get to hang around with the local demons much, the ones he usually hung around with were the owners of the local chinese restaraunt and a pack of Veronkif´s who were probably on the coast looking for polar bears to play kiss chasey with at this very moment, Rhonda and co.. not being back for another two years at least.
Astounded at the very thought of any one kissing a bear, Xander agreed to the dinner and relieved that he wouldn´t have the stress of worrying about the vampires for a couple of years. Plenty of time to worry about what to do with Spike when the time came. He knew that somewhere along the track, he would have to deal with a vampire taking a shine to the blonde and issuing a claimant challenge. Better not to think about it until it happens, that thought shoved right away so that it spun around in one little corner of his "must think about later" mind, the two men agreed to 7pm.
Door opened in front of him before he could even use his key, Xander was dragged from where he stood and feverishly kissed by an excited smaller man. Cock hardening at the sight of the blonde, he pushed the man away as he closed the front door ensuring more privacy. Knowing that Spike had been cooped up with pretty much nothing to do all day, he continued to kiss his way to the small kitchen that held the fridge. Cool hands groping his rock hard dick, he moaned into the wet mouth of the vampire.
Spike could smell the boy´s hard on and a few lengthy gropes later, he could feel it as well. Hurriedly undoing the black leather belt holding up the dirty jeans, he slid a long fingered hand into the tenting boxers as he worked the jeans down around the firm lower thighs. Tongue meeting the hot wet lips of the whelp as he heard the heartbeat get faster. A thunk on the floor as the bag was dropped onto it.
"Fuck Spike, just blow me already will you!" Xander moaned when he felt a gust of cool air blown across the hot head of his cock. Wetness wrapped around his penis, making his eyes cross. Hands tangled in soft cat fur like hair, the brunette lost himself to the pleasure of his cock sliding in and out of talented lips as his sac was rolled and squeezed by a cool hand.
The vampire felt his hair being gripped in large hot hands, deep throating the throbbing member as the grip got tighter. Head now firmly clutched still, he relaxed his throat only slightly panicking as the thick shaft of the whelps cock was thrust into his open mouth with firm grinds of the taller man´s hips. Eyes closed, he could feel the thrusting become harder the more he played with the balls in his hand.
"Fuckfuckfuckfuck, this is sooo fucking great!" Bottom lip bitten as he rammed into the cool mouth, Xander pumped once, twice, three times more, yelling as he gushed hot cum down the blondes throat. Pulling out, he dragged Spike up from his knees, kissing him with tongue tasting the strange tang of his essence on the other mans lips. Taste of himself rolled around on his tongue, Xander explored every inch of the vampires cool mouth. Pulling back as he remembered that he had to breath, he once again wondered at the strange taste.
It wasn´t too bad at all, not quite what he had been expecting. Briefly he wondered what Spikes cum tasted like, before a resounding "ick" went through his head. The smaller man watched as the brunette tried to take in what he tasted like. He, himself, had never gone anywhere near another man before being turned and was curious as to how semen tasted to a human. It smelt to high heaven to a vamp and before the chip, he had never thought to ask the numerous humans he had forced to swallow his cum before draining them.
Vampire clasped tightly to his still heavily breathing chest, Xander told him about the dinner invite with Lukas. Bag picked up from the floor and blood bags shoved into the fridge, the brunette told the blonde to get a coat as they were going late night shopping. Virtually shoving the younger man out of the way in the hurry to get his coat, Spike ran to the bedroom and grabbed one for the whelp as well. Anything to just get out of the fucking place.
~ Need a goddamned hobby, just something to do. At least in Sunnyhell, I had the option of going somewhere. Here, nothing around, no fucking sewers or enough shade anyway.~
Knowing full well that he hadn´t taken the opportunity to get out, he had been secure in the knowledge that there always had been the option of going some where via the sewers when he had been living with the whelp in Sunnydale. With the thought of just what hobby or thing he could do during the day when the boy was at work, he handed the brunette his thick lumber jacket while slipping his own on that the scooby gang had given them both for a going away present. His had apparently been an after thought by the gang after Joyce had mentioned the fact that Spike would also feel the intensely cold winters. Smelling annoyed and guilty, the witches had come around to the apartment and given him a red checked jacket to match the whelp´s blue checked one the following afternoon.
He had resisted the urge to give them the "fuck off" finger and had snatched the parcel out of their hands before slamming the door in their faces. Spike liked Joyce and had secretly sneered all round at the looks of guilt, annoyance and embarrassment that had miraculasly appeared after that little gem had been mentioned. Joyce, he liked because she had been the only understanding one when he had first been upset over Dru leaving him. He had smirked to himself when to the horror of the Slayer, her mother had planted a kiss on his cheek and promised to write to him once he was settled in their new home.
~Yeah, might just do the writing back thing. Give me something to do I suppose. ~
Door locked behind them, the two males walked to where the car was parked next to the woodpile. Strapped in, car started and they were off towards what was now termed the "Big smoke". Laughter rebounded in the car when Xander mentioned this to the vampire, the interior filled with soft grunting and louder peals of humour. The car was stopped only the once on the way to Faribanks when the notebook Spike had been writing in was shoved into this face. Quickly reading what was scrawled across the page, the boy also started wondering what things the blonde could do during the day. If it was something that could earn money, it would be all the better. After winter was gone, the cost of supplying human blood for Spike during the heavy summer would be ultra expensive.
Thought pondered, the brunette was brought back to reality by the vampire gently tugging on his jacket. Head turned towards the smaller man, he followed the pointed finger and looked out onto the road and into the beam of light provided by the car´s headlights.
It was snowing. Both men getting out of the car, they were shocked at just how quickly the temperature had dropped to allow the snow to begin. Amazement crossed both faces when the realisation hit them. They were in Alaska and now the snow was starting, the possibility of being snowed in during the long winter was real. Breath from the one male steaming into the frigid air, the car was started again with the descion to take a quick peek around the Fairbanks shopping centre.
Car parked as close as they could get to the entrance, the blonde and the brunette took in the sights of the much larger mall that housed numerous shops. Xander grabbed the latest magazines, only just avoiding a full body blush when he spotted the vampire fiddling around the gay erotica section in the news agency. The small smirk that had appeared on the bleached blondes face as he walked out of the shop brushing past the taller man, saw Xander almost throw his money at the sales assistant in the hurry to get out. Spike, waiting for him outside the shop, gestured to the large supermarket reminding the whelp that he had to get new notebooks and some more pens.
Xander had stopped in front of a community board for the local college and was reading all the notices put up after a flyer had caught his attention. Bored, the coloured piece of paper had declared. Wanting to do something while snowed in? had followed the title. Curious, he read some more and discovered that it was an information leaflet listing the short correspondence courses that one could do. Quick look around and the boy tore down the flyer that had the college phone number on the back. With a feeling of dread deep in the pit of his stomach, the blonde watched as the brunette came towards him with the aqua piece of paper clutched tightly in his hand.
Staring wide eyed at the smiling youth in front of him, Spike slowly read the aqua paper and what was typed across it. Blue eyes meeting dark brown ones, he wondered if he had gone completely Dru like in the thinking that maybe one of the courses mentioned would keep him amused for a while.
~ Who knows maybe after I´ve become a fucking secretary, I could go and replace the pom pom bint in the Poncing Poofs office ~
Bottom lip starting to tremble at the thought of spending the rest of his unlife typing and filing in an office, he wondered just how far he had left to keep falling from his once lofty perch as a part of the Scourge of Europe. Xander, seeing the vampire trying not to cry in public, gently took one elbow in his hand and guided the blonde back to the white commodore. The note books and pens could wait until the next day he figured.
7 October 2000
Saturday night around 9.30 pm
Dinner finished with the two plates and an empty mug pushed back from the participants, all three men sighed at the feeling of full stomachs. Spike was revelling in the taste of human blood for the first time in what would be months, he had tried to sip at the warm thick liquid as slowly as possible until Lukas had told him that if he wanted, he could have a second bag. Not even considering the cost of the blood to the large Fijian, the blonde had nodded and grinned ferally as the second bag was presented to him.
Xander had watched the vampire almost combust with pleasure as he drank the blood, slightly slurping in his haste to consume all that the full mug offered. He hoped that the other man wasn´t going to lose out in any way by giving the human stuff to the blonde. His own dinner consisted of a roast leg of pork, apple sauce and other roast vegetables. Lukas was a great cook and he wondered if he hosted dinner at his house often. He couldn´t ever recall having a roast anything in his life, not even when Joyce had invited him over for dinner a few times.
A loud cough broke into his thoughts. Blushing, the brunette looked at the two faces peering back at him. Spike was now back in his human face only still a little yellow around the pupils of his eyes. Lukas had taken one look at how the two men interacted together and had come to the conclusion that they were indeed sleeping together, he could smell the human all over the vampire but funnily enough not much of the vampire was on the younger man which meant that in this case, the vampire was the receiver and the human was the giver. Not being able to work out why, he had invited the two into the house.
All during dinner, the Fijian had tried not to stare at the way the human and vampire acted towards each other. The way the bleached blonde was submissive to the taller dark haired male was astounding. It wasn´t as if it was overtly displayed, it was just a few looks and gestures here and there that gave it away. Lukas wanted to ask why a human was allowed to display dominance over a vampire and even why there was no evidence of biting on the brunette.
Spike was humiliated, he knew that the Kava demon was just dying to ask what the hell was going on with his relationship with the boy. He couldn´t help but look at Xander for approval sometimes and he knew that the dark man had caught every look he had sent Xander´s way. The vampire was sure that the other demon had never seen a vamp pairing like this before, he was sure because he himself had never seen one either or even heard of one. With Xander back in the land of reality, the men walked over to the armchairs and couch in the living room, each holding a beer.
Soft snorting grunts and loud booming laughter echoed throughout the small house as Lukas regaled his guests with just how he came to be in Alaska. Apparently Josessi on a whim had started a Kava ritual that hadn´t been finished by the following morning so Lukas had been dispatched by the elder demons to go to Alaska and teach the lone Fijian a lesson. Unfortunatley, it had been winter and he had gotten lost on the way to Josessi´s place, stumbled onto the little post office and the original owner dead on the doorstep, having frozen to death after tripping on something and breaking his leg. Lukas had taken shelter in the post office and while there, he had eaten the owner before discovering the large cast iron door that Xander had seen the first time.
It had taken a few days for the door to be opened however, because much to his surprise the door was in itself a sentient being and hadn´t recognised the Kava demon as it´s owner. After numerous explanations and dragging what was left of the owner down to the door for it to see, the door had apparently given in to the demons demands for it to open. That had been almost 12 years ago and he still hadn´t punished Josessi for not finishing the kava ritual, but with much laughing, he said that one day he would. He was enjoying himself too much in the cold land, never seeing snow before and was fascinated by it. Once he had punished the fellow Fijian, he knew that he would be called back straight away and he wanted to get as much time in the State of Alaska as possible.
Tears of laughter being wiped away from both the vampire and the brunette, having just heard what was possibly the weirdest story ever, they both finished the beer and nodded when Lukas asked if they wanted another one. Xander was suddenly nervous as he knew that sooner or later he would be expected to tell his and Spikes story. That he would do with lots of stuff being left out. Lukas back with the beer, asked the dreaded question of how the two of them got to be in Alaska themselves. Not missing the slight flinch of the blonde on the couch, he was surprised when the younger man reached out a hand almost unconsciously and patted at the black clad thigh reassuringly.
Interesting story this would be, he thought and he knew that he wouldn´t be getting the full story tonight. Going for the big leap of faith, the demon told the two men that if they were "together", it was fine by him.
Suddenly speechless, Xander snatched his hand from the vampires cool thigh as if he had been burnt. With a stutter and blushing, he asked what Lukas had meant by that. Told that the other man could smell them over each other, the brunette was informed that it was probably for the best anyway. Asked again what was meant by that statement, the two newcomers were told of the woman shortage in Alaska and of the annual teams of women who turned up in the cold State each year looking for "real men" to marry. Due to the abundance of single men, it wasn´t unusual for the ratio to be 4 men to every single woman and that good looking men such as themselves usually found their faces involved in a multitude of fights. To even up the competition, so to speak.
If they announced themselves as a couple, they were more likely to be accepted as such and left totally alone when the annual woman drive began. They might get a ribbing or two but once the other guys realised that they were out of the competition, they would no longer pose a threat to a lonely old wood miller looking for a wife in winter.
Stunned looks on both faces told Lukas that neither of them had even considered such an action. The vampire had a world weary look to his eternally young face while the youngest male in the room had a embarrassed expression. Stating that the company wouldn´t care or throw them out of the cabin after Xander started making his objections known, the dark man told them that even though the vampire had been passed off as the younger mans cousin, the others would understand once they had given them both some shit about it.
Reluctantly agreeing in the end if only to save the vampire a few beatings from strangers, Xander and Spike waved goodbye to the dark man and climbed into the car without having given their own story on how they had arrived in Alaska. Quiet all the way home during the 15 minute drive, the boy wondered just how he was going to start establishing the fact that he was gay and already in a relationship after telling his work mates that he was single. Lukas telling him to go the gay route because stating that he was in fact bi would still pose a threat and in Alaska, either you were straight or gay, no in between.
Both climbing into the warm bed, the two men snuggled into each other too caught up in their own thoughts to do anything but think of what the future was going to bring them.
