Channel Alaska 10 – 13
12 October 2000
Around 8 pm
Spike was nervous and the pacing was surely indicating that. The whelp had been in a mood since the previous Saturday night ever since Lukas had suggested telling his work mates about being gay. Easier said than done really. Xander had chosen tonight to tell his friends, it being payday, they were more than likely going to be in a good mood and all. They didn´t really have much time to stuff around as the annual womens run was about to start. The first of the women were due in and around Fairbanks early the next week.
Around 200 females of all age groups were due to descend upon the town. Xander had already mentioned that the guys were getting a bit nasty at him, a small comment thrown his way here and there. The comments had done nothing of course to improve the mood of the boy when he arrived at home both exhausted from the job and mentally tired from trying to ignore the jibes. The vampire had been walking on egg shells ever since the dinner with the Kava demon. He had made the effort to make dinner for the whelp each night, something the boy said that he appreciated. Truth be told, the blonde just didn´t want to become a punching bag until it was too late. He would get a belting, that he was sure of, but if it could be put off until later then so be it.
Xander had taken him pretty easy all week so far, something that the vampire had really enjoyed. A glance at the kitchen clock told him that the boy should be home soon, around 9.30 – 10 pm he had been told. Throwing himself down on the comfy couch, he leaned over and flicked on the tv to try and make the time pass quickly. A few minutes later, the t.v. not doing its job, he reached for the aqua brochure again and re–read the courses listed on the paper. He was pretty sure that he was going to do the woodwork course, all it really meant was that he was sent plans on how to build things, he built them, took photos and sent them in after he built the required items as well as a few of his own choices.
The whelp had mentioned that if he did do the woodwork, maybe he should build a complete bedroom furniture set that included a cupboard, bedside tables and even a base for the mattresses. Their clothes still residing in bags and strewn on the floor along with the mattresses, it had been a good suggestion.
~ Yep, woodwork that´s what I´m going to do. Look out Jesus, here I come! ~
Oddly enough, he was really looking forward to working with his hands again. Before being turned, he had been famous for his thieving skills all around London. He had the hands for it, small with long fingers that were still ultra sensitive. After being turned, he had put them to just as good use as thieving by learning to peel off layers of skin and how to separate tendons with out splitting them. Angelus had taught him how to do it and he had been a good teacher, the young William just didn´t have the patience to do it very often, preferring more brutal straightforward approach to torture. Ways that got the information pretty much straight away.
T.v. now ignored totally, the vampire started to fill in the form that Xander had gotten sent to them when he had rung up to find out more about the woodwork course after Spike had told him that he was interested in that one.
~ Name, William Lavelle (the fucking Bloody!!!)
Address, 3/3 Amberliquid Road (Sodding Poof would like that one)
Phone no, 9783 3056 (Ring and leave a message, Boy will get back to you)
Nearest major town, Pennington
Postcode, ? (how the fuck should I know?)
Course, Woodwork – Beginners (and a short course on how to remove a bint of a chip from ones brain!)
Method of payment, Mastercard (insert relevant numbers, thanks luv) ~
Hearing a car in the distance, Spike wasn´t too worried until he recognised Xanders brand of gear change, quick glance at the clock telling him that it was still early, only around quarter to nine. Stomach dropping in dread as the car door slammed, the vampire sniffed the air as he opened the door for the younger man. The anger staining the air slapped at him causing him to take a step back.
~ Ok, here goes the hissy fit I´ve been expecting all week then ~
With that thought, he stood well out of the way as the brunette stomped into the house, currently swelling black eye plain to see.
"Hello dear, how are you? As you can see, I´ve had a great day having a friendly little chat with the charming men at work " The calm tone was betrayed by the nasty look on the boys face as he said the words to a blonde that was trying to stay out of arms length.
~ Uh–oh, one slapping coming up! ~
Not knowing whether to smile or sympathise with the seething male, the vampire slowly walked to the kitchen and got out a packet of frozen peas from the freezer as Xander sat himself down on the couch and stared at the blank wall in front of him. Peas snatched out his hand, Spike stood beside the couch, not wanting to anything that was going to set the other man off.
"Don´t just stand there like a fucking moron, sit and tell me all the things you´ve done today, you know like sat around doing nothing but watch tv, that sort of thing"
As he took a seat next to the boy, the blonde wished he hadn´t after he heard the last of the words come out of his mouth. The annoyance and anger were rolling off the youths body in waves. Almost yelping in fright, he froze as a warm hand rested itself on his thigh.
"You know, I got punched by one of the guys tonight, it was preceded by a fantastic night at a local bar full of gay jokes and what to do with dead faggots. The black eye is apprantly a warning for me not to look at my workmates arses."
Xander directed this comment to the wall, something that was starting to upset the vampire a lot. So far, the boy hadn´t looked at him since walking through the front door. The hand started to slowly stroke his thigh.
~ Talk to me pet, it´s good that your getting it out ~
Nodding beside the younger man, Spike was wondering when he was going to get hit and how hard.
"Told them that I already had a blonde at home that would get jealous if I did look anywhere else and you know what? It´s great that I told them because now we are both invited to Mac´s house for pre Auction Night drinks. They would like to meet the "little woman" I have at home, oh don´t worry, they already know what you look like" snarled Xander. "Of course, I said yes and don´t worry about the eye, it´ll heal I said to them."
~ Ok, been called lots of things but "the little woman" is a new one and one that I hope is not bandied around a lot. Bunch of Deliverance arseholes ~
Wall still being stared at, the brunette could feel himself getting more and more angry as the minutes passed. His workmates had been really on his back that morning after the company had faxed the time and date of the Auction Night to the little office in Pennington. With comments of what a good looking boy like him was doing in Alaska and other things of how could a man compete with faces like his and his cousins around, Xander had told them pretty much as soon as lunch had started after being tripped by one of the older guys. Silence had surrounded the men at first and then a few muttered "goddamned faggots" had been tossed around, Xander being saved by Josessi slapping him on the back with the comment of at least the two pretty boys were out of the competition.
Laughter had started slowly at first then had gone into a full gale force as the workmates had realised that Josessi had been right and that it meant more chances at a woman for them. Xander hurriedly suggesting a few rounds at the local with him buying the first round as a consolation for lying to them. The workmen agreeing after a few more "homo" comments thrown his way.
Work had gone on pretty much as normal but with the name of Baxter being directed to him. It wasn´t "Xander can you pass that for me" it was now "Baxter can you pass that for me, if your not too limp wristed". The teasing he could put up with, he had gotten that type of crap at home all his life and he was used to it. How ironic he thought that both his father and uncle had ended up being right. The name Baxter was starting to get to him, he knew that it had a homosexual connotation to it but what it was had Xander puzzled. The punch had also been unexpected, especially as he had ended up buying the first two rounds. It was the threat to do the same to the blonde that had him angry. No–one touched what was his and he had pretty much roared that at the shocked men who had backed down as soon as they had seen him get into a temper.
Xander was upset that he had shown his temper to his workmates after having successfully hiding it for so many years. If he hadn´t claimed the fucking blonde, then none of this would be happening right this minute. For the first time since that night in the basement, Xander regretted his actions. Getting up, he shoved the blonde away as he trudged to the bedroom, firmly closing the door in the vampires face.
Spike watched the door close, almost banging his nose. He was confused, didn´t the boy want him anymore? He was an adored, claimants never did this to those they adored. They never shut them out of the bedroom and their life. Spike panted, maybe he was overreacting and the actions would be explained in a few hours once the boy calmed down some. Sitting on the couch while waiting for the whelp to bring to the bed, he felt the tears of being ignored slide down his face.
21 October 2000
6 pm Mac´s house
Xander and Spike trudged up the gravel driveway, nodding and smiling at the men whispering and staring at them. The vampire wishing that he could go into game face and scare the fuck out of them all. The boy had only started talking to him again yesterday morning and he was still confused as to why he had been pushed away that night. During that time, the blonde had been pretty much in tears every moment he had been awake even though he had been guided into bed with the boy after a few hours of sitting on the couch by himself. After not being spoken to for a week, he had been overjoyed at hearing the whelp speak to him again even if it had been a direct order to drink as he was getting severely dehydrated from not eating properly.
The slap on the back brought him back to reality, standing next to a huge bristly looking man and surrounded by lots more, the vampire was reminded just how slender he really was compared to the whelp.
~ I suppose in this case, "little woman" does apply. Not my fault that London had crap food, even if you were lucky enough to get some ~
Doing his best not to give the finger all round to the circle of men surrounding both him and Xander, he smiled and nodded as each man was introduced. He watched as Xander explained his sunlight "phobia" and his inability to speak due to a car accident, laughing with the men as they poked fun at the phobia and sympathised over the accident.
~ Bunch of dumbfucks! If only I could just rip the head off one, not all, just the one and that´s all I ask for. A head mounted on the wall ~
Twinge going through his head at the thought, he could feel his scalp get warm as the chip sent tingling currents from the base of his skull to right behind his eyes. Hand on Xander for support as a bright light flashed behind his eyes, he scowled and sneered in the direction of the "Oh, look! How cute, their hugging" comment while Xander muttered at him to just ignore it and to stop grabbing at him.
~ Fuck off pet! This light is new, never had it before and it´s worrying ~
Beers shoved into their hands, the two men were basically paraded around Xander´s work mates house as objects to be stared at. Looking around at the new men introduced, Spike shuddered when he realised that what he thought was crap clothing was in actual fact probably their best clothing. With a thought that if ever Xander decided to grow a beard, he would put up with numerous beatings just to tie the boy down and shave it off. All the men looked the same to the vampire, large, bristly and ignorant. He was relieved to see Lukas and another dark man he didn´t recognise coming towards him. Introduced to Josessi, he left Xander to the mercy of his work mates and went outside with the Kava demon in the hopes of at least a decent one sided conversation.
The first thing that Lukas did was shove a phone number at him and told him that if he let the phone ring three times, he would come over and visit him at home and if he let it ring four times, for the vampire to come over to his house instead. Huge smile on his face, the blonde hoped that he didn´t look as pathetic as he felt. The phone number tucked away safely, he listened to the demons explanation of what Auction Night actually was. Apparently, the men who participated in the auction got up on stage and the woman who was the successful bidder got to have the first dance with their chosen man. The question of where the money went written for the larger man to read, Spike noticed a pair of Chinese men looking their way. Quick nudge to Lukas and he made a small gesture at the two men.
Lukas following the gesture, laughed and indicated for the men to come over and introduce themselves. Mi Wai and Quong De were the owners of the local Chinese shops in both Pennington and a couple in Fairbanks itself. Polite greetings all round from the two men, Spike quickly wrote in the note book and gave it to the older of the men. Raised eyebrows later, he explained again by writing in the book that he had lived in China for a few years during the Boxer rebellion that´s why he knew a few different dialects in Chinese. Smiles breaking over the stern faces, the conversation developed into loud comments flung back and forth between the four men as it was made known that they too had been in the Boxer rebellion. Asked if his human could drop him off one night for a round of green tea after the restaurant closed, the blonde agreed not bothering to point out that he actually belonged to the human and not the other way around.
He wasn´t actually sure what type of demons they were but they didn´t smell one iota like a human.
~ Things may just be looking up, two new demons to hang with and best of all they don´t know about the chip or my dealings with the Slayer ~
Happy, the vampire looked for the brunette, getting slightly nervy at being away from him in the company of so many other people he didn´t know. Writing a goodbye and see you later to the two Chinese demons and Lukas, he gently pushed his way through the milling men towards the spot that he had left the whelp. Not seeing him anywhere near, he surprised to find a beer thrust at him by one of the work mates that he had been earlier introduced to. Nod of the head and a mouthed thank you, he was slightly unsettled by the way the dark bearded Stan was staring at him.
"Just wondering what would make a kid like Baxter pick a fairy like you?"
Choking on his beer at the words, the vampire decided it was time to move right away from the Stan creature continuing to look at him, something he tried to do until the man stood right in front of him, making it impossible to get out of the kitchen. Spike, standing still while he continued to down the beer, tried to will the other man to go away.
"Got a build like a girl, suppose with the light off, it would be pretty much the same from behind"
Tempted to throw the beer bottle at Stan, he finished the beer off and placed it on the kitchen bench. Now completly worried and starting to panic, he stood with arms crossed watching the much larger man continue to stare at him.
Xander watched as the loud shouts coming from outside involved two men babbling something in Chinese, something that the blonde was able to understand with Lukas laughing at what was being said. Turning back to the present conversation about some of the dud women who turned up at the Auction, he was reassured by the fact that the vampire looked like he was having a good time. Conversation followed for a good half hour, the brunette noticed that it was quiet and that there was no longer any shouting from outside. Beer in his hand empty, he asked if any body wanted another and was directed to the kitchen. Walking up behind Stan standing in the door, he was shocked when he saw that his work mate had a hold of Spikes shirt and was shaking the blonde who looked like he was trying not to cry.
With a tap on the broad shoulder, he got Stan´s attention and asked what he was doing to the smaller blonde. Xander, aware that it had gone quiet behind him and that a crowd had gathered around the kitchen entrance, asked Stan again what he was doing with someone obviously smaller than himself. Angered when the answer was nothing and the vampire spun around and shoved at him, he lay a hand on the large arm preventing the other man from walking away. Spike in full panic attack was led away from the two men circling each other by Lukas and Josessi. Xander asking what "nothing" meant, knew that a fight was now inescapable and that if he lost, he would be forever on the bottom of the pecking order, something that he had sworn never to be again after leaving Sunnydale.
In a low voice full of menace, the younger man told both the male he was circling and the entire room that no–one put a hand on what was his, ever. A cat call of "get him boy!" echoed loudly through the deathly quiet room. " Your going to get what you deserve Stan" was the next call, followed by a chorus of men agreeing with the statement. Stan roared and charged at the quicker man who easily dodged out of the way and as the larger man turned to run at him again, punched as hard as he could at the mans ear. Hearing the man squeal in pain as he felt his fist connect, Xander clasped both his fists together in a move that saw him thunder down across the mans lower back, connecting with the kidneys. Stan clutched at both his ear and his lower back, allowing the brunette to give him a punch to the stomach before being punched himself across the jaw. Stumbling backwards at the sudden stars shooting across his vision, Xander swung out blindly with one leg in the hope of connecting. With a groan at the jarring motion his leg felt when he swept the bearded mens legs from under him, he ignored the pain currently shooting up his thigh and into his lower back to give Stan a couple of good stomps with his heavy boots.
Screaming at the older man to apologise for touching what didn´t belong to him, he was pulled off the dark haired man when the others in the room realised that Stan had been stomped unconscious onto the carpet. Dazed, Xander was surprised when he was handed a beer and Stan was rolled outside and left there. Apologising to Mac for his hissy fit, he was laughed at and told that the other man had a history of doing the same thing to other men´s girlfriends and sisters and that it hadn´t been a surprise for him to try something on the younger mans partner. The partner in question still being calmed down by the two Fijians.
Men he had only just been introduced to that night came up to him and congratulated him on teaching Stan a lesson that he wasn´t likely to forget too soon in the future. Going to sit next to Spike, he tried to reassure the smaller man that everything was now ok. After a few minutes of soothing words, something Xander knew was being watched, the vampire nodded and got up to get a beer for himself. Mac moved over to the blonde while he was in the kitchen, aware himself that he was being watched by the brunette and offered him something a bit stronger.
"It´s not your fault that Stan is such a prick, just don´t let him get to you. He´s only got until the start of Spring left on his contract and I don´t think the company will re–new it with all the complaints it´s had about him." With that said, the red head, built pretty close to Xander, handed him a scotch on the rocks and asked him what he was going to do for a job when the winter dark finally settled in.
Shoulders shrugged, Spike got out his note book and wrote that he had applied for a correspondance course in woodwork mainly to keep him occupied in Summer due to his phobia. Weak smile as the red head tried not to laugh at the mention of the phobia, he was surprised when Mac told him that he had also done the woodwork course as well as a few other. Due to the lack of sunlight in the winter months, a lot of the men around Fairbanks and Pennington had decided about five years ago to make the most of the time at home and picked one new course a year to study or if possible, continue on in a selected field. Making his interest known, the vampire asked what course Mac would be doing that year, laughing softly when the other man replied that he would be doing a quilting course.
Not quite imagining the burly builder sewing, he was informed that it was a good thing to learn as it could be applied to sewing hides and torn tarps in the future.
~ Don´t feel so poofy now. Love my pet for real now, might tell him one day ~
Scotch downed and asked if he wanted another, Spike nodded and leant against the counter listening to the other man extolling the virtues of doing the woodwork course and any others he could get his hands on. Every few minutes, he was looking to see if Xander was still sitting on the couch playing cards with Jason, Spit and Fitzy. Embarrassed that he had been caught looking by Xander, he was reassured with a smile that things were ok between them. Game finished and most of the beer in the fridge drunk, Mac indicated that it was now 8.30 and time to get to Pennington Hall for the Auction.
Whoops and hollers rebounding off the walls, Spike and Xander were surrounded by forty excited men, who according to them all were off to meet the loves of their lives. The younger men followed the numerous pickups and four–wheel drives to the brightly decked hall and sat for most of the evening, laughing between themselves, the two Fijians who weren´t involved in the Auction and the restaurant owners who were both married and stated that this was really the only opportunity that their wives let them out for a night on the town. The sight of hairy burly and very uncoordinated men trying to mince their way down the raised catwalk in an effort to impress the ladies bidding on them was hilarious and despite what had happened earlier that evening, the brunette and the blonde couldn´t really remember laughing so hard at anything for a long time.
22 October 2000
Sometime in the early afternoon
Xander groaned and ventured to open one eye that he was sure was stuck with superglue. How the hell he had gotten into bed, God only knew and he was pretty sure that the supreme being had nothing to do with him being naked and having a stomach that was currently threatening to jump around the room by itself.
Trying not to bang around too loudly in the small kitchen, the blonde vampire heard the heartbeat accelerate, indicating that the brunette was awake. He smirked to himself, remembering how drunk the older men had gotten the boy after acknowledging that for a faggot, the blonde could drink like a man. Xander had been plied with drinks almost continuously after Spike had drunk three large lumber mill workers under the table, one after the other. He had had to carry the whelp out, slung over his shoulder much to the amazement of the other men. They had head off home with him driving and Xander unconscious next to him, with the new nicknames ringing in his ears. Xander was now apparently Baxter and he was, much to his disgust, still being called the little woman.
He had decided that when the boy knew what his nickname stood for, he was going to hide himself away for a damn good laugh, until then, he was going to plead complete ignorance.
Paracetamol and a glass of water in hand, the smaller man made his way to the dark bedroom, not really much darker than the rest of the small cabin. Gently, he sat on the edge of the bed and watched as the still slightly drunk younger man took the two tablets and swallowed the glass of water.
"Umm, urgh. Bathroom"
Stated the heaving boy. Helping the staggering brunette to the wood panelled room, he hoped that they made it before Xanders stomach decided to take action. Only just. Head firmly leaned over the porcelain altar, the sick man proceeded to throw up everything that was in his stomach from the night before, once that stopped, he took a deep breathe and continued to give the white bowl the previous 3 days meals as well. Spike sat on the edge of the bath, smoothing the sweat damp hair away from the wet forehead.
~ Whelp has to get a haircut soon, not too much. Like the way it hangs over those stick out ears of his. ~
The smell setting off his sensitive sinuses, the blonde left the bathroom as fast as possible, shutting the door behind him in the hopes of containing the vile odour. Able to hear the sound of Xander being sick every few minutes, he thought that it had been an alright night after all. He hadn´t been too sure what had been going to happen after Stan had grabbed at him and expressed his disgust at having to work with a "queer" every week by shaking him. All he knew was that he had been damned glad when he had seen Xanders black eyes peering over the builders shoulder.
With the thought of what could have happened to him if his claimant hadn´t gotten there before it had turned nastier, he walked over to the small woodpile he had brought in the night before after settling the brunette into bed. Hadn´t been hard, the boy had still been unconscious. Wood heater door open, he threw a couple of logs into the belly of the small iron contraption in the hopes that the heat that was soon to be roaring around the cabin would sweat most of the alcohol out of the whelp. Match lit and a couple of fire starter bricks thrown in as well for good measure, Spike hurriedly lit the wood, slammed the door and stood well away from one of the few things that could destroy his breed in a matter of seconds.
A small glow appeared out of the grill to match the one that had settled in his stomach as he thought back to the way he had been defended. It was now not just the once, but twice, Xander had gotten into a fight on his behalf and it was this that made the vampire realise that he was totally in love with the whelp.
~ Fucking sod it all! I´m the great Poncing Soul filled Poof now, aren´t I. Me, William the Bloody, in love with a human! ~
With a snort, he turned and smiled at the wreck that came out of the bathroom. Head shaken at the truly terrible visage, he guided the human back to the bedroom, leaving the door open so that the heat would be able to work it´s magic. Broom handle picked up, he prodded carefully at the thick curtains to see if it was still snowing. It had been snowing on and off for almost two weeks now, still only light drafts but enough to make the temperature drop sharply during the night. A few nights had seen the two men almost inside each other to try and get warm, eventually taking the doona from underneath them and throwing it over the top.
Standing well out of the deadly rays of light, Spike could see the white curtain brush lightly past the window. Water boiled for coffee for both himself and the whelp, he sat on the edge of the bed once more and watched as the boy slowly sipped at the nasty black brew.
Xander gagged at the taste of the liquid, hoping that he didn´t throw up again. With the thought that even the stuff Barney used to give him from Australia was better than the Alaskan home brand, he made a mental note to phone Barney and ask if it would be possible to send some up his way. He hadn´t been too impressed with the Nescafe blend 43 or something like that at first but he had developed a taste for it after being given a jumbo sized tin by his old boss one day. A quick glance at the vampire told him that the other man felt the same way. Weak smile plastered across his face, he thanked the blonde for his help in the bathroom and asked for his track pants and white singlet. Those handed to him, the brunette made the tortuous effort to get dressed.
A knock on the front door, brought the men out of their private thoughts. Xander, startled by the sudden sound, cleared his throat and after a few false starts, asked who was there. Similtanious groans rebounded around the small bedroom when the answering reply was Stuart.
"Bit sick here Stuart, are you able to come back at all?"
"No, Got your mail and something from Steph at the chemist, only take a minute or are you doing some "homo" thing?" came the curious voice.
Xander rose slowly out of the bed and crept towards the front door, opening it to reveal a black toothed Stuart clutching a bundle of envelopes and a cardboard box with holes poked through it. Mail taken from the ferret like man, he indicated at what was in the box. Stuart handed it gently to the curious man, stating that it was one of the last kittens left at Steph´s house and that it was now theirs. Shocked as to why someone he didn´t even know let alone had met before would thrust a small fluffy creature at him, he gaped at the grinning delivery man.
"Steph´s pregnant and the doc told her that she can´t be around cats due to her allergy, you know she swells and stuff around fur. Being knocked up, she can´t take them pills that make her alright." laughed the rotten toothed male. "Everybody´s taking one until the baby is out, like I said, It´s the last one left and she was gettin desperate to find a place for this one." "But, but! I mean, why me and Spike?" asked the still in shock younger man, having a sneaking suspicion that it was due to his now "out" status.
A suspicion confirmed when Stuart replied that because they were both, you know "fags", they were probably good with cats and decorating. With that, the balding man left a stunned Xander standing on the front porch. Coughing behind him and the squeaks from inside the box, brought him back to reality. Box shoved at a startled vampire who had felt the tiny heartbeat continue after the other man had left, had come out to see it was all just a horrible joke played upon them by a bunch of ignorant arseholes.
~ Well then, apparently not. What the hell do I do with this and why is the whelp so upset, I´m the one fucking standing in a room holding a creature that i wouldn´t even have snacked on before this sodding chip! ~
One hand gripped around a struggling black kitten, he sat on the couch, swearing to himself when he remembered that his coffee was still in the bedroom. Leaving the squeaking kitten on the floor, Spike walked back to the bedroom and lay down next to the younger man who was surprisingly laughing to himself.
"I..I thought that Alaska would be quiet, nothing to do but nooo, never possible is it?" stomach forgotten for the moment, the boy had tears streaming down his face. "Lets see shall we? First, I meet another demon because my *boyfriend* needs blood to survive, get advised to come *out* of the closet, do this and get punched and a nickname that I have no idea of what it means, find my *life partner* being intimidated by a fellow work mate, proceed to punch this fellow work mate in the effort to prove that I´m not a limp wristed fag, go to a weird auction while hanging around with the two Fijians one of whom is the original demon and two new chinese ones and finally we get a helpless animal foisted onto us because obviously being gay, we are both good with fluffy creatures."
Spike had also cracked up during this monologue that had spouted forth from the still laughing boy. He hadn´t been too worried himself about being thought of as gay, most vampires swinging both ways and only a small percentage having a preference when it came to choosing bed partners. The blonde fully admitted that he was an equal opportunist when it came to sex. Female wasn´t willing, then a male would do or vice–versa. He was however, pleased that the boy was taking it so well and he continued to laugh until a hot slap stopped him. Hurt blue eyes took in the sight of the brunette just sitting on the bed looking at him.
"This is all your fault you know? Everything. The Iniative thing, the claiming, the move here, me being labled a faggot." said the boy ever so calmly, the surrounding air being the only one to betray the anger radiating off the younger man. " With that fucking kitten, it looks like everyone knows now, doesn´t it?"
"What was that? I didn´t *hear* you say anything, thats right, you depend on me now don´t you?"
Head nodding while he could see the whelps fists ball up in readiness to punch him, Spike was somewhat relieved that the beating was finally going to happen. The odour coming off the whelp for the entire week of not speaking to him had confused him a lot, he had been sure that he was going to receive a beating but when day after day it hadn´t eventuated, he had broken down into tears almost every waking hour until the boy had shouted at him to drink his blood. Even while not speaking to him, he had still been fucked by the boy.
PUNCH
"Yep, you rely on me. Take my money that I earn, eat the food that I buy, drink that fucking blood that *I* buy with *my* money all the while you just sit at home on your arse watching that fucking tv and occasionally when you decide that you feel like it, you cook a dinner." The quiet words were nicely spoken with a smile on the brunettes face.
PUNCH, SLAP
~ Sorry pet, give me something to do and I´ll fucking do it alright? Just don´t hurt me, I´m sorry! ~
Still smiling, Xander in between punches and slaps told the vampire that he had better not disappoint him with the woodwork course, that he didn´t want his money going to waste, that the blonde had better find a job during the winter or he could expect more of his current treatment.
The vampire on his back on the floor with Xander punching him, thought desperately of who to ask for a job, groaning in pain when a slap made contact with the chipped side of his head. He still hadn´t told Xander about the white light and he was fairly sure that this wasn´t going to be the right time.
All action suddenly stopped, the blonde was pulled into a solid grasp as the heaving boy rested the bruising sore body of the vampire against his hot chest saying over and over that he was sorry and that it really wasn´t his fault.
~ Your the prick that claimed me, it´s your fault this has all happened not mine. For once this is not my fault ~
Wishing that he could scream that for everyone for miles around to hear, he settled for snuggling into the larger clasp and listening to the boy tell him why he hadn´t spoken to him for the week before. Apparently, the claiming had been regretted by the boy and the week had been taken up by him thinking about what the two were now immersed in for the next two years. Tears made their pink tinged way down the vampires face as he was told that his claimant regretted his actions.
~ Not fair! Why did this happen to me? Didn´t ask for it, want the boy. Want him to love me ~
Xander,instead of yelling and slapping more at the blonde when he saw the tears, reassured the almost hysterical male with a few words.
"You are mine. You will always be mine until either I die or your dusted, it´s just taken me a while to get a real handle on this. I mean we are well away from the Hellmouth now and things are still weird?"
Face rubbed against the hot chest, Spike felt himself calming down the more the boy told him that he belonged to younger man.
"What the hell do we call the cat?"
27 October 2000
Friday 4.30 pm, The Vestal Gardens
Spike was not enjoying himself so far. It was his first shift as a general pot washer in the restaraunt owned by Mi Wai and Quong De. Half an hour into the washing process and he was already certain that he would be having "dish pan hands" no matter what his vampire biology said about it. Letting his mind drift, he thought about what had happened during the earlier week. As soon as Xander had set off for work the next Monday morning, he had been on the phone to Lukas, letting it ring 3 times before hanging it up. The phone had rung a few minutes later, disconnecting after 3 rings itself.
Jittery until the Kava demon had turned up at his front door, Spike had paced the small cabin all the while trying not to trip over the black bundle that followed him up and down, attacking his feet. The demon had taken one look at his mostly healed face, and had asked what was going on between both him and the boy. A few coffees later, with Lukas apologising for not bringing beer or even kava, the story had come out in bits and pieces.
Highly humiliated, the vampire had been afraid the other demon would laugh at him. The dark man had however said nothing about the many skimmed over parts to what was the most interesting story he had ever heard of. He hadn´t been surprised when the other man indicated that he knew about the chip from Willy. The blonde guessed that it was just one more person to feel sorry for him. Lukas did however demand to know how the human had ended up claiming him. Spike told him in a few words that it had actually been the safest thing for him back in Sunnydale, he just hadn´t been aware of the boy´s violent tendencies until it had been too late and even if he had known, there would have been nothing that he could have done to prevent it.
Nodding at the words, Lukas had sat there looking at the vampire wondering himself just how a Master Vamp had gotten into the position he was now in. He knew all the ins and outs of a claim, one of his cousins was the adored of a local Master Vampire back in Suva and he was aware of just how a difficult position the smaller demon was in. The blonde hadn´t told him all the details like how he had come to have the chip or even staying in the boys basement but he figured what was done now, couldn´t really be taken back and from what he and the other men had seen at the party, the boy didn´t take his claiming lightly. A few minutes of silence led to the question of how Spike came to have the bruises on his face.
Sighing, the vampire replied that the boy was sick of him sitting at home while the brunette went out to work to pay for all the necessary items as well as the blood bags. The blonde was uncomfortable, he really didn´t want to discuss this with the other demon but it felt good to have a third party involved in a strange way. Lukas said no more for a good ten minutes, the men sitting there watching the kitten attempt to stalk the vampires feet. The silence had been broken by the dark man asking if the kitten was one of Steph´s kittens, seeing the nod for yes, he told the blonde that originally Steph had around 34 cats and kittens until she had gotten pregnant and that he also had a small ginger furball staying with him.
Coffee finished, the Kava demon had told the vampire not to worry and to leave it in the other man´s hands. Grateful smile overrode the embarrassment of being so helpless. He hadn´t however expected the session of slapping he had received from Xander that night after he had told the boy he had asked the Kava demon about a job. The first question had been if the other man had seen his now totally healed face, Spike had nodded without thinking about what the result would be. The brunette had been on top of him, punching him and calling him fucking stupid for letting someone see him. Screaming at him, the larger man told him never to do that again and to wait until he had healed totally before seeing someone or going somewhere.
Snort behind him bringing him back to reality, he loaded the dishwasher with the dirty pans brought in by the waitresses and commenced to put away the clean ones. Pans were steaming and the large white tiled kitchen was filled with the sounds of sizzling meat, vegetables and loud numerous voices shouting at each other in one of the few Chinese dialects he could both write and understand. He was so far only going to be working Thursday, Friday and Saturday nights at the Gardens. The two half breed demons he had met the previous Saturday night had agreed to hire the vampire on the proviso of him later being taught how to cook in case one of the regular cooks got sick during the winter, something that happened often with the new staff that had just been hired for the beginning restaraunt, also happy in the fact that they could now take the ad out of the local paper that was asking for a kitchen junior. They were happy because they wouldn´t have to pay the vampire award rates due to the fact he didn´t have a tax number.
Turning at the sound of his name shouted in Chinese, Spike was beckoned over to a bench stacked high with the vegetables he had washed pretty much as soon as he had stepped through the door. Briefly shown how the head cook wanted them cut, the vampire nodded and sat on the stool provided, taking off the thin gloves he wore in case he came into contact with the garlic that was pretty much prevelant through out the white tiled room. The gloves weren´t really much use, the water had just poured over the top of them, basically drowning his fingers in smelly oily water as he had rinsed the plates before stacking the dishwasher.
The smell of the garlic didn´t bother him and he admitted that he actually liked the odour as it cooked in the immensely hot woks, it was the welts and itchy skin it left if he actually touched it that bothered him. God only knew what would happen if he should happen to ever swallow some by accident. Carrot grasped in one slender hand, he proceeded to grate the skin off the orange vegetable as fast as he could with a weird little white plastic thing. Carrots all done, he started cutting them in to little rounds with the zucchini cut in small sections and then into sticks.
This he continued to do all night in between sessions of dish rinsing and dishwasher loading. Xander was let into the kitchen as he put the last of the dishes away. The look of pride in the chocolate brown eyes was worth the whole humiliating evening. Handed a green tea, he smirked at the boy´s expression as he tried the lightly flavoured liquid. He drank his own down as the brunette tried asking one of the waitress´s why it was called a green tea if it wasn´t green. Both men herded out of the kitchen with plastic containers full of left over special fried rice and what looked like black bean beef, they exited through the back door and walked to the small car park where the commodore was parked.
Back home, the men climbed into the shower after feeding the still un–named bundle of fluff that had leapt at them from the back of the sofa, a favourite place already for the kitten to sleep. Holding each other as the warm water coursed down their bodies, the soft kisses rained upon the shorter mans face went a long way to soothe his battered emotions. Turned around gently so that he faced the corner, Spike thrust back eagerly as the blunt fingers of the larger man started to loosen him. Bath oil spread over his fingers, Xander moaned into the pale nape of the vampires neck as he wiggled his two digits inside of the gasping male. Inserting a third finger turned the gasps into soft groans, encouraging the brunette to speed up his thrusting.
Pulled out with a wet slurp, he shakily coated his own cock with a little of the oil and lined himself up with his head brushing against the loosened muscles. Short firm push saw him buried half way into the blonde, both males taking a moment to savour the pleasure. Another firm push teamed with a thrust back had the larger man entirely sheathed by the cool body. A slow motion of thrusting and pulling back combined with the wriggles of the blonde had the steamy room filled with harsh panting and soft moans.
Spike was meeting every thrust with a push back of his own until he felt something on his painfully erect cock that he knew wasn´t his own hand. Eyes snapped open in fright that either a spider or the kitten had made his penis their playtoy, he was astounded to see the fingers of his claimant hesitantly brushing against the marble skin. Resisting the urge to force the warm hand around his hard cock, the vampire knew that with even a few more brushes, that he was going to come. As he felt Xander speed up, signalling his own release, the vampire came across the shower wall.
His hand close to the other mans penis so that his fingers brushed against it on every thrust and withdrawl, Xander was curious as to how it would be if he one day gave the vampire a hand job. The brushing of his fingers across the satiny smooth cool skin was interrupted when he felt the solid flesh jerk and twitch. Feeling his fingers coated in thick liquid, he was slightly horrified to realise that it was vampire cum and he was actually aroused by it. With one last thrust, he shot his hot load deep into the smaller mans bowels and pulled out. Still holding his hand out in contemplation, he was shocked speechless when the blonde gently took his hand and licked his coated hand clean in long slow strokes.
Somewhat stunned at the new thoughts racing through his head, the brunette let the demon lead him to the bedroom after they had towelled themselves off. In bed with the vampire wrapped firmly in his arms, he went to sleep with the sound of purring next to his ear. Thinking that the kitten had sneaked into bed with them, he drifted off oblivious to the fact that the kitten was softly snoring on the back of the couch.
