Channel Alaska 14 – 17
28 October 2000
11.32 am
Joyce,
Got the biscuits you sent me and the whelp. Tasted really good mixed with the usual tea, you know the stuff my kind likes. Winter is now pretty much on us, cold all day and worse at night. Got the wood heaterfired almost every day now, bloody dirty thing. The yokels are full of themselves about telling the boy and me about how this is so far a "mild" winter, I sneer when I can. The jacket is coming in useful. Some bint foisted a kitten on us, it´s sodding well useless so far and just craps and eats. The night is becoming longer and I´m pretty much getting off on that. You going to send more biscuits? If you write again, I will drop you another little note.
Your favourite blonde.
Spike sighed and looked at what he had written, it was the third try and it still didn´t look any good. He wasn´t the writer in the family, Angelus was and if he had been the one answering the letter sent by the Slayer´s mother, it would probably take an elephant to tow it across the states as well as a few poncy drawings of the local scenery. Dru would have probably have told the stars to wave a reply to Joyce.
The whelp in question was still in bed, both taking advantage of the weekend and angsting over having touched another mans penis. It had been *very* nice to finally have another hand on his dick apart from his own, the boy still had a long way to go before really accepting his sexuality. The vampire was hoping that step by step, the brunette would come to see that touching another male´s cock wasn´t all that bad. He wasn´t going to hold out too much expectation, he was the bottom in this relationship and while it wasn´t unknown for a sub to fuck the dom occasionally, it was always done with extremely explicit orders and the sub was almost always in some way restrained by the dom, be it by leash or tied spread eagle across a bed with the top straddling the others cock.
He knew that Xander was a back door virgin, he still practically screamed the scent at him whenever the boy got horny. Angelus had only ever let him fuck him once and that was with his Grandsire Darla looking on, it had been the anniversary of her turning and his Sire had wanted to give her something special. The only male Angelus ever submitted to was the Master and that had only been on direct orders from either his Sire Darla or the Master himself. His Grandsire had never been allowed to watch her Sire and her Childe together and had been constantly curious about how Angelus took it. Darla, knowing how much her Childe hated another male taking him, had never really pushed him to perform for her. She had been delighted and nice to Spike for the whole next day as a reward for giving her a precious anniversary.
The boy, whom he could still hear arguing with himself as to why it wasn´t bad to give another male a hand job as opposed to why it was completely wrong, would probably never let it get that far. Maybe a handjob every now and again and if he was really lucky, even a blowjob, after all Angelus had gone down on him a fair number of times during their time together if only to display his dominance by not allowing the younger vamp to come until the older male felt like it. Briefly thinking that he should introduce rimming into the relationship, Spike wondered if the brunette would do that even.
Mind slipping straight back down memory lane, he recalled the only time he had dived into his Sire. He had been all prepared for an extremely tight fuck, Angelus hadn´t been requested by the Master for months. All oiled up and hard as a rock, Spike or Will as he had been known as then, Will had started to push in as gently as a vampire knew how until it had dawned on him that Angelus hadn´t been turned a virgin in either sense. It was a strange irony that when a vampire was turned a virgin, even though they may be an absolute whore in the bedroom and go through a clan a night, they would still put off a faint odour of virginity. The odour returning to the body as it rebounded into the original tightness. You had to get up really close to smell it though.
There were 3 distinct virgin smells. A sweet, almost rose like scent for a female who was a total virgin as opposed to the muskier, heavy sharp tang that was left in the virginity still to be plucked from an arse fucking and vice versa. In a male, it was a heady scent of what smelt like wood that had been newly rained upon. A scent that pretty much smacked you in the face. A male who had screwed numerous partners still put out the scent if he hadn´t taken it up the arse, ever. Once turned, these smells were still present but in such diluted amounts, they only made themselves known if you were either having sex or sitting beside the vamp in question for a marathon sitting session of at least 40 hours. Adored´s were different, they constantly smelt virginlike if turned as one even if not aroused. It was something that, when asked why, Angelus hadn´t been able to answer and Spike hadn´t found an answer to it in the watchers book either.
He had been momentarily stunned not to find the scent as he could see that his Sire was aroused by having Darla watch them, and after thrusting into Angelus easier than expected, he had come to the realisation that his Sire´s cherry had been plucked early and by someone who had done it often enough to cause some major permanent damage for him to be so loose, not as tight as a vamp that had been arse fucked a few times and then turned. Will had almost wilted when he realised that his own arse would have been the same, if not looser if he had stayed home that night, so many years before. It was the fact that he had been allowed into his Sire that had him all eager again and he had commenced to put on a great show much to the appreciation of Darla.
It had been in the early hours of the following morning that he had been woken by his Sire sitting on his bed, just absently stroking his long dark hair from his forehead. Angelus, an odd sad look in his dark eyes, had said nothing about the way his Childe had tried to take it slow and easy for him in direct opposition to the commands Darla had moaned out while squirming in the chair beside the bed. His Sire had finally had to tell Will to obey his Grandsire´s demands. Nothing was ever said about that night and it had never been repeated, much to Will´s disappointment.
In a decision that saw the letter to Joyce sealed in an envelope and addressed in scrawled almost old fashioned black writing, Spike pushed the memory back into the furthest corner of his mind and got up from the couch to make coffee´s for himself and the whelp. Twatcat followed the vampire in the hopes of getting some of the pale yellow stuff that her "mother" had started giving her. Her "mother" being the one who squeaked and purred with her when "warm" wasnt around.
Hearing the following rapid heartbeat, the blonde pulled a cheese slice out of the fridge along with the milk and proceeded to give the yellow eyed kitten a few pieces before eating the rest himself while he waited for the kettle to boil. Once the kettle whistled, he turned off the gas burner and filled the two mugs, stirring the milk into the nasty black brew that they still both drank while waiting for Barney to send up a large tin of the Australian coffee.
Careful not to tread on the black fluff that was trying to climb up his legs, Spike hissed as one of the claws penetrated the loose grey track pants and into his pale skin while taking a coffee into the now silent bedroom.
Xander started to laugh as Twatcat swung off the track pants that the vampire was wearing as he was handed a mug of noxious smelling coffee. Eyeing the blonde as he downed the brew, he wondered just what the other man had thought when he had kept brushing his fingers along the cool organ the night before. He knew that the other man had heard his debate with himself before and he wasn´t too sure how to go about even iniating a hand job, the pro side having eventually won on the compromise of if he didn´t like it, he wouldn´t have to do it again. Cat thrown onto the bed by a disgruntled vampire, Xander ignored the kneading fluffball and continued to laugh at the pout on the blondes face who was gesturing at the scratch on his leg that was already beginning to heal.
Coffee placed on the floor beside the mattress, the brunette opened his arms for the smaller man to crawl into as he continued to pout and flutter his eyelashes at the younger man.
"Looks nasty. Might just have to kiss it all better."
~ Yeah pet, kiss it and while you there, kiss something else too! ~
Smirk overriding the pout, the vampire started to laugh his soft grunts as the whelp pretended to study the now totally healed leg.
"Don´t know, I think the leg has to come off. Wait there, I have to go and get a teaspoon and saw it off"
said Xander, laughing harder at the sight of the vampire being dived upon by an all claws extended black dynamo. The kitten had taken a real shine to the blonde after spending a few days with the demon. Spike had finally suggested the name of Twatcat to Xander who had agreed in good humour after he had found out what twat had meant. The word twat was apparently a nickname for "pussy", that in itself a crude term for female sexual organs in England and they had both laughed long and hard at the thought of coming home to a "little pussy" hence the name Twatcat.
Kitten pulled off the gasping in laughter blonde and was deposited on the floor before galloping across the floorboards in search of something to stalk and hassle.
The leg of the vampire was now being covered in soft wet kisses. A loud raspberry later complete with more laughing from the two males and they started to calm down all the while looking into each others eyes. Xander hesitantly put both of his hands on the waistband of the track pants worn by the blonde, gently tugging down the tenting pants. Spike, lying on his back while the whelp knelt on the bed in between his spread legs, had a sudden fear that the whelp was going to try and fuck him like a woman. He knew why he hated that particular position. It was one that male prostitutes used to assume when servicing clients back in the days when he was still a human and the very thought of men doing it together and especially in a ´womens" position was a hatred that had carried over into his unlife. In a weird Victorian quirk of law, homosexuality was banned and a major crime unless it was established by both parties that one had assumed the role of a woman, therefore it not being two men but a man and "woman", the client obviously having had no choice but to pick a male.
After learning what his mam had wanted to do to him when he was younger, he had gone to visit a whore house that specialised in male prostitutes out of a burning sick obsession to find out what he could have become. It wasn´t the thought of being with another male that made him ill, although that was quite revolting in itself, it was when the whore had stripped off and laid down with legs spread in a feminine way that had made him angry and appalled. He had left, running down the hallway while trying not to heave his dinner onto the expensive rugs. Later, back at his rented hovel, he had cried at the thought of how lucky he had been to escape that fate. He knew that most of the young boys who had been sold to rich county lords as playthings, ended up being sold back into whore houses when they had reached their use by date in the country. His slim body and blue eyes would have been in demand in a male brothel.
Even after being turned,it was a hatred of that position that had followed him. The whole male to male thing had gone to be replaced by an eagerness to be fucked by his Sire. His absolute determination not to be screwed in that position had led to him sometimes being beaten unconscious, only to wake up and find himself being taken like a woman by his bastard of a Sire. Of course if the whelp decided to take him that way, he wouldn´t be able to do much about it except kick and struggle until either he set the chip off, was tied down or was beaten unconscious.
Xander saw the look of panic being replaced by an expression of pure determination. Wondering just what the hell had happened, the brunette let go of the track pants that were half way down the blondes legs, exposing a rapidly wilting cock. Stunned, the boy sat back on his heels and watched as the vampire pulled up the pants, got up and walked from the bedroom and sat on the couch.
~ Don´t care if I love you Xanny, not going to let you do it this way. Stake me if you want, but I *won´t* be a woman for anyone! ~
"Spike? What the hell happened back there, what´s wrong?"
The brunette sat down on the couch next to the bleached blonde, his own emerging hard on now completely gone. Hand gently rubbing up and down the cool thigh. He didn´t know what was wrong, this was the first time that the smaller man had denied him anything. Surprisingly, he wasn´t angry. The panicked look had made his stomach crawl, if he had been angry, it was pretty much accepted but he had only been going to attempt his first handjob, not kick the shit out him.
"I wasn´t going to hurt you, I was...you know..um,..I want to touch you. I want to feel your cock."
Lip bitten, Xander sighed when the vampire shook his head.
~ I didn´t know that was what you wanted, sorry pet, but I´m really not in the mood now. Don´t think I can get it up at the moment even with you touching me. ~
Being fucked like a woman never got him hard, and when threatened by Angelus with it, it was never an easy thing to get him ready to fuck anything for at least a few hours and after a particularly horrible night with his Sire screwing him for hours in the attempt to get him used to doing it that way, it had taken him a few days before he had wanted to do anything. His Sire had eventually given up trying to make the younger vampire like it and had reserved it for punishment.
"I thought that you might like me to touch you. You don´t want me to?"
Hand on his thigh moving to just beside his crotch, radiating heat, was doing nothing to arouse him. It might as well have been cut off, that was how dead he was feeling at the moment. Smelling a tiny waft of annoyance from the boy, Spike thought about just going down on the boy and not bother to explain what had made him deny his claimant.
"Please tell me Spike, I *want* to know what gave you a case of the old Foster´s Flop back there, you´ve never done that before."
~ Sod it all! Might as well just have a fucking sex change and spend the rest of my days watching that Oprah bint. I can´t believe I´m going to tell the whelp. ~
Blonde head nodding at the boys demand, the vampire reached for the note pad and pen that were placed permanently on the wobbly coffee table. Silence filled the room, the only sounds being two heartbeats and a dripping tap in the kitchen, as the smaller man wrote for almost half an hour in the spiral bound book.
Xander wondered just what story he would get this time. It seemed like every time Spike wrote for longer than 10 minutes in one of the little pads, something was going to come up and bite them on the arse. Almost finished with his tale, the demon tacked on a last sentence of "Oh yeah, at Mac´s party, I grabbed onto you that time because when I had a nasty thought involving a head mounted on wall, I had a white light flash behind my eyes and that is the first time it has happened since that time in the crypt.
The many pages handed to the curious brunette, Spike got up and un tangled Twatcat from the curtain that was threatening to adjust itself onto the floor. He wasn´t worried about the sun as it was almost 3 pm and it was already starting to get a little dark, the storm that was brewing outside helping ease the first time winter onto the men.
"Jesus Christ, just how much more emotional baggage is left to come? Oh and your *mother* is..um..was a bitch!"
Completly agreeing with the pacing brunette, he waited for the next question.
"Ok, now that´s said, what about this light thing?"
Shoulders shrugged, the two men stood and contemplated just what it could mean.
1 November 2000
7.38 pm
Dear Cordy,
Thanks for all the magazines you sent us, it must cost you heaps of money to send them. I don´t know if the Cosmo and Womens Health will be read but the others will be useful to go through in the snowed in days that are going to come up. How is the acting thing going? Glad you got that second audition for the toothpaste ad, your teeth are great, if only a little scary at times. (Ha Ha, don´t kill me, I´m only joking!!) You and short hair, I would never have thought to see the day and of course the photo does no justice to you. How did you get Broodboy into a green shirt? And why is Wes looking so drunk and finally we get to put a face to the name Gunn. Don´t know why you whinge so often about him, he looks reliable.
Job is going well, made lots of friends among a few disagreements. The state of Alaska is officially obsessed with Spam, almost every day now both me and Spike are getting recipes on how to make different things with the tinned yuck. And this Pilot bread stuff, you sooo don´t want to know what can be teamed with that. Let´s just say that pickled salmon is one of the nicest suggestions that we´ve had so far.
You know the auction I told you about when I called last week? Got invited to a marriage between Cyril and a hot looking Indian woman who had won him that night. Hit it off real well apparently. Lack of available women means that Spike is my "friend" in the invite. Don´t think I told you that he had actually got himself a job as an apprentice cook in the local chinese restraunt in Pennington. He hates it so far but with the cost of human during the summer, it´s going to take a lot more than my pay each week to supply the stuff. Thinking that my credit card will be running hot at the local post office.
Worked out that it´s going to cost at least $750.00 per month if he only has one bag every second day, Lukas suggested at least two on those days for the first winter. Finished the bank job and we have started a indoor recreation complex. Apparently Pennington is being advertised to all the rich people as being a fantastic summer holiday spot and by the amount of inquires about how fast a house can be finished, I believe that the bait is being taken. It´s weird to work in the darkness with only portable stadium lighting to give us some light.
Cold, it is now so cold that the heater is going non stop as soon as one of us is home. Ended up having to quickly knock up a wood pile box with a lid to keep it from getting wet. Spike ended up doing most of it as he only works three nights a week in the kitchen, came out pretty good too. He´s applied to the local college of Faribanks to do a course in woodwork while he is at home all day in spring and summer. Can´t believe just how domestic he is now. Remember how many times he tried to off us all? Ended up starting up a second bank account so that he could put his money in the bank, not much to buy around the mall.
Lets see, what else can I tell you that i didn´t when I talked to you last? The days are getting shorter, the Bleached Wonder is all happy and glowy at that. The cat is mental (wonder if Dru has been dusted and come back as a cat!), it insists on trying to rip great chunks of my leg hairs out and all I can say is that it does hurt. Don´t know how you girls put up with waxing? Finally met the woman who "gifted" us with the little brat. Steph is starting to show, she introduced herself when we were in the chemist last week. Really nice girl, looks a bit like a cat herself with the green eyes. Turns out that one of the guys I met at Mac´s house a few weeks ago is the father but it was a drunken fling to start with. Both taking the relationship slowly.
Ok, can´t think of anything else to say, so I will ring you next time in the office. Next week, around my time 6pm on Wednesday? Say hello to the Broody beast and the others. Take care of yourself.
Thanks for everything. Xander and Spike.
Xander wondered if getting a fantastic blowjob from your current "boyfriend" while writing to your ex–girlfriend was wrong. With a hope that it wasn´t, he put the finished letter down as his heavy sac was sucked into a cool mouth, a small finger was run along the sensitive patch of skin just behind his balls.
"Ooohhh, that´s it. Keep going"
Moaned the hard boy. The sight of the bleached head bobbing up and down in his crotch was making him harder than he had first thought possible. Of course, the blonde being naked and down on his knees did have something to do with it as well. He could make out the well defined muscles moving underneath the white skin. The vampire wasn´t so much skinny as he was just slender and actually quite muscular for his size. His looks were deceiving, his size indicated no defined muscles at all. Xander had been surprised the first time that he had seen the pale form for the first time without the bruises adorning it. At that time though, he had still been in denial over being bi.
Feeling lazy, the brunette let the blonde do all the work instead of thrusting upwards to meet the coolness offered by the vampire. He sat back into the comfortable couch as he felt the tell tale tingle in his balls indicate that he almost ready to cum. Almost screaming as his thick member was deep throated and held with the one hand still rolling his balls, Xander laid both of his hand on top of the short soft hair, grunting in pleasure as the vampire vibrated his throat around the sensitive head. Cock released from the throat until just the head was left between the pale lips, he could feel his cock twitch and jerk. Sac tugged hard by a cool hand, the young man shot his cum into the waiting mouth of his companion.
"Good, soooo good! I want to touch you, your still hard" gasped Xander as his cock was cleaned off by a rough tongue. Grasped by his upper arms, Spike was helped off his knees and onto the couch next to the panting brunette. Gently pushed so that he lay on his back with legs spread, one foot on the floor and the other shifted so that it was between Xander and the couch, he was still very unsettled to be in this position even after the whelp had assured him repeatedly that he had no interest in doing him that way.
~ Don´t care how many beatings you give me, If you even give one hint of changing your mind, I´m locking myself in that bloody bathroom again! ~
Spike lay exposed to the boys hot gaze. Arms folded behind his head as instructed, he gave a shudder in excitement as he felt the heat of the boy´s hand engulf his already hard cock. The brunette had only touched his penis here and there hesitantly after the shower incident and the demon was almost beside himself in the anticipation of a full hand job. While the boy sat with one leg tucked underneath him, between the vampires spread legs, one hand was placed on the thigh of the leg that owned the foot on the floor. The heat coming from the boys large hand and fingers was getting to be unbearable. He still didn´t know how the boy could be so hot and not burst into flames at any minute. Grasp tightened around his cool shaft, he squeaked at the feel of a hot thumb rub over the weeping slit of his cock.
Desperately trying not to encircle one of his own hands around the whelp´s, he started to squirm into the slowly pumping hand. Xander had never felt anything so soft but hard at the same time. He had played with his own cock so many times before but the skin covering the cool organ was much silkier to the touch than his own. Staring down at the writhing male laid across the couch, he pumped and thumbed at the groaning mans shaft, only briefly touching the lightly haired ball sac here and there. He was getting excited again, he could feel himself hardening at the sight of the pale form thrusting up into his hand. Xander knew just how good it felt to do it when Spike gave him a hand job and from the small grunts and squeaks coming from the vampire, he apparently wasn´t doing too badly.
Spike was in heaven, it had been so long since another hand had been wrapped around his cock bar his own and he could feel his cum building already. Opening his eyes, he tried to get the boys attention that was focused on what was going on between the fingers of his hand that was pumping harder and faster. Without enough warning, cum shot over his chest, the couch and over Xanders broad chest and the hand still wrapped around his penis.
Shocked at how cool the vampires cum felt, the brunette continued to stare at the twitching softening organ enclosed in his hand. White fluid covered his hand, a few spurts had made contact with his chest. Gently laying the penis against a white thigh, he leant over the panting male to present his hand to the opening mouth. A tongue sneaked out of the fang filled mouth and ran itself along the sticky coated fingers.....
fang filled?
"Uh, Spike? Why do you have fangs when your not even in..um..game face?" asked the curious boy, delighting in the sensation of his hand being cleaned by a cool tongue, having his fingers alternately sucked into an awaiting orifice. Surprisingly enough, he wasn´t afraid of the long sharp teeth that had appeared as the vampire had opened his mouth to receive his sticky fingers. Careful not to cut himself, he ran a finger down one of the elongated eye teeth. With arms still tucked behind his head, the vampires eyes flew open again as he realised that the whelp was right.
~ Jesus Christ! One hand job and I´ve got fangs again, this is fucking great. Maybe after a few more and a good suck, I´ll get my whole face back? ~
Boy´s hand knocked away from his mouth, only briefly wincing at the buzzing sensations the chip sent around his scalp, he gingerly stuck his forefinger into his mouth and prodded at his two magically appeared fangs. Now sitting up with the brunette still between his spread legs, the vampire lurched forward and into the younger man´s arms as a blinding light flashed from behind his eyes.
Xander laughed as the bleached blonde shoved his hand away so that he could feel his teeth. He was pleased for the demon, he knew how much it stressed the other man not to be able to go into game face on will. He continued to laugh until the the blondes face went suddenly blank and he fell into his arms unconscious.
"Spike...Spike are you alright?" asked the worried boy. Giving the vampire a shake, he was alarmed at the way the head lolled around like it didn´t belong on the end of a neck. Hesitant to move the demon, he nether the less gathered the smaller man up and hefted him into the bedroom. The vampire had gained back his original turning weight after Xander had made sure that his adored had enough blood to satisfy him each day. He would never go over the weight he had been on the day he was turned but oddly enough, vampires could and did in some cases loose weight and even starve to death. He was now heavier than he looked, making Xander glad once again that his job kept him fit and healthy.
With the blonde laid down on the bed, he thought to himself that there was now no longer any other choice in what to do. The book he had stolen from Giles´ had given them no clue as what to do about the light. He only assumed that was what had made the vampire unconscious. Hoping that the older man was still awake, Xander rushed to the phone and punched in the required number.
1 November 2000
8.23 pm
Foot tapping as he waited for Giles or even Anya to pick up the phone as it rung continually down in the Californian household, Xander was hoping that the vampire wasn´t going to be out for much longer. It wasn´t as if he could take the blonde to the local doctor or even drive him to the major hospital in Fairbanks. The ex–watcher was the closest thing the demon had to a doctor at the moment and he was someone who was thousands of miles away.
"Come on, come on. Where are you G–man?" asked the agitated brunette. Almost screaming in relief as he heard the older mans voice, Xander got the greetings away as quickly as possible. Deliberatley ignoring the question of how they were coping with the cold, he stunned the watcher into silence as he was told of the first flashing light incident.
"He´s collapsed totally this time, I don´t know what to do? I´ve settled him down in our bed, I wrapped him in the doona and made sure he was warm before ringing you."
Giles on the other side of the line, tactfully kept quiet over the younger mans slip up over the sleeping arrangements. He knew that the cabin had two bedrooms, he had enjoyed the whole explanation from Xander, agreeing that the brunette should have squeezed the company for more before signing the contract. The thought of the vampire and his pseudo–son in the same bed together was a little disturbing to say the least. Asking what had been going on before the collapse got an explanation of the re–emergence of Spike´s fangs without even feeding.
Excited as to how it had happened, when he asked the boy how, all he got was a silence broken by a few um´s and ah´s.
Xander was stumped. Just what did he tell his former mentor? He didn´t want to inform the older man that he had given a vampire a hand job but if that was what lead to the teeth coming back and if that in turn lead to the collapse of the blonde, then the watcher needed the full story with as much left out as possible. Embarrassment and horror swallowed, but not gone, he asked if there was anybody else in the house with the the older man. Getting an answer of no, he proceeded to tell the ex–librarian of what lead to the unconscious state the vampire was now in. With lots of stuttering and embarrassed noises, he finally got the whole story out and waited for the screamed accusations of just how stupid are you and why are you taking advantage of someone who was now classed as disabled. When none came forward, he asked if the other man was still there.
Stating a yes, Giles was stunned by what the younger man had described. He would never have thought that Xander was in the least bit interested in other males, let alone a vampire but he thought that after all the time they had spent together both in the basement and apartment and now all the way in Alaska, maybe that was why Xander hadn´t had a female friend since Anya. Idly wondering if there was more to the move than just work prospects, he asked if he was being careful around the locals when he was in the company of the blonde vampire.
With a sigh at how much more embarrassment he was still to go through in one simple phone call, he told Giles all about the hard time he had been given about being single and how when he had come out to his work mates, it had actually made making friends with the other males a lot easier because he and Spike were no longer considered a threat. Xander could just imagine the furious glasses cleaning ritual going on in Sunnydale if he was to judge from the assorted polite English sounds being thrown at him. Prompting Giles with the question of what was going on with the blonde, he also asked for his sexuality to be kept a secret between them. Sagging in relief when the reply was a indignant "of course", he was told that Giles would really like to be able to see the vampire in question.
Out of sheer desperation, Xander threw a statement out of how he wished there was a spell that could be performed that would enable the other man to at least look at the bleached blonde. Silence met the statement as an idea formed in the other man´s head. Telling the youth that it might just be possible, he said that he would have to look in his books as he was sure that he had seen one that more or less fit the requirements.
"Thank god, if you need to have Will and Taras help, please don´t tell them that..you know..?" letting the question trail off, he knew that he really hadn´t needed to ask. After a hurried goodbye, he hung up the phone after asking the other man to ring back even if he didn´t find the spell, with any information that he could find out about Spikes condition.
Mind reeling that he had actually come out to the G–man, Xander walked back into the bedroom and lay next to the still unconscious blonde. After a few minutes of stoking the soft hair, he gently pulled the bedclothes from around the other male. Getting up to find some clean track pants for both himself and the vampire, Xander wondered at just how cold it was in the bedroom already and made a decision of maybe rearranging the cabin so that the bed was in the living area during the worsening winter. Dressed, he started making sure that he got the cool body clothed in the grey track pants and in an after thought, he put on one of the much hated flannel shirts he had bought the vampire as a joke one day on the smaller mans upper body. Re–wrapping the unconscious male in the thick doona, Xander walked back out and threw a few more logs into the continually going little heater.
Stepping back from the sudden flare of heat that was thrown off, he sat down on the couch and stared at the shadows that were being played against the wall. He really didn´t know what he would do if anything else went wrong with the vampire. It was so easy to forget that the other man was once hell bent on destroying himself and all his friends only a few years ago. He admitted to himself that he was really worried by what was happening to Spike, he was happy that the smaller man had his fangs back but at what cost? And would the rest of his game face come back and would that make him sick as well?
All those questions and more were twirling around his head and he knew that if Giles didn´t have an answer, he might just be forced to ask the blondes Sire and that was something that he really didn´t want to do. Until he had properly claimed Spike for his own, the Childe/Sire claim would override any objections that Xander could make if Angel decided to take the blonde away. They might not have an adored/claimant thing happening anymore but the Sire claim was still a valid one and could be used to force the younger vampire back into his Sires arms. Unless there was an adored/claimant on a vampire, then the Sire had every right to the Childe. Childer sometimes got out of unsavoury claims by other vampires that were not their Sire by actually goading their Sire into a claim fight in the hope of getting released and only having to spend a minimum of five years before being free again.
If all went well then their Sire won and if not, the current claimant won and the adored was back to square one. Xander had been astounded when he had read the written words provided by Spike, it was those words that had made him skip going to L.A. as well as the threat of Buffy visiting. Brought back to reality as the fire snapped and crackled, he sighed deeply and waited for the phone to ring.
2 November 2000
3.51am
Spike opened his eyes. Glancing around the dark bedroom, he looked for his claimant. A whine echoed through the cabin in response to both his headache and from not seeing the brunette. He couldn´t remember ever waking up without the younger man beside him or at least being given a hint of noise to his whereabouts. Nothing was to be heard except the crackling of the fire and two hearbeats. Two? Tears welling up in the relief of hearing at least the beating heart of the person he belonged to, the blonde unwrapped himself from the tightly wound doona. Quick sniff saw the tears dry up and pointed the way into the living room.
Slowly getting up, trying not to fall over at the sudden wave of dizziness, the vampire noticed that he was dressed in the flannel that he hated. Not worrying about it for once, he stepped out of the cold bedroom and made his way over to the couch on which the brunette was stretched out, asleep. Twatcat gave the smaller man a sleepy little mewl before closing her eyes and went back to chasing rodents that she had never before seen but instinct demanded that she do, she too stretched out on the back of the couch.
Spike looked down at the male stretched out before him, still clutching the portable phone to his chest. A warm wave flowed through his body, one he recognised as a feeling of love, one he used to get when he was with Dru. Gently shifting the heavy legs over behind him as he plonked himself down on the couch, the vampire tugged the phone from the lax grip and placed it on the coffee table in front of the brown couch. A frown lined his face as he spied one of his notebooks opened to a fresh page. Ignoring his pounding head, he picked it up and flicked back a few pages, reading what Xander had written down. By what was written the whelp could only have talked to the ex–watcher about his problem.
Strangely enough, he didn´t mind being talked about by the two men. He was pleased that the whelp had taken the time to contact the older man in an effort to help him. Feeling the warmth spread through him again, he continued to read what was written. Apparantly the librarian thought the human blood given to him by Lukas was what had kick started the healing process for his demon. It made sense, he knew that he was weaker than usual due to the diet of animal blood and had certainly healed a lot slower after the crypt incident than if he had been drinking human.
Excited, Spike wondered if he drank more human blood, if he would get his voice back as well as the rest of his game face that Giles thought he would if he continued to drink human. It had taken a few weeks for it to kick in but it had only been two bags and after more than a year of it only showing during feeding, he was more than happy to wait until the whole lot appeared without the lure of blood beneath his nose.
Written words continuing to be read, the vampire felt a heavy drop of his stomach as he read that the store owner thought that the damage the chip did to his brain was irreversable as he was still behaving overly emotional. Quite obvioulsy the whelp had told the other man pretty much everything if old Rupert suggested more handjobs by the boy. Now he had read everything there was to read. If old Stuffy advocated sex between a human and a demon in an attempt to stimulate more of the game face in coming out, then it looked like he could stop reading pretty much forever now. It could work, before the head bashing in the crypt, he had still been able to go into game face whenever he had wanted especially during sex.
Note book put down, Spike sighed at the continuing pounding as elephants tapdanced themselves across his brow. With a wonder if some paracetamol would help, he got up and made his way to the small stash in the bathroom. Smelling himself, he realised that the boy handn´t yet cleaned them up from the incident on the couch before his amazing woman like collapse. Snort echoing around the chilly bathroom, he rummaged behind numerous lube tubes in various flavours and grabbed the painkiller box. Two popped out into his small hand, he threw the box into the back of the cupboard and smiled at his non reflection in the bathroom mirror.
Pills popped into his mouth and swallowed with a grimace as one got stuck halfway down, he stripped off and turned the shower on. A second later found him jumping up and down as he was enveloped by icy fingers of cold while waiting for the shower to warm up. Second thought thumping him in the head, Spike quickly ran into the warmer common room and shook at the sleeping boy.
"Whaaa...oh! Oh, your´e up! Are you ok?" asked the suddenly anxious younger man, rubbing sleep from his eyes. Legs slung back over the couch, Xander stood up and wrapped his arms around the smaller naked man. Kiss planted firmly on the soft cool lips had them both moaning as it intensified. Dried cum from both their chests flaked off onto the red rug, eliciting an "ick" and a snort from them both. Hand grasped by a smaller hand, Xander let himself be led towards the steaming bathroom. Arms held out as he was stripped of his own flannel shirt and track pants, the brunette pulled the blonde close up against him, grinding their penises together. With a thought, the younger man pulled back and told the vampire that it was probably best not to tempt fate twice in one night and that he didn´t want the other man to collapse in the bathroom where he could do more damage to the chip.
Disappointed but understanding where the boy was coming from, Spike was also a little relieved as his headache was showing no signs of going away. The two men stood with arms around each other until the water cooled around them, forcing them to jump out in a hurry with towels wrapped around them. Laughing at the conversation retold to the vampire, they dried themselves off leisurely infront of the little potbellied wood heater. Spike was in hysterics, headache forgotten for the moment, as Twatcat had the brunettte leaping around the room as she tried to lick the moisture off his legs before he had the chance to dry them off.
Holding his stomach as it ached from laughing so much, the blonde wrote a quick question for the whelp to read. Xander calmed his own chuckling down and his face turned serious as he read the written question. He told the vampire about Giles being able to do a spell that had enabled him to see the stricken male in a scrying bowl of water, using one of the lighter´s Spike had left behind at the ex–watchers place as a focus beacon. Spike was impressed. He hadn´t known that the other man was up to that level in spell casting, the witches maybe. He might not be able to do any himself but his black princess Dru had prattled on enough about magic for him to be pretty well informed about most of it´s apspects. After almost a century together, he had been able to quote from memory what ever book Dru herself was using as a bedtime story that day.
He had never really gotten into it himself and you at least had to have a bit of talent to start with to enable you to do even the most simple things and Spike had not one iota of talent in a single cell of his body. He thought that the two witches would have been able to carry it off between them with not a problem as the spell drain would be halved but for the single man to do it himself, well that indicated a stronger than first thought talent.
Tapping at the written question, he indicated for the boy to answer him. Xander huffed and puffed for a good minute until he just told the smaller man that Giles had no idea of what was causing the flahses of light and that he thought that it was something to do with the dodgy chip still inside the demons head. The brunette saw the good mood of the blonde literally collapse under the uncertainity of what was going on in his brain. Vampire gathered tightly into his arms, he told the other man to just let it out. He couldn´t get angry at the crying man for being upset with what was obviously devestating news that he hadn´t wanted to hear. Xander hand´t wanted to know that Giles had no idea either.
Gently rocking the sobbing man in his arms, the larger man used all his combined strength and with his arms full of blonde, he heaved himself off the couch and strode into the bedroom where he lay weeping while Xander set the alarm clock to wake him up in time for work. Doona wrapped securly around them both, he stroked the soft bleached hair until he was sure that the smaller man had cried himself to sleep. The worried claimant lay beside his exhausted adored, thinking about the feelings that had reared their heads when the blonde had collapsed. Xander knew he wasn´t in love with the other man but what he was feeling went beyond just plain like and lust, he wasn´t sure what emotions were being played out in his confused mind but he would´ve liked to put a name to at least one of them. A sigh and he rolled over, spooning behind the cool body. One arm thrown over the smaller mans waist and the brunettte closed his eyes to try and grab some sleep before he had to get up for work.
