Channel Alaska 18 – 20
2 November 2000
3.51 am
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.
4 November 2000
7.38pm
Kitchen of The Vestal Gardens
~ Hate carrots, hate mushrooms and fucking zucchini ~
Spike thought to himself as he was yet again asked to hurry up with the cutting of the vegetables. He still hated the kitchen work and doing the dishes. Tonight however, he had been shown how to cut the meat into little strips and tenderise it before throwing it into a pan to soak up the essential ingredients for numerous dishes. He had finally discovered one joy about working, he could pound into dead cow strips all he liked and get paid for it. The vampire had fun getting some of his chip frustration out onto defenceless cuts of meat.
The head chef had been impressed with his skills at tenderising and had given him everything there was to bash with a meat mallet. What would usually take a human up to a few hours to get through had only taken Spike not even half an hour with his demon strength. The spare time was used constructivly by all putting their feet up for a round of coffee and green teas before the onslaught of phone orders, deliveries and in house orders.
Now however, there wasn´t really time to think as it was a full house. Most people were taking the opportunity to have a few more nights out before the winter set in with a vengeance and the cooks were getting through the vegetables almost faster than he could cut them. The blonde finished what remained of the hated carrots, getting up from the low bench stool and opened the fridge that was full of pans holding marinating cuts of meat. Requested pan grabbed in one hand, Spike made his way over to the waiting cook, Jian. Head nodding at what the tiny man was saying, he put the chopped pork down onto the bench beside him.
~ Mmmm, smells really good, wonder if it tastes better? ~
Actually interested in how to make Kong Pow pork, the vampire took no notice of where he placed his hands as he turned his body to face the head cook. A squeal reverberated around the large room as Spike clutched his rapidly swelling right hand and wrist close to his chest. Jumping around in agony while surrounded by people babbling questions of what had happened, he pointed repeatedly at the innocent bowl of crushed garlic that lay smashed on the grimy tiles. Literally dragged over to the huge sink by one of the waitresses, he held his arm out towards the cool water as it ran over his blistering hand and lower arm.
~ Ooowwww! Garlic, of all the things to dip into, it´s fucking garlic. Ouch, fuck! Bloody Hell, what´s next? Holy water? ~
Pain radiating through his fingers as he tried to move them, he hissed as he felt his chest begin to blister as garlic juice soaked through his long sleeved t–shirt. Pen and notebook fumbled for in his back pocket, the vampire attempted to write a request for ice and for Xander to be called so that he could go home, all the while abusing himself for not wearing gloves as soon as the veges had been finished. As much as he loved the smell of garlic, it was vicious to his breed. A smaller hand than his own took the notebook from him with a promise to call his boyfriend.
~ Be home Xanny, please? ~
~ So stupid, should have worn the gloves. Nothing like dicing with weapons each day is there? ~
A snort in surprise greeted the ice pack shoved up the front of his top. Looking at his hand and wrist properly for the first time now that the distraction of his chest was getting taken care of, Spike groaned as he took in the massive swelling that completely obliterated his wrist. His fingers looked like huge white sausages, covered in small blisters as his skin burned. Briefly wondering just what else could go wrong, he sighed in relief as he heard Helen confirm with Xander for the blonde to be picked up as soon as possible. The unhappy male had been worried that the brunette was out drinking with Mac and the rest of the work crew and that he would have been stuck at work until he was picked up after 11pm as usual.
With his hand still held under the water, he wondered if after this, he would have a job in the morning. He didn´t know if it was a good idea to stick around in a place that constantly dealt with an ingredient which could kill him if he ingested some by accident or got covered in enough of the stuff. Scraping noises behind him, he saw a large matronly woman drag the stool from the bench over for him to sit on while he waited for Xander to pick him up. Helen took his swollen hand in hers, poking and prodding at the sore flesh.
"Silly man, you should know that you have to keep away from the garlic. Watch where you put your hand next time, ok?" smiled Helen, wrapping the affected limb tightly in an effort to halt the swelling. Leaning closer to him, she told him to put his teeth away before the other´s noticed.
~I got fangs again? Haven´t had sex yet tonight, didn´t feel them drop though ~
Shocked, Spike ran his tongue over the dropped fangs. A huge smile on his face as he was able to retract them fully before flashing the owner´s wife a face full of fang. Helen laughed softly as she watched the process repeated for a few minutes, sharing in the joy that the fellow demon obviously felt. She was a bit confused as to why a vampire was so happy to be flashing his fangs at her but she wasn´t about to ask questions about this strange creature.
Arm wrapped firmly from elbow to wrist, the vampire felt stupid for fanging at the helpful Arg´nt Demon but he just couldn´t help himself. It looked like a mass of sudden stimulation was what was helping the demon recover his game face in addition to 3 days on full human blood, four bags each day. Xander had almost screamed his head off until he realised that Spike wanted to pay his own way, giving the demon enough for two bags and asking if Lukas would start a tab for the blonde. The Kava demon had been more than happy to float the vampire for a few weeks as long as he was paid on a regular basis, human blood being $50.00 per bag regardless of blood type.
Ignoring the sizzling sounds around him, he wrote Helen the question of him having a job the next day. Given the answer of yes, Spike was oddly pleased that he would be able to come back the next Thursday afternoon. It was now dark enough for him to walk the 40 minutes to the restaurant before he started at 4pm, not having to rely on Lukas to pick him up so that he could get to work on time with out frying. The blonde hated cutting the vegetables and doing the dish work but he had been genuinely interested in how to prepare the different sauces and finally cooking the combined lot.
He figured it was because his nose was so sensitive that he found that he could pick each individual ingrediant no matter how many dishes were currently being cooked at one particular time. These thoughts running through his mind as he tried to take his mind off the pain radiating down his right arm, Spike barely took any notice when Mary timidly waved a few containers in front of his nose.
Helen shouted across the kitchen, much to the amusement of the other´s, that his food didn´t contain any garlic so that he wouldn´t have to worry about his tongue swelling from kissing his boy. Snapped out of his thoughts, he took the offerings from Mary while leering at Helen. Soft giggling beside him, the vampire waggled an eyebrow at the teenager that made her scurry from the kitchen in mock fright. Lid taken off one, he took a small snort that identified the lack of garlic in the assortment of freshly cooked dim sims and spring rolls.
Excited, the slender man sat on the stool and waited to be picked up, watching the actions of the busy kitchen. He was sure that Xander was going to share in his joy of having fangs again, he hadn´t felt any other part of his game face arise but he hoped that it would only be a small matter of time.
~ Gonna give you a show whelp! Give you a fang blow job too if you´re lucky! ~
~ Owww! I´m sorry for being so stupid, just stop with the hitting alright? ~
His head being repeatedly smacked into the car window, Spike wondered if the brunette was going to rip out some of his hair, his fist being clenched so tightly around his blonde locks.
"What the fuck is wrong with you? We can´t afford for you to be doing idiot things like that" snarled the angry youth as he stopped bashing the blondes head against the rattling window and instead started to shake the smaller man as hard as he could. Xander was annoyed beyond belief. He had been relaxing at home by himself for once, watching the some movie on the tv and eating the chocolate bars he had become addicted to, when Betty had called and asked him to pick up his boyfriend due to a workplace accident.
Still uncomfortable with the gay tag, he had none the less rushed straight out with images of a finger less Spike running through his head. Worried all the 20 minute drive to the restaraunt, he had sped as fast as the icy road would let him, dashing out from the hastily parked car only to be confronted by a smirking vampire happily flashing a face full of fang in his direction. Momentarily stunned to see the fangs being dropped and retracted repeatedly, he had asked the manager what had happened to the blonde that required him to go home. Xander had felt his temper start growing as Helen explained about the accident and the inability of Spike to now use his right hand due to the reaction to the garlic.
Thanking the short plump woman with a wide smile plastered on his face, he had said nothing to the vampire until they had gotten in the car and driven out of Pennington, stopping along the deserted road covered in soft powdery snow. Temper now at it´s peak, he had ordered the other man out of the car and had waited until the bleached blonde was beside him before punching him onto the ground. Hands wrapped around the soft hair, he had dragged the other man to his feet, smacking his head repeatedly into the car frame all the while asking if this is what he had to do to ensure that the vampire would learn to use his brains next time.
"You do not stick your hand in a bowl of garlic, what did the chip do? Make you a complete retard?" sneered Xander as he let the smaller man drop to the ground in tears. "You can shut the crying up as well, I´m not interested in it."
~ Like I can help it! It´s hard not to cry when you belt the shit out of me. ~
Spike stayed where he was on the ground, jeans getting wet from the snow, he had learnt to let the other man pace up and down with no distractions. He understood that the brunette was lashing out in anger but mostly worry about what would happen if he lost the job at The Vestal Gardens. It had been sheer luck and demon contacts that he had gotten that job, nothing else apart from storeroom packer in the local pharmacy had been going. The vampire had tried to write a squiggly explanation for the boy, handing it to him had only resulted in the notebook being flung out of the still moving car.
Now with the car parked in an odd angle on the side of the main road between Pennington and Fairbanks, Spike hoped that Xander would calm down quickly as he was getting to hate the feel of cold wet jeans. Tears running down his face, he once again berated himself for being lazy and not wearing the gloves Helen had provided for him once he had finished the vegetables. Emitting a squawk as a large hand wrapped around his ear, the vampire was lifted from the ground and roughly shoved towards his side of the car by the still seething male. Quick wipe of the face and he belted himself into the passenger side of the white Commodore.
Xander heavily plonked himself into the drivers side, inserting the key and letting the engine rumble into life. Car engine warming, he lifted a hand towards the blonde.
SLAP!
"I thought I told you to shut them up?"
~ Yeah, that´s right, you did. I´ll stop them just for you, alright?~
Quick nod, trying to ignore the stinging cheek, Spike wiped hurriedly at the falling tears. Annoyed with himself, he sniffed in the boy´s general direction, hoping to scent some of the anger disappearing. Arm held stiffly across his middle in the attempt of not banging it against the car interior as the the vehicle lurched it´s way onto the road, he detected the increasing worry overriding the initial anger. The inevitable apology was coming any minute now.
"I´m sorry that I slapped you, my temper gets the better of me sometimes, you know that?"
~Oh look! Right on cue that one was, gee Pet, your getting better at timing this stuff~
"Please don´t lose this job ok? The bills are starting to come in and we need to buy another woodpile, I can´t afford everything on my own."
A sigh and another nod in the brunettes direction as the other man went on to ask if he would be more careful at work next time and did his hand hurt too much?
~ Going to swallow a jar of the stuff next time just for the fun of being belted around, of course it fucking hurts, you Dickhead ~
The car slowly coming to a halt alongside the road again, Spike suddenly worried that the boy had heard his thought. Looking over towards Xander, he wondered what had caught his wondrous gaze. After a brief hesitation, he got out of the car and stood next to the brunette, staring in wonder a the display of coloured lights being played across the sky. They had both seen the remarkable display dancing above the earth before but this was the first time they had seen the rare red lights. Following Xander´s move, he scrambled onto the cold car roof and sat next to the youth.
One arm flung around the slender shoulders, Xander pulled the blonde closer to him so that he was snuggled firmly against the broader chest. Both wearing their gifted check jackets, they sniggered at the white cloud that came only from the brunettes mouth. Staring at the display of natures artwork while protectively embraced against his claimant persuaded the vampire to forget about his bruised scalp and cheek.
Finally the cold creeping into their backsides was too hard to ignore as was Spikes wet jeans. Reluctantly they climbed back into the car and headed off towards their cabin again. Car parked alongside the box that housed the nearly gone woodpile, Xander kissed and nibbled at the blonde as they made their way into the cabin. The bruises already mostly gone due to quick healing, the smaller man responded with passion as both males clothing was stripped off in the still warm bedroom. Inbetween tripping over the discarded clothing and playful kitten, they continued to kiss and fondle each other until Spike was positioned on all fours by a panting brunette.
Hearing the pop of the lube container being opened, the vampire wiggled his backside at the younger man enticeingly, moaning when he felt slick fingers start to prepare him. All too soon the magic digits were replaced by larger, hotter organ. Rocking back to meet Xander´s hard thrusts, Spike panted in delight, thankful that he was now used to most of the rough treatment during sex that the brunette liked to dish out. Almost knocked off balance due to harshness of the thrusts that were speeding up, the vampire was concentrating on keeping his position when he felt a warm hand encircle his hard cock.
Alternately moving backwards and then forwards so that he was thrusting into Xanders pumping fist, he could feel himself almost ready to cum.
Roaring, Xander shot deep into the vampires bowels, only seconds later finding his fist holding a jerking penis. Hand covered in cool cum, he moaned as his limp cock slid out of the tightness when the blonde turned to start licking his cum coated fingers. As weird as it seemed, he found himself wondering what vampire cum tasted like. Hesitantly, he pulled his finger´s out of the fanged mouth and lowered his mouth to the panting blonde´s.
Slowly at first, the two men tasted the cool essence flowing between them. Xander didn´t know what it tasted like exactly, it was slightly salty and actually had a hint of garlic but it wasn´t entirely unpleasant and had hints of other flavours mixed into it. Kiss deepening, he lay the vampire lengthways in the tangled sheets, lying next to the cool body.
Continuing to kiss and explore the other mans white body, he played with the sensitive nipples, eliciting small noises of longing. Oddly pleased that he was the one to ensure the noises being made, Xander traced his forefinger along the cheek he had slapped at earlier, noting that the bruise was almost gone. Thought pushed out of his mind for the minute, he touched and stroked the cool body entirely until sleep caught up with them later that night following another round. Spike watched as the boy´s breathing deepened, signalling the capture of dreams. He wasn´t upset over the beating he had received earlier and the sex had been great especially the kiss in which the whelp had finally tasted vamp cum for the first time, he was still upset over being called a retard by the boy. He knew that he shouldn´t let it get to him and before the chip there was no way it would have but it hurt to be called names and when his claimant did it even out of anger, it hurt even more.
Ignoring the pain in his bandaged arm and hand, the vampire rested his head against the broad warm chest and closed his eyes in an attempt to get some sleep.
15 November 2000
10.43 pm
Spikes point of view
Here I am, sitting on the floor. Huddled into a corner trying not to cry anymore while the whelp is screaming and kicking at me to make sure that I understand that I have to stop. Or else. I would love to ask what else means but he would probably just stake me to make a point. Yeah, his temper is getting that bad.
Ooomph. That one really hurt. Damn it, I can´t stop these bloody tears.
Little shit found out today what Baxter meant. Backs to the wall boys, here comes Xander. Baxter. Needless to say someone wasn´t a happy little munchkin, especially when all I could do was laugh at him. Seriously, the look on his face was priceless.
Oh god, I think he´s broken a rib. Please stop, you´re hurting me.
We were at Fitzy´s place knocking back a few beers and playing cards while watching the local ice hockey team stuff up tapes. Didn´t really think that ice hockey would be a sport that was interesting, but the sheer violence of it was just fantastic. Brutal and I loved every minute of that tape. Got me in such a great mood that I didn´t take much notice of Xan asking what Baxter meant.
No! Don´t do it! Aahhh, that fucking hurts!
Heard all the laughing behind me so naturally I turn around to see whats happening and there´s the whelp looking absolutely horrified. Mac filled me in real quick on what had happened and with my attention between the ice hockey and what the laughing was about, I just nodded my head when the boy asked if I had known all along.
Owww, owww. I think I´m gonna be sick. My fingers broken. I can´t believe he broke my finger.
Even with all the beer and smoke filling the room, the stench of anger reached me almost straightaway and I knew that I was pretty much fucked. A round of goodbyes and excuses of work the next day and I was handed the keys to the car and asked to drive home. Damn glad too, the whelp would have hurt me and certainly killed himself if he had driven in the mood he had worked himself into.
I´m trying alright? Stop punching me and I might just be able to stop the crying.
Drove all the way home in silence. The smell coming off the boy in the car was making me feel sick. He certainly had enough time to think of how to get back at me. Picked a great way too. Got into the cabin and told me to undress, which I did, then the prick tells me to lie on my back. I freak because I *know* exactly what he´s going to do because he´s taking his damn clothes off as well.
Please stop Xanny. Why do you hurt me? It was only a joke. Ooomph, I think another rib has gone.
I go running around towards the bathroom in the hopes of locking myself in, no way was he going to fuck me like a woman. He promised me that he would never try to do it. Didn´t count on his longer reach and before I knew it, I was thrown across the kitchen bench and landed in the kitchen next to the fridge. Took a few kicks for me to be where I am now though.
Noooo! You promised, you swore that you would never do this! Stop, just don´t do it.
I can´t believe this is happening. He´s actually going to make me do this. Why? I trusted him. Damn it, the arsehole is strong. I love you, please don´t do it. I´m so stupid, I should have paid attention to what he was asking me. Should know by now not to laugh at the whelp.
Ffffuuuck, that hurts! Yeah, just lie back and take it like the whore I am. Why bother any more.
He promised me that he would never make me do this. He´s the only one I´ve ever told about why I hate doing it this way. I can´t stop the tears, he´s not asking me to any more but I´m still trying. If I stop them, maybe he´ll stop taking me like a woman.
Still love him though.
CHANNEL ALASKA is now finished until the next series which I am currently having nasty thoughts about. The term ´Baxter´ is quite common in Australia as a derogatory term for homosexuals. Basically if a known gay man passes a few straights, they tell each other to get their "backs to the wall, here comes Jeff" as in a joke that if they don´t turn their arses to the wall, Jeff will try to do them.
Because Australians have quite lax word pronounciation, ´backs to the wall´ actually sounds like, ´Bax–ta the wall´... henceforth the nickname, Baxter.
Thought that I would explain it as I´ve had a few people asking what Baxter meant.
