The Watcher
He couldn´t believe it. Just couldn´t. Not even with writhing moaning evidence right before him. He wanted to scream out his denial. Close his eyes, and wish it away. Not this. Not Xander. Not with him! But his eyes wouldn´t close and his voice wouldn´t sound. Hidden by shadows, he watched.
How did this happen? How could someone not know? It wasn´t like anyone could ´really´ keep a secret in this place... Ah, but Buffy walked around not quite in this world, longing for heaven. She wouldn´t have seen, even had she been in his place now. And Willow? He would have sighed if he could have gotten his lungs to work. She was bound and gagged, wrapped in the burning glow of her magic. Eyes blind to all but her own needs. Anya? Unless it took money out of her pocket... Would she even care? Or would she have made the popcorn and sold the tickets?
How could he have not known? Noticed something? There had to have been signs! Dear Lord, Xander didn´t like men! He wasn´t gay... Showed no inclinations at all. Oh, he joked, but he joked about everything! He would have known if he was, would have seen some evidence. Looking at the *lovers*, he grimaced. No, this wasn´t something new to them. They touched to sure of each other´s bodies. Moved with a practice rythym. Anticipated each other... Or rather the lad did... His partner, his *lover*, didn´t seem to care for anything, but rutting.
No, if this was love making, it was all one sided. Even in the darkness, he could see Xander´s desperate need and longing in the lad´s eyes. Hear the breathless moans and soft pleas unspoken therein. And his lover? His lover! He wanted to vomit and clean the taste of that word from his mouth. His lover had pulled the boy back off of all fours, so that Xander was straddling his lap backwards, penetrating the lad at a deep and sharp angle. It also left all the work to Xander. No, he barely even touch the lad to brace him, as Xander worked himself on and off the bastard´s cock. Pleasuring his lover, and not even a caress in return.
Somewhere, he found the strength to close his eyes. Though he knew that the images, the scene, was burnt on to his brain now. Somewhere deep in the cortex, where he´d never be free of it. He knew now what Xander looked liked flushed in passion. Moaning in pleasure. And it was everything he´d ever drempt. Beautiful beyond all his dark hidden fantasies. Somewhere, he found the strength to pray. Pray to a God, he only half heartedly believed in anymore. Pray for this to end. Because it was another who was making Xander look that beautiful. Another making him moan in pleasure. Another who didn´t give a shit about the precious gift he had been given.
So lost in hell... He wasn´t sure how long his eyes had been closed. But someone had answered his prayer. Taken mercy on him, and spared him the sordid conclusion. Spared him the affliction of knowing how these two appeared in orgasm. Xander had already pulled his clothes on and was leaving. A quick kiss, and the lad was out the door, brushing the shadow he was cloaked in... His blood boiled a little more. The prick hadn´t even given the boy a proper kiss. Turning his head at the last moment to catch Xander´s lips on his cheek. His lover had pulled on his pants, but other than that, he lounged against a stack of training mats, searching through coat pockets to light the cigarette that dangled from his lips.
He knew what he had to do then... Knew it in his very bones. From the darkness of his shadow, he flicked his zippo open and lit a cigarette of his own, and then tossed the lighter at startled figure on the floor.
A startled figure that jumped to it´s feet and growled at him. "Spike!?! How long–"
"Oh really, Rupert! That´s a silly question now isn´t it?" He took a long drag off him smoke, and forced a wicked smile onto his face. "My. My. Never thought you had it in you, old boy."
He watched as the cold calculating look flashed across the other man´s face. Watched as it hardened and weighed out senerios. Why hadn´t he´d ever seen that before? "Get out, Spike!"
"Get out, Spike." He made a tisking noise. "Get out, Spike? Aren´t you even interested in what I want? To keep your secret that is..."
"And who would ever believe you? About anything?" Spike watched the cold man snort, and laugh at him, getting to his feet and locating a stake "Perhaps I should just stake you right now... No one will miss you." The, to all apperances, older man pulled on a look of befuddlement. "Spike? Missing? Really, Buffy. He most likely just wandered off...He show up when he wants something. Now *do* pay attention, we do have evil to vanquish, and a Hellmouth to protect."
"Stake me?" Spike smiled wryly and nodded. "Perhaps you should... Never thought you were a complete git, though." He took a slow drag off his cigarette,a study in nonhalance, composing in his head. Grimacing to himself, thankful for once in all the years of his tutoring at Angelus´s feet.
Watched as narrowed eyes greeted that statement. A pause of consideration. Spike smiled to himself, and coldly thought– now. Now, was the time to make Giles think. Spin the situation into his control. "Do you really think I just stumbled on to your little shagfest here? Did you really think you could keep something like this, from someone like me? And do you really think I´d just walk in, and let you stake me?"
The demon put on a gleeful smile and lied through his teeth. "Got evidence, now don´t I? Somethin´ ´appens to me..." He let the threat lay. His smile genuine now... Now that he heard Giles´ heartbeat jump. He stalked toward the other man, letting his hate ooze through. "This is how it´s gonna play. Your gonna leave. Like you said earlier. Now. Tonight. No contact with the others. And you never come back."
"Or?"
"Or I let Anya know what you´ve been up to with her little construction worker... Did you know she still has friends in the underworld? Or that she could cast a mean mojo even without her little trinket? If your lucky, all you´d be kissing off was the family jewels." He paused letting the threat sink in, and the hit Giles with the follow up. " And what do you think your precious Slayer and the Witch will think about this? All understanding? Hugs, puppies and Christmas?"
"Why?"
"Does it really matter, as long as your bag of bones make it out of here?"
"No... I suppose it doesn´t."
Spike wanted to shout. Either in triumph or disguest. He wasn´t sure.
"Get your ass gone. Leave the Hellmouth to me." He watched as the other man´s face tightened. Watched as Giles seem to hit on some idea, and paled. Angelus had always said less was more. The motivations and plans Giles would come up with for him, would be darker and more monsterous then any he could construct. He´d have to watch his back and check the shadows for awhile. This cold vicious human might try for some payback. Oh not for Xander, his lover, but because Spike threatened his person and position.
Under his sneering, he watched the other man pull himself together and flee, as dignified as possible but flee none the less. He had won. He took a last drag of his cigarette, and ground it out in his hand, looking at the door Giles had fled through. "Because he´s mine... Given to me by my twice–damed Sire. And I´ll not share him with the likes of you!"
The End
