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Channel Alaska WARNINGS Darkfic!!!! deals with rape, violence, substance abuse, language, and lots of other unsavoury issues. RATING adult only content. DISCLAIMERS all scooby gang characters, spike, and the angel investigations team owned by King Joss. All others are owned by me. FEEDBACK Please do, I would love lots of it if possible especially in these first few chapters. Thanks to all who do so. EMAIL tj REMINDERS (~) before and after a sentence indicates Spikes thoughts. NOTE: This is the third series in what I now call THE LONG SPIRAL DOWNWARDS, the other two series are FULL CIRCLE and ONCE BITTEN TWICE SHY. 23 September, 2000. 6.37 pm With a swear at stumbling over a hidden root, Xander dragged what was left of the bags out of the car. Quick glance around and he saw that everything was now out of the rusty commodore. The impatient blonde gestured for the tall brunette to open the door to what would be their home for the next two years. Bags lugged to the cabin door, the younger man dumped them none too gently on the black dirt outside the wooden door. Stomach rumbling in both hunger and the excitement of being in their final destination of almost two weeks driving, the key was turned in the slick lock. Door pushed open, the two males stood and looked into the wooden cabin. "Ok, not too bad! Few colourful rugs and hanging things, you know, that sort of thing will make it look a lot better" said the boy as he took in the pretty bare confines of the two bedroom log cabin. When picking up the key to the cabin along with the final directions, guide book and starting date of his job, Xander had been stunned to find out that he had been given a two roomed cabin for the same rent rate as a one bedroom. He had requested a one bedroom after stating that both he and his cousin, William Lavelle, would be in single beds and more than happy to share a bedroom for a reduced rate in rent. After a few stutters at the smiling girl behind the desk of the company he now worked for, it had been explained that Cryon Building Co. was happy to give him a reduced rent, almost an incentive it seemed if he would sign on for two years, not the one year that Xander had originally wanted to go for at first. Thinking it over for a few minutes while the happy secretary chirped into the phones, he wondered what else he could get away with while the company was happy to throw things at him, only briefly wondering why it was doing it. Secretaries attention caught once more, he nodded his agreement to the cabin and asked if there was anything more that was being offered. With a wide smile in his direction, she explained that the company was excited that such a young man as himself was taking an interest in building up Alaska and hoped that by sweetening the pot, he would consider staying beyond his contract and settle and did his cousin want a job as well? Apparently there really was an abundance of positions going, Xander felt slightly odd and wary of this fact, not really knowing why. Why was it so hard to fill positions in Alaska? Asking that question to the girl now handing him his contract, he was told that the long winter was hard on most of the older people who tended to come looking for a new start/different job in the still awakening state of Alaska. Hesitating before he signed, he was informed that most of the people who came to the state, left after experiencing only one winter but that he shouldn't worry because this one was going to be really mild. Sigh and a quick scribble that was his signature later, he was congratulated on his choice of two years guaranteed employment. Handed the key, instructions of how to get there, information book on Alaska and Fairbanks in particular and his starting date in his new job, he was informed that he was lucky because his cabin was attached to the phone, electricity, water and gas grids. He was really lucky in fact because his cabin also had a generator outside and a new wood heater after the old one had fallen apart when delivering his goods to his cabin. When he asked if anyone would have stolen anything from his cabin, he was laughed at and informed that it was Fairbanks and that no-one would do that. Driving back to the camping ground he had left the vampire in, he had thoughts of if it was too late to get out of the contract. He didn't like the sound of the winters. Curses ringing around the white commodore interior as he berated himself for not reading up on Alaska and what it was like during the seasons. He knew that it snowed, but it couldn't really be that bad could it? Surely the girl was only trying to scare him. Car parked at his designated spot in the camping ground, he gathered the reading material and strode over to the sun proof tent. The large teal coloured tent had two separate rooms, the first being a tiny little pocket that just had enough room for a single standing person separated from the larger main part by a single zipper. Zippering open the outside and stepping into the little foyer like entrance, Xander turned on the bright torch and set it on the ground by his feet so that he could zipper up the front before opening the main room. Tent completely dark apart from the torch beam as the shop assistant had guaranteed, he warned Spike that he was going to come in. The two men couldn't work out what type of material had been used to make the tent sun proof but they had been glad of it the first morning that they had had to use it. Not having reached a motor inn an hour before sunrise, they had been forced to pull over alongside the road and put up the tent a few paces into the tree line. Spike had been weeping in fear as he had felt the sunrise begin, Xander holding him close while stroking the soft hair had prayed that Willy had been right and that the tent would do the job. Shoulder shaken by a cool hand, the brunette was brought back from the memories of the earlier day from when he had gone back to the tent to read the information and receive a blow job from the blonde before setting off again once it was dark enough to travel. Bags kicked out of the way to clear the pathway to the door, Spike walked the short distance to the bedrooms. Both doors were open and in each one was a single mattress still wrapped in plastic laying on the bare floor, on top of them lay packets of flannel sheets, matching pillowcases and what looked like new doona's. A glance at the brunette opening the curtains in the large common room from which the kitchen and bathroom were situated off and the blonde stood in the middle of the small second room holding what looked like a gift basket from the company that the whelp worked for. ~Oh my god! Only in Deliverance country would the giving of Spam be an appropriate welcoming gift! ~ Snort and quick twirl around the room, the basket was dropped on the floor with a loud clang. Two years he thought to himself. He had read the information on Fairbanks and the great state of Alaska as the whelp had recovered from the blowjob. Truly if he had known what the summer months had entailed, bloody almost 21 hours of fucking sunlight each shit of a day, he would have staked himself. Well, if the brat would have let him that is. On the upside he had read about the around four or five measly hours of sunlight in winter, the rest of the hours being in total darkness. That he could cope with. Leaving what he declared to himself as his room, he walked in to the younger mans just as small room. The bedroom was just barely big enough to hold a double bed, chest of drawers and cupboard. At least he thought that they were, little hard to tell with just a mattress on the floor and a single one at that. Quick look around and he left that one too after he had snorted again when he spotted the second gift basket sitting in the corner. Rewarded with a hot couple of kisses when he brushed against the younger man while on his way to check out the bathroom, pulled away as the brunette walked to check out the bedrooms. Shower over the large old fashioned bath, sink and a toilet all in a lovely wood panelled room to contrast with the floor boards running through out the cabin. Turned around to face out of the bathroom door, he looked directly across a small hall and into the small also wood panelled kitchen. It was an open planned one, no real boundaries apart from the large bench separating it from the common room. The place was slightly bigger that Xanders old apartment by about half of one of the small bedrooms. ~ Fucking hate wood panelling. Maybe I will go mental in Summer and not notice it? Can always hope, can't I? ~ Now back in the common room after checking out the empty kitchen cupboards and the glaringly obvious empty place of where the fridge should be, the disgruntled vampire sat on the surprisingly comfortable provided couch and watched the boy drag the mattress from the front bedroom and into the one directly next to it. Separate mattresses of course because cousins couldn't sleep together legally outside the Deep South. He had laughed hard at the whelps reasoning for the two mattresses, nodding at the explanation of just pushing them together to form the one bed. Hadn't really expected to get a bed all to himself anyway and he honestly didn't want one after sleeping with the whelp for so long. Didn't want the nightmares that he still had to get worse without the comforting heat next to him and the knowledge that he could grab the larger hand at anytime during the night and feel safe. "Damn! The electric blanket didn't arrive. We'll need one during the winter apparently. Have to go back Pennington tomorrow and check out the mall." shouted the brunette to the vampire only sitting a short distance away from him. Realising the level he had shouted at, he looked sheepishly at the grinning blonde as he tore the plastic off the two mattress and formed a ground cover to prevent them getting dirty on the floor. With a gesture, he beckoned for the smaller man to help with making the beds. Spike joined Xander on the floor opening the pale yellow flannel double sheets, raising one eyebrow, he pointed at the single mattress and then back at the size of the sheet. "Oh, they suggested to get doubles anyway for the extra warmth. So no, I don't think they suspect that I am going the whole carnal knowledge thing and fucking my male cousin!" smirked the brunette as he shoved a pillow into the soft casing. Leaning over the now opened arctic doona, he softly licked at the pale lips. The moans from the vampire encouraged him to deepen the kiss, firmly thrusting his tongue into the welcoming coolness of the others mouth. 24 September, 2000 1.36 am Snuggled deeply into the slumbering brunettes strong arms, the smaller male sighed. He was still awake after the slow lengthy fuck on the new mattresses he had received after giving the whelp a blowjob that ended up in him being partially claimed again. Xander had stopped the deep throating just before coming, causing the thick off white fluid to cover his entire chest and only partially his face. The smell was vile, humans having such useless noses really didn't know how off the smell was. Trying not to gag on the aroma, he had patiently waited where he was, kneeling on the second bedroom floor, as instructed while the younger man went to the bathroom to get some of the single roll of toilet paper they had found to clean him up. Face and chest gently wiped at with the soft paper, he was led by the hand to the shower and told to get in and that Xander would join him in a minute. Twiddling the knobs of the shower, he turned them both on and had leapt back fast when the pure brown water had sputtered out. Nose wrinkled in disgust, he had grunted for the taller man to come quickly. Xander, having heard the two toned grunt that had eventually served for his name, had gone into the small room filling with steam to find a vampire plastered against the panelled wall staring at what looked like pure dirt coming from the shower head. Expressing disgust at the quality of what was swirling around the bottom of the bathtub, the brunette told the vampire to just let it run until it ran clear. With the steam filling the small cabin quickly, they had gone back to the second bedroom and finished making the bed up with the sheets and new doonas. Laying one underneath them and then the other one over the top of the pale yellow sheet, they had forgotten about the shower when Spike had started to nibble on one of Xanders hot nipples. Completely forgot about the shower all together hadn't they. ~ Bugger! now I have to get up and turn the sodding thing off. Don't want to. Too warm and comfy where i am right now ~ A few more whines later, the now stone cold but thoroughly clear water was turned off. Air sniffed, he wondered what the sweet smell was. More sniffing lead to the conclusion that the water was the cause of the fresh un chemical like smell. Very nice was the thought running through the vampires head. If everything was going to smell as nice around the place, he thought that might be able to put up with the local yokels that both he and the whelp still had to meet and sort through. Eyes scanning the darkness, he took a leisurely look around the common room as he sat his naked form on the kitchen bench. One three seater couch, two bar stools for the kitchen bench, wobbly coffee table and a ratty looking faded red throw rug on the floor boards. ~ At least they got the colour right, hate to see what the whelp would have gotten for us if he hadn't signed on for the two years. ~ Head shaken at what he thought was sheer stupidity for the signing on of two years, he would have thought the young man had the sense to see what a year was like before signing up for that long. As long as they were far enough away from the ex-soldiers, it didn't really matter where they were. ~ Oh well, I suppose a job is a job. Guaranteed money for the length of the contract, so the whelp has been told. ~ Xander had come back to the tent after getting his keys and had told the vampire of the job offer for him from the company. The boy, after reading about the hours of darkness in the winter, had concluded that maybe the blonde could do seasonal work in the winter only. Aghast at the thought of working once again, the shocked smaller man had stared at the younger man as if he was mad to even suggest such a thing. He, as a former Master Vampire and part of the Scourge of Europe, hadn't officially worked since they day he had been turned. Going down on the boy had been the only way he could think of that would take his mind off the whole idea. Once he had started rolling his tongue around the hot tip of the ready cock, the explanations of why he should get a job died on the other males lips. With a sigh at the thought that Harris was most likely going to be right and that some time down the track he was going to have to get a job if only to pay for his blood which was turning out to be a lot more expensive than Sunnydale, he wondered what the hell sort of work he was going to do. Covers of the bed peeled back slowly and softly so as not to disturb the snoring brunette, he climbed into the warmth that came from the other mans body. He was still worried about how all the hours of sunlight in summer were going to affect him. Some vampires that he vaguely knew of years ago had lived around Alaska only during the long winters, claiming to enjoy the almost total darkness. What they had done for blood, he really didn't know. Alaska wasn't even remotely populated enough to support a group of vampires for a few winters. Maybe that was how the willing blood donors had started up. If that was true, then most likely the population of Fairbanks was like Sunnydale, knowing that there was something strange going on but choosing to deny it until it directly affected them and even then choosing to deny it still. With a sigh and a rollover that brought him closer to the whelp who had turned himself to face the vampire, he edged closer again until he had embedded himself firmly against the wide large chest. Thankfully it was coming up to winter and that meant he didn't have to think of the revolting summer hours of sunlight. Tomorrow or really that late morning, Xander was going to check out the town of Pennington and where he was going to work. They had thought that they would be situated in the new town itself but were actually around 20 minutes away from the beginning town and only around a little over an hour from the outskirts of Fairbanks. Fairbanks was pretty spread out for a major city, to get right into the heart of it would take another good 25 minutes again. Arms tightened around the cool body, Spike relaxed into the possessive grip and closed his eyes, nervous at the thought of being left in a strange place by himself when Xander went into Pennington to shop. 24 September 2000, around 2.30 pm Xander stood in what was so far the pride and joy of Pennington, the mall. Slowly turning around to view numerous shops closing for the day, he hadn't thought that they would close so early on a Saturday. He had only been there for about 2 hours since getting up late and finally having the delayed shower from the night before. Thankful that he had gotten most of what he hoped that he needed for the bare cabin, he pushed the trolley back to where the car was parked. With a wish that he could have brought the vampire along with him to show him what the town looked liked, he finished putting the last of the bags into the overloaded car. Trolley back in the rack, he opened the creaking door and climbed inside. The fridge had been the hardest thing to arrange, having argued with the owner of the second hand store as to when it would be delivered to the cabin. The owner, Cyril Banks, had argued that it would take 3 days for it to arrive. Firmly stating that it was only around 20 - 25 minutes from his cabin to the store, Xander had been slightly put out to find that it would take that long because there was no trailer to load it onto until the local wood chopping bee was done. And that would apparently take another 3 days. Cyril had been more than willing to throw in a load of fire wood once he had known that Xander would be in the local construction of the town if he would wait that long. Not having much choice, he had agreed and hoped that the few blood packets back home in the esky wouldn't go off in a hurry. He had been told that almost all the firewood was chopped at this time of the year so it could have a chance to dry out before winter, henceforth the reason of no trailers. Cyril, having gotten Xanders address, told the boy to mention his name when visiting the other stores for a better deal on the items he wanted. After leaving the store with a second hand good quality tv that he had placed in the car straight away, he had then gone to buy pots and a large frying pan, cutlery and a cheap crockery set. So far everyone had been nice to him, easing up on the suspicious looks he recieved when first entering the stores as soon as Cyril 's name was mentioned. " Oh, your the new one then, are you?" asked the elderly pair of twins manning the registers at the grocery store where he bought essential items such as tinned goods, soap, washing liquid and towels. With a nod of his head, he thanked them for the tinned Spam they shoved into his shopping bags. Asked if he had any Pilot bread at home, he shook his head and smiled at their tuts. More items tossed into another bag and handed to him, he wondered what the hell it was with Spam. Told that it was best eaten with pickled salmon, he nodded and thanked the elderly ladies again for their help, trying not to throw up at the thought of pickled salmon or any fish at that. Once again with the bags placed into the car, he had gone back to the smaller than first thought mall and looked around for a carpet store. He wanted to buy a couple of rugs, one for the bedroom floor , kitchen floor and the common room floor. Spikes opinion of the one provided by the company had comprised of a snort and gesture of sticking his fingers down his throat. In total agreement with the bleach blonde, he had promised to get another one as well as a throw rug for the couch. Car started, he turned his head and looked at the rolled items laying along the back seat of the commodore. Indicating to go right, out of the almost empty parking lot, he drove onto the main road that would take him back towards his cabin. Lumber mill passed, he saw the sheer size and wondered how many people worked there. He was sure that he had maxed out his credit card already with the days purchases. All one and a half thousand dollars of it. The card only had a limit of $2000 and he wasn't sure if the payment for the things already in the cabin had gone through or not yet. Monday would see him down at the major bank in Fairbanks and arranging a transfer of his bank account from Sunnydale and into a new Alaskan one. The mall had a auto teller for the Bank of Northern Stars, a large banking group. He had wanted to do it before leaving Sunnydale but according to bank rules, he had to apply for it in person. The car parked outside the little post office that Willy had put down on the list for blood supplies, Xander wondered just how he would ask for it. Deep breath and door pushed open, he stepped through and took a look around the tiny inner of the office. No-one around, he rang the brass bell on the counter and waited for some-one to come and help him. "New one huh? Thought that you would be older, thought that you were a blonde?" came the gruff voice behind him. Twirling around, heart beating fast at the sudden sounds behind him, the startled brunette looked to the large black man. "Uh, yep. Not blonde, that is my cousin, William Lavelle. I'm Xander Harris, good to meet you" replied the boy, extending his hand towards the non moving man before him. Eyed suspiciously for a few minutes before his hand was enclosed in a bear like grip, Xander wondered again just how he was going to ask for a packet of blood. "What do you want? Newspaper, start up a mailbox, what?" "Ok here goes nothing and I so hope that Willy's info is right" thought the nervous boy. With stutters and lots of blushing, he started to explain about his cousins phobia of sunlight and his bodies lack of natural iron. Large hand held up infront of him, indicating for him to stop waffling. Mouth snapped shut, the boy wondered if he was going to be choked to death for speaking what had sounded to him like a pile of crap. " Lukas Teuke, got something in the back that you may just want, come with me." with that, Xander was led around the tiny post office counter and towards the storeroom. Back door opened, it revealed a small room with a set of stairs leading downwards. Heart beating faster at the thoughts of being a human sacrifice running through his head, he followed Lukas down the stairs that stopped in front of another door, this time a solid cast iron one. A really old oddly engraved one thought Xander. Fingers tracing the designs, he was asked by Lukas what blood type he wanted. Jerked back to reality, the embarrassed boy asked the large man to repeat the question. Once he heard the question, he wondered if Spike really did have a preference for blood type and if that was one of the ways that vampires chose their victims. Shoulders shrugged, he asked about animal types and got the list of caribou, pig, cow and moose. The next question asked was how much for each was it. Arms crossed, leaning back against the odd door, Lukas looked at the flushed younger man in interest. " Caribou is $3.00, Moose is $3.50, cow and pig are both $5.00 each and human is $50.00 per bag, no difference for blood type unless there is a shortage." counted off the curious older man. If the newcomer was buying for what he thought he was, why was he asking about animal? Back turned to the deciding male as Lukas opened the iron door, he asked if his cousin had been to Alaska before. Nervous coughing and a stuttered "no" later, he told the still deciding boy that if his cousin wanted to stay in optimum health, he should have a human bag every second day at least through the summer. Startled at the advice contradicting what Giles' had offered to him, Xander asked why summer and not winter. Rummaging through the stacked freezer of blood bags, Lucas pulled out a bag of each animal type and shoved them into a silver lined frozen medical ethicals box, along with a few handfuls of ice to top them off. Box shoved at Xander, he indicated the boy to get out of the way while he closed the door. In summer apparently due to the abundance of sunlight, people in his cousins condition usually went into an almost coma, really only waking for the four or five hours of darkness and sometimes not even that. They were usually slow and sluggish, finding it difficult to get motivated. The human blood being just the right blend of iron, minerals and vitamins to help the affected. That explained by Lukas, the still confused boy followed the man up the stairs again clutching the cold box to his chest. Asking how the other man knew so much about his cousins condition, he was told that he had a phone call from an old friend that he had helped set up in business somewhere around California. "Ah!" thought Xander. That of course explains everything. Then again was anything clear? Shrugged shoulders again, he fiddled with his wallet, trying to get out the correct amount so that he could pay the helpful large man with the green cats eyes. Green eyes ? "Aaacckk!" shouted Xander as he jumped backwards and into the door as he tried to put as much distance between himself and the smiling man in front of him. "Don't worry, Willy told me that you grew up on the Hellmouth. Friend of the Slayer huh? Wouldn't spread that around though." chuckled the now dark eyed man as the frightened boy bent down to pick the dropped box of blood bags. "Not much of a demon community here, usually picks up in winter every couple of years when Rhonda, her mate and current minions come for a holiday." Xander still plastered against the door, sighed at the thought of once again the Hellmouth invading his life. "Let me guess, Rhonda and friends are vampires?" he replied sarcastically to that bit of information from Lukas. "Yeah, they only come around every three years or so. Allows us time to stock up on the human supplies again. Compulsory to give a litre a month in Fairbanks and surrounding areas. Smart for a vampire. Just about everyone else would hit a town and drink everyone dry so that every year a few towns would close and never open again." explained the still smiling Lukas. "Oh, ok then, so they drink human but in bags? What about the biting thing they all like to do though?" wondered the calming boy. "Why the other bags in the freezer?" Walking towards the youngster, the dark man reached behind him and opened the door, stating that Rhonda was smart enough to know that they could wipe out the whole of Alaska in around four years and not wanting to do that, the compromise was put into effect over 62 years ago. If she didn't go around killing for sport or food while around Fairbanks, she, her mate and whatever minions accompanying her were given their fill of blood. The caribou and moose sometimes mixed in the minions blood to supplement them when winter got too hard a grip and it was impossible to have a large supply of human blood. Seat belt buckled around him once again, blood filled box on the seat next to him, it was explained that vampires weren't the only type of demon to enjoy a cup of blood. With that, a pat on the car roof and the advice to bring the magically enhanced cold box back with him next time, Lukas walked back into his little post office. Xander, momentarily stunned, realised that he hadn't asked what type of demon the friendly man was. Shudder and the car started, the wigged out brunette drove back towards the cabin once again. Thinking that Spike would be begging him for gossip after spending the whole day cooped up inside with nothing to do, he wondered if the mattresses would still be in one piece or scattered around the bedroom. Accelerator applied more firmly, he thundered down the single road. 27 September 2000 around 1 pm "Yep, thats great, thanks for bringing it. See you later." Xander thanked the delivery man who had so kindly brought the fridge inside and had then promptly started to stack the firewood alongside the cabin. The young man had gone out to help, leaving Spike inside what was now called the main bedroom. Asked for a tarp, he had gone inside to get the plastic from the mattresses to place over the stack of wood to stop it from getting wet. Told by Stuart that if his cousin helped, it would be easier, the brunette had babbled something about Spike being a little ill at the moment. It was something he had wished he hadn't said, Stuart had gone on and on about the types of illnesses that first winter people experienced. Nodding and wishing the man would just lug wood faster and shut up, he "Ooohhed and Aahhed" in agreement with the bald round man. Shorter than the vampire, Stuart reminded Xander of a fat ferret but with worse teeth. Once done, he walked the man back to the car with the promise to give the ailing blonde daily doses of cod liver oil. Trying not to stare at the rotten teeth, he had agreed that only the real oil and not the capsules would do the trick and that he would see Steph in the local chemist to get some. Stuart gone, he walked back up the gravelled drive, past the two empty cabins and back to his own. His was the third one in the row and the only one so far occupied. It was weird not to have people close to him, the nearest neighbours were almost a quarter of a mile away, he could sometimes see the smoke coming from their chimney at the clear night time. "He's gone. I'll close the door and you can come out" said the young man. Front door closed just as a bedroom door opened, the blonde came out and sat carefully on the blue throw rug covering the brown couch. Arse stinging from the dry fuck he had been given after the hissy fit of discovering no lube, he tried not to jolt his sore insides. The boy had slammed into him with one great shove, annoyed at the thought of delaying something that was rightfully his just because there was no lubricant to make it easier. He had been fucked not just dry but hard as well, being virtually impaled upon Xanders thick cock when the boy had decided to slam the vampire down onto his cock so that he had sat in the lap groaning in pain as the whelp clutched him tightly around the waist, his back rubbing against the heaving hot chest of the younger man. The boy being true to his emerging nature had gone harder the more the smaller man had yelped. Having only been done not even an hour and a half ago, his insides were still protesting from the treatment. Little smile in the direction of the male coming towards him with a microwaved mug of caribou blood, he waited for the apology he was sure was going to come out of the whelps mouth. ~ Don't know why he fucking apologies, not that he's never going to do it that way again. As soon as the boy comes to terms with himself being a dom in the making, my unlife gets harder and the apologies are going to stop. ~ Blood being sipped slowly through the descended fangs, Spike leant into the caressing hand gently stroking his un gelled hair. "I'm sorry Spike, I didn't mean to hurt you. You know sometimes I just get a bit angry." A move closer so that Xander was sitting next to the blonde, rubbing thighs, he smiled when the vampire nodded at his apology. ~Buy me human blood and next time I'll sodding well impale myself on your cock, you prick ~ The bleached blonde knew full well that the male sitting next to him wasn't even remotely sorry and it was just a well rehearsed apology that he was now receiving. Something that the brunette was still in the habit of giving whether he really meant it or not. A sniff at the person beside him confirmed his worry that he was about to get another ride even if he didn't want one. Last of the salty blood that tasted better than pigs and according to the whelp, was a lot cheaper, he put the mug down on the chipped coffee table. Turning so that he was facing the aroused youth sitting beside him, he wondered just how this one was going to go as they still had no lube in the place. "There is olive oil in the cupboard, will that do?" asked the husky voiced male as he watched the smaller man walk to the kitchen. What he said next rocked the vampires world. "Have you ever been fisted?" came the innocently worded question. The cup that he had been holding, fell from his fingers and smashed onto the wooden floor. Spike, nostrils flaring and starting to shake just from the question, took one look at the almost black eyed boy getting up from the couch and ran to the bathroom, locking himself in before the taller male could reach him. ~ What the fuck does he mean? Stupid me, I know exactly what he means. I go out and I either get a large fist up my arse or a severe belting from running from him. ~ On the floorboards, hugging his knees to his chest with tears running down his face, the blonde knew that if he was lucky, he would only get a slapping and the fisting would be left to another day. He could hear Xander knocking gently on the other side of the door, telling him that he had only been joking and to come out, he wasn't going to hurt him. ~ Yeah right! Sure thing you won't hurt me. Lull me into a false sense of security, get me to let you in and then WHAM, a belting for denying you what you want. ~ "Spike, let me in please. I'm not going to ask nicely again, if I have to ask again, I will give you a right fucking slapping" came the calm voice tinged with rising anger. Head shaken from side to side, the blonde knew that it was a guarantee already to get the slapping. Whether it would be that night or from some flimsy excuse the next day. He had only been fisted a few times before and that had been when he was being punished by his Sire, Angelus for daring to backchat his Grandsire, Darla. The bitch had sat on a chair, laughing and encouraging his Sire to go harder. Her tinkling musical laughter had been drowned out by his own guttural screams of agony as his large handed Sire had ploughed into his torn arsehole slick with the blood pouring out of it. Another louder banging on the door chased away the pain filled memories of experiencing something that made you damn sure not to do what it was you had done to deserve such treatment again. Hand shaking as the tears were wiped away, Spike got up fearfully and unlocked the door, springing back as he looked into the furious face of the younger man. "Well, I told you that I would give you a slapping if I had to ask again didn't I?" came the very overly calm voice. " Don't worry, I've changed my mind" Almost dropping to the floor as his knees started to buckle underneath him, the vampire whined as he saw what the brunette produced from what he had been holding behind his back. The bottle of olive oil and a heavy black leather belt. Putting them down on the floor in front of the shivering male, Xander told the blonde that he had ten minutes to choose which one he was going to get. Either a fisting or a whipping for locking himself in the bathroom. The fisting was promised to be quick, the whipping however was going to be numerous and if he chose that one, each extra minute was going to add 7 lashes to the unspecified starting count. ~ Oh my god! What the fuck do I do? The belting, yeah good idea. I'll take the belting ~ Snivelling, he bent down and picked up the heavy belt. Deep breath, trying to calm himself down before he went into the bedroom, he wondered where the hell the whelp had gotten the idea of fisting from. Something that he had never thought would enter the young man's mind. On wobbly legs he made the short distance to the main bedroom where the brunette was waiting for him. "Good, I was hoping you would choose that one, don't want to fist you just yet. I only asked, you know?" exclaimed the boy as he ordered the vampire to strip of his boxers and to lie on the mattress on his front. Cock twitching at the sight of the the pale globes presented to him, he gently stroked the soft skin, eliciting gasps and tiny tremors. Belt double looped over one fist so that the buckle was enclosed in the large grasp, he ran it slowly up and down the shaking vampires back. CRACK! pause, CRACK, SNAP!! another pause as Xander noticed the tears start to well in the staring blue eyes. Smiling down at the vulnerable male, he ran a finger along the high cheekbone. "I forgot to tell you the starting number is 30 and you took 3 minutes to get here so that makes 51 all to gether but with those three it leaves only 48, Ok?" Tears gushing at the pleasantly voiced words, the vampire was upset more at the humiliation than the actual pain that was going to begin. As he nodded to the question, he braced himself for what was to come. The boy was strong, and he probably wasn't going to disappoint with the strength of the blows. SNAP, CRACK, SNAP The sobbing started a little harder. CRACK, CRACK, SMACK, CRACK The sound of solid leather coming to meet soft flesh filled the cabin. SMACK, SNAP, CRACK, CRACK Pale hands twisted the yellow sheets as he mentally counted down the blows that continued to rain down on his back, buttocks and upper thighs. ~Jesus this whelp is strong, no where near as strong as a vamp, but this is fucking hurting. ~ With a yelp as the corner of the belt finally cut into the bright red skin, Xander could feel himself becoming more and more aroused as he continued to lay into the smaller man. Seeing the blood starting to flow as he dealt the last ten blows to the squirming, yelping male, he dropped the wet belt on the floor next to the bed. Cock grasped in one sweaty hand, he ordered the still whining vampire to stay where he was and walked into the bathroom to grab the oil from its place on the floor. ~ Oohhh, thank god its finished, this is so humiliating. A Master Vampire being disciplined by a sodding human and one who is getting off on it as well ~ Moaning as he heard the whelp leave for a minute, his senses were assaulted a new with the heavy tang of arousal mixed with his own blood when the brunette came back to kneel between his spread legs. A large finger coated in oil brushed his clenched hole, forced into the small opening. Teeth gritted, the vampire hurriedly tried to relax as the second finger was introduced to his tightness. "Get onto you knees. Now." ordered the panting younger man. Two fingers working into the coolness of the vampire, he waited impatiently as the sore male rose shakily to his hands and knees. Third finger shoved into him as he regained his balance set him off crying again with a squeal. A few minutes of rough sawing and not enough oil to lubricate, and the invading digits were replaced with a larger hotter tip. Hand pressed along the welts upon his back in a steadying manner and he felt a hard shove. With half the whelps cock inside him, Spike continued to grit his teeth, thinking that in the future he would hopefully be used to such treatment and that it wouldn't continue to upset him so much. Another hard shove and his whole cock was buried in the tight coolness up to his pubes. Waiting for the smaller man to get his balance corrected, he slowly started to drive in and out of the sobbing male. Speed picked up, he slammed into the groaning vampire knowing that it was going to be over very soon. The room filled with soft groaning and louder harsh panting, a few minutes later it hosted a reverberating yell as a tall brunette came hard into a tired sore blonde. Cock pulled out with a wet pop, Xander grabbed the still sobbing male and dragged him by the upper arm into the bathroom and turned the shower on. Getting in, he helped Spike get under the warm water. The sobs broken by hissing as the water stung the broken welts, the brunette gently kissed the blonde and hugged him close to his own hot body as the shaking and sobbing slowed down to dry heaving. "You won't lock the door again will you?" Blonde wet hair rubbed against his shoulder in a no gesture, the two males stood under the water until it started to cool. One wondered why he was getting off on the whole hurting another person thing and worried that the fact that it did make him feel hot and horny, why it didn't feel wrong like it was supposed to. The other one wondered when his lucky day of having a fist fuck was going to come and if there was going to still be a lock on the bathroom door come tomorrow morning. 27 September 2000 around 4 pm Spikes point of view My back is bloody hurting. I think that my arse and thighs have gone completely numb, I cant feel them. Laying in this fucking bed with the whelp banging around the kitchen. He won't let me get up. Don't want you to hurt yourself, he says. Of course not, that would take away his fun. I'm thinking why don't I just sodding well leave when this long winter comes up. I can't though. Bloody well addicted to the cuddling and soft whispers of comfort the boy gives me after a belting. Sure, this was the worst so far and how's this for a joke? Turns out that he was only fucking joking about the whole fisting thing. Only belted me to teach me not to run from him he said. Gonna leave the lock on the door because he trusts me not to do it again. Read about it didn't he, smart little thing isn't he, he can read! In one of Old Stuffy's books first and then in a hardcore porn magazine a few nights ago he says that he grabbed by accident at the newsagents. The boy had apparently gone to buy his first gay rag. I would have laughed at him if it hadn't been the fact that I had already received a real whipping. Looked through a few in my time, even when I was still in Sunydale living with the whelp. Made sure to throw them out before he got a whiff of them. Didn't want him to go mental, think I was implying something and then belt me around. Only the boy could stuff up buying a fag rag. After he had settled me back into bed, he had shown me the magazine. Have to say, it was full of ideas for the still green lad. Most of them not very nice things for a human, for vampires, they were pretty much ordinary everyday things. Even the fisting, some vamps I know really get off on it. Angelus sort of put me off that little kink well before I even knew that people did it for fun. I wrote him why he had gone out for a fag rag. The whelp was so quiet at first, I thought that even though I couldn't smell any anger on him that I was going to get another belting. He told me that he thought he might be gay. Pretty much blown away by that I was. Knew he was in denial over being at least a bi-sexual but then again the lad doesn't hold back when he gets his mind into something. I mean really, Alaska? Wrote him that I at least thought that he was a bi due to the fact that I could smell his arousal whenever a girl showed interest in him. The tension that left the body as I looked on was massive. Gave me the idea that half the beatings were in frustration over the fact that he knew he was attracted to guys but with parents like his, he had hidden it so deep that it was only the claiming that had allowed it to start emerging. Now totally away from that effing wanker gang, it had finally entered into a full bloom. He had been worried that he was a total gay, but after I wrote him about smelling him around girls, he was looking at the idea with lot more acceptance. Maybe less beltings for me but I think the emerging dom factor is still a worry. Don't blame him for keeping it hidden, who could he have talked it over with? Giles', the Wanking Hair or even myself pre mute? I don't think so. I don't know why but the fact that he had the guts to tell me that made me feel all gooey despite the fucking belting he had just given me. With that, I wrote him about what Angelus had done to me. The anger that poured out of him while he read what I had wrote was unbelievably strong. Apologised for even threatening me with a fisting and swore to me that he would never do it or threaten me with it again. Almost vomited on him in relief over that, the boy meant the apology this time. Every fibre in his body was screaming regret at me. Nodded, smiled and kissed his yummy lips. Every time he hugs me, rubs my earlobe between his thumb and forefinger or just holds me against him after a yelling at or a beating, I just melt into his touch. Don't have to forgive him, he's my claimant. Reminds me so much of Angelus with the temper and the punishments, not as sadistic of course. When it came to dealing out the punishments, that Poncy Fuck was in a league of his own. It's the little smiles and soft kisses that get me every time, it's what separates him from my Sire. It's his own style and his only,and I think that I am coming to love it. I like the boys sarcasm, I like that he buys me things just because he can, the bad jokes and vile dress sense. He gets me upset, makes me cry and bleed, makes me squeal in agony but I don't care about that the instant he puts his arms around me. I think that I am coming to love him. 27 September 2000 around 4 pm Xanders point of view I know what made me buy that stupid magazine. Ended up getting the wrong one anyway, nothing like the Harris luck to fuck up at the appropriate time. Ever since I started fucking Spike, I haven't really been able to deny the attraction that I have for him. Now in Alaska, away from all my old friends and the expected role that I always had to play for them and my parents, I'm thinking more and more about other guys. I only meant to pick up a really tame gay thing out of curiosity mostly. Almost died when I got it back to the car and found out that I had gotten the wrong one. Couldn't take it back because I had already torn off the plastic cover, and I wouldn't due to the embarrassment factor anyway. Sat in my car horribly fascinated by the whole thing. I didn't even know you could do half the things they had pictures of. It was the fisting that had really caught my attention, I just can't believe people get off on that type of thing. It seemed so off and violent that I had the odd thought that maybe it was something that vampires were into. You know, the more pain the better deal. Hadn't meant to scare Spike with the question. I was just curious to know if he had done that sort of thing before, didn't even cross my mind that he had been the taker in a few sessions. I'm not even going to deny myself the truth that I like it when Spike whines and yelps as I fuck him. Should probably take it slower with him but it's so much hotter when he makes those breathy grunts. Didn't know that I had really hurt him when I fucked him before Stuart came with the fridge. Anya always liked it hard in that position, sometimes she would make me fuck her hard so that she cried. The first few times I wasn't so sure about it but the idea grew on me as she used to do the same little sounds like Blondie does but hers were always a lot louder. I can't believe that I enjoyed belting him so much. It was so exciting when he was squirming around and whining. When he started bleeding, I thought that I was going to come all over him right there. Pretty sick but I can't help it. Mostly it's the thought that he can't fight back that makes it so hot. Would never dream of doing it to Anya or Cordelia, they would probably rip me limb from limb just for the thought although Anya would go for it just to try it. He won't permanently scar and he will always heal, I won't ever do enough damage to him so that he will be physically scarred. I didn't know that vampires could be emotionally scarred though, especially soulless evil ones. After I showed him the magazine, he asked me why I had gotten a fag rag as he so delicately put it. So I told him the truth that I can no longer deny to myself, that I thought I was gay. It was some relief when he told me that the smell I gave off around girls meant that I was more than likely bi. Not too bad, I suppose. Should have figured that one out for myself though, a couple of the girls in the mall had given me a semi hard on. We had sat in quietly for a few minutes until he had scribbled a few sentences in his almost used up note book and had then handed it to me. The anger I felt at what was written completely overrode the guilt I felt at terrifying the bleach blonde. As I had read what was written, I realised that even for something that had happened so long ago, it still had the power to affect the vampire. If I had known about what that prick Sire of his had done to him as a "punishment", there was no way I would have even mentioned the fisting to him let alone threatened him with it. I was so relieved and angry at the same time that he ended up choosing the belting. There was no way I was going to let him get away with locking himself in the bathroom and I had figured that I had to teach him a lesson. He belongs to me and I have to be the protector in this relationship. It's weird but since leaving Sunnydale and my friends, I have taken a real shine to Spike. Maybe its because he is the only person who knows the real me or the fact that I can show who I really am and I'm no longer under the influence of Giles and the others. I have to make up my own mind now and not rely on the others to do it for me, I don't have to go along with everyone else just to keep the peace and prevent a Slayer temper tantrum. I'm starting to see him in a different light, no longer coloured by everyone elses perceptions. The way Spike cuddles into me at night is nice. He moulds himself to my body, he fits just right. I like to touch him, hug him. He has nice ear lobes and sometimes I think I can almost hear a purr from him when I rub at them while watching the t.v. After I have yelled at him or given him a slapping for whatever reason, I can't help but gather him into my arms and hold him. My heart flutters a little when I catch him looking at me sometimes. He still really shits me at times. I get annoyed and angry with him when he won't shut the tears up on a bad day. I make him cry a lot though myself. Can't help but slap at him. Shouldn't though. It's only really hit me how sensitive he is now. Nice to be needed and Spike does need me. He relies on me. I hope that it continues. I've never felt like this before. Starting to really like him and I have to admit that when he isn't crying, his company is enjoyable. I like being the one in charge. 2 October 2000 6.30 pm "Jesus, I'm totally stuffed!" sighed Xander as he staggered through the front door and headed for the couch. With his body thrown heavily upon the soft furniture, he thought of how out of shape he already was after only about 3 weeks off from working. Cool hands slipped around his waist as the couch sunk from the weight of the blonde as he settled next to him. Spike leaned against the brunette who had just come from his first day at work, he could tell how tired he was. He could also smell how hard the boy had worked, he reeked of sweat and he didn't need a vamp's extra abilities to know it. Both sitting for a few minutes, the vampire got up and tugged at his claimants hand. Gesture towards the bathroom, he held his nose and pointed at the laughing younger man. "Gee, you reckon? Very hard day, doing a bank just around the corner from the mall." replied the already stripping male. Clothes dropped on the floor on the way to the bathroom, he grabbed a fresh towel from the bathroom cupboard and flung it over the edge of the bath away from the reach of the water. Water turned on and the bathroom starting to steam, he could hear the blonde rattling dishes and opening cupboards in the kitchen. Not being bothered to ask what was going on, Xander climbed into the hot jets of water, moaning as the warmth eased his tense tired muscles. It had been a hard day. He had met his new work mates, nice bunch of guys so far. Bit quiet until they had found out that he had signed on for two years. Apparently they were used to newcomers leaving again only a few weeks after they had arrived. He was the only non Alaskan born guy on the brick crew and in fact, the whole building crew apart from another large Fijian, Josessi. The laughing self proclaimed joker of the crew had explained that he already knew who he was from Lucas Teuke, a fellow Fijian himself. Mind boggling at just how not one but two Fijians ended up in Alaska, he wondered if Josessi knew what type of demon the other man was. He had been pretty much ignored by all bar Josessi until lunch when they had been happy to talk to him after learning about his contract with the company. Introductions all round, he was welcomed to the state. There had been talk about what he did back home, did he have a girlfriend/wife, where was he living and why wasn't his cousin working as well. They had been happy at his explanation of working in construction for over a year and a half, he was single but not looking, renting from the company and that his cousin had a sunlight phobia. The 3 man brick crew that included Josessi, stood around nodding at his words, stating that once winter came up, maybe the long hours of darkness would allow his cousin to get a job. Xander had expected more than a few snide remarks about Spike and the "phobia" but had been pleasantly surprised that it was taken all in stride, a few of the guys promising to think about where the blonde could get some work. Work had been hard due to the crew being so small for the size of the job, everyone had to do almost two peoples work load to ensure that the building would be up in the scheduled time frame. Apart from the brick crew, there were only 4 other guys for the cement and inside building fitting. Mind shut off to the thought of work, the relaxed boy poured some body gel into his hand and proceeded to lather himself up. Spike banged around the kitchen, looking for the pots and pans. He hadn't taken much notice of where the whelp had put them, only used to one mug and that was it. Fry pan found, he slapped it on the gas stove and opened the fridge to see what he could throw into the stupid thing for the boy to eat. ~ Don't want the boy to get run down and sick, been doing nothing around here. Soooo gotta get me a hobby. At the moment even a sodding job would be welcome, glad he's home now though ~ A snort at just what job he would be good at, the vampire grabbed the mushrooms, onion and tomatoes vaguely remembering that the whelp had once done something with the three vegetables together in a pan. Hesitating before deciding to peel the mushrooms, he chopped the peeled onion while wincing at the acrid aroma that tried to poke out both of his eyes. Vegetables all chopped and chucked into the pan with a bit of oil, he turned on the gas and hoped for the best as the mess started to sizzle. ~ I hope I don't kill the brat. Wouldn't go down too well with the landlords ~ Quick snigger at the thought of explaining his cooking skill to a local sherif, he poked at the bubbling mass with a wooden spoon. A another look in the cupboard produced jars of chicken stock, basil and oregano. Jar of minced garlic pushed aside and then after a brief inner struggle, thrown in the bin, the smelly herbs and stock were added to the simmering red liquid. "God that smells great, I didn't know that you could cook?" exclaimed the brunette as he walked out of the bedroom clothed in baggy sweat pants. Stomach rumbling, he leaned close into the blonde and with a long wet kiss, sniffed the air once he broke away to breath. ~Can't actually, just don't die on me and we'll be right. ~ Smile plastered wide across his face at the whelps rumbling stomach and obvious impatience to eat, Spike clung tightly to the taller man, relieved that the other male was home at last. He had been nervous and jumpy all day from the moment the car had roared off down the driveway. Stuck inside with only the tv and the stupid book that they still had from the Watchers place, he had been able to do nothing but count the minutes until the boy had gotten home. It wasn't as if he could just call someone up for a quick conversation or go over to the neighbours and introduce himself, with an offer of a cup of tea. He hadn't really been too worried when the whelp had left him to go to the mall or get blood, knowing that the boy would be gone only a few hours. Today, neither of them had known when the boy would get back thus leading to the minor panic that the blonde had been in all day with nothing really to distract him. ~ Missed you, like it now that your home. Don't like being alone. ~ Snuggled into the warm bare chest, the vampire watched as the brunette stirred at the almost ready mixture. Herded to the couch, Spike continued to watch as the young man boiled some water and added 3 minute pasta noodles to the saucepan. Two plates pulled out of the cupboard, Xander quickly grated cheese ontop of the steaming pasta and tomato. Plate and fork handed to the blonde as he sat down next to the vampire. Eating as quick as the hot food would allow him to, Xander was amazed at the great taste. Once finished, he put the empty plate down on the coffee table alongside the other one. "That was fantastic! No-one has ever really done that for me before, I mean Mom stopped cooking for me once she knew I could work the microwave. Willow's mum used to phone up restaraunts for delivery whenever I went over for dinner." Embarrassed and happy at the thought of such a small thing pleasing the boy, Spike was excited when he was gently pulled up from the couch and led towards the bedroom. Soft kisses and warm hands slowly undressed the cool body. Placed carefully on his front, he moaned and squirmed to the feel of large hands stroking his back as he was raised to his hands and knees. A long lube filled preparation had him eager to take the whelps cock, rocking himself back to meet the slow thrusting. Prostrate hit each time the boy filled him, the vampire came with a few strokes of his hand on his cock, a minute after feeling the hotness well up inside him. Both men lay curled into each other. 6 October 2000 Saying goodbye to Josessi and the others, Xander headed to where he had parked the old white comamdore. Sea tbelt snapped on, he started the engine and headed off along the main road to go and see Lucas and pick up some blood before going home to pick up Spike and visit Fairbanks for some sight seeing. Fairbanks had late night trading up until 10pm at night and the brunette wanted to get the vampire out of the cabin in which he was more or less going stir crazy. Five minutes down the double lane road and he pulled into the post office. Lip bitten at the sign that said "closed", he wondered if he should still knock and see if Lucas would be there. Deep breath, Xander banged loudly on the door and waited for an answer. Hand raised to bang again at the solid white door, he almost screamed in fright when a bag was shoved at him from behind. Whirling around, heart jumping out of his chest, Xander faced a laughing Lucas. "Sorry, but you humans are just sooo easy to scare!" chuckled the large man as the wild eyed youth snatched the plastic bag out his hand. "How the hell did you know that I was coming for this and don't ever do that again, next time I think I'm going to shit myself." Xander replied, disgusted at himself for being so lax. If that had happened in Sunnydale, he would have been either drained or turned by now. Then again, not having to watch ones back every single moment tended to make you a bit relaxed. "Your cousin drinks what, 2 or 3 a day right? I expected you this morning but when you didn't show, then I figured that it would be around now that I would see you." Still laughing at the younger man, the demon started to walk off back behind the house that was attached to his little post office. "What sort are you?" asked the boy, cursing himself straight after for being so rude to a invaluable contact. Flushed and embarrassed by the question, he steeled himself for either a "get stuffed and don't come back" or a truly horrible visage to appear. Lukas, suddenly serious, turned slowly back towards the nervous lad. Small smile, he waited until he got right up and close to the brunette. "Kava Demon" "A what?" Xander asked ignorantly, yet again wondering what was wrong with his idiot mouth. Watching as the dark brown eyes turned into slitted green cats eyes completed with what he thought was a khaki all over green tinge to the mans body. He could only see the man's face and hands, but he assumed that it was all over. Forked tongue flicked out to lightly trace the lips. Nose disappeared from the face to leave only small slits to breathe from. "A Kava Demon. Fijian gekko related demon. In the good old days, we used to run around and eat all those who dared invoke the Kava drinking ritual and didn't finish it by morning. Happened quite a lot actually, still does on a small but regular basis." explained the smiling man as his nose rose again out of his face and once again became a prominent feature. Arms folded against his chest, one hand clutching the blood packet filled plastic bag, Xander was fascinated at the relatively non icky demon face that lay under the dark skin of Lukas. Not enough people doing the Kava ritual anymore, tourists were doing it more than the locals now but they tasted weird. Didn't have a lot of flavour apparently and the tourists disappearing was a worry to the craft trade in Suva and the little islands. Head nodding as his stomach churned at the explanation given to him, Xander apologised about asking the demon the rude question. Apology waved off, Lucas invited both him and Spike to dinner the next night. Didn't really get to hang around with the local demons much, the ones he usually hung around with were the owners of the local chinese restaraunt and a pack of Veronkif's who were probably on the coast looking for polar bears to play kiss chasey with at this very moment, Rhonda and co.. not being back for another two years at least. Astounded at the very thought of any one kissing a bear, Xander agreed to the dinner and relieved that he wouldn't have the stress of worrying about the vampires for a couple of years. Plenty of time to worry about what to do with Spike when the time came. He knew that somewhere along the track, he would have to deal with a vampire taking a shine to the blonde and issuing a claimant challenge. Better not to think about it until it happens, that thought shoved right away so that it spun around in one little corner of his "must think about later" mind, the two men agreed to 7pm. Door opened in front of him before he could even use his key, Xander was dragged from where he stood and feverishly kissed by an excited smaller man. Cock hardening at the sight of the blonde, he pushed the man away as he closed the front door ensuring more privacy. Knowing that Spike had been cooped up with pretty much nothing to do all day, he continued to kiss his way to the small kitchen that held the fridge. Cool hands groping his rock hard dick, he moaned into the wet mouth of the vampire. Spike could smell the boy's hard on and a few lengthy gropes later, he could feel it as well. Hurriedly undoing the black leather belt holding up the dirty jeans, he slid a long fingered hand into the tenting boxers as he worked the jeans down around the firm lower thighs. Tongue meeting the hot wet lips of the whelp as he heard the heartbeat get faster. A thunk on the floor as the bag was dropped onto it. "Fuck Spike, just blow me already will you!" Xander moaned when he felt a gust of cool air blown across the hot head of his cock. Wetness wrapped around his penis, making his eyes cross. Hands tangled in soft cat fur like hair, the brunette lost himself to the pleasure of his cock sliding in and out of talented lips as his sac was rolled and squeezed by a cool hand. The vampire felt his hair being gripped in large hot hands, deep throating the throbbing member as the grip got tighter. Head now firmly clutched still, he relaxed his throat only slightly panicking as the thick shaft of the whelps cock was thrust into his open mouth with firm grinds of the taller man's hips. Eyes closed, he could feel the thrusting become harder the more he played with the balls in his hand. "Fuckfuckfuckfuck, this is sooo fucking great!" Bottom lip bitten as he rammed into the cool mouth, Xander pumped once, twice, three times more, yelling as he gushed hot cum down the blondes throat. Pulling out, he dragged Spike up from his knees, kissing him with tongue tasting the strange tang of his essence on the other mans lips. Taste of himself rolled around on his tongue, Xander explored every inch of the vampires cool mouth. Pulling back as he remembered that he had to breath, he once again wondered at the strange taste. It wasn't too bad at all, not quite what he had been expecting. Briefly he wondered what Spikes cum tasted like, before a resounding "ick" went through his head. The smaller man watched as the brunette tried to take in what he tasted like. He, himself, had never gone anywhere near another man before being turned and was curious as to how semen tasted to a human. It smelt to high heaven to a vamp and before the chip, he had never thought to ask the numerous humans he had forced to swallow his cum before draining them. Vampire clasped tightly to his still heavily breathing chest, Xander told him about the dinner invite with Lukas. Bag picked up from the floor and blood bags shoved into the fridge, the brunette told the blonde to get a coat as they were going late night shopping. Virtually shoving the younger man out of the way in the hurry to get his coat, Spike ran to the bedroom and grabbed one for the whelp as well. Anything to just get out of the fucking place. ~ Need a goddamned hobby, just something to do. At least in Sunnyhell, I had the option of going somewhere. Here, nothing around, no fucking sewers or enough shade anyway.~ Knowing full well that he hadn't taken the opportunity to get out, he had been secure in the knowledge that there always had been the option of going some where via the sewers when he had been living with the whelp in Sunnydale. With the thought of just what hobby or thing he could do during the day when the boy was at work, he handed the brunette his thick lumber jacket while slipping his own on that the scooby gang had given them both for a going away present. His had apparently been an after thought by the gang after Joyce had mentioned the fact that Spike would also feel the intensely cold winters. Smelling annoyed and guilty, the witches had come around to the apartment and given him a red checked jacket to match the whelp's blue checked one the following afternoon. He had resisted the urge to give them the "fuck off" finger and had snatched the parcel out of their hands before slamming the door in their faces. Spike liked Joyce and had secretly sneered all round at the looks of guilt, annoyance and embarrassment that had miraculasly appeared after that little gem had been mentioned. Joyce, he liked because she had been the only understanding one when he had first been upset over Dru leaving him. He had smirked to himself when to the horror of the Slayer, her mother had planted a kiss on his cheek and promised to write to him once he was settled in their new home. ~Yeah, might just do the writing back thing. Give me something to do I suppose. ~ Door locked behind them, the two males walked to where the car was parked next to the woodpile. Strapped in, car started and they were off towards what was now termed the "Big smoke". Laughter rebounded in the car when Xander mentioned this to the vampire, the interior filled with soft grunting and louder peals of humour. The car was stopped only the once on the way to Faribanks when the notebook Spike had been writing in was shoved into this face. Quickly reading what was scrawled across the page, the boy also started wondering what things the blonde could do during the day. If it was something that could earn money, it would be all the better. After winter was gone, the cost of supplying human blood for Spike during the heavy summer would be ultra expensive. Thought pondered, the brunette was brought back to reality by the vampire gently tugging on his jacket. Head turned towards the smaller man, he followed the pointed finger and looked out onto the road and into the beam of light provided by the car's headlights. It was snowing. Both men getting out of the car, they were shocked at just how quickly the temperature had dropped to allow the snow to begin. Amazement crossed both faces when the realisation hit them. They were in Alaska and now the snow was starting, the possibility of being snowed in during the long winter was real. Breath from the one male steaming into the frigid air, the car was started again with the descion to take a quick peek around the Fairbanks shopping centre. Car parked as close as they could get to the entrance, the blonde and the brunette took in the sights of the much larger mall that housed numerous shops. Xander grabbed the latest magazines, only just avoiding a full body blush when he spotted the vampire fiddling around the gay erotica section in the news agency. The small smirk that had appeared on the bleached blondes face as he walked out of the shop brushing past the taller man, saw Xander almost throw his money at the sales assistant in the hurry to get out. Spike, waiting for him outside the shop, gestured to the large supermarket reminding the whelp that he had to get new notebooks and some more pens. Xander had stopped in front of a community board for the local college and was reading all the notices put up after a flyer had caught his attention. Bored, the coloured piece of paper had declared. Wanting to do something while snowed in? had followed the title. Curious, he read some more and discovered that it was an information leaflet listing the short correspondence courses that one could do. Quick look around and the boy tore down the flyer that had the college phone number on the back. With a feeling of dread deep in the pit of his stomach, the blonde watched as the brunette came towards him with the aqua piece of paper clutched tightly in his hand. Staring wide eyed at the smiling youth in front of him, Spike slowly read the aqua paper and what was typed across it. Blue eyes meeting dark brown ones, he wondered if he had gone completely Dru like in the thinking that maybe one of the courses mentioned would keep him amused for a while. ~ Who knows maybe after I've become a fucking secretary, I could go and replace the pom pom bint in the Poncing Poofs office ~ Bottom lip starting to tremble at the thought of spending the rest of his unlife typing and filing in an office, he wondered just how far he had left to keep falling from his once lofty perch as a part of the Scourge of Europe. Xander, seeing the vampire trying not to cry in public, gently took one elbow in his hand and guided the blonde back to the white commodore. The note books and pens could wait until the next day he figured. 7 October 2000 Saturday night around 9.30 pm Dinner finished with the two plates and an empty mug pushed back from the participants, all three men sighed at the feeling of full stomachs. Spike was revelling in the taste of human blood for the first time in what would be months, he had tried to sip at the warm thick liquid as slowly as possible until Lukas had told him that if he wanted, he could have a second bag. Not even considering the cost of the blood to the large Fijian, the blonde had nodded and grinned ferally as the second bag was presented to him. Xander had watched the vampire almost combust with pleasure as he drank the blood, slightly slurping in his haste to consume all that the full mug offered. He hoped that the other man wasn't going to lose out in any way by giving the human stuff to the blonde. His own dinner consisted of a roast leg of pork, apple sauce and other roast vegetables. Lukas was a great cook and he wondered if he hosted dinner at his house often. He couldn't ever recall having a roast anything in his life, not even when Joyce had invited him over for dinner a few times. A loud cough broke into his thoughts. Blushing, the brunette looked at the two faces peering back at him. Spike was now back in his human face only still a little yellow around the pupils of his eyes. Lukas had taken one look at how the two men interacted together and had come to the conclusion that they were indeed sleeping together, he could smell the human all over the vampire but funnily enough not much of the vampire was on the younger man which meant that in this case, the vampire was the receiver and the human was the giver. Not being able to work out why, he had invited the two into the house. All during dinner, the Fijian had tried not to stare at the way the human and vampire acted towards each other. The way the bleached blonde was submissive to the taller dark haired male was astounding. It wasn't as if it was overtly displayed, it was just a few looks and gestures here and there that gave it away. Lukas wanted to ask why a human was allowed to display dominance over a vampire and even why there was no evidence of biting on the brunette. Spike was humiliated, he knew that the Kava demon was just dying to ask what the hell was going on with his relationship with the boy. He couldn't help but look at Xander for approval sometimes and he knew that the dark man had caught every look he had sent Xander's way. The vampire was sure that the other demon had never seen a vamp pairing like this before, he was sure because he himself had never seen one either or even heard of one. With Xander back in the land of reality, the men walked over to the armchairs and couch in the living room, each holding a beer. Soft snorting grunts and loud booming laughter echoed throughout the small house as Lukas regaled his guests with just how he came to be in Alaska. Apparently Josessi on a whim had started a Kava ritual that hadn't been finished by the following morning so Lukas had been dispatched by the elder demons to go to Alaska and teach the lone Fijian a lesson. Unfortunatley, it had been winter and he had gotten lost on the way to Josessi's place, stumbled onto the little post office and the original owner dead on the doorstep, having frozen to death after tripping on something and breaking his leg. Lukas had taken shelter in the post office and while there, he had eaten the owner before discovering the large cast iron door that Xander had seen the first time. It had taken a few days for the door to be opened however, because much to his surprise the door was in itself a sentient being and hadn't recognised the Kava demon as it's owner. After numerous explanations and dragging what was left of the owner down to the door for it to see, the door had apparently given in to the demons demands for it to open. That had been almost 12 years ago and he still hadn't punished Josessi for not finishing the kava ritual, but with much laughing, he said that one day he would. He was enjoying himself too much in the cold land, never seeing snow before and was fascinated by it. Once he had punished the fellow Fijian, he knew that he would be called back straight away and he wanted to get as much time in the State of Alaska as possible. Tears of laughter being wiped away from both the vampire and the brunette, having just heard what was possibly the weirdest story ever, they both finished the beer and nodded when Lukas asked if they wanted another one. Xander was suddenly nervous as he knew that sooner or later he would be expected to tell his and Spikes story. That he would do with lots of stuff being left out. Lukas back with the beer, asked the dreaded question of how the two of them got to be in Alaska themselves. Not missing the slight flinch of the blonde on the couch, he was surprised when the younger man reached out a hand almost unconsciously and patted at the black clad thigh reassuringly. Interesting story this would be, he thought and he knew that he wouldn't be getting the full story tonight. Going for the big leap of faith, the demon told the two men that if they were "together", it was fine by him. Suddenly speechless, Xander snatched his hand from the vampires cool thigh as if he had been burnt. With a stutter and blushing, he asked what Lukas had meant by that. Told that the other man could smell them over each other, the brunette was informed that it was probably for the best anyway. Asked again what was meant by that statement, the two newcomers were told of the woman shortage in Alaska and of the annual teams of women who turned up in the cold State each year looking for "real men" to marry. Due to the abundance of single men, it wasn't unusual for the ratio to be 4 men to every single woman and that good looking men such as themselves usually found their faces involved in a multitude of fights. To even up the competition, so to speak. If they announced themselves as a couple, they were more likely to be accepted as such and left totally alone when the annual woman drive began. They might get a ribbing or two but once the other guys realised that they were out of the competition, they would no longer pose a threat to a lonely old wood miller looking for a wife in winter. Stunned looks on both faces told Lukas that neither of them had even considered such an action. The vampire had a world weary look to his eternally young face while the youngest male in the room had a embarrassed expression. Stating that the company wouldn't care or throw them out of the cabin after Xander started making his objections known, the dark man told them that even though the vampire had been passed off as the younger mans cousin, the others would understand once they had given them both some shit about it. Reluctantly agreeing in the end if only to save the vampire a few beatings from strangers, Xander and Spike waved goodbye to the dark man and climbed into the car without having given their own story on how they had arrived in Alaska. Quiet all the way home during the 15 minute drive, the boy wondered just how he was going to start establishing the fact that he was gay and already in a relationship after telling his work mates that he was single. Lukas telling him to go the gay route because stating that he was in fact bi would still pose a threat and in Alaska, either you were straight or gay, no in between. Both climbing into the warm bed, the two men snuggled into each other too caught up in their own thoughts to do anything but think of what the future was going to bring them. 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. |
