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Channel Alaska 22 October 2000 Sometime in the early afternoon Xander groaned and ventured to open one eye that he was sure was stuck with superglue. How the hell he had gotten into bed, God only knew and he was pretty sure that the supreme being had nothing to do with him being naked and having a stomach that was currently threatening to jump around the room by itself. Trying not to bang around too loudly in the small kitchen, the blonde vampire heard the heartbeat accelerate, indicating that the brunette was awake. He smirked to himself, remembering how drunk the older men had gotten the boy after acknowledging that for a faggot, the blonde could drink like a man. Xander had been plied with drinks almost continuously after Spike had drunk three large lumber mill workers under the table, one after the other. He had had to carry the whelp out, slung over his shoulder much to the amazement of the other men. They had head off home with him driving and Xander unconscious next to him, with the new nicknames ringing in his ears. Xander was now apparently Baxter and he was, much to his disgust, still being called the little woman. He had decided that when the boy knew what his nickname stood for, he was going to hide himself away for a damn good laugh, until then, he was going to plead complete ignorance. Paracetamol and a glass of water in hand, the smaller man made his way to the dark bedroom, not really much darker than the rest of the small cabin. Gently, he sat on the edge of the bed and watched as the still slightly drunk younger man took the two tablets and swallowed the glass of water. "Umm, urgh. Bathroom" Stated the heaving boy. Helping the staggering brunette to the wood panelled room, he hoped that they made it before Xanders stomach decided to take action. Only just. Head firmly leaned over the porcelain altar, the sick man proceeded to throw up everything that was in his stomach from the night before, once that stopped, he took a deep breathe and continued to give the white bowl the previous 3 days meals as well. Spike sat on the edge of the bath, smoothing the sweat damp hair away from the wet forehead. ~ Whelp has to get a haircut soon, not too much. Like the way it hangs over those stick out ears of his. ~ The smell setting off his sensitive sinuses, the blonde left the bathroom as fast as possible, shutting the door behind him in the hopes of containing the vile odour. Able to hear the sound of Xander being sick every few minutes, he thought that it had been an alright night after all. He hadn't been too sure what had been going to happen after Stan had grabbed at him and expressed his disgust at having to work with a "queer" every week by shaking him. All he knew was that he had been damned glad when he had seen Xanders black eyes peering over the builders shoulder. With the thought of what could have happened to him if his claimant hadn't gotten there before it had turned nastier, he walked over to the small woodpile he had brought in the night before after settling the brunette into bed. Hadn't been hard, the boy had still been unconscious. Wood heater door open, he threw a couple of logs into the belly of the small iron contraption in the hopes that the heat that was soon to be roaring around the cabin would sweat most of the alcohol out of the whelp. Match lit and a couple of fire starter bricks thrown in as well for good measure, Spike hurriedly lit the wood, slammed the door and stood well away from one of the few things that could destroy his breed in a matter of seconds. A small glow appeared out of the grill to match the one that had settled in his stomach as he thought back to the way he had been defended. It was now not just the once, but twice, Xander had gotten into a fight on his behalf and it was this that made the vampire realise that he was totally in love with the whelp. ~ Fucking sod it all! I'm the great Poncing Soul filled Poof now, aren't I. Me, William the Bloody, in love with a human! ~ With a snort, he turned and smiled at the wreck that came out of the bathroom. Head shaken at the truly terrible visage, he guided the human back to the bedroom, leaving the door open so that the heat would be able to work it's magic. Broom handle picked up, he prodded carefully at the thick curtains to see if it was still snowing. It had been snowing on and off for almost two weeks now, still only light drafts but enough to make the temperature drop sharply during the night. A few nights had seen the two men almost inside each other to try and get warm, eventually taking the doona from underneath them and throwing it over the top. Standing well out of the deadly rays of light, Spike could see the white curtain brush lightly past the window. Water boiled for coffee for both himself and the whelp, he sat on the edge of the bed once more and watched as the boy slowly sipped at the nasty black brew. Xander gagged at the taste of the liquid, hoping that he didn't throw up again. With the thought that even the stuff Barney used to give him from Australia was better than the Alaskan home brand, he made a mental note to phone Barney and ask if it would be possible to send some up his way. He hadn't been too impressed with the Nescafe blend 43 or something like that at first but he had developed a taste for it after being given a jumbo sized tin by his old boss one day. A quick glance at the vampire told him that the other man felt the same way. Weak smile plastered across his face, he thanked the blonde for his help in the bathroom and asked for his track pants and white singlet. Those handed to him, the brunette made the tortuous effort to get dressed. A knock on the front door, brought the men out of their private thoughts. Xander, startled by the sudden sound, cleared his throat and after a few false starts, asked who was there. Similtanious groans rebounded around the small bedroom when the answering reply was Stuart. "Bit sick here Stuart, are you able to come back at all?" "No, Got your mail and something from Steph at the chemist, only take a minute or are you doing some "homo" thing?" came the curious voice. Xander rose slowly out of the bed and crept towards the front door, opening it to reveal a black toothed Stuart clutching a bundle of envelopes and a cardboard box with holes poked through it. Mail taken from the ferret like man, he indicated at what was in the box. Stuart handed it gently to the curious man, stating that it was one of the last kittens left at Steph's house and that it was now theirs. Shocked as to why someone he didn't even know let alone had met before would thrust a small fluffy creature at him, he gaped at the grinning delivery man. "Steph's pregnant and the doc told her that she can't be around cats due to her allergy, you know she swells and stuff around fur. Being knocked up, she can't take them pills that make her alright." laughed the rotten toothed male. "Everybody's taking one until the baby is out, like I said, It's the last one left and she was gettin desperate to find a place for this one." "But, but! I mean, why me and Spike?" asked the still in shock younger man, having a sneaking suspicion that it was due to his now "out" status. A suspicion confirmed when Stuart replied that because they were both, you know "fags", they were probably good with cats and decorating. With that, the balding man left a stunned Xander standing on the front porch. Coughing behind him and the squeaks from inside the box, brought him back to reality. Box shoved at a startled vampire who had felt the tiny heartbeat continue after the other man had left, had come out to see it was all just a horrible joke played upon them by a bunch of ignorant arseholes. ~ Well then, apparently not. What the hell do I do with this and why is the whelp so upset, I'm the one fucking standing in a room holding a creature that i wouldn't even have snacked on before this sodding chip! ~ One hand gripped around a struggling black kitten, he sat on the couch, swearing to himself when he remembered that his coffee was still in the bedroom. Leaving the squeaking kitten on the floor, Spike walked back to the bedroom and lay down next to the younger man who was surprisingly laughing to himself. "I..I thought that Alaska would be quiet, nothing to do but nooo, never possible is it?" stomach forgotten for the moment, the boy had tears streaming down his face. "Lets see shall we? First, I meet another demon because my *boyfriend* needs blood to survive, get advised to come *out* of the closet, do this and get punched and a nickname that I have no idea of what it means, find my *life partner* being intimidated by a fellow work mate, proceed to punch this fellow work mate in the effort to prove that I'm not a limp wristed fag, go to a weird auction while hanging around with the two Fijians one of whom is the original demon and two new chinese ones and finally we get a helpless animal foisted onto us because obviously being gay, we are both good with fluffy creatures." Spike had also cracked up during this monologue that had spouted forth from the still laughing boy. He hadn't been too worried himself about being thought of as gay, most vampires swinging both ways and only a small percentage having a preference when it came to choosing bed partners. The blonde fully admitted that he was an equal opportunist when it came to sex. Female wasn't willing, then a male would do or vice-versa. He was however, pleased that the boy was taking it so well and he continued to laugh until a hot slap stopped him. Hurt blue eyes took in the sight of the brunette just sitting on the bed looking at him. "This is all your fault you know? Everything. The Iniative thing, the claiming, the move here, me being labled a faggot." said the boy ever so calmly, the surrounding air being the only one to betray the anger radiating off the younger man. " With that fucking kitten, it looks like everyone knows now, doesn't it?" "What was that? I didn't *hear* you say anything, thats right, you depend on me now don't you?" Head nodding while he could see the whelps fists ball up in readiness to punch him, Spike was somewhat relieved that the beating was finally going to happen. The odour coming off the whelp for the entire week of not speaking to him had confused him a lot, he had been sure that he was going to receive a beating but when day after day it hadn't eventuated, he had broken down into tears almost every waking hour until the boy had shouted at him to drink his blood. Even while not speaking to him, he had still been fucked by the boy. PUNCH "Yep, you rely on me. Take my money that I earn, eat the food that I buy, drink that fucking blood that *I* buy with *my* money all the while you just sit at home on your arse watching that fucking tv and occasionally when you decide that you feel like it, you cook a dinner." The quiet words were nicely spoken with a smile on the brunettes face. PUNCH, SLAP ~ Sorry pet, give me something to do and I'll fucking do it alright? Just don't hurt me, I'm sorry! ~ Still smiling, Xander in between punches and slaps told the vampire that he had better not disappoint him with the woodwork course, that he didn't want his money going to waste, that the blonde had better find a job during the winter or he could expect more of his current treatment. The vampire on his back on the floor with Xander punching him, thought desperately of who to ask for a job, groaning in pain when a slap made contact with the chipped side of his head. He still hadn't told Xander about the white light and he was fairly sure that this wasn't going to be the right time. All action suddenly stopped, the blonde was pulled into a solid grasp as the heaving boy rested the bruising sore body of the vampire against his hot chest saying over and over that he was sorry and that it really wasn't his fault. ~ Your the prick that claimed me, it's your fault this has all happened not mine. For once this is not my fault ~ Wishing that he could scream that for everyone for miles around to hear, he settled for snuggling into the larger clasp and listening to the boy tell him why he hadn't spoken to him for the week before. Apparently, the claiming had been regretted by the boy and the week had been taken up by him thinking about what the two were now immersed in for the next two years. Tears made their pink tinged way down the vampires face as he was told that his claimant regretted his actions. ~ Not fair! Why did this happen to me? Didn't ask for it, want the boy. Want him to love me ~ Xander,instead of yelling and slapping more at the blonde when he saw the tears, reassured the almost hysterical male with a few words. "You are mine. You will always be mine until either I die or your dusted, it's just taken me a while to get a real handle on this. I mean we are well away from the Hellmouth now and things are still weird?" Face rubbed against the hot chest, Spike felt himself calming down the more the boy told him that he belonged to younger man. "What the hell do we call the cat?" 27 October 2000 Friday 4.30 pm, The Vestal Gardens Spike was not enjoying himself so far. It was his first shift as a general pot washer in the restaraunt owned by Mi Wai and Quong De. Half an hour into the washing process and he was already certain that he would be having "dish pan hands" no matter what his vampire biology said about it. Letting his mind drift, he thought about what had happened during the earlier week. As soon as Xander had set off for work the next Monday morning, he had been on the phone to Lukas, letting it ring 3 times before hanging it up. The phone had rung a few minutes later, disconnecting after 3 rings itself. Jittery until the Kava demon had turned up at his front door, Spike had paced the small cabin all the while trying not to trip over the black bundle that followed him up and down, attacking his feet. The demon had taken one look at his mostly healed face, and had asked what was going on between both him and the boy. A few coffees later, with Lukas apologising for not bringing beer or even kava, the story had come out in bits and pieces. Highly humiliated, the vampire had been afraid the other demon would laugh at him. The dark man had however said nothing about the many skimmed over parts to what was the most interesting story he had ever heard of. He hadn't been surprised when the other man indicated that he knew about the chip from Willy. The blonde guessed that it was just one more person to feel sorry for him. Lukas did however demand to know how the human had ended up claiming him. Spike told him in a few words that it had actually been the safest thing for him back in Sunnydale, he just hadn't been aware of the boy's violent tendencies until it had been too late and even if he had known, there would have been nothing that he could have done to prevent it. Nodding at the words, Lukas had sat there looking at the vampire wondering himself just how a Master Vamp had gotten into the position he was now in. He knew all the ins and outs of a claim, one of his cousins was the adored of a local Master Vampire back in Suva and he was aware of just how a difficult position the smaller demon was in. The blonde hadn't told him all the details like how he had come to have the chip or even staying in the boys basement but he figured what was done now, couldn't really be taken back and from what he and the other men had seen at the party, the boy didn't take his claiming lightly. A few minutes of silence led to the question of how Spike came to have the bruises on his face. Sighing, the vampire replied that the boy was sick of him sitting at home while the brunette went out to work to pay for all the necessary items as well as the blood bags. The blonde was uncomfortable, he really didn't want to discuss this with the other demon but it felt good to have a third party involved in a strange way. Lukas said no more for a good ten minutes, the men sitting there watching the kitten attempt to stalk the vampires feet. The silence had been broken by the dark man asking if the kitten was one of Steph's kittens, seeing the nod for yes, he told the blonde that originally Steph had around 34 cats and kittens until she had gotten pregnant and that he also had a small ginger furball staying with him. Coffee finished, the Kava demon had told the vampire not to worry and to leave it in the other man's hands. Grateful smile overrode the embarrassment of being so helpless. He hadn't however expected the session of slapping he had received from Xander that night after he had told the boy he had asked the Kava demon about a job. The first question had been if the other man had seen his now totally healed face, Spike had nodded without thinking about what the result would be. The brunette had been on top of him, punching him and calling him fucking stupid for letting someone see him. Screaming at him, the larger man told him never to do that again and to wait until he had healed totally before seeing someone or going somewhere. Snort behind him bringing him back to reality, he loaded the dishwasher with the dirty pans brought in by the waitresses and commenced to put away the clean ones. Pans were steaming and the large white tiled kitchen was filled with the sounds of sizzling meat, vegetables and loud numerous voices shouting at each other in one of the few Chinese dialects he could both write and understand. He was so far only going to be working Thursday, Friday and Saturday nights at the Gardens. The two half breed demons he had met the previous Saturday night had agreed to hire the vampire on the proviso of him later being taught how to cook in case one of the regular cooks got sick during the winter, something that happened often with the new staff that had just been hired for the beginning restaraunt, also happy in the fact that they could now take the ad out of the local paper that was asking for a kitchen junior. They were happy because they wouldn't have to pay the vampire award rates due to the fact he didn't have a tax number. Turning at the sound of his name shouted in Chinese, Spike was beckoned over to a bench stacked high with the vegetables he had washed pretty much as soon as he had stepped through the door. Briefly shown how the head cook wanted them cut, the vampire nodded and sat on the stool provided, taking off the thin gloves he wore in case he came into contact with the garlic that was pretty much prevelant through out the white tiled room. The gloves weren't really much use, the water had just poured over the top of them, basically drowning his fingers in smelly oily water as he had rinsed the plates before stacking the dishwasher. The smell of the garlic didn't bother him and he admitted that he actually liked the odour as it cooked in the immensely hot woks, it was the welts and itchy skin it left if he actually touched it that bothered him. God only knew what would happen if he should happen to ever swallow some by accident. Carrot grasped in one slender hand, he proceeded to grate the skin off the orange vegetable as fast as he could with a weird little white plastic thing. Carrots all done, he started cutting them in to little rounds with the zucchini cut in small sections and then into sticks. This he continued to do all night in between sessions of dish rinsing and dishwasher loading. Xander was let into the kitchen as he put the last of the dishes away. The look of pride in the chocolate brown eyes was worth the whole humiliating evening. Handed a green tea, he smirked at the boy's expression as he tried the lightly flavoured liquid. He drank his own down as the brunette tried asking one of the waitress's why it was called a green tea if it wasn't green. Both men herded out of the kitchen with plastic containers full of left over special fried rice and what looked like black bean beef, they exited through the back door and walked to the small car park where the commodore was parked. Back home, the men climbed into the shower after feeding the still un-named bundle of fluff that had leapt at them from the back of the sofa, a favourite place already for the kitten to sleep. Holding each other as the warm water coursed down their bodies, the soft kisses rained upon the shorter mans face went a long way to soothe his battered emotions. Turned around gently so that he faced the corner, Spike thrust back eagerly as the blunt fingers of the larger man started to loosen him. Bath oil spread over his fingers, Xander moaned into the pale nape of the vampires neck as he wiggled his two digits inside of the gasping male. Inserting a third finger turned the gasps into soft groans, encouraging the brunette to speed up his thrusting. Pulled out with a wet slurp, he shakily coated his own cock with a little of the oil and lined himself up with his head brushing against the loosened muscles. Short firm push saw him buried half way into the blonde, both males taking a moment to savour the pleasure. Another firm push teamed with a thrust back had the larger man entirely sheathed by the cool body. A slow motion of thrusting and pulling back combined with the wriggles of the blonde had the steamy room filled with harsh panting and soft moans. Spike was meeting every thrust with a push back of his own until he felt something on his painfully erect cock that he knew wasn't his own hand. Eyes snapped open in fright that either a spider or the kitten had made his penis their playtoy, he was astounded to see the fingers of his claimant hesitantly brushing against the marble skin. Resisting the urge to force the warm hand around his hard cock, the vampire knew that with even a few more brushes, that he was going to come. As he felt Xander speed up, signalling his own release, the vampire came across the shower wall. His hand close to the other mans penis so that his fingers brushed against it on every thrust and withdrawl, Xander was curious as to how it would be if he one day gave the vampire a hand job. The brushing of his fingers across the satiny smooth cool skin was interrupted when he felt the solid flesh jerk and twitch. Feeling his fingers coated in thick liquid, he was slightly horrified to realise that it was vampire cum and he was actually aroused by it. With one last thrust, he shot his hot load deep into the smaller mans bowels and pulled out. Still holding his hand out in contemplation, he was shocked speechless when the blonde gently took his hand and licked his coated hand clean in long slow strokes. Somewhat stunned at the new thoughts racing through his head, the brunette let the demon lead him to the bedroom after they had towelled themselves off. In bed with the vampire wrapped firmly in his arms, he went to sleep with the sound of purring next to his ear. Thinking that the kitten had sneaked into bed with them, he drifted off oblivious to the fact that the kitten was softly snoring on the back of the couch. 28 October 2000 11.32 am Spike sighed and looked at what he had written, it was the third try and it still didn't look any good. He wasn't the writer in the family, Angelus was and if he had been the one answering the letter sent by the Slayer's mother, it would probably take an elephant to tow it across the states as well as a few poncy drawings of the local scenery. Dru would have probably have told the stars to wave a reply to Joyce. The whelp in question was still in bed, both taking advantage of the weekend and angsting over having touched another mans penis. It had been *very* nice to finally have another hand on his dick apart from his own, the boy still had a long way to go before really accepting his sexuality. The vampire was hoping that step by step, the brunette would come to see that touching another male's cock wasn't all that bad. He wasn't going to hold out too much expectation, he was the bottom in this relationship and while it wasn't unknown for a sub to fuck the dom occasionally, it was always done with extremely explicit orders and the sub was almost always in some way restrained by the dom, be it by leash or tied spread eagle across a bed with the top straddling the others cock. He knew that Xander was a back door virgin, he still practically screamed the scent at him whenever the boy got horny. Angelus had only ever let him fuck him once and that was with his Grandsire Darla looking on, it had been the anniversary of her turning and his Sire had wanted to give her something special. The only male Angelus ever submitted to was the Master and that had only been on direct orders from either his Sire Darla or the Master himself. His Grandsire had never been allowed to watch her Sire and her Childe together and had been constantly curious about how Angelus took it. Darla, knowing how much her Childe hated another male taking him, had never really pushed him to perform for her. She had been delighted and nice to Spike for the whole next day as a reward for giving her a precious anniversary. The boy, whom he could still hear arguing with himself as to why it wasn't bad to give another male a hand job as opposed to why it was completely wrong, would probably never let it get that far. Maybe a handjob every now and again and if he was really lucky, even a blowjob, after all Angelus had gone down on him a fair number of times during their time together if only to display his dominance by not allowing the younger vamp to come until the older male felt like it. Briefly thinking that he should introduce rimming into the relationship, Spike wondered if the brunette would do that even. Mind slipping straight back down memory lane, he recalled the only time he had dived into his Sire. He had been all prepared for an extremely tight fuck, Angelus hadn't been requested by the Master for months. All oiled up and hard as a rock, Spike or Will as he had been known as then, Will had started to push in as gently as a vampire knew how until it had dawned on him that Angelus hadn't been turned a virgin in either sense. It was a strange irony that when a vampire was turned a virgin, even though they may be an absolute whore in the bedroom and go through a clan a night, they would still put off a faint odour of virginity. The odour returning to the body as it rebounded into the original tightness. You had to get up really close to smell it though. There were 3 distinct virgin smells. A sweet, almost rose like scent for a female who was a total virgin as opposed to the muskier, heavy sharp tang that was left in the virginity still to be plucked from an arse fucking and vice versa. In a male, it was a heady scent of what smelt like wood that had been newly rained upon. A scent that pretty much smacked you in the face. A male who had screwed numerous partners still put out the scent if he hadn't taken it up the arse, ever. Once turned, these smells were still present but in such diluted amounts, they only made themselves known if you were either having sex or sitting beside the vamp in question for a marathon sitting session of at least 40 hours. Adored's were different, they constantly smelt virginlike if turned as one even if not aroused. It was something that, when asked why, Angelus hadn't been able to answer and Spike hadn't found an answer to it in the watchers book either. He had been momentarily stunned not to find the scent as he could see that his Sire was aroused by having Darla watch them, and after thrusting into Angelus easier than expected, he had come to the realisation that his Sire's cherry had been plucked early and by someone who had done it often enough to cause some major permanent damage for him to be so loose, not as tight as a vamp that had been arse fucked a few times and then turned. Will had almost wilted when he realised that his own arse would have been the same, if not looser if he had stayed home that night, so many years before. It was the fact that he had been allowed into his Sire that had him all eager again and he had commenced to put on a great show much to the appreciation of Darla. It had been in the early hours of the following morning that he had been woken by his Sire sitting on his bed, just absently stroking his long dark hair from his forehead. Angelus, an odd sad look in his dark eyes, had said nothing about the way his Childe had tried to take it slow and easy for him in direct opposition to the commands Darla had moaned out while squirming in the chair beside the bed. His Sire had finally had to tell Will to obey his Grandsire's demands. Nothing was ever said about that night and it had never been repeated, much to Will's disappointment. In a decision that saw the letter to Joyce sealed in an envelope and addressed in scrawled almost old fashioned black writing, Spike pushed the memory back into the furthest corner of his mind and got up from the couch to make coffee's for himself and the whelp. Twatcat followed the vampire in the hopes of getting some of the pale yellow stuff that her "mother" had started giving her. Her "mother" being the one who squeaked and purred with her when "warm" wasnt around. Hearing the following rapid heartbeat, the blonde pulled a cheese slice out of the fridge along with the milk and proceeded to give the yellow eyed kitten a few pieces before eating the rest himself while he waited for the kettle to boil. Once the kettle whistled, he turned off the gas burner and filled the two mugs, stirring the milk into the nasty black brew that they still both drank while waiting for Barney to send up a large tin of the Australian coffee. Careful not to tread on the black fluff that was trying to climb up his legs, Spike hissed as one of the claws penetrated the loose grey track pants and into his pale skin while taking a coffee into the now silent bedroom. Xander started to laugh as Twatcat swung off the track pants that the vampire was wearing as he was handed a mug of noxious smelling coffee. Eyeing the blonde as he downed the brew, he wondered just what the other man had thought when he had kept brushing his fingers along the cool organ the night before. He knew that the other man had heard his debate with himself before and he wasn't too sure how to go about even iniating a hand job, the pro side having eventually won on the compromise of if he didn't like it, he wouldn't have to do it again. Cat thrown onto the bed by a disgruntled vampire, Xander ignored the kneading fluffball and continued to laugh at the pout on the blondes face who was gesturing at the scratch on his leg that was already beginning to heal. Coffee placed on the floor beside the mattress, the brunette opened his arms for the smaller man to crawl into as he continued to pout and flutter his eyelashes at the younger man. "Looks nasty. Might just have to kiss it all better." ~ Yeah pet, kiss it and while you there, kiss something else too! ~ Smirk overriding the pout, the vampire started to laugh his soft grunts as the whelp pretended to study the now totally healed leg. "Don't know, I think the leg has to come off. Wait there, I have to go and get a teaspoon and saw it off" said Xander, laughing harder at the sight of the vampire being dived upon by an all claws extended black dynamo. The kitten had taken a real shine to the blonde after spending a few days with the demon. Spike had finally suggested the name of Twatcat to Xander who had agreed in good humour after he had found out what twat had meant. The word twat was apparently a nickname for "pussy", that in itself a crude term for female sexual organs in England and they had both laughed long and hard at the thought of coming home to a "little pussy" hence the name Twatcat. Kitten pulled off the gasping in laughter blonde and was deposited on the floor before galloping across the floorboards in search of something to stalk and hassle. The leg of the vampire was now being covered in soft wet kisses. A loud raspberry later complete with more laughing from the two males and they started to calm down all the while looking into each others eyes. Xander hesitantly put both of his hands on the waistband of the track pants worn by the blonde, gently tugging down the tenting pants. Spike, lying on his back while the whelp knelt on the bed in between his spread legs, had a sudden fear that the whelp was going to try and fuck him like a woman. He knew why he hated that particular position. It was one that male prostitutes used to assume when servicing clients back in the days when he was still a human and the very thought of men doing it together and especially in a 'womens" position was a hatred that had carried over into his unlife. In a weird Victorian quirk of law, homosexuality was banned and a major crime unless it was established by both parties that one had assumed the role of a woman, therefore it not being two men but a man and "woman", the client obviously having had no choice but to pick a male. After learning what his mam had wanted to do to him when he was younger, he had gone to visit a whore house that specialised in male prostitutes out of a burning sick obsession to find out what he could have become. It wasn't the thought of being with another male that made him ill, although that was quite revolting in itself, it was when the whore had stripped off and laid down with legs spread in a feminine way that had made him angry and appalled. He had left, running down the hallway while trying not to heave his dinner onto the expensive rugs. Later, back at his rented hovel, he had cried at the thought of how lucky he had been to escape that fate. He knew that most of the young boys who had been sold to rich county lords as playthings, ended up being sold back into whore houses when they had reached their use by date in the country. His slim body and blue eyes would have been in demand in a male brothel. Even after being turned,it was a hatred of that position that had followed him. The whole male to male thing had gone to be replaced by an eagerness to be fucked by his Sire. His absolute determination not to be screwed in that position had led to him sometimes being beaten unconscious, only to wake up and find himself being taken like a woman by his bastard of a Sire. Of course if the whelp decided to take him that way, he wouldn't be able to do much about it except kick and struggle until either he set the chip off, was tied down or was beaten unconscious. Xander saw the look of panic being replaced by an expression of pure determination. Wondering just what the hell had happened, the brunette let go of the track pants that were half way down the blondes legs, exposing a rapidly wilting cock. Stunned, the boy sat back on his heels and watched as the vampire pulled up the pants, got up and walked from the bedroom and sat on the couch. ~ Don't care if I love you Xanny, not going to let you do it this way. Stake me if you want, but I *won't* be a woman for anyone! ~ "Spike? What the hell happened back there, what's wrong?" The brunette sat down on the couch next to the bleached blonde, his own emerging hard on now completely gone. Hand gently rubbing up and down the cool thigh. He didn't know what was wrong, this was the first time that the smaller man had denied him anything. Surprisingly, he wasn't angry. The panicked look had made his stomach crawl, if he had been angry, it was pretty much accepted but he had only been going to attempt his first handjob, not kick the shit out him. "I wasn't going to hurt you, I was...you know..um,..I want to touch you. I want to feel your cock." Lip bitten, Xander sighed when the vampire shook his head. ~ I didn't know that was what you wanted, sorry pet, but I'm really not in the mood now. Don't think I can get it up at the moment even with you touching me. ~ Being fucked like a woman never got him hard, and when threatened by Angelus with it, it was never an easy thing to get him ready to fuck anything for at least a few hours and after a particularly horrible night with his Sire screwing him for hours in the attempt to get him used to doing it that way, it had taken him a few days before he had wanted to do anything. His Sire had eventually given up trying to make the younger vampire like it and had reserved it for punishment. "I thought that you might like me to touch you. You don't want me to?" Hand on his thigh moving to just beside his crotch, radiating heat, was doing nothing to arouse him. It might as well have been cut off, that was how dead he was feeling at the moment. Smelling a tiny waft of annoyance from the boy, Spike thought about just going down on the boy and not bother to explain what had made him deny his claimant. "Please tell me Spike, I *want* to know what gave you a case of the old Foster's Flop back there, you've never done that before." ~ Sod it all! Might as well just have a fucking sex change and spend the rest of my days watching that Oprah bint. I can't believe I'm going to tell the whelp. ~ Blonde head nodding at the boys demand, the vampire reached for the note pad and pen that were placed permanently on the wobbly coffee table. Silence filled the room, the only sounds being two heartbeats and a dripping tap in the kitchen, as the smaller man wrote for almost half an hour in the spiral bound book. Xander wondered just what story he would get this time. It seemed like every time Spike wrote for longer than 10 minutes in one of the little pads, something was going to come up and bite them on the arse. Almost finished with his tale, the demon tacked on a last sentence of "Oh yeah, at Mac's party, I grabbed onto you that time because when I had a nasty thought involving a head mounted on wall, I had a white light flash behind my eyes and that is the first time it has happened since that time in the crypt. The many pages handed to the curious brunette, Spike got up and un tangled Twatcat from the curtain that was threatening to adjust itself onto the floor. He wasn't worried about the sun as it was almost 3 pm and it was already starting to get a little dark, the storm that was brewing outside helping ease the first time winter onto the men. "Jesus Christ, just how much more emotional baggage is left to come? Oh and your *mother* is..um..was a bitch!" Completly agreeing with the pacing brunette, he waited for the next question. "Ok, now that's said, what about this light thing?" Shoulders shrugged, the two men stood and contemplated just what it could mean. 1 November 2000 7.38 pm Xander wondered if getting a fantastic blowjob from your current "boyfriend" while writing to your ex-girlfriend was wrong. With a hope that it wasn't, he put the finished letter down as his heavy sac was sucked into a cool mouth, a small finger was run along the sensitive patch of skin just behind his balls. "Ooohhh, that's it. Keep going" Moaned the hard boy. The sight of the bleached head bobbing up and down in his crotch was making him harder than he had first thought possible. Of course, the blonde being naked and down on his knees did have something to do with it as well. He could make out the well defined muscles moving underneath the white skin. The vampire wasn't so much skinny as he was just slender and actually quite muscular for his size. His looks were deceiving, his size indicated no defined muscles at all. Xander had been surprised the first time that he had seen the pale form for the first time without the bruises adorning it. At that time though, he had still been in denial over being bi. Feeling lazy, the brunette let the blonde do all the work instead of thrusting upwards to meet the coolness offered by the vampire. He sat back into the comfortable couch as he felt the tell tale tingle in his balls indicate that he almost ready to cum. Almost screaming as his thick member was deep throated and held with the one hand still rolling his balls, Xander laid both of his hand on top of the short soft hair, grunting in pleasure as the vampire vibrated his throat around the sensitive head. Cock released from the throat until just the head was left between the pale lips, he could feel his cock twitch and jerk. Sac tugged hard by a cool hand, the young man shot his cum into the waiting mouth of his companion. "Good, soooo good! I want to touch you, your still hard" gasped Xander as his cock was cleaned off by a rough tongue. Grasped by his upper arms, Spike was helped off his knees and onto the couch next to the panting brunette. Gently pushed so that he lay on his back with legs spread, one foot on the floor and the other shifted so that it was between Xander and the couch, he was still very unsettled to be in this position even after the whelp had assured him repeatedly that he had no interest in doing him that way. ~ Don't care how many beatings you give me, If you even give one hint of changing your mind, I'm locking myself in that bloody bathroom again! ~ Spike lay exposed to the boys hot gaze. Arms folded behind his head as instructed, he gave a shudder in excitement as he felt the heat of the boy's hand engulf his already hard cock. The brunette had only touched his penis here and there hesitantly after the shower incident and the demon was almost beside himself in the anticipation of a full hand job. While the boy sat with one leg tucked underneath him, between the vampires spread legs, one hand was placed on the thigh of the leg that owned the foot on the floor. The heat coming from the boys large hand and fingers was getting to be unbearable. He still didn't know how the boy could be so hot and not burst into flames at any minute. Grasp tightened around his cool shaft, he squeaked at the feel of a hot thumb rub over the weeping slit of his cock. Desperately trying not to encircle one of his own hands around the whelp's, he started to squirm into the slowly pumping hand. Xander had never felt anything so soft but hard at the same time. He had played with his own cock so many times before but the skin covering the cool organ was much silkier to the touch than his own. Staring down at the writhing male laid across the couch, he pumped and thumbed at the groaning mans shaft, only briefly touching the lightly haired ball sac here and there. He was getting excited again, he could feel himself hardening at the sight of the pale form thrusting up into his hand. Xander knew just how good it felt to do it when Spike gave him a hand job and from the small grunts and squeaks coming from the vampire, he apparently wasn't doing too badly. Spike was in heaven, it had been so long since another hand had been wrapped around his cock bar his own and he could feel his cum building already. Opening his eyes, he tried to get the boys attention that was focused on what was going on between the fingers of his hand that was pumping harder and faster. Without enough warning, cum shot over his chest, the couch and over Xanders broad chest and the hand still wrapped around his penis. Shocked at how cool the vampires cum felt, the brunette continued to stare at the twitching softening organ enclosed in his hand. White fluid covered his hand, a few spurts had made contact with his chest. Gently laying the penis against a white thigh, he leant over the panting male to present his hand to the opening mouth. A tongue sneaked out of the fang filled mouth and ran itself along the sticky coated fingers..... fang filled? "Uh, Spike? Why do you have fangs when your not even in..um..game face?" asked the curious boy, delighting in the sensation of his hand being cleaned by a cool tongue, having his fingers alternately sucked into an awaiting orifice. Surprisingly enough, he wasn't afraid of the long sharp teeth that had appeared as the vampire had opened his mouth to receive his sticky fingers. Careful not to cut himself, he ran a finger down one of the elongated eye teeth. With arms still tucked behind his head, the vampires eyes flew open again as he realised that the whelp was right. ~ Jesus Christ! One hand job and I've got fangs again, this is fucking great. Maybe after a few more and a good suck, I'll get my whole face back? ~ Boy's hand knocked away from his mouth, only briefly wincing at the buzzing sensations the chip sent around his scalp, he gingerly stuck his forefinger into his mouth and prodded at his two magically appeared fangs. Now sitting up with the brunette still between his spread legs, the vampire lurched forward and into the younger man's arms as a blinding light flashed from behind his eyes. Xander laughed as the bleached blonde shoved his hand away so that he could feel his teeth. He was pleased for the demon, he knew how much it stressed the other man not to be able to go into game face on will. He continued to laugh until the the blondes face went suddenly blank and he fell into his arms unconscious. "Spike...Spike are you alright?" asked the worried boy. Giving the vampire a shake, he was alarmed at the way the head lolled around like it didn't belong on the end of a neck. Hesitant to move the demon, he nether the less gathered the smaller man up and hefted him into the bedroom. The vampire had gained back his original turning weight after Xander had made sure that his adored had enough blood to satisfy him each day. He would never go over the weight he had been on the day he was turned but oddly enough, vampires could and did in some cases loose weight and even starve to death. He was now heavier than he looked, making Xander glad once again that his job kept him fit and healthy. With the blonde laid down on the bed, he thought to himself that there was now no longer any other choice in what to do. The book he had stolen from Giles' had given them no clue as what to do about the light. He only assumed that was what had made the vampire unconscious. Hoping that the older man was still awake, Xander rushed to the phone and punched in the required number. 1 November 2000 8.23 pm Foot tapping as he waited for Giles or even Anya to pick up the phone as it rung continually down in the Californian household, Xander was hoping that the vampire wasn't going to be out for much longer. It wasn't as if he could take the blonde to the local doctor or even drive him to the major hospital in Fairbanks. The ex-watcher was the closest thing the demon had to a doctor at the moment and he was someone who was thousands of miles away. "Come on, come on. Where are you G-man?" asked the agitated brunette. Almost screaming in relief as he heard the older mans voice, Xander got the greetings away as quickly as possible. Deliberatley ignoring the question of how they were coping with the cold, he stunned the watcher into silence as he was told of the first flashing light incident. "He's collapsed totally this time, I don't know what to do? I've settled him down in our bed, I wrapped him in the doona and made sure he was warm before ringing you." Giles on the other side of the line, tactfully kept quiet over the younger mans slip up over the sleeping arrangements. He knew that the cabin had two bedrooms, he had enjoyed the whole explanation from Xander, agreeing that the brunette should have squeezed the company for more before signing the contract. The thought of the vampire and his pseudo-son in the same bed together was a little disturbing to say the least. Asking what had been going on before the collapse got an explanation of the re-emergence of Spike's fangs without even feeding. Excited as to how it had happened, when he asked the boy how, all he got was a silence broken by a few um's and ah's. Xander was stumped. Just what did he tell his former mentor? He didn't want to inform the older man that he had given a vampire a hand job but if that was what lead to the teeth coming back and if that in turn lead to the collapse of the blonde, then the watcher needed the full story with as much left out as possible. Embarrassment and horror swallowed, but not gone, he asked if there was anybody else in the house with the the older man. Getting an answer of no, he proceeded to tell the ex-librarian of what lead to the unconscious state the vampire was now in. With lots of stuttering and embarrassed noises, he finally got the whole story out and waited for the screamed accusations of just how stupid are you and why are you taking advantage of someone who was now classed as disabled. When none came forward, he asked if the other man was still there. Stating a yes, Giles was stunned by what the younger man had described. He would never have thought that Xander was in the least bit interested in other males, let alone a vampire but he thought that after all the time they had spent together both in the basement and apartment and now all the way in Alaska, maybe that was why Xander hadn't had a female friend since Anya. Idly wondering if there was more to the move than just work prospects, he asked if he was being careful around the locals when he was in the company of the blonde vampire. With a sigh at how much more embarrassment he was still to go through in one simple phone call, he told Giles all about the hard time he had been given about being single and how when he had come out to his work mates, it had actually made making friends with the other males a lot easier because he and Spike were no longer considered a threat. Xander could just imagine the furious glasses cleaning ritual going on in Sunnydale if he was to judge from the assorted polite English sounds being thrown at him. Prompting Giles with the question of what was going on with the blonde, he also asked for his sexuality to be kept a secret between them. Sagging in relief when the reply was a indignant "of course", he was told that Giles would really like to be able to see the vampire in question. Out of sheer desperation, Xander threw a statement out of how he wished there was a spell that could be performed that would enable the other man to at least look at the bleached blonde. Silence met the statement as an idea formed in the other man's head. Telling the youth that it might just be possible, he said that he would have to look in his books as he was sure that he had seen one that more or less fit the requirements. "Thank god, if you need to have Will and Taras help, please don't tell them that..you know..?" letting the question trail off, he knew that he really hadn't needed to ask. After a hurried goodbye, he hung up the phone after asking the other man to ring back even if he didn't find the spell, with any information that he could find out about Spikes condition. Mind reeling that he had actually come out to the G-man, Xander walked back into the bedroom and lay next to the still unconscious blonde. After a few minutes of stoking the soft hair, he gently pulled the bedclothes from around the other male. Getting up to find some clean track pants for both himself and the vampire, Xander wondered at just how cold it was in the bedroom already and made a decision of maybe rearranging the cabin so that the bed was in the living area during the worsening winter. Dressed, he started making sure that he got the cool body clothed in the grey track pants and in an after thought, he put on one of the much hated flannel shirts he had bought the vampire as a joke one day on the smaller mans upper body. Re-wrapping the unconscious male in the thick doona, Xander walked back out and threw a few more logs into the continually going little heater. Stepping back from the sudden flare of heat that was thrown off, he sat down on the couch and stared at the shadows that were being played against the wall. He really didn't know what he would do if anything else went wrong with the vampire. It was so easy to forget that the other man was once hell bent on destroying himself and all his friends only a few years ago. He admitted to himself that he was really worried by what was happening to Spike, he was happy that the smaller man had his fangs back but at what cost? And would the rest of his game face come back and would that make him sick as well? All those questions and more were twirling around his head and he knew that if Giles didn't have an answer, he might just be forced to ask the blondes Sire and that was something that he really didn't want to do. Until he had properly claimed Spike for his own, the Childe/Sire claim would override any objections that Xander could make if Angel decided to take the blonde away. They might not have an adored/claimant thing happening anymore but the Sire claim was still a valid one and could be used to force the younger vampire back into his Sires arms. Unless there was an adored/claimant on a vampire, then the Sire had every right to the Childe. Childer sometimes got out of unsavoury claims by other vampires that were not their Sire by actually goading their Sire into a claim fight in the hope of getting released and only having to spend a minimum of five years before being free again. If all went well then their Sire won and if not, the current claimant won and the adored was back to square one. Xander had been astounded when he had read the written words provided by Spike, it was those words that had made him skip going to L.A. as well as the threat of Buffy visiting. Brought back to reality as the fire snapped and crackled, he sighed deeply and waited for the phone to ring. 2 November 2000 3.51am Spike opened his eyes. Glancing around the dark bedroom, he looked for his claimant. A whine echoed through the cabin in response to both his headache and from not seeing the brunette. He couldn't remember ever waking up without the younger man beside him or at least being given a hint of noise to his whereabouts. Nothing was to be heard except the crackling of the fire and two hearbeats. Two? Tears welling up in the relief of hearing at least the beating heart of the person he belonged to, the blonde unwrapped himself from the tightly wound doona. Quick sniff saw the tears dry up and pointed the way into the living room. Slowly getting up, trying not to fall over at the sudden wave of dizziness, the vampire noticed that he was dressed in the flannel that he hated. Not worrying about it for once, he stepped out of the cold bedroom and made his way over to the couch on which the brunette was stretched out, asleep. Twatcat gave the smaller man a sleepy little mewl before closing her eyes and went back to chasing rodents that she had never before seen but instinct demanded that she do, she too stretched out on the back of the couch. Spike looked down at the male stretched out before him, still clutching the portable phone to his chest. A warm wave flowed through his body, one he recognised as a feeling of love, one he used to get when he was with Dru. Gently shifting the heavy legs over behind him as he plonked himself down on the couch, the vampire tugged the phone from the lax grip and placed it on the coffee table in front of the brown couch. A frown lined his face as he spied one of his notebooks opened to a fresh page. Ignoring his pounding head, he picked it up and flicked back a few pages, reading what Xander had written down. By what was written the whelp could only have talked to the ex-watcher about his problem. Strangely enough, he didn't mind being talked about by the two men. He was pleased that the whelp had taken the time to contact the older man in an effort to help him. Feeling the warmth spread through him again, he continued to read what was written. Apparantly the librarian thought the human blood given to him by Lukas was what had kick started the healing process for his demon. It made sense, he knew that he was weaker than usual due to the diet of animal blood and had certainly healed a lot slower after the crypt incident than if he had been drinking human. Excited, Spike wondered if he drank more human blood, if he would get his voice back as well as the rest of his game face that Giles thought he would if he continued to drink human. It had taken a few weeks for it to kick in but it had only been two bags and after more than a year of it only showing during feeding, he was more than happy to wait until the whole lot appeared without the lure of blood beneath his nose. Written words continuing to be read, the vampire felt a heavy drop of his stomach as he read that the store owner thought that the damage the chip did to his brain was irreversable as he was still behaving overly emotional. Quite obvioulsy the whelp had told the other man pretty much everything if old Rupert suggested more handjobs by the boy. Now he had read everything there was to read. If old Stuffy advocated sex between a human and a demon in an attempt to stimulate more of the game face in coming out, then it looked like he could stop reading pretty much forever now. It could work, before the head bashing in the crypt, he had still been able to go into game face whenever he had wanted especially during sex. Note book put down, Spike sighed at the continuing pounding as elephants tapdanced themselves across his brow. With a wonder if some paracetamol would help, he got up and made his way to the small stash in the bathroom. Smelling himself, he realised that the boy handn't yet cleaned them up from the incident on the couch before his amazing woman like collapse. Snort echoing around the chilly bathroom, he rummaged behind numerous lube tubes in various flavours and grabbed the painkiller box. Two popped out into his small hand, he threw the box into the back of the cupboard and smiled at his non reflection in the bathroom mirror. Pills popped into his mouth and swallowed with a grimace as one got stuck halfway down, he stripped off and turned the shower on. A second later found him jumping up and down as he was enveloped by icy fingers of cold while waiting for the shower to warm up. Second thought thumping him in the head, Spike quickly ran into the warmer common room and shook at the sleeping boy. "Whaaa...oh! Oh, your'e up! Are you ok?" asked the suddenly anxious younger man, rubbing sleep from his eyes. Legs slung back over the couch, Xander stood up and wrapped his arms around the smaller naked man. Kiss planted firmly on the soft cool lips had them both moaning as it intensified. Dried cum from both their chests flaked off onto the red rug, eliciting an "ick" and a snort from them both. Hand grasped by a smaller hand, Xander let himself be led towards the steaming bathroom. Arms held out as he was stripped of his own flannel shirt and track pants, the brunette pulled the blonde close up against him, grinding their penises together. With a thought, the younger man pulled back and told the vampire that it was probably best not to tempt fate twice in one night and that he didn't want the other man to collapse in the bathroom where he could do more damage to the chip. Disappointed but understanding where the boy was coming from, Spike was also a little relieved as his headache was showing no signs of going away. The two men stood with arms around each other until the water cooled around them, forcing them to jump out in a hurry with towels wrapped around them. Laughing at the conversation retold to the vampire, they dried themselves off leisurely infront of the little potbellied wood heater. Spike was in hysterics, headache forgotten for the moment, as Twatcat had the brunettte leaping around the room as she tried to lick the moisture off his legs before he had the chance to dry them off. Holding his stomach as it ached from laughing so much, the blonde wrote a quick question for the whelp to read. Xander calmed his own chuckling down and his face turned serious as he read the written question. He told the vampire about Giles being able to do a spell that had enabled him to see the stricken male in a scrying bowl of water, using one of the lighter's Spike had left behind at the ex-watchers place as a focus beacon. Spike was impressed. He hadn't known that the other man was up to that level in spell casting, the witches maybe. He might not be able to do any himself but his black princess Dru had prattled on enough about magic for him to be pretty well informed about most of it's apspects. After almost a century together, he had been able to quote from memory what ever book Dru herself was using as a bedtime story that day. He had never really gotten into it himself and you at least had to have a bit of talent to start with to enable you to do even the most simple things and Spike had not one iota of talent in a single cell of his body. He thought that the two witches would have been able to carry it off between them with not a problem as the spell drain would be halved but for the single man to do it himself, well that indicated a stronger than first thought talent. Tapping at the written question, he indicated for the boy to answer him. Xander huffed and puffed for a good minute until he just told the smaller man that Giles had no idea of what was causing the flahses of light and that he thought that it was something to do with the dodgy chip still inside the demons head. The brunette saw the good mood of the blonde literally collapse under the uncertainity of what was going on in his brain. Vampire gathered tightly into his arms, he told the other man to just let it out. He couldn't get angry at the crying man for being upset with what was obviously devestating news that he hadn't wanted to hear. Xander hand't wanted to know that Giles had no idea either. Gently rocking the sobbing man in his arms, the larger man used all his combined strength and with his arms full of blonde, he heaved himself off the couch and strode into the bedroom where he lay weeping while Xander set the alarm clock to wake him up in time for work. Doona wrapped securly around them both, he stroked the soft bleached hair until he was sure that the smaller man had cried himself to sleep. The worried claimant lay beside his exhausted adored, thinking about the feelings that had reared their heads when the blonde had collapsed. Xander knew he wasn't in love with the other man but what he was feeling went beyond just plain like and lust, he wasn't sure what emotions were being played out in his confused mind but he would've liked to put a name to at least one of them. A sigh and he rolled over, spooning behind the cool body. One arm thrown over the smaller mans waist and the brunettte closed his eyes to try and grab some sleep before he had to get up for work. 4 November 2000 7.38pm Kitchen of The Vestal Gardens ~ Hate carrots, hate mushrooms and fucking zucchini ~ Spike thought to himself as he was yet again asked to hurry up with the cutting of the vegetables. He still hated the kitchen work and doing the dishes. Tonight however, he had been shown how to cut the meat into little strips and tenderise it before throwing it into a pan to soak up the essential ingredients for numerous dishes. He had finally discovered one joy about working, he could pound into dead cow strips all he liked and get paid for it. The vampire had fun getting some of his chip frustration out onto defenceless cuts of meat. The head chef had been impressed with his skills at tenderising and had given him everything there was to bash with a meat mallet. What would usually take a human up to a few hours to get through had only taken Spike not even half an hour with his demon strength. The spare time was used constructivly by all putting their feet up for a round of coffee and green teas before the onslaught of phone orders, deliveries and in house orders. Now however, there wasn't really time to think as it was a full house. Most people were taking the opportunity to have a few more nights out before the winter set in with a vengeance and the cooks were getting through the vegetables almost faster than he could cut them. The blonde finished what remained of the hated carrots, getting up from the low bench stool and opened the fridge that was full of pans holding marinating cuts of meat. Requested pan grabbed in one hand, Spike made his way over to the waiting cook, Jian. Head nodding at what the tiny man was saying, he put the chopped pork down onto the bench beside him. ~ Mmmm, smells really good, wonder if it tastes better? ~ Actually interested in how to make Kong Pow pork, the vampire took no notice of where he placed his hands as he turned his body to face the head cook. A squeal reverberated around the large room as Spike clutched his rapidly swelling right hand and wrist close to his chest. Jumping around in agony while surrounded by people babbling questions of what had happened, he pointed repeatedly at the innocent bowl of crushed garlic that lay smashed on the grimy tiles. Literally dragged over to the huge sink by one of the waitresses, he held his arm out towards the cool water as it ran over his blistering hand and lower arm. ~ Ooowwww! Garlic, of the things to dip into, it's fucking garlic. Ouch, fuck! Bloody Hell, what's next? Holy water? ~ Pain radiating through his fingers as he tried to move them, he hissed as he felt his chest begin to blister as garlic juice soaked through his long sleeved t-shirt. Pen and notebook fumbled for in his back pocket, the vampire attempted to write a request for ice and for Xander to be called so that he could go home, all the while abusing himself for not wearing gloves as soon as the veges had been finished. As much as he loved the smell of garlic, it was vicious to his breed. A smaller hand than his own took the notebook from him with a promise to call his boyfriend. ~ Be home Xanny, please? ~ ~ So stupid, should have worn the gloves. Nothing like dicing with weapons each day is there? ~ A snort in surprise greeted the ice pack shoved up the front of his top. Looking at his hand and wrist properly for the first time now that the distraction of his chest was getting taken care of, Spike groaned as he took in the massive swelling that completely obliterated his wrist. His fingers looked like huge white sausages, covered in small blisters as his skin burned. Briefly wondering just what else could go wrong, he sighed in relief as he heard Helen confirm with Xander for the blonde to be picked up as soon as possible. The unhappy male had been worried that the brunette was out drinking with Mac and the rest of the work crew and that he would have been stuck at work until he was picked up after 11pm as usual. With his hand still held under the water, he wondered if after this, he would have a job in the morning. He didn't know if it was a good idea to stick around in a place that constantly dealt with an ingredient which could kill him if he ingested some by accident or got covered in enough of the stuff. Scraping noises behind him, he saw a large matronly woman drag the stool from the bench over for him to sit on while he waited for Xander to pick him up. Helen took his swollen hand in hers, poking and prodding at the sore flesh. "Silly man, you should know that you have to keep away from the garlic. Watch where you put your hand next time, ok?" smiled Helen, wrapping the affected limb tightly in an effort to halt the swelling. Leaning closer to him, she told him to put his teeth away before the other's noticed. ~I got fangs again? Haven't had sex yet tonight, didn't feel them drop though ~ Shocked, Spike ran his tongue over the dropped fangs. A huge smile on his face as he was able to retract them fully before flashing the owner's wife a face full of fang. Helen laughed softly as she watched the process repeated for a few minutes, sharing in the joy that the fellow demon obviously felt. She was a bit confused as to why a vampire was so happy to be flashing his fangs at her but she wasn't about to ask questions about this strange creature. Arm wrapped firmly from elbow to wrist, the vampire felt stupid for fanging at the helpful Arg'nt Demon but he just couldn't help himself. It looked like a mass of sudden stimulation was what was helping the demon recover his game face in addition to 3 days on full human blood, four bags each day. Xander had almost screamed his head off until he realised that Spike wanted to pay his own way, giving the demon enough for two bags and asking if Lukas would start a tab for the blonde. The Kava demon had been more than happy to float the vampire for a few weeks as long as he was paid on a regular basis, human blood being $50.00 per bag regardless of blood type. Ignoring the sizzling sounds around him, he wrote Helen the question of him having a job the next day. Given the answer of yes, Spike was oddly pleased that he would be able to come back the next Thursday afternoon. It was now dark enough for him to walk the 40 minutes to the restaurant before he started at 4pm, not having to rely on Lukas to pick him up so that he could get to work on time with out frying. The blonde hated cutting the vegetables and doing the dish work but he had been genuinely interested in how to prepare the different sauces and finally cooking the combined lot. He figured it was because his nose was so sensitive that he found that he could pick each individual ingrediant no matter how many dishes were currently being cooked at one particular time. These thoughts running through his mind as he tried to take his mind off the pain radiating down his right arm, Spike barely took any notice when Mary timidly waved a few containers in front of his nose. Helen shouted across the kitchen, much to the amusement of the other's, that his food didn't contain any garlic so that he wouldn't have to worry about his tongue swelling from kissing his boy. Snapped out of his thoughts, he took the offerings from Mary while leering at Helen. Soft giggling beside him, the vampire waggled an eyebrow at the teenager that made her scurry from the kitchen in mock fright. Lid taken off one, he took a small snort that identified the lack of garlic in the assortment of freshly cooked dim sims and spring rolls. Excited, the slender man sat on the stool and waited to be picked up, watching the actions of the busy kitchen. He was sure that Xander was going to share in his joy of having fangs again, he hadn't felt any other part of his game face arise but he hoped that it would only be a small matter of time. ~ Gonna give you a show whelp! Give you a fang blow job too if you're lucky! ~ ~ Owww! I'm sorry for being so stupid, just stop with the hitting alright? ~ His head being repeatedly smacked into the car window, Spike wondered if the brunette was going to rip out some of his hair, his fist being clenched so tightly around his blonde locks. "What the fuck is wrong with you? We can't afford for you to be doing idiot things like that" snarled the angry youth as he stopped bashing the blondes head against the rattling window and instead started to shake the smaller man as hard as he could. Xander was annoyed beyond belief. He had been relaxing at home by himself for once, watching the some movie on the tv and eating the chocolate bars he had become addicted to, when Betty had called and asked him to pick up his boyfriend due to a workplace accident. Still uncomfortable with the gay tag, he had none the less rushed straight out with images of a finger less Spike running through his head. Worried all the 20 minute drive to the restaraunt, he had sped as fast as the icy road would let him, dashing out from the hastily parked car only to be confronted by a smirking vampire happily flashing a face full of fang in his direction. Momentarily stunned to see the fangs being dropped and retracted repeatedly, he had asked the manager what had happened to the blonde that required him to go home. Xander had felt his temper start growing as Helen explained about the accident and the inability of Spike to now use his right hand due to the reaction to the garlic. Thanking the short plump woman with a wide smile plastered on his face, he had said nothing to the vampire until they had gotten in the car and driven out of Pennington, stopping along the deserted road covered in soft powdery snow. Temper now at it's peak, he had ordered the other man out of the car and had waited until the bleached blonde was beside him before punching him onto the ground. Hands wrapped around the soft hair, he had dragged the other man to his feet, smacking his head repeatedly into the car frame all the while asking if this is what he had to do to ensure that the vampire would learn to use his brains next time. "You do not stick your hand in a bowl of garlic, what did the chip do? Make you a complete retard?" sneered Xander as he let the smaller man drop to the ground in tears. "You can shut the crying up as well, I'm not interested in it." ~ Like I can help it! It's hard not to cry when you belt the shit out of me. ~ Spike stayed where he was on the ground, jeans getting wet from the snow, he had learnt to let the other man pace up and down with no distractions. He understood that the brunette was lashing out in anger but mostly worry about what would happen if he lost the job at The Vestal Gardens. It had been sheer luck and demon contacts that he had gotten that job, nothing else apart from storeroom packer in the local pharmacy had been going. The vampire had tried to write a squiggly explanation for the boy, handing it to him had only resulted in the notebook being flung out of the still moving car. Now with the car parked in an odd angle on the side of the main road between Pennington and Fairbanks, Spike hoped that Xander would calm down quickly as he was getting to hate the feel of cold wet jeans. Tears running down his face, he once again berated himself for being lazy and not wearing the gloves Helen had provided for him once he had finished the vegetables. Emitting a squawk as a large hand wrapped around his ear, the vampire was lifted from the ground and roughly shoved towards his side of the car by the still seething male. Quick wipe of the face and he belted himself into the passenger side of the white Commodore. Xander heavily plonked himself into the drivers side, inserting the key and letting the engine rumble into life. Car engine warming, he lifted a hand towards the blonde. SLAP! "I thought I told you to shut them up?" ~ Yeah, that's right, you did. I'll stop them just for you, alright?~ Quick nod, trying to ignore the stinging cheek, Spike wiped hurriedly at the falling tears. Annoyed with himself, he sniffed in the boy's general direction, hoping to scent some of the anger disappearing. Arm held stiffly across his middle in the attempt of not banging it against the car interior as the the vehicle lurched it's way onto the road, he detected the increasing worry overriding the initial anger. The inevitable apology was coming any minute now. "I'm sorry that I slapped you, my temper gets the better of me sometimes, you know that?" ~Oh look! Right on cue that one was, gee Pet, your getting better at timing this stuff~ "Please don't lose this job ok? The bills are starting to come in and we need to buy another woodpile, I can't afford everything on my own." A sigh and another nod in the brunettes direction as the other man went on to ask if he would be more careful at work next time and did his hand hurt too much? ~ Going to swallow a jar of the stuff next time just for the fun of being belted around, of course it fucking hurts, you Dickhead ~ The car slowly coming to a halt alongside the road again, Spike suddenly worried that the boy had heard his thought. Looking over towards Xander, he wondered what had caught his wondrous gaze. After a brief hesitation, he got out of the car and stood next to the brunette, staring in wonder a the display of coloured lights being played across the sky. They had both seen the remarkable display dancing above the earth before but this was the first time they had seen the rare red lights. Following Xander's move, he scrambled onto the cold car roof and sat next to the youth. One arm flung around the slender shoulders, Xander pulled the blonde closer to him so that he was snuggled firmly against the broader chest. Both wearing their gifted check jackets, they sniggered at the white cloud that came only from the brunettes mouth. Staring at the display of natures artwork while protectively embraced against his claimant persuaded the vampire to forget about his bruised scalp and cheek. Finally the cold creeping into their backsides was too hard to ignore as was Spikes wet jeans. Reluctantly they climbed back into the car and headed off towards their cabin again. Car parked alongside the box that housed the nearly gone woodpile, Xander kissed and nibbled at the blonde as they made their way into the cabin. The bruises already mostly gone due to quick healing, the smaller man responded with passion as both males clothing was stripped off in the still warm bedroom. Inbetween tripping over the discarded clothing and playful kitten, they continued to kiss and fondle each other until Spike was positioned on all fours by a panting brunette. Hearing the pop of the lube container being opened, the vampire wiggled his backside at the younger man enticeingly, moaning when he felt slick fingers start to prepare him. All too soon the magic digits were replaced by larger, hotter organ. Rocking back to meet Xander's hard thrusts, Spike panted in delight, thankful that he was now used to most of the rough treatment during sex that the brunette liked to dish out. Almost knocked off balance due to harshness of the thrusts that were speeding up, the vampire was concentrating on keeping his position when he felt a warm hand encircle his hard cock. Alternately moving backwards and then forwards so that he was thrusting into Xanders pumping fist, he could feel himself almost ready to cum. Roaring, Xander shot deep into the vampires bowels, only seconds later finding his fist holding a jerking penis. Hand covered in cool cum, he moaned as his limp cock slid out of the tightness when the blonde turned to start licking his cum coated fingers. As weird as it seemed, he found himself wondering what vampire cum tasted like. Hesitantly, he pulled his finger's out of the fanged mouth and lowered his mouth to the panting blonde's. Slowly at first, the two men tasted the cool essence flowing between them. Xander didn't know what it tasted like exactly, it was slightly salty and actually had a hint of garlic but it wasn't entirely unpleasant and had hints of other flavours mixed into it. Kiss deepening, he lay the vampire lengthways in the tangled sheets, lying next to the cool body. Continuing to kiss and explore the other mans white body, he played with the sensitive nipples, eliciting small noises of longing. Oddly pleased that he was the one to ensure the noises being made, Xander traced his forefinger along the cheek he had slapped at earlier, noting that the bruise was almost gone. Thought pushed out of his mind for the minute, he touched and stroked the cool body entirely until sleep caught up with them later that night following another round. Spike watched as the boy's breathing deepened, signalling the capture of dreams. He wasn't upset over the beating he had received earlier and the sex had been great especially the kiss in which the whelp had finally tasted vamp cum for the first time, he was still upset over being called a retard by the boy. He knew that he shouldn't let it get to him and before the chip there was no way it would have but it hurt to be called names and when his claimant did it even out of anger, it hurt even more. Ignoring the pain in his bandaged arm and hand, the vampire rested his head against the broad warm chest and closed his eyes in an attempt to get some sleep. 15 November 2000 10.43 pm Spikes point of view Here I am, sitting on the floor. Huddled into a corner trying not to cry anymore while the whelp is screaming and kicking at me to make sure that I understand that I have to stop. Or else. I would love to ask what else means but he would probably just stake me to make a point. Yeah, his temper is getting that bad. Ooomph. That one really hurt. Damn it, I can't stop these bloody tears. Little shit found out today what Baxter meant. Backs to the wall boys, here comes Xander. Baxter. Needless to say someone wasn't a happy little munchkin, especially when all I could do was laugh at him. Seriously, the look on his face was priceless. Oh god, I think he's broken a rib. Please stop, you're hurting me. We were at Fitzy's place knocking back a few beers and playing cards while watching the local ice hockey team stuff up tapes. Didn't really think that ice hockey would be a sport that was interesting, but the sheer violence of it was just fantastic. Brutal and I loved every minute of that tape. Got me in such a great mood that I didn't take much notice of Xan asking what Baxter meant. No! Don't do it! Aahhh, that fucking hurts! Heard all the laughing behind me so naturally I turn around to see whats happening and there's the whelp looking absolutely horrified. Mac filled me in real quick on what had happened and with my attention between the ice hockey and what the laughing was about, I just nodded my head when the boy asked if I had known all along. Owww, owww. I think I'm gonna be sick. My fingers broken. I can't believe he broke my finger. Even with all the beer and smoke filling the room, the stench of anger reached me almost straightaway and I knew that I was pretty much fucked. A round of goodbyes and excuses of work the next day and I was handed the keys to the car and asked to drive home. Damn glad too, the whelp would have hurt me and certainly killed himself if he had driven in the mood he had worked himself into. I'm trying alright? Stop punching me and I might just be able to stop the crying. Drove all the way home in silence. The smell coming off the boy in the car was making me feel sick. He certainly had enough time to think of how to get back at me. Picked a great way too. Got into the cabin and told me to undress, which I did, then the prick tells me to lie on my back. I freak because I *know* exactly what he's going to do because he's taking his damn clothes off as well. Please stop Xanny. Why do you hurt me? It was only a joke. Ooomph, I think another rib has gone. I go running around towards the bathroom in the hopes of locking myself in, no way was he going to fuck me like a woman. He promised me that he would never try to do it. Didn't count on his longer reach and before I knew it, I was thrown across the kitchen bench and landed in the kitchen next to the fridge. Took a few kicks for me to be where I am now though. Noooo! You promised, you swore that you would never do this! Stop, just don't do it. I can't believe this is happening. He's actually going to make me do this. Why? I trusted him. Damn it, the arsehole is strong. I love you, please don't do it. I'm so stupid, I should have paid attention to what he was asking me. Should know by now not to laugh at the whelp. Ffffuuuck, that hurts! Yeah, just lie back and take it like the whore I am. Why bother any more. He promised me that he would never make me do this. He's the only one I've ever told about why I hate doing it this way. I can't stop the tears, he's not asking me to any more but I'm still trying. If I stop them, maybe he'll stop taking me like a woman. Still love him though. CHANNEL ALASKA is now finished until the next series which I am currently having nasty thoughts about. The term Baxter is quite common in Australia as a derogatory term for homosexuals. Basically if a known gay man passes a few straights, they tell each other to get their "backs to the wall, here comes Jeff" as in a joke that if they don't turn their arses to the wall, Jeff will try to do them. Thought that I would explain it as I've had a few people asking what Baxter meant. Continued in 'But I Love You?' |
