Title: Strip Tease 2

Email: tirel@pcnuthut.com

Author: Velvet Crypt

Disclaimer: Joss is God. I own nothing.

Spoilers: Season 6 ending. AU after that.

Summary: Xan shows Spike his new job.

Spike was surprised to see the whelp’s dressing room. Other than a huge wardrobe, it was mostly empty. “Where’s all the geegaws?” He asked.

Xander shot him an unreadable glance. “Don’t keep any. Don’t really like reminders.” Spike chose not to address the implication that he too was a reminder. He just nodded and continued poking around in the closet.

“Don’t have many themed outfits.” He pointed out casually. Xander sat at the dressing table and began to fix his hair.

“Don’t need them. I have someone from the audience choose what I dance to. So I try to go with outfits that will work with anything that gets played.” Spike raised an eyebrow. “It works, really.” Xander laughed. “Most of them choose ass shaking music anyway, and it really draws a crowd, thinking that they might be the one who ‘owns me’ for the night. I usually go have a drink with them later and cover their bar tab.”

“Hey, that’s damn clever!” Spike chortled.

“Wanna pick my outfit tonight?” Xander asked, a husky note in his voice. Spike drew in an involuntary breath, and then nodded. He tilted his head to get a good look at the boy and turned back to the closet. Fishing around, he pulled out a silver mesh g-string and a pair of black leather velcro pants. He completed the ensemble with a silver snapped black leather vest.

He held them up for approval and Xander grinned. “That’s scary. You just picked my favorite outfit.” He dug in a drawer beside him and pulled out a spiked collar and wrist cuffs. He tossed them on top of the clothes Spike laid on a chair and began scrounging in a jewelry case. He drew out a set of silver nipple rings and a delicate silver chain.

Spike took a seat against the wall and watched as Xander transformed himself from the Xander he knew into walking sex on legs. The boy finished his hair and stripped completely. Spike was a little surprised at his total lack of modesty, but shrugged it off. After all, the boy regularly dropped trou for a living, what was getting naked in front of one person?

The blonde stared hungrily at the muscled form, skin sleek and looking soft to the touch. He imagined peeling the leather from it, tasting every exposed inch as he went. He could nearly feel the tickling of the tiny leg hairs against his tongue, taste the salty sweat as it rose in a glossy sheen on the boy’s—

Okay. Calming down now. Spike took a deep breath and looked away. When he trusted himself not to jump the boy, he turned back. Xander had put on the pants and was working on inserting the matched set of nipple rings. Spike made it through that and the fastening of the silver chain in-between them. Then Xander gave the chain a slight tug, wrenching against his nipples.

Spike let out a small moan. He frantically cleared his throat and began fiddling with his lighter. Xander looked over at the bowed blonde head and a sly smile of satisfaction appeared. The next time Spike dared to look up, Xander was totally dressed and standing in front of him. The vamp noticed that the boy hadn’t donned any shoes.

He looked inquiringly between the bare feet and Xander’s amused eyes. “I think the stupidest thing in the world is to have a man shaking his dick in your face while wearing combat boots.” He explained and held out a hand to help Spike to his feet. Xander pointed out the door to the club and headed back to the staging area for the strippers.

Spike slipped through and was immediately overwhelmed by the bass thrumming through him and the smell of arousal that blanketed the room. He grinned predatorily and made his way to the stage. He loomed behind a huge man in a muscle tee who was sitting on the bar stool with the best view of where his Xan-pet would be dancing.

His Xan-pet. Did that actually just form in my head? What the fuck? He shook his head to rid the vision of a silver mesh g-string against sable dark hair. The interloper turned with a sneer. He stood to his full height and slammed his drink on the bar. “Can I help you find somewhere else to stand?” He growled. Leaning down into Spike’s face.

Spike let a slow smile creep across his face. He allowed his eyes to melt into gold. He watched. The larger man’s bravado evaporated one muscle at a time. By the time he had decided to vacate the bar stool, he was hunched and he stared at his feet. He even forgot his drink.

Spike took the seat over. He settled in, downing the man’s scotch in one gulp. A sideways glance cleared out the stools on either side of him and he sat down to wait for the show.

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Spike had just ordered a new drink when a shirtless male waiter in leather and a bow tie slid into the seat beside him. The man shoved a book in front of Spike’s face and nodded. “Hey. Xander tells me you’re Spike. I’m Matt.” He held out a hand. Spike looked at it for a long moment and then followed the arm up to Matt’s face.

The return look said ‘I know what you’re doing. Give me your hand anyway.’ On a whim, Spike clasped the human’s hand. Matt firmly shook it and opened the book. “Xan wants you to pick his song tonight. He said he’d do anything in the book that you wanted.” Matt wiggled his eyebrows.

“You must really be something, man. He lets you choose his outfit and gives you free rein on the bump and grind? Wow.” Spike pulled the book over to him. “Not really. I’m figuring it for a peace offering, actually.”

“Why? What’d he do?”

Spike paused in flipping through pages and looked at the human. “Now that’s for Xander to tell you, I think.”

Matt shrugged, acquiescing, and waited for Spike to choose a song. Eventually, Spike put his finger under a title and Matt leaned over to look. A grin split his face. “Well, lookee there.” He shut the book and stood. Spike grabbed his arm before he could go.

“What did you mean by that?”

“Just that you’re in for a real show. That’s Xan’s favorite practice song.” Matt disappeared into the crowd.

A huge man stepped out onstage ducking the backstage door. It had a clearance of 8 feet. Spike wondered how anyone believed he was human. Didn’t they realize humans don’t come in sizes that large? “Welcome to The Dungeon gentlemen.” He boomed without the use of a mike.

The room quieted. “We are proud to introduce…Xander.” For such a brief intro, the crowd went wild. Spike chuckled at how much the grown men sounded like little girls at a Britney Spears concert. Not that he knew what anyone at Britney’s concerts would sound like. Of course not. He just had heard it on MTV. While he was channel chasing. Cause he wouldn’t watch a Britney video all the way through.

Shut up, ponce. He finally snapped at his inner voice. The lights dimmed and a spotlight opened up on a motionless body on stage. Bloody hell, Spike berated himself. Whelp walked out here and I didn’t even notice. The beat of the music started and Spike lost himself in the show.

Xander didn’t dance to the music. The music followed his motions. Every thrust of his hips was echoed by a drumbeat, every gesture of his arms was imitated by the crooning voice in the background. When he tugged the snaps on his vest apart, the bass thrummed out a counter beat. As the music edged toward the chorus, Xander’s eyes met Spike’s and he blew a tiny kiss to the vamp.

I wanna fuck you.

Xander ripped the vest open and threw his head back. Spike got instantly hard.

I wanna taste you.

He let the vest slip from his arms and slid bonelessly to his knees in front of the vampire. Running one lone finger down his chest, damp with sweat, he held it out in supplication.

I wanna feel you.

Spike took the proffered finger into his mouth and shuddered as Xander’s taste rolled across his tongue.

I wanna be you.

Xan pulled away gently and rose back to his feet effortlessly. He closed his eyes and moved to the music in wanton abandon. He looked nothing like a stripper gyrating to a ‘fuck-me’ song. He was the song.

Spike was taken back to a time when he first saw the boy, dancing in the Bronze with the Slayer and the Witch. He’d danced like no one was watching him. He didn’t care that sometimes he flailed, or sometimes he missed a beat. He danced because he felt it. Because he couldn’t not dance.

This time around, his moves were designed to create arousal. His outfit was meant to tease. And his timing was impeccable. His dancing, though? That was still meant for him. He shared it with the audience, but he still danced because he couldn’t not dance. Spike knew that was why he was the most sought after stripper in the club. Spike also knew that he was going to spend the rest of the night with a raging hard-on.

Xander jerked the leather pants from his hips with one practiced move. His hands hovered over his own chest, his sides, his ass…never quite touching any of them. Spike could appreciate the boy’s choice not to wear shoes. Fuck, even the whelp’s feet were turning him on.

As the song ground to a close, Xander once again hooked a finger in the chain that bound his nipples together. He looked straight into Spike’s eyes and melted into the floor again. As the final beats played out, he lay back and arched his spine, showing his profile in stark relief. The last thing the audience saw before the lights went off again was Xander pulling up roughly on the chain.

When the lights came back on, the stage was empty.