Title: Strip Tease 5

Email: tirel@pcnuthut.com

Author: Velvet Crypt

Disclaimer: Joss is God. I own nothing.

Spoilers: Season 6 ending. AU after that.

Summary: The boys take the stage together.

Notes: The song is Possession by Sarah McLachlan.

For ashley malachi…an amazing woman, an awe-inspiring muse, and an all around naughty girl lol

Xander pushed the door open to the dressing room. He walked through; rows of lockers on one side, mirrored make up walls on the other. He smiled at the other dancers who spoke to him, clapping some on the shoulder, but didn’t deviate from his goal. There, at the end…a blonde head lifted up suddenly from a bent position and Spike wiggled his foot in his boot to make sure he’d be comfortable.

Xander stopped where he was and leaned against the lockers. When Spike finally noticed him, the vamp gave a tiny smile. He finished up getting dressed and shrugged into his duster. Grabbing his smokes off of the table, he made his way through the half naked bodies to Xander’s side.

“Hey, Spike! Fuckin’ awesome show, dude!” a shaggy haired blonde called out. Spike nodded in thanks. The man gave Spike a thumbs-up and Xander fought back a snort of laughter as Spike forced himself to reply in kind. Shaggy boy’s comment was repeated in different forms the length of the room.

When the vampire reached Xander, the human threw a companionable arm around his shoulders and led him out the back door. Xander kicked the door shut behind them and whirled on Spike. He shoved him up against the back wall of the Dungeon and gave in to the ache he’d been feeling all night. He took a single moment to pin Spike still with his eyes and then plundered the vampire’s mouth.

Spike hit the wall with a startled yip he was instantly embarrassed about. But the embarrassment was forgotten instantly as Xander’s chocolate eyes bored into his own. He felt the surge of stolen blood through his veins as Xander’s lips touched his. It wasn’t a gentle kiss. The human had obviously been pushed to the limits of his control. But Spike thought it was perfect. Xander’s teeth ground against his lips as the boy forced Spike’s mouth open.

Spike gave in happily, allowing Xander to run tongue across teeth, exploring every crevice of Spike’s mouth. When Xander had mapped every millimeter, he turned to Spike’s tongue. Spike ceased being submissive and returned the exploration. A sensuous duel occurred between the warm cavern of Xander’s mouth and the cool cavern of Spike’s. Xander’s hands came up to cup Spike’s face and tangle fingers in the platinum blonde hair. Spike’s hands crept around Xander’s waist and came to rest on Xander’s jean clad ass.

Spike dug fingers into the denim and pulled Xander’s hips into his own. Their erections ground into each other, drawing a matched set of moans. Finally, the need for air drove Xander to release his hostage. He gazed, heavy lidded and panting at a thoroughly debauched Spike. The blonde hair was tousled from Xander’s fingers, the usually pale lips were bruised and full and slightly parted. Spike’s own eyes were glazed over with a sheen of lust and need.

Xander smiled and placed one single gentle kiss on those bruised lips, soothing the damage done in the heat of the moment. “Let’s go home, blondie.” He whispered.

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The next few weeks were a bizarre mix of the most enjoyable time either of them could recall, and the most frustrating. They got into a routine of waking in early evening and lying in bed together, snuggling and kissing gently until they were both awake and very horny. Eventually, one of them would realize it was going too far and call a halt. One would shower while the other started breakfast. Then they would trade off and sit down to TV while they ate. One would then wash dishes while the other tidied up the house.

Afterwards, they would head out to a bar for a round of pool or to a theater for a movie. At the bar, they would take turns eyeing each other’s ass and making silly bets about the outcomes of the game. It usually wound up heating them up to the point of tearing each other’s clothes off. At the movies, they would cuddle in the back of the theater and hold hands. That usually resulted in sweet gentle romance that made both of them long for something neither was willing to put a name to.

Neither mentioned the line they would not cross. They just knew it was there. When the feelings became too strong, when they began to think of consummating the friendship they had begun, when thoughts of long term came to mind…they pushed each other away. Then they longed for each other.

After the ‘boy’s night out’ they would head into work. Some nights Xander danced, some nights Spike did. On rare occasions, they both danced the same nights and Mogar noticed a trend. On those nights, the tips the boys made were astronomical, as were the deposits from the bar and the door charges. As a matter of fact, they were nearly double that of nights the boys danced singly. It seemed that each had developed a following. As an entrepreneur, Mogar could hardly respect himself in the morning if he didn’t find a way to take advantage of that.

“You want us to dance together?” Xander repeated. “On stage at the same time?”

Mogar nodded, his large teeth flashing in his large head. “It’ll be great! So, you’ll do it.”

Spike smirked. “Well, mate. I didn’t really hear the question mark on the end of that last part.”

Mogar nodded. “That’s cause it wasn’t there. You have a week to plan something. I want you up there together next Saturday.”

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They finally decided on a song by right of accident. Wandering through the mall late one evening, they stopped by a music store. After an hour of ‘how bout this?’ and ‘naw, don’t really like that’ they were ready to strangle each other. Xander bit back a growl and stuffed his last suggestion back in the slot.

“I have an idea.”

Spike raised an eyebrow, waiting.

“How about we dance to the next song these guys play on the speakers?”

Thinking a moment, Spike eventually nodded and they stood, side by side and arms crossed, staring at the speakers. Then…it played. They stood, transfixed by the lyrics, moved by the beat. Unconsciously, they moved closer together and leaned into each other. When the song ended, they turned slowly to each other and smiled.

Practice was a bit more difficult. It required they do all of the things they’d been avoiding for the last few weeks: touch previously forbidden areas, make promises with their bodies, and act as though it were all foreplay. After practice, they always spent some time apart, beating their heads against the wall in different rooms and berating themselves for being too cowardly to just come out and admit what they felt.

And then, it was Saturday.

They decided to forgo their usual pre-work rituals and headed straight for The Dungeon. They sat watching the club fill up, nursing beers. As the performance time grew closer, they headed into the dressing room and parted ways. Xander opened his locker and reverently pulled out his costume. During one of the times Spike was getting ready for his set, Xander had snuck out and purchased ‘the outfit.’

Choosing the color had been the most difficult. Eventually, the salesclerk, a Goth girl with at least a dozen visible piercings, had sighed and handed him the midnight blue. When he had still vacillated, she took it from him and rang it up. After that, it had been easy to find the trimmings.

The silk of the shirt caressed his broad chest and whispered across the silver hoops in his nipples. Every now and then, a glint of the rings or a flash of tanned flesh could be seen through the strategically placed slits in the fabric. The shirt was tucked into leather pants that zipped up the sides. All the way up…both sides. His thong was practically non-existent. He figured if he held his hands in front of his crotch, he’d be arrested for public nudity. He added a hoop to his belly button and put studs in his ears. Slicking his hair back with sparkly gel completed the picture. He headed out to find Spike.

Spike had his own secrets. He had to admit the fashion of the 80’s was nothing like today. He had enough trouble stealing outfits from the other dancers on a nightly basis. He refused to dance with Xander wearing something that had caressed another man’s dick. So, he’d paid Matthew to get him something sexy to dance in.

The man was well worth his money, although Spike could have done without the color. When Matt found out this was Spike’s first dance with someone, he got quirky. He came back with white leather and diamonds for the ‘virgin’ and the most indecently tiny red thong he could find, for Spike to ‘pop his cherry in.’ After being threatened with bodily harm, Matthew ran from the room snickering and catcalling.

Spike tied the thong on and slipped into the low-riding pants. “Bloody breeze flowing through my dangly bits,” he grumbled as he discovered the latticework of laces keeping his pants on. White x’s scrolled down his legs, leaving little triangles of porcelain white skin exposed. His leather vest was more like a leather bra, he thought. It didn’t quite cover his midriff and left his arms and shoulders bared.

He found that wasn’t a problem though, as Matt had ‘thoughtfully’ provided jewelry for him. He had crystal ladened armbands to strap around his biceps and a string of crystal beads to sling across the bare expanse of skin on his stomach. He added the crystal studs in his ears and spiked his hair. The door opened and an arm snaked in. On the end of the arm was a gorgeous, supple, white leather duster to match the black one that was his trademark.

Spike snatched it out of Matt’s hands and shrugged it on. Still growling, he went to look for Xander.

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Those in the hallway would later say that seeing Xander and Spike catch sight of each other was like watching a firestorm. One minute, there was a gentle breeze between them, then the wind picked up and the flames grew until everything standing between the two was consumed in the heat. Xander and Spike continued to walk toward each other as though on autopilot. Brown eyes never left blue. When they met in the center of the hall, they smiled shyly at each other.

Soon, Mogar poked his head behind the curtain and waved them forward. Taking up positions, they waited for the first beats of the music to begin. The spotlight flared on and picked Xander out of the darkness. He began to sway, hips finding the rhythm as his arms painted the picture of the lyrics. He closed his eyes and allowed himself to feel the music flow through him.

~Listen as the wind blows

From across the great divide

Voices trapped in yearning

Memories trapped in time~

A second spotlight illuminated Spike, the white leather on pale flesh making him seem ethereal as he whirled across the stage, duster splaying out behind him. He slid to a stop behind Xander, backs to one another, and captured the beat opposite Xander. Together, they played the song out on their bodies.

~Night is my companion

And solitude my guide

Would I spend forever here

And not be satisfied~

Spinning as one, they met chest to chest, Xander mere inches taller in bare feet. Spike slid his hands over Xander’s waist and hips as Xander pushed his own hands beneath the duster. He reverently pushed the soft leather from the vampire’s shoulders and tossed it away. Howls met his actions, but neither man heard them. Spike brought a hand up to cup Xander’s face and slid back behind Xander, trailing that hand over the human’s neck as he traced his mark across Xander’s stomach with the other.

~And I would be the one

To hold you down

Kiss you so hard

I’ll take your breath away

And after I

Wipe away the tears

Just close your eyes, dear~

Xander’s head fell back in submission, pulling a growl from deep within Spike’s throat. Spike reached around Xander’s chest, molding his crotch to Xander’s ass…forcing the boy into a rhythm he chose… as he felt for the tiny buttons on the silk shirt. The growl grew as the silk defied him. With a jerk, he ripped the buttons free and bared Xander’s skin. He nuzzled the boy’s neck in satisfaction.

~And through this world I stumble

So many times betrayed

Trying to find an honest word

To find the truth enslaved~

Xander slid forward and let the silk fall from his arms, he caught it on his hands and wrapped them in it. Holding his bound hands high above his head, he danced a circle back to Spike a knowing grin on his face. Spike moved up to meet him but then dropped into a crouch. A cool, wet tongue traced a path from Xander’s leather, across his tense stomach muscles, and up to the hollow of his throat.

~Oh you speak to me in riddles

You speak to me in rhymes

My body aches to breathe your breath

Your words keep me alive~

Xander moaned quietly and placed his hands on either side of Spike’s face and drew him up. He grasped the clasps on Spike’s vest with visibly trembling fingers and fumbled with them. Spike reached up to help him, their fingers tangling, touching even as they undid the clasps. The music ceased to be the thing they were dancing to and began to wend its way through their bodies. It pulled them together and pushed them apart. It called this hand to that hip, that mouth to this bare chest. Neither man even noticed the stage anymore. They were alone, seducing each other to the husky voice in their heads and the thrumming beat in their blood.

~And I would be the one

To hold you down

Kiss you so hard

I’ll take your breath away

And after I

Wipe away the tears

Just close your eyes, dear~

Spike leaned Xander backwards, supporting him with the strength of only one arm. The boy spilled over that arm with no hesitation, trust evident in every sinew of his body as he bared his throat, his belly, to the predator who held him. Spike ran a nail over the tanned skin, smiling at Xander’s shudder, and headed for the zippers holding the human’s pants on. The first one unzipped, Spike jerked Xander back up against his body and slid him across his own pinking flesh into his other arm. He repeated the move that unzipped the pants and moved his hands up to Xander’s armpits. In a slight show of vamp strength, he lifted the boy straight up and out of the leather, allowing him to melt down his body and puddle at his feet.

~Into this night I wander

It’s morning that I dread

Another day of knowing of

The path I fear to tread~

Xander crawled his way to a kneeling position and reached around Spike’s waist to clutch the vamps ass in the white leather. His dark hands contrasting against it and his mouth hovered over the bulge in the front of the pants…allowing dark hair to lay starkly against white leather. He tugged at the laces, loosening one eyelet after another. As the pants were slowly opened, they fell away from Spike’s pale flesh. He kicked out of them and pulled Xander back to his feet.

~Oh into the sea of waking dreams

I follow without pride

Nothing stands between us here

And I won’t be denied~

Spiraling slowly around each other, they had eyes for no one else. Their faces so close, their bodies brushing from shoulder to knee, their motions mirroring each other, they looked like two halves of the same person. Their hands fluttered over each other’s skin, claiming it with feather light touches.

~And I would be the one

To hold you down

Kiss you so hard

I’ll take your breath away

And after I

Wipe away the tears

Just close your eyes.~

As the music ended, Spike reached up and grasped the back of Xander’s head. A simple tug and their lips met. The lights went out as their arms joined into the embrace. The howls began again, as well as thunderous applause, but neither man paid any attention. They walked each other off of the stage, never breaking their kiss. Matt stood in the wings, waiting to congratulate them, and smiled to himself as he saw their position.

He gently nudged them apart, much to Spike’s displeasure and Xander’s chagrin, and steered them to the dressing rooms. He practically threw their clothes at them and told them to go home. With matching grins, the boys did exactly as he ordered.

He nudged them apart, much to Spike’s displeasure and Xander’s chagrin. He guided them back to the dressing room, threw their clothes at them and ordered them home. With matching grins, the boys left.