Title: Strip Tease 8

Email: tirel@pcnuthut.com

Author: Velvet Crypt

Disclaimer: Joss is God. I own nothing.

Spoilers: Season 6 ending. AU after that.

Summary: Xander is repaid.

Dedication: For Edibbea…who searched the wilds of her computer until she found that which made me sane.

Poem by ashley mist malachi.

Spike fidgeted as they pulled up in front of the hotel. Xander hid a grin. Whatever it was that Spike was planning had him so worked up that the vampire could hardly sit still. Not that not sitting still was any different than usual, but the worried look in those blue eyes showed Xander just how important it was that Xander approve of Spike’s plans.

Moments later they stood on the sidewalk, bags at their feet, with a flurry of people traipsing in and out of the hotel. Xander people watched while he waited for Spike to tell him their next move. ~Not a lot of couples~ He noted. ~Not really a whole lot of women.~ He raised an eyebrow. ~Gay convention, maybe?~ He eyed the men for handholding. ~Nope. Not gay. Just a lot of tee shirt clad, geeky young men. And…Klingons?~

Xander’s head shot around so fast his neck cracked. His gaze followed a Klingon warrior in full regalia, complete with bat’leth. The man stalked through the crowd, seemingly oblivious to the gazes directed his way. He disappeared through the hotel doors. Xander blinked rapidly. ~I am having a hallucination.~

He opened his mouth to ask Spike if the vampire had seen the Klingon as well when a herd of teenaged boys walked by, jabbering excitedly. They were all dressed in yellow, blue or red shirts with black trousers and small silver triangles on their chests. He heard a snicker.

Turning, he caught Spike just covering his mouth with his hand. “Wh-what the hell is this?” Xander asked, eyes wide.

Spike shrugged, another flash of worry crossing his face. “I…well, you…I remember when I stayed in the basement of doom…well, you…I just…” Xander cut him off with a hug that bordered on painful.

“You sneaky bastard!” He nearly squealed. “You got us into a Sci Fi convention?” Spike nodded sheepishly. Xander took another moment to crush Spike’s ribs before jerking his bag up with one hand and snatching Spike’s hand with his other. The vampire barely had a chance to grab his own bag as Xander drug him through the crowd.

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There was no sign of the sleek, sexy stripper who drew crowds by the dozens as Xander slipped the card key into the door lock of their hotel room. The overhyper, babbling teenager that Spike remembered from years before, had replaced that man. Though Spike would never give up the Xander he knew now for anything, he was pleased to have found something that brought back that spark he’d associated with the former Scooby.

Spike thought Xander was amazing. He’d scraped together what was left of his life and begun over again in New Orleans. He found confidence in himself and a kind of internal peace that comes with knowing you’ve hit rock bottom. He grew up emotionally and learned to accept and roll with the punches.

Spike knew that Xander was content in his life as it was. He had a gorgeous home, a dream car, a job he loved, he’d finally accepted who he was and had the undead male vampire boyfriend to prove it. But he still wasn’t complete. He’d lost a part of himself in the transition.

Spike reveled in Xander-the-stripper. Tight leather, silver piercings, that wicked tongue…more than a match for his demon. And Xander-the-Scooby? Well, Spike understood that part of Xander the most, having experienced it for 5 years or so. Even so, Xander and Spike had been avoiding their Sunnydale personas, trying not to bring up any bad memories for the other. Strangely, Spike missed the Scooby.

However, Xander-the-Zeppo…that was a part of Xander the boy didn’t share with just anyone. Spike was sure that Anya only knew enough to make her stop asking questions. Buffy and Giles knew even less. The only one who ever truly saw the Zeppo, who truly knew what formed Xander, was Willow.

Spike knew Xander mourned the loss of his ‘sister’. He could see the sadness fog the boy’s eyes on those rare occasions when Xander would talk about his youth. He knew the boy longed for a time when Xander was just another goofy kid; climbing trees, eating ice cream, reading comics; the days before becoming a Scooby, the things that went bump in the night only happened on TV…when he didn’t have to prove that he could keep up with his other friends.

Spike frowned fiercely at that thought. ~Bloody idiots didn’t know what the hell they had. Now he’s mine.~

“Care to let me in on what the bedspread did to piss you off?” Xander asked from Spike’s side. The vampire blinked in startlement and turned his head to see the brunette grinning at him.

Spike smiled back wryly. “Nothing, luv. Just wallowing in the past.” Xander flung himself onto the bed and held his arms out. Spike gladly moved into them, snuggling his head down on his boy’s chest.

“Well, stop it.” Xander chastised gently. “The only past we’re going to poke around in this weekend is mine.” He squeezed the vampire tightly. “Why did you decide to bring me to this, anyway?”

Spike tilted his head up so he could look into Xander’s eyes. “This is where you come from. Before I met you…before I tried to kill you…you were just a normal kid who liked normal kid things. I know I wasn’t the first, but my kind…we stole that from you.” He reached up to trail a finger across Xander’s lips, smiling as the other man kissed the finger midway through its journey.

“You lost a huge part of what made you who you are. All the spare time you had went into vanquishing bad nasties and saving the world from things no one else believed existed. I just wanted to give some of that back to you.” His voice trailed off, suddenly thinking what a poncey idea this was.

Xander pulled Spike closer to him and rolled them so that the vampire was underneath him. He gazed into the crystal depths looking up at him so uncertainly. How had Spike done this? How had this man crept into his life so stealthfully? How did he see so much when Xander tried so hard to hide it? Xander smiled.

“It scares me sometimes.” He trailed a finger down Spike’s suddenly panicked face. “How much you understand me.” Panic receded. “I tried so hard to be what everyone wanted. I was a great friend to Buffy. Muscle to keep the Slayer safe for Giles. I was the model big brother to Dawnie. I was the perfect boyfriend…” he chuckled. “Well, right up to the part where I couldn’t lie to myself anymore.”

He sighed. “I spent so much time these last few years being what everyone wanted. I’m not even sure who Xander really is anymore. But you…” He leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on Spike’s lips. “Somehow you seem to know exactly who I am. Who I was. Who I want to be.”

Spike smiled back and captured Xander’s lips again, deepening the kiss. He pulled away and Xander whimpered. “And who do you want to be, luv?” he whispered against quivering lips. Xander trembled as the cool breath, flavored with Spike, brushed past his moistened lips and curled around his tongue. He opened heavy eyes and stared up into the face of this vampire, this man who had come to mean so much to him in such a short time.

“Yours.” He whispered back. “I want to be yours.” He watched in wonder as blue bled to golden in the vampire’s eyes. Spike’s lithe body stiffened and froze, his gaze locked on Xander’s. “I love you, Spike.” Xander continued softly. “I love you, and I want to be yours.” The statue stillness melted away and the golden receded back into blue; cool, icy blue filled with hope, fear, longing.

Xander brought a hand up to the vamp’s face and gently cupped Spike’s cheek. “Will you have me?” Spike’s mouth worked soundlessly for a moment, confusion written all over his face. Then he closed his eyes. Xander felt a shudder work its way through the slight body and then Spike nodded slowly.

“Mine.” The vampire whispered, as if testing the sound of it on his tongue. His eyes opened again; golden again. A low rumble reverberated in his chest and he wrapped hard fingers around Xander’s upper arms. “Mine.” He growled again and flipped Xander onto his back against the mattress. Spike climbed his way up the boy’s body and knelt, straddling warm hips.

Xander thrilled at the possessive note in Spike’s voice. It matched the feel of Spike’s hands on his body, fingers gripping almost painfully, holding the brunette in his embrace. Hard lips slammed into unresisting ones. Spike ruthlessly forced Xander’s mouth open, tasting every centimeter of the moist cavern. Xander smiled against the assault and slipped his arms around Spike’s waist.

He curled his legs up with Spike’s and pulled the vampire closer. Spike lifted his head at the press of Xander’s hips on his own. He gazed in wonder as a tiny bead of blood welled up on his lovely boy’s lips, and Xander just smiled up at him. Spike slowly leaned in and flicked his tongue out to wipe the smear up. Ecstasy burst over him. Xander tasted of copper, heat, lust; sunshine, peace, joy. He tasted of trust, of honesty…of love.

Xander’s hand came back up to cup Spike’s face. “Yours.” He whispered. “Please, Wil…touch me, taste me. Mark me…bleed me…claim me.”

Tremors ran through Spike’s body again and Xander felt the vampire’s cock swell to press against its leather confinement. “Do you mean that?” Spike’s voice shook nearly as much as his body. “You’d let me bleed you? Mark you as mine?”

Xander nodded, joy shining in his dark brown eyes. “I’d beg you for it, love.” The blue completely disappeared in Spike’s eyes and Xander watched in anticipation as the vampire’s fangs elongated and ridges formed over his eyes.

“Anything I have, Xander, anything you want…it’s yours. You’ll never beg again. Not for possessions, or attention, and never for love.” Spike breathed, freeing Xander’s shoulders to tug at his shirt.

Xander smirked. “Is that a cheap way of getting out of telling me you love me?” Spike bared his fangs, then countered the fierce look with a gentle finger down Xander’s cheek.

“I love you, Xan.” He managed a tender smile, even in game face. “I love Xander Harris.” He announced to the room in general. “William the Bloody is in love with Alexander Lavelle Harris!” Xander half-heartedly punched the goofy vamp in the chest.

“How bout Spike loves Xander?” Spike growled deep in his throat and Xander felt the vamp’s cock jump again.

“Sounds perfect to me, luv.”

Xander lost track of the next few minutes. He only knew that Spike took immediate possession of his mouth, teasing his tongue, nibbling his lips and somehow making their clothes disappear without Xander even noticing. “I wrote about this.” Spike whispered, his breath stirring Xander’s eyelashes.

“About u-us?” Xander stuttered as a cool tongue licked a path from his chin to his temple.

“Mmmm hmmm.”

“T-tell me?” Spike bathed the other side as well.

“Softness. His touch…so light. Like a will-o-wisp, a ball of dandelion fluff.” Spike nuzzled Xander’s temple. “I whisper against the pink shell of his ear. I feel a shudder.” Xander’s actions mirrored his lover’s words and then Spike’s mouth was gone…nibbling around to possess his boy’s lips.

“My heart beats again. To touch his mouth, a little trip to Heaven. A little taste of heaven.” A brief moment to lay gentle, soft kisses on Xander’s swollen lips. “His lips warm against mine. I crave his heat.” Spike moved the torture lower and suckled just below the dip of Xander’s throat. Xander’s back came up off of the bed, seeking more contact. Spike chuckled huskily.

“His firm body arches up against me, taunt like a bowstring. I long to claim him.” A cool hand ran down Xander’s flank, leaving goosebumps in its wake. “But my insecurities dwell deep. So, for now, I shall refrain.” An almost animalistic howl of loss rose from Xander’s throat and Spike crawled up to look into his lover’s eyes. “Alone. Again. Inside. Alone. Again. Hiding.”

He traced the tanned planes of Xander’s face, thrilling as the boy leaned in to his every caress. “Voices from the past, screaming to me…Why would he want you? No one has ever wanted you. Perhaps, I should close the door on this need.” Xander’s head began to shake and he mouthed ‘No, no, no.’ Spike smiled. “Dare I hope once more?” Shaking turned into nodding, followed with a sweet smile that held such promises.

“Waiting. It burns. Yet…I do.” At the conclusion of Spike’s words, Xander reached up and tangled his fingers into soft, blonde hair. He tugged Spike’s head down to rest in the crook of his neck.

“Don’t wait anymore, Wil.” Xander pleaded quietly. Spike suckled on Xander’s neck before he lifted the boy’s hands over his head and locked warm fingers onto the headboard. The look in Spike’s eyes said more clearly than words that Xander wasn’t to move. Xander relaxed into the fluffy pillows and gave himself totally up to his lover.

“Did you know that blood play is a vital part of sex for vampires?” Spike asked, absently running fingertips through the dark curls on Xander’s chest. Xander whimpered in response, somehow understanding that Spike didn’t really want an answer. “Most of the time, we just bite each other during an orgasm.” Xander’s body twitched. “But then there are the special times…when the blood calls to us, a seductive siren’s call.”

Spike crawled up to whisper in Xander’s ear. “It pulls our demon to the forefront. It pushes away every other desire save the one to dominate your lover. Dominate with sex, with blood, with pain.” At that, Spike nipped Xander’s ear, causing a bead of blood to well up, tainting the golden flesh. Xander jerked. His cock began leaking precum into a pool on his belly.

“But fucking humans is different.” Spike licked the tiny wound closed and ventured south again. “You blood still calls to me, Xander. Seductive, full of promises. But…the promises are different. I can hear the sound of the blood in your veins.” He ran his tongue over the boy’s carotid. “I can feel the heat of it pulsing under your skin. I still want to taste it, to own it…to own you. But I want more. I want you to give it to me. Willingly. I don’t want to rip at your flesh, bend you over and fuck you til you scream ‘Master.’”

Tiny whimpers were escaping Xander’s lips. “I want to taste desire in your blood. Desire for me, to belong to me. Can I taste you, love? Can I see if what is in your eyes is also in your blood?” Xander’s head nodded vigorously, his eyes screwed shut, and his chest came up off of the sheets in an offer. Spike grinned, baring his fangs. ‘Thank you, luv.”

Xander felt Spike’s cool mouth take his nipple in. He felt the swirl of the vampire’s masterful tongue, stiffening the nipple into a hard peak. Then, he felt a burning. It caused a low sweet ache that radiated out from his nipple, over his chest and down to his groin. He realized that Spike had just pierced his nipple with a delicate fang.

“Oh, fuck yes, Spike…” He gasped, lifting his legs to wrap around the vampire’s waist. Spike responded with a hip roll and a hard suckle. He then lifted his head with an audible pop. Xander could only lie, motionless, and wonder where the next spot to feel the touch of his lover’s fangs would be. He soon found out as a line of fiery pleasure set up residence from his sternum to his navel. He moaned deep in his throat and begged with his body.

Spike took pity and licked the line of fire into a steady burning ache. He pried Xander’s grip loose and settled into the crook of his boy’s legs. Xander’s body tensed in anticipation. The vampire took tiny licks, tiny tastes of Xander’s salty flesh. Spicy sweat, the musky scent of arousal and the tangy taste of precum blended together to form an exquisite aperitif that made Spike’s mouth water.

Giving into temptation, the blonde dropped his jaw and engulfed the boy’s cock in one smooth motion. The buck of Xander’s hips and keening wail from his throat made Spike smile around his prize. He pulled back, laving every millimeter with his tongue, only to dive back in…to feel the head of Xander’s cock inch down the back of his throat. Hot blood pumping through its length, warming Spike from the inside out.

An idea formed, and he glanced up to see Xander’s eyes squeezed tightly shut, his hands nearly bloodless from their grip on the bed. On his next downstroke, Spike paused, tilted his mouth marginally…and sank fang into the hard shaft.

The rich, hot, salty essence of Xander burst over his tongue. A split second later, Xander was supporting both his own and Spike’s weight by heels and the back of his head alone as his body arched in a perfect curve up off of the bed. Then, Xander screamed his release and blood and cum mixed into an intoxicating mouthful that had Spike whimpering around spasming flesh.

When the last muscle had twitched and the last drop wrung from Xander’s body, the boy dropped like a ton of bricks. He lay back on the pillow, gasping, watching the fireworks behind his eyelids. His hands slowly fell from their place on the headboard to lie limply at his sides. A bead of sweat trickled from his forehead, down his hairline and into the damp curls framing his face.

Spike crawled up and perched on the boy’s thighs. Exhausted, Xander cracked his eyes open to see his vampire grinning wickedly at him. Somehow he summoned the strength to quirk his own lips and then mouth ‘I love you.’ The effect was startling. Spike’s gorgeous eyes softened. A tiny, shy smile and a quavering lip replaced his snarky smirk, and his entire posture went from Big Bad Vampire to Big Goofy Cuddler. He leaned down and rested his head on Xander’s chest and closed his eyes.

“I love you, too, Xan.” He whispered. Xander kissed the blonde head gently and smiled up at the ceiling. ~Oh, yeah. Life is good.~

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Spike blinked.

Then blinked again.

No. It was still there.

He looked to see if Xander had caught sight of it.

Yes, yes he seemed to see it. But was grinning like a madman. Or at least like a Xander hyped up on several cans of Dew and 5-pound bag of Almond M&M’s.

He looked back.

“Xander?”

“Yeah, Spike?”

“Why is there a group of B’Sa demons having sex in the lobby?”

Xander nearly strained a muscle trying to look in a 360-degree circle. “What?”

Spike nudged Xander’s arm and pointed with his chin. “There. Directly in front of us. Four B’Sa demons having group foreplay in front of a hundred humans.”

Xander frowned, searching in vain. Spike sighed and reached up to position Xander’s head. “Right. There.”

Xander started to snicker. Then chuckle. Soon, it had erupted into a belly laugh that caused him to lean against Spike hoping that his legs would hold up when the glaring vamp decided to let him fall. “S-spike…those are just…people dressed up…like Ferengi.” He chortled. The vampire frowned.

“Ferengi?”

Xander nodded, wiping his eyes. “Yeah. The Ferengi are a trade race in the Star Trek universe. They love money and making deals. They also have this rule about their women not wearing clothes and they get off by having their ears rubbed.”

Spike looked puzzled, but amused. “Xander, do you know what a B’Sa demon is?” A shake in the negative. “The B’Sa live in communal dwellings, run by the richest male in the surrounding area. They firmly believe in never giving anything away unless you get something, preferably more valuable, in compensation.” He smirked a bit as Xander’s eyes widened. “B’Sa women are beaten with sticks if they dare wear clothing in the presence of a male and the most valuable commodity a B’Sa male can possess is a female skilled in the art of oova s’a.”

Xander stared wide-eyed at the vamp. “Which means?”

A huge grin appeared. “Stimulation of the sexual organs located around their ears.”

“You’re shitting me.”

Spike shook his head.

“Holy crap.” Xander breathed, his gaze moving back to the ‘Ferengi.’ “So, those are actually…?”

Spike nodded. “Those are actually four B’Sa…men…giving each other hand jobs in the lobby of a science fiction convention surrounded by…”

“Hundreds of humans who just think they have really cool costumes.” Xander finished in a squeaky voice. Spike covered his mouth with his hand to keep from laughing at the horrified teen. “You know what this means, don’t you, Spike?” Xander turned back to his lover. Spike raised an eyebrow. “This means that Gene Roddenberry wasn’t a fucking genius. He was just another schmuck who knew a few demons and decided to capitalize on it!”

Spike sighed and mentally prepared himself for the marathon of Star Trek episodes he knew he’d face as soon as they got home; complete with a thorough questioning of every alien species to show up from the original series to Enterprise. And wasn’t it scary that he knew that?