Disclaimer: Property of Joss, ME, etc.....

Warning: R for M/M Slash

Pairing: S/X with mild S/B

AU: Everyone's human

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DISCOVERIES

Chapter 1

"Why is it so impossible for me to understand anything about this stupid class?" Buffy whined, as she sipped her diet coke.

"You'll figure it out, luv. Or I can help you."

Spike and Buffy sat tangled together in a mass of limbs leaning against the cafeteria table. She glanced back behind her shoulder, eyeing the man with the blonde hair, and relaxed against his chest.

"I hate college! I'll never get it. I might as well drop it. Could save time for other things... better things," she added, wiggling her backside against him.

"Mmmm," he moaned lightly in her ear. "As tempting as it might be, you know daddy would never approve. He'd be down here faster than you could bat an eyelash. And do you really want that?"

Buffy sighed helplessly. "I know. I know. It's just, I never fail at anything! And Calc is kicking my ass!"

Spike scooted back, eyeing the object in question. "Looks okay to me." His tongue curled behind his teeth and a smirk appeared on his lips.

She lent back, unable to resist and placed her lips against his, removing the smirk.

"Whoa, you too. Not in here... public place!"

Buffy let go and turned back around smiling. "Hey Will! What's up?" She eyed the man standing beside her friend, dressed in casual loose fitting khakis and a button down shirt.

"Hey guys! This is Xander Harris. He's in my chem class."

Spike looked up, catching the eye of the stranger. His gaze wandered, taking in the rugged appearance of the man before settling again on his face. "What's up?" he nodded.

"Xander's a music major," Willow answered, pleasantly showing off her new friend.

"Really? Spike's in a band," Buffy offered with a smile.

"Spike?"

"Oh! I'm sorry," said the red head, gripping his hand. "This is Spike." She pointed toward the other man. "And Buffy, his girlfriend."

"So," he said slowly. "What kinda music do you play?"

The blonde man shrugged. "Bit of everything. Mostly rock. Some punk."

Xander stared at Spike, inwardly sizing him up. Black jeans, tee shirt, leather coat down to his ankles. Painted black fingernails. Badass. Just his type. "That's cool."

"You should come down to the club. Got a gig tonight. Old place in town called The Factory," Spike offered, playing with the silver chain around his neck.

"Maybe I'll check it out." He turned toward Willow. "You going?"

She raised her eyebrow in amusement. "Yeah, right," she scoffed. "Not really my style."

Xander turned toward Buffy.

"Nope. Studying to do. Sorry. But why don't you go anyway? Catch a ride with Spike, he needs some male bonding time," she suggested.

Dark eyes met blue ones.

"Sure, why not?" Spike asked, fishing a pack of Marlboros from his pocket, ignoring the no smoking sign behind him. "Pick you up out front 'bout 7:00?"

"Yeah." Xander squinted, watching the other man slip a cigarette between his lips. "Sounds great."

Willow looked around, watching as people began deserting the dining hall. "We'd better go. Just wanted to introduce you two."

"Pleasure," offered Xander, holding his hand out to buffy. She shook it gently, and then pulled away.

"Quite," Spike said, following suit. Their eyes met briefly when their hands joined. A slight rub of Xander's thumb against his skin and Spike slowly pulled away.

"Tonight then." Xander smiled and walked away with Willow, allowing himself one more glance toward the couple.

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"Cool car," Xander offered as Spike stepped out of the old, black Desoto.

"She's a classic. If I can keep 'er runnin'. Parts are a bitch to get a hold of."

"Just keep it greased and used, it'll hum like a champ." He blushed slightly. "So I've been told."

Spike noticed the tension and cleared his throat. "Well, we're off then." He made his way around the car, his natural swagger causing the brunette to watch until he disappeared inside.

Xander opened the door, took a deep breath and joined him, easing onto the seat. He knew being in this close proximity was going to prove hard given his immediate attraction to the blonde, but urged himself to keep it under control. Spike was hot, no question. Anyone with eyes would notice the chiseled features, cheekbones to kill for and tight body peeking out from under the duster. But Spike had a girlfriend. And Spike was straight. 'Bummer,' he muttered under his breath.

They drove silently to the club, the radio turned as far up as the old car would allow, neither wanting to be the first to start a conversation. When they arrived, Spike reached back, grabbing his guitar case and glanced the direction of his passenger.

"Big back seat," he paused, "good for fucking." He licked his lips slowly for the other man's benefit and opened the door to slide out, leaving Xander open mouthed, gaping in shock and uncomfortable in his seat. He wondered if the innuendo was actually meant toward him, the words alone causing the blood to rush straight to his dick. He exited the car, adjusted his jeans and attempted to walk as normal as possible behind the blonde.

They entered the small building, making their way through a horde of people who were pushing and shoving to catch a glimpse of the local celebrity. Xander and Spike retreated toward the back, where no one except the band and guests were allowed.

"Wow, that was... really cool."

Spike cocked his head and chuckled. "My fan club. Good for the ego, yeah?"

"Can't hurt," the other man replied, still in awe at the stream of adoring fans.

"C'mon. I'll introduce you to the guys."

Xander followed as Spike lead him through a door and into the small dressing room, turned practice area, set up for the band.

"You're late," accused a dark haired man wearing a pair of colored glasses.

"Had to make an entrance, didn't I?"

"Oh yeah, your public. Wouldn't want to disappoint." The tone was humorous, clearly poking fun at the other man.

"Hey guys, this is Harris," Spike pointed. "These are the guys. Charlie, Steve, Aaron and Kevin."

Xander nodded hello, realizing he'd been introduced by his last name.

"If you want, you can go on out front. There's a table set up for guests next to the stage. We'll be on in a few minutes."

"Alright." He turned to leave. "Break a leg," he said as an afterthought.

"Bite your tongue," Spike answered back softly.

The brunette raised an expressive eyebrow. "Maybe," he taunted, low enough for no one else to hear.

He turned his back and left the room feeling the burning eyes watching him leave.

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Xander was seated at a table caddy corner from the front of the stage, sipping a beer, patiently waiting for the band to come on. He'd been introduced to the two women already seated, quickly figuring out that they were girlfriends of the other band members. After a few minutes, the lights went down and the noise of the small club hushed. The sound of a guitar hummed, and the five figures appeared onstage.

Cheers and whistles erupted when the lean, blonde man took the microphone. Xander's eyes flamed at the sight. Gone was the long, black duster, only to be replaced by a pair of tight, leather pants that rode low on the hips. A white button down shirt adorned the top half, the sleeves rolled up to reveal strong, defined muscles.

Spike caught the intense gaze and narrowed his eyes in amusement. Xander gritted his teeth, placed his hands in his lap to avoid embarrassing himself and spent the next hour mesmerized by the sound and movements of the man in front of him. British sex on a stick. And this morning, he thought it was going to be just another day.

Once the set was over, the brunette quickly hurried outside to catch some deeply needed air. He made his way to the Desoto and leaned against the passenger side door. His eyes fell upon the building, watching intently for the first signs of bleached blonde. He didn't have to wait long before high-pitched screams and squeals told him that Spike was exiting the building. He smiled as he watched the man fighting the crowd, stopping to sign autographs before the mob of girls were eased back to let him through.

Spike reached the car, catching his breath from the excitement and gestured for Xander to get in.

"Man, that was crazy. Is it always like that?"

"Recently, yeah. Word's been gettin' out. More people show up every night," he answered, putting the car in gear and pulling onto the main road.

"Wow."

"Helps pay the bills, mate. I'm not gonna complain."

"Guess not. All those girls..." Xander eyed the other man.

Spike stayed silent, his attention never faltering from the road ahead. There was a brief span of tension, the same as it had been during the ride to the club. The air felt thick and the temperature had suddenly risen several degrees. Xander only spoke up when the car was steered left instead of right when they reached the intersection for the university. When the brunette asked where they were going, the car was halted on the side of the road.

"That's up to you, Harris. Where do you want to go?" Spike sat back, one hand resting on the wheel as the other snaked its way across the top of the seat.

"What are my options?"

"Well...." The hand across the seat began to wander, slowly moving toward the other man. "I could take you back to the dorms..." Spike's hand reached its destination, finding a piece of dark hair out of place, and began to twirl it into a curl around his finger. "Or...." He bit his bottom lip casually. "We could go back to my apartment and fuck."

Xander closed his eyes and leaned into the gently stroking. "Apartment?"

"Uh huh. Off campus. Secluded." His voice became hoarse, low with a seductive edge.

"Fuck?"

Spike licked his lips, watching the other man's expression as he worked his way down to fondle the top of his ear.

"Better decide quick, mate. Getting' a bit uncomfortable here."

Xander quickly found the place of Spike's discomfort, shifting in his own seat at the sight of the bulge pushing against the leather material.

"Oh Yeah. Let's go."

Spike immediately removed his hand and returned both to the wheel.

"Good choice."

The car roared back to life, the speedometer not moving fast enough as they made their way in anticipation.

Five minutes later, they pulled into the parking lot of a large apartment building. Before Spike had his seatbelt unbuckled, Xander's lips were on his, his tongue pushing and probing to be let inside. Spike obliged and opened freely to the needy kiss. When he pulled away, Xander took a breath, trying to control his excitement. "I've wanted to do that all day."

"Have you now?"

"Better than I imagined. God, you're hot."

"Let's take this inside, yeah?"

The brunette reached out, licking the other man's lip and then eased off to let him out of his restraint.

After riding the elevator up two levels, they stepped out in front of a thick sliding door, managing to keep their hands off in the process. Once inside, Xander's eyes widened. The studio apartment was large, furnished as simply as he would have expected from a bachelor college student. A tan and black sofa rested against the wall, with a large entertainment center facing directly across from it. The area was open to a basic kitchen, with a bar table dividing the two rooms. He glanced around, finally finding what he was looking for. The bedroom, set up in the corner, hidden by only a folding screen. A bed, dressed in red satin was raised on a platform higher than the rest of the floor.

After finishing his exploration, he turned his attention back to the apartment's owner. "You bring people here often?"

"Rarely," he answered, stepping closer, closing the gap between them.

"Women?"

"Sometimes." They were now standing toe to toe, the blonde leaning in to nuzzle the side of his neck.

"Are you safe?"

The nuzzling continued. "Always."

Xander moaned at the feel of the lips against his neck. "What about Buffy?" he whispered.

"She doesn't need to know."

"How do you hide it?" he asked, watching as his shirt was slowly unbuttoned and pulled apart.

"She's not that interested," Spike answered, moving down to flick a nipple with his tongue. "Unless it's about her." The shirt was removed and discarded to the floor.

"So you fuck other people, then fuck her when she wants it?" He felt practiced hands working the button and zipper of his pants.

"I don't fuck her."

Xander's eyes narrowed. "But I thought you were..."

"Daddy's girl wouldn't risk losing his respect. Or his money." Spike eased his hands into the top of the material and slowly began pushing them down the other man's hips, gently nibbling and kissing bare flesh as he went until he was down on his knees.

Xander stood, desire flooding his body, his cock standing proud as it was freed for the other man's viewing pleasure. He stifled back a moan as warm lips brushed against the tip of his shaft. "But what if she...." A tongue running up the length of his shaft cut him off. "Oh fuck."

The other man looked up with a smirk. "That's what I'm trying to do."

All thoughts of Buffy were forgotten as Spike reached around, grabbing his ass, and wrapped his lips around Xander's entire length. His tongue worked the tip of the cock, stroking the oozing slit as his mouth and throat pulled tightly around the shaft. Hands kneaded and grabbed, pulling quivering hips toward him as he slammed the engorged flesh in and out, using his mouth to fuck the other man. Xander's knees began to buckle, and unintelligible mumbling escaped his lips. "God, Spike. Fuck. So good. Hot. Oh, feel you, tight... gonna cum....oh fuck! Yes!" he screamed, thrusting forward as far as the other man could take him as he erupted, pushing warm, salty liquid into the awaiting mouth. Spike continued to swallow around him, drinking every drop until the spasming stopped. Xander stood on weakened legs, trying to catch his breath.

"Oh fuck." He leaned his head back and closed his eyes. "Sorry... it'd been awhile," he apologized. Cumming in thirty seconds flat had to be his new record. He looked sheepishly at Spike as the blonde stood up in front of him.

Spike smiled and caught his lips. "No problem, mate. You have all night to make it up to me."

TBC....