Sorry it took so long to post this chapter.
WARNING:: STRONG R for sexual content and use of explicit words. I
wasn't sure if this could pass for R so be aware when reading...
Hard Choices: Chapter 6
They strolled casually into Willy's, with Spike hoping not to draw too
much attention their way. The last thing he needed was word getting
back to Buffy that he and Xander were spending time together at the
demon bar. That would be sure to peek her curiosity and while it may
let the inevitable cat out of the bag, he was still trying to decide
how exactly to break the news to her in his own way. He motioned for
Xander to sit while he fetched their drinks from the bar. Returning
shortly carrying two bottles and a bowl of mixed nuts, he slid into
the booth across from the other vampire. Spike sat back, cocking his
leg up on the seat and rapidly guzzled three quarters of his beer.
"This is too weird," Xander stated.
"What?" he asked, chasing the beverage with a handful of nuts.
"Me.... you, hanging out in a demon bar."
"Funny that. Since we're both demons and all."
Xander shrugged and took a long gulp from his bottle. "Don't feel
like much of one. Except this feeling I can't get rid of. I need
blood, Spike. Real blood. Not that crap you've been feeding me."
"You shouldn't have fed from her, Harris. Only made it worse. I was
trying to save you the craving."
"Couldn't help it. Heard her heartbeat calling to me. Don't you
remember what that feels like? How good it is?"
"Of course I do, you git. Didn't say I don't miss it, just have other
things to think about right now. Buffy being one. She's already
gonna go into kick ass slayer mode as soon as she finds out about you.
Got enough problems without adding a body count on top of it all."
"But that's what we do, isn't it?! Vampires?! You would have drained
me in a heartbeat if you didn't have that fucking chip in your head.
I want you to teach me!"
Spike sighed wearily, allowing flashbacks to an earlier time invade
his thoughts.
1881 London
The women had scampered off on their own shortly after sunset, sent by
Angelus on a grand shopping excursion, leaving the two men alone to
bide their time. Immediately, the older vampire had called for
William to join him in his room. William raced to the master suite;
having waited almost a month since the last time he'd been allowed
company alone with his grandsire. He'd been taken by Angelus in the
presence of Drusilla, shared a bed while watching as Dru pleasured her
sire, even joined in what the older vampire referred to as 'family'
time. But this, this is what he'd begun to long for. Nights when he
could have Angelus to himself. The man he now called 'sire'.
Allowing the use of his body as a toy for the other man had become a
pleasureful event once he'd learned to not fight back. As long as he
gave himself willingly, the pain and torture he'd come to know from
Angelus slowly faded, replaced by moments of closeness and sharing.
Sometimes. Depending on his sire's mood.
William slowly eased the door open, sliding in carefully, waiting for
the moment of truth. The moment when his eyes would meet his sires
and the mood of the night would be laid out for him. Angelus was
resting naked on the large poster bed, propped by a large mass of
pillows, sipping a brandy.
"Ah, William my boy. Come... Join me for a brandy." He motioned
toward the nightstand, already housing an additional glass of liquor.
The younger man held back from racing toward the bedside, already
finding himself excited by the genuine upbeat mood of his sire.
Angelus in a decent mood meant good things for William.
He glanced quickly lengthways as he sipped, knowing not to ogle at the
nakedness before him. He'd been taught 'that' lesson early on.
Angelus placed his glass on the table and reached his hand out to
William. Taking it, he too discarded his drink to join the other man
on the bed. Dark eyes met blue ones briefly until Angelus' fingers
wrapped in the younger man's dark blonde hair, guiding his head down
the length of his body. The gentleness was different, unexpected from
William's point of view. The usual order from sire to childe to 'do
his job' having not been spoken, William offered a glance in the
direction of the man beneath him. Angelus only nodded in reassurance,
then closed his eyes in anticipation.
William took hold of the hardened flesh in his hands. Kneading firmly
as he slid from top to bottom, then back up to start again, he
reacquainted himself with his sire's perfection. The part of Angelus
he knew as well as the back of his own hand. He watched it swell with
his movements, jumping sporadically in his hands as he pumped. When a
drop of pre-cum drizzled down the shaft, he bent his head to lick the
fluid into his mouth. His tongue circled the head tenderly, and then
gave way to a more forced endeavor as his whole mouth engulfed the
length down to the base. Another learned skill brought on by Angelus.
He'd been beaten one too many times for not opening his throat wide
enough to accept his sire's full member inside. William found himself
hiding in shame, practicing with the longer of the garden vegetable
variety until his sire commented on his improvement and abruptly
stopped the beatings.
William froze when he felt a gentle hand caressing the shorthairs at
the nape of his neck. He quickly returned to the job at hand, trying
not to show his surprise at the menial display of affection for fear
that it would end. He continued his duty, genuinely trying to give
his sire a pleasurable release. When he felt the swelling of the
large shaft and the tightening of the scrotum he was handling, William
opened his mouth and let it fill, swallowing every drop until it was
gone. Spilling even a minute amount was yet another lesson.
Angelus moaned softly and stretched his body, relaxing after the
orgasm had settled.
"Stand up, boy."
William obeyed, rising to stand at the side of the bed. Angelus slid
over, pushing his legs over the edge, sitting to face the younger
male. He pulled him forward to stand between his opened legs.
Reaching up, large hands began working their way over the buttons of
William's shirt, pulling it open as he went lower. William again
began to feel mesmerized by the care he was being given and allowed
the comforting emotion to wash over him. Angelus continued to undress
him slowly, gazing hungrily at every piece of flesh as it was exposed.
At that moment, William felt wanted. Mostly, he felt loved. He stood
naked as the other man began rubbing his hands softly along his skin.
His fingers drifted down the front of his chest, sideways to brush
against his ribs, and lower to his member standing proudly in front of
him. William caught a breath. In the six months since he'd been
called to Angelus' bed, the older vampire had 'never' touched him.
"Such a beautiful creature you are, William. Drusilla chose wisely.
I'd have not chosen better had I sought you out myself."
William gulped, unsure of this new direction. "Thank you, sire."
Angelus chuckled. "You thought I'd grown bored with you? Not called
for you in three weeks time?"
"Twenty eight days, sire."
"So it was."
"I wasn't sure..." William answered honestly. The hand was still
fisting him, just the right amount of pressure to cause an
unintentional moan.
"I hadn't forgotten you, Will. Didn't you feel my eyes on you?
Watching you? Wanting you?"
"Sire."
The hand stilled. Angelus moved back, laying his body against the
pillows. His eyes searched out the other man. "It's Darla, you see.
Thinks I've grown fond of you. She's afraid I enjoy your company more
than her own."
William looked down, afraid of the desperation he saw in his sire's
eyes. "No need to worry, boy. She just doesn't understand. To live
day in and day out with the likes of just women. only another man can
know the desires, the pleasures of a male body."
Angelus motioned again for William to join him. He sat, skeptically
watching his elder as he stretched out beside him. He'd never seen
this side of his sire. This side so open and emotional toward him.
"You've not finished your brandy." An agreement and the glass was put
into his hands and lifted to his lips. Both men finished their drinks
quickly.
As he reached over his childe to discard of the empty glasses, Angelus
surprised William with a deep and needy kiss before pulling back.
"You understand what I need, don't you William."
"Yes, sire."
As obedient as he had been taught, the younger vampire rolled onto his
stomach, spreading his thighs to allow access. Angelus ran his
fingers down the lean back, over strong muscles, down the lower arch
until he reached the firm curve of William's ass. He toyed with the
cheeks, pulling and spreading, allowing his finger to rub softly
against the opening.
"Thought we'd try something different tonight."
William felt his muscles tighten. Different almost always hurt.
"On your back, boy."
This was new. He flipped over, not sure what was expected of him.
Before he attempted to ask, Angelus was on his knees between William's
legs. Legs that were being hoisted into the air with his knees pushed
firmly into his own chest. The dark-haired vampire reached over
toward the table, grabbed the bottle of liquor and dumped some into
his hand. He coated his shaft and lined up to the awaiting hole.
William's eyes went wide as Angelus pushed, sliding in on only the
small amount of wetness from the brandy. Not the best lubrication,
William pondered, but better than dry like he usually had to endure.
"Look at me, boy."
It took all the courage he could muster to obey the order. The rules
of sex with Angelus had been strictly set down the first time he'd
been taken. 'Always' do what you're told, 'never' speak unless told
to do so, and never, under any circumstance do you watch Angelus when
you are being fucked.
Their eyes met. "Do you fuck Drusilla in the ass?" Angelus asked as
he thrust harder into the other body.
"No, sire," came the answer between rapid, unneeded breaths.
"Why not?"
"Won't let me. Says it's only for you."
Angelus closed his eyes. "Mmm. Sweet thing, our Dru. Do you like
fucking her?"
"Yes."
"Maybe I'll order her to allow you. Make her let you in. So good. You
feel like it's gonna pull your cock right off." Angelus reached
between them, finding the hardened and weeping cock. He began to
stroke as he talked. " I'd like to watch when you do it. See your
face when you cum inside her ass for the first time. She feels almost
as good as you."
William tried to stifle the sound by biting into his lip, but the feel
of his sire's hand jacking him off was too much to contain. He cried
out, and began panting wildly, not sure if he was allowed to cum or
not. Last rule when being fucked by Angelus. 'Never' cum unless
you're given permission.
"This is what Darla's afraid of, Will. Afraid I'll get lost. She
knows how much I love to fuck you. I think she's a bit jealous. But
only you and I know, don't we. How good it really is."
The speed increased, both cock and fist as Angelus' eyes stared deep
inside him. William was in heaven. This had to be love. Love the
only way his sire knew how to give it.
"Cum with me, Will."
And he allowed himself to let go. Screaming his sire's name as he
jetted spurts of milky fluid between them, the realization that
Angelus had just milked the orgasm out of him making the feeling all
that much better. Feeling even more connected when he saw the
powerful eyes above him shut and the large body begin to tremble.
Angelus rode out his release, and then collapsed on top of the smaller
body. After a moment, William felt cool lips on his before the other
man pulled away and rolled beside him.
The younger vampire took a chance to glance at the beautiful man
beside him, contemplating if he should ask what had been plaguing him
for days. Things felt different between them. For the first time in
the year since he was made, he felt close to this man. The one
creature he looked up to above anything else in his existence.
"Angelus... sire?"
"What is it, William?" he answered, already starting to fall asleep.
"When are you going to teach me to hunt with you?"
A smile curled on the other man's lips though his eyes never opened.
"Patience, my boy. I'll teach you everything as soon as you're
ready."
"But it's been a year. I 'am' ready."
"Quiet now, William. Pull the quilt up and go to sleep."
"But sire...."
Angelus nuzzled into the blankets, pulling it around both their
bodies.
"SShh. We'll discuss it tomorrow."
William closed his eyes. It was the first time he'd fallen asleep in
the arms of his sire.
"Spike!"
Hearing his name being called from across the table finally brought
him back to the twenty first century.
"Sorry, what was that?"
"I said I want you to teach me."
Pride welled up again for his childe, but he quickly shoved it aside.
"I can't, Harris. Buffy would have both our heads!"
"How would she know? We aren't the only vampires in town, Spike."
"Just not a good idea, so drop it."
"Fine," Xander pouted.
"Fine," Spike added for good measure.
The brunette downed his beer and begun peeling off the label from the
bottle.
"Everyone's been staring since we came in."
Spike glanced around, noticing the onset of eyes glaring toward the
booth.
"They know you're one of the slayer's lot. Don't suppose they trust
you much."
"Maybe if I just..." Xander growled lowly and shifted to his demon
features.
"Harris! You bloody stupid git!" Spike scolded, his facial features
alone warning the boy to change back. "Not here!"
Xander sighed in frustration, his human face reappearing. "I'm not
human anymore. You won't let me be a vampire. What the hell am I
supposed to do?!"
"Just shut up, drink your beer and I'll let you know when I figure it
out."
Xander shook his head and nodded to something behind Spike. "Well
you'd better figure it out soon, 'cus Buffy just walked through the
door."
Spike closed his eyes. "Bugger."
He quickly stood up, trying to block Xander from Buffy's view. He
turned toward his childe. "Stay here. And don't do anything stupid."
He cracked his neck, put some swagger in his step and headed off to
divert Buffy's attention. He slid beside her, trying for a casual
tone. "What brings you here, slayer?"
"Dawn went to Janice's. Guess the sister-bonding thing wasn't so
important. Figured you'd be here so I thought if you were done
patrolling we could. hang out."
"Hang out?" Spike's brow rose.
"Or, you know. Whatever."
"Yeah, well... whatever sounds tempting..... If whatever's what I
think it is," he added with as much innuendo as he could throw in.
"You wanna get out of here?"
He chanced a glance over his shoulder to Xander, noticing the glaring
eyes staring back at him. "Stay," he mouthed silently to the other
man, which warranted a not so respectful finger gesture from his
childe.
"Lead the way, pet."
He followed Buffy outside to the deserted alley, intent on taking a
left to head for his crypt, when she grabbed his duster lapels and
shoved him hard against the wall. Her tongue dodged deep inside his
gaping mouth, leaving him surprised but utterly aroused.
"Buffy...." he managed between brutal kisses.
"Spike, I've wanted you all day. I couldn't think of anything else."
Her hand began to work the buckle on his belt.
He grabbed her wrist, putting a halt to her movements. "At least
lets..." he gestured toward a wall of wooded cases of beer.
"Mmmm. Good idea." With Buffy in the lead, they found their way
around the makeshift wall, hiding from anyone that might be passing
by. As the sound of a zipper floated on the air, Spike failed to
notice the dark-haired vampire sneaking out of the bar and down the
alley, moving in the other direction.
TBC....
WARNING:: STRONG R for sexual content and use of explicit words. I
wasn't sure if this could pass for R so be aware when reading...
Hard Choices: Chapter 6
They strolled casually into Willy's, with Spike hoping not to draw too
much attention their way. The last thing he needed was word getting
back to Buffy that he and Xander were spending time together at the
demon bar. That would be sure to peek her curiosity and while it may
let the inevitable cat out of the bag, he was still trying to decide
how exactly to break the news to her in his own way. He motioned for
Xander to sit while he fetched their drinks from the bar. Returning
shortly carrying two bottles and a bowl of mixed nuts, he slid into
the booth across from the other vampire. Spike sat back, cocking his
leg up on the seat and rapidly guzzled three quarters of his beer.
"This is too weird," Xander stated.
"What?" he asked, chasing the beverage with a handful of nuts.
"Me.... you, hanging out in a demon bar."
"Funny that. Since we're both demons and all."
Xander shrugged and took a long gulp from his bottle. "Don't feel
like much of one. Except this feeling I can't get rid of. I need
blood, Spike. Real blood. Not that crap you've been feeding me."
"You shouldn't have fed from her, Harris. Only made it worse. I was
trying to save you the craving."
"Couldn't help it. Heard her heartbeat calling to me. Don't you
remember what that feels like? How good it is?"
"Of course I do, you git. Didn't say I don't miss it, just have other
things to think about right now. Buffy being one. She's already
gonna go into kick ass slayer mode as soon as she finds out about you.
Got enough problems without adding a body count on top of it all."
"But that's what we do, isn't it?! Vampires?! You would have drained
me in a heartbeat if you didn't have that fucking chip in your head.
I want you to teach me!"
Spike sighed wearily, allowing flashbacks to an earlier time invade
his thoughts.
1881 London
The women had scampered off on their own shortly after sunset, sent by
Angelus on a grand shopping excursion, leaving the two men alone to
bide their time. Immediately, the older vampire had called for
William to join him in his room. William raced to the master suite;
having waited almost a month since the last time he'd been allowed
company alone with his grandsire. He'd been taken by Angelus in the
presence of Drusilla, shared a bed while watching as Dru pleasured her
sire, even joined in what the older vampire referred to as 'family'
time. But this, this is what he'd begun to long for. Nights when he
could have Angelus to himself. The man he now called 'sire'.
Allowing the use of his body as a toy for the other man had become a
pleasureful event once he'd learned to not fight back. As long as he
gave himself willingly, the pain and torture he'd come to know from
Angelus slowly faded, replaced by moments of closeness and sharing.
Sometimes. Depending on his sire's mood.
William slowly eased the door open, sliding in carefully, waiting for
the moment of truth. The moment when his eyes would meet his sires
and the mood of the night would be laid out for him. Angelus was
resting naked on the large poster bed, propped by a large mass of
pillows, sipping a brandy.
"Ah, William my boy. Come... Join me for a brandy." He motioned
toward the nightstand, already housing an additional glass of liquor.
The younger man held back from racing toward the bedside, already
finding himself excited by the genuine upbeat mood of his sire.
Angelus in a decent mood meant good things for William.
He glanced quickly lengthways as he sipped, knowing not to ogle at the
nakedness before him. He'd been taught 'that' lesson early on.
Angelus placed his glass on the table and reached his hand out to
William. Taking it, he too discarded his drink to join the other man
on the bed. Dark eyes met blue ones briefly until Angelus' fingers
wrapped in the younger man's dark blonde hair, guiding his head down
the length of his body. The gentleness was different, unexpected from
William's point of view. The usual order from sire to childe to 'do
his job' having not been spoken, William offered a glance in the
direction of the man beneath him. Angelus only nodded in reassurance,
then closed his eyes in anticipation.
William took hold of the hardened flesh in his hands. Kneading firmly
as he slid from top to bottom, then back up to start again, he
reacquainted himself with his sire's perfection. The part of Angelus
he knew as well as the back of his own hand. He watched it swell with
his movements, jumping sporadically in his hands as he pumped. When a
drop of pre-cum drizzled down the shaft, he bent his head to lick the
fluid into his mouth. His tongue circled the head tenderly, and then
gave way to a more forced endeavor as his whole mouth engulfed the
length down to the base. Another learned skill brought on by Angelus.
He'd been beaten one too many times for not opening his throat wide
enough to accept his sire's full member inside. William found himself
hiding in shame, practicing with the longer of the garden vegetable
variety until his sire commented on his improvement and abruptly
stopped the beatings.
William froze when he felt a gentle hand caressing the shorthairs at
the nape of his neck. He quickly returned to the job at hand, trying
not to show his surprise at the menial display of affection for fear
that it would end. He continued his duty, genuinely trying to give
his sire a pleasurable release. When he felt the swelling of the
large shaft and the tightening of the scrotum he was handling, William
opened his mouth and let it fill, swallowing every drop until it was
gone. Spilling even a minute amount was yet another lesson.
Angelus moaned softly and stretched his body, relaxing after the
orgasm had settled.
"Stand up, boy."
William obeyed, rising to stand at the side of the bed. Angelus slid
over, pushing his legs over the edge, sitting to face the younger
male. He pulled him forward to stand between his opened legs.
Reaching up, large hands began working their way over the buttons of
William's shirt, pulling it open as he went lower. William again
began to feel mesmerized by the care he was being given and allowed
the comforting emotion to wash over him. Angelus continued to undress
him slowly, gazing hungrily at every piece of flesh as it was exposed.
At that moment, William felt wanted. Mostly, he felt loved. He stood
naked as the other man began rubbing his hands softly along his skin.
His fingers drifted down the front of his chest, sideways to brush
against his ribs, and lower to his member standing proudly in front of
him. William caught a breath. In the six months since he'd been
called to Angelus' bed, the older vampire had 'never' touched him.
"Such a beautiful creature you are, William. Drusilla chose wisely.
I'd have not chosen better had I sought you out myself."
William gulped, unsure of this new direction. "Thank you, sire."
Angelus chuckled. "You thought I'd grown bored with you? Not called
for you in three weeks time?"
"Twenty eight days, sire."
"So it was."
"I wasn't sure..." William answered honestly. The hand was still
fisting him, just the right amount of pressure to cause an
unintentional moan.
"I hadn't forgotten you, Will. Didn't you feel my eyes on you?
Watching you? Wanting you?"
"Sire."
The hand stilled. Angelus moved back, laying his body against the
pillows. His eyes searched out the other man. "It's Darla, you see.
Thinks I've grown fond of you. She's afraid I enjoy your company more
than her own."
William looked down, afraid of the desperation he saw in his sire's
eyes. "No need to worry, boy. She just doesn't understand. To live
day in and day out with the likes of just women. only another man can
know the desires, the pleasures of a male body."
Angelus motioned again for William to join him. He sat, skeptically
watching his elder as he stretched out beside him. He'd never seen
this side of his sire. This side so open and emotional toward him.
"You've not finished your brandy." An agreement and the glass was put
into his hands and lifted to his lips. Both men finished their drinks
quickly.
As he reached over his childe to discard of the empty glasses, Angelus
surprised William with a deep and needy kiss before pulling back.
"You understand what I need, don't you William."
"Yes, sire."
As obedient as he had been taught, the younger vampire rolled onto his
stomach, spreading his thighs to allow access. Angelus ran his
fingers down the lean back, over strong muscles, down the lower arch
until he reached the firm curve of William's ass. He toyed with the
cheeks, pulling and spreading, allowing his finger to rub softly
against the opening.
"Thought we'd try something different tonight."
William felt his muscles tighten. Different almost always hurt.
"On your back, boy."
This was new. He flipped over, not sure what was expected of him.
Before he attempted to ask, Angelus was on his knees between William's
legs. Legs that were being hoisted into the air with his knees pushed
firmly into his own chest. The dark-haired vampire reached over
toward the table, grabbed the bottle of liquor and dumped some into
his hand. He coated his shaft and lined up to the awaiting hole.
William's eyes went wide as Angelus pushed, sliding in on only the
small amount of wetness from the brandy. Not the best lubrication,
William pondered, but better than dry like he usually had to endure.
"Look at me, boy."
It took all the courage he could muster to obey the order. The rules
of sex with Angelus had been strictly set down the first time he'd
been taken. 'Always' do what you're told, 'never' speak unless told
to do so, and never, under any circumstance do you watch Angelus when
you are being fucked.
Their eyes met. "Do you fuck Drusilla in the ass?" Angelus asked as
he thrust harder into the other body.
"No, sire," came the answer between rapid, unneeded breaths.
"Why not?"
"Won't let me. Says it's only for you."
Angelus closed his eyes. "Mmm. Sweet thing, our Dru. Do you like
fucking her?"
"Yes."
"Maybe I'll order her to allow you. Make her let you in. So good. You
feel like it's gonna pull your cock right off." Angelus reached
between them, finding the hardened and weeping cock. He began to
stroke as he talked. " I'd like to watch when you do it. See your
face when you cum inside her ass for the first time. She feels almost
as good as you."
William tried to stifle the sound by biting into his lip, but the feel
of his sire's hand jacking him off was too much to contain. He cried
out, and began panting wildly, not sure if he was allowed to cum or
not. Last rule when being fucked by Angelus. 'Never' cum unless
you're given permission.
"This is what Darla's afraid of, Will. Afraid I'll get lost. She
knows how much I love to fuck you. I think she's a bit jealous. But
only you and I know, don't we. How good it really is."
The speed increased, both cock and fist as Angelus' eyes stared deep
inside him. William was in heaven. This had to be love. Love the
only way his sire knew how to give it.
"Cum with me, Will."
And he allowed himself to let go. Screaming his sire's name as he
jetted spurts of milky fluid between them, the realization that
Angelus had just milked the orgasm out of him making the feeling all
that much better. Feeling even more connected when he saw the
powerful eyes above him shut and the large body begin to tremble.
Angelus rode out his release, and then collapsed on top of the smaller
body. After a moment, William felt cool lips on his before the other
man pulled away and rolled beside him.
The younger vampire took a chance to glance at the beautiful man
beside him, contemplating if he should ask what had been plaguing him
for days. Things felt different between them. For the first time in
the year since he was made, he felt close to this man. The one
creature he looked up to above anything else in his existence.
"Angelus... sire?"
"What is it, William?" he answered, already starting to fall asleep.
"When are you going to teach me to hunt with you?"
A smile curled on the other man's lips though his eyes never opened.
"Patience, my boy. I'll teach you everything as soon as you're
ready."
"But it's been a year. I 'am' ready."
"Quiet now, William. Pull the quilt up and go to sleep."
"But sire...."
Angelus nuzzled into the blankets, pulling it around both their
bodies.
"SShh. We'll discuss it tomorrow."
William closed his eyes. It was the first time he'd fallen asleep in
the arms of his sire.
"Spike!"
Hearing his name being called from across the table finally brought
him back to the twenty first century.
"Sorry, what was that?"
"I said I want you to teach me."
Pride welled up again for his childe, but he quickly shoved it aside.
"I can't, Harris. Buffy would have both our heads!"
"How would she know? We aren't the only vampires in town, Spike."
"Just not a good idea, so drop it."
"Fine," Xander pouted.
"Fine," Spike added for good measure.
The brunette downed his beer and begun peeling off the label from the
bottle.
"Everyone's been staring since we came in."
Spike glanced around, noticing the onset of eyes glaring toward the
booth.
"They know you're one of the slayer's lot. Don't suppose they trust
you much."
"Maybe if I just..." Xander growled lowly and shifted to his demon
features.
"Harris! You bloody stupid git!" Spike scolded, his facial features
alone warning the boy to change back. "Not here!"
Xander sighed in frustration, his human face reappearing. "I'm not
human anymore. You won't let me be a vampire. What the hell am I
supposed to do?!"
"Just shut up, drink your beer and I'll let you know when I figure it
out."
Xander shook his head and nodded to something behind Spike. "Well
you'd better figure it out soon, 'cus Buffy just walked through the
door."
Spike closed his eyes. "Bugger."
He quickly stood up, trying to block Xander from Buffy's view. He
turned toward his childe. "Stay here. And don't do anything stupid."
He cracked his neck, put some swagger in his step and headed off to
divert Buffy's attention. He slid beside her, trying for a casual
tone. "What brings you here, slayer?"
"Dawn went to Janice's. Guess the sister-bonding thing wasn't so
important. Figured you'd be here so I thought if you were done
patrolling we could. hang out."
"Hang out?" Spike's brow rose.
"Or, you know. Whatever."
"Yeah, well... whatever sounds tempting..... If whatever's what I
think it is," he added with as much innuendo as he could throw in.
"You wanna get out of here?"
He chanced a glance over his shoulder to Xander, noticing the glaring
eyes staring back at him. "Stay," he mouthed silently to the other
man, which warranted a not so respectful finger gesture from his
childe.
"Lead the way, pet."
He followed Buffy outside to the deserted alley, intent on taking a
left to head for his crypt, when she grabbed his duster lapels and
shoved him hard against the wall. Her tongue dodged deep inside his
gaping mouth, leaving him surprised but utterly aroused.
"Buffy...." he managed between brutal kisses.
"Spike, I've wanted you all day. I couldn't think of anything else."
Her hand began to work the buckle on his belt.
He grabbed her wrist, putting a halt to her movements. "At least
lets..." he gestured toward a wall of wooded cases of beer.
"Mmmm. Good idea." With Buffy in the lead, they found their way
around the makeshift wall, hiding from anyone that might be passing
by. As the sound of a zipper floated on the air, Spike failed to
notice the dark-haired vampire sneaking out of the bar and down the
alley, moving in the other direction.
TBC....