F is for Flight, Fellatio, and Friendship. In which the boys go clubbing again, someone gets blown in the alley, and friendships are reaffirmed.
Notes: This story is, if not over, then at least on indefinite hiatus. I've wrapped up dangling story lines, and I really don't know where I want to go next with this, so for now at least, I am done. Maybe someday I'll finish it, but I have no idea when that day will be, if indeed I do finish it. So here it is, the last part (as far as I know)- thanks for reading, everyone.
Oh, and the songs are "Spin Spin Sugar" and "Roll On" by Sneaker Pimps. Find the album, if you can- it really is sex music.
Spike didn't like the phrase "running away." It smacked of cowardice, and he never did anything cowardly. He would, however, execute a strategic retreat every now and then, and that was what he and Xander were doing currently.
Driving down the highway on their way back to LA and getting the hell away from Sunnydale, and the pissed-off Slayer the town contained. Spike didn't know what bug had crawled up her ass, and he didn't care as long as he wasn't in close enough range for her to stick any pointy wooden things into his chest.
"You know, I don't think I've ever had to run away from Buffy before," Xander mused from the passenger seat. Spike turned his head to glare at him.
"We're not running away."
"I've definitely never run away from Buffy while halfway to sex," Xander continued, completely ignoring Spike's comment. "What was she upset about, anyway?"
"Hell if I know," Spike said. "And we're not running away."
"Oh, so you mean we're driving to LA because we aren't afraid of the tiny blonde with a stake?"
"No. I mean- Sod it, Xander, we're not running away, and that's that!"
Xander, the bastard, had the audacity to laugh at him. "Okay, so we're not running away," he said, in a conciliatory voice that he had to know was irritating. "We're… backing up. Moving away from the battlefield. Removing ourselves from the scene of the crime. Fleeing like little girls-"
"I'll show you who's a girl when we get to the damn club," Spike snarled, and Xander grinned at him lazily. Spike's cock twitched in his jeans, and he got the idea that Xander was taunting him like this for a reason.
"I can't wait," Xander said, and yeah, that was definitely a full-blown cockstand.
Bastard.
The inside of the club was a confusion of people and strobing lights and music. Spike hit the dance floor as soon as they walked in, and he dragged Xander after him.
Xander, he noticed, seemed remarkably willing to be dragged.
He recognized the song that was playing, and smiled to himself. Some music would always start him thinking of sex, and the Sneaker Pimps made just that kind of music.
Sodding perfect.
He wrapped his lean body around Xander's larger one, rubbing himself sinuously against his lover. Well, almost his lover. Would be his lover, if Her Majesty hadn't interrupted them and then flipped the fuck out over who the hell knew.
But that was okay. Spike planned to change that situation tonight.
"I'm everyone - I feel used. I'm everyone - I need you. I'm everyone - hang your label on me. I'm everyone - Paint it black and white and easy. I'm everyone - Sticks in me. I'm everyone - Sticks with me. I want perfection - I'm real need. I've seen attention - See through me."
Spike did sincerely love to dance. And dancing with Xander- well, he'd only had the pleasure once before, but a pleasure it had been.
Xander had such exact control of his body- no flailing to be seen, not like Spike vaguely remembered from long-ago nights spent stalking the Bronze. Now that he was thinking about it, he couldn't remember having seen Xander dance since high school, and he'd sure as hell grown up and filled out since then. Stood to reason that he'd be a better dancer, since he was sure as hell better at everything else.
"Call on me - Spin spin sugar. Crawl on me - Spin spin sugar. Stinks on me - Spin spin sugar. Twists for me - Spin spin sugar."
Spike thought that he might always be surprised by the feel of Xander's hands on him. He'd been familiar with them before, from months of Xander stitching and patching him up after brawls or patrol, from months of living together and casually wrestling or Xander smacking him on the back of his head when he was being a prat. But Xander touching him with intent, with sexual need conveyed through the brush of his fingertips and the casually possessive grip on his hips… That was something else entirely.
Xander had big hands. Matched the rest of him, since Xander was big all over. But his hands were always so hot on Spike's cooler body, like all the heat of his lust and affection were focused through his long fingers and wide palms and radiating directly into Spike's skin.
It was overwhelming.
"I've seen attention - See through me. I want perfection - I'm real need. I'm everyone - Sticks in me. I'm everyone - Sticks with me."
Xander's hands gripped his hips, not guiding his movements, but holding him close and following his lead. Xander's lips were brushing against his throat, exhaling hot breath across the sensitive shell of his ear, and Xander's thigh was thrust between his, rubbing against him in a way that felt very good.
Spike had been hard since the snogging session on the couch, hours earlier. Xander's teasing in the car hadn't helped his situation anyway, and now, with Xander's much larger body wrapped around him and rubbing against him in all the right ways… Well, he wanted more than just dancing. And he wanted it now.
"Call on me - Spin spin sugar. Crawl on me - Spin spin sugar. Stinks on me - Spin spin sugar. Twists for me - Spin spin sugar."
The song ended, and as the next one started Spike cast a quick glance around. There, the back doors- the ones that lead to the back alley. A traditional spot for a blowjob, without a doubt, and Spike was of a mind to finish what they'd started before Buffy's interruption.
Xander followed him without a qualm.
"Roll on, these doors are open. Roll off, you can come next time. I'm in love with your confusion, on your knees. When you're breathing through your elbows- Down on me, down on me."
Spike grinned, hearing the start of the new song faintly through the door as it swung shut behind them and he slammed Xander up against the brick wall of the alley. Same band, same do-me-now thoughts that he always got from the music, not that he needed the encouragement. And could the song be any more appropriate for the moment? Spike thought not.
"Hey," Xander said, almost laughing into Spike's mouth, which was conveniently close to his, and Spike just kissed him with all the hunger that had been building over the past few hours, and the entire week before that.
When he pulled away, Xander was panting and looking a little dazed. Spike found this an opportune time to hit him with his best leer. Xander's eyes narrowed with sudden intent, and the breath that Spike didn't need caught in the back of his throat.
"Get your pants open," he growled, his voice almost subvocal in his urgency. "I'm gonna suck you off."
Xander had no protests whatsoever.
"Roll up, these doors are open. Load up, come next time. Don't try to hurry me along. Just walk ahead a little gone."
Spike liked sucking cock. He didn't know if that said anything about him and he didn't care, because hell, he was a vampire, and what the fuck did he care about what someone thought? And there was nothing quite like going down to your knees and controlling a big, strong man with someone as small as a flick of his tongue.
And it was all so much more intense because it was Xander above him, with his neck arched and sweat sheening his skin and a moan rumbling through his chest. Xander, who he'd wanted maybe weeks, maybe months before he'd realized it, and so there was so much pent-up lust swirling inside of him, and he finally, finally had Xander right where he wanted him- with his cock down Spike's throat.
His lovely, thick, long cock. Spike had felt it before, against his arse on the dance floor, pressed against his stomach when they were snogging on the couch. But he hadn't been all up-close-and-personal, so to speak, and it was even better like this. Even Spike, who didn't have to breathe, had to work to get it past the spasming muscles in his throat, and it made him smile around the thickness that filled his mouth.
Spike hurriedly ripped his own trousers open and got a hand on his cock, because he knew he wasn't going to last long. Not like this.
"Roll on, roll off. Roll on, roll off. Don't take that wrong- Don't take that wrong."
Xander didn't seem like he was going to last long either. Spike was moving faster now, sucking hard on every upstroke, one hand busy on the base of Xander's cock and the other furiously jerking himself off. Xander's moans moved higher up in pitch and volume, and Spike went down and swallowed hard, letting his throat work on the head of Xander's cock. Xander rewarded him by freezing and then shooting down his throat, and his shout of "Spike!" sent Spike over the edge.
"Roll on, going down on me. Roll off, make it easy on me. You can't think you're someone special- On your knees. We're throwing punches underwater- Sink with me, sink with me."
They couldn't move for a long time afterwards. Xander was slumped against the brick wall, panting hard, and Spike was still kneeling at his feet, resting his cheek against Xander's hipbone, temporarily too wiped out to move.
"Wow," Xander said finally. His tone was reverent. "I think my heart stopped for a minute there."
Spike started laughing weakly, ignoring the soreness of his throat. It ached, but in a good way. He couldn't wait to have that cock in his arse, and vice versa.
"I'd say the same, but mine doesn't beat to start with," Spike said. He quickly did up his trousers and used his grip on Xander's hip to pull himself to his feet. Xander staggered, his knees obviously not yet back up to full strength, then zipped himself back up and managed to straighten the rest of the way to his feet.
Xander wrapped one arm around Spike's shoulders and pulled him tight against his side. "I don't think I'm up to dancing again after that," he said, already walking towards the mouth of the alley. "You wanna head back home and face the music?"
"We should," Spike said, though there was no enthusiasm in his voice. Xander grinned down at him.
"Come on, it's just Buffy. If we're really lucky, she'll have gotten over whatever sent her into a snit and she won't be waiting with a stake out."
"That's really reassuring, Xan," Spike said, but sighed and gave in. "Alright. Might as well get it over with, eh?"
"That's the good old kamikaze spirit," Xander said. "Essential for living on the Hellmouth."
"And being friends with the Slayer," Spike muttered, but Xander pretended not to hear him.
Spike stopped him from getting in the driver's side. "I'm driving," he said, and there was no room in his voice for debate.
"Why do you get to drive?" Xander said. "You drove on the way up. And it's my car."
"If I have to deal with the Slayer, I should at least get to drive home," Spike said, with what he considered inarguable logic.
Xander obviously couldn't argue with it either, because he went over to the passenger side and got in without a word. Spike fisted the keys triumphantly and slid behind the wheel with a grin.
"Don't get us killed," Xander warned, sounding serious, but when Spike looked over, his eyes were sparkling. Spike grinned at him.
"Do my best, mate," he said, and then pulled out with a squeal of tires.
Xander closed his eyes and prayed.
Buffy was waiting for them in front of their door. Both Spike and Xander stopped, eyeing her warily, and Spike noticed that Buffy didn't miss the way that Xander automatically pulled Spike closer to his side, like he was protecting him from one of his best friends. Buffy flushed painfully and gave them a little wave.
"Uh, hi, guys."
"Buffy," Xander said, not sounding any happier. "Didn't think you'd be waiting up."
"Well, I, um, hoped you'd be back before dawn and didn't crash with Angel or get a hotel or anything, and I thought maybe I'd get a chance to talk to you."
"And say what?" Xander said, reaching into his pocket to get his keys, not letting go of Spike to do so. Buffy blushed again and stepped away from the door so he could unlock it.
"And say I'm sorry for the way I wigged out on you earlier," she said. She even sent a small smile Spike's way. "Sorry to you, too, Spike. For the death threats, and all."
"Forgiven," Spike said easily. It wasn't like he wasn't used to her threatening to stake him, after all.
Xander, on the other hand, said nothing. He just walked into his apartment, Spike on his heels, and didn't shut the door behind him in a sort of invitation for Buffy to come in. She did so, shutting the door after her with a quick click and locking it.
Xander tossed his keys into their usual dish on the little table near the door and then turned back to face Buffy. "Could you at least tell me why it happened?" he asked. Very, very quietly. "I mean, I know it was something of a shock, but that still doesn't explain why you reacted that badly."
Buffy twisted her hands together in such a blatant gesture of nervousness that Spike's eyebrows rose. What happened that got the bint that upset, then?
"You know how sometimes we get blood houses in the warehouse district?" she said abruptly. Xander lowered his eyebrows in a frown.
"Vamp whores, and people who pay to get bitten? Yeah, I know them. What does that have to do with anything? You've cleaned them out before."
"I followed a vamp there tonight- well, last night now, I guess- and I found Riley."
Spike wanted to laugh. Really, he did. Because he sodding hated the Soldier Boy. Buffy, on the other hand, looked to be on the verge of tears, and as much as Spike hated her boyfriend, he didn't actually hate Buffy, and he knew that Xander cared about her. So he stayed mute and just watched as Xander abruptly closed the distance between them and wrapped his arms around her in a tight hug.
"Hey, easy," he said. She pressed her face into his chest and started to cry. "Easy, Buff. He's obviously a dick and not worth your time. Don't cry over him, Buff. You know I hate it when you cry."
Buffy pulled back a little so that she could see his face, looking anxious, her eyes red-rimmed and shining with tears. "That's why I flipped last night, y'know? Found Riley like that and I was coming here, hoping to get some Xander-hugs, and I found you and Spike and I just… flipped." She peered up at him. "You don't hate me, do you?"
Every now and then, Spike was reminded that the lot of them were only twenty or twenty-one years old. Buffy looked almost painfully young right then, younger than she'd ever been back in high school when she'd been kicking his arse and throwing out quips right and left.
Xander, on the other hand, looked older than his years when he smiled back at her and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. "Of course I don't hate you. Consider it forgotten, okay?"
Spike briefly considered getting jealous. Xander had been pretty in love with her, after all, back in the day. Everyone knew that. And Xander's expression was tender, and any fool could tell that he still loved her.
But then she hugged him again, pressing her cheek against his chest, and Xander looked out over the top of her head, staring straight at Spike. And the look on his face… Well, if Spike was the type to get jealous, that look would have stopped it in its tracks. Because yeah, any fool could tell that Xander loved Buffy- but she was his best friend. Spike was… well, Spike knew that he was something more.
She pulled away, completely this time, and gave Xander and even Spike a wan smile. "I should really get going," she said. Xander protested immediately, like Spike had known he would, big-hearted boy that he was.
"Buff, you don't have to go."
She smiled at him. "Yeah, I do," she said. "Mom and Dawn will be expecting me for breakfast."
"Okay," Xander conceded, "but come by sometime tomorrow- well, this afternoon, okay? I'll cook for a change and we can watch really bad TV."
"I have to go and talk to Riley this afternoon," she said, but when he reached out like he was going to hug her again she just touched the back of his hand and said, "But I'll come by afterwards, I promise. And you can make me feel better."
"And Spike can make popcorn," Xander said, then sent a cheeky look in Spike's direction. "Since it's the only thing he can cook."
"'s the truth," he said, mostly to keep Buffy smiling. It was hard not to want her to smile, despite the years of enmity between them, when she was looking as fragile as she did right now. He could see a little of how she drew people so tightly into her orbit- a warrior-woman with a heart of gold, who could resist? Not Xander, and apparently not Spike. "I've done terrible things to his kitchen."
"But I made him clean it up," Xander said. "So it works out."
Buffy shook her head at the two of them, but she was smiling as she did so. "You two are going to drive all of us insane within a week," she said. "But it'll be fun, anyway."
Which was, Spike knew, Buffy giving her blessing. Xander reached out again, just to touch her shoulder, and she smiled at him and said a quiet goodbye before backing away and leaving the apartment.
Xander stood absolutely still for a few seconds after the door closed behind her, and Spike found himself oddly unwilling to break the moment. But then Xander turned to him, eyes intent and serious, and held out his hand, and that was an invitation that someone with much stronger willpower than Spike wouldn't have been able to resist.
Spike went to him immediately, and Xander folded him into his arms with a sigh, much the same way he had with the smaller Buffy but closer, more intimate. Spike just stood there, his arms looped around Xander's waist, and smiled at the feel of Xander's chin resting on the top of his head.
"I'm glad you're here," Xander told him, and Spike tilted his head back until he could see Xander's face. Xander looked serious, and expectant, like he was waiting for Spike's answer.
"Me too, Xan." And when that didn't seem to be enough, he added, "Let's go to bed."
That turned out to be the right thing to say.
A couple of minutes later they were both naked and in bed, and Spike was once again wrapped up in Xander's arms. Xander was already asleep behind him, and as Spike followed suit, he decided that he was exactly where he wanted to be.