Spike took a sip of his beer, tuning out the hustle and bustle of the bar as he thought over his last week. John was still with him, teaching him things that he never thought he would enjoy. Nobody knew about John yet. When they went out they didn't kiss or touch, though John tried on occasion. Buffy had once again requested that he move on. Warren was been arrested while waving a gun around in front of Buffy's house. And Anya was a Vengeance Demon again. One week, but so much changed.
"Enjoying the view?" John asked, drinking half his beer in one go.
Spike blinked, pulled out of his thoughts. "Huh?"
"You seem mighty interested in that beer. You're giving it the most curious looks. Care to share?"
"The beer?"
"No, gorgeous, what's got your knickers in a twist." John tilted his head, genuinely concerned.
Spike hadn't had someone look at him like that in a long time. He really liked John, why the hell was he keeping him a secret? Wasn't that what Buffy did because she was ashamed to be with a vampire? Spike caressed John's cheek, pulling him into a kiss. Their first public kiss.
When they parted John searched Spike's eyes. "Why'd you do that?" he asked softly.
"Because I wanted to." Spike pulled him into another kiss, deeper than before.
"Ha! Spike, is that you?" Xander's whiney voice chuckled out. "Are you kissing a guy?"
Spike turned to Xander. "What's it to you, Harris?" He forced himself to sound collected even though he was a little scared that Xander caught him kissing John.
Xander laughed. "Did you get a sex bot of yourself?"
John regarded Xander coolly. "I'm no robot."
Xander laughed even harder. "Oh god, I always thought you were a fag. You wanted to get in my pants last year, I swear."
Spike growled. "I'd never touch you."
"Are you the woman in the relationship? Bet you make a good widdle wife. Take good care of your man. Or men. I bet you'd be a hit in prison."
John's hand zipped out and snatched Xander's collar before anybody could react. He brought Xander's face smashing down onto the bar counter. Pinning his head down with one arm, John bowed his head and snarled into Xander's ear.
"One more word out of your fat mouth and I swear to god I'll rip off you balls and feed them to you."
Spike was shocked. John's display sent a wave of lust through his body. The possessive tint of his voice sent shivers down his back.
John released Xander and pushed him back. Xander tripped and fell over his own feet, his nose bleeding and his ego shot to hell.
John turned back to Spike, who immediately attacked his mouth. He moaned and pulled Spike closer. It wasn't enough. He slipped off his stool and tugged Spike with him, leading him out into the alley behind the bar.
Spike felt his back hit the wall as soon as they were outside. John's hands and mouth were everywhere at once. Spike was tempted to shag John right there, but that would take too long, and more than likely be too loud. There were too many demons in Sunnydale. Too easy to be caught with their pants down. Still, John made Xander cry, that deserved something.
"Stop," Spike ordered.
John paused, his eyes glazed and dilated. "What?"
Spike buried his fingers into John's hair, kissing him. "This is for you, pet." He turned John into the wall, working his pants down to his knees.
John's eyes rolled back when Spike took his cock into his hand. "Oh god, Spike."
Spike grinned, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Shh, be very quiet, luv." Spike dropped gracefully to his knees, kissing the length of John's shaft before taking it in to his mouth. He hollowed his cheeks, sucking, before taking him to the back of his throat and swallowing.
"Oh my…." John gasped, failing to draw air into his lungs. Spike repeated the action and John came, cursing and moaning.
"Spike?"
Spike pulled back, his eyes widening as Buffy walked near.
"Spike, what the hell are you doing?" She looked at the scene in horror.
"I… Buffy…." Spike scrambled to his feet, his face drawn in embarrassment and shame.
John tucked himself away. "Bet you could get it in three guesses, beautiful," he said, moving to put his arm around Spike's waist. Spike stepped away and John tightened his jaw. He didn't handle rejection well. The last time someone treated him like that he pushed the man off a building. Of course the man was Jack, and Jack couldn't die. That wasn't the point.
"So…what, you're gay now?" Buffy made a face and Spike struggled for words. "Is he your boyfriend?"
John sneered at Spike, who appeared very shame faced. "Of course not. Isn't that right, Spike?" He stalked towards the bar's back door. "Come find me when your girl dumps you again."
Spike watched John enter the building, door slamming behind him.
"So what, Spike bot or something? This is totally weird. When Xander said you had an evil clone, this was not what I expected."
There were the sounds of a ruckus somewhere close, but Spike ignored it. "Buffy, do you want me?"
Buffy stared, taken aback by the question. "N-No. Of course not. Not anymore."
"Are we dating?"
"You know we aren't."
"Then why the hell does it matter who I sleep with? You told me to move on."
"I didn't mean to a man. It's gross." Buffy looked more jealous than disgusted.
Spike moved to the door John used to reenter the bar "He likes me. He makes me feel wanted. Red's a lesbian, I don't see why I can't be with John."
"Because…." She didn't actually have an answer for that. At least not one she wanted to give.
"Because you like me pining away for you. You said move on, but you didn't think I would. Buffy, I'm with John, for right now at least. I'm not ashamed, I'm not going to hide him away like a dirty little secret. Not like what you did to me."
"I don't-" Buffy started, but Spike cut her off.
"If that's true, then why do you care?"
"What you were doing, its…wrong, and gross."
"I was blowing my boyfriend. You don't have to like it, but you sure as hell can't stop me. I still love you, Buffy, but we aren't together. I care about John, and I hurt him. I'm going to go make it up to him."
Spike went into the bar. John wasn't hard to spot considering he was the only one left in there. Spike saw the guns on the bar and rolled his eyes. That explained the noise.
"Scared 'em all away, eh?" Spike asked, coming to sit beside him.
John scoffed, guzzling down have of the contents of his bottle. "She leave you already? Just a quickie then."
"Oh yeah, we had lots of sex in the less than four minutes we were out there. Come on, John, I'm not with her anymore."
John lifted his eyebrow. "That doesn't mean you don't want to be. It's fine by me, pet. I'm having a good time, but good things end. I've had more than a few short lived affairs."
"Is that all this is? A short hop in the sack?"
"You're in love with her; I don't see how I fit into that."
Spike touched John's face. "Look at me."
John raised his eyes to Spike's. "You don't have to humor me. I saw your face. You're ashamed of me." He turned away from Spike, drinking more of the shitty alcohol of the twenty-first century.
Spike tackled John out of his chair, the two of them crashing to the ground. Spike trapped him between his body and the floor, straddling his hips.
"I'm not ashamed of you." Spike bent over him, capturing his lips. John grasped Spike's head and kissed him back hard.
They parted, panting for air. John looked up at Spike, cupping his cheek and pressing a couple soft kisses against his mouth.
"You'd leave me if Buffy asked you to," John said sadly.
"No," Spike pressed his forehead against John's. "No. John, I want you. You're mine. I'm not going to let you leave."
John closed his eyes. Despite his cocky bravo, he wanted someone to own him, possess him. Take care of him. But he couldn't let Spike know that, not yet at least. He pushed Spike off.
"Oi!" Spike frowned, hurt. "What's tha—" John cut him off, jumping on him. Spike moaned when John pinned his hands over his head and nipped his neck.
"You're forgetting, Spike, I'm the dominant one. You're mine." John bit down sharply, knowing exactly how much Spike liked it.
Spike caught John's earlobe between his teeth, sucking and it. "Home. Now."
John nodded. "Or I'll fuck you right here." He stood and pulled Spike up with him. "I'm getting somewhere other than a crypt to stay after tonight." John grabbed his guns, holstering them.
"Why? It's comfy." Spike tossed his arm over his shoulders.
"Yeah, if you're dead." John wrapped his arm around Spike's waist. "If I'm going to stay on earth, I'm going to damn well stay in an apartment."
"And how are you going to pay for it?" Spike argued.
"What, I travel through time and space, but you don't think I have a couple bank accounts floating around? The Cayman Islands are wonderful. I've got a least four or five hundred thousand squirreled away."
Spike looked at John with a new respect. "I didn't peg you the type."
"To plan ahead? Just because your cute ass doesn't know how to, doesn't mean I don't."
Spike moaned when John licked up his neck. "Car," Spike instructed, pushing John against the driver's door as he struggled with his keys. He growled and flung the door to the backseat open.
"I'm on top." He pulled John's mouth to his.
"Wrestle you for it," John teased as he dragged Spike into the car.
Buffy watched with a shudder as the two men ducked into the car. The painted windows would have been perfect cover, except that Spike and John didn't close the door. It was horrible. Not Spike.
" So, so wrong," she muttered, but didn't take her eyes off the homoerotic scene. She wasn't against gay couples, her best friend was a lesbian, but it seemed wrong for Spike to leave her for a man. Except he didn't leave her, she left him.
John sat up, his legs straddling Spike, and grabbed the door. His eyes found Buffy and he winked at her before closing the door.
"Ass," Buffy hissed and stomped away. It was wrong!