Healing

Part 11

About an hour before dawn, Spike finished up with his torture of the fledge and sat down beside Xander. After a few minutes Xander put his arm around Spike's shoulder and pulled him closer. Spike went with out resistance.

"You feel better?"

"Yeah, just... Do you think any of the others got turned? Will we run into more of them?"

"I don't know Spike. If we do, you'll take care of them. It'll be fine."

"It wouldn't have been. Not without you here. I panicked."

"That is completely understandable. Don't worry about it, I told you I'd be here as long as you want me. I meant it."

"Thanks pet, we should go. Sunrise soon."

"Yeah, I guess we'll have to come back for your stuff tonight then."

The two got up and headed back to the apartment. Xander ate while Spike showered and then they traded. Boxers donned the two fell into bed exhausted. Xander reached for Spike to pull him into his arms, Spike hesitated only a second before curling into him to sleep for the day. He felt safe here, safe and maybe even loved.

When the dreams came again, Xander was instantly awake and trying to sooth a still sleeping Spike. The vampire was shaking and making this high-pitched keening noise that went straight to Xander’s soul. He knew he shouldn't feel this way but damn it he was mad as hell. Spike was his. Whether it was right or not, Xander knew how he felt. He loved the vampire and he felt like Spike belonged to him. Maybe it was a residual effect of the hyena possession, but he was feeling protective of his mate. He wished he could go back to that night just so he could beat them some more! That and catch the two that got away!

As Xander held and cuddled his vampire, Spike slowly began to relax again. Xander stayed awake for a while just holding Spike and enjoying the feel of him curled around his body. He knew he was in deep, Anya had never inspired this level of protectiveness in him. Even when she was newly human and everything frightened her. Spike snuggled closer to Xander and he felt a slight rumble in his chest. Spike was purring in his sleep; Xander smiled and allowed the sensation to lull him to sleep.

When Spike woke hours later he felt himself enveloped in warmth. He knew Xander was still sleeping as the mortals breathing and heart rate were slow and steady. He shifted slightly so he could see Xander’s face. He looked so serene, peaceful even. Nothing like when he was awake. Then he was always a bit tense, ready for something, anything to jump out at him. Such was life on the Hell mouth, at least it was when you were a Scooby.

Spike lay his head on Xander’s chest and listened to his heart beat. At one time, being this close to it would have stirred his hunger, but now it only made him feel content. He allowed himself to purr quietly - something he wouldn't do if Xander were awake - and bask in the love he felt for this man. He really hoped that he could come to terms with what happened soon. He wanted Xander, wanted to be able to touch the boy, and to be touched by him, he wanted to not be frightened by the idea of having sex with him. Spike picked up the slight elevation in Xander’s heart rate and knew he was waking up. He stopped purring and lightly rubbed his hand across Xander’s chest instead.

"Mmm, that feels nice."

"Morning pet. Sleep well?"

"Okay, but s'not mornin'"

"Well it is for vampires, luv."

"M'not a vampire."

"No, you're much too warm for that. I like you better this way."

"Uh huh. We staying here all night or you wanna get up and go get your things."

"I'd rather stay here, s'nice and warm here."

Xander hugged Spike a little tighter and dropped a kiss to his temple.

"As nice as this is, and believe me, it's very nice. I need to get up. Bathroom, coffee, food, shower."

"Suppose yer right. I'm a bit peckish meself. Could use a cup of coffee as well."

Xander stumbled out of bed and headed for the bathroom. Spike took a minute to appreciate the view before slipping on some sweatpants and heading for the kitchen to start the coffee.

When Xander got out of the bathroom he headed straight for the kitchen, the refrigerator to be specific. He was still clad only in his boxers and was bent over rummaging through the fridge.

"You want eggs and bacon, Spike?"

Spike turned around to answer him and his brain melted out his ears. All he could see was Xander’s tight ass in those clingy shorts, his well muscled back, his biceps flexing as he pulled the afore mentioned food out of the fridge. Spike shook his head and tried to focus on what Xander was saying.

"Huh?"

"I said, do you want some eggs and bacon?"

"Oh, sure luv. Sounds good. Coffee's just about ready."

Xander went to the stove and started cooking while Spike heated up his blood. His mind was still on Xander and the fact that he was walking around in nothing but boxer shorts, one flimsy little scrap of material was all that was keeping that nice firm ass covered from view. The thought was making Spike hard. Maybe a shower before breakfast?

Xander was thinking similar thoughts on Spike. He was still wearing Xander’s clothes around the apartment, sweat pants that barely stayed up, boxers that hung low on his hips, and of course that white tank top that fit like a second skin. This morning however he was just wearing the sweats. Xander had to force himself not to think about Spikes smooth skin, his hard muscles, how he wanted to touch him, taste him, ride him into a second death.

Spike was suddenly hit with the scent of Xander’s arousal. He almost moaned out loud at the stirring in his groin it caused. Living here with Xander was going to be the death of him. He wanted him, so badly, but he just wasn't ready.

"Uh, Xan? I'm gonna take a quick shower before brekkie."

Xander nodded in response and Spike practically ran for the bathroom. Once he was gone Xander turned and banged his head on the wall several times.

"Stupid. Idiot. He. Could. Smell. It. "

Spike was standing under the hot spray, one hand bracing himself against the shower wall, the other stroking his hard cock. He needed to do this, otherwise he was going to go back into that kitchen, throw Xander over his shoulder, carry him into the bedroom and shag him stupid. The idea had its merits, mind you but Spike wasn't ready to reciprocate. And until he was he didn't want to start anything with Xander that could lead to the boy not wanting him around anymore. It didn't take long for Spike to cum, he only had to close his eyes and remember the way Xander looked bouncing on his cock, the feel of all that warmth surrounding him, and he was done for. A quick clean up and he got out and dried off.

When Spike came back to the kitchen, thankfully - for Xander’s' sake - fully dressed, Xander had just finished piling the food onto plates. He set one down in front of Spike and then sat across from him to eat his own.

"So, I'm thinking we should probably go get your stuff first thing. Then we'll head over to see if the others found mister big, grey, and ugly. Hopefully they did, then patrol for a while. Sound good?"

"S'fine with me pet. These're real good, what did you put in them?"

"My secret ingredient, I'll never tell and you can't make me!"

"That a challenge luv?"

"Nope, just a heartfelt truth. No one has ever discovered the secret to my scrambled eggs."

"I'll just keep that in mind then. But rest assured luv, you will tell me."

"That sounds like a man with confidence in his methods, if an 1100 year old vengeance demon couldn't do it what makes you think you can?"

"I never give up, especially not on a challenge."

Ten minutes later, Spike was flipping around the TV while Xander was in the shower. Spike knew exactly what Xander was doing in the shower, the water didn't mask the scent at all. He came to the conclusion that he was gonna let Xander shower first from now on seeing as he was hard as hell - again. He knew he didn't have time for a quick toss before Xander got out so he tried to take his mind off it by channel surfing. He couldn't wait to get out of the apartment, having a naked, soapy Xander that close, knowing that he was tossing off, hopefully thinking about him, was almost killing him. He was sure he was going to pop the buttons on his jeans he was so hard. He'd have to talk to Xan about getting a heavy bag or some weights or something, anything to take out his physical frustrations on.