Protective Custody (1/20)COMPLETE

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Xander heard the shower go on and pictured a wet, naked Spike wrapping his hand around his cock and fucking his fist. Instant hard-on. He let his body fall back onto the couch and hid his face in the cushions.

"I'm gonna get you back for this." He muttered, mentally staking Spike. And not in the good, fun way.

Inside the bathroom, Spike had turned on the cold water. He was counting on Xander's imagination to torture the boy, and had no real intention of jerking off. That was until he heard a muffled sound near the door. The thought that Xander was listening made him painfully hard. So hard, he couldn't help seeking relief. He reached for the bottle of lotion on the counter...conveniently placed and almost empty. And now he knew why. Closing his eyes, he visualized Xander's mouth latched around him. Tight. Hot. Hotter with every drag on his cock. He stroked himself faster and faster, closing his eyes tight as the pressure built inside.

Xander stood outside the bathroom door, staring into space, trying to hear the sounds Spike was making. He hadn't meant to do this, he'd been supposed to go to the bedroom but he stopped for a moment and now he couldn't move. He could barely hear anything over the sound of the water but his imagination provided him with a surround sound vision of Spike jerking off. He gathered all his self-control and managed not to just push his sweats down and give himself some relief.

Fuck, it was hard in so many ways.

Spike groaned out his release and then stepped into the shower. A second later, he slammed his hand against the tiled walls. Where was his control? Right...maybe he'd used this to his advantage, but he hadn't meant for it to happen. And he fucking hadn't intended it to be Xander in his head. He wanted him out of his head, before it was too late. This had bloody well work, or he was in trouble. Big trouble.

Five minutes later, Spike emerged from the bathroom, jeans on but shirtless, with steam still rising from his body. He wasn't half surprised to see Xander lingering close to the door. "Your turn, yeah?"

He took a step toward the bedroom and turned a predatory gaze on the boy. "Are we going out tonight, or will it be hot dogs for dinner?" The boy would understand how torturous dinner could be if Spike wanted it to.

"I dunno Spike, let's see how my shower goes first." Xander murmured and sauntered into the bathroom.

Spike's gaze dropped to Xander's ass. "He would have to shake it," he muttered. He should leave...go to the room. Instead, he was rooted to the spot and leaning towards the door.

Xander leaned against the door and tried to breathe. Fuck, Spike looked hot coming out of the shower. He looked down at the bulge in his sweats.

And now to take care of business. To put on a show or not to put on a show, that is the question.

He went into the shower, letting the water calm him a little. Xander had already decided to go out with Spike tonight. Hotdogs for dinner would just about kill him. He could already picture Spike licking up and down, taking the end in and sucking.

He groaned at the thought, his hand already moving down...

Spike had no idea how it happened, but he found himself pressed flat against the door, slowly going mad with the sounds Xander wasn't even trying to conceal. His hand clawed at the door, and then slid down to the knob. Maybe if he just...if he got it out of his system, their system...maybe one single shower together. He turned the knob.

It was bloody locked. As if cold water had been poured over his head, he stepped back and blinked. He'd been about to...he would have...Backing away very quickly, he went into the bedroom and sat on the bed. This was bad. Very, very bad. He looked up. "Thank you....thank you Powers... for locking me out. Sometimes you get things
right, yeah?"

He let out a breath, and watched as Xander came in. "You're looking very... relaxed."

"Yup." Xander replied cheerfully, holding his towel up with one hand. "It was a nice shower. So where are we going then?" He asked, opening the lowest drawer in his dresser and bending over to look through it for a shirt.

"A club. Somewhere with girls." It was ironic that he was eyeing a very male ass at that moment.

"Cool. Mind getting out so I can get dressed now?"

Xander asked the question without turning to look at Spike. Best keep his eye to himself if he didn't want another shower before leaving.

"Go ahead...nothing I haven't seen before." Spike arched an eyebrow when Xander refused to turn. "Don't worry, I'm not looking." He flopped back on the bed, supposedly staring at the ceiling, but his eyes did manage to occasionally steal looks into the mirror that very clearly reflected Xander from head to toe. And everything in between.

He was just as Spike had imagined. Lean and rugged, tanned, with the most mouth watering abs. He could see himself trailing his tongue along the indentations down to... He blinked, and started to whistle an old folksy ditty. Anything to clear his mind. Anything.

Xander hesitated a moment before heaving a resigned sigh and letting the towel drop and pulling on his clothes as quickly as possible. Making a scene out of this would only make things worse. Besides, it wasn't like Spike was affected by him the same way he was affected by Spike. The more he thought about it the more he decided that going out was a good idea. It would get his mind off his roommate or whatever Spike was to him. He might even score with one of the blond's cast offs. Not like he had any pride left anymore anyway, he'd had sex with a sleeping man who thought he was someone else.

"All ready. There's a club the slayers like, near Kings Cross. I think they call it La Scala. Wanna go there?"

"Great. I love slayers," he smirked and walked out ahead of Xander.

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A couple of hours later, they were sitting at a bar lit up by neon lights.

On the way to the club, Spike had managed to get Xander to agree to a shopping spree, and finally, Spike was wearing what he wanted. His leathers...they made him feel like the Spike he knew, gave him that extra confidence he needed now that the rules had changed on him. And the tight black tee-shirt he'd picked out made him look damned good, if the way Xander had looked at him was anything to go by. But now, sitting in the crowded club, packed with women... Spike was determined that Xander would see the light. Never mind that Spike had shooed off all the women that tried to talk to Spike. It wasn't because he wanted to be with Xander, it was because he had to work on Xander, help the boy with his techniques, and make sure the boy hooked up with some girl.

Xander looked around him, marvelling at the sheer number of people that fit in the club. He waved at one of the slayers and tried not to wonder if she was really out with *that* guy. He looked even scarier than Angelus in full leather! Still, slayer and all, not like the guy could get the upper hand.

"Wanna go dance a little?" He asked Spike, looking longingly at the dance floor.

"Dance, yeah..." he started to slide off the stool, and came to himself. "No...meet women. Remember?" He wasn't sure who he was talking to at that point – himself or Xander.

The lights flashed. The throbbing beat of the music had them swaying. And the liquor had them very relaxed. Xander had several shots, but had absolutely forbidden Spike from more than one measly shot. It wasn't right...even if his head was spinning as he sat there, it wasn't right that there was a soft drink in front of him now.

Spike put his hand behind Xander's back, and leaned close to his ear to speak over the music. "How about a beer. A light beer, yeah. Couldn't hurt."

Xander shivered and tried to concentrate on Spike's words. "No. No more alcohol Spike, human you didn't drink much and you're not used to it." He snapped and went back to looking at the dance floor. "I wanna dance. I could order you to dance!"

Spike leaned over again, this time resting the back of his hand on Xander's stomach. "I love it when you're all masterful like that." He found himself drawn to the boy's lips, but pulled back before they'd quite touched. "You're right...no more drinks. As for the dancing, who with?"

For a moment there, Xander thought Spike was going to kiss him. Then the blond drew back and reality returned. He hated reality. Reality sucked.

"Doesn't have to be with anybody, you can just dance."

"I'd dance with you."

Xander turned to see a girl standing before him, smiling at him. She was blonde and small and pretty and had the nicest smile.

"Yeah?" He smiled back. "That'd be--"

"Impossible," Spike finished for him.

"Wha?"

"Waa waa, nothing. Sorry pet, you'll have to find someone else, yeah?" Spike patted the girl's bottom and smirked as she flounced away in a huff. "That one wasn't right for you."

"Why the hell not? She was pretty and seemed nice!" Xander glared at Spike. "I thought we were here to meet girls!" He pointed at the direction the girl left. "She's a girl! I met her!"

"Yeah..." Spike shook his head. The drink really was affecting him. He couldn't even explain why he hadn't liked her. "Trust me. Not for you."

It went on in that manner for a while. Spike finding reasons various girls were unacceptable. Xander ordering his next drink and getting just a little more drunk and grim.

Spike ran his hand through his hair. "I want you to find someone, I really do. Just not a slut, or someone dressed in yesterday’s fashion, or God forbid did you see her nipple ring? You didn't...oh...well her blouse bunched...never mind, yeah?" he put his hand on Xander's face and turned it away from the vixen in shorts three sizes too small for her.

"Look, I have to visit the WC, then we'll go to another bar With nicer women. I promise." He slapped Xander on the back, and headed for the bathroom. Bloody human bodily functions. One shot, one drink, and here he was slightly swaying and about to explode.

Xander glared at Spike's retreating back and resolved to find a girl to dance with. Turned out the pirate look gave him an air of mystery or something because he was constantly approached. Next girl who asked him to dance would get him.

As Spike walked back to the bar, he noticed the place had gone darker, and the music changed into some haunting tones. A slow dance. He remembered those days at the Bronze when -- His thoughts were abruptly interrupted when he saw that Xander wasn't at the bar. But where? He scanned the room, then the dance floor.

There he was. Arms around a red head, not Willow. Spike's stomach clenched. Gritting his teeth, he forced himself to lean against the bar and wait. Let the boy dance. Maybe this girl would do it for him. Maybe...Spike reached for Xander's drink and almost took a slug. But preventing erasure was a good deterrent. He licked around the lip of the glass, and set it down hard.

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(A/N

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