Time After Time Series

Dinner was a long, tedious affair. Afterwards, William had met with the other leaders of the campaign and they'd poured over maps and made some changes to the travel routes they'd take to the holy land. New information about attack zones and safe cities was incorporated and although it had been a lengthy exercise, William was glad for it.

He entered his room to find Alexandros sitting near the porthole, looking as nervous as a virgin. Immediately, the knight's mood improved. "It must be difficult... warming my bed from over there. Take your clothes off and get inside." William went to the small cabinet and poured a drink. Then he started to pour a second glass, for the lad.

Alexandros obeyed and started taking off his clothes, all the while watching the knight carefully. De Sonnac seemed to be in a good mood, he decided. He could work with that, maybe tire the man out without needing to do too much. His ass clenched just thinking about it. No, no, he would do his best to avoid that.

Feeling the boy's gaze, William didn't look directly at him, but was more than aware of his movements. So aware that he knew when the boy had reached the last article of clothing covering only his most personal parts. His heart started to pound hard against his chest, and he couldn't help but turn to look. "Go on. Then get under the covers... you don't want the chills."

Slowly, he started to shed his own clothes.

"Yes, sir," Alexandros responded and soon put his words into action. He sat on the bed, half-covered by the blanket and watched De Sonnac undress himself. He could easily admit that the knight was handsome to look at, despite the scars and marks riddling his body. Still, admiring the man's form didn't mean that Alexandros wanted to be touched or, God forbid, fucked by him. He shifted uncomfortably and waited for his instructions.

The sight of the pretty boy in his bed had William's cock stirring as surely as the sight of a wench or whore might send any of his men hurtling into the grips of desire. He didn't bother to hide the boy's affect on his body as he proudly approached, bringing the glasses with him. "Drink." He pushed his way into the bed, slightly amused at how fast Alex scooted away. However the bed was small enough that no more than inches could separate them in any configuration. "I don't bite," he added for good measure, flashing his teeth in a wolfish grin.


Alexandros gulped the drink in one go. His eyes never left De Sonnac, watching warily as the other man slithered closer to him.

William watched Alexandros's throat convulse as he swallowed and put the glass down. The residue of liquor left a shiny circle around the boy's mouth that was quite distracting. Leaning over suddenly, he ran his thumb over the boy's mouth and fought the urge to lick him clean. "There. Better." Straightening, William stared into his own glass. "Tell me about Alexandria... how did you get to Cyprus?"

His first instinct was to demand why the knight wanted to know that but he managed to bite his tongue before the words came out.

"My father was from the island, sir. He brought us back when I was a young boy. Mother raised me in the traditions of her own family." As he spoke, Alexandros was very conscious of De Sonnac's hands, one wrapped around his own glass, the other resting on Alexandros's thigh. The knight was drumming his fingers and, even over the blanket, the feeling made Alexandros want to squirm.

"Her people." He turned his head. "The long hair. They painted eyes," he cocked his head. "Were you dancing like your people?" Recalling the seductive moves of the boy's hips, William closed his fingers more firmly around the boy's thigh and moved his hand up. Struck by the sudden desire to touch his skin under the blanket, he took another swallow of his drink.

As the hand moved upwards Alexandros did squirm, shifting up himself. This was his chance to explain what he'd been doing, maybe even understand why De Sonnac had gotten so angry. Unless the knight got angry again. Gathering up his courage he begun to explain.

"Erm, not really, sir. Sir Isaac, um, wanted me to entertain his men sometimes. They weren't allowed to touch me without his permission," he hastened to add. Maybe De Sonnac would be upset if he thought Alexandros had been a plaything for all the knights. "I learned the dance from some of the harem boys brought from the east. I thought that was what you wanted, sir," he dared to add, looking up at the knight through his lashes.

"You may dance for me another time. Only for me." There was an underlying edge to his tone. "I would like that, yes."

Alexandros nodded fervently. Anything the knight wanted he would get. Especially if it got him out of dancing on the ship. The men were more likely to be forceful when there was no other relief outside the dancing boys.

"Good." William set both glasses down on the small nightstand and blew the light out of the lamp. Then he rolled over to his side and started to get comfortable. "Lay down," he urged Alexandros to sleep on his side, with his face pointing away from him. "Warm me," he suggested thickly, pulling Alexandros close and molding himself against the boys warm backside. Upon contact, blood surged to his cock. "Fuck..."

"Sir?" Alexandros whispered as he felt the knight grow hard against him. He shifted a little pressing back on the hardness´and tried to keep calm. He'd been expecting this after all and he had prepared himself, both physically and mentally for it. He wriggled again and gasped as De Sonnac's arms tightened around him, pulling him flush against his body.

"Yes?" he asked, his voice strained and tight... as tight as his body, tortured and tempted by the movements of the boy. With slow, deliberate motions, he started to explore Alexandros's body in a way he never had before... running his palms over his stomach and chest... lingering on a flat nipple until it pebbled...brushing lightly over his cock, then squeezing his thighs.. moving his hand between them. These were the things forbidden to him in England. Aye, it was far better to be on a campaign.

"Oh fuck," Alexandros exclaimed as the knight's hand closed over his cock and squeezed lightly. He wasn't used to being on the receiving end of pleasure and De Sonnac's hands seemed to be everywhere at once.


"If you ask me, real nice like, I'll consider it." He ran a calloused thumb up and down the underside of Alexandros's cock, then closed his hand around his length again. "Now go to sleep."

Alexandros pushed into the hand with a moan. There was a vague realisation that as he pulled back he was rubbing his ass against De Sonnac's own erection.

"S-sleep?" he managed to stammer, "no, more, please."

"You ask so very prettily." William’s soft laughter sounded gravelly to his own ears. "You have an early morning ahead, you should sleep." Despite his words, the knight was doing everything in his power to bring the boy's body alive... to whip him up into frenzied motions that would give the knight satisfaction, even if there was no fucking. That could come later. He didn't understand why he didn't want to take the boy the way he took a trophy of war. But that in no way eased his need... his desire to be inside Alexandros... to fuck him, to make him cry out his name.

Anxious to get more, Alexandros did the unthinkable. He took the initiative and turned his body around, pressing hard against De Sonnac.

"Please," he repeated.

Chests sliding together, abdomens touching... William sucked his breath in. "Boy, do you know what you're doing to me?" he croaked, fighting the instinct to fuck him right there.. press him down into the mattress... to slake his lust. Instead, he forced Alex's legs apart with his thigh... lodging it between the boy's legs. "Move against me," he suggested, his blood pounding through his veins and into his temples.


"Okay," Alexandros whispered.


He moved slowly forward, gasping as his cock dragged against De Sonnac's.


"Oh," he breathed and repeated the action, a little faster this time. This time it was the knight's turn to moan and Alexandros laughed a little at the reaction he provoked.


"Like that, do you?" As a raging need gripped him, William coped by finding the boy's mouth and plundering it, taking everything he needed, tasting him, fucking him with his tongue and muttering dark words about what he really wanted... words the boy might not understand. With every blistering kiss, he felt Alexandros's movements getting stronger... more out of control. Better than he'd ever expected.


Caught up in the emotions Alexandros couldn't draw breath to speak. Instead he moved faster, harder, chasing the release that was offered to him. Nobody had ever paid this much attention to his own physical needs, he wasn't used to finding his pleasure in the arms of another. As he felt his orgasm approaching he gasped against De Sonnac's lips and wrapped his arms around the man, struggling to pull him closer.


"Get on top of me," William rasped, sensing the boy's desperation. "You'll have more control... more contact." In truth, a bit more contact and he might go against all his better intentions.


Once more Alexandros followed the knight's directions and once more pleasure flowed from his actions. The moment it took for him to push De Sonnac back and climb on him helped the urgency recede a little and he was free to enjoy the new sensations without fearing that they would end too soon. He smiled down at the knight and dared to kiss him.

William's groan of pleasure reverberated around them. Ordering the boy to comply with his every desire had its rewards, but allowing him to do as he pleased and surprise the knight ... it was a different sort of pleasure. Every part of him ached and throbbed. He gripped the boy's hips and positioned him so there was more friction between their swelling cocks. Their mouths crushed together, as did their bodies, with just enough pressure to bring William to the brink of madness. He ran one hand over the boy's rounded arse... touched his sac...pressing lightly with his fingers.

Alexandros's body froze for a moment, suspended in pleasure. There were too many sensations washing over him to allow any reaction but pure feeling. He tried to speak, to say how good this felt but the words came out strangled and all he could do was groan.

"Please," he finally managed to stammer, "need".

"Keep fucking... you'll get there," William answered, lifting his hips and showing the boy. "Faster," he urged, alternately holding and squeezing his balls with each slide of body against body.

The words were enough to spur Alexandros into motion again and he moved, faster and faster until he could feel his release wash over him.

The boy's jerky movements, the breathless sounds he made, the inartful pleas and cries that broke from his mouth wound the knight up, tighter and tighter, until he was on the verge of turning the tables and buggering the boy. But as the boy found his release, so did William... his tension easing as waves of pleasure had him shouting Alexandros's name. He wrapped his arms around the boy's waist, held him tight, refusing to allow him to roll away until he wrung every last bit of pleasure out of their coupling. Still breathing hard, he asked. "Well?"

As he came down from the pleasure Alexandros's first instinct was to run and hide. He'd taken too many liberties and he was sure to be punished. But the knight held him tight and when he realised that no punishment was to be expected, Alexandros relaxed against him. The question caught him by surprise and he searched for something to say in response. Perhaps De Sonnac expected gratitude for his lenient stance.

"Thank you, sir."

William snorted at that answer.

* * *

[Present]

"See... Alexandros knew when he had it good," Spike smirked as he got dressed. Somehow they'd fallen asleep while he told the story and Xander was making him pick up where they left off. "I'll tell you the rest tonight, yeah? And then you can thank me like Alexandros."

"There is no universe in this world where I am calling you 'sir'," Xander laughed.

It was strangely easy, the way they were with each other. There was no morning-after awkwardness, no pockets of silence that he had to fill in. He shrugged into his shirt and smiled. Who would have thought that Alexander Harris would be so comfortable with the thought of having just had sex with William the Bloody. "Any idea what the plans are for today?" he asked, heading for the kitchen.

Sodding hell... he did have an idea, but didn't want to accept it. "I have a feeling we'll be drawing up the final plans for attack. Not much time left before they strike and now that we have the scyth and Willow's ready..." Reaching for his trench coat which was draped over a chair, he shrugged it on. "Wouldn't be surprised if the end game came tonight... or tomorrow."

Walking into the kitchen, he watched as Xander poured coffee. "If I were to tell you your parents are in desperate straits and that you had to leave for L.A. ... would you go?" His gaze locked With Xander's. He'd already lost an eye... he should be done with the battle.

"Nope. Buffy already tried that and Dawn is still not talking to me," Xander promptly replied. He leaned forward and kissed Spike, a slow, soft kiss to reassure them both. He loved that he could do this, kiss Spike, just because he wanted to. "I'll do my best to get out of this alive. You have to promise to do the same though okay?"

Spike snorted, but didn't release Xander. Not until he got another kiss at least. "I'm a Vampire. You're a human. You're the one who needs to watch your arse." He wished there were a way for him to do the watching... but he'd likely be in the front lines, not a place he'd want to see Xander. Not with what they were facing now.

Xander rolled his eyes. "Come on, we have to get to Buffy's. The faster we get the apocalypse over with, the faster we can have some fun," he said and wriggled his eyebrows. "Get my meaning there? Fun!"

"I'll show you some fun," Spike drawled, running his index finger down the side of Xander's throat, to his chest, then dropping his hand. "Right... get the lids onto the cups, and we're off."

"Yes, Master. And you can tell me more of the story on the way."

By the time they got to Buffy's house, Alexandros and his knight were in the midst of a battle in the Holy land and Xander was anxious to hear their fate. Unfortunately, just as Spike was going to tell him whether they came out of the battle alive, Willow opened the front door.

"Your timing sucks," Xander pouted.

Willow gave him a curious look. "I love you too." She couldn't believe how he'd bounced back from the depths of depression about his eye, to being Xander-normal-guy. Course Spike had something to do with that and none of the scoobs really 'got it'... but so long as Xan was happy, and Spike was kept too busy to annoy... all was good in the world. Except for the possible appocalpyse, of course.

Xander and Spike filed in, and Spike noticed Willow looked strained... more than usual. "What's wrong, Red?"

"Stella was hurt last night... went on a milk run, and no one knew," she said, looking guilty. "And they've decided. Tomorrow we go after them. Stop them."

Suddenly, gone was the soft witch... and it was Willow of the dark eyes and dark hair... at least the way she talked. Spike nodded, "right... time to stop them." He stole a glance at Xander who looked a bit worried, but was giving him the 'don't even try it' look. Right... he wasn't going to think about it. He'd just make sure to find a way to keep Xander safe so that they could live out this life together.

"Let's get to planning then," Xander said. "Don't even think about it blondie," he added as he walked past Spike and into the house.

"I wasn't," Spike answered with the innocence of a new born babe. Any joke he would have made was cut-off when the Slayer... the serious one … came out to call them inside. Willow was right... it was time to plan the end game.

Inside the living room, Spike took up a position against the wall, at a point as far away from Giles as possible. He couldn't help but feel a bit of smugness for having put the Watcher and his henchman in their places. Course it wouldn't do to look too smug, or everyone would start asking him for ideas. Best to keep out of the arguments.

"The mastermind has arrived," Xander declared dramatically, striking a suitably genious-like pose. "We can begin!"

Willow and Giles were the only two that cracked a smile at his entrance. Xander smiled back at them and shrugged.

"Tough audience," he whispered to Spike.

More like shark bait, he thought, looking at all the young faces. He'd helped train them as best he could, but the chances of success... He wouldn't take the odds, if cats were all that were being played for.

Hours later, all of the participants' throats were sore from voicing their ideas, arguing, and comforting each other. But they had a plan. It was solid. And it might just work if Willow was able to pull it off... trigger all of the potentials. That was a big 'if.' Worse yet... even if it went as planned, not a single one of them believed they'd get out of this unscathed. How many would they lose? Spike's gaze touched each one of them in turn. Some were whiny, some bitchy... and some he would miss. Still, they were his army... and the Slayer’s. Then he turned to look at the boy at his side, and he was swamped by ice cold fear. He'd already lost an eye... he shouldn't have to pay a higher price. Reaching over, he took Xander's hand. Anyone who didn't like it could bloody well sod off.

Xander smiled distractedly at Spike. He focused his attention at getting the last details of their plan clear. He wasn't happy with Spike being all the way down in the basement but then what was he supposed to say? 'Leave Spike upstairs with me, I need to make sure he's safe'? So he kept quiet and discussed tactics and weapons instead. By midnight the plan was figured out and Xander was as jittery as he had ever been. For the first time since they started this whole saving-the-world jig he was worried they would lose. Every single person he cared for would be in that high school and he wasn't sure that they would all come out.

"Can we go home?" he whispered to Spike. "I want to go home."

"Not stayin' here?" Buffy asked. A part of her wanted to keep all her friends close... one last time.

Spike took one look at Xander and shook his head no. "We won't be late. Get some rest... all of you."

The instant they were out the door, Spike put his arm around Xander's waist and pulled him close. "You're worried."

"This isn't our regular monster-of-the-week Spike," Xander replied, leaning against the blond. "I'll admit to being a little freaked out. But we'll be okay, right? We always were before."


“That’s right. And you stick to the plan, yeah? And keep your eyes open.” Fuck… He kissed the boy, trying to cover up his blunder, then started a lecture on how he was to be aware of his surroundings, never let his guard down, have his weapon at hand… and make sure to always be within reach of another scoob. Bloody hell, if a vampire could have had a heart attack, he was sure he’d have one now.

"Try breathing, Spike," Xander said with a smile. It was nice to have someone worry so much for him. "I know you don't need to but it might help." He tugged at Spike's hand and stepped off the Summers' porch. "Come on, we should get home."

“Yeah… home.” A smile replaced the vampire’s usual smirk. “Is it… our home,” cocking his head, he asked the question… if he’d thought about it, fear of the answer might have stopped him. Too bloody late now.

Xander couldn't help the blush. "Erm...sure...yeah...let's go then," he stammered and led the way to the car.

Latching on to the ‘sure’ and forgetting the bits which implied indecision, Spike was elated. Moving to the passenger side, he slapped his palm onto the roof of the car. “Right… home, then.” He preferred walking to driving but these days they’d been taking the car at nights… a small precaution.

"I'll make dinner," Xander said ten minutes later as he walked through the apartment door. "Tell me the story while I do? I need to...I need to not think for a while."

“Right, where were we? William gave Alex mind blowing sex that brought the boy to his knees and –“

"No, no, you always want to talk about the sexy bits," Xander protested, "and how come it's always me who ends up being brought to his knees huh?”

“I’ll show you when we get to bed,” Spike smirked, taking up a position leaning against a counter as he watched Xander prepare dinner. Course his gaze lingered on the boy’s very tempting arse until Xander turned and glared at him, reminding him he was to tell the story in return for Xander’s dinner preparation. “Right… story…”


(A/N: Due to lack of interest in this story, further episodes/stories will not be posted here. If anyone is still reading, you may join my yahoo notice group and then read it at other location. Thanks.)