All I Need...

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Part 19

It was perhaps rather unfortunate, Giles thought, that one of the young Slayers-in-training had honed her hacking skills well enough to break into his e-mail account. But she had, and after nearly a full day of trying to explain to her and the others that yes, Xander Harris was coming to visit; yes, he was no longer fully human; yes, he apparently had two eyes these days, and yes again, he was apparently ‘involved’ with one of their other heroes—the vampire with a soul known as Spike… but that didn’t mean the men didn’t deserve their privacy.

They’d all taken in rather well, with that bizarre acceptance of youth. They also possessed all the arrogance of youth and had immediately set about planning a ‘welcome back’ party for the two men, and that was the ‘perhaps unfortunate’ result as he had no idea of how the vampire and the primal would react.

He’d tried dropping them a warning in e-mail but had no surety that they’d receive it before arriving.

Ah, well. He’d done what he could. He’d just have to hope his own presence would prevent any… undesirable outcome.

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They’d driven the rental car to Cherbourg, almost wrecking more than once when Xander’s mouth on his cock became too distracting for the safe operation of the vehicle.

Fortunately, it had been dark out and traffic had been scarce, so pulling off onto the side of the road hadn’t really been too much of a hardship.

“What the bloody hell brought this on, luv?” Spike murmured, fingers stroking the softly mussed brown hair with slightly trembling fingers. “Not that I’m complainin’, mind. Wonderin’ what I did so I can do it again, yah?”

Xander chuckled, finally releasing the softening shaft from his lips and rubbing his cheek lightly against it. “Just taking the edge off, Spike. I figure it’s gonna be a while, what with staying at the Watcher House, so…” he shrugged and licked his lips slowly, eyes finding and holding blue ones.

The vampire snorted, trying to ignore the way seeing that wet pink tongue on soft red lips affected him. “What are ya tryin’ ta say, Xan? That we won’t be fuckin’ whilst we’re there? Because if that’s th’ case, mate, we can get a bloody hotel.”

“Um… I’ll think about it,” the brunette said with a grin as he straightened in the passenger seat and tucked Spike’s twitching shaft back into his pants. “We don’t want Giles to think we don’t want to stay with him, right?”

“Dunno why not, luv. If it means bein’ bloody well celibate with you right there, then I don’t want ta stay there, do I?”

Xander shook his head, still laughing quietly. “Okay, okay… no celibacy. But you have to promise you’ll try to be quiet, Spike.”

Another snort. “Yah, because I’m th’ one what howls loud enough ta scare dogs bloody miles away when ya cum deep in my ‘amazin’ ass’,” Spike grumbled affectionately as he pulled back onto the roadway.

It was a good thing, Xander thought, that he and Spike actually agreed on who usually topped, because if Spike thought he was loud, he’d obviously never heard himself. Hell, the blond could break glass with the sounds he made every time he came in him.

“Mmmm…” he replied after a minute or so during which his eyes closed and he remembered every moment of bliss he’d experienced in the last few days, “Your ass is amazing, baby… just like the rest of you. So… tight and cool.” He gave the driving blond a wicked grin. “Love driving deep into you, Spike… feeling you strain and heave… the way you whimper for me, begging me to go harder, faster…”

“An’ if ya keep that up, luv, we’re goin’ ta miss th’ ferry.” Which he, for one, wouldn’t mind at all. He was just a little bit nervous about seeing the Watcher, a little anxious about what the man would think of he and his Xan being together the way they were, and… if anyone could make the brunette rethink wasting his time on a bloody vampire, Xander’s pseudo-father was the one.

Xander heaved a slightly annoyed sigh, carefully weighing the reaction that would get in London. “Fine. I’ll behave. Just… hurry up, Spike. I want to get there already.” He thought for another moment, watching Spike’s intent focus on the road. “And you’re right, baby. We’re gonna need to stay in a hotel. I don’t think I could keep my hands off you for an entire night.”

Spike chuckled, pushing his worries aside for the moment. “Doubt ya could manage it for a bleedin’ hour, pet… but I like that, don’t I?”

And that was a damned good thing, Xander admitted silently. Neither he nor his beast would ever want to force the blond… but that didn’t mean they wouldn’t if they got desperate enough… which a whole night without touching, kissing, licking, fucking ‘theirs’ would pretty much ensure.

“Yeah… yeah, Spike,” he agreed slowly, suddenly hoping he was wrong about how much he needed the vampire… and how he’d react if denied access to him for long. “And I’m glad you do…”

It was still a sobering thought.

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The balloons tied to the post outside the door should have clued him, he figured, but he’d been so nervous about actually seeing Giles again that he’d sort of brushed their presence aside in his mind and simply wrapped his arm more tightly around Spike’s shoulders before knocking on the heavy, iron-banded wood.

That made his expression all the more amusing to the gaggle of teenaged girls who virtually dragged both him and his vampire inside… once those same girls had finished squealing in a pitch high enough to have the hyena within him on edge.

Fortunately, Spike being Spike, the blond had stepped forward, drawing attention from him until he’d gathered his somewhat lacking wits.

And Spike was a sight to behold, even with one eye.

He’d posed and preened, accepting the fawning as his due, all the while holding lightly to his Xan’s hand while turning faux flirtatious gazes at each of the girls, and if this was the state of the trainee Slayers, the world was in for a heap of trouble, the vampire thought with a grin. Hell, even Dawn hadn’t been this bad. Not even when she’d been deep in the throes of her little crush on him.

“Right, then,” he inserted into one blissful moment when all of the teenagers were miraculously taking a breath at once, “Where’s th’ Head Man?” Spike rolled his eyes at the blank looks he got, unsure of whether the chits were daft or simply didn’t know who he was talking about. “Th’ High Poobah…? King of bloody Watcher-ville?”

Xander finally laughed, his fingers tightening around Spike’s. “He means Giles, girls,” he explained, wincing slightly when speaking to them earned him another excited squeal. “Uh… we’ll just check his office.”

“Yah,” Spike agreed, his limited patience giving out. “Alone. Meanin’ with none of ya lot. Maybe ya can go an’… play with your dolls or somethin’ whilst th’ grown-ups talk, ‘ey?”

Brown eyes rolled, only one of them visible as Xander laughed. “He’s a charmer, I know. Look, ladies. Thanks for the welcome. It’s a nice surprise. But we really do need to talk to Giles, okay?”

Spike snorted and did the only thing he could think of to stop the incessant babbling from the twelve or so girls still surrounding them. He turned and dragged his Xan hard against him then waggled a brow wickedly and pressed his lips roughly against the other man’s, kissing him hard, deeply and thoroughly.

“Right, then. Giles is where?” he asked of the sudden silence.

One girl laughed, rather than looking stunned like the others and Xander recognized her as the same trainee he’d seen the last time he’d been in London, although they hadn’t exactly met, what with the suspicious glares on both their sides.

“I’ll show you, gents,” she said with a grin. “The house can be a bit of a maze if you’re not familiar. With it, not with each other because you’re obviously that. I’m Fran, by the way. Nice to meet you, Spike… and nice to see you again, Xander. Follow me.”

And that was unexpected, Xander thought, even as he and Spike started off down the hall behind the girl. “So you’re Australian?” he asked, then shook his head. “Duh. Of course you are. Sorry.”

“Think you’re still a bit flustered, luv,” Spike murmured, releasing his Xan’s warm hand to wrap his arm around his waist. “More interested in why Fran, here, didn’t go all bloody silent like th’ others when I kissed ya.”

The girl laughed, giving them a glance over her shoulder. “Most of the other girls have been very sheltered, gents. They already knew you were… together, but seeing it’s another matter for them. As for myself… my brother’s gay. Two men kissing is the least of what I’ve stumbled in on. And honestly, even if I hadn’t seen it before? Demons, vampires, were-creatures…? A couple of blokes who are into each other isn’t such a big bloody shock, right?”

And when it was put like that, Xander had to laugh. “I guess…”

For his part, Spike gave the girl a speculative gaze and leaned closer, taking a whiff of her before chuckling. “This brother of yours, pet… ‘s he tall like ya? Dark hair… not bad lookin’ for a human?”

“Well, of course he is, Spike. He’s my brother. He’s a good ten years older but there’s a resemblance. Why?” Fran stopped and turned, arching a sleek, sculpted brow at the blond.

The vampire shrugged and chuckled. “No reason, pet. Just wonderin’ if I might know th’ bloke.”

The young girl laughed and turned away, leading them on. “Not likely. He’s a bit of a free spirit. Never stays in one place long enough to get to know anyone. In other than the biblical sense, of course.”

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The hyena had been snarling quietly in the back of his head the entire time Spike was chatting with the girl. Finally, once they’d been shown to Giles’ office and Fran had left them, it quieted down a little.

‘Stop it,’ Xander growled inside his head. ‘She’s nothing to us. Nothing to Spike. She’s just… a cub. A kit. A baby.’

‘Ours talked to it. Ours liked it!’

Brown eyes rolled quickly as the hated eye patch was finally removed. ‘Of course ours liked it. It… she was being nice. That doesn’t mean he wants her! We trust him, so just… stop!’

A grumbling, irritated rumble echoed through his head as the beast curled up tightly, mumbling to itself about dominant females and not sharing ‘theirs’.

Of course, that was when Xander realized that Spike and Giles were both looking at him, the vampire with a smug and amused expression while the Watcher simply seemed concerned.

“Sorry,” he said after a moment, “I was having a little ‘talk’ with my other half.”

The blond grinned and pulled his Xan closer, holding him tightly for a moment as he met the Watcher’s eyes. “He does that from time ta time, Rupert. ‘s nothin’ ta worry over.”

And actually, Giles was somewhat relieved. If the Primal spirit wasn’t fully integrated with Xander then there was a chance of removing it without damaging the young man. Not that he was going to suggest such a thing just yet. He didn’t have enough information, in any case.

“Yes, well… you’re here. And apparently doing well, one would assume.” Giles cleared his throat and took his glasses off, looking a bit flustered. It was one thing to express his affection for the former Scooby in an e-mail message, but quite another to do so in person. “I, ah… I trust your journey was pleasant?”

Vampire and hyena-having man exchanged one wicked glance, then separated, swooping in on the uncomfortable Watcher and grabbing him into an enveloping hug.

“Not as pleasant as th’ many blow jobs on th’ way, mate,” Spike said with a smirk once they’d set Giles back on his feet and released him, “but not bad.”

“Spike!” Xander yelped, shaking his head. “Bad vampire! No whiskey!” He turned his gaze on the man quickly polishing his glasses and clearly trying to hide a small smile and a large blush. “Ignore him, Giles. He’s just being pissy because someone called him ‘nancy’ when we stopped for gas. Petrol. Whatever.”

“ ‘ey! Doesn’t make me a bloody poof ta be snoggin’ my bloke while I’m waitin’ for th’ bloody pump ta finish, yah?”

And just like that, Giles was laughing harder than he’d done in years. He dropped his glasses on the table behind him and bent over slightly, clutching his ribs as the tears started to slip from the corners of his eyes. “I…” he gasped, still laughing, “I’m fairly… certain… that it does, Spike…”

Brown eyes crinkled at the edges as they met pouty blue. “Told you, baby… we’re a couple of… sodding nancy boy poofters,” Xander said with a grin and truly horrible accent.

Spike groaned and reached out, dragging the brunette against him again. “An’ I told ya, pet… don’t use that bloody accent unless ya want ta find yourself bum up over th’ nearest surface, yah…?”

It was Giles’ turn to roll his eyes and he did, wiping the small trails of moisture from his cheeks as he retrieved his glasses and settled them firmly on the bridge of his nose. “Please, Xander. For the remainder of your stay, do refrain from… enticing Spike to such lengths. I sincerely have no desire to witness any such thing. Not to mention that repeated exposure to such attempts might possibly make my ears bleed… more, I mean.”

“Oh, you’re a funny, funny guy, Giles,” he said with a grin that echoed the Watcher’s and was soon matched by Spike’s as well. “So… I guess we should talk.”

“You did promise me answers,” Giles agreed, leaning against the table comfortably. “It might be best to get them out of the way before the party.”

“Party…? What party?”

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