The Senator's Downfall (and its sequel Warrior)

(characters belong to Joss, I'm just playing with them)

Visions of that lithe body gleaming with perspiration—moving to the erotic beat of the drums, the piercing look in those eyes that promised heaven and hell—tortured Xander. Even in his dreams the Kerali eluded his touch.

When his eyes fluttered open, he was aware of how hard he was... how he ached to touch himself. The weight of the blanket over his cock teased him the same way his dreams of Spike had. No satisfaction.

He stumbled into the shower, unable to rid his mind of the images... or banish the urgency of his body. Heat speared between his legs, demanding release. Closing his fist around his arousal, he allowed the images free rein. In his mind, the steam billowing around him was the Kerali’s wings, the hand that worked him up belonged to the Kerali... and later, when he climaxed to the sound of his own voice begging "fuck me, fuck me, fuck me..." ...the voice belonged to the Kerali. Sagging against the wall, Xander pressed his mouth against the cool tile and kissed Spike senseless.

* * *

"Are you trying to commit career suicide? Xander, how could you be so remiss?"

"If it were an emergency, that would be one thing. But you missed the meeting because you were out dancing. DANCING! With a Kerali to boot..."

Flanked by his father, a judge, and his uncle, another senator, Xander accepted the criticism that he’d known would come. "I am sorry, but I’m quite sure you were eloquent and persuasive—"

"Save your flattery for others, I’m your uncle... I know you too well. I needed you there to back me up... to pick up the younger following. You understand that the contracts that are signed will last the next hundred years... they have to take into account every contingency, and we need to be careful not to give in to the Kerali’s demands for greater compensation. Just because the markets are good now does not mean the trend will last."

"I know, Uncle, I agree."

"Then you should have made your agreement known when you were needed. Dancing!" he spit out.

Xander’s father put his hand on his son’s shoulder. "I know you’re young, but that was juvenile."

"Yes... it was." Xander heartily agreed. How could he possibly explain the storm of lust brought on by Spike’s mere existence? Or that if he had to do it again... he was not sure he could have broken away from the dance in the name of duty.

"You’d best come to your senses. Salustra’s future is in the balance." His father stopped at the door to the Senate chambers, allowing Xander and his brother to go about their business.

After the general sessions, the Senate broke up into smaller chambers for committee meetings. One side of the table was lined with Senate members, and the other was empty for the moment. Last minute ideas were floated among the senators until the door opened, and the Kerali negotiators filed in.

Xander got up and, like the others, was informally introducing himself when a mocking smile greeted him. "No need, I already know your name."

"You."

"You," Spike moved on and spoke with other members of the Senate.

It took Xander a few moments to recover, and he couldn’t claim to have done it on his own.

"Stop gaping, Nephew, and don’t tell me that’s who you were with," his uncle hissed in his ear. "Idiot... you were set up."

Idiot wasn’t all that he was. Gods... why? Why couldn’t he think straight when that man was around? Where were his glib arguments? His clever turns of phrase? All the numbers he’d crunched in preparation for this meeting? All he knew was that, despite all his efforts, he was entranced by Spike. The man wasn’t a key negotiator, but Xander hung on to his every word, watched his every motion, stared longingly at those long-fingered hands that occasionally waved in the air. Fuck... he was smitten.

Only after the Kerali left did he take a long breath. Even as he participated in the discussions about the Kerali demands and worked toward crafting counter proposals, his mind was elsewhere.

As he left the chambers, he spoke to his uncle. "Please wish Alarcon well on his birth celebration day, I won’t make it this evening."

"What? What is the meaning of that... you know a word from him and your career can go up or down. It’s him... you’re going after that Kerali again, aren’t you? Stop acting like a mongrel in heat—"

Xander walked away. That was exactly what he was... a mongrel in heat. He’d do anything it took to get the blond into his bed. Anything to stop the heat flushes… the mind-numbing desire that kept taking over his life and body.

* * *

Late that evening, when he didn’t find Spike at the dining area of the Great Hall, Xander prowled the drinking gardens, clubs and bars. He just had to find him.

And then he saw him, ensconced among friends again. Laughing, joking, drinking. Gods... no man had the right to look like that. Xander’s gaze traveled down Spike’s back, to that slender waist, and the swell of his ass. Fuck... all those silver buckles on the guy’s black pants just made Xander want to see him free of his clothes.

His eyes flashed as one of the other Kerali put his arm around Spike, patting his back as they laughed. But the guy released Spike, and the blond headed alone to the bar.

Xander followed him and looked over his shoulder as the blond read the drinks menu. "Can I buy you a drink?"

Spike didn’t even look up. "Never turn down a free drink. Can’t make up my mind on the specialties..."

"Get a ‘pounding’."

This time, the blond did turn. "Are we still talking drinks?"

Xander’s mouth went dry. "We can talk about anything you want."

"I’ll take a pounding."

A strangled "Get him one," passed Xander’s lips, as he tried to come to grips with his sudden erection. Fuck. This guy’s lethal.

"And here I thought you were going to give me one."

Looks were exchanged. "So... you take poundings?" Somehow he’d thought the warrior would be a top.

"I’m very versatile," that mocking smile flashed, before Spike picked up the violet drink produced by the bartender and drank slowly. "It’s nice. It has a bite."

Xander motioned for a drink. "You interest me."

"Oh really?" Spike lifted an eyebrow. "I would never have guessed."

Damnitall... still no clue as to how the guy felt about him. "Last night... was that a trick?"

Spike spread his hands. Did that mean he didn’t understand the question, or was he admitting it? Right now, Xander’s heart was thumping so hard, he could hardly think straight or pursue any sort of logical questioning.

"Do you... do you want to go somewhere?"

"Where?" Spike put his hand on Xander’s back.

Heat. Xander swayed toward the winged man. "My place. Anywhere..."

When there was no answer, he leaned into Spike. He felt the warrior’s sex swelling against his thigh, so hard... so big... Gods, he had to see this warrior naked and beneath him. "Please. Please say yes."

Spike allowed Xander’s hand to wander down his back but stopped him before he cupped his ass. "I’d like to."

"Good, let’s—"

"Can't."

"What?" Xander's voice was edged in desperation, but he didn't care. "What do you want? I'll give you anything."

Spike pulled away and sat down on a barstool, then looked into his glass. "Sorry, mate, but we have an anti-fraternization rule during missions."

"A what... how..." Xander swallowed, "you're not here on a mission... that has to apply when you're talking about war missions."

Shaking his head no, Spike drained his glass. Before he put it down, another was placed in front of him, compliments of Xander. "You trying to get me drunk to forget my duty?" he asked, locking gazes with Xander.

"But..." If it would work, Xander was more than happy to try.

"Includes all missions, diplomatic ... war... it's all the same."

"To hell with stupid rules. Just meet me outside, no one will know." Fuck, he ached so badly he thought he would die if the warrior denied him.

"Sorry, mate, I can't do that."

Xander gripped the stem of his glass.

"... I can hear your heart. I can smell your lust. Come closer."

Like a mothling drawn to a flame, Xander leaned close, so close his breath caressed Spike's cheek.

"Now I can hear your ragged breaths. Imagine you breathing like that in my ear as you take my clothes off. You rush, because you can't wait... because you've waited so long. Your hands shake..."

Hearing this man, who radiated sexuality, describe his fantasies in such detail would have brought Xander to his knees if he’d been standing. His tongue slipped along his lips, wetting them. "Then what?"

"You try to unbuckle the bindings on my pants, then curse and touch me over the material. You cup me, feel me grow. You rub your cock against my ass, begging me to help you with the bindings. You're desperate. You want me..."

"Fuck, I want you so badly I don't know if I can wait for you to get naked. I grip your pants, I pull... tearing them down your legs. Finally... I see your ass... I ask you to turn."

"I tease you... tell you to make me." Spike's fingers brushed Xander's as he moved his hand over to pick up his drink. "I'm a warrior..."

"You won't budge... but I fight dirty. I kiss your shoulders..."

"My wings are in the way."

Xander dared to touch him... to stroke Spike between his shoulder blades. "I kiss you here... between them."

A soft purring sound broke out of Spike. "That is not a place you touch a Kerali in public."

He hadn't known, but he reveled in the power. "I kiss you there again, and again, until you want to turn around... until you can't stand it."

"I turn, I'm angry... I don't like to lose."

"I drop to my knees, I take you in my mouth and make you forget your anger. You shudder. You cry out. I bring you to the edge and then..."

"I look down... I see what you have for me, and it's a sight to behold... your length... your thickness. I pull you up, and help you remove your tunic."

"I can't wait. I kiss you hard. Then I turn you around."

"I bend over. I see your legs behind me. I feel you push inside.... you fill me..."

"You're tight, so tight... but I can't wait. I fuck you... fuck you so hard it hurts both of us. But we can't stop... we just fuck and fuck and fuck..."

"And I take the pounding." Spike drained his drink and got up. "I'll see you at the next session of the negotiations, Senator," he said out loud, before walking away with another Kerali.

Xander hadn't even noticed the other man’s approach. All he knew was that he was coming... coming in his pants, and they'd hardly touched. Verbal sex was not over-rated.

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