Protective Custody (1/20)COMPLETE

(Disclaimer: We own nothing. Joss owns all. You know the drill.)

[Three Months Later]

The Slayer sat cross-legged on the nice comfortable arm chair, looking up at Spike. "So, watcha think?"

Sitting on the arm of her chair, Spike was almost draped over her as he leaned down to look in her lap. "Could work, yeah. We're good together."

Walking into the apartment, Xander heard Spike and Buffy talking and
sighed sadly. He was so not in the mood for this. Dragging his feet he
walked dejectedly to the living-room and flopped on the easy chair.

"Hey guys."

Spike jerked around, a slightly embarrassed or guilty look on his face. "You're home early, aren't you pet?"

Buffy leaned forward. "Hey Xan. I'm kinda sorta escaping Giles and all the new paperwork that goes with a kill...." Rolling her eyes upwards, she told him exactly how she felt about it.

"It's what you went to school for, isn't it, Slayer?" Spike raised and eyebrow, then looked over at Xander and crooked a finger at him. "Forgetting something, aren't you?"

"Can't get up, too tired. Giles put me in charge of a project. He used the old 'but you're the only one I trust' excuse. One of these days that's going to stop working." Xander pouted and mustered up enough energy for a half-hearted glare. "You two are entirely too peppy."

"Excuse me while I put a little pep into him, yeah." Spike got up, walked his hands along the arms of Xander's chair as if crawling up it, and kissed him full on the mouth, not stopping until he got the energetic response he wanted.

"Oh no... Dawn's right, you two are still making like rabbits." Buffy uncrossed her legs and put her shoes on.

Spike straightened and looked over. "Dawn... we don't kiss in front of Niblet."

"Guess she's got ESP then, huh?" She gave him a wry smile. "Okay so...?"
"I'll think about it, yeah?"

"'kay, you know I don't give up." Dropping the file onto the coffee table, she got up. "Xan... remind him what a good team we make. Guess I'd better head out. We're going out for drinks later, in case you want to come and not make like rabbits."

Xander turned to Spike and said solemnly. "You guys make a good team." He nodded to underline his point and turned to smile Buffy. "I reminded him. We might join you tonight, if he can get enough pep into me." He snickered, wriggling his eyebrows.

Recognizing the glint in Spike's eyes that said he was ready to take up the challenge, she grinned back. "That would be my cue. Closin' the door before it hits me. Call us." She strode out the door, and pulled it shut behind her.

"I'll put some pep into you," Spike put his hand out, and pulled Xander off the chair. "For that, you have to be near me." He kissed him again, then moved them to the sofa. "But first...she wants me to join the fight against evil…again. Brought over the whole bloody personnel booklet and benefits package," he said, gesturing to the materials Buffy left on on the coffee table.

"There’s a booklet? Nobody showed me a booklet.” Xander asked, settling next to him and putting his head on Spike's lap. "So...thinking about taking them up on it?"

"I don't know. Maybe. I'm beginning to feel like a kept man. I'm not, am I?" His stamina had steadily improved over the last months, and he still had his moves. Training with Xander was something he looked forward to on the weekends.

"Nope. Nothing kept about you. You're a house husband." Xander replied
immediately, giggling and tilting his head so that Spike could pet him. "Giles offered you a desk job as well didn’t he? After he found out how they used us he busted some ass and we have some vacancies. He could use someone with your knowledge." He said, a downright evil smirk on his face as he remembered Giles' reaction when Xander had explained that someone within the Council had leaked information on Spike’s whereabouts to the demon community. Ripper was fun when he was aimed at other people!

"Desk job," Spike growled the distasteful words, "don't let my cooking hobby fool you, I haven't changed that much." He brushed Xander's hair off the guy's forehead, then focused on his mouth. "Talk about it later, I have other duties. Got to perk you up and all that." Lowering his head, he brought is mouth down over Xander’s in a heated upside down kiss. He didn't think he'd ever get enough of this, strange as it was. Slowly, he swept his hands down Xander's chest and abs... he'd perk him up alright.

Xander arched into Spike's hand, moaning against his lips. It didn't matter how tired he was, Spike's touch was always enough to wake him right up. He raised his hands to cup Spike's nape, playing with the soft hair there. By the time the blond raised his head, Xander was panting harshly and wide awake.
"Come back here." He murmured and tugged Spike down for another kiss.

Spike gave a smug chuckle, and thrust his tongue out, meeting and tangling with Xander's mid-air. Every time Xander tried to suck his tongue into his mouth, he pulled back, merely stroking and twirling his around Xander's, teasing him. At the same time, used his hand to emulate the torture, lightly cupping Xander, stroking, running his thumb up and down over the growing hardness, but moving his hand when the boy tried to increase the pressure.

He loved the playful times. Times like this. Xander had taught him what neither Dru nor Buffy could. Love didn't have to hurt. It could be good. It could make you feel better, and make you want to be better.

Deep in his thoughts, Spike hadn't noticed the change in Xander's responses. But suddenly, the boy's hands were clamped behind his neck, insistently dragging him down closer. The intensity of the boy's look and motions cried out that playtime was over. But Spike wasn't done playing. Instead of kissing him properly, he tongued the corner of Xander's mouth, then dipped his head lower, kissing his neck.

Xander growled in frustration at Spike's refusal to kiss him already. Determined to get what he wanted, he moved up, pushing Spike back against the couch as he went, until he was lying over the blond.

"You are supposed to be under me." He muttered and held Spike's head still. He dropped tiny kisses all over Spike's face, laying out their plan for the night. "First we have fun of the inside variety, then we meet the girls for drinks. Then we come back home have more fun."

He lifted his head to give Spike a meaningful look before leaning back down for the kiss he'd been angling for.

Running his hands through Xander's hair, Spike pulled him close and gave him exactly what he wanted. A long, deep, mind drugging kiss that left both of them panting for more. Taking a breath, he smiled. "You've gone all masterful-Xander on me, killed a big bad today, did you?" He chuckled. "And I'm under you... only until I'm over you," he started to reverse their positions and met some resistance. Sliding his hand between their bodies, he unbuttoned and unzipped Xander's pants. "You know you want it, now be a good boy and turn over..." He swept his hands over and under Xander's ass for good measure.

Xander moaned softly and buried his face in Spike's neck. "Nope. My turn to play." He said and bit down on the flesh, sucking and licking the skin until he raised a bruise. "My Spike. Under me." His voice brooked no argument. Sliding his body down a bit, he unbuttoned Spike's jeans, pushing them down with him as he went. He didn't stop until he had the jeans off and then he moved up again, sliding his hands under Spike's knees and raising his legs.

"Objections?" He asked, raising his eyebrow.
Spike frowned. "You don't mean..." Right, the pillow that got shoved
under his ass screamed yes, that was exactly what Xander meant.

His heart pounded. Indecision. A mixture of fear. He wasn't thrilled about passing the controls over. And yet there was that intense look about Xander, the determination. And the tantalizing feel of him sliding over his body. Spike's mouth went dry. "I don't know if it's a good idea pet..." But that look... he was still wearing that look. The one that said he'd get his way one way or another. A plan...a plan... a thousand pounds for a plan!

"I. Want. To. Play." Each word was punctuated by a kiss. Xander could see the indecision in Spike's eyes but he was determined to get his way. Just ‘cause he wasn't jealous of Buffy didn't mean he didn't have the urge to claim Spike for his own in every way possible.

Besides, it'd be fun!

Spike's stomach clenched. He swallowed hard. Trying to keep cool. Trying to remain unaffected. But Xander just wouldn't let him. One last time, he tried to reverse their positions. The boy...his boy was smiling. But there was steel under that smile. And love. How could he deny him?

Hand slightly shaky, Spike ran it over Xander's face. "Alright." It was the merest of whispers, but the triumph in Xander's face had him bracing.

Xander's smile widened at Spike's capitulation. He leaned down and whispered in his lover's ear.

"Don't worry Spike, I've got you and I'm never letting go."


***The End***


(A/N: We are thinking of writing a sequel. Any interest in reading it?)