Truth Denied

Pairings: Spander (eventually)
Appropriate Ratings: NC17 overall but this chapter... pg-13 Or possibly R (If I'm wrong, lemme know)
Warnings: Not much for this chappie other than boys dancing and touching each other. Yes, that's right, STRIPPING this chapter!
Beta: LJ User Tamakin and LJ User Laazikaat
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They talked late into the night. Spike answered questions Xander would ask, Xander answered those that Spike posed to him, but they didn’t talk about Greg again by unspoken agreement; some things were better in small doses.

Spike moved back that night. Well, moving back made it sound like a big production, but the fact that Spike had never actually moved out made the moving back very effortless; he just started sleeping in his own bed instead of Steve and Ben’s guest room. They practised their new dance to while away the time cooped up together and by the end of the week they knew their performance would be flawless.

It wasn’t until Spike was going to bed that he realized he’d reached out for Xander’s hand instinctively the night of his confession. It took him another few moments to realize Xander hadn’t drawn his hands away until much later, when Xander himself was uncomfortable. Spike felt an odd twittering in his chest the longer he thought on it. He put it down to anticipation and nerves; it wasn’t every day he was planning on confronting a… well, confronting Greg. Because it couldn’t be anything else, of course not, Xander had probably been too stunned to move is all, right? It couldn’t be anything else, and Spike would make sure he kept better control over himself when he was around Xander, no matter how comfortable he felt.

It was weird, but Xander fit him like a missing puzzle piece, filling a void he hadn’t realized existed until that shaggy haired brunet had come and filled it. He was comfortable around Xander as he’d not been around anyone else since he’d become human. He finally had someone he could he honest with, who he didn’t have to watch what he said around, it was freeing and fulfilling at once. Spike was terrified of what would happen when it finally ended - when Xander found his own place and his own way about the world without Spike in it. He didn’t want to have to hide all over again; he liked having this one open window into his past and his reality.

Not fair on him to depend on him like this, can’t be good for him, or me. Dammit, things will be so much better and less confusing when he finally moves away. I don’t think he’s been good for me, couldn’t be and have me like this, afraid he’ll leave just because I like not having to lie since he already knows the truth. I got along perfectly well before, won’t change a damned thing if he leaves, who cares if I have to keep lying? And no, not if, when, because I better get used to it now. Xander Harris would never stoop to stripping for a living if he had a choice, or to keeping such questionable company, I’m going to lose him so I may as well get used to it now.

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Xander stifled the urge to pace. Spike wasn’t pacing, he was standing there coolly collected and waiting for their cue. Xander could do that, he could, he was just entirely too nervous to stand still was all. This was going to be his second dance at the club and they’d been working on it all week. They’d rotate it for each time they danced that weekend and try to work on a third next week to add in. It was all logical, but Xander really wished they’d stuck to the first dance and nothing but it. They’d proven it worked and he’d proven he could do it, why press their luck like this?

I’m going to fall flat on my face and drag Spike down on top of me, aren’t I? I’m going to totally embarrass myself and him. I should stop this, before it’s too late. I can’t bring him down with me and I know I’m gonna.

He looked up at Spike with envy at his cool repose, leaning against a wall, thumbs hooked in belt loops while he waited. Why can’t I be all cool and collected like him, huh? Why do I have to always be falling apart inside while he breezes through life? We’ve got a raving lunatic after us and he looks like he doesn’t even care! What the hell is it? Is he –used- to it or something? Is that it? Because if that’s it we’re gonna have to have a serious talk about how this is not normal in an average human! Goddammit!

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Can feel my heart pounding in my chest, gotta remember my breathing, gotta calm down. I always hate dancing a new piece live, but I gotta calm down or the whelp’ll just be freaked out even more than he probably already is. And now I got soddin’ Greg to worry about. That bloke’ll do something to get back at me, he won’t be a pansy about it either and pull back at the last moment. I’m gonna suffer for this, and all because I didn’t learn my lessons the first time around! I’m a soddin’ idiot. Can’t believe he trusts me after all of this, trusts me enough to get on stage and earn himself some money at least, and enough that he didn’t make any noise about leaving the flat. Wonder what that means?

The announcer gave them their cue, “That’s right boys, we have ourselves the tasty the delectable Spike paired with the chocolate eyed, nicely sculpted Lexxi in a totally new piece. Bow down and worship at Priape’s Temple, the ceremony is about to begin!”
They shot each other a quick glance and fleeting smile just as the music began. Their nerves washed away with the first note, leaving them graceful and lithe.

The heavy metal riff started and they slinked onto stage to tableau together in the middle. They were wearing all black, ethereal strips trailing behind them from binding points around arms, elbows, wrists and every other major joint. Their shirts were fine mesh that looked like a spider web, their shorts were short and barely there, baring a slim crescent of bare ass.

I had never thought
we were hangin' on
but the fall looks very far
staring at the ground
what flesh will do to you
will do to me too
Be free and on your own
It's not that simple, it's not that simple
It's never that simple

Their fingers skimmed over each other, trailing the fine strands over their bodies, covering and revealing in glimpses. Xander stood behind Spike, trailing his arms around his chest and shorts. At the words “Be free” Spike was flung out down the length of the stage by Xander. He landed on the shaft of the stage that jutted into the crowd and fell down to his elbows and knees, hands up over his head as if in protection.

It feels like the first time
that we've fallen behind and
we faltered too far down
no one could save us
It feels like the first time
and we're standing above them
and no one can touch us
the worst is over
the worst is over

Spike slammed his hands down on the stage and turned back to Xander, crawling on his hands and knees, pleading for Xander to take him back. Xander looked brokenly down at him, then took him by the hand and lifted him to his feet, pulling him close, running his hands once more over mostly bare and sweat slicked skin before ripping Spike’s shirt off. Spike quickly returned the favor, tossing the tattered shreds to the squealing crowd.

I could say to you
a bitter word or two
There's no stopping now
Just get it out in the air
Heard it through the fog
and hurt by it all
I'd take it back today
but it's out of my hands, it's out of my hand
But it's out of my hands

Xander ran his fingers over Spike’s moist lips, one digit was sucked into the wet cavern and given a sensual washing. Xander bit his lip and arched into Spike, rubbing his body up and down against Spike, only to have his shorts ripped off and flung back stage. He returned the favour, and turned, baring their pouched genitals to the roaring and squealing crowd, money fell like rain on the stage.

It feels like the first time
that we've fallen behind and
we faltered too far down
no one could save us
It feels like the first time
and we're standing above them
and no one can touch us
the worst is over

Xander leaned forward in a lunge and Spike leaned back, they then swung about in a large circle before standing, facing each other once more. Xander pulled on a pierced nipple, and Spike returned the favour with a brisk rub of Xander’s own nipples, they each arched into the touch before letting go and holding each other’s hands out from their bodies.

Lost in the film again
All the signs were showing
watching a single frame when the wind begins
You're never anywhere
Cause you're caught in my weather
Caught in my weather every time

Sweat glistened on their skin as they gyrated down the stage, using each other for balance and as a prop, never quite close enough to reaching fingers for them to be touched. Their eyes sparked and gleamed with the pleasure of doing everything just… right. They spun and twirled, sending the strands of fabric spinning and swirling about their bodies in a cyclone.

Feels like the first time
We've fallen behind
No use is the other one to wait
And I can hold on
as sure as I'm strong
Get over the faithful yesterdays...
yeah... days..... yeah.....

They slowed, turned and with their backs to each other, moved slowly down the stage while leaning back into each other. They spun again, hands holding them apart as they leaned forward. They mirrored each others movements up the stage once more, their hands moving out and about while they leaned in towards each other.

It feels like the first time
that we've fallen behind and
we faltered too far down
no one could save us
It feels like the first time
and we're standing above them
and no one can touch us
the worst is over

Xander spun and caught Spike just as he began to fall, lifting and spinning him on his toes until Spike fell back against his chest. He circled his arms around Spike’s slim waist and toyed with the sash for his cock-and-balls pouch, eliciting hooting and whistling from the crowd. Xander smirked slowly and tweaked a nipple ring to get Spike to arch and gasp under his hands. Neither one of them was keeping an eye on the crowd, each lost in the bliss of the dance.

It feels like the first time
that we've fallen behind and
we faltered too far down
no one could save us
It feels like the first time
and we're standing above them
and no one can touch us
the worst is over
the worst is over
the worst is over...

He threw Spike onto the ground and lowered himself on top, grinding against an invisible barrier between them, never quite touching Spike’s body with his own. He got up and straddled Spike’s body with his thighs spread wide, thrusting up into the air rhythmically while Spike arched and bucked beneath him. Xander ran his finger over his own chest and then down Spike’s, licking the finger as the song ended.