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Chapter 26/?
Appropriate Ratings: NC17 overall but this chapter... PG13
Warnings: Nothing much
Word Count: 1822 (As per Word 2007 Word Count)
Beta: LJ User purpledodah and LJ User Laazikaat
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Steve and Ben returned to much fanfare and loud raucous music and boys. They held a welcome back party during the day, when the club was usually closed. Some people brought gifts, most just slipped him cash, knowing him well enough to know he loved the stuff. Spike had bought them a rare pressing of their favourite artist on vinyl, which they squeed over and planned on playing during a certain game of…. Oh… were you listening? Anyways, the men loved all of it and moaned happily about getting back to their home as things wound down. Spike walked them to the door, slapping them on the back and telling them everything had gone smoothly for the last three weeks, and they had, their personal problems mentioned in private away from prying ears. Steve and Ben had looked at each other strangely and said they hoped the police caught the killer.
Steve and Ben walked out the front door, laden with packages and gift bags. Spike laughing asked if they needed a pack mule or would they be able to do it themselves. They laughed and said they could lug it home, it wasn’t that far, and left the bar into the darkness of the night. Now more than ever Spike wished he was still a vampire, then he could protect Steve and Ben if Greg tried to do anything to them to get at Spike… but he was human, pathetic, useless, he’d have to trust Steve’s limited knowledge of martial arts to keep both of them safe.
He circled behind Xander on his chair, lounging and drinking a beer with the rest of the strippers and staff. How he ached to be able to put his hands on the boy’s shoulders, to give comfort, but he would never do that to him, not without his express permission. The boy’s past made him much more wary and careful around him, not daring so much as a brush of his arm against him unless the boy said it was okay. Dancing with him was interesting at least, all passion and fire onstage and forlorn defeat when off. Least it means he’s not totally broken, that he can feel, and if I have anything to say about it, he will feel!
~*~
Things at the club barely changed to Xander, other than seeing Steve constantly in the safe room and Ben often sitting beside him, helping. If you could call sucking face and putting hands down pants as helping that is.
Xander exclusively used Spike’s secret entrance to his home, not daring to walk through the crowds of strippers, wondering when one of them was finally going to corner him about the whole Daijon thing all over again. He may be a great fighter, but he didn’t want to break and bruise all the strippers here, it would bring down Spike’s business!
It came as no real surprise when Spike found another bouquet on the landing, easily two feet across. Spike sighed to himself and didn’t even bother reading the card, he just slammed the door shut and called the cop in charge of the investigation that he’d received more flowers from Greg and could they please come pick it up.
They came by an hour later, wrapping the bouquet up in a giant plastic bag, and asking Spike questions as to where he found it, since he’d just opened the door and there it was, the questioning didn’t take long. Spike did ask if this meant Greg was violating his restraining order, and when they told him he was, he insisted on pressing charges.
Spike sighed to himself, wondering where Greg was, why he wasn’t leaving them alone, why were there still bouquets on his landing. He really didn’t want them, and he thought a visit from the cops about the murder would have made him wary of contacting them, regardless of the restraining order. He sighed again and shook his head, things were not going the way they should and he was getting tired of it.
~*~
The police gave them a call later that night, they wanted to know if there was anywhere else Greg might have gone since he seemed to have disappeared into the mist. They left a radio car in front of his apartment, and another in front of his workplace and a third in front of the club, but that was really all they could do at this point. Spike debated not telling Xander about the phone call, knowing it would upset the boy, but also knew he’d rather have the truth than any kind of lie.
~*~
Spike clinked his glass of alcohol on the rocks as Xander came upstairs. He took another sip to fortify himself. Xander walked in and looked down at his glass and gave a half hearted smirk. “Remembered the ice this time I see.” When Spike didn’t answer right away Xander sprawled on the couch. “Lay it on me, what’s the big bad Greg been up to?”
“Nothing,” he took a healthy swallow. “They can’t find the rat bastard, not at his job, not at his place, not here, not there, not anywhere, and he’s gonna do it again Xan, guys like him, guys like him don’t step back after escalating it like that. Bloody bastard left us another bouquet on the landing. We should warn everyone, psycho killer on the loose, maybe it’ll save someone, already printed up a flyer to put downstairs. He’s going to do it again, I can feel it Xan, and it’s all my fault, all my damned fault.” He started crying, pulling at his hair with his free hand. He looked up at Xander like he was begging for benediction.
“I didn’t mean for any of this to happen Xan, none of it, but I can’t stop it. I don’t even know how to protect the boys at the club, they’re all fair game according to Greg, he won’t pull any punches. I’m so sorry Xan, maybe I should set you up at a motel or something.” Xander reached out a hand to comfort him. It’s, hesitant, trembling, before he pulls it back, sure Spike would rather his grief go unnoticed.
“Look, we discussed this, I know where the weapons are here and I’d rather be with you than by myself when the psycho arrives. I’m staying. Above and beyond all that you’re my friend, my only friend, I won’t leave you now that you need me, I can’t.” He straightened up on the couch and looked Spike in the eye, “And if you ever bring up me moving out for my own safety before I do, I will not only gag you, I will tie you down and gag you. Now, you may enjoy that, but I’ll be sure to make it an uncomfortable position so you’ll want to be free.”
“Never said I was into bondage!” Spike looked affronted, or shocked… sometimes those expressions are hard to tell apart.
“Yeah yeah, you’d need to be tied down to be beat properly, can just see you dancing at the end of a whip.” And that’s when his mind went to images he’d sworn he’d never think about. He shifted himself in his seat, trying to hide his growing erection from Spike’s eyes. The thought of Spike’s naked body, stretched against a cross, tied and helpless while begging for more was just an image he really shouldn’t be having. They were friends, and no matter what Xander thought of Spike’s hot body that didn’t mean their relationship could ever change. And I did –not- just think he was hot! I just want to suck him a little, taste him, blow him, oh gawd I think I have a crush! Can anyone blame me?
Spike, in the mean time, was eyeing Xander carefully, taking in the panicked look, but explained it to himself as Xander thinking of Greg or something.
“Didn’t say it, but you kinda gave it away when you told me what kind of club you went to.” Xander informed him wryly.
“Still doesn’t mean I’m into bondage,” Spike retorted and crossed his arms, blinking back tears and sniffling loudly, trying to pretend he wasn’t.
Xander ran his hand through his hair and chuckled softly. “You just don’t want to admit you had fun in the basement when I tied you to that horrid orange chair,” he smirked.
Spike looked at him and smirked back, wiping his hand unobtrusively against his upper lip and scratching the back of his ear, “Yeah well... not everyone has to know, now do they? Besides I think you got your jollies tying me down, and don’t dare deny it, was a vamp then, could smell it on you.”
Xander looked up at him and swallowed, “I was thinking of Buffy giving me a kiss for saving her and Giles from having to... do something... with you. It wasn’t you,” he protested weakly. Spike only chuckled and shook his head.
“Have it as you will mate, but a vamp’s nose never lies.” And if I had a vamp nose now, I’d be able to tell what Xander’s thinking... feeling. Maybe I do stand a chance, if he was turned on by tying me down. I’d forgotten all about that. Too bad he can’t stand the touch of men... I’d make him scream my name.
Xander rubbed his forehead with his thumb and sighed. “How about we talk more about Greg? What he could do? I think you should post a picture of him at the door, tell the bouncer about him so he’s not able to get in, let the rest of the boys know to look out for an obsessive fan that may be very, very dangerous and trust them. You can’t guard them all Spike, they have homes, lives, you can’t be everywhere.”
Spike tipped back his drink and finished it then sucked on an ice cube. He crunched down on the cube and nodded. “You’re right Xan, but it’s going to be very not fun explaining and telling the boys downstairs about an obsessive fan. We do everything we can to avoid those. Bugger it.” He sighed and got up, dumped the ice in the sink and put the glass in the dish washer. Xander followed, leaning against the kitchen door frame.
“You want me there with you? Notice I didn’t say need, I said want, because I have nothing better to do.” He smiled softly and shrugged.
“Yeah pet,” Spike smiled in return, turning to face him. “That’d be nice, to have someone at my back. Been a while since I’ve had a real friend... been a long, long while. Thank you.” He smiled and went to clap Xander on the shoulder, thought better of it and lowered his hand to his side instead. He walked past Xander and headed for the door, Xander followed him from the apartment like a well trained puppy.
Warnings: Nothing much
Word Count: 1822 (As per Word 2007 Word Count)
Beta: LJ User purpledodah and LJ User Laazikaat
X-posted to: -Complete list on my LJ-
Comments keep my muse well fed.
Steve and Ben returned to much fanfare and loud raucous music and boys. They held a welcome back party during the day, when the club was usually closed. Some people brought gifts, most just slipped him cash, knowing him well enough to know he loved the stuff. Spike had bought them a rare pressing of their favourite artist on vinyl, which they squeed over and planned on playing during a certain game of…. Oh… were you listening? Anyways, the men loved all of it and moaned happily about getting back to their home as things wound down. Spike walked them to the door, slapping them on the back and telling them everything had gone smoothly for the last three weeks, and they had, their personal problems mentioned in private away from prying ears. Steve and Ben had looked at each other strangely and said they hoped the police caught the killer.
Steve and Ben walked out the front door, laden with packages and gift bags. Spike laughing asked if they needed a pack mule or would they be able to do it themselves. They laughed and said they could lug it home, it wasn’t that far, and left the bar into the darkness of the night. Now more than ever Spike wished he was still a vampire, then he could protect Steve and Ben if Greg tried to do anything to them to get at Spike… but he was human, pathetic, useless, he’d have to trust Steve’s limited knowledge of martial arts to keep both of them safe.
He circled behind Xander on his chair, lounging and drinking a beer with the rest of the strippers and staff. How he ached to be able to put his hands on the boy’s shoulders, to give comfort, but he would never do that to him, not without his express permission. The boy’s past made him much more wary and careful around him, not daring so much as a brush of his arm against him unless the boy said it was okay. Dancing with him was interesting at least, all passion and fire onstage and forlorn defeat when off. Least it means he’s not totally broken, that he can feel, and if I have anything to say about it, he will feel!
Things at the club barely changed to Xander, other than seeing Steve constantly in the safe room and Ben often sitting beside him, helping. If you could call sucking face and putting hands down pants as helping that is.
Xander exclusively used Spike’s secret entrance to his home, not daring to walk through the crowds of strippers, wondering when one of them was finally going to corner him about the whole Daijon thing all over again. He may be a great fighter, but he didn’t want to break and bruise all the strippers here, it would bring down Spike’s business!
It came as no real surprise when Spike found another bouquet on the landing, easily two feet across. Spike sighed to himself and didn’t even bother reading the card, he just slammed the door shut and called the cop in charge of the investigation that he’d received more flowers from Greg and could they please come pick it up.
They came by an hour later, wrapping the bouquet up in a giant plastic bag, and asking Spike questions as to where he found it, since he’d just opened the door and there it was, the questioning didn’t take long. Spike did ask if this meant Greg was violating his restraining order, and when they told him he was, he insisted on pressing charges.
Spike sighed to himself, wondering where Greg was, why he wasn’t leaving them alone, why were there still bouquets on his landing. He really didn’t want them, and he thought a visit from the cops about the murder would have made him wary of contacting them, regardless of the restraining order. He sighed again and shook his head, things were not going the way they should and he was getting tired of it.
The police gave them a call later that night, they wanted to know if there was anywhere else Greg might have gone since he seemed to have disappeared into the mist. They left a radio car in front of his apartment, and another in front of his workplace and a third in front of the club, but that was really all they could do at this point. Spike debated not telling Xander about the phone call, knowing it would upset the boy, but also knew he’d rather have the truth than any kind of lie.
Spike clinked his glass of alcohol on the rocks as Xander came upstairs. He took another sip to fortify himself. Xander walked in and looked down at his glass and gave a half hearted smirk. “Remembered the ice this time I see.” When Spike didn’t answer right away Xander sprawled on the couch. “Lay it on me, what’s the big bad Greg been up to?”
“Nothing,” he took a healthy swallow. “They can’t find the rat bastard, not at his job, not at his place, not here, not there, not anywhere, and he’s gonna do it again Xan, guys like him, guys like him don’t step back after escalating it like that. Bloody bastard left us another bouquet on the landing. We should warn everyone, psycho killer on the loose, maybe it’ll save someone, already printed up a flyer to put downstairs. He’s going to do it again, I can feel it Xan, and it’s all my fault, all my damned fault.” He started crying, pulling at his hair with his free hand. He looked up at Xander like he was begging for benediction.
“I didn’t mean for any of this to happen Xan, none of it, but I can’t stop it. I don’t even know how to protect the boys at the club, they’re all fair game according to Greg, he won’t pull any punches. I’m so sorry Xan, maybe I should set you up at a motel or something.” Xander reached out a hand to comfort him. It’s, hesitant, trembling, before he pulls it back, sure Spike would rather his grief go unnoticed.
“Look, we discussed this, I know where the weapons are here and I’d rather be with you than by myself when the psycho arrives. I’m staying. Above and beyond all that you’re my friend, my only friend, I won’t leave you now that you need me, I can’t.” He straightened up on the couch and looked Spike in the eye, “And if you ever bring up me moving out for my own safety before I do, I will not only gag you, I will tie you down and gag you. Now, you may enjoy that, but I’ll be sure to make it an uncomfortable position so you’ll want to be free.”
“Never said I was into bondage!” Spike looked affronted, or shocked… sometimes those expressions are hard to tell apart.
“Yeah yeah, you’d need to be tied down to be beat properly, can just see you dancing at the end of a whip.” And that’s when his mind went to images he’d sworn he’d never think about. He shifted himself in his seat, trying to hide his growing erection from Spike’s eyes. The thought of Spike’s naked body, stretched against a cross, tied and helpless while begging for more was just an image he really shouldn’t be having. They were friends, and no matter what Xander thought of Spike’s hot body that didn’t mean their relationship could ever change. And I did –not- just think he was hot! I just want to suck him a little, taste him, blow him, oh gawd I think I have a crush! Can anyone blame me?
Spike, in the mean time, was eyeing Xander carefully, taking in the panicked look, but explained it to himself as Xander thinking of Greg or something.
“Didn’t say it, but you kinda gave it away when you told me what kind of club you went to.” Xander informed him wryly.
“Still doesn’t mean I’m into bondage,” Spike retorted and crossed his arms, blinking back tears and sniffling loudly, trying to pretend he wasn’t.
Xander ran his hand through his hair and chuckled softly. “You just don’t want to admit you had fun in the basement when I tied you to that horrid orange chair,” he smirked.
Spike looked at him and smirked back, wiping his hand unobtrusively against his upper lip and scratching the back of his ear, “Yeah well... not everyone has to know, now do they? Besides I think you got your jollies tying me down, and don’t dare deny it, was a vamp then, could smell it on you.”
Xander looked up at him and swallowed, “I was thinking of Buffy giving me a kiss for saving her and Giles from having to... do something... with you. It wasn’t you,” he protested weakly. Spike only chuckled and shook his head.
“Have it as you will mate, but a vamp’s nose never lies.” And if I had a vamp nose now, I’d be able to tell what Xander’s thinking... feeling. Maybe I do stand a chance, if he was turned on by tying me down. I’d forgotten all about that. Too bad he can’t stand the touch of men... I’d make him scream my name.
Xander rubbed his forehead with his thumb and sighed. “How about we talk more about Greg? What he could do? I think you should post a picture of him at the door, tell the bouncer about him so he’s not able to get in, let the rest of the boys know to look out for an obsessive fan that may be very, very dangerous and trust them. You can’t guard them all Spike, they have homes, lives, you can’t be everywhere.”
Spike tipped back his drink and finished it then sucked on an ice cube. He crunched down on the cube and nodded. “You’re right Xan, but it’s going to be very not fun explaining and telling the boys downstairs about an obsessive fan. We do everything we can to avoid those. Bugger it.” He sighed and got up, dumped the ice in the sink and put the glass in the dish washer. Xander followed, leaning against the kitchen door frame.
“You want me there with you? Notice I didn’t say need, I said want, because I have nothing better to do.” He smiled softly and shrugged.
“Yeah pet,” Spike smiled in return, turning to face him. “That’d be nice, to have someone at my back. Been a while since I’ve had a real friend... been a long, long while. Thank you.” He smiled and went to clap Xander on the shoulder, thought better of it and lowered his hand to his side instead. He walked past Xander and headed for the door, Xander followed him from the apartment like a well trained puppy.