Spanley

3. by Druffine

Despite the delight of the crowd’s reaction Xander concentrated completely on his moves when the music started. The beat of Nine Inch Nails’ Sin set his veins on fire, got his heart pumping against his rib cage. 

“You gave me the reason
You gave me control
I gave you my purity
My purity you stole”

The song was perfect. Spike had chosen it with him, had chosen it for him and showed him most of the moves. There wasn’t a lot he did right, but Spike just made him try new things whether he wanted to or not.

“Come on Xan…” The lean body pressed against the youth’s back, strong hands grabbed his hips, pulled his ass back against Spike’s groin, made him bend his knees a little to compensate the difference in height between them. “Close your eyes… head back on my shoulder…”

Xander shuddered for a second, lost in the sensation of a memory, and then came back to his task at hand. He went through his dancing routine, enjoying the reaction of the people watching him without letting that show. Longing looks from under his lashes made the dollar notes appear faster…

There were more men present, even if it wasn’t an exclusive gay bar. They looked at him greedily and it had taken him the longest time to get used to that. Finding pleasure in being reduced to an object, a piece of meat, something.. not very enthralling, when you had a low self esteem beforehand but Spike had made it clear to him. Like he always did.

He was kneeling on shiny black tiles, getting a feeling for the dimensions of the stage and learning new moves. Spike was behind him, hands on his shoulder when Xander had stuttered out his doubts and objections to his new job. “They are not using you…“ Harder grip around his biceps when Spike pulled him back to the floor. “YOU are using them.” Xander’s shoulder made contact with the cold black tiles and he yelped, more in surprise than in pain. “See, told you, you could do it.” Xander remembered how Spike had stared hungrily down at him, taking in the arched back, the wide spread thighs, the taut abs.
“They want you…” Spike said, looking up and down the recumbent boy. “But you are the one deciding who can have you. Now open your zipper…”

Xander was back to the present when he heard a loud yell “Bitch!” from a group to his side. He let his gaze sweep over them. Only some college boys having some fun, drunk but waving big notes in his direction. He had this anxious feeling in his stomach but he calmed himself with the knowledge that Spike was somewhere close, watching him and watching out for him.

The hairs on the back of his neck suddenly stood to attention and Xander turned, using the silver pole in the middle of the stage to hide his observations, appearing fully concentrated on his dance. He didn’t need much time to find out why his neck tingled. A man, brown hair and eyes hidden behind reflecting glasses, clad in a dark leather jacket sat in the bar and stared at him. Nothing unusual to be looked at when you are the top attraction on stage but the way the customer stared was a more open and a more observing gaze… he was under close scrutiny and the only person Xander knew that had this look down to perfection was Spike.

Did the stranger and Spike have something more in common than the way of looking at someone as if they could measure and weigh their soul?


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