Touched (Part 1 of 8) Completed

(Characters: Not mine, Joss' - I'm just playin' with 'em)

Xander sat quiet as a mouse, his eyes following Spike around the room. The vampire had been pacing for an hour. Eight steps in one direction. Glare. Fives steps across the room, return. Glare. Eight steps away again...

Glare.

Cringing, Xander shifted on the chair. “I’m sorry.”

“For what? For bloody ripping my coat into shreds... do you know that coat survived fire, demons, Petrovskian thieves, and a Slayer’s inability to wear it with the style it deserved, and now it’s gone,” he ground out.

A completely mollified Xander hung his head.

The vampire paced away and whipped around. “Or because the leather pants nearly cut off my bloody circulation?”

“I... I tried...” Xander. And he had. He’d run to the manager’s office and brought back scissors. So maybe while he was cutting the pants off Spike, he’d gotten distracted. Maybe his hand had lingered to parts he’d only imagined... maybe they’d been stuck together in that position too long. Maybe the manager barging in to get the scissors back had been bad. “I didn’t mean...”

Spike paced away, if only to keep himself from throttling Xander. He’d spent way too long with the boy’s hand on his crotch, growing hard, and yet snarling at him when he tried to move. No one, not Xander, and not his bloody magic, was going to force Spike into any situation not of his own choosing. And once they’d gotten over the pregnant pause when the manager walked in, and then got unstuck, things hadn’t got a stitch better.

Every time the boy had brought the car close to the building so Spike could walk in the shade and maybe make a short blanket covered break to get into it, something had gone wrong. He just knew it was Xander’s fault that some truck laden with mirrors had gotten into an accident. A thousand points of sunlight light were then aimed directly at the door of their room... trapping him inside.

“I’ve been exposed, glued, molested, and imprisoned... and all in less than twenty four hours, thanks to you.”

Xander bit his lip. Spike didn’t do ‘caged tiger’ very well. He was going to explode any minute now. And the higher Spike’s emotions, the more flustered Xander was getting. And that was bad. Anything could happen. “I know Spike... we should calm down... really, you know what happens...”

“Calm down... after what you’re bloody putting me through. You want me to...”

“Spike, please?” Xander nervously gripped the arms of the chair, hoping the emotion building up inside him wouldn’t explode. Oh no.... what if Spike exploded! No, not thinking that, not thinking that....

“Don’t you want to go home? Why are you keeping us here?”

The question surprised him. “I don’t know... it’s not on purpose.” Okay, what was he supposed to say? That being alone with Spike was a dream he’d had for a long time, even if it had turned out more nightmare than dream?

Stopping at the window, Spike moved the shades and saw the sun dipping down into the horizon. Any minute now, they could leave. If Xander didn’t bloody well fuck things up again.

He walked to his duffle bag and knocked Xander’s legs off it. “Did you pack my cigarettes?”

“Huh? Xander bent to help the vampire find them, and then everything went dark.

With a satisfied sigh, Spike threw the boy over his shoulder, picked up the bags and headed for the car. This was one way to make sure they got home.

*

Hours later, Spike pulled into the lot of another motel. He’d made great progress. Right, so he’d also had to knock Xander out a few more times, but at least they were getting somewhere now. If it weren’t for his fear of getting stranded in sunlight with no motels in sight, he wouldn’t be calling it a night just yet.

Spike had food and drink ready long before Xander made indecipherable “mmmm mmm” noises and started stretching on the bed. Any minute now, the boy would wake.

“Thirsty,” Xander muttered, as he sat up. His eyes widened when Spike put a glass of water in his hand. “Th...thanks. Am I smelling food....” And now he had a plate on his lap. Burger and french fries. Big dollop of ketchup on the side. “Am I dreaming again... no wait, am I making you serve me?”

“Don’t be a git. Just eat, then sleep.”

Chewing on a big bite of burger, Xander looked at Spike again. Was the guy nuts? As soon as he swallowed, he protested. “Just woke up, can’t go to sleep again. Anyway, shouldn’t we be leaving.... wait! Red velvet walls...”

“Yeah?”

“White table...”

Spike raised an eyebrow and stared him down.

“Red velvet bed covers...”

“Alright Harris, you’ve proven you know your primary colors.”

“We had blue walls. Not red... not velvet....”

Spike gave a one shouldered shrug and didn’t avoid the boy’s gaze. It wasn’t as if he could hide what had happened.

“Wait! You hit me... you bastard!” Xander plonked the plate onto the night stand and got up. “We’ve been driving all night, haven’t we... I have a headache and it’s your fault!”

“Nothing to get so excited about. I did what was best for you–“

“Best for me?” Xander pointed at his own chest, then at the vampire’s. “What you mean is for you!”

“Us. Best for us,” Spike held his hands up.

“Us, there is no us... you don’t want an us.” The fact that the vampire didn’t answer, and merely wore a satisfied look incensed him worse. “You don’t know what you’re dealing with here.”

“That a threat? Xander, sit down, eat your bloody burger. I’m tired, you’re tired...”

“How can I be tired, I’ve been knocked out for hours!” his voice rose with anger.

The ground shook under their feet. The plate started to slide across the night stand, but Spike caught it before it tilted over its edge. “Come on... calm down.”

The chair under his ass splintered into a thousand pieces.

“Bloody hell, owww! You trying to stake me with this?” he growled. “Alright, I’m sorry. I won’t be doing that again.” Like hell he wouldn’t. Only next time he’d make sure Xander stayed under.

“You are.... you’re really sorry?” Slightly mollified, Xander sat down and enjoyed his burger. The shaking slowed and stopped. Both men let out sighs of relief.

“Here.” Spike put his hand out and opened his palm.

“Aspirin? Whoa... that’s really thoughtful, even if the headache is your fault.” Xander took the pills and gulped them down. “Why do you have to be mean right before you go all nice?”

“I’m not mean.”

“Yeah you are, and then you get guilty... and go all Buffy-bot nice... anything you want Xander, on me.”

Spike made a sound of derision and started to walk away.

Buffy-bot. That thought sent tension shooting through Xander. He didn’t like to think of Spike with Buffy. Even with robot Buffy. Doing everything he wanted. Probably just like he was acting now, bringing food, aspirin, water. Sex. Xander’s gaze lingered on Spike’s jean clad ass. Sex. If he had a Spike-bot, it would match the Spike of his dreams. It would...

Whipping around on the turn of a dime, Spike stalked toward the bed, crossing one leg in front of the other, and swaying his hips. Xander’s gaze was glued to Spike’s hand.. The hand slowly undoing his shirt, showing an ever growing wedge of perfectly smooth alabaster skin. Swallowing hard, he finally spoke up. “Wha.... what are you doing, Spike?”

“Whatever you want pet.”

“Huh?” Xander’s gaze traveled down the expanse of Spike’s chest, lingering right above his belt. His heart thumped against his ribs.

“I love you. I’m doing whatever you want. What do you want luv?”

“You’re... calling me luv?”

“Would you prefer piston in the sheets?”

“No,” Xander gulped as the vampire continued advancing and put his knee on the bed.

“Captain animal? Love machine? That’s it... you’re my love machine. I want you to love me all night long. Oh, oh, ooooh, please love me all night long.” Spike cocked his head and repeated the phrase.

Xander blanched as Spike bot crawled up the bed toward him. “No no no...that’s not what I want, I...” And then Spike was covering him, laying over him with only the sheet separating them. “My burger...”

The plate was tossed aside. “Come on luv. Fuck me all night long. No one does it better than you. Harder than you. More masterfully than you.” Iron strong hands gripped Xander’s shoulders and rolled them both over. Now spike was under Xander, still separated by a sheet. “Do it to me, just the way you like it. Oh yes, yes... just do it, luv, just do it.”

This was a nightmare, not a dream. This was nothing like Xander’s dreams. In his dreams, Spike wanted him. Spike would push him up against a wall, or bend him over a table, or shove him down on the bed. Spike would make demands, his voice rough and needy, his hands groping, his body hard and waiting for Xander to catch up.

Xander wanted to scream... if his imagination was going to play tricks on him, why not at least give him the Spike he wanted? Not that he wanted that either, but if it had to happen....

“Oh...oh...” Spike jerked his hips up, sliding his hand down Xander’s back and gripping his ass. “Please... please, take me.” The needy words spilled out of his mouth, but he was seething inside. There was no way to stop the writhing of his body and the begging sounds that would make even a grade C porn star cringe. If this was what Xander wanted from him...

“I’m sorry Spike...” Xander couldn’t help sounding breathless. Even if this wasn’t exactly what he wanted, it was Spike under him, it was Spike moving against him, and it was Spike’s hands on his ass. He closed his eyes.

“Don’t be sorry luv. Just flip me over like a pancake and have your way with me.” Rebellion boiled inside Spike, even as he rubbed himself against Xander’s hips, even as he felt his blasted body come alive. “I want all the syrup you can give me, bay-bee... yes,oh oh, yes...”

“No..”

“Yes, oh yes, Pet, flip me, drill me, sand me down and polish me...”

Almost involuntarily, Xander found himself pressing down, thrusting back against Spike. But the stuff he was saying was enough to make him go limp. “Stop talking...” he panted, okay.... if he came, it wasn’t his fault... not technically...

“Let me oil your wood, you’re my favorite carpenter in Sunnydale, no... in the world.... please... oh oh...please spackle me...”

“Sp... spackle...” Xander stopped moving. It was all over for him.

“Yes luv, show me your two by four. You know you can caulk my rubber any day... I...”

It went on for what seemed like hours. Xander ignored Spike’s strange pleas, raised the volume and watched t.v. There was no getting away from Spike, but he was no longer turned on, so there was no danger of taking advantage of the moment. The shaking and moving around of the body under him was irritating at first, but he tired to convince himself it was like being on a swing. Soon... he forgot all about Spike.

A commercial for strawberries came on. That made Xander’s stomach growl. He wanted to reach out and grab the wet strawberry, put in his mouth and....

Before he completed the thought, he found himself sailing through the air and slamming into the wall. The paper thin wall shook so hard, a picture fell off it, right next to xander. “Fuck...” He looked up at the bed with wounded eyes. “It wasn’t my fault.... I mean... I...”

Spike tossed the bedding... all of it onto the ground. “Don’t... don’t say a bloody word to me. Not now,” he ground out. “And don’t give me that look. If you want a puppet, go to a toy store, I’m not one.”

Mortified, Xander drew his knees to his chest and hid his face. Never mind that his back hurt, he deserved it. “It wasn’t what I wanted.”

“The hell it wasn’t. Me at your beck and call, begging.... As if you didn’t just make your dream come true.”


“No. That’s not how I dream it. Not at all. You come after me. I beg,” he whispered too low for anyone to hear. Anyone but a vampire.

The only answer Xander got was that of the door slamming. It was only a few hours before dawn. He hoped Spike wouldn’t lose track of time in his current state and get stuck somewhere. On the other hand... seeing him again too soon wasn’t something he was looking forward to.


(A/N - glad this is hitting your funny bone(s) - and thanks a bunch for giving me your thoughts. Personally, I think there is nothing harder to write than comedy. Everyone can agree that a story or scene is sad or scary, but what is funny for one person may be silly or not at all funny for the next person. I was very hesitent to write this, especially in multi-parts, because it is waaay difficult to keep thinking of funny scenarios that work and all that. Everytime I'm set to write the next chapter, it's a pretty stressful moment. Weirdly, I never feel that way writing drama/angst etc... Hope you enjoyt it!)