Quantum Xander II: In Wake of the Curse

Part 35

It was almost sunrise by the time Xander made it home. He hadn’t found Spike, and he had run out of places to look. He figured the blond was probably home by now, that or at Buffy’s. He’d check his place first; if Spike wasn’t there then he’d call over and see if he had gone to slayer central instead.

The apartment was still dark and quiet. Xander felt his disappointment like a lead weight. He really wanted to see Spike, to tell him that he knew what Buffy had said, and that she was wrong. That Xander didn’t think he was useless, that Xander loved him just as he was - soul and all.

Xander sighed and picked up the phone. He dialed Buffy’s house and rolled his eyes when Andrew answered. That was another thing he was curious about - why he wasn’t affected by Halfrek’s magicks.

“Andrew, it’s Xander. Is Spike there, by any chance?”

“No. He hasn’t been back since Buffy yelled at him. Yelled at all of us, actually. I don’t blame him; she was harsh.”

“Thanks.”

Xander hung up on Andrew, feeling a small pang of guilt over it, but too worried about his vampire to give it much thought. He headed for his room, stripped off his clothes and padded naked across the hall to the bathroom.

The shower was a blessed relief. He felt like he hadn’t been clean in forever. He smiled as he remembered the look on Angel’s face when he smelled him. Xander shook his head and grinned; Spike knew that Angel would smell Spike on him and had sent him off like that anyway. Possessive, thy name is Spike.

Xander stepped out of the shower and dried himself off. He was still scrubbing his hair dry when the bathroom door opened and Spike stepped inside.

“Have a nice trip then?”

“Ahhh! Damn it, Spike, when did you get home?”

“Been here for a couple hours, was sleeping ’til some git turned on the water and woke me.”

“Oh. Sorry.”

Xander just then remembered he was naked and quickly covered himself with the towel. Spike snorted and rolled his eyes.

“I’ve already seen it, Xander. No need to play shy with me.”

“Oh. Right.”

There was something off about Spike. Xander couldn’t pinpoint what, but he knew it was there all the same. Spike felt… aloof, indifferent, closed off.

“You were in your room?”

“Where else would I be? It’s where I sleep, isn’t it? Or do you want me to leave?”

“Er, no. I just thought… I mean, you were sleeping in my… never mind.”

“Oh, I see. You thought I’d be waiting for you, didn’t you? What did you think, Xander? That you’d come home and I’d be lying in your bed just waiting for you to climb in and roll me over?”

“NO! Damn it Spike. I didn’t think that. I thought we were friends.”

“Demons don’t have friends. I don’t need a friend, Xander; I’m not human.”

Xander wanted to slap Buffy. This was her fault. Spike was fine when he left that morning. In the span of less than twenty-four hours, everything had gone to hell. All the progress he had made with the vampire had been undone. Well, at least he wasn’t crazy-in-the-basement-guy.

“Do you still have your soul, Spike?”

“Does it matter? You love him, and he doesn’t have a soul. Buffy wants the demon, you want the demon, why not be the demon?”

“Because you don’t have to be? If that’s what you want, Spike, I’m okay with that. But you don’t have to be anything for me. I love you just the way you are.”

Spike cocked his head to the side and studied Xander closely. In a move so fast that Xander didn’t even see it, Spike was in front of him - demon face to the fore. He tilted Xander’s head to the side and brushed his fangs over his neck.

“Mine.”

“Yours.”

Spike sank his fangs deeply into his mark and pulled Xander into a crushing embrace. He brought his hand to his own throat and made a cut with his fingernail. He cupped the back of Xander’s head and pulled him to the wound. As soon as he felt Xander’s lips close over the cut and begin drawing on his blood he removed the towel from Xander’s waist.

Xander felt himself harden as Spike’s cool fingers closed around him. He moaned into his neck as he continued to suckle at the slow trickle of blood. He fumbled with the drawstring on the vampire’s pants and finally got them untied. He pushed them down over slim hips and felt them pool at their feet.

Spike’s hand moved with a purpose, expertly bringing Xander closer and closer to orgasm. It didn’t take long, and Xander would have been embarrassed if this had happened with a woman, but Spike being a guy, knew exactly how to touch him; how to bring him off quickly. He had barely registered Spike’s fangs receding before he found himself on his knees; Spike’s cock in his face.

“Suck me, pet.”

“Yeeesss.”

Xander didn’t waste any time. He licked across the head of the pale cock and moaned at the taste of the fluids there. He had missed this taste; it had been too long since he had done this. He swiftly took as much of Spike into his mouth as he could. He brought his hands up to caress Spike’s balls and pump his shaft as he continued to suck. He could hear Spike’s moans of encouragement and sank down further until he could feel the head of his mate’s cock against the back of his throat. He swallowed.

“Fuck! Xander, do that again!”

Xander did. He swallowed again and then pulled back until only the tip of Spike’s cock was in his mouth. He played over the slit with his tongue and then slid one finger into his mouth to lubricate it. He sank down on the vampire’s cock again and swallowed continuously as he worked the now wet finger between Spike’s cheeks and pressed it into his ass. Spike screamed and came. Xander swallowed and then licked him clean before getting to his feet.

Spike blinked at Xander and then shook his head. He pulled his sweats back up and walked away. Xander grabbed his towel and followed after him with a frown. He found Spike in the kitchen heating blood.

“Spike?”

“Yeah, pet?”

“You alright?”

“Fine. Why d’you ask?”

“No reason.”

Spike looked at Xander and then shrugged before drinking his blood and rinsing the cup in the sink. He walked past Xander and headed down the hall.

“I’m going back to bed. If you’re staying up, try to keep the noise down, eh? Need my beauty sleep and all.”

Xander just stood there in shock as Spike went into his bedroom and closed the door.