The Senator's Downfall (and its sequel Warrior)

(A/N: This is the sequel)
(The characters are Joss', not mine)

The cobbled ground of the large civic courtyard gleamed like onyx in the sunshine. Spike had just returned from the frontlines and stood against the wall while the healer sewed neat little stitches to close the wound on his chest. He didn’t make a sound, nor give any indication of pain, instead he looked at the hundred-story transport tower.

Only off-worlders rode the contraption since the Kerali would ordinarily simply leap out of the air ships and fly down to the ground. As the healer slapped a bandage drenched with the special medicinal herbs that would make the wound disappear in a matter of days, Spike saw a familiar figure emerge from the tower. Numb, he brushed the healer’s hands away with a muttered ‘thank you,’ unfurled his large black wings and crossed the courtyard, away from the tower.

Finding himself on a new world, surrounded by beautiful winged men and women, Xander wanted to take a few minutes to stare and take it all in. He would have too, if he hadn’t seen a flash of silver blond hair, and recognized that confident stride. Stuffing his informational package into his bag, he rushed to follow the warrior.

His heart knocked against his chest... excitement... fear... the rush he felt at the sight of alabaster skin set off by those inky black wings, and skin tight black pants. He knew if the warrior turned, he’d see those silver buckles on his pants... they’d been the bane of his existence on Salustria.

He called to him, lengthening his strides when the warrior didn’t stop. Spike had to have heard him, he had the sharp hearing of the Kerali. Obviously he was angry. “Spike, wait... please.” This time he dropped his bags and ran, catching up to the warrior in one of the many narrow walled streets that surrounded the civic courtyard like spokes on a wheel.

He literally had to grab the warrior’s arm before Spike turned his piercing blue gaze to him. Xander’s breath caught in his throat. Fuck... he looked even better than he remembered. What was it about those angular features that got to him?

His gaze dropped to Spike’s bare chest. His gut absolutely clenched. “You’re angry. I...”

“A warrior does not feel anger.”

Cool response from someone whose eyes burned so hot. Xander took a breath. “I couldn’t help it. I had to finish my term as Senator. I’m here now.”

“What business is it of mine?”

“We have unfinished business.” He’d given everything up... everything because of this man, feckitall, and there was no way he was going to let him pretend it hadn’t happened. Xander stepped forward and put his arms around Spike. He felt the warrior start to push him away, but when he bent his head and their mouths touched... everything changed.

Fire ignited between them, burning hotter than ever. They pushed and shoved, clawed at each other, trying to get closer. Xander stumbled and was backed into a wall as the warrior’s unforgiving body pressed up against him. When those sword calloused palms skimmed over the sensitive skin of his throat, he thought he would go mad with desire. His tongue battled with Spike’s, each taking what he needed, giving what the other craved.

Spike broke the kiss before Xander was ready.

He gripped the warrior’s narrow waist and ran his hands up and down his sides, biting his lip as he felt the guy’s muscles ripple under his touch. “I want to fuck you,” he rasped. “Can we go somewhere?”

Spike caught his breath. “Are you here for... training?”

“Yeah...” he didn’t want to think about that now. “I know, I was supposed to come immediately, but I couldn’t. Had to finish my term. Can we talk later?” He bucked up against the warrior, bringing his heavy arousal in contact with Spike’s.

Groaning, Spike started to talk quickly. “I drag your clothes off, and now that you’re naked, you stare at me.”

“I need you so bad it hurts, I reach for that buckle... hey!” Blinking, Xander moved away. “I meant for real, why do you always start this verbal thing.”

“But you’re in training...” Spike rubbed his knuckles across Xander’s mouth, then followed the path with his own lips.

Suddenly, Xander found himself on the other side of a tongue fucking that was so intense, he was soon panting and coming in his pants. A part of him protested, he wanted a room, he wanted to revisit the three days they’d spent together, but between the things Spike was doing with his tongue, and the way he moved his thigh against Xander’s arousal, anything but complete surrender was impossible.

“There. Now... go to training. That way.”

“What... huh? Feckitall... Spike.”

“I hear the head trainer. You should get going.”

“Will I see you?”

“In the courtyard, yeah.” Spike nodded, patted him on the ass and walked away.

Xander didn’t know whether to be angry, astounded or satisfied... cause they might not have gone all the way, but fuck... he felt good. Finally hearing the footsteps that Spike alluded to, he rushed to his designated barracks.

* * *

Aside from himself, there were five Salustrali, among the 34 Kerali trainees in his group. It was only normal that he banded with his own people, even if they treated him as the odd man out because of his former station in government. His mind wasn’t on the training anyway, it was on the things that would happen later in the night.

The winged warrior strode back and forth across the training room as he announced the rules and the punishments for infractions.

Xander’s eyebrows furrowed. Too damned many of the infractions lead to solitary confinement.

“And finally... for the benefit of our Salustrali trainees who are unlikely to know this,” the trainer looked straight at Xander. “There will be no sexual fraternization with anyone for the next three weeks.”

No sex! Xander’s stomach hollowed out. Not again...

“However, for those of you in relationships, feel free to take care of your significant others in the traditional Kerali manner. We don’t need any discontent on the home front. Dismissed for the night.”

“What method? What...” Getting out of his seat, he tapped a Kerali on the shoulder and demanded an explanation.

“You use your eyes, and your voice, words, and imagination... to bring your partner off.”

“You use...”

“Old Kerali trick, it’s in the blood...” the winged man grinned. “It works on the enemy too, in a tight situation... to distract or trick...”

Stunned, Xander walked away.

* * *

At night, the courtyard looked different. Tables were set up in the open air, torches added atmosphere, and the two yellow moons gave a silvery look to the black cobbled ground. There was music and dancing, and drinking.

Xander’s gaze took it all in. Most of the men were in warrior garb, though gleaming gems and ornamentation were now clasped onto their wings. About half of the women appeared to be warriors and were also clad in the body tight dark gear of their kind, while those who weren’t warriors dressed in light colored garb reaching their ankles.

The moment he found the warrior, his gaze clung to him. He ached to touch him, to taste him again. To pull him close and...

Spike strode up to Xander, smiling smugly at the hunger in the guy’s eyes. “Good evening, beer... or would you like a pounding ,” the grin widened.

Xander swallowed, “thought I was the one who’d give it to you. What’s with all the... I don’t fecking get you people with all the 'no sex' rules.”

“It helps you learn control.” Spike’s gaze traveled down the length of Xander’s body. The trainee was now clad in black too. It suited him, showed off the breadth of his chest and the tight muscles underneath. “You’ll be taught to channel your sexual energy and put it into your fighting. It’s only three weeks...”

“That’s a long...”

“Then you have three weeks off, and on...”

“What!?!” Xander’s eyes widened. “I thought that would be the end of that nightmare.”

Spike chuckled. “Don’t worry, you can still take me to the places I took you before.”

Xander dragged in a deep breath of air. “Okay. And you can do that for me.” Frowning at Spike who was shaking his head, he demanded, “No... what do you mean no?”

“Warrior,” Spike tapped Xander on the chest, “you will reserve your sexual energy.”

“But... but when I got here... you... you got me off... and...”

“You weren’t in training yet, so you were allowed.”

“Then why didn’t you just let me fuck you... just get a fuck in before...”

“Senator,” Spike shook his head as if he was shocked by the ex-senator’s talk. “I had just gotten back from duty and I was under my own sexual ban until sunset... so I gave you what any Kerali would give a significant other. Mostly, the exception is meant to keep the peace with the warriors’ mates,” he grinned and poured two goblets of wine.

He was having trouble comprehending this... comprehending how he was supposed to keep his hands off Spike, how it was that holding him, kissing him, rubbing him in that special place between his wings as he fucked him would be denied to him. He’d dreamt of long sweaty nights together, and now... this. And how could he be laughing so about it.

“Three weeks will pass quickly,” Spike promised, raising the wine to his lips.