Healing

Part 7

Eventually Spike cried himself to sleep. Xander carefully picked him up and carried him to the bedroom. He put spike into bed fully clothed, except for his boots. He didn't want to give Spike any reason to mistrust him, and undressing him would definitely do that. Xander decided to be cautious and remain fully clothed as well. He climbed into bed and gathered the sleeping vampire in his arms before closing his eyes to sleep.

Spike woke up feeling unusually hot, and uncomfortable. He slid out from under Xander's arm and got out of the bed. He felt like a damn fool. He had cried himself to sleep in Xander's arms. He was acting like a bloody girl! Spike growled softly to himself as he wandered out to the living room.

He saw the bottle of whiskey still sitting on the table and picked it up. After taking a hefty swallow he reviewed what had happened that evening. He was chosen - apparently - to be a mate for the Zhurk'thang. A male Zhurk'thang. He'd panicked, screamed bloody murder, Xander had saved him - sensing a pattern there - killed the demon, held him and then brought him home. Oh yeah, and Rupert had seen the whole thing!

"Soddin' hell! Bloody watcher probly told the rest of 'em he saw me cry like a bleedin' poof! Way to keep up yer image Spike!"

A few more mouthfuls of the whiskey and a cigarette calmed the vampire down and he decided to crawl back into bed with Xander. He found the shorts he had slept in the night before and changed before getting into bed. Xander automatically rolled toward him and wrapped him in his arms.

"You okay Spike?"

"M'fine luv, go back to sleep."

"Okay, can I take my pants off? They're driving me nuts."

"Yeah pet. Get comfy."

Xander kicked and squirmed out of his pants and fell back asleep. Spike lay awake for a while trying to figure out why exactly he felt safe with Xander. And why was Xander being so kind to him, other than shared pain and humiliation. He had to want something from him. No one did nice things for Spike without something in return. The slayer and her watcher kept him fed but they expected him to help kill the bad guys and give up any information he had on the demon of the week. Not that that was so bad, it gave him something to do, something to kill. But what Xander had done for him, was still doing for him, was way bigger than simply keeping him fed. He was taking care of him. Completely. He was buying his blood, had bought whiskey and cigarettes for him, cooked him dinner, brought him into his home and asked him to stay. He had bathed him, held him, soothed his fears, killed for him, protected him and even shared his own story. Briefly at least. He told him that he didn't want him that way, but that under different circumstances he might. Which meant that at least subconsciously he wanted him. Spike wasn't sure how he felt about that. He knew Xander wouldn't make a move on him. He said so. But he also said that if he wanted... He wouldn't turn him away.

Spike thought about the kiss from last night, the pictures from earlier that day and the conversation that they had had about sex, and how it could be good, amazing. He felt Xander shift in his sleep and he rubbed his hand down the humans warm arm. He had nice skin, soft and smooth. And warm, very warm. Did he want Xander? He wasn't sure. He'd never thought about another man before. He'd always had Dru, and the only man he'd ever wanted was Angelus. And that was expected, he was created to please that man. Spike fell asleep wondering what it would be like to enjoy a mans touch, to enjoy Xander touching him.

Spike was dreaming, he was naked and in bed with a naked Xander. He was kissing Xander and touching him. Xander was touching back, soft, fleeting caresses that left him burning for more contact. He felt warm hands encircle his hard shaft, stroking lightly, not enough to make him cum but just enough to feel good. He felt Xander guide him to his opening and he pushed himself inside. Warmth, he was surrounded by warm living flesh, he didn't remember ever feeling anything this good. He heard his lover moaning his name, begging for more. Spike thrust gently into the welcoming heat of Xander’s body. He supported himself on one arm and reached between their bodies to grasp Xander’s cock. He stroked it in time to his thrusts. He could feel his orgasm building, he sped up his pace, increasing his rhythm on Xander’s cock as well. He came with a furious shout as he felt the hot seed of his lover spill across his hand.

Spike woke up suddenly. He opened his eyes to find it was still dark and he was holding Xander to him tightly. Xander was asleep, thankfully. He must have pulled him into his arms while he was dreaming. He was hard as rock and horny as hell. Where the hell had that dream come from? He'd never had a dream about a man before. Was it just because of what had happened that day? Because he found out Xander was bi? If that was all it was, why did it feel so bloody good to shag him? Did this mean that he was interested in Xander that way? Whatever it was it was definitely better than what he'd been dreaming about lately. After loosening his grip on his bed-mate Spike groaned and tried to go back to sleep. It wasn't easy but eventually he did.

Spike was in a much better mood for the next few days. The nightmares had stopped and Rupert hadn't said a word about what had happened that night to anyone. He hadn't even brought it up to Spike, or Xander as far as he knew. Spike continued to dream about Xander however, and it was starting to become somewhat disturbing. He found himself thinking about Xander during the day, reliving the dream images while he wanked in the shower. It wasn't intentional. He would start off thinking about Dru, or some hot bint he'd seen on the telly, even the Slayer a time or two. In the end though, Xander always snuck back into his thoughts, it was always his name that escaped his lips as he painted the shower wall white.

Xander had been having a strange past couple of days. Spike had been acting weird, watching him when he thought he wasn't looking, and he seemed to be lost in his own thoughts a lot. Giles had demanded an explanation for the night of the Zhurk'thang demon, Xander simply told him that it was personal, that it was between him and Spike and if Spike wanted him to know he would tell him. This was followed by a pointed look that clearly said 'don't ask, you won't like the answer'. Giles had dropped it, at least so far. Xander hadn't been woken by Spike's nightmares in the past couple of days and he hoped it was because Spike was sleeping better. He had been woken last night however because he was being held in an impossibly tight grip by Spike. And Spike was rubbing himself against Xander’s ass and moaning in his sleep.

Xander remembered when he was fourteen and had fallen asleep on the couch with Willow while watching movies. Her parents were away and him and Jesse had come over to keep her company. He woke up after having an incredibly erotic dream to find himself plastered against his best friend and with a damp patch on his jeans. Willow was nice enough to never mention it, and Jesse had been asleep on the floor in front of the TV. Xander knew how embarrassing that was, so he didn't mention it to Spike. He did wonder if he had turned Willow on as much as Spike had turned him on by doing that. They were old enough now that he could probably ask her, but he wouldn't. Xander decided he would just ride this out and see what Spike did next.

That night after Xander had showered and they had both eaten Spike and Xander went out on patrol.

Things had been pretty quiet in Sunnydale the last few nights, so Buffy had felt okay about turning patrol over to Xander and Spike so she could spend some time with Dawn. Xander and Spike did a sweep through the numerous cemeteries in town, skirted the perimeter of the park, checked out the Bronze and then decided to call it a night. Xander didn't even see the massive greyish coloured demon until he felt himself thrown to the ground and heard Spike howl in pain.

Spike heard the demon approach just as it lunged toward Xander, he threw his friend out of the way just in time. Unfortunately, he couldn't get himself out of harms way. The demon impaled him with a four foot long spike that shot out of its forearm. Spike howled in pain and then dropped to the ground as the spike retracted back into the demons arm.

Xander was on his feet in seconds, he reached into the bag for a weapon and came up with an axe. He charged the demon, swinging the axe like a wild man. The demon hurried off, obviously not used to its intended victims fighting back. Xander crouched down beside Spike and examined the wound that went straight through the vampires chest and back.

"Shit. Spike, you okay?"

"Xan..der, poisoned...spike. Wound...needs...cleaned."

"Spike? Spike!"

Spike had passed out, Xander quickly shouldered the weapons bag and then lifted Spike into his arms. All the heavy lifting he did at work was coming in handy. He carried Spike back to his apartment and set him down on the couch. He pulled Spikes' duster and shirt off him and went for the first aid kit. Spike looked bad. He had a strange pinkish glow that seemed to be spreading out from the puncture wounds.

Xander quickly but thoroughly cleaned out the wounds as best as he could. He decided the only way to be 100% sure they were clean was to soak Spike in the bathtub. With that decision made, Xander finished undressing Spike and carried his naked, unconscious, vampire roomie into the bathroom. He put Spike in the tub, started it filling and then rummaged around under the sink for the antiseptic wash that he had been prescribed the last time he had been seriously injured.

After adding the antiseptic to the bath water, Xander turned off the tap and began sluicing the medicated water over Spike's inert form. He wished that he knew what to do for him. He hoped this was enough, but as the pinkish glow continued to slowly spread over Spikes' body, Xander expected the worst.

He let Spike soak for a good thirty minutes before draining the tub and lifting Spike out. He wrapped the vampire in a towel and then began drying him with another. He put a pair of boxers on Spike and then tucked him into bed. After cleaning up the mess in the living room and bathroom, Xander changed and got into bed as well. He pulled Spike into his arms and kissed him very gently on the mouth.

"Thank you for saving me, Spike. I hope you get better."

Spike wished he could say something to let Xander know he was okay, he couldn't though. He was for all intents and purposes paralysed. This was the least of his problems though, stage one was a paralysing effect. The next stage was what worried him. The poison was fatal to humans, if Xander had been stabbed by the demon, he would be dead by now. Vampires however were affected differently. It was like an aphrodisiac, or Viagra. Vamps would sometimes pay for it, the same way humans took speed, or snorted cocaine. It gave a vampire an euphoric feeling, but the lust was uncontrollable. He hoped that the bath, the alcohol, and the antiseptic had washed the greater part of it away, otherwise he may end up doing something he'd regret. Like hurt Xander.

Xander woke a few hours later to the feel of cold hands wandering his body, he was still quite sleepy and addle minded. That was the only reason he could think of for not realizing what was happening. He was enjoying the light caresses, the soft kisses that were being ghosted along the column of his neck, he assumed it was just another dream he was having so let it continue. The hands wandered lower on his body, gently tugging on his boxers. Xander lifted his hips to assist in his undressing and arched his back when he felt Spikes' cool hand grasp his hard cock.

"Spike."

"Xander, so sorry luv, can't help it."

Spike began to stroke Xander, his touches becoming firmer, more insistent. He began grinding his erection into Xander’s hip. He kissed him forcefully and when Xander pulled back with a questioning look on his face, Spike began to explain as best as he could.

"The poison, it... It makes vampires crazy with lust. I'm sorry luv, I can't stop myself. You have to stop me Xan, I can't."

"Does, does it hurt? Stopping?"

"Yes, just being this restrained, trying to stop... Hurts."

"Then don't stop, you can continue. You're in this because of me, you saved me. Let me help you Spike."

Spikes response was to kiss Xander possessively and grind himself harder against him. Spike continued to stroke Xander in time with his thrusts, he continued to rain kisses across Xander’s face and neck. The whole time whispering a litany of apologies and praises.

"Oh luv, so good, need this, need you. So sorry pet, never meant to do this to you. Can't stop, don't wanna stop. Gonna cum Xan, cum with me. Need you, want you, so good. So..."

Spike stopped speaking and froze in ecstasy, his head thrown back, a look of rapture on his face. Xander couldn't control himself, he let go and came all over his chest and stomach. Spike slumped down on top of him and shook with silent tears. Xander wrapped his arms around him and held him. He smoothed Spikes hair and made comforting shushing noises to him. Eventually Spike stopped crying and shaking. He pulled out of Xander’s embrace and moved to the side of the bed. He sat, back turned to Xander, head in his hands.

"Spike? You okay?"

"I'm sorry Xander. I'm so sorry."

"Hey, don't be. Not your fault. No ones fault. You didn't hurt me, why are you sorry?"

"I... I forced myself on you."

"What!?! No you didn't. Spike, I wanted you to. Remember when I told you that if you ever wanted to, I wouldn't turn you down?"

"Yeah, but still..."

"No. No 'but still' you wanted to, hell Spike you needed to. I had a good time, no harm no foul. I'm not angry, not at all. I'm just glad you're okay."

"I'm not okay Xan, that was just the beginning. I... I can feel it starting again. I'm afraid I'll hurt you."

"Oh, I understand. You... you only ever... with Angelus. You don't know how to, without it hurting?"

"Yeah. I don't want to hurt you. I should go."

"Go? Go where? Spike, if it gets bad, will you attack someone? Cause I'm thinking that would not be good. You could hurt them, or yourself. I don't want you out wandering the streets like this. Stay."

"But Xan, what if I..."

"I'll take care of you. Trust me?"

"With my unlife pet."

"Then stay. Get back into bed, and let me take care of you."

Spike nodded, not trusting himself to speak just then. Xander would take care of him, he trusted him. He lied back on his pillow, tried to calm himself, and let Xander take of him. He almost shredded the mattress when he felt the wet heat of Xander’s mouth engulf his aching cock.

"Xaaaaaaannnnnddddeeeerrrrr!"

"You okay Spike?"

"Fuck, yeah. Don't stop. Please, I... I need you."

"Okay, just lie back Spike, let me take care of you."

Spike was in heaven, he couldn't remember ever feeling anything as incredible as Xander’s mouth. The heat and suction combined to drive him out of his mind. He wanted to cum, but at the same time he never wanted this to stop. He could happily spend an eternity like this, just bordering on orgasm, Xander’s hot, wet, talented mouth working him. When Xander took him all the down and swallowed around the head of his cock, Spike arched off the bed and came with an animalistic howl.

Xander swallowed and continued to suck Spike until he was sure he was spent before withdrawing from his softened cock. His own painfully erect cock momentarily forgotten, Xander crawled back up the bed and lay beside Spike. Spike was just lying there, spread out naked on the bed, a look of contentment plastered across his face. Xander was sure he'd never seen anything more beautiful; he smiled.

"Spike, you okay?"

"God yes. Okay? Okay doesn't begin to describe it."

"It was good then? You feel better?"

"Bloody fantastic! I feel like I died and went to heaven."

Xander chuckled and pulled Spike into his arms. He kissed him very softly on his lips, running his tongue slightly along Spikes bottom lip before ending the kiss.

"I think that's the greatest compliment I've ever been given. Not that there has been many people to experience that particular talent of mine."

"Just me and that Nicky?"

"Yeah."

"I'm honoured then, thank you Xan."

"You're welcome Spike, go back to sleep."

"'Kay, not sure if this is over though, depends on how much poison I absorbed."

"So you might wake up all..."

"Randy as hell? Yeah."

"Wake me up if do, don't leave it until you can't control it okay?"

"Okay. Night Xan. And thanks again."

"Stop thanking me. It's not like this is a hardship for me. I get to have sweaty naked fun with a gorgeous guy. I ask you, where's the hardship?"

Spike chuckled and drifted into a contented sleep. Xander lay awake for a while, he was still too worked up to sleep. Seeing Spike so deliciously spread across his bed, the sounds of his passion, the feel of his skin, the taste of him still in his mouth. It was torturous. Xander almost hoped Spike did wake him up again. He was in desperate need of release.