Protective Custody (1/20)COMPLETE

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Spike stretched out in the bed. The light was streaming into the room and everything was nice and bright this morning, for a change. Even if he hated the fragility of his now human body, the pain of bodily functions... both literally and in the sense that they were a damned nuisance and usually occurred at the wrong time, despite Xander's assurances that things would get regular soon... this one was thing he did like. The ability to enjoy the sun.

He swung his legs over the side of the bed, and put his hand out. Sunlight bathed his arm, but there was no smoke, no pain... no reason to panic and look for shade. Raising his leg up, he decided he was feeling a lot better today. A good deal stronger.

It had been two days since he'd had that accident in the loo. "Good old Spike and his plans, yeah?" he muttered under his breath. One minute he'd been threatening to fall as a means of getting Xander to move his sorry little ass and get on with helping him into a chair, and the next moment his legs had gone out from under him. Wasn't it clever of him to hit his head and lose consciousness, just to avoid the pain?

Things had been a bit different after then. Both of them tried to be a bit more civil to each other. Spike had to admit that Xander was the more successful one, but being cooped up in a small apartment and as helpless as a child wasn't good for his moods. He couldn't always control them, and lashing out at the only other person there was his only outlet. No matter how much he regretted it later.

One thing that had taken getting used to was going to bed alone and then bloody well waking to Xander sprawled all over him. He wasn't sure which of them had a death grip on the other, or why... it was baffling. Xander's embarrassed exits were quite charming, and even though he'd taken to wearing pyjama bottoms... somehow they seemed to always either be pulled down to his knees, or useless when it came to stopping Spike's hands from finding their way underneath them.

Bloody hell, he needed a smoke. Especially this morning. He might have made Xander the butt of his morning flagpole jokes, but today he'd woken up with quite a stiffy himself. It had to be because his body was on the mend. That, and he'd been thinking about Buffy. Yeah... that was it. And he couldn't figure out why Xander kept stopping him from ringing her.

That's it! Xander would have to be taught not to take the words 'in your custody' that literally. He wasn't a bloody prisoner after all. He pushed off the bed and stood up. Alone. He'd done it alone!

His frustration and demands forgotten all of a sudden, he walked carefully across the room, wanting to show Xander there would be no more carrying him. When he reached the loo, he heard the water running. That boy took so many showers, his skin had to be clean enough to eat off. Spike's shorts disturbingly tightened at that thought. He looked down, waved his hand in the air as if to dismiss the event in its entirety. Denial was a good thing. He knocked, "Xander..."

Xander was in the middle of his millionth shower in two days. He was
cleaner now than he had ever been in his whole entire life but it
really wasn't his fault. He completely blamed his traitorous body for
jumping up and paying attention whenever Spike was around. He would be
lounging on the couch, minding his own business and Spike would lean
over to reach something, Xander would catch a glimpse of muscles stretching and bang, instant hard-on.

Waking up on top of Spike every. Single. Morning. wasn't helping either.
They would go to sleep, him on the couch and Spike in the bed and
before he knew it Spike would be thrashing about and Xander would have
to climb all over him just to get him to lay still. If he hadn't been
so embarrassed at the result he'd have proposed they share the bed.

At the thought of sharing a bed with Spike his cock immediately jumped
to attention.

"Traitor." Xander muttered, glaring at it. He was still having panic
crises thinking about being attracted to a man but that thought was
less scary than the thought that he was attracted to Spike.
Spike who was newly human and kept badgering him to call Buffy. Who
had kissed him last night.


He touched his mouth as the image re-played in his mind. He'd just managed to calm Spike down, whispering to him that everything was alright and letting the blond hold him tight around the waist, the way he had every night. It wasn't the most comfortable position and he couldn't stop himself from squirming. Though now he wasn't sure if he was trying to get away or closer to the warm body underneath him. It seemed to help Spike to have something to hold on to though. And then it happened.

Spike's hand shot up behind his head and, simultaneously, he rolled both of them to their sides, bringing his mouth down hard over Xander's. Too shocked to react, Xander hadn't fought the kiss. With nothing to stop him, Spike thrust his tongue into his mouth.

Xander moaned softly, remembering how Spike's mouth and tongue felt. At first, the kiss had been brutal, almost desperate, much like Spike's thrashing about during the nightmares. But just as suddenly, it turned into a long lingering kiss. With each stroke of his tongue, Spike explored every part of Xander's mouth, marking it, claiming it, and finally setting a rhythm that made Xander burn for hours after it ended.
Even asleep, Spike was a damn good kisser.

Just remembering the kiss made him groan and his hand immediately gripped his erection and started pulling hard. He couldn't help but whisper Spike's name, mind filled with images of the blond.

Just before he could find release, he heard someone else gasp. He opened his eye, seeing shocked blue eyes staring at him.

For a moment he was torn between embarrassment and anger. Spike smirked, and as shock turned into amusement Xander snapped.


"I've had it." He growled. "I have had it. You! It's bad enough that I seem to have developed an unholly attraction to you, it's bad enough that you kissed me for a good five minutes and then promptly forgot about it in the morning, it's bad enough that I'm spending more time with my dick in my own hand than I have ever spent in my entire life, you have to go and interrupt the one thing that brings me any form of release."

As he spoke, Xander stepped out of the shower and advanced on Spike until the blond was pressed against the counter. When he was done ranting, he put one hand on either side of Spike's head, pulling him forwards until their lips met.

Not too many things shocked Spike. He'd seen too much. Done too much. But the word shock didn't quite do justice to how he felt at the moment. It was as if he'd been struck by lighting. Not once, but three times. Finding the boy whacking off under the shower... now why hadn't it occurred to him to try that? Hearing him groan out his name... his , and in a dreamy, husky voice full of longing. And now this… Xander's lips pressed against his in an insistent and hungry kiss.

Did his heart pound? Oh yes, it was tapping out a rhythm even human
ears would pick up. Did his mouth burn? Did he kiss the boy back? Yes,
but only because he had no choice, there was nowhere to go as he was
trapped against the sink. Was he insane? He had to be, because even
though he wasn't touching Xander, he wanted to be. He wanted to hold
him tight, force him closer, to press him against the wall and kiss
him like he'd never been kissed. The burn spread over his body,
turning into an ache the instant he felt Xander rub his erection
against him. Aroused, he started to press back, but broke the kiss
suddenly, and pushed Xander away.

"Is that how I kissed you?" he demanded, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, furious that the boy had managed to draw such a strong response. It might have been different if he'd been in control of the situation, but he didn't like this... being surprised...bloody ambushed... and bloody well liking it!
He was fully aware that Xander was naked, and that it wasn't helping his own
situation.“Towel," he snapped, throwing one over to the boy and struggling to get his breathing under control.

Xander was completely mortified. He couldn't believe he'd done that. He couldn't...Oh God, he'd kissed Spike and now everything was just....bad. The badness of the situation could not be overstated. He grabbed the towel Spike threw at him and ran.

This just went to prove how much of an idiot he really was. What the hell had he been thinking? As he passed through the bedroom, Xander grabbed his dressing gown and just kept going. No time to find clothes, no time to do anything but go. Because Spike was in the bathroom and he was about to come running. Then the mocking would begin and Xander really couldn't take that right now. He'd kissed a man. He'd kissed Spike and that was enough to freak him out without the added mocking.

He threw the front door open and stormed out. Or at least he tried to storm out but for some reason he bounced back. He tried again but nothing changed. For some reason he couldn't step out of his own apartment. The heat in his cheeks intensified as he realised that there was no getting away from Spike.

"Stupid Wankers that Be. They hate me." He muttered, leaning against the invisible wall.

Spike appeared in the living room in time to see Xander's unsuccessful attempts to leave. "Bugger that!" Spike's hand sliced through the air in a gesture of pure disgust. "They didn't ... they fucking did!"

He paced away, the slowness of his strides irritating him now that he'd forgotten that just yesterday, he couldn't walk on his own. "Bloody-fucking-hell." He came to a stop and turned his steely gaze to Xander. "This is all your fault, you know. If you'd called Buffy when I asked... this wouldn't have happened." Yeah, then he wouldn't have been so desperate for human contact that he'd settle for one Xander Harris.


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