Awaken

“Date? What do you mean you’ve got a date?”

“Date... mean’s I’m taking someone out to dinner, and a movie. Means I’m seeing someone. What part of 'date' don’t you understand.” Xander forced himself not to flinch under the intensity of Spike’s gaze.

“You’ve arranged a threesome, for us.”

“Nope. You’re not invited Spike. I’ve got a date, with a woman. A real one. Flesh and blood...” He lost track of his thoughts when he saw the vampire pull up his shirt and pinch his very real flesh. “I mean one who’s always has been real... no spells involved. Look, I’m going to figure out what I did, and I’m going to fix it. In the meantime, I’ve got to live my life, okay?”

“I’m stopping you from living your life.”

“Right.”

“By warming your otherwise cold bed at night.”

“Right... I mean...”

“And making you laugh.”

“Yes.” Okay that sounded downright inane. “Yes when I don’t want to laugh". Still with the sounding inane...

“I see.”

It was clear from his tone, that the vampire did not see.

“Who is he?”

“It’s a she, not a he. I date women.”

“Can we have a threesome then?”

“No!”

“Is that a NO?”

“No it’s a whispered ‘no’... argh, don’t do this to me!” The doorbell rang. “Okay, you shoo... I don’t want her seeing you. And... watch t.v. or something, don’t just sit there waiting. Also, I may not come home.” He would have kept talking if his creation’s face hadn’t fallen. Never, in his entire life, had he seen an attractive pout like that. “Come on Spike, we’ll figure this out, alright? But I gotta go back to my normal life.” It had been two weeks of this... of hot sex, remorse, plotting about ways to get back to normal and failing. He had to move on.

Once the dejected blond left the room, Xander opened the door and let in his very curvy date. He’d been told she was a ‘sure thing’... something he really needed right now in order to drive his creation out of his mind. “Mary, you look... great.” Right, keep the ‘less make up and shorter nails’ tip to yourself.

She smiled, “so do you. Are you going to invite me in?”

Xander looked over his shoulder, then widened the door. “Yeah, I was... come in. Want a drink before we go?” He hoped she said no.

“Sure, red wine?”

“Good, make yourself comfortable, I’ll be right back.”

Tossing her lustrous mane of black hair behind her shoulders, she sat down, then lifted up again. Xander felt his stomach hollow out as she pulled a satin red pair of boxers out from under her. Spike’s. Damn him...

“What have we here?” She held the boxers by their waistband and jiggled them around in a dance. “Sexy...”

Heat stained his cheeks as he made a grab for them. “Sorry, they’re ... uh....”

She gave a husky laugh. “I do laundry too.”

“Right, that’s it... I was folding.” In a few strides, he’d opened the bedroom door and tossed the boxers onto the bed. No, he wasn’t going to think about how Spike had looked in them... or how he’d lost them on the damned sofa. And where the hell was he?

Figuring the vampire was sulking in the studio, he tried to relax and rejoined Mary. Everything was nice and normal as they chatted about the movie they would see later. Nice and normal, no lacing every other word with innuendo, no making him want things he didn’t want to want, no getting him so flustered and needy he couldn’t think. And he was so busy proving to himself he could hold a normal conversation, he almost didn’t notice that she had gone wordless.

“Mary, you okay?”

“Oh, yeah,” she purred, licking her lips and looking a bit stunned.

“Bout the movie—“

“Uh...”

She seemed to be having difficulty breathing. Something about that was familiar. “Mary?”

“You didn’t tell me you have a roommate,” she finally said, her voice thin and breathy.

Xander turned around to find Spike had walked in and was ignoring them as he opened a beer. But there was no way on earth anyone could ignore Spike. He was shirtless and not only showing off his rippling muscles but... holy fuck, his jeans were partially undone and pushed down low on his hips. “Spike!”

Piercing blue eyes turned toward him. “Sorry, didn’t mean to interrupt. Just a bit thirsty, is all. I’ll get going.”

But he was doing the OPPOSITE of going, he was coming over, and shaking Mary’s hand, and she looked like she was about to drool. Xander frowned.

“Hello, I’m Spike.”

“Hi, I’m... you look like an Abercrombie and Fitch commercial.”

“That’s a rather long name, do you have a nick name?” he asked.

“Let her go. Let her hand go,” Xander snapped, very much aware that it was Mary who had the death grip and not his creation.

She gave an embarrassed laugh and let go of Spike’s hand. “Mary, it’s Mary. Don’t leave on my account. Um...”

Her gaze was centered on Spike’s fly when she lost her words. Spike met Xander’s angry gaze. “See... you’re normal, she’s...”

“Spike, I’m having a date. Don’t ruin it.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Spike took a pull of his beer.

“And put your clothes on!” He was having as much trouble thinking as Mary, dammit.

“Not on my account,” Mary protested, “but why are you... you know, undressed...”

“I’m his model,” Spike nodded toward Xander. “Greek Gods, cowboys... everything he carves, I’m a part of it...”

“Wow... I’d like to see more...”

Xander noticed the way her eyes shifted down Spike’s jean clad legs and he knew she meant she wanted to see more of him. His blood started to boil, and he grabbed her by the hand. “Right... I’ll show you my studio. Spike, don’t be here when we get back.”

He almost dragged Mary outside to the studio, banging the door shut behind them.

Mary’s reluctance, and her insistence at finding out which statues he’d carved using Spike as a model were annoying, and more so because he was already irritated. Her feeble attempts at critical commentary about art required a lot of thought – just so his answers wouldn’t make her sound stupid.

Then he saw a movement and turned his head to a point behind her. Fucking hell... Spike was behind a statue of Adonis, one arm stroking his stomach and the other the statue’s cock. Xander tried to close his eyes to it, but when he opened them, he felt heat surge through his body. God damn him.

“How about this one,” she asked.

Pulling his gaze away, Xander followed her and started telling her what had inspired him. Only... he kept trailing off. How could he not, when Spike was moving from one statue to another, humping, kissing... being suggestive... argh.

Just when he thought it couldn’t get wors, Spike pulled his jeans down lower and showed his ass crack as he ‘rode’ on the back of a carved jaguar. All of Xander’s blood drained straight to his cock. Straining against his jeans, all Xander could think about was riding that ass.

Mary turned, “ooh, pretty panther.”

“Jaguar,” Xander panted, then took a deep breath. He was afraid to find out where Spike had disappeared. With good cause.

He was now sitting between the legs of a Roman foot soldier. Bastard. He had one hand on each of the statue’s thighs and was moving them restlessly up and down, then rubbing his cheek up the inside of one thigh.

Fuck. Xander’s gaze locked with Spike. Okay, alright... he wanted him. Needed him. And he was going to kill him, right after he had him.

“Is this the cowboy?”

Marching to Mary’s side, he took her hand and started pulling her out of his studio. “Sorry, I’m feeling a bit... sick. Won’t be able to go out tonight... really sorry,” he didn’t listen to her words of protest until he got her inside out the main door.

“Well maybe Spike can go with...”

Slamming the door in her face, Xander stalked back inside. “Spike! Where are you, you son of a...”

Inside the studio, he couldn’t see him. “God damn it, get out here...” Fuck, he needed him.

Spike appeared inside the door frame, looking very casual. “Decided against the date, then? You know, I’m quite sure she’d have gone for a threesome.”

Xander made an enraged sound as he stormed over, and shoved Spike up against the door.

“I think a bed might be better, luv.”

“Shut up.” Angry, sexed up, and unable to control the urgency thrumming through his system, Xander wanted just one thing. His mouth descended hard over Spike’s, his tongue seeking, searching... trying to find peace... trying to get away from the flames of need licking his body. It was impossible... he just got edgier... rougher as he groped the perfect planes of Spike’s chest and thrust against him.

“Right... I’m right here,” Spike soothed, pushing Xander’s shirt up.

Xander pulled away, impatiently tore it off himself, then pulled Spike’s jeans down. “I hate you.”

“Starting that again, are we? I love when you hate...unh,” Spike found himself spun around and had to put his hands out to avoid smashing his face into the door. “In a bit of a hurry are we? Would you like a drink... some whiskey.”

“No, I don’t need whiskey, I—“

“Never did think you did,” Spike crowed, arching his back.

“Argh... hate when you do that.”

“Lube’s there,” Spike nodded toward a table.

“What... how...”

“Knew you couldn’t keep your hands off me, yeah.” He chuckled and bit his lip as Xander prepared him.

Gripping Spike’s waist, Xander pressed his pulsing cock against his entrance. “God.... you drive me crazy...” The image of Spike riding on the back of the jaguar firmly in his mind, Xander pushed inside, crying out hoarsely as Spike clenched around him, arousing him further. “Fuck..”

“Good idea, mate... back and forth, yeah... in and out...” Spike nudged his ass against Xander, leaned back and offered his mouth.

Xander pushed deeper inside him and was engulfed by flames. He covered Spike’s mouth, devoured it as he fucked him, hard, fast... relentlessly surging deeper and deeper with each thrust. He wanted to hate him, wanted to deny him... wanted to deny this, but he couldn’t, not when a fire raged in his body. Not when the sounds Spike was making echoed around him, made him want to possess... to keep... to brand.

Spike writhed under Xander, put his arms behind him and tried to pull him as close as possible. “Right... I’m right here,” he whispered as Xander exploded inside him, and then held him tight. It was hard to tell who was holding whom up.

“That’s it, then.”

“What?” Xander’s breath was ragged. He couldn’t even push away from the door and was still plastered against Spike’s back, thought he was kissing the side of his throat.

“Mind and soul. I think you got them both in one fell swoop, yeah?

“What?”

“You want me body, mind and soul...”

“Yeah. Oh shit.” Xander sagged against Spike, it was true... he couldn’t imagine giving him up now. But how was he going to fit him into his life.

“Is that a good oh shit?”

“Don’t start.”