Awaken

The way Buffy and Willow were staring at Spike, who was leaning against their kitchen counter, you’d think he was on the damn menu. It made Xander a tad uncomfortable, though... hello, not like they didn’t get the same reaction from everyone else. He’d thought the florist boy who offered to carry the flowers to the car was getting ready to get in the car and come home with them. And the woman at the grocery store checkstand... she’d made so many mistakes while ogling Spike, they’d paid $27 for groceries that should have cost him over $100.

“Beer.”

“Beer?” Buffy repeated blankly.

“That would be lovely.”

“Lovely?”

“Thanks luv, but we’re getting a bit circular here. Beer would be lovely,” Spike said, his amused grin widening in direct correlation with the lever of Xander’s increasing irritation.

“Buffy!” Xander snapped. “Spike wants a beer. Fridge... beer.”

“Uh... oh, right, beer...” she headed to the fridge, but looked over her shoulder at Xander’s friend, then mouthed, “he doesn’t have a girl friend, does he?”

Before Xander could answer, Willow jumped in. “Spike. His... his name’s Spike. The other night when you canceled our movie plans, you said a blood sucker named Spike was at fault.”

Xander’s mouth fell open, but no sounds came out.

Spike didn’t have the same problem. “I don’t suck blood, but I do suck much better things. And I’m good at it, ask Xander.” He hooked his thumb confidently into his belt loop and looked at Xander for confirmation.

This time Willow’s mouth fell open.

“Ah... Okay, we’re not going there. Spike is... he’s... well he’s my....”

“Boyfriend,” Spike filled in for Xander, who seemed to be gulping for air between every word that left his mouth.

“NO! My ... friend.”

“That right, luv?” Lifting an eyebrow, Spike started to follow Buffy. “You were asking if I had any girlfriends? Sadly not yet. Maybe—“

“Boyfriend! He’s my... my....” With both girls whipping their faces toward him and stared, Xander faltered.

“Boyfriend,” Spike smugly said, walking over and putting an arm around Xander’s waist and kissing the side of his throat. “Now how about we suck some—“

“Spike!”

“...beer down. What is it love, is there something else that needs sucking?” Reaching out, he plucked the beer bottle out of Buffy’s nerveless fingers.

"No!"


"Is that a NO! no or a..."


"Spike please..." Xander scrambled away from his outrageous lover. You'd think a statue would need time to adjust to talking to people and finding new friends, but no... he was just adept at embarrassing the hell out of Xander.

He saw Spike's gaze fall to his groin and panicked. "NO! That's a real no... a no no."

"Well if you don't want him," Buffy started to tease, when Xander gave her a back off look like she'd never seen from him. "Okay, so beer, and company... let's go sit." Even as she dragged her gaze away from Xander's boyfriend, she had to struggle to keep her eyes off him. "I can understand why you went gay..."

"Buffy people don't just go gay..." When Willow felt her friend's glance, she gave up. "So, you saw Spike and you basically went..."

Sitting down with his legs stretched out and crossed at the ankles, Spike made himself comfortable and patted the spot on the couch next to him. Xander's slight hesitation only made Spike's eyes burn bluer with mischief, scaring Xander into quickly sitting down without any argument.

"So... Where did you meet, and how did you get all mushy mushy... assuming you're all..." Seeing Spike's raised eyebrow and the blush staining Xander's cheeks, Willow had her answer.

Nervous, Xander licked his lips and opened his mouth--.

"In the studio. Xander's." Spike put his hand on Xander's thigh. "You remember the vampire? One you and Buffy were commenting on?"

"Commenting on?" Willow asked, but the look in Buffy's eyes told her that might have been a question she shouldn't have asked.

"Shape of my arse," he got up, "this might remind you," he said turning, grinning at Xander's appalled look. "Did a good job of it luv. Nothing to be embarrassed about."

"You... you're... and you heard..."

Seeing her friend's face match the color of her hair, Buffy jumped in. "For the record, we were just giving you an artistic critique..." Which was why her gaze was lingering on that perfect ass, until the man sat down again and she blinked, "and for another... I think someone's gotta do some more explaining. Xander? Statue?"

Two hours passed in the blink of an eye. Xander stuttered out his explanation about the spell, was chided, but Spike somehow kept smoothing things over until they were all laughing and drinking. Xander wasn't sure he liked all the sexual innuendos floating around in the conversation, but Spike seemed to have that effect on others. He made a note to be sure that the girls each had dates the next time he and Spike came around. Then the word orgy passed through his irrepressible boyfriend's lips, and he changed his mind just like that.

"You're drunk," Spike said as Xander all but pushed him out the door near midnight.

"Am not."

”And horny."

"No!"

"Really?" Spiked chuckled and put his hand over Xander's zipper, cupping his erection hard. "If this is you not horny, I might be in a bit of trouble..."


The combination of sudden heat rushing through his system and the outrageous words had Xander coughing and hanging onto Spike. Touching him like this, when they were alone, was a mistake. His scent drew him closer, the muscle's rippling under his palms made him think of what it felt like being on top of Spike, of feeling him push back... respond to his every touch in a way he'd only thought possible in dreams. "Okay... maybe a bit horny," Xander croaked, wondering how they were going to make it home. "Hurry."

"Right. Hurrying." The distinct sound of Xander's zipper being pulled broke the silence on the street.

"What?! No... I didn't mean... ahhh," he sagged weakly against Spike and involuntarily started to arch into the fist that closed around his cock.

"Didn't mean what luv? Want me to stop?" Spike stroked him one more time, then held his hand still around Xander's pulsing erection.


"No?"

"No? Is that a question or an answer?"

"I mean NO! Which means 'yes' and... and you know what I mean," a slightly panicked sound burst out of Xander's throat. "Oh God... need to..."

"Find a nice strong wall," Spike.

"G...get home," Xander tried to correct, but guh, the things Spike was doing to him as he walked him backwards toward the side of a random house.... he couldn't fight it, the need to thrust into Spike's hand, the need to be kissed by him. And almost as if his scandalous creation read his mind, the blond closed the distance between them and they were mouth to mouth.


Xander found himself helplessly writhing. There was no room for thoughts... nothing. All he knew was that Spike's tongue was weaving in and out of his mouth, caressing, touching, making him crazy... how was that possible. And then Spike broke the kiss. "No... Spike."

Two hands on Xander's chest, Spike pushed him against the wall and started to kiss down his chest, over his clothes. The low moan told him he was heading in the right direction.


Xander's mouth went dry. "We really shouldn't... not here... ohhh!" The instant the blond's mouth latched around his aching cock, he clapped his hand behind Spike's head. "Tha...that's 'shouldn't' as in 'hurry.'" What was he thinking? As if Spike did anything in a hurry, especially on request!

Every lick, every suck... every humm was calculated to torture him into a state of uncontrollable lust. Xander found himself pushing Spike's head close, harder and hard, demanding he quench the fires that were burning out of control. "Please... pl... Spike, oh fuck..." He was thrusting and begging, needing so badly to come, "oh God... Spike."

His lover cupped his balls and started to move his mouth faster, until Xander was a wreck. The sounds that broke out of him were growing alarmingly louder, and there was nothing he could do about it. "Please..."

And then Spike pulled off, stood up and worked him with his hand again, kissing him hard and swallowing Xander's last cries as he came. "Good idea, yeah?"

Once Xander came back to himself, he hit Spike. "Bad... bad idea. We don't just fuck in the streets..."


"We don't?" Spike raised an eyebrow at Xander's obvious state of undress. The zipper went up, the button of his pants was fastened, and yet he still looked thoroughly fucked.


"No... we don't.... don't you dare," he said, freaking out as he saw Spike was about to accept the challenge and start all over. He darted away, still breathing hard, a warm feeling still flushing through his body. And he wasn't a bit surprised when Spike came up behind him and gave him a taste of how hard he was... rubbing his erection against Xander's backside. "Home... now."

"You sure? That's a nice tree there..."

"Spike!"

(A/N: One more chapter to go)