Old Enemies... (S/X)

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Part 8
Elliot tried to hide his surprise when the two men came back from the bathroom looking very smug and satisfied. His eyes dropped to their groins and he wondered at the satisfaction since they were both very obviously hard and straining in their pants. Then again, so was he, but he had a feeling his own needs weren't going to be met by either of the lovelies in front of him.

He sighed and finished his drink, then gave Harris 'the LOOK'.

He waited until his friend saw it and leaned down before he whispered into Harris’s ear. "I have a feeling you've found your 'Spark', Harris. Just be careful. I think maybe he's WAY into topping." He heard the chuckle Harris let out and shrugged. "Guess you found that out, huh? Okay. Go. Oh, and do me a favour. Lend me out to that guy over there. He may be young, but he's obviously intrigued. Besides, he missed out on Will last night. The kid deserves a consolation prize." He winked at Harris, then nodded towards the brunette Will had spent so much time with the night before.

Spike laughed at the thought, then cast a gaze Trevor's way. Apparently Elliot was right. Trevor had that look in his eyes like he didn't know what he wanted to do but was all for finding out. "Well, well," he murmured, "Fancy that..."

Harris looked over at the brunette with interest. About his own height... build similar to the way he'd been back in Sunnydale, although the boy had two good eyes... His brow furrowed just a bit as he glanced back to Spike, seeing the slightly sheepish grin. "Fine," he said softly, "Just remember what I said. No riding bareback, El. I love you too much to watch you die, okay?"

Somehow that made Spike jealous. He wasn't sure why. Maybe hearing the bloke he thought wanted him saying he loved someone else, maybe because he'd never had a friend he could say that to himself.

Either way, he found himself pulling Harris back against him, his cock pressing hard against the back of the taller man's leather pants. "Trevor's clean, you git," he snarled. "Bareback won't hurt your soddin' 'El'."

His eye closed halfway for a moment as he relished the hold on him and the hardness he could feel. "Maybe," he muttered, knowing Spike would hear him, "But if I let him be all unsafe this time, he'll want to do it every time. And how would he know whether someone was safe or not?"

He blinked, suddenly getting why Spike was acting all... pissy. "Believe me," he continued, rubbing back just a little, "The last thing I want is my agent dragging you out at all hours of the night so you can tell him which guys are safe to fuck without condoms. He's been my best friend for close to four years, Spike. But that doesn't mean I want him spending every night with you. Not when I'd rather it was ME with you."

And there. He'd said it. Not quite a declaration of love, because for all he knew, he'd imagined a lot of who and what he thought the vampire was. But it was a statement of intent, he thought. "Unless," he finally said after a few moments of silence and stillness from Spike, "you really want him. I mean, I'd understand. Elliot's a great guy. Hot. Willing. We could have worked out if he hadn't been so..." he let his voice trail off, not quite willing to say what he was thinking. Hell, for all he knew, Spike just wanted to fuck him once and move on. "He's definitely lust-worthy..." he said almost despairingly.

The blond growled softly. "Maybe before I knew you were still alive, pet... nah, definitely before I knew." He nodded, then swallowed hard. "If... if he hadn't been so... what, luv? What were you about ta say?" He almost wanted to kill himself for calling the bloke 'pet' and 'luv'. But Xander had said something about him being dragged out at all hours and that seemed to imply that he was taking this seriously, just as Spike was.

He wasn't sure of how or when it had become something they agreed on. They surely hadn't discussed it in the men's room. And what a place for a first kiss, Spike snarked at himself. Might as well have done it in a sewer, really.

Still, they'd stopped there, after that long, deep, soul-baring interaction of tongues, teeth, mouths and roaming hands. He could hardly wait to get Xander back to his place so they could find out how much better it could be without clothes, not to mention without other blokes trying to walk in on them.

"If he hadn't been so..." Harris began, only to be cut off by Elliot.

"It's not that the floor show isn't great, guys," Elliot complained gently, "But... me. Tall, dark and cherry. Now." He nodded towards Trevor again insistently. "Before he gets snapped up by that guy in the black pants."

Spike arched a brow and glanced over, then laughed. "I guess they really are reversible." And that was all he'd say on the subject as Xander took Elliot's leash and led him over to the dark haired young man.

Harris smiled dangerously and took the young man's hand, pressing Elliot's leash into it. "This one is mine. Release him in the morning. If I don't see him by three PM, I'll find you." He leaned down and kissed Elliot softly. "Have fun, buddy," he said, deliberately not telling Trevor Elliot's name.

He looked back into the eyes of the stunned but obviously excited young man. "No marks that won't heal in three days." And with that he turned, groping the waiter in the black PVC pants for a moment, then strolled out of the bar, Spike right beside him, looking for all the world like two tops going to compare notes... aside from their hands, which kept trying to wrap around each others' in a yearning grip.

"Uh... he really will let him go in the morning, right, Spike?" Harris said softly as they hailed a cab.

Spike climbed in behind Xander and gave his address, then shrugged. "Assume so, luv... but if he doesn't, I can always find him. No worries."

Harris had to agree. The last thing he was doing at the moment was worrying... or at least worrying about Elliot.

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It wasn't until the cab pulled up in front of the tall apartment building that Harris realized he'd gone home with Spike. Not that he hadn't known it intellectually, but it was driven home by the fact that they weren't in front of the Plaza.

He got out of the cab and stared up at the huge, awe-inspiring edifice as Spike apparently paid the driver and came to stand beside him.

"A bit of a step up from th' crypt, 'ey?" Spike said with a smug tone. He took Xander's hand and pulled gently, leading him inside when the doorman did his job and opened the door.

"Andy," he greeted the man behind the desk, "This is Xander. You're likely ta see him a good bit, so he's off th' 'expunge at will' list, right?" He winked at the man, chuckling silently at the disappointment he could smell coming from him. "Everyone else is still a fair target, mate," he said, chuckling even more when the disappointment faded.

For his part, Harris couldn't believe the building they were in. Not that he had any doubt about Spike being resourceful, but... "You didn't kill someone for their apartment, did you?" he asked softly, wondering how much he'd care if Spike said yes. "I mean, considering the building, I wouldn't blame you, but... dead bodies kind of stink after a while. And how sad is it that I know that?"

Spike chuckled and led Xander to the private elevator bank. "Nah, luv... bought it with American money an' everything. An' I figure you should know about th’ stinkin’, considerin' your history."

Harris smiled, just a bit nervous as they stepped into the elevator and it started rising. His dreams, his fantasies... they'd all been less than real. Now here he was, getting ready to make them into true reality and... he swallowed hard, shifting just a bit closer to Spike in the small confines of the elevator. "Is it okay if I'm a little bit... anxious?" he asked almost desperately, trying not to sound as pathetic as he probably was.

Spike's fingers tightened around the other man's as he tried not to give in to the urge to just press him against the wall of the elevator and have at him.

"Yeah," he finally said, swallowing hard. "Anxious is alright. Good ta know it's not just me, mate." He smiled shakily as the elevator slowed, then stopped.

"Welcome ta my home... Xander Harris."