Musical Wars

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--Rating---------------------
Happy sex, some mild kink
--Pairing(s)-----------------
Spike/Xander
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--Author's Notes-------------------
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--Disclaimer-----------------------
Totally don't own these characters. I'm just playing in someone else's sandbox and not making ANY money at all. So, this and all later chapters are written just for fun.


Xander woke to the warmth of the bed he now shared with Spike, his lover's arm still curled around his naked waist. He had to admit that he felt more whole than he had in recent memory. The voice—which he now could recognize as his own personal demon—had withdrawn into a happy curl in the back of his brain. He felt the demon purring at the feeling of *master's* arm wrapped around him, but the feeling was distant enough that he didn't start an actual auditory rumble himself.

"Mornin' pet. Bit early, yet," Spike murmured from behind him.

"Yeah, I just feel like I've slept for a week," he admitted as he squirmed a little. For the time that he stayed with Cassidy, he had been half-asleep, locked within his own mind as the demon ran the show, and now he itched to get back to actually living. Speaking of which…

“So what comes next?” he asked Spike. The silence held for a long time, and he wondered if Spike had gone back to sleep on him. He turned all the way around so that he lay on his side facing Spike instead of spooning with him. Blue eyes watched him before Spike turned onto his back and turned his gaze at the ceiling.

“France maybe, haven’t been to China for a while, pet. Have some good memories of that place,” Spike finally answered without moving from his place on the bed, one arm under Xander and the other curled under his own head. Xander relaxed into the loose embrace, draping one of his own arms over Spike’s chest.

“Um, I was kinda thinking of things like how do I tell my mother I’ve suddenly taken up with a man…although the whole vamp thing does seem to trump the whole man thing—not that I'm planning to tell her," he hurried to say, horrified at even the passing thought of having either of those conversations with his mother.

“Wot? You plannin’ on stayin’ 'ere?” Spike turned his head and cocked a single eyebrow.

“I sure hadn’t considered the option of picking up and moving to China.”

“Didn’t say move, luv. Could just travel through, see the sights.” Spike’s eyes returned to the ceiling, but he could feel the sudden tension in Spike’s muscles.

“And I’m suddenly feeling like this is a little more than just a passing thought.” Xander studied Spike's face, the avoidance of eye contact and the subtle tensing of Spike's chest beneath his own hand.

“Might be. Just don’t want ta be round here too long, not good for the health.” The nonchalant tone contrasted with the tense twitching of various muscles.

“Angel?” When Spike looked over in alarm, Xander rushed to explain his thinking. “I heard how that asshole talks to you. He’s probably a decent person to Cordelia ‘cause she sure seems to be pretty loyal, but that doesn’t mean that he isn’t a real jerk to us.” Xander didn’t miss the narrowing of the eyes at the word ‘us.’

“Don’t like my sire, pet?”

“Don’t like that he doesn’t seem to like you,” Xander explained honestly.

“Yeah, these’s that. More interested in getting’ you away before the fireworks, luv.”

“Fireworks?” At his confusion, Spike rolled his eyes and let out a sigh.

“Oi, you’re smarter than this, pet. You know full well there’s goin’ to be trouble.”

“Think you’re overestimating me, Spike,” he laughed, but the look in Spike’s eye stopped his laugh in less than a second. The vampire’s eyes flashed gold and his eyebrows had lowered in a classic look of annoyance bordering on homicide. “Um, Spike?” he asked, suddenly unsure in the face of such an unexpected response.

“I’ve heard how you’ve talked ‘bout yourself, pet, and it stops now,” Spike ordered, his voice low and soft and indescribably commanding.

“I don’t kn—”

“Stop,” Spike cut him off mid-word. “You talk in your sleep, pet. Night after…that,” here Spike waved absent-mindedly toward the far end of the room where Xander remembered spending an evening chained to the wall by an angry Spike, “Night after that you talked all night. Laughed at first. You couldn’t shut up even in your sleep, pet.” Spike stopped and tightened the arm around him, grabbing him in both arms and pulling him into a tight embrace that left him resting on Spike’s chest, breathless. “Then I heard wot ya said, wot ya thought o’ yourself--won’t have it. No one insults my pet,” Spike ended with a declaration; his tone of voice showed his willingness to enforce the proclamation.

“Spike, you don’t und—”

“I *do* understand, pet. You fought vampires at night, fought your own demon every wakin’ minute, and you still kept it together.”

“Not very damn together, Spike. I barely graduated. I’ve never held a job more than five weeks.” He could feel the tears start; he never cried in front of people. Alone he turned into the mighty manly water works, but he never cried in front of people and now he struggled to hold it all in, to not show Spike how truly weak he was.

“Sh, pet. ‘S’all right.” Spike simply held on, a cool hand now rubbing up and down his backbone in a gesture that suddenly set the tears free.

“God, I’m pathetic,” he finally hiccupped out.

“Bloody hell, pet. You’ve survived ten times more than most people. You survived what my Dru didn’t—you fought the demon inside your soul and won.” Those words turned the tears off as quickly and the comforting hand had released them.

“You believe that?” Xander asked, unable to believe that Spike had compared him to the late Dru and found him better in any way, shape, or form. He still remembered the night when Spike had told him that he would never be more than a pet, a human companion who would be protected but always inferior.

“Just don’t ask me ta say’t again, pet. I’m evil; I’m not supposed to do this supportive bollocks.”

“Deal. As long as you’re willing to ignore reality and believe it…” He stopped at the growl that immediately erupted from the chest below his cheek. “Right, not insulting the vampire’s pet.”

“Right. Now would ya like to try and tell me why there’s gonna be fireworks? You already know the answer.” Spike loosened his grip, and Xander returned to his place lying beside Spike.

“Not July yet, so I’m coming up clueless.”

“Think about minions, pet—minions and masters.” Xander furrowed his brow for a moment before a possible theory began to form, and even the fuzzy edges of the hypothesis he had formed caused his breath to catch in his throat, panic causing the demon buried in his subconscious to suddenly growl its way to life and stir.

“Oh shit, I killed Cassidy,” he whispered. He almost laughed when he felt the joy and pride from the small piece of demon he had inherited from Cassidy’s bite. Once the demon had howled for Cassidy and happily groveled on the floor for the now-dead vampire. Now the demon belonged to Spike so much that it roared with pleasure at the thought of killing Spike’s enemies. However, he pushed the demon aside with practiced ease, and he felt the demon yield to his prodding. “And because Cassidy is dead, a lot of minions are running around without a master to control them.”

“Yeah, and Peaches sure didn’t accept any minions, leavin’ them to take shelter on the streets,” Spike added.

“And without a master, they’ll hunt indiscriminately,” he finished, suddenly getting a clear picture of just how dangerous the streets of L.A. would be when the minions found enough courage or suffered enough hunger to return to hunting.

“That’s part of it, pet. But many of those minions were older—some were even childer of fallen masters. Ya need childer or other younger masters if you want workers who can do more than eviscerate enemies.”

“How many is ‘some’?” Xander asked nervously, suddenly very afraid of the picture that began to solidify in his imagination.

“From what I saw in his soddin’ little ‘court,’ I’d say at least fifteen or twenty vamps had ‘nough years under ‘em.” He didn’t even need to ask Spike what ‘enough’ meant; he knew.

“Oh shit. Fifteen or twenty vamps are going to try and set up as masters,” he whispered in horror.

“Yeah, pet, they are, and then they’ll fight over minions and territory.”

“Oh god, Gunn.” Spike suddenly growled, and for the first time, Xander felt his demon urge him to yield to Spike, to show his neck and kneel at his master’s feet. He had to gasp and grab the headboard to prevent his demon from hijacking his body.

“Pet?” Spike had gone from angry at the mention of Xander’s friend to concerned in 0.6 seconds flat.

“I’m fine,” he muttered while he pressed his eyes closed and fought for control. Always before, the demon wanted something so different from what he wanted so that he could fight the urges, that is until Cassidy captured him and he just gave up and yielded total control to the demon. Now, the demon wanted Spike and he wanted Spike and he struggled to divert the demon’s desire to submit to his master. He loved Spike, but he had finally earned the respect he had always wanted, and he wouldn’t give that up just to allow the demon to sit at master’s feet.

“Luv, you’re not fine; you’re not talkin’.”

“Yeah, the demon just doesn’t like it when we fight,” he explained briefly as he struggled to get his breathing and his heart rate to return to normal.

“You got control then?” Spike asked with his head cocked to one side.

“Yep. Just having a small psychotic moment—it’ll pass.” Spike nodded slowly, head still cocked to one side in a concerned expression that he was quickly loving to love on *his* vampire. Oh yeah, like the voice in his head wasn’t enough, he now had to have delusions that Spike was his; that’s not the way the power ran in this relationship, and he knew it. It might take longer than he thought to get past this latest piece of psychosis. He finally pulled himself together enough to continue. “We aren’t leaving with a city-wide vampire disaster looming on the horizon.”

“Little melodramatic, pet.”

“Still not leaving, blondie.”

“And if I said we were?”

“Are you saying that?

“You’re mine, pet. You gave yourself to me.”

“I did, but that doesn’t mean that I’ll do everything you tell me,” Xander responded after a long pause. He could hear his own demon grumbling unhappily. Spike appeared equally unhappy if the constipated expression were anything to go by.

“And wot does it mean ta ya then, mate?”

“Means when push comes to shove, I’ll always pick you,” he hurried to assure both demons, the one muttering in his own chest as well as the gold-eyed one lying on the bed next to him. “Means I’ll always fight on your side and listen to your advice… and love the feeling of your hand on my skin.” He added the last as he took Spike’s hand and laid it on his own stomach. The cool fingers spread out and then began rubbing, and he could feel Xander Jr. begin to take notice, his cock twitching slightly at the feeling. “Means no one else in the world will ever touch me like this and I’ll never depend on anyone else this much and I’ll never trust anyone else to know who I really am and what I really feel.”

“But no blind obedience.”

“Nope, not really good at the obedience thing. Not even very good at the following directions thing, so obedience is *way* out of my league.”

“So what do ya ‘spect to do round here, pet? You want ta go find your Gunn, tell him what’s comin’? He’ll want ta know how ya know, pet.”

“Yeah, I figured that one out already. How much time to we have before all hell breaks lose?”

“A vampire war is not *all* hell, trust me. Got sent to hell for a month once when one ‘a Dru’s spells went wonky…at least a hell dimension…was a mite bit messier than one little vampire war that most humans won’t even notice. They’ll just pass it off as one more gang war.”

“Fine, how long until partial hell?”

“Right now, those that’re older are probably tryin’ to set up territory, maybe trying to attract some minions. They’ll keep quiet for another few days. May have more vamps hunting on the streets now since minions hunt more without someone to control ‘em. Once the territories get marked, the vamps’ll start fightin’ over who owns what. Could be a day or a week, doubt any longer than that.” Xander fought to concentrate as Spike hand continued its movement. "Unless some old master comes in and fights them all into submission," Spike finished, and he could feel himself tremble under Spike's talented hands.

"Hey, no fair. You've already had your chance at the naughty touching, and I haven't," Xander pointed out as he captured the hand and brought it up to his lips so that he could kiss the pads of the fingers before releasing it. Slowly he raised himself and slipped one leg over Spike's body so that he crouched over the vampire and looked down at the amused blue eyes. The demon in his head shifted uncomfortably, and Xander shoved at it unmercifully before returning his attention to Spike.

"I don't have to be fair, pet. I'm evil."

"Be quietly evil, please," he whispered into Spike's ear as he reached out and took an earlobe between his teeth and nipped before moving down to suck and lick at Spike's neck. He could feel Spike's erection begin growing next to his own, the two cocks nestled together between their bodies. He moved his mouth down to a collarbone, exploring it from the neck out to the shoulder. Remembering how he felt when under Spike, he pulled back slightly and blew across the still damp skin. He felt Spike tremble, and he couldn't resist nipping again as the skin under him shivered. From the movement he felt below, he guessed it was a good twitch.

Sliding down the slim body, he turned his attention to one nipple, the darker skin already hardened and wrinkled into a point. He ran his tongue around the edge of the nipple before closing his mouth over the skin and sucking. The body under him bucked, and he simply transferred his mouth to the second nipple while he used his fingers to alternately stroke and pinch the first. When he raised his head, he found himself straddling a demon in full game face.

He reached up, curious, and ran his thumb over the ridges on Spike's forehead. He had expected the skin to be tougher or thicker, but it wasn't. The soft skin followed the ridges that had formed under the skin, and he followed these formations with his thumb, aware that Spike now squirmed beneath him. A sudden image of Ferengi oo-max flashed through his mind and he felt a giggle slip out.

"Oi, not proper ta giggle when you're feelin' up your lover, pet."

"I just…" Xander laughed again, but at least this time it came out a snort rather than a giggle, slightly more manly. "I had an image of a Ferengi getting his ears stroked," he admitted. Spike simply rolled his eyes as he slipped back into his human face.

"Bloody hell, why do I get all the loons?"

"Hey, you made the bumps go away!" he complained, frustrated that he hadn't get finished his exploration.

"You laughed at 'em, luv. That just evil, and *not* in a good way."

"Bring them back and I'll do something to make it up to them," he promised in a low voice as he moved up and brought his tongue out to touch the bridge of Spike's nose. Almost instantly, he could feel the skin wrinkle under his tongue. He ran his tongue up the ridges, feeling it bounce over every bump as he worked his way back to the brow ridges, which he now explored. Again, after he had left each damp patch behind him, he would pull back and blow over the skin, and each time, he could feel the resulting tremor in the body under him.

When he had explored every inch, he moved down to the mouth, but he felt strangely hesitant; he'd never before initiated a kiss with a man, he always responded to what the other wanted. True, he could count the number of kisses on one hand: the men at the club and Spike last night. However, he didn't quite know how to approach such an intimate act, and he certainly didn't know how to do with a partner whose fangs could easily damage him. Spike must have felt the hesitation because he moved for the first time, slipping a hand behind his head and pulling him into that mouth. He felt their lips connect, and he instantly opened, giving Spike access to his whole mouth even as he gingerly stretched out his tongue and explored the new shapes. The sharp little front teeth, the long fangs on the top, the still dull teeth on the bottom. Exploration over, he turned to truly kissing his lover, his lips brushing over Spike's lips; using his teeth to gently nip Spike's lower lip, his tongue wrapping around Spike's fang until he could feel the prick of the point.

When he had teased until he though he would die, he started sliding down Spike's body, kissing and nipping as he moved in on his target. However, when faced with Spike's cock, he suddenly froze, completely unsure of how to approach such an act. He could feel his own heartbeat speed up as he considered the fact that here he was, with no practical experience at all, in bed with a 120 demon who had probably had more lovers in his life than Xander had ever known people. God, what if he screwed this up? What if he just sucked at it? What if he couldn't suck at it? What if he didn't like sucking at it? He tried hard to control his breathing, but he knew he had failed when he felt Spike's hand at his head.

"'S'okay, pet. I don't expect anythin' here," Spike crooned with a soft caress to his hair.

"It's not…" he didn't know how to finish.

"Not wot?" Spike asked with infinite patience, not even complaining about the hard cock that had now started to drip milky-white pre-cum that slowly slid down the shaft.

"I don't know what…" he stopped again. God, how pathetic of a lover was he? Surely Spike could find someone who didn't hyperventilate at the thought of being intimate. Could probably even find someone who knew what the hell he was doing.

"'S'all right. Just touch it," Spike suggested. "Run your finger up it." He reached out and did what Spike said, running through the pre-cum as he trailed two fingers up and down the shaft. Remember the older man from the bar, he slowly lifted two damp fingers to his mouth and sucked off the fluid. From the way Spike gasped for breath, he guessed that he had done right.

"Touch the head, pet." He did just that. He played with the folds of skin that surrounded the head, pulling them up to play with the unfamiliar foreskin. When he let go, the foreskin slipped back down, the head barely poking out. He ran a finger around the slit of the head and felt his own cock twitch in sympathetic joy as Spike threw back his head and gasped for breath. "Go on, pet," Spike encouraged him in a shaky voice, and he suddenly felt empowered—he could make a 120 year old demon gasp for breath that he didn't need. With that encouragement, he lowered his head and slipped his tongue along the slit. The pre-cum, salty and slightly fishy, tasted much stronger now that he took it from its source, licking along the head and shaft to recover the fluid. Taking a deep breath, he slipped his mouth over the head and twirled his tongue around the end as he began sucking.

"Bloody hell," gasped a voice under him, and he felt a hand grab his wrist, pushing his hand to the base of Spike's penis. "Press here," Spike ordered and he felt his fingers pressed into Spike's flesh. "Otherwise, we're gonna be done right quick." He would have smiled at the thought of making Spike lose control, but his mouth had other work. He slid his mouth up and down the shaft, letting his tongue play, wiggling over the line that ran down the underside of Spike's cock and to his balls. He pulled back his head and worked his tongue under the edge of the foreskin, pulling it gently to make room for his exploration. He slid down again and sucked as hard as he could. It was almost like it didn't matter what he did, Spike still gasped and squirmed.

Opening his mouth as wide as he could, he sucked in as much air as possible through his mouth, causing the cold air to rush by Spike's damp skin, and the vampire bucked so hard that he found himself gagging as the cock hit the back of his throat. He knew that many people could relax enough to deep throat, but either Spike was larger than normal or his own throat was smaller than normal because there was no way he could get that down. Instead he pulled back slightly as he tried to control his gagging. Spike must not have noticed because he continued to rock his hips up, so Xander simply closed his fist around the base of Spike's cock and squeezed so that the entire length couldn't slip in too far and choke him.

Then he relaxed and let Spike thrust while he worked his tongue around whichever part of Spike's anatomy he could reach at the time, careful to make sure that he didn't get caught in the foreskin as Spike thrust up more and more powerfully. He released the fingers Spike had positioned as he felt the muscles tremble under him, and with one final thrust, he felt his mouth fill with the strong taste of semen. He gasped, and then started coughing wildly as he felt the fluid trickle into his lungs. Pulling his head to the side and still coughing, he closed his hand around Spike's shaft tightly as Spike continued to slam his hips up as one spurt followed another. Soon, the movement stilled, and he released Spike to concentrate on his own pathetic attempts to breath.

"Alright, pet?" Spike asked as he finally managed to catch his breath and cough out the irritating fluid.

"Yeah, less than impressive end, there," he gestured toward the bed as he felt embarrassment color his cheeks.

"Not complainin'," Spike commented mildly, "but doesn't seem like we're finished yet." He suddenly felt himself flipped onto his back and his own cock surrounded by a slightly warmer than room temperature mouth. He reached down to grab Spike's head, to touch, to do something, but Spike caught his hands in his own and pressed them into the mattress on either side of his hips even while sliding all the way down on Xander's cock, Xander struggled not to thrust up as a squeezing sensation milked his cock before Spike slowly pulled back with a delicious suction.

He struggled to free himself and respond to the onslaught of pleasure, but his hands remained pinned to the bed, and Spike lay on his legs, immobilizing them completely. All he could do was squirm as Spike deliberately and slowly alternated between sucking as a talented tongue explored the head of his cock and deep throating as powerful muscles massaged the shaft. He cried out and gave up on control, thrusting wildly, but Spike pinned him to the bed and the little movement he managed simply caused the slender figure to move up and down with him. Spike laughed, even with a cock in his mouth, and remained in control as he slid up and down more quickly now. Xander screamed as he felt his balls tighten and his leg muscles begin to tremble; he arched off the bed and gasped for breath as he shot one spurt after another, each neatly caught in Spike's mouth and swallowed without choking, sputtering or gagging.

Wow. Just wow. He couldn't even form other words as Spike slid up and pulled him into an embrace. Yep, wow covered it. He only wished he could have offered Spike such a good time, but he could hardly be expected to compete with 120 years of experience. Experience that could leave a person with no words in the brain other than wow.

"Wow," he finally said out loud. Spike chuckled.

"Pet, you are a treat. Got half a mind to chain you here and keep ya in my bed all the time." The two lay there, tangled in each other's limbs until he felt his bladder begin to complain about the lack of attention.

“Well that was a nice diversion, but it still seems to me that we have to get back to real life, starting with a pottie break."

“Real life’s overrated, pet.” Spike mumbled without moving.

“Yeah, but the longer I’m away, the more difficult it’s going to be to explain.”

“Not dark yet.”

“Not vampire yet. I mean,” he stumbled when he realized what he had said, “not vampire ever, not going there, never, like not ever.”

“Know what ‘never’ means, pet. Demon got away from ya there?”

“Yeah, I think so. Either that or I just opened my mouth before consulting with my brain. I do that,” he muttered.

“Noticed once or twice,” Spike agreed without rancor as he rolled over onto his stomach, facing away. “Goin’ ta Gunn’s then?” Xander heard the tremor in Spike’s voice, and he wondered how much control it took for Spike to say that without pinning him to the bed and chaining him to the wall.

“Have to talk to my mother, Spike.” He didn’t miss the fact that Spike suddenly relaxed, the contours of his body eased so that Spike’s back, which had been a roadmap of muscles leading from bone to bone, smoothed out into an expanse of pale skin. “I won’t talk to Gunn without you there,” he promised.

“What ya goin’ to tell your mum?”

“God, I figure I’ll figure that out when I get there.” Spike turned his head and raised one eyebrow in amusement.

“So you’re just going to blither and hope she figures out the main points?” Spike teased.

“Ha-ha, Mr. Evil Dead. Do you want me to meet you back here?”

“No, don’t come here alone.” Spike must have noticed the hurt and confusion because a slim hand reached out and caressed brown curls. “You can't watch out for critters followin' ya 'cause you don’t have vamp senses, least-wise not most of the time. I don’t want some stray vamp followin’ ya back here. I can meet you at your mum’s or you can get to the club before dark and I’ll meet ya there.”

“Um, club. I don’t really feel up to a really long conversation with my mom. I’m still trying to figure out how to break the whole gay thing, so I’m thinking that I’m just going for the whole moving out thing. I’ll get my stuff, so I’ll probably have two or three bags.”

“Bloody hell, you’d better not bring any of those god-awful clothes of yours. If ya don’t have decent kit, I’ll buy ya more.”

“Is that an order, master?” Xander allowed his head to drop and he looked at Spike from beneath his eyelids. He watched as the rim of Spike's eyes glittered gold.

“Bloody hell yes, your clothes give me a headache,” Spike grumbled. "If you show up with one flower, I'll shred your whole bleedin' wardrobe."

"Deal," he laughed. If giving up his wardrobe made Spike happy, he'd do it. Besides, if he didn't fight about the clothes, he thought he might have a better chance with the music because he was not going to listen to punk music all the time, even if it was beginning to grow on him. He slid off the bed and headed for the bathroom as he mentally reviewed the contents of his room at home. Yep, Spike was about to meet his collection of country music greats.