One and Only Show

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Thanks to D for the wonderful beta!

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Spike's POV

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I fucking hate this state, no make that this continent, no, even better, I hate this whole bleedin' decade! All was fine and dandy until Dru went and got stoned in Prague, and I am *not* talking about the kind of stoned where you're off in your own little world and giggling about nothing at all (although Dru did do that too), I'm talking about getting beaten with huge fucking rocks! Then we just *had* to go to the hellmouth so that Princess could get all better. So, obviously, I had to show myself as the biggest badass in town, which blew up in my bleedin' face! Bloody fucking slayer had to go and beat me up, repeatedly, and even put me in a fuckn' wheelchair! Then 'Daddy' shows up, but it's just the pansy-arsed souled version...well until the slayer opened her big slutty thighs for him and brought back Angelus. Then he comes back, steals Dru, and ends up getting sent to hell (good fucking riddance if you ask me). So I take Dru away, made a deal with the slayer I did, but she gets all pissed 'cause I helped kill 'Daddy'. So I go back to Sunny*hell* to make the little witch do a spell to make 'er love me again, but no, I ruin that plan (which bloody well could have worked) by leaving and deciding to make her love me again via torture. Long story short, that didn't work.

So here I am, outside of some strip-club, in the middle of nowhere (couple hours away from Sunnyhell). The way I see things right now, women can just fuck off. I'm switching teams, batting for the other side. Not like I've never been with a man before and I'm not ashamed to say it. There were times when Darla and Dru would be gone for weeks, months even, and it'd just be me and Angelus.

Well, isn't this place just dazzling! More like a hole in the wall than a real strip-club. They've got one pole, on a stage that looks like it's about to collapse, and chairs that look like they're being held together by the sticky stuff congealed on them. No matter, 's not like I'm gonna catch anything, what with being dead and all.

"And now, we have a special treat for you ladies...oh, and, uh, gentleman," an announcer says, fumbling as he sees me. I just smirk at him. "The one and only performance of the amazing, the talented, the *limber*, Alexander Harris!"

Harris? That name seems familiar, where the hell have I heard the name Harris before? The Alexander doesn't ring a bell...but Harris...bloody hell, that's gonna annoy me all bleedin' night.

Some cheesy music's playin', don't really see the point though. The dancers could dance to the Hokey Pokey and these women would still be screaming and throwing money at them. I guess it's so they 'ave something to dance to. But do they *really* need it? I'll have to kidnap a stripper sometime and ask 'im, maybe turn 'im afterwards.

Bloody hell! That's the slayers pet boy up there, shaking his bum in front of a crowd of horny women! Well isn't this a treat?

I see him falter as he notices me. Smiling, I raise my hand and give him a little wave, loving how red his face turns at that. He's not half bad really; he works that pole pretty well. Wow, that announcer wasn't kidding when he said limber. Damn, how did he do that? I don't think Dru could even do that.

He's finishing his set now and the women are cheering like crazy. They're stuffing money in his little thong, the only thing he didn't tear off, and, bloody hell, was that a fifty? I see him look at me as he exits the stage and I wink, hoping to get him to go all red again. It works.

A few minutes later he comes out and sits down next to me, shaking his head as he does so. "What are you doing here Spike?"

"Enjoying the entertainment, what does it look like? Besides, I could ask you the same thing," I say, lighting up a cigarette.

He laughs, looking down at his hands and then back up at me with those big brown eyes. I wonder why I never noticed how beautiful they are, that deep chocolaty brown. "I was going on a trip across the country at the beginning of the summer but my car broke down. I took up a job working dishes here, to raise the money to get it fixed, but when I was asked to take the spot of a sick dancer, I couldn't refuse. Dancing pays a hell of a lot more than washing dishes; hell the tips are more than the pay for washing dishes."

"So I noticed. How much did you make anyway?" I ask, enjoying the first conversation I've had in months.

"I'm not sure, someone stuck a fifty in there somewhere though," he says with a laugh. I never noticed how beautiful his laugh was either.

I want him. I don't know why and I have no idea how it happened, but I want him. Now, I've never been the kind of guy to pussy-foot my way around these sorts o' things. Abruptly I turn to him and say, "Do you want to go outside?"

I see him gag, obviously surprised by what I've said. "Are you going to kill me?"

I was expecting that. I just smile, shaking my head. "No."

"Then why do you want me to go outside with you?"

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Xander's POV

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Spike doesn't answer me, he just leans forward kisses me. It's surprising but I'm not disgusted like I would have been even two months ago. After working in the club's kitchen for the last couple months I've had my share of kisses with men, among other things.

"Come outside with me." This time he's not asking, he's commanding. Without waiting for my answer, he gets up and starts walking towards the door. I don't know why I'm following him but I can't seem to help myself. He's magnetic, in a way, and I want to find out what's going to happen.

I'm outside, but I don't see him anywhere. Was he just playing a game? Seeing if I would actually follow him? But then someone grabs the back of my shirt and pulls me into the alley next to the club. It's Spike.

He doesn't waste any time and his hands are skimming across my stomach, under my shirt. His skin's so cold against me. I run my hands up his back, clawing at his shirt. I want it to be gone. I want to feel his cool flesh against me.

I want to taste him more than anything. I don't know why though. This is Spike, terror of Sunnydale. But right now, he's the most gorgeous thing that I've ever seen and I want more of it.

I bring my hands back around his shirt and rip it open; buttons are flying everywhere. I kiss down his neck and stop to suck on his pulse point. I'm playing with fire and I know it, but I love the sounds that he's making. They're these deep moaning sounds that seem to rumble out from his chest. I lower my head more and catch one of Spike's exposed nipples in my mouth. I swirl my tongue around it and I can feel more than hear that rumbling sound.

He lets out a gasp as I start nibbling on his nipples. I leave the right nipple and give the left the same attention. I can see him bracing himself against the brick wall behind him. Good, because he's in for a ride. He lets out an actual moan as I drop to my knees in front of him.

This is my favorite part. I'm in complete control here, at this moment. This is the only time that I'm ever in complete control. When you're fucking them or they're fucking you, they can always have the control. Even when you're down on your knees, their cock in your mouth, they can take control. They can grab you and just fuck your mouth if they want. But, at this moment, right before I pull him out, I'm the one who's in complete control.

I lick my lips as I undo Spike's belt and button and then slowly pull down the zipper of his tight black pants. I ignore his fully aroused and unrestrained cock and pull his pants the rest of the way down. I rake my eyes hungrily over his naked form before taking his hard length into my hand.

He groans again, deeper this time, as I pumping his hard cock slowly, giving him just enough friction. His head is resting against the wall but he's still looking at me. He watches as I jack him, his eyes never leaving my hand. There it is again, that gasp. I hear it as I lean in and suck the head of his cock into my mouth and swirl my tongue around it.

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Spike's POV

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He doesn't take his eyes off of me. He's down there sucking on the head of my cock while his hand slowly pumps the rest of me. But his eyes never leave mine. Those deep chocolaty brown eyes that are so smug right now. He knows, god he knows, that he's in control. And he likes it.

I know I'm not going to last long, not if he keeps looking at me like that. That perfect mixture of smugness and lust that's driving my crazy. I feel it deep inside, a wanting that I know I have to fulfill.

There's a wicked twinkle in his eyes now, but I'm not sure why. Fuck! Where the hell did the boy learn to do that? With one quick movement he's taken me down his throat. I can feel the muscles moving and twitching around me. I can't hold back a scream when he swallows around me and -damn! There's that smug look again. I can feel it now, my balls are rising and I know that I'm going to-

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Xander's POV

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His scream echoes in the air as I swallow his cum down my throat. I thought that it would be cold, he is dead, but it's not. Well, maybe a little chilly, like Kool-Aid that's only been in the refrigerator for a moment. It has a different taste too, but I can't place what it is.

I catch him as he slides down the wall. I could just leave him here, pants down, cock out, but I won't. I don't know why, not like I haven't done it before. I put my arm around his shoulder and turn towards him. There's a gleam in his eye but I don't know what it could be.

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Spike's POV

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He's thinks I'm spent, I can tell by the look in his eyes. Not sure why he doesn't just leave me here though.

I smile at him and it's the only warning that he gets. He's a quick one though and it clicks. But he's still too slow.

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Xander's POV

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I feel his fangs sink into my neck and I steel myself for the pain. But it doesn't come. There's a small throb but that soon fades and I can feel my wilting erection come back to life.

I can't suppress a moan as his hand wanders down to my pants and he pulls me out. I know that he's stroking me; I can absently feel his hand working me. But what I mostly feel is the way my blood is being sucked from my body. It feels good. It feels *really* good and I feel a moan pulled from my throat.

Now he pumping me faster and I know that I'll be cumming soon. But, for the first time, I don't care. I just don't want the wonderful feeling of blood leaving me to stop. It feels better than I could ever have imagined.

Suddenly the world slams back into focus and I'm screaming. I'm screaming because I'm cumming harder than I ever have in my life. It feels amazing, and my body feels like it's more full of life than it's ever been before. But I can feel the energy draining from me and I don't think I can move. My neck, it’s throbbing. Oh god, it hurts! Oh god, he bit me!

I'm dying. I can see black start to invade my vision and everything else is getting blurry. Except -

"Xander," a voice from far away calls my name, "stay with me for a moment pet." There's something wet pressed against my mouth. "Drink pet, drink." The warm liquid starts to drain into my mouth and I want it. It tastes so good, it's amazing. But, still, I fight it. I can't become a vampire, I wouldn't be any good at it.

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Spike's POV

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He finally stopped fighting and is drinking now. I want to make sure that he gets enough; I don't want him to become a bloody fledging.

He's dead. I can hear his heart fight to keep going, but it finally admits defeat and stops.

I pick up my boy’s body and walk towards the car. Ya know, that old factory in Sunnyhell would be a pretty good place to train a new childe.