Acquaintances

Title: Acquaintances
Author: Tisienne Blue (purveyor of fine angst and porn since 2001. LOL)
Sequel to: Old Enemies (Getting to Know You series #2)
Rating: NC-17 (18)
Spoilers: All of it, just to be safe.
Pairings: S/X, Trevor/Elliot (mentioned)
Disclaimer: I do not own Spike, Xander, or any of the characters from BtVS or AtS. They are the exclusive property of Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy and whomever else. Original characters, on the other hand, ARE mine. If you don’t know them from Buffy or Angel, they belong to me and believe me when I say I like it that way. #grins#
Warnings: Explicit man-sex. Toys. Angst. LOTS of angst. LOL
A/N: This story begins two months after the finish of ‘Old Enemies’. The Europe trip is over and Spike and Xander are back in the US. There may at some point be fic covering what the lovers did in between, but not right now. Need to get this story out of my head, first… and the following one. LOL

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Part 1

“It used to be better,” Harris said, frowning as he watched his claimed steer the sleek black Jag effortlessly around potholes, stopped cabs, construction signs and bicycle couriers with obvious death wishes. “I guess they lost their old chef.”

Spike shrugged, giving the old two-finger salute to a cab driver as he pulled in front of him. “Don’t much care, pet. Wasn’t really there for th’ food, was I?” He grinned, squealing around the turn onto his claimed’s street. “Mostly just went with you so I could watch you eatin’. Luv that thing you do with your tongue.” He winked, hurling the car down the ramp into the garage.

“Jesus fuck, Spike! TRY not to wreck the car, okay?”

The vampire chuckled and parked with ease, sliding into the space like a knife into butter. “This sweet machine? Never goin’ ta happen, luv. This baby corners like she’s on rails.” He patted the dash then turned to his human. “C’mon, Xan… I told you. We’ll get you a license in New York. Then you’ll be able ta drive her ta your heart’s content, yeah?”

Harris couldn’t help smiling. “I already have my heart’s content, babe. But I wouldn’t mind being able to drive my own car.” He opened his door and climbed from the passenger seat, straightening his suit jacket as he did. “I… thanks for coming out with me, Spike. I know it wasn’t really your scene.”

His own smile was a good bit wicked as he closed the driver’s side door and slid across the hood of the car quickly, pressing his love against the neighboring car. “Told you over an’ over again, precious. Not lettin’ you out of my sight; especially after dark. Besides… kind of liked watchin’ all th’ blokes an’ chits starin’ at you with such… desire…” His nose skimmed lightly over the soft skin of his Xander’s neck and he chuckled when the human shivered slightly. “What say we go on up ta your place, luv… get us out of these suits?”

“See, that…” Harris moaned softly, rocking his burgeoning shaft against his lover’s through the far too many layers of clothing, “Sounds like a plan, babe…” He didn’t bother to argue about who had actually been getting the lustful stares. If Spike wanted to believe his lover was so desirable, far be it for Harris to disagree.

The vampire smirked, kissing his beloved roughly. “I come up with a good one every now an’ then, yah?” He pulled away, his hand reaching back for Xander’s as he started towards the elevator bank on the far wall.

Harris smiled, his fingers tangling with Spike’s. “More often than you used to, babe,” he grinned, remembering some of the truly awful ideas Spike had tried to enact in the first few years he’d been in Sunnydale.

“ ‘ey!” the blond griped playfully, “Not my fault if I was too distracted by your glory ta follow through, right?”

The human laughed, deliberately ignoring the fact that the vampire hadn’t thought of him that way back then. It didn’t matter, after all. It was enough that he thought of him that way now. He pushed the call button on the elevator panel, pulling Spike flush against him as they waited. His lips grazed slowly across the smooth cheeks, nibbling an earlobe, then sliding back across. “Mmmm… not your fault at all. I was a very bad boy, teasing you with my… moist and delicious self. Have I mentioned how amazing you look in that suit, babe?”

Spike chuckled a bit breathlessly. “Only about a dozen times, luv… might have ta wear it again, seein’ as it’s got you all… hot an’ bothered.” He purred, his free hand tangling lightly in longish brown hair.

“More like what’s under the suit, Spike,” Harris groaned, stepping back reluctantly as the elevator doors opened. “Christ, babe… upstairs. Now.”

“Granted, beloved,” Spike murmured, pulling his claimed into the mirrored box. He wrapped his arms around Xander, pulling his back against his chest. “Been thinkin’, Xan,” he said after a moment of watching his beloved’s suit jacket open apparently on its own. He slid his hands next up to the knot of Xan’s tie, loosening it and chuckling as the reflected man’s clothes moved again, with no apparent help. “Know you like your place here. Don’t blame you. ‘s bloody nice.”

“But?” Harris said, moaning softly as he pressed his buttocks back against the thick, ready shaft he felt against his clothed cleft, “Because I can feel the but coming.” It wasn’t until Spike sniggered that he realized how his words had sounded. “Gods, Spike. What are you, twelve? You know what I mean.”

Spike grinned, his fingers sliding down the man’s chest to dance lightly over the straining fabric of his pants. “Yah, know what you meant, pet. Just luv your turn of phrase is all.” He chuckled softly, then turned Xander in his arms, pressing fully against him. “An’ not ta worry, Xan… goin’ ta be plenty of butts. An’ cummin’.”

Harris groaned again, wondering why in the hell he found Spike’s overt come-ons so sexy. Then again, it was a good thing he did. He was well aware of the futility of trying to change someone, even someone you loved. Maybe especially someone you loved. His lips pressed hard to his vampire’s, tongue delving deep and needily into the cool wet cavern.

“Bloody hell,” Spike groaned as he felt the elevator slowing. “You need a taller building, mate,” he growled softly.

“Like yours you mean?” Harris managed to say as he tried to hastily straighten himself out. “Or was that the but?”

Spike shrugged sheepishly as they stepped out into the hallway. “ ‘s just… you can do your writin’ in New York just as easy as you can here, right? An’… bloody hell, luv, I don’t want ta be apart from you, alright?”

Harris swallowed the small lump in his throat and pulled at Spike’s hand, dragging him around and into his arms. He held him close and tight, letting everything he was feeling flow to the older man. “I know,” he whispered, rubbing his cheek against Spike’s. “I know, babe… I don’t want to be away from you, either. But, Spike… there are gonna be times when…”

“Yah… know that, beloved. Don’t have ta like it, do I?” His head rested on one strong, broad shoulder as he inhaled his love deeply, trying to control his demon.

“Harrison!” A voice broke into their moment. “I thought you were back. Trixie was jumping around at your door when I took her walkies earlier.”

Harris smiled and pulled himself back from his lover to face the old woman the voice belonged to. “Mrs. Jamison! I was going to stop by tomorrow afternoon.” He grinned and leaned down, kissing the wrinkled cheek. “And yes, we’re back. Obviously.” He laughed a self-deprecating little laugh. “As you see.”

“We?” the woman asked, arching one pencil-thin coal-black eyebrow beneath slightly bluish hair. “And who is your friend, dear?”

The brunette blushed and pulled Spike forward. “I’m sorry. This is my… friend Sp… Will. William, this is Mrs. Jamison—my neighbor and surrogate mother figure.” He grinned.

Spike arched a brow himself at the interested look the old lady was giving him. He took a step towards her and smiled charmingly before taking her hand and bending to kiss the back of it lightly. “Pleased ta meet you, ma’am… hope you got the postcards my X… Harris, here sent?”

The woman blushed slightly and nodded. “I did. And thank you, Harrison, for thinking of an old woman while you were away. I haven’t been able to travel much these last ten years or so, but your postcards reminded me of so many wonderful adventures I had when I was younger.” She smiled wistfully. “I’m glad you had such a lovely time, though. And I am equally pleased to meet you, William. It’s wonderful to see this dear boy looking so happy.” She nodded. “I had thought Elliot would be the one, but apparently not.”

Spike almost burst out laughing at the look on his claimed’s face but instead he just smiled more at the woman and leaned down, kissing her cheek himself. “I think I understand now why… Harris… cares so much for you, Mrs. Jamison. Wondered a bit when he insisted on writin’ ta you every few days, but I get it now. You really ARE like a mother ta him. A REAL one. Not like that bi… ah, unpleasant woman who birthed him.”

Mrs. Jamison blushed again then reached out to pat Spike’s hand. “It’s all right, dear. You can say ‘bitch’. They even say it on the television these days, and not purely in reference to female dogs like my Trixie.”

Spike nodded slowly. “Yah… ‘s kind of sad, really. An’ people wonder why th’ kids today have no bloody respect. Seems ta be clear ta me, but… that’s a chat for another time. Think my friend here’s a bit tired. Just goin’ ta tuck him in an’ be on my way. Pleasure, ma’am.”

The woman laughed and shook her head. “There’s no need to spare my delicate sensibilities, boys. I’ve seen many things in my time. You go. Have a lovely evening. And I’ll expect you both at four o’clock tomorrow afternoon for tea. I want to hear all about your travels, and I won’t take no for an answer.” She smiled at William, then Harris. “And Harrison, dear? Don’t let this one get away. I believe he’s what they call a keeper these days.”

With that, the elderly woman gave their joined hands a soft pat and turned, disappearing into her apartment two doors down from Harrison’s.

Spike chuckled. “Lively old bird, that one is. Don’t blame you for keepin’ in touch, luv.” The continued silence from his beloved had him cocking his head to gaze deep into the wide brown eye. “Luv…? You still in there?” he asked, tapping the bloke’s forehead.

Harris started then blinked a few times. “Okay… and what the HELL just happened? Mrs. Jamison. She just…” He shook his head as Spike started pulling him further down the hall towards his door.

“Yah,” Spike agreed smugly as Xander fumbled for his keys, “Invited us ta tea. An’ told us ta get with th’ shaggin’, more or less. Like th’ woman. Not goin’ ta let her down.” He pushed his beloved through the door once the locks were disengaged, one foot kicking it closed behind him as his hands took up the happy task of stripping his claimed to the skin.

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(A/N: Thanks to:Rudemuch, Nulinka (twice!), RemityGirl, ksy, DaniKitten, TheShadowCat, ladyicondraco and Heather for their reviews on part 47 of Old Enemies. *grins* Hope you guys enjoy this one, too. *hugs*)