Title: To Dream in the City of Slayers (Chapts 6 & 7 of 7)
Rating: hard R
Feedback: Suit yourself, just no permanent damage, k.
Disclaimer: Just playing with the pretty kittens. Unfortunately, they are not mine, but I will gladly groom and bathe them before sending them back home to Daddy (aka Joss/Mutant Enemy/et al).
Warnings/Squicks: slight BDSM, lots of graphically implied boy sex, some ppl might find the initial encounter offensive- it’s nothing bad, merely questionable
Summary: A variation on the old ’boys dreaming about each other’ theme- honestly, it started life as a PWP, but then Mys’ muse decided to wake up and stick a vague plot/storyline in there, hmph!
Dreaming 304/Reality 304: When the Real World Crashes In 2
This was wrong.
While mentally and emotionally he felt good (for once), his body protested the uncomfortable position he’d curled himself into. He stretched and it only took a moment for him to realize that the dream, all of The Dreams were over. Xander sat up with a jolt, his eyes instantly seeking out the lean body on the couch. Only he wasn’t there.
A glass of water appeared in front of him, and a shaky voice instructed, “Drink, it’ll help.”
Xander took the glass, gave Tara a weak smile, and drank.
Xander nodded. Just because the inside of his boxers were sticky and itchy from where the dampness was starting to dry and flake, just because his heart was broken and he didn’t think he’d ever felt anything as painful- and considering his Scoobiness that was saying something- but just because those things were true was no reason to worry Tara. “Where’s…,” Xander’s voice cracked.
Xander’s chocolate eyes darted to the curtain covered windows that still allowed a tiny sliver of sunlight to penetrate the room.
Tara placed her hand on his arm and gave a reassuring squeeze, “Dawn followed him- he made it to the sewers.”
The young man felt his pulse slow, Spike made it to the sewers- he was okay, “Thanks Tara.”
Spike paced. He needed a plan. He needed to get as far away from the Slayer and her pets as he could, and he wanted to do it FAST! When he awoke to see Xander asleep in the chair across from him with tears staining his beautiful soft features, his heart lurched. They were just dreams, nothing more, they had to be; he couldn’t bear hoping for the alternative. Now he just had to get away. If he could get to his crypt grab whatever he might need then go hide out with Clem until sundown, he might just be able to get out of Sunnyhell before he did something suicidal stupid or the Slayer got hold of him.
There, he had a plan and anything else he could sort out later.
With a curt nod to the sewer pipes, the vampire took off towards his crypt.
Anya, being her usual tactful self, barrelled into the Summers’ living room and started spouting questions. “Are you okay? Where’s Spike? Why didn’t you tell me?” She drew out the ‘me’ emphasizing it.
“Yeah. Gone. And ‘oh, hey Anya, I know we’re not together anymore, but I’m having these incredibly intense homo-erotic dreams. Wanna talk about it?’ Not exactly high on the list of things to discuss with your ex.”
Anya pouted for a moment before turning back to the matter at hand. “Xan,” she said softly, sitting next to him, “what happened in the dream today?”
Xander looked around the room at the concerned faces of his friends. How could he tell them? He couldn’t bear to see the pity, disappointment, reproach, and jealousy in their eyes.
A heavy male hand came to rest on the boy’s shoulder. “Xander, we have a theory.”
Round, brown eyes shot up, curious and frightened.
“It’s alright. Anya will explain it.”
The former vengence demon had the decency to look abashed, “I was only trying to help. I wanted you to be happy.”
“You put a spell on him! What were you thinking?” Buffy demanded harshly.
“Not a spell! A charm- its’ power should have faded after a week or so,” Anya let the words hang as she studied her friend and former lover.
Their eyes met briefly before Xander slowly closed them and nodded.
Anya smiled sadly and squeezed the young man’s hand as she continued, “If the power didn’t die off it means a link, a bond, of some sort had to form. A mutual bond.”
Xander stared at his ex as his mind tried to come to terms with the implications of what she’d said. His eyes widened, almost comically, as he looked into Anya’s eyes and she smiled a bright self-satisfied smile at him. Xander’s own smile broke across his face like morning sunshine. Kissing Anya’s cheek, he whispered, “Thank you,” then he bounded toward the door.
“Xan?!” “Xander!” Willow and Buffy called after their best-friend.
The young man turned to them, still smiling, “Sorry guys, I need to see a man about a vamp!”
Reality 401: Individual Study/Thesis Prep
Spike took another quick look around the lower level of the crypt. Anything of importance to him he kept down here and away from prying Scooby eyes.
The thought of the Scoobies sent a jolt of pain through him. Maybe it would be better to stay here and get staked, at least then he wouldn’t be a pathetic, lovelorn, excuse for a demon; he’d be a pathetic, lovelorn, dusty, excuse for a demon. And he was pretty sure that was a step up, but it was also too close to giving up. So, no; back to the plan- grab his kit, hideout ‘til sunset, and leg it. It was a good plan, a simple plan, a workable plan.
As Xander approached the crypt a wave of doubt crashed over him. What was he planning to do? Barge into Spike’s crypt and declare his undying love? He snorted- that was hardly going to work. Shit, he hated this. *Hells,* he thought, *he said he loved me.*
Taking a deep breath he gathered his strength. Hesitantly but with determination he knocked on the vampire’s door.
On the lower level Spike nearly jumped out of his skin. *What the hell?* Spike sniffed the air- Xander. “Should be proud he came to do it himself.” He shook his head, it was almost worth getting staked to see Xander one more time.
Xander pushed the door open slowly, not wanting to accidentally scorch the vamp. “”Spike? You here?” He closed the door behind himself, “Come on Spike! You better be here.” The last words were quietly muttered.
Making his way to Spike’s fridge, he checked the vamp’s blood supply- it was low. If things went well here he’d stop by Willie’s later and pick up some O-pos.
“Find what you’re lookin’ for?” Spike’s warm rustic voice cooed.
Somehow managing not to squeak, Xander turned to face the vampire. He was gorgeous. His hair was tousled and imperfect. The shadows fell across his face accenting his already stark cheekbones, and his eyes sparkled from the flare of his zippo as he lit his cigarette. Xander’s lips were suddenly very, very dry and he found himself licking them before he could think better of it.
Beneath half-hooded lids, Spike’s eyes followed the movement of his boy’s tongue. He barely managed to suppress a whimper and he tore his gaze from the mortal’s mouth, only to have it lock with penetrating chocolate orbs.
“I wasn’t lying,” Xander’s voice was rough and heavy- desire lingering on the edge of terror.
Quietly, like a puff of air sighing from a sleeping child, “Xan?”
Xander calmly closed the distance between them as he spoke gently, “You said I’d be lying.” His eyes darted to Spike’s lips, “I wasn’t.”
…and they were kissing.
It was exactly like their dreams, only more tangible, more pure, more intense- MORE.
It was like returning to something you’d known all your life and experiencing something beautiful for the first time, all at once.
Needless to say, both men were panting and flush (or as flush as a dead man could get) when they finally released each others’ mouths.
Beautiful elegant hands ran up and down Xander’s arms which wrapped around Spike’s waist.
“Xander…,” the vamp’s normally strong voice cracked. He swallowed hard around the sudden lump in his throat. “What is this? Can’t be here without you. Can’t… WON’T hide it either.”
Intense cerulean studied the dark mortal’s face for some kind of answer.
Xander smirked and shook his head, “I don’t know what this is, Spike. But I do know that I want to be with you and I don’t want to hide.”
The vamp’s bright smile reached his eyes making them seem to sparkle in the darkness of the crypt. A hand twined into Xander’s hair, pulling him closer so he could claim his human’s smirking mouth.
“Wanta feel you, taste you- here, real, now, mine,” Spike growled- the ferocity and confidence returning to his voice combing erotically with emotion and longing.
Sighing, Xander leaned forward to rub his forehead against his vampire’s. “So, my place or yours?”
A rich chuckle rolled out of the blonde. “Get down there, ya git,” he inclined his head towards the entrance to the lower level.
The young man wasted no time scampering down the ‘rabbit hole’ into Spike’s inner sanctum.
A simple low-wattage lamp illuminated the area by the bed. Xander was almost surprised by how cozy it was down here- although he doubted he should be, he could see the man he fell in love with living in this room. Carefully, he walked towards the bed, and then past it to a small pile consisting of a duffle bag and Spike’s duster. “You were going to leave,” Xander’s voice was low, scared.
From directly behind him, “Told you. Couldn’t stay without you.”
Xander didn’t move, “You’ll stay now?”
Powerful slender arms wrapped around the trembling man and cool breath puffed over his neck as his vampire spoke softly, “Got you now- no reason to leave unless you do.” Spike kissed his love’s neck, then took his hand and led him back to the bed.
Spike halted them mere inches from the bed. He released his grip on the boy’s hand, their fingers lingering tip to tip as their hands slipped apart. The vamp began to slowly and intently prowl around the young mortal, examining, appraising.
Xander took the cue and tore his eyes from the vamp’s face and cast them to the floor.
“Xander,” Spike purred and brought his hands up to cup his precious human’s face, “none of that. This is real. Want you; want you to see.” The vampire smirked, “We can always play games later,” and wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.
The mere thought of the ‘games’ he and Spike could play sent wonderful shivers down Xander’s spine and he had to fight to keep from throwing the vamp down, then and there.
Cool pale hands glided down Xander’s neck and over his shoulders. The quiet strength of those hands, their hesitant, gentle touch, was more erotic than anything from their dreams.
Xander was transfixed- this was real. Master- Spike was real, touching him, loving him and it was REAL!
The mortal’s chocolate eyes sought out his lover’s and he allowed himself to fall into their cool blue depths; floating losing himself in the comforting waters of Spike’s gaze as the vampire began slowly divesting them of their clothes.
When Spike ripped off his own t-shirt, Xander could no longer restrain his need to touch and feel the man before him.
Warm, almost burning, fingertips traced the etched contours of the vampire’s torso, exploring in a way they’d never been able to inside the dream-world.
The touch caused Spike to suck in a sharp unneeded breath and press into the wandering hand, seeking more of that soft, strong, loving heat.
As more of their skin pressed together, it was as if an icy fire encompassed them both, melding their bodies together. Somehow, amidst touching, exploring, and tasting they managed to undress and fall entangled onto the bed.
Pinning his love to the mattress, Spike began moving his mouth down Xander’s dark chest.
When lips, lukewarm with stolen body heat, closed on his nipple, Xander let out an airy gasp. And when those lips were followed by a cool lapping tongue, he moaned needily.
The vampire smirked around the treat in his mouth and continued to lick and suck the tasty morsel.
Xander rocked against his vampire, wondering how much more of this exquisite torment he could take.
Skilfully, Spike slipped a hand between them encircling both leaking erections. His long languid strokes were accentuated by the merciless attention being lavished on the mortal’s oversensitive nipple.
“Gods, please… Spike. Uhgh, need… feel,” the dark Scooby’s voice was wispy and harsh with desperation, “…too close!”
Reluctantly, the blonde allowed the tender nub to slip from his mouth as he trailed moist kisses up towards his boy’s ear. Nipping the earlobe with his teeth, Spike took a moment to lick and tickle the flesh before speaking in his low, rumbling purr, “Then let go.”
Xander shook his head violently. “…feel you,” he gasped, his body shuddering with the effort of holding himself back.
Spike released his pet’s ear as he nuzzled the boy’s face, purring softly, “Later Xander, I promise, luv. Right now I need you to come with me- want you to come with me, please.”
Hearing the vampire’s voice so full of desire and honesty for him- wanting and asking for him- had Xander ready to give in. The mortal tightened his arms around his vamp, his body tensed and his lips ghosted over Spike’s cheek trembling with a silent moan as he erupted surrounded by the vampire’s silken flesh.
Spike’s head flew back as he roared his completion, his brow-ridges and amber eyes flashing to the fore as his lover’s scent and heat overwhelmed him. Panting, he continued milking the final traces of their release from their throbbing erections. His body slumped slightly, his eyes squeezed shut as he pushed the demon’s features back.
When Spike reopened his eyes, he was confronted with deep smiling pools of rich cocoa. Without breaking their eye contact, the vampire brought his previously occupied cum covered hand to his lips, inhaling deeply before allowing his tongue to dart out savouring their combined essence. “Nectar,” he murmured.
Hours later, spent, satisfied, and sore in the most wonderful ways, the two men lay curled tightly around each other- sharing heat, sharing a bed, sharing love, sharing the beginnings of a life together, and sharing, what was sure to be, the dreams of a better future.