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Coercion 38 Home is Where There is One to Love Us
Spike
drove the wrong direction out of town. Some forty five minutes from the hotel,
he stopped at a closed restaurant that advertised lunch hours only. He went to
the pay phone, dropped in his change and dialed a memorized number. He listened
to the phone ring on the other end, imagining the creep whose ass the phone was
jammed in as he struggled against the rough bonds that held him. Spike praised
the wonders of waterproof micro technology as he duct taped the headset to the
body of the phone so no one could hang it
up. Chuckling, he set off toward the first home he’d know in over a hundred
years. It took two and a half long nights to drive the distance, but many of the
miles and the days passed quickly as Spike and Xander talked. Xander talked
about his promotion at work and the nasties he’d helped Buffy fight. Once
Xander had convinced him, Spike told him what kind of bad guys he’d taken out,
but not in detail. He knew Xander didn’t want detail. Sometimes, Xander read
him poetry and even a couple of very short stories. The second night, Spike did
as he promised and called Xander when he was just outside of town. “Hey, Pet. I’m about an hour out.” “You made good time.” “I may have sped a bit.” “You rebel. Breakin’ the law.” Spike laughed. “That’s me. Told you I was evil.” “Let yourself in when you get here. I’ve not changed the locks.” “Good, I’ve not lost my keys. What’ve you got planned?” “You’ll see. Drive careful, Spike.” “As careful as I ever do.” It was a touch over an hour later when Spike parked and bounded up the
stairs. He paused and listened, but could hear little from the other side. He
let himself in, locking the door behind him. Most of the lights were off, and
the living room-slash-kitchen was lit only by the
strings of chili pepper lights. Candle light flickered in the bedroom. Spike
breathed in and the scent of Xander hit him. Xander was here, and he was
aroused. Spike felt himself harden, dropped his suitcase, and headed for the
bedroom. “Xander?” he called. “In here, Spike.” Spike rounded the corned to find Xander in bed, only a sheet covering what
was obviously naked Xander from the hips down. At first Spike could look at
nothing but this beautiful… man. Then the grin sunk in. “What? I know that
look. What are you up to, Xander?” The grin got even bigger and he pointed at the towel spread on the bedside
table. The toys were all lined up by size. Spike glanced at them. “You want me
to play with you, Pet?” “Look again, Bleachie.” Spike looked again. Little pink, dark pink,
clear red, blue, clear, black… no green. The largest one was missing. “Loose one, Pet?’ Xander shifted in bed, biting his lip. “Nope. I know exactly where it is.
Get those clothes off.” Spike’s eyes opened wide and he felt himself grin like an idiot. He
practically ripped his shirt and jeans off, anxious to be next to his lover.
Xander laughed and held up the sheet for Spike to slide in. The vampire was all
over his human. He kissed him so long and deep that Xander had to slap him in
the back of the head in order to come up for air. Spike drank in his lover’s
eyes as he stroked the soft hair from Xander’s face. “I’ve missed you,
Pet.” “You, too, Spike.” Xander took Spike’s hand and guided it down to
where the phallus was planted deep within him. “You been playing much?” Spike asked, grabbing the balls-shaped base and
pulling at it until it slipped out a little. Xander closed his eyes and moaned. “Some.” He opened his eyes and met
Spike’s. “But this one was today. Just maybe ten minutes ago.” “It didn’t hurt, did it, Love?” Spike asked, kissing Xander’s
sweating collarbone. “Not much at all. Work it some more, Spike. Kiss me.” Spike did
everything his lover asked. He kissed Xander’s lips and started kissing his
way down his body. “Where are you going now? You just got here,” Xander
pouted. Spike kissed a nipple, tugging on it with lips around teeth. “I want to
see. I want to watch it move in you, to know I may be there one day.” Xander could only moan and let him slide down. Spike reached Xander’s cock
and didn’t hesitate to take in all in his mouth. He sucked and licked until
Xander pulled at him again. “Stop it. Stop. Not yet. Not yet. I want… I
don’t want to come yet.” Spike wickedly took a last lick and moved on down. He took hold of the base
again, meeting his lover’s eyes as he tugged it loose. It slid easily all the
way out. Xander bit his lip and whimpered.
Spike found the right spot and slid it in again, watching Xander’s body
swallowing it. “That’s pretty, Pet. You’re pretty.” “Prettier than the twins?” “Oh gods, yes. You’re so healthy, Love. I think one is on heroin. I
mean, it’s weird that one twin is on drugs and the other apparently…” “Spike. Loose the babble and get back up here.” Spike grinned,
abandoning the toy and laying on top of Xander. Before he could almost smother
him with kisses again, Xander put his finger to Spike’s lips. “I want to be
on top, Spike.” “I’d like that, Pet, but you have to start small.” “Yeah?” “Yeah.” Spike could felt he blush he knew wouldn’t show. “You were
the last one in me anywhere other than… and… I didn’t want anything else.
Anyone else, either.” “Even with the orgies?” Xander teased. “I watched a lot. I like to watch.” Xander sobered. “Roll over, Spike.” Spike rolled off and Xander followed. He lay atop Spike and gently kissed
his face. “I want to thank you for what you did.” “You don’t have to, Pet. It needed to be done.” “Then let me show you. Take it out.” Spike reached back and pulled the
toy out, dropping it with the others. Xander sat up, folding his legs and
straddling Spike’s thighs. He took up the lube and coated Spike’s cock. “I
did some research, Love. I had this all worked out before you called. When I was
waiting for you to call.” Xander leaned forward and kissed Spike to still the
apologies he could see coming. “See, this way, I’m in control.” Xander
raised up and moved forward. “I can see you, and you can watch.” He reached down and took Spike’s cock in his hand. He shifted, one hand on
Spike’s shoulder. Spike smiled up at him in wonder and excitement. Finally. He
was going to be inside his lover. Xander was letting him in. He watched the
desire on the human’s face, the need with which he looked at him. Suddenly, he
knew. Spike realized just how much
Xander was admitting. Xander knew him. Maybe better than anyone ever had. No
human other than his mother had been close to him for long. Angelus only learned
as much as he needed to at first torment him, then fight beside him. Drusilla
only played him. She never looked at the parts that didn’t make her happy. And
Spike had to constantly be on guard with her lest he say something wrong. But Xander… Xander lived with him, had asked him to live with him, cared
to read his moods, and respected his opinions. Through their studies, Spike knew
he’d let his guard down. Xander had seen the William he kept hidden and not
mocked. Xander had destroyed his chip without hesitation. And he’d known what
Spike needed to do with this new freedom before he did. Xander met his lover’s eyes and slowly lowered himself. Spike was cool, as
he’d imagined, but it was so much more. Spike’s cock was alive and attached
to his lover. It was a part of him that he was taking in. He now savored the
burn as this larger object slipped in. When his weight rested on Spike’s hips
he relaxed, letting Spike press as deeply as he could. The vampire thrust up
slightly under him. Xander opened his eyes that he hadn’t realized he’d
closed. Spike had a huge, idiotic grin that was probably echoed on his own lips.
Without speaking the two began to move together. Xander raised and lowered
himself, enjoying the glide and pull of being filled and emptied over and over.
He felt he could rock there forever. Spike ran his hands over Xander, watching
in delight as he moved, biting his lip and then gasping. Sweat plastered long
hair over his forehead. “God, Spike,” Xander said, “I wish I could do this forever, but I need
to come. I can’t wait to feel you come inside me.” “My cold, clear come filling you up?” Xander laughed and Spike almost came then, feeling Xander’s body shake
around him. “Something like that.” His voice was husky, breathless. “Touch
me, Spike.” Xander began to move again as Spike wrapped his long fingers
around his cock. Spike stroked in time with Xander’s motions. Suddenly, Xander held himself
over Spike, just the tip of his cock buried, his body aquiver. He met Spike’s
eyes. “Spike. I love you. William.” Spike paused working Xander’s cock. “I love you too, Xander.” It was one of those moments where everything happened at once. Xander
started to come, thrusting into Spike’s hand. Spike’s eyes shifted to gold
and he morphed to the demon as he thrust up hard into Xander where he held
himself suspended over Spike, as he came too. Cries rent the air until they subsided to gasps, then panting, then heavy
breathing as Xander collapsed onto Spike. A little time later, Xander reluctantly separated from Spike and slid down
to lay beside him, his head Spike’s shoulder. “I’m sorry I kicked you out, Spike. And.. and held a cross on you.” “It’s okay, Love. God knows I’d blustered and blown enough about
killing the lot of you.” “You’d only been chipped, about how long? Not even a year?” “Eight months.” “I… I just knew you’d need to go and … do what ever. You are a
demon, after all. I just… I thought about it a lot and took the fast-off
approach.” “The what?” “Yank the band-aid off fast rather than peel it slowly so you can feel
every hair pull.” “Ouch.” “That’s why the cross and the having the phones ready. If you had
changed as I hoped, you would wonder about the chip, about if it really had
stopped working. I knew you'd... sneek off, or just vanish. Or you'd let it...
build until your demon broke loose. I couldn't be around you, waiting for that
and being afraid. If you really had been waiting around just to get the
chip out and kill us, then I wanted a fighting chance.” "You know you don't have to be afraid of me." "Now I do. You've chosen, you've decided to... be more...
William," Xander said this with caution, waiting for Spike to explode or
deny. Instead he sighed. "You're right. You know, you’re a brave man to
have kept me around at all.” Xander snorted. “Me. Brave? Right.” Spike kissed the top of his head. “It was brave to throw me out, after all
your emotional investment. I was so busy playing mind games I didn’t see what
I should have. Until that night, until that moment you so clearly spelled out my
options, then told me you believed in me…” Spike had to swallow a lump in
his throat. “Xander, I’ve realized I hadn’t stopped… partying since I
was sired. Until I sat and talked books with you, and watched movies with
someone intelligent to share them with. I’d not stopped. When I left here I
jumped back on the magic tour bus of mayhem again.” Xander tensed, not wanting details, wanting to keep some thin bubble of
denial. “Spike, I…” Spike petted and soothed him. “…and I didn’t have fun. I tried. But, it was like having free run of
the candy shop. It got old, fast.” “I wouldn’t call six months fast,” Xander said into his chest. “It is for me, Pet. It is for me. I found myself missing sharing things.
Missing talking to someone. Missing you.” Xander squeezed him tight, happy with what he was hearing. “I’d like to say I’ve changed, but I think I’ve just… matured.
My… poet self has always been there. But if you tell anyone, I’ll deny it
and make you regret it.” “Yes, sir. Secret identity kept in the bat cave.” “And I am evil. I can do great and bloody things that make the gods
weep!” Spike declared, needing to save some shreds of the Big Bad. “Huh,” Xander said, pressing his ear to Spike’s chest. “What?” Spike asked, knowing his love was about to say something silly. “The fairy tales lie. Love isn’t enough to make you a real boy.” Spike laughed and ran his fingers through Xander's hair. “Is that what you
want?” Xander raised himself up and cupped Spike’s face with a calloused hand.
“Nah. I like having a lover who doesn’t have to breathe.” Spike kissed his palm. “So you liked that? Having me inside you?” Xander laughed. “Gods, yes, Spike. You freed me to enjoy it.” “I’m glad.” Xander lay there, the boys just gazing in one another’s
eyes for some time. “Hey, Spike.” “Yes, Love?” “You’ve proved yourself evilest, you know.” “Thanks! How did I do that?” “You’ve coerced a straight, vampire-hating guy into fucking you, letting
you fuck him, and admitting he
loves you.” “Thank you, Pet. It was my goal all along.” “So what’s your next project, Mr. Big Bad?’ “Um. Seduce the Slayer, make her my bitch, and make her do nasty things
with me in every crypt in town.” Xander snickered at the impossible image. “When you goin’ to start on
this project?” “Oh, a week or so. That seems to be your attention span.” “Sounds right. But I have you now. What about tonight?” “I’m too shagged out to try to take over the world, so how’s about we
shower, feed you, and do that again? Or… you can do me.” “Or both.” They wrapped their arms around one another, Xander kissing
any available skin until Spike was shaking with laughter. “I love you, Xander.” “I love you, Spike.”
The End of the Story, but not the Verse...
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