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Coercion 9 Then Laugh At three in the morning, they
were both lounging on the bed, making up Emmanuel sequel names. When Spike
suggested “Raiders of the Lost Emmanuel” Xander started laughing and just
couldn’t stop. Spike didn’t think it was that funny, but he figured the boy
was going on his second night of little sleep. He just enjoyed how Xander was
rolling around, putting his hand on his arm, and tucking his head against his
shoulder. Finally, Xander’s laughter
trailed off, leaving him leaning on one elbow close to Spike where he slumped
against the headboard. Xander looked up at Spike and wiped a tear from his eye.
“I think I’m punchy. Need sleep.” “I’d say you’re right,”
Spike agreed, reluctant to leave the bed. He picked up the remote, clicked off
the TV, and started to get up. “Wait. Spike.” Spike paused.
If his heart could beat it would be pounding. “I… I’ve not forgotten your
offer. I just had the one kiss with Vicky and… well… it only served to show
me how much I want to… to touch someone and to have someone touch me.”
Xander looked away. “I don’t know if… if it will be you, but I wanted to
ask something.” “What’s that, Pet?” Spike
asked softly. “If I don’t say yes in the
week, does that mean no forever?” Spike chuckled and brought a
hand up to Xander’s face. He gently cupped his chin and ran a thumb along his
cheek. “No. Until things change…” “You get the chip out…”
Xander interrupted. “Maybe. Until things change,
the offer stands. But I won’t wait on you. A vamp has needs, too you know.” Xander leaned briefly into
Spike’s hand before rolling out of bed. “Right. We’re not married yet and
I’m sleepy. Back to the chair, evil vamp.” With a sigh, Spike settled into
the chair he’d made slightly more comfortable with a foam pad and a plush
throw. He smiled at the toaster as Xander changed into boxers. Spike did not
fail to notice that the muscle T was left off. Xander turned off the light and
settled into bed. A little while later, he called softly, “Spike?” “Mmm?” “When I see them together like
that, I’m both a roses and a daisies guy.” Spike chuckled and the two went
off to sleep. +++ The next day, Spike chipped in
some cash so the boy could buy food for them both. The Sunday was spent
exploring the wonders of cable and, at Spike’s insistence, going over the want
ads. There were many jobs listed
Spike knew Xander could do, but the boy just passed them over. Finally, Spike
grabbed the newspaper from him and highlighted a half a dozen ads the boy had
ignored. “I can’t do these, Spike!” “Why not? Just because you
never have before? You’re smart, Xander, go try it.” “They won’t hire me.” “Not if you don’t apply.”
Xander sulked. “Look, do you ever want to get out of this basement? You have
to make more than peanuts to do that.” Xander looked around the shabby
apartment and shrugged. “If you don’t try, I’ll stop being pod Spike and
make your life hell again,” Spike teased. Xander smiled a crooked
half-grin back. “And I’ll kick your lean white bum out into the sun!” “Oh, you so wouldn’t!” “In fact, I’ll go ahead and
do it right now. I have to sweep the porch anyway.” Xander grabbed the
vampire’s arms and hauled him out of the chair. “Hey!” Spike protested as
Xander threw him over his shoulder. “Takein’ out the trash.” “I’ll trash you,” Spike
growled, and dug his fingers into Xander’s ribs. Xander wasn’t expecting
this. He twisted to the side and dumped Spike on the couch. The vampire grabbed
the squirming boy and dragged him down on top of him. After much tickling and
wiggling, Spike ending up straddling the boy. With his vampire strength, it was
easy to hold him down without hurting him. “Now,” he said calmly, looking
down at the panting Xander. “You are going to apply at all those places. It
will only cost you time and you have plenty of that.” Xander went limp in defeat.
“But they want resumes, and I don’t have a resume.” Spike grinned. “Yes, you
do.” “No. I don’t.” “Yes you do. I was bored the
other day and typed one up for you. You’ll have to have copies made, so be
careful of the original.” Reluctantly, Spike let the boy
up so he could examine the document. Eyeing the vampire, Xander went
over to the stack of papers beside his old, manual typewriter. It had been a
gift from Giles so he could neatly fill out job applications. He picked up the
top sheet and read it over, expecting made-up jobs like stripper or donkey
washer. He found it was a neatly typed, formally presented resume. A smile broke
out. “Hey, I’d hire me. Why’d you do this?” “Someone has to keep me in
blood. I had to fudge on some of the dates, but I think I covered the important
bits.” “Thanks, Spike,” Xander
grinned. He carefully put the paper back and attacked again. This time it ended
with Xander on top of Spike. They both knew Spike could easily throw off the
human. Xander grinned down at the vampire who kept bucking his hips upwards.
“Trying to make me earn my flowers?” he asked. “Yeah, ya tart. I buy you
flowers and dinner and I didn’t even get a kiss.” Suddenly, Xander leaned
down and kissed Spike, hard at first, then more softly. He broke away and looked
down into the dilated blue eyes. “Thanks, Spike.” Xander climbed off and
started putting on his shoes. “Where are you going?” “Out, for a little while. I
have to make copies of my resume and see if I can find a nice shirt at the
Goodwill. I need to get out of this hole. It’s starting to effect my mind,”
Xander explained with a smile.
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