3 Inches - Part 18 of 21
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Part 18
“Thought, you were gone.” Xander squeaks, when he finds Spike, Garld and Broum sitting in the small kitchenette downstairs.
“So did I, mate.” Spike flips and shrugs, demonstrating disinterest by turning away.
“I’m going.” Xander says, unsure why he feels so relieved that Spike’s still around and, at the same time, is bothered by Spike’s presence. “I mean, I work. I’ll be back, I mean, at work in the back... urgh” Frustrated, he turns and flees into the workshop.
“’S got his knickers all in a twist. Didn’t do a thing to him.” Spike says to Garld and Broum who look at him amused. “Not planning to do anything to him anyway. I’m out of here as soon as the sun sets.”
“Course you are. Someone could think you’re all tamed and kept on leash, couldn’t they.” Broum fills Spike’s shot glass again. The vampire downs it without hesitation and holds it out again. “Tamed! Pffft.” He scoffs. Garld grins at Broum evilly before speaking: “Someone could think you’d a pet human at your beck and call - domestic luxury. Gotten into the slayer’s inner circle - gotten impunity...” Broum bites the inside of his cheeks to keep from laughing. His wife is evil when she wants something. Spike downs another shot clearly thinking deeply about the options this situation offers him.
“Maybe -there’s just one failure in your plan. Boy’s not going to want me staying here.” Spike says and rolls his eyes at Garld. She didn’t think she could get him this easily, did she?
“Boy has been awfully quiet and lonely before this” Broum holds up his hand, pointy finger and thumb showing three Inches “thing. I rather like him all freaked out rather than depressed. I can find things for you to do, get some money for yourself, have an excuse to be around...”
“Nah” Spike holds out his glass, gets it filled and then drinks the whisky down before setting the glass on the table forcefully. “I’m going to go tell him the good news. Thanks for the liquid courage.” Spike winks at Garld and stands up and leaves for the back room in one fluent movement.
When Spike comes stomping through the door, Xander can’t help but feel threatened. Spike’s impressive when he’s determined, all hard edges and sharp movements. Before Xander can react at all Spike has pressed him up on the workbench, his slim hips between Xander’s thighs, his hands on the work bench, wrists touching Xander’s hips. Xander’s breath stutters when Spike leans in, eyes straying down to Xander’s lips before meeting Xander’s eyes again. “Tell you something so you listen closely, alright?” Xander swallows, hard, throat suddenly gone dry, reduced to nodding dumbly. “I’m staying. I’m staying here, I’m staying with you.” Xander’s eyes open wide in disbelief - he’s just not sure whether Spike’s staying feels like a good or a bad thing. “You... what makes you say that... I mean...” Spike interrupts him with a hard frown, eyes going to slits for a second.
“You want to know why?” Spike asks, voice like a sword, blue eyes burning. Xander’s heart finds a way to beat even faster, he can feel his palms getting wet and his body starts shaking. Fight or flight - a life altering moment. He nods, barely.
Spike smirks, eyes flickering gold for a fraction of time. “There is exactly one reason and only one reason. Never,” Spike growls when Xander’s eyes look down. Xander adjusts, staring, sinking into the emotional swirl of gold and blue. “Never let anybody tell you differently. I stay because,” Spike grabs Xander’s hips roughly, yanks Xander against his body, lips only an inch away from Xander’s so the boy feels Spike’s breath puffing over them. “Because you - are - mine. Mine. Understood?”
Xander whimpers, overwhelmed, eyes full of scared relief and it’s enough of an answer for Spike. He leans in and puts his lips to Xander’s mouth, tongue demanding entry roughly and getting it. Xander moans into the kiss and his arm comes up - involuntarily - to cup around Spike’s neck and pull him deeper into himself. Hardness grinds against him and for a second he feels like he might panic but then he feels his own hardness wanting just the same and that must be okay then. Spike has a strong grip on his hips and it feels just right, not too hard but hard enough and he wonders just when exactly he decided it was alright to be Spike’s.
“I want to taste you.” Spike murmurs in the kiss, takes away his tongue that feels so incredible - cool - against Xander’s. Xander complains with noises, not with words and Spike’s tongue comes back, stroking inside his mouth like a hard shaft could ... - all thoughts leave when Xander feels Spike’s fingers opening his pants, pulling down his zipper, they find their way under his boxers and close around Xander who arches upwards. “Let me taste you, luv.” Spike nearly begs and pulls his mouth from Xander’s hot lips. “Okay, okay, yeah.” Xander breathes in time with each thrust of Spike’s fist and lets his head fall back, turns it a little to the side, trusting, baring his throat to the vampire.
Unaware of that display of trust, that invitation, Spike follows with his mouth to where his eyes are fixated already. Unable to process the feeling, expecting the biting pain, Xander cries out when his hardness is engulfed in cool, wet silk. His head snaps forward, looking down into blue eyes burning with lust and want and need, sharp cheekbones that stick out even more now Spike’s mouth is working, sucking, licking on him.
Involuntarily, Xander thrusts forward, he can’t help it, but Spike doesn’t draw back, doesn’t pull away, just takes him in deeper. Xander’s hand tangles in the short blonde hair and instead of pushing Spike back as intended, because that can’t be comfortable to take him inside this deeply, he holds Spike’s head and arches upwards, burying the vampire’s nose into his black crisp curls and comes, shooting down Spike’s throat, one, two, three-four times.
Xander is still trying to get his bearings while Spike zips him up.
“Your taste is delicious, Xander.” Spike purrs and kisses him again. Xander can taste himself in Spike’s mouth. “Spike, I...” Xander starts between kisses and Spike calms him. “Ssh, boy, you’re mine. Nothing that can change that and you won’t want to because you know it’s the truth.” Spike whispers and looks intently into Xander’s eyes. Beneath the obvious worry and fear Spike can see curiosity and longing. It won’t be long until Xander will understand too, that he belongs to Spike now.
“I have to think about this.” Xander says and tries to put some distance between them. Spike takes a step back, lets Xander jump down from the work bench. “I can’t just... turn gay!” The boy squeaks, embarrassment reddening his face. Spike chuckles. He had thought about a thousand arguments Xander might come up with at this point of their relationship like vampire, undead, soulless, tried to kill him and his friends, tried it often, everything - but not the issue of being straight, gay, bi or whatever.
“This is not funny in the least, Spike!” Xander yells and gets into Spike’s face, grabs the lapels of the vampire’s duster and shakes him. Spike’s hands automatically go to Xander’s hips, pulling the boy flush against him and suddenly Xander’s arms are over Spike’s shoulders, holding the vampire in an intimate embrace. Xander stares down into Spike’s face, the blue eyes sparkling with challenge and lust. Spike grinds his still hard shaft against Xander’s body and moans, lips falling open, irises darkening. The sense of power Xander possesses over this supernatural, mighty creature brings headiness. Then there is a flash of memory... Spike’s lips, which were just minutes ago wrapped around his cock, giving so much pleasure to him, are now waiting for him. The tip of Spike’s tongue peeks out, wetting lips for the inevitable just before Xander - carefully - takes his own to Spike’s mouth to seek out a completely new world of sexual entertainment.
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Unnoticed by the kissing couple, Garld and Broum are watching them through the left-open door. “See, they’re kissing again and this time Xander initiated it!” She whispers at her husband who glares, teasing her: “Wouldn’t call the things they did before ‘kissing’ even if lips were definitely involved.” Garld hides her giggles in her hand and Broum rolls his eyes. “You’re a bad girl, Garli, even in your old age.” Broum whispers in her ear, using that voice and Garld smiles, eyes twinkling. “You should know. The older, the better.” Broum growls at her and grabs her, pulling her away into the office. “Your office now. Or do I have to pull you by your hair?”
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