'Neverland' - Epilogue - S/X - adult
Well, I said i was gonna do an epilogue, and i did! Finally. Just at the one-month mark. Sheesh
Anyway, thanks go out to the usual suspects - reremouse for the beta/once over thingy and sweptawaybayou for the bouncing up and down. :)
It's still nicely frigid here, but my pocketbook suffers as that means the electric bill is sky high. Blah! The next house we live in? Gas heat. Jayzus.
So - epilogue! Thanks for being patient - it's a little strange, as epilogues go, i think, but it's what the boys gave me, so... Enjoy!
Previous Neverland chapters are here.
"Hey, Spike! You awake?"
"Well I am now," Spike muttered into his pillow. He tracked Xander's footsteps from the front door to the bed - listened to the little hops and the sliding thumps that were Xander's boots being yanked off en route and tossed. Then the mattress lurched as Xander flopped down onto it and Spike levered himself up onto his elbows, pillow bunched between his forearms. Squinting at Xander through his lashes.
"It's almost six," Xander said.
"So? Still light out."
"When did that ever stop you?" Xander crossed one leg over the other and regarded Spike with a thoughtful stare. "There's a Bruce Lee retrospective at the Castro tonight."
"Bully for the Castro, then." Spike let his head thump back down onto the pillow. It hurt. Quite a lot.
"So...your research... You were pretty wasted when you came home this morning." Xander's hand settled on the back of Spike's neck, kneading gently. "Did you... How'd that go?"
"You wondering if it worked?" Spike asked, every muscle going a little tense, now.
Xander just kept kneading. "Well...yeah. I mean...not that I... I guess it's private," he ended lamely, and his fingers stilled for a moment in their rhythm. Started back up, a little ragged.
"It is a little personal," Spike said and Xander's fingers stopped again - started to slip away. "You git." Spike lifted his head, looking over at Xander with a frown. "It's not personal. And since you asked, yes."
"Yes, what?" Xander stared for a moment and Spike stared back, eyebrow going up. "Oh. Oh. Yes, it worked?" Spike raised both eyebrows. "It did work. Oh, wow. Oh....wow. So. Now you're all..." Xander's hand came off Spike's neck as he gestured, hands waving aimlessly in the air. "You're all..."
"Normal. Now I'm back to normal." Which was something Spike was going to celebrate with alcohol, blood and violence. Soon. As soon as his head stopped feeling like it had been in the way of a ten-ton lorry.
"Yeah. Normal. Except you look kinda...night-afterish," Xander said, propping himself on one elbow and looking Spike over with a critical gaze.
"Feel night-afterish. Except there was no night. Just a bloody great zap of electricity."
"They fried it?" Xander's hand crept back across the sheets - slid up Spike's ribs and went back to gently kneading the back of Spike's neck.
Spike let his head drop down onto the pillow again. "Like a chip. And it bloody well hurt."
"I'll bet. I mean, I remember this one time in shop class I accidentally electrocuted myself on this lamp we were supposed to be making. Well, not electrocuted really, I guess, 'cause I'm not dead, but -"
"Christ's sake," Spike muttered. He flopped himself inelegantly onto Xander, surprising a squeak out of him. "My head hurts."
"I'm sorry," Xander said. On automatic.
Spike sighed. "Not blaming you. Just telling you. In case you wanted to do something about it." Spike blinked up at Xander, digging his chin into Xander's sternum a little and Xander blinked back.
"In case I...oh." The confused-puppy face became the 'this is my sexy' face, which made Spike snigger into Xander's button-up. Xander poked him in the shoulder. "Not exactly the response I was looking for."
"You're just so bloody..."
"Don't say it!"
"Cute. Christ, it's like bedding a big Labrador pup."
Xander made a cross with his fingers and Spike flickered into his demon-face and then back to human, wincing. "Please don't tell me you actually know what sex with dogs is like."
"That's sodding disgusting."
"You are the one that brought it up, my fine fanged friend."
Spike grabbed hold of Xander with arms and legs and rolled, bringing Xander down over him. Xander yelped and braced himself on his elbows and Spike made a pained sort of moan. "Christ. Like being hit in the head with a sledgehammer. A hot sledgehammer."
"Aww. Poor you. Maybe I could..." Xander leaned in a little and pressed his lips carefully to Spike's forehead. "...make it all better?"
"Maybe you could," Spike said. He slid his hands down Xander's back and burrowed under the hem of the shirt and t-shirt Xander was wearing, lifting and tugging until Xander sat up a little and pulled both shirts off over his head. "Been out in the sun again," Spike observed, fingertips feathering over the blush of pink on Xander's honey-tan collarbones.
"I was down at China Beach. Took my shirt off." Xander let his legs straddle Spike's hips and leaned down, pushing his nose into Spike's cheek. He breathed there for a moment, his hands doing a slow glide up Spike's arms and back down. He was warm - fever warm where the sun had pinked him - and Spike lifted his own hands and stroked them down Xander's back. He felt Xander's mouth move - open - felt his lips and tongue mouthing over the point of Spike's jaw. "You taste like burnt sugar," Xander murmured, and Spike pushed his fingertips past the waist of Xander's jeans, pressing into the curve of muscle there.
"Toasted marshmallow, you say?" Spike said, and Xander snorted into Spike's neck - bit down hard enough to sting, his tongue licking at the reddened flesh.
"Flaming, actually."
"Git."
"Ah ah ah." Xander lifted his head up, pouting at Spike. "Be nice, or no num nums."
"If you're gonna call it that -"
"Shut up, Spike."
Xander was a damn good kisser, so Spike happily shut up. Happily let Xander lick and nip and suck from neck to hipbones to belly. Ecstatically let Xander go down on him with the sloppy eagerness of a novice, making appreciative noises and tangling his fingers in all that heavy, silken hair.
He barely even noticed when Tink flew in and sprawled out on Spike's belly and humped himself to a tiny, messy orgasm in Spike's navel.
"So you're like - the big bad vampire now, huh?" Xander asked breathlessly, naked, grinding his cock down onto Spike's hip. His hair all hanging in his eyes and his cheeks flushed - lips red and plump, inviting.
"Exactly. Not on any bloody leash anymore. It's fists and fangs anytime I like, now."
Xander stopped moving for a moment - stuck out his lip and blew his hair up and off his forehead. It immediately flopped back down and he stared at Spike through the strands. A long, considering look. Then he started moving again, making a little moan of pleasure when Spike's hands cupped his ass - pressed and stroked and teased over the sensitive skin between the cheeks.
"You know what? I think that's kinda...oh God...kinda fuckin' hot," Xander panted and Spike had to agree.
Anyway, thanks go out to the usual suspects - reremouse for the beta/once over thingy and sweptawaybayou for the bouncing up and down. :)
It's still nicely frigid here, but my pocketbook suffers as that means the electric bill is sky high. Blah! The next house we live in? Gas heat. Jayzus.
So - epilogue! Thanks for being patient - it's a little strange, as epilogues go, i think, but it's what the boys gave me, so... Enjoy!
Previous Neverland chapters are here.
"Hey, Spike! You awake?"
"Well I am now," Spike muttered into his pillow. He tracked Xander's footsteps from the front door to the bed - listened to the little hops and the sliding thumps that were Xander's boots being yanked off en route and tossed. Then the mattress lurched as Xander flopped down onto it and Spike levered himself up onto his elbows, pillow bunched between his forearms. Squinting at Xander through his lashes.
"It's almost six," Xander said.
"So? Still light out."
"When did that ever stop you?" Xander crossed one leg over the other and regarded Spike with a thoughtful stare. "There's a Bruce Lee retrospective at the Castro tonight."
"Bully for the Castro, then." Spike let his head thump back down onto the pillow. It hurt. Quite a lot.
"So...your research... You were pretty wasted when you came home this morning." Xander's hand settled on the back of Spike's neck, kneading gently. "Did you... How'd that go?"
"You wondering if it worked?" Spike asked, every muscle going a little tense, now.
Xander just kept kneading. "Well...yeah. I mean...not that I... I guess it's private," he ended lamely, and his fingers stilled for a moment in their rhythm. Started back up, a little ragged.
"It is a little personal," Spike said and Xander's fingers stopped again - started to slip away. "You git." Spike lifted his head, looking over at Xander with a frown. "It's not personal. And since you asked, yes."
"Yes, what?" Xander stared for a moment and Spike stared back, eyebrow going up. "Oh. Oh. Yes, it worked?" Spike raised both eyebrows. "It did work. Oh, wow. Oh....wow. So. Now you're all..." Xander's hand came off Spike's neck as he gestured, hands waving aimlessly in the air. "You're all..."
"Normal. Now I'm back to normal." Which was something Spike was going to celebrate with alcohol, blood and violence. Soon. As soon as his head stopped feeling like it had been in the way of a ten-ton lorry.
"Yeah. Normal. Except you look kinda...night-afterish," Xander said, propping himself on one elbow and looking Spike over with a critical gaze.
"Feel night-afterish. Except there was no night. Just a bloody great zap of electricity."
"They fried it?" Xander's hand crept back across the sheets - slid up Spike's ribs and went back to gently kneading the back of Spike's neck.
Spike let his head drop down onto the pillow again. "Like a chip. And it bloody well hurt."
"I'll bet. I mean, I remember this one time in shop class I accidentally electrocuted myself on this lamp we were supposed to be making. Well, not electrocuted really, I guess, 'cause I'm not dead, but -"
"Christ's sake," Spike muttered. He flopped himself inelegantly onto Xander, surprising a squeak out of him. "My head hurts."
"I'm sorry," Xander said. On automatic.
Spike sighed. "Not blaming you. Just telling you. In case you wanted to do something about it." Spike blinked up at Xander, digging his chin into Xander's sternum a little and Xander blinked back.
"In case I...oh." The confused-puppy face became the 'this is my sexy' face, which made Spike snigger into Xander's button-up. Xander poked him in the shoulder. "Not exactly the response I was looking for."
"You're just so bloody..."
"Don't say it!"
"Cute. Christ, it's like bedding a big Labrador pup."
Xander made a cross with his fingers and Spike flickered into his demon-face and then back to human, wincing. "Please don't tell me you actually know what sex with dogs is like."
"That's sodding disgusting."
"You are the one that brought it up, my fine fanged friend."
Spike grabbed hold of Xander with arms and legs and rolled, bringing Xander down over him. Xander yelped and braced himself on his elbows and Spike made a pained sort of moan. "Christ. Like being hit in the head with a sledgehammer. A hot sledgehammer."
"Aww. Poor you. Maybe I could..." Xander leaned in a little and pressed his lips carefully to Spike's forehead. "...make it all better?"
"Maybe you could," Spike said. He slid his hands down Xander's back and burrowed under the hem of the shirt and t-shirt Xander was wearing, lifting and tugging until Xander sat up a little and pulled both shirts off over his head. "Been out in the sun again," Spike observed, fingertips feathering over the blush of pink on Xander's honey-tan collarbones.
"I was down at China Beach. Took my shirt off." Xander let his legs straddle Spike's hips and leaned down, pushing his nose into Spike's cheek. He breathed there for a moment, his hands doing a slow glide up Spike's arms and back down. He was warm - fever warm where the sun had pinked him - and Spike lifted his own hands and stroked them down Xander's back. He felt Xander's mouth move - open - felt his lips and tongue mouthing over the point of Spike's jaw. "You taste like burnt sugar," Xander murmured, and Spike pushed his fingertips past the waist of Xander's jeans, pressing into the curve of muscle there.
"Toasted marshmallow, you say?" Spike said, and Xander snorted into Spike's neck - bit down hard enough to sting, his tongue licking at the reddened flesh.
"Flaming, actually."
"Git."
"Ah ah ah." Xander lifted his head up, pouting at Spike. "Be nice, or no num nums."
"If you're gonna call it that -"
"Shut up, Spike."
Xander was a damn good kisser, so Spike happily shut up. Happily let Xander lick and nip and suck from neck to hipbones to belly. Ecstatically let Xander go down on him with the sloppy eagerness of a novice, making appreciative noises and tangling his fingers in all that heavy, silken hair.
He barely even noticed when Tink flew in and sprawled out on Spike's belly and humped himself to a tiny, messy orgasm in Spike's navel.
"So you're like - the big bad vampire now, huh?" Xander asked breathlessly, naked, grinding his cock down onto Spike's hip. His hair all hanging in his eyes and his cheeks flushed - lips red and plump, inviting.
"Exactly. Not on any bloody leash anymore. It's fists and fangs anytime I like, now."
Xander stopped moving for a moment - stuck out his lip and blew his hair up and off his forehead. It immediately flopped back down and he stared at Spike through the strands. A long, considering look. Then he started moving again, making a little moan of pleasure when Spike's hands cupped his ass - pressed and stroked and teased over the sensitive skin between the cheeks.
"You know what? I think that's kinda...oh God...kinda fuckin' hot," Xander panted and Spike had to agree.