“W-E-I-R-D. That’s nine points for me,”
Xander declared, as he placed the letters on the playing board. *And weird doesn’t even begin to cover it.*
He stole a glance at the two blondes who were both deep in concentration. *I’m playing Scrabble with an ex-demon who
is more than fifty times my age – jeez talk about robbing the cradle – and a
vampire who reads children’s books while listening to the Doors and smoking
pot. Who both know how I like my coffee.* He lifted his Spiderman mug and
took a sip. *Perfect.*
He felt relaxed. Okay, that was a complete and
utter lie. He was extra twitchy, but in a happy way. It was like a chocolate
fuelled sugar high, only not so heavy with the calories. Breakfast had turned
into a comfortable and cheerful brunch. Spike had done deliberately disgusting
things with his food, like pouring a mixture of blood and milk over his coco
pops or dunking his toast in blood. Xander had made the fuss that was expected
of him. But inwardly he’d chuckled because nothing could be quite as gross as
Anya’s cheeses, which smelled like something had crawled into the fridge and
died there.
Anya placed a word on the board and happily
tallied her points.
“Spike? Can I ask you something?” Xander asked,
not wanting to sound distrustful, but unable to suppress his curiosity.
“Sure,” Spike said absentmindedly. He rearranged
his letters and squinted at the board. Then he put down his tiles and presto,
Xander’s DENT became RESPLENDENT.
Anya added up the total, worked out the bonus
points, and frowned at her notepad. Spike was definitely in the lead now.
“What you said …hm… about not wanting to break
us up…um…”
“Trust me, the only way I ever wanted to come
between you two is in a sandwich,” Spike said slightly on edge, wondering why
Xander felt the need to bring the subject up AGAIN. “If you’re still worried…”
*Sandwich!* Xander’s rampant
imagination helpfully supplied him with a visual. A very explicit visual, that
sent a tingle through his body: Spike’s pale lean body writhing underneath him,
pounding into Anya, as he thrust his own cock into the vampire’s tight…
Suddenly, Xander’s pants felt a lot tighter than just moments before. *Not now!* he told himself and
forcefully pushed the image aside. *Bad
bad Xander!*
“No!” Xander snapped, meaning both the vampire
and his own wayward thoughts. “Not worried. Nope. It’s just, I believe you and all… but …you said it’s
not your M.O.… and I was wondering… why not?”
Spike looked up from his game pieces. He ran his
hand through his hair in a nervous gesture and took a deep breath. “For a time
there were four of us: Darla, Angelus, Dru and me,” he said hesitantly. “Darla
would sometimes go off on her own. Those were good times. Mostly. Then Angelus
got turned into Angel and scampered off to brood on his wicked ways. Dru and
me, we didn’t really get on well with Darla, so we traveled on our own, for
almost a century.” He smiled wistfully.
Xander nodded, trying to encourage the vampire
to carry on. In all the years he’d known him - *Jeez, it’s five years since he first came to Sunnydale!* - Spike
had never revealed any details about his early years – at least not to Xander.
“Anyway, when the great soddin’ poof had his big
happy and turned into Angelus again, that’s when things turned sour,” Spike
continued. “What we had - Dru and me…we… I always thought it would last, well,
forever, you know. Till death do us part or the sun turns cold and all that
sentimental rot - but then Angelus came along and wrecked it. He always liked
breaking… things. My princess only had eyes for him. That… well, it hurt.” He
dropped his gaze, still unaccustomed to the strange intimacy that was slowly
growing between them.
“I’m sorry,” Xander said, even though that was
an odd thing to say, for if Spike were still with Dru he sure as hell wouldn’t
be sitting here, about to win this round of Scrabble with words Xander had
never even heard of – but which the dictionary proved existed.
“I’m not sorry. If you two hadn’t broken up, you
wouldn’t be here with us right now,” Anya said truthfully, echoing Xander’s
thoughts. Nevertheless, she reached out to pat the vampire’s hand comfortingly,
before focusing on important things, like winning this game of Scrabble.
“Yeah well, no use cryin’ over spilt milk
anyway,” Spike said with a shrug. “Got a hundred and twenty years worth of
memories,” he continued, dropping his voice to a more seductive rumble, “In
fact, quite a few of ‘em are x-rated. Some of ‘em very handy for what you’re
planning…”
Anya lifted her eyes from the playing board and
stared at the vampire. Her imagination was working overtime and a tiny part of
her, in the back of her head, was unashamedly taking mental notes for her
‘Bunny Autumns’-saga.
Xander, too, was suddenly overwhelmed by the
mental image of Spike, Angel and Drusilla in one big oversized bed, their limbs
intertwined, licking and kissing and sucking and thrusting… *Ew?* Well maybe not so much, because
Xander felt himself utterly turned on. He swallowed. His mouth suddenly felt
dry. He opened it up to say something witty, but nothing came out, and he just
knew he looked like a carp.
Spike leaned back. He tilted his head and
flashed them a calculated, predatory grin, doing that …thing!… with his tongue:
making its tip dart out and curl between gleaming white teeth.
Xander felt like a cat mesmerized by a dangling
piece of string: ready to pounce. Oh, to capture that impish tongue with his
mouth and play with it… - which was undoubtedly the desired effect. *Spike, you diabolical fiend!* From the
amused look on the vampire’s face, Xander could tell that the vampire sensed
his – he glanced at Anya, correction: their – heightened interest. *Interest? Hah! What a euphemism!* “Jeez, Spike, watch what you’re saying! Now
I’ve got all kinds of pornographic images in my head!” he finally choked out.
“Good,” Spike grinned.
As far as Spike was concerned, they were way
into foreplay. His gaze was traveling from one to the other. *Oh, yes…* The scent of arousal that
wafted over from the two was tantalizing.
They were sitting round Harris’s dinner table.
The two humans might not be able to smell the vampire’s arousal but they had
eyes and the table had a glass surface… He shifted languidly on his seat, both
to get more comfortable and to draw Anya and Xander’s attention to the erection
that was creating a visible bulge in the shining black leather. Spike saw
Xander’s gaze drop to his crotch and flicker upwards again.
“I think,” Spike said conversationally and got
up under the pretence of bringing his
empty Batman mug to the sink, “we should have a dress rehearsal.”
“What do you mean?” Anya asked with great
interest. Her heart was beating faster in anticipation. She watched as Spike
sauntered back to the table, but not to sit down. Instead, he walked up to her
until he stood behind her chair. After a moment of hesitation, he reached out
and took the pen out of her grip. He dropped it on the table. Then his
fingertip began to paint small circles on the warm skin of her left hand. His
cool touch sent a wave of heat through her body.
“I mean, we don’t have to wait for your
birthday, now do we? In fact, we should probably practice a bit,” Spike said,
his voice soft, enticing. He let his gaze travel from Xander to Anya and back.
Carefully, as if testing the water, he ran his index finger lightly from her
wrist to her elbow and then to her shoulder. “You know what they say, practice
makes perfect…Come on, you know you want to.”
“Now?” Xander squealed.
“Now?” Anya asked expectantly.
“Of course, why not? It IS possible to have sex
spontaneously, you know.” He repeated his ministrations on her other arm,
relishing the silky feel of her skin and the way she smelled.
“Oh, that’s a good idea,” Anya exclaimed, sounding
slightly breathless. She craned her neck to look at the vampire. “Sunday is a
great day for spontaneous sex. We could, for instance…” she petered off
uncertainly, as she was suddenly not sure which of her fantasies she would like
to become real.
“Ah ah,” Spike chided her gently. “This isn’t a
shopping list we’re making, pet. Stop thinking, luv. Takes all the fun out.
Just feel. See what happens.” He caressed both her hands, her wrists and lower
arms, slowly working his way towards her shoulders. He brushed her hair aside,
then bent down and languidly kissed her exposed neck, along the jugular.
Content to let the vampire set the pace, Anya just arched towards him
invitingly.
Spike shot a glance at Xander.
The young man was quite entranced by the vampire’s
actions. Xander realized he was being tested, but he was not offended. Not long
ago, Spike had said something about this, what was it? ‘I can’t see you letting
me touch your honey’ or something. They had talked about trust. Funny how
quickly things had changed between them… Watching Spike caress Anya was no way
as high on the freak-o-meter as he’d expected. On the contrary, Xander’s body
was tingling with desire. Anya was so pretty and desirable. And the almost
reverent way in which Spike was touching her was incredibly erotic. Xander
could almost feel the vampire’s hands on his own skin, his cool lips on his own
throat. It made him ache with want. He swallowed and wondered what the others
would think if he opened his pants to get more comfortable.
Spike shook off all lingering doubt and
hesitation. He allowed his hands to roam over Anya’s body, concentrating on its
softness and warmth, committing everything he learned to memory. He reached for
the front of her sleeveless blouse and began to unbutton it, revealing the
black bra she wore underneath. Meanwhile he was teasing her earlobe and neck
with his lips. When the buttons were undone she leaned forward, allowing him to
push the garment off her shoulders. Xander watched in fascination. Almost out
of its own accord his hand was coming to rest lightly on his burning cock that
was straining against the inside of the zipper.
“You’re beautiful, luv, so beautiful,” Spike
murmured admiringly as his fingers trailed over her heated body. Anya smiled,
drawing great reassurance from the compliment. Okay, Xander paid her
compliments too. But as her fiancé he was under a moral obligation to do so,
wasn’t he? After all, that was part of being in love, right? She shot a glance
at Xander. Did he enjoy watching them? Well, obviously his penis did. *Yay!*
“You are very handsome yourself, Spike,” Anya
replied truthfully. “I look forward to seeing you naked again.”
*I
second that!* Xander thought.
Spike chuckled. “And you shall, sweet pea. You
shall.”
He undid the clasp that tied her hair in a
ponytail and ran a hand through her hair, enjoying the silky sensation. He
gently tilted her head upwards, then bent down to press his lips on hers. Her
lips parted willingly under his probing tongue. It was a slow kiss, not wild or
demanding like last night, but sweet and promising. Both savored the moment,
allowing the passion to build slowly.
Xander watched. Feeling decidedly wayward, he
opened his pants and began to squeeze his shaft rhythmically, through the thin
fabric of his boxers.
Finally, Spike pulled back to allow Anya to
breathe. He quickly transferred his attention from one human to the other. He
was surprised to see Xander touching himself and arched his eyebrow to say so,
but then he gave a brief nod and turned back to Anya as she got up and came
towards him. Holding his gaze she slowly reached out to cup his face and trace
the contour of his eyebrow with her fingertips, tenderly ghosting over the
scar.
Spike inhaled audibly. He was not used to being
touched like that.
Anya paused, but when Spike pulled her into his
arms for a barrage of kisses, increasingly intense and demanding, she decided
it had been an expression of surprise, not displeasure. She left her hand in
place, while running the other through his gelled hair. She melted into his
embrace, eager to feel the vampire’s hard body in as many places as possible,
responding to his chill with even more heat. She could feel herself growing wet
between her legs. It was almost like an ache, this need to touch and be touched…
“Spike,” she breathed his name, when his tongue
darted out to moisten her heated skin and dip into that soft ticklish spot
between her throat and her collarbone. He began to suck with abandon, giving
her a proper hickey before his lips trailed back to her face, kissing here,
nibbling there, until he captured her lower lip with blunt teeth and invaded
her mouth again with his tongue.
Suddenly, Xander’s hand was there as well,
covering Anya’s, his fingertips touching Spike’s brow.
His warm and muscular body was pressed against
Spike’s back and callused fingers slid under the vampire’s t-shirt. Spike could
feel the hard evidence of Xander’s desire rubbing against his backside. Hot
breath tickled his shoulders and the back of his neck. And then soft, nibbling
lips made him shudder.
Xander didn’t know where his sudden courage came
from. Maybe Spike and Anya’s lack of embarrassment was contagious. He gave
Anya’s hand an affectionate squeeze. Their eyes met and the same thought popped
into their heads - *Ours!* - before
their hands separated to dart south and push up Spike’s t-shirt in a joint
effort. Seconds later the shirt flew across the table, narrowly missing the
Scrabble board, and landed on a chair. Xander’s colorful shirt and t-shirt soon
followed.
Anya stepped back and hastily shimmied out of
her blue jeans, revealing a very revealing thong. Both men thought she was
breathtakingly pretty. Meanwhile, Xander’s wrapped his arms around the
vampire’s waist, increasing the pressure of Spike’s butt against his erection
and continued to tweak the skin on Spike’s shoulder with his teeth. Then Anya
was back. “Maybe,” Spike said, surprised and slightly dazed, as two pairs of
hands quite determinedly opened his pants and pushed them down to his ankles,
“maybe we should take this to some place more comfy?” He nodded towards the
bedroom. “Save the Postman-always-rings-twice acrobatics for later?”
Anya nodded. “Oh, we will get to the bed,” she
said, and knelt before him. “Eventually.” She tapped his ankle and he lifted his
foot obediently, pleasantly distracted by Xander’s fingers that were tracing
his abs and chest muscles. She repeated the procedure with the other leg.
*Presto,
no trousers.* Spike
thought.
And then – for a few seconds - he stopped
thinking altogether, because Anya firmly took his hard shaft in her hot little
hand and began to lick it as if it were a Popsicle. Spike gasped and arched
back against Xander, whose fingers were now playing with Spike’s hardening
nipples and whose erection was insistently humping against his backside. An
erection that was still restrained by too many layers of clothing, as Spike
came to realize once his brain was partly functioning again. He reached behind
him and gave Xander’s baggy pants a tug. With the buttons already open they
slid down at once.
Xander discarded them and when Spike’s fingers
began to push down his boxers, Xander got rid of them as well. *Oookay, naked now.* he thought. *Standing naked behind a naked Spike, oh
boy! All pokey and groiny.*
Spike leaned backwards, relishing the feel of
Xander’s skin on his back; Xander’s arms capturing him, holding him tight; that
hard thick dick undulating against his back, leaving a moist trail of pre-cum
on his skin; Anya’s tongue and lips working his cock, circling the tip, licking
and sucking first the swollen head then taking him deeper and deeper into her
sweet hot mouth…
“Anya…oh… yeah,” he mumbled. His left was buried
in her hair, his right hand rested on Xander’s thigh. “That’s it…
there…yes…good… HOLY SHIT!”
Xander smiled fondly, when the vampire bucked in
his arms. *Ah, Anya’s special move.*
He leaned towards Spike’s ear as if imparting a secret, his breath a warm
tickle. “Didn’t I tell you? No gag reflex.”
“She…she really doesn’t do things by halves,
does she,” Spike croaked admiringly, as Anya continued to deep-throat him,
while fondling his balls.
“Nope, all or nothing, that’s my girl,” Xander
said with proprietary pride and growing confidence. “Thoroughness, thy name is Anya.”
He placed his right hand between Spike’s shoulder blades. His heart was beating
like a mad drum at what he was about to do. He felt daring, adventurous - *in
a good, non-life-threatening way* .
His parents would freak big time if they knew, especially his Dad. God, he’d be
fuming. But for some reason Xander didn’t care. Not anymore. He mentally sent
them a two-fingered salute. With slow deliberation he slid his hand down the
other man’s spine to dip his middle finger teasingly into the crease between
those pale twin mounds.
“Oh…yes, there…” Spike breathed, liking the
direction this was taking. This was so good, there had to be a catch somewhere…
Then a thought tumbled through his head and he remembered… “No, wait! Hold on a
sec.”
“What now?” Xander’s hand stilled and Anya
paused as well
“Say Xander, shouldn’t we be concentrating our
efforts on Anya? It’s not MY birthday we’re …um… rehearsing here,” Spike said,
tapping into vestiges of chivalry he normally stomped on whenever they reared
their poofy head. “An’ I seem to be center stage… which is better than words
can say and maybe I shouldn’t look the gift horse in the mouth an’ all that…
but it’s not really what this is all about.” *Oh god, I’m babbling, I sound like Willow,* he groaned inwardly.
“That is very considerate of you, Spike,” Anya
replied, standing up. “But don’t worry, I intend to get as much fun out of my
present as possible. I mean, it’s not like you’re going anywhere. Not for a
long while, anyway.”
“I’m not?” Spike asked, feeling a bit unreal.
“Of course not. You’re my present, dummy,” she
smacked his head lightly, then kissed him squarely on the mouth, before she
continued: “Not a loan. And since Xander and I are engaged and love is all
about sharing, half of you belongs to him,” she said, smiling magnanimously.
She offered her mouth to Xander who was more than happy to press his lips on
hers and invade her mouth with his tongue.
Spike stood with his mouth open. *I got sucked into an alternate reality!*
“Can we get back to having sex now?” Anya asked
sweetly.
The birthday present blinked. Then he spread his
arms wide and invitingly. “Help yourselves,” Spike said, with a beatific smile
on his face. “All yours.”