Day Of Days

By Sajinn

Chapter Six

Xander hummed gaily as he strode down the dimly lit sidewalks of Sunnydale, a spring in his step and a sparkle in his eye. Life was good, better than good it was great and wow, he knew he looked like a fool but he didn't care. He was in such a damned good mood he didn't mind that he had Duran Duran songs stuck in his head.

"Life's a bitch, but I'm fine—making love to the ultimate mind," He sang to himself as he drew near the Magic Box. Tonight was research and patrol night, just like the night before, and the night before that… Yeah, they were in a rut. Oh well, it wasn't enough to spoil his sex-induced good mood. Nothing like a constant flood of testosterone, endorphins and other lovely neurochemicals to make one a happy camper.

He saw Willow walking towards the shop and started to shout out a greeting, only to find a cold hand clamped over his mouth as he was dragged into a dark alleyway. No… he was *not* being attacked. This was so not happening. Xander struggled against his captor, trying to reach one of his stakes. He'd just gotten a hand on one when something caught his attention. Cigarettes. Whiskey. Leather. His soap—the soap that Willow made just for him, so that he wouldn't smell like anyone else. Anya never, *never* touched that soap. In fact, the only person who had ever borrowed it was—

"Evening, pet," Spike murmured, taking his hand off Xander's mouth. The vampire shifted to one side, careful to place Xander's body between himself and the stake the boy was clasping.

"Spike," Xander gasped, eyes wide. "You came maybe two seconds from getting dusted. What the hell were you thinking?"

The blonde snorted. "You think you could've dusted me?"

Xander grinned wryly. "Probably not, but I'd have put up a good fight. I thought you were gonna spend the evening cheating Clem out of his kittens," He continued, remembering the meat of their early morning conversation.

Spike shrugged. "I am, after a bit."

"So what's with the dragging me into an alley thing?" Xander inquired. "We are still meeting up after?" Maybe Spike had changed his mind…

"Oh, we are," Spike said silkily. "Wouldn't want to leave you wanting, though."

"Wanting? I'm fine at the moment," Xander said.

Spike closed the distance between them, pressing his chest against Xander's back. He edged them closer to the main street, so that Xander could see Willow walking towards the shop. She was still some distance off, but getting closer with every step. "Hmmm…" Spike murmured, rubbing his cheek against Xander's neck. "That's too bad."

Xander shuddered as that dark voice wrapped around his head, drawing him in. Spike was *not* going to try anything here, just half a block from the shop. He was evil, yeah, but not that evil… was he?

Spike ran one slender hand down the front of Xander's shirt, letting his fingers catch on the boy's jeans. He was immensely gratified to find Xander hard already, brought to arousal by a few words and a single caress. The vampire decided that he should space out the lad's introduction to kink, so he went ahead and unzipped those now-tight trousers and freed the boy's erection, wrapping his fingers around the thick length. Xander groaned and arched back, letting his head fall on Spike's shoulder even as he pushed his cock into the vampire's cold hand.

"Spike," Xander warned breathlessly. "Willow's gonna pass by here in like two minutes."

Spike began to jack the boy off, pinching the leaking head of his cock closed, teasing his balls, and generally driving the kid insane. "Yeah, that's right. Red's gonna amble on by here. She's gonna be going on her merry way, right up until she hears somebody gasping for air. Then the stake'll come out and she'll run right up to you. Gonna save your neck, right?" Spike hissed into Xander's ear.

Xander rolled his head to one side, exposing a long column of flesh to Spike's gaze. The blonde suckled gently, not wanting to leave the boy with an attention-grabbing mark. That would have to wait, until they had time for a proper shagging. "And she's gonna see you like this, your cock in my hand, my mouth on your neck. And she'll know you want it, you love it, that she can't do this to you and Buffy can't either, because you've never been this hard, have you?"

"Spike!" Xander wailed, bucking helplessly as he came, control lost in a seething frenzy of sibilant hisses and unnaturally cold touches. He felt himself, hot and liquid, covering Spike's hand, felt the vampire wringing him dry, catching that last little bit. He came forever, long after he stopped coming. Xander yelped when Spike slapped his ass, a hissed 'six' whistling past his ear.

Spike supported Xander's dead weight with one arm while the boy recovered. All too soon Xander was reaching for his zipper, frantically putting himself to rights before Willow reached them. The blonde watched in amusement as Xander glanced around, looking for any lingering…evidence. He also enjoyed the way Xander's jaw dropped when he realized what Spike was doing.

"Ah…" Xander murmured absently, watching as a cool, wet tongue wrapped around one of Spike's fingers, laving at a few remaining drops of Xander's release. Spike slowly cleaned himself, licking with feline thoroughness. "Willow…"

"Evening, Red," Spike said as Willow came into view. Xander jumped and turned around, trying to block the girl's view of Spike.

"Spike!" Willow said, surprised. "And Xander. Why are you in a dark alley with Spike?"

"On my way to the shop," Xander said quickly. "Saw Spike, stopped to threaten."

Willow nodded. "Good. Threatening Spike is good. Bad vampire. Go away. Nothing for you to fight tonight."

Spike nodded briefly. "Right, then. I'll just be off. Tell the Slayer I'm around if she needs me."

Xander suppressed a smirk. "She doesn't need you, Spike."

"None of us need you," Willow added. "And stop intimidating the drunks near campus!"

Spike and Xander shared a very brief but positive glance before the blonde retreated into the alley and disappeared. "So, what's on the research agenda tonight?" Xander asked Willow as they made their way to the Magic Box.

"Fungus demons," Willow said firmly.

"Oh, how nice." Xander *hated* reading about fungus demons.

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