We'll Always Belong TogetherBy Mys
He hasn't had nightmares in a long time. It seems to keep them at bay when Spike's here.
But some nights he still wakes up screaming. And when he does, Spike holds him.
Not tonight, though. Tonight he wakes up alone and sweaty, and he feels the shivers creeping up his spine like little spiders and no one's there to brush light touches over his shoulders and down his back just how he likes it and he just knows *that* would make the spiders go away.
So he does the next best thing. He pushes himself up and back till he's sitting pressed up against the headboard, legs pulled up to his chest, arms wrapped around his shins, chin resting on his knees.
And when he closes his eyes he can almost pretend that the coolness coming from the wood feels like the coolness he's so used to coming from alabaster-white skin.
And when he feels the wetness on his cheeks, he can almost pretend it's sweat because this *is* California after all and the nights are usually hot as hell especially if there's no one lying beside you who hasn't got body temperature and is comfortably cool against your overheated body.
And when he falls asleep again, huddled against the headboard, he can almost pretend it's because he's calm and not because he has exhausted himself.---
Xander wakes up again to the dipping in the mattress and the feeling of cool arms being wrapped around him and it makes him realize just how wrong the wood has felt all along.
"Hi baby, you're back."
Spike plants a soft kiss on his temple and mumbles "Yeah, I was just on a - "
"A blood run? Thought so."
"Yeah…"
And although Spike is here now, Xander can't find the strength to lie down again so they just sit there, silently.
"Bad dream?"
And Xander knows there's no point in lying so he just nods and feels the arms tighten around him in response as he moves a bit to place his head under
Spike's chin, resting his cheek on a sharp collarbone.
"Better now?"
Nod and a short glance upwards at the pale face hovering over him. *Yeah, much better, now that you're here.* But he doesn't say anything, just sits there and breathes in the scent he has come to love so much.
"Wanna talk about it?"
Shake against a cool chest and his own hair tickle his face as he moves his head so he stops again and just leans against Spike and after a moment he mumbles "Don't remember" because he wouldn't want Spike to think that he doesn't *want* to tell him.
"So…." Spike starts, expanding the word in announcement of what's to come.
"Wanna shag?"
Xander pushes himself up and glares at Spike, but it's ruined with laughter, and tiny wrinkles are showing at the corner of his eyes and Spike wants to kiss them but plays along with Xander, pretending to be angry at him.
"You can't make everything better with sex."
Spike tilts his head as if he would seriously consider that, then he nods.
"Yeah, maybe not. But you can damn well try! And trying would be fun, too. And it's not as if it hasn't worked in the past cause there was this one time, where…"
Xander leans forward to kiss him and shut him up and he isn't quite sure which one's the more important part.
Ok, he *is* sure because Spike can still make him melt with nothing more than a tiny kiss but the other one's a nice side effect he's not going to complain about.
As he pulls back, Spike has this smile on his face. The one smile Xander would really like to see more often on Spike because it would make his friends fully understand, why he fell in love with the blond.
It is the smile that says 'I did something good cause I made my Xan-Pet forget about his dreams and got him to kiss me instead'... just that Spike would never say something as silly as 'Xan-Pet' and Xander giggles as he thinks about it.
Spike raises an eyebrow but doesn't push as Xander just shakes his head, grinning. No point in letting the Big Bad know, that in Xander's head he wasn't
so big and bad now, is there?
"Wait here." Spike is up and out of the door in an instant and Xander contemplates for a moment if starting to whine would be worth the effort but before he decides for or against it, Spike is back and starts to strip him and as Spike flips him onto his belly, whining seems to be exactly the right thing to do, along with whimpering and maybe even some moaning as Spike starts to stroke slender hands down the tense back, putting pressure on all the right places as he loosens cramped muscles.
If Xander hadn't been so relaxed already he would have jumped as the cool liquid (no body temperature to warm it with, was there?) hit his shoulder blades and trickled down his spine.
Like this, Xander didn't even bother to open his eyes. He inhaled the herbal scent that filled the room and sighed happily before turning into a puddle of goo as the vampire's skilled hands started working on him again.
---
"Want me to tell you something, pet?"
Xander frowns and warily nods his head. *If you don't stop what you're doing you can do whatever you want.* And that did certainly make sense which did not. At least not in this dimension.
"Right then."
Spike shifts and places a leg on either side of Xander and the rough fabric of his pants rubs over Xander's naked legs and makes him shiver before Spike starts on his back again.
"I'd love to go dancing with you."
*Huh?*
"Huh?" Xander turns his head sideways on the pillow and tries to watch Spike out of the corner of his eye.
"Remember when I first came here? I saw you dancing with the Slayer in that Club you guys always go to."
"You noticed me?"
Spike wants to growl at the insecure stress on 'me' but he keeps it down. No sense in making a fuss about something they had discussed so many times without coming to an end.
"I noticed a lot then." He presses a kiss to one shoulder blade and mumbles, "Still do."
He clears his throat and starts massaging again.
"Anyway. So I was there to introduce myself to the Slayer, tell her I'd suck her dry and all that and you were there, dancing like no one was watching you." He leans down to lick along the shell of Xander's ear as he whispers. "You were all hot and slightly sweaty and I could feel your blood pulse through those delicate veins of yours and all I wanted to do was to bite you and drink deep." He catches Xander's earlobe between his teeth and as he gently bites down on it, Xander moans.
He sits up, slaps him on his bare backside and chuckles. "Kinky" He wriggles out of his jeans and lies back down beside Xander.
"You feeling better, luv?"
Soft nod. "Yeah, much."
"Relaxed?"
"Uh-hu." Yawn against Spikes ear as Xander turns around to snuggle against the blond.
"Sleepy, huh?"
"Rather, yeah." Another yawn, muffled by Spike's neck this time.
After they have rearranged themselves, Xander is once again lying half on top, half curled around Spike, his head resting on the smaller mans shoulder, face pressed into his neck. He has to bend his legs so that they don't stick out under the covers but Spike is happily complying anyway as Xander sneaks his legs under Spikes.
They lie there, creating an all too cliché-like contrast between tanned and pale legs, blond and brunette hair, and dark brown and light blue ones without anyone being there to see the beauty of it and as Xander already drifts off to sleep he feels Spike brush away the too long hair hanging over his ear, whispering to him."So... wanna shag now?"
~Fin~