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Summary: Post season 7 Xander, who has now found a career as a flight attendant, is about to run into Spike who was never in Sunnydale. Slash.

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BtVS/AtS Non-Crossover > Romance > Spike/Xander(Past Donor)CasFR1826,9913113,99720 Feb 0821 Feb 08Yes

Ch. 2

Arrgh... he’d dilly-dallied too long, and now he was way behind Spike in the hotel registry line. Feeling all jittery, he almost knocked his baggage over. Stupid luggage, he needed something new... something that didn’t flip over every time a hot pilot was within sight.

He watched the Captain’s long fingers close around a pen as he signed for his room. Then he accepted the keycards. Now what?

Oh God... what was he supposed to do now? Xander was still warring with his indecision when Spike walked toward him.


“What... yes I do...” Xander started.

“Meant Room. Room 6969,” Spike gave him a heated look. “You do?”

Xander swallowed, and before he could come back with a come-back, or a fix, or anything, the pilot was striding toward the elevators. Why was it he had to get all tongue-tied and confused around him!

It took forever. If anything could go wrong for the people registering before him, it did!

Finally, he had his own keycard in hand and was in his room in record time. He dropped his stuff on the bed and quickly freshened up. As he rinsed his mouth, he stared into the mirror and wondered how he’d gotten this lucky.

By the time he’d taken the elevator to the sixth floor, thoughts of peeling Captain Spike’s uniform off his glorious body tortured Xander into a state of extreme arousal. He muttered an apology to someone he brushed against as he passed the icemaker in the hall, but didn’t stop or slow down.

“Xander. Seem to be in a rush. Going to do anything special?”

That accent. Xander’s cock positively twitched. He turned and sucked in his breath at the sight of the Captain, in uniform, but bare footed and holding a full ice bucket.

“Uh. Capt...”

“Spike. Or William.”

“Ah...” Xander’s gaze clung to every inch of the man’s form.

“I didn’t change because I thought you liked the uni. Glad I didn’t miscalculate,” Spike smirked and walked up to Xander, putting his hand behind the boy’s back. “I just wanted to wet my whistle.”

“Wet your whistle... sure I can wet it...” Xander licked his lower lip.

Spike raised the bucket up. “Meant a drink, but you’re welcome to blow my whistle anytime.”

“You meant...oh... I meant.” Xander flushed. “Sorry, I’m a bit—“ Hand on ass! Spike’s hand was on his ass! He was rubbing a small circle, almost but not quite touching the cleft of his ass...closer and closer. He sucked in his breath. “I...”

“Blow. I know you do... and I can’t wait.” Spike glanced down at the bulge in Xander’s pants, amused by how much fun he had baiting the boy.

Xander swayed toward Spike, already breathing hard. He caught the Captain’s lapels, and found himself walked backwards toward room 6969, and that hand never strayed from his ass.

The slightly ajar door was pushed open, and before they were inside, their mouths were pressed together and Xander was helping Spike take his jacket off. The garment was dropped to the ground next to the ice bucket, and then they were struggling to get as close as possible to each other.

Hunger wasn’t unfamiliar to Spike. But the intensity of his desire for Xander so quickly after they’d fucked in the bathroom did surprise him. Not that he was in any state to rationalize his reactions when all he wanted was to be inside the boy again, in his mouth, in his hole.

Threading his fingers through Xander’s hair, he brought him closer as he kissed him the way he wanted to fuck him. Hard. With deep strokes of his tongue and urgent caresses. He started to take his own shirt off when he felt Xander’s hands over his.

“No. I want to wrinkle you up,” Xander said, his voice breathy as he clutched handfuls of the starched material and lowered his mouth to kiss Spike over it.

“Fuck...” Spike leaned his head back against the wall and bucked against Xander, even as the boy ravaged his shirt and shoved a warm hand underneath.

“Hot damn... you’re cut...”

“Don’t think you’ve checked yet,” Spike managed to joke.


“Don’t stop,” Spike pulled him close again, groaning as he felt his shirt grow warm and wet under Xander’s mouth. Fuck, he was kissing and licking... and that bite drew a groan from Spike. “ good.”

“Oh yeah...” So perfect... that’s what the Captain was... so tight and compact, so fucking hot that Xander was burning up. He felt the Captain pull him up, every muscle in his very aware body tightening as they slid together. And then Spike was fucking his mouth with his tongue again, and Xander didn’t know how he could do that... how it could feel like they were fucking already.

When Spike broke the merciless kiss, Xander stumbled back and looked at the man.... swollen lips, fucked up shirt, eyes that burned with lust.

“You’re a mess,” he said, licking his lips and reaching a shaking hand out to undo Spike’s pants.

Spike cocked his head, breathless, he answered. “It’s what you wanted, isn’t it.”

“Hell yeah.” He dragged the zipper down the Captain’s bulging length. Fuck... he was just as big as he remembered.

Shoving his pants down to his thighs, Spike stood with his legs open and started to undo his shirt. His gaze was locked with Xander’s.

Dropping to his knees, Xander gripped the back of Spike’s thigh with one hand, and closed his fingers around his thick cock with the other. He’d lubed his hand, so it easily slid up and down Spike’s surging cock. He started to squeeze him lightly, running his thumb over his head, fucking it much the same way Spike’s thumb had fucked his palm hours ago.

He loved Spike’s reactions, the way he gripped his shoulders, the way his fingers dug in every time he thrust into his hand. Seeing the bead forming at Spike’s tip, the need to taste him became overwhelming. Dipping his head down, he licked Spike’s slit, felt Spike shudder and heard his strangled cry. Suddenly, he was as hard as a rock too. Needing some relief, he straddled spike’s leg, and rubbed against it every time he sucked the Captain’s cock up deep into his throat.

The instant those lips tightened around him, powerful quakes rocked Spike’s body. He thrust into the warm, welcoming channel, pulling back and groaning as Xander sucked and dragged his lips along his length. The feel of Xander’s arousal pulsing against his leg increased Spike’s need. He pressed his knee into the boy’s groin, and bit his lip as he felt Xander rub against it... so desperate... so needy. “Fuck...”

He pulled Xander up off the ground and started stripping him, even as he kicked off his pants. As they stumbled toward the large bed, he allowed Xander to tear his shirt off, laughing at his eagerness. They sat on the bed, and he reached for Xander’s cock. It sprang into his touch... so hot... so ready to be touched.

Xander scrambled back on the bed, and Spike followed. He lay down on his side, and took Xander’s length in his mouth.

A sob of pleasure broke from Xander’s lips as he gripped the covers, and lost himself in wave after wave of relentless desire. He writhed and moaned, and fucked Spike’s greedy mouth, until some part of his mind realized that Spike’s cock was poking him in the face.

Smiling, he reached out and started to stroke Spike’s cock, before returning the favor and taking him in his mouth. He’d said he 69’d!

Names where whispered and screamed in turn as they each helplessly jerked under the other’s touch, so hot, so slick, so perfect together. By the time they found release, the bed was a complete wreck.

Spike crawled up Xander’s body and kissed him hard.

“That was...”

“... Not enough...” Spike answered for him, smirking.

“Ten minutes?”

“Yeah,” he leaned down and nipped Xander’s throat, licking the thin stream of blood.

“Ow.... what was that?”

“Ten minutes is over.”

“What.... ooooh oooh,” Xander’s eyes grew round as Spike sucked his neck and sent desire shooting through him all over again. Ten minutes... nothin’... the heat pooling between his legs told him he was ready now.

“I’m going to fuck you here... then in the shower... then against the bar...”

“Yes, yes...oh yessss!”

* * *

The San Francisco bar was crowded. Xander lifted his beer to him mouth, then answered his friends’ questions. “So yeah... that was two weeks ago. I went to his hotel room, and we never left it until we had to get to the airport. Then when we got home, he told me to come over and bring a few of my things... then I kinda never left and... I dunno, I might give up my apartment. I mean, we’re talking about it.”

He laughed as he was thumped on the back and hounded about subletting his place out. “We’ll see... and speaking of the devil...” His gaze was transfixed on Spike who was clad in dark jeans and a tight tee shirt with short sleeves. Moving with cat-like grace, his lover walked up to him and pulled him into a long kiss.

After Xander got his bearings back, he introduced Spike. “See guys, he not only looks hot, he is hot.”

“If he’s ever too hot to handle...”

“Or if you two get bored...”

“Thanks guys, for all your offers, but we’re good.”

“If we spent any more time in the bedroom, we’d be accused of being bunnies,” Spike added, giving them a good-natured smile.

“Motherfucker... now I’m jealous...”

The bantering continued until Spike spotted a friend. Putting his hands on Xander’s hips as he passed behind him, he whispered in his ear. “Come meet Paul when you’ve finished up here.”

A familiar heat spread from the points where Spike’s hands made contact with his hips. It made Xander think of all the other times those hands were on his hips, gripping, pushing, and shoving. There was no two ways about it, he was a damned lucky guy to have found Spike.

A quarter of an hour later, he had introduced himself to Paul and all three were chatting about the upcoming City Marathon. “You really should go for it, you’re in great shape,” Xander told Spike. “Plus I’d love to see you all sweaty and in running shorts.”

“You see me like that all the time.”

“Not to mention the marathon’s during the day... I think what we need is a vampire marathon at night.” Alex raised his beer bottle in salute to Spike, and then drank.

“Don’t talk that trash around here. Vampires are...” Xander spit out.

Spike frowned, “but....”

“Oh, I see, it’s okay to do a vampire, but you’re one of those who don’t want them to mix...”

Xander didn’t hear the rest. His face whipped around to look at Spike, and the truth came crashing down on his head. Things slipped into place. Why they fucked all day long and went out at nights ... why the nightclub pallor jokes ... why Spike was so fucking strong.

As his world was cut out from under him by a person he trusted, anger roiled within him. “Bastard,” he whispered hotly.

Bewildered, Spike put his hand on Xander’s shoulder. “I thought you knew...”

“You fucking bastard,” Xander shoved the vampire’s hand off him. “If I’d known, I wouldn’t have talked to you, let alone...” All the things they’d done, all the things he’d told Spike, all those feelings... wasted on a vampire.

“Xander,” Spike caught his arm again, only to be shoved away. His own eyes started to blaze with anger.

“I hate you... I fucking hate you and every vampire. You’re all the same... fucking piece of... shit,” he shoved Spike three times, then whipped around and stormed off. This morning, he’d woken up a happy man. Now look... why did he try? Why did he ever try? It always turned out the same for him. He’d be cheated on, or used, or disappointed. But this time... this time it was more than disappointment. This time, he’d really believed in forever.

* * *

They were boarding. He hated it... this moment. How was it that every time he entered the plane, the other flight attendants were putting their things away and he was stuck blocking the way so the Captain had to move past him? It had to be a conspiracy, he flashed Nash a hurry up look and groaned under his breath at the ‘not on your life, sweetie’ look she flashed back.

And there he was, impeccably dressed, his shirt smooth and crisp, his uniform pressed and him looking absolutely off the hotness scale. Xander felt his heart pound... he hated the knowledge that Spike could hear it too. He closed his eyes slightly and sucked his breath in as the Captain passed behind him and entered the cockpit. Spike’s hands never made it to Xander’s hips, though his jacket brushed lightly against him.

Xander wanted to cry. He missed Spike’s touch. He missed the teasing too, and the baiting. And the smirk that served as a smile. These days, Spike’s smiles were reserved for others. His gazes were serious, questioning, but always professional.

He should be happy. It was what he’d wanted, right? And Spike was a non-stalkery vampire, so at leas that was good. But these last two flights had been so hard... seeing him. Wanting what they’d had, but wishing he was human.

Nash touched his shoulder. “Come on sweetie, help me take stock of the kitchen.”

He followed her and started going through the various cabinets.

“You love him.”


“You SO love him. Xander, you’re in denial. Just like you were about him being a vampire in the first place. Everyone knew.”

“I didn’t know!” Kneeling as he counted trays in a lower cabinet, he looked up. “I didn’t. I saw him in the mirror...”

“VS mirrors, so? They just treated the ones at various airports to reflect vampire images.”

“I didn’t know they had them! And dammit, isn’t that something you have to tell someone about yourself? Oops... forgot to mention the vamp thing, that’s just not right!”

“Your last boyfriend turned out to be a thief.”

“And vampires are murderers.” Xander got up. “I don’t care if some of them claim to have given it up.”

“Claim? Sweetie, the way you talked to him... if he wasn’t a changed vamp, I don’t think we’d be talking.” She rubbed his back, trying to sooth him. But he had to know it was true. If what he’d said about the hell’a fight between them when he’d gone to pick up his stuff were half true... even a human would have swung at her best friend.

“I don’t wanna talk about it. Okay? It’s over.”

“He’s what you were looking for... don’t waste the chance...”

The airplane started to taxi, and they split off. Xander popped his head into the cockpit. “Would you like any...”

“No.” The single word sounded like a whip cracking the air.

The First Officer ordered a coffee, and after Xander handed it to him, secured the cockpit door.

“Ladies and gentlemen, we’ve been cleared for take off. Flight attendants, please take your seats.”

Xander sat down and put the halter on. He’d missed that voice... that accent. God he missed him. Maybe Nash was right. Maybe.

Hours later, when the lights were dimmed, the Captain took his usual stroll down the aisles. Xander thought his heart jumped into his mouth when Spike passed him. Touch me.

There was no touch. It made Xander feel that much the lonelier. And worse yet, as the Captain came up the other aisle, he stopped to talk to a flight attendant. He couldn’t hear what they said, but felt jealousy pounding at his temples and in his gut. Even when Spike locked gazes with him as he spoke, even then, he wasn’t appeased.

Five remaining hours took forever, but at last they’d exited the plane and cleared customs, and were making their way to the taxi lines. Xander dragged his luggage as quickly as he could and caught up to Spike. “Hey... need to talk to you.”

Spike tugged his cap off and let it rest on the handle of his luggage. “Yeah? Then talk.”

Xander felt as if Spike could see straight through to his heart. He swallowed. “I’ve been thinking...”

“Go on.” The vampire gave no quarter.

“I ... I’d like to try again. I miss you Spike... I miss you bad.” He forced himself to go on. “I think of you all the time. I just... I need you.”

Spike rubbed the back of his neck. “And that happened between getting on the airplane and getting off.”

It wasn’t so much a statement as a question. Xander squirmed. “I hadn’t seen you in a while... and then I did. Can we... can we talk about it?”

“What about the rest?”

“What rest.”

“The big pink elephant you haven’t mentioned.”


“I’m a vampire. You do remember that bit? You said it often enough, like it’s a dirty word.”

“Oh... yeah, I ... I’m not going to ... I don’t care that you’re a vampire, I can live with it.”

“But you hate vampires, and that will always be the pink elephant in the room.” He leaned forward and kissed Xander on the mouth. “Goodbye, lover.”

Xander touched his burning lips as his man walked away from him. As his man got into a VS taxicab. As his man disappeared from sight.

* * *

“Go away,” Xander shouted. But the knocking continued. He got up, lowered the volume of the television, and opened the door. “Not in the mood now, Nash.”

She bounced breezed right past him. “You’re not going to get him back when you’re all holed up in your hotel room with... ice cream,” she announced, dipping a spoon into the large dessert sitting on the nightstand and licking it off.

“He doesn’t want me, I told you what he said.” Xander was miserable. This was how he’d made Spike feel, so he knew he deserved it... but still...

“Well your make-up speech left a lot to be desired.”

“I wasn’t gonna lie! Vampires are bad... they’re usually bad.”

“There... that’s the key. Usually , not always. Do you understand that concept? The vampires that stay in hotels, and work for a living... they’re the ones that aren’t bad. Don’t you get that?”

He shrugged.

“Okay, this is how it was explained to me. Most of them are turned, and then let loose on the world. Either no one tells them anything, or their sires tell them their purpose is murder and mayhem... they have no guidance... they have no choice. It’s like the same thing as when you let a prisoner out of jail, but there’s no work for them... what are they gonna do? So now... with all the changes, they do have choices... they can work and fit it, and some of them do. But instead of rewarding them, people like you...”

Xander’s eyes burned with unshed tears. “Okay... okay... I get it. I do, but he’s gone and I...”

“And you’re going to get all prettied up and go after him.”

“I doubt he’s in his room.”

“Pffft... details... I was at the bar and heard that a group was going dancing. They’ll be at Clandestine’s ... near Covent Garden.”

Xander thought about it... music pumping, bodies dancing... colliding...someone else’s hands on his man. “Wish me luck,” he said, kissing Nash’s cheek then basically ignoring her happy humming as he shoved her out the door and headed for the shower.

* * *

Xander walked the length of the packed club desperately looking for Spike. It was a mixed club... men danced with women, men danced with men, women danced with women... some only to drive the straight men wild. The music had a mysterious, throbbing beat to it. And the people were of the beautiful variety.

And here he was, looking for a beautiful blond head of hair... a needle in a haystack.

He felt someone’s hands at his waist, holding him as he passed from behind. He! Hands! He as in Spike! Spike’s hands! “Wait,” he shouted turning and confirming what his body had told him. “Spike.”

Spike stared into brown eyes that had promised him the world, and then ripped it out of reach. He hurt... he ached in places the boy couldn’t see, wouldn’t think he could hurt. A heartless vampire couldn’t feel, could he? He ought to walk away, he really ought to. And yet...

Xander moved closer, put his one hands on Spike’s hips and leaned close to his ear. “I’m sorry. I know the answer now.”

“What was the question?” Spike tried not to react to Xander’s closeness, but it was impossible. The scent of his cologne sent his mind spinning to all those nights they’d shared.

“Vampires. My stand. I ... they’re like humans. Good and bad. And it makes no sense to hate all of them, when there are so many who aren’t murderers. Like you...”

“In the past, I killed a lot of—“

Xander nodded. “I understand. And when I was in Sunnydale, I killed a lot of vampires... okay when I say ‘we,’ I mean mostly Buffy, but still... we never asked questions. It was all vamp/kill. Maybe there were some good ones...”

“Maybe. Maybe not.” Spike drew Xander closer. “Is there anything else you want to tell me?”

“About Vampires?”

“No, I’m bored of that already,” Spike smirked. “Cock fights.”

“Cock...” Xander’s mouth went dry. “Sure I do... But never heard it called that bef...”

“Really? It’s illegal here. I was going to ask what you thought of the cockfight promoters putting metal talons on their birds. It’s all over the news.”

“Birds...oh... that kind of....” he’d done it again. Arghhh!

“Oh, so the other kind, you do... I think I’ll take you up on that.”

Before Xander could answer, he found himself dragged up against Spike as the vampire swooped down and covered his mouth. The hands on his ass forced him into close contact, sending thrilling shocks through his body as their groins met. His body hummed with awareness, every nerve ending screaming for more. He slid his arms around Spike, caressing him, molding him even closer as the vampires tongue swept in and out of his mouth, slowly but steadily driving him insane.

Melded together, mouth to mouth, chest to chest, legs entwined as they danced to a beat all their own, they found their way home.


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