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Chapter 8
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Chapter 8: Bonding

Spike looked up as Xander rushed into the apartment.  "Work go late?"

 

"Hey Spike.  Yeah, we ran late.  I've got to hurry if I'm going to meet Forrest in time."

 

Spike growled softly in annoyance.  It wasn't that he resented the boy having a boyfriend, but the two men had gone out every Friday, Saturday and Sunday night for the past two weeks.  During the week Xander's time was taken up by work, and an upswing in demon activity had used up the rest of the free time they had.  Spike hadn't seen Xander in almost a week and he was surprised to find he missed his friend.  "Bloody hell, again?  Didn't you two just see each other?"

 

"Well, we went out to dinner Thursday night, and we did go bowling last night, but it's Saturday!"  Xander yanked his filthy work shirt off as he strode towards the bathroom.

 

Spike shuddered.  Bowling, urgh.  "Right then.  Well, what are you two up to tonight?"

 

Xander smiled happily, "We're going dancing at the Bronze.  I think Buffy and the rest may be there, you should come."

 

"Nah, I think I'll pass."

 

"Oh come on Spike, Saturday night at the Bronze, loud music, plenty of teenagers to taunt..."

 

Spike tried to ignore the voice in his head shouting that the reason he didn't want to go was because he was jealous of Forrest.  But I'm not!, he argued with his voices.  And anyway, if he was jealous it wasn't because Forrest was dating Xander, but because Xander was spending so much time with the other man, stupid voices.  "Thanks pet, but no."

 

Xander paused in his rushing about and frowned at Spike.  "Is everything okay, Spike?"

 

Spike waved away the boys concerns, "I'm fine.  Go, get ready for your date."

 

Shrugging, Xander headed into the bathroom and flicked on the shower.  He could tell that the Vampire was annoyed, but he wasn't sure why.  Pushing thoughts of his roommate out of his head, Xander quickly stepped into the shower and began washing away the dirt and grime of the construction site.  He was practically bouncing in place, he was so excited about tonight.  They hadn't gone dancing together yet, and Xander eagerly anticipated what it would feel like to press up against Forrests well muscled body and move to the music together.  He wondered if they'd go further, soaping himself up Xander fondly remembered Thursday night. 

 

*Flashback*

 

Forrest had borrowed a friend's car, and after dinner they drove out to Sunnydale Lake and sat in the car, watching the moonlight reflecting off the water.  Forrest was holding one of Xander's hands in both of his, lightly stroking it.  Gently Forrest had tugged on his hand, pulling Xander closer.  Side by side in the back seat, pressed together from shoulder to knee, Forrest had leaned over and kissed Xander softly.  Their lips slid wetly together, and Xander had parted his eagerly to Forrest's probing tongue.  The kiss deepened and one of Forrest's hands had snuck up to caress Xander's face and thread through his hair.  Xander groaned and tried to shift closer to his boyfriend, bringing an arm up to wrap around Forrest's shoulders.  They were kissing frantically now, soft pants filling the car.  Forrest slipped a hand down and began unbuttoning Xanders shirt.  His hand slipped inside and swept across Xander's chest, stopping to tweak a nipple.  Groaning, Xander dropped his hand from Forrest's shoulder and slipped in under his shirt, eagerly tracing his fingers over the hard ridges of muscle.  Moaning softly, Forrest sucked frantically on Xander's tongue and then broke off, whispering harshly, "Xander, can I touch you?"

Xander froze for a moment, wondering if he really wanted this to go further, then Forrest pinched his nipple sharply and all thought of hesitation was driven from Xanders mind.  "Yes." He breathed. 

Slowly, Forrest trailed his hand down Xander's chest and over the prominent bulge in his jeans.  Xander groaned and thrust slightly up into the light touch.  Chuckling softly, Forrest stopped kissing Xander long enough to reach both hands down and slowly inch Xander's zipper down.  Xander flushed, embarrassed now, but Forrest gently eased his erection out and smiled at Xander.  "God Xander, you look so hot."  Relaxing now, Xander leaned back as Forrest gently stroked him.  Forrest's hand was warm and strong stroking up and down Xander's hard length.  Forrest leaned in and kissed him again.  Xander allowed his hand to wander lower on Forrest's chest until it rested atop the other man's equally hard bulge.  "C...can I?"

 

"Yes!"  Xander smiled at Forrest's eager exclamation as he began inching the other man's zipper down.  Forrest's dark, heavy cock sprang free and Xander realized that the commando was going commando.  He tried to hold back the hysterical giggle, but the absurdity of the thought along with the immensity of what he was doing threatened to undo him.  Luckily Forrest chose that moment to kiss him again.  Then Xander was lost in the feel of warm lips sliding together, tongues tangling, the feel of Forrest's warm hand on his cock and the feel of Forrest's cock hot and heavy in his hand.  It didn't take long for either man to come.  Xander came first, it had been months since he had been with anyone else and the novelty was too much.  He cried out into the mouth covering his own, shuddering and shaking, before pulling himself together enough to finish Forrest off. 

 

*End Flashback*

 

Xander quickly finished the shower and jumped out.  He had come home Thursday night in a daze, absurdly glad that Spike had been out.  The fact that he had, finally, had sex, sort of, with another man was enough to overwhelm him, he didn't need Spike taking one whiff of him and smirking at him knowingly.  Xander wrapped a towel around his waist and headed into his room to dress. 

The sound of an action movie in the living room had him fondly thinking of his roommate.  He loved living with Spike.  They got along really well now.  Some of the best times of Xander's life recently had involved just hanging out with the snarky blond Vampire, watching some movie and making sarcastic comments, or playing pool and drinking beer.  Xander paused in pulling his shirt over his head.  When was the last time he and Spike had just hung out?  His last two weekends had been taken up with Forrest, and the last week or so work and patrolling had kept them both busy.  Huh, maybe that's what has him so grumpy.  I have been ignoring him lately.  It's a testament to the weirdness of the hell mouth that I actually don't find it weird that my Vampire roommate misses me.  Xander quickly finished dressing and headed out into the main room. 

"Hey Spike?"

 

The blond barely looked up from the TV, "Yeah, Whelp?"

 

"What'cha doing tomorrow?"

 

Spike turned a baleful glare on his roommate.  "Why?  You and boy toy need me to clear out?"

 

Xander shook his head, "No, no it's not that.  It's just Buffy had mentioned something about a Scooby event, that's all."

 

The Vampire shrugged, "I'll be around."

 

"Cool.  Well, I'll be at the Bronze.  See you later."

 

Spike just waved at him distractedly as Xander walked out the door.

 

~!~

 

They had been dancing for hours when they finally called a halt and went to get something to drink.  They settled on a couch and Xander gratefully took a sip of his beer, then pushed his sweat soaked hair out of his face.  He grinned at Forrest, "This is fun." 

 

Forrest grinned right back, "Definitely." 

 

Xander slouched next to his boyfriend, shoulders touching and grabbed onto Forrest's hand, idly stroking his fingers.  "Um, Forrest, can I ask you something?"

 

Forrest set down his beer and wrapped an arm around Xander's shoulder.  "Sure."

 

Xander took a deep breath.  "Would you mind if we didn't go out tomorrow?  It's just, I've been kind of ignoring some friends, and I feel like I should make the time for a friend bonding day before they get too mad at me."

 

Forrest laughed softly,  "Hey, that's cool, I understand.  In fact, Riley was just complaining the other day that we never spar together anymore.  This will give me and Riley a chance to hang out too."

 

Xander smiled gratefully at his boyfriend, "Thanks."

 

The darker man leaned over and brushed his lips along Xander's.  "Of course, this means it could be days before I see you again.  I think I should give you something to remember me by."

 

Shuddering, Xander leaned into the kiss.  "Oh yeah."

 

Smiling, Forrest jumped up and pulled a confused Xander back towards the men's room.  He pulled them into the back stall and pressed Xander up against the wall. 

 

"Wh...what did you have in mind?"  Xander panted out.

 

Forrest kissed Xander passionately, pulling back only when they needed to breath.  Grinning what Xander thought was a pretty good evil grin, Forrest glanced down to their matching bulges and then back up at Xander.  "I'm gonna taste you.  Then I want to feel your mouth on me."

 

Speechless, Xander could only gulp and nod.  Forrest slithered down Xander's body and quickly unzipped his pants.  Forrest deftly removed Xander's already hard cock and licked up the length.  Groaning, Xander let his head slam back into the wall as his aching cock was enveloped in moist heat.  Forrest was skilled and he soon brought Xander to the edge with lips, hand and tongue.  Xander tried to hold still, but couldn't resist small, gentle thrusts into his boyfriend's mouth.  Feeling the familiar pressure building, Xander tried to gasp out a warning, "Forrest, I'm gonna cum!'  Forrest sucked harder and Xander bucked up into his mouth, shooting load after load down his throat.  Xander tried to get his breath back as Forrest licked him clean and tucked him away.  Forrest slithered up Xanders body and kissed Xander sweetly, allowing Xander to taste his essence on the other man's tongue. 

 

Forrest broke off the kiss and stepped back.  "So, gonna return the favor?  I need a good memory to get me through the next couple of days too, you know."

 

Xander grinned and pushed Forrest back against the other wall.  He placed a quick kiss on Forrest's lips and moved to crouch in front of Forrest.  Xander wasn't sure he would be able to do this well and didn't want to loose his nerve.  Quickly Xander unzipped Forrest's pants, fumbling a little with the zipper before he finally got it down.  Reaching in, Xander slowly removed his boyfriends erect cock.  It looked like he remembered it from the other night, as dark as the rest of Forrest, with a purplish head and prominent vein running the length, hot and heavy in his hand.  Tentatively Xander licked up the length and then, encouraged by Forrest's groan, began sucking softly on the head.  Forrest thrust lightly against him and Xander took the hint, sucking Forrest in deeper.  To his disappointment, Xander found he couldn't take Forrest in too deeply without gagging, so he settled for sucking and licking the top half of Forrest's cock and fisting the lower half.  Forrest obviously liked the combination of suction and friction, before too long Xander was surprised to find his mouth being filled with thick, salty fluid. 

 

After some more kissing and rearranging of clothing, the two men dazedly made their way back out to the bar.  They plopped down on a couch together and happily snuggled.  Xander caught Willow waving to him out of the corner of his eye and waved back.  He saw Willow turn to Buffy and Tara and say something.  He didn't need to be psychic to figure out what was said, his best friend had taken one look at their rumpled clothing and swollen lips and known.  Willow had immediately turned to the others and said, "Theory's been tested."

 

~!~

 

Xander forced himself out of bed by noon on Sunday, knowing if he wanted to surprise Spike, he'd have to hurry.  Having quickly showered and dressed, Xander grabbed a mug of coffee and left the house.  An hour and several stops later, Xander staggered back into the apartment, laden under bags of supplies.  He stashed his purchases and stuck a mug of blood in the microwave, before going and changing into a pair of comfortable sweatpants.  Once dressed in his best lounging around the house clothing, Xander grabbed the mug of blood and wandered into Spike's room.  The Vampire was on his back, spread out over most of the bed, one arm thrown loosely over his eyes.  Xander knew Spike slept in the nude, and thankfully the sheets were still in place.  The last thing Xander wanted was to start of their friendly bonding day with an accidental flashing, well, okay, he wouldn't mind the flashing, but Spike probably would. 

Knowing the Vampire was already aware of his presence; Xander set the mug down on the side table and took a running jump onto the bed, landing next to Spike with an 'oomph'.  They bounced for several seconds before Spike turned and glared at Xander.  "Yes?"

 

Xander just grinned.  "Morning Spike."

 

"Xander, just what the bloody hell do you think youre doing here?"

 

Xander sat up against the headboard, shamelessly stealing one of Spikes pillows, and handed the mug over.  "Breakfast in bed."

 

Spike sat up and took the mug warily.  "What's this about then?"

 

Xander leaned over till he was shoulder to shoulder with Spike.  "We've both been busy lately, I missed you.  Thought we'd spend the day together."

 

Spike looked surprised and pleased, but a frown quickly replaced the expression, "You mean till your date tonight."

 

Xander shook his head.  "Nope, no date tonight, just us."

 

Spikes eyes widened, "But there's some Scooby meeting today, right?"

 

"Nope, made that up to make sure you wouldn't make other plans.  It's just us, kung-foo movies, beer, and you beating me yet again at numerous games of poker."

 

Spike smiled, a honest-to-goodness happy smile and suddenly Xander was positive that he was doing the right thing.  Spike raised the mug at him in toast, "Cheers mate."

 

Spike kicked Xander out of his room so he could dress, and Xander went to make breakfast for them.  Spike wandered into the living room, also clad in sweats and a tee shirt, just as Xander was dishing up heaping plates of omelets and hash browns. 

 

"Careful pet, keep this up and I might have to revise my stance on you not being allowed to cook."

 

Grinning, Xander handed the plate over.  "Don't worry, you already admitted I could cook eggs, and the hash browns are frozen."  They sat on the couch together and flipped on the TV. 

 

Xander turned to Spike, "What first?  Jet Li or Jackie Chan?"

 

Spike grinned at Xander, "I think Jackie's a little more appropriate for breakfast, don't you think, pet?"

 

Nodding, Xander popped in the first movie and settled back with his roommate to watch. 

 

~!~

 

By the time evening rolled around, Spike and Xander were happy lumps draped over the couch.  The day had been spent with pizza, beer, and conversation.  They had talked more in the last few hours than they had in the last couple of weeks, and that alone made Xander positive he had done the right thing by declaring the day 'Spike and Xander Day'.  Probably the only downside was Xander losing $50 to Spike playing Blackjack, but Xander wasn't thinking about that right now.  He was pleasantly drunk, very full, and ready for more mindless movie violence.  He looked over and shared a contented smile with his equally happy lump of a roommate.  "What movie now?"

 

Spike waved a hand lazily at the TV, "'Evil Dead' next, pet."

 

Xander got up and put the movie in before flopping bonelessly back down on the couch.  He reached over for the remote and suddenly realized it wasn't there.  He turned to face a smirking Vampire.  Spike was sitting against the arm of the couch, his arm raised above his head, remote control in his hand.  Xander didn't hesitate, just launched himself towards the smug Vampire, "Mine!" 

 

They tussled for several minutes, falling into the familiar wrestling-for-the-remote pattern of grabbing it away and gloating before having it snatched away again.  They were both breathless with laughter when they finally collapsed on top of each other.  Xander was the winner of this particular tussle, mostly because he was lucky enough to discover Spike's ultimate tickle weakness, the back of his knees.  Sporting a smug look, Xander grabbed the remote and flicked on the TV.  The two men lay back together on the couch to watch the movie.

 

Xander awoke hours later, dimly aware that he had fallen asleep sometime during the movie.  He was lying on the couch on his side, his head resting on Spike's chest, an arm thrown around the blonde.   He immediately tensed, but the relaxed, figuring that if Spike had been awake, the skittish Vampire would have moved already.  Xander slowly raised his head to see if Spike was indeed asleep, only to meet sleepily blinking blue eyes.  "Um, hi?"

 

Spike blinked a few more times, considered the position he and the boy were in, how uncomfortable he was curled up around another man versus how nice it was to be curled up with a warm body, then gave up.  He and Xander were friends, if they wanted to curl up together on the couch, they would.  Spike flopped back down and pulled the warm body closer.  He dropped a soft kiss on the top of Xanders' head then closed his eyes.  "Go to sleep, Whelp."  Spike smiled when Xander sighed happily and curled up tighter against him. 

 

"Night, Spike."

 

"Oh, and Whelp?"

 

"Hmm?"

 

"If word of this gets out, I will have to kill you."

 

"Mmmhmmm.  I guessed as much.  Right, the Big Bad doesn't cuddle, I won't tell if you won't."

 

Spike chuckled.  "Deal.  Go to sleep."   A soft snore was his only answer.

~~~

Chapter 9

Theories

Chapter 7

 

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