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Chapter 9
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Chapter 9: The Breakup

Xander glanced over at his boyfriend and smiled shyly.  It was their one-month anniversary.  To celebrate, they had decided on dinner and a movie, just like their first date.  Unlike their first date, dinner was at a nice restaurant and the movie was something romantic and to be watched back at Xander's place.  The big deal, other than it being their anniversary, was that Forrest was going to spend the night.  Xander had to admit he was slightly nervous.  They had been taking it slow and so this was to be their first overnight stay together. 

They were now curled up on Xander's couch, watching the romantic and sappy movie.  Xander wasn't paying much attention to it; mostly he was focused on how it felt to be curled up in his boyfriend's arms.  The apartment was dark, except for the light from the TV and a light on in the hallway.  Spike had disappeared for the evening, saying he'd be in just before dawn, so he didn't have to walk in on Xander and Forrest being poofy.  The movie ended, and Xander leaned in and kissed Forrest, long and slow.  They sat for a long time, lips slipping and sliding together, tongues dueling.  Eventually Xander stood up and took Forrest by the hand.  He pulled the other man up and silently led the way back to his bedroom.  Once they were inside, Forrest pulled Xander into a warm embrace, renewing their kiss.  Finally, when they needed to breath, Xander pulled back and looked Forrest in the eyes.  "Forrest, I'm really glad youre here.  I really like you and I want to be with you tonight, but I'm not ready for...um, penetration."  Even though he had practiced his speech, Xander couldn't help but blush at that last bit. 

 

Forrest smiled, "I really like you too, Xander.  Thank you for letting me know how you're feeling.  Don't worry, there are lots of other things we can do that don't involve penetration."  The other man then recaptured Xander's lips and proceeded to show him what they could do. 

 

Before he knew it, Xander was efficiently stripped and laid out on his bed.  Forrest stripped just as quickly and raked his eyes over Xander's body before lying down so they were pressed together the whole length of their bodies.  Xander gasped at the feeling of all their flesh pressing together.  It was the first time he and Forrest had been completely naked together and he was swiftly coming to love it.  Kissing slowly up Xander's jaw, Forrest thrust his hips gently against Xander and captured his lips just in time to drink down Xander's gasp of pleasure at the sensation of their cocks sliding together.  Moaning happily, Xander quickly grasped the idea and soon they were thrusting against each other, hands and lips touching wherever they could reach.  The sensations of their cocks sliding together was maddening and soon Xander gave up all pretenses and just grabbed hard onto Forrest's hips, pulling his boyfriend tight against him and thrusting madly.  Xander kissed down Forrest's neck and buried his face in one strong shoulder as he came with strangled cry.  Forrest continued with his raged thrusts and soon followed, warm cum splattering their stomachs and mingling with Xander's. 

Forrest leaned down and slowly kissed Xander, before rolling off him with a groan.  "So, was that special enough for our anniversary?"

 

Xander laughed, "Oh, yeah, I think so."

 

Forrest glanced over at Xander and grinned, "We're just getting started."

 

~!~

 

Spike trudged wearily into the apartment just as dawn was breaking.  He had spent the entire night out, as he had promised Xander he would, so the boy and his lover could have the place to themselves.  The night had started out all right, but just past midnight he had run into some new Master Vampire who had just rolled into town with an army of minions and was trying to set himself up as the new Master of Sunnydale.  Spike had spent the night battling the new Vamp and his minions, and while they were all dust, he was bloody, bruised and exhausted.  Wearily he trudged into the bathroom, barely scowling at the faint scent of sex permeating the apartment.  Stripping off, he climbed into the shower and scrubbed off the nights detritus.  He was half asleep on his feet by the time he was clean, and he barely had enough energy to dry off, walk to his room, and flop into bed.

 

It was several hours later when an aching hunger woke Spike from a sound sleep.  He tried to roll over and fall back asleep, but he hadn't eaten before he went to bed, and his body was reminding him of that oversight now.  Groaning, Spike levered himself up and pulled on a pair of boxers and a tee shirt.  Groggily, he wandered out into the kitchen and set about heating up a mug of blood.  Spike had worked his way through two mugs and was heating up his third when he heard the polite cough.  Turning he found Xander's boyfriend standing in the kitchen entryway, dressed in a pair of jeans, bare-chested and looking pretty happy with himself. 

 

"Hi!  You're Xander's roommate, right?"

 

Spike nodded, "Yeah mate.  You must be Forrest."

 

Forrest smiled, "Yup.  Nice to know he's mentioned me."

 

Trying to hide his nervousness at being in the same room as one of the 'army gits', Spike rolled his eyes and gestured to the fridge, "Don't be shy mate.  Help yourself."

 

Forrest nodded his thanks and got a jug of orange juice out of the fridge, pouring himself a glass.  Forrest drank his juice and made small talk, while Spike anxiously waited for the microwave to finish.  Finally it did and Spike grabbed the steaming mug out, intending to take it into his room with him.  His nervous movements jostled the mug a little too much, and a small splash of blood sloshed over the side and splattered onto the floor. 

 

Time seemed to freeze as Forrest took in the blood on the floor, the empty blood bags on the counter, then finally really looked at Spike.  Bollocks, was the only thought Spike had time for before reality hit and Forrest realized just who and what his lover's roommate was.  "H...hostile 17!  Youre hostile 17!"

 

~!~

 

Xander was drifting lazily in and out of sleep, content for the moment to lie in the messy bed and relish in the happy memories contained within.  Unfortunately peace was not to be the agenda for the morning.  He heard Forrest shout something, then a crash, then Spike angrily yelling his name.  "Xander, get the bloody hell in here!"

 

Swearing, Xander pulled on a pair a sweats and ran towards the kitchen.  To his horror he saw Forrest threatening Spike with the slender end of a wooden spoon, shouting something about hostiles.  Xander quickly insinuated himself between his boyfriend and his roommate and held up his hands in a placating gesture.  "Forrest, chill man.  I know he leaves bloody mugs and wet towels all over the place, but its not worth dusting him over."

 

Forrest gapped incredulously at Xander before regaining his wits and gesturing angrily at Spike.  "Xander, get behind me!  There's a hostile in your apartment."

 

Xander tried not to laugh, he really did, but the whole picture, Forrest bare-chested and wielding a wooden spoon in his boyfriend's defense, Spike practically climbing up on the counters to avoid said wooden spoon, switching in and out of gameface and growling, and Xander standing between them, wearing only sweat pants and still sticky from the nights activities, not sure if he should be defending his roommate or his boyfriend.  Laughter was a foregone conclusion. 

 

Forrest looked at Xander like he was possessed.  "Xander, your roommate is a Hostile.  We have to call the Initiative, get him recaptured and neutralized."

 

Those words stopped Xander's laughter cold.  "Now wait just a second Forrest.  I know exactly who and what Spike is.  He's my friend and my roommate and he also happens to be a Vampire.  A Vampire who you and your buddies chipped, so he's no harm to me or anyone else.  No one is taking Spike anywhere.  Just put down the spoon and lets talk."

 

Forrest just shook his head and started patting down his pockets with one hand, looking for his cell.  "Xander, he is a hostile and he has to be neutralized.  Its for your own good."

 

Xander crossed his arms across his chest and stared coldly at the man in front of him. "Get out."

 

Forrest looked shocked.  "What?  Why?"

 

"You are insulting my friend and threatening his life.  That is not acceptable, so if you're not willing to listen to me you need to leave."

 

Forrest dropped the spoon.  "Xander, are you saying what I think your saying?"

 

"Yes, Spike is my friend.  He is not the only demon, or 'hostile' I am friends with.  If you can't accept my friends, then we obviously aren't going to work out."

 

Angrily Forrest stomped back into Xanders room and grabbed his clothing.  Dressing quickly, he stalked back into the living room.  "You're choosing to consort with hostiles instead of humans?  You're right, we would never work out.  You make me sick."  With that Forrest left with a loud slam of the door.

 

Xander stayed standing in the middle of the kitchen, fists clenched, breathing heavily.  He couldn't believe that Forrest had just behaved that way.  Who did he think he was, threatening Spike that way? 

 

Once Forrest had left, Spike finally climbed down off the counter and scooted around the fuming Xander, grabbing a towel and kneeling to wipe up the mug of blood that he had dropped when Forrest attacked him.

 

Xander came out of his anger and confusion enough to notice that Spike was covered in cuts, and had extensive bruising.  Without thinking he ran over and began running his hands lightly over the Vampires injuries.  "Oh, gods, Spike, what happened?  Did Forrest do this to you?"

 

Spike shook his head, "No pet.  Your soldier boy didn't touch me.  Had a rough night last night."

 

"He's not my soldier boy anymore."  Xander wandered into the living room and flopped onto the couch dejectedly.  "How'd you get all beat up?"

 

Spike shrugged.  "New Vamp in town.  Fancied himself the new master of the hell mouth.  Not as old or as strong as me, but close.  Plus he had quite a following.  Took me all night to get them sorted out.  Don't worry, they're all dust now."

 

Xander turned wide eyes onto Spike.  "Didn't Buffy help?"

 

Sarcastic snort, "She was off with Captain Cardboard.  I was patrolling on my own last night."

 

Xander angrily slammed his fist into the couch cushion.  "Its not fair!  You risk your life, unlife, whatever, to protect us and this stupid town, again and again, take on another master and his minions all by yourself, and what thanks do you get?  You get to come home and almost get staked by my stupid xenophobic boyfriend.  Gods, I'm so sorry Spike."

 

"Pet, it's me who should be apologizing.  I wasn't thinking, if I'd eaten before I went to bed, then I would still be asleep instead of up and scaring off your boyfriend.  I truly am sorry I ran him off like that Xander."

 

Xander shook his head, "It wasn't you Spike.  You have every right to be here, you live here for gods sake!  He had no right to jump to conclusions about you and threaten you in your own home, in our home.  Plus he didn't even respect me enough to listen to what I had to say.  He just immediately assumed Vampire=evil."

 

Spike placed a tentative hand on Xanders clenched fist. "He wouldnt be wrong luv."

 

So quick the Vampire almost didn't see it, Xander turned and grabbed Spike by the shoulders, hard. "Yes he would be wrong.  You may have done evil things in your past but you are not a bad or evil person.  You are my friend, you take care of me and of the others, we trust you.  I wouldn't, couldn't, lo---care about you, be your friend if you were truly evil."  Sitting back with a sigh, Xander raked his hands through his hair and looked at the floor, "He was wrong about you but he couldn't trust me enough to give you a chance."

 

The sight of Xander wiping tears from his eyes caused a painful wrench in Spike's undead heart.  'Pet, I..."

 

Xander stood up quickly and looked down at his friend.  "Spike, look, its not your fault okay?  I just can't talk about this right now.  I'm gonna go out, maybe find Buffy or Willow, blow off some steam.  If I stay here, you'll have to spend the whole day listening to me bitch about Forrest, and you're injured, you need to sleep.  I'll see you tonight, okay?"

 

With that, Xander turned and walked into his room, closing the door behind him.  Nearly overflowing with conflicting emotions, Spike followed suit, heading to his room and his interrupted sleep.  It would be hours though, before sleep claimed him.

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