Pairing: Spike/Xander and Spike/Angel
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Spike left Buffy mid season 5 to work with Angel. Alternate timeline where Sunnydale never collapsed.
Author's Note: I was gonna call it Bastard!Spike but that doesn't have a very good ring to it does it? ;D)
Mr Brightside
by
Magixa
“I cooked you know,” said Xander after they were done.
“Oh yeah?” he said, distractedly as he knelt and searched under the bed, “Pet where’s my t-shirt?”
“In the hall I think.”
“Ah.”
The boy was right.
There it was, flung over the lampshade.
When he came back into the bedroom, Xander was sitting amongst the rumpled sheets, legs folded, looking very unhappy. Spike just rolled his t-shirt on, feeling his muscles cry out as he did so. It had been a particularly wild session. He had pounced on the boy the moment he had set foot through the apartment door and everything after that was just a sweaty blur. (He remembered Xander saying something about the oven but it hadn’t really mattered once the boy had his clothes off.)
And now, several hours later, Spike was finished and he just tried to avoid the brown eyes burning into him.
It didn’t really work.
“Ok. I’m sorry. What did you cook?”
“It hardly matters now. It’s probably stone cold.”
“I don’t mind. Nuke it there. I’ll eat some before I go.”
“Don’t bother.”
Xander rose from the bed, pulling the sheet around his waist and storming passed Spike. Not many men could do this and still keep their dignity but Xander just about managed it.
When he slammed the bathroom door after him, Spike sighed and considered trying the reason with the boy. But it would be useless. When Xander got like this, very little could win him over.
Plus, whilst Spike was very confident in his abilities, he did not think his sexual allure would penetrate solid wood.
Even after three and a half years, the journey was still worth it. Granted, the to-ing and fro-ing was beginning to get on his tits a bit but he still felt remarkably little guilt about what he was doing. It made his time a little more bearable. Plus, it gave him a thrill making up excuse after excuse to get away. And he had made up some real doozies, it had to be said.
There was one about demon cows that he was still particularly proud of.
Angel didn’t really question him anymore. Spike had done his part over the last four years to prove he was “trustworthy” with the Angel Investigations team. And now that they were swimming with the big fish over at Wolfram and Hart, Angel really couldn’t criticise him without looking stupid around everyone else.
He was a valued member of the little sad gang now.
His feet (and other parts of him) were firmly under the table.
Spike knew how to play the game. He hadn’t gotten this far without learning a few things about how Angel’s mind worked.
As he had always known, Angel was extremely easy to manipulate when he was getting his end away regularly. It wasn’t long after his arrival in L.A. that Spike knew what his next step would be. Granted it wasn’t much of a plot really. Certainly not one of his best. But, he only had to take one look at the quivering bundle of sexual frustration that was Angel, and how could he not use it to his advantage? Could anyone really blame him?
No, of course not.
Naturally, Spike got Angel where he wanted him in record time. Before the end of his first year with the other lot (he hadn’t been able to think up a good nickname for them yet) he found that all he had to do was blow the big guy under his desk once a day and everything more or less evened out.
Small price to pay for a bit of fun, he reckoned.
Unfortunately, his “bit of fun” wasn’t always as easy to deal with. Occasionally he would feel bad when he left Xander at the end of their time together (didn’t help that Xander was a dab hand at guilt tripping him) but that usually faded on his way back to the office.
Once he was back doing the white hat thing, he actually thought very little about the human.
Until the next time he had to concoct some ludicrous story that is.
“I don’t know why you insist on doing these stupid away cases.”
“I like them,” said Spike, running his tongue over Angel's stomach. The older vampire was laying flat on his back with Spike crouched over him.
Spike had worked very hard to get him as sated as possible. It meant that when Spike sprung an out of town “assignment” on him tomorrow he would be more agreeable.
“There’s stuff for you to do here you know? We have problems you could help with.”
“What like fetching your coffee for you? Thanks but no thanks.”
Angel ran a hand through Spikes already messed up hair.
“No. Just it would be nice sometimes to have you around more.”
Spike almost threw up at the sappiness of it.
“Look, love. I like my independence. I like being able to do stuff on my own.”
“I know...”
“Unless you don’t think I do a good job.”
“No! Of course not...”
Spike moved his tongue down lower and lower.
“...No...Oh...You always do a good job.”
“Spike! Not here!”
Spike felt his hand slapped away roughly and he grinned in the darkness.
“Come on pet. Play nice.”
Xander pulled his popcorn over his lap, using it as shield.
“No. We are in a cinema. And not the kind of cinema you are used to where guys cut holes in their pockets and the films are ten minutes long.”
Spike craned his head around to get a good look at the happy couples watching Tom Hanks try to solve something about Jesus.
He snorted disdainfully.
“Remind me why we are here again?”
“Because I am trying to maintain the facade that there is more to us than just sex.”
“Why?”
Even through the dimness, Spike could see Xander scowl. He loved when Xander got annoyed. It always made it that much more entertaining.
“I don’t know. I try not to think about it.”
“Quite right pet. Let me help you take your mind off it.”
His hand snaked back into the boy’s lap. Moving the popcorn up slightly but still keeping it there, he worked at the boys flies. When his hand wasn’t rejected again, he rubbed at the soft mound he found there. He wasn’t concerned that Xander wasn’t hard yet.
He could easily take care of that.
Like most of his decisions, impulse played a big part in getting the Harris thing going. He had already decided he was leaving Sunnydale when the Harris thing happened. So, it wasn’t as if the boy was a big part of his thought process at the time.
In the middle of chucking all his crap in to the trunk of his car, he spotted Xander and Buffy walking through the graveyard. He took one look at Buffy and knew he had made the right choice in going to L.A.
She would never love him.
She would always think he was a disgusting monster.
A piece of garbage.
The hate that bubbled up in him at that point was beyond anything he had ever felt before. It really was the best thing that he was chipped. Otherwise, he really would’ve tried to have her killed. Or hurt somehow. Tortured maybe.
A loud laugh broke his trance and he saw Xander clowning around the Slayer like a puppy begging for attention.
Hmmm...
Maybe he couldn’t hurt the girl physically.
But surely he could leave some sort of parting gift?
“He’s going to find out you know.”
Spike was laying on Angels couch reading when he heard Wesley enter.
“Excuse me?”
“Whatever it is you are up to. He’s not stupid Spike.”
Spike laughed and returned to his book.
“You haven’t known him very long have you?”
“Long enough to know what he will do you whenever he finds out.”
Spike made a big show of licking his thumb and turning the page.
“Always been this suspicious Wes?”
“I’m a watcher.”
“Ah yes. Of course, lots of lovely watching instead of doing. You lot are so cool.”
Wesley didn’t seem to take it in good humour.
“I would just be careful what you are doing Spike. That is all I’m saying.”
“Cheers pet. I’ll take it under advisement.”
It was meant to be a onetime thing. Something to drop into his last conversation with the slayer before he hopped into his car and sped away without looking back.
But, it didn’t really happen like that.
Yes, he had left the boy almost immediately after fucking him.
However, he hadn’t been able to find Buffy in order to gloat and Angel was pressurising him to get his arse over to the law firm, so it genuinely just slipped his mind.
Besides, news like that never went out of date.
He could mention it fifty years from now and the Scoobies would still be mortified.
So he went about his business becoming the best employee ever when, a few months later, Angel had sent him back to the Hellmouth for an undercover mission.
He had been forbidden to speak to Buffy, Giles, or anyone important.
So, he figured Xander was pretty much a safe bet.
He turned up at the boys apartment, (making sure he looked distressed in a sexy way when Xander opened the door) and begged for a place to stay for the night.
It had worked too!
The boy was spread eagled within the hour.
Looking at the unconscious human the next morning, Spike figured he might as well string this one out for a while longer. He was smart enough not to look a gift horse in the mouth.
So, over the next few months and years, he kept coming back. Whenever he had a weekend to spare he was on the road to Sunnydale, so satisfied with himself that he was fit to burst.
It was nice arrangement. For him at least. Xander wasn’t doing too great out of the whole thing but Spike really wasn’t in the frame of mind to care a whole lot.
Neither of them heard the phone at first.
Spike was far too busy with the human currently kneeling between his legs.
It hadn’t taken very long to teach the boy the right and wrongs of giving head. And whilst not particularly gifted at first, Xander had certainly proved to be very enthusiastic. He was getting better every time and Spike made sure he practiced regularly.
He grunted a little when Xander found his length underneath the covers and engulfed it in the wet, warmth of his mouth. The human’s arms had tightened so firmly around his waist that Spikes hips were forced upwards, causing his cock to push in deeper.
Spike had to admit he liked the thickness of Xander's arms. He liked how masculine the human was thanks to his work in construction.
Things like that always added plus points in Spike’s book.
When he was with blokes, Spike liked to know it.
He put his hands to Xander’s neck and rubbed little circles there. The boy moaned appreciative noises and drew his tongue expertly up the underside of the shaft. And when Xander groaned again, mouth descending more greedily, Spike had to stop himself from laughing triumphantly.
He had Alexander Harris sucking him off.
It never failed to amuse him.
Xander of the “I hate vampires” club.
The boy who only a few years ago, claimed Spike made him physically sick.
Good thing Spike taught him how to control his gag reflex then wasn’t it?
When the phone kept ringing, it kind of snapped him out of his smug daze.
Spike groaned irritably, reaching downwards to tap at the boy’s head
“Hold on pet. Phone’s ringing. It’s throwing me off.”
As he reached for his mobile, Xander’s head appeared from under the covers, his mouth slick with saliva and face nicely flushed.
He flicked the phone open and rolled his eyes at the name that appeared.
“Yep?” he answered. He winked at Xander as he listened to Angel demand he get back to L.A as soon as possible. Some sort of tussle was going on downtown and it was all hands on deck time.
“Ok I’ll head back now.”
Hanging up, he got off the bed and began lifting clothes from the floor to hastily dress.
“Spike,” said Xander, standing behind him suddenly. “Was that Angel?”
“What gave it away pet?” said Spike, still dressing.
“And you’re just going to leave?”
“Yes,” stated Spike simply as he pushed passed Xander to go into the living area, lifting his keys from the coffee table.
Xander again trailed him
“We were kinda in the middle of something Spike,” he said to the vampire's back as he made for the door.
Spike stopped and turned, a tight smile on his face.
“Don’t worry precious. Your dick will still be here when I get back.”
He saw how his words stung Xander.
It’s never nice to be mocked.
Especially when you’re naked.
“So you’re going to ditch me to run to him,” stated Xander, clearly trying his best not to sound as hurt as he felt.
“Yep,” said Spike, opening the door. “Have a wank. See you next week.”
When he got back to Wolfram and Hart, the place was nearly empty.
He entered Angel’s office to find the other man, sitting at his desk whilst idly fiddling with a silver letter opener.
“Alright pet? Where’s the problem?”
“The problem?”
“Yes the one you phoned about,” said Spike, as if to a four year old.
“Oh!” said Angel, leaning back in his chair, “Yes the problem. I remember now. That’s all taken care of.”
Spike watched warily as the older vampire began drawing the blade of the opener across the surface of his desk.
“Where were you Spike?”
“Huh?” said Spike, eyes following the knife back and forth.
“When I called. Where were you?”
“Told you where I was.”
“Ah yes. Santa Barbara right?”
“Yes.”
“Funny because, you know the way we have these nifty gadgets here? Like if anyone should ever get lost or in trouble we should be able to find them?”
Spike swallowed, mouth suddenly dry.
Fucking Wesley.
The little shit had grassed him up!
“Yes.”
“Well it’s the funniest thing. When I did a trace on your phone, can you guess where it said you were?”
“Can't imagine pet.”
Spike slowly began to shift backwards towards the door.
Angel stood and walked around his desk, letter opener still clutched in his hand and advancing on Spike.
“It said you were in Sunnydale Spike.”
“Oh?”
“Yes,” said Angel as he back walked Spike right into a wall. “Indeed. Tell me Spike. Why would it say you were in Sunnydale when you told me you were in Santa Barbara?”
“Technical glitch?”
Angel shoved him hard against the wall and brandished the knife in his face.
“Try again Blondie.”
“I…just stopped off there. It being Hellmouth and all, I figured it couldn’t hurt.”
“Oh Spike, that’s where you’re wrong. Because believe me,” whispered Angel as he ran the blade over Spike's cheek, “It’s going to hurt a lot.”
Sitting, or rather lying, outside the corporate building Spike could not help but wonder where he had went wrong. He probably shouldn’t have been so cocky but that was all part of his charm wasn’t it?
He was the spunky little vampire.
It was his thing.
Everyone knew that.
Still he hadn’t expected to be thrown out of the 52nd floor window. Plus when he added all the little bits of glass now embedded into the knife scars on his face, he figured his spunky charms wouldn’t be at full throttle for some time.
Pulling his broken body upright, he looked at the night sky and had to smile.
Sure, he had betrayed people who trusted him. He had used a poor, simple-minded human for meaningless sex only to discard him whenever it wasn’t convenient. And yes, he had lied through his teeth on multiple occasions in order to get his own way. He had even been mutilated and pushed out of a window, breaking many bones in the process and quite possibly puncturing a lung if that sharp pain was anything to go by.
But, he figured, he might as well look on the bright side.
It could’ve been a hell of lot worse.
The End
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