Part 2:
Previously:
“That’s where I found him. Outside of Jake’s.”
Spike felt his stomach drop. He thought he was going to be sick. If it had happened at Jake’s then that meant Sammy had been coming to see him. Fuck. He’d told Sammy not to come down there, that it was dangerous. Shit. And it also meant that Dean was right. Spike probably knew whoever had done it.
“Shit. Fuck. Three weeks ago, yeah?”
Dean nodded.
“I was working. Been working every Saturday night for a couple months now. I’ve only been on the door a couple weeks though. Jake kept me stocking the bar and stuff for a while ’cause there’d been some cops around a while back and he didn’t want trouble.”
Harmony dropped off their food and Spike and Dean stared at it blankly. Spike began to eat, slowly, his mind still spinning. Sammy was hurt because he’d been coming to see him. He probably wanted to talk about computer stuff some more. The kid was always looking for someone to show off his newest tricks to and Spike was about the only one interested. Shit.
“Come on, let’s go.” Dean threw some bills on the table beside his still full plate and followed Spike out. They climbed back on Spike’s bike and took off towards Jake’s. They skidded to a stop in the parking lot and Spike climbed off after Dean.
“Listen. You follow my lead in there. You got it? No matter what, you just fucking agree with whatever I say. Yeah?”
Dean nodded. Spike looked at him again. “I’m going to kiss you. Make you look mussed up a bit. It’ll explain where we were. Got it?”
Dean looked a bit panicked but nodded. Spike leaned in. “Don’t worry. I won’t bite. Much.” Dean gasped in surprise and Spike leaned in and captured the sound with his mouth. He made sure to make the kiss hard, harder than he normally would a first kiss but he needed Dean to look thoroughly fucked.
Spike trailed his lips down Dean’s neck and sucked hard. He knew it would make a pretty little mark right where everyone could see it. He pulled away and looked at Dean. His eyes were glazed over and he was licking his lips. Perfect. Spike grabbed his hand and pulled him into the club.
Several pairs of eyes swept towards them but Spike ignored them all and headed for the bar. Jake was behind it and he looked at him, telling Jake with his eyes not to give him a hard time. “Jake, my friend and I could really use a shot. Please.”
Jake frowned but poured two short shots of whiskey. Spike pushed one into Dean’s hand. “Drink it.” Dean nodded and tossed it back, shivering a bit as the liquor burned its way down his throat. Spike did the same and pushed the glasses back towards Jake. “Thanks, man.” Jake nodded and Spike knew he’d have lots of explaining to do later.
He dragged Dean to the dance floor. The band was done for the night and now the DJ was playing. It was a slow song and Spike pulled Dean into his body and swayed them back and forth. Dean leaned into him, the liquor warming him as the tension he’d been holding onto for weeks kept melting away. He knew Spike would help and he was no longer alone. It made everything seem so much more manageable.
By the time the song was finished, Spike was fighting his arousal. Who knew that Dean-fucking-Winchester would fit just so against him? Hell, he’d practically melted into Spike and the feel of his sculpted body was making Spike horny as hell. Not horny enough to forget the show they needed to put on, though.
Spike pulled back and looked Dean in the eye, reminding him without words to follow his lead. He led Dean through the crowd and sat down at Tony’s table. Dean tensed up but kept his eyes lowered and sat next to Spike. Spike pulled him closer and nuzzled Dean’s neck for a moment before turning to Tony.
Tony was a big man, huge really, and was at Jake’s as often as Spike. There weren’t many bars where Tony could have all his appetites fed. Not that anyone would dare to oppose anything Tony wanted, but Spike knew Tony well enough to know that the big guy didn’t always want to fight.
“So, Ton, you heard the latest scuttle. It’s a shame really.” Tony glared at Dean for a moment before turning his attention to Spike.
“Nothing much going on that I’ve heard.”
“Yeah, well, they’re keepin’ it quiet and all. But it’s not lookin’ good for Jake’s. Probably gonna get shut down.”
Tony growled. It wasn’t a pleasant sound and Spike knew he’d hit his mark. “Why?”
It was softly spoken but Spike could hear the rage just under the surface.
“I guess some kid was found fucked up behind the bar a few weeks back and now they’re lookin’ into what goes on around here. You know what too much attention will do to a place like this.” Spike let his hand drift to Dean’s and he squeezed it hard. Dean responded by dropping his face into Spike’s shoulder, hopefully hiding any reaction from prying eyes.
Tony continued to glare. Spike stared him down before continuing. “So, I was thinkin’. Maybe you and me could help things along a bit. Don’t really want to see anything bad come Jake’s way and those fuckers deserve whatever we can dish out.”
Tony nodded. “Leave your boy here. Let’s go.”
Dean tensed up again but Spike squeezed his hand and leaned into him. “Stay here. Don’t look at his boy. Don’t talk to his boy. Just stare at the fuckin’ table ‘til I get back.” Dean growled under his breath, nearly matching the earlier one from Tony, but he nodded when he realized that Spike wouldn’t find out anything with a stranger tagging along.
Tony led Spike through the bar to the back room. Spike had never been allowed inside and he’d often wondered if he’d been banned due to his father’s reputation for lying and cheating. Tony didn’t seem to think it was an issue, though, and Spike followed him past the guarded door and into the sound proofed room beyond.
There was a game in progress and from the piles of chips in front of the players, Spike knew it was high stakes, probably higher than Spike could even imagine. The game halted at Tony’s entrance and all eyes turned their way.
For the first time since Spike had met him, Tony looked subservient as he stared towards one of the men at the table. “Ripper, need to have a word with you and your boy. It’s important.” The look the older man turned Tony’s and Spike’s way made Spike’s balls try to crawl back up into his body.
Then Spike realized just who they were talking to. This man wasn’t just ‘Ripper’, he was THE Ripper, the man that was only spoken of in whispers and whom everyone feared. He ran the town, and everyone on this side of the tracks both knew and acknowledged the fact.
Ripper lay down his cards and with a slight nod of his head, the other players at the table rose and headed for the door. Then Spike noticed the slight, red-haired young man that was kneeling at Ripper’s side. He looked vaguely familiar but Spike knew better than to stare and quickly turned his eyes away.
Unfortunately, his eyes then turned to Ripper himself and Spike felt the full impact of that glare. He was looked up and down for a moment before those cold eyes turned back to Tony. “Tony, my boy, I thought I’d made it clear that Spike was not to be brought back here.”
Spike cringed and then his mind started racing. Shit. Ripper not only knew his name but knew him well enough to ban him from the back. This was quickly going from bad to worse.
“I know, boss, but I thought you’d want to hear this directly from him.”
Ripper merely raised a brow and Spike felt Tony tremble beside him. “Boss, someone is looking into what’s going on here. Some kid got it real bad a few weeks back and now folks are poking around trying to find out who did it.”
“And what does my boy have to do with this?”
Tony shuffled his feet. “Well, I figured that’s what he needed help with a few weeks back when I brought him to you. It’s the only thing I’ve heard about recently and the timing fits.”
Ripper patted his knee and the young man rose and settled on Ripper’s lap. “Oz, love, you want to tell me what happened.”
Spike cringed when he realized just who was now sitting on Ripper’s lap. He’d gone to public school with him for a while and last he’d heard, Oz was playing guitar in a local band, a band with Devon as the lead singer. And just that quickly, Spike figured out exactly what had happened.
He must have made some sound because Ripper’s glare turned back to him. “Well, my love, I think you’ve been saved the trouble. Spike, why don’t you tell me?”
“It must have been Devon, sir. He’s known for his, well, tastes. Most of us know to avoid him, but if a newbie was caught unaware, well…” Spike’s voice drifted off. Shit. This was not good. But at least now he knew and Dean would have some answers. Not that Spike thought for a minute Dean would be able to do anything about it.
“Ah, yes. Devon.” Ripper petted Oz’s hair before running his hand along his slim back. “Is that what you were running from, love?”
Oz nodded slightly. “And did he hurt some boy a few weeks back?” Oz started trembling and nodded again. “Were you part of it, love?” Oz jerked his head up and shook his head vehemently. Spike let out a little sigh of relief. Ripper kissed Oz and then gestured to Tony. “Take my pet out to the club for a bit, Tony. I’m sure I don’t need to tell either of you to keep this discussion to yourselves?”
Tony’s “No, boss” was followed by another head shake from Oz. Oz rose from Ripper’s lap and headed for Tony’s side and they both left the room. Spike nearly collapsed from fear when he realized he was now alone with the most dangerous man he’d ever heard of.
“Spike, my boy, have a seat. It seems we have much to discuss.”
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Spike emerged from the back room what felt like hours later, but it really couldn’t have been more than an hour, tops. He went immediately to Dean’s side and pulled him to his feet. A quick nod to Tony and he started for the door, dragging Dean behind him.
Dean’s patience was well past its limit and by the time they reached the parking lot, he was ready to implode. He jerked his arm out of Spike’s hold and stopped, ready to rip Spike’s head off. Until he got a glimpse of Spike’s face. That one look was full of so much fear and anger that Dean couldn’t begin to comprehend what must have happened behind that closed door.
Not knowing exactly how to react, Dean went with his gut and stepped closer to Spike, wrapping his arms around him and pulling him close. He didn’t speak, knowing that Spike would tell him what he could, when he could. After a moment, Spike pulled away and looked tiredly at Dean.
“Need to get you out of here, pet. You mind drivin’ this time?”
“No problem.” Dean grabbed Spike’s hand and led him to the Impala, making sure that Spike was settled before he turned the key and listened with a sigh of relief as the engine roared to life. Dean drove without thinking, his only impulse to get him and Spike as far away from whatever put that look on Spike’s face as he could.
When they pulled up in front of the gates to his house, Dean winced to himself before straightening his back and entering the code that would allow them to pass. Spike hadn’t noticed where they were going either but when they stopped, he turned to Dean with wide eyes.
“You sure this is a good idea, pet?”
“It’ll be fine, Spike. Just, you follow my lead this time, okay?”
Spike nodded, still shaken from his encounter with Ripper, and followed Dean inside. Their footsteps seemed to echo through the large entrance and Spike took a moment to gaze around at the luxury of the Winchester home. It fit right in with his vision of them. Of course, now that vision was a little hazy as he got to know Dean better.
“Dean, honey, is that you?”
Dean grimaced and changed direction, heading towards the open door at the end of the hall. “Hey, Mom. I’m home. I’ve got a friend with me.” Spike followed Dean and saw a beautiful blonde woman sitting in a floral chair. That was Dean’s mother? Hell, was no one in this family ugly?
Dean’s mom frowned when she saw what he was wearing and Dean gave her his lopsided grin. “Like the look, Mom?” He chuckled when she grimaced. “Don’t worry, it’s just borrowed. I had a drink spilled on me and had to borrow some clothes. Spike was kind enough to give me a ride since my car was blocked in.”
Mrs. Winchester turned to look at Spike and he saw her eyes widen in surprise. “Hello, um, Spike?”
He pasted on his most charming smile and cleared his throat nervously. “Nice to meet you, Mrs. Winchester.” Dean’s mother was clearly unimpressed and Spike found himself self-consciously straightening his clothes and wishing he wasn’t wearing quite so much eye liner.
Dean gave his mom a quick hug and pulled Spike from the room and upstairs towards his suite. Once the door was closed, he leaned back against it and burst out laughing. Spike was finding it hard not to chuckle himself. Dean’s laughter proved too contagious to resist, though, and Spike realized his lips were twitching in response.
When Dean was finally able to get control of himself, he looked up at Spike and froze. His smile was so unguarded and completely changed the way Dean looked at him. Sure, Spike was hot. And Dean knew that Spike knew it, in the same way that he was well aware of his own looks. But this, this was different.
Spike’s expression was so intriguing to him that Dean found himself stepping forward. Spike saw Dean’s mirth replaced with something else and he found himself stepping forward as well and suddenly they found themselves kissing with a pent-up passion that neither expected to find in the other.
This was so different from their first kiss. That time, Spike had slammed their lips together, dominating Dean and proving a point. Dean had been shocked, and yeah, a little frightened by the whole thing. He’d never kissed a guy before, hadn’t really ever thought about it that much. It wasn’t really acceptable in the crowds he ran in so he’d just not gone there.
Now, though, he couldn’t help but think about it as he pulled Spike’s body closer to his and their lips continued their tangle. Spike’s body fit against his tightly and their cocks pressed together, columns of flesh rubbing and pushing as their hips moved rhythmically.
Spike was just as surprised as Dean by his reaction to their kiss. Hell, he was even more surprised because he never thought in a million years that Dean would initiate any type of sexual contact with him. But here he was, with Dean’s tongue half way down his throat and Dean’s hard cock rubbing its tantalizing length alongside his.
He took the lead then, turning them slowly around and guiding Dean backwards towards the king size bed. Spike stopped when they were next to it and slowly pulled away. Dean blinked, seeming to come back to himself for a moment and they stared at each other.
“You okay with this, pet?” Spike hated to break the mood by asking, because damn he needed release, but he wasn’t going to push and he knew how to take no for an answer.
Dean blinked again and looked puzzled. “Just tell me this, Spike. Did we get them?”
“Yeah, pet. They won’t be hurting anyone else. Can’t tell you any more than that just yet.”
Dean let out a sigh of relief and pulled Spike back to him, wrapping his arms tightly around Spike’s body and hugging him. The action lined their cocks up again and Dean moaned into Spike’s neck. “What are we doing here, Spike?”
“Just feeling good, pet. Just feel it.”
Spike thrust his hips harder against Dean and they both groaned at the sensation. Dean led Spike backwards towards the bed and they lowered themselves slowly onto the covers, keeping their contact as close as they could. Spike let Dean set the pace and he was thrilled to feel too hot hands creeping under his shirt to find equally too hot skin. He lifted up slightly and let Dean strip his t-shirt off his body.
Dean whimpered and moved his lips down Spike’s neck and sucked on the exposed collar bone. Spike arched into the touch and let his own hands creep under Dean’s shirt. He pushed it up and Dean’s hands left Spike to jerk it off completely before he crushed their bodies back together again.
Skin to skin now, their bodies heated even further as Dean’s hands explored Spike, gripping and squeezing at his back, his sides, and down to his hips which were pulled into Dean’s with a tight grip that caused Spike to release a whimper of his own.
Spike itched to go lower, to explore the rest of Dean’s body and strip off the tight jeans and take the hardness he could feel pressed to him into his mouth. He resisted the temptation, barely, maintaining his resolve to let Dean set the pace.
He sighed in relief when Dean’s hands finally crept lower, reaching around to grab his ass. Spike parted his legs, raising one and covering Dean’s leg with his own as Dean’s hands continued to kneed and pull him close.
Dean broke their kiss and buried his face in Spike’s neck. He breathed deeply for a moment before pulling away and meeting Spike’s gaze. Then he rolled onto his back, pulling Spike on top of him and crushed their lips together again.
Spike was now straddling one of Dean’s thighs and he slipped his outer leg between Dean’s, spreading them wider with his own. He broke their kiss, pushing himself up onto his hands and began thrusting against Dean with his neck arched back and his arms straining.
Dean pushed his hips up against Spike, meeting him thrust for thrust and his hands gripped Spike’s arms as he bent his knees and braced his feet against the bed. Moments later, his felt his orgasm hit and he pushed himself up into Spike as the tremors shook his body.
Spike took one look at the expression on Dean’s face as his body spasmed and he felt his own release spurt out and fill his jeans. He lowered himself to Dean carefully, still holding some of his weight on his hands, and swallowed the pants that were still puffing from between Dean’s lips with a teasing kiss.
He pulled back and their eyes locked together. Dean looked stunned, and a little embarrassed, but Spike couldn’t see any fear or shame there and let out a little sigh of relief. He rolled gently to the side and kept one arm over Dean’s waist while they both caught their breath.
Dean smiled, then started chuckling again. Spike frowned and then joined him. If Dean was feeling anything like what he was at the moment, he could see the humor. Spunk-filled jeans were not something a guy would normally be proud of. In fact, it kind of tickled as his come dripped down his legs.
“Let’s go get cleaned up.”
Spike nodded and lifted himself from the bed, offering a hand back to assist Dean which was accepted. They started for the bathroom, Dean stopping off to grab them both some pants to sleep in.
They carefully avoided looking at each other as they cleaned up and changed, but as they returned to the bedroom Dean grabbed Spike’s hand, pulling him to a stop. “Will you stay with me?”
Spike smiled. “Would love to.” They pulled back the covers and settled onto the bed. Dean only hesitated for a moment before rolling over and curling into Spike’s side. Spike slipped an arm beneath Dean and hugged him close and felt Dean slip into sleep.
Sleep wouldn’t come for Spike, though. His mind was too busy trying to make sense of the night. His entire life had changed in the past few hours. Not only finding out the truth about Sammy and starting whatever this was with Dean, but also the ramifications of what he’d learned in that back room with Ripper.
His eyes had been ripped open and his entire world turned upside down in just those few minutes. Ripper, the man who ran his part of the world with an iron fist, was actually Spike’s uncle. His name was really Rupert Giles, but with a name like that, Spike understood why he’d taken the nickname. Hell, his own name wasn’t really Spike but William. No one called him that though and hadn’t since he was little.
According to Ripper, Spike’s mum was his sister. Spike didn’t remember her much as she’d died when he was little but apparently she’d been close with her brother. Spike had wanted to ask why he’d stayed away, especially when it became apparent that Ripper knew exactly what his home life had been like.
He hadn’t needed to ask. Ripper seemed to know he’d need to understand and had simply told him that his mum hadn’t wanted him involved with the danger that came with being in Ripper’s life. It made sense. It hurt, but it made sense.
In fact, a lot of things made sense now. His so-called scholarship was Ripper’s influence. The job at Jake’s, the way he was left alone when everyone else around him was brought into the organization. For so long, he’d assumed it was because of his father. Now he knew it was Ripper trying to do what he could from afar.
The thing was, Spike wasn’t sure how to feel about the whole thing. Especially when he knew he’d be hearing about them finding Devon’s body sometime in the next few days. That was the world Ripper lived in, and now, whether he wanted it or not, he was part of that life too, because the moment he’d spoken Devon’s name he’d known exactly what would happen.
And now, here he was, curled in bed with someone from a totally different world. How many worlds could Spike be in? Could there even be more with Dean now that he knew the truth, now that he was part of that darkness? Spike wasn’t sure but he hadn’t been able to stop himself tonight from getting Dean away from there.
He should have. He should have just put Dean in his car and sent him on his way. He should never have gotten in the car with him, should never have come into his home, met his mother, and he sure as hell shouldn’t have done the things they’d just done. But it had felt so good and he’d needed it so much.
Spike felt his eyes drifting shut as his mind finally gave in to his exhaustion. There was nothing he could do about it now. He’d have to make some tough choices and soon. There was a whole new world now outside of Jake’s. Everything was different, but was he?
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