Ame's Insanity (amejisuto) wrote in ames_weirdness, @ 2009-08-26 13:37:00 |
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Entry tags: | buffy tvs, spike/xander |
Cat Magic Spike/Xander NC-17 7/8
Title:Cat Magic
Author: amejisuto
Chapter: Seven
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Rating: NC-17.
Disclaimer:Not mine, never will be. No harm, no foul, no money made.
Warnings/Squicks: Kinda fluffy at first. (~snerk~) Eventually there will be anamorphic smut and tail!p0rn.
Summary: The obligatory Willow messes up a spell and Xander suffers for it fic.
Previous Chapters can be found here.
Posted at: My journal and bloodclaim.
Beta(s): Who else? The wonderful kitty_poker1. Thanks love!
Notes: First of all: Happy Birthday darkhavens! Secondly, I blame this fic on a number of cartoons, animes, and various comics. The two biggest culprits are the short lived Jaguar comics from the 90's, and a book called Uhura's Song by Janet Kagan. Just imagine everything from X-Men to Star Trek being thrown into my head and shaken together until this fic falls out. And of course it's going to be muli-chaptered because I am unable to write a PWP.
Cat Magic: Chapter Seven
“Will you two stop doing that?!”
Xander blinked from his position on Giles' couch where he and Spike were currently curled around each other. “Stop what?”
Buffy gave him a dirty look. “Stop looking so damn cute! It's unnerving.”
It had been weeks now but they were still trying to research just how and why Xander had changed. No answers had been found yet, but Xander found he really didn't mind. Every morning at dawn he returned to his human form so he was able to work and do other things like grocery shopping in the mundane world, and every night when the sun set he morphed into his more feline form. He still had opposable thumbs, though, so that was good, and for the most part he had his human intellect.
Xander chose to ignore what had happened the week before when Oz showed up the night before the full moon. It had taken both Spike and Buffy to keep the two of them from fighting and ever since they had tried to keep away from each other. Oh, Xander still liked Oz, especially since the other man wasn't the least bit bothered about Xander's relationship with Spike. No, they had to keep apart because, even in the daylight, if Xander got too close Oz's control of the wolf would slip. Xander was no better; he would get a feeling of anger from having another large predator in his vicinity. It was better if they kept apart.
Other than that, Xander was becoming used to his predicament. In fact, in a way it was fun. Finally he was able to match Spike's skills on patrols. It was exhilarating, being able to sneak just as quietly and to have the speed and strength necessary to keep up. Not only that but the sex was fantastic. He'd always known in the back of his head that Spike had held back to keep from hurting him, but Xander hadn't realized how much his lover had held back.
Three nights previously, after a fight with a Fyarl, they'd ended up in one of the parks, horny and triumphant. At first Xander had pounced on Spike, all but rutting against him and slamming him into a tree. Then they'd fought for dominance for a good half hour and the only reason that had ended was because they'd accidentally knocked down one of the larger oaks. Xander had burst out laughing at the irony of it and hadn't stopped until Spike used his laughter to his advantage and bent Xander over the trunk of the tree and fucked him until he couldn't stand.
That had been fun. And apparently his feline form had good healing properties because the only aftereffect was the tendency to whistle and grin goofily the next day at work.
Then there was George, as both he and Spike insisted they call Xander's tail – much to Giles's annoyance. His tail was just over four feet long, a rather impressive length, and if Spike was anywhere in the vicinity it ended up wrapped around him, one way or another. The only time it didn't was when they were fighting and then Xander either wrapped it around his waist to keep it from getting pulled or used it to trip his opponents. Otherwise, George wrapped itself around Spike any way it could. Right now, Xander's tail was wrapped firmly around Spike's waist, the tip of it going up over his shoulder to caress his cheek.
This was what was probably getting Buffy's panties in a twist. While both she and Willow were getting used to the idea of him and Spike being a couple, both girls made uncomfortable noises when they cuddled too much or really kissed. Spike told him privately that it was because both girls found it a turn on but Xander always covered his ears and refused to hear more about it. He SO did not need to know that Buffy and Willow were getting off on watching him and Spike.
What made Xander just about as uncomfortable was the fact that he was beginning to think he didn't want to get changed back to normal. After he got used to the change, well, Xander liked it. Thanks to the fact that he returned to human with the dawn, he didn't feel like a freak anymore. Well, anymore of a freak than someone who had a vampire for a lover. Still, he was happy, but Xander knew if he told the others that, they wouldn't understand. Well, Giles might but Buffy wouldn't and Willow would give him that teary anime face that made her eyes look five times bigger than they actually were.
Xander really couldn't handle it if she started crying so hard tears came spurting out her eyes. In fact, he'd like to avoid tears all together. Which was why they were all still trying to research what had happened.
Well, the others were researching. He and Spike were trying to grope each other and were using the large books to block everyone’s view of them. Although Giles probably had a clue since the man kept on glaring over at them.
Suddenly Spike stiffened. Xander glanced at his lover and then he heard it: a sound that reminded him of fingernails on a chalkboard. Xander gave a rumbling sound deep in his chest and could feel his ears flatten even as tail unwound from Spike's middle and started lashing. The others noticed and both Buffy and Giles stood up and looked around the room.
Spike shifted to his game face and ran to the door before anyone could stop him. He threw it open, snarling the entire time. “What the fuck are you doing here?”
There stood Drusilla, in a long gown of pure white. “Hello, Spikey. Can you and your Kitten come out to play?”
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