Ame's Insanity (amejisuto) wrote in ames_weirdness, @ 2010-01-17 13:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | buffy tvs, damned!verse, spike/xander |
Damned With You -- Spike/Xander Rated NC17 9/20
Title: Damned With You
Author: amejisuto
Fandom: BTVS
Summary: An accident at Xander's construction site changes his life forever.
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Written for darkhaven's birthday in March of 2005.
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be. No harm, no foul, no money made.
Warnings: Character death, bloodplay
Beta'd by kitty_poker1, thank you! suki_blue cheerleaded on this fic too.
Notes: Yet another older fic. Enjoy.
Part Nine
Spike sat in the corner of the booth and grinned. Now this was more like it. Xander had finally relaxed after confronting his friends and was now nearly sitting in his lap. He and his ex were talking a mile a minute to each other, catching up. Tara and the Watcher were doing the same, talking about business and old musty books.
Red and the Slayer hadn’t come with them for dinner at Mick’s. Said they weren’t up to eating at a demon hang out. They had said that they would try to accept Xander; it would just take time. Xander had almost visibly flinched at that before reminding them that he had a hell of a lot more time than they did.
Personally, it didn’t matter to Spike what they did as long as Xander was okay. After downing a pitcher and a half of beer between the two of them and Giles and some onion rings, he was finally starting to calm down a bit. Plus, it wasn’t like they’d come after either one of them with a stake. As he’d pointed out to Xander on their way over to Mick’s, it just took a while for Buffy and Willow to understand things sometimes.
In the meantime, they were sitting in the corner at Mick’s and having good food and, more importantly, good beer. The place was dim and there weren’t that many customers of demon or human variety that night. No pool table, but there was a jukebox and Xander and Anya had fed the machine nearly five dollars in quarters. Thank god it was an old machine that actually got them music, more than three or four songs. It was good stuff too; no Sex Pistols, but Queen and Metallica at the very least.
“Rupert always likes it when I lick the back of his knees, which was very surprising.” Anya’s strident voice was clearly heard by all during a lull in the conversation and all eyes were suddenly on the blushing Watcher.
“Yes, thank you very much for sharing that with everyone, Anya.” The Watcher sounded irritated and Spike couldn’t help it, he started laughing. After a moment the others joined in, Tara shyly gigging behind a curtain of hair and Anya just grinning.
Best of all was his Xander, who gave a big booming laugh that seemed to echo even as he wriggled beside him. Spike was just thankful that Xander wasn’t attempting to go off and brood or go off the deep end of the pool. Whatever happened with his two friends in the future, Xander was going to be all right.
*****
“That went okay, don’t you think, Spike?”
Spike had his arm around Xander’s waist and Xander had his around his shoulders and he was feeling pretty fucking good. “Could have been a hell of a lot worse, pet. No one got dusted or maimed and, while ordinarily that last bit would have been fun, I know that’s not what you want. Seeing the Watcher embarrassed was an added bit of fun too.”
Xander laughed. “Yeah, that was fun, wasn’t it? I used to hate it when Anya did it to me, but as long as it’s someone else on the receiving end of her candor it’s amusing as hell. For a second I thought that Giles was gonna squirt beer out of his nose.”
Spike chuckled with him and squeezed his arm tight. They were on one of the side streets of downtown Sunnydale and it was mostly deserted. He stopped and pulled Xander into a dark alley. “What do you think about being on the receiving end of some public intercourse?” He leaned forward and licked up the side of his Childe’s neck. “Feeling…up to it?”
Xander moaned and Spike felt his hips thrust to meet his own. They were both hard. “More than up to it, Sire. It’s something I’ve always kinda wanted to do but I was too nervous…before.” His Childe’s head tipped even more and Spike was able to lick and nibble on a long expanse of neck.
The next few minutes went by in a blur of lips and tongues and fangs. He didn’t even bother with unzipping, that’s not what this was about. This was foreplay, just seeing how far they could work each other up and waiting until the last second to do anything about it.
Xander was sniffing at the crook of his neck and Spike wondered what he was scenting. He had meant to ask Giles about that earlier but had gotten distracted. He himself was drowning in Xander’s scent; the smell of denim and sawdust that had followed him as a human remained but now there was earth and blood and an added richness. He shuddered and pulled Xander as close as possible.
Suddenly Xander stiffened in his arms and growled, the transformation from his human face to his true face smooth and effortless. Spike did the same and then caught a new scent on the wind. Humans.
“Sire?”
“What do you smell, Xander? Tell me.”
His nose wrinkled even more as his Childe tried to put what he was sensing into words. “There’s at least three of them, all young males, and, I dunno, it kinda smells like used sweats from PE class with some crappy perfume dumped all over them. But there’s blood, too.”
Spike chuckled. “That sounds about right, some sort of aftershave. There’s a group of jocks from the High School moving towards us. Smells like they’ve been fighting or something.” It wasn’t his concern, really; he just wanted to get back to the bit where they were swallowing each other’s tongues whole.
But for some reason Xander was staring down at the tips of his shoes. Spike reached out and tipped his chin up and forced his Childe to look at him. “Xan?”
“Can we…I mean, if they’re like, mugging people or beating them up, can we hunt them, Sire? I’m hungry.”
Spike was more than a bit surprised. He hadn’t really expected this, he'd just expected that Xander would be content with bagged or Sire’s blood. Spike had never even considered that Xander might want to learn how to hunt.
Then there was the Slayer to think about. If she found them hunting, they would find themselves on the sharp end of a stake. Still, the thought of hunting with his Childe, showing him how to stalk his prey and how to subdue, how to seduce them was just so exciting. He was hard just thinking about it. And if they were careful, the Slayer would never have to know about it.
“Come on, pet. If those boys aren’t up to something wicked I can bet someone else is. We’ll find you an evil human for dinner.”
Part Ten