Ame's Insanity (amejisuto) wrote in ames_weirdness, @ 2010-01-17 14:13:00 |
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Entry tags: | buffy tvs, damned!verse, spike/xander |
Damned With You -- Spike/Xander Rated NC17 10/20
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 Ten
Spike grit his teeth and tightened his grip on the steering wheel. He loved Xander with all of his unbeating heart.
“Don't be afraid. Of the guy in shades, oh-no! It kinda scared you. 'Cause you got it made, with the guy in shades, oh-no!”
But if his Childe didn’t stop singing that bloody song he was going to hit the brakes and let Xander hit the fucking dashboard. He sighed. He knew he wouldn’t, even though it wouldn’t hurt him anymore. It was just…tempting. They were nearly to Los Angeles and he knew his Childe was nervous but that didn’t mean he had to be so fucking annoying.
“I say it to you now, I wear my sunglasses at night, I wear my sunglasses at night, I wear my sunglasses at night!”
“Xander!” His Childe stopped singing along with the radio and turned in the passenger seat. “Luv, let’s stop with the flashback to the 80’s, okay? As far as I’m concerned, the only thing decent to come out of that decade was a few punk groups, Chucky and you.”
Xander shrugged. “Sorry Spike, I’m just nervous. And I feel all, I dunno, hyper. Between the two, I think I could get out and run to LA.”
Spike chuckled. “That’s part of the problem with drinking my blood and having some fresh instead of the bagged crap. And I hate to tell you this, Xan, but you’ve always been hyper.”
“Oh, like you’re the poster boy for being calm and patient? I don’t think so.” Spike didn’t even try to answer that one; he'd admitted to himself a long time ago about his own flaws. Xander leaned forward to find something decent on the radio. They were nearing LA and he could see the sky brighten with the city lights.
Spike took pride in how well his Childe had done on the hunt the night before. Of course they had targeted muggers, but he’d had better control than some vamps twenty years dead. He figured it was the soul’s influence, not wanting to kill.
Spike looked down at the dashboard and swore. “Gonna need to stop and get petrol at the next stop, luv.”
Xander turned on a hard rock station and this time it was Ozzy who was blaring from the speakers. Much better. “Cool! I’ll run in and get us some munchies to snack on the rest of the way. You can’t have a road trip without chocolate!”
He couldn’t contain the groan that escaped his lips. “Bloody hell, Xander! You’re already bouncing, want to make it worse?”
Xander grinned. It was an expression that Spike was becoming familiar with. It was sort of a miniature evil grin and he just knew his Childe was up to something. “Well, we’ll be in LA soon, won’t we? And visiting Grandpa! I have to be on my best behavior, you said so, Daddy, and I take that to mean you want me to beat the hell out of Angel. That means I need a sugar rush! A red bull and a giant Mountain Dew should do it.”
Spike groaned as his cock twitched in the confines of his jeans. “Xander, love of my unlife and my only Childe, don’t call me that while I’m driving.” He tried to keep his voice even. “We’ll both survive the crash but I really don’t want to explain to Angelus that the reason we need to be picked up is because you were sucking me off while driving and I wrecked.”
Xander grinned that grin again and bounced in his seat. “There’s a rest area just a mile and a half away if you want…Daddy.”
“Gods, Childe, you’re going to be the end of me.”
*****
“I am not!!”
Spike grinned. He loved teasing Xander. Of course, it helped that it usually led to mind blowing sex. Not that they didn’t have that in the car before getting their petrol. “Are too.”
“Not! Not! Not!” They stopped side by side at the entrance to the Hyperion. “Do we just go in?”
Spike raised his hand and felt to see if the invisible barrier would keep them from entering. He knew Peaches had humans living with him, but there wasn’t anything keeping them from going in. “Guess so, pet, and you are too.”
Xander made a strangled sort of noise and Spike’s grin just got bigger. He knew his Childe wasn’t really upset; Xander got quiet when pissed off, not louder. He hissed under his breath. “I am not a fucking human magnet, so just drop it, okay?”
Spike led the way into the lobby and hopped up and sat on what used to be the check-in desk. “Wonder where Peaches is; he knew we were coming. And you are too.”
“Spike!” Xander joined him but not before he smacked at him. Upstart Childe.
“Xander, you’ve got sodding bullet holes in your shirt. We were nearly mugged walking here and it was you who walked into that idiot robbing the convenience store when you went to buy snacks. In a hundred years that has never happened to me. Face it, you were a demon magnet when you were a human and now that you’re a demon, you’re a human magnet.”
“Am not! It was just…coincidence, that’s all.” Xander crossed his arms and pouted.
“Do I even want to know why you two are both sitting on the desk?” Spike turned to see Angel coming from a room behind them. He held up a hand. “No, don’t answer, I know I don’t want to know. I don’t want to know why Xander has bullet holes and I don’t want to know why you both smell of human blood. The less I know, the better off I am.”
Spike held up his hands. “S’not my fault. The boy still attracts trouble, despite the fact that he stopped breathing. Gits have tried to mug us three different times in the past two days. If we take a little…nip, well, it’s not like it hurts them. Used to do it yourself before you got all high and mighty with the hero stuff.”
Angel totally ignored him and looked at Xander. “I thought you had a soul.”
“I do, but look at this! I couldn’t let the clerk get shot, so I took the bullet instead. I have holes in my favorite shirt!!” He pulled at the shirt, one of his stupid Star Trek ones, “Everything I Need To Know I Learned from Star Trek: DS9”.
“Xan-luv, I hate to tell you this but if ever a shirt needed to be shot it’s that one.” He then quickly ducked the blow to the head that he knew was coming and laughed.
“Asshole. Just for that, Spike, you’re buying me another shirt when you take me to the next Star Trek convention.”
“Enough!!” They both turned their attention to where Mount Angelus was about to blow. “Why you two social rejects are even let out of the house I don’t know. I take it you stopped a robbery in progress but left the perpetrator alive for the police? Should I expect a few cops to be breaking down the door any minute now?”
Xander snickered. “Robbery in progress? Perpetrator? You’ve been watching reruns of Starsky and Hutch again, haven’t you, DangerMouse? Or is it Law and Order? Get your tights out of your ass, no one’s dead. Well, except for us.”
Angel spluttered and then took a deep breath. “I don’t want to know. Come on, let’s get this over with. I want to be able to look at Cordelia in the morning and I won’t be able to if you two idiots are still here.”
“What, that’s it? 'Let’s get this over with?' Fuck Angelus, you could at least buy us dinner first or ply us with drink. You must think we’re cheap or something.”
Another look from Angel had Spike closing his mouth as he followed the older vampire up the stairs. Xander followed and was singing under his breath, a sign that he was nervous. Spike listened closely and then had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing.
“He's The Best. He's The Greatest. He's The Greatest Secret Agent In The World! He's The Ace - He's Amazing... He's the Strongest... He's The Quickest.... He's The Best! DangerMouse! DangerMouse! DangerMouse!”
Part Eleven