Ame's Insanity (amejisuto) wrote in ames_weirdness, @ 2010-01-17 14:59:00 |
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Entry tags: | buffy tvs, damned!verse, spike/xander |
Damned With You -- Spike/Xander Rated NC17 15/20
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 Fifteen
“I can’t believe it. Well, I can believe Angel can be that big of an asshole, but, damn, I would have thought once Cordy got back in town she would have smacked him on the back of the head or something and got those two lone brain cells working. It’s just…not fair.”
Spike growled and bit back his words. Of course it wasn’t bloody well fair! Not that he really liked Wesley the Watcher; it was the principle of the thing. Angelus was acting feral near his child. There was a prophecy that said he’d eat the little nipper. Yeah, looking back on things, Percy should have talked to his friends and not have trusted that Justine bint any further than the human could throw her, but he could understand what the man had been thinking.
Before seeing this version of the Watcher he’d been prepared to see a man that, from Xander’s description, would remind him a bit too much of William the Bloody Poet. Shy, with a stutter, glasses and a suit. With an added bit of pompous attitude thrown in perhaps.
But the mental image he had of Wesley was nothing like the real thing. Yeah, the man was quiet but then again he’d nearly had his windpipe sawed through. It sounded like it hurt like hell to talk. And who the fuck was he going to talk to? The walls? That Lilah bint that was stalking him? All of his friends had abandoned him.
“Thank you for your sympathy, Xander, but I did fail Angel. He is well within his rights to be furious with me.”
Spike snorted. “I think you all had your heads up your collective arses, each and every one of you. It’s a good thing all you’ve been facing are evil lawyers with a grudge and a demon or two; if there was an apocalypse we’d be up to our ears in toads and locusts. As it is, they’re all just sitting back and enjoying the show, getting stiffies from watching you and Batvamp’s team angst about like fucking fairies.”
Wesley made a strangled noise that seemed to get caught in his throat and Xander winced. “Spike!” He just rolled his eyes and shrugged at his Childe. Yes, he could have put it in a nicer way but what did they want? He was evil.
“Sorry, Wes, but he is right. You need to get out, do something worthwhile with your life. You have a second chance now; you could have died. I’ve been told that it’s a precious thing. I’m certainly enjoying my second chance and you should too, instead of moping around in your apartment with your books.”
“I assure you, Xander, that research is not the only thing I occupy my time with. Despite my…regretful parting of the ways with Angel and his company, I still have contacts in the demon world. I’ve been thinking of offering my services to those in need. As much as Angel tries to help people, this is rather a large city and there is more than enough business for both of us. I’ve also taken to designing weapons but without…well, I no longer have the resources to help build them.”
Spike couldn’t contain the eye roll as he watched Xander’s eyes light up. Xander loved to build things, to tinker. He always had a project going. Since his death he hadn’t been that interested, though, and Spike had assumed that it was one of the human things his Childe was putting aside.
Now that zeal for making things was lighting up his eyes again, and Spike had to chuckle as he watched his boy and the Watcher conferring over ideas and drawing diagrams on one of the napkins on the table.
Still, it would be interesting to see what the two of them could come up with. The Watcher was smart and Xander was talented, and Spike was always interested in new weapons.
A plan started to form. Wesley needed something to do and Xander, being the soft hearted git that he was, wanted to help. Xander liked helping people and Spike liked helping Xander because he usually got great sex out of it. Giles and Anya were flying back to the Mother Country, leaving Tara in charge of the Magic Box once again. Red still couldn’t be trusted to work there, and the Slayer, well, she was just hopeless.
Xander had been helping Tara out, going by after work to give her an hour or so free and closing up once or twice a week. Still, Glinda had it pretty hard, running a business and going to school. If she had someone who knew magic to help out…
“Hate to bust up your talk of weapons, mates, but I only want Xander getting a stiffy for me, not some collapsible sword doohickey you two are thinking about. S’not like you can do anything here. Watcher Jr. will just have to come back to Sunnydale with us since he needs a job and our Watcher is busy having orgasms with your ex in jolly ol’ England.”
Wesley’s mouth dropped open just a bit but Xander bounced in his chair. “That’s a great idea, Spike!! Tara could use the help and I bet she’d like Wesley!” Xander grinned at Spike and gave a wink and Spike had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing. Xander thought Tara would be good with Wesley?
Well, considering her relationship with Red had ended because the little chit liked to play around with her mind, maybe Wesley would be good for the girl. Although any bouts of sex would probably be rather quiet; neither she nor the Watcher was exactly vocal.
Then again, it was always the quiet ones who went wild, wasn’t it?
Spike grinned and leaned over and licked Xander’s ear. “Mmmm, good idea, pet. We’ll call Glinda in the morning, give her Percy’s phone number and let them bore each other to death talking about herbs and protection magicks or whatever. Won’t be too long and they’ll be doing spells together.”
Both he and Xander laughed as Wesley spluttered. He may not have known the running joke Xander had about the witches and spells but he certainly understood the tone of voice Spike had used.
“Now see here! I just can’t up and leave! Besides, I highly doubt Buffy would appreciate having me back in Sunnydale, and this Tara person doesn’t even know me!”
Xander just waved his hand in a dismissive gesture at Wesley. “You can leave if you really want to; sorry to be a prick, but it’s not like you have anything left for you here. As for Buffy, well, if she doesn’t want to use a guy of your abilities she can do her own damn research. We were assholes the last time you were in town but we’re all different now, you got rid of the stick up your ass, and, well, I’m dead. And Tara will like you, don’t worry. It’s your second chance; you’d be an idiot not to take it.”
Spike sat back and grinned at Xander in pride. Before his turning his love had started growing into a more confident man. Now he was growing into someone who could be serious or playful or anything else he wanted to be. Xander really was making the most of his second chance.
Now if only Percy would do the same. Not that Spike really cared one way or other but whatever made Xander happy, ultimately made Spike happy.
And he was looking forward to being made happy two or three times at the very least later on.
*****
“Wait for a moment, Xan.” Spike kept his voice low as they reached the rooftop next to the Hyperion. They’d left Percy at the coffee shop a few hours before to do a small patrol around that area of the city just to see what trouble they could find.
What they found was a group of collage kids attempting to sacrifice someone’s little sister for power. Even Xander had been tempted to eat them. You’d think if they could get into UCLA they’d be too smart to do stupid shit like that but they were all taking law courses and Spike had found out they were all trying to get summer internships at Wolfram & Hart.
Xander had bitched for an hour. There was evil, and then there was evil. Even Spike would draw the line at killing a little girl over a job. Especially since it was an unpaid job at that.
To get him to shut up Spike had taken his Childe to the Walk of Fame, which almost instantly cheered Xander up. In fact his mood got so much better Spike had been dragged into an alcove near Gene Roddenberry’s star on Hollywood Blvd. His Childe had laughed about Spike being the first and only one to go “Where no man has gone before” and then had dropped to his knees and proceeded to blow Spike’s dick and his mind.
Now they were on their way back to the motel, to hopefully bother Angel more. Xander was going to ask the older vampire to help him train just so he could get a chance to perhaps knock some sense into his thick skull while Spike heckled.
But just when they reached their destination Spike noticed something. In the shadows there was a slight figure trying to watch the people inside the hotel.
“Sire? Think that’s Connor?”
Spike snorted. “I bloody well hope so, otherwise there’s another androgynous teen stalking Angel. What say we introduce ourselves, eh, luv? After all, the boy is family.”
Part Sixteen