Ame's Insanity (amejisuto) wrote in ames_weirdness, @ 2010-01-17 15:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | buffy tvs, damned!verse, spike/xander |
Damned With You -- Spike/Xander Rated NC17 17/20
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 Seventeen
Spike was beginning to think that he was in Hell. The real Hell that Sunday School teachers warned little kiddies about, the one where you’re tortured for eternity. The only thing keeping him sane right now was Xander.
Fred was doing research, or looking for naughty pictures in the books, he wasn’t sure which. All Spike knew was that she was keeping as far away from him and Xander as she possibly could and still be in the lobby. Between them was Gunn, and he was making a show of cleaning weapons, especially his axe. He was seriously disgruntled.
Spike chuckled to himself. The reason for that was lying on his chest. Xander had decided that it was time to tease the humans again, and had made some rather lewd comments when the black man had been polishing his sword.
All he wanted to do was get Xander accepted into the Clan and go home. Or just get out of the hotel away from Gunn’s glares and Fred’s nervousness. Xander was in fine form today, in fact, all but rubbing off against Spike in front of everyone and calling him Daddy. Mostly it was for entertainment value; the green demon named Lorne had already left, mumbling something about cold showers and needing to get out of the hotel. It probably had something to do with Spike humming Love Bites under his breath.
To tell the truth, he was having as much fun as Xander was. It had been a long time since he’d had someone to plot with, even if it was just annoying his Grandsire’s minions. And Xander was playing and having more fun than Spike had ever seen. It was almost as if he were letting all the things that worried him as a mortal roll off his back like water, only to leave the bits he truly cared about.
Well, it was that or the wake up sex. Either was more than fine with Spike. He liked having a happy, loving, enthusiastic Childe.
Both vampires winced as the sound of a body hitting the floor could be heard from overhead. Angel was attempting to patch up things with his kid. Problem was, Connor didn’t want to hear it and kept on attempting to leave, forcing Angel to stop him. They’d fight for a while and then stop and Angel would go back to trying to talk to the lad. Xander had suggested that Angel show pictures of Connor’s early life but whether or not it would help or hurt, Spike wasn’t sure. He knew he’d be ready to hit something if anyone forced him to watch a slideshow of his early life.
Spike was afraid nothing would get through to the boy. Most humans weren’t able to withstand mental torture like Connor had gone through. Call it brainwashing, call it Stockholm Syndrome, the kid’s brains had been scrambled good by both Holtz and living in one of the worst Hell dimensions there was.
He sighed and Xander looked up at him from where he was snuggled against his chest. “You okay, Sire?”
“Fuck no, I want to get the hell out of Dodge, pet. I want us here just as much as the Warrior Prince over there wants us here. I want to go home, shag you stupid in our new home, and go out at night and kill things. Oh, and annoy your friends, can’t forget that. It’s not nearly as much fun to annoy Peaches’s friends. They don’t start pouting and stuttering like Red and the Slayer do.”
Xander sighed and sat up, straddling Spike’s hips. “I get that. I about died when I saw Cordy walk out with that Angel-clone. What kind of name is Groo, anyway? It sounds like something from an anime or a bad Nick Toon. That was just…creepy, to see her sucking face with a shorter, dumber version of Angel. And I can seriously do without the family reunion crap. I feel sorry for Connor and all but I don’t think holding hands with Angel and singing campfire songs is going to fix the kid. DangerMouse really needs to find the kid a shrink or a deprogrammer or something.”
“'S not as easy as all that, pet. You know as well as I do how Angel hates to ask for help. Stupid git thinks if he asks for it he’s weak, or some shit. Bastard never has played well with others.”
“Yeah, I know.” Xander sighed and then bounced, causing Spike to grunt. “Oh! While you were in the shower I went and called Anya about Wes. She was really excited, in fact she was going to call and even offer to sell her half of the Magic Box to Tara and him, and Giles is starting another one in one of the suburbs of London. Surrey, or Essex or something like that. I get confused. I thought a surrey was one of those horse drawn things from Oklahoma.”
“Xan-luv, I’m not sure what scares me more: the fact that Anya is going to let go of some of her hard earned cash or the fact that you watch musicals.”
“I have to watch musicals; I’m gay now. Isn’t that, like, in the rulebook? Along with owning a copy of To Wong Foo, Thanks For Everything, Julie Newmar? That’s a great movie, by the way. I watched it with Dawn, like, a week before I died while you were out killing things. Wesley Snipes is very scary as a woman, and he kind of reminded me of his role in Demolition Man.”
“Does no one else find this whole thing fucking weird?” Gunn’s outburst was unexpected and both Spike and Xander jumped and Fred gave a little squeak. “I mean, we’ve got Angel and Connor having some sort of twisted Addams Family moment that includes full body slams upstairs, you two are all but screwing in the middle of the lobby and Cordelia is playing Princess with her boyfriend! Does no one but me think this whole freaking situation is weird?!?”
Fred’s eyes were wide and Spike looked at Xander. Xander nodded and they both turned to answer Gunn.
“Yeah, pretty much.”
“’Course it’s fucking weird; what else do you expect?”
Their total agreement seemed to take the wind out of Gunn’s sails. He seemed to shrink into himself for a moment before shrugging. “Just wondering if it was just me.”
Xander grinned at the man. “Listen, once you’ve accepted the weirdness it gets better, honestly. Like surfing only with giant preying mantises trying to take your virginity before killing you, Hell goddesses and geeks that try to take over the world. It’s when things start acting normal that you have to worry.”
Gunn opened his mouth and then quickly shut it before shaking his head. “You know, I just really don’t want to know.”
Part Eighteen