Ame's Insanity (amejisuto) wrote in ames_weirdness, @ 2010-01-17 15:53:00 |
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Entry tags: | buffy tvs, damned!verse, spike/xander |
Damned With You -- Spike/Xander Rated NC17 18/20
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 Eighteen
Spike pounded on the heavy door that lead to Peaches’ suite. He and Xander had waited for hours and there had been no sign of the bleeding poofter, and he was getting seriously angry. He and Xander hadn’t come to LA to fix all of the brooding idiot’s problems, and he was fucking well tired of Gunn’s glares and his bird’s nervousness and the generally hostile environment of the hotel.
He just wanted to take Xander home and get started with their new life. Maybe figure out how much they could hunt in town and not have the Slayer notice. See how many public places they could have sex in and annoy Red until her head spun 'round a bit.
He wanted to go home. And if anyone had told him a year ago that he would consider the Hellmouth his home he would have pulled their spleen out through their nostril.
“Oi! Angelus! Open up, you great sodding sack of potatoes! Want to get my Xan accepted into the Clan so we can get the fuck out of here!”
The door opened unexpectedly and Spike growled at having to keep his balance. He looked at Angel and growled again at the look on the older vampire’s face. Didn’t the bloody git realize that if he’d just do this one thing they’d leave and could stop annoying each other? Sure, it was fun but enough was enough. Spike knew he either had to get out of town or take his chances with rearranging Angel’s face.
“What do you want, Spike?” Angel sounded stressed, and Spike couldn’t help but snarl back.
“What the bloody hell do you think I want? Git. Want you to accept Xander into the Clan so we can get as far away from your ugly mug as possible. If you were human I’d tell you to eat more fiber, but since you’re not all I can guess is that you're emotionally constipated and that’ll take more help than either of us has to give.”
He really wasn’t surprised when a meaty hand wrapped around his neck and lifted him. He could hear the slamming of the door behind Angel. Usually he’d fight but just to be different he hung there and smirked at his Grandsire. The poof was getting too comfortable dealing with humans; he’d forgotten that Spike didn’t need to breathe and wasn’t intimidated.
“I’ll be there when I get there, Spike. I have to get through to Connor first.”
“You’re an idiot if you think spending a day or two nattering at him about how much you love him is going to change things overnight. He’s been bloody well tortured for sixteen years! You pouting at him isn’t going to do a damn thing but prove you’re the bad guy.”
Angel shook him a little and then he was dropped. Spike picked himself up and straightened his clothes before leaning against the wall. Angel was leaning against the door to his suite. He looked as if someone had kicked his puppy.
“I…I just don’t know what to do.”
“Hoo-bloody-rah! That’s the first step to doing something useful with your miserable life. You have a damn demon that can read auras; have you asked for his help? Have you even used your fingers in those stupid Yellow Pages and found a shrink? This is LA, you know there’s some doctor out here that deals with demon families. For fuck’s sake, there’s shrinks for people’s bloody poodles! Have you even asked your friends down there in the lobby that keep on looking at Xan and me as if we’re insane? You need to get a pair of pliers and pull your head out of your arse before the boy hates you even more than he does now.”
It was odd, seeing his Grandsire looking so…defeated. This was Angelus, the vampire who taught him how to hunt, how to make his victims last. This was also the man he’d fought with time and time again. Over Drusilla, over his stupid plans, over…well, just about anything, really. If one of them said the moon was full the other would argue that it wasn’t.
If it was anyone other than Angelus and him, Spike would have claimed that it was unresolved sexual tension.
He shook his head. There had been that one time but they were drunk and…
“William?”
Spike looked up at the unusual use of his given name. Even Xander didn’t call him William, or else he’d be calling Xan Alex. His reply, therefore, came out sounding a mite more surly than he would have liked. “What?”
“Get Xander and be in your rooms in an hour. I’ll…be there.”
Spike opened his mouth to say something and then changed his mind. He didn’t want to piss his Grandsire off anymore than he had to before he was in a room with Xander. He nodded and turned and walked down the hall.
He pretended not to hear the soft 'thank you' that followed in his wake.
*****
“You’re going to be here, right, Spike? I mean, I know I’m supposed to be all demony now, but I’m all nervous. I don’t know if it’s the soul or if it’s the thought of Angel naked. If I had eaten cookies recently I would toss them.”
Spike snorted and ran his hand through his Childe’s hair. They were both lying on the bed, Xander in his arms, and he could feel his Childe’s nervousness. “He’s not going to hurt you, luv. 'S not like he’s Angelus anymore, is it? Considering his state of mind it’ll be a “Wham, bam, thank you, Xan.” Then he’ll go back to brooding in front of his kid. It’ll be okay, pet.”
“You’ll stay here the entire time, right, Daddy?”
Usually Xander called him Daddy to wind him up a bit, not that it took much, Spike reflected. This time, though, he got the feeling that Xander was actually wanting reassurance.
“Of course, Childe. Not leaving you, not even for a second. And tomorrow night we’ll go home to our new cabin and it’ll be just us. You’ll see. You’ll be fine.”
“The lawyers should be sending my insurance money soon. We should do something special.”
“Tell you what, we’ll throw a Happy Deathday party and have all your friends over to see the new place. Even the Slayer. Not much she can do now that you’re starting to learn what to do with your demon.”
Xander chuckled. “It would be fun. We could have it all in red and black and watch bad vampire movies and make fun of them all night. It might just get them to accept everything, you know?”
Spike sighed and kissed Xander on the top of his head. “I know you want Red and the Slayer to be happy for you, luv, but they just don’t get it. At least, not yet. Maybe with time …”
“That’s just it, Sire! They don’t have time! How can you stand it? I mean, I see all these people, my friends, and I know that in a hundred years they’ll all be dead! Don’t they realize how much there is to do and enjoy? It makes me so pissed at the way Buffy acted after we brought her back. Yeah, she was in a good place but this can be good too! And she and Willow just…sit there, like they’re in mourning for me and isn’t it awful that I let you seduce me to the Dark Side or some shit! It’s not just me they’re hurting, it’s them too and they don’t get it!”
As Xander got more enthusiastic his hand waved and there was a spark in his eyes. Spike held back a chuckle at the fact that this was an undead creature of the night wanting to lecture his friends on living. He grabbed his Childe by the arms and pulled him close, rubbing and caressing him to get his mind off his worries.
“I know, pet, I know.” He continued to gentle his Childe, getting his mind off his disapproving friends and his worry over being taken by Angel. That would come soon enough. He pulled Xander close and kissed him, using every trick he’d learned in well over a hundred years of enjoying life, despite being dead.
Oh yes, he and his Childe had much in common.
When he finally pulled away they were both in their true faces, and Xander was panting. Then he realized there was another presence in the room. He looked over to find Angel at the foot of their bed.
“It’s time.”
Part Nineteen