Ame's Insanity (amejisuto) wrote in ames_weirdness, @ 2010-01-09 16:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | buffy tvs, damned!verse, spike/xander |
Damned With You -- Spike/Xander Rated NC17 4/20
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 Four
Spike had almost given up hope that Xander would wake up that night when suddenly the body on the bed shuddered. Xander’s eyes popped open but Spike could tell he was still unable to focus and he drew a breath that was now unneeded and nearly choked on it.
Spike moved behind his Childe quickly, propping him up against his chest. Xander was nude, and Spike only had on a pair of jeans so he was able to comfort his Childe skin to skin.
“Shh…it’s okay, Xander. Calm down, pet. I’m here, it’s Spike. You’re safe…calm down.” He kept up his litany of reassuring noises until Xander sagged in his arms and relaxed. All the while he let his hands pet and touch Xander, just trying to quiet, to connect to his Childe.
“S—Spike?” Xander’s voice was harsh from where it hadn’t been used. He was in what was now his true face and Spike traced a finger over the smooth ridges of his forehead. Golden eyes glittered in the dim light of the room and his fangs were prominent.
Even as a vampire, his lover was beautiful.
“Yeah, Xan, I’m here. Take your time; do you remember what happened?”
“No…not really. I feel awfully weird, Spike, and I’m hungry. Why is it so bright in here? What’s wrong with me?”
Spike held him tight for a moment before pulling Xander around to look at him. “There was…an accident. Someone on the site was drunk and set off a spark near a gas line. A lot of your mates on site died, luv, and a wall collapsed on you. You were hurt really bad, paralyzed from the neck down. Later on you had a blood clot that caused a heart attack or something. You were really bad off, Xan, and I found your papers…”
A look of pain crossed Xander’s face at the mention of his friends' deaths and Spike knew that Xander was pretty much still Xander. Spike watched as the realization really sank in. Surprisingly, a smile crossed his face, at odds with the deadly fangs.
“You turned me! I mean, it’s bad that I was hurt because I wasn’t expecting it and, really, when would you? But you turned me! I was afraid you wouldn’t want me. I mean, we’ve only been together a little while and I kinda read books about how much of a commitment it is to make a Childe…I am your Childe, right, I mean I’m not your minion am I? Not that that would be bad but I’d rather be your Childe and...oh! Do I have a soul or do we have to run? I bet Buffy is more than pissed. Do I have to call Angel Grandsire now? And…”
About the second sentence into his babble Spike’s jaw had dropped. He’d expected remorse for his death…Xander being upset at his vampiric condition, not a seeming unending stream of babble accompanied by an enthusiastic look.
The stress of the past few days caught up with Spike because he found himself chuckling at the Xander-ness of it all, at the mention of Angelus being told that Spike had a Childe and finding out it was Xander, and he let out a bellow of laughter.
Xander looked at him curiously and the sight of his Childe with that look on his face made Spike lose it completely. He laughed till his sides were sore and then caught Xander up in a tight hug, kissing him all over his face.
“M’so glad it’s you, Xan. I was so worried becoming a demon would change you but that was pure Xanderbabble, no doubt about it. Love you, Xan, so very much.”
His Childe curled up in his arms and hugged him back. “Love you too, Sire. That is right, to call you Sire?”
“Sire, Spike; as worried as I was you, would probably get away with calling me a big girl’s blouse. Either Spike or Sire is good, Xander, s’not like I’m going to train you like Angelus trained me. Glinda gave you your soul so we won’t be going on a killing spree, more's the pity. I gave you plenty of my blood so yes, you are my Childe, and you’ve got all your marbles. Was worried about that, it’s not like the Aurelius line is chock full of sanity so I was a might concerned.”
Xander laughed. “I would say I kinda left being sane behind about the same time I invited a certain bleached menace into my bed. And it’s not like I was normal even before that. Thanks for making me a true Childe of yours, Sire, I’ll try to make you proud.”
Xander looked up and gave Spike a teasing look. “And speaking of blood -- and here’s where the eww moment will come in -- I’m hungry.”
Spike had to chuckle at the whine at the end of Xander’s statement. “Well then, let’s get you fed. Be glad I love you, Childe, you’ll get nothing but Sire’s blood for a bit and we’ve got human in the fridge. If I didn’t love you, you’d be stuck drinking that pig’s crap the Watcher forced on me all those years.”
He tugged and pulled at Xander until they were back to their original position, Xander in between Spike’s legs with his back to Spike’s chest. Spike held up his arm to Xander. “Now don’t tear, just gently…bite down. You’re stronger than you’re used to being, don’t want to go at my arm like one of those drumsticks from KFC. Think of it like biting into a plum; you don’t want to make the skin rip and the blood spray all over. Well, not now. Might be fun to play like that some other time. Go on…bite, Childe.”
Xander flicked an uncertain look at him before gently biting down on Spike’s arm. Instinct took over and he used his lips to seal around the wound so not one drop of blood would be lost and Spike made an approving rumbling sound in his chest. The feel of his Childe feeding from him was erotic and he felt himself harden even as his human face fell away.
Xander soon brought his arm up to hold Spike’s to his mouth, almost afraid of having it taken away, and the young vampire make all sorts of happy slurping noises. He wiggled and leaned onto Spike and he could scent their combined arousal in the air.
Spike knew he should probably stop Xander, since most Sires were afraid of their Childer being too strong, but instead he let his lover drink his fill. He used his other arm to pet at Xander, encouraging him, keeping his touch above the waist for now.
Finally Xander slowed down and Spike could tell he was drinking just for pleasure now. Childer and minions lived for a taste of their Maker and after being turned minions would be lucky to get more than a drop or two and only when they had performed outstanding work for their Master.
Childer got more of a taste but not much more unless they were being rewarded or hurt. As a fledge he’d always gotten in trouble or found himself in Angelus’s bad graces and hadn’t had as much of a taste as most other Childer.
Xander was going to end up being spoiled, he just knew it. Still, Spike couldn’t deny the exciting feel of having his lover nurse from him. He couldn’t wait till Xander had the control to feed from the neck; it would be mind blowing.
Xander pulled away and Spike waited to see what he would do. He used his tongue to lave at the wound, making sure it was sealed before kissing at it. Spike ran his fingers through Xander’s hair and his Childe’s first purr broke out.
“Good job, luv, you did it right your first time. Even made sure the bite was healed. Right proud of you.”
Xander snuggled into his hold, his voice sounding odd as he tried to talk and purr at the same time. “You taste good, Spike…better than prime rib and chocolate all at once.”
Spike couldn’t help but chuckle at that. “First time I sank my fangs into you I halfway expected to have a mouthful of chocolate syrup instead of blood, the way you eat the stuff.”
He let his hands roam lower and brushed Xander’s erection before going further down to rub at his lover’s thigh. Xander gave a pleased growling sound and Spike found himself rumbling in his chest in answer to it.
“Can we get to the wild sex part of the night now, Sire? Or are we going to tease each other while sounding like tigers baiting each other? And how weird is it that our sex life has now become an episode of Wild Kingdom?”
Spike nipped at Xander’s ear, earning him a yelp. “Hate to tell you this, pet, but even as a human you made some awfully weird sounds. No matter, though, that’s what good sex is all about, being all loud and messy.”
Xander’s laughter was deep as he turned in Spike’s arms. “Mmmm…let’s see just how messy we can be, Spike.”
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Part Five