Ame's Insanity (amejisuto) wrote in ames_weirdness, @ 2010-01-09 16:37:00 |
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Entry tags: | buffy tvs, damned!verse, spike/xander |
Damned With You -- Spike/Xander Rated NC17 6/20
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 Six
“Do we have to?”
Spike gritted his teeth. “Yes, we do. Xander, I’ve explained this.”
His boy sighed, the sound of it slightly shaky due to the fact his lungs weren’t used to deep breathing for dramatic effect quite yet. “Can’t we just go down to Brazil or wherever and find Drusilla? I like her better; she might be evil and crazy but at least she doesn’t hate me.”
“Xander, you have to be accepted by the Master of our line. That’s Angelus. It will never be Dru. Much as she’s a Master in her own right, she’s way too barmy. So we have to visit Peaches and I’d rather give him a call and warn him than have his Poofyness and his minions trying to kill us as soon as we step foot in his door.”
Xander had his human face showing but he gave a very good growl as he sat down on the couch. “He won’t like it, and won’t do it. Both Angel and his evil twin hate me so I really doubt they’ll do this.”
Spike grabbed the cordless phone and sat down beside his Childe. He hated to think it, but Xander might be right. “Let’s not borrow trouble. If it happens, it happens. We’ll deal with it then.”
Spike had to admit his Childe was doing him proud. Not even two days awake and he’d managed control enough to talk to Tara when she’d come by the cabin earlier that day. She’d been glad to see that Xander was all right but was upset. Evidently, Red and Giles had both taken her to task for agreeing to go along with Xander’s plan, even though it had been what his boy had wanted.
It was Monday. They would be leaving the next night for LA as soon as the sun went down, and before that Spike knew that Xander would have to talk to his friends. So that left tonight, after his call to Angelus.
He needed a drink. Several drinks. If Xander was okay maybe they’d go to Willie’s after the big showdown, get roaring drunk and kill half the demons there. Xander had been training and had surpassed what Spike thought were his own abilities when he was first turned. Then again, that was more than a hundred years ago and, while he had a good memory, those first few days had been filled with little else but hunger and hatred. Hunger for blood, sex, Drusilla and hatred of his own past.
And, of course, hatred of Angelus.
“I don’t know if it makes me feel better or worse that you’re obviously having doubts about calling Angel. Can’t we just…I dunno. Stake him or something? Then you’d be the Master of the Clan and could welcome me. We wouldn’t need him, then.”
Spike grinned for just a moment. He could actually see that; Angelus wouldn’t be expecting Spike to be well fed and with a Childe. Xander’s soul didn’t seem to have a problem with the idea of killing Angelus. Then again, from what he could remember his boy had always been ready to dust the elder vampire. It would be so very easy to do.
Problem was, that would probably tip the Slayer over from being pissed with them to actively hunting them. Spike could handle that, but he’d hate it for Xander’s sake. Add in that Angel was supposedly the sodding Champion of the Powers, and he was afraid that if they dusted him Xander would end up with the job.
A little recreational killing and saving the world was alright, especially with Xander, but he didn’t want to be stuck doing it full time for the next century or two.
“Best not, pet. We don’t want to have your little friends after us more than they are already.”
Xander leaned against his side. His lover had always been affectionate but since his turning he’d been cuddlier. Spike had teased him that he was just a big cuddly puppy the night before and his Childe had vamped out and bitten him. He said it was to remind his Sire that this puppy now had fangs.
After which Spike had thrown him down on the floor to prove who had the bigger fangs.
“If you’re just going to sit there and fantasize about sex, maybe I’d better call, Spike.”
Xander grabbed the phone from his hand and there was a brief tussle for possession. Spike finally let his boy have it, simply because he had a better chance of getting through to the poof’s secretary.
“Brat.”
Xander dialed the phone and grinned at his lover. “Don’t you love me anymore, Daddy?”
The words and tone of voice Xander used went straight to his cock and his pants became uncomfortable. Before his turning Xander had said that he didn’t think he could handle a bigger kink than bedding a vampire. In the past two days, however, his Childe had learned a few tricks that were guaranteed to wrap Spike around his little finger even more than he already was.
He growled. “Not nice, boy.”
Xander fluttered his eyelashes. “Gonna punish me, then?”
He lost his human face and dragged Xander onto his lap. He wrapped his arms around his squirming Childe and pressed his hips upwards, letting his boy know how much his words had affected his Sire. Xander just laughed and squirmed more.
“Angel Investigations, we help the hopeless. How may I help you?” The voice on the other end of the line was definitely that of the prom queen’s.
“Hey Cordy, it’s Xander. Is Angel around?”
“Xander, why are you calling here?”
“Umm, you mean Buffy hasn’t called you guys?”
“No, why should she? Is something wrong, Xander?” Her voice had gotten shrill and both Spike and Xander winced at how the sharp sound grated on their ears.
“Fuck, Cordy, why don’t you shriek? No, there isn’t anything wrong. Well, not really. I’m…kind of dating Spike and I needed to talk to De—Angel about something.”
“Okay, I so don’t want to know about your sex life. And I thought you and Anya was weird! But why do you need to talk to Angel?”
Xander chuckled. “Thought you didn’t want to know about mine and Spike’s sex life, Cordelia. Change your mind?”
“What? You’re calling Angel about sex!?”
“Well, Spike did spend a lot of time with Angelus…”
“Okay, eww! Just stop. Ignorance is bliss and I want to stay blissful. He’s downstairs, trying to beat some sense into Connor. Hold on.”
Xander sighed and sank into Spike’s arms. “I think I’m glad we don’t talk to the gang in LA that much; I couldn’t handle telling her that I’m dead.”
“You’re only a little bit dead, pet, and there’s a difference. Not looked through your pockets for change yet, have I?” He let his hands roam to his Childe’s chest and then made a grab for the phone. “Here, it’s probably best if I do this.”
“Whatever. It’s not like I want to talk to Angel.” Xander sighed. “I can’t really call him Deadboy anymore, I’ll have to think of something else. Grandpa, maybe?”
Spike snorted. “Have to be Great Grandpa, pet.”
Xander hopped up and down on his lap and Spike grunted. It hurt so fucking good. “I know!! I know!! I can call him DangerMouse and Wesley can be Penfold!”
Before Spike could laugh or slap Xander upside the head for being a geek, Spike heard Angel come on the line.
“Xander, what the fuck are you thinking?!”
Spike wanted a cigarette, badly. “He’s thinking up new nicknames to call you, Poof, that’s what he’s thinking.”
“Spike.” One word but Angel managed to put as much hatred as he could into it and Spike found a corner of his mind rethinking Xander's whole killing Angelus idea.
“Peaches.”
“What do you want, Spike?”
This would be so much easier if Angelus didn’t have that pesky soul. “Me and Xan, we’ve been together for the past two months…”
“Together?” If possible, Angel’s voice got even flatter.
“Yeah, that’s what you call it when you actively seek out someone else and spend your time shagging like weasels. We’re together.”
“You, and Xander, are together. And you’re telling me this…why?”
“Well, there was this accident down at the site where he worked. He was hurt real bad, yeah? And I only followed his wishes, got him fixed up with a soul good and proper and everything.”
“Spike, you had better not be telling me what I think you’re telling me.”
Spike smirked and goosed Xander. He knew his Childe was listening to everything that was being said. “Congratulations, Gramps, it’s a boy.”
“You turned Xander. You turned Xander Harris, vampire hater extreme, bumbling idiot and sidekick to the Vampire Slayer?”
“Oi! I’ll have you know that my boy’s not an idiot! Never has been. Smart enough to stand up to you, both with soul and without, so you shove that thought up your arse! Told you, we’ve been together for a while, I’ve been all domesticated and everything. Chip even stopped working and I didn’t go on a bloody rampage. Even rinse my bloody mugs and once in a while cook dinner. Even let Xan have a go at being on top a time or two. But Xan…he was hurt bad, Angelus, worse than Dru ever was. She was just weak but he…even if he had lived it would have been terrible. Living inside a shell of what he once was. And he left these letters, see, about his wishes if something should happen to him. Like, instead of being buried he wanted to be cremated so no one could dig him up for parts.”
Spike could feel Xander turning in his lap but he didn’t pay any attention to it. A soft nip to his ear captured his attention, though, and Xander was whispering in his ear. “Spike, you’re babbling. Just…ask.”
Spike really needed that drink now. “Right, anyhow, he wanted to be turned if something happened and I wanted him. So I did. Glinda stuck his soul on tight, so it’s not like we’re going out and killing innocent virgins. That is, if you can find any this day and age in Southern California.”
“Hey, Dawn had better be innocent still or I’m gonna find the guy who did it and put him in a world of hurt!”
Spike clapped a hand over his Childe’s mouth but the damage was done. “I thought you said he had a soul, Spike.”
Xander leaned over and spoke near the phone. “Would have done it before becoming Deadboy the Third, Angel, and if you caught some guy trying to take advantage of Buffy’s little sister you can’t tell me you wouldn’t tear his dick off with your bare hands, demon or not.”
There was a moment of silence and then the sound of rueful laughter. “There is that. Spike, I assume you want to visit?”
“Yeah, Angelus. He’s my Childe, after all. If he’s not welcomed into the Clan, members of other Clans will try to hurt him and it’s not like the Aurelius Line is strong right now. He’ll need your protection and mine.”
“When are you leaving?”
“Sunset tomorrow.” Spike allowed himself to relax. Evidently, Angel approved of Xander wanting to castrate anyone taking advantage of Dawn. That was…an odd bonding moment that all three of them could agree on.
“Why not tonight?”
Spike laughed and Xander spoke into the phone again. “Sorry, DangerMouse, my funeral is tonight and I kinda wanted to watch.”
Part Seven