Ame's Insanity (amejisuto) wrote in ames_weirdness, @ 2010-01-17 15:08:00 |
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Entry tags: | buffy tvs, damned!verse, spike/xander |
Damned With You -- Spike/Xander Rated NC17 16/20
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 Sixteen
“You didn’t have to do that, you know.”
Spike looked up at his Childe and gave his most innocent expression. “What?”
Xander laughed, which was a sure sign he didn’t buy it. “You didn’t have to knock him unconscious. There were two of us and only one of him; we could have just taken him into the hotel without giving him a bruised jaw.”
Spike pulled Connor over his shoulder to carry him into the Hyperion. “He was running his mouth off about shite he doesn’t even know about. It’s one thing to be all pissy because we’re vamps, he’s been raised by that bastard Holtz after all, but he didn’t have to call you a queer.”
Xander sighed and followed him into the building. “He called us both names, and it’s not like we haven’t heard them before. Besides, he’s just spouting the same crap that bastard taught him all these years. It’s a learned behavior. All demons are evil, only men and women should be together, a woman’s place is barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen. It’s been hardwired into his brain since he was a baby; it’s not all his fault.”
“Bollocks. If that was all there is to it you’d be as big a lump as your father.” Spike fought the urge to growl. Xander’s parents were mostly ignored by both of them. They hadn’t reacted well to Anya’s decision to call off the marriage and had blamed it all on Xander. The only reason he didn’t kill them was because Xander had always said he didn’t want them to feel important enough to kill.
Maybe now that he was a vampire he’d have second thoughts. After all, it would be easier for him to participate now.
“You forget one thing, Spike. Growing up I had Willow and Jesse and then Giles and Buffy and other people to help me figure out how to act. All Connor has had is that Holtz guy. If Angel ever wants to get his son back even halfway sane, he’s going to have to force the kid into some major therapy. I’m talking hours and hours of Dr. Phil and Oprah, here.”
Spike had to grin at the mental image of this slip of a boy and Angel trying to talk out their differences on the telly. If Angel treated Conner anything like he’d treated him back in the days when he was William…well, he’d have to get it through his big head that you shouldn't hit your kid.
Of course Spike had hit the kid but he wasn’t the whelp’s Dad so it didn’t matter.
He followed Xander into the hotel, his eyes drawn to his khaki covered arse. So far Xander refused to wear all black or even black and red, saying that he didn’t want to perpetuate the stereotype. Personally, Spike thought his Childe had been watching too many daytime TV shrinks.
“Oi! Peaches, got your Emo boy here. Where do you want him?”
There was no one in the lobby so Spike just dropped the kid on the couch. Connor was sort of handsome in a youthful, waiflike way. Nothing like his Xander, though. He still remembered the night Angel tried to trick him by giving him the boy who later on would become his Childe. Xander had been scared, yes, but mostly he had been furious at Angelus.
That was one of the things that kept the child alive at the time. Spike had been impressed at the fire the boy had and how much he could sense that Xander truly hated the souled version of his Grandsire. Now he was doubly glad he did because Xander was his of his own free will.
Spike just wished that someone other than Darla had been the kid’s mother. Even Dru, weird as that would be, would have been easier for him to deal with. He had really tried to talk to the lad but between seeing Darla’s eyes and hearing Holtz’s hatred spilling out of his mouth…well, the kid was lucky he'd just slugged him.
Xander yelled a few more times and people started appearing from different areas of the hotel. Gunn and his bird in their jimmies looking all rumpled and some green…thing with red horns, a dressing gown and a sleeping mask. Spike snorted. It was Jerry Springer they needed to be on, not Oprah.
“Spike! What the hell do you want?”
Ah, there was the voice of reason. Well, really the voice of total annoyance. Angel came bounding down the stairs, looking like he’d been having yet another conversation with Jack Daniels and Johnny Walker. Spike nudged Xander and his Childe tested the scent on the air and nodded.
“Nothing much, Peaches. Just thought you’d like to welcome the Prodigal Son home and all that crap. Or would you rather go back upstairs and have a drink to celebrate? You’re smelling awfully fermented.”
“Shut up, Spike! What the hell did you do to Connor?”
Spike just pressed his lips together and started humming the Jeopardy theme. It wasn’t as annoying as the Barney song but it was close. Xander came to lean against his back and snickered in his ear.
“SPIKE!”
“Gee, DangerMouse, it seems to me like you told him to shut up. He’s just doing what you asked.” Xander sounded annoyingly sweet and polite and Spike could hear Gunn swear to himself before pulling his girl back up the stairs and to bed. The green demon, whatever he, she, it was, said something under his breath about not getting in the middle of family squabbles and followed.
Angel looked like he was actually going to pull out his hair and for a moment Spike thought he saw the older vampire go cross-eyed with rage. He just grinned and silently pointed at the couch behind them where Connor was sleeping.
All of the anger left his face and all that was left was a profound sadness. Even Xander sensed it because, with the exception of holding onto Spike tighter, he stilled. They watched as Angel brushed the hair out of his child’s face and lightly touched the bruise where Spike had knocked him out.
“Angel…he’s going to need some serious help. I know you want to be all noble and stuff and let him make up his own mind but he doesn’t really have one. All he knows is the garbage Holtz has been telling him. Lock him in his room and make him get therapy, if only to where he's had enough help so he can make an informed choice.”
Spike looked at Xander. “Where in the hell did you get that…shit?” He hissed under his breath.
“Spencer novels. Robert B. Parker really is damn fucking smart and Spencer is the greatest private detective ever. He could kick Magnum’s ass with one hand tied behind his back.”
Spike just shook his head. Trust his Childe to come out with a pretty impressive bit of wisdom from a paperback.
Angel, though, shook his head. “I just can’t ask him to come into my world. He's been in the darkness long enough; he deserves to live a real life.”
“If you think that bloody tosser Holtz is going to give it to him, you’ve got another think coming, Angelus. The bastard is the type that once he kills you he’ll turn on your boy there just to get rid of what’s left of you. Bastard’s had it in for you for longer than I’ve been undead, which is fucking well saying something.”
“He needs to be in the light, and I can’t give that to him. He’s my baby boy…”
“Get him help, Angel. Let him find his own way.” Xander’s voice was sad and Spike wondered what memories this little scene might have raised in his Childe’s brain. They were quiet as Angel picked up his son and carried him up the stairs.
“Jesus fucking Christ! Where the hell does he get his dialog? I can’t drag my son into the darkness with me… You’d think it was a bad episode of Forever Knight!”
Xander’s sudden outburst made Spike laugh. “You’ve got to admit, that Nick bloke is the only vampire in the world more depressing than Angel.”
“Well, there’s Anne Rice’s Louis.”
“He wasn’t depressing, Xan-luv, he was just a ponce. Well, a ponce who was seriously undersexed…why the hell she thought that up, I’ll never know.”
Part Seventeen