Damned With You -- Spike/Xander Rated NC17 20/20
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 Twenty
“Xander! Will you get your shit together and get down here! For fuck’s sake, I may be immortal but I really don’t want to spend another century in this god forsaken hellhole!” He glanced over at Angel. “No offence, but let’s face it, mate, from what I’ve heard you’ve had giant roaches. That gives a place a bad reputation, you know?”
Angel closed his eyes and opened them again in a slow motion sort of blink. “You are leaving for good, correct? And taking your Childe with you?”
“No, mate, we’ve decided to buy the lot down the block and set up shop. Figured a little competition will do you good. Of course we’re leaving, you great big tit. Neither one of us wants to hang around and watch you try to bond with Angel Jr. Just as well, too, because Charlie thinks he’s being so sly by watching from the back room that he seems to forget that I’m a fucking vampire and can hear him breathe. If the bloke had any hair he would have lost it by now, angsting over me and Xan being here.”
He could hear an agonized groan from said back room and then a feminine giggle. Spike knew if given half a chance he’d probably like Fred. The little girl had some serious spunk, but her guard dog was more trouble than he was worth.
Angel made a soft sighing sound and Spike had to grin to himself. He knew Xander was doing something halfway evil upstairs, but he wasn’t sure what it was. All his Childe had said was to distract Angel downstairs. Spike chose to do this by yelling at Xander to hurry up and blowing smoke in Angel’s personal space.
In truth, he was almost sad to be leaving. Well, not really, but he did hope that the big idiot got things patched up with the Fruit of his Loins. If only so that Angel didn’t brood into the next millennium. And, in reality, Spike couldn’t blame Gunn for being overprotective; the human had lived too long with his kind making midnight snacks out of his family and friends.
Still, it was amusing to aggravate them. Almost as fun as winding Red up and watching her babble in embarrassment when she’d catch him and Xander having a snog.
There was the sound of thunder coming from the upper levels and Spike grinned to hear Xander making as much noise as was possible before attempting to slide down the banister. Since the stairs switched directions halfway he had to jump off and start again, making an even bigger racket, and Spike grinned to see Angel open his mouth and then close it.
He could almost see his Grandsire’s thoughts running across his face. “They’re leaving and I don’t have to see them again; I just have to wait a little bit longer and they’ll be out of my overly styled but fascinating hair.”
Or something to that effect, Spike was sure.
Spike looked at his lover as he pulled his duster closed around him. “Finally. Can we go now?”
“Sure, just a second.” Xander stopped right in front of Angel and looked at him before poking him in the stomach.
“Ah! What the hell?”
Xander grinned and bounced on his heels. “Just checking to see if you were evil. I’d hate to leave and you go on a killing spree. Then we’d have to come back up to kill you and I'd never get home.”
Angel nearly growled. “It’s supposed to be a moment of perfect happiness. Believe me, the two of you have been so annoying it would take a miracle for me to be that happy.”
Instead of getting angry, Xander just grinned and Spike didn’t even bother to hide his smirk. “You know that’s a good enough reason to make us stay, you know? We can hang out and check your closet for leather pants and velvet shirts once a week or something.”
Spike dug out a cigarette and lit it. “That doesn’t have to mean he’s Angelus, luv, could also mean he’s decided to run a stable of girls.”
Xander laughed. “Pimp Daddy Angel. Oh, that’s too funny!”
This time Angel did growl and turned to walk behind the lobby desk. “If I take enough aspirin will you both go away?”
Spike grinned. They’d annoyed Angel for a week now and he supposed it was time to give the older man a break. “Come on, pet, let’s get home. Oh, Peaches, if you ever decide to get your head out of your ass about Penfold, call the Magic Box.”
“Who?”
Xander rolled his eyes. “Wesley, you doof. Penfold to your Dangermouse, Q to your 007, the smart guy with the glasses. He’s moving to Sunnydale to work at the Magic Box. He wasn’t for the idea at first but I called Anya and she talked him into it.”
“Badgered the poor git, most likely. She might not be a demon anymore but your ex is still fucking scary.” Xander just shrugged and Spike walked over and threw an arm around his Childe’s neck, dragging him towards the door. “You know where we’ll be if you need us, Peaches. Have a fun time prancing around like a ballerina. Tell your minions they can come out of hiding now, we’ll be on our way.”
As they left both vampires could hear Gunn’s loud “Thank God!” and the sound of wood hitting wood. Xander got into the passenger side of their car and looked at Spike. “Sounds like Dangermouse is banging his head against the wall!”
Spike grinned. “And just what did you do before leaving? I refuse to believe it was that hard to find your shoes.”
Xander bounced in his seat. “You know those picture frames with the recorder?? The other night when we were out hunting, that was what I slipped into that specialty store for. I bought, like, ten of them. They’re hidden in about ten different places in the hotel and they’ll go off when there’s a loud noise or a door closes or something. It’ll take him a week to find them all.”
Spike couldn’t help it, he laughed. That was just so juvenile and such a Xander thing to do. “Do I want to know what you put on the little things?”
Xander shifted in his seat and Spike maneuvered the car into the traffic, heading towards the Hellmouth. “Different things. One was of me screaming your name, one was of me singing the Addams Family theme. Oh, and the one in his bedroom, it will play the Dangermouse theme song. Don’t want him forgetting about us, do we?”
“Only you, Childe, only you.”
“Sire? Do you think Angel and Connor will be okay?”
Spike sighed. “I don’t know, luv. It'll take more than a week to deal with that kid’s issues. But I think eventually it will because, if nothing else, Angel really does love him. I just hope that’s enough.”
******
The party was in full swing and Spike had to stand back and admire. Anya and Giles had already left to go back to the Mother Country, and more power to them. He knew that Xander was still friends of a sort with his ex but that didn’t mean he had to like it.
Dawn was babbling Wesley into submission in a corner of their living room. The entire gang had been invited over for a Housewarming/Deathday party. Willow and Buffy had frowned at that last bit but had come, which had made Xander happy to no end.
There was pizza and music and videos for the big TV for later on. The new Watcher was fitting in nicely and, while Xander’s prediction of him and Tara being a good couple hadn’t come through as of yet, they did work well together and Spike had to be glad for that. He owed Tara a great deal, and she was one of the few humans that he actually felt comfortable around. Didn’t treat Xander any differently either, which was good.
Red and the Slayer still acted on edge around Xander, even though it had been a month since his turning. They were in another corner of the room now, talking softly, and Spike turned his attention to check on Xander.
His Childe looked over his shoulder for a moment and threw him a quick grin. Xander was comfortable with being a demon, something Spike was thankful for each day. He was able to control himself for the most part, and even when he slipped and got too aggressive it was with good reason.
The biggest slip had been during one patrol not a week before, when a fledge had almost gotten Red. Xander had gone into an almost berserker like rage, tearing the entire group of fledges apart nearly single handedly. Both the Slayer and Red had looked sort of sick, which Spike didn’t really understand. You’d think they’d be glad he protected his friends, but instead they were disturbed by how violent he could be.
Then again, even when he was a human they had both underestimated Xander.
Spike heard his name and tried to pay more attention.
“I really don’t get it, Xander. I mean, it was weird when you two got together. It was like you were just friends and then all of a sudden started sleeping together. I just…why did you let him do it?”
Red’s voice was soft at the end and even Spike had to strain to hear it, and Xander’s voice was tightly controlled when he answered.
“It? Which it, Wills? Fall in love with me? Or turn me? You still don’t get it, do you?”
“No, and I’m trying. It's just…”
Willow trailed off and Spike glanced over there to see Buffy with one hand on his Childe’s arm. He growled in the back of his throat but stayed where he was.
“Let’s face it, Xander, it’s odd. And well, after what happened with me, with the Heaven thing and all, I guess we just don’t understand. Doesn’t choosing a demon mean you don’t get to go? Do not pass Go, do not collect $200?”
Xander sighed and Spike could hear a world of sadness in that one action. “No, I guess you really don’t get it, do you? Okay, see, Spike is a demon but I love him. I love him now and I loved him as a human. There was no way he was getting into the Pearly Gates or Summerland or whatever you call it. And since I love him, do you really think it would be heaven for me without him?”
Xander gave a sad sort of chuckle. “Besides, I get the best of both worlds now, the soul and living with Spike. How could I ask for anything more?”
******
Dawn was not far off by the time they finally settled in for their rest. The party had run late, and Dawn had fallen asleep in the middle of the floor and her sister had carried her out. Buffy and Willow had been quiet after their little talk with Xander, but as time wore on they seemed to thaw out.
Xander thought they were getting used to the idea of him being a vampire, but Spike blamed it on the froofy wine coolers.
“Xan, did you mean what you said?”
“When?”
Spike’s voice echoed oddly in the pre-dawn quiet. “That bollocks about heaven and hell and all that.”
“Oh, that.” Xander snuggled in close to his body and Spike squeezed his Childe tight. “Sure. I mean, it’s like that old song, “If I gotta be damned, you know I wanna be damned, dancing through the night with you.” I’m not sure if there is such a thing as heaven, or another life or whatever, despite what happened with Buffy. But if there is, well, it wouldn’t be heaven without the one being I love.”
Spike pulled his Childe, his lover even closer than before and claimed his lips in a kiss. “God, Childe, just when I think I couldn’t love you any more, you go and say something like that.”
“I’m really glad you turned me, Sire.”
“Me too, pet. We’re gonna have a long and happy unlife together, you and I.”
The room was quiet for a few minutes before Xander turned to him.
“So…now that we’ve gotten the romantic stuff over with, do you want to fuck like bunnies?”
Spike grinned, knowing that his lover could see it in the weak light. “What do you think, Childe?”