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BtVS AU/AR › Slash - Male/Male › Spike(William)/Xander
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
50
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15,357
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42
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I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Eleven
Two days later and Xander was less worried about his friends finding out about Spike and just plain worried about Buffy.
“What’s up with her?” Cordelia was angry, and for once Xander couldn’t blame her. Ever since Buffy had come back from LA she was spacey. Well, spacey when she wasn’t being a total bitch. If that was how she was going to act after hanging out with her big city friends she could go right back, as far as Xander was concerned.
He didn’t like the fact that he wanted to defend Cordelia. Then again, she had given him a sort of backhanded compliment on his new clothes. If you counted “Get someone who wasn’t colorblind to buy your clothes for you this year, Xander?” Which, he did.
He looked at Willow and Cordelia and shook his head. “Well, someone pissed in her Cheerios today.”
“Xander!!” Willow’s voice was outraged and raised an octave but Cordy’s eyebrow rose and, if he wasn’t mistaken, she had had to fight off a snicker.
“Well, it’s true! I mean, I’m all for the Cordy-snarkage. Just like she’s always ready for a game of Xander-bashing, but that took it too far. Maybe we need to get her out of school and talk to her, you know?”
Cordy looked at him as if he’d just said something weird. “Xander Harris is defending me. I think you little weirdoes need to go check with Giles, we may have another apocalypse coming.”
She turned around and flounced off. Xander looked at Willow and they ended up laughing. They turned and started to class. Buffy had a study hall in the library that period, something Giles had maneuvered to have time to train his Slayer. Willow had geometry and Xander--he had talked to the guidance counselor and changed geometry to creative writing.
Willow had been upset and pointed out how Xander would never get into college without one or two higher maths. He’d just shrugged. He really didn’t see himself going to college, money issues aside. But thanks to Spike he did find that he liked to read, and had figured between that and his wild imagination he’d be good at writing and it would be fun. Plus, the homework wouldn’t be quite as mind bending.
He hoped.
“Xander…what is this with the new look and new…Xander, anyway?”
He looked at himself and figured it was a big change. He actually had new clothes, ones that fit and he had gotten to choose. His favorite colors were blacks and grays, not the weird oranges and reds that he had worn before. He even had new tennis shoes, and at Spike’s there was a pair of motorcycle boots in black with big silver buckles.
“I just finally had my own money and went shopping by myself, all new stuff. Neat, huh?”
He had a lot of his new stuff at Spike’s, not all of it, but the stuff he didn’t want his Dad to find. The man would either steal some of it or throw it out. Some of the stuff at Spike’s were things there was no way in hell he was going to let his Dad in the same neighborhood as. Especially since he’d gone to the bookstore looking for a newer copy of Beowulf to take to school with him and had ended up spending a good bit of the money he had left over from buying clothes.
It had been right after school so he was still dressed nicely and the kid at the register hadn’t even looked twice at some of his purchases. Which was good, considering that mixed in with the Robert B. Parker and Dragonrider novels were a few books about being gay, and one erotic fiction.
All male erotic fiction.
“It—it looks good on you, Xander. You look, I don’t know, different.” Willow peered at him, her hair swinging forward to cover her face. “You’re not doing drugs or something, are you?”
Xander laughed. “No, Wills, no drugs.” Unless you counted the adrenalin high he got from just being near Spike. He shrugged at his friend. “Guess I’m just…growing up.”
The warning bell rang and before Willow could interrogate him anymore he started sprinting down the hall. “Gotta get to class, Wills, we’re doing haikus! Talk to you later!”
“See you at the Bronze tonight, Xander! And you’d better be normal!”
Xander rolled his eyes at that. One of his best friends was the Slayer and another was a vampire. Add in a Watcher and the fact that he hung out over the mouth to Hell? There was no way he’d ever be normal.
*****
Spike was sitting in the living room, smoking and basically trying to fill time waiting for the sun to set. It'd been harder to move around town and not be seen by anyone the past few days, what with minions scurrying all over the place gathering some sort of spell ingredients and Angelus lurking around, following his ladylove.
It was frustrating, to say the least, and Spike knew he was going to have to step up his timetable. He’d wanted to let his presence in town to be known after All Hallows, but patience was never his strong suit.
If asked he’d deny it, but privately he would admit that he missed Xander. Not that he hadn’t seen the lad since the Slayer had come back, in fact he’d been by that afternoon. But between school and friends and slaying…well, it just wasn’t the same as it was when Xander had time and would come over and just be there for most of the day. He’d gotten used to the sound of a human in the house.
That was all. He just missed the sound of a heartbeat.
When Xander had come by for his boots earlier, he’d been oddly quiet. Spike knew it had something to do with the Slayer; after all, the mood had started the day after she came back. He thought about asking what was bothering him, but he knew Xander wouldn’t say. The lad knew very well that, even if Spike didn’t mean to, any information about Buffy might be used against her at some future point in time.
He stood up and paced the length of the room. The only thing to do, then, was follow Xander and find out what the Slayer was doing to get him all knotted up. The lad had a head start but he’d come by the house for the good clubbing clothes that he’d bought. As soon as the sun set, he’d head straight for the Bronze.
He could pick up someone to eat on the way.
*****
Spike had to fight to keep from showing his true face as he watched from a corner of the balcony. No wonder Xander had been quiet. Spike had watched as Red had flirted with Xander and the boy tried to keep from hurting her feelings or encourage her. Then he witnessed the small blond powerhouse come in and trample all over Angelus as if he were nothing.
Normally Spike would enjoy that, but the Slayer had gone directly up to Xander and pulled him onto the dance floor. It was obvious, to Spike at least, that the boy wasn’t comfortable and yet the girl just rubbed all over him like a cat in heat.
Spike watched as she whispered something in Xander’s ear and he shoved her away from him. He’d never seen that look on the boy’s face before, a mixture of shame and embarrassment and anger. He could almost hear his heartbeat, even over the band.
The Slayer left, followed out by a dark haired girl. Xander went back to Red but she looked both embarrassed and jealous and wasn’t talking. Angelus was still lurking about, probably brooding about his girl making time with someone else or maybe the ugly shirt he was wearing.
If this was the way the infamous Slayer acted, Spike was surprised she even had any friends, much less someone as loyal as Xander. That had been behavior the likes of Darla had played with, not the Chosen One and leading white hat.
He shook his head and noticed Xander was leaving. He followed as quietly as he could, and when he saw that Xander was headed back to the house he took a detour that would let him get back faster. He wouldn’t let the boy know that he’d been watching, but it was obvious Xander needed a friend.
If only to keep him from overdosing on chocolate.
*****
“What’s up with her?” Cordelia was angry, and for once Xander couldn’t blame her. Ever since Buffy had come back from LA she was spacey. Well, spacey when she wasn’t being a total bitch. If that was how she was going to act after hanging out with her big city friends she could go right back, as far as Xander was concerned.
He didn’t like the fact that he wanted to defend Cordelia. Then again, she had given him a sort of backhanded compliment on his new clothes. If you counted “Get someone who wasn’t colorblind to buy your clothes for you this year, Xander?” Which, he did.
He looked at Willow and Cordelia and shook his head. “Well, someone pissed in her Cheerios today.”
“Xander!!” Willow’s voice was outraged and raised an octave but Cordy’s eyebrow rose and, if he wasn’t mistaken, she had had to fight off a snicker.
“Well, it’s true! I mean, I’m all for the Cordy-snarkage. Just like she’s always ready for a game of Xander-bashing, but that took it too far. Maybe we need to get her out of school and talk to her, you know?”
Cordy looked at him as if he’d just said something weird. “Xander Harris is defending me. I think you little weirdoes need to go check with Giles, we may have another apocalypse coming.”
She turned around and flounced off. Xander looked at Willow and they ended up laughing. They turned and started to class. Buffy had a study hall in the library that period, something Giles had maneuvered to have time to train his Slayer. Willow had geometry and Xander--he had talked to the guidance counselor and changed geometry to creative writing.
Willow had been upset and pointed out how Xander would never get into college without one or two higher maths. He’d just shrugged. He really didn’t see himself going to college, money issues aside. But thanks to Spike he did find that he liked to read, and had figured between that and his wild imagination he’d be good at writing and it would be fun. Plus, the homework wouldn’t be quite as mind bending.
He hoped.
“Xander…what is this with the new look and new…Xander, anyway?”
He looked at himself and figured it was a big change. He actually had new clothes, ones that fit and he had gotten to choose. His favorite colors were blacks and grays, not the weird oranges and reds that he had worn before. He even had new tennis shoes, and at Spike’s there was a pair of motorcycle boots in black with big silver buckles.
“I just finally had my own money and went shopping by myself, all new stuff. Neat, huh?”
He had a lot of his new stuff at Spike’s, not all of it, but the stuff he didn’t want his Dad to find. The man would either steal some of it or throw it out. Some of the stuff at Spike’s were things there was no way in hell he was going to let his Dad in the same neighborhood as. Especially since he’d gone to the bookstore looking for a newer copy of Beowulf to take to school with him and had ended up spending a good bit of the money he had left over from buying clothes.
It had been right after school so he was still dressed nicely and the kid at the register hadn’t even looked twice at some of his purchases. Which was good, considering that mixed in with the Robert B. Parker and Dragonrider novels were a few books about being gay, and one erotic fiction.
All male erotic fiction.
“It—it looks good on you, Xander. You look, I don’t know, different.” Willow peered at him, her hair swinging forward to cover her face. “You’re not doing drugs or something, are you?”
Xander laughed. “No, Wills, no drugs.” Unless you counted the adrenalin high he got from just being near Spike. He shrugged at his friend. “Guess I’m just…growing up.”
The warning bell rang and before Willow could interrogate him anymore he started sprinting down the hall. “Gotta get to class, Wills, we’re doing haikus! Talk to you later!”
“See you at the Bronze tonight, Xander! And you’d better be normal!”
Xander rolled his eyes at that. One of his best friends was the Slayer and another was a vampire. Add in a Watcher and the fact that he hung out over the mouth to Hell? There was no way he’d ever be normal.
*****
Spike was sitting in the living room, smoking and basically trying to fill time waiting for the sun to set. It'd been harder to move around town and not be seen by anyone the past few days, what with minions scurrying all over the place gathering some sort of spell ingredients and Angelus lurking around, following his ladylove.
It was frustrating, to say the least, and Spike knew he was going to have to step up his timetable. He’d wanted to let his presence in town to be known after All Hallows, but patience was never his strong suit.
If asked he’d deny it, but privately he would admit that he missed Xander. Not that he hadn’t seen the lad since the Slayer had come back, in fact he’d been by that afternoon. But between school and friends and slaying…well, it just wasn’t the same as it was when Xander had time and would come over and just be there for most of the day. He’d gotten used to the sound of a human in the house.
That was all. He just missed the sound of a heartbeat.
When Xander had come by for his boots earlier, he’d been oddly quiet. Spike knew it had something to do with the Slayer; after all, the mood had started the day after she came back. He thought about asking what was bothering him, but he knew Xander wouldn’t say. The lad knew very well that, even if Spike didn’t mean to, any information about Buffy might be used against her at some future point in time.
He stood up and paced the length of the room. The only thing to do, then, was follow Xander and find out what the Slayer was doing to get him all knotted up. The lad had a head start but he’d come by the house for the good clubbing clothes that he’d bought. As soon as the sun set, he’d head straight for the Bronze.
He could pick up someone to eat on the way.
*****
Spike had to fight to keep from showing his true face as he watched from a corner of the balcony. No wonder Xander had been quiet. Spike had watched as Red had flirted with Xander and the boy tried to keep from hurting her feelings or encourage her. Then he witnessed the small blond powerhouse come in and trample all over Angelus as if he were nothing.
Normally Spike would enjoy that, but the Slayer had gone directly up to Xander and pulled him onto the dance floor. It was obvious, to Spike at least, that the boy wasn’t comfortable and yet the girl just rubbed all over him like a cat in heat.
Spike watched as she whispered something in Xander’s ear and he shoved her away from him. He’d never seen that look on the boy’s face before, a mixture of shame and embarrassment and anger. He could almost hear his heartbeat, even over the band.
The Slayer left, followed out by a dark haired girl. Xander went back to Red but she looked both embarrassed and jealous and wasn’t talking. Angelus was still lurking about, probably brooding about his girl making time with someone else or maybe the ugly shirt he was wearing.
If this was the way the infamous Slayer acted, Spike was surprised she even had any friends, much less someone as loyal as Xander. That had been behavior the likes of Darla had played with, not the Chosen One and leading white hat.
He shook his head and noticed Xander was leaving. He followed as quietly as he could, and when he saw that Xander was headed back to the house he took a detour that would let him get back faster. He wouldn’t let the boy know that he’d been watching, but it was obvious Xander needed a friend.
If only to keep him from overdosing on chocolate.
*****