White Knight, Black Knight

White Knight, Black Knight Chapter Twelve


“Never figured you a Shakespeare fan Pet.”

“Yeah well I was, but I wasn’t. I was interested, but it was hard for me to just sit down and read it alone. Not so good with the reading. And school just made it worse instead of better. I remember in tenth grade having to sit though this reading of Julius Caesar. It sounded good, all sex and murder and stuff, but we he to listen to it on a record and it was scratchy and the actors doing the voices sounded worse than Giles when he’s lecturing. I’d fall asleep. But this? This was fun, I laughed so much and I felt like I could really enjoy it with you. Thanks Spike.”

They were on their way back from an end of summer showing of Shakespeare in the Park in L.A. Xander couldn’t help but smile contentedly. They past two weeks had flown by, and Spike had kept his promise to court. He had a notebook full of notes that the blonde had slipped to him or had delivered, all signed Benedick.

There had been the usual training to use the sword, and pool at Dark Havens, but they’re been dinner and movies at Xander’s apartment and walks that didn’t end up with anything trying to kill them. One night Xander had quickly found he loved the beach at night, when it was nearly deserted and they’d light a bonfire and sit up all night and talk.

They’d had to run to Xander’s truck to beat the sunrise.

Tonight was their third official date and it had been ‘A Midsummer Night’s Dream’. They had amused themselves during the intermission by finding similarities between Angel and Buffy and Oberon and Titania.

It was now after two a.m., and Xander was near that state of contentment where everything was right in the world and he could go to sleep and dream of a chocolate covered Spike. In fact the only thing keeping him up was fear; Spike was driving. In fact the blonde was driving his new SUV.

Xander figured it was a symbolic symbol of trust. That and the DeSoto didn’t have seat belts.

“The teacher made Caesar boring? Bloody hell that’s hard to do. Did this teacher happen to get eaten perhaps?”

“No I think she would have tasted too bland. She was that boring. She retired right after Graduation, I think she had a nervous breakdown or something.”

“Serves her right. And you still haven’t told me how you got interested. Don’t think I don’t know your tricks Pet.”

Xander tried to hide in his seat. “You’re gonna laugh. It’s silly.”

In the darkness of the car he could see Spike look at him before returning his eyes to the road. “Don’t promise I won’t, but I’ll be laughing with you instead of at you.”

“Yeah, yeah that’s what they all say. Okay it’s like this. You know I’m into Star Trek and that sort of thing, right?” He could swear he heard Spike’s eyes rolling but since it was dark he let the vampire get away with it.

“Well there was this one episode of Star Trek where they were investigating some murders and it led to this Shakespeare Acting Troupe. A turn out the guy who played Hamlet’s Father was a mass murderer and his daughter was killing people to cover it up. Still there were some bits and pieces of Hamlet and another play and it sounded cool.”

He looked over at Spike to try and see if the other man was going to start laughing.

“I was like twelve when I saw it and at the age that if Captain Kirk liked it so did I. Then the one with Picard came out and he liked Shakespeare too. So I wanted to read it but never really had the chance. I think I mentioned it once a couple months ago to Willow and Tara. Tara must have remembered and rented that movie and well the rest is with you.” He leaned over and put his hand on Spike’s arm.

“I really liked the play, it was funnier than some sitcoms on, and I can so see you as an evil version of Puck running around and making trouble!”

Spike did laugh at this. “Lord what fools these mortals be? I can see that Pet. Still wouldn’t want to follow Oberon around for eternity, a right wanker that one is.”

“The character or Angel?”

“Both. Either. Take your pick.”

“So you’re not going to laugh?”

”What? At the fact that your school system sucks or that you had to get information from the bloody boob tube? Nope. Not gonna laugh at you Xander.”

The blonde’s tone made Xander flush with happiness and more, and he wished there wasn’t room in-between their seats, he’d love to just lean against Spike till they got home.

Later, when they were home, there were goodnight kisses that made Xander weak with either lust of lack of oxygen, he wasn’t sure which and wasn’t up to figuring it out. Spike could kiss like there was no tomorrow. Lips meeting and tongues and the taste of they chocolates they had shared in the park and blood.

Xander let his hands roam across Spike’s back, getting lower at each pass. Finally he made it to the taught cheeks he’d been dreaming about and pulled the vampire in closer. Just when the thought he might get somewhere, Spike pulled away.

“Naughty, naughty Pet. Nice little boys don’t go that far on third dates.”

“Nice? I’m not nice, and you’re evil.” Spike just chuckled and leaned forward to lick at his ear, sending shivers down his spine and making him harder than he was before.

‘No, believe me, your nice Pet. Very nice.” Spike kissed him again, and it was like the floor was moving under his feet. Spike pulled away with a growl and Xander leaned against his door trying to concentrate.

Shaking his head he couldn’t help but ask. “Do they go that far on fourth dates?”

“Guess we’ll just have to find out. Goodnight Xander.” With that Spike was gone, leaving nothing but his scent and a raging hard on behind.

Xander fished for his keys and muttered to himself under his breath. “Wow. Can’t wait. That is if I don’t die from having blue balls first. Now lets see how high I can run the water bill up.”

Sunday passed quickly, with sleeping in and going on patrol with Tara for once and going to bed to get some sleep for work. Monday came and he was out the door into the late summer sun. When he opened his door though a brown wrapped package was inside. Xander grinned. Spike had a habit of leaving notes on his windshield and now that he had a spare set of car keys he was taking advantage. Now if only he’d take advantage of Xander.

Who woulve tve thought he would get involved with the one vampire that could be chivalrous?


Sitting in his car he read the note before opening the package.

Beatrice-

I know you said you didn’t read much, but this seemed right up your alley Love. See, not laughing.

Benedick

Xander ripped open the brown paper and had to laugh. It was a Star Trek book, Q-In-Law by Peter David, a name he recognized from his comics. Reading the back he found himself almost bouncing in eagerness of reading for once.

Only Spike could find him a Star Trek book with Romeo and Juliet overtones.

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Waking up on a Wednesday afternoon after a good dream Spike had to smile to himself. It was satisfying to have dreams of Xander because he had a chance in hell that they might come true.

The boy was ng ang along nicely. It was good for once being wanted for him. Dru had wanted him once upon a time, but she didn’t want him like he wanted her. He wanted exclusivity. Angelus had only wanted someone strong to dominate, it helped stoke his ego. Darla and Buffy both wanted nothing to do with him.

Now with Xander, hell once that boy gave his loyalty it took a lot to make him give it up. And that was just with friends; Spike could veell ell imagine how it would be like with a lover. In fact he imagined a lot.

He’d been going slowly, the boy had as much pain in his love life as Spike had. That was saying a lot since there was about a 120 years of difference. Of course it meant a lot of time with his right hand, but soon they’d be ready to go that final step. If what he’d smelled two nights ago was any indication the boy was beyond ready.

He couldn’t help but smirk; he knew he had a way of making humans dizzy. This was just the first human he’d ever seduced and not used as a hormone packed dinner.

Hearing a familiar heartbeat Spike pulled on a pair of jeans and shirt and climbed to the upper level of his crypt. It was still afternoon and the mid-September sun was still bright as the door to his crypt swung open. Gods didn’t anyone knock anymore?

“Spike? You in here?”

“No Bit, I’m out trying to get a suntan. Where else would I be?” He stepped out of the shadows and watched as Dawn jumped.

“Sp Not Not nice!”

“Once again I point out: evil vampire here. Of course that wasn’t nice. Now what brings you to my humble abode?”

The young girl threw her backpack down and jumped up to sit on the top of a sarcophagus. It had been a while since he’d been able to see his Dawn, but Xander kept him updated. She smelled of strawberries and baby powder and perfume. A little girl trying to grow up.

“If I ask you a question do you promise not to treat me like…like some kid that doesn’t know anything?”

“If I can Niblet. Depends on the question.” Spike had the feeling he was being set up, Dawn had a look in her eyes that he didn’t like.

“What’s going on with you and Xander? Are you having sex?”

Spike stopped in the middle of lighting a cigarette, it wouldn’t be good for his image if he started choking. Looking at the girl from through narrowed eyes he couldn’t help but wonder what brought this on. He lit his fag and inhaled, blowing out a cloud of smoke before answering.

“What makes you say that Niblet?”

“I’m not an idiot Spike. Xander’s been going around on cloud nine for two weeks now, and while I’ve not seen you as much you look like the cat that got the canary. He’s been extra busy, Buffy’s bitching that he’s not patrolling enough and he’s extra sensitive about certain issues when they involve you. Spill before I run and tell Buffy or worse yet Willow. She’ll turn you into a friend for Amy.”

Spike sighed and sat down next to her, making sure the girl could see him. Dawn was one of the few people in the world, living, undead and dead, that he couldn’t lie to. Not because he didn’t try, but because the perceptive little chit caught him almost every time.

“Hold off calling in the hit men Bit. We’re dating. Yes, wipe that smirk off your face, actual dating. I’m a poof of a vampire, go ahead say it.”

“I think it’s cute!” Spike groaned, just what he needed, to be found cute by someone not legal to drive yet.

“So you gonna tell your sister?”

“Nope, no way. She’ll have a fit and a half. In fact please warn me when you guys do tell her so I can make sure there is a month’s supply of chocolate on hand and I can be out of the house. Do you love him?”

Spike thought for a minute. Neither one of them had said the words just yet, waiting for the time to be right but he was sure of his feelings.

“Yeah Bit, I believe I do.”

“Good cause by what happened last night it’s obvious that Xander loves you and that means I don’t have to hurt you.” She crossed her legs and leaned forward. “Now tell me all about it, how’d you guys get together? Dish Spike!”

“Wait a minute, what about last night?”

“You mean you don’t know?”

“Tuesday’s my poker night, well one of them. Got home near dawn and found a note saying that Xander would be by right after work. Which should be an hour from now so don’t plan on sitting here gossiping like a bird.” Of course the note had more to it, not that he was going to tell her that.

“Ooh you are so not gonna like this. Okay so last night Buffy made sure that we’re all there at the Magic Box, Scooby meeting you know? There’s a whole lotta fledges out there for some reason. Well we got there early, talking and stuff and Buffy came in late. With her boyfriend.”

“So your big sis has a new boy toy eh?”

“Nope, not a new one, and old one. Riley.”




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