To Be Claimed
folder
BtVS AU/AR › Slash - Male/Male › Spike(William)/Xander
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
14
Views:
11,908
Reviews:
62
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Category:
BtVS AU/AR › Slash - Male/Male › Spike(William)/Xander
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
14
Views:
11,908
Reviews:
62
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
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.
Purr
Review Responses:
LadyKnives—Thank you!
Liz—Updates are actually planned for somewhere around once a month. This was finals month, so everything got forgotten for a few weeks (not to mention the missing memory disk with all of my previous chaps!)
chibifae—Yay! Someone who wants to know about the Margesh’un! Whee! After Angel-interference, promises.
Dassani—Thank you thank you thank you. It’s so nice to know that there’s a regular reviewer out there! And yes, making updating a habit will be my goal for the next little while. I have a game plan now that my final speech is all done and over with. Oh, and Cordy’s gonna be fun, for sure!
Shame Ness—I have been trying to write longer chapters. And I honestly thought that it was going to move faster than it has been. My Museboys are being grumpy and non-helpful. They actually wanna talk! *gasp* The Horror!
Alice—Glad you liked the randomness that is my SpikeMuse. Now be introduced to the ramblingness that is my XanderMuse.
So, yeah. I got caught up in writing a debate speech for homosexual marriage (yay!) and was using my portable memory disk—which holds notes and chapters and all sorts of writing goodies—for all of the information I had to truck back and forth to university. Unfortunately, I lost track of it about two days before dreaded Final Speech and just recently found it this weekend. I suppose I should be happy the sudden cold snap forced me to pull out my heavier jacket, or I might not have found it ‘til next fall! So, I finished off this chapter, and here it is!
***
Xander rested easily, secure in the thoughts that Spike had been around since the first cars rolled out of the warehouses. He had little doubt that the bleached menace could very well have been the first ever car thief. He could just see Drusilla hanging out the passenger seat with her face to the stars and Spike laughing wildly in stolen driver’s gloves and hat like the old pictures and movies suggested everyone wore. It was oddly comforting to think that the steady vibrations of Spike’s beloved DeSoto were results of deadly speeds.
The seats held a bit of heat, from where he didn’t know, and he pushed back into them, sure in the fact that he was allowed to relax and not think. It was not an unusual feeling, just long missing. He’d been raised to expect a Master and to accept his Master’s will. But life had thrown him too many curveballs, and he’d had to fend for himself for far too long. His mother was right; he should be long dead. And the one thing that had saved him, the others had wanted to beat out of him. Oh, but now that he had this feeling of contentment and belonging, everything was falling into place, ‘cause really, he’d never been meant to be alone and independent, and it had taken all of his strength, and then some, to make it through a semblance of living and sanity for the past few years.
He almost purred when Spike’s free hand carded through his hair. Then he thought again. He could, if he felt like it. And Spike had never said one way or another how he was supposed to respond to touches like this. In fact, his Master had most emphatically assured him that he was welcome and encouraged to be himself. The self he had created ever since … well, ever since the first accepted one had gone.
Xander purred—as much in pleasure as to push those thoughts from his mind. He could feel Spike’s start of surprise in the slight faltering of the fingers, but those fingers started up again quickly with an enthusiastic rub that indicated pleasure from his Master. And this was his focus now; he should not be thinking of anyone but his Master. There was nothing as important in all the world. Never would be. Except, maybe, the Margesh’un that were apparently hunting him, even now. Goddess, what would they ask of him? What did they expect? Would they kill him? Would they try to kill his Master?
“Hush, Pet,” Spike murmured, fingers sliding down to settle a cool band across his eyes. “C’n hear yer brain rattlin’ about in there. It’ll all come out, Pet. Let yer Master take care o’ya, yeah?” Spike’s voice was soft, low in the quiet of the car. And Xander finally noticed what had been missing the entire trip. The vampire’s blaring music was gone. Xander smiled softly, letting one hand come up to settle on Spike’s knee. He sighed and let himself settle more solidly across the seats. Yeah, his Master would take care of him.
“Yes, Master.”
***
Oh, and Amanda, can I get my AngelMuse back sometime soon? I’m gonna be needing him shortly. *smirks* Thanks for keeping him in line for me!
LadyKnives—Thank you!
Liz—Updates are actually planned for somewhere around once a month. This was finals month, so everything got forgotten for a few weeks (not to mention the missing memory disk with all of my previous chaps!)
chibifae—Yay! Someone who wants to know about the Margesh’un! Whee! After Angel-interference, promises.
Dassani—Thank you thank you thank you. It’s so nice to know that there’s a regular reviewer out there! And yes, making updating a habit will be my goal for the next little while. I have a game plan now that my final speech is all done and over with. Oh, and Cordy’s gonna be fun, for sure!
Shame Ness—I have been trying to write longer chapters. And I honestly thought that it was going to move faster than it has been. My Museboys are being grumpy and non-helpful. They actually wanna talk! *gasp* The Horror!
Alice—Glad you liked the randomness that is my SpikeMuse. Now be introduced to the ramblingness that is my XanderMuse.
So, yeah. I got caught up in writing a debate speech for homosexual marriage (yay!) and was using my portable memory disk—which holds notes and chapters and all sorts of writing goodies—for all of the information I had to truck back and forth to university. Unfortunately, I lost track of it about two days before dreaded Final Speech and just recently found it this weekend. I suppose I should be happy the sudden cold snap forced me to pull out my heavier jacket, or I might not have found it ‘til next fall! So, I finished off this chapter, and here it is!
***
Xander rested easily, secure in the thoughts that Spike had been around since the first cars rolled out of the warehouses. He had little doubt that the bleached menace could very well have been the first ever car thief. He could just see Drusilla hanging out the passenger seat with her face to the stars and Spike laughing wildly in stolen driver’s gloves and hat like the old pictures and movies suggested everyone wore. It was oddly comforting to think that the steady vibrations of Spike’s beloved DeSoto were results of deadly speeds.
The seats held a bit of heat, from where he didn’t know, and he pushed back into them, sure in the fact that he was allowed to relax and not think. It was not an unusual feeling, just long missing. He’d been raised to expect a Master and to accept his Master’s will. But life had thrown him too many curveballs, and he’d had to fend for himself for far too long. His mother was right; he should be long dead. And the one thing that had saved him, the others had wanted to beat out of him. Oh, but now that he had this feeling of contentment and belonging, everything was falling into place, ‘cause really, he’d never been meant to be alone and independent, and it had taken all of his strength, and then some, to make it through a semblance of living and sanity for the past few years.
He almost purred when Spike’s free hand carded through his hair. Then he thought again. He could, if he felt like it. And Spike had never said one way or another how he was supposed to respond to touches like this. In fact, his Master had most emphatically assured him that he was welcome and encouraged to be himself. The self he had created ever since … well, ever since the first accepted one had gone.
Xander purred—as much in pleasure as to push those thoughts from his mind. He could feel Spike’s start of surprise in the slight faltering of the fingers, but those fingers started up again quickly with an enthusiastic rub that indicated pleasure from his Master. And this was his focus now; he should not be thinking of anyone but his Master. There was nothing as important in all the world. Never would be. Except, maybe, the Margesh’un that were apparently hunting him, even now. Goddess, what would they ask of him? What did they expect? Would they kill him? Would they try to kill his Master?
“Hush, Pet,” Spike murmured, fingers sliding down to settle a cool band across his eyes. “C’n hear yer brain rattlin’ about in there. It’ll all come out, Pet. Let yer Master take care o’ya, yeah?” Spike’s voice was soft, low in the quiet of the car. And Xander finally noticed what had been missing the entire trip. The vampire’s blaring music was gone. Xander smiled softly, letting one hand come up to settle on Spike’s knee. He sighed and let himself settle more solidly across the seats. Yeah, his Master would take care of him.
“Yes, Master.”
***
Oh, and Amanda, can I get my AngelMuse back sometime soon? I’m gonna be needing him shortly. *smirks* Thanks for keeping him in line for me!