White Knight, Black Knight

White Knight, Black Knight Chapter Thirteen


Xander’s hands gripped the steering wheel as he tried to move through the late afternoon traffic. Work today had been useless and his face was sore where Riley had hit him last night. Now that he was free to get to Spike it seemed like the Hellmouth itself was trying to keep him from where he needed to be.

Grinding his teeth, he made a detour around a wreck that was tying up one of the major roads in town. He had to calm down before he caused another one, but he was just so freaking angry.

He could handle Riley coming back, if only the man wouldn’t be such an ass. If anyone could understand the pressure of being the normal one in a relationship it would be Xander. But the man had only talked about it to him once, and he denied that Buffy even loved him when it was obvious to Xander that she did.

Nevertheless, Buffy had had a lot on her plate, the last year. Discovering that her little sister was a glowing ball of energy, her Mom being sick, school, and money problems. Xander could understand how a man could feel pushed out, but when he thought about it later on, if Riley had tried to understand, just give her some space and just be there for her, rather than go out and let any Tom, Dick and Fledge use him as a giant sized juice box, then things would have worked out much better.

Pulling into the parking lot at the cemetery, Xander all but jumped out of his SUV and opened the back, pulling out folded boxes and duct tape. He quickly made his way to Spike’s crypt, ducking through the headstones and avoiding a funeral by going the long way around. There always seemed to be a funeral; no surprise there.

He knew Spike must hear his heart pounding a mile a minute, but he was too worked up to care. He dropped the boxes outside and pushed open the door just enough to slip through. Before he could look around, strong cool arms held him and he sagged in relief.

“Oh, thank god! You’re okay. I was so scared. Spike...” A cool mouth covered his own and stopped the babbling before it started. He let himself fall into the taste of whiskey and smoke and blood and tried to crawl inside Spike, letting his desperation show.

Finally the kiss broke off and he panted, trying to catch his breath. Spike shifted his attention to his neck and he arched it, letting Spike have his way. His shirt was un-tucked as Spike reached under to rub the small of his back, trying to sooth him.

“What’s the matter, Love?”

“Riley’s back, and I was afraid he’d try to hurt you or something. I kinda mouthed off last night. You know me, I start babbling and anything will come out.”

“You know they’re gonna figure us out soon, Love. Dawn came by earlier and told me about last night. She knows, Xander.”

“Good, cause the only people who don’t know are Buffy, Wills and Giles. Well, and Riley, but he’s a git and I don’t care. What did Dawn telu anu anyhow?”

“That everything was going fine, everyone was playing nice till Captain Cardboard started in on me. Asking if I was still sniffing around the Slayer, saying how he’d come around and stake me if I was. Bloody idiot, I’d like to see him try, I’ll rip out his spine and feed it to him one vertebra at a time.”

Xander poked Spike in the side. “Can you saw eeeww? Not that he doesn’t deserve it, but then Buffy would have to come after you and it would be a big mess. Well, Dawn left to go to Janice’s, and Riley just kept on talking about how much good the Initiative’s done, and how they killed this nest of demons in Peru and stopped a Master Vampire in Rio. Basically he was acting like one of those puffer fish I saw on Animal Planet.”

Xander got quiet and then dragged Spike over to the sarcophagus to sit. “Spike, I recognized the name of one of the nest of demons they killed. They weren’t that, not bad enough to have fifty army guys wipe them off the face of the Earth. You’ve heard of granaks, I know you have.”

He could see Spike’s mouth tighten and the anger in his eyes. “Yeah, Pet, they’ll leave humans alone as long as nothing goes into the rain forest they protect. I’d say that’s pretty fucking good.”

“Well, from what Riley said they killed a lot of men, but I looked it up today at work and it was a logging company that was trying to clear an area illegally. The granaks killed all of them, over 100. But if they hadn’t been where they weren’t supposed to be, they wouldn’t have died.” Xander shifted around, embarrassed.
did didn’t know the full story last night, Spike, but I knew enough to ask Giles and he just said that it was possible they were an evil clan, that they needed killing. I couldn’t believe it and started arguing and Riley started mouthing off, asking if I was a demon lover.” A smile broke out on his face and he couldn’t help but laugh.

“I said that I was, that I had demon friends and I was even dating a demon and Buffy jumped in and, well, to make a story short I have a bruised face, Riley has a black eye, and Buffy and Wills aren’t talking to me. Good news is that, thanks to your help, I’m learning to duck, so it wasn’t as bad as it could be. Bad news is that Riley brought friends, and the Initiative is working with the Slayer to patrol the Hellmouth, under Riley’s command.”

“Bloody fucking hell.” Spike jumped up and started pacing, lighting a cigarette with a shaking hand. Xander was probably the only person that knew about the nightmares the vampire had after escaping. They hadn’t even been friends in the Basement of Doom, but that was the one thing Xander never snarked at the vampire about. It was wrong that the Big Bad should have nightmares about humans.

“I told the foreman, and he called Mr. Long. I spent an hour going over it with my boss, what Riley said. They’re gonna try to make sure that the good part of the demon population is safe. They asked if I’d, if we’d, patrol those areas; keep watch for bad guys and soldiers making trouble. I said I’d let them know tomorrow. You want to? Protect the population from the Army Wankers?”

Spike smiled, but it wasn’t a good smile; it was the smile of the crocodile sneaking up on its dinner, all teeth and hunger. “Does this mean I can eat Captain Cardboard, Pet?”

Xander squinched up his nose. “Spike! You don’t know where he’s been; he rented himself out as a buffet item, that can’t be healthy. Besides, then Buffy will know you have the chip out and I don’t want to live with a pile of dust.”

Spike stopped and looked at him, the cigarette he was smoking dangling from his fingers. “Live with?”

“Umm, yeah. I brought boxes. That’s if you want to. I always figured we’d move in together eventually, you know? And Riley knows where you live, and he can just walk right in, not like there’s a lock on the door. I…worried about you today, almost cut off my hand once or twice till Bobby made me trade jobs and measure while he cut the 2x4’s. I kept on imagining coming here and finding a pile of dust and Riley standing here gloating. If you don’t like the apartment we can just stay there till we find something we both like, with less windows or something. Just say you’ll come, please?”

Three hours later found Spike’s tee shirts sharing a drawer with his, and Xander wanted to bounce. He knew Spike hated the thought that he couldn’t protect himself, and now that Spike didn’ve tve the chip so he really didn’t need protection. That still didn’t keep Xander’s overactive imagination from running away. So really Spike was there to protect Xander from himself.

Hey, whatever he needed to say to get the proud vampire safe behind locked doors, he figured. He had been prepared to pull out the greatest weapon in his arsenal, Puppy Eyes. They had even worked on Anya so he was sure they’d work on Spike as long as he didn’t overuse them. Luckily he didn’t need to.

He grabbed the boxed dinner they’d bought while out and joined Spike on the couch. The room was dark except for the flickering of the television and one lamp on giving the room the feeling of blue/white firelight. Some random movie was on. After a while most explosions looked the same, and he could tell Spike wasn’t really watching the screen, he was brooding. Not that Xander was going to call him on it.

He opened his dinner and enjoyed the smell of it. They’d dropped off Spike’s stuff and drove around, looking for the Initiative. They’d seen one patrol only, but that wae moe more than they wanted. Then Spike had directed him into the worst part of town. It was mostly humans and vamps in that area and was Spike’s hunting ground. While Xander waited for his dinner-- ribs, biscuits and all the trimmings-- Spike had made sure to insult three men drinking in the parking lot.

It was early so they were only mildly buzzed. Still, yet three humans were no match for a Master Vampire and each donated blood less than willingly. Spike took some from each man, so that none died but they were sure wake up with a hangover.

It had been odd to sit on the inside and watch Spike hunt, but he’d gladly do it to make sure someone watched the blonde’s back. Not that watching the backside of Spike was any problem for him at all.

Tasting one of the ribs, Xander had to hold back a moan. This was some of the best barbecue he’d ever had. He held one out to Spike. “Want some?”

“No Pet, but thanks.”

“You don’t know what your missing, but, hey, more for me. We’ll have to go back there some night, good food for the both of us.”

He could feel Spike’s eyes im. im. “What? It’s good.”

“So it didn’t bother you that I took from those gits?”

So that what was bothering him. Xander had refused to stay behind and Spike was worried he’d flip.

“Nope, not really. They’re not dead, just a quart low. And it’s not like they were good people or something. As long as you don’t go around munching on Dawnie’s friends or any innocents, I can deal. Now have a rib, before I accuse you of Angelic behavior, and I don’t mean the little cherwithwith wings.”

“M’not brooding.” Spike stole the rib Xander had been nibbling on and finished it. They finished the meal in silence, sharing the one dinner and watching TV. It was nice, it felt like home, sitting there cuddled up to Spike’s side while they bickered over who got the last biscuit.

Xander got up to throw the trash away and get them each a beer. He set both on the coffee table and then flopped down on the couch with his head in Spike’s lap.

“Comfortable, Pet?”

“Mmmm, yeah. It’s nice. I like having you here.”

“I like being here. You know the others will figure it out soon.”

“Actually I was thinking of telling Willow last Saturday, I called her to help me with an outfit for the play. You know my sense of dress sucks. I even told her I had a date. She was busy, though. We can tell them at the next Scooby meeting, or better yet let them figure it out, don’t try to hide it. Either way, I’m happy.”

He really didn’t want to be thinking about Willow while he had his head in Spike’s lap. He turned so he could nuzzle Spike groin and was rewarded with cool hands running through his hair.

“So, how did you end up looking so sexy Saturday if Red didn’t help? Glin


Fine, if Spike wanted to play this game, he’d play. He continued to give Spike’s jean covered cock attention while he talked. “I called in the cavalry. Cordelia. I was on the phone with her for three horrendous hours. If I have done anything bad I’ve more than made up for it after that.”

“Remind me to thank her, you looked delicious that night.”

“You look delicious now.” He reached out and unbuttoned Spike’s fly. Despite the blonde’s talking it was evident he was interested in what Xander was doing. He didn’t pull Spike out, instead he nuzzled even closer, letting his nose inhale the unique scent of the vampire. He looked up and just mouthed at Spike’s groin and watched as blue eyes took on a golden tint.

Suddenly his arms were grabbed and he was pulled up to sit in Spike’s lap. Spike leaned forward to meet his lips and soon their tongues were dueling. Spike forced his way into Xander’s mouth and stroked the roof of his mouth, getting all a taste of everything Xander had.

Finally Xander had to breathe, but as soon as he got some oxygen in his lungs he kissed Spike back, using his tongue to map out his lover’s mouth, tasting blood and smoke and Spike. He got a wicked idea, worthy of Spike, and raked his tongue across Spike’s human teeth. While not as sharp as his fangs it was still enough to open up a small cut and let his blood fall into Spike’s mouth.

A growl rumbled from deep within his lover’s chest, the sound of it going straight to his cock, making him harder than he thought possible. Spike took control of the kiss, using his tongue to gather every drop of blood. Finally Xander had to pull away to breathe again and he saw the almost feral lust in Spike’s eyes.

”Spike? Fuck me? se?”se?”

“God yes! Xander…” The world tilted as Spike picked him up and manhandled him towards the bedroom. He was slammed against the wall by the door and then Spike’s wicked tongue was there again, trying to draw out everything he was through his mouth. He spared a thought about that tongue doing other things in other places and moaned, rubbing his erection against Spike’s before pulling away.

“Clothes off. Bed now.” Spike’s voice was low and it made Xander shiver in a good way.

He reached down for the edge of Spike’s tee shirt and got tangled up. Laughing, he pushed Spike away so the blonde could undress himself while Xander stripped.

He didn’t even have time to be embarrassed about being naked in front of Spike for the first time; he found himself on his back in the middle of the bed with his lover cradled in-between his legs. He thrust his hips up, making sure to rub his lover’s cock with his own, and enjoyed watching Spike’s human features slip. It was electrifying to know tha’d a’d affected someone so powerfully.

“I love you with so much of my heart that none is left to protest.1” He’d made sure to memorize the line perfectly; it reflected how he felt so much.

A year ago if anyone would have told them he would be under William the Bloody ready to give him his male virginity he would have chd thd them for head wounds or possession. Now, it was all he could think of, all he wanted. He spread his legs wider in a clear invitation.

Spike stilled and looked at him and it was like the demon was looking into his soul. He switched back to his human face and eyes once again blue stared into his own. He must have seen what he wanted in Xander’s face because Spike broke out in the most wonderful smile.

“I do love nothing in the world so well as you: is not that strange?1”

“Please Spike, make love to me. I belong to you.”

Soon he found himself rocking back on three of Spike’s fingers and wishing that the vampire would fuck him already. The pain/pleasure of Spike’s fingers stretching him was wonderful but he wanted more. Wanted everything. Spike’s other hand had trailed down from teasing his nipples to where it was now, stroking his cock quickly, whereas the fingers inside were working him slow.

Xander felt like he was flying apart, torn between Spike’s talented hands while his own gripped the sheets and twisted, trying to keep some control. He’d long ago started babbling but now he added pleas.

“Now Spike, please…I want you in me, filling me up and making me whole. Now Spike, please! Pleasepleaseplease!”

Spike came forward and captured his mouth for another soul searing kiss as his legs were placed over the blonde’s shoulders. His eyes closed as he waited and soon he felt the blunt head of Spike’s dick pressing at his entrance.

He breathed out and tried to relax, the burn of Spike entering him causing his breathing to speed up for a moment.

“You all right Love?”

“Yeah, it’s just different. Keep going, I want you.”

Soon Spike was fully seated within him and Xander felt full. It was almost as if he could feel everything about his lover, down to the vein on the bottom of his cock and it was so fucking good. He squeezed his internal muscles and watched Spike’s eyes roll to the back of his head and then moved, letting Spike know it was okay to start.

And start he did, thrusting in and out slowly at first as Xander gritted his teeth and tried to hang on. All of a sudden white lights flashed in his eyes and he felt like he’d been shocked by a live wire, only better.

“Oh god that’s so good Spike, you fill me so good. Harder, please Spike!”

“You sure, love, I don’t want to hurt you?”

“Need it, need you! Please!”

Spike sped up and the force of his thrusts caused the bed to shake. Xander did his best to meet each thrust but it was like a fireworks show in his head each time Spike hit that one special spot.

Soon his breathing became ragged and it was if every muscle in his body was tensing, waiting for his release. Spike seemed to sense it and his hand moved from holding one of his legs up to once again stroking his cock, this time with the same rhythm as thruthrusts. Xander could feel his balls draw up but couldn’t find the words to warn his lover.

He came with a shout, arching his back so much that it was almost like only having his feet and head on the bed. He collapsed, panting. He arched his neck in invitation and tightened his muscles to help Spike reach the edge.

Spike darted forward and licked his neck and Xander found himself getting hard again. He never knew it could be like this, he’d never felt like this with anyone, not even Anya. It was as if Spike was filling every empty piece of his body and they would be connected forever.

There was a sharp pain at the juncture of his neck and shoulders and he could feel his blood leaving his body. It felt like he was shattering and being remade all at once and he screamed through another orgasm as he felt Spike’s essence fill him, the coolness of it a huge contrast to the fires that had been burning inside.

They lay there panting, Spike still on top of Xander, licking his bite closed while Xander worked on getting his brain back online. He felt sore in places he never knew about before and sweat was starting to cause a chill. Still, he wouldn’t trade this feeling on oneness with Spike for anything in the world. He made happy murmur noises and let his hands wander over the body that was blanketing him.

“You’re mine now Pet, no matter what anyone says. Claimed you, no going back now.”

“Yours. Course that means you are mine too.”

”That I am, Pet.”

Spike got up and got towels to clean up the mess while Xander found himself melting into the bed. Spike could be so gentle at times, and he felt so loved and cherished. Nothing was quite like this. They curled around each other in the bed, legs and arms entwined.

“Thank you, Spike, that was more than I could ever hope for.”

“You weren’t bad yourself, Xan. Nice to make love to someone and have their brain in the same room.”

“Hey, we are so not gonna talk about our exes during afterglow!” He smacked the blonde’s ass lightly.

“Oooh, a spanking! Have I been naughty Xander? Gonna punish me?”

“Maybe later, sleep now. Love you, Spike. I mean it.”

“Yeah, I mean it too, Pet. Love you with all that I am.”






1 Both lines are from Much Ado About Nothing.