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-Buffy the Vampire Slayer › Slash - Male/Male › Spike(William)/Xander
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Adult ++
Chapters:
40
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14,229
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137
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Part 14
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Part 14
In the end he hadn’t even waited for a reply.
He’d simply called down up to Angel’s office and told him he needed the jet, which was apparently being fueled while the pilot filed their flight plan with the tower at LAX.
Spike couldn’t help grinning as the chauffeured limo slid through the rush hour traffic like some sort of a big, magic whale. The again, that was pretty much what it was. Conspicuous consumption at it’s best. The old ponce had made it into something of an art form since the big battle.
He counted himself fortunate that he hadn’t had to convince his GrandSire of the need for this trip, as much as he resented having to be grateful to Angel yet again. Still, he figured he’d end up paying for it when he came back.
If he came back, he reminded himself. There was no guarantee that Xander would want to live in Los Angeles, after all, and Spike couldn’t quite picture finding the bloke and leaving him again. Not even if his demon hadn’t been growling at the notion.
“Care ta pick up th’ pace, mate?” he called to the driver, smirking when the bloke tried to look at him in the rear view mirror. “Don’t have all night, do I?”
A heavy sigh filled the air, then the driver spoke. “We’re making very good time, sir. Any more magic on the car would be dangerous. But don’t worry, you won’t miss your flight.”
“Yah… know that, seein’ as it’s a private bloody plane. Won’t leave without me, will it?” He smirked a bit, then frowned. “Not known for bein’ th’ most patient bloke, am I?”
A laugh. “No sir. Patient isn’t one of the words the guys use when they talk about you.”
“Ya lot talk about me?” Spike chuckled. “Well, well. An’ what do ya say, ‘ey?”
A shrug. “Mostly that you get things done fast and dirty when necessary. Or we did when you were here more. Now it’s more like ‘damn this place is boring without Angel’s Childe around. Wonder when he’ll be back’,” the driver said with a laugh.
Spike snorted. “Yah, well Broody th’ Wonder Git isn’t rightly known for his stellar sense of fun. Still think he needs ta find out if one of th’ soddin’ firm’s doctors can schedule him in ta have that stick removed from his bum. Think he might choke on it one day, it’s so bloody far up there.”
The rest of the drive passed quickly and Spike made a mental note to request the same driver on the rare occasions that he didn’t drive himself.
* * * * *
The flight from LA to DC was bloody well boring but it couldn’t hold a candle to the sheer lack of any sort of enjoyment that occurred during the trip over the ocean.
By the time the plane set down outside Paris, Spike was ready just stay there forever. Of course, he might be doing that anyway, he reminded himself.
It took almost no time at all to get through Customs, especially as he only had the one bag and the laptop.
It took even less time to explain his need for internet access and be shown into the First Class lounge of one of the airlines—a courtesy extended to those with their own planes.
Spike wasn’t there long. Just long enough to start the computer and check his e-mail.
He bit his lip nervously, hoping Xander wanted him there and afraid that maybe he didn’t although the earlier messages had seemed to imply that he was wanted, and…
“Oh, bollocks,” he muttered, “Just bloody well look, you ponce.”
He opened his mail program.
Gave an anxious smile that there was a new message from his Xan.
He clicked on it, eyes scanning the very brief contents—only five lines.
* * * * *
~From: One Eyed Wonder
~To: Clever Childe
~Subject: (none)
Timhotel Saint Georges
21, Boulevard de Clichy
9th Arrond.
3rd floor, second room on the left.
~X (trying so hard not to cry like a girl here, Spike)
* * * * *
~From: Clever Childe
~To: One Eyed Wonder
~Subject: Re: (none)
You need to change your name, pet.
How about ‘Two Eyed Terror’?
Wait for me, Xan. I’m on my way.
~S (you cry and I’ll never let you forget it. You know I won’t. Unless it’s because I’m doing you so good, love. That’d be a right proper reason for tears… of joy.)
* * * * *
He looked out the window of the taxi, arching a brow at the small hotel. Not the sort of place his Xan deserved and not even close to the Lodge they’d stayed at in Uganda. Of course, if the bloke had dropped off the radar, chances were he didn’t have Watchers Council funding, so… it’d do. For the moment, in any case.
If he’d had a working heart, Spike was sure it would have been pounding. As it was, though, he found himself swallowing hard as he tossed the cab driver a few crumpled bills and climbed from the car.
“Taa, mate. Keep it,” he said distractedly, only realizing he’d overdone it when the taxi peeled away before he could change his mind. He didn’t care, though. Money. So what? It didn’t matter nearly as much as the fact that he was here… he was going to see his Xander and…
“Bloody fuckin’ hell…”
* * * * *
Third floor. Second room on the left.
He stood outside the door, breathing hard for some reason. His hand rose once, twice, fingers clenched into a fist and… he couldn’t knock. Couldn’t make himself do it.
What if Xander had changed his mind since he’d sent the e-mail? What if the delay in responding to it had made the bloke think he wasn’t coming? What if…
The door opened suddenly and strong, thick fingers grabbed the lapels of his duster, pulling him inside with a jerk.
* * * * *
Xander didn’t know how it was possible, but it obviously was.
He’d just gotten the e-mail on the brand new computer he’d bought with the last of his savings, and then he’d smelled it.
At first he’d thought it was some sort of sense-memory brought on by Spike’s reply, but… the scent—that rich, thick, glorious scent had grown stronger, then stronger still.
He’d been sitting there at the small desk in his room, body vibrating softly at first, then harder and harder as he heard the measured steps coming off of the lift and moving to his door.
He’d swallowed roughly, growing hard in his pajama pants as he’d listened to the strained breaths on the other side of that thick barrier of wood, and…
It was Spike. He knew it was Spike. Hell, even the hyena knew. In fact, his beast was practically purring, although hyenas didn’t really do that.
He wasn’t sure of when he made the decision to get up and go to the door. Wasn’t even sure he’d done it until he was standing there.
And what if Spike wasn’t sure about this? What if he was standing outside and not knocking because he’d changed his mind?
‘Change it back,’ the beast snarled softly, ‘Ours. Our Will, our Spike. OURS.’
‘Yessss…’ Xander admitted with a slow, dark smile, ‘Ours. Ours always.’
He flung the door open, grabbing the blond and dragging him unceremoniously inside, kicking the door closed with a loud slam that was echoed by the sound of a strong, panting vampire being pushed hard against it.
* * * * *
(A/N: Yes, I am an evil tease. :P Smut in the next part, though. Promise. LOL Many thanks to TheShadowCat, chibifae & nulinka for taking the time to review. As always, deeply appreciated! *grins*)
Part 14
In the end he hadn’t even waited for a reply.
He’d simply called down up to Angel’s office and told him he needed the jet, which was apparently being fueled while the pilot filed their flight plan with the tower at LAX.
Spike couldn’t help grinning as the chauffeured limo slid through the rush hour traffic like some sort of a big, magic whale. The again, that was pretty much what it was. Conspicuous consumption at it’s best. The old ponce had made it into something of an art form since the big battle.
He counted himself fortunate that he hadn’t had to convince his GrandSire of the need for this trip, as much as he resented having to be grateful to Angel yet again. Still, he figured he’d end up paying for it when he came back.
If he came back, he reminded himself. There was no guarantee that Xander would want to live in Los Angeles, after all, and Spike couldn’t quite picture finding the bloke and leaving him again. Not even if his demon hadn’t been growling at the notion.
“Care ta pick up th’ pace, mate?” he called to the driver, smirking when the bloke tried to look at him in the rear view mirror. “Don’t have all night, do I?”
A heavy sigh filled the air, then the driver spoke. “We’re making very good time, sir. Any more magic on the car would be dangerous. But don’t worry, you won’t miss your flight.”
“Yah… know that, seein’ as it’s a private bloody plane. Won’t leave without me, will it?” He smirked a bit, then frowned. “Not known for bein’ th’ most patient bloke, am I?”
A laugh. “No sir. Patient isn’t one of the words the guys use when they talk about you.”
“Ya lot talk about me?” Spike chuckled. “Well, well. An’ what do ya say, ‘ey?”
A shrug. “Mostly that you get things done fast and dirty when necessary. Or we did when you were here more. Now it’s more like ‘damn this place is boring without Angel’s Childe around. Wonder when he’ll be back’,” the driver said with a laugh.
Spike snorted. “Yah, well Broody th’ Wonder Git isn’t rightly known for his stellar sense of fun. Still think he needs ta find out if one of th’ soddin’ firm’s doctors can schedule him in ta have that stick removed from his bum. Think he might choke on it one day, it’s so bloody far up there.”
The rest of the drive passed quickly and Spike made a mental note to request the same driver on the rare occasions that he didn’t drive himself.
* * * * *
The flight from LA to DC was bloody well boring but it couldn’t hold a candle to the sheer lack of any sort of enjoyment that occurred during the trip over the ocean.
By the time the plane set down outside Paris, Spike was ready just stay there forever. Of course, he might be doing that anyway, he reminded himself.
It took almost no time at all to get through Customs, especially as he only had the one bag and the laptop.
It took even less time to explain his need for internet access and be shown into the First Class lounge of one of the airlines—a courtesy extended to those with their own planes.
Spike wasn’t there long. Just long enough to start the computer and check his e-mail.
He bit his lip nervously, hoping Xander wanted him there and afraid that maybe he didn’t although the earlier messages had seemed to imply that he was wanted, and…
“Oh, bollocks,” he muttered, “Just bloody well look, you ponce.”
He opened his mail program.
Gave an anxious smile that there was a new message from his Xan.
He clicked on it, eyes scanning the very brief contents—only five lines.
* * * * *
~From: One Eyed Wonder
~To: Clever Childe
~Subject: (none)
Timhotel Saint Georges
21, Boulevard de Clichy
9th Arrond.
3rd floor, second room on the left.
~X (trying so hard not to cry like a girl here, Spike)
* * * * *
~From: Clever Childe
~To: One Eyed Wonder
~Subject: Re: (none)
You need to change your name, pet.
How about ‘Two Eyed Terror’?
Wait for me, Xan. I’m on my way.
~S (you cry and I’ll never let you forget it. You know I won’t. Unless it’s because I’m doing you so good, love. That’d be a right proper reason for tears… of joy.)
* * * * *
He looked out the window of the taxi, arching a brow at the small hotel. Not the sort of place his Xan deserved and not even close to the Lodge they’d stayed at in Uganda. Of course, if the bloke had dropped off the radar, chances were he didn’t have Watchers Council funding, so… it’d do. For the moment, in any case.
If he’d had a working heart, Spike was sure it would have been pounding. As it was, though, he found himself swallowing hard as he tossed the cab driver a few crumpled bills and climbed from the car.
“Taa, mate. Keep it,” he said distractedly, only realizing he’d overdone it when the taxi peeled away before he could change his mind. He didn’t care, though. Money. So what? It didn’t matter nearly as much as the fact that he was here… he was going to see his Xander and…
“Bloody fuckin’ hell…”
* * * * *
Third floor. Second room on the left.
He stood outside the door, breathing hard for some reason. His hand rose once, twice, fingers clenched into a fist and… he couldn’t knock. Couldn’t make himself do it.
What if Xander had changed his mind since he’d sent the e-mail? What if the delay in responding to it had made the bloke think he wasn’t coming? What if…
The door opened suddenly and strong, thick fingers grabbed the lapels of his duster, pulling him inside with a jerk.
* * * * *
Xander didn’t know how it was possible, but it obviously was.
He’d just gotten the e-mail on the brand new computer he’d bought with the last of his savings, and then he’d smelled it.
At first he’d thought it was some sort of sense-memory brought on by Spike’s reply, but… the scent—that rich, thick, glorious scent had grown stronger, then stronger still.
He’d been sitting there at the small desk in his room, body vibrating softly at first, then harder and harder as he heard the measured steps coming off of the lift and moving to his door.
He’d swallowed roughly, growing hard in his pajama pants as he’d listened to the strained breaths on the other side of that thick barrier of wood, and…
It was Spike. He knew it was Spike. Hell, even the hyena knew. In fact, his beast was practically purring, although hyenas didn’t really do that.
He wasn’t sure of when he made the decision to get up and go to the door. Wasn’t even sure he’d done it until he was standing there.
And what if Spike wasn’t sure about this? What if he was standing outside and not knocking because he’d changed his mind?
‘Change it back,’ the beast snarled softly, ‘Ours. Our Will, our Spike. OURS.’
‘Yessss…’ Xander admitted with a slow, dark smile, ‘Ours. Ours always.’
He flung the door open, grabbing the blond and dragging him unceremoniously inside, kicking the door closed with a loud slam that was echoed by the sound of a strong, panting vampire being pushed hard against it.
* * * * *
(A/N: Yes, I am an evil tease. :P Smut in the next part, though. Promise. LOL Many thanks to TheShadowCat, chibifae & nulinka for taking the time to review. As always, deeply appreciated! *grins*)