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-Buffy the Vampire Slayer › Slash - Male/Male
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-Buffy the Vampire Slayer › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
6,797
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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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.
Two
Part Two- Don’t Talk
I can hear so much in your sighs
And I can see so much in your eyes
There are words we both could say
But don’t talk, put your head on my shoulder
Spike could feel the boy’s heartbeat go faster. He was getting ready to pull away and babble. Couldn’t blame him really, what had happened earlier had to be on the top ten list of things the vampire would have bet would never happen, even over Angel being in drag and singing songs from ‘Chicago’.
He’s been outside Buffy’s house, ready to go in, to show her just one more time how much he loved her, how she belonged to him. How dare she fuck with him, hell fuck him, and just walk away?
The Slayer always seemed to bring out the worst parts of his demon, possessiveness just being part of it. He was all set to walk in and claim what was his.
He’s started walking up to the house when a voice from over to the side stopped him.
“Going to try again Spike? You know she’ll never accept all of you. Hell she couldn’t make it with Angel and his soul, your demon just ain’t gonna cut it.” Xander was halfway to drunnd snd sitting under the tree that Spike usually watched the house from.
“Yeah, well, never say die, don’t give up the cause and all th Wha What’s the harm of going in and trying? She home?” He couldn’t help the wistful tone in his voice. Fuck. Some master vampire.
Come close, close your eyes and be still
Don’t talk, take my hand and let me hear your heart beat
Being here with you feels so right
We could live forever tonight
Lets not think about tomorrow
And don’t talk put your head on my shoulder
“Yeah, but it ain’t gonna be any different Spike, we both know that. Come on and help me get drunk. It’s a sign of alcoholism if you drink alone.” The boy took a long drink from the bottle in his hand.
Spike sat down next to him, took a swing and then snorted at what he’d said. “You should know Pet, see how your half of the wedding acted.”
“Yep. I’m convinced that what started out as the sober half of my family got drunk because it was easier than dealing with them. If you can’t beat them, drink them under the table.” He tanotanother drink.
“Why are you out here this time of night Pet?”
“Just watching a happily ever after. Tara and Willow got back together. That’s nice. They belong together; they want each other. No one wants me. Not my family, not Anya, the gang doesn’t really need me, nobody.” Spike could smell the melancholy coming off the boy. He was sober enough to think and be coherent, but working his way into a good drunk. Not good, he’d hate it when he got sober.
“Figure you’re right Pet, Buffy doesn’t want me. We are kinda alike in that respect. Sire doesn’t want me; bird I love doesn’t want me. It’s just us. The throwaways.” Spike gave up on Buffy at that very moment. Drink and pain had become a truth serum for the both of them, Xander to tell it and Spike to listen.
What else could he do? Go in and force himself on the woman he was supposed to love? Not his style.
So they ended up back at the crypt. Ended up talking at first, then doing more than talking. Ended up taking comfort in each other.
Come close, close your eyes and be still
Don’t talk, take my hand and listen to my heartbeat
Listen, listen, listen.
He knew for a fact the boy had never been with another man. Still they were mostly sober and Xander knew what he was getting into, they both did. Then something changed for Spike, something that hadn’t happened for him in all of his un-lifetime.
Someone was worried about his needs before his or her own. Xander gave as much as he took. With Angelus it had been about power more than love, Dru would sometimes participate, but half of the time she was always talking to her bloody stars, even in the middle of sex. Not often a bloke had to be jealous of a bloody doll either. Miss Edith’s predecessor had met an untimely end at his hands.
But for all his nervousness, Xander worked to make sure Spike was feeling as good as he was. If he had a soul he would have sworn the boy had touched it. Spike had never felt so taken care of, so loved.
He finally got what Xander’s special power was. His was the gift to make people feel better about themselves, to make people feel cared for and loved, if just for a moment. His loyalty, bravery, even his jokester personality was all tied up with this ability.
Now he could feel his lover’s internal babble start up. Sometimes the boy just had so much going on, onalf alf of it got said, and even that was impressive.
“Shhh luv. You can panic when there’s light. Just sit tight for tonight, I’m not gonna bite you, can’t remember? One night luv, just one night of feeling like I matter.”
“You matter Spike.” With that he felt Xander’s head snuggle into the crook of his neck, and for once, he felt needed and important.
Spike wondered if it would last past the dawn.
Don’t talk, put your head on my shoulder
Don’t talk, close your eyes and be still
Don’t talk, put your head on my shoulder
Don’t talk, close your eyes and be still
Don’t talk, put your head on my shoulder
I can hear so much in your sighs
And I can see so much in your eyes
There are words we both could say
But don’t talk, put your head on my shoulder
Spike could feel the boy’s heartbeat go faster. He was getting ready to pull away and babble. Couldn’t blame him really, what had happened earlier had to be on the top ten list of things the vampire would have bet would never happen, even over Angel being in drag and singing songs from ‘Chicago’.
He’s been outside Buffy’s house, ready to go in, to show her just one more time how much he loved her, how she belonged to him. How dare she fuck with him, hell fuck him, and just walk away?
The Slayer always seemed to bring out the worst parts of his demon, possessiveness just being part of it. He was all set to walk in and claim what was his.
He’s started walking up to the house when a voice from over to the side stopped him.
“Going to try again Spike? You know she’ll never accept all of you. Hell she couldn’t make it with Angel and his soul, your demon just ain’t gonna cut it.” Xander was halfway to drunnd snd sitting under the tree that Spike usually watched the house from.
“Yeah, well, never say die, don’t give up the cause and all th Wha What’s the harm of going in and trying? She home?” He couldn’t help the wistful tone in his voice. Fuck. Some master vampire.
Come close, close your eyes and be still
Don’t talk, take my hand and let me hear your heart beat
Being here with you feels so right
We could live forever tonight
Lets not think about tomorrow
And don’t talk put your head on my shoulder
“Yeah, but it ain’t gonna be any different Spike, we both know that. Come on and help me get drunk. It’s a sign of alcoholism if you drink alone.” The boy took a long drink from the bottle in his hand.
Spike sat down next to him, took a swing and then snorted at what he’d said. “You should know Pet, see how your half of the wedding acted.”
“Yep. I’m convinced that what started out as the sober half of my family got drunk because it was easier than dealing with them. If you can’t beat them, drink them under the table.” He tanotanother drink.
“Why are you out here this time of night Pet?”
“Just watching a happily ever after. Tara and Willow got back together. That’s nice. They belong together; they want each other. No one wants me. Not my family, not Anya, the gang doesn’t really need me, nobody.” Spike could smell the melancholy coming off the boy. He was sober enough to think and be coherent, but working his way into a good drunk. Not good, he’d hate it when he got sober.
“Figure you’re right Pet, Buffy doesn’t want me. We are kinda alike in that respect. Sire doesn’t want me; bird I love doesn’t want me. It’s just us. The throwaways.” Spike gave up on Buffy at that very moment. Drink and pain had become a truth serum for the both of them, Xander to tell it and Spike to listen.
What else could he do? Go in and force himself on the woman he was supposed to love? Not his style.
So they ended up back at the crypt. Ended up talking at first, then doing more than talking. Ended up taking comfort in each other.
Come close, close your eyes and be still
Don’t talk, take my hand and listen to my heartbeat
Listen, listen, listen.
He knew for a fact the boy had never been with another man. Still they were mostly sober and Xander knew what he was getting into, they both did. Then something changed for Spike, something that hadn’t happened for him in all of his un-lifetime.
Someone was worried about his needs before his or her own. Xander gave as much as he took. With Angelus it had been about power more than love, Dru would sometimes participate, but half of the time she was always talking to her bloody stars, even in the middle of sex. Not often a bloke had to be jealous of a bloody doll either. Miss Edith’s predecessor had met an untimely end at his hands.
But for all his nervousness, Xander worked to make sure Spike was feeling as good as he was. If he had a soul he would have sworn the boy had touched it. Spike had never felt so taken care of, so loved.
He finally got what Xander’s special power was. His was the gift to make people feel better about themselves, to make people feel cared for and loved, if just for a moment. His loyalty, bravery, even his jokester personality was all tied up with this ability.
Now he could feel his lover’s internal babble start up. Sometimes the boy just had so much going on, onalf alf of it got said, and even that was impressive.
“Shhh luv. You can panic when there’s light. Just sit tight for tonight, I’m not gonna bite you, can’t remember? One night luv, just one night of feeling like I matter.”
“You matter Spike.” With that he felt Xander’s head snuggle into the crook of his neck, and for once, he felt needed and important.
Spike wondered if it would last past the dawn.
Don’t talk, put your head on my shoulder
Don’t talk, close your eyes and be still
Don’t talk, put your head on my shoulder
Don’t talk, close your eyes and be still
Don’t talk, put your head on my shoulder