Fisi Mtima

Title: Fisi Mtima
Author: frk_werewolf
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Pairing: Xander/Spike
Rating: Will later be NC-17
Chapter Summary: The Hyena adjusts and Spike fumes.
Notes: warning of sorts - this chapter includes some Riley/Buffy (oh, disturbing...). and if you look close it also has some Spike/Angelus.


.Chapter Two.

Spike cursed under his breath when Xander jumped off the table, landing less than three feet away from him. The boy no longer crouched down on all fours. Instead, he stood on his two feet, looking almost demonic. Xander's brown eyes scanned his body, before staring hard at his own blue eyes. Spike didn't want to admit it, even to himself, but he could feel the small need to submit to Xander. And it was unnerving, not to mention pissing him off.

"I'm leaving." Spike said, trying to keep his voice clear. Xander tilted his head in response. Spike moved to step back, but Xander quickly grabbed him by his duster and yanked him forward. If Spike had been able to breathe he would of been left breathless. Maybe it was some inner desire for self-destruction, but Spike found himself leaning into the hold.

"Not pack." Xander said softly, his voice no longer sounding strained. Apparently, the hyena was once again comfortable in his skin.

"S'pose not." Spike replied.

"Help pack... Not pack." Xander's eyes held a slight confusion at this idea.

"I get paid, don't I?" Spike move to shrug, but Xander held him too hard to allow that movement.

"Paid..." Xander trailed off. He pulled Spike even closer and lower his nose to the vampire's neck to breathe in his scent. He pulled back slightly to look Spike in the eyes. "Smells nice."

"That I do... Now I'll just be leaving, ya?" Spike asked, trying to pulled out of Xander's strong grip. "Let you play with your pack. Not pack, so..."

Spike trailed off as Xander sudden leaned even closer to his face. He couldn't help the gasp that escaped him when Xander slowly licked across his right cheek. The boy pulled back, tilting his head in thought.

"Tastes nice." Xander stated. "Feels nice, too?"

"Uhhh, no." Was all Spike could come up with. He cleared his throat. "Look, why don't you just let me go. I'll stay away from your pack."

"Your not in pack." Xander said softly. A small frowned played on his lips. Then suddenly he let go of Spike's duster. Spike found himself falling backward and landing hard on his backside. Xander growled down at him, before turning back toward the Scoobies.

Spike couldn't help but feel a little put out that Xander turned his back to him. It was proof that the hyena wat aft afraid of him in the slightest. Grumbling to himself, he climbed to his feet and left the Magic Box with a slam of the door.

The next few days were what everyone would call stressful. The hyena appeared to be taking it's roll as pack alpha very seriously. Willow, Tara, and Buffy had been forced to stay over at Giles' apartment. Xander refused to let them out of his sight. When Buffy attempted force in order to leave for patrolling, she ended up being tackled and pinned to the ground for nearly thirty minutes until she once again bared her neck in submission. She was thankful that Riley was satisfied with simply a phone call. She didn't want to think about what would happen if he had walked in on that.

It took four days for Xander to start acting mostly human. He was in no way like his human self, but he now used whole sentences and seemed to understand the basics of society. This, everyone thought, was an improvement. It wasn't until five days had passed that Xander allowed them to leave Giles' home.

Spike, during all of this, kept to himself. He had no reason to go parading over to the Watcher's place. Not to mention, he had no intention of meeting up with Xander until he was back to normal. The vampire was not happy with the effect the boy had on him. Thus, he felt it best to stick close to his crypt and attempt to stay out of trouble. It was a hard week for him, to say the least.

Saturday evening found Spike fighting a collection of fledges in the outskirts of his own cemetery. He was so caught up in the violent dance with the four vampires that he didn't notice the person watching them from behind the nearest crypt. He quickly dispatched three of the offending vamps, then concentrated on venting out his anger on the last one.

It was a surprise to him when the vampire exploded into dust mid punch. He staggered forward, but quickly regained his composure. Spike let his eyes slowly travel upward. Taking in the black pants and shirt, Spike was shocked to see it was Xander. It seemed the hyena had better fashion sense.

Xander stood in front of him, his lids lowered in an almost sexual look. Simply staring. Spike wanted to step back, wanted to at least be able to move. The animalistic power was radiating off Xander in bucket full. Spike once again felt his demon cower slightly.

"You fight well." Xander said slowly, taking a step forward.

Spike gulped.

"Your strong." Xander tilted his head slightly, his eyes trailing over Spike's body.

"'Course I am." Spike said rudely. "I'm a vampire, aren't I?"

"Hmm." Xander's lips curved upward. He tossed the stake in his hand to the side before stepping right in Spike's personal space. He breathed in Spike's scent and grinned. A grin that shot a wave of apprehensive pleasure down Spike's body. Spike cleared his throat.

"So, where's your little pack?" He asked, taking a step back. Xander immediately stepped forward, closing in on Spike once more. "Figured you wouldn't let them out of your sight."

"An unhappy pack is a deviant pack." Xander said in a mock-sage voice. "The females are socializing. The elder is researching."

"And what, do tell, are you doin'?" Spike asked, once more stepping back. "Out playing savior to the Big Bad, eh?"

"I highly doubt you need help." Xander replied. "Your strong."

"So you've said, whelp." Spike stepped back again. This time, Xander took four steps forward, forcing Spike to step farther back as well. He soon found himself pressed against the wall of a crypt. Xander was once again in his personal space, breathing deeply.

"Strong. Smell nice." Xander growled low in his throat. "Taste nice."

"Oi, you need to back off." Spike threatened. Xander laughed softly, the strange hyena laugh that sounded oddly appropriate.

Xander moved closer to the smaller man, his chest pressing up against the vampire's. If Spike had a heartbeat, right now it would be beating at a near heart attack pace. Xander's hands came up and rested on the wall behind him, effectively blocking the vampire from escaping. Xander dipped his head down and took in Spike's scent.

"Yer invadin' my space here." Spike said through gritted teeth. He fought to hold his arousal in check, but it was becoming difficult. He couldn't remember the last time he had a warm body that close. Or when he felt like he was being dominated in more ways than one. And the fact that it was Xander didn't help any. The boy's scent was like an aphrodisiac, even Spike had trouble denying that. It was no wonder Xander was known as a demon magnet. Who could stop themselves when he smelt like this?

"Your alone." It wasn't a question, Xander merely stated it before returning to his thorough scenting of Spike's hair.

"What are ya getting at?" Spike growled. Xander met his growl with his own.

"You'll fight me." Xander commented, a predatory grin appearing on his face. "I like that. Buffy fought, last time. When I wanted her years ago. Don't want her anymore. She's too weak. Not good enough for me, for the pack."

"And the fact that she's shagging Soldier Boy doesn't effect that decision, I s'pose." Spike replied. Xander let out a dangerous growl at Riley's mention. "Don't like him either, eh?"

"He smells like rotting food." Xander told him. Spike couldn't help the laugh that escaped him. Despite the seriousness of the situation, the comment had been funny.

"Ta, mate." Spike said.

"Mate?" Xander raised an eyebrow. He brought his face close to Spike's. Spike gulped and attempted to pull his head back, but he was pressed hard against the wall. He couldn't stop the whimper that escaped his throat when Xander lightly licked his chin. "Mmm, taste good."

"Yer gonna regret this, Harris." Spike said quickly.

"Need a mate." Xander said softly. And for the first time since this all began, Xander looked vulnerable. A small frown played at his lips and the gravel-like purr had started up in his chest.

"Why me? You hate me, remember?" Spike tried not to feel sorry for the boy. Xander was the white knight, after all. He was used to getting the short end of the stick. But Spike couldn't help but see a bit of himself in Xander at that moment. And it made him fume inside. "You don't want me. You want someone strong, right? Well, bloody hell, that could be a lot of people. So I fuckin' smell good? What's that got to do with it, eh? You need to get back to the Watcher and get this mess cleaned up. I will not have you blaming this on me."

"Your..." Xander trailed off, looking at him carefully with that same sad frown. "Your rejecting me."

"Damn right, I am." Spike growled.

The punch came out of no where. One moment Xander was pressed against him, frowning and smelling like pure sadness, and the next he was slamming him against the wall and punching for all it was worth. Whether it was the hyena or some strange strength that Xander had never shown before, the boy was strong. Spike felt his head crack against the cement wall with the first blow. He barely had time to dodge out of the way with the second.

Xander was fast and he fought to be faster. He wasn't sure if he would be able to hit Xander back, and decided that dodging and waiting for a chance to run was better than getting his head fried by the chip. It was to his own shock when, barely into the attack, Xander backed off. Lifting his head, Spike watched as Xander merely walked off without looking back.

Slowly the vampire got to his feet. Anger boiled inside him as his blue eyes scanned the deserted cemetary. Then, releasing a howl of anger, he swung around and slammed his fist into the crypt's wall. Pieces of cement flew, and pulling his hand back he saw with satisfaction a large hole. Letting his hand drop to his side, he flexed the now bloodied fingers. The pain was dull and hardly compared to the anger he felt inside. Anger towards himself. Anger towards Xander. Anger towards everything he could think
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Spike growled in frustration as he turned and left the cemetery. He prowled the dark streets, praying for some demon to come walking by. It must of been a night of bad luck, for he found no demons. Only drunk college students, and he could hardly unleash his anger on them. This was how he found himself a Willy's. Normally he would of went to the Bronze, but he did not want to chance another encounter with hyena boy.

Thr war was dark, hardly crowded, and no one paid him any mind as he sauntered over to the bar. After ordering a Jack Daniels and growling Willy away, Spike submerged himself in his own emotions. The anger had subsided, leaving now a sense of depression and remembrance.

God, he hated how he was reacting with Xander. Just because the boy had got himself a demon did not mean Spike had to respect him. Or submit. Spike growled low in his chest, causing a nearby Mercluk demon to squeak and move away. And knowing that he had just scared a peaceful demon, for once, did not bring Spike entertainment. This whole situation was completely out of his control, and he hated it.

He had to admit that Xander acting this way was sexy. He gave off this presence that screamed 'don't mess with me or I'll fuck you into the ground'. And Spike couldn't help but react to that. It reminded him so much of Angelus and the games they use to play before the poof got himself a soul. And that made his anger boil once more. Where did the boy get off making him feel that way? He had been practically trained by his Grandsire to react toward that sort of torment. The knowledge that he was being dominated and controlled. He couldn't help the sexual reaction it caused, even if it pissed him off.

"Stupid Angelus. Stupid Harris." Spike growled, slamming his bottle of JD onto the counter. Maybe he just needed to get laid. That was a thought. The last time Spike had bed someone was Harmony, which was quite a few months ago. If only he had refrained from trying to stake her, then maybe he would have someone to pound into the mattress. To make bleed and whimper for more. Spike didn't realize he was moaning until Willy coughed and looked at him with a strange glint in his eyes. Stiffening his back, Spike sent him a glare before ordering another Jack Daniels.

Across town, in The Bronze, Buffy was attempting to keep Riley from noticing Xander. Xander was seating at a table near the darkest corner, his eyes practically burning a hole in Riley's back. He had arrived at the club about an hour ago. He had immediately searched each one of them down, sniffing the air around them slightly, before retreating to his watching post. Buffy almost wanted to go over to him to see if he was okay. He looked pissed.

"What's wrong?" Riley asked, noticing the look on Buffy's face.

"N-nothing." Buffy replied.

"No, it's something." Riley slipped his hand into hers and began pulling her off the dance floor and toward a quieter area. "Tell me what's going on. It's not demon business or anything, is it?"

"Not really... Kinda." Buffy sighed. "Can we get out of here... I don't want to risk someone hearing this."

"Yeah, okay." Riley led her out of The Bronze, not noticing a pair of flashing green eyes narrowing. Outside, they began walking along the sidewalk. Riley focused his attention on Buffy, who looked subdued in the lighting of street lamps. "Buffy?"

"Huh? Oh, sorry." Buffy bit her lower lip, eyes darting around them as they past a cemetery. "Something happened last week."

"What?"

"Xander, he..." Buffy took a deep breath. "This has to stay between us, Riley. No Initiative finding out, okay? I can't risk Xander getting hurt."

"What's going on, Buffy." Riley demanded softly.

"Promise me, Riley." Buffy turned to him, a pleading look in her eyes. Riley felt his resolve lessen and, witsighsigh, he nodded.

"I promise."

"Okay... Okay." Buffy repeated to herself. "When we were in high school, Xander was possessed by a hyena spirit while at the zoo. A lot of stuff happened, but we finally performed the ritual to get it out of him. Something went wrong. Giles is still trying to figure out how it happened, but Xander's hyena didn't leave him like we all thought. It was simply pushed into dormancy."

"How?"

"We don't know." Buffy replied, honestly.

"What does this have to do with last week?" Riley asked.

"We fought this huge snake-demon last week. It hurt Xander with one of it's horns. The result was the hyena getting lose." Buffy said softly. "Xander's still in there, I can tell. It's different than last time, though. Giles thinks it's because the hyena has been aware of everything while inside of Xander and that it had aged, became mature. Some crap like that, I don't pretend to know what he's talking about when he gets onto one of his rants."

Buffy sighed once more, walking over and sitting on a nearby bench. Riley followed her, unsure of what to say or even think. After a moment's silence, Buffy began to speak again.

"The hyena is alpha, apparently." She said, letting her hand slip into Riley's. "He thinks he's our leader. He... It took Xander a while to let us out of his sight. Now, I don't know. He doesn't like us interacting with others. But he's slowly starting to behave more like a human. Still, you can tell it's there, you know? You can see the animal in his eyes."

"What are you guys going to do?" Riley asked, squeezing her hand in reassurance.

"Giles is searching for a way to get Xander back." Buffy told him. "But... He says it's gonna be difficult. We can't extract the hyena. It's been there so long we could drive Xander into insanity if we do. Giles thinks that maybe we can bind the hyena within him, but he doesn't know how."

"Buffy." The word was spoken softly, but harshly. She turned to look at Riley, wondering why he had said her name like that. That's when she realized he hadn't spoken. Buffy followed his eye line to see Xander standing before them, arms crossed and eyes flashing that strange green light.

"Xander! What are you doing here?" Buffy asked.

"You left, so I followed." He said simply.

"You didn't have to..." Buffy said slowly.

"He's not pack." Xander growled.

"Look, Xander, he's my boyfriend." Buffy attempted to explain. Xander sniffed the air.

"Not mates, not pack." He told her calmly. Buffy glanced over at Riley. She foughck ack a laugh, despite the rather serious situation. She didn't know how Xander would react to anything at the moment, but the look of shock and confusion on Riley's face was comical. Then, curiosity got the best of her. She had to ask, and since Xander seemed lucid enough to understand what she meant, this would be a good time to question him.

"What would make him pack, Xander?" Xander's head tilted in slight confusion, but a look of frustration replaced it along with a sigh.

"He must accept the pack leader." Xander said, giving Riley a pointed look, growling softly under his breath. "And then he must prove himself worthy in order raise his rank in the pack. Otherwise he shall be the lowest member, the omega." Xander narrowed his eyes at Riley. "Your not pack. You hurt her, the pack will devour you."

"Ummm..." Was all Riley could come up with. Both him and Buffy watched as he turned and left without another word. They shared a look, before Buffy sighed and broke into her whine voice.

"What are we gonna do about him?" She asked, resting her head on his shoulder.