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BtVS Crossovers › Misc - Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
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16
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12,969
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55
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I do not own Buffy or the Doom movie, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Morning
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Title: Morning
Author: Merkat
Fandom: Buffy/Doom
Pairing: Xander/Reaper
Summary: Xander’s friends are being overprotective again and are pushing him aside. Instead of pushing back Xander leaves and meets someone new.
Archive: Slash. Mpreg?
Rating: PG-13 . . . NC17
Parts: many if I don’t get a road block.
Status: Finished? No.
Series/Sequel: Nope? No idea
Disclaimer: I own nothing except the craziness that spews out of my head. All characters belong to their respective owners.
Author notes & Warnings: M/M fanfic. No Beta. Be afraid. My mood affects my writing.
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The Blue Tree hotel 4:35 a.m.
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Sam was tired, cranky, and worried. Her brother said he needed to go out for a bit but he had been gone for three and a half hours. It didn’t even cross her mind that her brother could beat the shit out of anything that came at him and could heal almost instantly. She had been watching the clock, the frown on her face getting deeper with each minute passing. When the sound of the door opening rang through the room, she stood up ready to berate her brother. That was till she saw the burden he was carrying bridal style. She raised an eyebrow not knowing what to say.
John looked embarrassed as he mumbled. “He fell asleep in the bar.”
Putting the boy on his bed, Reaper went straight to the bathroom to piss. Taking a closer look at the boy Sam discovered he was younger then she thought he was, he was also cute. Walking up to her brother Sam wrinkled her nose.
“You smell like you bathed in old beer. Did you?” Giving Sam his favored ‘fuck off’ glare, he growled.
“ Couldn’t get drunk.” He said simply.
“Really. So that also means drugs will be flushed out of your system quite fast. Cool.”
“Hn.” Was his only comment to Sam ‘wonderful’ news. Striping to his boxers, Reaper made himself a bed on the floor.
“Why don’t you share with your new friend? The bed is big enough.” Samantha said as she snuggled into her own bed. Reaper looked at her then the boy in his bed.
“The kid was smashed when he got to the bar, I bet he doesn’t even remember going into the Bulldog saloon. Poor kid would probably have a heart attack if he woke up with a half naked man.”
Bunking down into his bed of blankets and pillows he looked up at his sister who was looking down at him.
“Night John.” She said as she turned off the light her blue eyes twinkling brightly. “Night Samantha.” He whispered into the dark. Then after he was sure she was asleep he looked at the kid, his vision perfectly clear.
“G-night kid, and don’t vomit on me when you wake up.” With that said and done Reaper went still and relaxed as he fell into a fitful sleep.
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The hotel room 5:20 a.m.
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Reaper growled as he heard the soft whimper loud and clear. It seamed like his guest was having a bad dream. Getting out of his make shift bed fluidly Reaper stood at Xander’s side and checked him over. The kid didn’t have a fever but did look a little worse for ware. Leaning closer Reaper could just make out soft half words.
“Vamps . . . Glory . . . big bad . . . Spike . . . no! . . . Dawn.” Raising a brow Reaper leaned closer, trying to make sense of the kids babble.
Reaper was so focused on the boy’s breathy whispers that he missed the tanned arm as it suddenly swung and encircled him. Reaper blinked, if anything he had to give Xander credit for his reflexes. So now how does he get out of the boy’s hold without waking him. Going down to his knee’s Reaper gently lifted the younger man's arm and placed it on the bed. The expression the brunet wore looked stressed and tense. Shrugging Reaper was about to go back to his deserving rest when the boy cried out making Reaper jumped to his feet with a gun in hand before he even realized it.
The kid was thrashing on the bed, trying to bat invisible hands away, like the devil himself was taking payment out of his mortal flesh. Standing in confusion for a moment, letting his weight shift from foot to foot, Reaper contemplated solutions to fix the problem before him. With a sigh of a man being put out Reaper took the boy into his arms and held his thrashing body to his chest. Sitting down in his nest of blankets and pillows Reaper let his lip twitch slightly into a smile as the kid calmed and fell into natural sleep. Looking at the lumpy bed then at his nest of blankets, Reaper shrugged. He was tired and comfortable, the brunet was finally sleeping soundly, why should he get up and put the kid back? Bunking down Reaper let sleep claim him again, his arms tight around his temporary charge.
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Xander’s dream
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Xander knew this was a dream, it was foggy and sounds were distorted. Xander was patrolling with Buffy and Spike, it was late and this was the last grave yard. They had slain eleven vamps tonight, and Xander had gotten three of the eleven. But Buffy didn’t seam to notice or care. She was ranting about her job, school, and the hell goddess Glory.
Spike was walking next to him, Xander knew his friend hated being involved with as he called it Slutty’s screeching. Xander had become good friends with the vampire one night ten months ago when they had gotten drunk and shared their life stories. They both found out that they had the powerful need to protect Dawn that if it wasn’t for her needing their support they would have skipped town ages ago.
They were almost to the Magic Box when they smelled smoke. They ran to the Magic Box to find the building on fire and Glory standing in the middle of the street, an unconscious Dawn in her arms. The moment Spike got a good look at what had happened he dashed over without thought of himself to save Dawnie. Spike got within arms length before he burst into flame. He was ash before Xander could yell out in grief. “SPIKE!!!”
Before Buffy and Xander could do more then run to the spot of ash Glory and Dawn was gone. “No!” Yelled Xander in panic. Buffy was in shock for a moment then did her favorite defense, blame someone else.
“Xander this is all your fault! You told someone didn’t you! Now Dawn’s going to die!!!” She said as she began to beat a shocked Xander.
“It’s your fault!!” *Punch*
“It’s your fault!!” *Slap*
“You killed them!!” *kick*
As the dream went on Xander wished, he would just wake up, this dream would never come true if he could help it. Just as he was about to give up and beg the dream to end warmth like a blanket covered him. This warmth made physco Buffy and the surrounding landscape disappear, leaving Xander in a calm darkness to rest.
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10:30 a.m. Sunnyhell the Magic box
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Anya was currently doing one of her favorite things, counting money. Today was a good day with the exception to the fact that Anya didn’t have a sweet strawberry donut to eat. Xander always brought donuts, but today there was none.
Buffy was flipping a knife around like she was the only one that could do it. Anya knew and cursed many men that could handle knives a thousand times better then Buffy. Giles was reading on ways to kill Glory, and Spike was watching Passions.
Dawn was with Spike but was not watching Passions. No she was waiting for her favorite brunet to show up. Xander always treated her like a capable person, just because an evil hell goddess wants to bleed her dry doesn’t mean she can’t help out. So instead of bugging Spike Dawn was watching the door like it was the most amusing thing in the world. So when Willow came in with Tara Dawn was looking past her hoping to see a smiling Xander behind her. Her face fell when she didn’t spot him. She didn’t even bother saying hello to the new comers.
Willow walked in with Tara, she was all bouncy and full of energy. “Hi guy’s! What’s up?” Buffy looked up from her knife tossing to smile brightly at the redhead.
“Nothing so far, sun time is always quite.”
“That good. Hey where’s Xander?”
Buffy shrugged. “Don’t know. Maybe he slept in.”
Tara made her way to Giles to help research. “D..did you find anything yet, Mr.Giles?”
Giles wiped his glasses with a cloth then gave a little smile to Tara.
“Afraid not. I know there is something in these books that can help us kill Glory, well just have to keep looking.”
Handing a book to the shy witch they kept searching.
Plopping down next to Spike, Dawn pouted. Spike raised a brow as the girl practically sat on him.“ What’s the problem Lil bit?”
“Xander. He hasn’t shown up yet.”
Spike snorted then gave Dawn a smirk. “ Did I forget to tell you pet? Nummy went to L.A. for a bit. He was tried of those git’s over there.” Said Spike as he tipped his head in the direction of the scoobies. Dawn frowned then hit Spike in the arm.
“Why didn’t you say something sooner?”
Spike’s smirk just widened. “Just seeing when the bloody white hat’s ‘ill notice.” He said as he pointed at the cream-colored envelope on the table next to the cash register with the scoobies names on it.
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L.A. 10:30 a.m. The Blue Tree hotel
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Xander snuggled deeper into his blankets as he tried desperately to ignore his pounding headache. Xander sighed as he rubbed his cheek against a soft nipple, whoever it was he was sleeping on was comfy and warm. Burrowing deeper into the blankets and warmth Xander sighed as he eyes fluttered open. He needed to pee and get something for his killer headache. Rubbing his cheek against the soft skin Xander frowned. The person he was sleeping on was lacking a little in the breast department. Letting a hand slowly feel out the skin under him, Xander felt strong muscle and sharp lines of hard flesh.
“Not that I don’t enjoy a good groping, but I have to ask, what are you doing?” Xander yelped, opened his eyes and jumped back from the very male voice of the very male man he had been sleeping on. Then winced as the sharp sunlight caught his eyes making his headache pound that much harder, Xander shut them and groaned.
Reaper got out of the blanket nest and went to his large black duffle bag. Pulling out a bottle of Tylenol and getting a cold water bottle from the cheep frig he crouched in-front of Xander holding both items out. Though he was blushing brighter then he thought possible Xander took them with a wobbly smile of thanks. Feeling a bit better after his drink, he tried to speak.
“Did I . . . Did we um . . . ” Xander stumbled over his words as he gestured from the dark man to himself.
“No, you did not. If you did, I would have gotten less sleep then I already have.” Came a muffled feminine voice from the other bed. Xander blushed brightly as mirthful if not tired blue eye’s met his.
“Oh.” Was the only thing Xander could choke out.
Reaper smirked then held out his hand to the brunet. “I’m John Grimm we met at the bar last night . . . ” He gestured to the blond.
“That’s my sister Samantha.”
Taking the hand Xander gave a little embarrassed smile. “Alexander Harris . . . ”
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20 minutes later
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Both brother and sister were sitting on the bed facing the bathroom, curious expressions on their faces. They were both curious because after giving his name Alexander Harris made a beeline to the bathroom.
“What just happened?” Reaper asked no one in particular.
Sam shrugged. “ Maybe you smelled worse then I thought.”
“Shut up Sam.”
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Don’t own anything and will have more updates soon. ^_^
Title: Morning
Author: Merkat
Fandom: Buffy/Doom
Pairing: Xander/Reaper
Summary: Xander’s friends are being overprotective again and are pushing him aside. Instead of pushing back Xander leaves and meets someone new.
Archive: Slash. Mpreg?
Rating: PG-13 . . . NC17
Parts: many if I don’t get a road block.
Status: Finished? No.
Series/Sequel: Nope? No idea
Disclaimer: I own nothing except the craziness that spews out of my head. All characters belong to their respective owners.
Author notes & Warnings: M/M fanfic. No Beta. Be afraid. My mood affects my writing.
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The Blue Tree hotel 4:35 a.m.
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Sam was tired, cranky, and worried. Her brother said he needed to go out for a bit but he had been gone for three and a half hours. It didn’t even cross her mind that her brother could beat the shit out of anything that came at him and could heal almost instantly. She had been watching the clock, the frown on her face getting deeper with each minute passing. When the sound of the door opening rang through the room, she stood up ready to berate her brother. That was till she saw the burden he was carrying bridal style. She raised an eyebrow not knowing what to say.
John looked embarrassed as he mumbled. “He fell asleep in the bar.”
Putting the boy on his bed, Reaper went straight to the bathroom to piss. Taking a closer look at the boy Sam discovered he was younger then she thought he was, he was also cute. Walking up to her brother Sam wrinkled her nose.
“You smell like you bathed in old beer. Did you?” Giving Sam his favored ‘fuck off’ glare, he growled.
“ Couldn’t get drunk.” He said simply.
“Really. So that also means drugs will be flushed out of your system quite fast. Cool.”
“Hn.” Was his only comment to Sam ‘wonderful’ news. Striping to his boxers, Reaper made himself a bed on the floor.
“Why don’t you share with your new friend? The bed is big enough.” Samantha said as she snuggled into her own bed. Reaper looked at her then the boy in his bed.
“The kid was smashed when he got to the bar, I bet he doesn’t even remember going into the Bulldog saloon. Poor kid would probably have a heart attack if he woke up with a half naked man.”
Bunking down into his bed of blankets and pillows he looked up at his sister who was looking down at him.
“Night John.” She said as she turned off the light her blue eyes twinkling brightly. “Night Samantha.” He whispered into the dark. Then after he was sure she was asleep he looked at the kid, his vision perfectly clear.
“G-night kid, and don’t vomit on me when you wake up.” With that said and done Reaper went still and relaxed as he fell into a fitful sleep.
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The hotel room 5:20 a.m.
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Reaper growled as he heard the soft whimper loud and clear. It seamed like his guest was having a bad dream. Getting out of his make shift bed fluidly Reaper stood at Xander’s side and checked him over. The kid didn’t have a fever but did look a little worse for ware. Leaning closer Reaper could just make out soft half words.
“Vamps . . . Glory . . . big bad . . . Spike . . . no! . . . Dawn.” Raising a brow Reaper leaned closer, trying to make sense of the kids babble.
Reaper was so focused on the boy’s breathy whispers that he missed the tanned arm as it suddenly swung and encircled him. Reaper blinked, if anything he had to give Xander credit for his reflexes. So now how does he get out of the boy’s hold without waking him. Going down to his knee’s Reaper gently lifted the younger man's arm and placed it on the bed. The expression the brunet wore looked stressed and tense. Shrugging Reaper was about to go back to his deserving rest when the boy cried out making Reaper jumped to his feet with a gun in hand before he even realized it.
The kid was thrashing on the bed, trying to bat invisible hands away, like the devil himself was taking payment out of his mortal flesh. Standing in confusion for a moment, letting his weight shift from foot to foot, Reaper contemplated solutions to fix the problem before him. With a sigh of a man being put out Reaper took the boy into his arms and held his thrashing body to his chest. Sitting down in his nest of blankets and pillows Reaper let his lip twitch slightly into a smile as the kid calmed and fell into natural sleep. Looking at the lumpy bed then at his nest of blankets, Reaper shrugged. He was tired and comfortable, the brunet was finally sleeping soundly, why should he get up and put the kid back? Bunking down Reaper let sleep claim him again, his arms tight around his temporary charge.
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Xander’s dream
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Xander knew this was a dream, it was foggy and sounds were distorted. Xander was patrolling with Buffy and Spike, it was late and this was the last grave yard. They had slain eleven vamps tonight, and Xander had gotten three of the eleven. But Buffy didn’t seam to notice or care. She was ranting about her job, school, and the hell goddess Glory.
Spike was walking next to him, Xander knew his friend hated being involved with as he called it Slutty’s screeching. Xander had become good friends with the vampire one night ten months ago when they had gotten drunk and shared their life stories. They both found out that they had the powerful need to protect Dawn that if it wasn’t for her needing their support they would have skipped town ages ago.
They were almost to the Magic Box when they smelled smoke. They ran to the Magic Box to find the building on fire and Glory standing in the middle of the street, an unconscious Dawn in her arms. The moment Spike got a good look at what had happened he dashed over without thought of himself to save Dawnie. Spike got within arms length before he burst into flame. He was ash before Xander could yell out in grief. “SPIKE!!!”
Before Buffy and Xander could do more then run to the spot of ash Glory and Dawn was gone. “No!” Yelled Xander in panic. Buffy was in shock for a moment then did her favorite defense, blame someone else.
“Xander this is all your fault! You told someone didn’t you! Now Dawn’s going to die!!!” She said as she began to beat a shocked Xander.
“It’s your fault!!” *Punch*
“It’s your fault!!” *Slap*
“You killed them!!” *kick*
As the dream went on Xander wished, he would just wake up, this dream would never come true if he could help it. Just as he was about to give up and beg the dream to end warmth like a blanket covered him. This warmth made physco Buffy and the surrounding landscape disappear, leaving Xander in a calm darkness to rest.
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10:30 a.m. Sunnyhell the Magic box
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Anya was currently doing one of her favorite things, counting money. Today was a good day with the exception to the fact that Anya didn’t have a sweet strawberry donut to eat. Xander always brought donuts, but today there was none.
Buffy was flipping a knife around like she was the only one that could do it. Anya knew and cursed many men that could handle knives a thousand times better then Buffy. Giles was reading on ways to kill Glory, and Spike was watching Passions.
Dawn was with Spike but was not watching Passions. No she was waiting for her favorite brunet to show up. Xander always treated her like a capable person, just because an evil hell goddess wants to bleed her dry doesn’t mean she can’t help out. So instead of bugging Spike Dawn was watching the door like it was the most amusing thing in the world. So when Willow came in with Tara Dawn was looking past her hoping to see a smiling Xander behind her. Her face fell when she didn’t spot him. She didn’t even bother saying hello to the new comers.
Willow walked in with Tara, she was all bouncy and full of energy. “Hi guy’s! What’s up?” Buffy looked up from her knife tossing to smile brightly at the redhead.
“Nothing so far, sun time is always quite.”
“That good. Hey where’s Xander?”
Buffy shrugged. “Don’t know. Maybe he slept in.”
Tara made her way to Giles to help research. “D..did you find anything yet, Mr.Giles?”
Giles wiped his glasses with a cloth then gave a little smile to Tara.
“Afraid not. I know there is something in these books that can help us kill Glory, well just have to keep looking.”
Handing a book to the shy witch they kept searching.
Plopping down next to Spike, Dawn pouted. Spike raised a brow as the girl practically sat on him.“ What’s the problem Lil bit?”
“Xander. He hasn’t shown up yet.”
Spike snorted then gave Dawn a smirk. “ Did I forget to tell you pet? Nummy went to L.A. for a bit. He was tried of those git’s over there.” Said Spike as he tipped his head in the direction of the scoobies. Dawn frowned then hit Spike in the arm.
“Why didn’t you say something sooner?”
Spike’s smirk just widened. “Just seeing when the bloody white hat’s ‘ill notice.” He said as he pointed at the cream-colored envelope on the table next to the cash register with the scoobies names on it.
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L.A. 10:30 a.m. The Blue Tree hotel
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Xander snuggled deeper into his blankets as he tried desperately to ignore his pounding headache. Xander sighed as he rubbed his cheek against a soft nipple, whoever it was he was sleeping on was comfy and warm. Burrowing deeper into the blankets and warmth Xander sighed as he eyes fluttered open. He needed to pee and get something for his killer headache. Rubbing his cheek against the soft skin Xander frowned. The person he was sleeping on was lacking a little in the breast department. Letting a hand slowly feel out the skin under him, Xander felt strong muscle and sharp lines of hard flesh.
“Not that I don’t enjoy a good groping, but I have to ask, what are you doing?” Xander yelped, opened his eyes and jumped back from the very male voice of the very male man he had been sleeping on. Then winced as the sharp sunlight caught his eyes making his headache pound that much harder, Xander shut them and groaned.
Reaper got out of the blanket nest and went to his large black duffle bag. Pulling out a bottle of Tylenol and getting a cold water bottle from the cheep frig he crouched in-front of Xander holding both items out. Though he was blushing brighter then he thought possible Xander took them with a wobbly smile of thanks. Feeling a bit better after his drink, he tried to speak.
“Did I . . . Did we um . . . ” Xander stumbled over his words as he gestured from the dark man to himself.
“No, you did not. If you did, I would have gotten less sleep then I already have.” Came a muffled feminine voice from the other bed. Xander blushed brightly as mirthful if not tired blue eye’s met his.
“Oh.” Was the only thing Xander could choke out.
Reaper smirked then held out his hand to the brunet. “I’m John Grimm we met at the bar last night . . . ” He gestured to the blond.
“That’s my sister Samantha.”
Taking the hand Xander gave a little embarrassed smile. “Alexander Harris . . . ”
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20 minutes later
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Both brother and sister were sitting on the bed facing the bathroom, curious expressions on their faces. They were both curious because after giving his name Alexander Harris made a beeline to the bathroom.
“What just happened?” Reaper asked no one in particular.
Sam shrugged. “ Maybe you smelled worse then I thought.”
“Shut up Sam.”
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Don’t own anything and will have more updates soon. ^_^