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Old Enemies Part 22
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Part 22
He could hear the voices around him. He could even hear what they were saying. But for some reason, he couldn’t seem to respond.
He wasn’t entirely sure that he wanted to, anyway. He felt so… warm and languid… sleepy and comfortable.
Hell, the only thing missing was a cool body wrapped around him, holding him tight.
It was that one lack that kept him from smiling. It was… wrong… to be this relaxed without Spike there beside him.
He tried to force his mind to tell him what was happening. The last thing he remembered was… Elliot dropping him off. Walking to his apartment. He remembered going inside, then… nothing.
Had he fallen asleep on the couch, maybe? No, he quickly discarded that idea. He wouldn’t feel like he was getting farther and farther away from his vampire if he were on his couch. So what had happened?
Harris frowned, grunting unhappily. And since when could he feel how far away Spike was? Not that he minded, but it was… strange.
“Um, is he supposed to be… moving around like that?” he heard from nearby.
“No… maybe he didn’t inhale enough, though. Here, I’ll fix it.” A second voice said, accompanied by a chalky sensation coating the inside of his nose as he breathed.
The first voice again. “Thanks, Will… we can’t have him waking up until after we…”
Even the small bit of awareness faded as whatever he’d breathed went to work, dragging him down into warm, deep darkness.
* * * * *
The next thing he heard was chanting. He couldn’t quite manage to open his eye, but he could definitely hear the chanting. He could smell some sort of burning something, too.
He tried to make sense of what little he knew, but it didn’t MAKE any sense. And he still didn’t know where he was or what was happening.
He felt his skin twitch as some sort of energy passed over him, then faded. It didn’t feel bad, but it wasn’t exactly pleasant, either.
Harris groaned softly, deciding he was just having a particularly bizarre dream.
“Damn it, he’s moving again!”
“That’s just… weird. He got enough to keep him knocked out for DAYS!”
“Well, maybe it’s old or something because he’s definitely moving!”
He heard a sigh. “It doesn’t matter now, anyway. The spell is done. When he wakes up, he’ll be…”
“Our Xander again. Our funny, heterosexual old friend. Good. Thanks, Will.”
“He’s SO gonna hate me for making him gay in the first place, though…”
“Um, maybe you could do that… memory thing? I know it went badly the last time, but this is different. It’s XANDER, right? And… he probably won’t want to remember about… letting guys… do THAT to him, right?”
“I… I guess… and he won’t remember being taken in by that Spike incubus, either… although… you know, Buffy, I’ll bet it’s only the incubus who’s done… that to Xan. It’ll be much easier to just erase that part… and Spike, of course. That way if the demon comes looking for him…”
“Xander won’t recognize him! Willow, you’re brilliant!”
“I have my moments. Okay, time to erase Spike and all things Spike-related from his mind.”
Harris felt his heart beating faster and harder, pounding frantically. They wanted to make him forget Spike? Forget loving him, needing him, feeling his vampire’s arms around him, his beautiful cock spearing deep into him? Forget everything good and pure and worthwhile in his life?
He tried to yell ‘NO!’ but he still had no control over his body. He grimaced involuntarily, small tears coming from the corner of his eye as he smelled something else burning and heard a different chant.
This time when he felt the energy pass over him, his back arched and a strangled scream was torn from his throat before the blessed darkness dragged him under again.
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The vampire snarled suddenly, eyes darting wildly around the first class cabin. He barely kept his demon from coming forth, only managing it because of what he knew would happen if it did.
“What’s wrong?” Trevor asked quietly, his concern clear in his voice. “Spike, what’s happened?”
“They’re hurtin’ him,” he growled. “Claim’s not complete, but I can tell that much! They’re bloody well HURTIN’ him!”
As much as his mind was reeling from everything Trevor had told him over the last six hours of the flight, Elliot found himself leaning across the aisle to take Will’s hand. “So we find them. We get Harris back. Then we hurt THEM.” He was unaware of the dangerous look in his own eyes, but the other man saw it.
Trevor blinked a few times at the tone, then smiled. Maybe this thing with Elliot would work out after all. He hadn’t been sure, mostly because the other man had always seemed so happy to be passive. “Yes,” he said, agreeing, “We will.”
Spike growled low in his chest. “As much as it takes. Not lettin’ ANYONE hurt my luv an’ get away with it. Don’t care who they are. Doesn’t matter. Hundreds of ‘potentials’ out there. What’s one less Slayer, ‘ey? Even that one.”
Elliot frowned and gripped the cool fingers harder, glad they had first class all to themselves, although he had no idea of how Will had managed it. “I’m hoping it doesn’t come to that, Will. I’d rather not have to kill anyone, especially the girl ‘Bunny’ is based on. Besides… prison in a foreign country? Not really something I’ve been wanting to try.”
It would be different for Will, of course, because he was a British Citizen. Elliot had thought as much from the accent, but he’d had it proven when the other man had pulled a UK passport from his wallet before they’d boarded the plane. Still, he doubted Will wanted to go to jail either.
The most surprising thing to Trevor was that Elliot had accepted the idea of killing so easily. He was starting to wonder whether he knew what the other man had made himself into at all. Then again, Trevor realized, he’d been less than forthcoming with his new lover, too. He guessed they had a lot to talk about, once the current crisis was over. Still, it was reassuring to know that something of the man Elliot had once been was still there inside him. Especially when they didn’t know what they were leaping into.
“I’ll handle Buffy,” he said softly. “Remember, Sp… Will, I know things about ALL of you that… well, I doubt she’d like it if I decided to share her secrets with the rest of the Council.”
Spike frowned, forcing himself to calm a bit. They had another hour in the air, after all. Getting angry now wasn’t going to do him OR his Xan any good. “Right, then,” he finally said, looking past Elliot to meet Trevor’s eyes. “You hold your secrets ready an’ me an’ El will handle th’ rest.”
He sat back, finally releasing Elliot’s hand. “Taa, mate,” he murmured, “For th’ support.”
“No problem,” Elliot muttered back, trying to shake some circulation back into his fingers. “I love Harris too, you know. Maybe not the same way you do, but just as much. And not just because of my ten percent.” He smiled, trying to lighten the mood.
He let the demon gnash its teeth inside him where nobody could see. On the outside, he chuckled and tried to look relaxed, although he had a feeling he was fooling no one. “Doesn’t hurt, though, does it? Speakin’ of which… just how much is my bloke worth from writin’ his little books?”
Trevor smiled, relieved that Spike wasn’t going to lose control… or not at the moment, anyway. He had a feeling that would change once they were on the ground and had gotten through customs. He sat back in his seat, his hand finding Elliot’s. This might be their last quiet time for a while and he wanted to enjoy it.
Elliot’s smile became a bit tender as his fingers tangled lightly with Trevor’s. He’d have to tell the guy about his own past some time, but not yet. Later.
He shrugged at Will’s question. “I don’t know exactly. I’m his agent, not his accountant. But if I had to guess…?” He paused, thinking. “With the audio books, the film rights and worldwide merchandizing… probably around ten million or so by now. It depends on his investment portfolio, of course. Could be more, could be half that, y’know?” He watched Will carefully, wondering whether the blond was about to get greedy.
Spike blinked, stunned. “All that just from scribblin’ down his stories? Bloody hell, I’m impressed.” He smiled then. “But it’s good. Nice ta know my better half can hold his own. Wouldn’t have minded supportin’ him, of course, but I wouldn’t want him feelin’ like a kept bloke, right?”
“Oh, hell… you mean you’re… well, sure you are. I know where you live, and it isn’t cheap. But still… Damn that Harris. Some guys have all the luck. He not only finds his ‘lost love’ but it turns out you’re rich, too.” Elliot winked teasingly. “Remind me to beat him. You know, after we find him, take him back, and kick some serious ass.”
And all Spike could do was laugh at that. He was approving of Elliot more and more.
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(A/N: Plot, plot, plot... and more plot coming. Then a big bunch of porn again. Hope no-one gets bnored. LOL And thanks for the reviews, TheShadowCat and RemityGirl. :) I appreciate you taking the time. More soon.)
Part 22
He could hear the voices around him. He could even hear what they were saying. But for some reason, he couldn’t seem to respond.
He wasn’t entirely sure that he wanted to, anyway. He felt so… warm and languid… sleepy and comfortable.
Hell, the only thing missing was a cool body wrapped around him, holding him tight.
It was that one lack that kept him from smiling. It was… wrong… to be this relaxed without Spike there beside him.
He tried to force his mind to tell him what was happening. The last thing he remembered was… Elliot dropping him off. Walking to his apartment. He remembered going inside, then… nothing.
Had he fallen asleep on the couch, maybe? No, he quickly discarded that idea. He wouldn’t feel like he was getting farther and farther away from his vampire if he were on his couch. So what had happened?
Harris frowned, grunting unhappily. And since when could he feel how far away Spike was? Not that he minded, but it was… strange.
“Um, is he supposed to be… moving around like that?” he heard from nearby.
“No… maybe he didn’t inhale enough, though. Here, I’ll fix it.” A second voice said, accompanied by a chalky sensation coating the inside of his nose as he breathed.
The first voice again. “Thanks, Will… we can’t have him waking up until after we…”
Even the small bit of awareness faded as whatever he’d breathed went to work, dragging him down into warm, deep darkness.
* * * * *
The next thing he heard was chanting. He couldn’t quite manage to open his eye, but he could definitely hear the chanting. He could smell some sort of burning something, too.
He tried to make sense of what little he knew, but it didn’t MAKE any sense. And he still didn’t know where he was or what was happening.
He felt his skin twitch as some sort of energy passed over him, then faded. It didn’t feel bad, but it wasn’t exactly pleasant, either.
Harris groaned softly, deciding he was just having a particularly bizarre dream.
“Damn it, he’s moving again!”
“That’s just… weird. He got enough to keep him knocked out for DAYS!”
“Well, maybe it’s old or something because he’s definitely moving!”
He heard a sigh. “It doesn’t matter now, anyway. The spell is done. When he wakes up, he’ll be…”
“Our Xander again. Our funny, heterosexual old friend. Good. Thanks, Will.”
“He’s SO gonna hate me for making him gay in the first place, though…”
“Um, maybe you could do that… memory thing? I know it went badly the last time, but this is different. It’s XANDER, right? And… he probably won’t want to remember about… letting guys… do THAT to him, right?”
“I… I guess… and he won’t remember being taken in by that Spike incubus, either… although… you know, Buffy, I’ll bet it’s only the incubus who’s done… that to Xan. It’ll be much easier to just erase that part… and Spike, of course. That way if the demon comes looking for him…”
“Xander won’t recognize him! Willow, you’re brilliant!”
“I have my moments. Okay, time to erase Spike and all things Spike-related from his mind.”
Harris felt his heart beating faster and harder, pounding frantically. They wanted to make him forget Spike? Forget loving him, needing him, feeling his vampire’s arms around him, his beautiful cock spearing deep into him? Forget everything good and pure and worthwhile in his life?
He tried to yell ‘NO!’ but he still had no control over his body. He grimaced involuntarily, small tears coming from the corner of his eye as he smelled something else burning and heard a different chant.
This time when he felt the energy pass over him, his back arched and a strangled scream was torn from his throat before the blessed darkness dragged him under again.
* * * * *
The vampire snarled suddenly, eyes darting wildly around the first class cabin. He barely kept his demon from coming forth, only managing it because of what he knew would happen if it did.
“What’s wrong?” Trevor asked quietly, his concern clear in his voice. “Spike, what’s happened?”
“They’re hurtin’ him,” he growled. “Claim’s not complete, but I can tell that much! They’re bloody well HURTIN’ him!”
As much as his mind was reeling from everything Trevor had told him over the last six hours of the flight, Elliot found himself leaning across the aisle to take Will’s hand. “So we find them. We get Harris back. Then we hurt THEM.” He was unaware of the dangerous look in his own eyes, but the other man saw it.
Trevor blinked a few times at the tone, then smiled. Maybe this thing with Elliot would work out after all. He hadn’t been sure, mostly because the other man had always seemed so happy to be passive. “Yes,” he said, agreeing, “We will.”
Spike growled low in his chest. “As much as it takes. Not lettin’ ANYONE hurt my luv an’ get away with it. Don’t care who they are. Doesn’t matter. Hundreds of ‘potentials’ out there. What’s one less Slayer, ‘ey? Even that one.”
Elliot frowned and gripped the cool fingers harder, glad they had first class all to themselves, although he had no idea of how Will had managed it. “I’m hoping it doesn’t come to that, Will. I’d rather not have to kill anyone, especially the girl ‘Bunny’ is based on. Besides… prison in a foreign country? Not really something I’ve been wanting to try.”
It would be different for Will, of course, because he was a British Citizen. Elliot had thought as much from the accent, but he’d had it proven when the other man had pulled a UK passport from his wallet before they’d boarded the plane. Still, he doubted Will wanted to go to jail either.
The most surprising thing to Trevor was that Elliot had accepted the idea of killing so easily. He was starting to wonder whether he knew what the other man had made himself into at all. Then again, Trevor realized, he’d been less than forthcoming with his new lover, too. He guessed they had a lot to talk about, once the current crisis was over. Still, it was reassuring to know that something of the man Elliot had once been was still there inside him. Especially when they didn’t know what they were leaping into.
“I’ll handle Buffy,” he said softly. “Remember, Sp… Will, I know things about ALL of you that… well, I doubt she’d like it if I decided to share her secrets with the rest of the Council.”
Spike frowned, forcing himself to calm a bit. They had another hour in the air, after all. Getting angry now wasn’t going to do him OR his Xan any good. “Right, then,” he finally said, looking past Elliot to meet Trevor’s eyes. “You hold your secrets ready an’ me an’ El will handle th’ rest.”
He sat back, finally releasing Elliot’s hand. “Taa, mate,” he murmured, “For th’ support.”
“No problem,” Elliot muttered back, trying to shake some circulation back into his fingers. “I love Harris too, you know. Maybe not the same way you do, but just as much. And not just because of my ten percent.” He smiled, trying to lighten the mood.
He let the demon gnash its teeth inside him where nobody could see. On the outside, he chuckled and tried to look relaxed, although he had a feeling he was fooling no one. “Doesn’t hurt, though, does it? Speakin’ of which… just how much is my bloke worth from writin’ his little books?”
Trevor smiled, relieved that Spike wasn’t going to lose control… or not at the moment, anyway. He had a feeling that would change once they were on the ground and had gotten through customs. He sat back in his seat, his hand finding Elliot’s. This might be their last quiet time for a while and he wanted to enjoy it.
Elliot’s smile became a bit tender as his fingers tangled lightly with Trevor’s. He’d have to tell the guy about his own past some time, but not yet. Later.
He shrugged at Will’s question. “I don’t know exactly. I’m his agent, not his accountant. But if I had to guess…?” He paused, thinking. “With the audio books, the film rights and worldwide merchandizing… probably around ten million or so by now. It depends on his investment portfolio, of course. Could be more, could be half that, y’know?” He watched Will carefully, wondering whether the blond was about to get greedy.
Spike blinked, stunned. “All that just from scribblin’ down his stories? Bloody hell, I’m impressed.” He smiled then. “But it’s good. Nice ta know my better half can hold his own. Wouldn’t have minded supportin’ him, of course, but I wouldn’t want him feelin’ like a kept bloke, right?”
“Oh, hell… you mean you’re… well, sure you are. I know where you live, and it isn’t cheap. But still… Damn that Harris. Some guys have all the luck. He not only finds his ‘lost love’ but it turns out you’re rich, too.” Elliot winked teasingly. “Remind me to beat him. You know, after we find him, take him back, and kick some serious ass.”
And all Spike could do was laugh at that. He was approving of Elliot more and more.
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(A/N: Plot, plot, plot... and more plot coming. Then a big bunch of porn again. Hope no-one gets bnored. LOL And thanks for the reviews, TheShadowCat and RemityGirl. :) I appreciate you taking the time. More soon.)