Quantum Xander II: In Wake of the Curse
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BtVS AU/AR › Slash - Male/Male › Spike(William)/Xander
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Adult ++
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65
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20,540
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119
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~PART 25~
Part 25
When Spike came to, he was in agony. He felt as though he’d gone ten rounds with a whole pack of ubervamps. He groaned and tried to sit up only to be pushed back by warm hands and told to stay still. His senses were all working just fine though, so he knew it was Xander who was holding him down and that Buffy was nearby.
“Xan? What the hell’d you do t’me?”
“Not entirely sure, Spike. But I think I might have fried your chip once and for all.”
Spike lay still and let the repercussions of this wash over him. Okay, firstly, he was ecstatic; he hated that damn thing and not having it go off for accidentally stepping on someone’s toes would be a relief. But it was the chip that had made him slow down and take a good long look at the people around him. It had made him realize that there was more to them that just blood, that they weren’t cattle. He had fallen in love with the woman Buffy was; the slayer part just made it poetic in his mind. He had come to care a great deal for the witches, and Dawn had become the sister he’d never had. Would he lose them now that he was… unfettered? He had a soul, but then hey, so did Hitler. A soul could be corrupted; he had killed recently despite having both a chip and a soul. With the loss of one - would his little adopted family still want him around?
He wasn’t worried about Xander. He knew he’d still have the boy’s friendship if no one else’s. He loved - was mated to - an unsouled version of himself. Although, he wondered what Xander would do if his Spike suddenly found himself unchipped? Would he still trust him not to hurt innocents? Not to kill his friends? The other version of himself had no ties - no loyalty to these people. The only thing that would keep him from feeding on them was his love for Xander. Spike knew it was enough, that the vampire wouldn’t do anything to upset his mate, but he wondered if Xander did?
“What exactly do you mean by ‘not entirely sure’?”
“Damn it, Spike! I’m a warlock not a doctor!”
Xander feigned his best McCoy accent and grinned when Spike laughed weakly.
“Been waitin’ long to use that one, luv?”
“You have no idea.”
Buffy watched with sad eyes as the two men carried on joking and laughing in front of her. It wasn’t all that long ago that she would have had to talk Xander out of staking Spike. Now here they were, the best of friends. Possibly more from the looks they were giving each other. She decided to interrupt before anything she didn’t want to think about could happen.
“Well, as much fun as this has been, we need to find out if it worked.”
“How d’you suppose we do that, love?”
Xander interrupted by sticking his arm out.
“Bite me, Spike.”
Spike drew back in alarm.
“Er, Xan? Haven’t we already walked this road one time too many? It’s not a good idea. ’Sides I had me chip last time and it didn’t go off.”
“Wait. You bit Xander? When? Why? How?”
Both men groaned as they realized they would have to explain. Spike turned panicked eyes to Xander and felt a flood of relief when Xander nodded his understanding. Buffy wouldn’t find out about the sex.
“I was bleeding, there was some just-awakened confusion going on and I asked Spike to do it. Practically forced him to. Mistaken identity; right vampire, wrong version.”
Buffy frowned thoughtfully.
“Oh. So, you and the other Spike… There was biting? Like he ate you?”
Spike snickered and Buffy blushed at the double entendre.
“So not what I meant.”
“Wasn’t like that. I’m not Spike’s food. Biting isn’t always about feeding, Buffy; sometimes it’s about love, about expressing things that you can’t say with words. I have a bond with my mate - the blood sharing just reaffirms it, makes it stronger.”
“So, what? Now you’re, like, bonded to Spike? This Spike?”
“No. I’d have to take his blood as well for that to happen…”
Xander trailed off with a horrifying moment of clarity. He had taken Spike’s blood. He had bound himself to this Spike as well in a moment of passion-induced stupidity. At least Spike didn’t know what he’d done.
Spike could barely stop himself from growling in frustration. He should have realized this earlier; he had known about the blood sharing, about what would happen, but he hadn’t allowed himself to make the connection. No wonder William was screaming at him not to bite. Damn foolish demon - always thinking with heart and cock instead of brains.
“Let’s just do this then, yeah? Try not to want it this time.”
In his anger at himself, Spike morphed and bit savagely into Xander’s forearm. The blood streamed forth and he swallowed it with a sense of awe and dread. He could taste it, that little part that said Xander was his. Abruptly he closed the wound and pulled away.
“Ow! Fuck, that hurt.”
“Well, that tears it then. So, now what?”
“Now nothing. Nothing’s changed, Spike. So your chip’s gone; big deal.”
Spike looked at Buffy to see what she thought about the matter. He was surprised to see her smiling at him.
“Slayer?”
“Spike, what I said to you before still stands. I believe in you. You can do good things, this doesn’t change that.”
“Thank you.”
Spike swallowed hard and really wished it were night time. He needed some time alone, time to figure out what was going on inside of him. He was mated to Xander as surely as his double was, and yet he still loved Buffy. He needed to figure out what he was going to do about it.
Xander could sense that something was troubling Spike; it didn’t take a genius to see that. The painful bite on his arm was testament enough. If he didn’t know better, he’d think the vamp knew what he had done.
“I’m sure Spike’s worn out. Why don’t we let him rest for awhile.”
Buffy nodded and followed Xander to the stairs. She had a feeling there was more going on than they were telling her, but she had too many things to deal with right now to try to find out. If they survived the First Evil, then she’d get to the bottom of whatever was going on between Spike and Xander.
When Spike came to, he was in agony. He felt as though he’d gone ten rounds with a whole pack of ubervamps. He groaned and tried to sit up only to be pushed back by warm hands and told to stay still. His senses were all working just fine though, so he knew it was Xander who was holding him down and that Buffy was nearby.
“Xan? What the hell’d you do t’me?”
“Not entirely sure, Spike. But I think I might have fried your chip once and for all.”
Spike lay still and let the repercussions of this wash over him. Okay, firstly, he was ecstatic; he hated that damn thing and not having it go off for accidentally stepping on someone’s toes would be a relief. But it was the chip that had made him slow down and take a good long look at the people around him. It had made him realize that there was more to them that just blood, that they weren’t cattle. He had fallen in love with the woman Buffy was; the slayer part just made it poetic in his mind. He had come to care a great deal for the witches, and Dawn had become the sister he’d never had. Would he lose them now that he was… unfettered? He had a soul, but then hey, so did Hitler. A soul could be corrupted; he had killed recently despite having both a chip and a soul. With the loss of one - would his little adopted family still want him around?
He wasn’t worried about Xander. He knew he’d still have the boy’s friendship if no one else’s. He loved - was mated to - an unsouled version of himself. Although, he wondered what Xander would do if his Spike suddenly found himself unchipped? Would he still trust him not to hurt innocents? Not to kill his friends? The other version of himself had no ties - no loyalty to these people. The only thing that would keep him from feeding on them was his love for Xander. Spike knew it was enough, that the vampire wouldn’t do anything to upset his mate, but he wondered if Xander did?
“What exactly do you mean by ‘not entirely sure’?”
“Damn it, Spike! I’m a warlock not a doctor!”
Xander feigned his best McCoy accent and grinned when Spike laughed weakly.
“Been waitin’ long to use that one, luv?”
“You have no idea.”
Buffy watched with sad eyes as the two men carried on joking and laughing in front of her. It wasn’t all that long ago that she would have had to talk Xander out of staking Spike. Now here they were, the best of friends. Possibly more from the looks they were giving each other. She decided to interrupt before anything she didn’t want to think about could happen.
“Well, as much fun as this has been, we need to find out if it worked.”
“How d’you suppose we do that, love?”
Xander interrupted by sticking his arm out.
“Bite me, Spike.”
Spike drew back in alarm.
“Er, Xan? Haven’t we already walked this road one time too many? It’s not a good idea. ’Sides I had me chip last time and it didn’t go off.”
“Wait. You bit Xander? When? Why? How?”
Both men groaned as they realized they would have to explain. Spike turned panicked eyes to Xander and felt a flood of relief when Xander nodded his understanding. Buffy wouldn’t find out about the sex.
“I was bleeding, there was some just-awakened confusion going on and I asked Spike to do it. Practically forced him to. Mistaken identity; right vampire, wrong version.”
Buffy frowned thoughtfully.
“Oh. So, you and the other Spike… There was biting? Like he ate you?”
Spike snickered and Buffy blushed at the double entendre.
“So not what I meant.”
“Wasn’t like that. I’m not Spike’s food. Biting isn’t always about feeding, Buffy; sometimes it’s about love, about expressing things that you can’t say with words. I have a bond with my mate - the blood sharing just reaffirms it, makes it stronger.”
“So, what? Now you’re, like, bonded to Spike? This Spike?”
“No. I’d have to take his blood as well for that to happen…”
Xander trailed off with a horrifying moment of clarity. He had taken Spike’s blood. He had bound himself to this Spike as well in a moment of passion-induced stupidity. At least Spike didn’t know what he’d done.
Spike could barely stop himself from growling in frustration. He should have realized this earlier; he had known about the blood sharing, about what would happen, but he hadn’t allowed himself to make the connection. No wonder William was screaming at him not to bite. Damn foolish demon - always thinking with heart and cock instead of brains.
“Let’s just do this then, yeah? Try not to want it this time.”
In his anger at himself, Spike morphed and bit savagely into Xander’s forearm. The blood streamed forth and he swallowed it with a sense of awe and dread. He could taste it, that little part that said Xander was his. Abruptly he closed the wound and pulled away.
“Ow! Fuck, that hurt.”
“Well, that tears it then. So, now what?”
“Now nothing. Nothing’s changed, Spike. So your chip’s gone; big deal.”
Spike looked at Buffy to see what she thought about the matter. He was surprised to see her smiling at him.
“Slayer?”
“Spike, what I said to you before still stands. I believe in you. You can do good things, this doesn’t change that.”
“Thank you.”
Spike swallowed hard and really wished it were night time. He needed some time alone, time to figure out what was going on inside of him. He was mated to Xander as surely as his double was, and yet he still loved Buffy. He needed to figure out what he was going to do about it.
Xander could sense that something was troubling Spike; it didn’t take a genius to see that. The painful bite on his arm was testament enough. If he didn’t know better, he’d think the vamp knew what he had done.
“I’m sure Spike’s worn out. Why don’t we let him rest for awhile.”
Buffy nodded and followed Xander to the stairs. She had a feeling there was more going on than they were telling her, but she had too many things to deal with right now to try to find out. If they survived the First Evil, then she’d get to the bottom of whatever was going on between Spike and Xander.