Two vamps, a girl, and a prophecy

Summary: What happens to Spike (and Angel) after ‘Not Fade Away.’
Rating: NC-17 Explicit sexual descriptions (later on), some language.
Pairings: Dawn/Spike, with a small side of Buffy/Xander.
Feedback: Yes, please. This is my first time posting a fic, so be gentle!
Archive? : Ask me first.
Beta: I need one!
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em. I’m just borrowing them for a while since Joss isn’t using them anymore.


Chapter 26

A loud chorus of excited voices nearly overwhelmed Dawn when she entered the living room. Having apparently decided that she’d had enough time to recover from her ‘ordeal,’ Angel and Buffy immediately pulled her away from Spike, pushed her into the nearest chair, and eagerly began asking her questions about how, exactly, she had saved Spike.

“Give the girl a break!” Spike growled, shoving Angel, none too gently, away from her. “For Christ sake, she just woke up!”

“Sounded like she’s got plenty of energy to me,” Angel smirked. Dawn glanced at Spike, half expecting him to deck the other vampire, or maybe even gloat about the truth behind Angel’s words. Before he had a chance, Buffy slapped Angel upside the head. Hard.

“Don’t talk about my sister like that! Like you’re one to talk, anyway, Mr. Pot. If Althenea hadn’t given us that sound-proofing spell for your room, you would be living in the sewers or something.” Buffy sneered at him, hands on her hips.

Angel chuckled, glanced at Faith, and said, “There are hotels in Rome, Buffy…”

“So? None of them would let you two stay for more than one night. You’d scare away the other guests,” Buffy giggled, winking at Faith.

“You ‘two?’” Dawn stared, wide eyed, at Faith, who was smiling knowingly, and with uncharacteristic fondness, at Angel. Turning to Spike, she exclaimed. “Ewww! Why didn’t you warn me?”

“Hey! What’re you ‘ewww’-ing about?” Faith protested. Dawn watched in horrified fascination as the brunette slayer sauntered across the room and put her arms around Angel’s waist. “Studly here is pretty hot, and I’m really hot. You obviously don’t have a problem with sexual relations between humans and vampires…” She winked saucily at Spike, who immediately looked down, holding his hand over his mouth in an unsuccessful attempt to hide the smirk Dawn had been expecting since the conversation began.

“Nah, I was just ‘eww’-ing at the thought of Angel having sex, period,” Dawn grinned playfully at Angel. When he frowned at her, looking slightly hurt, she sighed. “Sorry. That wasn’t funny.”

“Not very, no,” Angel frowned, shaking his head.

Faith shot Dawn a dirty look and stretched up on her toes to kiss Angel on the cheek. He smiled slightly and turned his head to give her a quick peck on the lips, and Dawn suddenly realized it made a strange kind of sense for the pair to end up together. If anyone could keep Angel from getting too full of himself, it was definitely Faith. She made a mental note to ask Spike or Buffy about Angel’s curse. Specifically, why they weren’t all currently skinned, gutted and hung out to dry. Didn’t Faith wonder why sleeping with her didn’t make Angel happy? “Hey, I’m happy for you guys. Really. It’s just kind of squicky to think of anyone I know having sex. And it surprised me. I didn’t mean anything by it, honest,” When Angel just shrugged slightly, Dawn sighed again, looking to Spike for help.

“C’mon, Peaches. You said the same thing about Little Mama and Xan, remember?” He jerked his thumb at Buffy, who immediately put her hands back on her hips and glared at Angel.

“Uh, thanks, Spike,” Angel quickly moved further away from Buffy, pushing Faith gently out of his way, and turned back toward Dawn. “It’s okay, Dawnie. For the record, the noises coming from your room just now were pretty ‘squicky,’ too. Bleeech!” He shuddered slightly and wrinkled his nose.

“That’s right!” Spike exclaimed, nodding his head. Dawn exchanged an amused look with Xander, who was now biting his lip and sputtering softly like he was going to explode. “Hey!”

“Can we puh-leaze stop talking about everyone’s sex lives?” Xander snickered, wiping his eyes after everyone had finally stopped laughing and Dawn had pulled Spike down into the chair with her, climbing onto his lap to keep him from trying to carry out his threat to ‘show Angel how squicky he could be.’ Whatever the hell that meant.

“Yes! Please! Let’s talk about getting something to eat!” Dawn suggested, pouting down at Spike. “You promised!”

“That I did, but I don’t know if Faith’s gonna want to do you any favors, now.” He winked at the dark haired slayer.

“I think we’ve already established that I can’t cook,” Faith chuckled, waving her hands in front of her defensively.

“Bit wants Ennio’s,” Spike said pleadingly. “She’s starving to death, poor thing.” He wrapped his arms tightly around Dawn as he spoke, and batted his eyes and pouted at Faith. “You know he’ll fire up the stove for you, luv.”

“Starving? What about the stuff Xan made for her?” Faith asked worriedly, obviously crumbling.

“Ate it. Wasn’t enough,” Dawn whined, adding her own pouting powers to Spike’s to break down the last of the other girl’s defenses.

“I dunno. You dissed my boyfriend, girl,” Faith glared playfully at her, reaching over to ruffle Angel’s hair.

“Hey, I’ll forgive her if you promise to never do that again,” Angel caught her wrist and pulled her hand away from his hair, bringing it to his lap, where he clasped it gently between his own.

Faith laughed delightedly, and tried to pull her hand free. “I’m going to break you of that gel addiction if it kills me, baby.”

“I know where you sleep,” He replied with a growl, slipping into game face and snapping at her playfully, keeping a tight hold on her hand.

“Hello? Food?” Dawn interrupted quickly, before they could forget they weren’t alone in the room.

“Yeah, yeah. Fine. What do you want?” Faith rolled her eyes, reaching for the phone.

Dawn clapped her hands happily and bounced on Spike’s lap. “Eggplant parmesan, and garlic bread. Lots of garlic bread…”

“Ow! Hey!” Spike winced, grabbing Dawn’s hips and holding her down.

Feeling something pressing against her butt, Dawn bit back a smile and squirmed against him, eliciting a deep growl. “Sorry, honey.”

“You’ll pay for that, later, Luv,” Spike murmured in her ear. Dawn shivered deliciously and let herself go limp, relaxing back into his arms as she watched her sister try to convince Faith to order enough food to feed the entire building. She wondered if pregnant slayers ate more than normal pregnant women, or if Buffy, herself, was just a pig.

Half an hour after Spike had picked up the food, Dawn decided Buffy’s appetite must just be a slayer thing, since Faith had eaten nearly as much as her sister. Dawn found herself feeling full after eating only half of the extra large order of eggplant parmesan that Ennio had sent for her, along with warm wishes for her to feel better soon. While the others continued eating, she amused herself by sitting on Spikes lap and feeding him the remaining portion. He continued to gaze hungrily at her long after the food was gone. “Wanna go back to my room?”

Spike shivered at Dawn’s whispered words, and she felt the hard bulge in his lap, that had reappeared soon after she climbed back on top of him, twitch before he said, loudly, “Well, I think Dawn should probably get back to bed, don’t you?”

Buffy glanced at her watch. “Dr. Wilcox should be here in a while…”

“What? Why? I’m fine now!” Dawn yelped, jumping to her feet and glaring at her sister.

“Dawn…you just woke up from a month long coma thingie!” Buffy snorted scornfully. “Did you really think we weren’t going to have the doctor take a look at you?”

“But-”

“We just want to be sure you’re okay,” Xander chimed in, wiping garlic butter from his chin, tossing his napkin on the table and standing up. “Don’t want you ending up asleep for another month…you snore.” He grinned at her as he put his hands on her shoulders and squeezed gently. “After Dr. Wilcox takes a look at you and confirms that you’re fine, we’ll get out of your hair, and you’ll be free to do whatever you want, which I don’t ever want to know about, by the way.”

Dawn rolled her eyes and crossed her arms across her chest. “Fine. That makes sense, I guess.”

“Of course it made sense. I am the all-knowing Xan-man,” Xander smiled, puffing up his chest.

“Did you know you have butter on your nose, all-knowing one?” Spike scoffed. The others laughed loudly as Xander swore and grabbed his napkin again, rubbing frantically at his face.

“Aw, honey, you just smeared all the butter from the napkin back on your face,” Buffy crooned, trying half-heartedly not to laugh.

“One moment. I couldn’t just have one moment where I was the cool, shining voice of reason…” Xander sighed, shaking his head and burying his head in his hands.

“Well, you could, but it would probably destroy the line between reality and fantasy, and the universe would collapse.” Angel sighed with mock solemnity.

“Actually, I think you just used up your powers of super-reasoning when you talked me out of destroying the world,” Everyone spun toward the doorway, where Willow smiled and waved sheepishly. “I’m back! Sorry it took me so long…”

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My muse finally came through and I've got this thing pretty much finished. I've made a few minor changes to past chapters to tie some things up. I'm hoping to finish it today.