Fisi Mtima

Title: Fisi Mtima, Chapter Three
Author: frk_werewolf
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Pairing: Xander/Spike
Ratinhis his part is R
Chapter Summary: Giles goes researchy and Spike gets sexually assaulted.
Warning: Dubious consent in a slightly sexual situation. Poor Spike.

Notes: I'm going to tell everyone now: Buffy will NOT become some psychotic bitch in this fic. Why? Because she doesn't turn into a bitch until Season 6, Season 1-5 she actually cares about her friends. And Willow will not turn into the Wicked Witch. Why? Because this is Xander we are dealing with, her best buddy! I can't stand stories that are pre-Season 6 that have Buffy (and Willow) as Xander's enemy. That will not happen here. Just had to let everyone know that.


"According to Albert McHann in the late 16th century, to bind a spirit within the body is very dangerous. If gone wrong, it could result in the person becoming a complete invalid, a vegetable if you will." Giles pulled off his glasses and began polishing them.

"But we're not binding his soul, we're binding the hyena." Buffy said, sitting down at the table in the Magic Box. They could hear Xander in the training room, beating up one of Buffy's punching bags.

"Yes, that would be the intention." Giles sighed as he replaced his lenses. "The problem is that there appears to be a connection, a semi-union, ofe kie kind between the hyena and Xander's soul. If we bind the hyena, there is a great chance we will bind Xander's soul as well."

"And that will be bad...?" Buffy encouraged, lng cng confused.

"It will cause Xander and the hyena to be locked within his own body, with no outlet. He will no longer have control over himself. It will be like he's in a coma, but worse. Spirits and demons will have complete access to his body."

"Right, no soul binding." Buffy said immediately, then winced as the sound of metal braking resonated from the training room. "That's the third pole he's broken this week, Giles."

"Yes... He is rather.. aggressive in his training." Giles said, eyeing the door to the room.

"That's not all of it." Buffy shook her head, a frown playing at her lips. "He's stronger than last time. Giles, he's stronger than I am!"

"I'm well aware of that Buffy." Giles told her. Buffy's frown simply grew in size.

"So what are we suppose to do?" Willow asked.

"Continue researching, I guess." Giles sighed. "There really isn't much else to do."

Books were once more passed around the table. As the group settled down to a long night of reading, Xander sauntered into the room. He stared them all down, sniffing the air slightly. Then without a single glance back, he left the Magic Box.

The cemeteries of Sunnydale were all the same. Filled with stones engraved with memories and crypts housing nests of killers. Xander liked the cemeteries. He could prowl between the gravestones, not making a single sound, and hunt. Not for food, but to protect his territory. For that's what Sunnydale was. It was his.

After the fourth explosion of dust cleared that evening, Xander titled his head toward the gentle wind. A feral grin appeared on his face when he caught the scent of leather and menthol cigarettes. Leaping easily on top of the nearest crypt, Xander let his eyes focus on the vampire that had rejected him. Ensuring that he was down wind, Xander was able to watch the vampire stalk through the cemetery. Xander fought the low growl wanting to resonate in his throat. The hyena still wanted him.

Spike paused on his way home, pulling out a pack of cigarettes from his duster and lighting one. Taking a long drag, he narrowed his eyes and glanced around the area. A prickly feeling crept up his spine, telling him that someone was definitely watching him. Then his eyes landed on a darkened figure crouched on the roof of the nearest crypt.

With lightening speed, the figure launched itself off the crypt, tackling him to the ground. Spike let ougirlgirlish yelp and began kicking at his attacker. Before he could manage to get much of a fight in, the body above him had straddled his hips and pinned his arms above his head. Panting for un-needed breath, Spike looked up at the man's face.

"Hello, darling." Xander whispered softly, leaning down to look Spike in the eyes.

"Bleedin' hell, get off me!" Spike growled, bucking upwards in hopes to dislodge Xander. Xander remained perfectly balanced, laughter shining in his green glowing eyes. "You pillock, get off of me right now."

"No, I don't think so." Xander replied calmly, tilting his head with a grin that sent both fear and pleasure shooting across Spike's brain.

"Get off." Spike repeated. He opened his mouth to say more, but it was quickly muffled out by Xander's lips on his own. The strange shiver, that seemed to show up every time Xander did, appeared once more along Spike's spine. Xander's tongue grazed his lower lip before biting down on it gently. Spike fought back a groan.

Spike jerked his head away, opening his eyes to see lust filled chocolate orbs. Xander's tongue slipped out, licking at his lips, before disappearing once more into his mouth. Spike couldn't fight the groan this time. Xander grinned once more at the sound. Xander's face came close to his and Spike shivered again as his hot breath graced his lips. Xander dipped lower, carefully tracing Spike's cheek with his tongue. Spike whimpered below him.

Xander pressed his lips against Spike's once more, the smell of leather and menthol invading his sense. And under all that scent, he smelt the unique musk of a demon and human, mingled together and emitting a single name: Spike. Xander finally pulled back from the kiss, meeting Spike's defiant blue eyes.

"I thought I told you I didn't want to be your mate." Spike growled. He couldn't block the arousal fighting to come to the surface, but he wasn't about to give in to Xander's advances. Xander stared down at him, his lust filled scent coated Spike's senses. Spike quickly looked away.

"You want me." Xander whispered in a husky voice. Spike gulped. "You desire me. You crave me."

"Do not." Spike denied, fully aware that he sounded like a pouting child.

"You want me." Xander repeated. "You want to be dominated. You want to feel me taking you, owning you. You want to taste my blood." Spike bit back a moan as Xander continued in that sexy whisper. "You crave to taste my flesh, just as I crave yours. You desire my body above you, below you.... In you."

"Like hell I do!" Spike glared with indignation. Xander chuckled. Spike gasped when Xander rocked above him, the possessed human's apparent erection digging into his groin. His own cock twitched, and Spike cursed. Normally he enjoyed being a vampire, for that meant he could get off on pretty much anything. But at the moment, seeing the wicked smile on the boy's face, Spike could only glare as his body began to pay attention.

Xander's hold on his wrists tightened. He continued to thrust his hips downward in a lazy manor, watching as Spike bit his lower lip hard enough to bring blood. The tangy scent of stolen life, even if it was simply a pig's life, scented the air as a drop of crimson appeared on Spike's lip. Growling softly, Xander swooped down and licked at Spike's lips. The taste of copper exploded on his tongue and Xander began to purr.

"Bloody hell." Spike gasped, jerking his head away once again. "Your like a cat. It's really annoying, you know."

"Well, they do say my breed is a mix of dog and cat." Xander replied, grinning.

"Are you planning on gettin' off me anytime soon, whelp?" Spike asked, narrowing his eyes.

"I rather like you this way."

"Apparently, you bleedin' like me any way I come." Spike growled.

"Mmmm, I would like to see you come." Xander's grin turned feral. Spike didn't know whether to be afraid or roll his eyes in annoyance.

"You have a once track mind, you do." Spike grumbled, having decided on agitation for his main emotion. Xander chuckled above him. Then, like a whip crack, Xander's face turned serious and his eyes flashed green.

"I want a mate." Xander told him, through gritted teeth. "I don't want just any mate. I want you. Your strong and worthy. You taste divine and feel even better. Your perfect for me."

"As much as I appreciate the compliments, I've already said no." Spike replied. Xander narrowed his eyes. Leaning down, he snaked his tongue up Spike's neck and across his ear. The vampire shivered underneath him. Pulling back, Xander gave him a cold smile.

"You'll wear down eventually." Xander informed him. "And I'll be waiting."

Spike didn't reply. Instead he watched as Xander smoothly stood and walked away. Closing his eyes, Spike took a moment to compose himself. Then he stood, scanning the cemetery for any sign of Xander, and lit another cigarette. Breathing in the soothing nicotine, Spike fought to calm the anger beginning to boil within him.

How dare Xander presume... Whatever it was he was presuming. Spike snorted at himself. This was ridiculous. He didn't want the boy, he didn't even like him half the time. Sure, Xander was loyal to a fault, which was something that vampires searched for in a partner. He was also brave, stupidly so. But he was a White Hat for crying out loud, and Spike did not develop attractions to White Hats. Especially ones that just spent the past thirty minutes sexually harassing you.

"You know you enjoyed it, you wanker." Spike told himself, flicking his cigarette away and continuing home.

"I think I found something that just might work." Giles announced three days later.

"Well, let's hear it." Buffy set down her dusty volume along with everyone else. Giles pulled off his glasses, looking thoughtful.

"There is a ritual that can be done which might be useful to us." Giles began. "The only problem is that the objective, being Xander, must be a voluntary participant. Otherwise the ritual will do the complete object of it's intention."

"And what would be it's intention?" Willow asked.

"Well, to merge the hyena and Xander together."

"What?" Buffy's jaw dropped. "Why would we want to do that? Honestly, Giles, I don't think Xander would want that."

"Yes, I do realize that it's not the best option." Giles sighed. "But we can't just leave him as he is. The hyena has been in him for a very long time. In all truth, that probably explains why Xander has survived so long working along side you, Buffy."

"Still..." Buffy trailed off.

"I will look into other options, Buffy." Giles told her. "But I do believe this will be or best solution. The effects of the ritual would be much like Angel with his soul."

"What do you mean?" Willow asked.

"Angel is, well, Angel. Correct?" Giles replied. "But he still has all the features of his demon. He has the speed, the agility, the... fangs. If the ritual is done correctly, Xander's results should be the same. He will still be strong. Most likely, he will still think of us as his pack. But he will be Xander."

"W-what happens if the ritual is done wrong?" Tara asked.

"It will split the hyena and Xander apart."

"Why would that be bad?" Buffy frowned.

"We would still be unable to extract the hyena." Giles polished his glasses. "It's resided within Xander much too long. And if the hyena is stronger than Xander, it will completely take over Xander's body."

"We would lose Xander." Willow said softly.

"Yes." Giles nodded.

"Okay." Willow took a deep breath. "I suppose we should start researching this ritual, then?"

"Indeed." Giles stood to gather more relevant tomes. After passing them out, he settled in his chair and focused on the book before him.

"Umm, quick question." Buffy spoke up. "How are we suppose to get Xander to agree with it?"

"Let's leave the obstacle until last, shall we?" Giles suggested.

"Gonna be that hard, huh?" Buffy grimaced. "Well, I know it won't be me doing the convincing." Giles raised an eyebrow at her, resulting in Buffy sighing dramatically. "He's still pissed at me about the whole Riley thing. I think I've been demoted in the pack."

"Hyenas are matriarchal, Buffy." Giles explained. "The females are in complete control of the pack. Males are as low as you can get. Even infant females are placed above the eldest male. It has nothing to do with you, Xander's just following his instinct."

"Wait, that means Xander's hyena is female?" Buffy asked, eyes growing wide. She turned to Willow and Tara, a small smile fighting to appear on her face. "Do you think that effects everything? I mean, remember last night at the Bronze?"

"Oh, when he started sniffing down that one guy?" Willow giggled, before stopping abruptly. "Wait... Does that mean Xander's gay?"

"I highly doub-" Giles started.

"Well, it would make sense, right?" Buffy interrupted. "He hasn't had a girlfriend sense Cordelia."

"Honestly, I really do-" Giles began.

"He always did like Oz a bit too much." Willow interrupted.

"And I'm sitting here, trying to voice my opinion. Once again, I am ignored. Isn't this lovely?" Giles muttered.

"Oh my God, and Angel!" Buffy raised her eyebrows.

"Yeah!" Willow grinned. "He always complained about him too much."

"I do believe he hated Angel." Giles announced.

"He once called Angel attractive." Willow continued, pretending Giles had said nothing.

"Honestly, are you two listening to yourselves?" Giles asked. Both girls ignored him. Tara sent Giles a sympathetic smile. "I'm starting to think me and you are the only ones here attempting to research."

"What about Spike?" Willow squealed.

"I think you might be right, Mr. Giles." Tara told Giles.

"What about me?" A voice asked. Everyone turned to see Spike leaning against the counter, arms crossed.

"Nothing." Buffy said quickly.

"So, where'e mue mutt?" Spike asked, ignoring Buffy and Willow's shared grins.

"Patrolling." Giles replied.

"Taking over the Slayer's job, is he?" Spike smirked.

"He is not." Buffy denied.

"Really? Then why are you in here?" Spiked asked with an innocent look on his face.

"No... Reason." Buffy glared. "Look, it's none of your business why he's not letting me patrol." Her eyes widened. "Shoot! I mean... That is, I can patrol."

"What do you want, Spike?" Giles asked in a tired voice.

"Just seeing if there's any new baddies around for me to beat up." Spike replied.

"Thankfully, things have been quiet on the Hellmouth." Giles told him.

"Which is a definite good thing." Buffy added, then she frowned slightly. "Unless they are planning something."

"Yes, well, let's not curse our luck." Giles said.

The sound of a jingle interrupted their conversation. Looking over, they watched as Xander entered the Magic Box. His eyes scanned the room, before landing on Spike. Spike stiffened noticeably. A predatory grin appeared on Xander's face. Slinking over, he pressed his body against Spike's side. Breathing deeply, Xander took in his scent. A shudder visibly passed through Spike's body. Xander's eyes flashed green, before he made his way toward the table, one hand sliding across Spike's chest. Spike watched as Xander sat down at the table, then closed his eyes briefly.

"Right, bye then." Spike said in an odd voice, before darting out of the shop. Willow and Buffy shared a look, eyebrows raised.

"So, Xander," Willow started, breaking the silence that had descended to the group. "How was your night?"

"Six vampires." Was all Xander said.

"Pretty good." Buffy nodded her approval.

"You smell like him again." Xander announced, resulting in Buffy shifting in her seat. "Why do you insist on rubbing yourself in his dirt?"

"Xander, that's none of your business." Buffy told him. Xander's eyes flashed green.

"My pack is my business." Xander narrowed his eyes, growling slightly. "He is not pack, therefore a threat."

"Riley is not a threat!" Buffy said, frowning deeply.

"He's not pack." Xander growled again.

"Pack, pack, pack! Is that all you think about?" Buffy stood, placing her hands on her hips. "What do you expect me to do, Xander? He's my boyfriend. I can't just let him go like that."

"He's not even trying to prove himself worthy." Xander said, in a way that suggested he was talking to a child. "He's not trying to join the pack at all. All he wants is you. What he doesn't seem to realize is that with you come. If. If he wants you, he's getting all of us. We are a package deal."

"He..." Buffy trailed off, sighing deeply. "Look, Xander, I don't want to talk about this."

"Fine." Xander said simply. Buffy frowned at him once more, before spinning around and heading towards the training room. Xander let his gaze travel to the others, while the sound of hitting flesh echoed in the background.