Dark Evil Fairy Tale

(Characters not ours - Joss')

As his life force ebbed away, the only effort Spike made was to talk to that voice in his head. It was the only thing that counted, even if he'd made the voice up. You stopped talking. Why did you stop? Say something. Anything.

Xander ran through the caves, desperately looking for the right one. Spike's voice was getting stronger in his head, even if it was sounding more desperate. Nearly there, Spike, just hold on a little while longer. He finally found the right door, growling in anger when it refused to open. Just outside the door, sweetheart, nearly there, please hold on. He stepped back and threw his whole weight against the door over and over again, until he finally felt it give way—hurtling to the floor with it—finding himself at Spike's feet.

Spike's world narrowed as he thought Kurn was back again. He started to shake as he opened his heavy eyelids and saw someone else. Blinking, he made out dark hair... dark eyes... brilliantly vibrant wings... “I must be gone already,” he rasped.

"Spike, oh thank God!" Xander stumbled to his feet and reached out to release Spike from the chains. Only then did he see the bars protruding from Spike's body, the dried blood, the cuts, bruises… the lost look in Spike's eyes. He swallowed convulsively, telling himself not to faint—this was not the time to drop to the floor—he had to help Spike. "Oh fuck...oh God...what did they...Spike?" Xander couldn't help the tears flowing down his face or the tremble of his arm as he reached out to touch his lover.

He flinched at the touch. Shivered as he warily watched the stranger who'd stolen the voice in his head. Held still when he did touch him. Light, soft... a caress that made Spike want to cry. "Is it time then? You've come to take me to the sleeping fields?" he asked, his eyes filling with tears. He was leaving nothing behind but pain and anger... so why the sadness?

"I've come to take you home," Xander whispered. He knew what he had to do to free Spike but he didn't want to do it… didn't want to cause Spike any more pain. "Sweetheart, look at me please." He waited for Spike to look up—took a deep shuddering breath at the lost look in his eyes. "Oh God, I can't do this, I can't, I just..." Xander laid his cheek against Spike's—eyes closed as he tried to pull himself together—concentrating on the feel of Spike's skin against his own as he unhooked the chains from the bars through Spike's torso. "Spike? This is gonna hurt, okay?" he said, eyes still closed. "I don't want to hurt you, but I have to, to take you home."

Xander didn't give himself a chance to change his mind. He stepped back and immediately grabbed the bars that impaled Spike's body and pulled.

Soft voice. Kind voice. A promise to take away the hurt followed by unbearable pain tearing through gut and muscle and organ and tissue… blinding him as he screamed one word. ”Why?”
Darkness started to engulf him, to press around him, crowd his mind. Spike started to fall into it, a place of no more pain... no more lies.

"I'm sorry, Spike, so sorry—please hold on—we're going home now," Xander murmured, whispering words of comfort over and over again as he lifted Spike into his arms and ran. He heard voices behind him, people yelling for him to stop, but he ignored them, running faster and faster, until—with a soft sound of surprise—he felt his feet lift off the ground. It took him a moment to realize that the wings had finally kicked in, and he concentrated on using them to move even faster.

By the time the harsh landscape of troll land was left behind them, Xander was exhausted. When Spike started to move around and protest, he had to drop down to the ground. Much to his surprise, he landed on top of a flower, which closed its petals protectively around them.

Spike breathed in the sweet scent. He was out of that place, that much he knew. But who was this man who stared at him so... like he cared, but then hurt him, all in one go? Gathering all his energy, he crawled away to the edge of the flower, and suspiciously watched the brunet's every move. At the same time, he automatically reached for the bit of paper he'd hung on to for so long, rubbing his finger over it as if it were a talisman... his freedom and protection. It hadn't worked before… he wasn't expecting it to now.

"Need to get you blood," Xander muttered to himself, patting his clothes down, looking for the dagger he'd brought with him. He finally located it and brought it out. "Here, Spike, you need to drink," he said, approaching the blond with slow and careful movements. He looked so damned scared it was all Xander could do not to just drag him into his arms and hold him close.

Blood. Always trying to force it in him. He was past the point of the unbearable cravings—he could resist. He would resist, because taking blood meant he let them win. That was it... he wasn't letting them win. "No." He caught the silver flash of the dagger, and quickly looked down.

"Spike, please, you need it. We can't go home like this, you'll die." Xander slashed into his wrist and tried to press it against Spike's mouth, but the blond moved away. "You promised not to leave me again, Spike. Remember your promise? Already broke it once, and I came to bring you home. Let me bring you home, Spike, please. Just drink...please drink."

"Mnmph..." he moved his face away, but that hand kept coming closer. He could smell the blood—warm, sweet... he knew how it would taste, how it would feel coursing through his body... fixing him. Every cell in his body screamed for him to do it... to take the blood.

Moving with preternatural speed, he gripped Xander's hand, twisted it and shoved him away with a snarl. "Don't know you... go away... just go away." That was the last of his energy, and he sank down and closed his eyes.

Xander sat back and stared at Spike, tears finally escaping his eyes. "Yes you do, Spike. I'm Xander. We used to play together—I'd feed you peanut butter sandwiches. You used to call me ‘Boy’, and you thought I didn't know that you always hid the red truck so you could find it first—but I did. Remember? Remember how much I love you?" He tried pressing his wrist against Spike's mouth again, "Please Spike, just one little sip and we'll keep moving. Just a little sip. For your Boy...please."

"No..." In saying the word, a bit of blood worked its way into Spike's mouth. It took every bit of willpower to reject the offer again. But the words... the words Xander spoke were familiar. He closed his eyes and tried to visualize them. "Dream... I saw that in a dream," he said eventually. "Boy cheated." That was it… he sank into a deep sleep.

* * *

Heat. Flames. Spike woke to a raging fever of need and desire. For blood. For Xander's blood. Xander, who lay wrapped around him… whose scent surrounded him. Xander, who’d offered to feed him. The tiny taste of his blood earlier was still strong in Spike's memory.

He eyed the column of Xander's throat... so inviting. He moved, shifted so he was over his sleeping companion, and then he sank his teeth into the side of his throat. No preparation, no warning, just the need to satisfy the craving burning within him.

Spike drank deeply, lapping up the sweet elixir of life, letting it course down his tongue. The sound of the boy's beating heart excited him—made him grow hard. Without waiting for his blood donor to get caught up in the erotic web of feeding, he shoved their clothes aside and started to thrust his erection against Xander's groin. Hard and fast, just the way he was feeding, with no care for Xander's thoughts or feelings, all he wanted was to feel better... and this would do it.

Xander snapped awake at the sharp pain on his neck. He tried to move, but by the time he'd gathered the energy to do so, someone was pushing him down, thrusting hard against him. He started to struggle, scared and panicked, determined not to let anybody hold him down again. Not again.

A second or two later, Xander remembered where he was and realized what was happening.

He was going to get his life back. He was going to be strong again, and never let anyone touch him again... ever. As he drew strength from the blood, Spike reached for that moment of elation that would drown all of his fears… all his pain. Make it all better.

Then he heard a skip in Xander's heart. And another. Fear. So bloody what? He'd been afraid, it hadn't stopped Kurn, had it? Love... he tasted love. That stopped him cold.

What was he doing? Turning into Kurn now? With an anguished cry, he used his tongue to seal Xander's wound and rolled off him. "I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." he muttered, looking up at the heavens. "Don't know what's happening to me... I don't... don't want to be like this," he said, a cry catching his throat.

Xander drew in a shuddering breath, trying to bring his heart under control. For a while there he'd thought that Spike wouldn't stop, not until Xander was dead. He wanted to sleep, to scream, to yell and beg, but he couldn't do any of that, not yet, not until they were safe. With some effort, he rolled to his side to face Spike and reached out to touch him, resting his hand on the blond's arm. "Spike, we need to get home," he said slowly.

“Aren't you afraid of me?" he whispered, himself afraid of the answer.

If Xander had the energy he would laugh. As it was he merely sighed loudly and tightened his hold on Spike's bicep. "No. Afraid for you. Damned terrified of losing you. Not so much with the fear of you, though." He shifted closer to Spike. "We'll talk about this when we're safe."

Xander smelled so familiar... tasted so familiar. Something skirted at the edge of his mind. He moved closer, put his head on the brunet's chest. "I know you. I can't remember you, but I know you."

"Better than anyone," Xander whispered, his hand coming up to pet Spike's hair. "We need to keep moving, Spike. The flower hid us, and I'm not going into how freaked out I am that a flower hid me, but they know you're gone. Kurn will come after us, and we need to go before he finds us."

"It's nice here. You look good in this flower... you wanted another color?" he asked, a bit confused. He leaned into the soothing strokes, closing his eyes, wanting to sleep. "Stay a while... then go." It literally hurt to speak the words that had to be said. "He took my blood... he'll be able to follow. You have to go alone, but not just yet."

"I'm going to assume you're delirious. I didn't come all the way here to leave you!" Xander protested, glaring angrily at Spike. This new, defeated version of his lover scared the crap out of him, and the only way he could deal with it now was to get angry enough to get them home. "If he can track you, we have to leave now. Get up, Spike, we're going. UP!" he screamed, when Spike showed no signs of movement.

Spike tried not to listen, but after a while the incessant shouting got to him. "Bloody well shut up, will you?" He sat up, looking reproachfully at Xander. "He doesn't own me, and you don't own me." He was tired of being pushed around, told what to do… being forced to please them. Them? No, Xander hadn't... He'd been kind, and helped him, and given him blood even though Spike had been rough... Xander hadn't even complained. He'd called him sweetheart. He'd talked about love.

Something slipped into place in his mind. He pulled out the worn bit of paper he kept tucked in his waistband. "You said you came to get me. Is this you?" he asked, looking up.

"I will not shut up and we will..." Xander's tirade was rudely interrupted by a picture being thrust into his hands. He stared at it, trying to make sense of the half faded image. He could just about make out dark hair and a very familiar multicolored shirt. "Yeah, that's me. No one else would wear that disaster. I've no idea why you picked this one to carry around—I looked like a total dork in high school."

"That's you..." he repeated, pulling it back protectively and yet never taking his gaze off Xander's face. "I'll come with you. I'll remember," he promised. "I'll remember home."

Xander blinked a few times, trying to keep the tears at bay. Can't seem to stop crying. So stupid, Spike's the one who suffered, he's the one who should be breaking down, not me. I can't break down, I have to get us home. His thoughts flew around in circles as he picked Spike up again, his wings beating frantically to get them home as fast as possible. Each time he managed to compose himself, Spike would whimper or flinch at something and off his mind would go again, round and round until the only thoughts left would be Can't break down and He looks so lost, so fucking broken.

* * *

Spike slept for twenty-four hours, on and off... a feverish, dream filled time. Images assaulted his mind... good and bad. Memories, they came trickling back as Xander's blood coursed through his veins, cleaning, repairing, strengthening. How many times had he opened his eyes to find Xander peering down at him?

Now... now he was asleep, next to him. Spike rolled closer, ran his hand up and down Xander's chest. When he saw his lashes flutter, he spoke.

Xander woke up slowly, arching into Spike's touch. He hummed sleepily—content to just be touched. He opened his eyes, looking up into impossible blue, a smile forming on his face. His smile froze as Spike began to speak and everything that had happened came back to him.

"I remember. You bring me coke and make me sneeze. I like peanut butter. We played as children. We still play," he gave a leer, "not like children. You like to be kissed here." He bent his head and dropped feather light kisses at the very edge of Xander's chest, where his arm started. "I'm not supposed to drink from anyone else, and I don't," he raised his head, eyes growing darker. "Except that one time when Kurn blackmailed me." Forget those thoughts... he blinked and cleared them away. "This is our home... yours and mine."

"Yes," Xander replied, fighting back tears for what felt like the millionth time, "to all that, yes." He pulled Spike down to him, wrapping his arms around him and holding him as close as possible while he pressed his face against Spike's neck. Xander took in shuddering breaths, trying hard to control himself. This wasn't over yet, not over until they took care of the bastard that took Spike away from him.

Spike could feel the emotions rolling like waves from Xander—knew he was struggling for control. "Shshshsh, we're going to be all right," he whispered in his boy's ear, "you found me, and everything will be all right," he repeated, closing his eyes as Xander nuzzled his throat. "Love you, Xan." Lifting his head, he shifted, and brought his mouth down over Xander's, kissing him slowly, tasting tears and joy and love.

"Love you too, Spike, God, so much. I nearly died when I thought you’d left," Xander spoke against Spike's lips, kissing him the moment he finished speaking. His arms went around his lover, holding him as close to his body as possible, reassuring himself that Spike was there, with him, wanting him.

Nice gentle caresses down his back had Spike burrowing closer. This was what he remembered. This was home. "I nearly died knowing you'd find me gone."

"Not gone though, here...with me." Xander burrowed his hands under Spike's t-shirt, tracing the slight scars, the only reminder of their separation. These would soon be gone too. Xander took a moment to thank fairy-healing before he shifted the t-shirt up, leaning down to kiss the scars on Spike's chest. "Still with me, " he repeated, after each kiss.


As Xander traced his scars, it felt like the pain that had wrought them fell away... melted under his touch. "Yeah... and I took you with me," he said, not glancing over, but knowing that the crumbling photo was lying on the nightstand. He felt Xander shift his legs… slide it between his thighs. Spike's body stirred, hardened as he became more aware of his lover. "Didn't know if I'd ever want this again," he admitted, lifting his head. "Now I don't think I could ever not want this... and you."

"I was so scared when I found you gone," Xander whispered, ashamed of his thoughts now that he knew what Spike had been through. "I thought you didn't want me anymore, thought you'd left me."

"And I was afraid you'd never listen to the message. I remember how you were when I first came back. So cold... so..." he swallowed. "I didn't want to turn you into that pale imitation of yourself again." Lowering his head, he kissed Xander again, a long, mind-drugging kiss, tasting him, teasing him, dueling with his tongue as if they had forever ahead of them. He started to explore Xander's body, stroking his sides, rubbing his thumb over his nipple, feeling every shiver of his body.

Xander moaned softly, arching into Spike's touch, desperate to feel him again. "Oh God, I missed this, missed you." He reached out to Spike, mimicking the blond's movements, brushing his hands on his lover's body, searching for all the sensitive spots that made Spike squirm in pleasure.

Liquid heat inched through Spike's body, raising the intensity of his desire. Tossing the blankets off them, he started to undress Xander, uncovering skin one inch at a time, lowering his head, kissing Xander's shoulders, his chest, then lower—skimming his mouth back and forth across the waistband of his shorts—grinning when he felt a sharp nudge against his cheek. "You want to be kissed there, do you?" he whispered, positioned right over Xander's cock now tenting his shorts.

"Fuck, yes," Xander moaned, pushing his hips up. "Need you, Spike. Want...oh, oh." Words disappeared as Spike pushed down his shorts and took him in. All Xander could think was hot and wet and Spike. He struggled to keep his eyes open, watching Spike suck him, blue eyes looking right back at him until he thought he would burst. "Too soon. Spike, too soon, stop."

Spike eased the pressure, slowly lifting his head until he was just kissing and tonguing Xander's tip... light touches, not intended to satisfy... even if what he wanted to do was take Xander in his hand and watch him come. Thoughts of Xander coming apart like that had his cock hardening. He got up on his knees, and pulled Xander up with him. Very quickly, he guided Xander's hand to his cock, and took Xander’s in his own hand. One arm around the brunet, he kissed him and stroked him, loving his every response, every catch of his breath, every thrust into his hand.

Xander consciously relaxed his body, letting Spike's smooth touch bring him back from the edge. But then he had Spike's cock in his hand, and his lover was kissing him hard—just like he loved—and the speed picked up again until he could hardly bear it. He broke the kiss, needing more than just touching, needing Spike... "Inside, Spike, please. Want to feel you inside me… prove you're really here." The words were accompanied by near desperate kisses on Spike's cheeks, eyes, mouth, anywhere Xander could reach.

It never failed to surprise Spike when Xander asked him to be on top, not that he cared where he was so long as he was with Xander. "When I'm inside you, you'll be all around me," he answered hoarsely, "like a circle no one can break." He slid his hand up and down Xander's side, then settled on his hips and started to turn him around. Realizing he didn't want to break eye contact, he changed his mind and pushed Xander back, covering him with the full weight of his body as they kissed again.

Spike settled between Xander's thighs, slid his hands under his ass, and lifted him up. He'd prepared him, but when his cock touched Xander's hole he forced himself to be extra gentle. He'd hurt him the last time he'd fed while he was still crazed by what Kurn had done to him. This time... it was going to be different, all different. "Love you, Xan," he said, looking into velvety warm eyes as he slowly pushed inside.

"Yes, like that," Xander moaned, pushing down to feel more of Spike inside, his eyes never leaving the blond's. "You're here. Love you, Spike." He felt his body being slowly filled… Spike gentle and slow enough to make Xander want to scream. He waited as long as he could, wanting to give Spike the chance to work this his way. Then suddenly he snapped, hips pushing forward hard enough to force Spike all the way in. "Need to feel you, Spike."

A thin sheen of sweat covered Spike, who'd been concentrating so hard on exercising steely control to master his desire to start just fucking Xander—to find sweet release from the building pressure—that the boy's sudden move caught him by surprise. Finding himself buried deep inside his lover, surrounded by him, his cock throbbed… every nerve in his body screaming to take him now. He didn't want to lose control, but Xander made it hard, throwing a leg around Spike's waist, moving just so, pleading with his eyes and the way he clutched Spike's shoulder and ass, urging him to move.

Something shifted in Spike's brain... told him he wasn't Kurn... that he would never hurt Xander, but he would give him everything… love him in every way. "You'll feel me... I'll make sure you feel me." He gave a mischievous smirk, kissed Xander hard, then started to fuck him hard and fast, kneeling slightly to gain purchase—pulling out halfway and groaning as Xander closed around him again and again.
Xander moaned in appreciation as Spike finally gave in and moved faster, harder, giving him exactly what he wanted. "Yes," he groaned, hissing out the word as his lover hit his prostate over and over again, exactly as he wanted, as he needed. "Oh God, Spike, so close...don't stop, never stop."

Spike was so close to the edge, he couldn't promise to 'never stop,' not like this anyway. Lifting his head, he stared at the pulse point at the base of Xan's throat, watched it come alive and throb only for him. Seeing the 'yes' in Xan's eyes, he licked the spot, desensitizing it, before piercing it with razor sharp teeth. As sweet blood pulsed into his mouth, both of them slipped into the grip of the erotic web woven by blood lust. Visions produced by Xander's imagination flitted through Spike's mind, teasing him, making him grow impossibly harder as he imagined both of them in fairy form... aroused and flying through the air, catching each other, fucking hard for a few minutes, then one of them flying away, only to be pursued and starting all over.

He was flying, lost in sensation, images chasing each other around his mind, all of them Spike, all of them loving him one way or another, with their hands and their bodies and their mouths. Xander tilted his head back further, as far as he could go, barely aware of his own hands pulling Spike closer, pressing him against his skin. "So close, don't stop, so close," he said, over and over again, begging for more with each breath, each touch, each whimper that escaped him.

"Oh yeah… right here, right here with you," Spike answered, muscles tightening and relaxing as he rode his lust, pounding into his lover, relentless, hot to find his release. As the sounds they made rose to new heights, he gathered Xander close, gripping his hips, thrusting faster, short hard stabs that had them both careening off the edge, screaming each others' names. White-hot heat exploded through Spike's system, blinding him to everything but the waves of pleasure crashing over him. Slowing his movements, he licked Xander's throat, closing the wound, then lifted his head. "You missed me, then?" He gave a smug smirk and wiggled his hips one last time for effect.

Xander groaned as Spike slipped out of him. "Missed you like you wouldn't believe," he replied, leaning up to kiss Spike's neck.

"I believe you just showed me. Now I know why they say absence makes the heart grow fonder. I think it makes other things grow too..." He rolled onto his back and turned his head toward Xander. "It's good to be home."

"Good to have you home." Xander followed Spike's movement, pressing their bodies close and resting his head on his lover's chest. "We need to figure out a way to keep you here. He can't have you back."

Spike was silent for a long moment. "You know those brochures in your desk... for Hawaii? I think it's time for a short vacation."

"Will that get rid of him?" Xander looked up at Spike. "No," he said, answering his own question. He lifted himself up, turning so he lay on his stomach, facing Spike. "I know enough to understand what's going on, so you don't have to break any rules telling me. We need to deal with him, Spike. If I lose you again I..." Xander shook his head, trying to swallow past the lump suddenly blocking his throat. "We need to deal with him," he repeated.

"I'm going to deal with him, Xan. I promise... I'll deal with him," he answered, eyes growing ominously dark as he imagined putting that vampire fairy in his place. "My debt is paid... I owed only a few days, so he bought those days and kept me longer. The warriors won't be coming with him this time, and he has no idea that his threats won't protect him this time. Don't plan to let him live to tell his lies about you. Now let's take a look at those pamphlets... I'll join you after Kurn's gone."

It took a few seconds for Xander to understand what Spike meant for him to do. He was to run away and hide while Spike dealt with the guy that had hurt him and tortured him to the point that Spike had forgotten all about Xander. A picture of Spike as he had found him in that room blew up in Technicolor in Xander's head.

"The fuck you will."

"The fuck I WILL," Spike echoed, only louder. "You're human, he's not. Won't have you in the middle of this. You have to trust me to do this. I'm good for much more than this bed and ... and playing wife, yeah? Just because I'm not violent, doesn't mean I can't be. It's in our nature."

"You never said you...I never though of you as the wife!" Xander protested, getting louder as he spoke, "I don't care about all that. And what the fuck do you mean I'm just human! I'm not leaving you here alone to face that bastard and that is final!"

"Shshsh," Spike stroked Xander's face. "I can't see you get hurt again... not ever again. You don't know how it was for me, watching from inside that bottle when your father was on a drunken warpath. Kurn is a hundred times your father. You versus him is like me, when I was a boy, versus your father. So I want you on the warm sands of Hawaii—I want to know you're safe... don't you see?"

Xander stepped back from Spike's touch, shaking with anger and fear. "No. What I see is you wanting to deal with the guy who carved you up and hung you from the ceiling without me here. I found you. I brought you back. I'm not just some human boy who can't help. I'm not leaving."

Spike stretched out and prevented him from getting completely off the bed. "You saved me... now let me save myself."

Xander sat back down heavily. "Can't you do that while I watch? I won't get involved if you don't want me to, but I can't just leave."

Sitting up, Spike put his arms around Xander. "Let me think on it, yeah?"

* * *

Kurn screamed and threatened, begged and cajoled, but the warriors had remained firm. Spike had paid his debt in full, and he couldn't do anything about it. He'd lost his big chance to have the bastard at his mercy, but that didn't mean he'd give up quite so easily. He'd seen another fairy steal his toy away, and, at first, he hadn't realized quite who that fairy was. Now though, flying outside their apartment window looking in, he recognized Spike's human boy. Spike had broken the rules, and Kurn could use that to his advantage. He smiled at the sleeping couple and flew away to wait for the new day to dawn. The boy would have to go to work at some point and then Kurn would make his move.

* * *

Spike walked out of the apartment with Xander, looked around and across the street, before turning back and kissing him lightly. "Don't be late tonight."


"I'm gonna leave early. Don't open the door to anyone, okay? Please?" Xander hovered on the doorstep for a while, unwilling to leave yet. "Love you, Spike."

"Won't. Learned my lesson, yeah?" With one last long look, Spike walked inside and locked the door.


* * *


Kurn watched the boy leave. He was tempted to just follow him and take his revenge on the human instead of Spike, but no, revenge would be sweeter if he could see Spike's eyes, watch the bastard finally break. As soon as the boy turned the corner, Kurn grew to his full size and stalked to the door. "Open up, Spike, you have a visitor," he sing-songed, tapping on the door.

Spike leaned against the door and whispered just loud enough for Kurn to hear. "No... I've done my time... you kept me longer than I owed, I'm not coming with you. Go home... get help... you're a sick, sick fairy."

"Aw come on, Blondie, don't get all upset with me...I just want to see you. Your little human looked so dashing saving your skinny ass—I was nice enough not to inform the warriors of what he knows. I'm not sure how long I'll feel this generous though...in fact, I think my generosity is leaking away." Kurn smiled to himself, sure that Spike would open the door now that he knew his pet was in danger.

Spike slowly opened the door, watching Kurn, stepping back as Kurn walked toward him. "Don't touch me ... I've had enough of that..." he swallowed and kept backing up. "Kurn, you're obsessed... this isn't right... the warriors won't back you on this. Listen to reason. Please?" Blue eyes pleaded with cold, black eyes glazed with fever. Hot and cold, like the overlord.

"Begging already? I thought I'd have to push for that," Kurn laughed, as he passed the doorstep. "You told him, Spike. He couldn't have known unless you told him and that is against the rules. You know that."

"Fuck..." Spike swore out of desperation. "I didn't tell him, I swear I didn't tell him how to get there. He's a smart boy." Just the knowledge was enough to earn a human a death sentence—they both knew that. "Leave us alone... you... you got what you wanted. You've done enough..." Spike's hip hit the kitchen counter in the exact spot where he'd been when Kurn made him take his blood and then got off rubbing up against him that first time.

"That's not how it looks, Spike, and you know how these warriors are, all kill first ask questions later," Kurn said, approaching Spike until he had the blond pressed back against the counter.

Spike put his hands on the overlord's chest, leaning back to put as much distance between them as their positions would allow. "Why are you doing this to me? Why?" It didn't happen often to their people, but Spike knew that Kurn had gone mad. That nothing he said would get through, that nothing he did, short of ending his life, would stop this obsession. He could smell Kurn's arousal, could see the triumph in the other fairy’s eyes. "This sickens me," he said, putting his hands on the counter on either side of his body... leaving himself open to Kurn.

Kurn pressed his advantage, pushing against Spike. "I don't really care, Blondie. Now..." he said, as he reached up to trail a finger down Spike's left cheekbone, "are you coming back with me, or am I calling the warriors down on your human?"

"You're not giving me any good choices here." A fire leapt into Spike's gaze. "Not taking either of them." His voice grew louder, more confident, and he gripped Kurn's shoulders, preventing him from moving away, as he kneed him hard... once, twice, and again. Pulling his fist back, Spike put all the built-up hatred behind a punch that sent Kurn hurtling across to the wall.

Kurn had been so sure of his victory, Spike would do anything for his little human after all, that he'd been completely unprepared for the attack. He offered no resistance, felt nothing but shock and eye-tearing pain, as he slammed against the wall. He slid down to the floor, taking a moment to regroup.

"You'll regret this, Blondie," he snarled, as he got back on his feet.

"We'll see about that, won't we?" Spike hadn't fought back before, because he hadn’t been prepared to kill the overlord and had needed to protect Xander—but if the overlord couldn't tell his tales, then Xander would be safe. There were only two choices... kill or be killed, and Spike had no intention of giving up his life with Xander. He ran toward Kurn, aiming a flying kick toward Kurn's center.

The kick connected, but Kurn grabbed his leg, and then they were at each other’s throats... rolling on the ground, each fighting harder... fighting for his life. Furniture broke. Glass shattered. Blood spilled. Words of hate spewed from their mouths.

Arm pressed down across Kurn's throat, Spike held Kurn down. That was when he felt the other fairy’s erection. Anger boiled his blood. "Die, sick bastard," he bit out, aiming a karate chop to the overlord's throat, and getting up. Blood dripped from his forehead onto Kurn's face. Just then, the door opened and Spike looked over at Xander. "It's done."

Xander stepped into the apartment, not giving a shit about the twenty-minute rule. Spike had only allowed him to stay if he left the apartment for a full twenty minutes. Xander was back at fourteen and a half. The first thing he saw was blood.

"Oh fuck, he hurt you." He hurried to Spike's side, glaring once at the crumpled form on the floor. He'd wanted his turn at the guy—wanted to kick the bastard's ass for even looking at Spike in hatred.

"Hurt him worse. You're early." He wiped his forehead and hid a smile.


"Yeah, well, I kept seeing you hanging from that ceiling," Xander replied, running his hands all over Spike, making sure that he was still there, still in one piece.

"So did I... that's why he's dead." He put an arm around Xander, holding him close. "He'll go back to fairy form... should be easy to get rid of. You..." he scanned Xander's face, "you're all right with ... with this... I had to, you know?"

Xander stared at his lover. "Are you insane?! Of course I'm all right with this! I'm more than all right with this! The only thing I feel is relief that the bastard is gone." Xander kicked Kurn as hard as he could. "And anger. And maybe some regret that I wasn't here to help you kill him dead."

Spike tugged Xander away from Kurn. "You're okay with it now... but later..." he gave a one-shouldered shrug. "This doesn't quit fit your idea of the fairy you grew up with."

"Spike, I grew up with Tony Harris. I know the difference between protecting yourself and hurting others just for the fun of it." Xander stepped close and reached out to touch him. "You wouldn't hurt me for the world. Hell, it took being tortured for you to hurt Kurn, and he's a bastard."

"I did hurt you once," Spike closed his eyes as Xander probed his injuries. "Wasn't thinking straight though. Can you take some time off? We'll go to Hawaii and have lots of cokes..."

"No, weren't thinking straight," Xander agreed softly, dropping a kiss on Spike's lips. "I already got the time off and booked the tickets. We'll go to Hawaii, yes. Have a great time, just the two of us."

"You did?!" Spike's eyes flew open. "When... we're taking an airplane... we're going to fly... I mean fly in a plane... with metal wings that don't move and...." Caught up in the excitement, he completely forgot about Kurn and everything they'd gone through. "You know, I might be the first fairy ever to be inside an airplane."


Xander grinned, delighting in Spike's excitement. "First fairy ever, huh? Makes you even more special, that."

He grinned back, eyes flashing with mischief. "I heard this phrase... mile-high club... you think we might want to join it?"

Kurn licked his lips. The droplets of blood from Spike’s injuries had revived him, though he was quite crippled. Best to make an escape and come back more prepared. Listening to their love talk, he knew it would be an easy matter to torture both of them. Just touch the other and watch them wail. Let the dark haired one watch while he had Spike over and over again... As the wheels spun in his head, a malicious smile formed on his lips. They didn't know who they were dealing with. Overlord Kurn always came out on top. The shift to fairy form took longer than usual and every bit of energy he had. He unfurled his wings and started to fly up toward the window.

Xander caught the movement from the corner of his eye. He snapped around, just in time to see Kurn shift into fairy form. Acting instinctively, he grabbed a vase and shoved Kurn inside, holding his hand over the top. He'd practiced this move when he was a boy, anxious to grab a fairy to keep as his own. This move had gotten him Spike, and now, well now it got him Spike's enemy.

He looked at the clear glass glaring at the screaming fairy inside. "Can I stomp on him now? You did your thing and he's all caged and now I can play. Please, can I stomp him?"

Spike peered into the glass and watched Kurn's face flush to a dark scarlet as he waved his hands around and called out threats. So long as he was alive, it would never be over. "Stomp him," he declared, straightening. "Might do him some good to see how it feels to have a thousand shards of glass cutting into him."

"Oh goody," Xander laughed and bounced with glee. "Hear that, little bastard? This is your end." He turned the vase over and placed it on the floor. He lifted his foot, ready to bring it down on Kurn. "Spike? Does this make me psychotic? Wanting to stomp him all pancake flat, I mean?"

"No. Makes you my hero... hurry up, and don't cut yourself," Spike answered, noting that Xander had his heavy work boots on.

"I can live with that," Xander replied, and he brought his foot the rest of the way down.

A high-pitched scream announced the end. "Lift your foot," Spike said, bending down and picking up Kurn's broken remains. "I'll be right back, yeah? You start packing." He walked down the hall, entered the bathroom, then dropped the overlord's carcass into the toilet—flushing it with gusto. Then he washed his hands and stared into the mirror until his wounds closed, healed and were magically cleansed, before coming out to find Xander.

"What... what is that Hawaiian shirt doing tied about your waist?" he asked, his pulse jumping as his otherwise naked lover walked toward him shaking his hips. "Nooo, nooo don't do that, not now..." his gaze traveled up and down Xander's bare chest. "Then we'll be late... and have to run to catch the plane... and maybe miss it... Xan..."

"Plane won't leave ‘til tonight, we have time to," Xander wiggled his eyebrows, "dance a while."

He didn't have a prayer of a chance at resisting… none! Groaning at his weakness, he cupped Xander's face with his hands and kissed him. Heat spread slowly but surely with every motion of his tongue and mouth, building, growing hotter with every sound his lover made.

"Have to...oh, don't stop that," Xander moaned as Spike did that thing with his tongue that drove him crazy, "call Willow. Remind me to do that before we leave, and didn't I tell you not to stop that?" Xander whined as Spike lifted his head to smile at him.

"Right... not stopping... you can buy us new tickets if we miss the plane." He slanted his mouth over Xander's and kissed him senseless. There were some things that could wait... and then again, there were some things that couldn't.

(A/N: So, was this story too dark? Please leave FB)