On the Other Side
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BtVS AU/AR › Slash - Male/Male › Angel(us)/Spike(William)
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
30
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9,081
Reviews:
40
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Chapter 3
Chapter 3
William awoke, warm and comfortable. His eyes lazily fluttered and focused on…skin? Sometime during the night, Xander had switched their positions, pulling William against his chest, arms and legs wrapping around him securely. William was effectively trapped, only able to move his head. Still sleepy himself, he burrowed back into his brother’s frame and was just about to drift off when his nose began to itch.
Wiggling back and forth, William attempted to remove an arm from the tangle of limbs, but Xander had quite a grip. The itch was getting worse. He scrunched his nose, wriggling it in an attempt to relieve the irritation, but it didn’t help in the least. On the verge of screaming in frustration, William finally gave in and pressed his nose to his sibling’s chest. He shook his head, effectively scratching his nose but also causing the boy above him to grunt in annoyance.
ll! ll! Ewww! Stop it!” William was released as the dark-haired boy sat up, grimacing and rubbing furiously at his chest. “You got your snot on me!”
“Did not, you tosser. My nose itched and you had my arms trapped.” Said limbs freed, William gave his nose another good scratch.
“Ugh! Snot!” Using the bed sheet now, Xander continued to wipe at his chest, pouting pitifully.
William scowled, “I told you, there wasn’t any snot!” He moved to pounce on the youngey, by, but Xander rolled out of the way, kneeling near the foot of the bed.
“I’m probably gonna get some kind of snot-disease, now!” This time, the pout was contrived; beginning to crack around the edges as a grin threatened to break through. William dove into Xander, knocking them both to the floor.
Under threat of torture and dismemberment, William might have admitted that he and Xander were about evenly matched in stature, despite his brother’s younger age. He himself was often quicker, but lately he had become gangly and awkward and had trouble controlling his body.
Grappling on the floor, William was surprised to find Xander nearly gaining the upper hand. Unable to bear the thought of being beaten by his younger brother, William decided to use his one clear advantage: Xander was extremely ticklish. William ran his fingers under the brunette’s arms, poking and wriggling them against the soft skin. Xander yelped and tried to roll away, but William followed, pinning the boy and sitting on his stomach. He continued the torture until, exhausted, he slumped forward onto his brother’s chesAfteAfter a moment of panting for air, William raised his head, propping it on the younger boy’s sternum. Xander’s grin was infectious and William felt it spread across his face. He studied his sibling, nibbling absentmindedly on his lip.
“Xan, I want to show you something.” William rolled off the other boy and crawled across the bed towards the nightstand. The bed depressed as Xander sat next to him. He dug through the drawer, locating and removing the photo of his stepmother. Wordlessly, he held it out to the younger boy, who teared up immediately.
“How did you…I mean…where did you get this?” Tears rolled down Xander’s cheeks, while William awkwardly patted his knee.
William lowered his head, fingers toying with the comforter. “I took it, when we came home from the funeral. I thought he might get rid of them.”
A frown marred Xander’s features. “How did you know? That he would take them, I mean?”
William reached back into the drawer and withdrew a second photograph. He spent a moment looking into the now-familiar face, then handed the picture to Xander. “He did the same thing when my real Mum died.”
Xander glanced down at the photo, up at William, then back again. “Wow. She looks like you.” The boy looked at the picture a few more moments, then met William’s eyes, an impish smirk firmly in place. “Didya steal this too?”
William swatted at his brother, who ducked, giggling. “No. I didn’t steal it, Mum gave it to me.” He took both photos from Xander, gently wiping the glass on Jenny’s picture with the sheet. “At any rate, they’re here if you…”
William didn’t finish for, at that moment, the door swung open.
William awoke, warm and comfortable. His eyes lazily fluttered and focused on…skin? Sometime during the night, Xander had switched their positions, pulling William against his chest, arms and legs wrapping around him securely. William was effectively trapped, only able to move his head. Still sleepy himself, he burrowed back into his brother’s frame and was just about to drift off when his nose began to itch.
Wiggling back and forth, William attempted to remove an arm from the tangle of limbs, but Xander had quite a grip. The itch was getting worse. He scrunched his nose, wriggling it in an attempt to relieve the irritation, but it didn’t help in the least. On the verge of screaming in frustration, William finally gave in and pressed his nose to his sibling’s chest. He shook his head, effectively scratching his nose but also causing the boy above him to grunt in annoyance.
ll! ll! Ewww! Stop it!” William was released as the dark-haired boy sat up, grimacing and rubbing furiously at his chest. “You got your snot on me!”
“Did not, you tosser. My nose itched and you had my arms trapped.” Said limbs freed, William gave his nose another good scratch.
“Ugh! Snot!” Using the bed sheet now, Xander continued to wipe at his chest, pouting pitifully.
William scowled, “I told you, there wasn’t any snot!” He moved to pounce on the youngey, by, but Xander rolled out of the way, kneeling near the foot of the bed.
“I’m probably gonna get some kind of snot-disease, now!” This time, the pout was contrived; beginning to crack around the edges as a grin threatened to break through. William dove into Xander, knocking them both to the floor.
Under threat of torture and dismemberment, William might have admitted that he and Xander were about evenly matched in stature, despite his brother’s younger age. He himself was often quicker, but lately he had become gangly and awkward and had trouble controlling his body.
Grappling on the floor, William was surprised to find Xander nearly gaining the upper hand. Unable to bear the thought of being beaten by his younger brother, William decided to use his one clear advantage: Xander was extremely ticklish. William ran his fingers under the brunette’s arms, poking and wriggling them against the soft skin. Xander yelped and tried to roll away, but William followed, pinning the boy and sitting on his stomach. He continued the torture until, exhausted, he slumped forward onto his brother’s chesAfteAfter a moment of panting for air, William raised his head, propping it on the younger boy’s sternum. Xander’s grin was infectious and William felt it spread across his face. He studied his sibling, nibbling absentmindedly on his lip.
“Xan, I want to show you something.” William rolled off the other boy and crawled across the bed towards the nightstand. The bed depressed as Xander sat next to him. He dug through the drawer, locating and removing the photo of his stepmother. Wordlessly, he held it out to the younger boy, who teared up immediately.
“How did you…I mean…where did you get this?” Tears rolled down Xander’s cheeks, while William awkwardly patted his knee.
William lowered his head, fingers toying with the comforter. “I took it, when we came home from the funeral. I thought he might get rid of them.”
A frown marred Xander’s features. “How did you know? That he would take them, I mean?”
William reached back into the drawer and withdrew a second photograph. He spent a moment looking into the now-familiar face, then handed the picture to Xander. “He did the same thing when my real Mum died.”
Xander glanced down at the photo, up at William, then back again. “Wow. She looks like you.” The boy looked at the picture a few more moments, then met William’s eyes, an impish smirk firmly in place. “Didya steal this too?”
William swatted at his brother, who ducked, giggling. “No. I didn’t steal it, Mum gave it to me.” He took both photos from Xander, gently wiping the glass on Jenny’s picture with the sheet. “At any rate, they’re here if you…”
William didn’t finish for, at that moment, the door swung open.