Once More With Slash
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Adult ++
Chapters:
8
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5,580
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11
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Chapter 4
Copyright Disclaimer: I own none of these characters or the Buffy universe. All material relating to Buffy The Vampire Slayer and Angel belong to Joss Wedon and WB. No copyright infringement is intended and I make no profit from this story.
Author's Note: I plan to play around with the time-line and canon events a little (to suit my own nefarious purposes! Mwhahah!) At this stage assume that everything is the same as canon up to Season 6, episode "Once More With Feeling" with the exception of Spike falling for Buffy (the thought just gives me the screaming heebie-jeebies!) Obviously I am planning to take some of the characters in very different directions to the canon so if something doesn't quite fit the canon time-line there is probably a reason for it (can we say "convenient plot device" people!?*Grin*)
Description: Xander finds himself being dumped by his fiancé just weeks before the wedding and his friends too busy with their own lives to pay him much attention. Life sucks and now he finds himself thinking more and more about a certain bleached blond vampire.
Warnings: Slash/Homoerotic Relationship! (Xander/Spike) NC-17 rating for graphic bedroom & battle scenes. Possibly some Buffy & Willow bashing (as pertaining to the intended story line). Enjoy!
Part Four:
Spike looked up from his swiftly moving fingers to stare at Xander in astonishment.
“Ah…What was that pet?” Spike asked with barely concealed shock. He was sure he had misheard what the Whelp had said. Why would the Slayer’s white knight, hater of all undead, invite Spike of all people into his home?
“I said, oh-hearing-impaired one, ‘Come in.’ I didn’t know vamps got deaf when they got old.” Xander said with a slightly amused smirk on his face. A smirk that Spike vaguely recognised. Putting that thought away for later consideration he sent back a smirk of his own & sauntered into the apartment as if he had been expecting nothing less than an invite all along.
As he crossed the threshold and plopped himself on the couch in front of the TV he looked around with interest. The apartment was actually quite nice. Spacious with big windows which let in the cool night air and the sounds of distant traffic. Reasonable furniture and, a big plus in Spike’s mind, voluminous navy blue curtains which would certainly stop any of the sun’s rays from penetrating the room during the day. All in all, definitely a step up from the ‘Basement of Doom’, or Spike’s own crypt for that matter. What caught his attention most though, was the absence of all the little baubles and trinkets which women always seemed to clutter up their homes with. Anya was obviously not the nesting type he thought.
Xander watched as Spike strode into his lounge room and sat on the couch in an exaggerated sprawl. He was suddenly feeling nervous and quickly blamed it on the beer he had consumed that evening. Right, so now I have Spike, in my apartment, sitting on my couch, putting his boots on my coffee table and reaching for my TV remote…Wait! He is reaching for my TV remote. Mine!
Spike whirled around at the sound of an almost feral growl from the man who had been standing just inside the doorway lost in thought. His fast vampire reflexes was the only thing that stopped him be completely pinned by Xander as he leaped over the back of the couch and attacked him. He was expecting a stake to appear in the bigger man’s hand at any moment & so was completely flummoxed when all he encounter was reaching hands going for the remote he had dropped in the shock of being landed on. He was weighed down by Xander’s legs as he straddled his hips in order to keep Spike from wiggling as he grabbed the remote from down the side of one of the cushions.
Grinning triumphantly, remote held aloft in one hand Xander looked down at the stunned vampire he held captive between his thighs. He stopped still suddenly, caught in the crystal clear blue of the vampire’s eyes. As Spike stared back Xander’s thoughts started racing. My God he has the most amazing eyes. Why haven’t I ever noticed how blue his eyes are? Nobody can have eyes that blue. As he leant down further to see them close-up he realized where he was and what it must look like to Spike. Arrgh! I am sitting on Spike! Spike is underneath me! Spike’s groin near my groin!. Oh my God! As that last thought went through his mind he started to panic.
“Um…. Remote!” Xander blurted out to the confused vampire.
“Huh?” Spike looked like he was worried that the man sitting on top of him had lost his mind.
“The remote! You can sit on my couch and drink my beer but you can’t have the remote! The remote is mine. It is the right of every red-blooded American male, to be the sole controller of the remote.” Xander was babbling as he quickly climbed off Spike’s lap and started pacing the room in agitation.
“Riiiight.” Spike drawled, “So the only reason you jumped on me from across the room is ‘cause you were worried I was going to abscond with your precious telly remote? And it had nothing to do with the fact that you find me mind-bendingly sexy & couldn’t wait to get your hands on me?” Spike was being sarcastic and letting his mouth take over while he desperately tried to stop his mind remembering just how good it felt to have those warm legs wrapped around him. So when he heard the unexpected sound of Xander choking slightly he started to pay attention and lightly scented the air. There it was. The undeniable scent of lust and embarrassment. He thought back over what he has said and put two & two together. So the whelp was attracted to him, Spike thought. Interesting.
“So…Um….You want a beer Spike? What am I saying? Of course you do. One beer coming up for the vampire.” Xander babbled as he fled the room to the relative safety of the kitchen. Once there he leant heavily on the bench & just breathed, his head resting on his crossed arms, watching his breath slightly mist up the glossy Formica. Ok, calm down Xan-man. No need to get all freaked-out over a one-off, accidental…um...whatever that was. Just gotta be a brave little toaster & go out there & give Spike his beer like nothing happened… Oh God! How am I going to be able to look him in the face let alone give him a beer! Xander started panicking again then shook himself slightly & took a deep breath & slowly lifted his head.
“ARRGGHH!”
“What mate?” Spike drawled as he lounged unconcernedly against the doorframe, not more than 6 feet from Xander. “Was wondering where my beer was. Thought you might ‘ave passed out in ‘ere or something. Would have been a right laugh if you had!” Spike’s smirk was firmly back in place. As soon as Xander had fled to the kitchen Spike has schooled his features and told himself firmly to stop acting like a poncy git. Resolving to contemplate his unexpected reaction to the feel of those warm legs around his hips, (he shivered again at the recollection) later when he wasn’t likely to lose what was left of his Big-Bad image.
“Oh. Um…” Xander stammered, “I was just…um…felt a bit dizzy…and um…I was just going to…”
“’Ere what’s this then?” Spike interrupted as he spied the almost full bottle of Jack Daniel’s sitting on the bench. “Bugger the beer mate, well not literally o’course…unless you’re into that?…” He left the question dangling as Xander blushed bright red. “Right then, grab some glasses ‘n ice Whelp and let’s get maggotted!”
Xander walked toward the cupboard & as he pulled down the glasses he looked over his shoulder at Spike, who was now greedily eyeing off the bottle in his hand, & asked, “Um.... Maggotted?”
“Yeah mate. Y’know? Plastered, tanked , blotto, sloshed…” Spike listed as he ticked them off on his fingers.
Xander snorted. “Blotto?! Sloshed!? You’re making these up to make the American look like an idiot!” Xander said incredulously as he put ice in each glass.
“Mate you don’t need me to make you look like an idiot.” The humour died in Xander’s eyes at that & Spike quickly finished, “A couple of shots of this stuff it’ll do it no worries!” As Xander smiled Spike was silently telling himself that the only reason he even cared whether the Whelp was happy or not was because there was free grog to be had. It had nothing to do with the warm fuzzy feeling he got when he could make this boy…no this man, smile or laugh.
Author's Note: I plan to play around with the time-line and canon events a little (to suit my own nefarious purposes! Mwhahah!) At this stage assume that everything is the same as canon up to Season 6, episode "Once More With Feeling" with the exception of Spike falling for Buffy (the thought just gives me the screaming heebie-jeebies!) Obviously I am planning to take some of the characters in very different directions to the canon so if something doesn't quite fit the canon time-line there is probably a reason for it (can we say "convenient plot device" people!?*Grin*)
Description: Xander finds himself being dumped by his fiancé just weeks before the wedding and his friends too busy with their own lives to pay him much attention. Life sucks and now he finds himself thinking more and more about a certain bleached blond vampire.
Warnings: Slash/Homoerotic Relationship! (Xander/Spike) NC-17 rating for graphic bedroom & battle scenes. Possibly some Buffy & Willow bashing (as pertaining to the intended story line). Enjoy!
Part Four:
Spike looked up from his swiftly moving fingers to stare at Xander in astonishment.
“Ah…What was that pet?” Spike asked with barely concealed shock. He was sure he had misheard what the Whelp had said. Why would the Slayer’s white knight, hater of all undead, invite Spike of all people into his home?
“I said, oh-hearing-impaired one, ‘Come in.’ I didn’t know vamps got deaf when they got old.” Xander said with a slightly amused smirk on his face. A smirk that Spike vaguely recognised. Putting that thought away for later consideration he sent back a smirk of his own & sauntered into the apartment as if he had been expecting nothing less than an invite all along.
As he crossed the threshold and plopped himself on the couch in front of the TV he looked around with interest. The apartment was actually quite nice. Spacious with big windows which let in the cool night air and the sounds of distant traffic. Reasonable furniture and, a big plus in Spike’s mind, voluminous navy blue curtains which would certainly stop any of the sun’s rays from penetrating the room during the day. All in all, definitely a step up from the ‘Basement of Doom’, or Spike’s own crypt for that matter. What caught his attention most though, was the absence of all the little baubles and trinkets which women always seemed to clutter up their homes with. Anya was obviously not the nesting type he thought.
Xander watched as Spike strode into his lounge room and sat on the couch in an exaggerated sprawl. He was suddenly feeling nervous and quickly blamed it on the beer he had consumed that evening. Right, so now I have Spike, in my apartment, sitting on my couch, putting his boots on my coffee table and reaching for my TV remote…Wait! He is reaching for my TV remote. Mine!
Spike whirled around at the sound of an almost feral growl from the man who had been standing just inside the doorway lost in thought. His fast vampire reflexes was the only thing that stopped him be completely pinned by Xander as he leaped over the back of the couch and attacked him. He was expecting a stake to appear in the bigger man’s hand at any moment & so was completely flummoxed when all he encounter was reaching hands going for the remote he had dropped in the shock of being landed on. He was weighed down by Xander’s legs as he straddled his hips in order to keep Spike from wiggling as he grabbed the remote from down the side of one of the cushions.
Grinning triumphantly, remote held aloft in one hand Xander looked down at the stunned vampire he held captive between his thighs. He stopped still suddenly, caught in the crystal clear blue of the vampire’s eyes. As Spike stared back Xander’s thoughts started racing. My God he has the most amazing eyes. Why haven’t I ever noticed how blue his eyes are? Nobody can have eyes that blue. As he leant down further to see them close-up he realized where he was and what it must look like to Spike. Arrgh! I am sitting on Spike! Spike is underneath me! Spike’s groin near my groin!. Oh my God! As that last thought went through his mind he started to panic.
“Um…. Remote!” Xander blurted out to the confused vampire.
“Huh?” Spike looked like he was worried that the man sitting on top of him had lost his mind.
“The remote! You can sit on my couch and drink my beer but you can’t have the remote! The remote is mine. It is the right of every red-blooded American male, to be the sole controller of the remote.” Xander was babbling as he quickly climbed off Spike’s lap and started pacing the room in agitation.
“Riiiight.” Spike drawled, “So the only reason you jumped on me from across the room is ‘cause you were worried I was going to abscond with your precious telly remote? And it had nothing to do with the fact that you find me mind-bendingly sexy & couldn’t wait to get your hands on me?” Spike was being sarcastic and letting his mouth take over while he desperately tried to stop his mind remembering just how good it felt to have those warm legs wrapped around him. So when he heard the unexpected sound of Xander choking slightly he started to pay attention and lightly scented the air. There it was. The undeniable scent of lust and embarrassment. He thought back over what he has said and put two & two together. So the whelp was attracted to him, Spike thought. Interesting.
“So…Um….You want a beer Spike? What am I saying? Of course you do. One beer coming up for the vampire.” Xander babbled as he fled the room to the relative safety of the kitchen. Once there he leant heavily on the bench & just breathed, his head resting on his crossed arms, watching his breath slightly mist up the glossy Formica. Ok, calm down Xan-man. No need to get all freaked-out over a one-off, accidental…um...whatever that was. Just gotta be a brave little toaster & go out there & give Spike his beer like nothing happened… Oh God! How am I going to be able to look him in the face let alone give him a beer! Xander started panicking again then shook himself slightly & took a deep breath & slowly lifted his head.
“ARRGGHH!”
“What mate?” Spike drawled as he lounged unconcernedly against the doorframe, not more than 6 feet from Xander. “Was wondering where my beer was. Thought you might ‘ave passed out in ‘ere or something. Would have been a right laugh if you had!” Spike’s smirk was firmly back in place. As soon as Xander had fled to the kitchen Spike has schooled his features and told himself firmly to stop acting like a poncy git. Resolving to contemplate his unexpected reaction to the feel of those warm legs around his hips, (he shivered again at the recollection) later when he wasn’t likely to lose what was left of his Big-Bad image.
“Oh. Um…” Xander stammered, “I was just…um…felt a bit dizzy…and um…I was just going to…”
“’Ere what’s this then?” Spike interrupted as he spied the almost full bottle of Jack Daniel’s sitting on the bench. “Bugger the beer mate, well not literally o’course…unless you’re into that?…” He left the question dangling as Xander blushed bright red. “Right then, grab some glasses ‘n ice Whelp and let’s get maggotted!”
Xander walked toward the cupboard & as he pulled down the glasses he looked over his shoulder at Spike, who was now greedily eyeing off the bottle in his hand, & asked, “Um.... Maggotted?”
“Yeah mate. Y’know? Plastered, tanked , blotto, sloshed…” Spike listed as he ticked them off on his fingers.
Xander snorted. “Blotto?! Sloshed!? You’re making these up to make the American look like an idiot!” Xander said incredulously as he put ice in each glass.
“Mate you don’t need me to make you look like an idiot.” The humour died in Xander’s eyes at that & Spike quickly finished, “A couple of shots of this stuff it’ll do it no worries!” As Xander smiled Spike was silently telling himself that the only reason he even cared whether the Whelp was happy or not was because there was free grog to be had. It had nothing to do with the warm fuzzy feeling he got when he could make this boy…no this man, smile or laugh.