Quantum Xander II: In Wake of the Curse
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BtVS AU/AR › Slash - Male/Male › Spike(William)/Xander
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BtVS AU/AR › Slash - Male/Male › Spike(William)/Xander
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
65
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20,561
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119
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~PART 46~
Part 46
While Xander slept, Spike took the time to go over his options. He knew that he would have to learn to share Xander with his double, that he owed the other vampire a debt of gratitude for keeping Xander sane and making him feel loved and wanted while he was unable to do it himself. He also knew that he wouldn’t get rid of the other one easily, either. Xander loved him, and Xander was very protective of the ones he loved. He had a necklace of soldier teeth to prove it.
Thinking of that made him wonder where those teeth were; he gently disentangled himself from his mate and went to the closet. He searched through his duster pockets, finding first his ring and slipping it onto his finger. He found his smokes, his lighter, some change and a rumpled bandanna - but no necklace.
“Hmm, wonder where the bloody thing is?”
Quietly, so as not to wake Xander, Spike began rifling through the contents of the nightstand. He grinned lasciviously as he found the cuffs and flogger. He remembered well the night he had used them on his lovely boy. He grew hard just thinking about it.
Spike set the leather items on the bed and continued his hunt. He looked under his journal, snorting at the fact that his double had read it and knew what a ponce he was. It was one thing for his mate to know; his double was an entirely different matter. Of course, it had led to him taking care of Xander, so it was forgivable, after all. Anything that helped Xander was forgivable as far as he was concerned.
“Ah hah!”
In the back corner of the drawer, Spike found his chain. He put it on, feeling the cool enamel against his skin and smiled. He remembered the night Xander had given it to him, how nervous he had been. He chuckled and looked at his sleeping lover. Xander was such a contradiction - he was so gentle and loving and kind, but he could be the meanest, most vindictive, cruel bastard, that he had ever met if his loved ones were harmed or threatened.
Watching Xander these past weeks, seeing him interact with his friends, he began to understand what Xander meant when he said that these people were not like the ones from his reality. They really weren’t. The stood by each other through thick and thin; they were family. And now, he would be a part of that, if he accepted them.
Spike sat on the end of the bed and just looked at Xander. He looked worn, like he hadn’t slept in ages, but he looked happy too. Like, despite everything that was happening, all was finally right with his world. Maybe it was.
Several minutes passed while Spike lost himself in just watching Xander sleep. Eventually he snapped himself out of his daydreaming and snagged his journal out of the drawer and opened it to the back of the book. He found a blank page and began to write.
Xander woke to the soft sounds of pen scratching paper. He opened his eyes and took in the sight of his lover’s dark head bowed over his journal. He smiled. This was a sight he had thought he might never see again, and he was reluctant to move lest he break the moment. But he wanted to touch Spike. To hold him in his arms, kiss him breathless, make love with him. He had to move, had to touch, had to prove to himself that this was real, that Spike was real and whole, and back with him.
“Spike.”
It was whispered, but it made the vampire look up and smile. The book was forgotten; the pen fell to the floor and Spike found himself with a lap full of happy, grinning Xander before his mouth was covered by soft, warm lips. He lost himself to the kiss, the feel so much better than all those nights when he visited his boy in his dreams. Dreams could never compete with the reality that was Xander. Spike reluctantly tore his mouth away from that of his mate to allow him to draw air into his lungs. Xander panted harshly as Spike turned his attention to the smooth column of his lover’s throat instead, nipping, kissing and sucking on the warm skin. Tasting his mate’s unique flavor.
“Missed you, Spike. God, missed you so much.”
Xander lifted the vampire’s face from his neck and kissed him again. The kiss was full of love, caring, tenderness, all the pent up emotion of months of loss. Spike held his mate tightly to himself, sinking his hands into his hair and deepening the kiss. He had wanted to play with Xander, get up to no good with the cuffs and the flogger, but that was going to have to wait. He needed to be inside his lover, and he needed to be there now.
Xander blinked in shock as he suddenly found himself flat on his back and naked. He smiled widely as Spike pulled the drawer out of the nightstand in his haste to get the lube. His smile was quickly replaced by a look of pleasure as slick fingers found and entered his tight little pucker.
“Need you love, need to be in you.”
“Yes! Please Spike, oh please.”
Spike withdrew his fingers and lined himself up. He pushed forward and stopped at the slight gasp of pain from his mate.
“You okay, Xan? Did I hurt you?”
“No. Fine. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
Spike leaned down and took Xander’s mouth in a fierce possessive kiss as he plunged the rest of his cock deep into his mate. Xander arched and howled into his lover’s mouth. Spike didn’t stop; he couldn’t stop. The feel of Xander, hot and tight around him, made him growl and he felt his face shift.
Xander watched as his lover’s face shifted and moaned in anticipation. He turned his head, baring his throat to his mate and pulled his head down and into the crook of his neck.
“Please, oh please, Spike. Bite me, claim me, make me yours again.”
Spike growled and bit hard. Xander came screaming Spike’s name and the vampire followed right behind him, not retracting his fangs until the last tremors of his orgasm subsided. He licked over his mark, closing the wound and began a deep rumbling purr. Xander ran his hands up and down the vampire’s back and kissed him softly on the temple. Spike lifted his head and looked into his mate’s deep brown eyes.
“Mine.”
“Yours.”
“Forever.”
“And always.”
“Love you, Xander.”
“Love you too.”
Spike slipped out of Xander’s body and rolled them so they were on their sides, face to face. He kissed his forehead, his eyelids, the tip of his nose, and finally his mouth. Xander smiled at him and repeated the gesture.
“I’m glad you’re back, Spike.”
“I’m glad to be back, love. Thank you.”
There were no more words after that. Only the soft sounds of two people making love for hours on end.
While Xander slept, Spike took the time to go over his options. He knew that he would have to learn to share Xander with his double, that he owed the other vampire a debt of gratitude for keeping Xander sane and making him feel loved and wanted while he was unable to do it himself. He also knew that he wouldn’t get rid of the other one easily, either. Xander loved him, and Xander was very protective of the ones he loved. He had a necklace of soldier teeth to prove it.
Thinking of that made him wonder where those teeth were; he gently disentangled himself from his mate and went to the closet. He searched through his duster pockets, finding first his ring and slipping it onto his finger. He found his smokes, his lighter, some change and a rumpled bandanna - but no necklace.
“Hmm, wonder where the bloody thing is?”
Quietly, so as not to wake Xander, Spike began rifling through the contents of the nightstand. He grinned lasciviously as he found the cuffs and flogger. He remembered well the night he had used them on his lovely boy. He grew hard just thinking about it.
Spike set the leather items on the bed and continued his hunt. He looked under his journal, snorting at the fact that his double had read it and knew what a ponce he was. It was one thing for his mate to know; his double was an entirely different matter. Of course, it had led to him taking care of Xander, so it was forgivable, after all. Anything that helped Xander was forgivable as far as he was concerned.
“Ah hah!”
In the back corner of the drawer, Spike found his chain. He put it on, feeling the cool enamel against his skin and smiled. He remembered the night Xander had given it to him, how nervous he had been. He chuckled and looked at his sleeping lover. Xander was such a contradiction - he was so gentle and loving and kind, but he could be the meanest, most vindictive, cruel bastard, that he had ever met if his loved ones were harmed or threatened.
Watching Xander these past weeks, seeing him interact with his friends, he began to understand what Xander meant when he said that these people were not like the ones from his reality. They really weren’t. The stood by each other through thick and thin; they were family. And now, he would be a part of that, if he accepted them.
Spike sat on the end of the bed and just looked at Xander. He looked worn, like he hadn’t slept in ages, but he looked happy too. Like, despite everything that was happening, all was finally right with his world. Maybe it was.
Several minutes passed while Spike lost himself in just watching Xander sleep. Eventually he snapped himself out of his daydreaming and snagged his journal out of the drawer and opened it to the back of the book. He found a blank page and began to write.
Xander woke to the soft sounds of pen scratching paper. He opened his eyes and took in the sight of his lover’s dark head bowed over his journal. He smiled. This was a sight he had thought he might never see again, and he was reluctant to move lest he break the moment. But he wanted to touch Spike. To hold him in his arms, kiss him breathless, make love with him. He had to move, had to touch, had to prove to himself that this was real, that Spike was real and whole, and back with him.
“Spike.”
It was whispered, but it made the vampire look up and smile. The book was forgotten; the pen fell to the floor and Spike found himself with a lap full of happy, grinning Xander before his mouth was covered by soft, warm lips. He lost himself to the kiss, the feel so much better than all those nights when he visited his boy in his dreams. Dreams could never compete with the reality that was Xander. Spike reluctantly tore his mouth away from that of his mate to allow him to draw air into his lungs. Xander panted harshly as Spike turned his attention to the smooth column of his lover’s throat instead, nipping, kissing and sucking on the warm skin. Tasting his mate’s unique flavor.
“Missed you, Spike. God, missed you so much.”
Xander lifted the vampire’s face from his neck and kissed him again. The kiss was full of love, caring, tenderness, all the pent up emotion of months of loss. Spike held his mate tightly to himself, sinking his hands into his hair and deepening the kiss. He had wanted to play with Xander, get up to no good with the cuffs and the flogger, but that was going to have to wait. He needed to be inside his lover, and he needed to be there now.
Xander blinked in shock as he suddenly found himself flat on his back and naked. He smiled widely as Spike pulled the drawer out of the nightstand in his haste to get the lube. His smile was quickly replaced by a look of pleasure as slick fingers found and entered his tight little pucker.
“Need you love, need to be in you.”
“Yes! Please Spike, oh please.”
Spike withdrew his fingers and lined himself up. He pushed forward and stopped at the slight gasp of pain from his mate.
“You okay, Xan? Did I hurt you?”
“No. Fine. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
Spike leaned down and took Xander’s mouth in a fierce possessive kiss as he plunged the rest of his cock deep into his mate. Xander arched and howled into his lover’s mouth. Spike didn’t stop; he couldn’t stop. The feel of Xander, hot and tight around him, made him growl and he felt his face shift.
Xander watched as his lover’s face shifted and moaned in anticipation. He turned his head, baring his throat to his mate and pulled his head down and into the crook of his neck.
“Please, oh please, Spike. Bite me, claim me, make me yours again.”
Spike growled and bit hard. Xander came screaming Spike’s name and the vampire followed right behind him, not retracting his fangs until the last tremors of his orgasm subsided. He licked over his mark, closing the wound and began a deep rumbling purr. Xander ran his hands up and down the vampire’s back and kissed him softly on the temple. Spike lifted his head and looked into his mate’s deep brown eyes.
“Mine.”
“Yours.”
“Forever.”
“And always.”
“Love you, Xander.”
“Love you too.”
Spike slipped out of Xander’s body and rolled them so they were on their sides, face to face. He kissed his forehead, his eyelids, the tip of his nose, and finally his mouth. Xander smiled at him and repeated the gesture.
“I’m glad you’re back, Spike.”
“I’m glad to be back, love. Thank you.”
There were no more words after that. Only the soft sounds of two people making love for hours on end.