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
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Adult ++
Chapters:
65
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20,563
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119
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~PART 48~
Part 48
Xander hung up the phone and turned to his mate.
“Giles says that Spike came back about an hour ago. It seems there was some sort of disagreement among Buffy and the others while we were at the beach. Long story short, Buffy is gone and Faith is in charge.”
“Ouch. Bet that went over really well with Buffy.”
“Yeah. Apparently Spike didn’t take it too well either; he and Faith came to blows over it. Giles thinks Spike’s out looking for her.”
“You want to see if we can help?”
“No. I think Buffy is hurting right now, and she doesn’t like her friends to see her weak or in pain. Spike will find her, and he’ll help her. She trusts him; so do I.”
“If you’re sure; I mean, I don’t want to hold you back from helping your friends.”
“You’re not.”
Xander sighed, he had been having a wonderful day; he and Spike had spent hours at the beach, laying in the sun, holding hands, kissing, making love in the waves. The nice thing about Sunnydale being abandoned was that the beach was empty. Seeing a naked, hard, Spike in the sunlight was definitely a sight worth savoring. Then they had come home, and when Spike wasn’t there, Xander called Buffy’s house only to find out that everything had gone from bad to worse while he was off having fun with his lover. He felt horribly guilty.
Spike knew Xander well enough to know when his lovely boy was brooding. He put an arm around Xander’s waist and led him to the sofa. He sat and pulled Xander down beside him and pulled him close. After tucking his mate’s head under his chin he began to rub soothing circles on his back.
“This is not your fault, love. What could you have done to change anything?”
“I don’t know, but I should have been there, should have defended her.”
“And said what? Yes, Buffy, I believe going back into the bad man’s lair is a good idea. We didn’t lose nearly enough people last time?”
“Well, no…”
“Xander. She may be the slayer, and she may be your friend, but she’s still human, and as such she is capable of making mistakes. Don’t you think this might be one of them?”
“Maybe. But what if she’s right?”
“Then she’ll prove it. Come on love, let’s get you a cuppa hot chocolate and then into bed. You look exhausted.”
“I am.”
Xander yawned widely and Spike smiled and headed for the kitchen. He stopped in the doorway and turned around to look at his lovely mate. He was so damn happy to back in the real world with him, that even knowing that he had to share with the other Spike didn’t bring him down.
Xander felt like he must have drifted off, for what seemed like only seconds later, Spike was back, sitting beside him and holding a steaming mug of chocolate under his nose.
“Mmm, chocolate.”
“Yeah, love. And if you sit up and open those lovely eyes of yours, you can have it.”
Xander sat up, opened his eyes and reached for the cup. He sipped the hot beverage and sighed.
“This is good. It would be better in bed though.”
“Alright then, lets get you and your chocolate to bed then.”
Spike led a sleepy Xander into the bedroom and stripped him down before tucking him into bed. Xander didn’t even manage to finish his hot chocolate before drifting off to sleep.
Spike went back out to the living room and turned on the television. He wasn’t tired, and if he had stayed in the bedroom with Xander he would have ended up waking him; he couldn’t be around Xander without wanting to be inside him, and Xander needed his sleep. So while his mate slept in the next room, Spike flipped around the channels and finally gave up with a sigh. There was nothing on - literally. It seemed that since there was no one in Sunnydale anymore, there was no one running the cable station.
Spike went outside and lit a cigarette. It felt strange still, being there. He had grown accustomed to shifting from one place to another in a matter of days while he and Xander were together. Now though, they were finally at a standstill. This was where Xander belonged, where this reality’s Spike belonged. He snorted and shook his head. He was as bad as the other him; he just couldn’t help but feel concerned. Xander had been with his double for weeks now, they were mated, in love, and relatively happy considering the world was possibly coming to an end. Where did that leave him?
Yeah, he was there first, and he knew that Xander loved him. But he had seen everything that had happened, how his mate and the other Spike looked when they were locked together in passion, how Xander’s eyes smoldered just watching the other vampire walk toward him. Plus, that little speech The First made - about him just being a “used up replica of the demon Xander really wanted” had struck a nerve. It was the one thing that Spike had worried about when they were still shifting - what would happen when they got to Xander’s home dimension, whether or not Xander was interested in his world’s Spike. He wondered if things would have turned out this way if he hadn’t been dusted. If he had made it back here with Xander, would the other Spike even be here?
Of course, he knew he would, that Xander would never have left him in the school’s basement. But would he be sharing Xander’s bed? Xander’s body? No, probably not. There would have been no need for the other Spike to spill blood for Xander, no accidental suck and grope session in the loo. No claiming, and no mating. Xander would be his and his alone. Spike - the other Spike - would still be chasing the slayer’s skirts; maybe she might have even admitted she loved him by now.
Spike flicked the end of the cigarette away and came back inside. There was no point in dwelling on what might have been. The reality now was that he had to share his mate with his double. So he had better get used to it. It wasn’t like he hadn’t shared Xander with Angel, and with another version of himself before. The only difference was this time it was permanent.
Spike reached down between the sofa cushions and pulled out the book he knew his double had stashed there. With nothing else to do, he figured he might as well read for awhile. With any luck, his souled doppelganger would return before Xander woke and they would have some time to figure out how this was going to work.
Xander hung up the phone and turned to his mate.
“Giles says that Spike came back about an hour ago. It seems there was some sort of disagreement among Buffy and the others while we were at the beach. Long story short, Buffy is gone and Faith is in charge.”
“Ouch. Bet that went over really well with Buffy.”
“Yeah. Apparently Spike didn’t take it too well either; he and Faith came to blows over it. Giles thinks Spike’s out looking for her.”
“You want to see if we can help?”
“No. I think Buffy is hurting right now, and she doesn’t like her friends to see her weak or in pain. Spike will find her, and he’ll help her. She trusts him; so do I.”
“If you’re sure; I mean, I don’t want to hold you back from helping your friends.”
“You’re not.”
Xander sighed, he had been having a wonderful day; he and Spike had spent hours at the beach, laying in the sun, holding hands, kissing, making love in the waves. The nice thing about Sunnydale being abandoned was that the beach was empty. Seeing a naked, hard, Spike in the sunlight was definitely a sight worth savoring. Then they had come home, and when Spike wasn’t there, Xander called Buffy’s house only to find out that everything had gone from bad to worse while he was off having fun with his lover. He felt horribly guilty.
Spike knew Xander well enough to know when his lovely boy was brooding. He put an arm around Xander’s waist and led him to the sofa. He sat and pulled Xander down beside him and pulled him close. After tucking his mate’s head under his chin he began to rub soothing circles on his back.
“This is not your fault, love. What could you have done to change anything?”
“I don’t know, but I should have been there, should have defended her.”
“And said what? Yes, Buffy, I believe going back into the bad man’s lair is a good idea. We didn’t lose nearly enough people last time?”
“Well, no…”
“Xander. She may be the slayer, and she may be your friend, but she’s still human, and as such she is capable of making mistakes. Don’t you think this might be one of them?”
“Maybe. But what if she’s right?”
“Then she’ll prove it. Come on love, let’s get you a cuppa hot chocolate and then into bed. You look exhausted.”
“I am.”
Xander yawned widely and Spike smiled and headed for the kitchen. He stopped in the doorway and turned around to look at his lovely mate. He was so damn happy to back in the real world with him, that even knowing that he had to share with the other Spike didn’t bring him down.
Xander felt like he must have drifted off, for what seemed like only seconds later, Spike was back, sitting beside him and holding a steaming mug of chocolate under his nose.
“Mmm, chocolate.”
“Yeah, love. And if you sit up and open those lovely eyes of yours, you can have it.”
Xander sat up, opened his eyes and reached for the cup. He sipped the hot beverage and sighed.
“This is good. It would be better in bed though.”
“Alright then, lets get you and your chocolate to bed then.”
Spike led a sleepy Xander into the bedroom and stripped him down before tucking him into bed. Xander didn’t even manage to finish his hot chocolate before drifting off to sleep.
Spike went back out to the living room and turned on the television. He wasn’t tired, and if he had stayed in the bedroom with Xander he would have ended up waking him; he couldn’t be around Xander without wanting to be inside him, and Xander needed his sleep. So while his mate slept in the next room, Spike flipped around the channels and finally gave up with a sigh. There was nothing on - literally. It seemed that since there was no one in Sunnydale anymore, there was no one running the cable station.
Spike went outside and lit a cigarette. It felt strange still, being there. He had grown accustomed to shifting from one place to another in a matter of days while he and Xander were together. Now though, they were finally at a standstill. This was where Xander belonged, where this reality’s Spike belonged. He snorted and shook his head. He was as bad as the other him; he just couldn’t help but feel concerned. Xander had been with his double for weeks now, they were mated, in love, and relatively happy considering the world was possibly coming to an end. Where did that leave him?
Yeah, he was there first, and he knew that Xander loved him. But he had seen everything that had happened, how his mate and the other Spike looked when they were locked together in passion, how Xander’s eyes smoldered just watching the other vampire walk toward him. Plus, that little speech The First made - about him just being a “used up replica of the demon Xander really wanted” had struck a nerve. It was the one thing that Spike had worried about when they were still shifting - what would happen when they got to Xander’s home dimension, whether or not Xander was interested in his world’s Spike. He wondered if things would have turned out this way if he hadn’t been dusted. If he had made it back here with Xander, would the other Spike even be here?
Of course, he knew he would, that Xander would never have left him in the school’s basement. But would he be sharing Xander’s bed? Xander’s body? No, probably not. There would have been no need for the other Spike to spill blood for Xander, no accidental suck and grope session in the loo. No claiming, and no mating. Xander would be his and his alone. Spike - the other Spike - would still be chasing the slayer’s skirts; maybe she might have even admitted she loved him by now.
Spike flicked the end of the cigarette away and came back inside. There was no point in dwelling on what might have been. The reality now was that he had to share his mate with his double. So he had better get used to it. It wasn’t like he hadn’t shared Xander with Angel, and with another version of himself before. The only difference was this time it was permanent.
Spike reached down between the sofa cushions and pulled out the book he knew his double had stashed there. With nothing else to do, he figured he might as well read for awhile. With any luck, his souled doppelganger would return before Xander woke and they would have some time to figure out how this was going to work.