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Adult ++
Chapters:
8
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5,581
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11
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Chapter 5
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 Five:
Several hours later, deeply immersed in an alcohol-induced fog, Xander was finally feeling more relaxed in the vampire’s company. There had been lots of stammering & babbling & blushing, all on the part of the mortified brunette. But, to Spike’s credit, he didn’t mention the incident which had Xander so flustered. In fact to Xander’s whisky-soaked mind Spike was being positively considerate….and, dare he say it?….friendly! Oh my God! I can’t believe I just thought that Spike aka William the Bloody aka VAMPIRE! was being friendly! That last shot of JD must have knocked something loose in my head. One too many hits to the head from Sunnydale nasties combined with a bit too much whisky. Yeah that was it. In the morning all this would just be an unhappy memory…or if I am really lucky a great big lack of memory. Suddenly feeling the total effect of the past 24 hours Xander stumbled to his feet intent on making it to the bedroom. Halfway across the room he looked blearily over his shoulder at Spike who was still sprawled on the couch with the bottle of JD on the floor by his feet. Feeling the boy’s eyes on him Spike looked up.
“Oi! Where you goin’ whelp?”
“Bed.” Xander slurred while struggling to stay upright as the floor tilted alarmingly underneath him. “You crash there if you wanna. I’m going to bed.” Xander went into the bathroom and a few minutes later came out. Turning to face Spike again he grinned drunkenly. “There’s pillows and blankets in the cupboard in the hall if you want them. Night Spike”.
The vampire looked up from where he was fiddling with the empty beer bottle he was using as an ash-tray & nodded. Spike watched as the inebriated young man walked slowly to his bedroom, leaning on the walls and fumbling with the bedroom door handle. Finally he got into his room and closed the door behind him leaving Spike alone in the living room.
Well bugger me! Spike thought to himself as he dropped his cigarette butt into the empty bottle. This has got to be one of the weirdest nights I’ve ever had. Not only does the boy invite me in to his apartment but then he offers to let me stay the night! Either he is too drunk to care what Slutty and the rest of the white hats will think or he has an even bigger pair of bollocks than I thought!
Picking up the mostly empty bottle of JD he drank it dry and heaved an irritated sigh, slumping further into the couch. I suppose I should get my kit together and head back to the crypt. Home sweet home an’ all that. It’s bloody comfy here though and the whelp did say I could stay. Mmmm… Spike pulled another cigarette out of the battered packet sitting on the coffee table. Lighting it with the plastic lighter Xander had given him, he sat back to contemplate the weird smirk he saw on Xander’s face after he had invited the vampire in. If I didn’t know any better I would say that the boy has something on his mind. Maybe he is having trouble with the ex-demon girl? Mmmm…Where is she tonight anyway? It’s not like her to miss out on orgasms during an apocalypse-free evening. Actually come to think of it, there isn’t hide nor hair of the chit…. Spike’s eyes widened as slowly all the pieces fell into place. Xander’s drunken state, his invitation to share his alcohol with a vampire, the look of self-derision in his smirk and the scent of misery and defeat which clung to him like a cheap whore’s perfume. Well fuck me! I bet the bint has gone and left the whelp! Didn’t see that coming. And the wedding only a couple of weeks off too. No wonder the boy wanted to get pissed! I guess he wanted some company too and with his mates all too busy….guess he got stuck with me.
After finishing his cigarette Spike stood up and picked his duster up from behind the couch where it had fallen off the backrest at some point during the evening. Right, well no point waiting around here all night only to have the bloody whelp come to his senses when he sobers up and kick me out into the sunlight eh? Spike mused to himself. Best get back to the crypt and maybe see if there are any demons about. Could do with a bit of violence before bed…wish the bloody Watcher had given me more “Miss Piggy specials” though. Good thing I can drink vamp blood, nasty though it is. If I had to survive on what the white hats gave me I’d have been dust long before now! Still they don’t need to know I can go elsewhere for food. He looked at the clock glowing green on the end-table. 3:00am…Mmmm…Willy’s should still be open and I think I still have that dosh I nicked from the Watcher while everyone was still getting their kum-ba-yayas out the other night. Bloody big spectacle that was!
Glancing once more around the room Spike stepped over the pile of crumpled chip packets and empty beer bottles and let himself out through the door, into the night.
In the bedroom Xander was tossing and turning fitfully in his sleep. His dreams were full of angry demons and family all chasing him through the streets of Sunnydale intent on revenge. Eventually he stilled and breathing deeply he fell further into sleep and away from the dream.
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 Five:
Several hours later, deeply immersed in an alcohol-induced fog, Xander was finally feeling more relaxed in the vampire’s company. There had been lots of stammering & babbling & blushing, all on the part of the mortified brunette. But, to Spike’s credit, he didn’t mention the incident which had Xander so flustered. In fact to Xander’s whisky-soaked mind Spike was being positively considerate….and, dare he say it?….friendly! Oh my God! I can’t believe I just thought that Spike aka William the Bloody aka VAMPIRE! was being friendly! That last shot of JD must have knocked something loose in my head. One too many hits to the head from Sunnydale nasties combined with a bit too much whisky. Yeah that was it. In the morning all this would just be an unhappy memory…or if I am really lucky a great big lack of memory. Suddenly feeling the total effect of the past 24 hours Xander stumbled to his feet intent on making it to the bedroom. Halfway across the room he looked blearily over his shoulder at Spike who was still sprawled on the couch with the bottle of JD on the floor by his feet. Feeling the boy’s eyes on him Spike looked up.
“Oi! Where you goin’ whelp?”
“Bed.” Xander slurred while struggling to stay upright as the floor tilted alarmingly underneath him. “You crash there if you wanna. I’m going to bed.” Xander went into the bathroom and a few minutes later came out. Turning to face Spike again he grinned drunkenly. “There’s pillows and blankets in the cupboard in the hall if you want them. Night Spike”.
The vampire looked up from where he was fiddling with the empty beer bottle he was using as an ash-tray & nodded. Spike watched as the inebriated young man walked slowly to his bedroom, leaning on the walls and fumbling with the bedroom door handle. Finally he got into his room and closed the door behind him leaving Spike alone in the living room.
Well bugger me! Spike thought to himself as he dropped his cigarette butt into the empty bottle. This has got to be one of the weirdest nights I’ve ever had. Not only does the boy invite me in to his apartment but then he offers to let me stay the night! Either he is too drunk to care what Slutty and the rest of the white hats will think or he has an even bigger pair of bollocks than I thought!
Picking up the mostly empty bottle of JD he drank it dry and heaved an irritated sigh, slumping further into the couch. I suppose I should get my kit together and head back to the crypt. Home sweet home an’ all that. It’s bloody comfy here though and the whelp did say I could stay. Mmmm… Spike pulled another cigarette out of the battered packet sitting on the coffee table. Lighting it with the plastic lighter Xander had given him, he sat back to contemplate the weird smirk he saw on Xander’s face after he had invited the vampire in. If I didn’t know any better I would say that the boy has something on his mind. Maybe he is having trouble with the ex-demon girl? Mmmm…Where is she tonight anyway? It’s not like her to miss out on orgasms during an apocalypse-free evening. Actually come to think of it, there isn’t hide nor hair of the chit…. Spike’s eyes widened as slowly all the pieces fell into place. Xander’s drunken state, his invitation to share his alcohol with a vampire, the look of self-derision in his smirk and the scent of misery and defeat which clung to him like a cheap whore’s perfume. Well fuck me! I bet the bint has gone and left the whelp! Didn’t see that coming. And the wedding only a couple of weeks off too. No wonder the boy wanted to get pissed! I guess he wanted some company too and with his mates all too busy….guess he got stuck with me.
After finishing his cigarette Spike stood up and picked his duster up from behind the couch where it had fallen off the backrest at some point during the evening. Right, well no point waiting around here all night only to have the bloody whelp come to his senses when he sobers up and kick me out into the sunlight eh? Spike mused to himself. Best get back to the crypt and maybe see if there are any demons about. Could do with a bit of violence before bed…wish the bloody Watcher had given me more “Miss Piggy specials” though. Good thing I can drink vamp blood, nasty though it is. If I had to survive on what the white hats gave me I’d have been dust long before now! Still they don’t need to know I can go elsewhere for food. He looked at the clock glowing green on the end-table. 3:00am…Mmmm…Willy’s should still be open and I think I still have that dosh I nicked from the Watcher while everyone was still getting their kum-ba-yayas out the other night. Bloody big spectacle that was!
Glancing once more around the room Spike stepped over the pile of crumpled chip packets and empty beer bottles and let himself out through the door, into the night.
In the bedroom Xander was tossing and turning fitfully in his sleep. His dreams were full of angry demons and family all chasing him through the streets of Sunnydale intent on revenge. Eventually he stilled and breathing deeply he fell further into sleep and away from the dream.