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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65
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~PART 58~
Part 58
Angel stood outside the door and waited. He was still in shock after what Buffy had told him; Spike had a soul. He wondered why Xander had neglected to mention that fact when he had been in L.A. Hell, for that matter, he wondered why no one had called him when they first found out. Angel remembered all too well the way he had felt when he had first been cursed - the crushing guilt, the insanity, the nightmares, the visions of every single person he had ever killed coming back to haunt him over and over again. He could only image how much harder it had to have been on his childe.
The First had tried - and almost succeeded - in getting him to kill himself years ago. It was only Buffy’s dogged determination that had kept him from following through on it. He had been used to having his soul at that point, so when he thought about Spike - being newly souled and up against The First as well - he had to admit his childe was stronger than he gave him credit for. It did hurt though, that their relationship was so nonexistent that Spike wouldn’t turn to him for guidance. It was his fault; he was the one who had walked away, abandoned his childer and lived on the fringes of humanity for decades on end. He knew that even though Darla had shunned him, Drusilla and William would not have.
Angel shook himself out of his thoughts of what could have been; he needed to focus on the here and now. On the other side of that door was his childe - two versions of him, actually, one souled and one not. Plus there was Xander. Xander, who was mated to both versions of his childe, who had secured his soul and then gone back to Sunnydale. Xander, who was still not an official member of the family, something Angel was planning to remedy tonight. If he ever got up the courage to knock on the damn door.
There was a noise in the stairwell and Angel ducked into the empty apartment across the hall and watched through the peephole as a dark-haired Spike walked into Xander’s apartment and slammed the door behind him.
“William?”
Angel whispered. He had expected both vampires to look the same, but it made sense to him now that he thought about it. Of course Spike would have changed his appearance; he would want to distance himself from what he had been before. Gathering his courage, knowing that his childe surely needed him, Angel walked across the hallway and knocked on the door to Xander’s apartment.
Xander watched, fascinated as his lovers both shifted momentarily to game face and then back again as they looked at the door. He had a pretty good idea of who it was on the other side, even before they both confirmed it was Angel. He took a deep, calming breath and opened the door.
“Angel.”
“Hello, Xander. May I come in?”
“Sure.”
Xander stepped aside and Angel entered the apartment. Both Spikes were already on their feet and watching the by-play. It was quite unexpected though, when Angel walked directly to the dark-haired Spike and drew him into his arms. Xander and the blond both blinked as Angel began to speak.
“I’m so sorry, William. I didn’t know; if I had, I would have come sooner. You have no idea how proud of you I am; you’re much stronger than I gave you credit for. Are you all right? Is there anything I can do for you?”
The brunet had finally gotten over his shock and looked up at the older vampire with a smirk on his face.
“Well, for starters, you could tell me what the hell you’re talkin’ about.”
Angel looked at him in confusion, then looked at the room’s other two occupants hoping for some explanation. They too looked as if they wanted an answer to Spike’s question.
“Buffy told me about your soul.”
The brunet jumped back as if he’d been burned.
“Oi! No soul here. You’ve mistaken me for the other Spike.”
Spike pointed to the blond who was now snickering in Xander’s arms.
“He’s the one with the soul.”
“But your hair…?”
Angel trailed off as the blond started to howl with laughter. Even Xander couldn’t help but giggle.
“Oh, that’s it! I’m getting rid of this damn hair just as soon as I can find a box of color.”
He turned and glared at his lover and his twin.
“Quit yer bloody snickering. This is not funny.”
Angel finally seemed to clue in to the fact that he had just embraced and tried to comfort the wrong Spike. He took a closer look at the blond and shook his head.
“Well, I suppose there’s no point in repeating what I just said to him, to you, is there?”
“Maybe not, but you could try it anyway.”
Spike looked at Angel, searching his eyes for any trace of the affection that he once had for him; he must have found it for he smiled and stepped closer to him.
“Well? What are you waiting for, Peaches?”
Spike smiled at his sire and Angel smiled back. The older vampire quickly pulled Spike into his arms and breathed in his scent.
“I’ve missed you, boy. I’m sorry I’ve been such a horrible sire.”
“S’okay, I get it now. I don’t think I’d be able to be around my childer either now. If I had any, that is.”
“You don’t hate me then?”
“No. I did though; thought you hated me, so I hated you back. It was easier than admitting that I still loved you.”
“Oh, William. I’m so sorry.”
Xander and Spike watched the reunion with smiles on their faces. They both understood what this meant for the other two; a century-long rift was finally being mended. Spike knew how miserable he had been when he’d lost Angelus, and how he had buried any feeling he still had for his sire behind his budding feelings for Dru. He had made her the center of his world, knowing that she needed him. It was the only thing that kept him from greeting the dawn those first few months. He turned to Xander and tilted his head toward the kitchen; Xander nodded and they quietly left the room - giving sire and childe some privacy to reacquaint themselves.
Eventually, Angel let go his death grip on Spike and stepped just slightly away from him. He cupped the side of Spike’s face and tilted it up as he slowly lowered his own, giving Spike time to withdraw if he didn’t want this.
Spike stood still, his eyes never leaving those of his sire, waiting for the one thing he never thought he’d feel again - his sire’s kiss. Finally, Angel’s lips brushed over his own and he sighed with relief. He hadn’t realized quite how much he still needed Angel, not until that moment. He parted his lips in invitation, and was thrilled when Angel pulled him closer and deepened the kiss.
In the kitchen, Xander and Spike stood with their arms around each other, heads resting on each other’s shoulders. They were both wanting to do more than just hold each other, but didn’t want to distract the pair in the living room from their reunion. Finally, Spike pulled back and kissed Xander softly on the lips.
“I think it’s time we move this to the bedroom, love. Come on, we’ll gather the other two en route.”
Xander licked his lips and nodded his assent. He followed Spike out of the kitchen, stopping dead in his tracks, his mouth going dry at the sight of his blond mate and his sire devouring each other with lips and tongues. The brunet was watching the scene with more than just a casual interest as well.
“Gah.”
Xander whispered, and Spike grinned at him.
“You can say that again, pet.”
“Okay, gah.”
Spike and Angel broke apart, both turning feral gazes on the other two men before stalking toward them. Angel grabbed the other Spike and kissed him almost brutally as the blond demon claimed the lips of his human mate. Both couples continued the kiss as they walked toward the bedroom.
Angel stood outside the door and waited. He was still in shock after what Buffy had told him; Spike had a soul. He wondered why Xander had neglected to mention that fact when he had been in L.A. Hell, for that matter, he wondered why no one had called him when they first found out. Angel remembered all too well the way he had felt when he had first been cursed - the crushing guilt, the insanity, the nightmares, the visions of every single person he had ever killed coming back to haunt him over and over again. He could only image how much harder it had to have been on his childe.
The First had tried - and almost succeeded - in getting him to kill himself years ago. It was only Buffy’s dogged determination that had kept him from following through on it. He had been used to having his soul at that point, so when he thought about Spike - being newly souled and up against The First as well - he had to admit his childe was stronger than he gave him credit for. It did hurt though, that their relationship was so nonexistent that Spike wouldn’t turn to him for guidance. It was his fault; he was the one who had walked away, abandoned his childer and lived on the fringes of humanity for decades on end. He knew that even though Darla had shunned him, Drusilla and William would not have.
Angel shook himself out of his thoughts of what could have been; he needed to focus on the here and now. On the other side of that door was his childe - two versions of him, actually, one souled and one not. Plus there was Xander. Xander, who was mated to both versions of his childe, who had secured his soul and then gone back to Sunnydale. Xander, who was still not an official member of the family, something Angel was planning to remedy tonight. If he ever got up the courage to knock on the damn door.
There was a noise in the stairwell and Angel ducked into the empty apartment across the hall and watched through the peephole as a dark-haired Spike walked into Xander’s apartment and slammed the door behind him.
“William?”
Angel whispered. He had expected both vampires to look the same, but it made sense to him now that he thought about it. Of course Spike would have changed his appearance; he would want to distance himself from what he had been before. Gathering his courage, knowing that his childe surely needed him, Angel walked across the hallway and knocked on the door to Xander’s apartment.
Xander watched, fascinated as his lovers both shifted momentarily to game face and then back again as they looked at the door. He had a pretty good idea of who it was on the other side, even before they both confirmed it was Angel. He took a deep, calming breath and opened the door.
“Angel.”
“Hello, Xander. May I come in?”
“Sure.”
Xander stepped aside and Angel entered the apartment. Both Spikes were already on their feet and watching the by-play. It was quite unexpected though, when Angel walked directly to the dark-haired Spike and drew him into his arms. Xander and the blond both blinked as Angel began to speak.
“I’m so sorry, William. I didn’t know; if I had, I would have come sooner. You have no idea how proud of you I am; you’re much stronger than I gave you credit for. Are you all right? Is there anything I can do for you?”
The brunet had finally gotten over his shock and looked up at the older vampire with a smirk on his face.
“Well, for starters, you could tell me what the hell you’re talkin’ about.”
Angel looked at him in confusion, then looked at the room’s other two occupants hoping for some explanation. They too looked as if they wanted an answer to Spike’s question.
“Buffy told me about your soul.”
The brunet jumped back as if he’d been burned.
“Oi! No soul here. You’ve mistaken me for the other Spike.”
Spike pointed to the blond who was now snickering in Xander’s arms.
“He’s the one with the soul.”
“But your hair…?”
Angel trailed off as the blond started to howl with laughter. Even Xander couldn’t help but giggle.
“Oh, that’s it! I’m getting rid of this damn hair just as soon as I can find a box of color.”
He turned and glared at his lover and his twin.
“Quit yer bloody snickering. This is not funny.”
Angel finally seemed to clue in to the fact that he had just embraced and tried to comfort the wrong Spike. He took a closer look at the blond and shook his head.
“Well, I suppose there’s no point in repeating what I just said to him, to you, is there?”
“Maybe not, but you could try it anyway.”
Spike looked at Angel, searching his eyes for any trace of the affection that he once had for him; he must have found it for he smiled and stepped closer to him.
“Well? What are you waiting for, Peaches?”
Spike smiled at his sire and Angel smiled back. The older vampire quickly pulled Spike into his arms and breathed in his scent.
“I’ve missed you, boy. I’m sorry I’ve been such a horrible sire.”
“S’okay, I get it now. I don’t think I’d be able to be around my childer either now. If I had any, that is.”
“You don’t hate me then?”
“No. I did though; thought you hated me, so I hated you back. It was easier than admitting that I still loved you.”
“Oh, William. I’m so sorry.”
Xander and Spike watched the reunion with smiles on their faces. They both understood what this meant for the other two; a century-long rift was finally being mended. Spike knew how miserable he had been when he’d lost Angelus, and how he had buried any feeling he still had for his sire behind his budding feelings for Dru. He had made her the center of his world, knowing that she needed him. It was the only thing that kept him from greeting the dawn those first few months. He turned to Xander and tilted his head toward the kitchen; Xander nodded and they quietly left the room - giving sire and childe some privacy to reacquaint themselves.
Eventually, Angel let go his death grip on Spike and stepped just slightly away from him. He cupped the side of Spike’s face and tilted it up as he slowly lowered his own, giving Spike time to withdraw if he didn’t want this.
Spike stood still, his eyes never leaving those of his sire, waiting for the one thing he never thought he’d feel again - his sire’s kiss. Finally, Angel’s lips brushed over his own and he sighed with relief. He hadn’t realized quite how much he still needed Angel, not until that moment. He parted his lips in invitation, and was thrilled when Angel pulled him closer and deepened the kiss.
In the kitchen, Xander and Spike stood with their arms around each other, heads resting on each other’s shoulders. They were both wanting to do more than just hold each other, but didn’t want to distract the pair in the living room from their reunion. Finally, Spike pulled back and kissed Xander softly on the lips.
“I think it’s time we move this to the bedroom, love. Come on, we’ll gather the other two en route.”
Xander licked his lips and nodded his assent. He followed Spike out of the kitchen, stopping dead in his tracks, his mouth going dry at the sight of his blond mate and his sire devouring each other with lips and tongues. The brunet was watching the scene with more than just a casual interest as well.
“Gah.”
Xander whispered, and Spike grinned at him.
“You can say that again, pet.”
“Okay, gah.”
Spike and Angel broke apart, both turning feral gazes on the other two men before stalking toward them. Angel grabbed the other Spike and kissed him almost brutally as the blond demon claimed the lips of his human mate. Both couples continued the kiss as they walked toward the bedroom.