Fisi Mtima

Title: Fisi Mtima, Chapter Six
Author: frk_werewolf
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Pairing: Xander/Spike
Rating: NC-17
Chapter Summary: Thoughts and people clash.
Notes: this is a lot shorter than my other chapters, I was planning on making it longer but it seemed best to leave it where it is.

.Chapter Six.

Tomorrow came, and Xander found that he didn't have the energy to think about what was going on with Spike. Instead, he was stuck in a mental showdown, trying to figure out which thoughts were the hyena's and which were his own. What struck as odd, was that they all felt so normal. It wasn't like before.

Before the repossession Xander had been aware of the hyena, but he never actually connected with it. He felt its presence, but didn't speak with it. When he was possessed, both times being included, Xander was the separate being. He still didn't communicate with the hyena. He simply watched from the inside.

But now, after the spell, Xander didn't feel the hyena as a separate entity. Xander could see differences in his thinking, his body, and his senses. He was quicker. He was stronger. He could smell each and every scent. He could hear a whispered conversation between his parents on the second floor if he chose to. He saw the Scooby Gang and knew, without even debating, that they were his pack. The only difference was that he wasn't feeling so controlling over them. Which Xander thought was a good thing, because Buffy was once again falling into her theme song: I'm every Slayer, it's all in me.

One week. That was how long Xander took to avoid and ignore Spike. Spike seemed to understand this, in some way, because he never showed up when Xander was around. Or maybe it was a coincidence. Xander wasn't really comfortable with the idea of Spike thinking about him, even if it was just to decide whether to be around him or not. Xander wasn't comfortable about thinking of Spike, period. Yet he seemed to do more of that than anything.

It was unnerving. Annoying. Disturbing. In other words, he hated it. This vampire was the enemy. Okay, so maybe that was a bit dramatic. But at the moment, Xander wanted that sort of drama. Instead of the drama he was now facing. Honestly, you would think the demons in this town would take a rest.

"What did it look like?" Giles was asking. Buffy waved her arms aroin ein exaggeration before answering.

"It was huge! And green."

"Large and of green coloration?" Giles asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah." Buffy nodded.

"Anything else?" Giles questioned.

"It was kind of dark." Buffy told him.

"Alright." Giles sighed and began pulling mountains of books off of shelves to look through. Xander let out a breath of frustration before accepting a stack of books.

That's when Spike showed up. Xander stiffened immediately, not looking over his shoulder to see the blonde vampire. He knew that's who it was, without seeing him. The way his boots echoed off the floor and the slight scent of leather and menthol cigarettes gave him away. Xander found himself breathing in that scent, his body suddenly feeling calm just by the smell. In the back of his head, his mind was in an uproar of excitement. He felt the strange need to rush over to Spike and check him for injuries.

Xander pushed the thought away.

"Spike, what do you want?" Buffy asked with agitation.

"Though I'd come by and see if there are any new nasties." Spike said calmly. He risked a glance at Xander, only to find him staring forward in concentration. He looked back at Buffy. She raised an eyebrow at him. Frowning, Spike walked over to a nearby hair and slumped down in it.

"I saw a strange demon earlier, otherwise it's been slow." Buffy admitted.

"Whave ave you been up to?" Willow asked.

"Little of this and little that." Spike grinned. "Miss me, Red?"

"No more than usual." Willow replied. "Though, I can think of someone who missed you more."

"Is that so?" Spike asked, tilting his head. Willow grinned and allowed her eyes to travel over to Xander's stiff form. "So, whelp, how is rec recovery going?"

"Huh? Recovery?" Xander frowned in confusion.

"Was wondering if you still felt those primal urges." Spike told him, smirking. Xander blushed heavily. "I miss having a stalker, even if it was you."

"I didn't stalk you." Xander grounded out through gritted teeth, his face turning even brighter. Spike nodded sagely. "I didn't! It wasn't my fault!"

"Oh?"

"It... You!" Xander stammered. "If you didn't smell so damn good none of this would of happened!"

Silence filled the room. Xander could feel the tension, he could smell the shock. Deep within, he felt something stir. Slowly, he looked up at the vampire. Spike looked like he wanted tn awn away, at least that's what his features let out. Xander could tell the difference, though. His scent had changed. Morphing from amusement to shock to the smallest amount of unease to finally settling on what Xander could only identify as arousal.

Spike's clear blue eyes met his, and Xander's mind screamed.

Xander stood abruptly, knocking the book in his lap onto the floor. In one smooth movement he spun on his heel and stormed out the door. He could feel the vampire behind him. He walked away from the Magic Box, unaware of his actual destination. His whole mind was centered on the being a few feet away.

Spike watched Xander ahead of him. The boy was moving fast, at a running speed despite only walking. Or rather, from Spike's stand point, sauntering. They were a good distance from the Magic Box when Xander whipped around. Spike felt inhumanly strong hands grab his leather duster by the lapels. He was dragged forward and then slammed against the nearest wall. Gasping for un-needed breath, Spike shook his head to clear his vision and stared down at angry chocolate brown eyes.

"Problem, love?" Spike asked softly, ignoring Xander's painful grip.

"Yeah, Spike, I do have a problem." Xander growled. Spike gulped at the animalistic way Xander spoke. "Take a guess, Spike. Take a wild guess. Why am I so angry? Take a fucking guess."

"I don't-"

"You must know, Spike." Xander interrupted, his eyes flashing. Spike felt, deep within, slightly relieved that they were not glowing green. They remained brown, and Spike hoped that meant Xander was still himself.

"Harris-" Xander pressed Spike harder against the wall. "I mean, Xander. I really don't know what you're on about. Now put me down."

"No." Xander replied, leaning in close. "I won't put you down. You can't order me around, Spike."

"I figured that out, mate." Spike glared.

"Good." Xander grinned slowly, a sight that sent shivers down Spike's spine. "Now, why am I so mad at you? It's an interesting thing, Spike. Very interesting."

"Care to share?" Spike asked.

"I think I will." Xander said. "You see, I have a problem with you staring me down like some minion. I have a problem with you insulting me in front of the pack."

"I was doing no such thing." Spike denied quickly.

"Liar. Liar. Pants. On. Fire." Xander said slowly. His teeth suddenly looked sharp in the lighting, giving Xander a feral look. Spike closed his eyes for a moment. When he opened them, Xander's eyes had taken on a completely different aspect.

"What do you want?" Spike asked, his voice sounding loud in the surrounding silence. And for a moment Spike begged for a demon to show up. He begged for a way out of this conversation and Xander's bruising hands.

"I remember, you know." Xander suddenly announced. "I remember the hyena watching you, smelling you. From a steel cage in my own mind I watched you writhe and twist in pleasure under the hyena. Those memories... I know they are not fully mine, but they feel like it. They feel as real to me as they are to you. Do you remember, Spike? Me thrusting inside of you? Filling you up?"

Spike whimpered, a sound that was extremely soft. Xander heard it non the less.

"You do? Thawondwonderful." Xander tilted his head. "The hyena is now me, Spike. We are one. So, tell me, how does it feel? How do you feel knowing that you submitted yourself to the Zeppo? And so easily..."

"Bugger off." Spike growled. He didn't want to be aroused by Xander's words. He could handle thinking it was the hyena. That it was a strong predator that sneaked it's way into his senses and managed to strip him of his own defenses. But he could smell it on Xander. The predatory gaze. Thent ent of arousal and strength. Dominance. Alpha.

"I'd rather bugger you." Xander replied, a soft chuckle escaping his throat.

"It won't happen." Spike replied. Xander pressed his body against Spike's, releasing his hold of the duster. Spike slid down the wall, trapped between cold brick and a warm body. He looked up and met Xander's eyes defiantly, but he did not move.

Xander's face was close to his own, but Spike refused to make a sound. Even when Xander's scent enveloped him, a new mixture of animal and man, Spike cut off his moan. He tried to ignore Xander. But when Xander's lips met his own, Spike was unable to resist. The pressure sent a wave of what could only be described as tingles down his body.

Opening his mouth to the attack, Spike squeezed his eyes closed and hoped he was imagining this. His mind and body seemed to be a total odds. Mentally, he wanted to stop Xander. Get him away before more happens. Physically, he craved the touch. Something within him reacted to Xander in a way that was more powerful than before their moment of sexual bliss. Something told him that this was right. This was, inevitably, what he needed.

Xander's tongue slipped into his mouth, caressing his gums and teeth. It stroked his now blunt canines and a feeling that Spike could never explain washed through him. A loud groan escaped. Xander pulled back and smiled. His brown eyes looked near black, the eye-lids drooped in lust. Xander breathed calmly, continuing to hold the vampire against the wall while he panted.

"Isn't it amazing?" Xander asked softly. "You know... I hated this idea. I really despised the notion that I could want you, need you... Crave you. But I do, Spike. And I'm tired of fighting it, how about you? I know. You better believe I know."

"You don't know anything." Spike growled.

"Don't I?" Xander smirked and slide one hand down the front of Spike body until it rested on his hardening cock. He squeezed the cloth-covered bulge. "Didn't that kiss make your insides burn and your mind roar to life? It certainly made something come to life."

"Stop." Spike demanded, though it was a weak attempt.

"You sure?" Xander asked, though he did move his hand away.

"Positive." Spike said. He closed his eyes again, blocking out the view of Xander's pleasantly smiling face. How could the whelp be so calm about this? To Spike, the whole scenario was bizarre, and he was a vampire so he had seen some weird things.

"Spike." Xander literally hummed the word. "William the Bloody. I rather like that. It's better than Spike. It's sexier."

"Look, mate, I-"

"Mate?" Xander interrupted. Spike opened his eyes, connecting with the thoughtful browns. "You are, you know. That's why I feel this way. That's the reason."

"I'm not your mate, Xander." Spike said slowly, hoping to break through the man's thick brain.

Xander suddenly jerked back, stumbling away from him. His face had a look of fury that Spike had only seen directed towards him once before, when he had kidnapped Red. Spike stayed perfectly still, not wanting to startle Xander in anyway. Xander was pacing, his eyes flashing like a wild animal. Spike could literally see the struggle through those eyes.

Xander felt lost. He felt angry, scared, and confused. But mostly he felt lost. What was happening? He could feel the tingle that Spike's lips had left on his own, he could taste him in his mouth. Xander covered his face with his hands and sat down on the sidewalk with a thump. His mind was pounding and heart was catching up to the fast rhythm. Thoughts whirled through his mind. He could only catch fragments.

Find mate.

Get away from Spike.

What's going on?

Find mate.

Explain. Explain. Explain.

Find mate. Dominate mate.

Why am I think this way?

Check on Spike. Make sure he's okay.

Explain myself.

Protect mate.

Mate? Xander didn't understand at all. Curling up his legs, he wrapped his arms around his knees and rested his forehead against them. His breathing finally calmed. Behind him he could sense Spike. No heartbeat, no breathing. Just a still figure, setting of a scent of confusion and frustration. Xander understood Spike's turmoil perfectly. He didn't know what was going either.

He knew this much: It had to be the union of the hyena and himself. Maybe he just needed to adjust to this. Perhaps this is what Angel feels like with his soul, with two separate beings constantly battling it out. But Xander wasn't exactly battling the hyena anymore, was he? They were joined, a perfect union. Xander was battling his own thoughts. Those were his thoughts.

His mate.

The thought hit him like a ton of bricks and he felt a shudder run through his body. Spike must be laughing his ass off. But the vampire wasn't moving. Instead he watched with wary eyes as Xander shivered the in the warm California night air. He didn't approach him, he couldn't approach him. His own insides were churning, like something was setting an alarm off.

What was going on?