Quantum Xander II: In Wake of the Curse

Part 61

It was just before sunrise when Spike woke up. He noticed right away that Angel wasn’t in the bed; he extended his senses and sighed when he realized that he wasn’t even in the apartment any longer. Not wanting to disturb his lovers, he slid out of bed and padded naked to the kitchen. He was just sitting down with a mug of heated pig’s blood when he spied the paper on the table. He picked it up and began to read.


My dearest William,

Or should I say Williams? This is very confusing, and I extend my sympathies to Xander. I can’t imagine how he copes with the two of you every day. Not that it would be a hardship having two of you, just confusing, and maybe I should start over?

I had to leave this morning before the sun came up; I have responsibilities in L.A. and I had to go back. I would have awakened you - all three of you, but you looked so peaceful, so serene. I couldn’t bring myself to disturb any of you.

Buffy has asked me to head up the second line of defense - in case this thing gets past her and the rest of you, I’ll be there to try and stop it. I know it’s a foolish idea; if two slayers, a bunch of potential slayers, two master vampires, a warlock, two witches and a watcher can’t stop this, what chance do I have? None, but who am I to argue with Buffy?

Spike, Will, what happened between us, it was more than I ever expected. I have missed you, terribly. I know that doesn’t make up for everything that you have been through, but it’s true. If I had the chance to do it over again, I never would have left you. I do love you. Both of you; you are both my childe, my William, my sweet boy.

As for Xander, I have to say that I am impressed by him. He has come a long way from the boy I first met, and I am proud to call him family. You have chosen well, Will. Xander is a fine man, and will be a great addition to our family.

If we all survive this, and I have every confidence that we will, I hope you will come to L.A. to visit with me; I’d like to introduce you to my son - even though he hates me. Maybe if he sees that I have people who love me - you do love me, right? - then he might think he could love me too, one day.

I have to admit that I am jealous of you. You have been given a rare and precious gift, my boy, unconditional love. I wandered for decades, lost in my own grief and pain before I rejoined the world once more. The guilt I felt over my actions was a constant source of pain and I had no one to share it with, no one to help me adjust. You have had your soul for only a short while and you seem to have come to grips with it so easily; I envy you your support, your friends and family. Hold on to them, Will, for they are precious.

I wish you only the best in life, and I hope you will take me up on my offer to come to L.A. I would love to see you all again. If there is anything I can ever do, anything, please don’t hesitate to ask. I owe Xander the biggest debt of gratitude - a debt I will never be able to repay, but I will try to. Please, all of you, be careful when you go up against The First. I don’t want to lose you, not when I’ve just found you again.

Will, there is something you should know. When I came here, I brought with me an amulet, I don’t know what it does, but I was told that it would be an asset to the fight. It can only be worn by a champion - a souled being, who is stronger than a human. I thought it would be me. Buffy said that she wanted you to have it. That you had earned the right to be a champion. To be her champion.

I don’t know if this helps you, but she chose you - not me - to be at her side for the end of the world. You have proven yourself worthy, and for what it’s worth, she thinks of you as a friend. Buffy doesn’t consider just anyone a friend. Go see her today, Will. Get the amulet, wear it with pride; you’ve earned it.

With love,

Angel


Spike folded the letter and got up and put it in his duster pocket. If it all went bad, he wanted these words to go with him. Angel had said he loved him, said he was worthy, called him a champion. It was more than he had ever hoped for when getting his soul back. So, he didn’t get the girl, so what? He got more than that. He got Xander, he got his sire back, he got an interesting bed partner in the form of his double, and he got to save the world - be a champion - not bad for a former evil, soulless bloodsucker. Not bad for a soft-hearted former poet, either.

Spike went back to the bedroom and stood in the doorway. He watched his mate and his double sleeping entwined together in the bed and smiled. He was surprised at the lack of jealousy he felt toward the other vamp. The fact that Xander was still his, still loved him, made all the difference. And he knew that the other Spike would fight just as hard as he would to keep Xander safe. It was good for Xander, having them both here, and that was enough to make Spike accept him.

Shaking off his morose thoughts, Spike slipped back into bed and spooned against the warm back of his mate. Xander stirred briefly, reaching behind him with one arm to pull Spike closer before falling back into a deep, restful sleep. Spike sighed in contentment and let himself drift off as well.

When he woke later, he was lying on his back with Xander sprawled across his chest and the other Spike was absent. He listened closely and determined that the other him was in the kitchen, it sounded like he was cooking.

Xander shifted in his sleep and rubbed the lower half of his body enticingly against the vampire. Spike reflexively bucked his hips up against him and groaned softly. Xander wriggled closer and thrust against him again.

Spike knew that Xander was still asleep, he was merely reacting to his close proximity. He wished he were awake; he wanted him. Then again, he always wanted him these days. He thought about all the wasted years they could have been together and kicked himself mentally. When Angel had offered him up at the high school, he should have taken him then, but he’d been too wrapped up in Dru.

“And look how well that turned out.”

He muttered softly. Then there was the kidnapping; he had thought about turning Red, but never even considered Xander. After the chip, he had been forced to live with Xander, and through careful observation, learned a lot about him. How brave and loyal he was, how he always thought about others before himself. At the time, Spike had ridiculed these traits, thinking it would be the young man’s undoing.

Now though, now he could look back and see that Xander had always been more than a mere acquaintance; they had a weird sort of non-friendship thing going on. They traded barbs and insults, laughed at each other’s jokes. When Spike had been at his lowest - wearing Xander’s clothes - the boy had tried to cheer him up as though they were friends. Then he saved his unlife by dragging him out of the wreckage. They should have been friends, but Spike’s vampire nature rebelled against it, and Xander was too insecure at the time. He saw any male as a threat to his status in the group. Then again, if he hadn’t been under that spell, things probably would have turned out differently.

It had to be like this, though; he knew that. If Xander hadn’t been cursed, he never would have learned about the spell on him, he never would have found his own power, and he never would have fallen in love with a damaged vampire - which ultimately led to falling in love with him. For Spike’s part, he needed to go through what he had, too. If he hadn’t been chipped, he never would have gotten to know these humans who stood up to evil on a nightly basis. He would never have fallen in love with Buffy, never gotten his soul back, and never had to be rescued from the basement of the high school by the man who was slowly coming awake in his arms. All in all, things worked out fine.

“Mornin’, love.”

Xander lifted his head and placed a soft sweet kiss on Spike’s lips before snuggling back down on his chest.

“Morning, Spike. Where’s Spike and Angel?"

“Angel’s gone back to L.A., pet. He had to go before the sun came up. Spike’s in the kitchen making brekkies.”

“Hmm, so we’re all alone?”

Xander accompanied that question with a small roll of his hips. Spike groaned and shifted underneath him so that Xander was settled between his thighs.

“That we are, love; any idea on what we should do to pass the time?”

“I can think of one or two things we could do.”

Xander began rubbing against his mate and Spike brought his legs up and wrapped them around Xander’s back. Their cocks brushed together and both men moaned.

“Just like that, love. Keep going.”

Xander continued to rub their erections together as he thrust and writhed against his mate. He bared his throat in invitation, wanting to feel Spike’s fangs in him, drawing on his blood, connecting them in the most primal of ways.

“You too, love. Please.”

Spike brought Xander’s lips to his throat as he turned his head enough to reach his mate’s neck as well. Xander clamped his blunt human teeth onto Spike’s flesh and bit deeply even as he felt Spike’s fangs penetrate him. He tasted blood in his mouth and sucked hard. Spike bucked and writhed beneath him as he quickened the pace of his rutting. Xander released the vampire’s throat as he threw his head back and screamed with the force of his orgasm. Spike thrust twice more and then he too came with a howl.

The sound of clapping brought both men out of their post-orgasmic haze, and as one they turned to look at the doorway where the darker-haired Spike was leaning against the open door, slowly fisting his cock and looking at them appreciatively.

“Bloody good show you put on.”

He leered at them and stalked toward the bed.

“But I’m left somewhat… unsatisfied. Think you could do something about that?”

“What did you have in mind?”

Xander looked at his flaccid penis and hoped that Spike didn’t want to be fucked; he wasn’t sure he could manage just yet.

“Hmm, thought perhaps I’d like to bury myself in that pretty arse of yours. If you’ve no objection to that?”

He quirked his scarred eyebrow at Xander and then chuckled at how fast he rolled over and spread himself.

“Want me, love?”

“Always.”

It was the blond’s turn to watch as his double leaned in and claimed their mate’s lips in a possessive kiss. He reached into the drawer and pulled out the lube, passing it over to the dark-haired vampire and then propping himself up against the headboard to enjoy the show.

Neither the dark-haired vampire nor the human minded the audience. In fact it was kind of hot, knowing they were being watched. As Spike stretched Xander he watched his double take himself in hand and start stroking his renewed erection.

Spike knew that he was a narcissist; that wasn’t news to him, but he’d never thought that watching himself could be so erotic. He was even entertaining thoughts of fucking, and being fucked by his souled doppelganger. Not something he would normally consider. He’d only been willingly topped by Angelus and Xander. He hadn’t thought he’d ever want that with anyone else, but the remembrance of how his double had rimmed him, the self confidence in his technique - knowing he was doing everything exactly the right way - was making him wonder what it would feel like to be taken by him, to take him in return. He knew he could make the other vampire scream from pleasure.

He locked eyes with his double as he slid into the warm body of their mate. Hooking Xander’s feet over his shoulders, he set a relentless pace, driving into Xander again and again. Xander cried out as he felt Spike’s cock ram into his prostate. He felt his orgasm building and bared his throat to his dark-haired mate. He felt the sharp ivory points tear into him and he screamed out in ecstasy.

Spike tore his mouth away from Xander as he howled out his climax. He turned his head in time to see the blond stiffen and then spill his seed over his own fist. He licked the blood from his lips and then lowered Xander’s legs before collapsing on top of him.

“I don’t think I can move.”

Xander muttered weakly. The brunet vampire chuckled and kissed him before rolling off to the side of him.

“Well, I was coming in here to tell you I made pancakes, but if you’re too tired to eat them…”

Xander was up and out of bed before Spike finished speaking. He pulled on his boxers and then looked at his lovers, who were both still naked and lounging in the bed.

“Food? Please?”

The blond smiled and got up; he pulled on his jeans and then tossed the brunet his pants as well.

“Alright, love. We’ll feed you, but then we have to go to the slayer’s. Turns out she’s got a prezzie for me.”

Xander and the dark-haired Spike exchanged looks of confusion but followed the blond out of the bedroom.