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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Adult ++
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65
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~PART 62~
Part 62
They were all gathered in Buffy’s living room; Spike had the amulet tucked safely away in his duster while he watched his mate and his former lover having a heated conversation across the room.
“Well, Xan? What do you think?”
“That depends. Are you in any way… kidding?”
“You don’t think it’s a good idea?”
Buffy tilted her head in question and Faith took the opportunity to cut in.
“It’s pretty radical, B.”
Giles stood up from his place by the window and approached the small group.
“It’s a lot more than that. Buffy, what you said, it-it flies in the face of everything we’ve ever-every generation has ever done in the fight against evil. I think it’s bloody brilliant.”
Buffy beamed at her mentor and former watcher.
“You mean that?”
“If you want my opinion.”
Giles returned the smile.
“I really do.”
Xander shook his head and took a deep breath.
“Whoa, hey. Not to poop on the party here, but I’m the guy that’s gonna have to pull this thing off.”
“It is beaucoup d’mojo.”
Faith again. Xander nodded and looked over at his mates before continuing.
“This goes beyond anything I’ve ever done. It’s a total loss of control, and not in a nice, wholesome, my boyfriend knows how to wield a flogger, kinda way.”
Xander looked over at Dawn and ducked his head in embarrassment. He heard his lovers snickering and silently vowed to get even.
“I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t think you could do it. Xander. I know you have the power; you brought Spike back from dust. You can do this.”
“I had help. I had Willow and Tara.”
“I’ll help you, Xander. So will Willow.”
Xander - as well as everyone else - looked over to where Willow was trying to blend into the background.
“I-I’m not sure that I’m stable enough.”
“You can do this, Willow.”
Dawn’s eyes widened and she looked at Xander.
“Oh! Flogger, I get it now.”
“Dawn needs to do a research thing.”
Buffy was in full-on panic mode. Xander shook his head fondly. Sure, let the kid stay and fight The First Evil, but anything to do with sex and Buffy didn’t know what to do. Giles, it seemed, was no better.
“Yes, you do.”
“That’s cool. Watcher junior to the library.”
Giles went off with Dawn and Buffy and the two vampires approached their mate and wrapped him in their arms.
“Hmmm, wholesome and flogger. Not two things I’d ever put in the same sentence. How about you mate?”
“Nope, we must be doing something wrong. Think we’ll have time to remedy that later tonight?”
“We’ll make time. Won’t we Xan-pet?”
Two pairs of crystal blue eyes looked up at him in anticipation. Xander swallowed and cleared his throat.
“Okay.”
It still came out as a squeak. The brunet Spike threw his arm around Xander’s shoulders and led him toward the doorway.
“Come on, love. We’ll go assemble the cannon-fodder.”
“Um, Spike? Let’s not call them that, okay?”
Xander ducked out from under Spike’s arm and walked out. Spike shrugged his shoulders and put his arm over the blond vampire’s shoulder and together they followed him.
After rounding up all the S.I.T.s, Xander and the Spikes were sitting around in the living room, the vamps a little miffed that they weren’t going to get any alone time with Xander anytime soon. Buffy had decided, and Xander had agreed, that it would be safer for everyone to stick together. Therefore, they were spending the night at Casa de Summers.
Xander had sent Andrew downstairs to bring up a bottle of the whiskey that he knew Spike had stashed down there, and his mates were currently enjoying the intoxication; soon they would be enjoying the unconsciousness, once the alcohol kicked in.
Willow and Tara were sitting on the stairs, Tara was calming Willow, telling her that she would be fine, that this wasn’t a misuse of her power, but a necessary glitch in her recovery, and that she would be right there with her, every step of the way.
Dawn was curled up in the corner chair with a large dusty tome. She looked like she was really getting into her junior watcher title. Xander wasn’t surprised; she needed to fit in somewhere - feel like she was contributing something to the effort - and with all these potential slayers around, fighting was pretty much covered.
Giles, Andrew, and Amanda - one of the S.I.T.s - were sitting around the table in the kitchen. Xander decided to join them. He kissed his mates and then left them to their disgruntled drinking session.
A while later, they were still there. Xander and Giles were bent over a map, Xander trying to explain the situation to the older man.
“Xander? I’m-I’m-I’m all turned around. You’re here?”
Xander pointed to an area on the map.
“By the pillar, yeah. I’m protecting this area.”
“That puts me over by the door. Demons around the perimeter- Right! I open the door.”
Andrew reads aloud from a book on his lap
“You go through the door and are confronted by Trogdor the Burninator.”
“Oh, bugger it. Fight. ”
Giles rolled the dice before taking a sip from his glass.
“Adios to 5 hit points. Trogdor has badly wounded you.”
Andrew smirked at the older man.
“Well, wait a minute. What about my… ”
Giles put on his glasses and then continued
“…bag of illusions?”
Andrew scoffed at him.
“Illusions against a Burninator? Silly, silly British man.”
Amanda cut in.
“I invoke a time flux on Trogdor.”
Andrew looked at Amanda like she had just said Janeway was sexier than Seven of Nine.
“Step down, girlfriend, you can’t just…”
“Ninth level sorcerer, and I carry the emerald chalice. Trogdor is frozen in time. Deal with it.”
Xander laughed and looked at Andrew, taking in the sight of his red cloak and wondering if he was ever this much of a geek.
“Smackdown on Red Riding Hood. This could get ugly.”
Giles spluttered and put down his glass.
“Could it possibly get uglier? I used to be a highly respected watcher, and now I’m a wounded dwarf with the mystical strength of a doily. I just wish I could sleep.”
Amanda turned and rolled her eyes at him.
“What kind of person could sleep on a night like this?”
Xander looked into the living room where the two vampires were curled up together on the couch and smiled softly.
“Only the crazy ones.”
They were all gathered in Buffy’s living room; Spike had the amulet tucked safely away in his duster while he watched his mate and his former lover having a heated conversation across the room.
“Well, Xan? What do you think?”
“That depends. Are you in any way… kidding?”
“You don’t think it’s a good idea?”
Buffy tilted her head in question and Faith took the opportunity to cut in.
“It’s pretty radical, B.”
Giles stood up from his place by the window and approached the small group.
“It’s a lot more than that. Buffy, what you said, it-it flies in the face of everything we’ve ever-every generation has ever done in the fight against evil. I think it’s bloody brilliant.”
Buffy beamed at her mentor and former watcher.
“You mean that?”
“If you want my opinion.”
Giles returned the smile.
“I really do.”
Xander shook his head and took a deep breath.
“Whoa, hey. Not to poop on the party here, but I’m the guy that’s gonna have to pull this thing off.”
“It is beaucoup d’mojo.”
Faith again. Xander nodded and looked over at his mates before continuing.
“This goes beyond anything I’ve ever done. It’s a total loss of control, and not in a nice, wholesome, my boyfriend knows how to wield a flogger, kinda way.”
Xander looked over at Dawn and ducked his head in embarrassment. He heard his lovers snickering and silently vowed to get even.
“I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t think you could do it. Xander. I know you have the power; you brought Spike back from dust. You can do this.”
“I had help. I had Willow and Tara.”
“I’ll help you, Xander. So will Willow.”
Xander - as well as everyone else - looked over to where Willow was trying to blend into the background.
“I-I’m not sure that I’m stable enough.”
“You can do this, Willow.”
Dawn’s eyes widened and she looked at Xander.
“Oh! Flogger, I get it now.”
“Dawn needs to do a research thing.”
Buffy was in full-on panic mode. Xander shook his head fondly. Sure, let the kid stay and fight The First Evil, but anything to do with sex and Buffy didn’t know what to do. Giles, it seemed, was no better.
“Yes, you do.”
“That’s cool. Watcher junior to the library.”
Giles went off with Dawn and Buffy and the two vampires approached their mate and wrapped him in their arms.
“Hmmm, wholesome and flogger. Not two things I’d ever put in the same sentence. How about you mate?”
“Nope, we must be doing something wrong. Think we’ll have time to remedy that later tonight?”
“We’ll make time. Won’t we Xan-pet?”
Two pairs of crystal blue eyes looked up at him in anticipation. Xander swallowed and cleared his throat.
“Okay.”
It still came out as a squeak. The brunet Spike threw his arm around Xander’s shoulders and led him toward the doorway.
“Come on, love. We’ll go assemble the cannon-fodder.”
“Um, Spike? Let’s not call them that, okay?”
Xander ducked out from under Spike’s arm and walked out. Spike shrugged his shoulders and put his arm over the blond vampire’s shoulder and together they followed him.
After rounding up all the S.I.T.s, Xander and the Spikes were sitting around in the living room, the vamps a little miffed that they weren’t going to get any alone time with Xander anytime soon. Buffy had decided, and Xander had agreed, that it would be safer for everyone to stick together. Therefore, they were spending the night at Casa de Summers.
Xander had sent Andrew downstairs to bring up a bottle of the whiskey that he knew Spike had stashed down there, and his mates were currently enjoying the intoxication; soon they would be enjoying the unconsciousness, once the alcohol kicked in.
Willow and Tara were sitting on the stairs, Tara was calming Willow, telling her that she would be fine, that this wasn’t a misuse of her power, but a necessary glitch in her recovery, and that she would be right there with her, every step of the way.
Dawn was curled up in the corner chair with a large dusty tome. She looked like she was really getting into her junior watcher title. Xander wasn’t surprised; she needed to fit in somewhere - feel like she was contributing something to the effort - and with all these potential slayers around, fighting was pretty much covered.
Giles, Andrew, and Amanda - one of the S.I.T.s - were sitting around the table in the kitchen. Xander decided to join them. He kissed his mates and then left them to their disgruntled drinking session.
A while later, they were still there. Xander and Giles were bent over a map, Xander trying to explain the situation to the older man.
“Xander? I’m-I’m-I’m all turned around. You’re here?”
Xander pointed to an area on the map.
“By the pillar, yeah. I’m protecting this area.”
“That puts me over by the door. Demons around the perimeter- Right! I open the door.”
Andrew reads aloud from a book on his lap
“You go through the door and are confronted by Trogdor the Burninator.”
“Oh, bugger it. Fight. ”
Giles rolled the dice before taking a sip from his glass.
“Adios to 5 hit points. Trogdor has badly wounded you.”
Andrew smirked at the older man.
“Well, wait a minute. What about my… ”
Giles put on his glasses and then continued
“…bag of illusions?”
Andrew scoffed at him.
“Illusions against a Burninator? Silly, silly British man.”
Amanda cut in.
“I invoke a time flux on Trogdor.”
Andrew looked at Amanda like she had just said Janeway was sexier than Seven of Nine.
“Step down, girlfriend, you can’t just…”
“Ninth level sorcerer, and I carry the emerald chalice. Trogdor is frozen in time. Deal with it.”
Xander laughed and looked at Andrew, taking in the sight of his red cloak and wondering if he was ever this much of a geek.
“Smackdown on Red Riding Hood. This could get ugly.”
Giles spluttered and put down his glass.
“Could it possibly get uglier? I used to be a highly respected watcher, and now I’m a wounded dwarf with the mystical strength of a doily. I just wish I could sleep.”
Amanda turned and rolled her eyes at him.
“What kind of person could sleep on a night like this?”
Xander looked into the living room where the two vampires were curled up together on the couch and smiled softly.
“Only the crazy ones.”