White Knight's War

The White Knight’s War

Author :~ pixel
Rated: R mostly, but maybe some NC-17 later ~
depends how it goes
Ship: xander/graham/oc
Disclaimer: I own nothing, claim nothing, they all
still belong to Joss et al and I’m just borrowing for
a while.
Authors Notes 1: Ok this is probably going to have
slash, bad language, character death and buffy bashing
~ so if you don’t like ~ don’t read. I don’t have a beta
so all mistakes are mine ~ if you point them out I’ll
try to fix them. There’s an explanation etc in prologue.
Authors Notes 2: Please make an author happy and
review and I promise it’ll make me write quicker.
Thanks to those who commented so far. I do
appreciate it

Authors Notes 3: for the purposes of this chapter
everything in italics is a flashback/memory

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How We Came To This ~ Part 4


Dawn giggled as she saw how her small display of power
had shocked Angel and his friends. “Isn’t it great Spike,
you should see me when I access all of it, I took out a
whole nest by myself,” she squeaked as Xander’s arms
tightened almost painfully around her waist.


“You did what?”


“Erm…not a nest ……a couple of vamps, I kinda came
across by accident…… when I was out……getting ice-cream.”


“Dawn, dammit I told you to stick to the hotel, not go
off hunting by yourself.”


“I have to learn how to use this Xan, I need to be a
part of this.”


“You are. But if I catch you heading out alone again,
I’ll ground you for the rest of your natural life.
Understand?”


“I’m not a kid any more Xander. You can’t ground me.”


“Want to bet.”


“Kennedy goes out on her own.”


Xander’s gaze shifted to the young Slayer, “Not any
more she doesn’t. I’ll lock you in your room if I
have to Dawn. I’m not losing you, just ‘cos you think
you’ve got something to prove, you can handle
yourself better than most but I’m not letting you
throw your life away.”


“Fine, spoil my fun.”


“Niblet, listen to Xander, if you want to go out I’ll
watch over you.” Spike couldn’t get over how much
the young girl had grown and changed, but he was
as determined as ever to protect her, even from
herself.


“Fine, but you two are going to have to accept that
I’m all grown up now. No more frightening off my
dates and treating me like I’m twelve.”


Spike’s face was a picture of fury as he looked at
Xander, “You let her date!”


“No, absolutely not. Dawn we talked about this
remember. You don’t get to date until you’re thirty,
at least.”


“God you two are so pathetic, you’d think I was
still a virgin the way you carry on.”


Dawn found herself dumped unceremoniously
onto the floor; a second later Xander and Spike
were looming over her.


“What the hell are you talking about Dawnie?”


“Who was it, I’ll fucking eviscerate the bastard?”


They spoke simultaneously and Dawn just wished
she’d kept her mouth shut. Then she remembered
that she didn’t have to answer to anyone and
drawing up to her full height she glared at both
of them. “For the last time, I’m not a child. The
who doesn’t really matter, it was a very sweet boy
I met in Rome. I love you both, but this is my life
and you two need to just Butt Out.”
The last part was practically shrieked in their faces.


Xander knew this wasn’t the time so he let it slide
for now. “Ok Dawn, but we will be talking about this.”
He sat back down pulling her into his lap again.
Spike moved back to his chair, but his mind was
whirring, just why was it bothering him so much?
He’d always loved Dawn, looked out for her, but
when she’d spoken he’d felt almost….jealous.


Knowing that Angel was probably growing impatient
with the by-play and not wanting the vampire to
start asking questions again, Xander started to
tell his story. “After we closed the Hellmouth I
needed to get away for awhile. Seven years of
fighting and I was just kinda sick of it. I needed
some time and space; so when Giles asked me
to go to Africa and start locating the Slayers
there I jumped at the chance.”


“Surprised the demon-bint let you do that,
she’s not the type to rough it and I never
figured she’d let you walk away again.” Spike
wished he’d not spoken when he caught the
waves of grief and loss coming from Xander.


“I forgot you didn’t know. Anya didn’t make
it out. She died saving Andrew. And what a
fucking waste that was.” Xander’s voice was
thick with pain and he barely noticed the
sympathetic looks he was getting from
everyone in the room.


“I’m sorry pet, she didn’t deserve that.
She was something special.”


“I know Spike, it’s ok, been awhile you
know? She would be glad you’re back, you
were one of the few people who she thought
of as a friend; you accepted her,
inappropriate conversation, gross stories
and all. Anyway, I was grieving and much as
I loved them I couldn’t take being around
the girls. They were all so happy it was over
and I didn’t begrudge them that, but it was
hard to be part of it. Africa gave me a
chance to grieve and to move on. I never
expected to love it as much as I did, but it
was like coming home. I felt like I belonged
there.


I seemed to be as much of a Slayer magnet
as I used to be a demon magnet back in the
Dale, I seemed to find them without any real
effort. It was easier then Europe and the US,
a lot of the tribes held to the old beliefs, still
believed in demons and quite a few
remembered legends of Slayers. The
hardest part was convincing them to go to
England, it was such a huge step for most of
them and their families weren’t happy about
it either. At first it went to plan, the girls
would go to the academy and whilst they were
there Giles would make sure they kept in close
contact with their families, then they’d come
back once they were trained, to protect their
homes.


Some of them refused to go and I really didn’t
know what to do with them at first, I mean
they had to learn about their gifts but I was in
no position to force them and I never stayed
in one place long enough to train them myself.
Then one night I was out on patrol with a
couple of Slayers who were just back from
training and we ran into Riley. I still kinda had
some trust issues, after everything the
Initiative did, but after a few weeks I realised
how different they were. When he suggested
they help out, train the Slayers who didn’t want
to leave, I jumped at the chance. Giles had to
do some fast talking to get the rest of the
Council to agree but in the end it worked out.
Once we had everything set up and I was sure
it was going to work I set out again, ‘cos there
were still new girls to find. Riley wanted to send
a squad with me, he really hated the idea of
me wandering round the place alone, but I
knew having a bunch of soldiers along would
spook people so in the end it was just me
and Graham.” Xander turned to look at his
lover and when everyone saw their hands move
together and their fingers entwine they knew
there was a whole story there they weren’t being
told.


It had been tough at first, travelling with
someone else. Xander had spent so much time
alone he’d almost forgotten how to make idle
conversation. He’d become a far different
person to the babbling teenager from Sunnydale.
Graham had made things easy for him though,
the older man was quiet too, and after awhile
Xander began to appreciate the company.
They travelled from village to village picking up
Slayers when they found them and sending
them to Riley. They also took time to learn
about local legends and customs, anything
that might help them and their girls survive longer.


Later on they’d become so easy around each
other that Xander had wandered how he’d
done this alone, he became used to the
other man’s presence and realised how
much he’d come to rely on him. As time
went by that sense of comradeship deepened,
first into friendship, then love. Xander could
never pin-point when it happened, he just
knew that one day he looked at Graham
and knew he loved him. All his previous
relationships had started with a mad rush
of passion that he’d given into without thought.
This was different, he’d fallen deeply in love
and they hadn’t so much as kissed.


After that Xander had become hyper-aware
of Graham’s every comment, every movement,
he was desperate to know if his feelings were
returned, but terrified of losing the strong
relationship they’d built. When he was pretty
sure Graham did return his feelings he knew
he’d have to be the one to make the first
move, ‘cos Graham was obviously holding
back. The older man had heard many of
Riley’s old Sunnydale stories and probably
assumed that Xander was completely straight.


So one night when they were camped alone
as they travelled to yet another village,
Xander took his heart in his hands and
decided to go for it. They were sat beside
the fire, the flames providing a faint light,
just enjoying the quiet of the night and the
warmth the fire provided. Xander took a
deep breath and turned to face Graham,
catching the man’s face lightly in his hand
he’d leaned in and brushed their lips gently
together. When Graham didn’t respond he’d
pulled back and started to apologise, but
Graham had silenced him with a finger to his
lips. This time it was Graham who held Xander’s
face, as he looked deep into his eye.


“Xander are you sure about this? I don’t want
you waking up with regrets, I don’t want to
lose what we have.”


“I’m sure,” Xander figured he may as well
get everything out whilst he was at it, “I love
you, I want this. I’m sure and I promise no
regrets. I……” Xander continued to babble
but was cut off abruptly when Graham
crushed their mouths together. Whatever
he’d been about to say was driven from his
mind as the touch of Graham’s lips and the
taste of the man he’d come to love drove
all rational thought from his mind.


He felt Graham rip his shirt from his body
and then that wonderful mouth moved
down his chest, nipping and biting and
suckling on Xander’s hardened nipples.
Xander groaned and felt his head fall
back as the passion coursed through him.
He desperately pulled at Graham’s clothing,
but his fingers fumbled with the fastenings,
he wanted to feel skin to skin and couldn’t
wait. Graham pulled back just long enough
to strip the rest of their clothes away,
chuckling as Xander whimpered at the
momentary loss of contact. Coming back
together he captured Xander’s mouth
again and drew their bodies hard against
each other.


Nothing had ever felt this good to Xander,
it was as if Graham could read his mind,
know exactly where and how to touch him
to make him wild. When Graham returned
to Xander’s nipples and began sucking and
biting in earnest Xander felt himself getting
ready to come before his cock had even
been touched. Once Graham realised how
close Xander was, he moved down the
younger man’s body, kissing every inch,
then licking his way up and down Xander’s
cock. Light touches, enough to drive Xander
crazy but not enough to grant him release.
Looking up the writhing body of his lover,
seeing that one eye darkened almost black
with passion, he took pity and engulfed
Xander’s cock, sucking him deep into his
throat, he started to hum, and then
swallowed hard, ripping the orgasm from
Xander’s body.


For just a second Graham stopped, just
sat and looked at the debauched picture
in front of him. Xander was covered in sweat,
still boneless from his release, breathless
and dazed; but when he forced his eye open
and saw Graham’s lust-filled gaze he began
to harden again. They kissed, allowing
Xander to taste himself in Graham’s
mouth and before long both were lost in
passion again. Graham pushed Xander flat
on his back, and rested his body between
Xander’s legs, their cocks rubbing together;
never breaking their kiss Graham fumbled
in his trouser pocket for lube, silently
thanking any deity that cared to listen
that his hopes for Xander had led to him
carrying some around. Squeezing some
onto his hand he started to prepare his
lover. First one finger, then two,
scissoring and stretching Xander’s
loosening hole. Hearing a groan
wrenched from Xander’s lips he realised
he’d found his prostate and when he
flicked his fingers against it again
Xander arched off the ground, knowing
how close his lover was to cumming
again Graham withdrew his fingers and
then tugged Xander’s balls sharply
away from his body, causing the
younger man to whimper.


“Graham please.”


Graham pushed just the tip of his cock
inside Xander, loving the way the younger
man’s body reacted, clenching around him,
then he pulled Xander’s legs up resting
them on his shoulders and pushed the
rest of the way inside, stopping when his
balls met Xander’s ass. Xander groaned,
he’d never felt so stretched, so full, but
he needed more, “Gray…..move,”


Graham just flexed his hips slightly
brushing against Xander’s prostate but
not really stimulating it, loving the wanton
groan that Xander made as his body
twisted, desperately trying to find relief.
Knowing he couldn’t resist the pleas falling
from his lover’s lips Graham began to
move then, hard and fast. Plunging his
cock deep into Xander’s body making
Xander whimper and moan with every
thrust. Leaning forward he captured
Xander’s lips again, his tongue
mimicking his cock’s movement, in and
out, faster and faster, finally swallowing
Xander’s scream as they both found their
release. Sticky and sated they lay
together, Graham’s softening cock still
embedded in his lover sharing, lazy
kisses until they drifted into
exhausted sleep, still joined together.


“We were happy, I’d found my place,
my purpose I suppose and I didn’t want
anything to change. We started to worry
when we heard that some of the first
Slayers I’d found, the ones I’d sent to
England had stopped contacting their
families; but when I spoke to London,
they promised us that it was just that
the girls were busy and out of reach
for awhile. I trusted Giles and didn’t
push it. I should have, I should’ve
insisted on speaking to him, but that
would have meant sticking around a
city for a while and having a proper
contact number and we were enjoying
our travels too much for that.


Later we got a call, apparently the
Council had changed their minds;
they no longer wanted to allow the
girls to stay in Africa and were
insisting they come to London. I
refused, told them we had it under
control and that I wanted to hear it
from Giles, they basically told me that
he was too busy to waste time talking
to me, that I wasn’t important enough.
This time I knew something was wrong
so I tried to get a hold of Willow or Buffy
but I couldn’t track either of them down.
We were just thinking that we’d have
to go to London ourselves, when we
had a visitor.


One of the Slayers Riley had trained was
in trouble, she’d heard rumours about
a demon near her village and had gone
after it herself, without knowing what
it was or calling for back-up. She’d been
missing for three days and her family
were desperate. We were only a day’s
travel from where she’d last been seen
so we decided to check it out. We called
Riley, but they couldn’t help out ‘cos
they were just getting ready to raid
the slave auction. Besides, we didn’t
think we had time to wait.


The girl’s name was Kareesha, when
we reached her family they told us
everything they remembered. Apparently
there’d always been a lot of demon
activity in the area, but most of the
demons didn’t seem to belong there,
it was like they came for something
specific, then either disappeared or
left, they rarely bothered the humans
living there but seemed to have some
other purpose for their presence.
Kareesha had been bothered by
them and had thought she could find
out what they were doing, she’d always
been a little arrogant, always trying
to prove she didn’t need anyone, that
she was able to handle it all by herself.
We’d assigned her a Watcher, Matt,
from Riley’s squad but she refused to
work with him, thought she could do it
all herself.


She’d managed to track several of the
demons to a large cave a few miles
north of her village, they all went into
the cave but only some came back out.
She managed to catch one of the less
dangerous demons, a Lyrchsis, and
question it, it told her that there was a
power in the cave, that it was going to
get some talisman for it’s people,
that the power would give it to him.”
Xander stopped for a second and
glanced at Spike, realising that the
blond had already recognised the
description of the cave and would
have a fair idea where this story
was going.


“That night Kareesha had gone out
alone after everyone had fallen asleep,
she left a note for her Watcher saying
she needed to kill the demons, as
soon as he found the note he went
after her. Neither of them had been
seen since. Her family were devastated
but their village elders had refused
to let them go to the cave. Apparently
they’d always known the demon was
there but because the visitors left
them alone it had always been
forbidden for any of their people
to approach the cave.


We couldn’t leave it like that though,
so despite their advice we went looking
for Kareesha, she was easy enough to
track and we found the cave a few hours
later. It was completely quiet and we
couldn’t detect any sign of Kareesha
or Matt but we knew we needed to
check inside. Even though by then
I’d figured out where we were and what
was likely to happen, I thought if we
didn’t ask for anything we’d be ok.
We were attacked almost immediately
one set of demons after another but
we managed to fight our way through,
we found Kareesha and Matt’s bodies
about halfway down the cave, but we
didn’t stop, it had started out as a
rescue now I just wanted the damn
thing dead.


When we killed the last demon we
could sense something else approaching,
we couldn’t see it properly, just a pair
of glowing eyes, it asked us what we
wanted, but we kept our mouths shut,
figuring it couldn’t do anything that way.
I just wanted to kill it and get the hell
out, take Kareesha’s body back to her
family. As soon as I stepped towards
it I collapsed, I could feel my whole
body convulsing and I could see Gray
going through the same thing.”


Xander looked again at Spike who
was squirming in his seat and looking
increasingly worried, “You know Spike,
when you told us about the whole ‘going
to get your soul thing,’ you couldn’t have
mentioned that the damn thing could
read minds. I mean I thought you had
to wish for something, not that it could
rip your hidden desires from your
subconscious. Kinda an important detail
to leave out don’t you think?”


“Oops.”



tbc…….