White Knight, Black Knight
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Adult ++
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20
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13,685
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White Knight, Black Knight
Title: White Knight, Black Knight 1/?
Author: Amejisuto
Rating: NC17
Pairings: Spike/Xander main paring. W/T, B/R
Spoilers: Up through Season Five. Completely AU after The Gift.
Warnings: angst, male/male relationships, racism towards the demonic persuasion
Summary: Xander learns some new things about himself, and in the process steps up to be a champion for those in need.
Email: amejisuto_kagetsu@yahoo.com
Distribute: Excessent, The Batpack, SXandV, Bloodclaim. Let me know if you want this.
Archives: http://www.livejournal.com/users/amejisuto/
http://www.livejournal.com/community/bloodclaim/
Disclaimer: I hardly own this computer I’m writing on, much less the wonderful town of Sunnydale and all those within. Joss Whedon, UPN, WB and other people who aren’t me own Buffy and all of her friends.
Author’s Notes: This is a follow up to Behind The Masks. If you missed that, Anya has left Xander, and Buffy didn’t die during the episode The Gift.
Xander kicked at rocks as he trailed along behind his two best friends. Buffy and Willow has asked that he patrol all the graveyards on the south side of town that night. Why he didn’t know, they were so busy chattering about the extra collage courses they had been taking over the summer he could have been abducted by aliens in Elvis costumes and they might miss him sometime tomorrow.
It had been a terrifying spring followed by a weird summer. School was scheduled to start up again in just two weeks, and Buffy was planning an outing with Dawn, Willow and Tara. Of course he wasn’t invited. Oh they would have, sure, but he had an actual job and just couldn’t take off. Buffy worked for Giles at the Magic Shop since Anya had left him, and Giles closing up the shop and giving her a week’s paid vacation. It was going to be an end of summer blast, with shopping, music, food and bonding. Giles even had his friend from England over again. Everyone had big plans for the next week it seemed. Everyone but Spike and him.
Even though the blond vampire had saved Dawn when Glory’s toady tried to cut her, Buffy still wasn’t giving Spike any credit or respect. Which put Xander in an odd position. He’d gotten to be friends with the Bleached Menace didn’t even call him Fangless anymore, since he realized to what extent the chip really bothered Spike. Oh that didn’t stop him from calling him other things, but mostly it was playful bantering. None of the venomous exchanges they used to have, or the now commonplace life threatening Buffy seemed to thrill in. She just couldn’t see Spike and not shove Mr. Pointy in his face. It was getting old rather quickly.
Tara was with Dawn that night, cooking up a storm for a late night snacks. That was one thing he missed about Anya’s leaving. When first becoming human she taught herself to cook, thinking that was something all women did. He could have told her that was wrong; him Mom’s attempts at cooking made Peg Bundy look like Martha Stewart. Yet while they were together he had nice home cooked meals. Now it was micro waved dinners, freezer pizza and mac and cheese. But he was trying to learn.
All this was running through his mind as he listened with half an ear to the girls. He would be surprised if they killed anything tonight, he thought. Buffy’s chatter alone would be a dead giveaway that the Slayer was on patrol. Add to that the noise they were making while walking and every undead person within a mile was heading for the other half of town. Why Buffy chose to wear wooden clogs while on patrol, he’d never know.
“Xander! Xander are you listening?” Willow’s worried tone. He’d been hearing that more and more since Anya left. She just couldn’t understand why broke up with the ex-demon.
“Yeah Wills. Well, kind of. I mean I heard you talking but I didn’t hear everything. I started zoning when you tal talking about facials. Sorry it was a long day at work and this humidity sure as hell isn’t helping.” It was late August, the Dog Days of Summer and boy was he glad he used Sure! The air was almost t hick enough to see.
“She said are you coming? Back to the house with us. We’ve got lemonade and ice cream and Hugh Grant movies! Could anyone want more?” Buffy laughed while pushing her hair out of her face. She was dressed in a halter-top and shorts. Not the most fashionable, but it was too hot for anything else.
“You’ve got to come Xander.” Willow squealed. “ You can hear all about where we’ll be going next week. I’m so glad the Hellmouth has been calm since we defeated Glory, I think we all need the vacation!” She bounced in place and he eyed the top of her green sundress with worry. Once, long ago in a high school far away he might have enjoyed seeing the strapless dress slip but no more. It would be like peeking at his sister.
“Sorry ladies but you forget. The Xan-man has to work tomorrow, and next week. No rest for the wicked and the carpenter type people. You do realize though that you have tempted the Goddess of Fate by commenting on how slow it is. I expect we will have vampire hoards, zombies, and smurfs singing Broadway show tunes any minute now.” He put on his trademark goofy grin. Didn’t want to start another round of Pity Xander. He’d had enough of that in the couple of month since Anya left.
“Xander we are of the good. We kicked Glory’s ass and the word has gotten round that the Slayer has killed a God. No one wants to take us on, leaving us free for junk food and fun in the sun next week. You don’t have to stay too late Xander, come on don’t be a party poop!” If possible Buffy was even more bouncy than Willow for once. The sad, stressed woman that had come into being when her mother died and Glory was a threat had gone back to the enthusiastic girl with a love for life. Which was good he supposed. That was the way of the world, you grieved and moved on.
Never mind that it was actually Giles and Spike that saved the day. Sure Buffy beat Glory to a pulp, but it was Giles that killed her human counterpart, Ben. Giles who took that on himself and never spoke of it, but Xander knew. Spike was the one that took Doc out, before the toad could cut Dawn. Took him out the hard way, by tackling him and falling with him the hundred or so feet down to the concrete. Xander was still amazed that Spike survived.
“Nah Buff, gotta be at the site in,” he looked at his watch, “damn, seven hours. Time for all good little construction workers to be tucked in bed.” He turned to walk home, “Goodnight sweet ladies! Have fun painting each other’s nails or whatever it is you girls do! Why you’re calling it a slumber party I don’t know, its not like you don’t all live in the same house anyway.”
“It’s the point of it Xander, slumber parties are fun, and you talk about boys, except not me so much anymore, and you play games and its fun. You really ought to come, we can get you up in time for work on the morning or you could call in.” Willow looked at him with puppy dog eyes. The same eyes she used when they were kids to con him out of his vanilla pudding. Never worked when he had chocolate though, he he was exhausted, so it wasn’t going to work now.
“No Wills, not so much with the games tonight or the boys so I guess that leaves me out. Thanks for thinking of me though.”
Buffy called out as he again tried to break away from the estrogen-fest. “Sure you don’t want us to walk you home? I mean its not like you have super-strength and it is my job.”
Xander winced. Buffy didn’t mean to rub it in he knew that. Somehow that just made his one mediocrity all that much worse. “There isn’t anything out here, Wills said it, it’s slow and I’m ready for Miller Time. Have fun!” He jogged away before they could say anything else.
As he walked home Xander couldn’t help but feel a bit depressed. Somehow, when the fight with Glory was over and they had all survived he had thought of the future as being quite different. Him and Anya would be engaged, he had wonderful friends and they’d do couple things with Willow and Tara. They’d find someone for Buffy and it would be wonderful. All “hearts and puppy dogs’ as Spike would stay.
Instead he was going home to an empty apartment after working a twelve-hour day and spending what free time he had patrolling. Anything to keep from being alone. Problem was he was feeling alone even when he was with the others. Just like when the girls first went to college, he felt he didn’t belong in their world.
What was even odder was the fact that the one person, well being, who he seemed to have the most in common with right now was Spike. Spike had been rejected often enough by Buffy to where he finally gave up, Spike who was on the outside looking in during Scooby meetings. In the past couple of months they had patrolled together, played pool, watched crappy movies and even gotten shit-faced. Spike knew what it was like to be left behind and didn’t press him to talk about his feelings or ask questions that Xander wasn’t prepared to answer.
Xander made his way into his apartment. More and more coming home was a trial, he remembered getting this apartment to please Anya. Yes it was nice and it was great that he could afford it, but he did it for her more than for him. Without her it just didn’t seem right to be there. Maybe he should move; the lease would be coming up in a couple of months.
He mais wis way to the bathroom, stripping along the way. Didn’t matter if he left his clothes on the floor anymore. He took time out to shower, letting the hot water soothe aches from both work and attempted slaying. Pulling out a pair of pajama bottoms he got from the bedroom, he made his way into the kitchen. Looked like it was peanut butter and jelly for dinner again.
Xander didn’t turn on the television, or the radio. The apartment was quite, and that was very strange. Usually he had one or the other on, sometimes both, but after dealing with noise at the site and then the girl’s chatter he was ready for some peace. He pulled back the sheets and slid into bed, trying not to notice the empty area on the other side. He tossed and turned, trying to get comfortable. Trying not to think about how things were changing too fast for him, and failing.
As he doubled checked the alarm, he hoped that at least he wouldn’t have yet another nightmare that night.
TBC
Author: Amejisuto
Rating: NC17
Pairings: Spike/Xander main paring. W/T, B/R
Spoilers: Up through Season Five. Completely AU after The Gift.
Warnings: angst, male/male relationships, racism towards the demonic persuasion
Summary: Xander learns some new things about himself, and in the process steps up to be a champion for those in need.
Email: amejisuto_kagetsu@yahoo.com
Distribute: Excessent, The Batpack, SXandV, Bloodclaim. Let me know if you want this.
Archives: http://www.livejournal.com/users/amejisuto/
http://www.livejournal.com/community/bloodclaim/
Disclaimer: I hardly own this computer I’m writing on, much less the wonderful town of Sunnydale and all those within. Joss Whedon, UPN, WB and other people who aren’t me own Buffy and all of her friends.
Author’s Notes: This is a follow up to Behind The Masks. If you missed that, Anya has left Xander, and Buffy didn’t die during the episode The Gift.
Xander kicked at rocks as he trailed along behind his two best friends. Buffy and Willow has asked that he patrol all the graveyards on the south side of town that night. Why he didn’t know, they were so busy chattering about the extra collage courses they had been taking over the summer he could have been abducted by aliens in Elvis costumes and they might miss him sometime tomorrow.
It had been a terrifying spring followed by a weird summer. School was scheduled to start up again in just two weeks, and Buffy was planning an outing with Dawn, Willow and Tara. Of course he wasn’t invited. Oh they would have, sure, but he had an actual job and just couldn’t take off. Buffy worked for Giles at the Magic Shop since Anya had left him, and Giles closing up the shop and giving her a week’s paid vacation. It was going to be an end of summer blast, with shopping, music, food and bonding. Giles even had his friend from England over again. Everyone had big plans for the next week it seemed. Everyone but Spike and him.
Even though the blond vampire had saved Dawn when Glory’s toady tried to cut her, Buffy still wasn’t giving Spike any credit or respect. Which put Xander in an odd position. He’d gotten to be friends with the Bleached Menace didn’t even call him Fangless anymore, since he realized to what extent the chip really bothered Spike. Oh that didn’t stop him from calling him other things, but mostly it was playful bantering. None of the venomous exchanges they used to have, or the now commonplace life threatening Buffy seemed to thrill in. She just couldn’t see Spike and not shove Mr. Pointy in his face. It was getting old rather quickly.
Tara was with Dawn that night, cooking up a storm for a late night snacks. That was one thing he missed about Anya’s leaving. When first becoming human she taught herself to cook, thinking that was something all women did. He could have told her that was wrong; him Mom’s attempts at cooking made Peg Bundy look like Martha Stewart. Yet while they were together he had nice home cooked meals. Now it was micro waved dinners, freezer pizza and mac and cheese. But he was trying to learn.
All this was running through his mind as he listened with half an ear to the girls. He would be surprised if they killed anything tonight, he thought. Buffy’s chatter alone would be a dead giveaway that the Slayer was on patrol. Add to that the noise they were making while walking and every undead person within a mile was heading for the other half of town. Why Buffy chose to wear wooden clogs while on patrol, he’d never know.
“Xander! Xander are you listening?” Willow’s worried tone. He’d been hearing that more and more since Anya left. She just couldn’t understand why broke up with the ex-demon.
“Yeah Wills. Well, kind of. I mean I heard you talking but I didn’t hear everything. I started zoning when you tal talking about facials. Sorry it was a long day at work and this humidity sure as hell isn’t helping.” It was late August, the Dog Days of Summer and boy was he glad he used Sure! The air was almost t hick enough to see.
“She said are you coming? Back to the house with us. We’ve got lemonade and ice cream and Hugh Grant movies! Could anyone want more?” Buffy laughed while pushing her hair out of her face. She was dressed in a halter-top and shorts. Not the most fashionable, but it was too hot for anything else.
“You’ve got to come Xander.” Willow squealed. “ You can hear all about where we’ll be going next week. I’m so glad the Hellmouth has been calm since we defeated Glory, I think we all need the vacation!” She bounced in place and he eyed the top of her green sundress with worry. Once, long ago in a high school far away he might have enjoyed seeing the strapless dress slip but no more. It would be like peeking at his sister.
“Sorry ladies but you forget. The Xan-man has to work tomorrow, and next week. No rest for the wicked and the carpenter type people. You do realize though that you have tempted the Goddess of Fate by commenting on how slow it is. I expect we will have vampire hoards, zombies, and smurfs singing Broadway show tunes any minute now.” He put on his trademark goofy grin. Didn’t want to start another round of Pity Xander. He’d had enough of that in the couple of month since Anya left.
“Xander we are of the good. We kicked Glory’s ass and the word has gotten round that the Slayer has killed a God. No one wants to take us on, leaving us free for junk food and fun in the sun next week. You don’t have to stay too late Xander, come on don’t be a party poop!” If possible Buffy was even more bouncy than Willow for once. The sad, stressed woman that had come into being when her mother died and Glory was a threat had gone back to the enthusiastic girl with a love for life. Which was good he supposed. That was the way of the world, you grieved and moved on.
Never mind that it was actually Giles and Spike that saved the day. Sure Buffy beat Glory to a pulp, but it was Giles that killed her human counterpart, Ben. Giles who took that on himself and never spoke of it, but Xander knew. Spike was the one that took Doc out, before the toad could cut Dawn. Took him out the hard way, by tackling him and falling with him the hundred or so feet down to the concrete. Xander was still amazed that Spike survived.
“Nah Buff, gotta be at the site in,” he looked at his watch, “damn, seven hours. Time for all good little construction workers to be tucked in bed.” He turned to walk home, “Goodnight sweet ladies! Have fun painting each other’s nails or whatever it is you girls do! Why you’re calling it a slumber party I don’t know, its not like you don’t all live in the same house anyway.”
“It’s the point of it Xander, slumber parties are fun, and you talk about boys, except not me so much anymore, and you play games and its fun. You really ought to come, we can get you up in time for work on the morning or you could call in.” Willow looked at him with puppy dog eyes. The same eyes she used when they were kids to con him out of his vanilla pudding. Never worked when he had chocolate though, he he was exhausted, so it wasn’t going to work now.
“No Wills, not so much with the games tonight or the boys so I guess that leaves me out. Thanks for thinking of me though.”
Buffy called out as he again tried to break away from the estrogen-fest. “Sure you don’t want us to walk you home? I mean its not like you have super-strength and it is my job.”
Xander winced. Buffy didn’t mean to rub it in he knew that. Somehow that just made his one mediocrity all that much worse. “There isn’t anything out here, Wills said it, it’s slow and I’m ready for Miller Time. Have fun!” He jogged away before they could say anything else.
As he walked home Xander couldn’t help but feel a bit depressed. Somehow, when the fight with Glory was over and they had all survived he had thought of the future as being quite different. Him and Anya would be engaged, he had wonderful friends and they’d do couple things with Willow and Tara. They’d find someone for Buffy and it would be wonderful. All “hearts and puppy dogs’ as Spike would stay.
Instead he was going home to an empty apartment after working a twelve-hour day and spending what free time he had patrolling. Anything to keep from being alone. Problem was he was feeling alone even when he was with the others. Just like when the girls first went to college, he felt he didn’t belong in their world.
What was even odder was the fact that the one person, well being, who he seemed to have the most in common with right now was Spike. Spike had been rejected often enough by Buffy to where he finally gave up, Spike who was on the outside looking in during Scooby meetings. In the past couple of months they had patrolled together, played pool, watched crappy movies and even gotten shit-faced. Spike knew what it was like to be left behind and didn’t press him to talk about his feelings or ask questions that Xander wasn’t prepared to answer.
Xander made his way into his apartment. More and more coming home was a trial, he remembered getting this apartment to please Anya. Yes it was nice and it was great that he could afford it, but he did it for her more than for him. Without her it just didn’t seem right to be there. Maybe he should move; the lease would be coming up in a couple of months.
He mais wis way to the bathroom, stripping along the way. Didn’t matter if he left his clothes on the floor anymore. He took time out to shower, letting the hot water soothe aches from both work and attempted slaying. Pulling out a pair of pajama bottoms he got from the bedroom, he made his way into the kitchen. Looked like it was peanut butter and jelly for dinner again.
Xander didn’t turn on the television, or the radio. The apartment was quite, and that was very strange. Usually he had one or the other on, sometimes both, but after dealing with noise at the site and then the girl’s chatter he was ready for some peace. He pulled back the sheets and slid into bed, trying not to notice the empty area on the other side. He tossed and turned, trying to get comfortable. Trying not to think about how things were changing too fast for him, and failing.
As he doubled checked the alarm, he hoped that at least he wouldn’t have yet another nightmare that night.
TBC