Dark Evil Fairy Tale

(A/N: Characters are not our, they're Joss' - we're just playing with them)

Spike kissed Xander as he walked him backwards to the front door. He hated this hour of the day, the time Xander had to leave for work... it was just like when Boy would have to leave for school.

He felt Xander's strong arms go around him as he got one last heated kiss, then the brunet pulled away and opened the door. He hesitated... just like he did every morning.

"I'll be here when you get home," Spike gravely promised ... just as he always did. It was their ritual now. His reward was a genuine smile before the door closed.

*

A few hours later, there was a knock on the door. Smiling, Spike got up and headed for the door. It was likely Xander. Sometimes he rushed home during his lunch hour on those days when they knew Spike would need to feed.

Maybe his hand was so shaky with anticipation he couldn't work the keys. Spike had a rather smug look on his face as he tugged the door open.

"Don't just stand there staring at me, invite me in." Kurn's lips twisted into a smile, "Missed me so much, you're speechless?"

Spike stared at his nemesis. The shock of thick black hair, the small forehead, and those dull black eyes were the stuff of his nightmares. "Why... how... you're big," he said, feeling his stomach sink. This wasn't good.

"Overlords have perks," Kurn reminded him, walking inside and closing the door. "Did you find your stupid Boy?"

Biting his lip, Spike put his hand on the doorknob. Kurn braced his hand on the door and leaned his weight on it, stopping him from opening it.

"Your turn to answer questions. How did you make him remember? Why didn't he deny your existence? By all rights, you should be part of the vast nothingness." Sharp teeth protruded from his mouth, "Answer me."

"I... he didn't believe at first. Twice he said I wasn't real. But then, when I showed him my fairy form, he believed... he remembered." Spike reminded himself that his servitude was over, that this overlord fairy held no power over him. "What are you doing here, Kurn? I want you to leave."

"We all want a lot of things." Reaching out, Kurn softly traced Spike's cheekbone, before gripping his chin roughly and pulling him close. "I especially want to do a lot of things." He kissed Spike roughly, drawing blood.

Coming to his senses, Spike fought him off and tossed him back against the sofa. He wiped his mouth. "You have no right. Now get the bloody fuck out of here."

Kurn licked his lips and got up slowly. "I will have two warrior fairies breaking down your door in the middle of the night to put your Boy out forever, THAT gives me all the right, if I know you at all."

"For what? He doesn't know anything... we haven't broken rules..."

Kurn recognized the desperate edge to Spike's voice…he knew he'd won. "Who are they going to believe? Me, or a fairy that loves Man's Land more than his own? You would do anything to make your Boy keep you…you told him everything."

"I-did-not," a vein at Spike's temple started to throb. He balled his fist as Kurn approached him.

"It won't make a difference. Dead is dead. You can explain it to them later..."

Spike dropped his hand. "What do you want?"

"Ah... you have wised up. Good. I want you to feed from me."

Spike's blue eyes flashed with horror. "No," he rasped, even as Kurn slipped behind him and put his arms around Spike's chest. He started to walk away, to the kitchen area, half dragging Kurn with him. "You can feed from me... I don't want any—"

"Of course I can, but right now...I want you to take my blood into your body."

Spike gripped the counter, still refusing to look at Kurn who was plastered against his back. It was something the overlord had never been successful at getting him to do.... he'd never cried out under the overlord's whip, and he'd refused to feed from him. Kurn had come to collect now? After all this time?

As he felt the other fairy's hand run up and down his sides, Spike recoiled. He didn't want this. And maybe he could bear it if it were just him, but what about Xander? He'd promised him he'd never feed from anyone else. He forced himself to say the words, to beg. "Please... not this... not this. Something else, but not this," he said, looking over into merciless eyes.

"Fucking do as you are told." Kurn shook him, sighed as he felt Spike tremble. He covered his body, nudged his cock against the blond's glorious ass. "Bite me."

Spike crawled deep inside himself, wanting to push Kurn away, wanting to shout for help, or to fight… he had good reason to fight, he was strong, he could kill the overlord. But what if what he said was true? What if warriors were sent after Xander?

"Please...." he felt Kurn line up behind him, felt him start to lightly thrust. He was enjoying the begging, he wanted more of it. Already, the evil fairy was panting. He had to fucking get it over with. Stretching toward him, he bit into Kurn's throat. For the first time, he didn't prepare his feeding partner, didn't stroke his tongue over soft flesh to numb it, just bit like a savage.

Kurn groaned, out of pain, out of pleasure. "Suck.... fucking drink or he's gone," he warned, frustration tingeing his voice at Spike's slowness.

Stomach roiling, Spike took a dram or two of blood. With it came unwanted images... Kurn's darkest needs and desires. Images flashed through his mind. Images of himself bound to that punishment wheel. Kurn whipping him, and then rubbing his blood all over their bodies, laughing. Then fucking him while he was tied up like an animal, holding his mouth so he couldn't scream. And there was the kicker... Boy sitting in a corner watching. Water poured out of Boy's eyes, more water than even Big One had squeezed out of him.

Eventually, it was over. Kurn came with a sound that disgusted Spike. "Now get out," he rasped. "Get out..." Scarlet tears streamed down his cheeks, dripping to the floor. He hardly heard the door close. It didn't make a difference that their clothes had never come off... not one wit of difference.

*


"Best run up the stairs, boss. Spike will probably perish without you."

Xander waved goodbye to Steve, laughing at the good-natured teasing. He'd asked Steve for a ride, anxious to get back to Spike. They'd worked late, and he hadn't wanted to walk home, concerned that Spike would be hungry. The last time he'd been late Spike had jumped him the moment he'd walked through the door. Not that it hadn't been fun, but Spike had been in obvious pain, and Xander couldn't bear to think of him like that. Jealousy aside, he'd made Spike promise to go out and feed if things got that bad again. Just because it was necessary didn't mean he had to like it. Of course, Xander had made sure he was home on time after that.

He practically skipped into the building, his excitement rising with every step. Spike wouldn't be in pain but he sure as hell would be hungry and that meant Xander would have a hot, sexy, bloody horny fairy to play with. It was like a perverted fairy tale, he thought, snickering lightly. He pushed the key into the lock, hesitating briefly before he turned it. No matter how sure he was that everything was okay, no matter how happy he thought he made Spike, there was always a second before he turned the key where he could see the empty rooms inside, no Spike inside, not even a note telling him he'd gone.

"Stupid idiot," he grumbled to himself, as he opened the door. The first thing he saw as he walked through the door was Spike, sitting on the couch, facing away from him. "Hey sweet, didja miss me?"

Spike had cleaned himself off with a thought. If only he could say the same of the experience. He'd been violated, used... forced to share Kurn's sick sexual desires. It made him queasy, sick to his stomach. Worse, he'd let someone take what he'd told Xander only belonged to Xander. Listless and numb, he didn't turn around. "Yeah," he whispered, his voice a bit thick and raspy. "Missed you."

"What's wrong?" Xander immediately moved to sit next to Spike, reaching out to take hold of one of his hands, "Are you hungry? Am I that late? I'm sorry, Spike, I am, I told you, you can go out and have someone, I'm sorry," he babbled, shifting closer as he spoke, until he was pressed against Spike's side, his arm around the blond's shoulders.

Spike shrank away slightly. It wasn't Kurn… he knew it. It was Xander, the boy he loved. But he didn't want to talk about feeding. He didn't want to be asked questions. He didn't want to look into those eyes… those eyes would make him face what had happened, and increase the gnawing in the depths of his stomach. "Not late. Just... not hungry." Looking stonily down at his boots, he wished he could have flown away... just for a little while, just until he felt better... cleaner. But he'd promised to be here, and here he was, but useless to Xander.

"You're not...but you haven't fed in a couple nights...unless...Spike I told you it's okay, I said if I was late you could go." Xander tried to catch Spike's eye, "Spike, I swear it's okay. I mean, I'm not feeling all that great about it, but I hate you being in pain so it's okay. I'm not mad, o-or about to have a meltdown. See? No meltdown!" Xander resolutely ignored the hurt settling down in his heart. He'd told Spike it would be okay, and he refused to take that back. Not when Spike looked so miserable, not when he refused to meet Xander's eyes. "Please don't feel bad," he said softly, rubbing circles on Spike's back.

As tears stung his eyes, Spike closed them . Slowly, very slowly, he relaxed a little under Xander's touch. And yet a part of him worried. Xander would want him to feed, would want to be intimate. Spike was always game for sex, for anything Xander wanted. What would Xander think if... But the thought of being touched, even by Xander, made him tense all over again. A voluntary feeding, he could set aside easily... it was natural. But what had happened with Kurn was unnatural and dirty. It would invade his mind... he didn't want that, and couldn't stand the thought that he’d think of Kurn when he was with Xander. "Not your fault... nothing is," he said, pulling away slowly. "Need a shower."

"Sure..." Xander watched as Spike left the room, struggling to understand what he'd done to cause this. Other than Willow, he hadn't had any kind of a long-term relationship before Spike, and he had no idea what had happened to make Spike act this way. He must have done something, Spike never acted this distant with him. He should do something to apologize, that's what people did right? When they cared for someone? Still feeling a little bit awkward, Xander headed for the kitchen. He'd make peanut butter cookies—that always made Spike feel better—cookies and maybe milk or coke.

So intent was he in his plan, he nearly didn't notice the blood on the counter. He didn't even see the little red dots until he accidentally leaned against them and felt something wet seep into his t-shirt.

*

Spike took the longest shower ever, standing under the steaming hot water, letting it wash away the tears that he finally allowed to flow, away from Xander's presence. Xander's understanding and forgiveness didn't make it better... it made it worse. Made him feel that much more the betrayer of trust. If he could tell him... if he could explain... he slammed his fist into the hard tile, eventually slipping down to sit on the floor of the shower. So many secrets... so hard to keep. But if he were being watched, Xander's life would surely be forfeit if he told.

Eventually, when he could delay no longer, he got out and changed. Xander's sweats were a bit long on him, but he wanted comfort, and they gave him a bit of that. Hesitating as he took each step, he walked into the living room and found it empty. Turning his head, he looked into the kitchen. A class of coke and some cookies sat on the counter, and Xander stood with his back to him.

"For me?" he asked, eyeing the treat he didn't deserve.

Xander was startled out of his contemplation of the counter where the blood used to be.

"Yeah, you...erm...you sounded like you could use it," he replied, trying to sound cheerful. I told him to do it, I told him. Didn't tell him to bring whoever it was home, but that means nothing. Spike loves me—the other person was just a meal. "Steve says to say ‘hi’, he wants another chance to beat you at darts," he continued, wiping the counter again. The blood wasn't there any longer, but he still didn't think it was clean. "I told him we might go out tomorrow, it being Friday and all."

Bright and cheerful, lying…forcing it. Spike knew...he could tell these things now. Without an ounce of enthusiasm, he picked up the coke and took a long drink, sneezing immediately. Sneezing usually made him laugh... made both of them laugh. There was no laughter tonight.

"Alright. Friday, we'll go," he said, watching Xander clean the spotless counter until it was shining. "It's clean now."

"What? Oh...sorry, wasn't thinking," Xander replied, finally turning to look at Spike. He looked so alone and sad sitting in that chair. Xander silently vowed to come home on time from now on. Nothing was worth Spike feeling like this. "Hey, hey Spike, don't. It's okay—it was just a bit of a shock. I love you, you know that, right?" he said, pulling a chair close to Spike and sitting next to him. "I do. I'm just being silly."

He crumbled the cookie between his fingers and forced himself to look at Xander. A lump rose in his throat. He loved him still... he hated the thought of him feeding elsewhere, but he loved him still. "I love you too, Xander." He gave a watery smile. "Just had a hard day... even fairies have those once in a while. Be all right tomorrow."

Xander reached out to cup Spike's face, his thumb rubbing at Spike's cheekbone. "Anything I can do to help?"

Spike flinched. That was where Kurn had touched him. That was how the whole thing had started. It wasn't Xander's fault... Xander didn't know. He took a calming breath, forced himself to accept the touch. "Yes. Can we watch a movie... a nice one, with cartoons in it." Then they wouldn't have to talk, and he could watch—or zones out, and maybe start to act normal before he hurt Xander even more.

"One movie with cartoons coming up," Xander replied, pretending not to see the way Spike flinched away from him. He got up and headed for the living room, careful not to get too close to Spike. He couldn't handle it if Spike rejected his touch again. "Wanna go Disney? It's cute and sweet and might make you feel better."

Taking his glass of coke with him, Spike followed. "That sounds good. Don't tell Steve, yeah?" he joked, trying hard to bring normalcy back into their lives. But he hesitated at the sofa... eyed the armchair. That wouldn't do at all. He sat down at the edge of the sofa pasting a smile on his face. "Something with an evil witch person that gets killed by the prince."

"I have just the thing." Xander had to fight to sound anywhere near normal. He set the DVD player up, grabbed the remote and sat in the armchair. He stared steadily at the television, willing himself not to panic. Just a bad fairy day, just a bad day…nothing to do with him.

He should be relieved... happy that Xander chose to sit away from him. But he was miserable on the inside, both wanting to be with Xander and wanting to be as far away as possible. Scrunching down, he leaned his head back and stared at the telly. Maybe he'd be swept away by the story. That would be the best thing.

*

Xander hovered nervously next to the bed, debating whether to just slide in or wait for Spike to come out of the bathroom. What if he got in bed but Spike didn't want to sleep with him? What if he didn't get in and Spike thought Xander was still upset about the feeding thing? What if...his thought process was interrupted by their very subject coming through the door.

Having stared at himself in the mirror for what seemed like forever, telling himself he could do this... he could be with Xander and quell the thoughts of Kurn, Spike was prepared to do just that. But here he stood, staring at the man he loved... had always loved, in all the ways you could love someone, and he was at a loss as to what to say or do. It hurt to feel this way. It hurt Xander as well.

Forcing another step forward, he took Xander's hand, squeezed it. This was ridiculous. Closing his eyes, he leaned forward and kissed him lightly on the mouth. "To bed, then?"


"Yeah...bed..." Xander fidgeted a moment longer, looking at the bed before finally climbing in. He kept his eyes low, willing Spike to just get in and touch him. It didn't even have to be a big thing…just a hand on his shoulder would be enough.

The lights were out and Spike was unnaturally far from Xander. By this point in any evening where they stayed home, there would be touching, and bed wrecking, and laughter. It was quiet—quiet and lonely. Spike rolled on his side, looking down at Xander's face under the moonlight streaming through the blinds. He ached for the freedom of yesterday. But he could take this. By tomorrow, Kurn's blood would be out of him, and he could block the vicious images that kept creeping into his thoughts.

Xander caught Spike looking at him and immediately looked away. Encouraged by the look, he shifted a little bit closer, until he was just touching Spike. No reaction from the blond and Xander shifted a little more, pressing firmly against him, eyes still averted just in case.

Feeling the press of a body he knew so well, Spike looked at Xander with a yearning deep in his heart. His was the scent he'd wanted. His was the taste he'd craved before taking the vile tainted blood of the overlord. He focused on Xander's throat, tried to imagine the taste of his sweet blood wiping away the bitter remains of Kurn's. On the verge of a sob, he put his head down on Xander's chest, seeking the rhythm of that strong heartbeat that always proved comforting.

When he felt Xander stir, a sudden sense of panic struck. Immediately, Spike shifted into his less substantial fairy form, making any further real contact between them impossible. Wings beating, he flew up to Xander's face. "Gonna sleep in your pocket... like old times." It was more a question, than a statement.

Xander nodded. He watched as Spike settled down on his chest, told himself of the trust Spike must have in him to sleep where Xander could hurt him simply by turning over. He absolutely refused to listen to the little voice telling him that obviously Spike was already tired of him, already trying to find a way out of his promise to stay. Spike trusted him.

Rolling onto his stomach, Spike clutched handfuls of Xander's pj in his fists, and closed his eyes. Once again, the familiar beat of his lover's heart slowly eased his tension. The old nightmares were gone since he'd started sleeping with Xander. If only he could chase away Kurn's deeds of this day. Spike chose to believe Xander could... that he would. Eventually, his grip loosened, and he fell into a deep sleep.

Xander concentrated on feeling Spike's weight on him, comforted by his continued presence. Spike trusted him, he thought over and over until he drifted off. He dreamt of fairies, chasing after tiny little ones, never catching them. He finally spotted a familiar one, perched on a tree branch near him, blond hair glinting in the sun. He approached stealthily, or at least so he thought until he realized that the fairy was grinning and looking right at him Before he could reach out to grab it, the fairy had left the branch and flown right up to him, landing on his shoulder. Xander laughed as the wings tickled his skin...that felt wonderful.

By the early morning light, the turmoil within Spike had eased a bit. Quit a bit. It helped that he'd slept well, and that the last vestiges of Kurn's blood were gone. Crawling out of Xander's pocket he stretched, hopped next to him on the bed, and shifted to human size.

He ached at the thought of how things had been between them last night. But when he caught sight of the smile fluttering on Xander's lips, he knew things really would be all right. Unable to help himself, he rolled halfway on top of Xander, bracing his weight on his arm, and dipping his head down to kiss the boy on his jaw, throat, and the exposed part of his chest.

The fluttering turned firmer, fluttery touches against his neck making his laughter turn into moaning. He shifted restlessly and suddenly the fairy wasn't so small, it was big and beautiful and leaning over him.

"Spike?" Xander whispered, eyes drifting open. "Oh, don't stop that," he protested when Spike lifted his head to smile down at him. He reached up and pulled him down, full length pressed against him as he claimed Spike's lips.

Sweet. Nice. Familiar. Painless. It was everything Spike craved... everything Spike loved. Moving his mouth back and forth over Xander's, he slid his hand under the boy's shirt, running his hand up and down his stomach and chest. "Better than the bloody alarm clock?" he asked, on the verge of a smile.

"Way...way better." Xander turned them over, settling between Spike's legs and pressing down. He loved feeling Spike against him, the way he fit just right under him. One hand trailed down to grab Spike's thigh and pulled it up, forcing them into closer contact. "Feels so good, Spike."

The sudden press of Xander's groin against his own sent a strong jolt of pleasure ripping through Spike. He threw back his head and gave a sharp groan, getting harder with each forceful thrust of Xander's body against his. His gaze locked with Xander's, and he could see the boy didn't intend to slow down.

Right. Sometimes fairies could be the ones who had a bit of control. Sliding his hands down Xander's back and over his ass, he dragged him down hard, restricting Xander's ability to thrust. Their movements against each other grew small and easy. "Xander... I'm sorry," he whispered.


Xander groaned his disappointment, dropping his head to Spike's shoulder, "Want you Spike, please." The slow, easy movement was good in its’ own way but Xander was so relieved Spike still wanted him, he couldn't get rid of the sense of urgency holding him in its’ grip. He tried again to speed up but Spike held him down, kept him nearly immobile.

Almost losing control, the fairy came close to cursing at himself. Gritting his teeth and fighting against the need to let Xander go, let him fuck him hard and fast, let him take them to that special place that was theirs alone. But there were things to be said... that should be said. "You have me. Now. Always, yeah… Xander... about yesterday... listening to me? Never wanted to hurt you. Not ever again."

"It's okay, Spike, bad day and all..." Xander stopped moving completely and came up on his elbows, high enough to look down on Spike, "So long as you still want me," he said, hating the tremor in his voice. Spike had told him time and again that he was Xander's, what the fuck was wrong with him that one little bad day made him feel like this. He dropped a quick kiss on Spike's lips. "Want me?"

Xander's uncertainty hurt. Spike knew he'd put it there when he'd left him as a boy. Sometimes he wondered if he could ever repair the damage... ever. "You mean for sex?" He lifted his hips and nudged Xander with his rock hard cock, "Or everything else?" Their gazes were locked. "I want you for everything... in every way. Every way," he repeated, lifting his head and running his tongue along Xander's jugular pulsating so damned erratically.

"I knew that," he grinned, "I'm irresistible and all that.” He stuck his tongue out and giggled as Spike went cross-eyed trying to follow it. Spike's answering grin just had to be kissed and Xander duly did so, tracing the shape of it with his tongue. "Love you, Spike."

Spike held still for as long as he could, then opened his mouth and tangled his tongue with Xander's. They kissed and played around, groping each other for as long as they could, then the pressure building low in Spike's belly demanded relief. "Too many clothes," he said suddenly, releasing his hold on Xander and struggling to get them free of the clothes separating them.

Xander grinned and lay back, letting Spike do all the work. He just loved watching his fairy when he shifted to high speed and tried to get everything done at once. Blue eyes would shine with intent and his hands would be everywhere, and all Xander had to do was sit back and enjoy the ride. Soon they were both naked, and Xander just had to laugh at the self-satisfied smirk Spike wore.

"Come here then, I'm not just for looking at you know," he teased, reaching out to grab Spike's hand and tug him closer.

"No, not just for looking at... for kissing too," the fairy readily agreed, now looking down on the brunet's sun kissed shoulders and chest. Leaning back, he looked lower, flushing with heat at the sight of Xander's erection. "Mine." He kissed Xander's mouth, and then trailed hot kisses down his chest and abdomen, tasting, biting, licking his way down to his goal. Finally, he rested his mouth over Xander's tip, slowly, swirling his tongue around, then sucking lightly, stroking his length at the same time, feeling him thicken under his touch.

"Fuck Spike, just like that." Xander fought the urge to thrust but couldn't stop his hands from threading into Spike's hair, pushing lightly downwards. He could feel Spike's tongue dance over him, his fingers tightening and releasing around Xander's cock making it almost unbearable. "Oh God, don't stop, please don't stop."

This should have been last night, but they could make up for it now, and they would. Pulling out all stops, Spike touched Xander in every way he knew was sure to drive the boy up the wall. Light, teasing touches…harder, rougher squeezes. His mouth running up and down the boy's sensitive shaft, his tongue flicking out now and again. When Xander's tugs on him became more urgent, he shoved his arms under the writhing brunet's knees and dragged him up, lifting him, taking as much of his cock as he could in his mouth and sucking. With his head nestled between his thighs, he let Xander set the rhythm, his own cock hardening to a painful degree as Xander’s motions and cries increased the intensity of his desire.

"Oh God...oh God, Spike, please I need to…please..." Xander thrust up faster and faster, taking everything Spike gave him. He reached out to touch Spike's skin, anywhere he could reach, needing this connection with him. "Spike...going to come, please just..." He felt Spike's hand cup his balls, a finger pressing just behind, and he finally came, Spike's name on his lips.

Spike licked him a few more times, then crawled up his body, pressing his own hard cock against Xander's thigh, fucking it lightly for some relief. The panting breaths near his ear did things to him, twisted him on the inside every time. He was torn between finding release now, or taking a bit of blood, though he didn't need it, and catapulting them both
into a carnal web of lust and desire. He ran a thumb across Xander's mouth, closing his eyes when a warm tongue flicked out over it. By the time he ran it down the side of the boy's throat, Xander was looking up at him, raising his chin in open invitation…one that the vampire fairy would not resist today.

Xander shifted so that Spike could press his cock against the juncture of his thigh and hip, finding the friction he needed. He curled his hand on the back of Spike's neck, gently pulling him towards his own neck. "I want you to," he whispered, right next to Spike's ear. "Want to feel you inside me, want me to be inside you...it'll feel so good Spike. Come on, sweet just...yessss," he hissed, as he felt sharp teeth press down and into him.

Hot. Scarlet. Sweet. Spicy. Erotic. That was what Xander tasted like to him. That was what Xander make him feel. Clutching his shoulders, he sucked harder, drawing in more of his life-blood, willingly giving him the vampire's gift of sensations that went beyond
the five senses. Images assaulted both their minds, images of long kisses, and hard fucks, of extreme need, of helpless cries for relief. His fangs anchored in Xander, Xander’s blood and cock pulsating inside him…that was what he saw in his head. As they spun out of control, he rolled them over and spread his legs, lifting his hips so Xander could make what was in their minds reality.

Xander immediately pressed down, his body trying desperately to copy the images flitting through his brain. Suddenly he was sliding inside Spike, his breath catching at the tightness surrounding him. "Oh God, Spike," he whimpered, pressing his neck harder against Spike's fangs and his cock deeper inside his body. He moved slowly at first, letting Spike get used to him inside, then faster and harder, as Spike's legs came to wrap around his waist and pull him closer.

They were locked together in every way possible… bodies wrapped tight, moving together, inflamed by the same erotic visions, knowing and feeling only each other. The world fell away, and it was only Xander and Spike... Spike and Xander, fucking, loving, crying out as they spent their passion.

"Don't go in to work today." Spike held Xander tight, refusing for the moment to allow him to roll away. "Stay with me."

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