Feedback: Yes please but be very gentle. First fanfic and first slash.
Archive: If you want, but please let me know
Pairing: S/X
Rating: PG - NC 17 (maybe, I've never rated anything before)
Disclaimer: Most characters misrepresented in this tale belong to Joss Whedon,
Mutant Enemy and Neil Gaiman. I'm only taking them out to play, changing their
clothes and then putting them back. There may be some original characters floating
about. They are mine but usually don't admit to it.
Spoilers: Up to Buffy Season 6 sorta but definitely AU
Summary: Spike and Xander get to take a trip and go a bit further than intended.
Crossover eventually with Neil Gaiman's Neverwhere.
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The motel room was dull, dull, dull, and right at this time, Xander
thought, so was the company. Xander looked sideways at Spike, lying on the
opposite bed. The vampire had been uncharacteristically quiet, thoughtful
almost, for the past hour, and it was starting to wear on Xander's nerves.
Finally he could stand it no longer and he leaned over and poked the blonde.
"Hey."
Spike looked up at him, a frown marring his smooth forehead. "What?"
"You're doing the best impression of Angel since...well, since the great
brooding one himself. Spit it out and stop spoiling my happy glow. We're
going to England!" He bounced on the end of the bed in childish glee.
Spike sighed and stretched his arms above his head. "Well, you see, pet,
it's this airline I've booked us on. Now the Watcher's OK and I trust Buffy
with yo-" Spike caught himself hoping the boy wouldn't notice his near
slip, "-Dawns life, so she's OK too."
"Not too OK, I hope. Willow was supposed to have gotten rid of the remnants
of that 'thy will be done' spell." Wish my will could be done, he thought
as he admired the pale flesh in the gap between tee and jeans.
Spike gave him a hard look. He hated to be reminded that little spelled
moment in his life. "Yeah, well...Look, I don't want details 'o this
airline gettin' back to the Council. Which is why I did it all m'self. It's
kinda special, this company."
"Special." Xander raised his eyebrow, a trick he'd learnt from Spike.
"Look, the company's owned by vampires and run for the benefit of us
supernatural types. If it gets back to the thrice-damned council ...you see?"
"All right, Spike. Won't say a word. Happy?"
Spike nodded, pleased. He really hadn't doubted the whelp. Xander saw the
world's shades of grey. Now for the hard part. "There's somethin' else."
"What?"
"Well, it's a demon airline, innit. Humans don't tend to travel on it,
you
know."
"So this means I'm traveling freight? There had better be chocolate in this."
"Xander, the only type of humans that travel are matespetsandlovers."
Spike
mumbled the sentence out in a rush.
"Huh, repeat for those of us not supernaturally enhanced?"
Spike sighed. "The only humans allowed are mates, pets and lovers."
Xander blinked and blinked again, face blank as he processed the
implications of the statement. Mates, pets or lovers, mates, pets or
lovers, danced cheerfully through his stunned and not-exactly objecting mind.
Spike was continuing on "-believe we're mates. You an' I smell all wrong.
And there's no way you can fake the submissiveness of a pet."
Xander grasped the point, not hard given that his inner cheerleader was
kicking up her legs singing 'go go go'.
"So, we're going to have to pretend to be lovers?"
Admitting to Anya that he liked guys and wanted to call off the engagement
had been hard. Recovering from the head injury after she hit him with a
saucepan at a Scoobie meeting had been painful. And eventually he'd managed
to get over the embarrassment caused by her two full -page colour ads in
the local paper. Saved him telling anybody else, he supposed.
All in all, he told himself, it could have been a lot worse. He'd broken up
with a vengeance demon, after all. And it had been kind of nice, after the
saucepan incident, to see William the Bloody in a protective fury because
"the damn demon bint" had injured one of his humans. Well, hear of
it
anyway, as he'd been unconscious at the time.
The whole saucepan incident had gained him an undead housemate too. Spike,
with hard stares and growls at Anya, had supervised her moving out. He had
also declared that Xander needed someone to keep an eye on him, so he was
moving in-just in case Anya tried anything else he said-and did anyone have
a problem with that? Buffy had protested the idea, but only on the grounds
that together they'd think of more original ways to drive her insane. Which
they'd done; it was their duty as her friend after, all.
This, however, was beyond 'don't hurt my humans.' This was wet dreams
material. Pity it wasn't real, because in real life sexy blond Master
Vampires weren't lovers with brown-haired ordinary mortals.
Spike watched the boy, waiting for him to explode angrily. He knew he
should have told Xander earlier but frankly hadn't known how to bring it
up. Some humans were funny about the whole sex with the undead issue. The
whole friends -with- bloody- humans situation still felt so fragile. He
often found himself hesitating rather than acting as his nature dictated
because he .....well, because he didn't want to lose the whole bloody pack
of them because he did something stupid.
Spike's whole nature was based on want/take/mine. Take the boy, and how
Spike wished he could. Xander had been pushing pheromones and lustful looks
in his direction since way before the demon bint, but his views on vampire
lovers were well known. Nature said take, the boy is yours after all.
Newly-learnt human interaction rules said (in a Gilsey sort of voice),
"Well, technically he isn't yours; he's human, not Childe, remember?"
and
"It wouldn't go down so well with the others if you jumped his bones at
the
next meeting." So he'd put his impulses on hold and discovered that
friendship was interesting. Frustrating granted, but interesting all the same.
Xander studied the vampire's face, pretty sure the vampire was waiting for
him to get mad. " It's OK, Spike. I don't mind. If you think your
reputation can stand being linked to the Donut Boy." Xander leered
dramatically at Spike. "C'mon lover boy. Better make sure your're all packed."