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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Xander was somehow unsurprised when he woke draped over Spike. "Mmmm,"
he
mumbled and lifted his head off the chest it was resting on.
Amused blue eyes looked down on him. "Tried to shift you a couple 'o times,
pet. You do grab on tight. Not that I'm complainin', mind."
"Ummm," Xander blinked sleepy eyes, "shouldn't you be cold or something?"
A sharp bark of laughter. "You never cease to surprise me, Xander. I'm
expectin' indignant and you give me body temperature. 'O course I'm
warmish, I've been snuggling up to you all day. Very nice it is, too."
He
gently rocked his groin against Xander's thigh. "Mmmm, indeed. Good?"
The
sleepy chocolate eyes blinked again.
Spike thought it was nice to wake up with him. That was ...nice, thought
Xander but much too much to process this early. Or late, as the case
probably was. Of course, processing would be much easier if the warmish one
wasn't distracting him with languid caresses from his neck to the small
of his back. Spike rocked his groin again and Xander closed his eyes and
thrust gently against Spike in return. Ohhh yeah. Good. Wait, not good.
Undead. Yes, but, undead who likes you, protective, remember? Friend.
Xander pushed himself up, his arms either side of the vampire. Tilting his
head, he considered the face below him. Then he dipped his head and gently
brushed his lips across Spike's. It was a soft touch, not even a
taste. Then he sat up in the bed, ran a finger along one sharp cheekbone,
swung his legs out of the bed and headed over to his duffel bag.
"Awww. That was just starting t' get interestin'." Spike raised himself
up
on one elbow, wondering if his boy was going to panic. "Didn't pick you
for
a snuggle-up-and-leave-'em-type."
"No, but I am a want-to-take-this-slowly type. If this is a this and not
just some sort of vampire ownership thing? In my life, kissing friends is
always a disaster, as proven by the Cordy and Willow debacle."
The vampire frowned. "Back up a minute there. We'll come back to the
kissing a friend part, with practical demonstration later." He look very
pleased at the thought. "Vampire ownership thing?"
"I really started hitting Giles's books after Dawn bought that Ryan guy
to
meet us."
"Spineless prick. Not good enough for my Dawn."
"I don't think spineless is really applicable when a guy you've just been
introduced to starts growling at you. And getting facial ridges. And starts
grabbing his head in pain. On top of the big bad sister routine Buffy did.
Didn't Dawn mention to you that her social life was ruined after that?"
"Might have said something about that." The vampire was actually
embarrassed. He hated to have his nibblet cross at him even when it was
over her protection
"Well, that was the most obvious time, but you do it one way or another
over all of us. I know why Brendan at the video store won't smile at me any
more when I go in."
"Cross with me, pet?" Spike raised his eyebrow .
"I was, he's cute." Xander ignored the little rumbling growl rising
from
the vampire. "But I sort of understood why you did it. We're friends, all
of us." It wasn't a question but Xander waited for the vampires nod before
continuing. "You are still a vampire, though."
Spike slipped into gameface and flashed his fangs.
Xander grinned. "Stating the obvious, I know."
Spike returned the grin, allowing his gameface to fade away, wondering
where his boy was going with this. He'd obviously been thinking a lot about
the nature of vampire relations. Which could be a good thing or a bad
thing, depending on what he'd read.
"We might be friends, but you're still going to react to us in a vampire
sort of way, so you are protective and possessive. Sort of like a Sire and
his menage."
Spike didn't even try to deny it. "Have the others figured it out?"
"Giles, maybe Willow. Given what I've been reading, you do understand
I'm
worried that this," Xander waved his hands between them, "could just
be a
Sire/Childe thing, in a human and vampire sort of way. Sire hormones
kicking in-do vampires have hormones? Do you want this with the rest? And
that is a so an-I-don't -want-to-go-there-thought. I mean, I know it's
normal for vampires. " Looking for a distraction, Xander delved into his
bag, pulling out jeans and a T-shirt. He frowned at the shirt he pulled
out and rummaged again, pulling some more tees out. "I don't remember
packing these. In fact I don't remember owning these." He waved the handful
at Spike who didn't even have the grace to look shamefaced. "Your fault?
Of
course it's your fault."
"Well, the witches an' Buffy helped. My idea. Look, pet, I like you, a
lot.
I admit to the possessiveness thing since I've got that for the lot of you,
comes with the territory really, but the wanting, well, that's just you."
I want to own you, pet. Claim you. Mark you. Mine. "See me shaggin' the
Slayer? Without the aid of the remnants of a 'thy will be done' spell, that
is. I don't think so. See me with the nibblet or Giles? Not in this
lifetime. The witches, well, mebbe, and don't tell me you hadn't thought o'
that yourself. I may well regard you lot as my menage but I know the
difference. I mean, I know I have t' persuade you lot to do what I want
'stead of just tellin' you."
"So it's definitely only me." Xander didn't realised how intent his
face
was, staring at the vampire waiting for an answer.
"Didn't I just say so, Xander?" He watched the sun come out over
the boy's
face and realisied he liked the feeling of having put it there. Shit, I
have got it bad. His voice dropped to a caress. "Sooo, pet, can we .talk
about the kissing a friend part."
Xander took half a step the seductively smiling vampire. Then shook his
head. "Nope, Mr. gonna-take-it-slow-if-it-kills-you guy here." His
face
took on a serious cast. "I'm glad it's just me. You don't know how I felt,
reading, wondering. I want to take this slow, figure it out."
"Humans." Spike gave an exasperated sigh and sat up in the bed. The
blankets pooled around his hips. Aroused blue eyes tinged with gold looked
back at Xander and a pink tongue delicately licked his lips. "It'll be
damned good between us, pet. Wanna make you moan. Did I tell you I like the
way you arch your back when I stroke your spine?"
Don't jump the vampire, don't reach out and touch the vampire and maybe it
would help if you didn't look at the vampire right now. Xander's eyes, in
defiance of his brain, continued to wander over the vampire's chest.
Spike followed Xander's eye movements. "You could touch me, maybe even
lick my chest. Start about here and," he slid a finger just below the
blankets and lazily trailed it up to circle around his nipple, "finish
here."
"Gah." Xander's eyes were glazed and he was seriously considering
stepping
over to the bed. Just for a taste. He licked his lips. He was rewarded with
a focused gold gaze and a rumbling growlpurr and Spike crouching on the bed
ready to leap.
Ok, so that works. Note to self, when you're ready to be ravished by your
friend-cum-housemate try that again. Now what? "Slowly Spike, chip,
remember? Don't hurt yourself." He walked over to the bed, worried now
that
Spike might try something that would set the chip off. He cradled the pale
face in his hands. "Can we take it slow?" He watched the eyes fade
back to
blue.
"You want me. I can smell it."
He can smell it. Well, so much for not letting him know. "Well yeah, I
think we're well past denial point here. And before you start smirking, you
want me too." Xander's inner cheerleader was having a ball. Well past high
kicks, she was doing mid-air splits. Sometimes sexy blond vamps did want
ordinary brown-haired mortals.
"Wanting aside, I have a really bad history. I had a friend Jesse. I liked
him in an 'oh my god, what is happening to me' way. Then he got turned and
I staked him. Accidentally, but the result was the same. I kissed Willow
and you know what a disaster that was. Let's not forget praying mantis
woman, mummy girl, or me trying to rape Buffy because the hyena inhabiting
me at the time thought she was the perfect mate. Ok, so I actually couldn't
have, let's hear it for Slayer strength, but there's another example of my
bad luck with sex and friends."
Spike looked into chocolate-warm eyes and sighed. He supposed he could
understand what Xander needed. Faded memories of the
human-who'd-been-William reminded him that uncertainty was a normal state
of mind for a human at the beginning of anything strange. So, still *his*,
just not his lover, and Xander was now aware of what Spike wanted and he
hadn't run or denied his own response. Slow was not no.
Spike stroked his smooth cheek against the palms that cradled his head.
"Vampires do want/take you know, but obviously I'm adaptable. Slow it is,
but that isn't to say I won't try to change your mind, slowly. Go get
dressed. Oh and pet, don't shower."
Xander let his fingers linger for a moment as he let go of Spike's head.
"Thanks, Spike." Then he wrinkled his nose "Yuck. Why?"
"Right now you smell of me. Haven't been in London for a few years an'
I
don't know the power structure. Other demons 'll scent me on you and
probably leave you alone. Reinforces my claim." He looked Xander up and
down. "Mine."
"Not yet." Xander replied firmly as he gathered his clothes and gear
and
headed for the bathroom to change.