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Rating: NC-17 (for the naughty sex parts) |
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Where? When? Gah!
by
Margie
1 The Plan
Xander was spending a lazy Sunday afternoon with his lover. They
had just woken up and were now finishing up their make shift
breakfast.
He stopped for a moment to watch as Spike emptied the dishwasher.
He was only wearing a pair of boxers so every time he reached down
for a clean plate and then reached up to place it in a cabinet Xander
could admire his muscles bunching and contracting.
"If you want this place clean before the witches arrive you better stop
staring at me like that luv." Spike said without turning around.
Xander grinned and stood. He too was only in a pair of boxers
making his arousal difficult to miss. He stepped up behind Spike and
pressed his entire length against him as he wrapped his arms around
Spike's waist. He placed his chin on Spike's shoulder and leaned in
to whisper in his ear.
"I think it's clean enough." He replied just before biting down on
Spike's lobe.
Spike groaned and pushed back to grind himself against Xander's
erection. He could feel the hard pulse of his lover's cock nestled in
between his arse cheeks. His own cock responding with a twitch and
throb.
Xander's hands moved up from his waist to find and circle each of
Spike's nipples. He took one and began to pinch and roll it, while his
mouth trailed wet circles along Spike's sensitive neck.
Spike's head lolled to the side, giving his lover more access. He
groaned and closed his eyes as the sensations rolled over him.
"Xan! Fuck, I love you!" Spike cried as Xander twisted his nipple
mercilessly. His hips thrusting involuntarily forward and back against
Xan's cock.
"You love me, or you love what I do to you?" Xander teased.
"Both luv." He grinned and spun in his lover's arms, causing their
erections to rub against one another. Both men groaned and thrust
forward seeking more contact.
Spike leaned in to capture Xander's lips with his own. He licked at
Xander's bottom lip asking for permission to enter. Xander opened
obligingly and Spike dove in thrusting his tongue out to trace Xander's
top teeth. Xander moaned around their dueling tongues. He could
feel the rasp of Spike's taste buds rubbing roughly against his own.
He could feel Spike's cool hands wandering down his body. The
muscles in his abdomen clenching as Spike traced the contours
there.
When he reached Xander's waistband he moved down swiftly to
squeeze Xander's hard cock through the rough material before
reaching back up to pull the offending garment off.
They pulled apart to allow Xander a breath. "Bedroom. Now."
Xander tugged off the last of Spike's clothing as they made their way
toward their shared room. Once their Xander shoved Spike onto the
bed where he splayed himself out with legs spread wantonly and
arms held above his head as if bound.
Xander bit his lip trying to stifle the groan at the picture his lover
created. He often teased Spike about the way that sex clung to the
vampire almost leaking from every pore of his being. In moments like
this Xander knew that it was more than just a tease, it was genuine.
Slowly he crawled up his lover's body stopping here and there to lick
or bite an irresistible spot of flesh. When he reached his lover's face
he looked down to see Spike's crystal blue eyes were flashing yellow
and his unneeded breath was coming out in short shallow pants.
Suddenly Spike reared up and flipped Xander so that their positions
were reversed. He went to work on Xan's neck, nibbling and licking
at the bite mark there. Xander moaned arching into the touch, his
dick pulsing with each lick.
"Please Spike!" Xander cried. He could feel his cock dripping with
pre-cum. He ached for more friction to ease the painful member.
"Please what luv?" Spike murmured as he traveled down his lover's
hard body.
When he reached Xan's groin he looked up with an evil smirk. "Did
you need something luv?" He stopped short his lips barely grazing
the head of Xander's cock. Xander moaned and thrust up wildly, but
Spike was too fast.
"Please…" Xander begged. He opened his eyes to lever Spike with a
desire filled chocolate gaze. "Suck me."
Spike shuddered then swooped down and took all of Xander in one
swallow. Xander cried out, his hands flying up to wrap the headboard
in white knuckled fists. His hips thrust up rhythmically, as Spike lifted
up and then slammed back down to swallow him down to the root.
Spike nuzzled his nose in Xander's crisp curls. Just feeling the hot
pulse of blood through Xan's cock. He slowed his rhythm. Letting his
tongue slide along the length feeling for every vein and ridge. On
each upward stroke he pulled his mouth almost completely free of the
straining erection.
Xander was babbling incoherently, unable to form complete thoughts
with Spike's cool mouth lapping at him. When Spike's tongue stroked
out to slide into his sensitive slit, Xander felt his balls tighten and draw
up. His hands came off the headboard and reached down to thread
their way through Spike's soft curls.
"Spike! Fuck, I'm cumming!" He managed to warn right before he
shot down Spike's throat. He could feel the muscles tighten around
his dick as Spike swallowed automatically. His body slumping as the
last of his ropy semen spurted into his lover's waiting mouth.
Spike made his way back up Xan's body. He smirked at the sated
look that met him. When Xander's eyes opened to meet his, he
leaned down and languidly kissed the boy's parted lips.
They continued to kiss and pet each other, until Spike could no longer
stand it. He began to thrust against Xander's hip letting his pre-
ejaculate cover the area there. The sweet slide of flesh against wet
flesh made him groan. "Xan luv…ungh…want you." He punctuated
his words with passionate kisses.
"Yes." Xander moaned into his lover's mouth. "Take me Spike."
Spike reached down and grabbed hold of Xander's right leg. He
hoisted it up until it rested on his shoulder. Taking Xander's other leg
to wrap it securely around his waist he positioned himself at Xander's
entrance.
Grabbing the lube he slicked both his hand and his cock at the same
time. Reaching down he kissed Xander once again as he pushed
one finger into Xan's puckered opening. As their tongues played,
Spike slipped in a second finger sliding them both in, out and around
until he could feel Xander's muscles relax.
He had just the tip of his third finger inserted when Xander pulled
roughly away from his mouth. "Take me Spike!" He demanded.
"Don't need anymore." He pulled at Spike's hands until his fingers
were free. "Just need you." He punctuated this last thought by
plunging his tongue back into Spike's open mouth.
Spike groaned, aligning himself up with Xander's hole. He pushed in
slowly feeling the ring of muscles squeeze in resistance. When the
tip of his mushroom head finally breached the circle they both
groaned. Spike stopped wanting to give him time to adjust, but
Xander couldn't resist bearing down and taking another inch in.
His cock was half hard again, the feel of Spike filling him making it
impossible to stay flaccid. Spike continued to push in slowly until he
was fully sheathed within his lover. He leaned down careful not to
press too much weight on to Xan as he took the scarred bite mark
into his mouth and sucked. Xander's erection twitched to full
hardness.
"Yeah…oh god!"
Spike took that as his cue to begin slamming into Xander, his hips
pistoning at high speed. He could smell the salty sweat as it dripped
off Xander's body, and it made him even harder. It made his mouth
water at the thought of licking his lover's body all over.
"Touch yourself Xan." Spike ordered as he felt his climax
approaching.
Obediently Xander reached down and grasped his erection in a loose
fist. He began to pump in time with Spike's thrust, groaning every
time his prostate was stimulated. He groaned at the slight pain as he
rubbed the flesh encasing his over-stimulated cock.
At the sight of Xander's self-pleasuring Spike could feel his balls draw
up. He wanted to make sure Xander came so he shifted to support
himself one handed. His other hand came around to grab one of
Xander's nipples and twist painfully. He was rewarded as Xander's
eyes rolled to the back of his head and his cum shot out to coat
Spike's pale chest. Howling his own pleasure Spike let loose.
They lay together, limbs entwined as they came down from their
sexual high.
"Love you." Xander murmured as he snuggled in closer to Spike's
chest.
Spike kissed the top of Xander's head and murmured a quiet reply,
"Love you too Xan."
He still couldn't quite believe that his unlife had taken such a sharp
turn. If anyone had asked him two years ago if he and the whelp
would be shacking up, he'd have laughed his arse off.
It was Red's spell that had done it though. He and Xander had been
at each other's throats for weeks when suddenly they'd been tossed
into each other's bodies, each having to cope with being the other
person. It had given them both a chance to learn a little about the
other person. Xander learned exactly what it was like to live with a
chip and the blood lust, and Spike had learned exactly where
Xander's zeppo image stemmed from.
He sighed and wrapped his arm more securely around his lover. He
supposed he owed the witch some for his current state. He hated
being around her when she was performing the mojo, but she did
deserve something for what she'd given him. For that he would be
willing to at least listen to what she was planning.
***
At around 5pm Xander woke to find himself trapped in his lover's cool
embrace. He smiled and reached up to kiss Spike on the chin,
nudging him awake.
"Come on sleepy head! The girls are going to be here any minute."
Xander scrambled off the bed searching for his jeans and a less
rumpled t-shirt.
"Told ya, it was either sex or a clean apartment. You chose sex."
Spike grumbled and rolled back over onto his side.
Xander laughed and smacked Spike on his bare ass, causing the
vamp to yelp. "Come on! We still have a few minutes to do a quick
sweep." Xander shuffled out of the way as Spike tried to grab him.
He could hear a mumbled, "Demanding whelp!" as he walked out into
the living room. He grinned and began to gather the newspaper and
other odds and ends to stack them neatly on the coffee table.
They were in the kitchen cleaning up the last of their breakfast dishes
and stealing a few kisses along the way, when the doorbell chimed.
Xander opened it to reveal Willow and Tara. The red witch holding
the blonde by the arm and cooing soft words of love and comfort at
her.
Xander's light mood vanished as he gazed at his longtime friend and
her lover. His heart ached to think that it could just as easily have
been his lover, if not for the fact that he was "tainted" as Glory put it.
As it was, Spike had been tortured and nearly beaten to death at the
hands of the hell goddess.
"Come on in Wills. Tara." Xander gestured them both into the living
room.
Willow led Tara to the sofa and sat her down, taking the seat beside
her. She waited until both Spike and Xander had joined them before
beginning.
"I have an idea. To help Tara I mean." She began tentatively.
"There's a spell that I know. I think that I can modify it a little so that it
can help." She stole a glance at the girl beside her.
Tara was sitting peacefully, playing with a strand of her hair. She had
a soft smile on her face and it made Willow's heart ache. She knew
that there was no more intelligence behind that smile. At least if there
was, it was trapped behind an impenetrable wall. And wasn't that a
horrific idea? What if underneath all the madness Tara was there,
screaming to get out? Goddess she needed to help her!
"It will make her forget." At the confused looks she continued.
"Forget what Glory did to her. Forget that she's lost her mind. I think
it might bring her back." Willow said that last part quietly, with more
than just a little hope.
"I don't know Will. What if it goes wrong? Or what if it doesn't do
anything at all?" Xander reached out to grab a hold of his best
friend's hand. "I don't want you to be disappointed."
"I'll take that chance. What's a little disappointment? It's a chance to
bring her back, and I can't just walk away from that." Willow pled,
turning her puppy dog eyes on them both. "Would you, if it were
Spike? Or Xander?" She turned to question each of them.
"I’d risk anything for Xan."
"I'd risk anything for Spike."
They both spoke at once. They turned to give soft smiles to each
other before returning to Willow's earnest stare.
"What about the spell itself? You said you'd have to change it
somehow?" Spike asked, wary of the implications.
"I know it sounds dangerous, but it's not really. I just have to change
the focus from general memories to a specific moment in time. The
moment that insanity descended." Willow explained.
Spike sighed. Willow was right. They couldn't leave Tara as she
was. And if this had happened to his Xanpet, he wouldn't think twice
about the risks. He nodded once, reaching out to grasp Xander's free
hand in his own. "We'll help." He answered for them both.
2 The Spell
Tara sat on the floor of the Magic Box surrounded by Willow, Buffy,
Xander, and Spike. Willow had poured a circle of sand around the
girl, and was now setting up a candle in front of each participant.
They were each sitting at one of the four corners - North, South, East,
and West.
Willow had made sure that Giles would be out on an errand while
they did the spell. She knew that Giles didn't approve of her
manipulating the magicks for a spell this powerful, especially when
she had to modify it to her needs.
"Okay," she began as she seated herself at the North position. "Grab
hands, and don't let go." She cautioned them.
"The spell is in Latin, so you won't be able to understand it. But you
all know what we're trying to do." She stared at each one as they
nodded ascent, before continuing. "If this works, Tara will be back
with us." She gave her love a soft look.
Each candle was lit and the lights dimmed before all four scooby
members took hold of each other's hands. Xander took a deep
breath, hoping for the sake of his best friend and her girlfriend that
this would work. He glanced at his right, the South position, to see
Spike and flashed back to their earlier conversation.
***
"I'm worried pet."
"I know Spike, but we have to try."
"It's just that whenever Red messes with the mojo, you or I tend to get
zapped along the way." Spike gave Xander a concerned look.
"Don't worry." He grasped Spike's hand and squeezed. "Nothing's
going to happen."
They shared a brief kiss before heading over to the shop.
***
As Xander came back to himself he heard Willow punctuate the chant
with a final "Tabula Rasa!" And then suddenly there was wind
whipping through the room. The candles were flickering madly and
Tara began a keening wail.
Sobs racked Tara's body as it was lifted off the ground, levitating a
few feet in the air. Her hands came up to her face and began to rake
long fingernails along her cheeks and neck.
Seeing this Spike lunged forward to stop the girl from hurting herself
further. He heard Willow's desperate cry and Xander's anguished
howl as he broke the circle and tackled the blonde witch.
"No!" Xander saw everything in slow motion. His lover leapt to Tara's
defense dropping Xander's and Buffy's hands to reach her. He heard
Willow's warning and saw the flash of light as Spike breached the
circle of sand and made contact with Tara.
Then suddenly the room was deathly quiet.
Xander scrambled to his feet and rushed toward Spike. He wasn't
moving, but at least he wasn't dust. Without breath or pulse he
couldn't tell how badly hurt his love had been.
Willow was kneeling next to him her hand wrapped around Tara's
wrist, searching for a pulse. Tara's breathing was shallow, but
steady. As the minutes passed Willow could tell that they were
growing stronger, as was the beat of her heart.
"Spike please." Xander murmured as he ran a soothing hand through
Spike's curls. He'd positioned them so that Spike's head was in his
lap and he continued to pet and whisper quiet words to his vamp.
Tara's eyes blinked open and she squinted up at Willow, whose tears
were falling quietly down her face. "Tara baby?" She asked quietly,
pleading.
"W-willow?" Tara's mouth was dry. She swallowed trying to bring
more saliva out to wet it down. "What happened?"
At Tara's coherent reply, Willow let out a ragged sob. She wrapped
her arms around her lover and brought her up to squeeze against her
chest.
After her heart rate slowed to a more normal level, she eased Tara
away from her. "Tara honey? Do you know who I am?" Her eyes
bored down into those of her girlfriend.
"Of course Willow. Why wouldn’t I?" Tara was perplexed.
Buffy sat quietly as Willow took in the fact that Tara's mind had been
returned to her. At Tara's convulsive swallowing she stood to retrieve
a glass of water from the kitchenette. While she was there she
grabbed a blood bag for Spike and heated it in the microwave. She
assumed that he would probably need one when he woke as well.
She returned to the main shop to find Willow placing soft kisses all
over Tara's face. Spike was still unconscious and laying in Xander's
lap. She could see unshed tears pooling in Xander's eyes and she
quickly knelt beside him to place a hand of support on his shoulder.
He looked up at her, blinking rapidly. One tear, then two slid slowly
down his cheek. His head snapped back down as he felt the vampire
stir below him.
"Spike?" He whispered softly.
Spike's lids opened to reveal ice blue eyes staring up at him. A grin
split Xander's face and the few tears that hadn't yet been shed fell.
He leaned down to kiss Spike softly on the lips, reassuring himself
that his lover was awake and still non-dusty.
When he pulled back Spike's face was a mix of confusion and
embarrassment.
Quickly Xander patted his lover's body, searching for injuries. He
berated himself for not checking earlier, but when he found nothing of
significance he glanced back up at Spike's face.
"What's the matter Spike? Are you hurt? Did I hurt you?" Xander
asked. The look of confusion still masking his lover's cherub features.
Xander stared at him willing him to speak. When he finally did,
Xander's heart nearly stopped.
"Who are you?"
***
They all sat around Giles' living room, the ex-watcher finishing up his
lecture on the proper use of magicks. Spike sat quietly in one corner,
confusion and fear rolling off him in waves. Xander sat miserably on
the couch, trying not to focus pleading eyes on his forgetful vamp.
"Now, I'll have to go over exactly the spell that Willow used if I'm to go
about reversing it for Spike." Giles gave Willow a stern look.
She tried to look contrite, tried to be sorry, but all she felt was relief
and joy that Tara was well again. When she turned toward the girl
next to her, her eyes swept across the room landing briefly on the
hunched form of her best friend. The happiness suffusing her body
dimmed slightly knowing that she had caused the pain that he was
now feeling.
"I'm sorry Xander." She said quietly.
"I know Wills. It's not really your fault I guess. Spike knew he
shouldn't have broken the circle. You warned us all." Xander tried to
be gracious.
"Don't worry Xander, we can reverse the spell." Giles was
reassuring. "It will just take some time to work out."
"Time we don’t have." Xander looked up, eyes dark and sad. "We
have to concentrate on Glory."
Giles wandered over to the couch, sitting down next to his pseudo-
son. He placed a hand on his shoulder and squeezed. "We'll make
the time."
"Thanks." Xander gave him a brief smile, before glancing quickly at
Spike then looking away.
Giles turned in his seat, now facing the vampire. "What do you
remember Spike?"
William didn't answer, still trying to take in his surroundings. He was
thoroughly confused and hadn't really understood a word any of the
people around him had been saying. What was a scooby? And who
was Spike?
"Spike?" Giles tried again.
"I'm sorry sir, are you speaking to me?" William asked politely.
Giles raised his eyebrow and stared at the man in front of him.
Spike's accent had changed and he no longer sounded like a street
urchin. "Yes. Can you tell me what you remember?"
"Well sir…" William thought back to his last clear memory. "I
remember leaving the party. I was in a dreadful hurry. I'm afraid I
might have been a bit rude to a few of the people that I met along my
route home." He furrowed his brow in thoughtful concern. "Although I
don't quite remember returning home. Did I hit my head along the
way?"
"The party?" Buffy asked realization dawning.
"Yes miss. It was held at Cecily Adams house. Do you know her?"
He asked at the look of recognition on Buffy's face.
"No. I'm afraid that I don't." She answered automatically while
gesturing to Xander and Giles to follow her to the kitchen. "Please
excuse us."
William nodded his head in assent as they made their way out of the
room.
Xander was hyperventilating. Buffy was explaining what he already
knew. Over the course of their relationship Spike had been more and
more forthcoming about his life before he was turned. Xander knew
all the details of the turning as well. So he was more than aware of
how much time Spike had lost.
"He doesn't remember anything! What are we going to do?" Buffy
asked, wincing as she noticed the affect her words had on Xander.
"Sorry Xan."
"'S okay." He mumbled back, hoping that Giles would have an
answer.
"Well, I'm afraid that we'll just have to explain to him what has
happened and some of the things that he's forgotten. He needs to
know the basics so that he can take care of himself. At least until we
can reverse the spell." Giles tried to comfort Xander with the firm
belief that they WOULD reverse the spell.
They returned to the living room, once again seating themselves on
the couch to face Spike.
"Spike - " Giles began.
"Why do you persist in calling me that?" William interrupted,
frustration and agitation making him forget his manners.
"Er…um…What would you like us to call you?"
"William is my christian name." He answered.
"Okay then. William it is." Giles placated. "William, there are a few
things we need to tell you. About what happened that night, and
since that night." Giles began.
"William, have you heard of vampires?"
"You mean those stories made up to scare children?" Will answered
with a smirk that made Xander ache inside.
"They're not made up Spi - um…William. They're real. And I'm the
Vamiper Slayer." Buffy interrupted.
"Buffy please." Giles reprimanded.
Had he fallen in with a group of madmen? Vampires real? Maybe
he'd hit his head harder than he thought and he was still unconscious
in the hopsital?
Giles turned back to William. "I'm afraid she is correct William. I
know this is difficult to believe, but do you remember the people you
thought you might have been rude to on the way home that night?"
William nodded slowly.
"They were vampires. They found you later and they turned you."
"Turned me? What does that mean?" William's face was taking on a
look of concern. What had happened to him that night?
Xander leaned forward desperately wishing he could take Spike's
hand. Instead he settled for staring deeply into his eyes. "It
means…William, that you're a vampire now too."
"What? That's ridiculous!" William decreed.
"It's true. That was over a hundred years ago. You've been a
vampire ever since." Willow chimed in, trying to reason with him.
"Now I know you're all barmy! 100 years! That is clearly impossible."
"Look around you Will." Xander implored. "Have you ever seen
these things before?" Xander gestured toward the TV and the stereo.
He could see the lines on Spike's forehead crinkling in confusion.
"We aren't trying to trick you. We just want you to understand."
Xander willed Spike to believe him. "Wills accidentally hit you with a
spell and you've just forgotten a few things, but we'll fix it soon. I
promise."
William looked around him spying things he'd never even imagined
were possible. There were bright lights shining through the flat.
Lights that didn't look anything like burning torches, or candles. He
wasn't sure what the boxes the young man had pointed out were
supposed to do, but they certainly didn't appear familiar.
"Where are we? Are we still in England?" He asked quietly, not quite
believing the evidence yet.
"No. We're in Sunnydale, California. That's in the Americas. The
United States of America, that is." Xander answered softly.
"And what year is it?" William was slowly trying to process the
conversation.
"It's 2001." Xander answered.
There was silence for a few moments. William continued to look
around the room. His gaze fell on each scooby as he swept his eyes
back and forth. Even if the room itself weren't so odd, the occupants
of the room definitely did not belong. The young ladies were dressed
extremely scantily. And the gentlemen were wearing what looked like
servant's clothing, at least the young man was.
And for the first time that night William stopped to study himself. His
clothes were in disarray, and were certainly not what he remembered
himself last wearing. Of course if he had been taken to hospital they
would probably have fitted him with one of their gowns. But these did
not appear to be hospital clothing either.
He sighed, the confusion and fear returning to fill his being almost
beyond bearing. He turned his head wanting to meet the eyes of the
young man who had seemed so earnestly concerned for him earlier.
They sat staring at each other for a few minutes before he finally
spoke again.
"Where?" Will shook his head. Xander wanted to reach out and
smooth the worry lines streaking across his lover's face. "When?"
Will looked so lost, Xander's fingers itched to move, but he held
himself back.
He knew the moment the information finally sunk into Spike's brain.
He stood and began to make his way over to the vampire, knowing
that a melt down was about to occur. When it hit, he was already
sitting by Spike's side. "Gah!"
3 The Breakdown
Xander automatically reached out to wrap his arms around Spike.
The vampire's body was shaking and he was continually repeating
the phrase, "no it is quite impossible," in a frantic whisper.
"Shhh. It'll be okay Will." Xander rocked him back and forth, cradling
him in his embrace. "I'll take care of you." He leaned down and
gently placed a kiss on top of Will's crown of blonde hair.
At the feel of Xander's soft lips, Will leapt to his feet. He was
extremely embarrassed and could not for the life of him figure out why
he was not a deep crimson. This young man had kissed him twice
tonight! Once on the lips! Will had never kissed another person
before, except for mother of course. Let alone another gentleman.
And on the lips! What was going on?
Xander quickly masked his expression of hurt, realizing that it wasn't
Spike's fault that he no longer remembered his life. He stomped
down on the feelings of anger toward Willow and frustration in general
that were threatening to swamp him.
"I'm sorry Will." Xander tried to apologize, but Spike held up a hand
to forestall him.
"I don't believe any of this." Will was adamant. "I don't know what
you've done. If you've somehow drugged me, or if you have indeed
invented some sort of time traveling device that has brought me here.
But I know that I am most definitely not some mythical vampire
creature!"
Will retreated to the other side of the room, placing himself as far from
the others as possible. He sat down his arms coming around to cross
and hug his waist. "And I do not believe in witches, or spells,
or…or…any of this!" Like a child throwing a tantrum Will expelled his
last breath and then sat gracing the group with a stubborn yet
somehow vulnerable look.
"Will." Xander tried to approach, but stopped as soon as he saw
Spike flinch at his first step. He swallowed the lump in his throat and
continued. "Look at yourself. Are you anything like you last
remember? Haven't you noticed that you haven't taken a breath
since you woke? Try to feel for your pulse." Xander watched as
Spike lifted a hand to his neck, searching for the non-existent
heartbeat. "It's not there is it?" He asked softly.
"That doesn't mean anything." Spike's voice was a whisper. "I'm not
a proper doctor."
"Will, I know you're scared. I know you don't have a reason to trust
us, but please…" Xander begged. "If you could remember you'd
know that you trust us with your life." Xander tried to stop the tear
from falling but failed. He wiped it away quickly.
"Look at yourself." He repeated. He gestured toward the mirror
above the fireplace mantle. He watched as Will stood and walked
over. And he was by his side, catching his falling body as Will fainted
at the distinct lack of reflection.
Xander placed Spike gently on Giles' bed, tucking him under the
covers. Knowing he was still unconscious Xander bent down to press
his lips to Spike's forehead whispering softly. "I love you."
He stood and returned to the living room, sighing as he took a seat on
the floor.
"I think it might be better if we let Spike sleep here tonight Xander."
Giles prompted gently.
"I know." Xander shook his head. "I can't believe it's wigging him out
every time I go near him." He dry washed his face, rubbing at the
stubble. "Did you see his face when I kissed him?"
"It's not you Xan." Buffy tried to reassure him. "I don't think he was
ever with another guy until after he was turned."
"I know." Xander hung his head. "I guess I'm just being stupid.
Thinking that he loved me enough to just know. You know?"
"Xan stop!" Willow admonished. "You know that Spike loves you.
It's just the spell. He can't help it."
"I know." How many times did he have to repeat it for him to believe
it? "Maybe we should all go get some rest. He's good with you right
G-man?" Xander had to ask.
"Of course Xander. I'll take care of him until you return tomorrow."
Giles promised.
"Okay. I'll bring a few blood bags when I come back. Don't know
how long he'll have to stay here, right?" Xan asked his voice low and
sad.
"It won't be long Xan, I promise." Willow tried to guarantee.
***
He was having a breakdown. An honest to goodness breakdown.
Just when he thought his life was somehow on the right track. A
decent job, a vamp to love, the gods decided to step in and knock him
on his ass.
Xander sank back into his mattress, his head resting lightly on the
pillows. He could smell the faint spice that was Spike, leather and
smoke twisted together. He hugged his lover's pillow to his face,
inhaling the scent.
He couldn't stop the small sob that escaped. He didn't think he had
any tears left to spill tonight. I guess I am a nancy boy, he thought.
And then smiled at the reminder of Spike.
There were so many reminders. They'd invaded each other's lives so
thoroughly over the past two years. Xander could hardly remember
what it had been like before they'd been together. He released the
pillow rolling onto his back to stare up at the ceiling.
His hand came up automatically to caress the scar on his neck. He
could feel his cock twitch at the gentle touch. The biggest reminder of
all. His mark. Spike's claim.
Suddenly he was laughing so loud and so hard that he had to sit up to
catch his breath. The image of Buffy's confused expression and
Giles' exasperated one dancing before his eyes.
***
A few weeks after they'd been returned to their own bodies they had
been out on patrol with Buffy and Giles. Xander had been blind-sided
and tackled by a vamp. As the fangs descended toward his neck
Xander continued to struggle, when abruptly the vamp reared back
and leapt off him.
"Consort!" The vamp hissed, just before Buffy's stake plunged
through its heart.
"What was that all about?" Buffy asked, as she helped Xander up.
"Gotta be more careful Xan."
"Xander! Please tell me that you didn't!" Giles demanded having
heard the vampire's dying declaration.
"Didn't what G-man?" Xander tried to widen his eyes in innocence.
Spike came up beside him and grabbed his hand in support. "What
are you on about watcher?"
"You know what I'm on about Spike!" Giles hissed. "Did you or did
you not bite and claim Xander as consort?" He demanded.
"You bit Xander!" Buffy cried, her hand coming up wielding Mr.
Pointy. "You are so dust!"
"Buffy stop!" Xander cried, stepping in front of his vamp. "He didn't
bite me."
Giles was beside him in a second pulling down the collar of his shirt.
"Then what do you call this?" Giles pointed at the visible scar gracing
his collarbone where shoulder and neck met.
"A bite…" Xander began. "Buffy stop! Let me explain."
"This better be good." Buffy stood tapping her toe, Mr. Pointy at the
ready.
Xander turned to face Slayer and watcher both. "I did it." He could
tell that Spike was just itching to rub Buffy's face in this fact, so he
punched him in the shoulder to keep him from making any dusty
comments.
"Huh?" Buffy asked.
"I did it." He enunciated slowly. "When I was Spike. I bit him, while
he was me." Xander tried to explain.
"Xander, do you have any idea what - " Giles began but was quickly
cut off.
"Yeah Giles I do. Spike explained it all before I did it. He wanted to
make sure I knew what I was doing." Xander gave his lover a warm
smile. "I did it anyway. Because I wanted to. Because I love him.
Because I want to carry his mark. And because at the time I wanted
to claim HIM."
Spike let loose a subsonic growl at the fierce proprietorship Xander
expressed.
Ignoring his friends Xander grabbed Spike and pulled him into a
strong embrace. Their lips met and their tongues danced. They both
moaned as their denim covered erections rubbed together. When
they finally broke apart, Xander turned back to Buffy and Giles and
promptly burst out laughing.
Buffy's nose was scrunched up in confusion. Giles' face bore a look
of utter exasperation, although Xander could see traces of a crimson
blush.
He grabbed Spike and turned to head home. At Buffy's parting
comment Xander's body shook with silent laughter, knowing that he'd
never forget the look on his friends faces.
"You bit yourself?"
***
Xander wiped the tears of laughter from his face. He lay back down
on the bed, wrapping his body around Spike's pillow once more. He
sighed deeply at the memories. There were so many good
memories. So many things that he knew he'd never forget, even if his
vamp could never remember.
No! Giles promised that they would reverse the spell. Maybe it was a
little like amnesia. Maybe if he could be reminded of enough things,
he'd remember on his own? He wasn't hit with the full spell like Tara
was anyway.
Tomorrow he would try to talk to Spike some more. Maybe he could
just tell him a few stories about their lives over the past two years. He
couldn't have forgotten everything. With that wishful thought, Xander
finally drifted off to sleep.
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