Patrolling in the Rain
Kiss Bingo : Location: In the Rain
Title : Patrolling in the Rain
Pairing : Spike/Xander, inferred Buffy/Angel
Rating : not quite NC17
Summary : Patrolling in the rain can be fun if you're with the right person. Not so much if you're not. An interlude from the Defender!verse.
The rain totally suited her mood. Pulling the mac tighter around her neck, Buffy sighed, lengthening her stride as she passed some old tombstones. She knew Spike and Xander were supposed to be patrolling Restview that evening and hoped not to run into them. She sighed again, flinching as some of the rain managed to sneak between the gap between her hat and her neck, sliding down her spine in a cold, wet trail.
The argument with Angel had been stupid – she knew it was stupid and so did he – but it was easier than facing the real problem, which was whether or not she would accept his claim. They avoided that topic assiduously, side stepping it like a giant mess in the middle of the floor, but it was always just there – always in the back of her, and probably, his mind. Him slamming out of the house on Revello Drive, shouting that he was going back to L.A since he obviously wasn't needed in Sunnydale pricking at her. Neither of them were very good at backing down, and more and more lately, that's how their evenings together went. She hated to even think it, but he seemed more and more Angelus-like as time went by and although she knew there was no chance of the demon being unleashed, it still scared her. Perhaps Xander was right, perhaps it was just two alphas fighting it out, but either way it was making life truly suck.
Her mind was in such turmoil, constantly churning over the issue. She loved him, she really did. And she believed he was her soul-mate. But she couldn't forget what Angelus had done when he got free and the Slayer within her couldn't seem to get past the fact that when all was said and done, Angel was a vampire. And it was her job – her sacred duty if you like – to kill vampires. How was she meant to reconcile that to tying herself to one for the rest of her existence? An existence that would be unnaturally long if she let him claim her.
Added to that, there was the fact that he was needed in L.A. - the Powers that Be had made it clear that his path to redemption was pretty much tied to the City of Angels, and wasn't that a pun that left a bad taste in her mouth? Tapping her stake against her thigh, she tried to make a list of the pros and cons but gave up almost immediately. You couldn't, shouldn't make a decision like that based on pros and cons – it was way too important to be done that way. Although sometimes she almost envied Xander – he hadn't had time to panic over the claim, circumstances making things go so quickly he barely had time to say 'I do'. And he seemed happy with that. He seemed happy with Spike. Scowling, she kicked out at one of the tombstones, cursing the lack of vamps. Where was a good fight when you needed one?
The sounds of a scuffle and high-pitched yipping reached her, and picking up her pace she moved towards it, hoping for the chance to alleviate some tension. But once she reached the actual fight, it was obvious that she wasn't needed – Spike and Xander were playing with a group of fledges, kicking, punching and generally tossing them around. Xander's speed and strength had grown amazingly since the claim, and he was really coming into his new powers. That added to the training that Spike insisted on meant that he was a pleasure to watch – all smooth lean kick-ass motion, almost like he was dancing in the rain. Shaggy dark hair gleaming with rain drops, huge white grin in his tanned face as he twisted smoothly and kicked out at the fledge trying to sneak up at him from behind. The kick sent the fledge skidding back into it's original grave, the mud making it difficult for it to get back out again.
Spike scowled, saying “Fuckin' hell, they can't even get out of their friggin' graves now – talk about givin' vamps a bad name!” Xander laughed, staking the last vamp close to him before moving over and putting the one struggling to get out of his grave out of of his misery. Finishing up himself, Spike dusted his hands together, pushing his hair back, eyelashes spiked by the rainwater so that his eyes stood out starkly on his cool white face in the moonlight.
“God, Pet, always gets me so hot watching you fight” he said, manoeuvring Xander backwards to the nearest crypt. Shoving him up against the wall, he reached up and grabbed the wet strands of Xander's hair, tugging his face down so that he could catch the pouting lips in a kiss.
Completely oblivious or uncaring of the rain soaking through them, they kissed deeply, arms wrapped around each other, hands fighting with clothes. Xander hissed as Spike pulled his jacket up, scrabbling with the material so that he could reach dampened skin, nails scraping down his spine and dragging a moan from him. Hooking one leg over Spike's hip, Xander thrust his groin into his lover's, grabbing his ass in both hands and squeezing as he pulled him forwards.
“Fuuucccck, Pet, ya makin' it hard to remember we're supposed to be on patrol - “ Xander giggled, the high pitch revealing how close to the surface the hyena actually was. His eyes flashed an eerie green, fangs gleaming as he threw his head back and laughed.
“We've cleared this place out – we're just taking a little break....” Xander smirked then lurched forward, sucking Spike's tongue into his mouth, tangling his own with it. He tried to slide his hand down the back of Spike's jeans, desperate to touch that silky smooth skin but couldn't get under the sodden material. He pulled back, laughing once more at the dazed look on Spike's face. Looking up to the sky, he grinned, the rain following the planes of his face, drops glinting in the moonlight.
Spike sighed, stroking his hand down Xander's profile. “So fuckin' beautiful you are Pet – and you're all mine.”
“Beautiful? Don't think so, Prof – you're the beautiful one in this partnership. Beauty and the Beast maybe?” Cradling Spike's face carefully in his hands, he leaned forward, taking little sips of the raindrops sliding past the chiselled cheekbones, catching them with his tongue as they slid down to his chin. Following them down towards his neck, he nibbled and sucked at the pale column, moving closer to the clear imprint of his bite highlighted against the moon-white skin against the darkness of the teeshirt. The fact that his bite had scarred showed that Spike's demon accepted his claim, and he got so horny just seeing it there for the world to see. He slid his fingertips gently over the mark, laying a soft kiss on it.
“Sod it, let's go home! What I really wanna do we can't do here without you probably catching a fuckin' cold – you humans and all your flippin' illnesses!”. Dragging himself away from Xander's grasp, he laid one more kiss on him, then took him by the hand. Grinning as the young man tried to adjust himself in his trousers, Spike turned and began striding in the direction of home. However sexy Xander made the rain feel, he wanted space and warmth to spread out and enjoy his boy in comfort.
“Last one home is bottom!” Yipping with glee, Xander sprinted off, catching Spike off-guard.
“Oi – that's cheating!!” Laughing, Spike gave chase – he didn't care who was bottom as long as it was him and Xander together.
Unseen, unnoticed, Buffy watched the two of them – the Big Bad and the former Donut Boy. Seeing them together was all sorts of sexy – they made an incredibly handsome pair, their feelings for each other blazing through for all to see. Spike loved everything about Xander – his geekiness and goofiness, the growing animalistic powers, his loyalty to his Pack. And Xander – who had always hated vampires with such a passion – was obviously completely gaga over Spike. He'd nicknamed him Prof because Spike loved reading to him, sharing his love of poetry and books. He relished the possessiveness of the demon, sometimes deliberately baiting Spike into a heated sparring session that ended quite typically for them, and ensured that everyone knocked before going into the training room now. And he adored the Big Bad, once telling Buffy that there was something about Spike when he was all loud and snarky that drove him wild.
And more than anything, that made her feel so very alone. Would she ever have that with Angel? Claim or no claim? Straightening her shoulders, she wiped the rain off her face, determinedly pretending not to notice that some of the moisture was tears. If Xander and Spike were off home, it looked like she needed to patrol Restview after all. Tough life-changing decisions could wait another night.
Ignoring the rain hammering down, soaking through his great coat and spilling into his eyes as it dripped from his hair, Angel watched Buffy as she walked further into the cemetery. Then sighing, he turned and walked the other way.
Green Eyed Angel
KissBingo : emotion : jealousy
Title : Green Eyed Angel
Pairing : Buffy/Angel mentions of Xander/Spike
Rating : R
Summary : Based in the Defender!verse. Still awaiting Buffy's decision about the claim, Angel watches and waits....
He knew, and accepted she needed space. Cordelia might say he had the sensitivity of a rotting tree stump but that didn't mean he was a complete idiot. And it was obvious Buffy was struggling. She wasn't used to indecision - was much happier making a plan and implementing it, changing it as and when necessary but in essence just getting on and doing it. All the pros, cons and unknowns with the Mating Claim were messing with her head and it was turning her into a major bitch. All they did lately was fight - argue, shout, spar with more aggression than was absolutely necessary. Even sex had turned into something more like a wrestling match - who got to be on top, who was more in control, as though orgasm was losing face somehow. Xander had made the point that it was two alphas fighting to decide supremacy but that they were mostly human so had the option to put aside the animalistic posturing and make the decisions using their brains instead of their muscles. But then Spike and Xander had gone - ostensibly to patrol, but more than likely to find somewhere secluded to wallow in the beauty of their mutual claim or as Spike put it 'shag like bunnies'.
From the shadows at the Bronze, he watched her. She was flirting with the muscley TA - Riley something or other - who was so earnest it set Angel's teeth on edge. Buffy couldn't have gone for someone less like Angel if she had placed an ad in a newspaper. The boy was straight up, straight down - a good ole boy with his aw shucks charm. It made Angelus want to rip him apart piece by piece. Hell, it made Angel want to rip him apart.
She laughed at something the big lunk said, tossing her hair back and baring her neck. Her long, tanned, beautiful neck. He could almost feel his fangs sliding into that luscious flesh, taste the intoxication of Slayer blood. But not just any slayer blood - the blood of his slayer, full of love and lust and want. Momentarily ashamed of his thoughts, Angel once again considered walking away and never coming back. Buffy brought out so many of his animalistic tendencies - his demon wanted to claim her, mark her good so that everyone knew she belonged to him, with him. And the man wanted her to accept his claim, wear his ring, make a commitment - tell the world they were together.
He wanted them to be like Xander and Spike - the way the boy wore his claim from Spike nearly always got him hard, however much he might want to deny it. Xander flaunted his claim mark, even dressed to show it off to all and sundry. He never made a secret of how much he loved Spike - all of Spike, even the parts that Spike himself didn't like too much. He was so jealous of what Spike and Xander had, sometimes he had to leave the room to stop himself reaching out and forcibly reclaiming his childe, and by doing so claiming his mate. Angelus "wanted" what belonged to Spike to belong to him, and therein lay part of the struggle. Angelus didn't actively "want" Buffy. Oh, he wanted the kudos of having a slayer as mate, the natural demon tendency to crow about achievements and possessions. But he didn't love Buffy, not the way Angel did. And maybe that was why Buffy was fighting his claim. Because she knew that his soul loved her but his demon did not.
Shaking off his introspection, Angel returned his gaze to Buffy and Riley, his hackles rising and his fangs dropping as the muscle-bound hick put his arm around Buffy. Ok, he was doing it to lead her towards the door but he was putting his arm on Angel's property, and that could not, would not be borne! Before he even realised it, Angel found himself in front of them, blocking their exit.
"Hey, excuse me buddy."
"ANGEL!" Buffy sounded surprised, and then wary, her slayer instincts kicking in and telling her this was closer to Angelus than Angel, that the demon was at the forefront and she needed to be on high alert.
"Errr, obviously you two know each other. Whatever, sorry pal, we were just leaving..." Riley tried to move past him, jumping back in shock as he found Angel once more very much in his face. ."..listen here..."
"Do you really want to drag someone else into this?" Angel had not once taken his eyes off Buffy, watching as she subtly moved until she was in a better fighting position.
"I don't know what you're talking about" she replied, avoiding his gaze.
"Oh but ye do, me leannan."
"Listen up, buddy, I don't know who you think you are but me and the lady are leaving. And I suggest you back off." Riley's bluster barely registered as Angel finally managed to stare Buffy dead in the eye. For a moment she faced him, indecision in her eyes before she sighed and dropped her gaze.
"Look, Angel, let's talk about this another time - ok?" She moved to brush past him, and finally pushed to his limits, jealousy over-riding any hint of common sense he grabbed her by the shoulders, lowered his head and took her mouth. For a moment she struggled in his grasp, hands pushing against his shoulders, mouth stubbornly closed. And then she moaned, sighed and gave in - opening her mouth to accept his tongue, body melting into his, arms reaching up and around to hold onto his neck and pull him closer.
"Huh. Well, I guess I'll - yeah, I'll leave you to it Buffy - catch you at class or something." Riley's words barely impinged on her consciousness, her full attention on the magic Angel was weaving with his tongue, the feel of his body pressed against hers. He pulled his mouth away, turning to look at Riley.
"She's mine. You lay hands on her again, and I'll be teaching ye a lesson you won't soon forget." Recoiling in horror, Buffy wrenched herself from his arms.
"Angel!! I'm not some thing you own! How dare you?" Staring at him angrily, she turned and said "Riley! Riley - please wait, let me explain...." Leaving Angel staring after her, the feel of the jealous kiss still moist on his lips, the pain of her rejection stinging deep. No, she wasn't a thing but he was a demon and she knew how possessive his demon was.
Stepping back into the shadows, he turned and strode out of the club through another exit, determined that this time he would not be coming back. She had rejected the most basic part of his nature - vampire equalled possessive - and let another man touch what was his, knowing full well how it would make him feel. Letting the demon out, Angel ran as fast as he could towards the nearest cemetery - he needed to burn off the anger somehow, and patrol was the safest way, for all concerned.
Ding Dong, The Witch Is Dead!
kissbingo : greetings : hello
Title : Ding dong, the witch is dead!
Pairing : Spike/Xander
Rating : R
Summary : The return of someone special makes Spike jealous, nervous and insecure.
The Magic Box felt too small. Xander was pacing up and down, only innate grace stopping him knocking things over as he prowled around the shop floor. Spike almost wished he hadn't come, but there was no way he would let his boy face this alone.
For the last week, things had been tense, made worse by the poofter and the Slayer and their joint Olympic brooding. The daft bint had gone out with her TA from college, allegedly as part of a group, but she had known full well it would yank at Angel's chain. Maybe that was the point - push him so far that the mating claim would no longer be on the table? Would be ruddy typical of her if so - passive aggressive bitch! Cigarette hanging out of his mouth, Spike again cursed the fact that he wasn't allowed to smoke in the store. Bloody watcher and his soddin' rules.
"Pet? Why don't you come sit down, yeah? They're not due for another 20 minutes and I'm thinkin' you might wear through the floor in that time if you're not careful."
"I'm fine". The tight smile was nothing like Xander's normally sunshine grin, and Spike wished there was a way he could drag the boy away from all this crap. He'd taken it upon himself the last week to help alleviate the tension the best way he knew how - fuckin' and fightin'. If they weren't sparring in the gym, training Xander in as many dirty techniques as possible to go along with his kick-ass hyena strength and speed, then they were in the various cemeteries using fighting the fledges as foreplay. And his boy was a sight to behold - those long, lean muscles as he loped into a fight; strength, speed and stamina all used to the best of his ability to do the deadly dance with the monster of the week - fuckin' beautiful.
And in bed. God, there was nothing like Xander in bed. He was a regular chameleon - cuddly, dominant, submissive, teasing - you never knew what side of him you were going to get, but whichever side of him it was, you got 100% of his attention. Spike kept telling him if he applied himself to the training the way he did to sex, he'd be beating the Slayer in no time! The chain of thought caused a typical response, and grumbling because he knew there was very little chance he would get to take his boy out the back for a quick seeing-to, Spike adjusted his erection in his tight jeans.
"I'm sorry, I've been a real pain in the ass haven't I?" Xander stood in front of him, staring down through his bangs looking mournful.
"S'ok. 'Sides, know you've had a lot on your mind, don't I?" Straddling Spike's legs, Xander let himself fall into his lap with no preamble, ignoring Spike's theatrical "Oof".
"If anyone has the right to be a bit unsure about today, it's you".
"Got nowt to be unsure about have I? Doesn't bother me one way nor 'nother". Avoiding Xander's attempts to catch his eye, Spike rested his hands on the boy's thighs.
"Spike, I know you must be feeling...."
"What?" Aware that even now his Big Bad didn't like showing vulnerability in public, Xander decided he needed to change tactics. Today wasn't just unnerving for him - Buffy was agitated as well, and Spike was understandably not very happy.
"Horny. I know you must be feeling horny - it's been at least 2 hours since we got out of bed!" Spike sniggered, sliding his hands up Xander's thighs.
"Cheeky! I'm not the only one y'know, Pet. I believe it was you who woke me in the middle of the night...." Smirking, Xander took Spike's face in his hands, tilted up his chin, and pressed his lips against Spike's. Muffled laughter, then Spike was responding, lips parting, tongue darting out to begin a thorough investigation of Xander's mouth.
"God, guys, can you give a rest for, like, 2 minutes??" Buffy's voice was full of exasperation as she came out from the training room to be greeted by Spike and Xander kissing - again. The clang of the shop bell forestalled any answer Spike or Xander was going to give, and Xander leapt to his feet as he turned towards the door. He could feel Spike standing behind him, on instant alert as Giles came through the door, followed by Leslie, his British lover and -
She looked smaller. Her hair was shorter than it had been before, a sort of short, flyaway cut. Her eyes were huge in her face, full of apprehension. She was wrapped up in layers, still dressed for inclement British weather rather than the steady warmth of SoCal. But despite all of that, the obvious surface changes, she was still -
"Willow!" Xander crossed the room swiftly, pulled her into his arms in a tight hug, and dropping a kiss on the top of her head said "hello Willow". Wrapping her arms around him, she squeezed as hard as she could, resting her head on his chest and breathing in that so-missed but well remembered scent that made up 'Xander' in her head.
"Hello Xander". Giles was hugging Buffy, who headed towards Xander and Willow as soon as he let her go. Throwing her arms around the two of them, unheeding of Slayer strength she pulled them closer - needing the warmth of love and friendship, cracked but not broken.
She leaned over and dropped a kiss on Willow's cheek, whispering 'Hello' as the three of them savoured the joy of being back together. Raising his head and opening his eyes, Xander caught Giles' look, and smiled widely at him, pleased when Giles's face relaxed into a small smile. Turning towards the research table he realised Spike had gone. Sliding out the back, through the training room and into the alley - a familiar place to be since this is where he had kissed Spike for the first time - he saw his vamp leaning against a wall, smoking.
Leaning next him, Xander waited for Spike to say something.
"She seems to be. It's nice to have her back".
"Huh". And just like that, he realised what was wrong. Spike was scared - scared that now Willow was back, and apparently back to normal, he'd be left out in the cold. Rejected, like he always had been in the past.
"Of course, that doesn't mean we're changing the wards on the apartment or inviting her over for coffee anytime soon, but she's been my friend since we were 6 - a lotta history there". He shuffled over closer to Spike, casually yawning then dropping his arm around Spike's shoulders.
"That move is nearly older than I am!" Spike said, nevertheless flicking his cigarette away and moving closer to Xander.
"Remember what happened here?" Spike turned and looked at him, eyebrow raised enquiringly. Of course he remembered what had happened out here - 'twas the first time Xander kissed him and left him stood there like a complete ponce, fingers pressed to his lips to hold the kiss against his lips. "I wish I'd kissed you sooner. You were the reason I realised I was gay, or at least bi - had some pretty serious dreams about you that weren't based around playing baseball believe me".
"Ya going somewhere with this Pet?"
"I guess I'm trying to let you know that it doesn't matter who else comes into my life - past, present or future. You're my number one Prof, now and always. You don't ever have to worry that I'll turn you away because it would be like cutting out my own heart". Rolling into Xander's arms, resting his body against him, Spike looked up at Xander's face.
"Yeah Pet?" He didn't care how vulnerable he looked, that his heart was in his eyes, that the sadness in them was almost breaking Xander's heart because Spike expected to be pushed away, rejected.
"Oh yeah. You've probably bound yourself to the only other person who holds onto the people he loves more than you do! You're stuck with me Bleachy."
"Think I can cope with that Pet".
"Good". He leaned forward and dropped a tender kiss on Spike's mouth. "Hello love".
Kissing him back, Spike smiled and said "Hello Xander". Raising his arms to wrap them around Xander's neck, he pulled himself closer, pressing his groin to the hardness at the apex of Xander's thighs. The kiss deepened, the bond suddenly alive with love and passion and need.
"Oh!!!!" Spike scowled, stepping back from Xander to the middle of the alley and coincidentally away from Willow. Xander sighed, then turned towards his friend.
"Hey Willow, how you doing?" She stood in the doorway, nervously switching from foot to foot, looking down at the floor.
"I - well I wanted to speak to Spike. I wanted to apologise for - well, for everything I did before."
"It don't matter". Not meeting her gaze, Spike muttered in response.
"It does - I know it does. And I know saying sorry isn't enough so - well, I wanted to tell you that I've spoken to Giles. And there's something I can do to show you how sorry I am".
"Oh yeah?" Spike sneered. He knew how the witch's mind worked - she was probably going to offer cookies or something ridiculous, like she always did when she fucked up her magic on her friends.
"Yes. Spike, I can disable your chip".
In His Hands
kissbingo: body : fingers
Pairing : Spike/Xander
Rating : R for language
Summary : Unable to sleep, Spike considers Xander's hands....
Listening to the soft snores, Spike held up Xander's hands, looking at the shape and size of his fingers. They were long, strong with calluses on most of the fingertips. Construction work had caused many of them, at least that's what he assumed. But lately, Xander had been doing lots of carving around their home.
It had started with stakes for the Slayer. Simple bits of wood because she had a really bad habit of leaving the stakes in the vamp as it turned to dust. Funnily enough, Xander had been the one to cure her of that - he'd made her a stake to replace a favourite (ruddy Mr Pointy which had gone missing and Spike would never admit to anything). It was an intricate design, scroll-work and runes with her name engraved of all things. She had been so touched (more ruddy tears) that she'd promised never to lose it. Spike had sniggered when his boy made her days of the week stakes, especially when he explained that he used to be fascinated with girls having days of the week underwear! Of course, his fake pout had got him a bleedin' good shag once the bint had gone home, but he thought it was cute and since when did the Big Bad think anything was cute?
For Giles he had made a set of bookcases - fuckin' gorgeous they were - for his living room. The glass front had been a bitch (according to Xander) to fit, but they looked amazing when he'd finished the job, and the Watcher finally had somewhere to hide all those naughty books he didn't think 'the children' should be getting into. A bit too late for that, if you asked Spike, since a few of the things that Xander had done for him in the bedroom proved he had definitely got into a few of the more adult vampire literature.
The latest thing he had made, the cause of quite a few cuts and nicks in his fingers that he swore over then offered his hand to Spike to lick the blood off, was a writing desk. For Spike. It had intricate carvings down each leg, a roll-top that slid back incredibly smoothly to reveal an inkwell and lots of different shaped alcoves. They held all sorts of paper and vellum, feathers for making old fashioned quills, new things appearing regularly although Spike had never caught Xander actually putting anything in there.
He was even talking about quitting construction altogether, about maybe turning one of the downstairs rooms into a workshop and making things for people for a living. And Spike wouldn't object - when his boy had been outside carving he smelt of wood shavings, fresh air and the sun, his skin holding onto the heat so when Spike wrestled him into bed he almost felt like he'd been out in the sun himself. Spike's only objection would possibly be the damage the boy did to his hands, specifically his fingers - some of the cuts were deep, almost gouges and he worried that he might hurt himself badly.
Shifting up, Spike took both hands in his, and laid gentle kisses up and down each finger. So gently that Xander barely stirred, his snoring not even faltering as he turned towards Spike in his sleep. Wrapping himself in Xander's arms, Spike snuggled back under the sheets, kissed each finger one more time then closed his eyes. There was plenty of time to think about Red's claim about the chip later. For now, he was safe in these hands.
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