Improvising Atonement, 8/?
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sevendeadlyfunPairing: Spike/Xander- Spike, OC friendship
Rating: NC-17 overall
Summary: A vampire with a soul comes to Sunnydale to help The Slayer. Can a demon ever atone?
A/N: Thanks so much to my beta,noandwhere! Written in response to ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
tamingthemuse prompt # 77-rocking the boat. Previous Chapters can be found in my memories.
“He doesn’t trust you,” Wei Jinn noted calmly. “That is why he didn’t summon you when the boy was in trouble. He acts to protect his Slayer. Can you blame him, William?”
“Yes,” Spike snarled, turning to glare at her. “I bloody well can blame him and I bloody. Well. Do. “
His hands clenched and unclenched furiously, aching to feel the rip of muscle and snap of bone. He paced the length of his small apartment, counting his steps. One, two, three, up to the twenty-five it took to cross the room and then back again. Damned Watcher and his bloody suspicions!
“It was daylight,” Jinn reminded him. “What would you have done? Burnt yourself to ash in some futile effort to contain the boy?”
“Xander,” Spike spat at her. “His name is Xander. And no, I wouldn’t have. Plenty of tunnels running through this benighted town. Could have gotten there without any danger. Besides, wasn’t exactly sunny when he was chasing the Slayer down, was it?”
Jinn inclined her head as Spike resumed his pacing. He had twenty minutes until the sun went down and then he planned do a bit of hunting. Rupert Giles owed him a bit of an explanation.
He stalked around the room, running yesterday through his head. He’d been here, at his apartment, asleep. His Sire had taught him well; all good vampires go beddy-byes when the sun rides high. No matter how much he attempted to walk in the human world, he couldn’t keep their hours and didn’t try. The loud noise, a knock, he thinks. It was a blur.
He opened the door and a frantic Xander ran in. The boy’s slender body vibrates. Fear? Tension? Spike looked at him, mind fuzzy from sleep. It’s daytime and Xander’s supposed to be at school. How does Xander know where he lives? They haven’t seen each other since the night he walked him home.
“What’s the matter, pet?” Spike asks in a low voice.
“I don’t know,” Xander answers him, gliding up to stand mere centimeters from Spike’s half-nude body. “I was out walking and these demons started chasing me. Just luck that I found you, I guess.”
Spike’s starting to wake up, and there’s a strangeness about Xander. Something not quite cricket in his voice, the way he’s standing. The boy isn’t a boy. Spike cups his hand under Xander’s chin, staring into Xander’s eyes. There’s something dark and animal in them, something not human staring back at him.
“Right,” Spike says contemptuously. His hand drops away from Xander’s face and he steps back. “Demons. Got another one you want to sell me?”
Xander laughs, a high-pitched ululation that bounces around the room. Spike unconsciously moves away, eyes darting around the room. This isn’t Xander. If he can just get the boy down, he can call the Watcher.
“Did you miss me?” Xander asks, stalking Spike with slow steps. “Did you dream about me? I bet you did. Dream about sinking into my body, fucking me hard and fast until we’re both covered in come and shaking.”
Spike shakes his head, denying himself as much as Xander. He flogged himself raw thinking about Xander, that slim form and sweet mouth. He’d hated himself for it, for craving Xander’s innocence. For wanting to take it and pervert it, twist it into hot need and desperate desire. He’d imagined Xander spread out, prick hard and red, begging for a fuck.
“No,” Spike whispers. “I don’t want you.”
“You lie.” Xander sneers. “I can smell it. You want me, right now.”
Xander pushes him and his back collides with the wall. The force of the blow jars his body, makes his teeth clack together. Xander’s arms surround him, one on each side of his face. Spike groans, pain and desire mixing inside his body.
“Know what else I can smell?” Xander asks, licking a broad stripe up Spike’s neck. “You aren’t human.”
The hot whisper in his ear sets Spike’s body quivering. He jumps under his skin, his belly sinking. He looked up at the inhuman eyes that pinned him in place.
“You don’t even smell alive,” Xander whispers, a giggle tripping out over the soft words. “Dead man in a pretty body and I’m guessing you’re a vampire. And I know what you want.”
Spike shook his head again. “No,” he says quietly. “Not like this.”
Xander smiles, and there’s no humor on his face. Spike flinches at the look of cold calculation he sees there. A hand trails down his naked chest, stopping to scrape his nipples.
Spike groans, his hips thrusting forward. Xander’s hand intercepts him, pinning him back and refusing to let him move. Spike’s eyes flutter shut and he allows Xander to control his body. A mouth presses against his and Spike kisses back. He’s hungry, starving, for this and he needs to stop. He’ll take too much, do damage he can’t repair.
As warm fingers curl around his aching prick, Spike stiffens. This is too much, too fast and
he has to think of Xander. He slips lightly, pulling away from the predator in front of him.
“You can’t get away,” Xander tells him and the laugh is harsher now. “It’s a nice, sunny day and you’re stuck here.”
Spike doesn’t waste time answering. He needs something that will slow Xander down, but not hurt him. Unfortunately, he’s pretty sure he doesn’t own that isn’t lethal.
As he’s backing away, he hears a hiss of compressed air. Xander stiffens, and sinks bonelessly to the ground. Spike looks behind him and smiles.
“Took you long enough,” he gripes. “Don’t suppose you know what’s going on here?”
“No,” Wei Jinn tells him. “I don’t know. But Mr. Giles did find time to warn me that Xander was behaving strangely and that he was missing.”
“And that lead you here?” Spike asks incredulously.
“No,” Jinn repeats. “You didn’t answer your phone. I was worried.”
Spike shook off the memories. First he misses a ringing phone and now he’s missed sunset. Xander did something to him, drew him like a moth to a flame. He’d find him later, see what damage there was and if it could be repaired. For now, he had a Watcher to deal with.
“It might be advisable to use diplomacy,” Jinn advised him quietly. “Rocking the boat could prove dangerous. The Slayer is, as yet, unaware of your true past. Her Watcher holds a great deal of influence and could persuade her that you are a threat.”
“I’ll rock whatever I bloody well please,” Spike responds coldly. “If you hadn’t showed up, it’s likely Xander would’ve been hurt.”
He stalked away, refusing to acknowledge Jinn’s last comment. So what if she was right? Hardly the point, he told himself. He might not have hurt Xander, but that’s not to say he’d have let boy undress.
Chapter 9
Rating: NC-17 overall
Summary: A vampire with a soul comes to Sunnydale to help The Slayer. Can a demon ever atone?
A/N: Thanks so much to my beta,
noandwhere! Written in response to tamingthemuse prompt # 77-rocking the boat. Previous Chapters can be found in my memories.“He doesn’t trust you,” Wei Jinn noted calmly. “That is why he didn’t summon you when the boy was in trouble. He acts to protect his Slayer. Can you blame him, William?”
“Yes,” Spike snarled, turning to glare at her. “I bloody well can blame him and I bloody. Well. Do. “
His hands clenched and unclenched furiously, aching to feel the rip of muscle and snap of bone. He paced the length of his small apartment, counting his steps. One, two, three, up to the twenty-five it took to cross the room and then back again. Damned Watcher and his bloody suspicions!
“It was daylight,” Jinn reminded him. “What would you have done? Burnt yourself to ash in some futile effort to contain the boy?”
“Xander,” Spike spat at her. “His name is Xander. And no, I wouldn’t have. Plenty of tunnels running through this benighted town. Could have gotten there without any danger. Besides, wasn’t exactly sunny when he was chasing the Slayer down, was it?”
Jinn inclined her head as Spike resumed his pacing. He had twenty minutes until the sun went down and then he planned do a bit of hunting. Rupert Giles owed him a bit of an explanation.
He stalked around the room, running yesterday through his head. He’d been here, at his apartment, asleep. His Sire had taught him well; all good vampires go beddy-byes when the sun rides high. No matter how much he attempted to walk in the human world, he couldn’t keep their hours and didn’t try. The loud noise, a knock, he thinks. It was a blur.
He opened the door and a frantic Xander ran in. The boy’s slender body vibrates. Fear? Tension? Spike looked at him, mind fuzzy from sleep. It’s daytime and Xander’s supposed to be at school. How does Xander know where he lives? They haven’t seen each other since the night he walked him home.
“What’s the matter, pet?” Spike asks in a low voice.
“I don’t know,” Xander answers him, gliding up to stand mere centimeters from Spike’s half-nude body. “I was out walking and these demons started chasing me. Just luck that I found you, I guess.”
Spike’s starting to wake up, and there’s a strangeness about Xander. Something not quite cricket in his voice, the way he’s standing. The boy isn’t a boy. Spike cups his hand under Xander’s chin, staring into Xander’s eyes. There’s something dark and animal in them, something not human staring back at him.
“Right,” Spike says contemptuously. His hand drops away from Xander’s face and he steps back. “Demons. Got another one you want to sell me?”
Xander laughs, a high-pitched ululation that bounces around the room. Spike unconsciously moves away, eyes darting around the room. This isn’t Xander. If he can just get the boy down, he can call the Watcher.
“Did you miss me?” Xander asks, stalking Spike with slow steps. “Did you dream about me? I bet you did. Dream about sinking into my body, fucking me hard and fast until we’re both covered in come and shaking.”
Spike shakes his head, denying himself as much as Xander. He flogged himself raw thinking about Xander, that slim form and sweet mouth. He’d hated himself for it, for craving Xander’s innocence. For wanting to take it and pervert it, twist it into hot need and desperate desire. He’d imagined Xander spread out, prick hard and red, begging for a fuck.
“No,” Spike whispers. “I don’t want you.”
“You lie.” Xander sneers. “I can smell it. You want me, right now.”
Xander pushes him and his back collides with the wall. The force of the blow jars his body, makes his teeth clack together. Xander’s arms surround him, one on each side of his face. Spike groans, pain and desire mixing inside his body.
“Know what else I can smell?” Xander asks, licking a broad stripe up Spike’s neck. “You aren’t human.”
The hot whisper in his ear sets Spike’s body quivering. He jumps under his skin, his belly sinking. He looked up at the inhuman eyes that pinned him in place.
“You don’t even smell alive,” Xander whispers, a giggle tripping out over the soft words. “Dead man in a pretty body and I’m guessing you’re a vampire. And I know what you want.”
Spike shook his head again. “No,” he says quietly. “Not like this.”
Xander smiles, and there’s no humor on his face. Spike flinches at the look of cold calculation he sees there. A hand trails down his naked chest, stopping to scrape his nipples.
Spike groans, his hips thrusting forward. Xander’s hand intercepts him, pinning him back and refusing to let him move. Spike’s eyes flutter shut and he allows Xander to control his body. A mouth presses against his and Spike kisses back. He’s hungry, starving, for this and he needs to stop. He’ll take too much, do damage he can’t repair.
As warm fingers curl around his aching prick, Spike stiffens. This is too much, too fast and
he has to think of Xander. He slips lightly, pulling away from the predator in front of him.
“You can’t get away,” Xander tells him and the laugh is harsher now. “It’s a nice, sunny day and you’re stuck here.”
Spike doesn’t waste time answering. He needs something that will slow Xander down, but not hurt him. Unfortunately, he’s pretty sure he doesn’t own that isn’t lethal.
As he’s backing away, he hears a hiss of compressed air. Xander stiffens, and sinks bonelessly to the ground. Spike looks behind him and smiles.
“Took you long enough,” he gripes. “Don’t suppose you know what’s going on here?”
“No,” Wei Jinn tells him. “I don’t know. But Mr. Giles did find time to warn me that Xander was behaving strangely and that he was missing.”
“And that lead you here?” Spike asks incredulously.
“No,” Jinn repeats. “You didn’t answer your phone. I was worried.”
Spike shook off the memories. First he misses a ringing phone and now he’s missed sunset. Xander did something to him, drew him like a moth to a flame. He’d find him later, see what damage there was and if it could be repaired. For now, he had a Watcher to deal with.
“It might be advisable to use diplomacy,” Jinn advised him quietly. “Rocking the boat could prove dangerous. The Slayer is, as yet, unaware of your true past. Her Watcher holds a great deal of influence and could persuade her that you are a threat.”
“I’ll rock whatever I bloody well please,” Spike responds coldly. “If you hadn’t showed up, it’s likely Xander would’ve been hurt.”
He stalked away, refusing to acknowledge Jinn’s last comment. So what if she was right? Hardly the point, he told himself. He might not have hurt Xander, but that’s not to say he’d have let boy undress.
Chapter 9
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on 2008-01-13 06:12 pm (UTC)And I still want more!
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on 2008-01-13 10:16 pm (UTC)I'm curious to see what's going to happen when they meet again! It's going to be interesting...
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on 2008-01-14 06:37 am (UTC)This, as usual was wonderful. Hyena!Xander. Now the question is whether Xander will remember this.
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on 2008-01-16 05:35 am (UTC)Marvelous Hyena!Xander luv.
Want more.
Now.
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on 2008-01-21 10:32 pm (UTC)Oh lovely....luuuuuuuuuurve Ashes to Ashes
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