Improvising Atonement, 19/?
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sevendeadlyfunPairing: Spike/Xander
Rating: NC-17 overall
Summary: Spike fights himself and his family in his struggle to atone. But can he save what he values most?
A/N: Thanks as always to my beauteous beta,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
noandwhere who very kindly points out my redundancies and tolerates my ridiculous love of semicolons. My apologies for such a huge delay between chapters. I was swallowed by RL and had to fight my way past homework and bake sales to find my porn muse again.
Previous chapters can be found in my memories or lounging about in reverse order in tags.
Previously: He broke into a run, desperate to put as much distance between him and the few humans who’d accepted him, cared about him, as possible. He ran for miles, bouncing in and out of Sunnydale’s alleys and leaping across the buildings. It took hours for him to work off the bloodlust, the simmering boil of desire and need in his belly that he could control but never quench. By the time he limped back to his flat, it was nearly sunrise.
“So, oh brilliant Buffster,” Xander said with a smile. “What’s on this evening’s agenda? A quiet night of contemplation with a good book, perhaps?”
She groaned, shoulders sagging dramatically as she tugged at the straps of her backpack. Two days into the new school year and they were both already behind. If it weren’t for Willow’s extra-brainy goodness, Xander wasn’t sure either of them would passing a single class.
“An emphatic no,” Buffy said, her exasperated grin crinkling her nose. “I have one last night of freedom before my oh so fun exchange student arrives to blow my secret identity and my social life in one tremendous big…blowy thing.”
Xander looked at her skeptically.
“Yeah,” she agreed. “That didn’t end well. But in answer to your question, Willow and I are bronzing it tonight. You up for a little dance party?”
“Sadly, no.” Xander shook his head. “Dad caught me sneaking in last night.”
Buffy winced. “Ouch. Sorry.”
Xander waved a hand at her. “No big. Except I was still covered in Nadharah guts which my dad assumed was vomit.”
“Well,” Buffy said reasonably, “they did sorta smell all vomity. Understandable error.”
“Yeah,” Xander agreed. “But he further assumed I’d been out boozing it up and now I’m grounded. So, I am actually off to a night of quiet contemplation with a good book.”
As he stood to leave, Willow’s voice floated out from the stacks.
“Comic books don’t count as books.”
“But…” Xander protested, only to be quickly cut off as the redhead peeped around the corner of the massive shelves.
“Even if the word ‘book’ is in the name,” she said firmly.
*~*~*
Spike crouched by Xander’s window, grateful it was towards the back of the house. He worried that even in this bizarre town someone might notice him peering into the boy’s bedroom window. Of course, Xander still hadn’t noticed so the natives’ instinct for survival was definitely a point up for debate.
He tapped lightly on the glass once, then twice. Xander’s whole body twitch at the unexpected noise and he all but jumped out of bed. As Xander walked over to the window, Spike tried desperately not to stare; the skimpy cloth of his boxers draped over the vee of Xander’s crotch, outlining his cock and drawing Spike’s eyes despite his good intentions.
He gave himself points for at least trying.
“So,” Xander said, opening the window. “You wanna tell me why you’re sitting on my roof and watching me in my sleep?”
“Bed,” Spike corrected. “You weren’t asleep.”
“O-kay,” Xander replied slowly. “And the fact that you’re aware of that only makes this more creepy.”
“Sorry,” Spike said unabashedly. “Sort of lost the rules about the appropriate courting of sixteen year old boys about a century ago.”
“Hey,” Xander snapped back. “Man. Not boy, man. And who says courting anyways?”
“I do,” Spike told him. “Wanker.”
Xander leaned forward, one hand fisting in Spike’s black t-shirt. Spike reached out to touch him, to stroke his hands across the enticing golden flesh of Xander’s near- naked body. He stopped short, his hand straining against the mystical barrier that protected humans from his kind.
“Well,” Spike said humorlessly. “Guess that’s one way to kill the mood.”
“Yeah,” Xander agreed, nodding. “You should probably get in here before we try that again.”
“Try again?” Spike asked in surprise.
“Will,” Xander said, exasperation creeping into his voice, “I’m sixteen years old, I really like you and somehow I’m having to spell this out for you? What the heck is wrong here? Should I draw you a map to my lips? Would that help because I’m starting to get a compl…”
Spike scrambled in through the window and yanked Xander to him, lining up their bodies as he devoured the younger man’s mouth. Xander stiffened in surprise before returning the kiss. Spike almost moaned in relief as Xander’s tongue swept across his mouth.
He could feel Xander’s prick thickening against his thigh, the subtle rocking of hips pushing the long length against him. His hand strayed across Xander’s chest, tweaking the nubs to hard points. Xander grunted, his hips canting upwards as he chased his release.
“Yeah,” Spike whispered, licking a long stripe up Xander’s neck. “That’s it, luv. Want to hear you, hear how you like it.”
“Fuck,” Xander moaned. “Will, need…want…”
“Yeah,” Spike said again, his voice hoarse with his own need. “I know, Xander. Know exactly what you need, yeah?”
He traced down the lean lines of Xander’s torso, his hand pushing gently past the barrier of cloth that barely held back the thick bulge. He wrapped his hand loosely around the straining cock, his fingers gently tracing the thick veins.
Xander shuddered under his touch, hips pressing forward. Spike fought to keep his touch gentle. He could feel his control wavering, feel the need and want that defined the demon breaking free of his fragile human disguise. His hand sped up, tightening around the hot length in his hand.
Bones shifted, pushed forward with snaps and pops. The subtle itch in his gums eased as his teeth elongated, one fang brushing against the rapid flutter in Xander’s neck. Spike snarled, face buried in Xander’s chest, as the first hot drops of semen splashed onto his hand.
He stood there, pressed against Xander’s warm, pliant body and tried to shift back. The thumping tattoo of Xander’s heartbeat, the thick sea scent of his come, and the urgent press of his own desire fought, demanding he find his own release in the blood and body of this lovely trusting boy.
“Luv,” Spike said urgently, pulling his hand away. “Shift a bit, yeah? Need to shove off and want to get you tucked back into beddy-byes.”
Xander stirred, feet shuffling as he moved backwards towards the bed. His eyes fluttered open, taking in the shine of Spike’s yellow eyes and he inhaled, a quick sharp gasp of air that set his heart racing again. Spike stared back, a quick look at the flushed, rumpled body he ached for and whirled, coat flapping behind him as he leapt out of the still-open window.
*~*~*
“So?” Willow asked, her eager face shining in the pool of light outside The Bronze.
Buffy smiled at her, equal parts coy and embarrassed. “So what?”
“Who was that guy? The tall one? Does he like you? Oh, is he your secret admirer?”
“No!” Buffy exclaimed. “Well, a maybe on the admirer part but only a maybe and let’s not get excited. Besides, it was a lot of shop talk, anyways.”
“Shop talk? He has a shop?” Willow asked, face scrunching in confusion. “Oh! You mean vampires?”
“Ssh!” Buffy hissed. “Could we not share this with everyone in Sunnydale? Yes, vampires. He’s some kind of hunter and he’s tracking a really dangerous vamp, some Drew something or other.”
They began to walk, moving out of the light and into the shadows of Sunnydale. Angelus smiled, knowing that they were the safest children in the whole town. He’d put out the word that the Slayer belonged to him, her life and her death.
None of the truly dangerous would dare cross him and the weak ones, foolish enough to ignore him, would die easily in the hands of a Slayer. His eyes roamed possessively over her slender body. Breaking her would be his greatest achievement.
Chapter 20
Rating: NC-17 overall
Summary: Spike fights himself and his family in his struggle to atone. But can he save what he values most?
A/N: Thanks as always to my beauteous beta,
noandwhere who very kindly points out my redundancies and tolerates my ridiculous love of semicolons. My apologies for such a huge delay between chapters. I was swallowed by RL and had to fight my way past homework and bake sales to find my porn muse again.Previous chapters can be found in my memories or lounging about in reverse order in tags.
Previously: He broke into a run, desperate to put as much distance between him and the few humans who’d accepted him, cared about him, as possible. He ran for miles, bouncing in and out of Sunnydale’s alleys and leaping across the buildings. It took hours for him to work off the bloodlust, the simmering boil of desire and need in his belly that he could control but never quench. By the time he limped back to his flat, it was nearly sunrise.
“So, oh brilliant Buffster,” Xander said with a smile. “What’s on this evening’s agenda? A quiet night of contemplation with a good book, perhaps?”
She groaned, shoulders sagging dramatically as she tugged at the straps of her backpack. Two days into the new school year and they were both already behind. If it weren’t for Willow’s extra-brainy goodness, Xander wasn’t sure either of them would passing a single class.
“An emphatic no,” Buffy said, her exasperated grin crinkling her nose. “I have one last night of freedom before my oh so fun exchange student arrives to blow my secret identity and my social life in one tremendous big…blowy thing.”
Xander looked at her skeptically.
“Yeah,” she agreed. “That didn’t end well. But in answer to your question, Willow and I are bronzing it tonight. You up for a little dance party?”
“Sadly, no.” Xander shook his head. “Dad caught me sneaking in last night.”
Buffy winced. “Ouch. Sorry.”
Xander waved a hand at her. “No big. Except I was still covered in Nadharah guts which my dad assumed was vomit.”
“Well,” Buffy said reasonably, “they did sorta smell all vomity. Understandable error.”
“Yeah,” Xander agreed. “But he further assumed I’d been out boozing it up and now I’m grounded. So, I am actually off to a night of quiet contemplation with a good book.”
As he stood to leave, Willow’s voice floated out from the stacks.
“Comic books don’t count as books.”
“But…” Xander protested, only to be quickly cut off as the redhead peeped around the corner of the massive shelves.
“Even if the word ‘book’ is in the name,” she said firmly.
*~*~*
Spike crouched by Xander’s window, grateful it was towards the back of the house. He worried that even in this bizarre town someone might notice him peering into the boy’s bedroom window. Of course, Xander still hadn’t noticed so the natives’ instinct for survival was definitely a point up for debate.
He tapped lightly on the glass once, then twice. Xander’s whole body twitch at the unexpected noise and he all but jumped out of bed. As Xander walked over to the window, Spike tried desperately not to stare; the skimpy cloth of his boxers draped over the vee of Xander’s crotch, outlining his cock and drawing Spike’s eyes despite his good intentions.
He gave himself points for at least trying.
“So,” Xander said, opening the window. “You wanna tell me why you’re sitting on my roof and watching me in my sleep?”
“Bed,” Spike corrected. “You weren’t asleep.”
“O-kay,” Xander replied slowly. “And the fact that you’re aware of that only makes this more creepy.”
“Sorry,” Spike said unabashedly. “Sort of lost the rules about the appropriate courting of sixteen year old boys about a century ago.”
“Hey,” Xander snapped back. “Man. Not boy, man. And who says courting anyways?”
“I do,” Spike told him. “Wanker.”
Xander leaned forward, one hand fisting in Spike’s black t-shirt. Spike reached out to touch him, to stroke his hands across the enticing golden flesh of Xander’s near- naked body. He stopped short, his hand straining against the mystical barrier that protected humans from his kind.
“Well,” Spike said humorlessly. “Guess that’s one way to kill the mood.”
“Yeah,” Xander agreed, nodding. “You should probably get in here before we try that again.”
“Try again?” Spike asked in surprise.
“Will,” Xander said, exasperation creeping into his voice, “I’m sixteen years old, I really like you and somehow I’m having to spell this out for you? What the heck is wrong here? Should I draw you a map to my lips? Would that help because I’m starting to get a compl…”
Spike scrambled in through the window and yanked Xander to him, lining up their bodies as he devoured the younger man’s mouth. Xander stiffened in surprise before returning the kiss. Spike almost moaned in relief as Xander’s tongue swept across his mouth.
He could feel Xander’s prick thickening against his thigh, the subtle rocking of hips pushing the long length against him. His hand strayed across Xander’s chest, tweaking the nubs to hard points. Xander grunted, his hips canting upwards as he chased his release.
“Yeah,” Spike whispered, licking a long stripe up Xander’s neck. “That’s it, luv. Want to hear you, hear how you like it.”
“Fuck,” Xander moaned. “Will, need…want…”
“Yeah,” Spike said again, his voice hoarse with his own need. “I know, Xander. Know exactly what you need, yeah?”
He traced down the lean lines of Xander’s torso, his hand pushing gently past the barrier of cloth that barely held back the thick bulge. He wrapped his hand loosely around the straining cock, his fingers gently tracing the thick veins.
Xander shuddered under his touch, hips pressing forward. Spike fought to keep his touch gentle. He could feel his control wavering, feel the need and want that defined the demon breaking free of his fragile human disguise. His hand sped up, tightening around the hot length in his hand.
Bones shifted, pushed forward with snaps and pops. The subtle itch in his gums eased as his teeth elongated, one fang brushing against the rapid flutter in Xander’s neck. Spike snarled, face buried in Xander’s chest, as the first hot drops of semen splashed onto his hand.
He stood there, pressed against Xander’s warm, pliant body and tried to shift back. The thumping tattoo of Xander’s heartbeat, the thick sea scent of his come, and the urgent press of his own desire fought, demanding he find his own release in the blood and body of this lovely trusting boy.
“Luv,” Spike said urgently, pulling his hand away. “Shift a bit, yeah? Need to shove off and want to get you tucked back into beddy-byes.”
Xander stirred, feet shuffling as he moved backwards towards the bed. His eyes fluttered open, taking in the shine of Spike’s yellow eyes and he inhaled, a quick sharp gasp of air that set his heart racing again. Spike stared back, a quick look at the flushed, rumpled body he ached for and whirled, coat flapping behind him as he leapt out of the still-open window.
*~*~*
“So?” Willow asked, her eager face shining in the pool of light outside The Bronze.
Buffy smiled at her, equal parts coy and embarrassed. “So what?”
“Who was that guy? The tall one? Does he like you? Oh, is he your secret admirer?”
“No!” Buffy exclaimed. “Well, a maybe on the admirer part but only a maybe and let’s not get excited. Besides, it was a lot of shop talk, anyways.”
“Shop talk? He has a shop?” Willow asked, face scrunching in confusion. “Oh! You mean vampires?”
“Ssh!” Buffy hissed. “Could we not share this with everyone in Sunnydale? Yes, vampires. He’s some kind of hunter and he’s tracking a really dangerous vamp, some Drew something or other.”
They began to walk, moving out of the light and into the shadows of Sunnydale. Angelus smiled, knowing that they were the safest children in the whole town. He’d put out the word that the Slayer belonged to him, her life and her death.
None of the truly dangerous would dare cross him and the weak ones, foolish enough to ignore him, would die easily in the hands of a Slayer. His eyes roamed possessively over her slender body. Breaking her would be his greatest achievement.
Chapter 20