A Road Covered With Blood
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sevendeadlyfunPairing: Xander/?
Rating: NC-17 Overall
A/N: Written in response to the Just Rewards/fangfetish/darker_spike Alternate Realities/Dimensions Challenge. Bits of dialogue taken from BtVS S3 episode "Lovers Walk"...X-posted to darker_spike for challenge reasons, posted here for fun...feedback will be both appreciated and touched in its naughty place
Summary: Oh just read the darn thing...I suck at summaries :P
“Whoa.” Xander sat very very still. The whole space-time queasiness was slowly improving, but he still wasn’t up to any sudden movements. Especially considering the foul aroma floating just under his nose.
“Xander?” Willow’s voice echoed in his ear. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, Wills,” he replied automatically. “Peachy. So what’s going on?”
He only half-heard her, straining as he was to find his own voices. He could hear faint chatter, but no discernible words. That must be a good sign. A good sign mitigated by the fact that he was ignoring a real live person while he searched for the voices in his head.
‘Wow, and just when I thought none of this could get any weirder…’
He tuned back in just as Willow said, “…and this way you’ll pass chemistry.”
Chemistry, science lab, Willow, darkness…”Holy shit,” he blurted out. “Are you doing a spell?”
She stared at him blankly for a long moment before replying slowly,”Nooo. Xander, I know chemistry might seem like magic, but really? It’s science. Now pay attention! Oz and Cordelia are going to be hear soon.”
He sighed in relief. No de-lusting spell meant he wasn’t in any danger tonight. Well, barring the fact that Spike was going to be busting in here soon in search of witchy Willow. But, no danger of ruining reality by cheating on his girlfriend and damn it, why was he still dating Cordelia?
He liked Cordy, in any timeline. But it hadn’t taken any real genius on his part to figure out that she wasn’t his. Not his girl, not his love, not his one. He wasn’t even sure he had a one, but if he did, she wasn’t it. Still, no need to get the girl impaled.
“Uh, Wills? Not that I don’t appreciate all the time and effort you put in to my GPA,” he began, “ but maybe we could study somewhere at little more vampire proof?”
The smell of smoke hit his nostrils, overpowering the noxious vapors of whatever crap Willow had bubbling away. He groaned quietly and spun around. Yep, nothing different here. Spike, drunk and depressed, looking for a quick fix. It struck Xander that Spike never really changed much. Kidnapping Willow in search of Dru’s love morphed into getting a soul in hopes of having Buffy.
“Spike,” Xander nodded. Huh, no fear. There should be fear. Spike with working fangs and no soul, so Xander went looking for mind-numbing, heart racing fear. Still couldn’t find it. Maybe once you’d seen a man crying and trying to claw his soul out, fear sorta took a vacation.
“I need to borrow the little girl,” Spike sneered. “You don’t mind, do you?”
“Mind? Sort of, yeah,” Xander told him, laying a comforting hand on Willow’s shoulder. “But, somehow I’m guessing what I mind isn’t really your top priority.”
“Not really,” Spike told him offhandedly.
“We’ll go with you,” Xander smiled. “Both of us.”
Willow seemed to have found her fear. She trembled like a rabbit beneath his hand. Finding her fear must have displaced her voice, though because she didn’t protest. She probably thought he had a master plan for slaying the bleach blonde.
‘Seriously, has she met me? I don’t plan.’ Ah, there was the Xander-voice. A bit faint and far away, but finally there. Now he had two frightened teen-agers to calm. Lucky him, all that baby Slayer experience finally put to good use.
As they walked silently behind Spike, Xander kept up a stream of reassurances. He told Willow that they’d be fine; all Spike wanted was a love spell, so just give him what he wants and wait for the others to track them down.
Spike whirled around and like that, Xander had fangs at his throat. Again! Jeebus, this was starting to get annoying.
“Look, bleach for brains, I know I’m a nummy treat but this is too much,” Xander bitched. “Either fucking bite me or put the bumpies away.”
That must have shocked the unlife out of Spike because he did indeed shift back to his human face. Xander refrained from laughing at the puzzled look on Spike’s face. It was impolite to mock your captor. Xander had learned that one years ago.
‘Ah the sweet sweet teachings of the Hellmouth!’
“How do you know?” Spike grabbed him and shook him, fury written all over his face. “How do you bloody know what I wanted with the girl?”
Xander wanted to respond. He did. Only his brain was rattling so hard, it made speech impossible. He settled for a strong smack across the back of Spike’s head.
“Ow,” Spike yelled, the stunned look coming back to his features.
As the fist descended, one thought flashed through Xander’s mind.
‘Fuck! I told him not to knock me out this time!’
He woke up, as he expected, in the factory. Burned out vampire lairs didn’t get any better the second time around. Neither did freaked out Willows, but he was the Master of Willow calming.
“Hey,” he croaked. “Long time no see. How’s about we blow this pop stand? Nice long weekend somewhere not Hellmouthy. Could be nifty.”
“Xander,” she sniffled. “Spike...he wants…he wants me to…”
“Yeah,” Xander winced, sitting up. “I know. Love spell for Drusilla, kill us all, blah blah. Nothing new from Spike. How’s about you? Anything new? Did you cut your hair?”
“What? No, I just started this new…Xander!” She smacked him across the arm. “Life or death situation here. No making of jokes when facing death.”
“Hmm,” Xander rubbed his arm. “I always thought that was the best time to make jokes.”
“Smart lad,” the familiar British voice drawled. “Laughing at death’s a demon trait. And here I thought that the little Super-friends weren’t allowed to be so naughty.”
“Spike what you think…wait, I don’t care,” Xander sniped. “Can we get on with this? Not that this isn’t thrilling, but I was in the middle of my “Glue in Many Lands” book. It’s a real page turner. You know how that goes.”
The vampire stalked into the room, coming to stand next to Xander. He knelt down; his face inches from Xander’s.
“Look at this,” he purred. “Puppy’s got some teeth. Gonna give old Spike a nip?”
“A round of applause, witches and demons, for the lamest line,” Xander smiled.
“Witch.” Spike stood, turning his icy gaze on Willow. “Got yer stuff. Get to work before I decide two hostages is too much trouble.”
Willow scurried, picking up ingredients and carrying them off. Xander tried to stand, to follow his friend. His plans were interrupted by a hearty shove.
“Sit down,” Spike ordered him. “Witch doesn’t need your help.”
Xander sighed. It had taken forever and a chip to get Spike over this whole Big Bad crap. No way he could fix this in however long he was going to be here. Besides, undead interventions never went well.
“So how’d you know,” Spike asked him casually. “ ‘Bout me an’ Dru?”
“Lucky guess,” Xander snapped back. Sure, the not cheating on Cordelia thing was great, but listening to Spike yap wasn’t the way to get reality back on track. Maybe he was supposed to stake Spike?
“Want to stake me, eh?” Spike chuckled, low and disturbingly sensually. “Gimme what’s comin’ to me and all that? Well, I’m pissed and you’re not hard on the eyes. Shove over.”
“Who? What? Huh?”
Spike’s lips swallowed up whatever other insightful protests Xander might have made. Spike’s lips. Lips of Spike. Nice lips, actually. Firm, tasty lips that felt damn good as they teased and taunted and oh god! Again! It was happening again!
“No!” Xander pulled back, scrambling to get off the bed. “No, Spike. You’re a good kisser and damn that was hot, but no. I have a girlfriend.”
“You might have a bird, but yer prick says you’d like to have me,” Spike leered.
“Yeah, maybe. But I try to keep my morals up in the big head,” Xander said seriously. “What my dick wants and what I’ll do are two different things. So thanks but no thanks.”
“Xander, you ready?” Oz stood there, crossbow in hand. Xander could see Cordelia standing just behind him and wonder of wonders, she was unimpaled and didn’t look pissed. He might just make it through this after all.
“Yeah,” Xander said with a last look at Spike. “I think we’re done here.”
He sauntered over to join his friends, stopping only to drop a whisper in Spike’s ear. The growl he received in return was worth taking that chance. Now, he just had to make things right with Cordy and it’d all be okay.
Reality fractured again, and as he spun off into the darkness he could hear Spike’s reply.
“Now what the fuck did he mean by that? Get over Dru? Not likely, mate...”
Xander could only laugh helplessly and wondered if Spike really would take him up on his offer of a little personal staking…
Rating: NC-17 Overall
A/N: Written in response to the Just Rewards/
fangfetish/darker_spike Alternate Realities/Dimensions Challenge. Bits of dialogue taken from BtVS S3 episode "Lovers Walk"...X-posted to darker_spike for challenge reasons, posted here for fun...feedback will be both appreciated and touched in its naughty placeSummary: Oh just read the darn thing...I suck at summaries :P
“Whoa.” Xander sat very very still. The whole space-time queasiness was slowly improving, but he still wasn’t up to any sudden movements. Especially considering the foul aroma floating just under his nose.
“Xander?” Willow’s voice echoed in his ear. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, Wills,” he replied automatically. “Peachy. So what’s going on?”
He only half-heard her, straining as he was to find his own voices. He could hear faint chatter, but no discernible words. That must be a good sign. A good sign mitigated by the fact that he was ignoring a real live person while he searched for the voices in his head.
‘Wow, and just when I thought none of this could get any weirder…’
He tuned back in just as Willow said, “…and this way you’ll pass chemistry.”
Chemistry, science lab, Willow, darkness…”Holy shit,” he blurted out. “Are you doing a spell?”
She stared at him blankly for a long moment before replying slowly,”Nooo. Xander, I know chemistry might seem like magic, but really? It’s science. Now pay attention! Oz and Cordelia are going to be hear soon.”
He sighed in relief. No de-lusting spell meant he wasn’t in any danger tonight. Well, barring the fact that Spike was going to be busting in here soon in search of witchy Willow. But, no danger of ruining reality by cheating on his girlfriend and damn it, why was he still dating Cordelia?
He liked Cordy, in any timeline. But it hadn’t taken any real genius on his part to figure out that she wasn’t his. Not his girl, not his love, not his one. He wasn’t even sure he had a one, but if he did, she wasn’t it. Still, no need to get the girl impaled.
“Uh, Wills? Not that I don’t appreciate all the time and effort you put in to my GPA,” he began, “ but maybe we could study somewhere at little more vampire proof?”
The smell of smoke hit his nostrils, overpowering the noxious vapors of whatever crap Willow had bubbling away. He groaned quietly and spun around. Yep, nothing different here. Spike, drunk and depressed, looking for a quick fix. It struck Xander that Spike never really changed much. Kidnapping Willow in search of Dru’s love morphed into getting a soul in hopes of having Buffy.
“Spike,” Xander nodded. Huh, no fear. There should be fear. Spike with working fangs and no soul, so Xander went looking for mind-numbing, heart racing fear. Still couldn’t find it. Maybe once you’d seen a man crying and trying to claw his soul out, fear sorta took a vacation.
“I need to borrow the little girl,” Spike sneered. “You don’t mind, do you?”
“Mind? Sort of, yeah,” Xander told him, laying a comforting hand on Willow’s shoulder. “But, somehow I’m guessing what I mind isn’t really your top priority.”
“Not really,” Spike told him offhandedly.
“We’ll go with you,” Xander smiled. “Both of us.”
Willow seemed to have found her fear. She trembled like a rabbit beneath his hand. Finding her fear must have displaced her voice, though because she didn’t protest. She probably thought he had a master plan for slaying the bleach blonde.
‘Seriously, has she met me? I don’t plan.’ Ah, there was the Xander-voice. A bit faint and far away, but finally there. Now he had two frightened teen-agers to calm. Lucky him, all that baby Slayer experience finally put to good use.
As they walked silently behind Spike, Xander kept up a stream of reassurances. He told Willow that they’d be fine; all Spike wanted was a love spell, so just give him what he wants and wait for the others to track them down.
Spike whirled around and like that, Xander had fangs at his throat. Again! Jeebus, this was starting to get annoying.
“Look, bleach for brains, I know I’m a nummy treat but this is too much,” Xander bitched. “Either fucking bite me or put the bumpies away.”
That must have shocked the unlife out of Spike because he did indeed shift back to his human face. Xander refrained from laughing at the puzzled look on Spike’s face. It was impolite to mock your captor. Xander had learned that one years ago.
‘Ah the sweet sweet teachings of the Hellmouth!’
“How do you know?” Spike grabbed him and shook him, fury written all over his face. “How do you bloody know what I wanted with the girl?”
Xander wanted to respond. He did. Only his brain was rattling so hard, it made speech impossible. He settled for a strong smack across the back of Spike’s head.
“Ow,” Spike yelled, the stunned look coming back to his features.
As the fist descended, one thought flashed through Xander’s mind.
‘Fuck! I told him not to knock me out this time!’
He woke up, as he expected, in the factory. Burned out vampire lairs didn’t get any better the second time around. Neither did freaked out Willows, but he was the Master of Willow calming.
“Hey,” he croaked. “Long time no see. How’s about we blow this pop stand? Nice long weekend somewhere not Hellmouthy. Could be nifty.”
“Xander,” she sniffled. “Spike...he wants…he wants me to…”
“Yeah,” Xander winced, sitting up. “I know. Love spell for Drusilla, kill us all, blah blah. Nothing new from Spike. How’s about you? Anything new? Did you cut your hair?”
“What? No, I just started this new…Xander!” She smacked him across the arm. “Life or death situation here. No making of jokes when facing death.”
“Hmm,” Xander rubbed his arm. “I always thought that was the best time to make jokes.”
“Smart lad,” the familiar British voice drawled. “Laughing at death’s a demon trait. And here I thought that the little Super-friends weren’t allowed to be so naughty.”
“Spike what you think…wait, I don’t care,” Xander sniped. “Can we get on with this? Not that this isn’t thrilling, but I was in the middle of my “Glue in Many Lands” book. It’s a real page turner. You know how that goes.”
The vampire stalked into the room, coming to stand next to Xander. He knelt down; his face inches from Xander’s.
“Look at this,” he purred. “Puppy’s got some teeth. Gonna give old Spike a nip?”
“A round of applause, witches and demons, for the lamest line,” Xander smiled.
“Witch.” Spike stood, turning his icy gaze on Willow. “Got yer stuff. Get to work before I decide two hostages is too much trouble.”
Willow scurried, picking up ingredients and carrying them off. Xander tried to stand, to follow his friend. His plans were interrupted by a hearty shove.
“Sit down,” Spike ordered him. “Witch doesn’t need your help.”
Xander sighed. It had taken forever and a chip to get Spike over this whole Big Bad crap. No way he could fix this in however long he was going to be here. Besides, undead interventions never went well.
“So how’d you know,” Spike asked him casually. “ ‘Bout me an’ Dru?”
“Lucky guess,” Xander snapped back. Sure, the not cheating on Cordelia thing was great, but listening to Spike yap wasn’t the way to get reality back on track. Maybe he was supposed to stake Spike?
“Want to stake me, eh?” Spike chuckled, low and disturbingly sensually. “Gimme what’s comin’ to me and all that? Well, I’m pissed and you’re not hard on the eyes. Shove over.”
“Who? What? Huh?”
Spike’s lips swallowed up whatever other insightful protests Xander might have made. Spike’s lips. Lips of Spike. Nice lips, actually. Firm, tasty lips that felt damn good as they teased and taunted and oh god! Again! It was happening again!
“No!” Xander pulled back, scrambling to get off the bed. “No, Spike. You’re a good kisser and damn that was hot, but no. I have a girlfriend.”
“You might have a bird, but yer prick says you’d like to have me,” Spike leered.
“Yeah, maybe. But I try to keep my morals up in the big head,” Xander said seriously. “What my dick wants and what I’ll do are two different things. So thanks but no thanks.”
“Xander, you ready?” Oz stood there, crossbow in hand. Xander could see Cordelia standing just behind him and wonder of wonders, she was unimpaled and didn’t look pissed. He might just make it through this after all.
“Yeah,” Xander said with a last look at Spike. “I think we’re done here.”
He sauntered over to join his friends, stopping only to drop a whisper in Spike’s ear. The growl he received in return was worth taking that chance. Now, he just had to make things right with Cordy and it’d all be okay.
Reality fractured again, and as he spun off into the darkness he could hear Spike’s reply.
“Now what the fuck did he mean by that? Get over Dru? Not likely, mate...”
Xander could only laugh helplessly and wondered if Spike really would take him up on his offer of a little personal staking…
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on 2007-07-14 03:19 am (UTC)great chapter hun.
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on 2007-07-14 04:02 pm (UTC)Me like!
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on 2007-07-14 05:54 pm (UTC)::pouts::
Darn smart readers figuring out my master plan... :P
Love you, sweetie!
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Yay!
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on 2007-07-15 07:55 pm (UTC)*twirls with you*
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on 2007-07-17 05:08 pm (UTC)Oh, sorry, got lost there for a minute.
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