Modes of Silence
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sevendeadlyfunPairing: Spike/Xander
Rating: NC-17 overall
Summary: Buffy's dead. Spike, Xander, and Dawn try to move on.
A/N: Written for![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
tamingthemuse prompt # 67-Bangkok. Sorry this took so long, but now that my fall_for_sx fic is done, I'll have more time and energy for my WiPs...
Previous Chapters
Spike followed the scent of blood, pausing occasionally and scenting the air. Giles could only follow and watch in horrified fascination. It made sense, when he stopped to think about it, that vampires would have the ability to track by scent. All the same, he couldn’t help but wonder how many Slayers had died because of this ability.
“Stop,” Spike ordered harshly. “ ‘M doin’ you a favor. Least you could do is not shove the metaphorical stake in my back while I’m doing it. “
Giles blinked at that blunt statement, head cocking as he tried to ascertain what in the world Spike was talking about. He had treated Spike fairly well since his return to Sunnydale. Giles shook his head, unwilling to think any more about Spike’s pecularities.
“Where the bloody hell is this chit,” Spike growled in frustration. “Did she have to bleed on every leaf in the whole town? Hope Xan brings Red and her little crystal ball soon. I’m getting’ tired of playing cat and mouse with this new Slayer.”
“Of course,” Giles murmured, smiling. “She did bleed on every leaf in the area or at least a good portion of them, to throw off any vampires that might be trying to track her. Her Slayer instincts…they must have given her…well, that’s brilliant!”
Spike spun around and shot Giles a scornful look. All right for the Watcher and his dusty tomes to be throwing a sodding party over a whip-sharp Slayer. Spike might admire the girl’s low cunning himself, if he wasn’t out tracking her down.
“Well, hooray for your new Slayer,” Spike ground out. “Let’s join hands and do a dance than. She’s smart, resourceful and oh yeah, completely alone in the middle of the night on a Hellmouth. Think you could do more tracking and less pondering?”
Whatever Giles was going to say was lost in the sound of rustling leaves and cracking twigs beside them. Spike called forth his true face, scanning the undergrowth. Could be a cat, could be a Fyarl. Either way, best to be prepared for anything Sunnyhell could throw at them.
‘Bloody buggering fuck,’ Spike thought in resignation. ‘When did I start thinking of them, instead of me? Oh right…when I agreed to become Dawn’s cuddly Care Vamp. Should just pack up the duster and start wearing skirts now, save myself the trouble.’
Willow and Xander tumbled out of the woods, arms and faces scratched. As Xander walked close to him, Spike could smell the sugary spice of Xander’s blood, overlaying the cinnamon smell of Willow’s magic. It wasn’t the first time he’d smelled Xander’s blood, not by a long shot. The Scoobies were forever bleeding around him and then looking faintly hurt when he licked his lips. But, for some reason, Xander’s blood wasn’t making him hungry. It was making him arse over teakettle horny.
“Xander,” he murmured, swiping a finger through a droplet of blood snaking down the younger man’s arm. “Some reason you and Red are traipsing through the woods like Hansel and bloody Gretel?”
“Uh-huh,” Xander panted, waving half-heartedly upwards. “Glowy thing. Find Slayer. Oof!”
Xander bent over, bracing his hands on his knees and didn’t see Spike suckling happily on his bloody finger. He heard Willow’s gasp and straightened up, looking around for what had upset his witchy woman. All he could see was Willow pointing at Spike and Spike smiling extra-innocently.
“What now,” Xander asked tiredly. He was getting too old for this crap. Stumbling around dark woods, chasing magic balls of light was for kids, not 20 year old construction workers. He wanted a nice warm bed and possibly a room temperature companion in that bed. Huh, look at that, he thought fuzzily. I can think of being in bed with Spike and not fall down dead. Go me and my maturity.
“Nothin’,” Spike said quickly. “Red thought she saw a frog is all. You know how gets about those green hoppies. Acts like I might put one in her bed some day.” Xander saw Willow’s eyes narrow at the last, strikingly over-enunciated bit of Spike’s very obvious lie.
“Whatever you did, don’t do it again,” Xander sighed, waving a hand at Willow in a ‘tell me later’ way. “So, Slayer must be around here somewhere. Our little Tinkerbelle isn’t zooming around like a lightening bug on crack anymore.”
Willow nodded earnestly, and scowled at Spike. “There will be a discussion later, Mister,” she said darkly, then looked at Giles. “It’s a modification of the tracking spell. Tara and I have been working on it, in case Dawn ever got lost. It’s supposed to lead you right to the person.”
“So quickly? “ Xander asked complainingly.
“We-ll,” Willow hedged. “I might have…amped it up a bit, seeing as how finding this new Slayer was so important and all.”
“Willow,” Xander began softly. “I don’t know much about magic but…”
“Got more important things to do than slap Red’s wrists,” Spike reminded Xander gently. “Let’s find this Slayer before she rabbits off. By the time we get through with the groups hugs, she could be halfway to Tahiti.”
Willow looked over at Giles, confused. “The spell should have led us right to her. I don’t know why it’s just…hanging there. And why isn’t she in Tahiti?”
“I beg your pardon,” Giles said, smiling at Willow.
“Why is the new Slayer here, instead of, oh, Tahiti or Bangkok or somewhere,” Xander clarified for him. “I mean, yeah Hellmouth. But, is this the only one? Do Slayers get chosen by how much evil is in an area or something else?”
“I’m afraid I don’t know the answer to that,” Giles replied. “The forces that work within and without are very difficult to comprehend. It may be as you say and the Slayer is chosen based upon how much evil is in a given area. It may be something else entirely. That is one thing the Council has, fortunately, never figured out.”
“Fortunately?” Willow asked, her brow furrowing in puzzlement.
“Very fortunately,” Spike smirked. “Can you imagine the Council of Wankers with the full knowledge of how a Slayer is chosen? They’d abuse that piece of information in a bloody second, calling girls right and left.”
“Quite,” Giles nodded. “Some things are best left unknown. Willow, perhaps if you told me how you, ah, amped up your spell, I might be able to figure out why it went wrong.”
Spike sighed, and reached into his duster for his pack of cigarettes. By the time these two were done with their little confab, The Slayer’d be nowhere near here. He inhaled, relishing the sweet taste of the smoke mingling with the lingering taste of Xander.
He’d mocked the boy before about the “nummy treat” comment, but it was true. Xander tasted rich, complicated, and so incredibly delicious. He understood better now why so many demons were attracted to him. The mixture of innocence and depravity combined with the thick scent of lust and the spice of his blood were an irresistible combination. Spike hardened, his cock thickening and lengthening as he stared at Xander.
“Well, that should do it,” Giles said finally, and Spike watched as the little ball of light flew off into the night.
“Let’s go than,” Spike said as he stubbed out his cigarette, and ran off after it.
Rating: NC-17 overall
Summary: Buffy's dead. Spike, Xander, and Dawn try to move on.
A/N: Written for
tamingthemuse prompt # 67-Bangkok. Sorry this took so long, but now that my fall_for_sx fic is done, I'll have more time and energy for my WiPs...Previous Chapters
Spike followed the scent of blood, pausing occasionally and scenting the air. Giles could only follow and watch in horrified fascination. It made sense, when he stopped to think about it, that vampires would have the ability to track by scent. All the same, he couldn’t help but wonder how many Slayers had died because of this ability.
“Stop,” Spike ordered harshly. “ ‘M doin’ you a favor. Least you could do is not shove the metaphorical stake in my back while I’m doing it. “
Giles blinked at that blunt statement, head cocking as he tried to ascertain what in the world Spike was talking about. He had treated Spike fairly well since his return to Sunnydale. Giles shook his head, unwilling to think any more about Spike’s pecularities.
“Where the bloody hell is this chit,” Spike growled in frustration. “Did she have to bleed on every leaf in the whole town? Hope Xan brings Red and her little crystal ball soon. I’m getting’ tired of playing cat and mouse with this new Slayer.”
“Of course,” Giles murmured, smiling. “She did bleed on every leaf in the area or at least a good portion of them, to throw off any vampires that might be trying to track her. Her Slayer instincts…they must have given her…well, that’s brilliant!”
Spike spun around and shot Giles a scornful look. All right for the Watcher and his dusty tomes to be throwing a sodding party over a whip-sharp Slayer. Spike might admire the girl’s low cunning himself, if he wasn’t out tracking her down.
“Well, hooray for your new Slayer,” Spike ground out. “Let’s join hands and do a dance than. She’s smart, resourceful and oh yeah, completely alone in the middle of the night on a Hellmouth. Think you could do more tracking and less pondering?”
Whatever Giles was going to say was lost in the sound of rustling leaves and cracking twigs beside them. Spike called forth his true face, scanning the undergrowth. Could be a cat, could be a Fyarl. Either way, best to be prepared for anything Sunnyhell could throw at them.
‘Bloody buggering fuck,’ Spike thought in resignation. ‘When did I start thinking of them, instead of me? Oh right…when I agreed to become Dawn’s cuddly Care Vamp. Should just pack up the duster and start wearing skirts now, save myself the trouble.’
Willow and Xander tumbled out of the woods, arms and faces scratched. As Xander walked close to him, Spike could smell the sugary spice of Xander’s blood, overlaying the cinnamon smell of Willow’s magic. It wasn’t the first time he’d smelled Xander’s blood, not by a long shot. The Scoobies were forever bleeding around him and then looking faintly hurt when he licked his lips. But, for some reason, Xander’s blood wasn’t making him hungry. It was making him arse over teakettle horny.
“Xander,” he murmured, swiping a finger through a droplet of blood snaking down the younger man’s arm. “Some reason you and Red are traipsing through the woods like Hansel and bloody Gretel?”
“Uh-huh,” Xander panted, waving half-heartedly upwards. “Glowy thing. Find Slayer. Oof!”
Xander bent over, bracing his hands on his knees and didn’t see Spike suckling happily on his bloody finger. He heard Willow’s gasp and straightened up, looking around for what had upset his witchy woman. All he could see was Willow pointing at Spike and Spike smiling extra-innocently.
“What now,” Xander asked tiredly. He was getting too old for this crap. Stumbling around dark woods, chasing magic balls of light was for kids, not 20 year old construction workers. He wanted a nice warm bed and possibly a room temperature companion in that bed. Huh, look at that, he thought fuzzily. I can think of being in bed with Spike and not fall down dead. Go me and my maturity.
“Nothin’,” Spike said quickly. “Red thought she saw a frog is all. You know how gets about those green hoppies. Acts like I might put one in her bed some day.” Xander saw Willow’s eyes narrow at the last, strikingly over-enunciated bit of Spike’s very obvious lie.
“Whatever you did, don’t do it again,” Xander sighed, waving a hand at Willow in a ‘tell me later’ way. “So, Slayer must be around here somewhere. Our little Tinkerbelle isn’t zooming around like a lightening bug on crack anymore.”
Willow nodded earnestly, and scowled at Spike. “There will be a discussion later, Mister,” she said darkly, then looked at Giles. “It’s a modification of the tracking spell. Tara and I have been working on it, in case Dawn ever got lost. It’s supposed to lead you right to the person.”
“So quickly? “ Xander asked complainingly.
“We-ll,” Willow hedged. “I might have…amped it up a bit, seeing as how finding this new Slayer was so important and all.”
“Willow,” Xander began softly. “I don’t know much about magic but…”
“Got more important things to do than slap Red’s wrists,” Spike reminded Xander gently. “Let’s find this Slayer before she rabbits off. By the time we get through with the groups hugs, she could be halfway to Tahiti.”
Willow looked over at Giles, confused. “The spell should have led us right to her. I don’t know why it’s just…hanging there. And why isn’t she in Tahiti?”
“I beg your pardon,” Giles said, smiling at Willow.
“Why is the new Slayer here, instead of, oh, Tahiti or Bangkok or somewhere,” Xander clarified for him. “I mean, yeah Hellmouth. But, is this the only one? Do Slayers get chosen by how much evil is in an area or something else?”
“I’m afraid I don’t know the answer to that,” Giles replied. “The forces that work within and without are very difficult to comprehend. It may be as you say and the Slayer is chosen based upon how much evil is in a given area. It may be something else entirely. That is one thing the Council has, fortunately, never figured out.”
“Fortunately?” Willow asked, her brow furrowing in puzzlement.
“Very fortunately,” Spike smirked. “Can you imagine the Council of Wankers with the full knowledge of how a Slayer is chosen? They’d abuse that piece of information in a bloody second, calling girls right and left.”
“Quite,” Giles nodded. “Some things are best left unknown. Willow, perhaps if you told me how you, ah, amped up your spell, I might be able to figure out why it went wrong.”
Spike sighed, and reached into his duster for his pack of cigarettes. By the time these two were done with their little confab, The Slayer’d be nowhere near here. He inhaled, relishing the sweet taste of the smoke mingling with the lingering taste of Xander.
He’d mocked the boy before about the “nummy treat” comment, but it was true. Xander tasted rich, complicated, and so incredibly delicious. He understood better now why so many demons were attracted to him. The mixture of innocence and depravity combined with the thick scent of lust and the spice of his blood were an irresistible combination. Spike hardened, his cock thickening and lengthening as he stared at Xander.
“Well, that should do it,” Giles said finally, and Spike watched as the little ball of light flew off into the night.
“Let’s go than,” Spike said as he stubbed out his cigarette, and ran off after it.
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on 2007-11-03 08:24 pm (UTC)