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Title: In Sunlight or in Shadow (4/?)
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chocgood84 (chocgood84 at livejournal dot com)
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Rating: NC-17
Notes: This chapter's a little more graphic - bloodplay, violence, death, and *finally* some pr0n
Disclaimer: I don’t own Spike, Xander, or Buffy the Vampire Slayer. If I did, this wouldn’t be fanfic, it’d be cannon. These belong to Mutant Enemy and its creator, Joss Whedon. No harm, no foul.
Previous parts here.
Spike led Xander through the large doors out of the tomb, the golden grave that had witnessed birth and death and rebirth.
As they passed over the threshold, a deep growling rumble called to them from the chamber. They turned to find that golden light growing brighter and brighter. Xander reflexively brought his hand to cover his eyes from the light, but Spike stopped him.
“Xander, look” Spike said, his voice soft and slow.
“Why – oh.” He started, gazing into the crypt, amazement dawning on him.
The golden veins in the midnight marble and black granite seemed to be smearing, trickling down the walls. Looked as if someone had swiped turpentine at a watercolor, and Xander immediately realized that the gold was melting. The viens were indeed pure precious metal, melting before his eyes.
“Spike, how can they-”
“Shh, love. Don’t know.” Spike brought a finger to Xander’s lips, motioning for silence.
Before their eyes, the urns of lilies melted like wax into puddles that stretched the entire floor of the immense room. Where the veins had been in the marble now held only air, enormous cracks left in their wake.
When at last it seemed as if there were nothing but charred remains of a crematorium, that grumbling grew louder. A chunk of the north wall fell, screaming from the top corner of the room. Smaller and larger pieces, too, began to splash and drown in the golden wax on the floor.
“Spike?” Xander asked, an uneasy feeling settling into his hollow chest.
“Xander-run!” Spike screamed as one of the massive doors unglued itself from its invisible hinges, crashing too close to them for comfort and smashing into pieces and fragments of stone and pebbles.
Xander needed no prompts, and only moments later - thanks to his new vamp juice, not sold in stores- he stepped up and out of the winding stairway of doom and into the cavern at the top, quickly followed by a still-naked Spike.
The rumbling deep within the earth became a rolling crash of tidal waves of stone and clay, the sound threatening to burst both men’s eardrums. As they watched before them, the raw-cut stairs cracked, crumbled, and fell away as if they were made of sand and glue.
Minutes passed and at last the earth was calm again, the evil little chamber of death having decomposed itself, drowning in its own destruction.
Xander stood, mouth hanging open in a look of shock as he gazed into this great chasm that had housed his anonymous funeral. The moment struck him as wondrous once he realized that his death was not a normal one, and now the place in which he passed the threshold of life and death ceased to be; he was a man reborn into freedom – no past to keep him, no path to guide him. He was what he had always secretly longed to be - tabula rasa. No expectations, no limitations.
After he’d had a few minutes to process that, he became aware of two things: one, the hunger was coursing through his veins not quite unlike the rush of nicotine after hotboxing a cig, and two, a strong hand on his shoulder, gently turning him around.
“C’mon, love, let’s blow this, yeah?” Spike said, sparkle in his eye and smirk on lips.
“You mean this place, right?” Xander responded, tongue darting out and licking his lips. Spike’s smirk grew wider and more devilish, if that were possible.
“Right, mate. Gotta get you some blood before so’s I’ll have something to taste later.” Spike said, his hand coming up and massaging the invisible scar on Xander’s neck. Xander only shivered and gave slight convulsions at that gotta be some kind of sin to enjoy it this much touch.
The touch went away and he opened his eyes to see the last inch of Spike’s nude butt high-tailing it out of the cave. He gave an inner “eep!” at the thrill that jolted straight down his spine as he ran to catch up.
“Uh, Spike? You know you’re naked, right?” Xander asked, catching Spike just outside the entrance. “Not that I’m complaining, cuz that’s like saying no to a ho-ho, and no I’m not saying you’re a chocolate snack cake, although -”
“Yeah, love, I’m starkers. Don’t have much option, now do I?” Spike asked. “Sides, no one out here, anway. And it’s not like I’m bashful.”
“No, not bashful.” Xander said huskily as one hand reached out of its own accord to cup one perfectly smooth, round buttock.
“Hey, now! S’not the time, pet. Promise, there’ll be time for that later. Right now you need to feed.” Spike smirked, wanting more than anything to follow through with that action. But he meant what he said; the boy needed to feed. Soon, too, if he was to keep from experiencing a whole different kind of pain.
“You sure, Spike? Could make it worth the wait, I bet.” Xander breathed against Spike’s lips, looking out from under long lashes.
Spike shivered, took a large step back.
“C’mon, love, let’s get. Faster we get done, faster we can begin, right?” Blue eyes flashed amber as Xander licked his lips once more.
“Sure, Spike.” Xander said, his head dropping a bit, a pout forming on his lips. “Let’s do this.”
They made their way through the forest quickly, stopping a few times for Spike to point out something or explain something about the vamp features. More than once while Spike stopped them to explain something, Xander would take advantage of the moment and lean in, kissing Spike deeply, running his hands over that smooth flesh. Spike usually walked away like a compass pointing north as Xander smirked and laughed under his breath.
At last they broke through the trees and came upon a one lane gravel road cutting through the forest.
“My truck’s about a mile that way.” Xander nodded to the left before he realized that he could see the truck as if it were only yards away. Again he was dumbfounded by the new heights his senses had risen to.
Spike gave him a snarky smile before taking his arm and leading him towards the truck. Spike laughed gently at the vision they must give – one bleached blonde stark-naked man strolling arm and arm with a man who had blood all over his clothes. What a pair.
Incidentally, they both heard a truck screaming and crunching towards them from the west, from town. Bunch of UCSD frats out for a night of cow-tipping and pillaging, Spike judged by the sounds of their calls and shouts. He gave a mental eye-roll as he made out what they were driving - some stupid SUV as big as a yacht. Something made for the military but sold to stupid civilians who had too much money.
Xander tensed as the electric green Hummer stopped about two miles up the road. Saw five guys get out, dragging two girls with them – looked like they were gagged. The guys were still hooting and hollering, but it didn’t seem like the girls possessed the same enthusiasm.
“Spike, look-” He whispered, though he didn’t need to.
“I see ‘em, pet. Let’s go.” Spike said, unlinking his arm and charging towards them like a bat out of hell.
Xander followed suit, and quickly they passed his own truck and arrived at the metal monstrosity the guys had arrived in. Xander could smell their sweet only about thirty feet into the trees. Could smell something else, too, like chocolate and whiskey – he knew what it was.
“I can smell their fear, Spike. Can smell those girls’ fear.” Spike only smiled proudly at him, motioning for him to be still and to be quiet. Xander nodded.
Spike patted at his ribs and then whispered obscenities as he realized he wasn’t wearing his duster.
“Xander? You got a lighter, mate?” Spike asked, his voice just a notch about silent.
Without a thought, Xander fished the Zaippa out of his pocket and tossed it to Spike who gave him a questioning look. He just shrugged his shoulders and made a smoking a smoking gesture. The look Spike gave him was one of pure pride and Xander stifled a laugh at that.
“Gimme your shirt.” Spike said.
Now it was Xander’s turn to be puzzled as he pulled off his jacket and unbuttoned his shirt, handing it over Spike. He was about to replace the jacket but decided against it; his bare chest felt kind of nice in the still air. Seemed as if that cold front had passed by in the last few hours.
Spike ripped the shirt in two and toweled one half into a tight cone. He motioned for Xander to follow as went to the Hummer and opened the gas can. After stuffing most of the shirt into the tank, he mouthed to Xander, “Get ready to run” and pointed in the opposite direction of the assholes.
With that, Spike flicked the Zippa once, twice, third time’s a charm as a flame jumped out of the lighter. The fire caught the make-shift fuse and before Xander could even blink, they were sprinting into the woods for safety.
Seconds later an explosion rocked the earth. Flames shot brightly the air, lighting up the night sky for several miles. Even where they stood in the woods, Xander could feel the intense heat spasm past them. He gave a malicious smile as he heard the men shout obscenities, sending two of them to find out what happened. That meant there were still three with the women.
Game face reflexively in place, Xander followed Spike to the edge of the gravel and waited for them to find out what happened.
They pounced quickly on the unsuspecting morons. Xander hadn’t realized that he could be so vengeful as he picked up one big guy and slammed him against a tree, blood spattering out of the mans mouth.
“Don’t let them make a sound, pet,” was all Spike had to say as Xander crushed they guy against the tree once more – he heard splinters crack in the tree, and soon the man fell at his feat, limp and hurt beyond repair, but still alive. Still breathing, although shallowly.
Spike clamped his hand other guy’s mouth, held tight against the gravel. Unable to do anything else because of the damn chip, he was happy when Xander brought his foot down on the man’s windpipe, destroying any chance he had to call for help. A ruthless kick in the head, and this man too was out cold, breathing, though shallowly and wetly. Xander knew he wouldn’t last through the night, but he couldn’t find the courage to care about that.
Spike nodded towards the noise coming from the forest where the other guys had the girls hostage, and they both made their way quickly to a small clearing.
Xander could see that one man was the lookout as the other two took precious little time to tear at the girls’ clothing. The girls were screaming behind their gags, tears streaming down their faces. Their hands were tied beneath them on the ground, and both women seemed on the brink of hysteria.
One women was blond with short hair, fear keeping here eyes shut tight. But the other women had long black hair, rosy cheeks, long eyelashes and bright blue eyes. She looked like a grown up version of Dawn.
Spike and Xander exchanged a look. Spike pointed towards the girls and motioned for Xander to take the men.
The erupted like cannons from the depths of the forest, snarling like beasts and attacking like savages.
In the confusion of the interruption, all three men banded together, anger and confusion crossing each face. Xander decided to play a little with these boys.
“S’matter boys – not man enough pick on someone your own size?” He snarled through open fangs. “Or are your cocks that small that no one will put out for you?”
Xander gave a delighted, evil little laugh as a brunette man with a long beard rushed towards him. Before the guy could even take two steps towards him, Xander grabbed him be beard and yanked hard, spinning and tossing him to the ground next to him.
That seemed to spark the anger in the other two and simultaneously they both charged him. Xander landed two quick kicks in rapid succession at them, causing them to hit the ground. Hard. All three were back up fast, though, circling him, snarling as much as Xander was himself. He only gave another evil laugh, waiting for their first move.
Meanwhile, Spike had pulled the damsels in distress up from the ground, snapping apart their ropes like thread and untying their gags.
“Run!” He yelled at them, flashing the demon at them. “Go, now!” He howled at them.
The needed no more encouragement than that as they both took off, screaming and crying into the night, back towards the gravel road, back towards town.
The men noticed and the lookout, a blond man with bloodshot eyes, sprinted after them.
“Where you think you’re going, mate?” Spike asked, blocking his path.
The man took a pathetic swing at the blonde vampire, and instinctively Spike swung back, knocking the man to ground, blood pouring from his broken nose and howling in pain.
Spike brought his hands to his head and screamed, waiting for the pain to take hold of him. The pain that never came.
Xander glanced from his challengers to where Spike was standing, hands to his head and screaming. Before he had time to react though, the screaming stopped and Spike looked up at him. Moonlight flickered in his amber eyes, reflected off his fangs like a camera flash in a mirror. An deviant grin, and Xander knew what it meant – the chip was dead.
Spike reached down and pulled the bleeding man up, turning and slamming him against a tree. The man howled like a dog with a broken leg, and even Xander heard the sssnap as his spine splintered into tiny fragments. The man fell at Spike’s feet, flinching and twisting involuntary – paralyzed but twitching as his body reeled from the severance of nerves.
Spike pounced on him, sinking his fangs deep into the boy’s throat. No formalities, no kindness as he ripped the hole wide open, sucking and slurping from this unexpected buffet.
The other two stared in horror as Spike pulled away from empty corpse beneath him. Before they could spare a breath, Spike was behind them, trapping them between himself and Xander.
“Well, love,” Spike began, blood dripping from his chin and flowing down his naked torso. “Looks like dinner is served.”
Xander seemed to go on auto pilot, because the next thing he knew, the bearded man was screaming in his arms as he sank his teeth, piercing like shards of glass, into the man’s throat.
Spike held the other man, forcing him to watch as Xander pulled on the blood, wave after wave of fear and hatred and buried lust. The taste was unlike anything Xander could have imaged, cinnamon and garlic and salt and sweet, so very sweet.
At last, he turned away from the dead man, dropping him like the garbage that he was. Blood was smeared all over Xander’s face, on his hands, his bare chest. He let out sound that could only be described as a wolf worshiping the moon.
He dived into this next man, this last horrible piece of shit, pushing him to the ground and laying on top of him. He tore open the bastard’s throat and sucked slower this time, savoring the taste like a sweet French wine.
Spike lay on the opposite side, his hand finding Xander’s, holding tight as he ripped through the man’s other side. They both sucked and nipped and pulled on the body until there was nothing left, their hands roaming each other’s body, hard cocks grinding against the cooling corpse beneath them.
Spike stood first, pulling a very lightheaded Xander behind him.
They exchanged possibly the most violent, yet gentle, kiss either of them had experienced, tasting, sharing, enjoying the lifeblood they had stolen from these sick bastards.
Xander sighed into the kiss, the demon slipping away, grinding his denim-clad cock against Spike’s bare one.
Spike lost the demon as well and pushed Xander back to the ground, jumping on top of him, grinding his hips into Xander.
Their lips never parted as they sped up their desire, fueled by the blood, warmed by their love. Tongues explored and exchanged with an intimate need to know each other and feel that needing knowledge.
Spike screamed into the kiss and stopped his fierce grinding as his entire body convulsed in an orgasm the likes of which no nymphomaniac could ever know.
Xander followed only moments later, cum oozing out of his cock and into his jeans, sticky and cool.
Their kiss, no longer violent, ended minutes later when Spike again pulled his boy, his love, his childe to his feet, laughing when Xander nearly fell back down.
“Wow.” Was all Xander could say.
Laughter was all Spike could respond with, looking at his, his, Xander. Who stood there in the moonlight like he was made for the night. That sight would be permanently etched in Spike’s memory until the day dust swept him away.
“You okay, love?” He asked, his voice weak and slow.
“Me? Oh, I’m grrreat,” Xander said, smile on his lips and laughter in his chest.
“Even with…” Spike motioned to the three bodies that scattered the clearing.
“For now…yes.” Xander answered honestly. He briefly wondered if maybe he had changed, because the sight of the men he had killed didn’t phase him. Didn’t even flicker a single thread of doubt in his mind.
“Good.” Spike said, again reminded that his freedom was restored, and wondering how. Put that thought on the high shelf for now, he thought.
“Come on, got a surprise for you.” Xander smiled, leaning in and kissing Spike one more time before leading Spike out of the ghastly site.
“Another?” Spike asked, head cocked and eyebrow arched. This boy is going to be a bad influence on me, he thought, laughing to himself.
Author:
chocgood84 (chocgood84 at livejournal dot com)Pairing: Spike/Xander
Rating: NC-17
Notes: This chapter's a little more graphic - bloodplay, violence, death, and *finally* some pr0n
Disclaimer: I don’t own Spike, Xander, or Buffy the Vampire Slayer. If I did, this wouldn’t be fanfic, it’d be cannon. These belong to Mutant Enemy and its creator, Joss Whedon. No harm, no foul.
Previous parts here.
Spike led Xander through the large doors out of the tomb, the golden grave that had witnessed birth and death and rebirth.
As they passed over the threshold, a deep growling rumble called to them from the chamber. They turned to find that golden light growing brighter and brighter. Xander reflexively brought his hand to cover his eyes from the light, but Spike stopped him.
“Xander, look” Spike said, his voice soft and slow.
“Why – oh.” He started, gazing into the crypt, amazement dawning on him.
The golden veins in the midnight marble and black granite seemed to be smearing, trickling down the walls. Looked as if someone had swiped turpentine at a watercolor, and Xander immediately realized that the gold was melting. The viens were indeed pure precious metal, melting before his eyes.
“Spike, how can they-”
“Shh, love. Don’t know.” Spike brought a finger to Xander’s lips, motioning for silence.
Before their eyes, the urns of lilies melted like wax into puddles that stretched the entire floor of the immense room. Where the veins had been in the marble now held only air, enormous cracks left in their wake.
When at last it seemed as if there were nothing but charred remains of a crematorium, that grumbling grew louder. A chunk of the north wall fell, screaming from the top corner of the room. Smaller and larger pieces, too, began to splash and drown in the golden wax on the floor.
“Spike?” Xander asked, an uneasy feeling settling into his hollow chest.
“Xander-run!” Spike screamed as one of the massive doors unglued itself from its invisible hinges, crashing too close to them for comfort and smashing into pieces and fragments of stone and pebbles.
Xander needed no prompts, and only moments later - thanks to his new vamp juice, not sold in stores- he stepped up and out of the winding stairway of doom and into the cavern at the top, quickly followed by a still-naked Spike.
The rumbling deep within the earth became a rolling crash of tidal waves of stone and clay, the sound threatening to burst both men’s eardrums. As they watched before them, the raw-cut stairs cracked, crumbled, and fell away as if they were made of sand and glue.
Minutes passed and at last the earth was calm again, the evil little chamber of death having decomposed itself, drowning in its own destruction.
Xander stood, mouth hanging open in a look of shock as he gazed into this great chasm that had housed his anonymous funeral. The moment struck him as wondrous once he realized that his death was not a normal one, and now the place in which he passed the threshold of life and death ceased to be; he was a man reborn into freedom – no past to keep him, no path to guide him. He was what he had always secretly longed to be - tabula rasa. No expectations, no limitations.
After he’d had a few minutes to process that, he became aware of two things: one, the hunger was coursing through his veins not quite unlike the rush of nicotine after hotboxing a cig, and two, a strong hand on his shoulder, gently turning him around.
“C’mon, love, let’s blow this, yeah?” Spike said, sparkle in his eye and smirk on lips.
“You mean this place, right?” Xander responded, tongue darting out and licking his lips. Spike’s smirk grew wider and more devilish, if that were possible.
“Right, mate. Gotta get you some blood before so’s I’ll have something to taste later.” Spike said, his hand coming up and massaging the invisible scar on Xander’s neck. Xander only shivered and gave slight convulsions at that gotta be some kind of sin to enjoy it this much touch.
The touch went away and he opened his eyes to see the last inch of Spike’s nude butt high-tailing it out of the cave. He gave an inner “eep!” at the thrill that jolted straight down his spine as he ran to catch up.
“Uh, Spike? You know you’re naked, right?” Xander asked, catching Spike just outside the entrance. “Not that I’m complaining, cuz that’s like saying no to a ho-ho, and no I’m not saying you’re a chocolate snack cake, although -”
“Yeah, love, I’m starkers. Don’t have much option, now do I?” Spike asked. “Sides, no one out here, anway. And it’s not like I’m bashful.”
“No, not bashful.” Xander said huskily as one hand reached out of its own accord to cup one perfectly smooth, round buttock.
“Hey, now! S’not the time, pet. Promise, there’ll be time for that later. Right now you need to feed.” Spike smirked, wanting more than anything to follow through with that action. But he meant what he said; the boy needed to feed. Soon, too, if he was to keep from experiencing a whole different kind of pain.
“You sure, Spike? Could make it worth the wait, I bet.” Xander breathed against Spike’s lips, looking out from under long lashes.
Spike shivered, took a large step back.
“C’mon, love, let’s get. Faster we get done, faster we can begin, right?” Blue eyes flashed amber as Xander licked his lips once more.
“Sure, Spike.” Xander said, his head dropping a bit, a pout forming on his lips. “Let’s do this.”
They made their way through the forest quickly, stopping a few times for Spike to point out something or explain something about the vamp features. More than once while Spike stopped them to explain something, Xander would take advantage of the moment and lean in, kissing Spike deeply, running his hands over that smooth flesh. Spike usually walked away like a compass pointing north as Xander smirked and laughed under his breath.
At last they broke through the trees and came upon a one lane gravel road cutting through the forest.
“My truck’s about a mile that way.” Xander nodded to the left before he realized that he could see the truck as if it were only yards away. Again he was dumbfounded by the new heights his senses had risen to.
Spike gave him a snarky smile before taking his arm and leading him towards the truck. Spike laughed gently at the vision they must give – one bleached blonde stark-naked man strolling arm and arm with a man who had blood all over his clothes. What a pair.
Incidentally, they both heard a truck screaming and crunching towards them from the west, from town. Bunch of UCSD frats out for a night of cow-tipping and pillaging, Spike judged by the sounds of their calls and shouts. He gave a mental eye-roll as he made out what they were driving - some stupid SUV as big as a yacht. Something made for the military but sold to stupid civilians who had too much money.
Xander tensed as the electric green Hummer stopped about two miles up the road. Saw five guys get out, dragging two girls with them – looked like they were gagged. The guys were still hooting and hollering, but it didn’t seem like the girls possessed the same enthusiasm.
“Spike, look-” He whispered, though he didn’t need to.
“I see ‘em, pet. Let’s go.” Spike said, unlinking his arm and charging towards them like a bat out of hell.
Xander followed suit, and quickly they passed his own truck and arrived at the metal monstrosity the guys had arrived in. Xander could smell their sweet only about thirty feet into the trees. Could smell something else, too, like chocolate and whiskey – he knew what it was.
“I can smell their fear, Spike. Can smell those girls’ fear.” Spike only smiled proudly at him, motioning for him to be still and to be quiet. Xander nodded.
Spike patted at his ribs and then whispered obscenities as he realized he wasn’t wearing his duster.
“Xander? You got a lighter, mate?” Spike asked, his voice just a notch about silent.
Without a thought, Xander fished the Zaippa out of his pocket and tossed it to Spike who gave him a questioning look. He just shrugged his shoulders and made a smoking a smoking gesture. The look Spike gave him was one of pure pride and Xander stifled a laugh at that.
“Gimme your shirt.” Spike said.
Now it was Xander’s turn to be puzzled as he pulled off his jacket and unbuttoned his shirt, handing it over Spike. He was about to replace the jacket but decided against it; his bare chest felt kind of nice in the still air. Seemed as if that cold front had passed by in the last few hours.
Spike ripped the shirt in two and toweled one half into a tight cone. He motioned for Xander to follow as went to the Hummer and opened the gas can. After stuffing most of the shirt into the tank, he mouthed to Xander, “Get ready to run” and pointed in the opposite direction of the assholes.
With that, Spike flicked the Zippa once, twice, third time’s a charm as a flame jumped out of the lighter. The fire caught the make-shift fuse and before Xander could even blink, they were sprinting into the woods for safety.
Seconds later an explosion rocked the earth. Flames shot brightly the air, lighting up the night sky for several miles. Even where they stood in the woods, Xander could feel the intense heat spasm past them. He gave a malicious smile as he heard the men shout obscenities, sending two of them to find out what happened. That meant there were still three with the women.
Game face reflexively in place, Xander followed Spike to the edge of the gravel and waited for them to find out what happened.
They pounced quickly on the unsuspecting morons. Xander hadn’t realized that he could be so vengeful as he picked up one big guy and slammed him against a tree, blood spattering out of the mans mouth.
“Don’t let them make a sound, pet,” was all Spike had to say as Xander crushed they guy against the tree once more – he heard splinters crack in the tree, and soon the man fell at his feat, limp and hurt beyond repair, but still alive. Still breathing, although shallowly.
Spike clamped his hand other guy’s mouth, held tight against the gravel. Unable to do anything else because of the damn chip, he was happy when Xander brought his foot down on the man’s windpipe, destroying any chance he had to call for help. A ruthless kick in the head, and this man too was out cold, breathing, though shallowly and wetly. Xander knew he wouldn’t last through the night, but he couldn’t find the courage to care about that.
Spike nodded towards the noise coming from the forest where the other guys had the girls hostage, and they both made their way quickly to a small clearing.
Xander could see that one man was the lookout as the other two took precious little time to tear at the girls’ clothing. The girls were screaming behind their gags, tears streaming down their faces. Their hands were tied beneath them on the ground, and both women seemed on the brink of hysteria.
One women was blond with short hair, fear keeping here eyes shut tight. But the other women had long black hair, rosy cheeks, long eyelashes and bright blue eyes. She looked like a grown up version of Dawn.
Spike and Xander exchanged a look. Spike pointed towards the girls and motioned for Xander to take the men.
The erupted like cannons from the depths of the forest, snarling like beasts and attacking like savages.
In the confusion of the interruption, all three men banded together, anger and confusion crossing each face. Xander decided to play a little with these boys.
“S’matter boys – not man enough pick on someone your own size?” He snarled through open fangs. “Or are your cocks that small that no one will put out for you?”
Xander gave a delighted, evil little laugh as a brunette man with a long beard rushed towards him. Before the guy could even take two steps towards him, Xander grabbed him be beard and yanked hard, spinning and tossing him to the ground next to him.
That seemed to spark the anger in the other two and simultaneously they both charged him. Xander landed two quick kicks in rapid succession at them, causing them to hit the ground. Hard. All three were back up fast, though, circling him, snarling as much as Xander was himself. He only gave another evil laugh, waiting for their first move.
Meanwhile, Spike had pulled the damsels in distress up from the ground, snapping apart their ropes like thread and untying their gags.
“Run!” He yelled at them, flashing the demon at them. “Go, now!” He howled at them.
The needed no more encouragement than that as they both took off, screaming and crying into the night, back towards the gravel road, back towards town.
The men noticed and the lookout, a blond man with bloodshot eyes, sprinted after them.
“Where you think you’re going, mate?” Spike asked, blocking his path.
The man took a pathetic swing at the blonde vampire, and instinctively Spike swung back, knocking the man to ground, blood pouring from his broken nose and howling in pain.
Spike brought his hands to his head and screamed, waiting for the pain to take hold of him. The pain that never came.
Xander glanced from his challengers to where Spike was standing, hands to his head and screaming. Before he had time to react though, the screaming stopped and Spike looked up at him. Moonlight flickered in his amber eyes, reflected off his fangs like a camera flash in a mirror. An deviant grin, and Xander knew what it meant – the chip was dead.
Spike reached down and pulled the bleeding man up, turning and slamming him against a tree. The man howled like a dog with a broken leg, and even Xander heard the sssnap as his spine splintered into tiny fragments. The man fell at Spike’s feet, flinching and twisting involuntary – paralyzed but twitching as his body reeled from the severance of nerves.
Spike pounced on him, sinking his fangs deep into the boy’s throat. No formalities, no kindness as he ripped the hole wide open, sucking and slurping from this unexpected buffet.
The other two stared in horror as Spike pulled away from empty corpse beneath him. Before they could spare a breath, Spike was behind them, trapping them between himself and Xander.
“Well, love,” Spike began, blood dripping from his chin and flowing down his naked torso. “Looks like dinner is served.”
Xander seemed to go on auto pilot, because the next thing he knew, the bearded man was screaming in his arms as he sank his teeth, piercing like shards of glass, into the man’s throat.
Spike held the other man, forcing him to watch as Xander pulled on the blood, wave after wave of fear and hatred and buried lust. The taste was unlike anything Xander could have imaged, cinnamon and garlic and salt and sweet, so very sweet.
At last, he turned away from the dead man, dropping him like the garbage that he was. Blood was smeared all over Xander’s face, on his hands, his bare chest. He let out sound that could only be described as a wolf worshiping the moon.
He dived into this next man, this last horrible piece of shit, pushing him to the ground and laying on top of him. He tore open the bastard’s throat and sucked slower this time, savoring the taste like a sweet French wine.
Spike lay on the opposite side, his hand finding Xander’s, holding tight as he ripped through the man’s other side. They both sucked and nipped and pulled on the body until there was nothing left, their hands roaming each other’s body, hard cocks grinding against the cooling corpse beneath them.
Spike stood first, pulling a very lightheaded Xander behind him.
They exchanged possibly the most violent, yet gentle, kiss either of them had experienced, tasting, sharing, enjoying the lifeblood they had stolen from these sick bastards.
Xander sighed into the kiss, the demon slipping away, grinding his denim-clad cock against Spike’s bare one.
Spike lost the demon as well and pushed Xander back to the ground, jumping on top of him, grinding his hips into Xander.
Their lips never parted as they sped up their desire, fueled by the blood, warmed by their love. Tongues explored and exchanged with an intimate need to know each other and feel that needing knowledge.
Spike screamed into the kiss and stopped his fierce grinding as his entire body convulsed in an orgasm the likes of which no nymphomaniac could ever know.
Xander followed only moments later, cum oozing out of his cock and into his jeans, sticky and cool.
Their kiss, no longer violent, ended minutes later when Spike again pulled his boy, his love, his childe to his feet, laughing when Xander nearly fell back down.
“Wow.” Was all Xander could say.
Laughter was all Spike could respond with, looking at his, his, Xander. Who stood there in the moonlight like he was made for the night. That sight would be permanently etched in Spike’s memory until the day dust swept him away.
“You okay, love?” He asked, his voice weak and slow.
“Me? Oh, I’m grrreat,” Xander said, smile on his lips and laughter in his chest.
“Even with…” Spike motioned to the three bodies that scattered the clearing.
“For now…yes.” Xander answered honestly. He briefly wondered if maybe he had changed, because the sight of the men he had killed didn’t phase him. Didn’t even flicker a single thread of doubt in his mind.
“Good.” Spike said, again reminded that his freedom was restored, and wondering how. Put that thought on the high shelf for now, he thought.
“Come on, got a surprise for you.” Xander smiled, leaning in and kissing Spike one more time before leading Spike out of the ghastly site.
“Another?” Spike asked, head cocked and eyebrow arched. This boy is going to be a bad influence on me, he thought, laughing to himself.
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~Nebula
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Thanks, luv. And no, my guys are white hats till the end, and since it's Joss!verse, the end really means until the next time we see 'em. *snerk*
More soon. Er...more eventually.
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Vengence, bloodlust, frottage!
Wheeeee!
:)
*bounce*
One teeny thing:
his boy is going to be a bad impression on me
That is more properly 'bad influence'
Nice, bay-bee!
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*snerk* frottage is funny *snerk*
D'oh! Believe it or not, but my brain wouldn't work this morning when I was typing. I used every "i" word I could think of and it still wasn't right, so I finally went with that. Thank god for you! *runs and changes everything*
Thanks, bebe!
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Don't you hate it when you canNOT think of a word?
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