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Title: In Sunlight or Shadow (10/?)
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chocgood84
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Rating: NC-17 overall
Notes: Vamp!Xander series: the usual applies; bloodplay, smut, schmoop and man-luvin
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.
Xander was roused from sleep by a thundering pounding coming from the living room. A quick instinctive glance at Spike and he found him sitting up in bed, the sheet draped around his hips and his blonde locks tangled and knotted. Xander had the urge to lean over and kiss him.
Another round of furious pounding, and Xander realized it was the front door. Rolling his eyes at the ceiling, he scrambled out of bed and looked around the still-bright room for a robe or a pair of pajama pants, anything to cover up with. He finally saw the pant leg of a pair of jeans poking out from under the bed. A quick sniff confirmed they were cleanish.
Hopping and tugging the jeans on, he made his way into the living room, cursing the washing machine for shrinking them.
“Coming, I’m coming!” He shouted at the visitor, finally stuffing himself into the chafing denim and carefully twisting and pulling the zipper up, wincing as caught hair was yanked out by the root.
He got to the door on the fourth round of knocks and wrenched it open nearly hard enough to crack the jamb. He was two seconds from melting to game face and draining the unsuspecting visitor. That is, until –
“Xander Harris!” A very angry red-head wiccan woman stood in his doorway, hands on her hips and resolve face surreptitiously in place.
“Uh, hi Willow,” Xander said sheepishly, standing aside and waving her in.
And in she went, stomping her wooden clogs loud enough to wake the actual dead. Her heart was racing and Xander could smell the blood pulsing through her. He was suddenly very much aware of being hungry.
“What’s the what, my witchy woman friend?” He asked, leading her into the kitchen.
“Don’t you ‘What’s the what’ me, Xander Harris!” Willow shouted, scolding with a mom-like pointed index finger at him. Only she could make an undead zeppo feel about six years old again.
“Uh, sorry?” He tried.
“Sorry? Sorry! I haven’t heard from you for an entire week and I’m all thinking your dead and here you are standing in your apartment wearing nothing but really tight jeans and all you can say is ‘Sorry’!?” Willow advanced a step towards Xander, and he could see the lightning flash in her eyes. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Garth Brooks strummed an electric guitar.
“Uh, sorry again?” At that, Xander really thought she was going to lose control and bring the ceiling down on them.
“Now you listen to me, mister-“
“Wait a sec, Willow. Did you a week? It’s been a whole week?” Xander’s voice trailed. God, how long was I dead?
“Uh, duh! What, they don’t make calendars wherever the heck you’ve been hiding?”
“He’s been…out of it, Red. Give the lad a break, yeah?” Spike called from were he stood in the bedroom doorway in all his naked glory.
Willow jumped and then turned to find who was challenging her, only to turn back away quickly. Her face turned three or four shades darker than her crimson hair.
“Spike – what are you doing here? And, uh, why are you naked? Xander, why is Spike naked in your apartment – in your bedroom?” Willow peeked another glance towards Spike, the blood rushing to her face again.
“The boy’s wearing my digs, isn’t he? Don’t have much of a choice now do I?” A smug grin tightened over the blonde vampire’s lips. Xander could practically hear him laughing inside his head.
Xander looked down to find that yes, in fact he was wearing Spike’s black jeans. Which would explain the tightness. He felt the embarrassment well up inside him and momentarily wondered if vampires even could blush. Instead of wigging out, he just shrugged.
“Woops. Good news, Willow – I found Spike!” Xander chimed.
“Uh, well, um, yeah, I see that. I mean, no, no I didn’t see anything. Just that I saw – I mean, I know!” Willow went into babble mode while Spike made naughty gestures behind her making Xander remember what they’d been doing almost constantly since the night they got back. Xander felt his cock twitch and prayed to whatever gods would listen that he wouldn’t go full-mast. Not in these jeans.
“Uh, Wills, I’m going to go change and play whack-the-blond for a few minutes. Then you can yell at me some more, okay?” Xander made to go, but Willow stopped him.
“No, it’s okay. I’m done yelling. Was just worried about you, Xander. But now I see you’re – uh, okay. I’m gonna go now and let you guys, um, yeah I’m just going to go.” Willow made her way towards the door, looking everywhere but towards Xander’s face or the bedroom doorway.
“It’s fine, Willow. You don’t have to go. Just let me change, okay?” Xander could feel the hunger burning inside him now.
“No, no, it’s fine Xander. I have to go find Tara anyway. I’ll see you later tonight, though?” Willow asked, finally meeting Xander’s gaze again, much to Xander’s relief.
“Later, huh?” Xander asked, puzzled face sliding into place.
“At the Magic Box? Scooby meeting, demons, nerds, Invisi-Buffy? Ring a bell?”
“Oh! Oh, right right. Yeah, I’ll be there. Eight o’clock, right?”
“Yeppers, eight on the dot. Buffy said it’s really important, so Spike should probably come too.”
“Ta, ducks,” Spike muttered, crossing the living room and throwing himself gracefully down on the sofa.
“Uh, okay Wills. We’ll be there.” Xander ushered her towards the door and opened it for her. Instinctively he started breathing, just to make sure she wouldn’t think anything was up.
She surprised him by pouncing on him and wrapping her arms tight around him. He returned the embrace, careful not to hug her too hard.
“I hope your happy, Xander,” she whispered to him.
“I really am, Wills,” he whispered back, smiling like a fool as they broke the hug.
“Good. Okay, see you later?” She asked, crossing the threshold.
“Yup, eight o’clock. I’ll even bring doughnutty goodness!” He said with a smile, laughter in his voice.
He watched as she walked down the hall and got into the elevator. Walking back into the apartment, he found Spike standing at the open refrigerator, leaning on the door and scratching himself.
Rolling his eyes but smiling nonetheless, he decided that it was time to exact some revenge on his vampire companion for the naughty things he was doing behind Willow’s back.
“Hey, Spike?” He called behind him as he slumped into a chair at the dining room table. A very audible ’riiiiiiiip’ filled the apartment and Xander could feel a draft flowing through the pants.
“Oi, mate! Just got those!” Spike shouted, turning from the refrigerator and stalking over to Xander.
“Oh, no!” Xander feigned surprise, getting up from the table and turning his back on Spike knowing full well his back side was hanging out of the torn seat, free and clear.
“Guess you’re just going to have to wear a pair of my old pants tonight, baby,” he said in a sing-song voice.
Moments later he was screaming like a girl as a blonde vampire chased him towards the bedroom, grabbing and ripping the ruined pants the rest of the way off. Whoever said revenge was best served cold had obviously not been wronged by a gorgeous sexy blonde vampire with the libido of a rabbit who’s gone without for six months.
Two hours later and the sun had finally sunk beneath the horizon. Xander thanked whomever resided in the heavens that the blinds had been shut and the curtains drawn when Willow had dropped by. He really didn’t think he’d like being a pile of ash very much.
He came out of the bathroom feeling crisp and clean, felt all the muscles in his body flex in anticipation of the hunt. Spike still lay in bed, dazed and attacked by a horrendous case of bed-head.
Xander crawled onto the bed and snaked his way towards the blonde. Before he could get there though, he found himself flipped over and severely horny and very much awake Spike straddling his hips.
“Not through with you yet, boy. I believe you still owe me an apology for ruining my britches,” Spike said, nipping at the ghost-scar.
“Nope. I was a very bad boy and deserved to be punished,” Xander barked between gasps as Spike gyrated his erection against Xander’s hard-yet-again cock.
“True that, love.” Spike quipped, and hopped up, strutting away into the bathroom. A minute later, Xander heard the shower running and groaned loudly.
“Soooo not the punishment I had in mind,” he mentally forehead smacked himself.
It was a quarter till eight when they found themselves walking hand in hand down the main drag of downtown Sunnydale, a box with only twenty Krispy Kreme doughnuts held in Xander’s right hand.
“Oi, can’t believe I had to fall in love with someone who volunteers to bring snacks to a meeting at which his human friends will talk about killing demons, which we are.” Spike rolled his eyes.
“Well you did, so deal with it, Sir Clorox.” Xander combated, licking what was left of the sweet delicious glaze off his lips.
“Bugger off, you.”
“Already did, thanks,” Xander piped.
“Hush up, you, or there’ll be no spankings tonight,” Spike replied with a devilish glint in his eyes.
“Hushing up, now,” he complied.
They stopped a few yards short of the Magic Box and made sure there were no remnants of tonight’s meal anywhere to be seen. They’d been very careful to not spill – the last thing they wanted was to have an angry slayer on their hands.
“Remember, love, stick to the shadows and try not to get too close to anyone. And remember to breathe when you do get close. S’one thing about that group of yours – they’re not the bloody sharpest stakes in the chest.”
“Hey! I resemble that remark!” Xander pouted.
“Not you, pet. You’re bloody brilliant – you’re with me, aren’t you?” Spike leaned in close, his tongue darting out to lick off the last trace of sugary glaze from Xander’s lips.
“Hummina hummina, what was the question? Oh, yeah. C’mon, Spike, let’s get this over with.” Xander sighed resolutely. He so did not want to do anything but Spike right now.
“It’ll be alright, love. I’ll protect you,” Spike said.
“I know, I know. It’s just that these are my friends, you know? I know they’ll be okay with the gay thing. It’s the sleeping with a vampire thing I think they’ll be a little wiggy about. And I know the being a vampire thing is so not going to go over well.” Xander worried his bottom lip, and Spike reached over and kissed him, suckling it gently.
“Hush now, pet. Don’t have to tell them anything; not yet. Just relax, yeah? ‘Sides, you happen to be running with a master vampire. S’not like they can do anything, is it?”
“Love you, Spike,” Xander whispered, leaning into Spike’s strong embrace.
“Love you too, Xan.” Spike sang into Xander’s ear.
Xander gathered all of his strength and plastered on a fake smile, thank Gods the Scoobies never knew the difference, and opened the door.
When the bell above the door sang out, Xander was surprised to find everyone inside at the table and staring at him and then at Spike as he came in behind him.
“Something you wanna tell us, Xander?” A rather pissed off slayer asked, one hand on her hip and the other holding a rather large pointy splinter.
Author:
chocgood84Pairing: Spike/Xander
Rating: NC-17 overall
Notes: Vamp!Xander series: the usual applies; bloodplay, smut, schmoop and man-luvin
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.
Xander was roused from sleep by a thundering pounding coming from the living room. A quick instinctive glance at Spike and he found him sitting up in bed, the sheet draped around his hips and his blonde locks tangled and knotted. Xander had the urge to lean over and kiss him.
Another round of furious pounding, and Xander realized it was the front door. Rolling his eyes at the ceiling, he scrambled out of bed and looked around the still-bright room for a robe or a pair of pajama pants, anything to cover up with. He finally saw the pant leg of a pair of jeans poking out from under the bed. A quick sniff confirmed they were cleanish.
Hopping and tugging the jeans on, he made his way into the living room, cursing the washing machine for shrinking them.
“Coming, I’m coming!” He shouted at the visitor, finally stuffing himself into the chafing denim and carefully twisting and pulling the zipper up, wincing as caught hair was yanked out by the root.
He got to the door on the fourth round of knocks and wrenched it open nearly hard enough to crack the jamb. He was two seconds from melting to game face and draining the unsuspecting visitor. That is, until –
“Xander Harris!” A very angry red-head wiccan woman stood in his doorway, hands on her hips and resolve face surreptitiously in place.
“Uh, hi Willow,” Xander said sheepishly, standing aside and waving her in.
And in she went, stomping her wooden clogs loud enough to wake the actual dead. Her heart was racing and Xander could smell the blood pulsing through her. He was suddenly very much aware of being hungry.
“What’s the what, my witchy woman friend?” He asked, leading her into the kitchen.
“Don’t you ‘What’s the what’ me, Xander Harris!” Willow shouted, scolding with a mom-like pointed index finger at him. Only she could make an undead zeppo feel about six years old again.
“Uh, sorry?” He tried.
“Sorry? Sorry! I haven’t heard from you for an entire week and I’m all thinking your dead and here you are standing in your apartment wearing nothing but really tight jeans and all you can say is ‘Sorry’!?” Willow advanced a step towards Xander, and he could see the lightning flash in her eyes. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Garth Brooks strummed an electric guitar.
“Uh, sorry again?” At that, Xander really thought she was going to lose control and bring the ceiling down on them.
“Now you listen to me, mister-“
“Wait a sec, Willow. Did you a week? It’s been a whole week?” Xander’s voice trailed. God, how long was I dead?
“Uh, duh! What, they don’t make calendars wherever the heck you’ve been hiding?”
“He’s been…out of it, Red. Give the lad a break, yeah?” Spike called from were he stood in the bedroom doorway in all his naked glory.
Willow jumped and then turned to find who was challenging her, only to turn back away quickly. Her face turned three or four shades darker than her crimson hair.
“Spike – what are you doing here? And, uh, why are you naked? Xander, why is Spike naked in your apartment – in your bedroom?” Willow peeked another glance towards Spike, the blood rushing to her face again.
“The boy’s wearing my digs, isn’t he? Don’t have much of a choice now do I?” A smug grin tightened over the blonde vampire’s lips. Xander could practically hear him laughing inside his head.
Xander looked down to find that yes, in fact he was wearing Spike’s black jeans. Which would explain the tightness. He felt the embarrassment well up inside him and momentarily wondered if vampires even could blush. Instead of wigging out, he just shrugged.
“Woops. Good news, Willow – I found Spike!” Xander chimed.
“Uh, well, um, yeah, I see that. I mean, no, no I didn’t see anything. Just that I saw – I mean, I know!” Willow went into babble mode while Spike made naughty gestures behind her making Xander remember what they’d been doing almost constantly since the night they got back. Xander felt his cock twitch and prayed to whatever gods would listen that he wouldn’t go full-mast. Not in these jeans.
“Uh, Wills, I’m going to go change and play whack-the-blond for a few minutes. Then you can yell at me some more, okay?” Xander made to go, but Willow stopped him.
“No, it’s okay. I’m done yelling. Was just worried about you, Xander. But now I see you’re – uh, okay. I’m gonna go now and let you guys, um, yeah I’m just going to go.” Willow made her way towards the door, looking everywhere but towards Xander’s face or the bedroom doorway.
“It’s fine, Willow. You don’t have to go. Just let me change, okay?” Xander could feel the hunger burning inside him now.
“No, no, it’s fine Xander. I have to go find Tara anyway. I’ll see you later tonight, though?” Willow asked, finally meeting Xander’s gaze again, much to Xander’s relief.
“Later, huh?” Xander asked, puzzled face sliding into place.
“At the Magic Box? Scooby meeting, demons, nerds, Invisi-Buffy? Ring a bell?”
“Oh! Oh, right right. Yeah, I’ll be there. Eight o’clock, right?”
“Yeppers, eight on the dot. Buffy said it’s really important, so Spike should probably come too.”
“Ta, ducks,” Spike muttered, crossing the living room and throwing himself gracefully down on the sofa.
“Uh, okay Wills. We’ll be there.” Xander ushered her towards the door and opened it for her. Instinctively he started breathing, just to make sure she wouldn’t think anything was up.
She surprised him by pouncing on him and wrapping her arms tight around him. He returned the embrace, careful not to hug her too hard.
“I hope your happy, Xander,” she whispered to him.
“I really am, Wills,” he whispered back, smiling like a fool as they broke the hug.
“Good. Okay, see you later?” She asked, crossing the threshold.
“Yup, eight o’clock. I’ll even bring doughnutty goodness!” He said with a smile, laughter in his voice.
He watched as she walked down the hall and got into the elevator. Walking back into the apartment, he found Spike standing at the open refrigerator, leaning on the door and scratching himself.
Rolling his eyes but smiling nonetheless, he decided that it was time to exact some revenge on his vampire companion for the naughty things he was doing behind Willow’s back.
“Hey, Spike?” He called behind him as he slumped into a chair at the dining room table. A very audible ’riiiiiiiip’ filled the apartment and Xander could feel a draft flowing through the pants.
“Oi, mate! Just got those!” Spike shouted, turning from the refrigerator and stalking over to Xander.
“Oh, no!” Xander feigned surprise, getting up from the table and turning his back on Spike knowing full well his back side was hanging out of the torn seat, free and clear.
“Guess you’re just going to have to wear a pair of my old pants tonight, baby,” he said in a sing-song voice.
Moments later he was screaming like a girl as a blonde vampire chased him towards the bedroom, grabbing and ripping the ruined pants the rest of the way off. Whoever said revenge was best served cold had obviously not been wronged by a gorgeous sexy blonde vampire with the libido of a rabbit who’s gone without for six months.
Two hours later and the sun had finally sunk beneath the horizon. Xander thanked whomever resided in the heavens that the blinds had been shut and the curtains drawn when Willow had dropped by. He really didn’t think he’d like being a pile of ash very much.
He came out of the bathroom feeling crisp and clean, felt all the muscles in his body flex in anticipation of the hunt. Spike still lay in bed, dazed and attacked by a horrendous case of bed-head.
Xander crawled onto the bed and snaked his way towards the blonde. Before he could get there though, he found himself flipped over and severely horny and very much awake Spike straddling his hips.
“Not through with you yet, boy. I believe you still owe me an apology for ruining my britches,” Spike said, nipping at the ghost-scar.
“Nope. I was a very bad boy and deserved to be punished,” Xander barked between gasps as Spike gyrated his erection against Xander’s hard-yet-again cock.
“True that, love.” Spike quipped, and hopped up, strutting away into the bathroom. A minute later, Xander heard the shower running and groaned loudly.
“Soooo not the punishment I had in mind,” he mentally forehead smacked himself.
It was a quarter till eight when they found themselves walking hand in hand down the main drag of downtown Sunnydale, a box with only twenty Krispy Kreme doughnuts held in Xander’s right hand.
“Oi, can’t believe I had to fall in love with someone who volunteers to bring snacks to a meeting at which his human friends will talk about killing demons, which we are.” Spike rolled his eyes.
“Well you did, so deal with it, Sir Clorox.” Xander combated, licking what was left of the sweet delicious glaze off his lips.
“Bugger off, you.”
“Already did, thanks,” Xander piped.
“Hush up, you, or there’ll be no spankings tonight,” Spike replied with a devilish glint in his eyes.
“Hushing up, now,” he complied.
They stopped a few yards short of the Magic Box and made sure there were no remnants of tonight’s meal anywhere to be seen. They’d been very careful to not spill – the last thing they wanted was to have an angry slayer on their hands.
“Remember, love, stick to the shadows and try not to get too close to anyone. And remember to breathe when you do get close. S’one thing about that group of yours – they’re not the bloody sharpest stakes in the chest.”
“Hey! I resemble that remark!” Xander pouted.
“Not you, pet. You’re bloody brilliant – you’re with me, aren’t you?” Spike leaned in close, his tongue darting out to lick off the last trace of sugary glaze from Xander’s lips.
“Hummina hummina, what was the question? Oh, yeah. C’mon, Spike, let’s get this over with.” Xander sighed resolutely. He so did not want to do anything but Spike right now.
“It’ll be alright, love. I’ll protect you,” Spike said.
“I know, I know. It’s just that these are my friends, you know? I know they’ll be okay with the gay thing. It’s the sleeping with a vampire thing I think they’ll be a little wiggy about. And I know the being a vampire thing is so not going to go over well.” Xander worried his bottom lip, and Spike reached over and kissed him, suckling it gently.
“Hush now, pet. Don’t have to tell them anything; not yet. Just relax, yeah? ‘Sides, you happen to be running with a master vampire. S’not like they can do anything, is it?”
“Love you, Spike,” Xander whispered, leaning into Spike’s strong embrace.
“Love you too, Xan.” Spike sang into Xander’s ear.
Xander gathered all of his strength and plastered on a fake smile, thank Gods the Scoobies never knew the difference, and opened the door.
When the bell above the door sang out, Xander was surprised to find everyone inside at the table and staring at him and then at Spike as he came in behind him.
“Something you wanna tell us, Xander?” A rather pissed off slayer asked, one hand on her hip and the other holding a rather large pointy splinter.
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More, soon?
~Nebula
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Hee - who doesn't like nekkid and half-nekkid vampires runnin around squealing and and slippery as greased pigs? *snerk*
More next week! *g*
Thanks, hun!!!
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“Already did, thanks,” Xander piped.
“Hush up, you, or there’ll be no spankings tonight,” Spike replied with a devilish glint in his eyes.
“Hushing up, now,” he complied.
*snerk*
Poor Willow - scarred for life!
Heh.
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Now, if Buffy would just put down that stake...
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Heh. Probably the same way *I* am imagining it. *snerk* Yumm....
Guess we'll find out what happens next week! *g*
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