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Finally jumped a couple hurdles and was able to get this chapter done, afterall! Mucho feedback if you please:)
Title: In Sunlight or Shadow (12/?)
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chocgood84
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Rating: NC-17 overall
Notes: Vamp!Xander series; the usual applies: blood play, smut, schmoop and man-luvin. Previous parts: here. Thanks toauthoressnebula for the quick beta. *snogs her*
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.
A couple weeks passed, and much to Buffy’s oath, she barely let the two vampires out of her sights. And if she had figured out Xander’s new-found deadness, she didn’t let on that she knew. But then again, she’d seemed pretty preoccupied. Xander and Spike both felt what she felt; something was coming.
Xander had discovered that his conscience would allow him to drink human blood, but only from an evil person, and only if he left the person alive – even if they’d be dead within an hour. Somehow the demon inside him didn’t challenge this.
So that’s what they did. Xander did it because the thought of killing an innocent person was more than he could stand. And this too, the demon allowed. Spike followed suit, though admittedly just to please Xander. It was sustenance, and it was justice – that’s how Xander saw it. His days of playing a white-hat weren’t over, but now he played for keeps.
Every night they managed to distract or slip away from Buffy for just long enough to enjoy the meal, have a quickie, and get back to her before she realized they’d gone missing. Xander explained away the fact that he only came out at night by attributing his vampire hours to his vampire lover. The logic, it seemed, made sense to slayer and the other scoobies.
Spike slammed the door behind them as they made their way into the apartment. Xander was undressed and spread eagle on the kitchen counter in under four seconds – a new personal best. Spike came in second place only moments later, and soon they’d established a rocking rhythm that threatened to smash the cabinets beneath them to pieces.
“Fuuuuuuuucccccck, Spiiiiiiiiiike!” Xander screamed as he felt Spike cum inside him, fill him up. His own orgasm rocked through him as Spike’s fangs viciously tore into his neck – a feeling that Xander never wanted to get used to.
Spike sucked slowly, enjoying the warmth that swam through the borrowed blood. Tonight, Xander’s dinner had consisted of a wanted drug trafficker. The fed’s wouldn’t be locking him up anytime this lifetime.
Spike tenderly slipped out of his boy, fangs and cock alike, licking the rapidly healing wound in his neck like a dog to water. He gently picked up the breathless body beneath him and carried him to living room, depositing his pale lover on the couch.
Xander grinned as Spike lay down on him, and brought his arms up around to hold his blonde alabaster Adonis.
“You. Are. The. Hottest. Vampire. In. Town,” he punctuated his words with tender kisses on Spike’s lips, cheek, and neck. The older vampire only smiled and purred happily, giving in completely to the loving kisses.
“Mm…make that second hottest, love. Love that face you make when I’m inside you – when I fill up that pretty little arse of yours.” Spike sing-songed against the cool flesh of Xander’s cheek.
“I think it’s time for round two, Sp-” Xander was interrupted by a loud and repetitive rapping on the door.
“Go away!” Spike growled. Xander thumped him.
“Who is it?” He called, pushing Spike up off of him and searching for his clothes. Preferably his own this time.
“It’s us, Xander – Willow and Tara. It’s kind of important!” She quipped from the hallway.
Xander found his jeans, double checked to make sure they were his and pried them on.
Checking to make sure Spike at least has a blanket over himself, Xander opened the door and stood back to let the two women come in.
“What’s up, Wills?” Xander asked the nervous-looking redhead.
“Giles! I mean, he’s back, and he’s got some news. Buffy called and said we need to get to the magic shop fast. It’s something – something big.” Willow’s words were spoken fast, and full of worry.
“Where’s Spike?” Tara asked, chewing her bottom lip slightly.
Spike raised two fingers from where he lay under a blanket on the couch, obviously uninterested in the impending doom de jour.
“Oh, uh, Giles asked if you could come too?” Tara’s words were clipped short. Finally, Xander understood – the room was full with the intoxicating scent of fear. Tara was scared. And it put Xander a little on edge – what was she so scared of?
“Yeah, I’ll escort my boy, Glinda,” Spike said, rolling his eyes. “No fear, right?”
Tara seemed a little off somehow, and Xander noticed that her hands were shaking.
“Tara, are you okay?” He asked. She jumped a little at that.
“What, yeah. J-just a little worried about what G-giles is going to say.” Her eyes met Xander’s and Xander saw something there. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but something was wrong with her.
“Oh, baby, don’t worry!” Willow said, going to her and hugging her tight. “We’ll take care of whatever it is.”
“You feel it too, don’t you, Tara?” Xander said quietly. “Feel it coming?”
A frightened tear streaked down her cheek, and she nodded against Willow’s shoulder. Willow pulled back, a concern dressing her face.
“Feel what?” She asked, her voice small and weak.
“Something b-bad, Willow,” Tara whispered. “Really bad.”
“I don’t feel anything. But you do, Xander?” Willow turned to face Xander, puzzled.
“Uh, no. But Spike does, don’t you love?” The room was suddenly very small, and Xander felt like he was going to suffocate – a feeling he shouldn’t be having.
“Something big, Red,” Spike said, getting up from the couch, letting the blanket fall to the floor and coming to put a hand on Tara’s shoulder. She didn’t even flinch, at the hand or the nudity.
“Don’t worry, Glinda, nothing’s gonna happen to you. Me and my boy, here, we’ll protect you, yeah?” Spike soothed. Tara only nodded, but the smell of fear dissipated slightly. She still held Xander’s gaze. Willow was looking back and forth between Spike, Xander, and Tara, feeling like she had missed something important.
“You ladies wait here, grab a soda or something, and we’ll get dressed,” Xander said, finally lowering his gaze from Tara’s knowing eyes. He grabbed Spike’s hand and pulled him back to the bedroom.
Xander quickly pulled Spike into a heavy hug, kissing his cheek softly. Spike accepted it hesitantly.
“What was that for, love?” Spike asked with a puzzled look when they finally parted.
“Because I love you,” Xander said, grinning. “And because of what you said to Tara. I know you don’t like-”
“I meant it, Xander,” Spike said as he walked to the closet. “That girl’s a special one. Won’t let anything bad happen to her.”
Xander crossed to where Spike was pulling on a pair of dark blue jeans. He hugged the older vampire again, nuzzling his neck.
“Love you, Spike.” Xander said, the emotion overwhelming him for a moment.
“Love you too, Xander.” Spike pushed Xander back and laid a kiss on his forehead, tender and loving. “Now come on, get dressed so we can go. Sooner we get there, sooner we get back and I make you do that pretty thing with your back.”
Xander smirked at the blonde, having the sudden urge to rip the jeans back off.
“Tara knows,” he whispered as he shimmied out of his jeans and pulled out a pair of olive pinstripe khakis, pulling them on. He found a dark forest green button-up and wore it under a dark chocolate sweater.
“I know she does, pet,” Spike replied, his voice soft, low.
“Do you think…?” Xander asked as he laced up his suede Oxfords.
“No. She won’t say anything, Xander,” Spike said as he donned a gorgeous cobalt blue v-neck sweater that only made his eyes that much brighter.
“What if she does?” Xander asked, nervously chewing on his lip.
“She won’t,” Spike quipped.
“What if-”
“Relax, pet,” Spike chided, crossing to Xander and putting his arms around him. “Don’t worry, Xander. Our secret’s safe for now.”
“For now?” Xander asked worriedly.
“Well yeah – they’ll find out eventually, Xan. Can’t keep something like this a secret forever, love.”
“I guess. Just afraid of what’s going to happen when they find out.”
“Don’t be,” Spike said softly, running his fingers through Xander’s honey-smooth hair, kissing his forehead once more. Xander only sighed into the touch.
“Well, let’s do this,” he said after a few minutes.
Spike nodded and guided his boy out to the living room, where the witches were leaning against the couch, Tara wrapped in Willow’s arms and whispering in her ear. The blonde seemed to be feeling a little better.
“Ready, ladies?” Xander asked, grabbing his suede jacket off the hook by the door. He tossed Spike his duster.
“Yeppers, let’s roll.” Willow pepped, grinning. Taking Tara’s hand, she led her out the door that Xander held open.
Sunnydale seemed deserted this evening, even at so early an hour. The weather probably had something to do with it; a dense fog had rolled in and if it weren’t for Spike and Xander’s extrasensory vision, they might have gotten lost.
“Geeze, this is creepy,” Willow said, tightening her grip on Tara’s hand.
“Definitely wig-inducing,” Xander muttered. He felt Spike’s arm around his shoulder squeeze a little harder.
“Don’t worry, almost there,” Spike said easily.
“Something’s wrong,” Tara stopped walking and stood still. Her already pale skin drained completely of color.
“What is it, Ta-” Willow asked.
“Shhh, Red. Quiet, now,” Spike advised.
“What is it?” Xander whispered. But before anyone could answer, he felt it too. Something black moved ahead in the distance. Something scurrying in the silent gray mass of fog. Something not right. Xander felt the hairs raise on the back of his neck and arms. Felt his demon surging inside him, wanting out and wanting to fight.
As quick as it was there, the blackness was gone, and again the night returned to stillness. The fog seemed to thicken even more in front of them, and no one in their company dared to move or breath or speak.
The sudden stillness seemed too eerie, too violent. Something was wrong up ahead, and even vampire eyesight couldn’t pierce through the gray curtains of this unnatural air.
Suddenly the mysterious night was wracked with an explosion, the gray turning violent reds and oranges. All four of them were knocked off their feet, and Xander could feel the intense heat of the blast.
Spike pulled Xander to him and covered him like a shield as debris started raining from the sky. The night was suddenly alive with movement, as brick and ash, papers and chunks of wood and glass fell down on them like cast offs of a hurricane. Other things fell too: trinkets and gems, crystals and silk, leather bindings that no longer held pages.
After a moment, the shower of destruction seemed to be over, and Spike yanked Xander to his feet. Xander turned to find Willow and Tara standing beside them, unhurt save for a few small cuts on their hands from the flying shards of glass.
Xander was about speak when one more object fell between them, catapulting them all from their shock: a little brass bell that clanged familiarly as it smashed against the asphalt.
“The Magic Box!” Willow whispered.
Needing not another moment to think, they all ran towards the shop, dodging and swerving around larger chunks of brick and stucco.
When they found the magic shop, they all halted, gasping. Only a few pieces of the front of the building still remained. The door lay across the street, and through the blown-out window, smoke swirled like a cobras pit and small flames lit up the inside of the building.
What was left of the building...
Title: In Sunlight or Shadow (12/?)
Author:
chocgood84Pairing: Spike/Xander
Rating: NC-17 overall
Notes: Vamp!Xander series; the usual applies: blood play, smut, schmoop and man-luvin. Previous parts: here. Thanks to
authoressnebula for the quick beta. *snogs her*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.
A couple weeks passed, and much to Buffy’s oath, she barely let the two vampires out of her sights. And if she had figured out Xander’s new-found deadness, she didn’t let on that she knew. But then again, she’d seemed pretty preoccupied. Xander and Spike both felt what she felt; something was coming.
Xander had discovered that his conscience would allow him to drink human blood, but only from an evil person, and only if he left the person alive – even if they’d be dead within an hour. Somehow the demon inside him didn’t challenge this.
So that’s what they did. Xander did it because the thought of killing an innocent person was more than he could stand. And this too, the demon allowed. Spike followed suit, though admittedly just to please Xander. It was sustenance, and it was justice – that’s how Xander saw it. His days of playing a white-hat weren’t over, but now he played for keeps.
Every night they managed to distract or slip away from Buffy for just long enough to enjoy the meal, have a quickie, and get back to her before she realized they’d gone missing. Xander explained away the fact that he only came out at night by attributing his vampire hours to his vampire lover. The logic, it seemed, made sense to slayer and the other scoobies.
Spike slammed the door behind them as they made their way into the apartment. Xander was undressed and spread eagle on the kitchen counter in under four seconds – a new personal best. Spike came in second place only moments later, and soon they’d established a rocking rhythm that threatened to smash the cabinets beneath them to pieces.
“Fuuuuuuuucccccck, Spiiiiiiiiiike!” Xander screamed as he felt Spike cum inside him, fill him up. His own orgasm rocked through him as Spike’s fangs viciously tore into his neck – a feeling that Xander never wanted to get used to.
Spike sucked slowly, enjoying the warmth that swam through the borrowed blood. Tonight, Xander’s dinner had consisted of a wanted drug trafficker. The fed’s wouldn’t be locking him up anytime this lifetime.
Spike tenderly slipped out of his boy, fangs and cock alike, licking the rapidly healing wound in his neck like a dog to water. He gently picked up the breathless body beneath him and carried him to living room, depositing his pale lover on the couch.
Xander grinned as Spike lay down on him, and brought his arms up around to hold his blonde alabaster Adonis.
“You. Are. The. Hottest. Vampire. In. Town,” he punctuated his words with tender kisses on Spike’s lips, cheek, and neck. The older vampire only smiled and purred happily, giving in completely to the loving kisses.
“Mm…make that second hottest, love. Love that face you make when I’m inside you – when I fill up that pretty little arse of yours.” Spike sing-songed against the cool flesh of Xander’s cheek.
“I think it’s time for round two, Sp-” Xander was interrupted by a loud and repetitive rapping on the door.
“Go away!” Spike growled. Xander thumped him.
“Who is it?” He called, pushing Spike up off of him and searching for his clothes. Preferably his own this time.
“It’s us, Xander – Willow and Tara. It’s kind of important!” She quipped from the hallway.
Xander found his jeans, double checked to make sure they were his and pried them on.
Checking to make sure Spike at least has a blanket over himself, Xander opened the door and stood back to let the two women come in.
“What’s up, Wills?” Xander asked the nervous-looking redhead.
“Giles! I mean, he’s back, and he’s got some news. Buffy called and said we need to get to the magic shop fast. It’s something – something big.” Willow’s words were spoken fast, and full of worry.
“Where’s Spike?” Tara asked, chewing her bottom lip slightly.
Spike raised two fingers from where he lay under a blanket on the couch, obviously uninterested in the impending doom de jour.
“Oh, uh, Giles asked if you could come too?” Tara’s words were clipped short. Finally, Xander understood – the room was full with the intoxicating scent of fear. Tara was scared. And it put Xander a little on edge – what was she so scared of?
“Yeah, I’ll escort my boy, Glinda,” Spike said, rolling his eyes. “No fear, right?”
Tara seemed a little off somehow, and Xander noticed that her hands were shaking.
“Tara, are you okay?” He asked. She jumped a little at that.
“What, yeah. J-just a little worried about what G-giles is going to say.” Her eyes met Xander’s and Xander saw something there. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but something was wrong with her.
“Oh, baby, don’t worry!” Willow said, going to her and hugging her tight. “We’ll take care of whatever it is.”
“You feel it too, don’t you, Tara?” Xander said quietly. “Feel it coming?”
A frightened tear streaked down her cheek, and she nodded against Willow’s shoulder. Willow pulled back, a concern dressing her face.
“Feel what?” She asked, her voice small and weak.
“Something b-bad, Willow,” Tara whispered. “Really bad.”
“I don’t feel anything. But you do, Xander?” Willow turned to face Xander, puzzled.
“Uh, no. But Spike does, don’t you love?” The room was suddenly very small, and Xander felt like he was going to suffocate – a feeling he shouldn’t be having.
“Something big, Red,” Spike said, getting up from the couch, letting the blanket fall to the floor and coming to put a hand on Tara’s shoulder. She didn’t even flinch, at the hand or the nudity.
“Don’t worry, Glinda, nothing’s gonna happen to you. Me and my boy, here, we’ll protect you, yeah?” Spike soothed. Tara only nodded, but the smell of fear dissipated slightly. She still held Xander’s gaze. Willow was looking back and forth between Spike, Xander, and Tara, feeling like she had missed something important.
“You ladies wait here, grab a soda or something, and we’ll get dressed,” Xander said, finally lowering his gaze from Tara’s knowing eyes. He grabbed Spike’s hand and pulled him back to the bedroom.
Xander quickly pulled Spike into a heavy hug, kissing his cheek softly. Spike accepted it hesitantly.
“What was that for, love?” Spike asked with a puzzled look when they finally parted.
“Because I love you,” Xander said, grinning. “And because of what you said to Tara. I know you don’t like-”
“I meant it, Xander,” Spike said as he walked to the closet. “That girl’s a special one. Won’t let anything bad happen to her.”
Xander crossed to where Spike was pulling on a pair of dark blue jeans. He hugged the older vampire again, nuzzling his neck.
“Love you, Spike.” Xander said, the emotion overwhelming him for a moment.
“Love you too, Xander.” Spike pushed Xander back and laid a kiss on his forehead, tender and loving. “Now come on, get dressed so we can go. Sooner we get there, sooner we get back and I make you do that pretty thing with your back.”
Xander smirked at the blonde, having the sudden urge to rip the jeans back off.
“Tara knows,” he whispered as he shimmied out of his jeans and pulled out a pair of olive pinstripe khakis, pulling them on. He found a dark forest green button-up and wore it under a dark chocolate sweater.
“I know she does, pet,” Spike replied, his voice soft, low.
“Do you think…?” Xander asked as he laced up his suede Oxfords.
“No. She won’t say anything, Xander,” Spike said as he donned a gorgeous cobalt blue v-neck sweater that only made his eyes that much brighter.
“What if she does?” Xander asked, nervously chewing on his lip.
“She won’t,” Spike quipped.
“What if-”
“Relax, pet,” Spike chided, crossing to Xander and putting his arms around him. “Don’t worry, Xander. Our secret’s safe for now.”
“For now?” Xander asked worriedly.
“Well yeah – they’ll find out eventually, Xan. Can’t keep something like this a secret forever, love.”
“I guess. Just afraid of what’s going to happen when they find out.”
“Don’t be,” Spike said softly, running his fingers through Xander’s honey-smooth hair, kissing his forehead once more. Xander only sighed into the touch.
“Well, let’s do this,” he said after a few minutes.
Spike nodded and guided his boy out to the living room, where the witches were leaning against the couch, Tara wrapped in Willow’s arms and whispering in her ear. The blonde seemed to be feeling a little better.
“Ready, ladies?” Xander asked, grabbing his suede jacket off the hook by the door. He tossed Spike his duster.
“Yeppers, let’s roll.” Willow pepped, grinning. Taking Tara’s hand, she led her out the door that Xander held open.
Sunnydale seemed deserted this evening, even at so early an hour. The weather probably had something to do with it; a dense fog had rolled in and if it weren’t for Spike and Xander’s extrasensory vision, they might have gotten lost.
“Geeze, this is creepy,” Willow said, tightening her grip on Tara’s hand.
“Definitely wig-inducing,” Xander muttered. He felt Spike’s arm around his shoulder squeeze a little harder.
“Don’t worry, almost there,” Spike said easily.
“Something’s wrong,” Tara stopped walking and stood still. Her already pale skin drained completely of color.
“What is it, Ta-” Willow asked.
“Shhh, Red. Quiet, now,” Spike advised.
“What is it?” Xander whispered. But before anyone could answer, he felt it too. Something black moved ahead in the distance. Something scurrying in the silent gray mass of fog. Something not right. Xander felt the hairs raise on the back of his neck and arms. Felt his demon surging inside him, wanting out and wanting to fight.
As quick as it was there, the blackness was gone, and again the night returned to stillness. The fog seemed to thicken even more in front of them, and no one in their company dared to move or breath or speak.
The sudden stillness seemed too eerie, too violent. Something was wrong up ahead, and even vampire eyesight couldn’t pierce through the gray curtains of this unnatural air.
Suddenly the mysterious night was wracked with an explosion, the gray turning violent reds and oranges. All four of them were knocked off their feet, and Xander could feel the intense heat of the blast.
Spike pulled Xander to him and covered him like a shield as debris started raining from the sky. The night was suddenly alive with movement, as brick and ash, papers and chunks of wood and glass fell down on them like cast offs of a hurricane. Other things fell too: trinkets and gems, crystals and silk, leather bindings that no longer held pages.
After a moment, the shower of destruction seemed to be over, and Spike yanked Xander to his feet. Xander turned to find Willow and Tara standing beside them, unhurt save for a few small cuts on their hands from the flying shards of glass.
Xander was about speak when one more object fell between them, catapulting them all from their shock: a little brass bell that clanged familiarly as it smashed against the asphalt.
“The Magic Box!” Willow whispered.
Needing not another moment to think, they all ran towards the shop, dodging and swerving around larger chunks of brick and stucco.
When they found the magic shop, they all halted, gasping. Only a few pieces of the front of the building still remained. The door lay across the street, and through the blown-out window, smoke swirled like a cobras pit and small flames lit up the inside of the building.
What was left of the building...
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*whimpers* Who's creeping around in the fog? And did the others get blown up? *hears sci-fi creepy music start*
And it was a pleasure to beta hun. *snogs back*
~Nebula
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Thank you, love *smoooch*
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I love Tara. Really really love Tara. I think almost everyone else in the whole wide world does too. I'm sure there's one out there, but I have never read a fic where Tara is evil or mean or unlikeable. I like what you've done with her here.
Also, aaack. Suspense. What is going on? I really hope Xander will get to kick some major ass in the next part or so. Impress Buffy with his mad skillz!
Nice bit, babe
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I think you're definetely right about her being a universally loved character. I just can't picture her in anything other than a sweet godess role.
What is going on?
*zips lips and locks typing fingers*
Impress Buffy with his mad skillz!
Not that this is a spoiler or anything, but what makes you think Buffy will even be *around* next week? *muah*
Thank you, darling!
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Please more soon.
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S'alright, love!
More next friday:)
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I enjoyed reading the past, um, four chapters I think. This is good stuff. I'm waiting to see what happens on multiple fronts now -- quick, write some more.
And what's the deal with the spelling of come/cum? I don't think that was in this chapter, and I see it everywhere, by no means with only you. Is there any rule that says which way it's spelled? I prefer the former, the latter looks like shorthand and bad letters to the editor of porn magazines (which I've never read, never seen, and couldn't even begin to imagine the content of, mind you!) But I'd settle for consistancy in fandom in general. How do you decide which spelling to use, and when?
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Personally, I've always spelled it cum. And virtually everyone in gaydom spells it that way, always have. So that spelling is just natural to me. It's the silly breeders (j/k) that came up with come.
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Only another six days, sigh. And I've gotta find something to read until then too!
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I can't email today, since my email is broken, but do you have any interest in scarf design details? I think I've figured out how to do a candle and the matt pattern, in theory. Next I have to chart it out in excell to see if I can translate theory into stitches.
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Ooooh. Scarf sounds preeeety!