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Title: Born in the Right Century
Pairing: Now that would be telling wouldn't it? ~giggle~ Spike/Xander predominant with slight Aus/X, Dru/X, Darla/X, Willow/X(UST) and other relationships yet to be decided.
Rating: PG-13
Author's Notes: Okay, from the end of this chapter onward I'm just gonna start calling Spike Spike, because it was confusing both Xan and me. We are people of simple minds. And by the way... I've realized I'm better off sticking to a Josh Whedon style of sex.
Xander stared as he stood in the doorway of the temple. “A fella could get used to this.” William murmurs as he licks his lips and Xander is transfixed by the sight. Two years has been too long a time to be separated from his Will, to his demon and to his soul. Now though as he watches the blond consider the small, so small, body of the slayer Xander realizes there is very little chance of him being able to leave. Every fiber of his being protested at the thought and the Slayer’s blood, just the *smell* dammit, was already making him halfhard.
“She said,” and here Xander cleared his throat and tried to get this sentence out. Needing to force himself away from this coupling, trying to hold onto his rational thought processes even as William’s wide blue eyes looked up in surprise at him. “She said to tell her mother she was sorry.”
“Alexander.” William whispered, soft and then, oh so wicked the demon coming alive in his face. “*My* Alexander.” Xander shivered and walked towards the other vampires, his face covered in blood, his hair long and held in a small tail, and his eyes glinting with lust.
“Naughty, wicked Will. You made a mess.” William grins and Xander can see that even if he does not call himself it, this man is Spike now. A demon still holding the shards of his soul deep inside. The Big Bad. Will grabs him under his arms and spins him in a hug, an action that makes Xander laugh in childish delight, hey he never said he was completely sane now did he? He’s allowed to enjoy this dammit, the soul could guilt-ify him later.
“You ever hear them saying that the blood of the Slayer is a powerful aphrodisiac?” William asks as he presses Xander into the wall, “Here luv, have a taste.” Lifting the blood covered finger to his beloved’s face he presses it into the brunet’s mouth. Alexander suckles at it seductively, moaning slightly and holding a wicked glint in his eye. Then they are kissing, hot, fervent, wet kisses with tongue and teeth. William presses his tongue inside Alexander’s mouth playing with the other man and using every trick he had ever learned to get a moan.
Once he’s got it Will pulls off with a grin. “You’re hurt.” Xander realizes in his dazed, pleasure filled mind. “Let me kiss it better.” Then Xander is licking at the small cut on William’s eyebrow, lapping at the blood over his face and pulling at his clothes as they both sink to the ground.
Afterwards Alexander and William pull on their clothes, and William noticed Alexander’s odd behavior. He is silent and unsmiling now, like he never was as a human nor as a demon. “Pet?” And Will’s got Alexander’s chin in his hand and pulling the other man’s eyes to meet his. “Bloody hell.” He exclaims in realization. “You’ve got a soul!”
Xander pulls away roughly turning his back to William and roughly tugging on the rest of his clothes. “I’m sorry Will.” Finding himself spun around and against the wall Xander winces slightly, he really had wanted to avoid confrontation even if he knew it was not possible.
“None of that. You didn’t get the soul willingly. Gypsies wasn’t it? Don’t you worry Alexander, I’ll take care of you.”
“William…” Xander starts but is cut off.
“And if the family don’t like it they can bugger off. I’ll take care of you, don’t have to worry about a thing.”
“William! Listen to me!” And Xander has pushed the other man off, given himself space to move. “I *can’t* stay with you! Now that I’ve got a soul I’ve got… *stuff* that I have to do! Stuff that cannot be accomplished if I allow myself to have the one thing I want. I am… I am on the opposite side Spike.” William is bubbling over now, angry at Xander for giving him hope, angry that he will run off now.
“Let me guess, you showed up to save the Slayer? You’re that Unus Quisnam fella? You only going to show up if I attack a slayer?” Xander has frozen. “Then I’ll hunt down every Slayer that pops up. I’ll be expecting you.” And William has definitely gained his grandsire’s ability for dramatic exits, leaving a shaken souled vampire behind.
And the years passed. Darla left after hearing of Alexander’s soul, blaming Angelus and herself. She went back to her sire the Master and began to plot his return to the world. Angelus, Drusilla and William stayed together except for William’s hunts for Slayer’s to kill. They tracked down and murdered every slayer they could get their hands on but Alexander appeared only when William killed. Drusilla wanted her friend back and cried over the bodies of the dead girls, until both she and Angelus halted their slayer spree while William continued on. By 1996 William had taken up the nickname Spike, from an accidental slip of Alexanders, and had successfully killed 9 slayers. Xander never made it in time to stop him. That year Whistler appeared to Xander and told him he had a mission to fulfill.
“You seriously screwed up the Big Boy’s plans with that wish of yours kid.” Whistler told Xander as the demon ate a hot dog. “And you’re gonna help clean it up.”
Xander laughed, dressed far better then the demon was and eating far more then Angel had been eating at that stage. He was keeping himself in shape for the big fight, the one he knew was coming. “So you’re basically saying I should go to the Hellmouth, follow the Buffster around, stop the Harvest and *not* sleep with her, and generally do what I was planning to do?” Whistler halted his eating for a second before continuing.
“That’s it exactly.”
Pairing: Now that would be telling wouldn't it? ~giggle~ Spike/Xander predominant with slight Aus/X, Dru/X, Darla/X, Willow/X(UST) and other relationships yet to be decided.
Rating: PG-13
Author's Notes: Okay, from the end of this chapter onward I'm just gonna start calling Spike Spike, because it was confusing both Xan and me. We are people of simple minds. And by the way... I've realized I'm better off sticking to a Josh Whedon style of sex.
Xander stared as he stood in the doorway of the temple. “A fella could get used to this.” William murmurs as he licks his lips and Xander is transfixed by the sight. Two years has been too long a time to be separated from his Will, to his demon and to his soul. Now though as he watches the blond consider the small, so small, body of the slayer Xander realizes there is very little chance of him being able to leave. Every fiber of his being protested at the thought and the Slayer’s blood, just the *smell* dammit, was already making him halfhard.
“She said,” and here Xander cleared his throat and tried to get this sentence out. Needing to force himself away from this coupling, trying to hold onto his rational thought processes even as William’s wide blue eyes looked up in surprise at him. “She said to tell her mother she was sorry.”
“Alexander.” William whispered, soft and then, oh so wicked the demon coming alive in his face. “*My* Alexander.” Xander shivered and walked towards the other vampires, his face covered in blood, his hair long and held in a small tail, and his eyes glinting with lust.
“Naughty, wicked Will. You made a mess.” William grins and Xander can see that even if he does not call himself it, this man is Spike now. A demon still holding the shards of his soul deep inside. The Big Bad. Will grabs him under his arms and spins him in a hug, an action that makes Xander laugh in childish delight, hey he never said he was completely sane now did he? He’s allowed to enjoy this dammit, the soul could guilt-ify him later.
“You ever hear them saying that the blood of the Slayer is a powerful aphrodisiac?” William asks as he presses Xander into the wall, “Here luv, have a taste.” Lifting the blood covered finger to his beloved’s face he presses it into the brunet’s mouth. Alexander suckles at it seductively, moaning slightly and holding a wicked glint in his eye. Then they are kissing, hot, fervent, wet kisses with tongue and teeth. William presses his tongue inside Alexander’s mouth playing with the other man and using every trick he had ever learned to get a moan.
Once he’s got it Will pulls off with a grin. “You’re hurt.” Xander realizes in his dazed, pleasure filled mind. “Let me kiss it better.” Then Xander is licking at the small cut on William’s eyebrow, lapping at the blood over his face and pulling at his clothes as they both sink to the ground.
Afterwards Alexander and William pull on their clothes, and William noticed Alexander’s odd behavior. He is silent and unsmiling now, like he never was as a human nor as a demon. “Pet?” And Will’s got Alexander’s chin in his hand and pulling the other man’s eyes to meet his. “Bloody hell.” He exclaims in realization. “You’ve got a soul!”
Xander pulls away roughly turning his back to William and roughly tugging on the rest of his clothes. “I’m sorry Will.” Finding himself spun around and against the wall Xander winces slightly, he really had wanted to avoid confrontation even if he knew it was not possible.
“None of that. You didn’t get the soul willingly. Gypsies wasn’t it? Don’t you worry Alexander, I’ll take care of you.”
“William…” Xander starts but is cut off.
“And if the family don’t like it they can bugger off. I’ll take care of you, don’t have to worry about a thing.”
“William! Listen to me!” And Xander has pushed the other man off, given himself space to move. “I *can’t* stay with you! Now that I’ve got a soul I’ve got… *stuff* that I have to do! Stuff that cannot be accomplished if I allow myself to have the one thing I want. I am… I am on the opposite side Spike.” William is bubbling over now, angry at Xander for giving him hope, angry that he will run off now.
“Let me guess, you showed up to save the Slayer? You’re that Unus Quisnam fella? You only going to show up if I attack a slayer?” Xander has frozen. “Then I’ll hunt down every Slayer that pops up. I’ll be expecting you.” And William has definitely gained his grandsire’s ability for dramatic exits, leaving a shaken souled vampire behind.
And the years passed. Darla left after hearing of Alexander’s soul, blaming Angelus and herself. She went back to her sire the Master and began to plot his return to the world. Angelus, Drusilla and William stayed together except for William’s hunts for Slayer’s to kill. They tracked down and murdered every slayer they could get their hands on but Alexander appeared only when William killed. Drusilla wanted her friend back and cried over the bodies of the dead girls, until both she and Angelus halted their slayer spree while William continued on. By 1996 William had taken up the nickname Spike, from an accidental slip of Alexanders, and had successfully killed 9 slayers. Xander never made it in time to stop him. That year Whistler appeared to Xander and told him he had a mission to fulfill.
“You seriously screwed up the Big Boy’s plans with that wish of yours kid.” Whistler told Xander as the demon ate a hot dog. “And you’re gonna help clean it up.”
Xander laughed, dressed far better then the demon was and eating far more then Angel had been eating at that stage. He was keeping himself in shape for the big fight, the one he knew was coming. “So you’re basically saying I should go to the Hellmouth, follow the Buffster around, stop the Harvest and *not* sleep with her, and generally do what I was planning to do?” Whistler halted his eating for a second before continuing.
“That’s it exactly.”