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This is probably the last chapter in Types. Previous parts found http://www.livejournal.com/tools/memories.bml?user=kat8cha&keyword=Types&filter=all
Title: Types
Author: Kitti-Chan
Pairing: Xander/Spike
A/N: I know a lot were voting for a threesome, but I don’t know if I have the heart to continue after this last chapter. I mean it depressed me and I’m the writer! It’s a bit of a sad chapter be warned. Well, sad after the smut….
Spoilers: “School Hard” Pretty AU at this point though….. Also spoilers for other Buffy seasons
Summary: Angel offers Xander to Spike, who’s interested but not fooled.
Feedback: Well…. I’ve been enjoying the FB so far. And one can never get enough ego stroking! ;-D
Email: Flamespout@hotmail.com
Website: www.livejournal.com/users/kat8cha
Warning: Not right now.
Disclaimer: I do not own anyone here! I make no cash! No suing! Suing of the Kitti-chan is bad! Majorly not of the good! I would love to own Xan, Spike, not so much Angel but would love a piece of Angelus. (Preferably about nine-inches)
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“Twenty-three.” Xander was close to tears now and hard as a rock. His ass felt like it was on fire but each new strike seemed to just make him harder. Spike finally let up though, stepping away from the mortal on his bed though it sorely tested his resolve to do so. Xanpet’s ass looked so delicious sticking up in the air like that and all that blood rushing to the surface? Was like a bloody beacon to the vampire. Xander collapsed onto the bed as soon as the constant paddling stopped; he didn’t let the tears flow though.
“Learned your lesson Xan?” Spike’s voice was quite, noting his pet’s resolve not to sink into crying; as any normal mortal would have done no doubt. Spike knew William was never able to hold up too long under the Headmaster’s paddle. The vampire’s fingers twitched with the urge to comfort his pet, to stroke over that warmed flesh and cool it down.
“Yes.” Xander whispered in an equally quiet voice. He had learned his lesson, disobeying Master led to humiliating punishment. Got it. Would try to do….. better? Inside of him two ideologies were waging war; his previous devotion to Buffy, Willow, and Giles and this new tie to Spike: a demonic overseer who promised pleasure and pain in equal portions.
Spike nodded, though Xander couldn’t see it. “Good.” And then a cool hand was on Xander’s backside causing him to jump. “Shh pet, wanna make this better.” There was lotion on the hand now rubbing over his overheated, oversensitive flesh. Xander moaned into his arms as he folded them to support his head. “That’s alright pet, lessons over. Everything’s better now.” Spike watched what he could see of the brunette’s face. There was a light flush there too, and the hard-on hadn’t gone away.
Xander was enjoying the feeling of the cool fingers when one of them took the chance to slip into his, still lubed from last nights activities, channel. He moaned long and low as the fingers found his prostate quickly, and neither of them could stand much preparation before Spike was once again penetrating him in the sweetest of ways. Spike whimpered as he slipped into the furnace his boy called an ass, and feeling the warm flesh against him as he thrust in and out almost completely undid him.
Angel awoke to the sounds of fucking in a room that was a cross between a young girl’s and an ax-murderer’s. Which probably rightly described Drusilla’s state of mind. Said insane vampiress was sitting on her bed hugging this decade’s ‘Miss Edith’ to her chest and giggling at her chained up sire. “My Angel’s been a bad boy.” She singsong-ed “Bad puppy!” Two drawn out moans of completion sounded and Angel winced. He was feeling really guilty about offering Xander to Spike on Parent-Teacher night now. Drusilla’s eyes seemed to briefly clear before she was giggling again. “I’m gonna tell you a secret Daddy. My Spikey found himself a kitten, and he and the kitten are gonna be together forever and ever!” She stood up, throwing her arms in the air and spinning in a circle. “My boy doesn’t need me anymore, I am going to be leaving him soon Daddy.” A sad smile graced Drusilla’s face and she crouched down in front of the cro-magnon foreheaded vampire. “But you’ll be here when I’m gone Daddy. You’ll take care of my Spike and the kitten won’t you? I know you will Daddy I trust you.” Then the brunet vampiress was gone leaving the confused souled vampire alone.
Angel tested the manacles on his wrists pulling at them. They were strong, he had known they would be. After all Drusilla liked to be tied up once in a while and hurt, and the game wouldn’t be the same if she could get free. “Games not right without the realism.” Spike said from where he stood in the doorway. Angel turned to look at his captor. The bleached blond was leaving against the doorframe, unashamedly naked (a/n-let’s face it, Spike got his name for a reason) and proud of it. He reeked of sex and Xander of blood and power. The blue-eyed youngest of the Aurelius line sauntered into the room sitting in the spot Drusilla had recently vacated. He leaned forward elbows placed on his knees and chin held in the palm of his hand, blue eyes pinning the elder vampire in place. The demon residing in a cage inside of him shook at his restraints yearning to escape and remind his grand-childe of his place. “My pet’s showering and as much as I’d like to be in their with him I had to come over here to talk.” A slow, lingering smirk and then Spike was lighting a cigarette while leaning back on Drusilla’s black fluffy feather comforter.
“What do you want Spike?” Angel growled out. All formality really, like reading a script, no real emotion of effort behind the words.
“What does anyone want? Youth, beauty, fame, but I’ve got all three of those bases covered don’t I?” Bigger smirk now and hungry eyes above the burning cherry of the cigarette. “No Angel, what I want is my family back. Never liked Darla but since my darling Dru has always been a few apples short of a fruit salad you took care of my education. You laid the groundwork for the vampire I am.” Smirk, and Spike was invading Angel’s personal space, pushing the older vampire against the wall and not allowing him to deny any of this. “Aren’t you proud?”
Angelus bellowed from inside of him and Angel’s game face flashed as he and the demon fought for dominance. The curse was a good one though; the Rom’s certainly knew their magiks. “Spike, I can’t say I’m ashamed the way you turned out but I am sorry you had to become this at all.” Spike backed off letting go of Angel’s chin and retreating to the bed again his true feeling lying behind a carefully constructed mask.
“Well Angel since you’ve been truthful I guess it’s my turn. The reason you’re around serves a dual purpose. One, you help me fix Dru and two I get my Sire back.” Angel gaped at him and Angelus cheered. Then Spike was sweeping out of the room, a feet that was quite impressive since he had no clothes on.
Xander was clean and wearing some of the clothes Spike had left out for him. Thoughtful of the vampire who Xander figured would rather have his pet walk around naked all the time. Sitting on Spike’s bed, who’s sheets had been changed in the time it took him to shower, presumably by minions. Spike did not exactly seem like a homemaker. Drying his hair the brunet missed Drusilla and Spike’s entrance and when he looked up found the crazy vampiress staring at him inches away from his face. “Eeep!” Xander squeaked as he scrambled back on the bed only to meet with Spike’s cool chest. The other vampire curled his arms around Xander’s chest and started purring, while running his hands through Xander’s hair to comfort him.
“Shh Xan, it’s alrigh’. Jus’ asked Dru to come in here a minute to show you something.” Xander cannot move his eyes from Drusilla’s swaying form as she dances without moving from the spot in front of Xander.
“W-what?” Xander stuttered out before stopping and trying again. Spike knew just how to touch him to get him to relax so it is slightly hard to focus on the situation. Despite the crazy dancing. “What did you want her to show me?” At this question the loony vamp stops her dancing and stares straight at him.
“Look into my eyes, be in my eyes. Be in me.” Drusilla says and her hypnotism pulls the boys mind in. Just then her Spikey leans down to whisper the truth in his pet’s ears.
“The future Xan, I’m gonna show you the future.”
Xander finds himself on a street in Sunnydale standing in front of his house. His parents house, the one Spike had chased him away from. Looking to his right and his left he enters into the basement, something telling him it is the right way to go. He sees himself, lying on the bed staring up at the ceiling. Walking down the creaking steps his future self looks up at him and then looks away.
“Oh.” A voice much deeper then Xander’s own but also worried by alcohol and depression. “It’s you.” The younger Xander takes a deep breath and swallows his fear.
“Yeah it’s me. The you of Junior year. What happened to you?” He can see he’s too thin, too pale also. The basements a mess, it is obvious he still lives in his parents house and does not care to clean the place up any.
“Life happened. See Senior year was great. Well, except the girl I slept with tried to kill me and I had to watch a bunch of people die when the mayor ascended. But I led the students to fight, I was in charge, I was in command. After that, things went downhill.” The older Xander scratches at the five o’clock shadow and looks away from his younger self in shame.
“Why are you still here? I mean I don’t know about you but I was planning on going on a trip Senior year and never coming back.” The older Xander shrugs and toys with a beer bottle instead of looking up at him.
“Well, I did. Didn’t get far though, Uncle Rory’s car broke down in Oxnard. Didn’t even make L.A.” With a snort he takes a drink of the alcohol before it is snatched away by his younger self and flung into a wall.
“What else? What about a job? I understand no college but aren’t you working? Or a girlfriend?
“No girl, got a couple of jobs. Enough to pay rent in this shit hole and buy beer to drown my sorrows.”
“Buffy? Giles? Willow?!?!” How his best friend could have left him to this pitiful existence was beyond him even if the other two had forgotten about him. His older self gave another snort and Xander’s spirits plummeted.
“Well you see in Senior year, I… we made a big mistake. We were dating Cordelia and decided it would be smart to snog with Willow. Near death experience and all but still, and she was dating this really cool guy named Oz at the time. So then in order to make it up to him she ignored me. Still is, plus she’s and Buff are college girls and I’m just a townie.” Then the older version launches at Xander and suddenly Xander’s in a cemetery watching an older version rise from the ground as another minion of the hellmouth and watches Buffy casually stake him. As casually as she had staked Ford.
Sees himself go down in a fight with a demon.
Watches himself die of magic syphilis.
Watches as his father beats him to death for a missing rent payment.
A vengeance demon who he apparently left at the alter eviscerates him.
Three techno-weenies shoot him full of electricity.
Willow shocks him full of dark magic before he falls to the ground.
He has a Hell-Goddess exposing his innards to the world, and shoving her hands in his head.
Dracula killing him for failing to bring Buffy.
Hundreds of deaths. In some Willow or Buffy or Giles or several others are hurt, in others they leave him to his demise. His end coming about for supernatural or normal causes.
Then the things that were worse then death.
He sees himself lying in a hospital ward, there are wounded girls lying near him. Next to his bed Willow has fallen asleep clutching his hand. Over one of his eyes is a tightly wound strip of bandages and Xander knows right there. He’s lost his eye something poked it out. Someone blinded him. And somehow that hurts more then the deaths. Hurts more then a meaningless life.
He watches other times, horrible injuries, dead end jobs, drunkenness, one in which he is captured by a demon and repeatedly raped because Willow did a spell that made him a demon magnet, another where he is strapped down by a bunch of scientists and experimented on as they try to bring out his possessions. And the last one; where he is still friends with Buffy, Willow, Giles but it is different. He is no longer Xander Harris, he’s the Zeppo. He makes jokes that no one hears, actually gives helpful criticism and good ideas which are brushed aside in favor of extremist views which he no longer shares. Xander watches as everyone around him falls and he is there to pick them up, and they push him away, ignore him, belittle him.
And that hurts even worse then blindness.
When Xander comes back to himself there are tear tracks down his face and Spike is petting him, soothing him. Without any type of encouragement he tilts his neck to the side, completely giving himself to Spike’s demon.
Title: Types
Author: Kitti-Chan
Pairing: Xander/Spike
A/N: I know a lot were voting for a threesome, but I don’t know if I have the heart to continue after this last chapter. I mean it depressed me and I’m the writer! It’s a bit of a sad chapter be warned. Well, sad after the smut….
Spoilers: “School Hard” Pretty AU at this point though….. Also spoilers for other Buffy seasons
Summary: Angel offers Xander to Spike, who’s interested but not fooled.
Feedback: Well…. I’ve been enjoying the FB so far. And one can never get enough ego stroking! ;-D
Email: Flamespout@hotmail.com
Website: www.livejournal.com/users/kat8cha
Warning: Not right now.
Disclaimer: I do not own anyone here! I make no cash! No suing! Suing of the Kitti-chan is bad! Majorly not of the good! I would love to own Xan, Spike, not so much Angel but would love a piece of Angelus. (Preferably about nine-inches)
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“Twenty-three.” Xander was close to tears now and hard as a rock. His ass felt like it was on fire but each new strike seemed to just make him harder. Spike finally let up though, stepping away from the mortal on his bed though it sorely tested his resolve to do so. Xanpet’s ass looked so delicious sticking up in the air like that and all that blood rushing to the surface? Was like a bloody beacon to the vampire. Xander collapsed onto the bed as soon as the constant paddling stopped; he didn’t let the tears flow though.
“Learned your lesson Xan?” Spike’s voice was quite, noting his pet’s resolve not to sink into crying; as any normal mortal would have done no doubt. Spike knew William was never able to hold up too long under the Headmaster’s paddle. The vampire’s fingers twitched with the urge to comfort his pet, to stroke over that warmed flesh and cool it down.
“Yes.” Xander whispered in an equally quiet voice. He had learned his lesson, disobeying Master led to humiliating punishment. Got it. Would try to do….. better? Inside of him two ideologies were waging war; his previous devotion to Buffy, Willow, and Giles and this new tie to Spike: a demonic overseer who promised pleasure and pain in equal portions.
Spike nodded, though Xander couldn’t see it. “Good.” And then a cool hand was on Xander’s backside causing him to jump. “Shh pet, wanna make this better.” There was lotion on the hand now rubbing over his overheated, oversensitive flesh. Xander moaned into his arms as he folded them to support his head. “That’s alright pet, lessons over. Everything’s better now.” Spike watched what he could see of the brunette’s face. There was a light flush there too, and the hard-on hadn’t gone away.
Xander was enjoying the feeling of the cool fingers when one of them took the chance to slip into his, still lubed from last nights activities, channel. He moaned long and low as the fingers found his prostate quickly, and neither of them could stand much preparation before Spike was once again penetrating him in the sweetest of ways. Spike whimpered as he slipped into the furnace his boy called an ass, and feeling the warm flesh against him as he thrust in and out almost completely undid him.
Angel awoke to the sounds of fucking in a room that was a cross between a young girl’s and an ax-murderer’s. Which probably rightly described Drusilla’s state of mind. Said insane vampiress was sitting on her bed hugging this decade’s ‘Miss Edith’ to her chest and giggling at her chained up sire. “My Angel’s been a bad boy.” She singsong-ed “Bad puppy!” Two drawn out moans of completion sounded and Angel winced. He was feeling really guilty about offering Xander to Spike on Parent-Teacher night now. Drusilla’s eyes seemed to briefly clear before she was giggling again. “I’m gonna tell you a secret Daddy. My Spikey found himself a kitten, and he and the kitten are gonna be together forever and ever!” She stood up, throwing her arms in the air and spinning in a circle. “My boy doesn’t need me anymore, I am going to be leaving him soon Daddy.” A sad smile graced Drusilla’s face and she crouched down in front of the cro-magnon foreheaded vampire. “But you’ll be here when I’m gone Daddy. You’ll take care of my Spike and the kitten won’t you? I know you will Daddy I trust you.” Then the brunet vampiress was gone leaving the confused souled vampire alone.
Angel tested the manacles on his wrists pulling at them. They were strong, he had known they would be. After all Drusilla liked to be tied up once in a while and hurt, and the game wouldn’t be the same if she could get free. “Games not right without the realism.” Spike said from where he stood in the doorway. Angel turned to look at his captor. The bleached blond was leaving against the doorframe, unashamedly naked (a/n-let’s face it, Spike got his name for a reason) and proud of it. He reeked of sex and Xander of blood and power. The blue-eyed youngest of the Aurelius line sauntered into the room sitting in the spot Drusilla had recently vacated. He leaned forward elbows placed on his knees and chin held in the palm of his hand, blue eyes pinning the elder vampire in place. The demon residing in a cage inside of him shook at his restraints yearning to escape and remind his grand-childe of his place. “My pet’s showering and as much as I’d like to be in their with him I had to come over here to talk.” A slow, lingering smirk and then Spike was lighting a cigarette while leaning back on Drusilla’s black fluffy feather comforter.
“What do you want Spike?” Angel growled out. All formality really, like reading a script, no real emotion of effort behind the words.
“What does anyone want? Youth, beauty, fame, but I’ve got all three of those bases covered don’t I?” Bigger smirk now and hungry eyes above the burning cherry of the cigarette. “No Angel, what I want is my family back. Never liked Darla but since my darling Dru has always been a few apples short of a fruit salad you took care of my education. You laid the groundwork for the vampire I am.” Smirk, and Spike was invading Angel’s personal space, pushing the older vampire against the wall and not allowing him to deny any of this. “Aren’t you proud?”
Angelus bellowed from inside of him and Angel’s game face flashed as he and the demon fought for dominance. The curse was a good one though; the Rom’s certainly knew their magiks. “Spike, I can’t say I’m ashamed the way you turned out but I am sorry you had to become this at all.” Spike backed off letting go of Angel’s chin and retreating to the bed again his true feeling lying behind a carefully constructed mask.
“Well Angel since you’ve been truthful I guess it’s my turn. The reason you’re around serves a dual purpose. One, you help me fix Dru and two I get my Sire back.” Angel gaped at him and Angelus cheered. Then Spike was sweeping out of the room, a feet that was quite impressive since he had no clothes on.
Xander was clean and wearing some of the clothes Spike had left out for him. Thoughtful of the vampire who Xander figured would rather have his pet walk around naked all the time. Sitting on Spike’s bed, who’s sheets had been changed in the time it took him to shower, presumably by minions. Spike did not exactly seem like a homemaker. Drying his hair the brunet missed Drusilla and Spike’s entrance and when he looked up found the crazy vampiress staring at him inches away from his face. “Eeep!” Xander squeaked as he scrambled back on the bed only to meet with Spike’s cool chest. The other vampire curled his arms around Xander’s chest and started purring, while running his hands through Xander’s hair to comfort him.
“Shh Xan, it’s alrigh’. Jus’ asked Dru to come in here a minute to show you something.” Xander cannot move his eyes from Drusilla’s swaying form as she dances without moving from the spot in front of Xander.
“W-what?” Xander stuttered out before stopping and trying again. Spike knew just how to touch him to get him to relax so it is slightly hard to focus on the situation. Despite the crazy dancing. “What did you want her to show me?” At this question the loony vamp stops her dancing and stares straight at him.
“Look into my eyes, be in my eyes. Be in me.” Drusilla says and her hypnotism pulls the boys mind in. Just then her Spikey leans down to whisper the truth in his pet’s ears.
“The future Xan, I’m gonna show you the future.”
Xander finds himself on a street in Sunnydale standing in front of his house. His parents house, the one Spike had chased him away from. Looking to his right and his left he enters into the basement, something telling him it is the right way to go. He sees himself, lying on the bed staring up at the ceiling. Walking down the creaking steps his future self looks up at him and then looks away.
“Oh.” A voice much deeper then Xander’s own but also worried by alcohol and depression. “It’s you.” The younger Xander takes a deep breath and swallows his fear.
“Yeah it’s me. The you of Junior year. What happened to you?” He can see he’s too thin, too pale also. The basements a mess, it is obvious he still lives in his parents house and does not care to clean the place up any.
“Life happened. See Senior year was great. Well, except the girl I slept with tried to kill me and I had to watch a bunch of people die when the mayor ascended. But I led the students to fight, I was in charge, I was in command. After that, things went downhill.” The older Xander scratches at the five o’clock shadow and looks away from his younger self in shame.
“Why are you still here? I mean I don’t know about you but I was planning on going on a trip Senior year and never coming back.” The older Xander shrugs and toys with a beer bottle instead of looking up at him.
“Well, I did. Didn’t get far though, Uncle Rory’s car broke down in Oxnard. Didn’t even make L.A.” With a snort he takes a drink of the alcohol before it is snatched away by his younger self and flung into a wall.
“What else? What about a job? I understand no college but aren’t you working? Or a girlfriend?
“No girl, got a couple of jobs. Enough to pay rent in this shit hole and buy beer to drown my sorrows.”
“Buffy? Giles? Willow?!?!” How his best friend could have left him to this pitiful existence was beyond him even if the other two had forgotten about him. His older self gave another snort and Xander’s spirits plummeted.
“Well you see in Senior year, I… we made a big mistake. We were dating Cordelia and decided it would be smart to snog with Willow. Near death experience and all but still, and she was dating this really cool guy named Oz at the time. So then in order to make it up to him she ignored me. Still is, plus she’s and Buff are college girls and I’m just a townie.” Then the older version launches at Xander and suddenly Xander’s in a cemetery watching an older version rise from the ground as another minion of the hellmouth and watches Buffy casually stake him. As casually as she had staked Ford.
Sees himself go down in a fight with a demon.
Watches himself die of magic syphilis.
Watches as his father beats him to death for a missing rent payment.
A vengeance demon who he apparently left at the alter eviscerates him.
Three techno-weenies shoot him full of electricity.
Willow shocks him full of dark magic before he falls to the ground.
He has a Hell-Goddess exposing his innards to the world, and shoving her hands in his head.
Dracula killing him for failing to bring Buffy.
Hundreds of deaths. In some Willow or Buffy or Giles or several others are hurt, in others they leave him to his demise. His end coming about for supernatural or normal causes.
Then the things that were worse then death.
He sees himself lying in a hospital ward, there are wounded girls lying near him. Next to his bed Willow has fallen asleep clutching his hand. Over one of his eyes is a tightly wound strip of bandages and Xander knows right there. He’s lost his eye something poked it out. Someone blinded him. And somehow that hurts more then the deaths. Hurts more then a meaningless life.
He watches other times, horrible injuries, dead end jobs, drunkenness, one in which he is captured by a demon and repeatedly raped because Willow did a spell that made him a demon magnet, another where he is strapped down by a bunch of scientists and experimented on as they try to bring out his possessions. And the last one; where he is still friends with Buffy, Willow, Giles but it is different. He is no longer Xander Harris, he’s the Zeppo. He makes jokes that no one hears, actually gives helpful criticism and good ideas which are brushed aside in favor of extremist views which he no longer shares. Xander watches as everyone around him falls and he is there to pick them up, and they push him away, ignore him, belittle him.
And that hurts even worse then blindness.
When Xander comes back to himself there are tear tracks down his face and Spike is petting him, soothing him. Without any type of encouragement he tilts his neck to the side, completely giving himself to Spike’s demon.