Title: Where Destiny Leads�
Author: Adam
Email: [email protected]
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Things don't always turn out the way you expect them to...
Disclaimer: Spike, Xander and everyone else belong to Joss Whedon.
Part One
Xander nervously glanced back and fourth from his lap to where Spike was laying back, cup of heated blood in hand...//In his 'Mr Sunshine' mug how cute!// Xander thought with a sigh.
He'd been lusting after the bleached Blond Vampire for little over three months now. Well, that wasn't true. He had in fact been lusting after Spike ever since he first laid eye's on the Fangless God, but it had only
grown intense over the past few months.
He saw Spike sitting there. Legs out stretched on the newly bought coffee table that Xander had bought, not for the dingy, damp basement, but so Spike would have somewhere to stretch out and relax.
//Oh-hell// Xander thought. //Look at me. I'm buying things so he's more relaxed here. So he'll stay here. So I can make him smile.// Xander's continued thoughts turned more erotic by the second, only stopping when
he heard Spike grunt in disgust.
"What is it Spike?" Xander said, his voice full of fake disdain.
"Bloody blood is cold." Spike groaned, pushing the offending cup away.
Xander sighed at the kind of relationship they had gotten into Spike's comment and his sliding the mug away from him meant that, he wanted Xander to take the clotting blood and reheat it.
"This is the last time Spike," Xander began, getting up and slowly approaching Spike. About to pick up the mug he let out a yelp of surprise when pulled into the cool embrace of the HOTTEST, cold Vampire around.
"Spike!" Was all Xander got out before been pulled into a loving, passionate kiss.
Soft, moist lips met cool, dry ones in a kiss to end all. Xander begged for entrance at Spike's mouth, which was eagerly granted as Spike opened up his mouth and his tongue pushed past Xander's lush lips into the heated depths.
"Mnhgmm" Xander attempted to speak, but the tongue eagerly tasting all the insides of his mouth were stopping him.
Spike nibbled at Xander's lips, just enough, not to break the blood. Xander however had other thoughts and viciously bit into his own lips and then Spike's,
mixing their blood.
Xander was not the stupid guy everyone thought he was. When they were all researching he would read the watchers diaries. He'd discovered many things, and many of them had been about Vampires. Specifically Vampire mating practices. What to DO to turn a Vampire on.
/If I'm right// Xander thought before manoeuvring his fingers beneath Spike's Sex-Pistol tea-shirt and scratching his nails deeply down the pale, well
muscled back.
Spike pulled from the kiss and howled in pleasure.
The scent of Xander.
The taste of his blood mixed with his soon-to-be, mate. It was becoming too much, and he pulled back trying to get some space between them.
"Well-well, nummy." Spike said, taking in an UN-needed breath.
Xander raised an eyebrow waiting to see what Spike would say. Xander finally had to put his hands between them and push back with all his strength.
"Spike!" Xander finally gasped, breathing in as soon as he escaped the ecstasy that 'was' Spike's lips.
Spike merely growled in response, wanting back on the sweet lips, which he had so quickly become addicted.
"Spike, please..." Xander tried again, pulling back.
Letting out a frustrated sigh Spike leaned back, his icy-eyes, staring into Xander's.
"I didn't you...that is, I never thought...what I mean..." Xander struggled to get out his words, but it was hard with the object of so many fantasies, that he'd just tasted //oh the taste// grinning at him.
"What do you want to know, pet?" Spike asked, his smirk remaining. "How much I crave this," Spike's hand quickly moved to Xander's bulging and impressive
crotch, squeezing slightly, causing Xander to grown in ecstasy.
"How much I crave your lips," Spike stopped to taste the swollen lips once more. "How much I crave you, Xander Harris!" Spike said, for the first time using Xander's full name.
Xander gulped at the feelings that Spike was electing within him. He always knew he craved Spike, but this had gone beyond craving now. Beyond lust. This was something more. Something deeper...this was love.
Spike saw it. The moment Xander's obsidian pools stopped shining want for him, and started to look with love.
//Bloody chit's fallen for me// Spike said, surprised he wasn't more bothered. //He is a cute one. Got a nice treat, too.// Spike thought, squeezing Xander's
crotch again as if to prove it to himself.
Spike couldn't show love to the boy. Lust, of course. He was a Vampire after all, but not love, not for a mortal.
Xander had begun to slowly move himself over Spike's crotch, which was confined within tight-fitting jeans. Xander knew what he was doing to Spike, and enjoyed surprising Spike.
"Horny little bugger aren't you?" Spike grinned.
Xander merely picked up his pace, grinding himself harder over Spike.
Want and need had taken over now. Spike knew Xander was repulsed by Vampire's and tried to hold in his true face, but the animal within him couldn't be held back. Flipping Xander over and moving onto the floor Spike pinned Xander beneath him.
"XANDER!" Spike growled out, his eye's switching from blue to yellow continuously.
He saw how Spike was fighting the urge. The desperate, unstoppable urge that every Vampire felt when making love...or fucking as Spike would so sweetly put it. He'd read all about the urges Vampire's had during sex.
"Let it go Spike." Xander said, his fingers running along the elongated ridges around Spike's beautiful eyes.
Spike raised his eyebrow for a moment, grinning lustfully when he saw Xander's welcome acceptance.
With a growl his true face moulded itself, turning Xander on more than he thought possible. Xander went straight for Spike's mouth, purposefully splitting his tongue on one of Spike's sharp fangs, letting Spike once more enjoy the trickle of blood that escaped.
He ran his hand down Spike's back, feeling the slight ridges along Spike's spine that came when a Vampire was in his true form. He rubbed up and down along them gently, loving it when Spike bucked against him, crying out in blissful contentment.
"Xand...pet...NUUMMMYYY!" Spike screamed as he released himself all over Xander's bare chest.
//When did we get undressed?// Xander asked himself, almost laughing at how intense it had been.
What seemed like, and was only seconds later Spike was fully recovered and hard once more.
Xander laughed at Spike's quick recovery, and got up, running to a draw by his bed.
"Eh, pet...we won't need those..." Spike said, thinking that Xander was getting some protection.
His eyebrow arose once more when he saw a small, pyramid shaped bottle.
"Lets just say...I want to be able to keep up with you, and, eh...Willow did a little Magic for me." Xander finished, a deep blush rising.
Spike's grin got bigger, if that was possible. He watched as Xander drank the entire contents of the bottle, forgetting Willow's instructions of only a third of the bottle each time.
Spike never knew what happened. Once moment he was watching Xander drink some sort of concoction the witch had cooked up. The next, with fire blazing in his soon to be lovers eyes, he was being roughly fucked.
Now, he was not new to being fucked, but by a mortal, never. The way Xander was fucking him was rivaling his best times with Angel, as Xander pounded into him, no sign of a climax in sight.
"Spike...so good...love you... Need you...make me yours....your mine!" Xander screamed out, stopping to take some much-needed air.
Spike couldn't speak, the pleasure overwhelming him. He was been pounded into the Hellmouth, and he was loving every minute of it.
Over an hour later, even Spike's stamina was beginning to lose it's speed, and Xander's fucking had been continuous, Spike coming twice as Xander continued to pound deep inside, Spike's welcoming coolness.
Spike was starting to think Xander would never come when Xander's thrusts began to pick up an even faster pace, and he suddenly stopped, as Xander's entire body quivered in ecstasy. He moved down and savagely sank his blunt teeth into Spike's lean neck, tearing at the skin, and Spike came again. Moving his own mouth to Xander's neck, his fangs sinking in and the sweet nectar that was Xander Harris gushed filled his mouth.
(Minutes Later)
Xander was laid on top of Spike, unmoving. Spike would have been worried, but his Vampire sense's told him Xander was still breathing, barely.
//That was the most intense fucking of my life, and the pet is out cold!// Spike thought, grinning out how they had mated. How he was Xander's and Xander was his.
//Oh, pet// Spike thought.
"We're gonna have fun, Nummy. You and me, we're gonna have a lot of fun!" He spoke aloud into the silent room, glad that Xander's parents had been out, and not heard the animal screams coming from the basement.
Part Two
(Two weeks, and a lot of sex later)
It at happened. Xander couldn't believe it had but it had happened. Everything was moving so fast, but it all felt so good.
He was with Spike now, officially. He didn't care what anyone else thought. His drunk-ass parent's were of no concern to him. He knew Willow would be okay about it, Giles maybe not so much. Buffy definitely not, but he wasn't gonna throw this chance for happiness away.
His boyfriend //God, that sounds so strange// Xander thought to himself. His boyfriend was a cruel, sadistic killer, but he loved him, and although Spike
never admitted it he knew the love was returned.
They were going this day. The Scooby gang was having a meeting about a new Demon, or prophecy or something...Xander couldn't keep up, but it was
tonight. Come Hell on Earth, they would know.
"Spike, come on!" Xander urged, pulling on Spike's hand.
Spike was really sweet, and quite vulnerable for a Vampire. He was more nervous than he was willing to admit at telling everyone, especially Willow, or Red, as he liked to call her. Her opinion meant a lot to Spike, and Xander smiled to himself thinking how Willow was always kind to Spike, no matter what.
"Spike, Willow won't care what you look like!" Xander teased, wishing again that Spike could blush.
"Bugger off!" Spike retorted, but quickly grabbed Xander around the waist and pulled him tight against him.
"I thought you wanted me to leave?" Xander asked innocently, bashing his eyelids.
Spike growled, more turned on than anything else. Xander had learned early on different growls meant different things, and there were many growls for how turned on he was.
This was definite...I wanna fuck you so hard you'll need to bathe in lube before we start.
"Spike...not now...we..." Xander was stopped as he was pushed against the sink and lifted up against it. Spike loved this position. He could go so deep into
Xander, Xander legs locked around him squeezing so tight.
(Only thirty minutes later)
Xander walked beside Spike bow legged to Giles� house, having to be finally carried by Spike most of the way.
"I'm sorry, pet" Spike said, a guilty look adorning his face.
"Spike," Xander took in a breath before starting. "If I didn't want you to take me like that.... So hard, so fast, so good..." Xander drifted off into the
memories.
"I get it pet, but next time not right before we leave to see that pouf of a watcher!" Spike finished, grinning, and Xander grinning back at him, both
knowing only too well that if they got in the moment again they would do it again.
Upon entering Gile's house, all eyes turned to them.
"Eh...we didn't tell them yet did we?" Xander leaned back whispering into Spike's ear.
Spike shook his head in response.
"You have to go to LA!" Giles suddenly blurted out.
"WHAT?!" Both Spike and Xander said in union.
"Buffy, myself and Willow are all needed here to stop a new Demon from taking the Hellmouth. Buffy will fight the Demon, as Willow and I Conjure up the 7
elements to stop the creature.�
Now, Xander would admit he wasn't the brightest in School but even he knew there were only four elements.
"The other three you can't even pronounce, but are of equal force. Only known to those in the magic realm.� Giles answered the unasked question.
"And I have to go to LA, because..."
"At the same time the Demon is coming forth, an almost replica Demon will appear in LA." Giles stopped to see if both men were following, seeing they were, he continued. "You need to be there...both of you," Giles nodded his
head to indicate Spike. "As we've realised you're part of the prophecy." Instead of going into a long drawn out explanation that wouldn't go down well,
considering the growls and snarls of annoyance coming from Spike, he quickly got into his explanation.
"The Prophecy states; the family of three linked as one, two souled one not. Will arise together and fight as one..." Giles continued, each sentence growing
increasingly close to home about himself, Spike and...Angel. "Then at the end, the three shall..." Then Giles quieted.
"THE THREE SHALL?!" Xander shouted, exasperated.
"I don't know. The texts were damaged after the great fire of London. The rest was lost." Giles finished, looking down.
"Well that's bloody great, mate. Let's risk our arses for something where we'll probably end up dust."
"I-Is there something you want to tell us?" Buffy asked, for the first time chiming in.
"W-What?" Xander stuttered his mind in information overload.
"I said, is there something you want to tell US?!" She repeated, even more agitated than before.
"Me and Xanpet here are SHAGGING!" Spike said, emphasising his final word, as he grabbed Xander around the waist once more.
Giles spat out the tea he was at that point swallowing, and Buffy's eye's bulged. Willow, however merely smiled and continued to nibble on a choc-chip
cookie she's made.
Spike knew that Willow must have known and smiled at her.
"Y-You're...."
"We're fucking like bunny's, Buffy!" Xander finally found his voice, and leaned into Spike's cool embrace.
Willow giggled at Xanders words and he smiled back at her in return.
"We're also in love!" Spike stated, causing Xander to swing around and stare at him.
Over the past few weeks the sex had been fantastic and Xander had admitted to been in love with Spike many times over, but Spike had never returned it. Spike was a Vampire though, so he could except that love may not happen.
Right now however he was overjoyed.
"Spike..." Xander asked everything in that one word. Spike leaned forward, their arms around each other's waists and foreheads touching.
"I love you, pet." Spike said it all, to him, for the first time.
Xander had tears escaping his chocolate pools and leaned even closer to taste Spike's comforting, sweet taste once more.
To make a long story short, Willow was overjoyed for them, and gave the boys the rest of her cookie's for the journey. Buffy was a little icked at first but was
happy Spike would be out of their way and that finally Spike would stop pining. Giles was still in LaLa land when they left; meaning Willow would probably talk to him.
"Spike, when we go to LA..." Xander trailed off, not knowing what he should say.
"Angel�s not coming near you!" Spike growled in that possessive way that turned him on so much. Xander was blushing and thankful it was dark as he was getting hard the possessiveness of Spike.
Spike was continuing to walk, still growling slightly at the thought of his sire near his mate when he smelt Xander, aroused.
//He likes it when I growl...when I take control?// Spike thought, excitedly.
"Oh and pet, I'm gonna fuck you so long and hard before we set off, so you'll know who you BELONG to for months!" Spike continued to drawl out, playing the part now more than anything but unable to deny that, he too was aroused.
"Spike, not now...Please." Xander begged, but not for him to wait, but to take him there, in the street.
"Pet, we're right by the Bronze." Spike tried to reason, not knowing why he was been the sensible one.
Xander moved his head in close to Spike, whispering. "I need your cock inside me, so big, so thick...filling me...taking me!" Xander's voice grew louder, causing a few to look over at the groaning man.
"Oh, remember you asked for it!"
They fucked right there in the street. Xander had manoeuvred himself so he could be taken; his legs around Spike's waist, leaning back into Spike's cock.
Luckily most people were either inside for the long night of drink, or already gone home. A few people passed by, but they'd moved to a wall, in a darker
area.
But that darkness did not conceal the heated groans and growls that were tearing from the shadows keeping even the Vampire's at bay.
A while later they got in Spike's car...some clothes, CD's, and an extra pack of blood for Spike, they headed for LA.
Part Three
The drive to LA was too short for both Spike and Xander, allowing little time for any kind of real conversation. Though the time the trip took wouldn't
have made much difference, as both men were way too nervous. Spike about what his sire would say. He may not show any respect for Angel, but he was still his Childe. Xander was both nervous for Spike, knowing this was important for him, and himself, facing this Demon.
Despite Spike's protests of wanting to 'scare-the bloody pouf' by coming in the sewer entrance, Xander had wouldn't go that way, and grabbed Spike's hand
before he could disagree.
Spike took the liberty of knocking for Xander, almost taking the door of its hinges by thumping loud enough to 'wake the dead'
"GOD!" Avery irritated, exhausted sounding Cordelia shouted from behind the door. "...what is your childhood trauma?!" She spat out.
"Hey Cor!" Xander said cheerfully, as the door opened.
"Xander!" She said in surprise. "SPIKE!" She screeched.
"Ello luv" Spike spoke, before grabbing his lover�s hand and pushing past her, Xander in tow.
Cordelia was still in shock stood by the door. //Spike...here...evil...mean...hot! Wait, Cordy//" She continued to think to herself. //Bad Cordy! Nasty thoughts, don't go there!// She tried to take her mind of Spike and Xander, closing the door and heading back to her donut, but her thoughts were still caught on the two men that had just entered. //Were they holding hands?// She thought, a sigh escaping at the thought of two guys together.
Xander gulped as they entered Angel's office, seeing Angel sat on a leather sofa, his legs spread, and leaning back. //He's beautiful// Xander thought, as he took in Angels figure in awe.
Angel was wearing a blood red, silk shirt (no pun intended) It was unbuttoned, showing off his pale, well muscled chest. Angel's nipples were erect, giving
Xander the urge to nibble on them, chew and suck until Angel screamed in ecstasy.
//Hmm, I wonder how a Vampire's nipples get erect. Their bodies are already cold, aren't they?//
He realised he was staring. Well, more like trying to take in every ounce of the incredibly sexy man that was spread out in front of him. Almost like a dessert
just asking to be eaten.
Xander continued to take in everything else about Angel that made him so beautiful. Finally resting upon Angel's eyes. Although not looking directly at them, they were a warm brown that could pierce his heart if he gave Angel the time. (No pun intended)
He was, //Oh fuck// Xander thought, his arousal growing as he let his gaze drift down to the boxer clad-vampire's crotch. Angel was wearing tight
fitting, also blood red, boxers that showed off his bulge perfectly.
Xander couldn't believe what he was thinking. Wanting the man to stand and turn so he could check out the other side, but he was taking in all he could in the time he had.
A few thoughts skittered around in Xander�s mind. The main one trying to get over how well hung Angel seemed.
//Is it a Vampire thing?// Xander thought. Spike was well hung as well, although Spike looked longer than Angel, but not as thick. //Variety// Xander thought with a smug grin. //I like that!//
Angel had not been idle upon hearing another heart-beat enter the office. The one he had come to know and love. It was a not very well-known fact that
Vampire's could learn there mortal lover's heart beat, and know them from just that. Only happening in the extremely rare cases where a Vampire had a human lover for anything other than raping, and feeding from.
Angel had learnt Xander's however, and had no doubt in his mind that Spike had as well. He'd deliberately worn this choice in clothes, after remembering once Xander mentioning he had a weak spot for red. Though not seeing himself in hundreds of years he knew it had worked as the heart race picked up.
He stayed in the same position unmoving as Xander's eye's raked over his body, taking in all Angel could offer. The arousal was thick in the air, almost
definitely noticeable to Spike as well.
When Angel looked up, he saw the man he had fallen in love with, and had denied it until this moment.
//Xander!// He thought, wishing Xander could hear his thoughts. How much he wanted him...needed him.
He noticed the strong-arm protectively wrapped around Xander�s waist, holding him close. Spike was notoriously protective of what he considered 'his'
//but,// Angel thought. //We'll leave that for Xander to decide.//
"Cordelia, take a brake!" Angel finally spoke, breaking the silence in the room. He got up and quickly shut the door, making sure he brushed against Xander on the way, which caused a warning snarl from Spike.
Angel acted as though he never heard the scowl, too busy looking Xander up and down for the first time.
//He's filled out...grown up...more defined, but still so young, so sweet.// Angel's thoughts continued on this track, finally having to admit to himself it
looked as though the men were an item.
//Giles never mentioned that in his phone-call!// He thought bitterly.
"So, " Angel began, keeping his eye's locked on Xander's, reaching down to re-arrange his heavy crotch, enjoying the fact Xander was looking as Spike was growling.
//Oh fuck// Xander thought once more, his arousal becoming apparent.
Xander struggled to hide his arousal, sitting down in the comfy-looking leather sofa that Angel had just vacated, Spike quickly taking up the seat beside him,
before Angel could, which caused a frown from his sire.
"So what?" Spike said.
"So, can you give me any more information on this demon so 'you'" Angel said, indicating only Spike. "Can go back to Sunnydale."
Growling was Spike's only response, as Xander chimed in. "Demon...prophecy, some kinda big fire messed up the text meaning we know it's us three," Xander indicated the three of them. "But not what the outcome will be. You have to use some kind of sword to kill the Demon, it will show up some time in the morning...around 3 or 4am, according to G-man!" Xander finished, smiling
proudly to himself for remembering everything.
"Okay, well it's 10:30pm now." Angel said, matter-of-factly. "Why don't we get a few hours rest and set out around 2:30am?"
"Great." Xander spoke, trying to sound enthusiastic.
"Well, mate. We'll be using your bed."
"Spike!" Xander punched Spike in the ribs.
"That's okay, Xander." Angel smiled, weekly at the boy. "I'll take the sofa."
"But it's your bed!" Xander argued.
"I've slept on worse, Xander. Look, it's fine, really. I insist."
"It's big enough for three..." Xander muttered, but both Vampire's picked up on it.
There was hope in Angel's eye's and disgust in Spike's.
"No way, pet. I'm not sleeping next to peaches!" Spike growled out.
"I'll sleep in the middle, it'll be alright, Spike." Xander said, moving up into a cool, delicious kiss.
"You know I can't say no to you!" Spike grinned, before shaking his head like a baby tiger, snarling with sweetness in his eyes.
With that the three men got ready for bed. Angel pealing off the shirt, and then laying down, watching Xander remove his clothing.
//Dammit// Xander thought, a deep blush rising to his face. //I knew it was a bad idea//
The truth was, Xander had decided that day to try something kinkier, for Spike. So he was wearing a thong. A tight almost see through thong that hung low thanks to his large, and heavy cock, which showed much of his pubic area.
He couldn't sleep in trousers, and he knew Spike wouldn't mind, but Angel?
Finally, the feeling of, 'who gives a fuck' swept through Xander�s mind before he whipped of his trousers, watching knowingly as Spike's eye's nearly
bulged out of the sockets.
"Oh, Xan!" Spike half groaned.
Spike grabbed the elastic encasing Xander�s delicate package and pulled him forward, dipping his head down to take a peak inside, and then grinning up evilly as he did.
"I never knew you had such a playful mind!" Spike teased.
Xander's blush had now reached the tips of his ears, as Angel's burning gaze continued.
"I wanted to do something different, for you!" Xander said in an erotic voice, attempting to simply tease.
Spike leaned forward, and whispered in Xander's ear, knowing full well that Angel would be able to hear him.
"We can't do anything with the pouf watching. But once we get this done, don't plan on walking anywhere for a month!" Spike said with a grin, and saw Xander smiling back.
"I'm not joking, luv." Spike said, his smiling continued as he felt Xander shiver beside him.
Laying back down Spike had his arms opened out, and Xander eagerly accepted. Been spooned by Spike was the most comforting experience he'd had in his life, and nothing was gonna beat it anytime soon.
Angel had been watching the interaction, and continued to watch on as Spike fell into a light sleep, Xander remaining awake facing the Angel, named Angel.
Angel couldn't believe he was doing this, with Spike right there but the opportunity may never come again.
He reached out slowly, Xander's eye's following the large, soft looking hand, until it touched his still semi-erect, cock.
He stroked the encased meat watching as Xander bit his lip to stop groaning out and waking Spike.
Although he knew Spike was probably still awake and watching, which made the experience even that more erotic.
Angel's hand eventually found it's way inside Xander's thongs. He took the warm cock in his hand, and simply held it, feeling as it slowly grew and expanded at his cool touch.
"Oh Angel!" Xander whispered, unable to hold it in any longer.
He couldn't believe it. A mere touch and he was already almost on the brink.
Angel sensed this and instead of slowing down started to slowly move his hand up and down the firm cock, which was oozing pre-cum.
"I-I want..."
"What Xander, what do you want..." Angel asked anxiously, his hand speeding up more and more.
"I want you to stop!" Xander groaned, pushing himself further into Spike's embrace.
Angel looked slightly crushed, but more shocked than anything. He'd offered Xander everything he had, and had been denied.
Spike was grinning at this point. Proud that for the first time, one of his lovers could resist Angel's looks, and charms.
"I love you, pet." Spike whispered, before kissing Xander's soft spot, beneath his ear, and falling to sleep, Xander following closely.
Part Four
Spike woke up first, kissing Xander as he did every morning. He'd become accustomed to Xander�s body clock, and enjoyed waking up with his beautiful boyfriend.
Last night was Spike's big test for Xander, what he'd been worried most about on the trip. Would Xander fall for the unnaturally good looks, and charms of Angelus? The answer, that Spike could now happily say was no.
Coming out of his thoughts, Spike slowly shook Xander awake, noting Angel's already slow rise at the other side of the bed.
"Pet, it's time." Spike said, nudging Xander gently.
"Whhaaa?" Xander asked, unintelligibly, sleep still in his eyes.
"Time for the fight, luv. Now get that cute, tight arse out of bed before I start thinking 'the world can screw itself, whilst I screw you!'
Xander scoffed at Spike's little wisecrack and went to the bathroom to clean up, taking the extra pair of clothes he had in his rucksack.
Once Xander was out of the room, Spike's gaze shifted to Angel, and hardening.
"Don't touch my mate again, SIRE!" Spike practically spat at him.
Angel had the good grace to look down in shame at having been caught, but for Spike this was too good to give up.
"The mighty Angelus, turned down by a simple mortal, to stay with...what was it the last one said..." Spike continued, thinking back a hundred years ago, to when the only other person he thought he'd loved, Drusilla, had turned her back on him for his bastard of a sire. "...Oh, that was it. A gutter rat!" Spike hissed in
disgust.
Angel couldn't deny he felt bad for Spike, but he still had hopes of winning the boy over. Sure that if Spike had not been there, the boy would be his.
It was at that time that Xander decided to exit the bathroom, fully clothed.
"Well, it's almost two thirty, you think you two should be getting ready?" Xander asked, acting totally oblivious to what Spike, his sweet Spike had just
said.
//I never knew that about him.// Xander thought, a pain in his heart from what Spike had must have gone through. //I'll never love another like you, Spike// Xander�s thoughts ended, struggling to keep the tears
in check.
He sat on the bed, and watched his love put on his socks, trousers, boots, shirt, and the duster. //Where would my Spike be without it?// He thought with a
laugh.
"See something you like pet?" Spike asked, a glint in his eye showing he was on the verge of ripping those clothes back off.
"Nope, not one thing!" Xander said, managing to keep a straight face at Spike's hurt, frown.
"EVERYTHING!" Xander yelled out, jumping into Spike's arms, kissing him everywhere he could, leaving no area of skin untouched.
"When we get home pet." Was all Spike said, reminding Xander of the good, long lovemaking he was promised when they returned home.
Xander almost whimpered in impatience that 'that' day was not yet here.
"Shuush, pet. Soon!" Spike spoke quietly, giving Xander a nip on the nose with his teeth.
After a quiet cough from Angel the three men set out to fight the Demon, save the world and make it home for tea. Or breakfast, as Spike had put it.
"It should be in this area." Angel said. No sooner had he spoke than a mangled scream could be heard from...of course, the sewers.
//Where else?// Xander thought, a sigh escaping his lips.
The three men got into the sewer, both Vampire's eye's immediately accustomed to the dark, but Xander's not. He grabbed onto Spike's pinky finger and swinging his arm gently, which Spike found oddly endearing.
A light ahead was the signal that this is where the great fight for the planet would happen.
Xander had no words to describe what he was seeing. Fortunately, Spike did.
"Bloody ugly git, eh pet?"
Xander laughed out loud, drawing the creatures' attention away from the three unfortunate souls it had been snacking on.
"Whoops."
"Bloody hell!" Spike muttered, quickly grabbing Xander and diving down, managing to escape the beast's firey poison it had just spat.
Angel set right to work, stabbing and ducking the creature many times over, whilst Spike took the creature from the other side, thinking the underneath
would be the beasts weak spot.
The fight must have been going on minutes before Xander realised he was one of the three and should start helping out.
Xander's mind as he fought the beast head on, was what he had discovered right before they set off. Angel had been on the phone as Spike and he kissed passionately. Presumably with Giles.
Scribbled on it was what looked like more of the text of the prophecy.
"From the three, two shall rise and one shall fall." Angel had written down, in what looked like a hurry.
His thoughts were mixed. //Who's gonna die, how will it happen. Will it be me? I am the weakest.//
Xander immediately took the approach that it would be himself that would die, been the obvious weakness of the three. He wanted to know how it would happen. If it would be quick. Would Spike cry over his body, as he lay dead.
His thoughts had grown more and more hopeless as they walked towards the beast, and now that that moment was here, he was going to do as much damage as he could.
He fought the beast with the strength and skill a Vampire would be proud of. Ignoring the pains of his smooth flesh been ripped open, and scarred.
It looked as though the fight was nearing an end, after about forty-five minutes more. Deciding to go the violent route instead of the magic one, Giles, Willow and Buffy had planned on.
The creature was barely struggling now, much to Spike and Angel�s delight, when Spike saw Xander's vulnerability, and that the creature was going to make one last ditch attempt to take advantage.
Diving with the speed of any jungle cat, he threw Xander to the side and been swallowed whole by the creature.
"SPIKE!" Xander screamed the agony his heart was feeling, probably more so than that Spike would feel.
The destiny was fulfilled?
Xander's thoughts were muddled. //It shouldn't have been Spike. It should've been me!// Xander cried.
No Spike meant no meaning to Xander now. A year ago, no Spike would mean no worries, but now.... Now, it meant his life was empty.
Turning from the creature, and Angelus, who was stabbing the creature into hell, he walked away, uncaring for the world that had so cruelly taken his
love from him.
Xander walked and walked, not sure where he was going. He had the money that Spike had given him a few months back. He had been told by Spike, he hadn't just been plotting and waiting to kill slayers all those years, and had been smart, like Angel and kept some money aside. Lots of money actually, in the hundreds of thousands.
"Perhaps millions!" Spike had said, not really sure anymore.
He simply handed the credit card that the money was locked in, over to the attendant at Los Angeles airport, stating 'anywhere' as his destination.
The attendant looked at Xander in sympathy, seeing more than she would like case's like Xander's every week. Choosing somewhere in Europe, Italy to be exact, as his destination.
The plane took off, Xander not caring, or barely realising where he was or what he was doing, but vowing never to return to LA, or the entire country
again until his heart had healed.
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Meanwhile, whilst Xander was buying his ticket.
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"BLOODY HELL!" A shout came from inside the beast's stomach after Angel gave it his final blow.
Angel's eyebrows nearly hit the roof when he saw Spike emerging, covered in goo, from the monsters huge mouth.
"Xanpet, time for that fun we had pl....." Spike trailed off; noticing Xander was nowhere in sight.
"He's left, Spike." Angel said, in fake sadness.
The truth was he had seen Xander leave, thinking he would be returning to his apartment, or maybe Sunnydale, which would give him the chance he needed.
"Left?" Spike asked, unconcerned, still wiping at the goo.
"Yes." Angel replied. "After he thought...you died." Angel said, hoping he sounded as defeated enough to trick Spike. //Looks like it!// He thought, as Spike's frown grew.
"He thinks I'm dead?"
"Well you were eaten by a fucking monster Spike, figure it out!" Angel yelled in frustration, letting his fake sadness slip.
"He said..."
"What! Try to finish your sentence's you bloody pouf!" Spike screamed, now nose to nose with the annoying Vampire.
"He said he felt nothing! There, are you happy?!" Angel yelled as if upset, but really having fits of laughter at his childes look of sadness.
"Nothing." Spike said, not asking, not been able to take in everything. The one person he thought truly loved him, for him had left him.
"Yes. Said he knew it was time to move on when he thought you were dead. No tears to shed, nothing."
Spike accepted everything Angel told him, struggling to believe everything.
//If he's back at the poufs house, or back in Sunnydale where gonna have words.// Spike thought, his Demon roaring inside.
But Xander was not at the apartment, to which even Angel looked slightly worried.
He was not in Sunnydale when he returned.
//If he didn't love me, why would he leave?// Spike thought, seeing all his love's possessions still in the basement.
The remaining Scooby gangs had slayed the Demon with success as well, and were all concerned over Xander's disappearance.
However, as time went on, and after much searching from Giles, Angel�s contacts, Spike's contacts, and even Slayers in training, Xander had been given up on.
The years went by, as Spike continued to live in the basement that he had shared so many happy memories. Xander's parents died only a few years later. 'An accident' Spike had called it.
Willow was the only one, besides Spike who still believed her friend was alive and well, somewhere. The years continued on, and Spike watched as the people who were as close to friends as he'd ever had in his life, slowly began to wither away.
He watched as his closest friend, Willow, or beautiful red as he knew her matured into a bright talented woman, who never left Buffy's side throughout the Slayer�s longer than expected existence.
Buffy died at age 34, a year after Giles had passed on. It had been a pretty senseless death. A severe case of food poisoning if you can believe that.
Willow became a watcher.
//You would be proud of her Xand.// Spike thought to himself as he looked at the years gone by.
//She's as good as Giles ever was. She's everything we both knew she could be!//
Willow lived for too short a time as well. Making it to sixty, before taken away from Spike in a terrible accident with a Slayer in training. Her neck was snapped.
"I know you're out there Xan" Spike said to no one. There was no one left.
It was no 5 years after willow death. Making it 47 years since Xander had gone, and left him for no reason that Spike had ever thought of.
He left Willow's grave that he had sat at every night since she had passed. Brought a fresh orchid every day.
//Orchids// Spike thought with a small grin, remembering one night about ten years back when they'd been talking.
--Ten Years Back-
"Now you listen to me, William." Willow said, playing the angry wife. "Don't you dare even think about roses. How generic can you be? Something more unusual,
like Orchids!" She said, with a big smile.
"For you, luv, anything!" Spike agreed.
-Present-
He wandered down the still new-looking streets of Sunnydale, entering the house that Willow had left him. Walking past the still unopened box that Willow had also left for him, telling him that it would be a...surprise.
He entered Willow's, now his bedroom. Cuddled down on the emerald silk sheets in which Willow was so fond of, and drifted off into a peaceful slumber, his lover the only thing on his mind.
Part Five
Spike woke up that morning, his body still, after so many years attuned to Xander's body clock. Doing his routine of going downstairs, mixing his weetabix with blood and sitting down to watch some old cartoons.
It was a simple routine, but something Spike felt made Xander more alive within him.
It was at that time; when Spike was just sitting down to have his breakfast when there was a knock at the door.
"WHAT?!" Spike grunted, angrily, glad that the sun was not at this side of the house in the morning.
What he saw was almost too much for his Vampire senses to take in.
//Beautiful// Were his only thoughts.
Stood in front of him were his pet, his love, and his nummy...Xander.
Faster than the human eyes could see, Spike had pulled Xander in a bruising hug, hoping upon hopes this was not a dream.
"Oh, Xan, is it really you?" Spike asked, not caring how emotional he was feeling.
Spike showered kisses all over Xanders face, finally tasting, after far too many years the sweet lips he remembered.
The kiss was short, but intense, that gave Spike the only proof he needed that it was really happening.
"Oh, Spike." Xander said, pausing to take a few breaths. The years had been good to Xander, but his physical appearance showed his frailness.
Spike moved back, taking Xander�s warm, //so warm// Spike thought with glee, as he took Xander�s hand.
The entered the living room to where the cartoons were still playing, that got a laugh from Xander.
"Oh, bloody hell!" Spike moaned, seeing his breakfast had turned all soft and soggy in the cereal.
"Oh, you think that's funny, eh, pet?" Spike asked, a wicked glint in his eye's, before pouncing on the, now old man.
"S-Spike!" Xander groaned his body no longer to take the Vampire's rough, but playful attacks.
Spike pouted, realising he may be back, but back after too much time.
"What happened, Xander?" Spike asked, taking a place on the sofa, and patting the seat next to him.
"I saw you die, Spike." He took a breath, still a little weak from the playful times they had just had.
"I saw you eaten, and I couldn't take it. I...my entire world died at that moment, Spike. No you meant no reason."
"Reason?" Spike asked, cursing himself for interrupting.
"To live, Spike. You were...are my everything. It was like my very soul had been ripped from me, and it was all too much."
"So?"
"How did I know you were still around, now?" Xander finished for him. "I didn't until a few years ago, and I thought...oh I thought you would've moved on Spike. I never thought you'd wait this long for me." Xander continued speaking, tears in his eyes.
"I could never go on, pet. I loved you. I always have!" Spike spoke, with fierceness in his voice.
"I came back Spike, because....even if you had moved on...had someone else in your life I needed to say goodbye."
It took Spike several moments to realise what his lover was saying, and when he did his eye's flicked yellow.
"Goodbye?!" He roared. "Just where the hell do you think you're going? To peaches? You always did have a hard-on for him!" Spike's voice remained in a growl, but there was real pain to his words.
"Never, Spike. He may have a soul, a sexy body and a beautiful name, but..."
"But what?"
"You're MY Angel, Spike."
"Oh pet." Spike said, his emotions a rush with love, hurt, pain, confusion, lust, guilt and a mix of many more.
"I came to say goodbye because..." Xander coughed. "I'm dying.
"I'll turn you!" Spike said, his fangs heading for Xander's neck ready to change his love.
"No!!" Xander yelled, quickly moving from the sofa.
Spike looked at him with anger and pain in his blue/golden eyes.
"Spike, I've lived my life. I've seen so much," He moved his arms out trying to emphasise the passion he felt for his years. "Throughout my life I've seen so
much, Spike. I've lived such a full life, with such a huge emptiness. That was you."
Spike watched as Xander continued, beginning to understand there time was up, and he was finally for the first time since Xander had disappeared, at peace.
"I've missed you too, pet. So much you wouldn't believe." Spike stroked Xander's aged, wrinkled cheek gently.
He took a moment to take in the Xander he was now, to the picture that was embedded in his memory and that he had taken to bed with him each night.
Xander had aged well. His thick, brown hair had thinned out and had greyed completely. His eye's looked worn and tired, as did the rest of his face. His skin was wrinkled, but not overly so. His entire body looked slimmer, and Spike could smell a disease within Xander.
"Is it..."
"Cancer. Yes." Xander answered for his mate, having come to terms with his illness a long time ago.
(Days pass)
Days went by, in which Xander and Spike shared some memorable and happy moments together. Xander made sure that Spike would not punish Angel for what he did. Angel had paid for his sins, and made redemption. The hard, soulless Vampire could not but be moved to tears as he saw his beautiful lover decaying more with every second that passed. He could feel the Cancer taking
the final, crippling steps to ending the life that was Xander Harris.
(The Last Morning)
As he had done for generations past, Spike woke up with when humans did, in the morning, when all other Vampire's and un-dead creatures were sleeping.
A mad rush of coughing and spits of blood came from Xander's mouth, signalling his final moments.
"Xander, pet...listen to me!" Spike begged, frantically. "Don't leave me, Xan. You hear me!"
"I-It's o-o-okay." Xander struggled to speak through the painful coughs, blood filling his mouth. Raising his hand he gently stroked Spike's pale, sculpted
cheek.
"I g-got (cough) to have...(cough) you Spike. To (cough) see y-you one l-last (cough) time (cough) b-before I-I die."
The blood was dripping from his mouth and down his chin, for the first time in Spike's existence the sweet smelling blood holding no pull for his Demon, who remained silent.
"Pet, no! Stay with me. We didn't have enough time. You can't leave me yet, it's too soon." Spike cried, watching, as the man he loved slipped away from him.
Xander gave Spike one of his smiles that even time couldn't alter. "N-Never thought I'd be (cough) s-saying something s-so cheesy (cough) Spike, but I-I'll always (cough) be (cough) with you!" He finished the coughs taking over any further speech.
"I'll never forget you Xander, you hear me!?" Spike said, quietly close up to Xander.
Over the few days they'd had together Spike had learned one of Xander's biggest fears was that he'd die, and no one would be left to remember him. Willow, Buffy, Giles were all gone.
Xander gave another beaming smile to his love, his strength coming to an end, the coughs ending.
"The pain�s all gone Spike." Xander said, his mind already gone leaving only a skeleton in his mind. "I'm gonna be okay!"
Spike couldn't hold back the fresh blood tears at the innocence and relief that now covered Xander's voice.
"Yes, pet. Everything's gonna be okay now."
With that, his love's eye's closed the brown pools of light closing for the last time. Leaning down Spike pressed his lips to the still warm lips of Xander.
"Goodbye, luv."
The End
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