Authored by: Tisienne (tistoo)
Pairing: S/X (duh)
Rating: NC-17 overall
Disclaimer: I am NOT Joss Whedon, as he is GOD and I am definitively NOT, sad to say. No money or profits being made here.
Summary (to date): Spike left Sunnydale partway through season 7. He kept in touch with Xander via e-mail. Xander was excluded from much Scooby S7 stuff and never lost his eye (yes, this is an AU that accepts canon as writ until it diverged). Buffy still asked Xander to get Dawn away and he succeeded better than in the show. Xander and Dawn are in Philadelphia and the boys have gotten somewhat... involved.
A/N: It's been almost 3 months since I've had the time or inclination to write. For those who care why, please see my LJ. I make no promises as to when the next part after this will be posted because nothing has really changed. Hopefully you guys can and will understand.
Previous parts can be found HERE
A/N 2: MANY thanks to the lovely and fantastic angstpuppy for the pic (which I can't find right now) and icon (which I can) that she made to go with this story. YOU, my dear, are an amazing human!
A/N 3: As well as being for angstpuppy, this part is dedicated to my dear friends nyghtpet, denied_heaven, and altyronsmaker... whom I've not spoken with in far too long, entirely due to ME and my own drama. I love you guys. I've just been... bleh. *sends virtual hugs for all*
And that being said... on with the fic, yes?
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Something had definitely changed between her ‘Uncles’ and Dawn knew it.
Oh, the tension was still there, but it was… mellowed, sort of, and both of the men seemed somehow more comfortable with each other and themselves, which the girl was very glad of.
She snuck another glance at them from beneath her lashes, grinning to herself at the way they were tangled together on the couch, Spike hurling kernels of popcorn at the TV and making rude comments to the characters whenever they did something that was—in his opinion—‘bloody well stupid’, and Xander simply laughing and reminding the vampire that the vacuum worked for demons as well as humans.
“Might work for us, pet,” she heard Spike say, “But that doesn’t mean I’m goin’ ta use it…”
Her smile grew deeper when Xander leaned close to Spike’s ear and said something—probably a threat of some kind—that had the blond blinking and agreeing to clean up while Xander was at work the next day.
She was still grinning as the movie ended, credits rolling undisturbed for a moment before being compressed to make room for the image of one of the local news anchors.
“More news from Sunnydale, California,” he announced, smiling as though the town had won the lottery rather than being sucked into a hole. “Salvage crews have discovered the remains of…”
“Don’t much care, do we?” Spike snapped, tossing the remote onto the coffee table and pulling away from the warm shape of his boy. “Nothin’ left for any of us there, yah?”
Xander took a sharp breath, forcing himself not to look at Dawn. “Spike…”
Although her wide grin had faded, Dawn managed to muster a tiny smile.
She sat up fully, pulling herself from the couch-slouch she’d been in, and stared seriously at the two men. “Guys…” she began, small tears forming in the corners of her eyes, “I know, okay? I mean, I’m ‘brilliant’, right? I…” She swallowed hard and let out a long, deep breath. “If we haven’t heard anything by now, she… they didn’t make it. I can… deal.”
Xander was the first to speak after Dawn’s declaration, and when he did it was with a certain sort of amazed wonderment. “But she did, Dawny,” he finally said. “She made sure you made it out, so in a way… she’s still with us.”
Spike watched his girl’s face as it trembled and shivered. He watched her eyes as they blinked repeatedly. He watched her arms wrap closely around her own slim waist, and he… caved, just like he always did at the slightest sign of his Niblet in distress.
Mere seconds later had the three of them knotted together in a comforting tangle, and if it took a good twenty minutes before any of them could speak without crying at the truth being spoke aloud, well… none of them would ever remind the others.
They actually managed to fall asleep just like that, each and every one of them soothed by the sensation of family, and when Dawn woke hours later and somehow slipped from the hold of her two ‘brothers’—or ‘Uncles’—she was amazed that they hadn’t all fallen off of the couch.
She smiled as Spike and Xander snuggled into each other once she was gone, then went to their room and grabbed a blanket to cover them with before going to her own room and changing.
They were both worn out, she figured. Why wake them?
She snuggled down good and warm with her bunny, holding it to her less desperately than she’d done in the past and forced herself to relax as the CD Bailey had burned for her played in the machine next to her bed.
Her sister was dead. Willow was dead. Giles, Andrew, Anya, Faith, the Potentials… They were all gone.
She’d known it already, of course, because otherwise they’d have heard something. But tonight… tonight she’d admitted it out loud, and it felt… right.
They’d done their best with the Sunnydale Survivors Sanctuary, and they’d reunited hundreds of families—human and otherwise. Hell, they’d even included their own information on the ‘who are we’ page.
So, Dawn told herself as she drifted off to sleep again, her sister was gone. So were Xander’s parents and his best friend. She wasn’t the only one who’d lost something.
But maybe, her jumbled thoughts supplied, maybe she’d found something, too…
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Waking up so close to Xander had been an eye-opener for him, if only because of the way his human’s cock felt when it was pressed so hard and tight to the cleft of his ass.
And there was no getting away from it—even if he’d wanted to, which he didn’t—because Xander somehow had him face-first against the back of the sofa.
He had a moment of panic when he wondered what had happened to the Bit, but when he focused he could hear her heart just a-thumping away in her room, and… why were they on the couch again?
Then Xander mumbled something indecipherable and rocked against him… and Spike didn’t care, mostly because he was forming a plan.
It wasn’t a good plan, and even in his sleep-befuddled state, he knew it. But it was still a plan.
“Mmmmm…” he mumbled—step one in the plan—“We should… get ta bed, pet…”
Xander barely heard Spike’s voice, although it did register. “Nnnnghhhh…” he grunted, his arms closing tighter around the sleek, toned form before him. His lips found the nape of a cool neck and he rumbled happily in his sleepy state as he nipped there.
“Xander,” Spike groaned, pressing back into that intimacy, “Please, luv… need ta feel your skin on mine, yah? An’ we can’t do that out here where Dawn might see… not without runnin’ the chance of losin’ her…”
It was the mention of Dawn that had Xander swimming up from his slumberous condition so quickly, and he blushed when he realized he was biting the back of Spike’s neck. “Uh… okay…” He ignored the fact that he was hard and nearly… but they had clothes on, so it didn’t count, he figured.
Spike sighed softly and entirely to himself when Xander let go of him and moved away. That didn’t stop him from getting up himself and following, of course, his eyes locked on his bloke’s ass.
Screw the plan. Plans were for… vamps other than himself.
With that thought in mind, he waited until they were in their room and the door was locked before stripping to nothing and grabbing his fully clothed love.
Xander blinked, then laughed. Spike wanted to play? Well, it was Saturday night and he didn’t have to work until Monday, so he didn’t really have a problem with playing at a bit of slap and tickle…
Cotton flew as though it had developed wings, and in less than a minute, Spike was pressing himself to warm, silky skin.
“Want you inside me, Xan,” Spike moaned, rubbing hard against his bloke’s hot body. “Please, Xander… want you ta take me, have me, fill me up, yah? Been waitin’ so long, luv… so bloody long…”
And the plan was back on… or so he thought until he saw the shuttered look descending in his boy’s eyes.
“No!” Xander whimpered, pulling away, “I won’t… won’t h-hurt you like that, Spike! I l-love you! I can’t…”
And if it wasn’t the way he’d imagined his bloke saying those words out loud, Spike was just happy to hear them. Hell, he hadn’t even been sure Xander could say them. But he had, and there was no taking them back, and Spike was glad.
Still, he didn’t want to take the easy way out and say that pain was a vampire thing, even though it was for the most part. If he told his Xan that, after all, then his bloke would be convinced that he was right about how much it had to hurt, and… Spike desperately wanted to be inside his boy some day, just as much as he wanted his boy in him right then.
So he pulled Xander close again, their bodies colliding roughly, then dragged him down onto the bed. His hands cupped that too-paled face and he stared into wide and frantic brown eyes.
“You’re not your Dad, pet,” Spike said softly and seriously, “And I’m a good bit older than ten, yah?” He forced a tiny smile on his face when Xander looked… broken.
“Love you too, Xan… and it doesn’t have ta hurt like that. Doesn’t have ta make you—or me—bleed.”
Xander shook his head, doing his best not to heave at the thought of doing to someone else what had been done to him. “I… it’s not…” He sobbed softly, burying his face in the crook of Spike’s neck. “I can’t, Spike! I… I remember… how it feels!”
The blond held his lover closer, tighter, rubbing his cheek against soft, dark hair.
“D’you trust me?” he finally asked, unable to see any other way out of their situation. “Tell me true, Xan. Do you trust me? For real and certain, pet.”
One deep breath. Two. A third, and all of them exhaled against Spike’s collarbone.
A softly muttered “Y-yeah…”
“Then believe me,” Spike answered. “It can hurt, yah. Think you know that, pet. Doesn’t have to, though… not like that.”
He twitched, then wrapped the fingers of one hand in Xander’s silken locks, pulling the boy’s head back until sure blue eyes met frightened brown.
“Have me, luv,” Spike whispered. “No pain. No fear. Nothing but pure want, yah?”
Xander swallowed hard and shook his head. He couldn’t ever… not to Spike, not to anyone, and… and then he thought about Kent, of all people.
Kent who was so very, very gay…
Kent who had made no secret of the fact that he liked to both pitch and catch.
Kent who’d nearly brought down the ceiling when he’d gotten a paper cut a few days earlier because it had hurt so badly, and…
And Xander wanted Spike. There was no getting around that fact.
Hell, ‘little’ Xander was entirely on board, even. He was throbbing and seeping and he didn’t care where he went as long as he went somewhere.
“I… I don’t know how to…” Xander started, only to have his voice fade as he realized exactly how much he didn’t know. “Spike, I… fuck, please don’t let me hurt you.”
The vampire smiled, holding his bloke closer still. “Won’t hurt me, luv,” he murmured. “Or not in the bad way, yeah? Want you, I do. Makes a world of difference…”
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TBC... sooner rather than later, I hope...