Pairing: Xander/Spike (don’t be fooled by the Willow beginning)
Rating: Mature Audiences – for content and themes
Summary: There was a spell and a book and then... it all pear shaped and he ended up on paper!
Spoilers: Canon is Post S7 BtVS and S5 AtS.
Warnings: M/M – if you don't like boys together, don't play here!
Harsh circumstances and difficult start as always with Daisy the muse....
Please be nice. FB is good... bit precious of late - health issues... you know the gig.
Xander and Spike lay joined on their parchment for a full day. Their mating link firing constantly but Willow and Lacie had not tucked them away, so they were on show in the middle of the table with no chance to move as the two witches poured over their texts in an effort to find a solution.
Thankfully Spike was now apparently sun proof and Xander felt the joy through their mating link as the sun touched Spike’s illustrated face in the late afternoon. At 2am the two witches gave in to exhaustion the lights went out and they were left alone to properly consummate their love once again, both so aroused that it only took Xander to arch up a little, his wings at full span before Spike filled Xander’s illustrated body and Xander splattered his own seed onto Spike’s chest, though in the morning there would be but a tiny ‘watermark’ on the picture.
They remained joined but now it was for comfort and quiet petting. For the next few hours Spike stroked the magnificent wings, the face, his claim mark, the thick curly hair. He brushed a gentle finger over the peak of the pointed ears, and ran both hands down the spine to the tail. One hand on the top, one hand underneath, he caressed the appendage and its silky locks again and again. Xander was almost in a trance as he let the rhythmic stroking take him, belatedly aware that his manhood was twitching and at full mast.
After nearly an hour, Xander had dripped precum in a significant pool on Spike’s belly and came back to full awareness
“Oh G#$% Spike… Please…”
Spike continued the strokes on the underside of Xander’s tail but also began to thrust up and used the other hand to reach between them and take Xander in hand.
Xander came once more and immediately felt a second round of cool seed fill him. Both lay sated and as Willow and Lasie returned to the study, there was no need to move – they were already in position, Xander lying on top of his friend, ‘impaled’, but the two witches both did note the blissful smiles on the men’s faces, a shift from the original anguished look.
There was little to say in the end. Both were tired and distressed by the return to their illustrated state but less so than the first time, and were slightly shocked when Willow tucked them into two of the love Sonnets 53 and 54 by Shakespeare. William/Spike was annoyed as much as faerie Xander was amused – it was payback for the many times Spike had tucked him into texts that were designed to arouse or make a point, and this was whimsical and beautiful, and Willow was sending them both a message. But the reality was that they were still both joined and aroused and… and…
It was a full three days before Willow reversed the spell. She and Lacie absenting themselves from the room as the two came and pulled apart with a rather undignified ‘plop’ and consequent collapse. Then rejoined as the pages were opened and the spell revoked.
After the chanting the two witches had made tea and had their own amorous moment, and finally the two males were up and dressed… at least in pants, though Xander’s were somewhat ‘Jerry-rigged’ to accommodate his tail. It was mainly the front he was worried about, so Spike and he had cut away the whole back end of his jeans and used a belt instead. It went comfortably *over* his tail, and looked perfectly normal at the front… well as normal as a bare-chested, extremely buffed, six foot faerie wearing jeans, with a 12ft wing span, tail and pointy ears could ever look!
They presented themselves similarly bare-chested at Willow’s door. She and Lacie were in deep discussion.
“So Red… What’ya got for us?
“Umm Yup … Some good news I hope… well good so long as you two are happy… you know being as you are.”
Xander may not have been in his original human form, but did understand the question on all of its levels. “And that means?
“It means no more changes. It means we ‘let you out’ then burn the parchment. But it also means… Xan it means you will be like this forever… At least until Spike, well until… there’s dust. Then you will dust too.”
Xander didn’t even slow down, simply turned to his partner and mumbled “Do it.”
They kissed passionately then the two stood in a desperate, quiet embrace while the spell was invoked and the parchment set alight, both still convinced that this might be their last moment.
The Latin was easy enough for Spike to understand – the gist of it being a reversal of a curse and returning the ‘body to the current realm for all time’.
There was no bright flash or dramatic change, just the paper burning to dust and the faerie in his arms… staying in his arms!
There would be no more parchment days. What was now, was forever. All the vampire could muster was “Ohhh” before falling into game face and grazing his partner’s neck lightly then begin to suckle as they hugged even tighter and hoped. He pulled apart for a moment to mark his own neck with a sharp nail and rejoice as his faerie latched on and drank of him. This was no ordinary partnering.
As William/Spike and Xander slept, Willow and Lacie collapsed into their own embrace, utterly spent from the spell.
Xander was now *really* part of the fae and also Mated to a Master Vampire. His signature called to all brethren in the region – as did their raw mating signal.
The following night, unbeknownst to the owner, the hotel was visited by more magical folk than had been in the city for years… all peacefully paying their respects, curious as to the pulse through the magical fabric and honoured to be in the presence of such an unusual faerie. Some blessed the new couple… the vampires came to pay tribute to a legendary Master. All left peacefully – though there may have been some local drunkards a few streets away finding themselves some pints short of alive.
Spike was comfortable with the vampire interaction – old hat really and his Spanish was not so bad – though his accent was mainland Spain rather than Southern America… all too harsh!
But Xander found the other fae utterly amazing! Tiny faeries, wood and water nymphs, tributes from the sea it was all a little overwhelming... To realize that he truly had become one of them… was extraordinary and took some time to process.
He’d lived with the wings and the ears and the tail for months, even years, he wasn’t really sure, but to be *real* permanently, to have others recognize and welcome him, to realise he had a magical signature was consistent with his appearance… was just a little overwhelming. Internally he still felt sort of like Xander, the Scoobie, the man, but now he was truly a faerie, mated to a vampire. He had wings capable of lifting them into the sky to make love and a heart that begged for his vampire to agree to join with him at any moment.
And after all the fuss… he felt strong arms circle him from behind, not in lust but for love, then a beloved baritone said, “C’mon Pet, been a long night, reckon those feathers could do with a strokin’.”
With that the faerie Xander let himself be led to bed, relaxing on his side, his wings comfortably folded and was literally stroked to sleep.
Two weeks later saw the four in regional Peru again. The decision to return to England had been made but this time it would have to be in night stages and with a glamour for Xander. Willow contacted the council, Andrew in particular. For all his quirky ways he still had a great deal of influence. There would be a private plane, flying at night, so long as they could get to Miami in two days.
They farewelled Willow and Lacie… there were no words… but Spike opened his wrist gave of himself to each witch… and as Xander’s wings expanded then gently folded to envelope his age old friend as Willow cried a little, hugged him and sent a blessing that both he and Spike be safe. And they would need all the help they could get as they tried to get through Immigration/Customs in Miami.
Xander’s glamour was fine until they got to Miami, but separated from his mate since Spike’s passport was a UK/European one and his was USA, spelt trouble.
Spike was in a long line and well back as he was asked to explain his Sunnydale heritage – given that it was now a ‘no go zone’ due to earthquakes and such. He did his best but as his nervousness rose, his grip on the glamour diminished. Thankfully it was only his ears and tail that emerged – the former covered by rather long curly brunette locks, the latter uncomfortably, painfully extending into his jeans.
In the end, all was well and though his shoulders itched, he did not ‘sprout’ and was admitted through, picking up their luggage by the time Spike emerged from the crowd. Their luggage was scanned and on exit they were met by Damon – Spike immediately read minion… and how the heck the Council now employed vampires he would never know!
They were led to a car and then driven to a hanger area in a second, private airport.
They were to land in Philadelphia for refuelling and an Immigration/Customs check as they left the country, but essentially the trip was hassle free. And *finally* Xander relaxed. He let the glamour drop and opting for lying face down on the couch as soon as they were at cruising height, wings now exposed, tail free and both relaxed over a sleeping faerie.
Spike too eventually snuggled under the faerie’s pretty wings and both slept until the crew announced their arrival at Gatwick.
The glamour was again invoked but only lasted as far as the old VW van that the coven members picked them up in.
The reception at the coven was literally a breath taking one – the breathing on the part of the coven members. Xander was beautiful, his white magical energy strong enough to cause some of the younger members to be quite overcome. His Mated Master and Ensouled Vampire was equally powerful though with dark power. Like in Peru, it drew every fae creature in the region to the coven. Even as they stood waiting to see the High Mistress, close to a hundred creatures were at the wide southern windows begging for entry, their only barrier, the wards.
As they entered the Mistress’s inner sanctum, Andrew flew at Spike and Giles sat heavily on the couch as he all but passed out recognizing the former boy he all but treated as a son.
Xander looked with wanting at his partner but addressed his ageing teacher, his friend, the ex-Watcher as he knelt at his feet, there was no option as sitting on a lounge suite was utterly out of the question with his wings.
“It was my choice Giles. In the end it was my choice. And Willow made it work… She took the spell adjusted it and… now it’s real.”
Giles was all but overwhelmed, “Oh my dear boy! But how can you… how is this even possible?”
“Willow thinks it is the mating… we fixed it by mating.”
“You and Willow?”
“Me and Spike… Lovingly and gently and oh *G#$* Giles! I, we… we’re partners, Mated partners… in the Vampire slash Faerie tradition – although it’s not that much!”
Giles pulled off his glasses and looked extremely tired. “Yes I *do* understand … completely and utterly… and for you now… I see that you have made… choices and Mated? Yes…wonderful… just give me a moment.”
Xander’s improved hearing was unneeded as Giles excused himself, retreated to the kitchen and blew his nose then took a few deep breaths before re-entering the room.
“Xander you are now one of the ‘other’ and are very powerful. But do be careful how you use that power – I umm… I wish I had better advice but… um… the fae are not really on the Watchers’ dial as they are all white energy… but you… you are Mated to the dark, it’s extraordinary! Extraordinary.”
“Yeah well that just me Silly XtraXanMan… could be a movie in it don’t you think? Anyways… onward and upward, got a boyfriend to treat.” The grin was very worthy of Spike and as Xander stepped to the door, spread his wings, and took off for the stars Giles again gave in to grief, though this time it was confused. The boy he knew had indeed died and what had come back was so changed, but still… still the jovial loving Xander was all there. The old Watcher could not really grieve and the tears were also those of genuine happiness.
Xander flew easily across many a hedgerow, simply enjoying the sensation of power once again, but returned as he felt the pull of his Mate, Spike answering the High Mistress’s insistence that he and his Mate unite and ‘contribute’ to the coven energy for the winter solstice…
What is your substance, whereof are you made,
That millions of strange shadows on you tend?
Since every one hath, every one, one shade,
And you, but one, can every shadow lend.
Describe Adonis, and the counterfeit
Is poorly imitated after you;
On Helen's cheek all art of beauty set,
And you in Grecian tires are painted new:
Speak of the spring and foison of the year;
The one doth shadow of your beauty show,
The other as your bounty doth appear;
And you in every blessed shape we know.
In all external grace you have some part,
But you like none, none you, for constant heart.
O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem
By that sweet ornament which truth doth give!
The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem
For that sweet odour which doth in it live.
The canker-blooms have full as deep a dye
As the perfumed tincture of the roses,
Hang on such thorns and play as wantonly
When summer's breath their masked buds discloses:
But, for their virtue only is their show,
They live unwoo'd and unrespected fade,
Die to themselves. Sweet roses do not so;
Of their sweet deaths are sweetest odours made:
And so of you, beauteous and lovely youth,
When that shall fade, my verse distills your truth.