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Xander And The Beast

Title: Xander And The Beast (With a nod and a wink to the Fairytale Beauty And The Beast)
Warnings: AU, Fantasy, M/M sex, some humour, mild violence, swearing, angst, OOC, varying chapter lengths, animal deaths. UNBETA'D. Original Writing,
Rating: NC17 overall, various chapters PG-NC17
Pairing: 100% S/X
Author: Naughty_Fae
Comments: Comment if you want to, though it would be nice to know someone is reading it.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, everything belongs to someone who is not me. I write for fun not profit.

AN 1: Although Sunnydale character names have been used they are NOT necessarily in their Sunnydale persona's. William = A version of Spike NOT human William as in BTVS.

Note 1: This is AU/Fantasy and the concept of 'Vampire' expressed here may not be what you expect.

Note 2: My heartfelt thanks go out to my dear friend Bmblbee, for holding my hand through the writing process. *Hugs*

Note 3: This is a plot driven story. What sex there is happens in the natural course of the plot and as part of Spike and Xander's relationship.

Written in 8 chapters. 1-4 will be posted throughout today (1/12/09) and 5-8 throughout tomorrow. (2/12/09)

Summary: Lord William is handsome, vain, proud, arrogant and foolish but not intrinsically wicked, cruel or unkind. When he turns an old beggar woman away from his castle, he sets in motion a chain of events which see him transformed into a beast, a Vampire. Can he find one person in all the world who will look without fear on the face of the beast and declare their true love and break the spell.

Chapter 6/8

Rating: NC17 Overall


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Chapter 6/8

Rating: NC17 Overall

"Every move you make
Every step you take,
I'll be watching you."


Winter had always been the most perilous time of year for Spike, by the simple virtue that everywhere he went he left footprints in the snow, footprints that even a huntsman like Angelus couldn't fail to miss and follow. Spike's love for Xander consumed his mind and made him drop his guard and the Vampire grew careless.

Since his judgement Spike had tried his hardest not to dislike anyone, of course he inevitably had his favorites in the village. Joyce the school mistress, Giles the doctor, Tara the gentle and kind village maiden, Anya with her blunt forthrightness, Riley the strong woodsman who managed the forest so well and Andrew trying so hard to fit in, Angelus, Spike did not like. His father Jacob had been an exemplary huntsman, skilled, hard working and knowledgeable. His husbandry of the animals had kept an even balance between prey and predator and saw to it both were strong, healthy and thrived. He never used traps but was skilled with both the bow and spear and he taught the young Angelus well, it wasn't that Angelus couldn't do it, he chose not to. Spike saw in him the same traits that had led to his own downfall. Vanity, greed, selfishness, arrogance, laziness and foolishness and added to it was something William had never been, cruel. He didn't care for the animals or their suffering. He didn't manage the great herds of deer or cull the wolf pack, that had fallen to Spike to do. And he didn't wonder at the tracks of a monster that wore boots, but he did notice the tracks were more frequently near the forest edge and often close to Rose cottage.

It was not only Angelus saw the tracks. Daniel on one of his unannounced visits saw them and was knowledgeable enough to know they were not made by Xander and while Willow pursued the notion that it was Anya captured Xander's heart, Daniel was of a different mind altogether and at last he voiced his thoughts. He arrived on a cold, crisp morning and saw the footprints in the snow leading to the cottage from the woods and returning there and although he didn't know why, he felt the urge to obliterate them. He went into the cottage and delivered the pies and preserves Willow had bid him take to her brother and engaged Xander in conversation, a conversation that led round to Miss Anya.

Daniel reached for Xander's hand and took it in his, Xander frowned. "Who we love Xander is between our hearts and God," he said gently. "a man may love a woman and a woman a man, for so it is meant to be."

"Daniel..?"

"I believe our rational mind has little to do with it." Daniel chuckled. "But I also believe a woman may love a woman and a man a man." Xander face grew serious. "I have seen the footprints in the snow leading to and from the forest, forgive me my dearest brother, but I do not believe it is Miss Anya has stolen your heart?"

Xander swallowed hard, he was bursting to tell someone about Spike, how wonderful he was and how much he cared for him. "You must tell your friend to be more careful and cover his tracks if you wish to avoid discovery." Daniel continued. Xander nodded and after much entreaty to keep the secret and heartfelt promises that he would, Xander told Daniel about Spike. Daniel listened with rapt attention making no interruption and squeezing Xander's hand when he faltered in his tale. When Xander finished Daniel thought for a while, then spoke. "That is a strange tale, I had no idea anyone lived in the forest. Normally I would counsel that you take care, we have no idea who his people are or what his intention might be, but that time is well passed. He has been attending you for months and has done you no harm, indeed you have found happiness and thrived in his care and company." Xander nodded eagerly. "And if as you say his features are greatly deformed, what of it? If it matters not to you, then it is certainly of no-one else's concern, all the same, I would like very much to make his acquaintance." Xander shook his head vehemently. "He will not allow it, he was terrified at approaching me, people have been very wicked and unkind to him I think and he is afraid."

Daniel frowned a little. "I do not think Willow and I are very frightening people, I certainly hope not."

"Even so, I do not think he will allow it."

"Well, it is between you of course." Daniel sighed. "But I think that we must tell Willow something, she is determined to get to the bottom of your happiness. It will not be long before she marches into the village and demands to know Miss Anya's intentions!" Both men laughed. "If we say that it is not Miss Anya, then she will only be the more determined to know who it is." Daniel concluded.

So it was reluctantly decided Willow would be told that Xander had great regard for another man and that because he thought himself ugly, he was shy and reclusive and that it might be a long time before she got to meet him. Daniel wasn't convinced she'd be satisfied, but it would have to do. Willow was, of course not satisfied.

Winter brought the chance for Spike to spend longer than ever in Xander's company. But it was a double edged blessing. Frequently the air hung thick about them and seemed to crackle with the sexual tension and barely restrained passion between them. Sometimes it grew so bad Spike thought he would go mad if he could not touch and hold Xander and he would abruptly take his leave, his dreams became more vivid and erotic.

Xander faired no better. He thought of excuses why they might touch, he stumbled against Spike so that the Vampire would catch him and hold him for a moment is his strong arms. His dreams were filled with the kisses, caresses and passion of a faceless lover and he would wake and sob into his pillow. Why didn't Spike trust him enough to believe that whatever his looks it would make no odds to Xander?

A fortnight passed since Xander had spoken to Daniel and late one evening Spike sat by the hearth reading to Xander a story of knights and dragons and pretty maidens. The air was electric between them and they had been dancing around each other all evening. Xander abruptly interrupted the story.

"Spike, why won't you let me touch your face?"

Spike was somewhat put out and startled by the sudden question. "Xander you know why, I am ugly and you will be repulsed by it."

"Indeed I will not!" Xander protested. "It hurts me that you do not trust enough in my regard for you that your looks do not matter." Spike set down the book. "Xander we have talked of this many times, I thought that it was settled between us." Spike asserted. "And if my looks truly do not matter to you, why do you want to feel my face?"

"Because I cannot go on dreaming every night about a man whose face I cannot see, whose features are hidden from me."

Spike could sense Xander's longing and distress and it tugged at his heart. "You dream of me?" He asked in wonder. "I do." Xander replied. Spike swallowed hard. "I, I dream of you also." He admitted. "Then let me touch your face, I beg of you." Xander pleaded. Spike thought for a moment, how much longer could they really go on as they were? It was becoming harder and harder for him to control himself and he sensed Xander's desire also. At length his mind made up, he nodded. "I think that the time has come." The two men stood and Spike braced himself, certain that Xander would recoil from him. He took Xander's hand and placed it on his cheek.

Spike was not prepared for what Xander's gentle touch would feel like. His skin seemed to burn and tingle and he groaned softly. Xander raised his other hand and put it to his cheek and gently he began to explore Spike's face. Tentative fingers traced the heavy brow, and ran across the bumps and furrows, thumbs explored the deep eye sockets and ran over closed eyelids, a deep rumble erupted from Spike's chest which startled them both. "Are you purring?" Spike cleared his throat somewhat embarrassed. "It would appear so," he affirmed. Xander smiled. "I didn't know you could."

"Neither did I."

"Don't stop."

So Spike didn't and the rumbling purr continued. Xander explored Spike's face for several minutes committing every detail to memory, the nose, the soft, full lips, then he felt his ears and his hair that hung in waves and curls to his collar base. Lastly he ran his hands down the slender neck and rested them on his shoulders. Spike waited with baited breath. Xander looked serious. "You are indeed most ugly," he smiled. "and I care not at all!" Spike sucked in a deep breath of air, relief coursing through his body as his tension relaxed. Suddenly Xander lent forward and kissed his cheek and the floodgates opened. Spike entwined his arms around his waist and lifted Xander to him, lips met and both men moaned, Spike nuzzled Xander's hair and Xander nuzzled his neck. Eager hands explored bodies and there were breathy moans and groans. Cocks grew hard and Spike cupped Xander's ass and pulled them together so they felt each other's desire. Hero rolled his eyes and adjusted his sleeping position, yawned and thought 'about time' and drifted back to sleep. With one fluid movement Spike scooped Xander up into his arms, Xander squealed and protested that he was not to be carried like a girl, Spike took no notice and carried him into the bedroom and set him gently on his feet.

Spike's quick hands had them both stripped naked in a matter of minutes and Xander shyly cupped his hands over his hard cock, but Spike would not have it and gently removed them. "You have nothing to be ashamed of or feel embarrassed about with me my love." he coaxed and kissed him deeply. Spike wrapped his long fingers around Xander's cock and stroked him, Xander groaned never having known the touch of any hand but his own. Spike guided Xander's hand to his own aching erection and Xander wrapped his fingers around it and mirrored Spike's movements. It felt strange in his hand, like his own cock but longer and more veined. Spike's groan changed into a soft growl as his passion grew. He wanted Xander, his body and cock throbbed and ached with need and the boy's tentative explorations were driving him mad. He teetered on the edge, biting the inside of his mouth with his fangs to distract himself as the heady scent of desire rolled off the boy, he picked Xander up and tossed him gently onto the small bed.

Spike arched over Xander kissing and nipping at the honeyed skin. Xander arched and writhed making breathy moans and gentle whimpers, Spike marveled at how responsive he was, how wanton. As the young Lord he'd had his choice of pretty serving girls and eager stable boys and servants, beautiful ladies and haughty noblemen but they all paled into insignificance against the handsome young carver that writhed beneath him. Spike knew that first times were apt to be hard and painful if not planned and that was for another night. He kissed his way down his body and licked at Xander's drooling cock. The boy mewled and Spike took him in his mouth being careful of his fangs and sucked. Xander cried out and arched. Spike grasped the slender hips and Xander curled his fingers into the mattress and panted as Spike's head bobbed up and down, Spike took him to the root and purred. Xander arched off the bed and jerked emptying ribbons of cum down Spike's throat which the vampire eagerly swallowed, tasting his lover for the first time. As the jerking stilled and Xander softened and slipped from his lips, Spike sought his own painful cock. He grasped himself and worked his hand ruthlessly until he stiffened, threw his head back and snarled as his hips jerked and cum spurted, pearly and hot over Xander's thighs and groin. Spike slumped onto a panting Xander and lay there for some moments as both their bodies calmed and excitement eased. Xander wrapped his arms round Spike and held him.

Spike stayed until the first streaks of dawn forced him back into the forest, he was careful to cover his tracks as he went. Xander begged him stay the day in the cottage, but Spike pointed out that he would receive at least one visitor and in the cottage he would be trapped and discovered, reluctantly Xander had to agree. Spike wasted no time in killing a meal and then made his way to his castle, he had much to think about.

Xander was euphoric he knew that everything had changed, he and Spike were at last true lovers and he could see no bar to their continued and future happiness. And for the next few weeks Xander was right.

Willow had tried several times in vain to get Xander to tell her more about the mysterious Spike, why she couldn't meet him and why they had to keep him secret. At length she resolved to take the matter into her own hands. Spike came in the evening, therefore she would visit Xander in the evening. She mentioned her plan to Daniel and he refused to be party to it, indeed he forbade her to do it, Willow took not the slightest notice. When she harnessed the fat pony to the cart herself and seemed hell bent on making the journey, Daniel being a good husband, agreed to take her.

They'd spent a pleasant evening chatting and Spike had read to Xander from a book of love poems and now they were ready for bed. They kissed and the Vampire was so distracted that he failed to scent or hear Willow and Daniel approach until it was too late. The cottage door was flung open and Willow entered in a flurry of snow, she looked directly at Spike and screamed. Daniel ran into the cottage, saw Spike and grasped the whimpering Willow and placed her behind him. Now Daniel was not a man to panic, he took in the scene, Spike and Xander still embracing, Spike frozen in horror and Xander asking what was Willow doing here and why had she screamed? No-one appeared to be harmed or threatened, his brow furrowed. "Xander, is this Spike?"

"Yes, of course it's Spike."

There was a thud as Willow fainted clean away and hit the floor.
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