Title: The Prophecy of the Defender & the Determined Protector
Pairing : Spike/Xander
Rating : NC17
Summary: The words of a prophecy force Spike and Xander closer than they ever thought they would ever become but will it be close enough?
A/N : Inspired by plot bunny/challenge posted here: http://spanderfiles.com/grp/challenges.html
Lady Q: Write a story based on the meaning of Xander's name. Alexander means: Defender of Men and Warrior. So I would like to see a story based on the meaning of his name and Xander coming to understand it
Sorry the chapters are so short – Plot!Bunny is only releasing this to me in fits and starts and I stop when she tells me to whether I agree with her or not. And yeah, I know normally by this time I've got the boys naked and groiny but Porn!Muse must be sleeping or something!!
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Giles took over speaking from Angel, saying "So, to all intents and purposes Xander and Spike would have to undertake a magical vampire ceremony and then work with the Chosen One - Buffy in order to prevent this apocalypse from occurring. If they don't".
"So what you're actually saying is - "
"What I'm saying is - "
"That Spike and I are engaged?"
The shouting had started pretty much straight away, Willow surprisingly being one of the loudest. It was a bit like watching tennis as she literally screamed in Angel's face, with Buffy shouting back at her, Giles and Wesley adding to the general noise levels as they tried to calm things down. Xander had been transfixed by it all, and it was only when Spike tapped him on the shoulder, and gestured with his head towards the back door of the shop that he had managed to pull himself away from the spectacle. He saw Spike catch Angel's eye and mouth “Whelp n' me are gonna talk” as he ducked through the door, and then it was just the two of them. Well, the two of them and the words of a prophecy standing like an elephant between them.
Spike leaned against the wall, lit a cigarette and watched the golden glow of the burning end. He looked up at Xander who had positioned himself against the opposite wall, head tilted back as he looked up at the sky. The silence lengthened.
“Can I ask you something?” Spike squinted through the smoke as he exhaled. He raised an eyebrow. “Are you – have you been having – well, dreams? About all of this I mean...” This wasn't quite where he'd imagined the conversation would start, but then he'd never understood the way the Whelp's mind worked. All that babble could be hard to decipher.
“Only one dream – that I remember anyway. You?” Xander nodded. Another elephant joined the party, and Spike smirked inwardly – the alley was getting kinda crowded. “What happened in you'rn then?”
Xander blushed and ducked his head so he could hide behind his bangs. “Well – erm, I've only just started remembering them – when Wesley was talking in there it all kinda came back”.
“Ahh. Is that why you swooned?”
“I didn't swoon!! You make me sound like a girl!” Xander exclaimed indignantly.
“Cap fits n' all that!”
“Hey, buddy, I'm not the girl in this relationship – not that this is a relationship because that would be – and anyway, I didn't swoon. The heat in there got to me - “
“A bit overcome by it all were ya?” Spike snarked.
“Why does everything you say make me sound like a weak girl?!” Xander scowled at him, then reluctantly grinned. “Yeah, ok, so I fainted. Spike, this is all so sudden!” Batting his eyelashes, he put one hand to his chest, and the other to his forehead in a fake swoon.
“Bite me Fangless!”
“So you do know what the ceremony involves then?!”
“Ah what now?! What's biting got to do with the ceremony? Because I've managed to get this far without any biting – well biting of the bad kind, although I guess a vampire wouldn't consider any biting to be of the bad, but I'm not a vamp so I think I can safely say that there are definitely some types of biting that I would class as bad – for me, obviously. Because it has to be a personal choice – say, if Buffy and Angel wanted to - and I'm gonna shut up now!”
“Harris – do you have any idea how serious all of this is?? Do you know what being a consort involves – is there anything getting through that thick skull of yours?”
“Hey!!! I may not know what all this consort stuff is, but I am taking this seriously! Excuse me if every now and then I have a slight attack of the wiggins at the sudden realisation that not only am I part of some moldy old prophecy, but that all my previous Hellmouth possessions are part of the package and to top it off I'm apparently getting married to someone but not a female someone like I would have expected, but a male someone and that person is of the undead variety and we've never been on so much as a date!”
“Vampires don't date!”
“Well maybe they should! And that was so not the important part of what I said!”
“So some of that was meant to be important?! Sorry, mate, just seemed like your normal useless babble to me!”
“You wouldn't know useful if it jumped up and bit you on your vamp ass!”
“Better my arse than your flabby effort – too much sitting down lately Harris?!”
By this time, they were faced off against each other in the middle of the alleyway, almost shouting into each other's faces. And in an instant, both of them had flashbacks to the same part of the dream. Rendered speechless, they stared at each other, both wondering if the other was thinking the same thing. Both wondering what would happen if they took one step forward, leaned towards each other and kissed. Both hoping the other was brave enough to make the first move. The moment stretched and they moved that little bit closer to each other, eyes still captured, lips parted. Xander's head moved down slightly, Spike's neck arched up and -
“XANDER!!” Willow's voice broke the spell, and both men jerked apart, visibly shaken. They turned to look at the girl in the doorway. She was obviously upset, eyes wild and cheeks flushed. “I don't think you should be out here with Spike, Xander. I think we all need to take a step back and not rush into something that could be regretted!” Twisting her fingers together, she stepped between the two men, staring up at Xander.
“Will - “
“I just think you need to think this through – I mean, you HATE vampires and all of a sudden there's all this talk of conjoining you with Spike, which is so not of the good because, evil much? And, and, there's no real telling whether we've even translated the prophecy correctly so you should just stay away from Spike because your head's all mixed up and you maybe don't realise what you're doing!”
“Willow!!! I'm not completely brainless - “
“I never said you were Mister, just that all of this has to be really confusing, and I know how long you've wanted to be special, and you are special even if you're not in this prophecy really, and I just don't want you doing something without thinking it through first”
“Willow, stop – just stop!! Spike and I were just talking, alright? Just talking”. Xander wrapped his arm around Willow and steered her back towards the doorway. “We're coming back in now anyway – just wanted to get away from all you grown-ups shouting”. Relieved when she laughed, Xander followed her to the doorway. He turned back to look at Spike who was still standing in the alley, and before he could stop himself he took three quick steps towards him and planted a kiss on his lips. Three quicker steps took him back into the shop and he moved towards the sounds of the others talking, determinedly not looking back to see how Spike was reacting. Which meant he missed the look of shock on Spike's face, and the slightly shaking hand that lifted and pressed itself against trembling lips.
Chapter 6 to come