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The Prophecy of the Defender & the Determined Protector - Chapter 7

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?
Part: 7/?

A/N : Inspired by plot bunny/challenge posted here:

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

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“You didn't do anything wrong you know”. Xander looked over at Spike who was smoking furiously as he walked, not looking in his direction. “You're allowed to say how you feel, and it's better out than in most of that shit”.

“Yeah, but I didn't have to be quite so brutal. I – I don't even know where most of that stuff came from. What if I'm changing already? I mean, when I was possessed by the Hyena – not so much of a nice guy”.

“Woulda liked to have been there for that – think you would be kinda interesting as a primal, yeah?”

Xander laughed. “Yeah, interesting is one word for it. I tried to rape Buffy – claim her as my mate, ate the school mascot and narrowly missed out on eating the Principal. Interesting definitely works!” He laughed again at the expression on Spike's face. “Thanks for walking me home Spike”.

Spike shrugged. “Wanted to spend some time with you – think we probably need to have a big talk at some point.”

“Have we got a choice? I mean, I don't think I have much of a choice – part of the job description. But you – you don't have to do this if you don't want to. I mean, I got the impression it's a big big deal Vampire-wise...”

“Yeah – s'not summat you do more than once in your unlife. None of this divorce crap – once it's done, it's done for good. Or until one of you dies anyway!” They had reached Xander's apartment, and stood outside the main doors.

“So, you need to be sure of what you're doing, right? I mean, not something to rush into despite deadlines being imposed by whatever lies underneath”. Xander shuffled from foot to foot nervously. He was suddenly quite conscious of the fact that the last time they had been alone together, he'd kissed Spike. And it hadn't been part of some dream, or coerced. He had voluntarily kissed Spike. And he had no idea how Spike felt about it.

“Yeah – rushing would be a bad idea. You need to be sure Whelp. Once my demon makes a claim, that's it. Red wasn't far off with what she was saying – you need to be prepared for that”. Spike was unaware that his cockney accent was fading under the weight of his desire to be earnest – he needed Xander to go into this with both eyes open. He had no desire to trick or coerce the man – he wanted a partner, a willing partner. He wasn't above taking advantage of what was being offered, but in the long run this needed to be consensual.

“So – you wanna come up?” Xander was watching Spike through his bangs, a faint blush mounting his cheeks as he made the offer. Motionless, Spike stared at the man again. He really and truly had brass balls – no matter how scared or shy he was, there he went again making an offer. If he'd had enough blood to spare, Spike would have been blushing himself at the wave of what? - want? desire? appreciation? - that swept over him.

“Yes, I want to come up. But I think it's probably a bad move to make. You need to think this through really carefully Xander, and all of this has happened really quickly. These dreams of yours – of ours – maybe we need to pay attention to them now that we know they're not just dreams. And if I come upstairs now, there won't be much dreaming cos there won't be much sleeping!”

If Xander could have blushed any harder, at this point he would have done. But he was still inwardly reciting that fact that Spike wanted to come up. But was holding back for Xander's sake. After the spell when Spike and Buffy were engaged, Buffy had admitted that being loved by Spike was pretty overwhelming but also incredibly special. That during that afternoon and evening, she had felt like she was the centre of his universe and she could imagine the recipient of that for real would be a lucky individual. And now Xander found himself wondering whether she had said all that to him for a reason. Maybe his subterranean feelings for Spike hadn't been quite as hidden as he had thought.

“Ok, Spike, I'll use tonight to think. But I gotta tell you – this isn't the first dream about you that I've had. And I don't think the rest of them were related to prophecies if you know what I mean. And I'm just going to shut up now and go in before I reveal even more and turn into a proper girl!”. Spike smirked, then before Xander could suit actions to words, he leaned up and pressed his mouth firmly to Xander's. Mid-speech, Xander's lips were parted so he was suddenly tasting a combination of tobacco, blood and Spike that curled through his senses and settled low in his belly. Not pressing too hard, or moving too fast, he kissed Spike back, darting out with his tongue to get a fuller taste.

He was greeted by a cool wet tongue obviously planning an exploration of it's own, and they battled for a while – darting, stroking, licking and nibbling. Until Xander remembered that breathing wasn't optional and not having been a swimmer for a few years now he hadn't had much practice breathing through his nose! Stepping back, he felt the need to adjust himself but didn't want to be quite so obvious. Spike didn't seem to have such reservations, adjusting his hard cock in his tight trousers without even trying to be discreet. The warmth in his belly heating him up even further, Xander contemplated asking Spike again if he wanted to come up.

But he took a deep breath, and accepted that today had been traumatic – in so many ways – and some sleep and quiet thought would be of the good. Smiling at Spike, he couldn't stop himself reaching out and tracing a sharp cheekbone, marvelling at the smooth skin, fingertip almost tingling as he moved it towards Spike's mouth before letting his hand drop to his side.

“Night night Spike”.

“Night Whe – goodnight Xander. Magic Box tomorrow?”

“Yeah – that would be good. Erm – meet you there, or maybe I could pick you up from your crypt?”

“Yeah – erm, yeah, that would be good”. Nodding and smiling, Spike swivelled on his heel and stalked off towards his crypt, leather duster billowing behind him as he went.

“Sexy undead bastard” Xander muttered under his breath as he turned and walked into the lobby. Deciding to take the stairs, he did so and taking them two at a time, he quickly arrived at his apartment door. His mind still on his undead 'intended'?, he used the key to open the door and stepped inside.

“Ah Mr Harris, you've come home at last. We were thinking we would have to come and find you”. A cold voice greeted him from his living room, and Xander's first instinct was to step backwards towards his door, only to find his way was barred by the bulk of a humanoid that made Angel look weedy, grabbing him securely by the arms! He gulped, took a deep breath and prepared to feel pain as he tensed up to fight. But before he could move, the voice came closer and suddenly he was up close and personal with a very tall,very gangly looking vamp. Long dark hair tied back in a low pony tail, his pallor was echoed by his pale grey eyes, thin cruel lips pulling back to reveal his fangs. A long fingered hand stretched out and grabbed Xander by the hair, a gasp escaping his lips as his head was wrenched back. Eyes watering, he watched as the thin face moved closer.

A thick arm appeared from behind him, pushing the vamp back.

“I wasn't going to bite him – back off. We need the ceremony, I know that”. He nodded as he looked over Xander's shoulder at the giant. “Yeah, that works. Let's move out!” Realising there was some sort of weird telepathy thing going on, Xander tried to wrest himself free only to be thumped on the back of the head, the thin face of the skinny vampire the last thing he saw before he lost consciousness.

Chapter 8 is here...
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