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
The fight would go down in the annals of Watcher History, and Giles found himself wishing he had a video camera. The sight of Spike and Angelus fighting together on the side of good was something that he almost felt privileged to witness. And it was definitely Angelus – Angel had obviously let his demon out to assist his Childe in reaching what was his. He had seen the two fight each other, but watching them fight on the same side was astounding, and he could fully understand how they had formed half of the Scourge of Europe. In full game-face, they twirled, kicked, stabbed, hacked and flew around the room, body parts flying in their wake as they decimated every demon in their path. Giles and Willow were able to follow quietly as their way was cleared, and Buffy could be heard to complain that they weren't leaving any demons for her. Judging by the semi circle of guards around the door at the far end, that was where the ceremony was being held and that was where they were heading.
Then Giles realised he could hear chanting, and looking up he could see a trio of beings on the balcony. Dressed in emerald green robes, their heads lowered so faces could not be seen, their hands weaving in the air in a complex pattern, Giles realised they were intoning the Claiming Ritual. These must be the Chroniclers!
“Spike – Angel – the Claiming Ritual has begun – you have to get in there!”
The fight became truly epic, Spike fighting with increased ferocity until he suddenly fell to the ground, screaming in pain. Realising that two of the guards were human, Buffy stepped up, dragging them away from the door and finally clearing the way for Spike to get through to Xander. Backhanding the tallest one, she spun-kicked the other out of the way, then turned so she and Angel were fighting back to back and holding the rest of the demons off from following Spike.
Hissing at the pain of the line being sliced into his chest, Xander closed his eyes and tilted back his head. The mist emanating from the bowls on the bed enclosed him, seeping into his body and mind, releasing, relaxing and he felt as though he was leaving his body. Behind his eyelids, there were sparks and he heard an almost audible click as something in his head sank into place.
He opened his eyes once more, and Karl looked up from where he lapping at the blood welling from the thin line on Xander's chest.
“Whuh - “ A flash of green caught him by surprise, and rearing upwards he looked directly into Xander's eyes. He leaned forward, crying out as Xander's head reared up and growling, he sank his teeth into Karl's neck. Pushing against the bed, Karl tried to free himself, a frisson of fear racing down his spine as he realised he couldn't get out of the grip of Xander's jaws, sharp teeth digging and slicing into his neck as Xander's head jerked back and forth.
As Spike burst into the room, he was greeted by the sight of Xander half naked on a four-poster bed straddling a figure, hands on either side of the person's head, gnawing at their throat. The person was struggling, shoving and pushing against Xander until they managed to push him over until they were on top of him. Spike raced over the room, grabbing the figure and tearing him away from Xander. A spray of blood splashed him as the figure stumbled to the floor, hand going to it's torn neck as it lay in an inelegant sprawl. Xander's lips were covered in blood, his face twisted in a snarl, looking more like the hyena figure Spike had seen in his dream than his normal self.
Hissing, Spike turned to the figure on the floor and raising his axe he swung it viciously, severing the head in one stroke. Behind him, he could hear growling and the hackles on the back of his neck rose. He turned to see Xander kneeling on the bed, still snarling and whining. The door crashed open again and Buffy, Angel, Giles and Willow fell through it.
“GET BACK!” he shouted.
“Xander!” “Good Lord!” Giles and Willow's cries called Xander's attention to them, and he stiffened before moving to hands and knees and crawling along the bed towards them. Spike moved between him and the others, still growling.
“Angel – you need to get them out of here!”
“What?! No – we're not leaving him - “ Buffy protested.
“ANGEL!” Angel turned to the other three and grimaced, realising what he had to say wasn't going to go down well.
“We need to go – once a claiming has begun, it has to be completed one way or another. You – WE – don't want to be in here for this, believe me”. He tried to shift them towards the door, but Willow resisted.
“I'm not leaving him here with Spike – he needs to come with us!”
“Willow - “ Giles began to explain.
Xander had made it to the end of the bed, and was slinking his way over to Spike, still snarling and sniffing the air. “Mate?” The voice was slurred, but still Xander's voice, and he moved right over to Spike until their bodies were almost touching. Spike scented the air around Xander, realising that the Ritual Mist had already had an effect. His face had shifted back from the hyena's but that wasn't just Xander in there anymore. He shifted, ensuring he remained between Xander and the others.
“MATE?!” Willow's high pitched shriek again caught Xander's attention, and this time he scowled and looked over to her, baring his teeth which were noticeably sharper and longer. Spike moved again so that he was in front of the man, growling and deliberately shifting into his space to get his attention.
“Angel, you need to get them out of there. I don't know how much longer I can keep him from attacking them. And – and, shit, you just need to get them to go!”
“Come on!!” Buffy and Giles moved back through the door, but Willow was still resisting. Xander began to rub his face against Spike's, intent on getting more skin-to-skin contact. The cuffs jangling from his wrists, he reached out and yanked at Spike's teeshirt, ripping it straight down the middle til it split. He stroked his hand down Spike's chest, sharp nails grazing over the skin and causing four welts to form. Spike hissed in reaction, hands reaching out to grab both of Xander's and pulling them off of his body. The boy whined, then deliberately collapsed his body against Spike's, rubbing himself up and down. His excitement was obvious through the material of the ceremonial robes and he pushed his erection against Spike roughly, quiet yipping sounds emanating from his mouth.
Pushing Xander's arms behind his back and clasping his wrists together with one hand, Spike wrapped his hand around Xander's throat and squeezed gently. The yips became a guttural groan, and Spike jerked Xander's face to his, taking the boy's mouth harshly. Their teeth clashed and Xander deliberately sliced his tongue against one of Spike's fangs, thrusting his tongue into Spike's mouth so that the tang of his blood filled it. Growling loudly, Spike sucked the appendage strongly, the hot blood flooding his senses and dulling his mind until he could barely think. The kiss went on and on, the two battling for supremacy, Xander pushing his body forcefully into Spike's as he tried to bully the smaller man backwards. Bracing his feet, Spike pushed back, his grip going from Xander's throat to his hair, pulling his face tighter so he could drink deeply of his taste. The boy tasted rich and strong, and Spike realised it was the Primal Hyena, obviously fully merged now and making it's presence felt. Releasing Xander's wrists, he took the torn neckline of the robes in his hands and ripped downwards, the material sliding down Xander's body to puddle at his feet. Xander's hands were struggling with Spike's jeans, whining as he couldn't get the buttons undone. Spike pushed his hands out of the way, jerking at the buttons himself, crying out as Xander dragged his nails down his back leaving bloody trails behind.
“Oh my Goddess!!!” For a moment, Spike jerked his attention to the door where Angel was trying to manhandle Willow out of the room. The girl was flushed – with anger and unwilling arousal – her hand to her mouth as she stared at the two men in the middle of the room. Xander nipped at his ears, dragging Spike's attention back to him and he shoved him towards the bed, jerking his trousers open as he did so.
Finally, Angel managed to push Willow out of the room, slamming the door shut behind him and leaning against it, sucking in a much-needed breath.
“Angel – what the hell?” He looked over at Buffy, his demon gleaming in his eyes as he battled for control against his own arousal.
“We need to stay the hell out of there until this is over. Sex and blood magic is pretty powerful stuff and unless you want to be making that decision we've talked about Buffy, I think you need to leave!”
“Oh. OH!” She blushed strongly, looking nervously at her vampire, then darting glances at Giles who had obviously realised what was going on. “Willow – I think it would be best if we, erm, went through to the other room”.
“No – NO!!! You didn't see – Buffy, he was hurting him!!!”
“Willow, if what I think is going on in there is going on, you really don't want to be in there. Believe me!” She dragged Willow across the room, stepping over the bodies of the various demons and pulling her friend away as fast as she could.
Giles looked up at the Chroniclers who were still chanting, then to Angel, then over his shoulder at the door.
“Well, I suppose that makes us the official Witnesses then”. Angel sighed, then gave Giles a weary sigh.
“I guess so!”
Chapter 11 is here