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Warnings/Squicks: None in this chapter
Summary: From a Plot Bunny left by qwerty_lee BTVSAU : In which Xander's demon-magnetness attracts another Master Vampire, and Spike is forced to go claim him, since he's the only one with the “right” to do so.
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Beta(s): Unbeta'd but proofread
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Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6
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“You really think it went alright?”
Spike gave Angel a scornful look. “Are you out of your fucking mind? He's in there having a world-class freak out – of course it's not alright! Jesus, Peaches, I wonder how the Slayer hasn't dusted you before now if you have that little clue how humans' minds work”. Throwing the towel onto the bed, Spike paced up and down.
“Right, I need some time – need to calm him down, make him a bit happier about things. I need you to talk to the court, tell 'em that's it for the night – want them all to fuck off out of it. No claiming ceremony tonight – me and the Consort are 'getting to know each other' – whatever you have to tell 'em to get 'em to leave off for the night. Then I suggest you get back to the Watcher's place and let 'em know things have worked out so far, and I'll be in touch tomorrow sometime”. He stopped pacing, turning to look at Angel. “Wot?”
“Nothing. Just don't get to see this side of you very often – normally you act as though you have no brains!”.
“Ha ha! Does it sound alright then?” For a moment, the insecure Spike showed through and Angel regretted his words. His new relationship with Spike had undergone a change since the loss of Fred, and his invaluable support throughout the entire Black Thorn situation and he was loathe to risk that. But there was something else that needed to be discussed, and far better it be with Xander out of the room.
“Yeah, Spike, it sounds more than alright. Look, I didn't want to raise this now but you know the court are going to expect - “
“I know what they're gonna expect. I – I just don't know. Not sure he'd go for it. Not sure I could cope with it. Demon feels pretty possessive over him considering we haven't actually done anything. Not sure whether could do it even once, yeah?” Angel nodded, glad the subject had been broached even if there was no resolution as yet. There was a lot to be considered – whether Spike wanted to run a vampire court, if he did how he did it. Any further discussion of accepting Xander officially into the House of Aurelius could wait. Because apart from anything else, he hadn't had an opportunity to explain things to Buffy. And that was one conversation he really wasn't looking forward to.
“I'll go and speak to the announcer, get him to let the court know to disperse. What is that guy's name anyway?” Spike looked over at him and grinned.
“I have no idea. But he seems like a right handy bloke to have around. Might be worth sounding him out a bit, see if he wants proper protection and the like”. Angel nodded, then headed towards the door. He turned to Spike as he reached for the handle.
“He already cares about you Spike, so don't start second-guessing things, thinking that he's doing anything because he has no choice. The Xander Harris I know never did anything he didn't really want to do”.
“But that's the problem, isn't it Peaches? The boy would do anything for the Scoobies, even sacrifice 'imself. I don't want to be a sacrifice he makes, yeah?” Sighing, Angel slipped through the door, well aware that a large part of the reason for Spike's insecurity was the way he, Darla and Drusilla had treated him from the time he was turned. He only hoped that between them they could get past the circumstances and accept that a better match for either of them was pretty much inconceivable.
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“Xander?” Tapping on the bathroom door, Spike tilted his head to try and hear what was going on inside. “Pet, you alright in there?” No answer. “Xander – if I don't hear from you in the next ten seconds, I'm coming in there whether you want me to or not”.
“Ok, ok – I'm ok. Just – gimme a minute alright? I'm gonna take a quick shower – just feeling a bit grubby. Ok? Spike?”
“Yeah, alright luv”. Sighing, he let his head thump onto the door. Not quite how he'd wanted to start his relationship with the whelp, and now Angel had to throw a friggin great fly into the ointment with the whole 'welcome to the family' bit. Throwing himself onto the bed, he crossed his arms behind his head, looking down at his shoulder at the rapidly healing wound. Sire's blood made all the difference, and what a shock that had been – he'd definitely not expected Peaches to offer like that.
He knew Angel had already rung and arranged for a delivery of human blood, so now it was time to concentrate on sorting things out with Xander. Monumental fuck up that was. No wonder the boy had locked himself in the bathroom – kidnapped, held prisoner by a psycho vampire, witness to death match whilst tied to the bed like a fuckin' sacrifice, and to hear that he was supposed to go through a vampire ritual surrounded by unknown vampires as his first introduction to sex with the vamp he'd been dating? Yeah, wouldn't surprise him if the boy never came back out. The sound of the bathroom door opening took him by surprise, but he held himself still, wanting to give Xander space. Steam filtered through the open door as Xander came out, his wet hair slicked back and dripping down his neck, a towel wrapped around his waist. Over his arm he carried the ceremonial robes and he self-consciously walked across to the chair that Angel had been sat on and dropped them there. He turned back to the bed, and looked at Spike nervously. A strained silence developed, neither of them knowing how to break it.
“Yeah. Look, 'm sorry for what I said earlier. Could have put things a bit better than that, yeah? Just – Pouf was makin a real meal o'things and I wanted to lay it out for ya”.
“I know, and I appreciate it Spike, I do. It just – just kinda feels like we've been shoved into something that I'm not sure I'm ready for yet, you know? I mean, it's not as if I wasn't already halfway there in my head when we were seeing each other before, because d'uh, but this just feels a bit fast and maybe a bit forced”. He rubbed his hand over his head, then knuckled his eye.
“Yeah, Pet, I know what ya mean. Kinda feel like we've been hijacked”. Moving closer to the bed, he sat down so that he could see Spike out of his 'good' eye. His other eye almost felt like it was burning behind the patch, like something had got beneath the lid and aggravated the socket. Rubbing it once more, he looked down at the bed, avoiding Spike's gaze.
“But was this where we were headed? I mean, you know, before?” Deliberately keeping himself very still so that he didn't scare the man, Spike nodded.
“Yeah, Pet, this was definitely where I was headed, and I got the feelin' that you were too. So, maybe we can remember where we were and just see this as a bit of an escalated programme, yeah?” Slowly, carefully, he reached out until their fingers were touching on the bedspread, a smile crossing his face as Xander turned his hand so that he could take hold of Spike's. Xander looked up and finally met Spike's gaze, a small smile crossing his face as Spike tugged at his hand gently. Spike lifted himself to a sitting position, and leaning forward Xander allowed his lips to graze the cool pink ones of the vampire. Once, twice. He pulled back, gaze flitting between Spike's mouth and his eyes, then locking on those pouting lips as they parted and moved closer to him once more. As he closed his eyes, he felt his mouth taken in a long sweet kiss, a small moan escaping him as Spike deepened the kiss and pulled him into his arms.
Chapter 8 to come....