AUTHORS: dru as Spike & Evil Willow as
Xander (Go worship the goddess that is EW!)
SERIES: Mile High Club
PAIRING : Spike/Xander
RATING : NC17 (highly smutty
with plenty of salty goodness!)
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Okay.
I know this isn't going to be easy. I haven't seen him in so long.
And I
don't have any illusions about Darla's little "truce", because I'm
not stupid. She always did underestimate me.
Bitch.
I can
feel him inside. I know he's here. I knock on the door.
"Come
in," he says from within. I haven't heard that voice in so long. So very
long.
Perhaps
she was right. Maybe Darla was right. Maybe he can be different.
Not
that I had a horrible time in Sunnydale when he came back, because really he wasn't
all that bad, if you don't factor in the beatings. True, he left me in a
wheelchair and didn't try to heal me, but he didn't kill me. He protected me
from the minions and more or less from the Slay-
No.
Won't go there because it doesn't matter. She's dead. They all are.
One
by one.
So
anyway, he wasn't that bad, except for that little obsession and the sucking
the world into Hell thing. He just didn't think it through. I mean, what was he
planning on doing for food, after all the humans were in Hell? And didn't he
think about how most demons *hate* us!
Demons
don't look at vampires the same way that they do other demons.
But
he was so bloody stuck on the Sl-
Dead.
They're all dead.
Suddenly
the door opens. "William!" He exclaims.
"Sire,"
I reply.
"Never
did I expect to see you here! Come in! Come in!"
I
walk in and he closes the door behind me. "Nice place. Didn't expect to
see you all non-soul having."
"No,
neither did I, but I ain't complainin'! What brings you here, Spike? Last I
heard, you took Dawn and left."
"I
did. But sh-" I stop myself. I can't... I... I wipe my eyes and inhale
deeply.
"What,
Will?" He asks, seemingly genuinely concerned. "What happened?"
"You
care?" I spit back. The second I think about her- I want to kill something.
"That
hurts, Will. I know things with us last time weren't exactly the same as they
used to be, but times change."
"They
killed her," I say. God, I haven't even said it out loud since I found-
"Those bastards killed her."
It's unusual
for me to wake, without *Angelus* waking me, lately. Not that I mind when he
does. So I'm a little surprised to wake up on my own and not see him in my
room.
Maybe
he and Darla are talking... arguing?... Not fucking. I'd hear that, from here.
I guess I'll have to find them. I'm hungry; hopefully they're ready to go
hunting.
I pull
on my leather pants and a dark green silk shirt, then go out into the hallway.
I pass a minion... dunno his name. Don't care, either. "Where's
Angelus?" I ask.
"He's
in his room, I think, Master Xander. He has... company," the minion
replies.
I wave
the minion off and head down toward my sire's room. I wonder who came to visit?
I hope he doesn't mind if I interrupt. I think the minion would have told me
though, if Angelus wanted to be alone.
I
approach the room, and hear the voices. It's another male, that's all I can
tell, from outside.
"Who
killed her?" He asks.
"Humans."
I turn and look at him before saying, "I hate them, Angelus. I hate them
all."
"Thought
you were helping Buff fight. Thought you were saving them."
"Thought
you were too, Mate."
"Touché."
"They
raped her and killed her. Slashed her up good." I keep seeing her laid out
in her *own* bed and- I growl. I want to destroy them! I wanna rip their heads
off for being so fucking stupid! They deserve to die!
All
of them!
I
grab his lamp and hurl it at the opposite wall and it feels good.
"Will,"
he says and he approaches me. I punch his face and he punches me back and it
feels good. Violence is good.
I
kick him and growl. I just keep punching him because it feels so damn good.
*Too* damn good.
I
scream and he just grabs me and pulls me to his lips. Before I know it, he's
kissing me deeply, bruisingly, possessively. FUCK, I'd forgotten how good this
is! How good he is...
Okay, I
heard the crash... but nobody reacted. A minion actually walked by and
sighed... like it was normal, with whoever this visitor is? And then the sounds
of a fight... Should I go in? Wouldn't Angelus be able to handle... Where's
Darla?
She
would know, if Angelus was in trouble. It's that blood-bond thing he's been
explaining to me about. She'd be here in seconds. And I don't really feel that
he's in trouble, either. So...
I jump
when I hear the scream. It wasn't Angelus. But... I'm beyond curious. I have to
know. I'll just tell him, later, that I was concerned. He'll believe it. I
hope.
I'm not
completely stupid, though, so I knock. No response. Except I swear I hear ...
moaning? Okay, that's it. I'm going in. I open the door. "Sire?"
Well,
that explains why he didn't answer. He's... kissing...
Oh,
HELL no.
Oh
yeah! Fuck, I want him. I can't even recall the last time I felt this... this
owned. This wanted. This much belonging.
"Sire,"
I moan as he grinds against m-
"Sire?"
I hear from behind me and Angelus pulls away.
I
take it that this will be my supposed target. Although did she really think I'd
be with my sire and want to kill off his other childe? I mean, I get the
jealousy bit, but I've shared him before.
"Come
in," he says to the vamp behind me.
I
turn around an- OH BLOODY HELL NO! "Harris?"
I stare
at them both, speechless. I ... there's no way I ever thought Spike would come
here. I mean, he hates Angelus. Right?
Well,
apparently not. Since it's quite obvious that if I hadn't walked in, they'd be
... doing other things I'm not going to think about right now. Because those
other things make me feel stuff... like ... okay, yes, jealousy. I don't want
to share Angelus. I can deal with sharing him with Darla, because it's... well,
she's his sire. But with Spike?
I don't
even *like* Spike. I never did. He's annoying. And evil.
Okay,
not a valid reason not to like him anymore.
But
there are others. Like ... like he's... annoying.
Shit, I
mentioned that one already.
And ...
and... blond.
Okay,
*that* made all of NO sense.
Spike's
shocked to find me here. And Angelus... well, he isn't mad. That's good.
They're both just looking at me, expecting me to say something. Me? Speak? Now?
Argh.
"Uh...
um... uh..." I shake myself, trying to get control of my speaking ability
again. Ooh. I know, I'll just do to Spike what I did in Sunnydale. Ignore him.
It's best.
So I
turn to Angelus. "Sire, I'm sorry I interrupted. I just ... I was a little
concerned, when I heard what I thought was fighting. I'll leave, though, if you
want..."
Oh good.
In the past, when I ignored Spike, he wasn't able to get to me. And I'm glad
that still is the case.
I
can't believe he was fuckin' crazy enough to turn Harris!
Okay,
so he's mildly attractive in that boyish way, and Angelus always did like the
boys. Didn't he?
But-
wait- Darla wants me to kill Xander?
At
least Nibblet isn't here to see this- STOP! I wish I would just shut the bloody
hell up!
It's
over. I can't change it. I *can* change my place now, though. Darla was so kind
as to get the chip removed an hour ago, so that's nice. I probably should have
fed before coming up here, but I wanted to see my sire.
"...if
you want..." He certainly does have that vampire-like quality about him. I
always knew he'd make a great vamp. Didn't mean in *our* family...
"No,
come in, Xander. Shut the door. I take it you remember Wi-Spike. He's your...
well, I guess in human terms, he's your brother. In vampire terms he's your
kindred."
Okay,
when I thought having a brother would be cool.... I was NOT talking about
someone like Spike.
I do as
Angelus asked, though, and shut the door behind me. Hey, at least I'm keeping
them from kissing and other .... nameless things. That's definitely of the
good. "Why is he here?" I ask Angelus, not even bothering to look at
Spike.
"I
*am* in the room, *Brother*," I say. From the look on Angelus' face, I can
see he's not sure what to do with this. Most likely, he was *not* planning on
having us both in the same room together.
Fuck,
I'm hungry. I can feel my stomach churning for something or sustenance... oh,
what I would give for some of Angelus' bl- Like he would! Yeah, right!
"And
it's none of your business why I'm here, *Mate*." I clutch my stomach. After
drinking pig's blood for so many years, I'm craving something alive, something
*real*. If only things were that simple! If only I could- but I can't. It's
just not the same anymore. I'm just *not* going to think about it.
He
won't get to me, with his snideness. And while it does irritate me that he's
here and not far, far away, I think I know *why* he is. I didn't spend a year
around the guy and not start to understand him a little. He goes where he
thinks it will benefit him. So he's found out Angelus is back and decided to
come asking for help.
I look
over at him, and he does seem thin. Last I knew, he was with Dawn. I wonder if
something happened to her? He doesn't look like he's been feeding lately.
I don't
care. About him OR Dawn.
"Are
we going hunting soon?" I ask Angelus. "I'm getting hungry."
Spike can do whatever Spike wants. I'm sure he will, anyway. I'm also sure
Angelus can and will deal with him. Hopefully, to send him on his way.
"Xander,
I-" and then he gets cut off. By the bitch.
"ANGELUS!"
She bellows from downstairs. "I'M WAITING!"
I
look at the boy's face and he's hurt. Oh gee, Darla's taken to tormenting and
terrorizing another of his childer, what a surprise!
Bitch'll
drive you crazy if you give her half a chance! Hell, look at poor Dru! She
wasn't nearly as mad when Angelus turned her (or so I've heard). Darla's
jealousy drove her insane until she wasn't a threat anymore and Darla didn't
have to worry about her.
'Course
then came *me*.
"NOW!"
She screams. She told me she'd get Angelus out of the way, for me to carry out
our little deal.
"Xander,
Spike, I promised her I'd go hunting with her, *alone*."
Amazingly
enough, the words don't sting. They used to, and from the looks of it, they
*do* hurt Xander.
I've been
there. I guess after a century of being on my own, I'm less dependent on
Angelus, which is good. I mean, if I can survive without him, then life *with*
him will be that much better, right?
Of
course I still have Darla to contend with.
"I'm
sorry, Xander," he says. "But you and Spike can go and I'll see you
two at sunrise." And I watch as he starts to get changed and ready to go.
And *yes* he's still as gorgeous as ever.
Damn
it. Fuck. Shit. And a lot of other angry words.
It's
bad enough that I can't hunt with Angelus, tonight. It's even worse that it's
because Darla wants him all to herself. But it's pretty much awful that he
actually expects me to go hunting with Spike. He is SO not a good substitute
for Angelus.
And I'm
pouting. I know it. But he hasn't even so much as *touched* me yet. And when I
pout, I at least get a kiss. Yes, I'm learning how to be manipulative. But can
you blame me, when I've had to compete with Darla?
Even if
this doesn't work, I'm not about to give up the chance to stand here and watch
him get dressed. Shit, I want him. I haven't *been* with him in three days.
Pushy, demanding, spoiled psycho-bitch Darla keeps finding excuses to keep him
away from me. I hate her. I'd arrange for her dusting, if I wasn't afraid
Angelus would find out I was responsible for it. He'd definitely not forgive me
for that. Not to mention the fact that if I survived his punishment, I probably
would wish I hadn't.
Okay,
not thinking about that. "I'll just go out alone," I say.
Angelus
looks up at me. "No. You'll go out with Spike," he replies, firmly.
"If something happens, and you need backup, Spike will provide it."
He looks over at Spike, pointedly. "Won't you, Spike?"
"Yes,
Sire," I reply. I guess it's easy to slip back into the role. Although I
guess Xander hasn't learned rule number one: *always* tell your sire what he
wants to hear. 'Course maybe that's my rule. In any event...
"I
don't *need* backup," I grumble.
"Xander."
Angelus gives me that warning look and I know I've gone too far.
"I'm
sorry, Sire," I reply, meaning every word. "I was wrong to argue.
I'll do as you say."
He
looks at me for another second, as if he's trying to figure out if I'm lying. Who?
Me? Never. Well, not to him, anyway. I'll go hunting with Spike. Doesn't mean
I'll like it, but I'll do it.
He nods
finally. "Good. And stop acting like I ordered you into a vat of holy
water, Childe. You might just enjoy hunting with Spike. I know you could
definitely learn a few things from him." He looks over at my 'brother' and
I don't like that look that passes between them. Okay, they have a history
together. I get it. And I'm trying not to gag, from how much I really *do* get
it.
Angelus
turns back to me. "And I know you'll show Spike the potential I saw in you
that made me turn you in the first place." Shit, how does he always know
how to make me feel better? Must be a sire thing. And then, finally, he leans
in for a kiss. It's over way too soon, and just makes me want him more. Damn
it.
I
watch him kiss the boy and it *is* damn erotic. 'Course watching my sire kiss
*Darla* is damn erotic.
*He's*
just damn erotic.
And
now he's over here and he's kissing me! Softly.
And
it's over too quick. He nibbles on my ear, "He's a good hunter, like you,
vicious and likes to fight, like you. But keep him out of trouble." And
then I feel my sire's hand making it's way into my jeans past the zipper that
he managed to undo. "You can take him, but only if he says okay, otherwise
keep your cock in its pocket."
Then
he pulls away, "And I'll know, William. I always did, didn't I?"
"Yes,
Sire," I reply.
He
nods. "I'm glad you're back, Spike."
"Me
too."
And
then he leaves, after another quick kiss to Xander's lips.
I did
*not* just get turned on more, by watching Angelus kiss Spike. No, I really
didn't. And by the smirk on my sire's face when he turns back to me, I can see
that *he* doesn't believe that, either. Thank god, though, he doesn't say
anything to embarrass me. He just kisses me once more, and then leaves.
So,
here we are.
I
glance over at Spike. He's just watching me, with that 'I'm not really
interested, it's just that you're the only person in the room' look that I remember,
from Sunnydale. I sigh. "I'm hungry. Oh, you are too? Okay, let's
go." And I turn toward the door.
"So,
how long have you been among the undead? Why the hell you let it happen? That's
not exactly like you. Or, you from before. And how long have you been living
with the shrew?"
Okay.
Have I mentioned that I hate him?
Yes?
Good. As long as that's already been established...
I growl
and turn back to him. "One week. Angelus and I happened to be on the same
plane, he thought it would be fun to kill me. I offered him a deal: he could
kill me if he left everyone else alive. He took the deal but turned me instead
of just killing me. You'd have to ask *him* why. The night I woke, he took me
hunting and..."
I hate
thinking about that night. I hope he didn't notice that shudder. "... and
then here."
He
gives me a puzzled look. Shit. He did notice that shudder. Have to change the
subject, before he can start asking me any more questions...
"Can
we go, now?" I demand. "I'm starved. I know you're still chipped.
I'll kill someone for you. So come ON." I go out into the hallway, hoping
he'll follow.
I
follow him out. I think I'll wait to show him how chipped I still am.
He's
relieved when I follow him. I'm sure he doesn't wanna talk about whatever made
him shudder, though I can only imagine. I can't imagine what Darla's done to
him. She wasn't exactly a member of *my* fan club either.
"Fine,
then, Mate," I say, "Let's go." And I know what *I'm* hunting
for. Late twenties, male.
We
get outside and I know where Darla and Angelus headed, so I make sure we're
going in the opposite direction. I don't trust that bitch as far as I can throw
her, which is pretty damn far if I could get close enough to grab her.
I
speed up a little to walk beside him. I look over him for the first time and
he's certainly more confident than before. "So, you like it?" I ask,
before adding, "It certainly suits you." I glance up and down his
body appreciatively. The leather works. I always knew he was built underneath
those awful clothes he wore.
I
shrug. "I don't need to explain to you that when I was still alive, I
definitely didn't want *this*. Even though I did want Angelus, but you always
knew that. That's why it wasn't all that hard to offer him that deal. Besides the
fact that I didn't really care about anything, anymore. After everyone started
dying... I was helpless and useless; I couldn't save them...
"But
I'm not that loser, anymore. And it's all thanks to Angelus.. I'm glad -
grateful - that he turned me. I'm not the demon punching bag anymore, I'm
usually the demon *doing* the punching. It's also nice not to answer to a
conscience. I take what I want, when I want. I'm happy, with who and what I am,
now."
I
reach out touch the scar on his neck. He growls and pushes me away.
"Happy?" I ask. "He hasn't had you in what? Three days? Does
that make you happy?"
How
does *he* know, how long it's been? "I don't know where you're getting
your information, but it's wrong," I say. "Things are fine. Angelus
and I spend a lot of time together. In fact, we were together yesterday."
Not exactly a lie. True, we were just talking, and doing a little kissing.
*Almost* together.. and Darla interrupted. But Spike doesn't have to know that.
"PLEASE!"
I exclaim. "You're talking to *me*. I know Angelus, maybe not recently,
but his possessive streak hasn't and *will* never diminish. He likes to bleed
you when he fucks. There's no way you would've been with him yesterday and not
be slightly tender today. Fuck all to vampire healing." Sire-inflicted
wounds don't heal until he wants them to. Rule number two.
"Now
why don't you tell me the truth?"
I hate
him.
I
really do.
"Why
the hell would I bare my soul... figuratively speaking, of course, to
you?!" I demand. "Just because I'm a vampire now, and we're both
Angelus' childer, doesn't mean we're all the sudden best friends.
"Besides
the fact that I *wasn't* lying to you. Angelus and I were together yesterday.
But I, unlike ... I don't need him to fuck me, to be content with the way
things are."
We've
been walking for five minutes, and I still haven't seen any decent prey. I stop
and look around. Where the hell are all the humans, tonight? I need a good,
messy kill. Spike's making my mood worse, by reminding me of all my insecurities
about my sire. Because I am a big, fat liar. I *was* happy, that night. Even
after Angelus raped me, he made things better. But then Darla stepped into our
way, again. And I hate her.
More
than I hate Spike.
I can
feel the hatred in his voice, toward me. And I don't need this bloody bollocks.
"Whatever. You'll be leaving in the next couple days, so I guess it don't
matter."
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