Warrior--Parts3,4
Part 3:
Giles lounge room actually seemed to ripling with unrelieved tension, but only Giles, Spike and Xander seemed to be aware of it. And only Giles and Xander seemed to care. Spike, for his part, appeared to have given up sulking and was now cultivating an air of boredom.
It had taken less than half an hour for the gang to show up and now they were louging around the room in various groupings.
Willow had arrived first with a very sleepy Tara in tow and the two of them had taken residency on the couch. Willow was sitting upright and Tara had curled up on the couch and rested her head in Willow's lap and now appeared to napping, blissfully unaware of anything else but Willow's hand trailing through her hair.
Buffy and Riley had come in after patrolling. Buffy had taken a seat on the end of the sofa Willow and Tara were on at Tara's feet and Riley was sitting very stiffly in one of Giles' dinning chairs - all bussiness, as usual.
Anya had been the last one to show and she had very nervously taken a seat on one of Giles' armchairs.
Xander had taken the other armchair and Spike had sat on the floor in front of it and was lounging back against it, and by proxy, against Xander. The whole position looked entirely innocent and uncontrived - if you didn't catch Spike's hand making quick and frequent voyages across Xander's thigh. The brunette nervously swatted the hand away, but the stubborn vampire refused to let up.
Giles himself was seated in a dinning chair opposite them and kept shooting them both half concerned, half warning looks. The Watcher looked more nervous than Xander felt and considering how wound up Xander was feeling, that was quite a feat.
"So what's the stitch, Giles?" Buffy finally broke the silence. "New demon in town? Something need slaying?"
Giles looked even more nervous. "Ah, well there were a few demons involved," he began awkwardly. "Three, actually. Kell'hiric, didn't you say Xander?"
"Big scaly and as Cordy would say, in thorough need of a facial," he affirmed. He felt Spike tense at the mention of his ex and had to resist the urge to smile happily at his possessiveness and reach down and stroke the blond's hair reassuringly.
"They're nasty ones," Anya put in. "Highly dangerous. Especially to humans. Which is bad," she added as an afterthought.
Buffy frowned. "Yeuck. Liver-eaters, right?" at Giles nod, she winced. "Those are some mean ass demons. Last time I fought one, he nearly came out on top." She glanced up out of her reverie and looked back to Giles. "So we slay and all is well with the world?"
Giles looked even more uncomfortable after Buffy's admission of weakness. "Actually, er, the demons are dead," Giles told her almost apologetically.
Buffy looked surprised. "Three Kell'hiric dead? Who killed them?"
"Please don't say there's *another* Slayer in town," Willow chipped in. "'Cos that just leads to unplesantness."
"No *Slayer*," Giles answered Willow, putting a perculiar emphasis on the word. He turned back to Buffy. "Er, um, Xander killed them, actually."
Buffy hadn't even acknowledged the non-college boy was in the room. She turned now to stare at him in suprise. "Xander?"
Xander suddenly felt like he should be ashamed. "Um, well, Spike actually killed one of them...I only..um..."
"But two Kell'hiric?" Buffy was still in shock. "I don't even know if *I* could do that in one go.
And Xander can't even fight his way out of a paper bag." She shook her head in disbelief.
"Buffy!" Willow hissed at the blond girl, but the Slayer continued anyway.
"There must be some mistake," Buffy declared, turning to Giles for an explanation.
"I'm afraid it's quite--" Giles began almost apologetically, only to be cut off by Spike.
"The only mistake is the one you and your bunch of moronic groupies made in underestimating the boy," Spike told the Slayer, his voice tinted with possessive anger. Xander surreptiously rested a had on the vampire's shoulder to calm him, but Spike was nowhere near finished.
"If you'd taken one minute out of your busy schedule of self-involvement and paid any attention to the whelp, you would've seen the power in him," he continued, glaring at the Slayer. "But instead, thanks to you and those wankers he keeps trying to pass off as his parents, he repressed the power so deep that it's taken years for it to surface."
Spike scowled at the Slayer. "You should be bloody ashamed of yourself, Slayer You've been friends with the boy for years. I barely know the whelp, and I saw it."
"--true," Giles finished finally.
Buffy was still staring at Spike, completely taken aback. After a moment, she swiftly drew her stake and pounced on Spike, fully preparing to dust him.
"Buffy, NO!" Willow, Giles and Xander called out in unison, all except Willow standing to stop the Slayer.
"Why not?" Buffy asked, stopping the stake, so the tip rested on the vampire's chest above his heart. "I don't have to take this from him. I'm the Slayer! He's a vampire. I'd just be doing my job."
"You can't just kill people because you don't like what they say," Willow protested. "Besides, he does sort of have a point."
Giles nodded in agreement. "Staking Spike is not going to solve the primary problem, which is that Xander has power and he needs to be trained," he tried to rationalise with her.
Buffy reluctantly relented. She took the stake away from Spike's chest, and sat back on her heels, but stayed within staking distance of Spike. Xander removed subtly removed his hand from Spike's shoulder, lest Buffy notice it while she was at such close quarters.
"If Xander had power, why haven't any of us noticed it before?" Buffy turned, asking Giles. "It's much more likely he's possessed or something. He's always getting into trouble like that."
"He's not possessed," Tara spoke up softly from Willow's lap. She blushed as all eyes turned on her. "His, um, aura is the same as always," she explained. "If h-h-he was p-p-possessed, there'd be differences."
"Tara would know," Willow told Buffy firmly. "She knew it wasn't you when Faith was in your body, and she'd only just met you."
"Well...it's something else then," Buffy stumbled.
"Yes," Giles cut in before Buffy could lose all her friends. "It is. I believe Xander may be one of the asuras."
Buffy blinked. "What?"
"Warrior, luv," Spike told her smugly. "Big, strong, godlike and most likely more powerful than you."
Buffy's hackles rose instantly and she lifted the stake, ready to dust him again.
Giles lost his temper. "For godsake Buffy, put the damn stake down," he yelled at her.
Buffy stared at her Watcher in suprise, and quickly dropped the stake onto the carpet beside her. She looked at Giles in confusion. She wasn't used to being told off.
"We are not going to get anywhere," Giles continued. "If you insist on threatening the life of our primary source of information, every time he pays Xander a compliment." He kicked the stake out of the way and pulled Buffy to her feet and directed her back to the sofa. "Now sit down and listen! All of you!"
"Okay," Buffy conceded sulkily. "So what's this azure-warrior-thing, then?"
"Asuras," Giles corrected her absently, calming down and taking a seat himself. "They were..are..powerful beings. In early Vedic times they were considered a race of gods, but as they walked among man, man became afraid of their powers, labelling all who possessed them as 'demons'."
"Are they?" Willow asked in a very small voice, staring at Xander with wide eyes.
Spike snorted at the redhead's fear of her old friend, but didn't interrupt Giles' answer.
"No. Er, in fact Warriors have been proven to be quite human," the ex-librairian assured her.
"They simply possess powers which are... ..er..not. Usually the powers come out in moments of anger or protective rage, and it is believe they involve use of telekinesis. Over time, the powers can be honed and the Warrior can be trained to control and direct the powers at will."
"So Xander doesn't have control of his powers and he..what? Killed the demons by accident?" Buffy mocked the Watcher's explanation.
Xander fiddled nervously with his hands. He knew where this was going and he didn't like it one bit. He knew for a fact that the only reason he'd killed those demons was because they had hurt Spike. He had been completely out of control with protective rage.
Giles glared at her. "In a way, yes," Giles told her matter-of-factly. "Something the demons did must've aroused protective rage in Xander that caused him to tap into his Warrior power." He didn't add that if the demons had been humans, the result would've been the same, but Xander knew he was thinking it.
"Well, what did it?" Buffy asked blatantly.
Giles looked suddenly uncomfortable. Xander knew exactly how he felt. "What do you mean, what did it?" Giles asked his charge, hoping she wasn't asking what he thought she was asking.
How would Buffy react to find out one of her best friends was protective of her worst enemy?
"What did he get all protective-y rage-y about?" Buffy extrapolated. "What was it that Xander here valued so deeply that he broke into his Warrior power to protect it. 'Cos god knows we've been in danger enough times and there hasn't been any sign of Warrior-Boy."
"Buffy," Willow warned her friend.
"No, Willow," Buffy retorted. "I want to know." She looked at Xander, deliberately putting him on the spot. "Tell me, what does it take to get into your Warriory heart?"
"Umm," Xander began, exetremely nervous. His mind was hissing at him to just lie, but he couldn't come up with anything. Eventually, he fell to the truth. "I-It was Sp--"
"A puppy," Spike chimed up, just in time to cut Xander off. "A Spaniel, am I right, whelp?"
Xander nodded wordlessly, immensely relieved.
"A puppy?" Buffy echoed skeptically.
"Yes, er, that was right, a puppy," Giles cut in. "Of course, it's completely irrelevant what sets the power off originally," Giles lied outright. "It's the time at which the power surfaces that's important. It only surfaced now, because Xander was only ready for it to, now."
"Yeah," Xander agreed, eagerly. "I *felt* really ready."
"He was *really* ready," Spike played along, his voice dripping with amusement and innuendo that only Xander was meant to catch.
"I-I-I've got a q-question," Tara stammered shyly.
"Yes, Tara?" Giles prompted her as encouragingly as possible.
"W-We-Well, if these, um, Warriors are so, um, powerful, and there's more than one of them..?" She waited for a confirmation nod from Giles and then continued. "Why is there a-a-a a Slayer?"
Buffy's jaw dropped open in realisation, but for once, she had nothing to say.
"W-Well," Giles began. "Despite the fact they are human, Warriors are quite often fighting for the..er..other side, as it were. Hence the association with demons."
Xander felt his own jaw dropping. He was evil? He was aware that Spike was grinning smugly.
"You knew!" he hissed accusingly to the blond vampire, low enough so that only he would hear.
"Why didn't you tell me?" he demanded in that same soft voice.
Spike tilted his head up to meet Xander's gaze. His grin was even wider and he arched an eyebrow at the boy. "I didn't want to ruin the suprise, lover," Spike told him in a voice only he could catch. Xander smiled back at the pet name. He felt a gentle tingle at the implications therein.
Giles cleared his throat and glared at them both, cutting short their little moment. Xander quickly glanced around the room, but only Giles seemed to have noticed their little aside.
"However," Giles continued. "It isn't entirely unknown for a Warrior to take the side of good. Xander isn't necessarily a baddie, just because he has powers now. The main reason the
Warriors don't take the role of the Slayer, is because their loyalty is not guaranteed."
"Well, hate to be a theory-spoiler," Willow interrupted. "But you gotta admit, the loyalty of Slayers isn't exactly a sure thing, you know."
"Hey!" Buffy exclaimed, offended. "I'm loyal! I'm as loyal-girl as they come!"
"Well except for boinking the other side and all," Spike pointed out. "And I think the chit meant the *other* Slayer. Moron."
"There's another reason too.," Giles cut in before Buffy could jump at Spike's throat over the 'boinking the other side' comment. "Warriors have another purpose they have to fufill as well.." Giles trailed off unwilling to divulge that information, quite yet.
"Uh, could you vague that up for me?" Xander picked the Watcher up. "We are talking about me, right? Well, if I have a purpose, I think I'd like to know."
"Now is not the time to discuss it, Xander," Giles told him firmly, refusing to meet the boy's gaze. "It's all beside the point, until you are trained anyway. Our problem now, is finding you a trainer."
"Well, that's easy, right?" Willow asked Giles. "I mean, we just let our fingers do the walking and look up a Warrior trainer in the yellow pages. There are some around...right?"
"I'm afraid it's not quite that simple," Giles informed the rehead. "The existence of another Warrior beside Xander hasn't been recorded in a hundred years. The only trainers left would be long dead. No one lives for over a hundred years...." Giles suddenly jerked his head up, a realisation coming to him. He turned to look at Spike.
"Except vampires," Willow finished for him, her own eyes growing wide and turning to Spike.
"Can you do it?" Giles asked the blond vampire, desperately. "Have you trained Warriors before? Is that how you recognised it in Xander?"
Spike snorted. "Not me, ducks," he told the Watcher. He waited until Giles' face fell before he continued. "But I know someone who does and might be able to help you. That's if you can catch between haridressing appointments and prior brooding engagements."
"Angel!" Willow exclaimed in realisation. Buffy looked suddenly more sulky and uncomfortable than before.
"Could he do it?" Giles asked the blond vampire.
"Has done it before," Spike told him. "Course that was when he was training 'em for the other side. Probably can't convince him to train the whelp exactly like he trained our old friend, but yeah, Peaches could do it." Xander found it very interesting to note that Spike talked of vampires as the 'other side'.
"I'll call him, immediately," Giles told the others and disappeared towards a phone.
His exit seemed to break the tension that had held the occupants of the room for the last hour.
Tara was awake now and she and Willow were curled up in one corner of the couch talking softly. Buffy and pulled Riley to cuddle with her on the couch and Anya had disappeared after Giles for some reason.
With the attention taken off them, Spike's hand began to roam. "Now that *that's* over and done with, pet, do you think we could talk about that shag, again?" His blue eyes burned.
Xander gulped down the reaction Spike was having on him. "God, I hope so."
Spike took his hand away from Xander and Xander's body instinctively chased it. Spike chuckled. "Getting a little eager, luv?" the vampire teased.
"Hopefully, I'll be getting something a little bit more substantial than 'eager' when we finally get home," Xander replied, his voice low and growly with desire. "How long has it been since the fight? I feel like I've turned into a walking hard-on."
Spike's eyes danced with amusement..while they burned with something else. "Now, *there's* and interesting thought, pet," Spike mused. His hands became to roam across Xander's torso, leaving trails of fire in their wake.
Their little interlude was interrupted by Giles returning into the room, and the others re-focussing their attention. They reluctantly pulled away from each other.
"He's leaving immediately," Giles informed them. "He'll be here before sunrise. Why don't you all go home and get some *sleep*," he put particular emphasis on the word and looked pointedly at Spike and Xander, "and I'll see you all first thing in the morning."
Xander was only too eager to comply. He stood and prepared to leave, only to find Spike pouting at him from the floor and making no move to follow him. Xander knew exactly what the blond vampire wanted, but he wasn't about to oblige him in front of the others. Instead he waited until the others had left, before he turned back to the pouting vampire.
Xander held out a hand to help the vampire up. Spike grinned and took it, and - suprise, suprise - refused to let go. Xander wasn't complaining though. In fact, he was begining to really enjoy the feel of the vampire's hand in his.
The two of them walked to the door, hand in hand.
Giles gave them both a look, but didn't comment. He just shook his head and closed the door behind them.
Once they were outside, Spike pulled Xander into an embrace and nuzzled at his neck, placing soft butterfly kisses along the arch of it and up and along his jaw, until he reached the boy's mouth, at which point the vampire captured the boy's lips in a short, passionate kiss.
"Home, pet?" he whispered, when they broke apart.
"Oh God yes," Xander replied, still panting.
And the two of them, for the second time in the same night, wandered through Sunnydale,
vampire and good guy, holding hands like two kids in a playground.
*****
Part 4:
Xander was panting heavily by the time he and Spike got inside his apartment.
Xander wasn't even sure how they'd managed to get home.
Spike had apparently gotten a great deal friskier through the Scooby meeting, because on the way home from Giles', he hadn't managed to keep his hands and lips off the boy for a second. God! The way his lips... and his hands...Jesus! His hands...
The first few blocks had been fine. Nothing more than Spike's hand in his and his lips and tongue occassionally licking their way up his neck and lapping against his ear lobe.
But about half a block from his apartment, Spike had apparently decided he'd waited long enough and he had roughly shoved Xander against a wall in a lit street. He deftly slid a knee inbetween his legs and parted them, angling his leg up so that it brushed against Xander's hardend cock with every slight movement.
He'd framed the brunette's face in his hands and pressed his lips against the boy's, his lips and tongue no longer asking, but *demanding*, and Xander had succumbed with a needy moan, wrapping his arms firmly around the vampire and pressing his body even tighter to the cool, hard, lean body that rubbed against him.
The kiss had been amazing. The cool tongue had thrust into his mouth, and promptly began to claim everything it touched. Xander felt as if he was being engulfed. He had wanted to be swallowed by that cool skillful mouth. And the ache of attraction and need that he'd carried with him for months, suddenly sky-rocketed to an angry, burning desire, that had to be satisfied.
He had pulled away from Spike, gasping for breath. His eyes darkened as they met the burning blue ones belonging to the blond vampire. "Apartment. Now," he ordered. One of those words had more than one syllable. He wasn't losing his mind...right?
The rest of the trip home was a blur. All Xander could remember for sure was that somehow half a block took them at least four times longer than the rest of the journey. Other than that, all he could recall were flashes of Spike's mouth on his, on his neck, his jaw.. ..the cool, hard body pressed firmly against his and a hand cupping his erection through his jeans, before they stumbled into the apartment and slammed the door shut behind them.
They broke apart briefly then. The two of them stood about a foot apart, both panting and staring at each other with wild eyes. Then, for the second time that night, the Warrior inside Xander took over.
Without letting his gaze leave Spike's, Xander took the vampire by the collar and unceremoniously dragged him to the bedroom and threw him down on the bed.
Spike landed with a soft thump on his back, with his legs partially spread. He stared up at Xander, the awe in his eyes unable to completely mask the excitement that was evident there.
"Xander," he breathed. Not asking or questioning...recognising.
The dark-haired man's eyes simmered as he began to stalk towards the vampire. This was no shy, self-deprecating zeppo with only his humour to fall back on....this was Xander, powerful, confident and determined. Spike was helplessly fond of the boy, but he *belonged* to the man who approached him now.
Xander shed his shirt and kicked off his shoes before he reached the bed. He paused at the edge and knelt down, taking one of Spike's boot-clad feet in hand and running the other hand further up the his leg, before pulling the boot and sock from his foot.
He made sure the vampire was watching him, and then cradled the heel of the foot with his hands and stroked his tongue on one long sweep across the base of the his foot.
Spike shuddered and then cursed inawardly at himself for doing so. The boy had barely touched him yet and Spike felt as though he was already teetering on the edge. He was reeling from the shock of the feel of Xander's tongue on his *foot* for christsake. When had he become so damn easy?
Meanwhile Xander had divested him of his other boot and was now crawling up his body and Spike suddenly found other things to think about. Spike reached down to twine his fingers in the brunette's hair.
Xander stopped his approach at Spike's waistline, gently tugging his shirt up to bare his torso and replacing the material with his lips. The first time he pressed his warm lips against the cool skin of the vampire's stomach, he slipped out the tip of his tongue and used it to make intricate designs around Spike's navel.
To Spike it felt as though he was leaving burn marks everywhere he touched. He tightened his grip in the boy's hair and arched up against him, trying to get more contact, but Xander pulled away completely.
Spike growled at him. "That's about enough of that, pet," he grumbled in a low, rough voice and pulled him up until his face was level with his.
Xander gave the vampire a sly grin that was part boy, part Warrior. "Impatient?" he teased, sliding his hips between Spike's legs and deliberately rubbing against him.
Spike's head lolled back as he moaned at the friction and Xander took that oppurtunity to slide a hot tongue and wet lips across the vampire's adam's apple, causing him to moan even more.
Xander took both Spike's hands and stretched them above his head, before leaving them there and trailing his own down his chest to grasp the hem of his shirt. He pulled away from Spike's neck, long enough to pull the shirt off over his head.
Spike rolled his head back to look Xander in the eyes. He wrapped his legs around the boy's waist and arched upwards making Xander gasp. He grinned. "My turn," he informed Xander, before rolling them both over so that Xander was on his back and Spike was straddling his thighs.
Spike began to work quickly on the boy's zipper. He needed Xander skin to skin *now*. Once the fastenings were undone, Spike uncermoniously yanked the boy's jeans and boxers down to his ankles and pulled them off his feet. That done with, Spike stepped back and stood, quickly unfastening his own jeans and kicking them off.
Only then did he allow himself to look at Xander. His hungry eyes traced the boy from feet to his eyes, where he found the brunette making a similar path along his body with his own eyes. Spike licked his lips and noted with satisfaction, the shiver that ran through the boy's body in reaction to it.
"Spike," the Warrior spoke. "Now. Goddamit, now!"
Spike covered Xander's body with his own and met his lips with furious passion, thrusting his tongue in and out of the brunette's mouth in time with the thrusts of his hips.
Once again their hardend members were rubbing together, but Spike discovered it was a completely different experience skin to skin. He had wanted this so badly...and now he needed more. He needed to be inside Xander...needed...Oh god...
"Xander," he gasped out as their lips parted.
Xander nodded, knowing what he was asking. He reached a fumbling hand into the bedside dresser and produced a small white tube. He handed the tube to Spike and then pulled his head down into another kiss, this time leading with his own tongue.
Spike leant into the kiss for a moment, before pulling away and fumbling with the tube. A moment later he slipped two slick fingers between the boy's legs and into him.
Xander bit his lip, but did not make any noise.
Not satisfied with hiss silence, Spike pushed the fingers in a little further, scissoring them to stretch the space. He grinned evilly at Xander and bent them, deftly finding the right spot.
Xander let out a long groan. "Oh Gggodd," he moaned.
Spike pulled the fingers out and thrust them into him again, against the spot and Xander groaned again. Spike continued to thrust the fingers in and out of him, using his groans to judge which level of force he preferred, until Xander reached down and grasped the vampire's hand.
"Enough," he gasped. "I need..." he trailed off, but Spike was fairly sure he knew what Xander needed.
Grasping his legs, lifting them and spreading them wider, Spike positioned himself at Xander's puckered entrance. Xander was panting and whimpering constantly now and Spike thought he could hear the word 'please' repeated again and again under his breath.
With a single swift thrust, he was inside Xander and the two of them moaned in unison.
Spike gave them a moment to adjust themselves and then, while leaning down and plying Xander's lips with his own, began thrusting into him with a steady, slow pace.
At first Xander was satified with the pace Spike had set, but after a few minutes, he began to push back against his thrust at a higher pace. His breathing was laboured. "Please..." he moaned, and this time Spike was sure he heard it.
Spike nodded, too far gone to try and make coherent sounds. He gripped Xander's hips with both hands and began to thrust faster and harder, his torso rubbing against Xander's hardend member at the same pace.
Xander cried out, his head rolling back and his eyes closing, the sensations washing over him taking control of his every thought. He was so close...he was...oh god, he was...ohgodohgod...and then he was there and....OH GOD....tumbling over the edge.
The feelings engulfed him and he cried out again - a choked, moaning sound - which he could hear the echoes of as he fell back down to earth. He was vaguely aware of Spike's thrusting crazily against him, before making a similar sound to the one he'd just made and collapsing against him.
For a long moment there was silence bar the sound of Xander's ragged breathing and Spike's unnecessary panting. after a moment, the vampire shifted their bodies around until they were lying in a loose embrace.
Spike leaned his cheek against Xander's chest and wrapped his arm around his waist. "Mine," the vampire muttered into the boy's chest, refusing to meet his gaze.
Xander took the hand that lay across his torso and twined it with his own. "Yours," he agreed.
After a moment, Xander's breathing evened. They slept.
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