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"What the fuck is that?" Wolverine
growled. He was wrapped around Remy on the bed in his cabin, but a weird
howling noise had woken him out of a deep sleep. He sniffed once and could
swear he smelled sulphur. He tried to slip out of bed without waking
Remy, but failed miserably as always. "Stay behind me," he said after
they had both pulled on some pants. "I don't know what's out there."
They were both too busy to notice the blinking light on the intercom they'd
turned off the night before. "Remy not likin' this, cher," he
whispered from behind Wolverine. Hovering a few yards in front of the cabin was
a glowing black sphere laced with lightning. Wolverine took a single step forward, trying to
get a better look at it, when bands of lightning arced out of it and started
pulling him in. He felt Remy grab him and try to pull him back. "Let go of
me," he bellowed. "You're not getting pulled in there with me." "Not gonna happen, cher. You promised Remy
you wouldn't leave him," Remy said as he tightened his grip just before
they were both sucked into the sphere. <><><><><><> "You guys almost done?" Buffy
grunted. There had been a coven of magic using vampires trying to unseal the
Hellmouth and they were trying to stop it. The spell took four people so
Willow, Tara, Giles and Xander were in the back of the room casting while she
and Spike tried to keep them safe. "They're getting close, Slayer. I been
keeping an eye on the spell," Spike said as he staked another of the
vampires. "Fuck, they might not be close enough." A black sphere was
forming over the Hellmouth and it kept growing while the last of the coven was
staked. Lightning arced out and threw Buffy and Spike
against the wall. At the same time the spell was completed and the room was
washed in light then darkness before things returned to normal, other then the
two barely dressed figures collapsed on each other where the sphere had been. “What happened?” Willow shouted out. She had known that the spell was unpredictable, but this was
completely unexpected. “Did
it pull something out of the Hellmouth?” "Don't know, Red. They don't smell like
demons but they don't smell totally human either." Spike grimaced mid
sniff. "One of them smells kinda like a werewolf." He and Buffy moved
in a little closer while he was talking. Wolverine’s head snapped up when Buffy
approached and he jumped into a crouching position protecting Remy. His claws extended immediately and he
started growling at her. "Thinking the not a demon guess was way
off there, Spike," Buffy said, pulling her stake out. She looked the two
strangers over carefully, noting the claws on one and the glowing red eyes on
the other. "Why don't good guys ever come though the evil portal
thingie?" “Little girl, put down your pointy stick,” Logan growled, still
putting himself between Remy and her, even though he didn’t
register her as a real threat. He wasn’t
willing to put Remy at risk. "Buffy, please give them a chance to talk
before you kill them," Giles said as he moved up behind her. "There
was no feeling of evil as the spell completed and it should have stopped any
demons from coming through." “Should have being the optimal words there,” Buffy huffed as she
used her stake to point at Remy first then Logan. “That one has demon eyes! If he’s not
a demon then he’s a half breed or at least a freak, then there’s Mr.
Edward Scissorhands wannabe over here.” "Girl, you better watch your mouth,"
Wolverine growled. "We were asleep when your bubble thing dragged us here.
If you think you can go around pulling people here to kill you got a rude
awakening coming." “Logan, we need ta get outta here,” Remy said. He could sense that what appeared to be no
more than an overzealous cheerleader had every intention of killing them and
believed she could do it. What was
scarier was the fact that everyone else in the room believed that she could
too. "Slayer, these aren't demons. Chip gets
all tingly just thinking about tearing either of their heads off," Spike
said. He caught Wolverine glaring at him for a second as his attention went
between the two of them and flashed into game face. "Don't flash those
things at me. I just kill demons now not humans." “Shit!” Logan hissed. “That’s
some mutation! Bet it’s a
great party trick, kid.” "Yes, well, they don't even seem to
recognize vampires. I think we should all calm down and discuss this,"
Giles said looking at Wolverine. "Can you put those back from wherever
they came from? Buffy will put the stake away and Xander will lower the crossbow." Logan sheathed his claws, but Remy reached out
to touch him. Mostly it was to ground
himself in a room full of volatile emotions, but he also just felt the need to
touch his lover. “Logan,
need ta get outta here…” Remy repeated. He was feeling jittery and the girl made his skin crawl. "He might be uncomfortable around the
Hellmouth," Willow said quietly. "We could go to the far side of
campus before talking. He might feel better then." Spike for the first time looked closely at the
man mostly hidden by the larger man. He
was young and probably the age of most of the Scoobies. His muscles were well defined and his long
red hair fell past his shoulders.
Combine that with the kid’s red on black eyes and he
made a striking figure. Logan noticed
Spike looking over Remy and started to growl low in his stomach. "I see," Spike muttered under his
breath then started when it was obvious that clawboy had heard him. He kept his
voice at the same volume and kept talking "I'll stay away from yours and
the two of you stay away from the boy. He's mine even if he doesn't know it
yet." Wolverine bared his canines at Spike and
continued to growl, but it lessened a bit when he nodded. He somehow sensed that this ‘Spike’ was
just one step above feral. “Some
clothes for my boy would be nice.” Xander uncocked the crossbow and walked up to
them. "Hi guys. I'm Xander and this is Buffy, Spike, Willow, Tara, and
Giles. Don't let Deadboy Junior over there scare you," He said with a
smile. "Now lets get away from the portal to multiple hell
dimensions." Logan gave Remy a look to let him know he didn’t
want him to talk. He made sure to keep
Remy behind him at all times. “Wolverine
and Gambit,” Logan introduced them, deciding it was safer to go with their fighting
names. "See, Spike, I told you all the cool guys
have codenames. Even guys from other worlds have nicknames too. I'm going to
pick one," Xander said as he led the visitors down a rubble filled hall. “Y’all can call us Remy ‘n Logan,” Remy said and then shut up
when Logan scowled at him. "Cool, those are normal sounding names.
Not demony at all, but why do your eyes glow like that. It's kinda cool to see
that on someone not trying to rip my heart out. Never appreciate red eyes when
you're about to die you know." Xander said to Remy. He was ignoring Logan
for the most part because he didn't seem nearly as friendly. “Does the boy ever shut up?” Logan growled to Spike before
Remy could answer. "Naw, the whelp always has something to
say. Now that he knows you're not demons he'll want to be your best
friends," Spike said with a trace of bitterness in his voice. "Just
wait 'till Rupes starts quizzing you. You'll be wishing the boy was all you had
to worry about." “I don’t take shit from no one,” Wolverine said to Spike. “We’re
not some sort of animals you can experiment on.” "No, of course not. We'd never do anything
like that, but I will have some questions for you. I'll need to know where you
came from if we're to have any chance of returning you to whatever dimension
you came from," Giles said. "We tried to seal the Hellmouth as soon
as we found out what was happening, but we were obviously too slow. I'm not
sure how to send you back without reopening it." “Dimensions? Hellmouth? What
kinda place is dis?” Remy asked. He might be a thief
and not claim any sort of personal relationship with any god, but he’d
been raised a good Catholic going to church on Easter and Christmas. Mentioning of demons and hell made him more
than uneasy. "You're in Sunnydale, California, but
there is a portal to hell here and because of that lots of demons and
vampires," Willow babbled. "We kinda kill them all and mess up their
plans, but this group got pretty far along in opening the Hellmouth before we
dusted them all. We resealed it, but somehow you got pulled through first. Do
you have shrimp on your world?" Remy blinked at Willow a few times. “How do ya t’ink
we make gumbo? What’s
your power, mon petite?” "Well, this former demon who was here for
a while before she left to explore the world told us about a dimension without
shrimp so I was wondering. Oh, me and Tara are witches." When Remy got an
apprehensive look she giggled. "Not bad witches. We're good witches so
you're safe with us." “Don’t know ‘bout anyone who plays around with all dat voodoo mumbo jumbo,” Remy
said. He might not follow it, but he
had a healthy respect for voodoo practitioners after growing up in Louisiana. "Mr. Remy, is this far enough away that we
can talk about what happened?" Giles asked as they got to an almost intact
room on the edge of the school. "It will be easier to discuss this all at
once." “Don’t call Remy Mister,” Remy laughed, but from habit he knew he had to
hide his empathic abilities. “And
didn’t need ta be away from it, just was a lot ta handle, dat’s
all.” "Well, from your reaction I thought you
might be able to feel the Hellmouth. All of us can feel it to some point, but
those of us who use magic can feel it as can vampires like Spike," Giles
said. "Let's take care of the questions the two of you have first then I
have some for you." “So this is California,” Logan started. He looked at Remy until the younger man sat down and then he
started to pace in front of his lover, his protective instincts in
overdrive. “If
this is anything like our world, then this state would barely classify as
earth. But your world is full of
vampire, demons, witches and…” Wolverine looked at Buffy and snorted. “Pom
Pom girls with delusions of grandeur.” "Hey buster, I'm the Slayer. I've killed
more demons and vamps then you can imagine so don't make fun of my clothes. At
least I'm wearing more then sweatpants," Buffy said. "So what are
your non-human powers or is it just the shiny claws?" “Not stupid enough to tell ya that, bub,” Logan grinned. “And I know I look damn good in
just sweat pants. After we were pulled
out of bed, you’re lucky we didn’t show up naked.” "Please, if we're to get you back home,
you're going to have to trust us at least somewhat," Giles said with a
sigh and a glare in Buffy's direction. "Mr. Re… that
is Remy must have some affinity to the emanations of the Hellmouth if it was
bothering him like that and at least part of your abilities were shown with the
claws. We've told you about ourselves. Buffy is the Slayer, imbued with
superhuman strength and ability to sense evil. Spike is a vampire currently
working for us, Willow, Tara and I are all spell casters, and Xander helps
out." Xander winced a little when he got stuck with
the title of ‘helper’. He felt like a schmuck and he
hated that people they’d just met knew that he was lowest on the totem
pole that was the Scoobies. "He's da strongest of you all
though," Remy said quietly with a small smile in Xander's direction. His
feelings of being on the outside felt familiar to Remy, but he had an inner
reserve of strength that Remy could only envy. Buffy laughed out loud at that comment. “What, were you a comedian in
your dimension? Xander is like our
sidekick. Are you growly man’s
sidekick?” "Slayer, you might not want to piss off
the nice man with the claws," Spike said. "You lot are always
underestimating the whelp." He lapsed into embarrassed silence after
seeing Xander's incredulous expression. It might not be his place yet, but he
wanted to be protecting Xander the way clawboy was protecting his mate. “Are all couples in your world same-sex?” Willow asked, wanting
desperately to change the subject. “One
can only hope there’s someplace out there like that, can’t we?” She looked at Tara and smiled softly. "No," Wolverine growled, "And I
doubt that question will help us get home." “Logan, be nice,” Remy whispered to his lover and came up behind
him, placing his hand reassuringly on Logan’s shoulder. He was used to calming down his fierce
lover. “Da lil’
ladies are together, like us.” "Buffy, take Willow and Tara back to check
the seals on the Hellmouth," Giles said. After he was sure they were gone
he turned back to the two visitors. "Alright, it's been a very long night
and I'm tired of the bickering. You two sit down and answer my questions so I
can decide what to do for tonight and where to start researching
tomorrow." “Logan…” Remy said the name in a warning tone when he heard Logan start growling
again. He knew his lover’s
instincts were on overdrive, so Remy made a point of sitting next to him so
close that he was virtually in his lap.
“We’ll answer your questions if we can.” "Thank you, I need to know what you call your
world and exactly how you got pulled here to start with." “We calls it New Jersey,” Remy deadpanned and smirked after a
moment. “Big dinosaurs roam da
earth and everyone is gay…” “Brat!” Logan huffed fondly and cuffed Remy on the back of his head. “It’s
called Earth. We live in New Jersey at
a school for gifted kids.” "Fascinating, so you're from an alternate
earth. That might make it easier to send you back if we can find the right one
and we won't have to open a hole to a hell dimension. How did you get pulled
here?" Giles said. He'd pulled a mini-notepad out of his blazer pocket and
was taking notes while he talked. Logan repeated the story detail and watched
Giles scribble on the notepad. Remy
leaned over and whispered in Logan’s ear, “He reminds
Remy of da Professor.” "You guys have your own version of
Giles?" Xander asked. "Is he as uptight as G-Man here?" “Non, not da same man,” Remy explained. “He’s just da leader of our group.
Well, not da leader, dat would be ol’ Cyclops, but he does
run da school and he created da X-Men.” "Fuck, you're superheroes aren't you? Like
in comic books. Do you guys have uniforms?" Xander turned to Giles.
"X-Men definitely sounds like superheroes, just like the JLA or something
and if they come from a copy of earth I bet not everyone has claws and red
eyes." “No, not everyone, just the mutants,” Logan explained. “And
we’re not superheroes. We’re
people tryin’ to do the right thing.” "Well, this is enough to get started.
Xander, can they stay at your apartment for the night? I know you already have
Spike there, but there's even less room at my place for them," Giles said,
wanting to keep them separated from Buffy for now if possible. “If they don’t mind sleeping on the floor…” Xander said. “And I
assume you’ll want to stay together because I got the impression that you’re… ya
know, hooked up.” "You got a problem with that, boy?"
Wolverine challenged as he pulled Remy upright next to him. “N-No,” Xander shook his head and gulped heavily. Spike gave a warning growl he was sure
Wolverine could hear and moved slightly closer to Xander. "Let’s get
out of here before Slutty comes back, eh? We can talk on the way back." “I don’t know how your world works, but we’ll attract a little attention
walkin’ around without shirts on,” Logan noted. “At least get one for Remy
here. He gets cold quickly.” "Here," Xander said, pulling off his
orange and yellow floral print shirt and handing it to Remy. "My t-shirt
will keep me warm enough and you all can borrow some clothes when we get to my
place." “Hey, dis okay,” Remy smiled at Xander, humouring him in a way
he had learned early on without hurting the young man’s
feelings. “Nice
n’ bright. Don’t
suppose ya got any glasses ta hide Remy’s eyes? And maybe a big coat?” Wolverine took one look at the shirt and
decided he'd stick to his sweats if all the boy's clothes looked like that.
Scenting the air, he smelled Buffy coming back. "Put it on. It's time to
get the hell out of here before she gets back." The trip back to Xander’s
apartment was made in relative silence until they entered. “Ummm, I kinda rethought
it. Spike can have his room, you can
both have mine and I’ll take the couch. My bed is way more comfortable than the floor, even if it’s not
quite big enough for the both of you…” "No, cher. Remy n’ Logan can't take your
bed," Remy said. "The floor's nicer then some of the places Remy's
slept." “You have to take my bed,” Xander gave Remy a goofy
smile. “You’re my
guests. It doesn’t matter,
really.” "So, if you're a vampire why are you
helping them?" Logan asked Spike. He wasn't really bothered by Xander
talking to Remy anymore. He'd figured out the boy was just being friendly, but
he did want to find out just what was going on in this world. “I got my reasons,” Spike answered with a shrug. “Listen, I can smell the smoke
on you. Wanna come outside and share a
fag with me? The boy hates it when I
smoke it inside.” "Spike has a chip that some evil
government types stuck in his head. Makes it so he can't kill us, but he's
always telling us as soon as he gets it out he's gonna kill us all,"
Xander said with a shrug. "Not gonna leave him to fend for himself though
so we give him blood and he helps us kill stuff." “Thanks, pet,” Spike said with a sigh and then turned back to Wolverine. “Want that fag now? Outside.” "You got any cigars?" Wolverine asked
as he looked disdainfully at the pack of smokes Spike was holding up. He was
hoping he wouldn't have to settle for those. “Nah, bad habit that,” Spike said and walked outside. He lit up a cigarette and took a deep drag. "These taste like shit," Logan said
with the cigarette dangling from his lips. "So why haven't you taken the
boy? He's attracted to you." He figured the sooner those two were paired
off the better, especially if they were all living together. “It’s complicated. There’s an
age difference for one. And I’ll
have you know this is the best brand I’ve stolen in a long time.” "Bullshit, he's just like Remy. He'll
never be ready on his own. You gotta get him ready then take him," Logan
said. "He wants it, but he's too afraid right now. He'd probably be a lot
of work like Remy too." “Oh yeah?” Spike raised an eyebrow. “What exactly did ya do to get
that raver ready for you?” "Just focused on him for a few days. Once
he was sure I was interested and not going to hurt him he couldn't get to me
fast enough," Logan said with a grin. "Bet you some decent cigars
your boy's the same way. Hey, those government types that got you, they still
around?" “Nope,” Spike answered quietly. “They
fooled around with Mother Nature and tried to make the perfect solder. It backfired on them.” "Good, I don't like their type. These
claws are a gift from some like that on my world. Took 'em a few years to get
it right from what I remember," Wolverine said with a growl as he stomped
out his cigarette. “Sometimes what they did makes me feel like less of a man, but then again… I’m not
a man, I’m a vampire,” Spike said, pulling every last bit of smoke he could out of his
butt. “I notice that your boy’s
carrying around a lot of hurt with him.
Xander’s the same and he’s not completely human either. Had more than one run in with a demon.” "Yeah, he's empathic and I've never seen
him take to someone like that. Figured they were alike somehow. Before we go
back in tell me about the bitch. She rubs Remy and I the wrong way." “Add me to that list,” Spike snorted. “She the queen shit
around here. Born to fight the
evildoers like me, la de freakin’ da. Vampire Slayer with an attitude problem.” Inside, Xander was trying to get all the
details about the X-Men he could. The whole idea of real superheros was
overwhelming, but Remy seemed really normal in spite of being a superhero.
"So have you and Logan been together long?" he asked after most of
his questions were left unanswered. “Little over a year since da ol’ man decided he wanted me,” Remy
said. "And you were cool with that? I mean you
wanted him too right?" Xander said a little wistfully. “Yeah, wanted da Wolverine a lot,” Remy responded. “He’s
everything dat I wanted.” "You're really lucky then. I saw the way
he was protecting you, but he doesn't mind that we're in here talking while
he's outside," Xander said. "How did he tell you he wanted you? Did
he just come up and say it straight out or something?" “Started payin’ attention ta Remy,” he
said, smiling at the memories. “Also
started ta chase away anyone else who might’ve been interested. Started actin’ all possessive and shit… it
was real cute.” "I can imagine him scaring people off. I'm
scared of him when he's not even paying attention to me you know. He kinda
gives off the 'would be so easy to kill you if I wanted' vibe that Spike gives
off," Xander said with a chuckle. While he was talking he went to the hall
closet and started pulling out sleeping bags and blankets. “Ya know, there’s a way to appease men like dat,” Remy
told Xander. “You just hafta make dem t’ink they’re in
charge all da time, but we’re really da one in charge. Once ya got ‘em, they need ya and
they usually hate dat.” "Thanks, but I don't think I have to worry
about that. I seem to just attract demon women who want to kill me, or use me
for sperm," Xander looked down and kicked at the bedding he'd gotten out.
"I don't look anything like you though." “Dat’s right, ya look normal. You’re
beautiful.” "Right, because normal looks so
cool," Xander said with a snort. "It was nice of you to say
though." He lapsed into an embarrassed silence as Spike and Logan walked
back in. “You bein’ good, Remy?” Logan asked, taking one look at the embarrassed young man standing next
to him. "Remy always be good. Jus takin' to
Xander." Remy walked over and let Logan wrap his arms around him. “He’s gettin’ tired,” Logan grumbled. “Where’s our
bed?” "Um, right there," Xander said
pointing at the pile of stuff he'd gotten out of the closet. "Unless
you've decided to use my bed tonight after all. I really don't mind either
way." “And when are y’all goin’ to bed?”
Logan asked. He knew what he wanted to
do and it involved Remy. “Floor’s
fine with us.” Xander blushed when he realized why Logan was
asking that. "I'm going to bed right now and I sleep really soundly. Not
sure when Spike's going to bed, this is kinda daytime for him you know. You
guys need anything or should I go now? I'll make sure to give you warning
before I come out in the morning." “Why don’t you come out with me for a bit, Xander?” Spike asked. “When was the last time you
ate?” "7-11, Twinkies, a slurpie, and a quick
patrol?" Xander asked. "It would take at least two hours and we'd be
quiet when we came back in. Unless that would bother you guys too much." “Yeah, yeah, that’s fine with us,” Logan answered, already
pushing Remy towards the pile of blankets.
“Have fun and bring us back some Twinkies. Oh, where do you keep your stuff?” Spike dug around in his duster and tossed some
lube to Logan. "There ya go, mate. Remember the boy has neighbours and all
that rot." He had to fight back a laugh at the blush that seemed to be
taking over Xander's entire body. <><><><><><> Xander had his stake in his pocket and was
demolishing an entire pack of Twinkies.
They were walking in one of the safer cemeteries in town “patrolling”. “These are really good, want
some Spike?” "Naw, I'm still not sure those things are
even good food for a human," Spike said while idly scanning the graveyard.
With a mental shake, he decided to try out Logan's advice. "Should
probably start eating better, Xan. Maybe have Buffy or me teach you how to
fight better, too." The smile dropped from Xander’s
face. “I know how to fight,” he
mumbled. He was used to Buffy insulting
his lack of skill, but Spike usually only gifted him with snarky comments he
could dismiss. He knew how to fight,
but anything he ever did was always outshone or interrupted by Buffy. "Yeah, but you could fight better. Less
chance of getting hurt then, and some of us have over a hundred years of
practice," Spike said, fighting the urge to snap at the boy. “I have the knowledge of the soldier in my head,”
Xander answered a little testily. “I can
fight as well, or better than any humans, but Buffy isn’t a
regular human. No one can measure up to
her. Even Willow and Tara aren’t
normal, they’re witches. Giles…
well, Giles was a watcher and has that whole Ripper thing going for him. I’m the only one who’s
just a regular, pitiful human.” "I wasn't insulting you," Spike said
with an annoyed sigh. "I was just pointing out that with some practice you
could be even better, but if you're not interested that's fine with me." Xander was more than used to people getting
pissed off at him. “I’m not
worth teaching. Why don’t you
go do vampire things and I’ll just keep patrolling.” He didn’t even bother to finish his
Twinkie and just stuffed it back into its wrapper, then into his
pocket. "Wouldn't have offered if I didn't think
you were worth teaching, and you're not wandering off alone. Going around to
find things to kill is a vampire thing," Spike fell into step with Xander
and followed him deeper into the cemetery. “Must be nice to know you’re going to live for awhile,”
Xander said, wanting to change the subject.
He thought it was unlikely that he would make twenty-five years old and
a miracle if he saw thirty. "Sometimes it is, but sometimes it's
worse. When I'm in a fight and think I might get dusted that's thousands of
years I'd be missing at least," Spike said. "So you want to start
training with me?" “It would be a waste of your time,” Xander insisted. “That
and I really don’t have the time. I have to help
patrol at night and then work on top of that.
I’m helping Buffy pay for her tuition since she doesn’t
have time to work, study and be the Slayer…” "You're paying so that bint can go to
school? She's the Slayer and odds are she'll not be around long enough to put a
degree to good use," Spike snorted. "We'll find time starting
tomorrow. Might be a good thing to get started when those other two are here.
Can demonstrate some stuff that way." Spike was so distracted reigning in
his normal snark that he didn't sense the vampires before they were practically
on top of them. Spike was so busy fighting three fledglings
that he wasn’t able to help Xander who was stuck fighting the oldest and largest
vampire. He was able to dust the
fledges quickly enough, but before the dust settled he heard Xander cry out in
pain. "Bloody hell," he cursed when he saw
the vamp biting into Xander's neck. He leapt over the body in front of him and
tore the head off the vampire that had Xander. Blood was pouring out of the wound on Xander’s
neck and the boy was actually laughing.
“Going to bleed to death…” "No you're not," Spike mumbled as he
bent over Xander's neck. "Just gonna get this sealed up and then taking
you home." He ignored Xander's protests and put his mouth over the wounds.
One quick draw to get any essence of the other vamp out then a few swipes of
his tongue to make sure the wounds healed without a scar. “You could take more if you wanted,” Xander whispered, turning his
neck to the side. "Not trying to drain ya, pet," Spike
said, indulging himself while Xander was too out of it to pickup on the
nickname. "Just making sure there was no taint of him left in you."
He picked Xander up and started hurrying back to the apartment. "You sleep
if you want to. We'll be home in a few minutes." “You could have had more blood cause I know you needed it,”
Xander slurred and then giggled a bit. “I don’t
mind being your blood bank.” "Offer sometime when you're not half dead
and I might take you up on that, pet," Spike sighed, wishing Xander was
like this all the time. He kept up a stream of pointless conversation until
they were outside the door to the apartment. "We're coming in," he
said loud enough for Logan to hear him and opened the door. “Not done yet!” was Logan’s curt reply from the dark
corners of the living room, followed by the sound of skin hitting skin and Remy’s
moans. "We got attacked and the boy got hurt
before I dusted them all," Spike said, totally ignoring Logan. "Gonna
put him in his room and fix him something to eat and drink." “Fine,” Logan grunted and continued to pound into Remy. He was just about done and wasn’t
about to stop just because someone else was in the room. "Remy's really lucky isn't he,"
Xander mumbled as he was laid on his bed. "I thought that bite would have
hurt more. Are you going to tell Giles?" “No, I won’t tell Giles,” Spike said, starting to pull off Xander’s
blood stained shirt. “Why
is Remy so lucky?” "Cuz he's got Logan taking care of
him," Xander almost whispered as he started to fall asleep. "They
really like each other you know." There was a loud scream from the living room
and curses in French. “Yeah,
I can see that they like each other, pet,” Spike said. He watched Xander sleeping for a minute and
gave their guests a minute to clean up, then went out to get Xander something
to drink. He'd watched the boy when he was hurt before and knew he'd be awake
again in less than thirty minutes. "If you do that again, keep it quiet.
Boy's asleep now," he hissed as he walked by the blanket-covered forms. “My boy has passed out, so don’t worry about it,”
Logan said with a fond chuckle. “You need any help?” "No, I think he likes you so I don't want
you anywhere near him. Nothing personal, mate, but I don't need him seeing you
helping him when he's hurt," Spike said. He poured a glass of orange juice
and grabbed an apple to slice up. “I was thinking more about keeping watch,” Logan grunted. “Can’t be
too careful when you’re dealing with the enemy.” "They're all dust, literally, and vamps
can't enter a house unless they are invited," Spike said as he walked back
to Xander's bedroom. "Make sure your boy knows not to open any curtains
while I'm here." <><><><><><> Spike decided he was going to train the boy,
whether he liked it or not. Now it was
just a matter of trying to arrange safe gym space. He wouldn’t use the Slayer’s training facilities
and risk her mocking Xander. He could
call in a few favours around town and he thought he had just the place in mind. "Hey, Xander, you feeling better?"
Remy asked as he got up from the chair he was sitting on. Spike had left him
with specific instructions to stay by Xander and for Logan to guard from the
front room. “I feel like I have a hangover,” Xander groaned with his head
under a pillow. "Spike left dis juice for ya," Remy
said. He pulled the pillow away and handed Xander the glass. "He tell Remy
to make sure you drink it all if you wake up, cher." “Spike really said that?” Xander started to blink at Remy owlishly. "He worries about you a lot," Remy
said. "He tell Remy what to do for half an hour, and made sure Logan was
staying away from you." “Why would he want Logan to stay away from me?”
Xander asked, now slowly sipping the juice. "He t’inks ya got a thing for Logan,"
Remy said in a whisper. "He don't want Logan anywhere near ya." “I… I don’t have a thing for Logan,” Xander stammered and a little
of his juice sloshed on to the bedding.
“Why would he think that? You don’t
think he really thinks that, do you?” "He's jus jealous. Logan da same way. He
don't want Remy near Spike much," Remy answered with a shrug. "And
Remy can sense da vamp's jealousy easy." “How can you sense that? What else can you sense?”
Xander didn’t even pause between questions.
He was never able to read Spike accurately and now there was someone who
could. "Not fair for Remy to get in someone's
head and tell all der secrets, but Spiky's very possessive of you. Maybe more
den Logan is of me," Remy said. “No, he’s not,” Xander denied. “It’s not like that between us.” "Remy, don't know what ya do, just how you
both feel." Remy took the now empty glass from Xander. He didn't want to
spell things out too much, but a small push might be enough so the two of them
would talk to each other. “Spike could have moved out a while ago,” Xander said, trying to
sound casual. This wasn’t
something he could discuss with anyone normally. “He doesn’t have to stay here, but I want him here.” "Remy not telling no more, cher. You two
need ta figure de rest out together," Remy said. "Gonna get you more
ta drink, want Remy to get some food, too?" “I’m not hungry,” Xander mumbled. The truth was he didn’t have much food in the
refrigerator or cupboards. There would
be blood in the fridge for sure and Weetabix in the cupboard for Spike, but it
was between paycheques and Xander couldn’t afford too much human food
right now. "Spiky's bringin' back food," Remy
said with a grin. "He's finding someplace to train you. Don't want you
hurt again." “I’ll have to pay him back,” Xander muttered. He wasn’t sure how long Remy and Logan
would be staying with them, but it would definitely be a drain on his
resources. He would just have to ask
for extra shifts at work. "He'll take care of things if you let
'em," Remy said just before he left the room and headed to the kitchen. <><><><><><> “I’ve spoken with Logan at length.
As far as I can understand, they come from world where humans started to
mutate into a new species. I’ve
compared histories and our past seems to seem to be relatively the same, but
the current President is certainly different.
The best possibility I can see is somehow being able to contact a person
in their dimension called Charles Xavier.
Logan says he’s the most powerful psychic on their world,”
Giles said. They were trying to come up
with a game plan to get the men back to their dimension. "Good, those guys may be good guys but
they make me get all icky when they are around," Buffy said. "So how
do we contact this professor guy? Magic?" “Yes,” Willow said. “I had to find something to tune into in their
dimension that their world has that ours doesn’t. Logan told me that his claws are made of
something called Adamantium that our world doesn’t have. If I open a portal aimed to target a dimension
with Adamantium, then that should work.” "We may have to try for a while to find
the right one. There are many legends about Adamantium so it's possible that
many worlds would have it," Giles said. "But I think it's a good
place to start. Have either of you called Xander to see how they are
doing?" “We didn’t talk to Xander too long,” Willow admitted. “I
didn’t really need to talk to him, only Logan or Remy.” "Well, we'll keep working on possible
spells and they can come over here after dark," Giles said absently as he
handed Buffy and Willow some books. "I must admit this whole situation is
quite fascinating." “Well, they’re not that fascinating to me,” Buffy huffed. “The sooner they’re
gone the better.” "They seemed very nice," Tara said from
the couch. She had been quietly looking through some books the whole time the
others were talking. "They'll make sure Xander's okay." “I don’t trust them,” Buffy insisted. Xander had been helping her out financially ever since he’d
gotten his first pay cheque. He’d
come to her and just slipped her a couple of twenties saying she deserved it
for what she did. Xander had told her
to buy things for herself and that’s what she had done. “Spike is already a bad enough
influence on Xander. He’s
slacking off.” "He's not slacking off. What are you
talking about?" Willow asked. "He's at all the meetings." “It doesn’t matter,” Buffy said, rolling her eyes. “Did you see how that Logan guy
was always touching the one with the demon eyes? Are we sure Xander is safe around them?” "As sure as we can be," Giles said.
"And the two are obviously lovers so the touching would be natural." “It’s not,” Buffy grumbled. “And
the age difference is disgusting.” "Buffy," Willow said sharply.
"There's nothing wrong with an age difference if they're both over
eighteen, and I thought they looked kinda cute together. Reminded me of Spike
and Xander with one all growly and the other kinda sweet." “Ewww,” Buffy made a gagging sound. “That is not a mental image I
want! Now that really is disgusting,
Spike and Xander? Please!” "Why is that disgusting?" Willow
challenged. “Well, it’s not you and Tara,” Buffy said with a long sigh. “They’re
guys.” "Same principle, Buffy, and you better get
used to it because I think they are building to having a thing," Willow
snapped back. “As if Spike would want Xander,” Buffy snorted. "Um, I think he's just waiting for Xander
to be ready," Tara said. She never looked up from her book so missed the
looks on everyone's faces. Wolverine used his claws to stab a piece of
pizza and hand it over to Remy. “There
ya go, Cajun. Nice to see that pizza is
the same here. Not sure if I could live
without it.” "Stop! I don't want to think about non-pizza
worlds, and don't even mention non-Twinkie worlds," Xander said with a
smirk. He mowed half-way through a piece of pizza before he spoke again.
"Spike, you are my hero. You talked the pizza place into putting extra
pepperoni on here again didn't you?" “Yeah, I know you like it, pet,” Spike answered. “Now getting them to put raw
hamburger on was another matter.” "Oh no. There will be no raw or bloody
items on the pizza when it's delivered. After it gets here you can use blood or
whatever you like on your pieces. That was the deal in return for me giving up
garlic," Xander said, ignoring the chuckles coming from Remy and the smirk
on Logan's face. “Spoil sport,” Spike huffed a little, but smiled.
“Don’t worry. The pizza bloke said no
and called me a freak.” "Nothing wrong with a little raw meat
sometimes. I like meat in general don't I, Remy?" Logan asked with a leer.
He'd figured out it was fun watching both the boys blush at the same time. “Logan!” Remy groaned and lowered his head so that his hair hid is face. “Behave yourself. Or you get no more meat…” "Oh they don't mind. I'm sure they both
would enjoy a nice piece of meat themselves so they know what I'm taking
about," Logan said. He'd heard Remy and Xander talking earlier, but
thought the two of them would need more then subtle pushes. Spike watched as Xander’s
blush crept down from his face to his neck.
“Hey, nobody teases the boy like that but me,”
Spike growled. Xander's blush managed to intensify somehow
even as he flashed Spike a hesitant grin. "We have to finish up so we can
get over to the magic shop," he said trying to change the conversation. “Logan and Remy could head over der by ourselves… give
y’all some time alone…” Remy suggested. "No, we couldn't do that to you. Plus, if
we don't come Buffy will think you killed us and it will get all messy,"
Xander said. "Maybe we can all patrol together tonight though. I mean all
four of us, and we can show you demon killing stuff." “And we can show y’all what we do,” Remy said, cracking his
knuckles. “Haven’t trained in a few days. Gettin’
stiff.” Xander glanced at Remy and turned bright red at
the mental picture he got. "I'm going to go get dressed," he got out
in a strangled voice as he left the table. He wasn't even interested in Remy
like that so why did his mind seem to be stuck on sex and taking innocent
comments the wrong way. Remy waited until Xander was in his room before
he spoke. “Ahh,
poor boy. Remy remembers what it was like
to be dat age. All dat hormones and
pent up sexual energy…” “You’ll only a year older than him, Rems,” Logan pointed out with
a dark chuckle. "Da boy's still innocent. He jus needs
someone to get him to open up. It'll be easier for him. He don't have the past
that Remy does." “He got his own problems,” Spike said and then got up
from the table. “I’ve
gotta go see how’s he’s doing.” "Remy gonna lock those two in a room
soon," Remy said as he moved into Logan's lap. "Xander needs Spike
and I think he needs him soon." Logan slapped Remy on the ass. “Fine, then they'll be gone
long enough for me to fuck you again.” "Non, not now. We have to meet the others.
Maybe Remy do it tonight if they still stupid." Remy squirmed a little and
smirked as the other two came out of the bedroom. Xander took one look at Remy and then noticed
that Logan was growling lightly. “Ah
man, you two were at it again, weren’t you? Maybe they have more sex in your dimension
than here…” "They just have more sex then most people,"
Spike said. "Right, Logan? I can tell the two of you are always pumping
out pheromones and shit. Gets more then annoying." Logan snorted and raised an eyebrow at
Spike. “I’m not
the only one who can smell pheromones, bub.” "Go.
Go. Time to go to the
meeting," Xander babbled as he started to blush again. He carefully
avoided looking at Spike as he ushered them out of the house. They walked to the meeting without further
incident and were soon inside the Magic Box. Buffy was sitting farthest away
from them and for some reason kept glaring at Xander. He went over to her and
whispered, “Buffy, I get paid on Friday.” "You sure you're going to have any left
after taking care of Spike?" she hissed. Xander winced.
They never talked about this openly before. She didn’t ask for money, he just gave it to her. At first it had been because he had a crush
on her, but now it was out of obligation and guilt. “He pays for his own stuff most of the time.” "Fine," Buffy said, withering a little
under the looks both Spike and Logan were giving her. “Sorry,” Xander mumbled and slipped back to his chair slumping deeper into it. "We're gonna have a little talk when we
get back aren't we, Xander," Spike said as he moved up behind Xander's chair.
"Few more things are making sense." Xander sank deeper into his chair. He remembered his father saying things like
that to his mother. “Yes,
Spike.” "Don't get upset." Spike could smell
just how uneasy Xander was now. "Just meant we're gonna talk about ending
whatever you're doing for Bitchy. If she's treating you like that there's no
need for you to be givin' her money." “Don’t wanna talk about it,” Xander mumbled. “We’d
better concentrate on getting Remy and Logan home.” "I think I might have a way to locate your
home dimension," Giles said once everyone was settled. "After that we
will still have to find a way to open a portal, but it will be a start. We
think we can use your Adamantium to locate similar dimensions, and then try to
contact Dr. Xavier to verify we have the right one." “Will Remy and Logan be able to get through da portal?” Remy
asked. "That would be the goal, yes. First we
have to be sure we are trying to open a portal to the right place, and where
exactly that is will determine how we have to open the portal," Giles
said. "Now, to cast the first spell we are going to need some shavings off
your claws, Logan." “That’s not gonna happen, bub,” Logan laughed. “Adamantium is indestructible.” "He can just put his claws in the potion.
It shouldn't hurt him at all," Willow piped up. “Are you sure, lil’ witch?” Remy asked. In his own right he was very protective of
Logan. "Well it should be safe, and it's really
the only way. We could try to find another way though if you want, but I don't
know how long that will take," Willow said. "Of course your friends
could be looking for you too and get you before we find out how to get you
home." “It’s okay, Rems,” Logan said and patted Remy on the thigh before
he got up. “I’ll be fine. Nothin’ can
kill me, remember?” "If you'd like to all go patrol or explore
the town it will be a few hours before we're ready to try this," Giles
said. "Willow and Tara will have to stay here with me." Willow put a beaker of orange goo onto the counter
with a flourish. “Yes,
that’s a good idea,” she answered for them. She was very excited about trying this
challenging new spell. “Now
Mr. Logan, if you would be so kind as to put your claws in here. Tara and I can get started right away.” "Willow, he'll have to do that at the
end," Giles said with a sigh. "If you'd read the whole spell you'd
know that the item being searched for needs to be in the potions when the final
spell is cast." “Yes, yes… okay, I forgot,” Willow said absent mindedly. “I’ll
reread the spell and you guys go kill evil thingies. You could bring me back some earth from a freshly dug grave if
you have time.” "We'll go with the girl," Logan said.
"Spike and Xander can go off on their own." “But you promised I could see your powers in action,”
Xander protested. "We'll all go out after the spell is done
and the Slayer is in bed," Spike said. He started tugging Xander toward
the door. "Come on. We can stop and get some food on the way." “Food?” Xander perked up. “Can I
have whatever I want?” "Someplace quick," Spike said as they
walked out. "I want to kill something before we have to go back in
there." Spike ended up buying Xander a quick supper at
a fast food restaurant. They were on
their way to a graveyard when Spike spoke, “I said we’d
have to have a lil’ talk, pet.” "Hey, it's not really any of your business
if I give Buffy money is it. I make sure you have everything you need too don't
I?" Xander asked between bites. “Pet…” Spike said in a warning tone. "It's not," Xander said stubbornly.
"She can be a real bitch, but she's saved us all, and the world, that she
should have some fun. We both know she's a Slayer and going to die young." “You barely have enough to pay your rent and feed yourself,”
Spike reminded Xander. “Do you really think that some of those
groceries magically appear in your cupboard?” "Wait, you've been buying me food?"
Xander asked, stopping and staring at Spike. "I thought I was going to the
store less, but never really paid attention. Why are you doing that and not
buying your own blood?" “Cause I like it when you buy me blood,” Spike grinned at
Xander. “And it’s
easier for you.” "Spike, you just confuse me," Xander
said as he started walking again. "You're buying me food, but leave me to
buy blood for you. You don't want me giving money to Buffy, but not so you get
more, just so I work less." “You’re always taking care of everyone else, but who takes care of you?”
Spike asked and moved closer to Xander, putting his hand on the back of Xander’s
neck. "I can take care of myself just fine. Been
doing it as long as I can remember," Xander said even as he leaned into
the touch. “Don’t you ever think about someone taking care of you, pet? Just a bit?” Spike prodded. "Maybe, but what about when they
left," Xander said quietly. "Are you offering? Then leaving me to
wonder when the chip will stop working and I'll be alone or dead? It's safer
not to let anyone get that close or be that important." “You know that the Niblet doesn’t really come off as human?”
Spike said. “Or
Oz. I never killed them.” "Are you saying we'd be safe even if you
didn't have the chip?" Xander asked. "I mean you could be restraining
yourself right now cuz you don't want to make us mad. Trust me I've spent a lot
of time trying to figure out your motivations." “I might not have a soul no more, but that doesn’t
mean I don’t feel,” Spike said quietly. “I wouldn’t kill you, boy. If I wanted to kill you now, all I would have
to do is pay someone to do it.” "So you're saying I'm safe with you?"
Xander said. "Like really safe, and you wouldn't get mad if I had you
repeat that while Remy and Logan were listening?" “I might do pretty much anything you asked me to,”
Spike said and then immediately added, “Within reason of course.” He didn’t want the boy thinking he
could walk all over a Master Vampire. "Well, we need to patrol. We can talk
about this later right?" Xander asked as he fell back into his normal
attitude. “Sure thing,” Spike agreed. Didn’t
want to rush into anything, now did he?
Of course his hand had started to caress the back of Xander’s
neck sensually. He always found necks
erotic now. <><><><><><> “Yes, you are!” Buffy snapped. “They wouldn’t let us cast the spell until you were here. Apparently they only trust you.” Spike raised an eyebrow at Buffy then turned to
look at Logan. "Had fun with the bint did you?" he asked. “They fight like demons,” she snapped before they could answer. She didn’t like being out done
and they had definitely out done her in battle. “Fucking mutants.” "Let's get this over with shall we?"
Spike asked. "I'd like to get someplace more friendly." He glared at
Buffy then followed the two mutants over to the table where Willow was guarding
the potion and paraphernalia she had set up. “All you have to do is dip your claws into this potion,”
Willow instructed Logan, waving her hand at the now bubbling orange goo. Logan slowly lowered a single claw into the
bubbling mass. He wasn't afraid of much, but dealing with magic unnerved him.
He was prepared for something to happen but the flash of light and clap of
thunder still managed to surprise him even though it didn't do anything to him. Remy was behind him and trying to pull his claw
out of the goo when Willow yelled out, “No, you have to leave it in
there! It’s acting as a grounding
agent!” "Explain little girl," Remy said,
fighting not to start charging the small rocks he'd picked up. “Look!” Willow said and pointed to the middle of the room where a swirling
portal was developing. It was flickering
in and out with small lightening bolts shooting out. Giles started taking notes and casting spells
at the scene shown in the window. It flashed like a television changing
channels as it cycled through eight worlds then slowly faded. “Take your claw out now,” Willow instructed. Her brow furrowed as she concentrated on the spell. “We know it works now. It’s just a matter of fine tuning
it and finding the right dimension.” "We know it's one of these eight,"
Giles said absently as he started adding details to his notes. "I can
probably figure it out from here. It will just take a little while and I'll
have to cast a similar spell when we're ready to verify my selection." “So what we all do now?” Remy asked.
Logan leaned over and whispered something in his ear. “Umm, we hafta wait, oui? We can wait away from here, eh?” "Right then, we're going home," Spike
said. "You all can call us when you figure it out. Don't go stopping by
without any warning." He headed out, trusting the others would be following
him. Remy went and grabbed Xander’s
hand pulling him towards the door. “C’mon ,
cher. Remy got a lot of things to talk
to ya about.” "What is this, talk to Xander night?"
he grumbled even as he followed him out. He waited until they were almost half
way to his apartment before asking what Remy wanted to talk about. “Anyone ever give ya da old bird and da bees talk?” Remy
asked. "Yeah, well no, but I know all I need to
know about that stuff. It's kinda hard not to get out of high school without
figuring it out you know," Xander said. Remy looked back a few feet where Logan and
Spike were walking behind them. He
leaned in closer and whispered, “What about da gay kind, luv?” "I'm sure it's not that different. I mean
I know how everything fits together and I don't think Logan wants you talking
to me about this stuff does he?" “Logan knows dat Remy can do whatever he wants if he knows what’s
good for him,” Remy said and looked over his shoulder. “And sweetie, it’s a little different. Remy bet that your Spike is a very… intense vampire, non?” "He's not my vampire," Xander said
with a snort. "I can't imagine Spike being anyone's something after he
became a Master Vampire. If anything, he thinks of me as his, but I guess he
probably wouldn't even do that." Remy leaned in a little closer and whispered to
Xander, “Der are ways of findin’ out if he’s… dat’s why
Remy wanted to talk to ya.” "What do you mean? Wait, you do know Spike
can hear us even if we whisper right?" Xander asked when he looked back
and saw Spike and Logan both pretending not to pay attention to him and Remy. “Nah, dey busy talkin’ bout der own shit,” Remy
said and then tugged on Xander’s shirt to get his attention. “Now dis is da important
part. You can get whatever ya want outta
him.” "I don't want to get anything from
him," Xander hissed. "This isn't a game or something. Plus, if he is
interested I don't want to scare him off. Spike doesn't like being
manipulated." “It’s not manipulation, its sex,” Remy sighed, thanking whatever
gods they had in this universe that they were almost home. “Well,
it’s kinda da same thing. You gotta
talk dis out with him, but jus remember.
You don’t like anythin’ he does, you jus say no. You’re da one in control. Ya already have him wrapped around your lil’
finger…” "You're boy's not causing me problems is
he?" Spike asked as he and Logan walked into the apartment behind Xander
and Remy. He hadn't quite been able to hear the last few whispered comments. “Just pointing out that Xander has you wrapped around his little finger,”
Logan pointed out with a snicker. "I keep thinking I should be getting
annoyed that you two seem determined to stick your nose in our business when
there isn't even anything there yet," Spike said. "But if your boy
can get Xan to open his eyes some I guess it will be worth it." Remy was currently whispering something in
Xander’s ear, making Xander gasp. He
turned around and looked at Spike with wide eyes. “You can do that!” "Do what, pet?" Spike asked. He was
more then a little distracted by the look of excitement and awe in Xander's
eyes. Xander blushed deeply. “Nothing,” he
mumbled quickly. “I’ll
show you later… or you can show me.” At Remy's pointed cough, Logan spoke up.
"Let's get some grub then Remy and I are going to bed. We'll take Spike's
room and you two can share Xander's room." “No, we’ll take Spike’s room,” Xander said quickly. “It’s
safer for him.” "Get your food and eat then. Xan wants to
use you two as human, or quasi-human, lie detectors so if he asks me questions
tell him if I'm being honest," Spike said. He wanted stuff cleared up
before he had Xander in his room. “Ya pretty much know Logan’s powers now, but Remy
promised he’d show you his,” Remy said.
He went over to a cup of cold coffee left over from when they’d
gotten up and charged it for a few seconds.
The coffee was bubbling and steaming when he handed it to Xander. “Can do dat with anything, but
my favourite is da playin’ cards.” "Bubbling playing cards?" Xander
asked, confused even as he took a drink of the coffee and started grabbing
stuff to make sandwiches. He also pulled out a bag of blood for Spike. “Non,” Remy sighed. “Remy
can charge stuff and make ‘em blow up.” "The coffee's not going to blow up is
it?" Xander asked worriedly. "Because I already drank some and if it
blows up that's not going to be good." “Nah, only if Remy charged it more,” Remy explained. “Don’t
worry. Now hand me Logan’s
sandwich. Logan likes his cheese
melted.” "Well, Xander, you want to ask me those
questions again with the two of them here?" Spike asked. “Spike can already tell when you are lying,” Logan said. He wanted the boy to make sure he knew
everything going into a relationship. "I know that," Xander said without
looking away from Spike. "I was just making a point. I'm the one here who
has to take things on trust." “Da best relationship are never easy,” Remy pointed out. "Thanks, pet. You can trust me you
know," Spike said. "Now if the busybodies are done eating we can all
go to our rooms." “Mmm, da man… vampire is eager,” Remy laughed.
“Dey always make da best lovers!” "And how would you know that," Logan
growled. "You never saw a vampire in our world which just leaves vampires
here." “You’re always eager, cher,” Remy pointed out with a grin. "No, no sex at the table. Then I'll think
of sex when I eat and embarrass myself in front of other people," Xander
said backing up. "We can leave the dishes, Spike. It's time for bed."
Xander almost ran out of the room and into Spike's room. Spike’s room wasn’t
really a room, more of a closet really with no windows and dominated by a large
mattress on the floor. Xander sat on
the mattress and started to busy himself by fluffing the pillows. He didn’t mean to start smelling one
when he was fluffing it, but he did and it smelt like Spike. Spike smirked at him when he walked in on
Xander mid-sniff. "I smell good, don't I?" he asked as he sat down
next to Xander. Xander dropped the pillow guiltily. “You smell like Spike…” He then realized how stupid he sounded and
winced. "Calm down, Xan," Spike said as he
settled behind him and started massaging his shoulders. "No need to get
nervous or try to impress me now. We're well past all that. Just tell me what's
going on in that head of yours." “Nothing, really,” Xander said and moaned a little when Spike hit
a particularly tight knot. “Well,
nothing and a lot. I was thinking about
how good your pillow smelt, that you’d look good on black sheets
and I was wondering how thick the walls are.” "Won't matter how thick they were,"
Spike answered honestly. "Logan's gonna hear us just like I can hear them,
but don't think about that. So, what do we need to talk about before we shag? I
know you humans have to talk things out if sex is more then just some fun on
the side." “Maybe I don’t wanna talk,” Xander blurted. If they talked it might delay things and he didn’t
want Spike to change his mind. "Okay, pet," Spike whispered as he
leaned in a little closer. He reached around Xander and started unbuttoning his
shirt. When there was no protest he started kissing the side of Xander's neck. Xander whimpered and instead of flinching away,
he moved his head to give Spike better access to his neck. “You can, if you want to…” "Mmmm," Spike moaned as he shifted
into game face and let his fangs glide over Xander's neck. "Later, when
we're both ready." He moved back enough to pull Xander's shirt off and
then pulled him around so they were face to face. Xander’s hand came up to trace over
Spike’s ridges and then leaned over to kiss, then trace them with his
tongue. He was fascinated with Spike’s
ridges and wondered if they were sensitive like he hoped. "Jumping right to the good stuff are
we?" Spike asked between moans. He pulled Xander down until he could
capture Xander's lips in a kiss before he came in his pants. While he had
Xander distracted he pretty much tore his own shirt off. While Spike was kissing him, Xander wasn’t so
distracted that he wasn't able to reach up and started to caress Spike’s
ridges with his fingertips. He was
quickly developing a small fetish for Spike’s ridges, especially
knowing that this was the form that Spike was more comfortable in. "Xan," Spike growled warningly.
"Stop teasing like that until we're both naked. Been waiting too long to
be inside you." “Why can’t I fuck you?” Xander challenged. He wasn’t the only one who’d
been thinking about that. "Didn't say you couldn't did I? That will be
after I'm done though," Spike said as he worked on getting Xander's jeans
off. “Right, sex is good,” Xander muttered. He wasn’t trying to consciously delay the sex, he was
just a little nervous, but then a little, booming voice inside his head told him
to shut the fuck up because he was about to get laid. "No, pet, sex with me is great."
Spike had slipped his pants off and let himself settle down against a naked
Xander. "Last chance to say no," he said, holding himself still.
"Once we do this I'm not letting you go, ever." That statement made Xander smile at Spike. “I like it when you’re
possessive. Makes me feel wanted.” Spike growled his approval at that and started
kissing Xander while his hands roamed over the body he'd just had peeks of before.
Their cocks were rubbing together, but he was careful not to let that go too
far. Xander needed to come off his cock this first time. Even with humans there
were some vampire traditions that were adhered to. “Spike… please,” Xander moaned when he couldn’t take it anymore. Spike grabbed the lube he'd left out when he
got undressed and started stretching him. He kept up a steady stream of
encouragement that got louder as Xander's moans increased in volume.
"Almost ready, pet," he finally said. “Hurry,” Xander begged, arching his back.
“Waited too long…” "Fuck," Spike moaned as he lined his
cock up with Xander's now loose hole. He was trembling with the effort of
keeping himself from shoving forward. "Going slow, just breathe for me
Xan." “No, now!” Xander growled and tried to move his hips to meet Spike. Spike considered just slamming in for a brief
second, but knew it wouldn’t be worth Xander's possible reaction. He
ignored the screamed demands and slid slowly in. Once he was all the way in he
let out an unneeded breath and gave Xander a quick kiss, shutting him up.
"So you want it faster?" he asked, once he could tell Xander was
starting to relax around him. “Yes, now!” Xander demanded. He was tired
of waiting and wanted to belong to someone. He wanted to feel Spike moving inside of him and claiming him. Spike started moving, speeding up as he was
sure his boy could handle it. This time wasn't going to be sweet. It was going
to be rough but pleasurable for both of them, and from Xander's screams he was
enjoying it, a lot. Xander finally couldn’t
scream anymore and his voice was hoarse as he cried out silently. He knew enough about vampires that Spike
would have to draw blood to be able to cum.
He wanted to feel Spike’s fangs slicing into his flesh. Spike was subconsciously cataloguing the
responses of the body below him as he timed their approaching orgasms. As he
got closer he leaned over with his fangs hovering over where he was going to
bite. He waited until he was on the stroke that he knew would be the final one.
Pulling out, he slammed back in at the same time he bit into Xander's neck. Xander’s world was now filled with so
much intense pleasure and pain that they mingled together. Shivers shot up his spin and, in the end,
his eyes rolled back into his head as he came. "Suppose I should be proud I fucked you
into unconsciousness," Spike groused as he pulled out of an unconscious
Xander. In spite of his tone, he carefully cleaned Xander up and then spooned
up behind him on the bed. He figured he had at least twenty minutes before he
woke up and wanted to fuck again or talk. <><><><><><> Xander was walking around the apartment with
just a pair of jeans on. He wanted to show
off the bite marks on his neck on his way to the kitchen to get some food. Correction, a lot of food. Mind blowing sex apparently made him hungry. "Brings back memories don't it,
cher," Remy asked Logan. Xander had a self satisfied, glazed look in his
eyes that made Remy want to be dragged back to the bedroom. “What? You sayin’ I’m not
romantic anymore?” Logan huffed. “We
went out to the Keg last week.” "Not saying dat, but remember da first
time," Remy asked. "Was so happy to have you dat Remy was in a daze
jus like him." Logan cuffed Remy on the back of the head
gently. “That’s
cause I fucked your brains out, just like that poor boy. And you’re still in a daze all the
time, Rems.” "Morning, luv," Spike said as he
strolled out of the room in Xander's boxers which were barely staying on his
hips. He wrapped his arms around Xander from behind and gave the most prominent
bite mark a kiss. "Gonna have to get you on vampire hours, aren't
we?" This time it was Remy who smacked Logan. “See, Spikey’s all
romantic!” "And he's mine," Xander said with a
mock growl as he allowed Spike to move him in the kitchen. "Which is kinda
why I want to tell Buffy while you guys are here. I can't stop her if she does
something stupid but you guys can. Hopefully she'll calm down by the time you
have to leave." “Dat girl got some serious anger management issues,” Remy
snorted. “She try anythin’ and Remy got no problem putting her in her
place… which jus happens ta be face flat on da ground.” "Later. Right now my boy is going to eat,
then we're going to take a shower. After that we're going back to bed and
making sure we can keep you awake," Spike said with a smirk. "Not
going to worry about anything else for the next ten hours." The End
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