The Golden Boy. A Pern/BtVS AU fic... (3b/3)
And here is the final part of my BtVS/Pern crack!fic. I've been tinkering for days now, and it's not getting any more finished. (That doesn't mean that it's any good, sadly.) Previous parts here.
Just two points:
1) Pern!Spike is (in most ways) very, VERY different from canon!Spike.
2) I am evil devious! *g*
Part 3b
When N’gel woke the following morning, his first feeling was one of pure bliss. He could sense Immorteth nearby - asleep, but utterly satisfied - and pulled the warm body in his arms closer, before softly stroking the short hair under his hand...
Wait.
Short hair...
His eyes snapped open, and he stared at the sleepy blond in his arms, brain in pure freefall.
Slowly Spike opened his eyes and made a contented little noise, then sat up, watching N’gel with an amused look on his face.
“Well... that was - something else, huh?” He suddenly grinned widely and wickedly. “Maybe those green riders are onto something after all. Although I doubt it’d be quite as spectacular without dragon intervention...”
N’gel wanted to say something, but the memories of the night’s adventures were unquestionably incredible. Spike stretched, almost gleaming in the clear morning light, before looking N’gel over with a rather admiring look.
“Gotta remember to compliment Cordy on the skills of her lover!” Then he frowned, looking a little worried. “Really ought to have asked before I borrowed you I suppose, but...” he shrugged, “wouldn’t have made much difference, would it now?”
The mention of Cordy’s name abruptly brought N’gel back to reality.
Quietly he buried his head in his hands, unable to voice the feelings that overwhelmed him. All his plans, all his hopes... gone. For the foreseeable future at least... Why oh why did dragons have to be so fickle?
Carefully he took a deep breath, trying to come to terms with the deep disappointment that was almost choking him. One night of mindless passion - and for what? He lifted his face to see Spike studying him, the same strange look on his face that he’d seen before. He’d call it calculating, but...
“So,” Spike said, “What do you reckon our chances are of getting this new Weyr?”
N’gel could feel his mouth fall open, but he couldn’t help it. Slowly his head managed to make sense of Spike’s words, and he answered, incredulous.
“You... want to be Weyr... woman?”
“Well yes,” Spike replied as though it was the most natural thing in the world. “You think I want to be stuck here forever as nothing more than a novelty attraction, tailing along at the back of the Queens' wing with my flamethrower? No bloody thanks!”
“But...” A thousand thoughts were crowding his head, but N’gel was unable to turn any of them into spoken words.
Spike regarded him silently for a few moments, obviously reading his mind, and then spoke, voice quieter and more serious than N’gel could ever recall.
“You’ve never given moment’s thought to who I used to be, have you N’gel? Or to the fact that there’s a whole world out there that doesn’t revolve around dragons. Back home I...” Spike stopped for a moment, eyes lost. “I would look out of a window and know, that if I played my cards right, then everything I saw, from horizon to horizon, would one day be mine.”
For a moment he closed his eyes, but then he took a deep breath and turned to face N’gel.
“Had plenty of competition, mind you... four brothers, two sisters and untold half-siblings. But - I knew that I was the best. Think you know that feeling too, don’t you?”
N’gel nodded mutely - too stunned to speak. Spike sighed and dragged a hand through his hair.
“Only came here because well... how often do you get to see a Weyr? And then... One moment I was the prime candidate to one day take over from my father. A Lord Holder in the making. And the next... I was a freak. ‘The boy who impressed a queen’! A Pern-wide ‘celebrity’ with idiot harpers composing ballads about my eyes!”
Spike’s voice was harsh, and the look he shot N’gel was full of bitterness. Still trying to make sense of having his view of the other turned upside down, N’gel cautiously asked, “But - I... um... thought you enjoyed your fame? You’ve been having a good time as far as I could see...”
Spike shrugged. “Don’t mind the fame, don’t mind the benefits... but I do mind the reason. I used to be respected, looked up to even. If I could go back in time...” he stopped, and then a soft smile crept across his face. “Oh I’d probably do the same again. She’s worth it all and more besides.” He shook his head. “Course I always hoped to fall in love one day - preferably with my wife, whoever she’d be. Never... never thought it’d be a dragon.”
He chuckled, then soberly continued. “But - as I said, just because I love her to pieces doesn’t mean that I’m happy sitting around here like some bizarre curiosity dug up at Landing.”
He shot N’gel a shrewd look and leaned back against the headboard, hands behind his head. “Thing is, I was taught Hold management from before I could walk - my responsibilities, my heritage, and all the hard work and sacrifices I’d have to put in to provide for those beholden to us. It’s not the sort of mindset you can just get rid of! I was born to be someone.”
N’gel flashed back to when Spike had first arrived - and how the air of superiority had chafed. Strangely however, finding out that Spike really was as arrogant a bastard as he’d suspected didn’t bother him at all... and he realised that the two of them were really very similar indeed. But Spike was far from finished.
“Anyway, once I’d come to terms with being here, it occurred to me that I had the very thing that could put me on the map - a gold dragon! Cause Queens rule the roost - if you become Weyrwoman the job is yours for life, pretty much.” He smiled happily and slid further down into the bed, draping one of his legs over N’gel’s - and N’gel didn’t know what to do.
“So... the way forward was very simple: learn everything about how a Weyr works! I figured it couldn’t be too different from running a Hold, and it isn’t.”
”Wait-” N’gel interrupted, suddenly seeing the past in a totally different light . “So you weren’t just running after pretty girls - all that nosing around was for a purpose?”
Spike chuckled. “Oh I was in it for the pretty girls too! But yeah, I know this Weyr from top to bottom and inside out - could take over tomorrow if it came to it. Anyway, thought I’d have to wait my while, but then... then they started talking about this new Weyr. And well, it’s the opportunity of a lifetime, innit? All I needed was a bronze rider beside me... one who was perfect Weyrleader material! And-” he spread his arms wide, triumphantly, “-here you are!”
For a long while N’gel could only stare, as he tried to analyse all this new information, then he shook his head. “But you make it sound as though you chose me. Only that’s not possible, mating flights are all up to the dragons...”
Spike smirked. “Oh please - not even you are that naive! True, most mating flights are all chance... but not all of them. I asked around in the right places, and discovered how R’gul got Hath to fly Nemorth - to mention the most obvious example. So, I did the same... just the other way round. None of the bronze riders wanted their dragon to fly Buffieth, so I channelled that into making them help Immorteth win - subtle-like though, they never figured it out.”
At N'gel’s stunned face, he merely shrugged. “I always knew I had Power - I mean that’s why they found me on Search - but... yesterday was nevertheless somewhat exhausting. Making people bend to your will isn’t as easy as it sounds.”
He rubbed his face, and N’gel abruptly recalled the previous night’s brief conversation.
“So - wait - last night when you said you’d been waiting for that moment, you didn’t mean...”
Spike shook his head, laughing. “Oh no, I’ve not been sat dreaming about losing myself in your sweet embrace - although it is a very nice one, if I might say so!” He curled his tongue behind his teeth and shot N’gel a glance so suggestive the other almost blushed. “Mostly though, I was just over the moon that it was all actually working out. Two years planning in the balance...”
N’gel let his head fall back against the headboard with an audible sigh of relief. But after a moment he had a thought.
“But - if it wasn’t about me me, then... why... this?” He indicated the whole bed scenario. “Why not just find a girl for each of us?”
Spike stared at him, incredulous. “And miss out on sex so bloody amazing it turns straight men gay? Are you crazy?”
N’gel didn’t really have an answer for that, and Spike chuckled again. “And you Weyr-bred and all...”
He shook his head, then suddenly sat up straight and looked N’gel in the eye. “So - what do you say? You and me - partners? Together we have brilliant chance of getting this Weyr, trust me!”
N’gel thought for a moment, then held out his hand. “Deal.”
Spike smiled deeply, took his hand and shook it. N’gel smiled back, still stunned that ‘The Golden Boy’ had turned out to be the best ally a man could ask for.
Then there was a sudden flicker in Spike’s blue eyes, and the next moment he’d pulled N’gel close, kissing him deeply and hungrily. For a second N’gel was utterly paralysed, but then reacted without thinking, pulling Spike closer. He could feel Immorteth stir, a spark from last night awakening, and desire suddenly blossomed again, hot and demanding.
But then Spike abruptly pulled away, smirking deeply.
“Just one thing. Next time she rises? I go on top!”
Then he jumped out of bed and bounced over to the lift shaft, calling down for breakfast for two.
N’gel sat in the bed, staring after Spike, and tried to get his breathing under control. What had happened to him? One night of sex - although admittedly it had been utterly mindblowing sex - and he was as enthralled by Spike as the simplest serving wench. He shook his head. No - it had to be Spike using his power. Yes, that was it.
Satisfied with this explanation, N’gel finally allowed himself to relax and begin dreaming of his very own Weyr.
*
Watching N’gel from across the room, Spike smiled. Everything was coming together even better than he could have hoped for. But, he suddenly realised, best of all might be the fact that he finally had someone to talk to. Not that he was ever alone, what with Buffieth, and he couldn’t ask for better companions than Cordy and Fred. But to have another man to bond with was... surprisingly satisfying.
Shortly afterwards they sat down by the table to a hearty breakfast, and began discussing their future in earnest. Full of youthful confidence and self-assurance they happily bounced ideas off each other, relishing their shared outlook and ambitions.
Privately, however, Spike was also wondering how long it’d take him to talk N’gel and Cordy into a threesome... The future, he decided, was definitely looking golden.
The End
(Maybe)
Just two points:
1) Pern!Spike is (in most ways) very, VERY different from canon!Spike.
2) I am evil devious! *g*
Part 3b
When N’gel woke the following morning, his first feeling was one of pure bliss. He could sense Immorteth nearby - asleep, but utterly satisfied - and pulled the warm body in his arms closer, before softly stroking the short hair under his hand...
Wait.
Short hair...
His eyes snapped open, and he stared at the sleepy blond in his arms, brain in pure freefall.
Slowly Spike opened his eyes and made a contented little noise, then sat up, watching N’gel with an amused look on his face.
“Well... that was - something else, huh?” He suddenly grinned widely and wickedly. “Maybe those green riders are onto something after all. Although I doubt it’d be quite as spectacular without dragon intervention...”
N’gel wanted to say something, but the memories of the night’s adventures were unquestionably incredible. Spike stretched, almost gleaming in the clear morning light, before looking N’gel over with a rather admiring look.
“Gotta remember to compliment Cordy on the skills of her lover!” Then he frowned, looking a little worried. “Really ought to have asked before I borrowed you I suppose, but...” he shrugged, “wouldn’t have made much difference, would it now?”
The mention of Cordy’s name abruptly brought N’gel back to reality.
Quietly he buried his head in his hands, unable to voice the feelings that overwhelmed him. All his plans, all his hopes... gone. For the foreseeable future at least... Why oh why did dragons have to be so fickle?
Carefully he took a deep breath, trying to come to terms with the deep disappointment that was almost choking him. One night of mindless passion - and for what? He lifted his face to see Spike studying him, the same strange look on his face that he’d seen before. He’d call it calculating, but...
“So,” Spike said, “What do you reckon our chances are of getting this new Weyr?”
N’gel could feel his mouth fall open, but he couldn’t help it. Slowly his head managed to make sense of Spike’s words, and he answered, incredulous.
“You... want to be Weyr... woman?”
“Well yes,” Spike replied as though it was the most natural thing in the world. “You think I want to be stuck here forever as nothing more than a novelty attraction, tailing along at the back of the Queens' wing with my flamethrower? No bloody thanks!”
“But...” A thousand thoughts were crowding his head, but N’gel was unable to turn any of them into spoken words.
Spike regarded him silently for a few moments, obviously reading his mind, and then spoke, voice quieter and more serious than N’gel could ever recall.
“You’ve never given moment’s thought to who I used to be, have you N’gel? Or to the fact that there’s a whole world out there that doesn’t revolve around dragons. Back home I...” Spike stopped for a moment, eyes lost. “I would look out of a window and know, that if I played my cards right, then everything I saw, from horizon to horizon, would one day be mine.”
For a moment he closed his eyes, but then he took a deep breath and turned to face N’gel.
“Had plenty of competition, mind you... four brothers, two sisters and untold half-siblings. But - I knew that I was the best. Think you know that feeling too, don’t you?”
N’gel nodded mutely - too stunned to speak. Spike sighed and dragged a hand through his hair.
“Only came here because well... how often do you get to see a Weyr? And then... One moment I was the prime candidate to one day take over from my father. A Lord Holder in the making. And the next... I was a freak. ‘The boy who impressed a queen’! A Pern-wide ‘celebrity’ with idiot harpers composing ballads about my eyes!”
Spike’s voice was harsh, and the look he shot N’gel was full of bitterness. Still trying to make sense of having his view of the other turned upside down, N’gel cautiously asked, “But - I... um... thought you enjoyed your fame? You’ve been having a good time as far as I could see...”
Spike shrugged. “Don’t mind the fame, don’t mind the benefits... but I do mind the reason. I used to be respected, looked up to even. If I could go back in time...” he stopped, and then a soft smile crept across his face. “Oh I’d probably do the same again. She’s worth it all and more besides.” He shook his head. “Course I always hoped to fall in love one day - preferably with my wife, whoever she’d be. Never... never thought it’d be a dragon.”
He chuckled, then soberly continued. “But - as I said, just because I love her to pieces doesn’t mean that I’m happy sitting around here like some bizarre curiosity dug up at Landing.”
He shot N’gel a shrewd look and leaned back against the headboard, hands behind his head. “Thing is, I was taught Hold management from before I could walk - my responsibilities, my heritage, and all the hard work and sacrifices I’d have to put in to provide for those beholden to us. It’s not the sort of mindset you can just get rid of! I was born to be someone.”
N’gel flashed back to when Spike had first arrived - and how the air of superiority had chafed. Strangely however, finding out that Spike really was as arrogant a bastard as he’d suspected didn’t bother him at all... and he realised that the two of them were really very similar indeed. But Spike was far from finished.
“Anyway, once I’d come to terms with being here, it occurred to me that I had the very thing that could put me on the map - a gold dragon! Cause Queens rule the roost - if you become Weyrwoman the job is yours for life, pretty much.” He smiled happily and slid further down into the bed, draping one of his legs over N’gel’s - and N’gel didn’t know what to do.
“So... the way forward was very simple: learn everything about how a Weyr works! I figured it couldn’t be too different from running a Hold, and it isn’t.”
”Wait-” N’gel interrupted, suddenly seeing the past in a totally different light . “So you weren’t just running after pretty girls - all that nosing around was for a purpose?”
Spike chuckled. “Oh I was in it for the pretty girls too! But yeah, I know this Weyr from top to bottom and inside out - could take over tomorrow if it came to it. Anyway, thought I’d have to wait my while, but then... then they started talking about this new Weyr. And well, it’s the opportunity of a lifetime, innit? All I needed was a bronze rider beside me... one who was perfect Weyrleader material! And-” he spread his arms wide, triumphantly, “-here you are!”
For a long while N’gel could only stare, as he tried to analyse all this new information, then he shook his head. “But you make it sound as though you chose me. Only that’s not possible, mating flights are all up to the dragons...”
Spike smirked. “Oh please - not even you are that naive! True, most mating flights are all chance... but not all of them. I asked around in the right places, and discovered how R’gul got Hath to fly Nemorth - to mention the most obvious example. So, I did the same... just the other way round. None of the bronze riders wanted their dragon to fly Buffieth, so I channelled that into making them help Immorteth win - subtle-like though, they never figured it out.”
At N'gel’s stunned face, he merely shrugged. “I always knew I had Power - I mean that’s why they found me on Search - but... yesterday was nevertheless somewhat exhausting. Making people bend to your will isn’t as easy as it sounds.”
He rubbed his face, and N’gel abruptly recalled the previous night’s brief conversation.
“So - wait - last night when you said you’d been waiting for that moment, you didn’t mean...”
Spike shook his head, laughing. “Oh no, I’ve not been sat dreaming about losing myself in your sweet embrace - although it is a very nice one, if I might say so!” He curled his tongue behind his teeth and shot N’gel a glance so suggestive the other almost blushed. “Mostly though, I was just over the moon that it was all actually working out. Two years planning in the balance...”
N’gel let his head fall back against the headboard with an audible sigh of relief. But after a moment he had a thought.
“But - if it wasn’t about me me, then... why... this?” He indicated the whole bed scenario. “Why not just find a girl for each of us?”
Spike stared at him, incredulous. “And miss out on sex so bloody amazing it turns straight men gay? Are you crazy?”
N’gel didn’t really have an answer for that, and Spike chuckled again. “And you Weyr-bred and all...”
He shook his head, then suddenly sat up straight and looked N’gel in the eye. “So - what do you say? You and me - partners? Together we have brilliant chance of getting this Weyr, trust me!”
N’gel thought for a moment, then held out his hand. “Deal.”
Spike smiled deeply, took his hand and shook it. N’gel smiled back, still stunned that ‘The Golden Boy’ had turned out to be the best ally a man could ask for.
Then there was a sudden flicker in Spike’s blue eyes, and the next moment he’d pulled N’gel close, kissing him deeply and hungrily. For a second N’gel was utterly paralysed, but then reacted without thinking, pulling Spike closer. He could feel Immorteth stir, a spark from last night awakening, and desire suddenly blossomed again, hot and demanding.
But then Spike abruptly pulled away, smirking deeply.
“Just one thing. Next time she rises? I go on top!”
Then he jumped out of bed and bounced over to the lift shaft, calling down for breakfast for two.
N’gel sat in the bed, staring after Spike, and tried to get his breathing under control. What had happened to him? One night of sex - although admittedly it had been utterly mindblowing sex - and he was as enthralled by Spike as the simplest serving wench. He shook his head. No - it had to be Spike using his power. Yes, that was it.
Satisfied with this explanation, N’gel finally allowed himself to relax and begin dreaming of his very own Weyr.
*
Watching N’gel from across the room, Spike smiled. Everything was coming together even better than he could have hoped for. But, he suddenly realised, best of all might be the fact that he finally had someone to talk to. Not that he was ever alone, what with Buffieth, and he couldn’t ask for better companions than Cordy and Fred. But to have another man to bond with was... surprisingly satisfying.
Shortly afterwards they sat down by the table to a hearty breakfast, and began discussing their future in earnest. Full of youthful confidence and self-assurance they happily bounced ideas off each other, relishing their shared outlook and ambitions.
Privately, however, Spike was also wondering how long it’d take him to talk N’gel and Cordy into a threesome... The future, he decided, was definitely looking golden.
The End
(Maybe)