Sour Revenge 26
Title: Sour Revenge, Part 26
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Rating: Fanfiction equivalent of NC-17
Feedback: If you like it, tell me. If you don't? Whatever. Tell me anyway.
Concrit: Very welcome in comments.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: Whole series written for willowschild who asked for "A varient on what happened to Xander when he cast the love spell. Only instead of attracting all women it was all men and the only one who could break the spell was his true love."
Beta'd by the sooper dooper kitty_poker1.
Previous parts here.
******
If Xander was planning on making it a habit to put Giles in these situations, Giles figured he'd need to have a talk with the boy some time. He'd been on the phone with the Council for his weekly check-in for just north of ten minutes and when he'd come back Willow and Xander were both gone, leaving Buffy to tell him that they'd gone home.
Home.
That was the word that had caused his brain to immediately panic.The last that Giles knew, Xander still hadn't told Buffy and Willow about his father or why going back to that house was such a problem for him. And since Buffy hadn't given any indication that Xander had made any extremely horrible and shocking announcements, Giles assumed Xander still hadn't told them. And that meant that Xander had gone back to his family. To his father.
Giles hadn't given Buffy a chance to talk about whatever it was that she had requested Xander's and Willow's absence for before grabbing his jacket and bolting out the door.
The traffic lights and stupid pedestrians had made the drive to Xander's longer than Giles had wished for, but, in the end, it turned out that it didn't even matter. Once he'd gotten to the Harris residence, he learned that, yes, Xander had been there, but the 'stupid sonuva bitch' had run off to 'wherever the fuck' he was staying before Mr. Harris had a chance to 'beat his pansy ass through the ground'.
Looking back on it, Giles still didn't regret punching Mr. Harris flat in the face before leaving the god-forsaken house.
He hadn't bothered searching the streets of Sunnydale at all. If Xander wasn't home, he was most likely either at Willow's or on his way to Giles' flat. And if the latter were the case, Giles knew he needn't worry at all. No demon or vampire with half a brain would dare try to attack the consort of William the Bloody. And any creature with less than half a brain, Xander could certainly take care of. He did, after all, manage to exterminate three vampires at the factory all by himself. And that still caused Giles to smile proudly whenever he remembered it.
But what if there were more than three? What if a group of five vampires were to attack him? Could Xander really protect himself from that many?
Giles paced back and forth in his kitchen. He *really* needed to get that boy a cell phone. Despite how much Giles hated the stupid little contraptions, he really needed Xander to have a phone on him times like these. Just so he wouldn't have to worry so hard all the time.
The Watcher part of his mind knew it was extremely unlikely that Xander could be attacked by multiple vampires. Vampires never ganged up on one single person unless they had something specific against the person in question. And, as far as Giles knew, Xander hadn't done anything to annoy any vampire packs lately, so, realistically, he was safe.
But the other side of his mind -- the side that cared deeply for the children -- was worried sick. It knew that there weren't any set rules, and there still *was* a chance that an entire group of vampires could jump Xander on his walk home. True, it was a very small chance, but it was still a chance. And that didn't put Giles' mind at rest at all. It did quite the opposite, actually.
Unsure of which side of his brain to listen to, Giles just decided to stick with what he knew. Xander could take very good care of himself. Xander had walked alone in the dark many times since he'd found out about vampires and he was still alive. The two most evil and dangerous vampires in the entire town had no desire to see Xander dead. In fact, it seemed they both wanted him alive. Now while Xander had a habit of doing incredibly stupid things that put himself and those around him in danger, Giles knew he was a survivor. He also knew that Xander would probably get home perfectly safely and in one piece.
But, still. What if he didn't?
***
Xander wasn't sure if he was more surprised that Spike had rescued Xander from his parents house -- *again* -- or that Spike hadn't taken advantage of Xander afterwards. After all, Xander was obviously very happy to have gotten out of that house safely and with most of his dignity intact. So why wasn't Spike claiming his 'thank you' gift? Was he *unattractive*? Did he smell? Was he getting fat?
Xander looked nervously at Spike, hoping the answer would be written on Spike's face. Something that said, "Yes, Xander. You're fat, you smell *terrible* and you're the ugliest kid in the playground. And that's why I don't want to have any sexy fun with you." But, no. There was nothing. Spike just stared blankly ahead, not a single word written on his face. It was really annoying Xander.
And disappointing him.
Not that he *wanted* to be taken advantage of. But a little attention would be nice. Spike hadn't said two words to Xander since they left the Harris household and Xander was feeling kind of... hurt. He wanted Spike to talk. To say *something*. Preferably something rude and arrogant, so then Xander could be reminded that his rescuer was an evil, rude, bad man who only rescued Xander for some selfish reason. Because the longer they walked in silence, the more Xander was beginning to think that Spike hadn't saved Xander for himself and that he wasn't lying when he said Xander was more than a hobby. That he was actually passionate about him. And if a soulless creature could care about something besides itself then that meant that Spike *wasn't* as evil, rude and bad as Xander liked to think. And who knew what that meant?
Except Xander did know what that meant. It meant that Spike wasn't only attractive on the outside. It meant that it was possible to have feelings for the vampire because he wasn't all that bad. It meant that, just by thinking it, Xander was realizing that he may have already started liking the vampire. In short, it meant that Xander was screwed.
Well shit, Xander thought. When the hell did I start liking *Spike*? Well, sure. He wouldn't deny that Spike was obviously good looking. But he hated Spike.
Right?
Right. Xander shook his head. He was talking nonsense. It was time to start a conversation and get his mind off the crazy notion of him having feelings for *Spike*. Definitely time for a subject change.
"So, that speech about hobbies. That *was* about me, right?" So much for a change of subject.
Spike's eyebrows came closer together for a second before he realized what Xander was talking about and nodded. "You think I'd make that big a deal over hobbies if it wasn't?"
Xander shrugged. "What can I say? Vampires? Not really the understandable type. And you do tend to go overboard from time to time. Not to mention the foreign thing... "
"It was about you," Spike clarified, half to reassure Xander, half to shut him up.
"Good. Well, no, not *good*. Just good that, uh... Never mind."
A smile of amusement started to form on Spike's face before he quickly got more serious. "It was all true, you know. The whole passion versus hobby thing. You're not a hobby, you're a --"
"Passion?" Xander guessed. "I can't really say that's much better. One could say Sci Fi is my passion. It doesn't necessarily mean that I want to buy it roses and chocolates."
Spike raised his eyebrows and snorted. "Sci Fi? Could you get any more teenage boy?"
"Hey! Sci Fi is so *not* teenage boy. Lots of people like it. Not just teenage boy people."
"Please." Spike rolled his eyes. "Everybody knows Science Fiction is just another reason for little pimply boys to jerk off."
"I resent that on the grounds that I'm not pimply!" Spike chuckled. "Seriously, Spike. Sci Fi is so not like that. Not for me, anyway."
"You like it for any reason other than Princess Leia's chest?"
"Well, yeah. It isn't just about hot women in sexy outfits. It's got -- I don't know -- substance. You've got the drama, the action, the humor. Sure, there are a few not-too-hard-to-look-at girls in the genre, but that's not why I like it, you know? It's so much more than th -- " Xander stopped short as he realized what he was saying. He met Spike's eyes. "You're a tricky one."
"I think I've made my point, though," he smirked. "'Substance'. Yeah, that's definitely one of the words I'd give you."
Xander shook his head. "You do *not* think that way about me."
"Yeah? How would you know?"
"Because!" Xander objected. "Because of how you treat me, for one. You going around all, 'Hey, there's Xander. Let me go over there and play with his feelings and wave his sexual confusion in his face by giving him some great orgasms. Then you know what I'll do? I'll just walk away and leave him confused and upset! What fun!'" Xander said with an accent that sounded more like an old Australian woman than anything else.
"It's better than what I do to all other humans after I give them their great orgasms. Unless you'd prefer your guts torn out and your blood drained. Because, I've got to say, you're much cuter when you keep your insides inside."
"Okay, fine. So you don't hurt me." Off Spike's smug nod, Xander added, "*Physically.* But, let's talk about my emotions here, buddy. I know I'm getting in touch with my inner woman by saying this, but have you ever thought about how *I* might feel? White knight, battling the forces of evil, when Mr. Everything-I'm-Against comes into the picture and waves his sexy ass around all seduce-y." Xander ignored Spike's smile at the 'sexy' mention and continued. "You had to know I'd be confused! Not to *mention* the whole 'Oh my God, I'm gay' thing. Couldn't you just have stuck around to *talk* every now and then?"
Spike looked down guiltily. "Look, pet. I didn't mean to do any of those things. It's been a long time since I've had any relationship with humans aside from the 'torture' and 'kill' kinds. I'm not really the best candidate for considering 'feelings'."
"Well maybe you *should* if you're going to go around claiming to feel them! Face it, Spike. You don't have *feelings* for me. You have... I don't know what you have but those sure aren't it."
"Look, pet. Just because I'm a vampire doesn't mean I can't have feelings. I could bet you a shiny --"
"This isn't a vampire thing, Spike; it's a you and me thing!" Xander's eyes locked with Spike's and he took a step closer. "You love Drusilla. I know that because you *show* it. So stop fucking saying you have feelings for me because you don't!"
Spike glanced quickly to the left. They were at Giles' house. He looked back at Xander who was standing inches away. "Look, Xander ..."
"No, Spike. Shut up, okay? Just shut up!"
Xander took another step closer and Spike could hear his heart beating faster with the adrenaline of anger. Xander's eyes were wide open and dark. For a moment, Spike wasn't sure whether to run away or move forward just a little bit. Xander closed his eyes. Spike licked his lips. Their mouths were just inches apart when Xander's eyes snapped open and he shook his head slightly.
Spike looked at him, expecting to see fear and bemusement. He guessed it was time to coax Xander through that sexual confusion he'd mentioned earlier.
But, no. He was wrong. Xander was just looking at him with a shy smile. "I guess it's that time to do whatever it is evil vampires, such as yourself, do when they're not walking home scared little boys," he said. Spike couldn't tell if he'd been imagining the slightly flirtatious tone in Xander's voice.
"Ah, yes," he replied. He looked at his wrist as if he were wearing a watch and nodded. "I do have plans to be a particularly scary bastard scheduled in half an hour. I should go get ready for it."
Xander grinned and started walking towards the door of the apartment. "Seeya, then."
Spike paused before leaving and looked at Xander. He had no idea what was going on in that head and every conversation he had with Xander just confused him and amazed him even more. This boy was surely something. "Bye," he said, smiling slightly before turning to leave. As he walked off the property, he listened as a door opened and Xander... squeaked?
"Oh, hi, Giles.... Been there long?"
Spike wasn't sure exactly how much Giles knew about him and Xander, but he decided it'd be best for him to be far away at this time. So, picking up his pace, he got himself the hell out of there.
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Rating: Fanfiction equivalent of NC-17
Feedback: If you like it, tell me. If you don't? Whatever. Tell me anyway.
Concrit: Very welcome in comments.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: Whole series written for willowschild who asked for "A varient on what happened to Xander when he cast the love spell. Only instead of attracting all women it was all men and the only one who could break the spell was his true love."
Beta'd by the sooper dooper kitty_poker1.
Previous parts here.
******
If Xander was planning on making it a habit to put Giles in these situations, Giles figured he'd need to have a talk with the boy some time. He'd been on the phone with the Council for his weekly check-in for just north of ten minutes and when he'd come back Willow and Xander were both gone, leaving Buffy to tell him that they'd gone home.
Home.
That was the word that had caused his brain to immediately panic.The last that Giles knew, Xander still hadn't told Buffy and Willow about his father or why going back to that house was such a problem for him. And since Buffy hadn't given any indication that Xander had made any extremely horrible and shocking announcements, Giles assumed Xander still hadn't told them. And that meant that Xander had gone back to his family. To his father.
Giles hadn't given Buffy a chance to talk about whatever it was that she had requested Xander's and Willow's absence for before grabbing his jacket and bolting out the door.
The traffic lights and stupid pedestrians had made the drive to Xander's longer than Giles had wished for, but, in the end, it turned out that it didn't even matter. Once he'd gotten to the Harris residence, he learned that, yes, Xander had been there, but the 'stupid sonuva bitch' had run off to 'wherever the fuck' he was staying before Mr. Harris had a chance to 'beat his pansy ass through the ground'.
Looking back on it, Giles still didn't regret punching Mr. Harris flat in the face before leaving the god-forsaken house.
He hadn't bothered searching the streets of Sunnydale at all. If Xander wasn't home, he was most likely either at Willow's or on his way to Giles' flat. And if the latter were the case, Giles knew he needn't worry at all. No demon or vampire with half a brain would dare try to attack the consort of William the Bloody. And any creature with less than half a brain, Xander could certainly take care of. He did, after all, manage to exterminate three vampires at the factory all by himself. And that still caused Giles to smile proudly whenever he remembered it.
But what if there were more than three? What if a group of five vampires were to attack him? Could Xander really protect himself from that many?
Giles paced back and forth in his kitchen. He *really* needed to get that boy a cell phone. Despite how much Giles hated the stupid little contraptions, he really needed Xander to have a phone on him times like these. Just so he wouldn't have to worry so hard all the time.
The Watcher part of his mind knew it was extremely unlikely that Xander could be attacked by multiple vampires. Vampires never ganged up on one single person unless they had something specific against the person in question. And, as far as Giles knew, Xander hadn't done anything to annoy any vampire packs lately, so, realistically, he was safe.
But the other side of his mind -- the side that cared deeply for the children -- was worried sick. It knew that there weren't any set rules, and there still *was* a chance that an entire group of vampires could jump Xander on his walk home. True, it was a very small chance, but it was still a chance. And that didn't put Giles' mind at rest at all. It did quite the opposite, actually.
Unsure of which side of his brain to listen to, Giles just decided to stick with what he knew. Xander could take very good care of himself. Xander had walked alone in the dark many times since he'd found out about vampires and he was still alive. The two most evil and dangerous vampires in the entire town had no desire to see Xander dead. In fact, it seemed they both wanted him alive. Now while Xander had a habit of doing incredibly stupid things that put himself and those around him in danger, Giles knew he was a survivor. He also knew that Xander would probably get home perfectly safely and in one piece.
But, still. What if he didn't?
***
Xander wasn't sure if he was more surprised that Spike had rescued Xander from his parents house -- *again* -- or that Spike hadn't taken advantage of Xander afterwards. After all, Xander was obviously very happy to have gotten out of that house safely and with most of his dignity intact. So why wasn't Spike claiming his 'thank you' gift? Was he *unattractive*? Did he smell? Was he getting fat?
Xander looked nervously at Spike, hoping the answer would be written on Spike's face. Something that said, "Yes, Xander. You're fat, you smell *terrible* and you're the ugliest kid in the playground. And that's why I don't want to have any sexy fun with you." But, no. There was nothing. Spike just stared blankly ahead, not a single word written on his face. It was really annoying Xander.
And disappointing him.
Not that he *wanted* to be taken advantage of. But a little attention would be nice. Spike hadn't said two words to Xander since they left the Harris household and Xander was feeling kind of... hurt. He wanted Spike to talk. To say *something*. Preferably something rude and arrogant, so then Xander could be reminded that his rescuer was an evil, rude, bad man who only rescued Xander for some selfish reason. Because the longer they walked in silence, the more Xander was beginning to think that Spike hadn't saved Xander for himself and that he wasn't lying when he said Xander was more than a hobby. That he was actually passionate about him. And if a soulless creature could care about something besides itself then that meant that Spike *wasn't* as evil, rude and bad as Xander liked to think. And who knew what that meant?
Except Xander did know what that meant. It meant that Spike wasn't only attractive on the outside. It meant that it was possible to have feelings for the vampire because he wasn't all that bad. It meant that, just by thinking it, Xander was realizing that he may have already started liking the vampire. In short, it meant that Xander was screwed.
Well shit, Xander thought. When the hell did I start liking *Spike*? Well, sure. He wouldn't deny that Spike was obviously good looking. But he hated Spike.
Right?
Right. Xander shook his head. He was talking nonsense. It was time to start a conversation and get his mind off the crazy notion of him having feelings for *Spike*. Definitely time for a subject change.
"So, that speech about hobbies. That *was* about me, right?" So much for a change of subject.
Spike's eyebrows came closer together for a second before he realized what Xander was talking about and nodded. "You think I'd make that big a deal over hobbies if it wasn't?"
Xander shrugged. "What can I say? Vampires? Not really the understandable type. And you do tend to go overboard from time to time. Not to mention the foreign thing... "
"It was about you," Spike clarified, half to reassure Xander, half to shut him up.
"Good. Well, no, not *good*. Just good that, uh... Never mind."
A smile of amusement started to form on Spike's face before he quickly got more serious. "It was all true, you know. The whole passion versus hobby thing. You're not a hobby, you're a --"
"Passion?" Xander guessed. "I can't really say that's much better. One could say Sci Fi is my passion. It doesn't necessarily mean that I want to buy it roses and chocolates."
Spike raised his eyebrows and snorted. "Sci Fi? Could you get any more teenage boy?"
"Hey! Sci Fi is so *not* teenage boy. Lots of people like it. Not just teenage boy people."
"Please." Spike rolled his eyes. "Everybody knows Science Fiction is just another reason for little pimply boys to jerk off."
"I resent that on the grounds that I'm not pimply!" Spike chuckled. "Seriously, Spike. Sci Fi is so not like that. Not for me, anyway."
"You like it for any reason other than Princess Leia's chest?"
"Well, yeah. It isn't just about hot women in sexy outfits. It's got -- I don't know -- substance. You've got the drama, the action, the humor. Sure, there are a few not-too-hard-to-look-at girls in the genre, but that's not why I like it, you know? It's so much more than th -- " Xander stopped short as he realized what he was saying. He met Spike's eyes. "You're a tricky one."
"I think I've made my point, though," he smirked. "'Substance'. Yeah, that's definitely one of the words I'd give you."
Xander shook his head. "You do *not* think that way about me."
"Yeah? How would you know?"
"Because!" Xander objected. "Because of how you treat me, for one. You going around all, 'Hey, there's Xander. Let me go over there and play with his feelings and wave his sexual confusion in his face by giving him some great orgasms. Then you know what I'll do? I'll just walk away and leave him confused and upset! What fun!'" Xander said with an accent that sounded more like an old Australian woman than anything else.
"It's better than what I do to all other humans after I give them their great orgasms. Unless you'd prefer your guts torn out and your blood drained. Because, I've got to say, you're much cuter when you keep your insides inside."
"Okay, fine. So you don't hurt me." Off Spike's smug nod, Xander added, "*Physically.* But, let's talk about my emotions here, buddy. I know I'm getting in touch with my inner woman by saying this, but have you ever thought about how *I* might feel? White knight, battling the forces of evil, when Mr. Everything-I'm-Against comes into the picture and waves his sexy ass around all seduce-y." Xander ignored Spike's smile at the 'sexy' mention and continued. "You had to know I'd be confused! Not to *mention* the whole 'Oh my God, I'm gay' thing. Couldn't you just have stuck around to *talk* every now and then?"
Spike looked down guiltily. "Look, pet. I didn't mean to do any of those things. It's been a long time since I've had any relationship with humans aside from the 'torture' and 'kill' kinds. I'm not really the best candidate for considering 'feelings'."
"Well maybe you *should* if you're going to go around claiming to feel them! Face it, Spike. You don't have *feelings* for me. You have... I don't know what you have but those sure aren't it."
"Look, pet. Just because I'm a vampire doesn't mean I can't have feelings. I could bet you a shiny --"
"This isn't a vampire thing, Spike; it's a you and me thing!" Xander's eyes locked with Spike's and he took a step closer. "You love Drusilla. I know that because you *show* it. So stop fucking saying you have feelings for me because you don't!"
Spike glanced quickly to the left. They were at Giles' house. He looked back at Xander who was standing inches away. "Look, Xander ..."
"No, Spike. Shut up, okay? Just shut up!"
Xander took another step closer and Spike could hear his heart beating faster with the adrenaline of anger. Xander's eyes were wide open and dark. For a moment, Spike wasn't sure whether to run away or move forward just a little bit. Xander closed his eyes. Spike licked his lips. Their mouths were just inches apart when Xander's eyes snapped open and he shook his head slightly.
Spike looked at him, expecting to see fear and bemusement. He guessed it was time to coax Xander through that sexual confusion he'd mentioned earlier.
But, no. He was wrong. Xander was just looking at him with a shy smile. "I guess it's that time to do whatever it is evil vampires, such as yourself, do when they're not walking home scared little boys," he said. Spike couldn't tell if he'd been imagining the slightly flirtatious tone in Xander's voice.
"Ah, yes," he replied. He looked at his wrist as if he were wearing a watch and nodded. "I do have plans to be a particularly scary bastard scheduled in half an hour. I should go get ready for it."
Xander grinned and started walking towards the door of the apartment. "Seeya, then."
Spike paused before leaving and looked at Xander. He had no idea what was going on in that head and every conversation he had with Xander just confused him and amazed him even more. This boy was surely something. "Bye," he said, smiling slightly before turning to leave. As he walked off the property, he listened as a door opened and Xander... squeaked?
"Oh, hi, Giles.... Been there long?"
Spike wasn't sure exactly how much Giles knew about him and Xander, but he decided it'd be best for him to be far away at this time. So, picking up his pace, he got himself the hell out of there.