LOG: 23 January - Turning Xander

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WHO: Connor ialwayshadasoul, Xander eyesocketparty
WHAT: Turning Xander
WHEN: January 23, 2008
WHERE: Some cabin in scotland
WHY: Xander and Connor don't want to lose each other. EVER.
WITH: R scenes, with a Sex-scene cut, and lots of plot
Note: I can't believe I forgot to put this one up!!!



Connor left Dru at the hotel. He cared for Sister, but this was something he wanted to keep private. Just him and Xander, a Making, a Reforming, Turning. He knew he was close. He was just far enough away from the Slayer Castle to feel safe in what he was doing, and this small cottage in the middle of nowhere in the wood, seemed a perfect place to hide and recover. Somehow, he KNEW this was where Xander had holed up.

Of course, the fact that he could smell him in the vicinity was a help on that. Connor wrapped his coat tighter around himself against the cold air, snow dusting his hair, as he raised a fist to knock, announcing his presence. He was careful to keep his face smoothed, unchanged - just in case Xander had... company.

He really should have thought to bring a snack for them for Afterwards. Ah well, surely one could be found fairly easily, and until then, well... there were ways to compensate.

A small part of Xander knew this was an Incredibly Stupid Thing To Do. But hey, it wasn't as if the other Scoobies had their slates clean. Willow almost destroyed the world after Tara died. Giles wasn't once called 'Ripper' for nothing and Buffy.. well, that was just a whole QUAGMIRE of stupid decisions. Anyway, he'd done almost nothing as stupid as that, and at least this way he wouldn't be seeing yet another relationship crumble and die because he'd said the wrong thing.

Sneaking out had been easy, he knew the castle schematics like the back of his hand. And the way Willow and Buffy weren't speaking, well, it was easy to just...dissapear. He glanced up at the sound of the door, letting out a breath, hm he wouldn't be doing that much after, he reckoned, and walked over, opening it up just a crack in case they'd come looking for him.

"Xander?" Connor's voice was soft, lost-sounding despite the surety he exhibited online.

Xander offered him the smallest of smiles, stepping back to let him in, almost nervous. "Hey"

Connor came in, then shoved the door closed against the frigid wind. He glanced up through his fringe at Xander. "Missed you."

Xander's mouth twiched a little at the corner. "I missed you, too", he mumured softly.

Connor's gloved hand grasped Xander's shoulder as he pulled him into a kiss.

Xander whimpered softly into it his eye closing as he returned the kiss one hand resting on the small of Connor's back. He really HAD missed him, it had been way too long.

Tongues came into play almost immediately as Connor's mouth opened to him, as Connor pressed tightly against him with a small, longing moan.

Xander's arms wrapped around Connor's smaller frame, responding with a soft moan of his own as he kissed him, almost desperate.

Awkwardly, Connor pulled off his gloves, shoving his hands into Xander's dark hair as he pressed in as close as he could through the ridiculously thick jacket. Funny how he was thinking about complaining that it wasn't warm enough against the cold... things were far too hot now. It was too warm.

Xander stumbled back a little as the kiss intensified, hands moving to push the thick jacket off Connor, to get closer.

Connor moved back just enough to let it fall off before pressing close again, hands lifting the hem of Xander's shirt to splay on his back, warming them.

Xander groaned softly at his touch, stumbling back against the ottoman at the foot of the bed, his own hands moving to Connor's rear, pulling him onto his lap.

Connor crawled there eagerly, drowning in their heated, passionate kiss.

Xander broke the kiss for air, resting his forehead against Connor's as he panted, fingers working at Connor's shirt buttons.

"Xander..." Connor breathed, nuzzling him as he worked in mirror fashion, desperate to feel his lover's skin.

The Quasi-Watcher shivered at the mention of his name, capturing Connor's mouth once more as he kissed him passionately, pulling off his shirt.

Connor groaned as their bare chests pressed together, running his hands over Xander's well muscled shoulders in wake of whispering fabric.

Xander's tongue battled against Connor's as he shuffled backwards onto the bed, pulling Connor with him with a low lustful groan.

He ground down against him, shoving his hands into Xander's hair again, feeling the shift as his fangs fell and his face bumped up, and not caring. It didn't matter, he was with Xander, who knew what he was, and still cared, who wanted to always be with him, who was hot and alive beneath him, touching him, melding mouth with him. A small part of him was terrified some of this would be lost in return of being able to stay together, but he wanted that security So Much. A secure relationship like none he'd ever had.

Xander felt the shift but bearly flinched at it, letting out a soft whimper into their kiss instead, his hips rising to meet Connor's, his hands dragging down his back.

Connor arched against the touch, grinding down against him again, reaching for Xander's flies as they kissed.

Xander shifted underneatrh him, fingers slipping under the hem of Connor's jeans as he ground up, his kiss fierce and hungry.

Connor concentrated a moment, smoothing his face, even if he couldn't make the fangs retreat, before pulling away, kneeling as he pulled the rest of Xander's clothing off, before standing and pushing down his own jeans, bare beneath, his body as hungry for Xander as his soul was.

Xander shivered from where he lay on the bed, propped up by one elbow as he reached out his other hand, grabbing Connor's arm gently and pulling him back to him.

Connor's gaze, caught somewhere between blue skies and golden sunlight, fell on Xander in an almost worshipful way as he lay against him, nothing but skin between them as he raised his lips to kiss him once more.

Xander sighed softly against his lips, his kiss soft, tender, loving for a moment before it grew in heat once more, his one eye closing in bliss.

He groaned, running his hand down Xander's side, keeping him close, as his tongue flicked against Xanders, tangled.

Xander whimpered and moaned into the kiss, his hips aching, grinding flush up against Connor's.

Connor slid atop him, licking along his jaw even as he frotted with Xander.

Xander arched his neck, moving with his licks, giving him better access as he shivered and groaned beneath him.

Connor's mouth travelled to Xander's ear. "No going back... you sure you want this?" he asked softly, tongue flicking over his pulse.

Xander bit down on his lower lip, shivering. "If it means I don't lose you", he murmured softly

"Don't leave me," Connor's voice was lost, begging.

"I won't", Xander whispered softly, "I promise"

Connor drew back to kiss him again, his fingers trailing along his pulse.

Xander sighed softly into the kiss, moving into his touch, shivering a little.

Connor drew himself up against him, kissing him, one hand reaching down and grasping him, tugging as he slipped to the side, giving Xander pleasure as best he could, to take his mind off of what was about to happen.

Xander moaned, his eye closing, his hand grapsing at Connor's shoulder as his moved into his touch.

Connor nuzzled his throat, allowed himself to shift fully, and sunk in his fangs. He kept his hand moving on Xander, and reminded himself this time wasn't for a taste... this was for real.

A cry tore through Xander's throat as his skin was pierced, his neck taught as his hand gripped him tighter, body shivering from the double assault.

Connor groaned as the taste and scent of Xander drowned him. There was nothing like it, nothing ever. Intoxicating. His fist continued moving over him as he pressed against Xander's thigh, draining him, listening to his heart slow....

"Connorrr", Xander's voice was low and husky, almost pleading as his heart rate slowed, life starting to ebb away.

His hand released the cock, running over Xander's tense chest in effort to soothe him as he listened to his heart falter. He took his mouth from his throat, some strange instinct telling him not to let it stop, that wasn't how their kind worked, and bit into his wrist, before resting it over Xander's opened lips, his own blood dripping into his mouth as Connor continued gently licking up the trickle of blood.

Xander paused a moment, a small streak self-preservation in him before he closed his mouth on the wound, letting the foreign coppery taste run over his tongue as he started to drink.

"Never leave me," Connor breathed again, that lost, begging sound still in his lost boy's voice as his tongue flicked out over the wound in Xander's throat.

Xander gave a muffled response as his tentative suckles became more powerful, more hungry as he now readily drank him down.

Connor felt a sigh of relief, still lapping at the wound, waiting for the stop in heartbeat, and growing puzzled as it strengthened rather than waned.

Xander's one eye changed from a light brown to a bright yellow as his face began to shift, teeth lengthening to fangs as he bit into Connor's wrist a litttle, letting out a growl as he drank.

Connor groaned softly as he closed the wound, something curled deep inside him, foreign, rearing up with a cry of 'Turned!' just a moment before the sensation went straight to his cock.

Xander pulled away from his wrist, the bumps on his face riding his eyepatch up a little as he panted, his head swimming. He tried to grasp to an inteligable thought before something primal and animal took over. He let out another growl, moving quickly, quicker than he'd been able to before, straddling Connor's hips, pushing him down onto the bed.

Connor looked up, his own golden eyes widening in surprise as he watched him. He arched beneath him.

Xander stared at him for a moment, before leaning down for a crushing kiss, fangs crashing a little as his hands moved to Connor's hips, pushing them up.


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Connor's legs fell apart as their mouths clashed, lip, fang, tongue tangling.

Xander almost snarled into the kiss, one hand moving to Connor's still bleeding wrist, dipping in the blood there before dropping back down, pausing a moment before his crimson-coated fingers slid slowly into him.

Connor groaned, tensing, his eyes widening as his face shifted human.

Xander's face remained the same as he used the pieces of humanity his brain could process at that moment to ease Connor int the feeling slowly, fingers stretching and coating.

Connor groaned as his head fell back, Xander brushing against something maginficent inside of him.

Xander nipped lightly at Connor's chin, brushing against the spot again, learning it's position, before sliding his fingers slowly out.

The young beneath him groaned low, pulling Xander down for another heated kiss.

Xander growled into it, fingers moving to entwine with Connor's before he slid inside him with a low lustful groan.

The younger cried out, grasping at Xander's shoulders tightly as he was entered, nearly mad with the intimacy of the action, the surrender forced from him.

Xander took in a shuddery breath, pausing for a moment to familiarise himself with the feel. He leaned in, kissing him deeply as he rocked his hips a little, slipping further into him.

Connor whimpered and grabbed onto him, wrapping his limbs around him to drive him in further, and keep him still, lips and tongues and fangs devouring.

Xander let out a low growl into the kiss, his hands running through his hair as he ground into him searching for the spot he'd found with his fingers.

It took a few minutes, bodies thrusting grinding, grasping... gasping for breath before Connor's head hit the pillow again with a low groan, his legs tightening 'round Xander's hips.

Xander shivered at Connor's groan, encouraged by it as he moved against the spot again, moving in to kiss and nip at Connor's jaw.

He moaned low, tipping his chin back, baring his throat in submission.

Xander leaned in, nuzzling at his throat as he sped up his movements, letting out a soft whimper as his teeth scraped his skin.

Connor's mouth opened in a gasp as he strained up against him, his cock brushing against Xander's stomach, aching.

One hand slipped down Connor's hips, taking his member in hand as he moved against him, fangs slipping into Connor's throat.

A few realisations came to Connor in swift succession. He'd never been bitten before, and it hurt....So good. Oh god this could get addicting if he weren't already hopelessly addicted to Xander anyhow. His hips snapped up, driving himself into Xander's hand before driving himself back down, impaled.

Xander moaned as the blood flowed into his mouth as he continued to drive himself in, marveling at the tightness, giving a low groan, his hand tightening around him at the sensation.

Connor cried out, eyes tightly shut, being driven closer and closer to rapturous oblivion. His hands scrabbled at Xander, finally settling to fist one in his hair, the other's nails digging into his shoulder.

Xander's hand sped up with his hips, before he cried out against his throat, the blood trickling down Connor's neck as he arched, releasing deep inside him.

Connor screamed his release, never before so loud, the euphoria of being taken in any way possible, his blood, his body, too much sensation for the lonely boy to handle.

Xander panted softly, kissing his throat as he coasted down, his features becoming human once more, free hand brushing over Connor's chest.

Connor moaned, face smoothing as he panted.



Xander took in a shuddery breath, his eye opening to look at him as he slid out, kissing the younger man's forehead. "Hey"

Connor opened his eyes to watch him, a deep emotion flickering behind them before it was driven away by something determined to keep emotion that powerful hidden. "Hey," he whispered, still panting, aching. He frowned slightly, confused. "Xander..."

"Mmm?", asked Xander softly, his chin resting on Connor's chest.

"I can hear your heart beating...."

Xander blinked looking up a moment. "....Oh...so it is", he said, "....Wow...um..how'd that happen?"

"I know you changed..." Connor said, frowning, raising a hand to run across Xander's face.

"Yeah, kinda felt that that whole 'bloody: yummy' thing", said Xander, then frowned, "Maybe we did it wrong"

"I don't know," Connor said, running his hand down Xander's face again. "Instinct said we did it right."

"Hmmm", Xander smiled, leaning against his hand, "Maybe I'm not a proper vampire then, I mean, you're not"

"I don't know what I am," Connor frowned, looking away.

Xander considered this, before turning Connor's head to him. "Don't know what we are", he mumured with a soft smile.

Connor's sad eyes watched him a long moment, before something like realisation crossed his face despite them.

Xander blinked at him. "You okay?", he mumured softly.

"I..." Connor reached up and tugged off the patch so he could see Xander's face without it. The empty socket didn't bother him, and he leaned up to gently kiss the skin nearby.

Xander froze for a moment when Connor pulled off the patch, unused to anyone doing that, shivering a little at the kiss. "Connor?"

He was shaking, but he couldn't stop it, even as he pulled Xander tightly into a hug, resting his cheek against the man's above him.

Xander blinked, but sat up, pulling Connor into a hug. "Connor, what is it?"

"I... I'm... I'm not... alone... anymore," Connor got out, with difficulty, trembling as he held onto Xander like the lifeline he was to him.

Xander arched a brow, before giving a sad smile, holding him close. "Nope, not even remotely, our species, whatever it may be, has grown by one", he said, "We should have a party"

Connor laughed slightly, a hysterical note in the tone before just hanging on tighter. Now... with Xander like him, he could hang on as tight as he needed without worrying about hurting him. This was... it was amazing.

Not alone any longer.

Xander held him close, kissing the top of his head. "Hey, it's okay, the crazy laughing is a bad sign, you know"

"So lonely," he whispered, hanging on still, trying to wrap his mind out of everything. He hadn't turned Xander into a vampire... he'd turned... he'd turned into whatever it was he was.

"Well, you don't have to be lonely anymore", said Xander, "That's why it's a duo and that, because there's two and you can't be lonely with two, because one is the loneliest number that you'll ever do, and even if the song says two is the loneliest number after the number one, I think they got it wrong"

Connor chuckled slightly, "That... made no sense."

"I know, I'm rambling, but it's a happy ramble so it's a good thing", Xander nodded.

"Okay," he whispered. "Just... trying to wrap my head around it. This is one of those things that's harder to understand than genomes."

Xander chuckled. "They're cool, with their little hats and their little fishing poles"

"That's Gnomes."

"....Why, what did you say?", Xander blinked.

"Genomes.. sciency stuff," he said, smiling against Xander's shoulder.

"Ahhh the sciencey stuff with the bunsen burners and the test tubes", said Xander, "Did I ever mention the time I was a science experiment and almost got turned into a fish boy?"

"Had your species mucked with before, hm?"

"Sort of, it was in the steam", Xander nodded wisely, "But Giles made me better and promised I wasn't going to be a fish boy. Then there was the hyena thing"

"I heard about that one. Sounded amusing."

"I ate the school mascot", said Xander, "He was a pig. Then I nearly ate my friends and giggled a lot...don't remember much but the giggling"

"That doesn't sound so awful," Connor said mildly.

"Yeah, except for the eating of the little pig alive", said Xander, "And the almost eating for my friends"

"Pig's an animal, you knew it to be food. Your friends? Well.." Connor shrugged.

"My friends are not food", said Xander firmly

"At the time they may have been," Connor said.

"But not now", said Xander.

"Hmm."

"No hmmm, I don't eat my friends", said Xander, forwning.

"Then don't."

"I won't"

"That's fine," Connor said, kissing his throat.

"Good", said Xander, then closed his eyes, "Mmm, good"

Connor suckled on it, no intention of breaking skin, EVERY intention of leaving a hickey.

"Okay, see, conversation..hard to have when you're...", Xander groaned, shivering, "Things"

"Just wanted to leave a not-fangy mark," Connor said quietly when he'd done

Xander chuckled softly, kissing his jaw. "Got me a hickey and everything now"

"Mmhmm." Connor said, smiling

"I Lo...", Xander paused, then sighed, not wanting to freak him out, "I that thing you don't let me say or talk about you"

"If I could let myself believe it was real, I'd say it back," Connor said softly, nuzzling him, then kissing him again.

Xander gave a soft, if sad smile, returning the kiss gently.

Connor smoothed a hand down Xander's face, along his shoulder and his arm.

Xander smiled, pulling back to kiss his forehead, breathing in his hair.

"Let's rest a little," Connor said, still snuggled, sitting in his lap.

"Resting's good", Xander smiled.

Connor kissed him languidly again.

Xander returned the kiss, his arms wrapping arund Connor's back, holding him close.

Connor snuggled in, breathing him in. There was no change to Xander's scent, odd that he thought there ought to have been. The taste of his blood still clung to his lover's tongue, and he sucked on it softly.

Xander mumured softly against his lips, one hand moving to play in his hair as he kissed him.

Connor pulled him so they lay down again, reaching with his toes to grab the blanket and pull it up over them both.

Xander chuckled a little. "I love it when you do that"

"Grab things with my toes?"

"Yeah", said Xander, "Kinda cool"

"I never really thought about it. Sometimes you can't use your hands."

"Not many people use their toes", chuckled Xander.

"Never had your hands full and needed to grab something?" Connor asked, curious.

"Yes, but that's where I wish I grew telekenisis", said Xander wiht a wise nod.

"Telekinesis would be cool."

"Yeaah", said Xander, "I mean, you can be 'tv remote's on the other side of the room, no problem, I can get it, fffooosh!'"

Connor laughed, shaking his head. "That's insane."

"No, I bet that's the sound it makes", said Xander with a grin, "Any money"

"Sounds too magicky, to me," Connor said, shrugging slightly.

"Nah, it's all..mutant-ey", said Xander, "Like X-Men"

"X-men are cool," Connor admitted.

"Damn straight they are, and you're related to one, which is ten kinds of cool", said Xander, then grinned, "COOL! I made a funny"

Connor sniggered, "It makes you semi-related to one as well, then."

"It does?", asked Xander, "Funky". He paused. "....And also kinda incestuous"

"Nah. It's only like that when I want to give Angel a rough time about Spike."

"Ahh, that's okay then", Xander nodded, "Rough time for my least favourite vampires? A-Okay"

Connor laughed, tucking his head on Xander's broad shoulder.

"You live with Mr. 'Look at me, I'm from England' for any length of time and you see how much he needs the rough", Xander nodded wisely, "Plus he destroyed my stuff"

"Always a worthy offense."

"Hell yeah", said Xander with a nod.

Connor trailed an arm over Xander and rested it over his stomach. He took a moment to listen to him breathe, listen to his heartbeat. "We should test it out when we wake up."

"Test what out?", asked Xander, "Giving Spike a rough time?"

"Your strength, agility, senses, things like that."

"Oh that", Xander chuckled, "Okay, that sounds like something. Maybe I can finally make up for my lack of depth perception"

"Have you been practising what I taught you?"

"Sure", Xander chuckled, "But then I saw this movie and I got distracted"

Connor laughed. "I'll help you learn again. So you're ready."

"Ready for what?", asked Xander conversationally, "The carnival? I'm bad at coconut shy's anyway"

"Ready for if they come after us," Connor said.

Xander rolled his eye and sighed. "Connor.."

"Anyone might. Other vampires, or demons, not just our sides. I still get hunted sometimes, and if it's found out that you're like me, they'll hunt you too. you've got to be ready."

"Oh other vampires and demons I can deal with", said Xander, "We're used to those type hunting us dwn"

"The fanatics can be fun," Connor's lip quirked.

"Oh yeah", Xander nodded, "Crazy as pie, but fun"

Connor smiled against his chest, then yawned.

"Tired?", asked Xander, fingers playing in his hair.

"Was a long day. Spent the morning assuring Sister I wouldn't forget to come for her when I was ready, then driving out here and finding you... Then, well... You're awesome," he said, lifting his hand to the small scar on his throat.

Xander shivered as Connor's hand bushed against the newly made scar. "Hoo..that's new", he mumured, then smiled, "Of course I'm awesome, I'm Xander LaVelle Harris"

"I like LaVelle... sounds dangerous, like The Leveler," Connor said.

Xander pulled a face. "Oh, GOD NO, it's the worst middle name in the history of the univere and further proof one or likely both my parents were drunk when they named me"

"I got named after my father's surname, that'd be like you being called Harrison Harris." Connor pointed out.

Xander considered this for a moment. ".....Okay you win"

Connor chuckled, then kissed his shoulder. "Sleep time."

"Hmm, sleep time is a good time", he nodded, settling in.

Connor drew the cover tighter around them both and drifted off without another word.