Chapter of Souls 6/?
Story Title: Chapter of Souls 6/?
Trilogy Title: Book of Threes
Author: frk_werewolf
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Spike/Xander/Oz, any variant of the three men
Setting: Up to and including Season Three, AU from there.
Trilogy Summary: Three men. Three beings. Three different stories. And a connection people never knew existed.
Story Summary: As the trio fight to balance out the dynamic of their relationship, something is taking control of Xander. Soon, the greatest enemy of all becomes a loved one.
Chapter Word Count: 1,426
Note: this takes place after Chapter of Vampires and Chapter of Wolves. You can veiw these and the previous chapters here.
Oh, look, another pairing: Doyle/Wesley. :P
Spike wasn't sure what he would see upon entering the darkened office. He remembered so many months ago when he had still been soulless. He had received a visit from a guy named Doyle, who had made an allusion to needing Angel in L.A. So, he had been expecting to see a glimpse of Doyle, perhaps even exchange a word or two, but to see the half-breed pressed against a desk, shirt off and a taller man trying to get into his pants?
"Huh," Oz commented.
The two men sprung apart, the taller straightening his glasses as he turned to face him, skin turning bright red. "H-Hello, welcome to Angel Investigations--"
"You mean to tell me Angel's in control here?" Spike demanded. "The bloody world is coming to an end, isn't it?"
"Possibly," Oz said, voice tainted with pain. He smiled at the tall man. "Hey, Wesley."
"Oz," Wesley said in shock. He glanced at Spike. "Then this must be--"
"Name's Spike, blah, blah, blah," Spike interrupted. Spike pointed at the short man who was putting his shirt back on. "You're Doyle. So now that we've got all of the introductions over and done with, we need your help."
"Well, I suppose you've come to the right place, then," Wesley said uncertainly. He reached over and flipped the desk lamp on. His eyes widened behind his glasses when he turned to look at them. "You're hurt! Let me grab the first aid kit."
Spike, momentarily ignoring Doyle as Wesley rushed out of the room, took Oz's hand and gently led him to the nearest chair. Oz let out a hiss as he sat, looking down at his blood spotted shirt. Spike knelt in front of him and began unbuttoning the stained shirt. "Best get this off, pup."
"Where's your third?" Doyle asked, coming closer as Spike pulled Oz's shirt off. Spike then began to slowly take off his bandages so that they could replace them when Wesley returned. Spike looked up at Doyle momentarily, catching his grim face.
"He isn't here," Spike replied, stiffly. "Xander's gone."
Oz had tilted his head back, resting it against the wall. At the sound of Xander's name, he let out a whimper, sounding more wolf than human. Spike quickly slipped himself in between Oz's thighs, leaning in close to press his nose against Oz's throat. He made a hushing noise, kissing the skin he found there.
"What do you mean, he's gone?" Doyle demanded in a soft, almost fearful voice. "You lost your own seer?"
Spike's body tightened at Doyle's words, but he said nothing in reply, pushing his anger down to deal with after Oz had been fixed. Wesley had returned by now, with Angel hovering behind him. Angel looked like he wanted to ask a million questions, but Spike ignored him as the former Watcher helped him redress Oz's wounds.
He managed to keep quiet for a full twenty minutes, until they were downstairs in Angel's apartment. Spike looked down at the cup of warm blood in his hands, before setting it down on the coffee table, without drinking any. The thought of drinking it only reminded him of his last meal and the explosive taste of Oz's blood going down his throat.
"Spike," Angel said, cutting into Spike's thoughts. Spike looked up to meet Angel's eyes and the older vampire winced slightly. "What happened?"
"I don't know," Spike whispered. "We were in this house that one of Xander's wacky visions had sent us to and this black thing kept attacking him. We were all knocked out and when I woke up, Xander and Oz were gone."
"I didn't wake up until Xander got me to the mansion," Oz offered, "and by then he already had me chained to the wall."
"Xander did this?" Angel asked, shocked.
"Yeah, fed me the pup's blood and everything." Spike replied. "I've never seen Xander act that way before, it was...something Angelus would have adored." Angel got an uncomfortable look on his face, but Spike knew that by saying those words he had emphasized how dangerous this problem could get. "His last words were that he was coming here."
"It's a big city, he could be anywhere," Wesley commented.
"Which is why I came here first," Spike said. "My vision boy is out for the count right about now, but yours isn't."
"That's not something I can simply turn on and off," Doyle pointed out.
"Yeah, but it has that horrible habit of popping in just when you don't want it to," Spike said, thinking of all the times Xander had suffered from a vision in the middle of sex. Spike stood. "Until then, Oz is going to rest, while I go out and search this part of the city for some fresh rumors."
"Spike," Oz said.
Spike walked over and knelt next to his chair. "Not to worry, pup, I'll be safe as houses."
"You better," Oz replied, simply. Spike gave a vague smile and leaned in for a kiss. Oz kissed him back, mouth opening up to taste him. Spike's tongue darted into the cavern of Oz's mouth, a soft moan escaping him, before pulling back.
"Wow," Doyle commented, "Intense."
"Keep an eye on him," Spike ordered with a threatening growl. Wesley blinked in shock at being directly spoken to, but nodded.
"It's times like these that I wish I could growl," Doyle said. "Then I could tell you to back away from my guy and actually sound dangerous."
Spike ignored him and made for the stairs. It was still a few hours from sunrise, though the night already felt like it had extended to a year's length. Gritting his teeth, Spike made he way to the dark streets of L.A., thoughts once again trying to consume him. He rounded the corner and started off at a brisk pace.
It was a few blocks down the road that he spotted the flash of dark hair and pale skin. At first, Spike assumed he was hallucinating, but then the figure turned to look at him and Spike found himself staring at the smirking face of Xander Harris. Before Spike could properly react, Xander had closed the short distance between them and, grabbing Spike's arm, hauled him into the nearest alleyway.
"Well, well, well," Xander purred as he pressed Spike against the brick wall. Spike couldn't speak, the shock and growing dread making him only stare up into Xander's cruel face. "I didn't expect to see you so soon, darling."
Spike sucked in unneeded breath, but remained silent.
"Not much of a chatter box today?" Xander asked, tilting his head. Suddenly, his dark eyes grew soft. "Oh, William, how beautiful you'd be if only you didn't have that foul creature hiding along the curve of your bones. I could make your pure, William. I could make you perfect just as you once were."
"I'm laughing, really," Spike snapped. "I'm hearing this from someone that's acting like a parasite to this body?"
"Still don't understand, do you?" Xander asked, smirking. "The body has nothing to do with it. This body is pure, untainted, and my presence doesn't affect that in any way."
"You fucking bastard," Spike hissed. "I don't think you understand. You're invading someone's body and that right there is impure."
"What makes you think Xander doesn't want me here?" Xander leaned in close, nose lightly brushing Spike's cheek. Spike had to force down the urge to spit in his face. "I feel everything that he feels. I am Xander."
"You're lying," Spike protested, albeit weakly.
"Perhaps," Xander whispered, before kissing him gently on the lips. For a moment, Spike felt as though he were back home, standing in the living room and kissing Xander, while Oz made dry comments about finding a bedroom in the background. Spike wanted to believe that feeling, to fall into it and let Xander do what he wanted with him.
Xander pulled back, mouth curved into a dark grin. Spike watched as Xander turned and walked away, unable to find the strength to chase after him.
The emotions that Spike had managed to push down came rushing forward, a tidal wave of sorrow, rage, and fear. He didn't have Oz there to calm him, to ground him into a purpose. Spike slid down the wall, until he rest, sprawled on the ground. Tears fell from his eyes and Spike quickly wiped them away.
They kept coming, tear after tear, and soon Spike was sobbing from the pain of knowing he might loose Xander forever.
Trilogy Title: Book of Threes
Author: frk_werewolf
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Spike/Xander/Oz, any variant of the three men
Setting: Up to and including Season Three, AU from there.
Trilogy Summary: Three men. Three beings. Three different stories. And a connection people never knew existed.
Story Summary: As the trio fight to balance out the dynamic of their relationship, something is taking control of Xander. Soon, the greatest enemy of all becomes a loved one.
Chapter Word Count: 1,426
Note: this takes place after Chapter of Vampires and Chapter of Wolves. You can veiw these and the previous chapters here.
Oh, look, another pairing: Doyle/Wesley. :P
Spike wasn't sure what he would see upon entering the darkened office. He remembered so many months ago when he had still been soulless. He had received a visit from a guy named Doyle, who had made an allusion to needing Angel in L.A. So, he had been expecting to see a glimpse of Doyle, perhaps even exchange a word or two, but to see the half-breed pressed against a desk, shirt off and a taller man trying to get into his pants?
"Huh," Oz commented.
The two men sprung apart, the taller straightening his glasses as he turned to face him, skin turning bright red. "H-Hello, welcome to Angel Investigations--"
"You mean to tell me Angel's in control here?" Spike demanded. "The bloody world is coming to an end, isn't it?"
"Possibly," Oz said, voice tainted with pain. He smiled at the tall man. "Hey, Wesley."
"Oz," Wesley said in shock. He glanced at Spike. "Then this must be--"
"Name's Spike, blah, blah, blah," Spike interrupted. Spike pointed at the short man who was putting his shirt back on. "You're Doyle. So now that we've got all of the introductions over and done with, we need your help."
"Well, I suppose you've come to the right place, then," Wesley said uncertainly. He reached over and flipped the desk lamp on. His eyes widened behind his glasses when he turned to look at them. "You're hurt! Let me grab the first aid kit."
Spike, momentarily ignoring Doyle as Wesley rushed out of the room, took Oz's hand and gently led him to the nearest chair. Oz let out a hiss as he sat, looking down at his blood spotted shirt. Spike knelt in front of him and began unbuttoning the stained shirt. "Best get this off, pup."
"Where's your third?" Doyle asked, coming closer as Spike pulled Oz's shirt off. Spike then began to slowly take off his bandages so that they could replace them when Wesley returned. Spike looked up at Doyle momentarily, catching his grim face.
"He isn't here," Spike replied, stiffly. "Xander's gone."
Oz had tilted his head back, resting it against the wall. At the sound of Xander's name, he let out a whimper, sounding more wolf than human. Spike quickly slipped himself in between Oz's thighs, leaning in close to press his nose against Oz's throat. He made a hushing noise, kissing the skin he found there.
"What do you mean, he's gone?" Doyle demanded in a soft, almost fearful voice. "You lost your own seer?"
Spike's body tightened at Doyle's words, but he said nothing in reply, pushing his anger down to deal with after Oz had been fixed. Wesley had returned by now, with Angel hovering behind him. Angel looked like he wanted to ask a million questions, but Spike ignored him as the former Watcher helped him redress Oz's wounds.
He managed to keep quiet for a full twenty minutes, until they were downstairs in Angel's apartment. Spike looked down at the cup of warm blood in his hands, before setting it down on the coffee table, without drinking any. The thought of drinking it only reminded him of his last meal and the explosive taste of Oz's blood going down his throat.
"Spike," Angel said, cutting into Spike's thoughts. Spike looked up to meet Angel's eyes and the older vampire winced slightly. "What happened?"
"I don't know," Spike whispered. "We were in this house that one of Xander's wacky visions had sent us to and this black thing kept attacking him. We were all knocked out and when I woke up, Xander and Oz were gone."
"I didn't wake up until Xander got me to the mansion," Oz offered, "and by then he already had me chained to the wall."
"Xander did this?" Angel asked, shocked.
"Yeah, fed me the pup's blood and everything." Spike replied. "I've never seen Xander act that way before, it was...something Angelus would have adored." Angel got an uncomfortable look on his face, but Spike knew that by saying those words he had emphasized how dangerous this problem could get. "His last words were that he was coming here."
"It's a big city, he could be anywhere," Wesley commented.
"Which is why I came here first," Spike said. "My vision boy is out for the count right about now, but yours isn't."
"That's not something I can simply turn on and off," Doyle pointed out.
"Yeah, but it has that horrible habit of popping in just when you don't want it to," Spike said, thinking of all the times Xander had suffered from a vision in the middle of sex. Spike stood. "Until then, Oz is going to rest, while I go out and search this part of the city for some fresh rumors."
"Spike," Oz said.
Spike walked over and knelt next to his chair. "Not to worry, pup, I'll be safe as houses."
"You better," Oz replied, simply. Spike gave a vague smile and leaned in for a kiss. Oz kissed him back, mouth opening up to taste him. Spike's tongue darted into the cavern of Oz's mouth, a soft moan escaping him, before pulling back.
"Wow," Doyle commented, "Intense."
"Keep an eye on him," Spike ordered with a threatening growl. Wesley blinked in shock at being directly spoken to, but nodded.
"It's times like these that I wish I could growl," Doyle said. "Then I could tell you to back away from my guy and actually sound dangerous."
Spike ignored him and made for the stairs. It was still a few hours from sunrise, though the night already felt like it had extended to a year's length. Gritting his teeth, Spike made he way to the dark streets of L.A., thoughts once again trying to consume him. He rounded the corner and started off at a brisk pace.
It was a few blocks down the road that he spotted the flash of dark hair and pale skin. At first, Spike assumed he was hallucinating, but then the figure turned to look at him and Spike found himself staring at the smirking face of Xander Harris. Before Spike could properly react, Xander had closed the short distance between them and, grabbing Spike's arm, hauled him into the nearest alleyway.
"Well, well, well," Xander purred as he pressed Spike against the brick wall. Spike couldn't speak, the shock and growing dread making him only stare up into Xander's cruel face. "I didn't expect to see you so soon, darling."
Spike sucked in unneeded breath, but remained silent.
"Not much of a chatter box today?" Xander asked, tilting his head. Suddenly, his dark eyes grew soft. "Oh, William, how beautiful you'd be if only you didn't have that foul creature hiding along the curve of your bones. I could make your pure, William. I could make you perfect just as you once were."
"I'm laughing, really," Spike snapped. "I'm hearing this from someone that's acting like a parasite to this body?"
"Still don't understand, do you?" Xander asked, smirking. "The body has nothing to do with it. This body is pure, untainted, and my presence doesn't affect that in any way."
"You fucking bastard," Spike hissed. "I don't think you understand. You're invading someone's body and that right there is impure."
"What makes you think Xander doesn't want me here?" Xander leaned in close, nose lightly brushing Spike's cheek. Spike had to force down the urge to spit in his face. "I feel everything that he feels. I am Xander."
"You're lying," Spike protested, albeit weakly.
"Perhaps," Xander whispered, before kissing him gently on the lips. For a moment, Spike felt as though he were back home, standing in the living room and kissing Xander, while Oz made dry comments about finding a bedroom in the background. Spike wanted to believe that feeling, to fall into it and let Xander do what he wanted with him.
Xander pulled back, mouth curved into a dark grin. Spike watched as Xander turned and walked away, unable to find the strength to chase after him.
The emotions that Spike had managed to push down came rushing forward, a tidal wave of sorrow, rage, and fear. He didn't have Oz there to calm him, to ground him into a purpose. Spike slid down the wall, until he rest, sprawled on the ground. Tears fell from his eyes and Spike quickly wiped them away.
They kept coming, tear after tear, and soon Spike was sobbing from the pain of knowing he might loose Xander forever.