The End of The Beginning XII
Title: The End Of The Beginning
Part: XII
Title: Pirouettes
Pairing: Xander/Spike (eventually)
Overall Rating: NC17
Chapter Rating: PG13
Beta: The fantastic shakatany
Disclaimer: Not mine, no money.
AN: Since I'm back at work you guys will probably have to wait more than a day between chapters, though knowing my muse not too much longer.
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Xander kicked at a crumbling gravestone, muttering to himself and trying to keep his thoughts on track. He'd managed just fine for over six months but one comment from a certain annoying bleach blond had him remembering just how long it'd been since he'd felt anything but his own skin. Pulling a face he realized it'd been an embarrassingly long time since he'd felt even that much. Running a hand through his hair the brunet once again tried to focus on the fledge who was currently doing the worst attempt at stalking him he'd ever seen in his life.
Desperate to go home and wallow in the pathetic-ness that was his previous lack of interest in his sex life, he made a frustrated noise, stopping when he realized the vampire had lost him again. Slipping the stake out of his pocket, he waited until he heard its footsteps behind him, then simply pivoted, jumping forward the necessary distance and plunged his stake through the exposed chest cavity.
"Oi! What'd you do that for?" a familiar voice demanded from the shadows and once again Xander was reminded that Spike was a Master Vampire; he hadn't even heard the blond.
"Spike, it's late, I'm tired, I don't want to play footsie with a vampire who couldn't stalk a puppy - and let me just say that the idea of a vampire stalking a puppy is just wrong." Even as he said the words he was turning towards home.
He blamed a lack of sleep and his current distracting thoughts when he landed on his ass on the slightly damp grass. Looking up at a manic vampire he tried to puzzle out just how he'd ended up on the ground, coming up with one irritating conclusion.
"You're getting lazy, whelp, need training up," the blond said with no small amount of glee.
"We can play the knock-Xander-on-his-ass-game another time blondie, I'm going home." Xander was sure he'd gotten up, but before his feet could do more than brush the ground he was once again on his ass.
"Spike, quit it," he demanded through clenched teeth.
"If that fledge hadn't been so bloody clueless you would have found yourself with a snapped neck the way you launched yourself at 'im," the vampire said with a smug look.
It only took him a moment to realize that Spike was entirely serious. They'd only trained a few times, Spike's chip making it a painful experience for both of them, but Xander recognized the look of single-minded determination. Getting to his feet he rolled his shoulders, wincing slightly at the familiar tug on too tight muscles and rolling his eyes to signal his acquiesce.
Fighting with Spike had always been a cross between tightrope-walking and dancing. The vampire moved with a grace Xander could never hope to mimic and he felt distinctly like an elephant trying to do ballet. And apparently Xander Jr didn't mind the idea of Spike in ballet tights quite as much as his logical brain did. He was so distracted by his body's reaction to a scantily clad Spike that instead of ducking or weaving he stood stock still, and got a boot in the chest for it.
Flying backwards with a whoop of air he landed in an undignified heap. Letting his muscles scream at him for a moment, he eventually crawled gingerly to his feet, his breathing slightly laboured. Leaning against a headstone for a moment Xander realised that the blond vampire was simply standing there, a look of complete shock on his face.
"Hey bleach boy, you ok?" he asked, wincing slightly when the question required him to take another breath.
Getting no answer he limp-walked to stand beside the vampire-shaped statue, "Spike?"
"Did that hurt?" The question was so far left field it took him a moment.
"No, getting kicked in the chest and flown across a graveyard tickles." Obviously he wasn't getting the point here because the blond still looked… shocked was a mild word for it.
"Xander, did I hurt you?" Spike asked and suddenly he got it.
This time the shock in those blue eyes was mirrored in his own. Opening his mouth to say something - though he wasn't sure what - he was saved from trying to come up with anything by a fist in his side. Again the air in his lungs left him with painful suddenness and he stumbled back. Straightening up he came face-to-face with a wildly grinning vampire.
It took everything he had not to follow his instincts and head for the hills. Instead he fell into a slight crouch, this time ready for the booted foot that was aimed at his leg. Twisting away he brought his arm around in a punch that landed against the vampire's unprotected side - or would have if his target wasn't suddenly a foot to the left. Giving up ground to try and compensate for the swing he didn't realise Spike was steadily moving him backwards until he felt the cold press of immovable stone at his back. Attempting to slide sideways and back onto open ground he yelped when he suddenly had a face full of smirking vampire.
Panting, he drew his knee up in a last ditch effort and suddenly found another’s knee pressed firmly against his own crotch, a slim body sliding between his legs. Giving an undignified squeak, he rose up on his toes to avoid crushing anything valuable. Watching the blond carefully, he squeaked when a ridged face lowered towards his neck and… sniffed.
"You know I always wondered if you'd taste like chocolate." The voice was slightly deeper than he was used to - a growl barely below the surface.
He opened his mouth to respond, once again not sure what he was going to say even as he did it but his breath caught when the knee between his legs shifted slightly and suddenly it wasn't uncomfortable in the least. He watched as that blond head came up and yellow eyes watched him, narrowing to slits, right before the leg shifted again and Xander realised that he wasn't on his toes anymore, in fact he was rolling his hips down in time to the movement.
Xander had prepared for just about every reaction possible when Spike found out the chip was truly deactivated - from ending up as a bloody mess on the floor to the blond running around in a tutu pronouncing he was a real boy. Everything but the cool and talented tongue currently dancing with his and making him squirm into a body cool as the surrounding night that suddenly felt just right.
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