Epilogue--The Vampire's Heir
Finally! Last chapter of this weird creation. Hope you all have enjoyed reading it. *warning for some R to NC-17 bits*
Wherein: Xander has returned to the present, Willow and Kennedy have broken up and Giles polishes his glasses a lot.
Epilogue
Xander spent a week flat on his back with Willow tending him like a sick puppy and forcing vile tasting wiccan potions down his throat. Giles, on the other hand, had his little black notebooks out and insisted on transcribing every single moment he could remember from the other world. He’d told Giles as much as he felt like sharing about his and Spike’s experiences, keeping his passion for Lord William hidden away. Giles just “hmmm’d “ and said “Dear Lord” a lot. His glasses got quite the workout and Xander wondered if maybe he ought to suggest getting contacts.
A month passed, then another in the same dull way until the other world seemed to be a mere fantasy of his feverish mind. He scoured Willow’s witchy books for equinoxes and other such occurrences, pacing off the time and hoping that somehow, someway Spike might have survived. But, as more and more time passed, he began to give up hope.
Willow just wanted to eat ice cream and hold his hand while they watched mushy romances. She and Kennedy had broken up yet again, and she was certain that seeing Anya again in the other world was what made him so sad and worried. The day he found himself ensconced on the couch with her watching Pride and Prejudice for the third time, he decided he had to get out of London. Not to mention that Mr. Darcy’s wet shirt and damp breeches were looking a little too good to him.
Giles wasn’t certain that he should be going off so soon alone, “Look G-man, I feel fine. Great even,” he finally said, “We haven’t seen hide-or-hair of Ethan Rayne, the magic hole to Mystery World is gone. I just want to …I don’t know, be by myself for a while.”
“Very well, but at least let us know where you’re going.”
“Bath, I think. There’s a B&B just off Great Pultney Street. I’ve made reservations.”
“Bath? Why ever for?”
“Dunno. I just want to go there. Must be all these schmaltzy romances Willow’s been making me watch.” Giles seemed skeptical, but took the phone number while Xander packed his car.
Willow looked ready to cry. “You’re not gonna do anything stupid are you, Xan, ‘cause I can’t lose you again. We just got you back.”
“I just need to get away for a little bit, Will. My brain is all kinds of mixed-up with the what’s really real parts. It’s like it was a dream, almost-a big scary dream with all kinds of bad…stuff.” Of course, a good many of his dreams involved Lord William and his soldier making hot naked love in all sorts of places. It was enough to make him really, uncomfortable in the pants-region just remembering last nights dream. Maybe he’d meet a pretty lady in Bath who could get his mind off naughty thoughts of other men, especially vampires named Spike. He hugged her tightly and drove away, leaving her forlorn figure waving to him in the distance.
He stopped his car at the top of Beechen Hill and walked through the park to overlook the city. Bath was a pretty town with a river twisting through it. It was as though he knew it very well in one way, but in reality, he had never been here before. “Feel like I’m in the Twilight Zone, man,” he mumbled aloud.
A short walk from his accommodations took him to the shops and little restaurants that lined the centre of town. He stopped in a small chemist’s shop for a toothbrush and found himself frozen in front of the personal lubricant aisle. There on a shelf was a shiny gold box proclaiming itself “Genuine Pharoh’s Oil! Super slick and tingly! In original spice flavour!” He grabbed two boxes and shoved them into his shopping basket before he could chicken out.
He paid and nearly ran from the store, the plastic bag flapping in the damp breeze.
“It’s just a co-incidence! I’ve always liked the ladies…even though my luck hasn’t been the best..”
A burst of male laughter and a “Oi! Watch where you’re going mate!” across the street made him stare hopefully, but it was only a red-haired guy in flannels.
“Nope. Doesn’t do a thing for me.” He stared at the guy who stared back, “Not my type of guy.” He thought. “Wait! I have a type? Oh god, I am gay!” He flapped his arms and took off at a near run leaving the laughing red-head far behind.
He wandered down the streets, dodging buses and bumping into Jane Austen-mad tourists rudely until he found himself in a strangely familiar street. A warm Bath stone building, run-down but still lovely with classical columns and a white Historical Renovations Coming Soon! sign pasted to the door. The carved stone lintel proclaimed it to be: The Temple of Aesculapius.
He shoved open the door and peered apprehensively inside, “Hello?” Well, don’t I sound just like every dumbass in every horror movie ever made. Put a big red bow on me and call me lunch.
The structure was long-abandoned, with empty niches showing gaps where statuary once rested. Along the walls ran tiled mosaics of ancient gods and goddess sporting in wild abandon. One in particular caught his eye. “Apollo.” He whispered, “I know this place.”
In the dust of the floor, footprints led toward a gaping doorway. He could hear music somewhere below and the sulfur scent of the Roman baths. “No stake, no cross-bow. All I’ve got is this big bag of sex-me-up.” He muttered, stepping through the dark doorway and easing his way down a flight of steps. “I just know there’s something with tentacles and great big teeth…”
Flickering candles inside Moroccan lamps lit the cavern, making the mosaics seem alive. A tentacled beast and a beautiful blond boy, lusty gods and men sporting in erotic abandon decorated the walls above the steaming pools. He sucked in a breath and dropped his plastic bag at the water’s edge. The golden boxes and toothbrush rolled out with a loud clatter.
The waterfall splashed and somewhere in the darkness, something moved closer to him. He froze in fear and hope, as the figure came closer through the misty atmosphere.
“Spike? He choked out, “Spike? Is that you?”
“In the too, too solid flesh.” He submerged, then surfaced again much closer, his silvery hair slicked back against his skull, waist-deep in the bubbling water. “You gettin’ in or are you planning on standin’ there all day?”
Xander was flabbergasted as Spike walked slowly toward him through the clouds of steamy water. “Spike?” he repeated again.
Spike raised an impudent eyebrow, “Already established that. Now are you gettin’ in or do I have to strip you naked right there?”
“Uh…uh..” he repeated stupidly, watching Spike’s grin grow wider. Xander fumbled with his shirt and then managed to tangle his feet in his jeans and shoes before he finally managed to get undressed and lurch into the pool.
“Now that’s more like it.” Spike said, leading him over to a submerged seat in the centre of the water, “Give us a kiss and tell me what you’ve been doing while I’ve been waiting for you all this time.”
Xander’s mouth hung open for a minute, allowing his companion to press his lips there and plunder his mouth ruthlessly. “S..Spike…bu..but..”
“Enough chit chat. Here we are, all warm and naked and all you want to do is say Spike, Spike. I ‘d rather hear you say my name with a little more enthusiasm than that!” He wrapped a leg around Xander and pressed his erection against the other man’s, “Let’s see if we can’t make that happen?”
Candles flickered and went out before their discussion ended but pleasures were many and well spent. They lay together wrapped in warm towels on the edge of the pool, talking in low voices and laughing a little.
“And so, after we managed to dispose of that rat-bastard Angelus, the far-more-pleasant Giles found a side-ways slipstream and sent me the long-ways home. I was a little bit afraid of ending up in a stink-beetle world---but here we are, all nice and cozy.” He raked his teeth along Xander’s throat, “Missed you,”
Xander batted his long lashes and gave him a flirtatious grin, “Missed you more.”
“Do you wish we were still there? I ain’t a wealthy lord here.”
Xander rolled onto his back, pulling Spike over with him, “Like you any way I can have you.”
Spike grinned and shimmied his hips, “Any way, is it? ‘Cause I can think of a few we haven’t tried yet.”
Xander answered him seriously for once, “Any way, Spike. I want to be yours.”
In answer, with a sweet smile, Spike tenderly kissed his lover. “My dear. My very dear.”
After a breath, Xander put on a silly English accent and said, “Shall we fly to the continent, milord? You’ve promised to show me Venice. I think I’d rather like being made love to on a balcony over the canals by a mysterious masked vamp. Me in a long silky robe and nothing else.”
“Ooh, my little exhibitionist! You are a naughty boy.” He grinned, sliding his fingers into all Xander’s favorite places. “Any other little stories you’d like to tell?”
“Well, there is the one about the Dread Pirate Harris and the captive prince, Spikeula.”
“Hmm, and the poor prince must learn to serve his pirate lord well in every way, no doubt?”
Xander rolled up on one elbow and grinned, “The noble prince will need to learn his lesson below-decks or else!”
“Below-decks, eh? Spike’s head disappeared beneath the warm towel, “This far below?” he licked a path from Xander’s navel to his backside, “Or maybe the Dread Pirate would prefer his deck swabbed like so…” Xander yelped as cool lips wrapped themselves around his aching cock while invisible fingers went walking his plank.
Xander’s mind went blank until he noticed nothing else was happening, “Uh, uh. Spike?”
“You didn’t finish the story,” he said peeevishly, resting his head on Xander’s belly.
Xander grunted again, trying to find his place, “Uh…and then they bought a hammock for two and lived happily ever after?”
Spike laughed with joy and slithered up to kiss his dear companion. “You have to promise to tell me a new story every night like Scheherazade.”
“Uh, okay. But I might run out of ideas.”
“Oh, I have lots of ideas.” He grinned, “Now pass me over that box you dropped. I’m gettin’ an idea right now.”
Xander smirked and started talking while Spike opened the little jar.
“Or maybe being ravished by a handsome Italian Stallion (named Alexander) in a gondola would be more to your liking?”
“ You’d like that, would you? I should pull that wicked tongue from your mouth, Harris.”
“But you won’t.”
“I might.” he grinned, “Unless you put it to better use!”
Xander kissed him ravenously, running his hands along his smooth, white backside, pinching and scratching just the way he knew Spike liked it.
“Hmmm, Venice it is, then, my insatiable soldier. I think maybe I’ll have you over the balcony first, then we’ll try the gondola.”
The End
Previous chapters may be found: Spander
Wherein: Xander has returned to the present, Willow and Kennedy have broken up and Giles polishes his glasses a lot.
Epilogue
Xander spent a week flat on his back with Willow tending him like a sick puppy and forcing vile tasting wiccan potions down his throat. Giles, on the other hand, had his little black notebooks out and insisted on transcribing every single moment he could remember from the other world. He’d told Giles as much as he felt like sharing about his and Spike’s experiences, keeping his passion for Lord William hidden away. Giles just “hmmm’d “ and said “Dear Lord” a lot. His glasses got quite the workout and Xander wondered if maybe he ought to suggest getting contacts.
A month passed, then another in the same dull way until the other world seemed to be a mere fantasy of his feverish mind. He scoured Willow’s witchy books for equinoxes and other such occurrences, pacing off the time and hoping that somehow, someway Spike might have survived. But, as more and more time passed, he began to give up hope.
Willow just wanted to eat ice cream and hold his hand while they watched mushy romances. She and Kennedy had broken up yet again, and she was certain that seeing Anya again in the other world was what made him so sad and worried. The day he found himself ensconced on the couch with her watching Pride and Prejudice for the third time, he decided he had to get out of London. Not to mention that Mr. Darcy’s wet shirt and damp breeches were looking a little too good to him.
Giles wasn’t certain that he should be going off so soon alone, “Look G-man, I feel fine. Great even,” he finally said, “We haven’t seen hide-or-hair of Ethan Rayne, the magic hole to Mystery World is gone. I just want to …I don’t know, be by myself for a while.”
“Very well, but at least let us know where you’re going.”
“Bath, I think. There’s a B&B just off Great Pultney Street. I’ve made reservations.”
“Bath? Why ever for?”
“Dunno. I just want to go there. Must be all these schmaltzy romances Willow’s been making me watch.” Giles seemed skeptical, but took the phone number while Xander packed his car.
Willow looked ready to cry. “You’re not gonna do anything stupid are you, Xan, ‘cause I can’t lose you again. We just got you back.”
“I just need to get away for a little bit, Will. My brain is all kinds of mixed-up with the what’s really real parts. It’s like it was a dream, almost-a big scary dream with all kinds of bad…stuff.” Of course, a good many of his dreams involved Lord William and his soldier making hot naked love in all sorts of places. It was enough to make him really, uncomfortable in the pants-region just remembering last nights dream. Maybe he’d meet a pretty lady in Bath who could get his mind off naughty thoughts of other men, especially vampires named Spike. He hugged her tightly and drove away, leaving her forlorn figure waving to him in the distance.
He stopped his car at the top of Beechen Hill and walked through the park to overlook the city. Bath was a pretty town with a river twisting through it. It was as though he knew it very well in one way, but in reality, he had never been here before. “Feel like I’m in the Twilight Zone, man,” he mumbled aloud.
A short walk from his accommodations took him to the shops and little restaurants that lined the centre of town. He stopped in a small chemist’s shop for a toothbrush and found himself frozen in front of the personal lubricant aisle. There on a shelf was a shiny gold box proclaiming itself “Genuine Pharoh’s Oil! Super slick and tingly! In original spice flavour!” He grabbed two boxes and shoved them into his shopping basket before he could chicken out.
He paid and nearly ran from the store, the plastic bag flapping in the damp breeze.
“It’s just a co-incidence! I’ve always liked the ladies…even though my luck hasn’t been the best..”
A burst of male laughter and a “Oi! Watch where you’re going mate!” across the street made him stare hopefully, but it was only a red-haired guy in flannels.
“Nope. Doesn’t do a thing for me.” He stared at the guy who stared back, “Not my type of guy.” He thought. “Wait! I have a type? Oh god, I am gay!” He flapped his arms and took off at a near run leaving the laughing red-head far behind.
He wandered down the streets, dodging buses and bumping into Jane Austen-mad tourists rudely until he found himself in a strangely familiar street. A warm Bath stone building, run-down but still lovely with classical columns and a white Historical Renovations Coming Soon! sign pasted to the door. The carved stone lintel proclaimed it to be: The Temple of Aesculapius.
He shoved open the door and peered apprehensively inside, “Hello?” Well, don’t I sound just like every dumbass in every horror movie ever made. Put a big red bow on me and call me lunch.
The structure was long-abandoned, with empty niches showing gaps where statuary once rested. Along the walls ran tiled mosaics of ancient gods and goddess sporting in wild abandon. One in particular caught his eye. “Apollo.” He whispered, “I know this place.”
In the dust of the floor, footprints led toward a gaping doorway. He could hear music somewhere below and the sulfur scent of the Roman baths. “No stake, no cross-bow. All I’ve got is this big bag of sex-me-up.” He muttered, stepping through the dark doorway and easing his way down a flight of steps. “I just know there’s something with tentacles and great big teeth…”
Flickering candles inside Moroccan lamps lit the cavern, making the mosaics seem alive. A tentacled beast and a beautiful blond boy, lusty gods and men sporting in erotic abandon decorated the walls above the steaming pools. He sucked in a breath and dropped his plastic bag at the water’s edge. The golden boxes and toothbrush rolled out with a loud clatter.
The waterfall splashed and somewhere in the darkness, something moved closer to him. He froze in fear and hope, as the figure came closer through the misty atmosphere.
“Spike? He choked out, “Spike? Is that you?”
“In the too, too solid flesh.” He submerged, then surfaced again much closer, his silvery hair slicked back against his skull, waist-deep in the bubbling water. “You gettin’ in or are you planning on standin’ there all day?”
Xander was flabbergasted as Spike walked slowly toward him through the clouds of steamy water. “Spike?” he repeated again.
Spike raised an impudent eyebrow, “Already established that. Now are you gettin’ in or do I have to strip you naked right there?”
“Uh…uh..” he repeated stupidly, watching Spike’s grin grow wider. Xander fumbled with his shirt and then managed to tangle his feet in his jeans and shoes before he finally managed to get undressed and lurch into the pool.
“Now that’s more like it.” Spike said, leading him over to a submerged seat in the centre of the water, “Give us a kiss and tell me what you’ve been doing while I’ve been waiting for you all this time.”
Xander’s mouth hung open for a minute, allowing his companion to press his lips there and plunder his mouth ruthlessly. “S..Spike…bu..but..”
“Enough chit chat. Here we are, all warm and naked and all you want to do is say Spike, Spike. I ‘d rather hear you say my name with a little more enthusiasm than that!” He wrapped a leg around Xander and pressed his erection against the other man’s, “Let’s see if we can’t make that happen?”
Candles flickered and went out before their discussion ended but pleasures were many and well spent. They lay together wrapped in warm towels on the edge of the pool, talking in low voices and laughing a little.
“And so, after we managed to dispose of that rat-bastard Angelus, the far-more-pleasant Giles found a side-ways slipstream and sent me the long-ways home. I was a little bit afraid of ending up in a stink-beetle world---but here we are, all nice and cozy.” He raked his teeth along Xander’s throat, “Missed you,”
Xander batted his long lashes and gave him a flirtatious grin, “Missed you more.”
“Do you wish we were still there? I ain’t a wealthy lord here.”
Xander rolled onto his back, pulling Spike over with him, “Like you any way I can have you.”
Spike grinned and shimmied his hips, “Any way, is it? ‘Cause I can think of a few we haven’t tried yet.”
Xander answered him seriously for once, “Any way, Spike. I want to be yours.”
In answer, with a sweet smile, Spike tenderly kissed his lover. “My dear. My very dear.”
After a breath, Xander put on a silly English accent and said, “Shall we fly to the continent, milord? You’ve promised to show me Venice. I think I’d rather like being made love to on a balcony over the canals by a mysterious masked vamp. Me in a long silky robe and nothing else.”
“Ooh, my little exhibitionist! You are a naughty boy.” He grinned, sliding his fingers into all Xander’s favorite places. “Any other little stories you’d like to tell?”
“Well, there is the one about the Dread Pirate Harris and the captive prince, Spikeula.”
“Hmm, and the poor prince must learn to serve his pirate lord well in every way, no doubt?”
Xander rolled up on one elbow and grinned, “The noble prince will need to learn his lesson below-decks or else!”
“Below-decks, eh? Spike’s head disappeared beneath the warm towel, “This far below?” he licked a path from Xander’s navel to his backside, “Or maybe the Dread Pirate would prefer his deck swabbed like so…” Xander yelped as cool lips wrapped themselves around his aching cock while invisible fingers went walking his plank.
Xander’s mind went blank until he noticed nothing else was happening, “Uh, uh. Spike?”
“You didn’t finish the story,” he said peeevishly, resting his head on Xander’s belly.
Xander grunted again, trying to find his place, “Uh…and then they bought a hammock for two and lived happily ever after?”
Spike laughed with joy and slithered up to kiss his dear companion. “You have to promise to tell me a new story every night like Scheherazade.”
“Uh, okay. But I might run out of ideas.”
“Oh, I have lots of ideas.” He grinned, “Now pass me over that box you dropped. I’m gettin’ an idea right now.”
Xander smirked and started talking while Spike opened the little jar.
“Or maybe being ravished by a handsome Italian Stallion (named Alexander) in a gondola would be more to your liking?”
“ You’d like that, would you? I should pull that wicked tongue from your mouth, Harris.”
“But you won’t.”
“I might.” he grinned, “Unless you put it to better use!”
Xander kissed him ravenously, running his hands along his smooth, white backside, pinching and scratching just the way he knew Spike liked it.
“Hmmm, Venice it is, then, my insatiable soldier. I think maybe I’ll have you over the balcony first, then we’ll try the gondola.”
The End
Previous chapters may be found: Spander