A Long Forgotten Kiss 23/23
No this is not the end... yet. A short epilogue will be posted tomorrow. So don't cry yet, ok? ;-)
Title: A Long Forgotten Kiss
Author: akinaj
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Rating: 18+
Category: Future fic, angst, h/c, established relationship, first time, romance
Summary: After 50 years, Spike returns to Sunnydale and finds Xander in his parents' house
Spoilers: Future fic, set after an alternate S7
Warning: character deaths mentioned, but not the boys (this is set more than 50 years in the future, so it's kinda hard to avoid)
Feedback: Makes me write more and faster!
Concrit: by email, please
Feedback address: writan_bur @ livejournal.com
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be. No harm, no foul, no money made.
Author's Note: This started as a ficlet written for kyrieane's Five Senses Challenge. After I wrote it, there were more questions open than answered, so I set out to discover what happened.
Beta'd by my Ev0l Twin, thanks love!
Previous parts here.
Summary
After more than 50 years, Spike has followed a hint that leads him to Xander's parents' house in sunnydale, where he finds his lover and bond-mate in a dishevelled but unharmed and unchanged state. The house is slowly being reconquered by nature, but there is no decay, only destruction by animals and natural forces.
Xander barely recognises Spike and seems to have lost coherent thought and the ability of speech, but manages to remember Spike's name somehow.
Scared and unsure what to do, Spike calls up Dawn and Willow, now co-heading the Watchers' Council, and they arrive and investigate the house, casting a spell to detect magic. They brought an important object along, and while they prepare for the spell, Spike tells Xander the story of their love and how they bonded in a ritual attended by all their friends.
After the spell has been cast, Dawn and Willow investigate the house again, and make a few interesting discoveries.
Chapter 23
They had cleared the living room of all furniture and rubbish, moving the Nest into the very centre of the room. They'd brushed the room with ash twigs, then used oils from protective herbs to draw a circle around the nest. Finally, they'd burned cedar chips to clean the air of bad influences.
There was an awkward moment as Dawn handed Spike a small bottle that looked like it once held nail polish, and was now filled with a neon orange liquid.
"This is what you need to draw the new runes with," she explained. "Willow and I will close the ward, once you and Xander are inside. You may want to remove your clothes first though. Once the ward is activated, you need to act quickly."
"Right then," Spike said, stepping into the living room where Xander was already waiting for him.
After some hesitation from Xander, and some fumbling with the blankets and Spike's duster to screen them from view, they finally chucked their clothes onto the floor, and Spike hollered "Alright Bit, get it up, we're ready!"
The air hummed for a brief moment, and then an opaque barrier suddenly encircled the room, rising and curving until it formed a gleaming dome around them.
Spike had been around for a long time, but the gentle protective power that suddenly rushed through him was stronger than anything he'd ever felt.
In his arms, Xander started to hum quietly, his hands starting to draw lazy circles on Spike's back. It was enough to drag Spike out of his thoughts.
Shaking his head, he pulled back slightly to look at his lover.
The light from the barrier was soft but it highlighted every single muscle on his lover's body, making him crave it more. But first, there was the spell.
Reluctantly, Spike sat up and reached for the little flask.
As he shook it, Xander observed him with calm eyes. It wasn't trust that Spike saw in them. No, Xander's eyes showed utter conviction that this was right. When Spike screwed off the top, gently brushing off excess fluid on the brim, Xander smiled and leaned back.
Drawing the new runes wasn't much trouble, and immediately when Spike finished the last stroke of the brush, the liquid turned a brilliant sunflower-yellow. Impulsively, Spike leaned forward to brush a gentle kiss over the new design. He did not notice the sudden flare of warmth that seemed to answer his touch.
The resulting deep moan from Xander was too much to resist, and throwing all caution away, Spike straddled his lover and drew him into a heated kiss, careless of the two women outside the barrier, not bothered by what the spell might do.
Now was all about them, and reaffirming their love. Their tongues still tangling, Spike rummaged through the folds of his duster for lube, and then squeezed the tube empty over Xander's hard cock. There was no time for finesse, just passion and hunger and pure, unadulterated need to be as close as imaginable.
A stroke to Xander's cock to spread the lube, a quick swipe of the lube stuck to his fingers along his own crack, and Spike settled himself above his lover, slowly pushing down, down, down.
The gentle burn of long forgotten muscles was nothing compared to the sheer relief he felt at being finally reunited with his lover.
For a moment, they remained unmoving, caught up in this moment of rediscovery.
Then Xander whimpered deep in his throat, his hands on Spike's hips pulling them yet closer together as his lips tried to devour his lover.
Rocking against each other, they tried to crawl closer together, hands scrabbling for more skin, scratching and clawing. Their lips lost contact as they roamed further, sucking on any inch of skin within reach, dragging the blood to the surface.
Then Xander howled, back arched in a mix of utter pleasure and pain, as the runes flared briefly to life.
Pressed against his lover, Spike felt heat burn his chest, a touch so hot that he'd have sworn it would dust him, if he had remained conscious.
But as soon as the flare died, both men dropped unconscious onto the nest.
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To be continued...
Title: A Long Forgotten Kiss
Author: akinaj
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Rating: 18+
Category: Future fic, angst, h/c, established relationship, first time, romance
Summary: After 50 years, Spike returns to Sunnydale and finds Xander in his parents' house
Spoilers: Future fic, set after an alternate S7
Warning: character deaths mentioned, but not the boys (this is set more than 50 years in the future, so it's kinda hard to avoid)
Feedback: Makes me write more and faster!
Concrit: by email, please
Feedback address: writan_bur @ livejournal.com
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be. No harm, no foul, no money made.
Author's Note: This started as a ficlet written for kyrieane's Five Senses Challenge. After I wrote it, there were more questions open than answered, so I set out to discover what happened.
Beta'd by my Ev0l Twin, thanks love!
Previous parts here.
Summary
After more than 50 years, Spike has followed a hint that leads him to Xander's parents' house in sunnydale, where he finds his lover and bond-mate in a dishevelled but unharmed and unchanged state. The house is slowly being reconquered by nature, but there is no decay, only destruction by animals and natural forces.
Xander barely recognises Spike and seems to have lost coherent thought and the ability of speech, but manages to remember Spike's name somehow.
Scared and unsure what to do, Spike calls up Dawn and Willow, now co-heading the Watchers' Council, and they arrive and investigate the house, casting a spell to detect magic. They brought an important object along, and while they prepare for the spell, Spike tells Xander the story of their love and how they bonded in a ritual attended by all their friends.
After the spell has been cast, Dawn and Willow investigate the house again, and make a few interesting discoveries.
Chapter 23
They had cleared the living room of all furniture and rubbish, moving the Nest into the very centre of the room. They'd brushed the room with ash twigs, then used oils from protective herbs to draw a circle around the nest. Finally, they'd burned cedar chips to clean the air of bad influences.
There was an awkward moment as Dawn handed Spike a small bottle that looked like it once held nail polish, and was now filled with a neon orange liquid.
"This is what you need to draw the new runes with," she explained. "Willow and I will close the ward, once you and Xander are inside. You may want to remove your clothes first though. Once the ward is activated, you need to act quickly."
"Right then," Spike said, stepping into the living room where Xander was already waiting for him.
After some hesitation from Xander, and some fumbling with the blankets and Spike's duster to screen them from view, they finally chucked their clothes onto the floor, and Spike hollered "Alright Bit, get it up, we're ready!"
The air hummed for a brief moment, and then an opaque barrier suddenly encircled the room, rising and curving until it formed a gleaming dome around them.
Spike had been around for a long time, but the gentle protective power that suddenly rushed through him was stronger than anything he'd ever felt.
In his arms, Xander started to hum quietly, his hands starting to draw lazy circles on Spike's back. It was enough to drag Spike out of his thoughts.
Shaking his head, he pulled back slightly to look at his lover.
The light from the barrier was soft but it highlighted every single muscle on his lover's body, making him crave it more. But first, there was the spell.
Reluctantly, Spike sat up and reached for the little flask.
As he shook it, Xander observed him with calm eyes. It wasn't trust that Spike saw in them. No, Xander's eyes showed utter conviction that this was right. When Spike screwed off the top, gently brushing off excess fluid on the brim, Xander smiled and leaned back.
Drawing the new runes wasn't much trouble, and immediately when Spike finished the last stroke of the brush, the liquid turned a brilliant sunflower-yellow. Impulsively, Spike leaned forward to brush a gentle kiss over the new design. He did not notice the sudden flare of warmth that seemed to answer his touch.
The resulting deep moan from Xander was too much to resist, and throwing all caution away, Spike straddled his lover and drew him into a heated kiss, careless of the two women outside the barrier, not bothered by what the spell might do.
Now was all about them, and reaffirming their love. Their tongues still tangling, Spike rummaged through the folds of his duster for lube, and then squeezed the tube empty over Xander's hard cock. There was no time for finesse, just passion and hunger and pure, unadulterated need to be as close as imaginable.
A stroke to Xander's cock to spread the lube, a quick swipe of the lube stuck to his fingers along his own crack, and Spike settled himself above his lover, slowly pushing down, down, down.
The gentle burn of long forgotten muscles was nothing compared to the sheer relief he felt at being finally reunited with his lover.
For a moment, they remained unmoving, caught up in this moment of rediscovery.
Then Xander whimpered deep in his throat, his hands on Spike's hips pulling them yet closer together as his lips tried to devour his lover.
Rocking against each other, they tried to crawl closer together, hands scrabbling for more skin, scratching and clawing. Their lips lost contact as they roamed further, sucking on any inch of skin within reach, dragging the blood to the surface.
Then Xander howled, back arched in a mix of utter pleasure and pain, as the runes flared briefly to life.
Pressed against his lover, Spike felt heat burn his chest, a touch so hot that he'd have sworn it would dust him, if he had remained conscious.
But as soon as the flare died, both men dropped unconscious onto the nest.
*** *** *** *** ***
To be continued...