Fic: A Long Forgotten Kiss 2/?
Here's chapter 2. A bit short maybe, but we are moving ahead and chapter 3 is already in the works!
Title: A Long Forgotten Kiss
Author: akinaj
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Rating: NC-17 eventually
Summary: After 50 years, Spike returns to Sunnydale and finds Xander in his parents' house
Warning: possible character deaths in future parts (not the boys though)
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.
A big thank you to adis723 for an as always excellent beta job. Any remaining mistakes are purely my own.
Previous parts here.
A Long Forgotten Kiss
Chapter 2
An hour passed and they were still locked tight together by the strong grip of Xander's arms. The rocking had stopped after about twenty minutes, and Spike's body finally calmed down ten minutes after that. The tuneless humming however, continued, dropping low enough to almost resemble a purr.
Slightly, slowly, softly, Spike felt his body relax into Xander's warmth, and finally the tight hold eased.
Spike extricated his arm from between their bodies and rested his palm against Xander's hair, fingers gently tangling in the unkempt strands.
Xander sighed contentedly and pushed his head back against the touch like a cat begging to be petted. Spike was more than happy to oblige and started to tenderly card and untangle the dark mane. He was surprised at the softness and the ease with which the strands parted underneath his fingertips.
Throughout, Xander's face remained against his shoulder, nuzzling and sniffing occasionally, as if to confirm this wasn't a dream.
Meanwhile, Spike's confusion was growing. The house, although trashed, didn't show any signs of wear or decay; Xander, though wearing only torn rags, was clean and didn't seem to have aged. The only real difference was the length of his hair. Not even his nails resembled claws as Spike had expected.
Everything was mangled and fragmented, but paradoxically clean.
Outside, the sun was setting, and as the last rays disappeared behind the horizon, Xander finally released his hold and looked at Spike.
His eyes showed contentment, but there was no sign of understanding or intellect. For all that Spike knew, Xander might well grasp everything, but he suspected that it was far more likely that Xander's mind was currently on the level of a cat or dog, understanding tone of voice rather than words. He hoped fervently that it was a temporary condition.
Though Xander had finally released him, Spike didn't move away. His hand slid slowly along the lines of Xander's head, coming to rest cupping his cheek.
"My Xander… wish I knew what happened to you," he whispered tenderly. Xander just smiled, basking in the attention.
"Wish even more you would talk to me properly. God, I've missed you so much, luv… You know how much time passed? Over fifty years, Xander, over fifty years since I lost you…"
Xander just nodded, pressing his cheek further against Spike's hand.
Dejectedly, Spike lowered his head, not wanting his lover to see the tears in his eyes.
A hesitant hand rose to mirror Spike's gesture, carefully, lightly touching skin, raising Spike's head again. Xander had an adoring look in his eyes, an unquestioning love for this man he barely recognised.
And when Spike looked into those eyes again, he realized that, though Xander might not understand it, their bond was still there, alive and strong. There was still hope, a chance to regain what had been taken from him all those years ago.
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Continued here.
Title: A Long Forgotten Kiss
Author: akinaj
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Rating: NC-17 eventually
Summary: After 50 years, Spike returns to Sunnydale and finds Xander in his parents' house
Warning: possible character deaths in future parts (not the boys though)
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.
A big thank you to adis723 for an as always excellent beta job. Any remaining mistakes are purely my own.
Previous parts here.
A Long Forgotten Kiss
Chapter 2
An hour passed and they were still locked tight together by the strong grip of Xander's arms. The rocking had stopped after about twenty minutes, and Spike's body finally calmed down ten minutes after that. The tuneless humming however, continued, dropping low enough to almost resemble a purr.
Slightly, slowly, softly, Spike felt his body relax into Xander's warmth, and finally the tight hold eased.
Spike extricated his arm from between their bodies and rested his palm against Xander's hair, fingers gently tangling in the unkempt strands.
Xander sighed contentedly and pushed his head back against the touch like a cat begging to be petted. Spike was more than happy to oblige and started to tenderly card and untangle the dark mane. He was surprised at the softness and the ease with which the strands parted underneath his fingertips.
Throughout, Xander's face remained against his shoulder, nuzzling and sniffing occasionally, as if to confirm this wasn't a dream.
Meanwhile, Spike's confusion was growing. The house, although trashed, didn't show any signs of wear or decay; Xander, though wearing only torn rags, was clean and didn't seem to have aged. The only real difference was the length of his hair. Not even his nails resembled claws as Spike had expected.
Everything was mangled and fragmented, but paradoxically clean.
Outside, the sun was setting, and as the last rays disappeared behind the horizon, Xander finally released his hold and looked at Spike.
His eyes showed contentment, but there was no sign of understanding or intellect. For all that Spike knew, Xander might well grasp everything, but he suspected that it was far more likely that Xander's mind was currently on the level of a cat or dog, understanding tone of voice rather than words. He hoped fervently that it was a temporary condition.
Though Xander had finally released him, Spike didn't move away. His hand slid slowly along the lines of Xander's head, coming to rest cupping his cheek.
"My Xander… wish I knew what happened to you," he whispered tenderly. Xander just smiled, basking in the attention.
"Wish even more you would talk to me properly. God, I've missed you so much, luv… You know how much time passed? Over fifty years, Xander, over fifty years since I lost you…"
Xander just nodded, pressing his cheek further against Spike's hand.
Dejectedly, Spike lowered his head, not wanting his lover to see the tears in his eyes.
A hesitant hand rose to mirror Spike's gesture, carefully, lightly touching skin, raising Spike's head again. Xander had an adoring look in his eyes, an unquestioning love for this man he barely recognised.
And when Spike looked into those eyes again, he realized that, though Xander might not understand it, their bond was still there, alive and strong. There was still hope, a chance to regain what had been taken from him all those years ago.
***********
Continued here.