Magic Moments

(A/N Sorry for the delay on this chapter, guys. But it was all in a good cause. I got to go see James Marsters at a gig in London! Whoooo! He was so good! Ten feet away!!! ~thud~ Anyway, here is the next chapter and there will be another one probably tomorrow. Thanks again for all the wonderful feedback you guys keep leaving me, especially you regulars that nag me to get moving with this!)


Xander stuffed yet another doughnut into his mouth and wondered if his life could get any stranger.

Living on top of a Hellmouth.

Friends with a multitude of people that weren’t quite human, no matter what you tried to tell yourself.

Pregnant.

…with twins.

Currently lusting over vampire-father of said twins.

Hang on. Since when do I lust after Spike?

Since now.

Who asked you?

You did.

Oh. Okaaaay, Mr ‘I know everything’, why am I suddenly wanting to throw my naked self on top of an also naked Spike?

~sigh~ You two really need to get a clue. You want Spike and Spike wants you. You do the math.

Spike doesn’t want me.

So why does he keep looking at you?

Um, because he’s hungry?

As Spike would say, ‘bloody hell’! Look, you’ve lived with him for months now. How could you not have noticed that he wants you?

He doesn’t want me!

Prove it!

Okay, I will! I’ll prove it right now!

Good!

Fine!

Fantastic!

…

Go on, then.

I can’t.

Why?

What if he doesn’t like me? What if he laughs at me?

He does and he won’t. You know him better than that.

Why would he want some pregnant human?

~louder sigh~ Are you deaf? He said he wanted the babies.

I know, I heard. But what if…what if he doesn’t really mean it?

He does mean it. Ever known Spike to say something he doesn’t mean?

No.

There you go, then.

But…

“I’ve got it!” Willow cried.

“What?”

“The delivery spell!”

“We can magic them out?” Xander asked, almost not daring to believe it. “You won’t have to cut me open?”

“Nope, no cutting required.”

“Bleedin’ hell, Red. That’s great! What do we need? Complicated, is it?”

“Not really. Surprisingly simple, actually. I’ll just need a few supplies.” Willow jumped up from her seat and headed to the door. “I won’t be long. Half an hour, maybe. Just stay put. I’ll be right back.”

Spike smiled as Willow bounced out the door. “Knew she’d come up with something.”

“Where the hell did she come up with a delivery spell for a guy? That’s just crazy.”

“It might be crazy, but be bloody glad for it.” Spike bent over and looked at the webpage that was still on the computer screen. “Magical Birth: An Online Resource,” he read aloud. “Bloody hell, you really can find anything on the 'net.”

Xander nodded and stared at a jean-clad backside. The temptation to touch was almost overwhelming.

Spike turned around and Xander’s gaze trailed up to his lips.

Kiss him.

I can’t.

Yes, you can.

I can’t.

Go on. Do it.

No. This isn’t real. It’s the pregnancy thing. It’s messing with my mind.

So, you never wanted to kiss him before?

I didn’t say that.

You admit it, then?

… Maybe.

Come on. You wanted him all last year. He’s all you ever thought about.

Hey, I thought about other things, too!

Like?

Like…I thought about…um….erm…err…

Ha! See?!

Fine. You win. I was obsessed. But it doesn’t mean that he thought about me.

Ask him, then. Or just kiss him and find out.

I guess I could…

Spike stared at the intense expression of concentration on Xander’s face. Fuck, he’s even sexier when he’s thinking. Wonder what that mouth tastes like. He’s just so beautiful…

Both men lunged at the same time and Spike rebounded off Xander’s belly and bounced back across the room.

Xander steadied himself on the desk. Shock sunk in first, then horror, then amusement, then finally the realisation that Spike had wanted to kiss him as much as he had wanted to kiss Spike.

He wants me.

Spike pushed himself up from the floor. He’d had many a wet Xander-dream where he’d ended up on his back, but he’d never imagined that it would have gone quite like that. Differing emotions poured through him and Spike suddenly felt his heart glow with happiness.

He wants me.

Spike smiled and cautiously approached, putting out his hand to rest on Xander’s stomach. “Try that again, shall we?”

Xander smiled back and nodded.

“Didn’t hurt you, did I?” Spike’s hand traced and caressed the curves of Xander’s belly, petting and soothing as if to calm the babies.

“No. I think we’re all okay. I didn’t feel any protest.”

Spike bent over and place two kisses onto the giant bump. He moved his hand up to trace the outline of Xander’s jaw, and stepped slowly closer. Suddenly the moment felt huge, like a lifelong journey finally reaching its pivotal point, as though all decisions and all actions had led them both to this one point in time.

At the first brush of lips, Spike wondered why he’d held back for so long. Surely the risk of rejection was worth the chance to experience this moment of warmth and magic?

Xander jumped slightly and slowly ended the kiss. “I think they’re kicking each other,” he explained with a grin.

“Do you reckon that one will be like me and one will be like you?” Spike asked.

Xander nodded. “Absolutely. I have a feeling that Mini-Spike is gonna come out complete with leather duster and a big bad attitude. Actually, I think it’s him that's kicking.”

“And what’s Mini-Xander gonna come out like?” Spike asked.

“He’ll be permanently hungry and always willing to tell an inappropriate joke during any given apocalypse.”

“Sounds like my type of guy.”

“He’s stopped kicking now,” Xander stated. “So you can kiss me again, if you want.”

“Oh, I want, pet. I definitely want.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Know what else I want?”

“What?” Xander sighed.

“I want you to get off my bleedin’ foot! You weigh half a bloody ton!”


TBC…