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End of Days	By : Margie Category: AtS/BtVS Crossovers > Slash - Male/Male > Spike(William)/Xander > Spike(William)/Xander Views: 1661 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"Xander." The name left Spike's lips in a whisper.

"Spike?" Xander was so thrown by the sight of him that at first he failed to notice Spike's use of his actual name. "What - ?"

"Are you going to invite me in, Xan?"

"Are you evil?"

Grinning Spike answered, "'Course, luv."

Xander stared for a long minute before he eventually relented and stepped aside. "Come in, Spike."

The hotel room was a mess, papers strewn everywhere, clothes piled on the floor in random heaps. "Been here long, Xan?" He asked while Xander shoved a pile of papers off the edge of the bed and sat.

"What's going on, Spike?" Xander didn't want to waste time. He knew there must be a reason for Spike's appearance, and although Andrew had warned them all about Spike's return, Xander really hadn't thought to ever see the vampire again. "And why the Hell do you keep calling me by my actual name? Am I dying or something? Some prophecy naming me as the big sacrifice? What?"

"No, luv. I - "

"Quit calling me 'luv'!"

"Sorry, Xan, I - "

"And quit calling me by my name! You're creeping me out fangless!"

"Fuck! What the Hell do you want me to call you, eh? Donut boy? Moron? Whelp? Idiot?" Spike paced in front of Xander, agitated hand threading through his own hair. "Didn't come here for that! Wanted to talk, to ask if - Fuck! Knew this was a mistake." He spun and headed for the door, hand closing on the knob he turned, game face to the fore. "And don't forget, Xander, I'm not fangless anymore."

Then he slammed out the door.

For a moment, Xander just sat there blinking slowly. What the Hell was going on? What was Spike doing here? And what was that look he'd in in the vampire's eyes just before he'd stomped out of the room? It couldn't have been pain...hurt, could it?

He stood, making his way to the door and poking his head out into the hallway. When he saw Spike there, waiting for the elevator his back rigid and straight, Xander stepped out into the corridor.

"Spike, wait." He called, making his way down the hall.

Spike didn't acknowledge his presence, or his request. He just pushed at the down button again and waited.

"Look," Xander put a hand on Spike's arm trying to turn him, "I'm sorry. I - you just surprised me. Didn't expect to see you. Hell, we all thought you were dust until a few weeks ago."

When Spike turned back to him, Xander was relieved to see the hurt had left those hauntingly blue eyes. "Come back to the room with me?"

Spike nodded, following silently.

This time Spike took a seat on one of the chairs by the small desk, turning it so that he could face Xander who again sat on the edge of the bed. They sat in silence for a few beats before Spike finally spoke, staring at the floor before his feet rather than look Xander in the face.

"Disappointed then, were you?"

"Huh?"

"When you found out." Spike turned his head, staring at the wall now, instead of Xander. "That I was back."

Xander stared at the vampire. His jaw was clenched and he could tell Spike was trying hard not to let Xander know what asking that question cost him. "No."

Nodding, Spike kept his gaze on the wall. "Right."

More silence, then Spike cleared his throat. "Yeah, so, guess you're wonderin' what I'm doing here?"

Xander waited.

"It's just that there's this apocalypse..."

"Yeah?" Xander prompted because it didn't seem as if Spike were going to continue. "Do you need my help?"

"No, 's just it's gonna be pretty bad. Peaches isn't sure that any of us will still be standing, you know?"

"But you don't need my help?"

"Don't want you anywhere near the battle, luv." Spike whispered.

Xander sat in confused silence.

"Peaches sort of warned us to get our business done, you know, in case...well in case there's no coming back from this one." Spike shrugged. "So, that's why I'm here."

"Huh?" To Xander that didn't explain much of anything. "What does that have to do with me?"

"You, Xander." Spike repeated slowly, finally looking up into Xander's bewildered expression. "You're my business."

***

Lorne belted out the last few notes, feeling immensely relieved. He felt as if the weight he'd been carrying around for so long had finally been lifted and he at least could hold his head up again.

Stepping down off the stage he made his way to the bar. Before he could order a drink, a strong hand encircled his wrist. Turning he was greeted by a handsome young stranger.

"Why hello there, honey." Lorne flirted without even thinking about it.

"Hey." The man's voice was low and husky. It sent shivers up and down Lorne's spine. "You've got a great voice."

"So do you, sweetie." Lorne answered, flashing the other man a grin.

"Can I buy you a drink?"

"Sure, hon." They ordered, the other man taking the stool next Lorne's. "What's your name?"

"Christian." The man gave Lorne a slow sexy smile. "And yours?"

"Lorne." The demon returned the smile. He found himself leaning forward, practically breathing on Christian's lips. "Thanks for the...drink...Christian." And then he was kissing him.

Lorne loved to kiss. The whole act was an art he'd practiced fluently throughout his life. e. And knowing what was coming tomorrow, what might possibly happen, he figured he could at least spend the last few hours in pleasurable company.

Their drinks arrived and they pulled apart. Lorne gulped his down in one long swallow before slamming his glass back onto the bar and standing. "What say you and I boogie on out of here, huh, Christian?"

When that sexy smile returned and Christian stood to follow, Lorne found himself imagining the possibilities. For one brief moment he thought of perhaps asking Chris to to sing a line or two, just to be safe, but then he shrugged it off.

Who needed to worry about safe sex when they were all probably going to be dead tomorrow?

***

Gunn turned in his seat staring slack jawed at the vision before him. Fred. In his office, smiling sweetly.

"Fred?"

"Yes, Charles?"

His expression turned from hopeful to angry as he realized what was happening. "Illyria."

She shrugged, coming closer, still wearing Fred's sweet smile. "I can be anybody you want me to be, Charles."

"No, you really can't." He answered, turning back toward the lightening skyline. Dawn was coming, only a few more hours until what might possibly be their last sunset.

Illyria refused to give up, walking up behind his chair she placed cool hands on his shoulders and gently kneaded. "Sure, I can, Charles." Leaning forward she pressed a kiss against the shell of his ear. "I know you loved her." She whispered. "And she loved you."

Gunn bit back the sob that threatened at Fred's, no, Illyria's words. She wasn't Fred, damn it! "Yeah, and now she's dead. You killed her."

"I wasn't the only one who had a part in that, was I, Charles?"

Her words twisted a knife in his gut and he fought just to keep from doubling over with the pain of it.

"But, don't you see, we can find comfort in each other? I can be her for you, Charles. I can tell you you're forgiven, that I love you no matter what." She dropped tiny kisses all along the back of his neck. "I can give myself to you."

Groaning at the thought of having Fred again, Gunn found his resolve crumbling. "And what's in it for you?"

"I get to learn a lesson Wesley refused to teach. A lesson about mortals and feelings and pleasure." Illyria spun the chair so that Gunn was facing her. "Will you show me what it all means, Charles?"

Confronted with Fred's guileless face, the echo of her softly accented voice, and Gunn was reaching forward, pulling her to him. A tiny voice whispered in his mind that somewhere, somehow he was betraying Fred yet again. But he couldn't stop himself. Couldn't face tomorrow without a little forgiveness, without a little love.

Cold comfort though it was.

***

Angel was kneeling next to him within seconds. Cool hands on his face, warm voice asking if he was okay.

"I'm fine. Sorry." Wesley felt a faint blush pinking his cheeks. "I'm afraid the stress has finally caught up with me."

"Don't worry about it." Angel assured. "We're all feeling the pressure."

As Angel pulled his hand away, Wesley reached up to enfold it in his own. Keeping Angel there, close to him. "Angel," Wesley swallowed and turned away. "Thank you for...for coming to me and...accepting my apology."

"We both have things we're sorry for, Wes." Angel answered, and instead of pulling away, he squeezed at Wesley's hand. "I couldn't let things stand the way they were, not when one or both of us could be dead tomorrow." It was Angel's turn to look away. "You mean too much to me to not have tried, at least."

"Do I?" Wesley breathed.

"Yes."

"Angel, I - "

"Wesley, I know that you loved Fred." Angel's voice was lod ged gentle.

"And you Cordelia." Wesley answered, the hand holding Angel's trembling ever so slightly.

"I know this has been hard for you. That given your druthers you'd rather have her here with you tonight, but - "

Wesley leaned forward, taking Angel's lips before he could finish the sentence. "Thank you for coming to me." Wesley repeated.

Releasing Angel's hand, Wesley stood, bringing Angel up with him. Pulling Angel close he pressed their bodies together.

Then Wesley kissed him again.
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