Quantum Xander II: In Wake of the Curse
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BtVS AU/AR › Slash - Male/Male › Spike(William)/Xander
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BtVS AU/AR › Slash - Male/Male › Spike(William)/Xander
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Adult ++
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65
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20,674
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119
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~PART 20~
Part 20
“Mmmm, the beach again?”
“You seem to like it here, and I’m not complaining about the sun, love.”
Xander smiled and leaned back into Spike’s chest. He tilted his head as he felt his mate nuzzle into his neck. His eyes closed and his lips parted slightly as a cool tongue washed over his claimant scar. He shuddered.
“Like that, love?”
“Love that. I always love it when you’re touching me.”
“Good, ’cause I like touching you. I miss touching you.”
“Me too, Spike. This is nice, though.”
“That it is, love.”
“How much time do we have?”
“Long enough.”
Xander smiled and turned in his lover’s embrace. He gently lowered Spike down and rose over him.
“You are so beautiful. God I love you.”
“Show me?”
Xander dipped his head and brushed his lips softly across the cool lips of his mate. He smiled as they parted in anticipation. He let the tip of his tongue out to trail along the full lower lip of his lover.
“Xander. Don’t tease, please, love.”
Xander lowered himself until he and Spike were touching from head to toe. Their lips fused together as they moved against one another. Xander groaned at the sensation of all that cool, silky skin against his own.
“I’ve missed this, missed you so much, Spike.”
“Me too, love, me too.”
They rolled until Spike was on top; he drew back and looked into Xander’s eyes, his own flashing amber with repressed desire.
“Mine.”
“Yours, always yours.”
Spike kissed Xander ferociously, his fangs coming down and nearly slicing the flesh of lips. Xander didn’t care; he only kissed back harder, spreading his thighs in invitation. He was thankful that he was always naked and ready in his dreams, no matter which way they played out.
Spike slid into Xander and swallowed his cries with his mouth. He kissed him, softly this time, as he started to move. Xander wrapped his arms around Spike’s shoulders and his legs around his waist. He hung on for all he was worth, wanting to savor the feeling - knowing that all too soon he would wake up and he would be alone again.
Both of them struggled to hold off their orgasms - not wanting this to be over so soon. It had been too long though, and they both cried out as they came, Spike burying his fangs deep into his mark on Xander’s throat. Xander bucked up and came again.
As they lay still connected, Xander petted Spike’s hair and felt him vibrating against his chest. He held him tighter, not ever wanting to let go. He thought that maybe if he held him tight enough, he could pull him out of his dreams and into the real world with him.
“Are you really here? I mean is this just a dream or are you real?”
“Don’t I feel real to you, love?”
“Yes. You do. Does that mean you are?”
“I don’t know. Maybe I’m the one dreaming; maybe you aren’t real.”
“I haven’t given up. I will find a way to bring you back. I promise you that.”
Xander felt his eyes tear up and then a cool thumb brushed the tears away as they fell.
“I know, but if you can’t…”
“I will.”
“But if you can’t, you have to promise me you won’t waste your life trying to save me from my fate. You have to live, love. You deserve to be happy, to be in love, to have someone real.”
“I only want you.”
“Yeah, well, m’not exactly one of a kind now am I? You could have him; he’s me. Sort of.”
“No.”
“Just think about it, Xan, okay? I’m not asking you to give up on me, not yet anyway. And hey, I am still with you in your dreams, love, and that’s better than not getting to be with you at all. I’ll take this over nothing any day.”
They fell quiet for a few moments, both just enjoying the feel of the other man in their arms. Eventually Xander broke the silence.
“I read your journal. I’m sorry, I just… I missed you so much and I wanted to feel close to you again.”
“S’okay, love. They’re just words; was going to show it you someday anyway. So, how bad were they?”
“How bad were what?”
“The poems, what else?”
“Poems? You wrote me poems?”
“In the back of the book. Guess you never looked there, huh? Should’a kept my bleedin’ mouth shut.”
“I didn’t look. I… I won’t if you don’t want me to.”
“Only words, Xander, nothing more. Never do you justice anyway.”
Xander kissed Spike and rolled them onto their sides; groaning as Spike’s softened penis slipped out of Xander’s hole. Xander traced over the scar in Spike’s eyebrow and then down one sculpted cheekbone. He cupped Spike’s face and brought their mouths together again. This kiss was full of feeling, full of love, sadness, pain, and a hint of desperation.
“I won’t give up, Spike. I need you.”
“Okay love, okay. We won’t talk any more about that for now. It’s time for you to wake up anyway.”
Xander tightened his hold on Spike and crushed him to his chest.
“No. Not yet, please, not yet.”
“It’s alright, Xan. I’ll be here waiting for you next time. I love you.”
“I love you too. God. Don’t leave me again.”
Xander woke with Spike crushed to his chest and tears in his eyes. He gasped and then opened his eyes, hoping beyond all hope that his mate was here in his bed, in his arms. He saw blond hair and tried very hard not to be disappointed. After all, it wasn’t Spike’s fault that he wasn’t the vampire Xander was hoping for.
Luckily, Spike was still asleep and didn’t see the tears in Xander’s eyes or the disappointment on his face. Not to mention the evidence of his dream that stuck to the inside of his boxers. Carefully, Xander climbed out of bed and stumbled across the hall to the bathroom.
Xander turned on the taps and stepped into the shower. He quickly washed away the evidence of his climax and then began his regular shower activities on auto-pilot. He couldn’t help wondering if he was going crazy, or if he was just so miserable that he was conjuring up visions of his mate in his dreams.
He squashed down the tiny flicker of hope that it was more than that. That somehow, he still had a connection to Spike and that he really was there, that he was in his dreams - not some figment of his imagination.
After stepping out of the shower, Xander dried his body and hair and then wrapped the towel around his waist and went to the sink. He got his razor and his shaving cream and was just about to make himself presentable when he noticed it.
His mark was bleeding.
He had been bitten.
It was fresh.
“Oh fuck!”
“Mmmm, the beach again?”
“You seem to like it here, and I’m not complaining about the sun, love.”
Xander smiled and leaned back into Spike’s chest. He tilted his head as he felt his mate nuzzle into his neck. His eyes closed and his lips parted slightly as a cool tongue washed over his claimant scar. He shuddered.
“Like that, love?”
“Love that. I always love it when you’re touching me.”
“Good, ’cause I like touching you. I miss touching you.”
“Me too, Spike. This is nice, though.”
“That it is, love.”
“How much time do we have?”
“Long enough.”
Xander smiled and turned in his lover’s embrace. He gently lowered Spike down and rose over him.
“You are so beautiful. God I love you.”
“Show me?”
Xander dipped his head and brushed his lips softly across the cool lips of his mate. He smiled as they parted in anticipation. He let the tip of his tongue out to trail along the full lower lip of his lover.
“Xander. Don’t tease, please, love.”
Xander lowered himself until he and Spike were touching from head to toe. Their lips fused together as they moved against one another. Xander groaned at the sensation of all that cool, silky skin against his own.
“I’ve missed this, missed you so much, Spike.”
“Me too, love, me too.”
They rolled until Spike was on top; he drew back and looked into Xander’s eyes, his own flashing amber with repressed desire.
“Mine.”
“Yours, always yours.”
Spike kissed Xander ferociously, his fangs coming down and nearly slicing the flesh of lips. Xander didn’t care; he only kissed back harder, spreading his thighs in invitation. He was thankful that he was always naked and ready in his dreams, no matter which way they played out.
Spike slid into Xander and swallowed his cries with his mouth. He kissed him, softly this time, as he started to move. Xander wrapped his arms around Spike’s shoulders and his legs around his waist. He hung on for all he was worth, wanting to savor the feeling - knowing that all too soon he would wake up and he would be alone again.
Both of them struggled to hold off their orgasms - not wanting this to be over so soon. It had been too long though, and they both cried out as they came, Spike burying his fangs deep into his mark on Xander’s throat. Xander bucked up and came again.
As they lay still connected, Xander petted Spike’s hair and felt him vibrating against his chest. He held him tighter, not ever wanting to let go. He thought that maybe if he held him tight enough, he could pull him out of his dreams and into the real world with him.
“Are you really here? I mean is this just a dream or are you real?”
“Don’t I feel real to you, love?”
“Yes. You do. Does that mean you are?”
“I don’t know. Maybe I’m the one dreaming; maybe you aren’t real.”
“I haven’t given up. I will find a way to bring you back. I promise you that.”
Xander felt his eyes tear up and then a cool thumb brushed the tears away as they fell.
“I know, but if you can’t…”
“I will.”
“But if you can’t, you have to promise me you won’t waste your life trying to save me from my fate. You have to live, love. You deserve to be happy, to be in love, to have someone real.”
“I only want you.”
“Yeah, well, m’not exactly one of a kind now am I? You could have him; he’s me. Sort of.”
“No.”
“Just think about it, Xan, okay? I’m not asking you to give up on me, not yet anyway. And hey, I am still with you in your dreams, love, and that’s better than not getting to be with you at all. I’ll take this over nothing any day.”
They fell quiet for a few moments, both just enjoying the feel of the other man in their arms. Eventually Xander broke the silence.
“I read your journal. I’m sorry, I just… I missed you so much and I wanted to feel close to you again.”
“S’okay, love. They’re just words; was going to show it you someday anyway. So, how bad were they?”
“How bad were what?”
“The poems, what else?”
“Poems? You wrote me poems?”
“In the back of the book. Guess you never looked there, huh? Should’a kept my bleedin’ mouth shut.”
“I didn’t look. I… I won’t if you don’t want me to.”
“Only words, Xander, nothing more. Never do you justice anyway.”
Xander kissed Spike and rolled them onto their sides; groaning as Spike’s softened penis slipped out of Xander’s hole. Xander traced over the scar in Spike’s eyebrow and then down one sculpted cheekbone. He cupped Spike’s face and brought their mouths together again. This kiss was full of feeling, full of love, sadness, pain, and a hint of desperation.
“I won’t give up, Spike. I need you.”
“Okay love, okay. We won’t talk any more about that for now. It’s time for you to wake up anyway.”
Xander tightened his hold on Spike and crushed him to his chest.
“No. Not yet, please, not yet.”
“It’s alright, Xan. I’ll be here waiting for you next time. I love you.”
“I love you too. God. Don’t leave me again.”
Xander woke with Spike crushed to his chest and tears in his eyes. He gasped and then opened his eyes, hoping beyond all hope that his mate was here in his bed, in his arms. He saw blond hair and tried very hard not to be disappointed. After all, it wasn’t Spike’s fault that he wasn’t the vampire Xander was hoping for.
Luckily, Spike was still asleep and didn’t see the tears in Xander’s eyes or the disappointment on his face. Not to mention the evidence of his dream that stuck to the inside of his boxers. Carefully, Xander climbed out of bed and stumbled across the hall to the bathroom.
Xander turned on the taps and stepped into the shower. He quickly washed away the evidence of his climax and then began his regular shower activities on auto-pilot. He couldn’t help wondering if he was going crazy, or if he was just so miserable that he was conjuring up visions of his mate in his dreams.
He squashed down the tiny flicker of hope that it was more than that. That somehow, he still had a connection to Spike and that he really was there, that he was in his dreams - not some figment of his imagination.
After stepping out of the shower, Xander dried his body and hair and then wrapped the towel around his waist and went to the sink. He got his razor and his shaving cream and was just about to make himself presentable when he noticed it.
His mark was bleeding.
He had been bitten.
It was fresh.
“Oh fuck!”