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Life is Change	By : trudyw000 Category: BtVS Crossovers > Misc - Slash - Male/Male Views: 9166 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author's Note: Thank you to all who have read so far and apologies for the long wait since the last chapter, I'm sorry I'm just not that fast a writer. Especial thanks to KahunaBurger and greyphoenix85 for your reviews. Here is chapter 21, not far to go now, probably only another 3-4 chapters left. Read and enjoy.
Chapter 21
Spike woke first, Xander still lay sleeping quietly in his arms and he was glad of the time to think. He'd known that he was falling in love, but Xander's words last night had taken him by surprise. But even more than the words, his own reaction to those words had, quite frankly, scared him.
He'd once called himself 'Love's Bitch' and anyone who knew him well knew it was true. Of course he made sure that there weren't too many who could truthfully claim to know him well but even so, stories get around. A vampire with the capacity to love, there were fanatics on both sides who'd give anything to see him dust. Those on the side of the righteous who felt that love was purely the province of the soul, who felt that his very existence was blasphemy, were even more enraged that a creature of darkness should profess to feel such an emotion. Whilst there were those among the demon-kind who felt that their entire race was tainted, lessened by the existence of one such as he.
What neither side seemed to understand was the strength it had taken to form such a being. It was well known that the soul fled the body as the demon entered, but the essence of the person who had once resided within remained until it was beaten into submission by the strength of the demonic presence. But that hadn't happened at Spike's turning. The young man with the heart and soul of a poet had done what far stronger men before him had failed to do. His soul had fled but the essence that remained, the essential basis of who he was had fought the demon to a standstill, until eventually the two forces had bonded within him over the knowledge that, wielded properly, love could form a more devastating weapon than any blade ever forged.
That epic battle within him had kept him from rising the first night. Darla, furious that Dru had been allowed to turn him in the first place had been quietly smug, convinced that Dru had made a mistake. She had demanded that they leave the body and move on but Dru refused, insisting that her darling boy would rise and Angelus must have been in a mood to pander to her madness for he supported her and so they stayed and they waited. Dru alternated between spinning around the room, staring up at the stars as if the ceiling didn't exist and sitting with William's head in her lap as she stroked his hair and whispered nonsense to him of how it would be once he awoke. And awake he did, late on the second night, when Angelus was beginning to regret the whim that had led him to give in to Dru's demands.
Spike had loved Dru from the moment he had awakened to his new unlife, he had proved over and over again that he would kill for her, given the opportunity he would have proved that he would die for her. If only she had remained faithful to him, but she hadn't, she had lost the capacity for love, for faithfulness at Angelus' hands, along with her sanity and her humanity.
Now, as Spike watched Xander sleep he knew that in this young man he had found something infinitely more precious than anything he had ever had before. Last night Xander had called him 'my love', it had slipped free without conscious thought and was all the more precious for that. At the sound of the words something primal, something fundamental had settled into place within Spike and he had known that this was it for him. A driving need had settled upon him, the need to complete his bond with the young man with the teasing smile and the laughing brown eyes. Once that need had been satisfied he had slipped into sleep without time for further thought but now, watching his lover he knew that this was forever, he would never turn Xander and he knew that Xander would never ask that of him. One day, hopefully many, many years from now, Xander would go the way of all flesh, and on that day Spike would do what Angel had once attempted. Only Spike would not fail, would not be thwarted by an unseasonable snowfall. No he would take a walk in the sun and he would never be alone again.
At the thought his arms unconsciously tightened around Xander's sleeping form and the young man awoke, more than usually constricted by his octopus of a sleeping partner. Knowing as he did how careful Spike usually was to keep his vampiric strength in check around those humans he cared for Xander laid his arms over those currently compressing his torso and hugged back as best he could in this position. He didn't know what had caused Spike to feel he had to hold on so tight, but he instinctively needed to reassure his lover that he wasn't going anywhere.
Feeling the returned pressure Spike realised just how tight his grip had gotten and quickly slackened his hold. He wasn't able to let go entirely though as Xander was still holding his arms in place. With room to move now Xander held the hug for a few moments more before releasing Spike. Once convinced that Spike wasn't going to withdraw from him he squirmed around within the cage of those strong arms to enfold his lover in an embrace of his own.
And so they lay entwined together for several long minutes until Spike drew in a long, shuddering breath and shook off the melancholy feelings bought on by the direction his thoughts had taken him. Pulling back slightly he looked into Xander's open face and saw only quiet concern in those warm, brown eyes.
"you OK?" Xander asked.
"'m good" Spike replied and he realised that it was true, as long as he had Xander he was fine and a deep wave of contentment settled over him and he smiled. Running a hand through Xander's hair he asked "are you OK?"
"You're here, of course I'm OK, after all what's a couple of cracked ribs between friends." joked Xander.
Spike pulled back in horror, or at least he tried to but a laughing Xander held him close "I'm joking, I'm fine." and seeing that Spike wasn't entirely ready to believe him he tightened his hold, "really, I'm fine." and he dropped a chaste kiss onto the end of Spike's nose.
Convinced that Xander really was fine Spike relaxed into the embrace for a moment before briefly exerting his strength to push Xander over on to his back as he himself surged upwards to end up sitting astride his prey easily holding a laughing Xander's arms above his head.
"What am I going to do with you whelp?" he growled playfully and instantly the mood changed as Xander was no longer trying to get away but instead striving to get closer. Grinding his hips down into his lover Spike leaned in and plundered those luscious lips in an intense kiss that quickly had them both groaning with need.
Then just as suddenly they were groaning for a different reason as someone rapped sharply on the flimsy doors and Blair's voice called out, "Come on guys, up an' at 'em, we've got a surprise for you."
"We'll be right out!" called Xander.
Spike slumped down on top of him, "do we have to?" he whined, nuzzling the side of Xander's neck.
Just as quickly the mood had changed back to playful and with a laugh Xander clasped Spike close to him as he rolled to put the vampire beneath him. Placing a chaste kiss on Spike's forehead this time Xander moved to stand up only to find his hips held in a cast-iron grip. "Going somewhere Luv?"
Now it was Xander's turn to whine as he tried to twist himself free, "but they've got a surprise for us."
Spike smiled up at his lover as he easily maintained his hold on Xander's hips as they squirmed in his grasp. He loved seeing this playful side of the younger man, it was something he hadn't seen for far too long. "OK, you can go." he said but as Xander tried once more to pull away he kept his firm hold, "if you pay a toll," he added.
"Oh yes?" asked Xander finally giving up the battle and allowing his full weight to rest on the smaller man. "And what would that be?"
"This" was all the reply he got as Spike released his hips and grasped his head instead, pulling him in for a searing kiss. Xander's lips swiftly parted allowing Spike's tongue entrance and they spent the next few minutes eagerly verifying the presence of each other's tonsils.
Finally they parted and, with a satisfied smirk, Spike slapped Xander on the rear, "off to the shower with you whelp!"
"Oi" jolted out of his pleasant daze Xander grunted in annoyance as he rubbed at the abused area, then a thoughtful expression settled on his face, "you know we could save time by sharing a shower." he suggested hopefully.
"I don't think so" Spike replied and rolling them once more he quickly tipped Xander over the edge of the narrow bed and onto the floor where he landed with an oomph.
Laying on the floor looking up into Spike's laughing face Xander's thoughts unknowingly ran parallel to Spike's earlier musings. To see his lover laughing with such honest happiness made him realise that he'd never seen such openness from the vampire before. This stay in Cascade had been good for both of them and he would hate to leave, still he resolved there and then that when they did leave they would work hard to keep what they'd found here, they wouldn't slip back into the old paths.
Just as Xander was reaching up to get his revenge they were interrupted by a second rap on the door. "Get a move on, we don't want them to start the raid without us!" It was Jim this time and his reminder brought the horseplay to an end as Xander scrambled into his jeans and slipped out of the door to head for a swift shower.
It was seven o'clock by the time both their guests were washed and dressed and Xander at least had been fed. Now Blair could finally broach the subject that he and Jim had been puzzling over ever since they had awoken that morning. "Is there no way that you can go outside in the daylight?" he asked Spike.
Spike thought carefully before answering, "In Sunnydale I usually get around in the sewers if I need to move around during the day, but that's not what you mean is it?" He looked at the other two men and Blair gently shook his head, "No, I didn't think so, I've driven a car in daylight but the insides of all the windows were painted black with just the smallest gap for me to see through. I've occasionally had to run from the sewer outlet to the nearest building in daylight, usually covered in a blanket." Spike hung his head, even in this company where he felt relaxed and accepted, the admission was still humiliating.
Remembering those times that Spike had burst into a room smoking and patting out small fires in his hair or on his clothes Xander interrupted. "The blanket is not a good solution, legs and feet are still exposed, a sudden gust of wind and it's all over, it's too big of a risk." he stated categorically afraid of what they were going to ask Spike to do. Feeling Spike's hand covering his own he looked down to realise that he was holding on to Spike's other hand so tightly that the fingers were blanched completely white and now that he was conscious of what he was doing he could feel the bones grinding together as he held on for all he was worth.
Realising the pain he must be causing the vampire he jerked his hand back only to find it caught and held by Spike's covering hand. Looking up he met cool blue eyes that seemed to be laughing at him and he remembered when their positions had been reversed earlier that morning. With a rueful laugh he relaxed, trusting Spike not to agree to any unnecessary risks.
Jim had been watching the byplay between the two men with interest, he and Blair had actually known each other much longer than these two had from what he had been told, yet he could only hope that someday they would achieve the same level of unspoken communication that came so easily to Spike and Xander.
"That's pretty much what we thought." he said. "The thing is, Blair and I have had to go undercover a few times over the years and..." he paused, "well, we still have some of the clothing from those assignments here at the loft." He gestured over to the coffee table where there was a small pile of leather of some kind.
After surveying the pile from a distance Spike looked back to Jim and Blair only to receive an encouraging nod from each of the two men. Moving over to the small table he held up the top item, a heavy leather biker's jacket. When he turned back it was to see Blair holding a motorcycle helmet with a heavily polarised visor which he had apparently conjured from thin air. "Would it work?" Jim asked and Spike desperately wanted to say yes, to be able to take part in the raid that they all knew would be going down very shortly in a butcher's shop in Federal Way.
He didn't need to look at Xander to know the anxious look that the young man would be struggling to hide. "It might, for a while but all it takes is for me to move my head wrong and the helmet pulls away from the collar leaving an opening for the sunlight to get to my skin, or the jacket rides up away from the trousers and I'm in the wind." he paused for effect, "literally!"
Now Blair was blushing, for what reason Spike had no idea and Jim wasn't looking half as disheartened as Spike thought he should be. Instead the big man came over and started rummaging through the pile and at this close range Spike could see that there appeared to be a slight flush of colour staining Jim's face as well. Finally Jim straightened holding a garment that had been hidden at the bottom of the pile, "you see there was this other undercover mission," Jim looked extremely uncomfortable now as he tried to explain and Blair was no help at all as he stood there quite obviously wishing the floor would open up and swallow him whole. If he ever came to Sunnydale, Spike thought, he'd have to be very careful what he wished for.
"In a sex club!" the words burst forth, apparently unbidden from Xander's mouth and as soon as he uttered them he slapped both hands across his mouth as if to try to force them back in.
Jim only looked more uncomfortable as he proffered the garment, a black, latex rubber leotard with no arms or legs but an attached balaclava style hood. Spike took it, examining how thin and supple the material was whilst still remaining completely impervious to light. He looked over to Blair who had to have been the one to wear this originally, anything made for Jim would have swamped his slight frame. Blair seemed to be recovering his composure and twitching the hem of his plaid shirt he simply muttered, "layers are the key."
Spike felt a surge of confidence growing within him. This could just work, the one piece leotard would cover neck, waist anyplace where conventional clothes might part and expose his skin to the sun, whilst the outer wear would maintain just the right image for 'The Big Bad'.
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Laura was too late to see who got out of the car that had pulled up outside the hotel room. Giving up on her attempts to see round corners she allowed the heavy curtain to fall back into place and instead listened to the sound of footfalls on the concrete walkway outside. The tension inside the room rose to painfully high levels as the sound of two pairs of feet approached the door, however they passed on without a pause and soon after the faint sound of the next door along opening was heard through the thin hotel walls.
Laura released the breath that she had been holding and turned back to survey the damage Dieter had sustained from his brief exposure to the morning sun. The wounds looked painful and the damage to his eyes worried Laura, a blind vampire was of no use to her.
"How bad is it?" she asked gesturing to his face.
Surveying her through red-rimmed, bloodshot eyes Dieter seemed to consider his answer carefully, "no permanent damage," he finally answered, "but I will need to feed to completely heal."
Immediately Laura reached up to brush back her long, dark hair exposing the pale column of her neck.
Dieter was so entranced at the sight that he almost missed her next words, "if you turn me!" and she let the curtain of hair fall to cover her neck once more.
He had no intention of turning this woman. She had far too much control over him as it was. As a human she assumed the dominant role but Dieter knew that that was only possible because he allowed it. If he chose he could take back that role at any time. As a vampire however he feared that she would soon subjugate him and that was not something he was prepared to allow. However for now he needed to feed and if a strong moral compass had never been a problem when he was alive, it certainly wasn't going to hold him back now.
"Of course!" he lied as he stepped close and cupped her jaw, "but not now, after Spike and his little playmate are dead."
Laura pouted and gazed up at him through her lashes, "why not now?" she asked as she twirled a lock of lustrous hair idly around her fingers.
"We're trapped in here until nightfall, I need you mobile," he explained, hurrying on when he saw the distrust in her eyes, "it would be at least 12 hours before you'd rise, possibly longer and you'd be vulnerable, we need to be somewhere safe, then I'll do it and you'll truly be my dark princess."
Disgruntled Laura agreed, she didn't like it but she couldn't help but see the logic of his argument. Sweeping her hair back off of her neck once again she tilted her head in a silent offering which Dieter wasted no time in accepting. As his elongated canines sunk into the virgin flesh of her throat Laura's breath hissed in surprise, there was an instant of pain as the skin was broken, but as soon as the blood began to flow a euphoric feeling began to build, coiling in her gut and without thought her hands came up to hold him to her.
Dieter couldn't help a small smile as he carefully chose his spot to bite before sinking his fangs in and taking one, two, three long slow swallows of her blood. Stepping back he carefully surveyed his handiwork and the smile returned, there it was, a perfect claim mark on her lovely skin. No other vampire would dare to turn her now, at least not any of the weak, domesticated vampires who lived in the Cascade region.
Raising his eyes from the neat puncture holes he took in the delicate flush that now suffused her features, so perfect little Laura was not immune to the aphrodisiac properties of a vampire's bite, this day just got better and better. Enfolding her in his arms he gently manoeuvred her down onto the bed behind her, eager to take advantage of the need his bite had inspired within her.
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Once decided Spike acted quickly, shucking out of his shirt and pulling the hem of his t-shirt swiftly over his head he was reaching for his belt before Xander's amused voice stopped him.
"Uh, Spike..."
Spike looked up to see Xander gesturing back towards the small bedroom they had just left whilst Blair and Jim stood looking uncomfortable trying not to watch his impromptu strip show. "Humans!" he muttered under his breath before gathering up the pile of clothing and striding off to change, grabbing Xander's wrist as he passed and pulling the young man along with him.
Inside the room Spike quickly finished removing his clothes whilst Xander examined the strange garment that would allow Spike to move around in daylight without igniting. The heavy material felt surprisingly soft and supple in his hands with a slight give to it so that he felt it would move and stretch like a second skin when worn. The hood was something else entirely, he'd at first thought it to be like a balaclava, however on closer examination he realised that there were no holes, eyes, nose, mouth, all would be covered completely. Whilst that would be good for light proofing his lover a sightless vampire would be a danger to himself and others.
Running his hands over the hood he felt an almost imperceptible difference in the texture of the material on the inside and holding it up to his face he realised that there was a strip of some other material inserted across the eyes. Xander had seen Spike outside during the day, hiding in the shadows, he hoped the light that got through this strip would be diffuse enough not to be dangerous. It would barely be enough to allow a normal human a vague perception of what was going on around them, however with Spike's vampire enhanced vision he should be able to see perfectly clearly through the secret strip.
Looking up from his examination he saw Spike standing there, feet planted wide, hands on hips obviously waiting for him to finish. Suddenly his brain spluttered and all thought processes but one died, 'naked Spike!' 'Naked Spike,' the one thought repeated over and over in his head and he had taken a step forward before he even knew what he was doing. However, the garment in his hands got in the way as he reached for his lover jolting his brain back into action, and thrusting the item at Spike he turned to examine the doors. struggling to bring his raging libido under control.
Spike instantly knew the problem Xander was having, his sensitive nose picking up the surge of arousal as soon as the young man looked up from his examination of the outfit. If he'd been a nicer guy he'd have given him some time to get things under control but as a vampire he much preferred to make people suffer and so...
"Hey, a little help here." he called out and Xander turned back to see Spike apparently puzzling over which way round the latex outfit should go. After a brief dispute, which Xander won by pointing out the fairly impressive posing pouch Spike finally stepped into the garment, pulling it up to, at last, cover his nakedness. Now that Xander's brain was able to fire on all cylinders once more he was able to be a more active help and he moved around behind the vampire to pull up the zip which ran from the small of his back all the way up his spine to the crown of his head.
Not allowing himself to think how he must look in just the tight, hooded leotard Spike quickly pulled on the heavy leather pants and jacket before stamping into his well-worn and comfortable boots. He knew there was some risk of exposing a flash of ankle to the sun but it was a risk he was prepared to take and he eschewed the higher and rather cumbersome biker boots that the others had supplied in favour of familiarity.
Now fully dressed he stood and faced Xander who surveyed him critically. It was odd to Xander, facing that featureless mask although it certainly looked intimidating enough to please the most demanding of vampires, which, let's face it, Spike was!
"How're you doing in there?" he asked, wondering how humans were supposed to breath in such a get-up.
Spike's voice was a little muffled as it came through the latex but the reply was clear "Snug as a bug in a rug."
Xander let the weird Britishism pass, instead asking, "and you can see alright?" as he squinted with human vision trying unsuccessfully to see the secret strip that allowed the wearer to see out of the hood.
In answer Spike simply looked Xander up and down and the Sentinel needed very little imagination to picture the lascivious smirk twisting the hidden lips as he did so.
"Come on then." and Xander stood aside to allow Spike to precede him back into the main room of the loft where Jim and Blair were waiting. As they looked him over both men nodded in silent appreciation. Even clothed in the heavy leather Spike lost none of his predatory grace. Wordlessly Blair handed over the long gauntlets that completed the look and Spike tugged them on. They covered fully half of his forearms and Spike had no concern that his wrists would be exposed to the deadly sunlight.
Blair walked over to the panel that controlled the blackout blinds, "and ta da!" he exclaimed dramatically as he flicked the switches that rolled back the blinds and flooded the loft with the bright morning sunlight. Spike had to fight to control the impulse to flee as the deadly sunlight crept across the floor towards his boots. Then it was at his feet, sweeping up his legs until he stood, bathed in sunlight from head to toe, it looked like he would be taking a walk in the sun with his boy sooner than expected and without the incendiary finale.
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Once they had established that Spike was safe inside his latex rubber and leather cocoon he quickly donned the helmet to cover up the slightly creepy, featureless mask and all four men headed over to the Cascade PD building.
They knew something was up as soon as they exited the elevator outside Major Crimes. They'd expected the place to be a hive of activity as preparations proceeded for the raid on the butcher's shop but this was something else. As soon as they pushed through the doors into the bullpen Simon looked up from his position stooped over Rafe's desk, examining something over the detective's shoulder. "My office, NOW!"
The four men exchanged glances, at a loss to explain the anger in Simon's voice but they dutifully altered course and filed into the small office. Gathering something from the desk the Captain followed them, grimly shutting the door and closing all the interior blinds in silence before taking his place behind his desk and staring hard at the figure in the bikers leathers and helmet.
Suddenly he seemed to make a decision and quick as thought his pistol was in his hand and pointed rock steady at the centre of that polarised visor. Everybody stood for a moment, stunned into immobility by the unexpected attack, then as one Xander, Blair and Jim leapt to stand between that weapon and Spike.
"Simon, what are you doing?" Strangely Jim was the first to speak as he confronted his long time friend.
In answer Simon simply threw down the papers he had brought into the office with him. He threw them with such force that they slid straight off the farside of the desk and cascaded to the floor where they spread out to show a grisly scene of a room seemingly painted in blood and countless shots showing the limp and lifeless body of a man with his throat apparently ripped out.
It was Blair who cautiously stepped out from his position between the two Sentinels and knelt to pick up the photos. Scanning them swiftly he passed them to Jim before looking back to the man he considered a friend, "I don't understand" he whispered as Simon stood, unwavering with his gun trained on Spike's head even through the two intervening bodies.
After quickly looking through the stack of pictures Jim handed the pile back to Xander. He was about to echo his partner's question when he was brought up short by a muffled obscenity from behind him. Carefully keeping his body interposed between Simon and the two men behind him he turned to see Spike examining a close-up of the dead man's face. "Spike?" he asked wondering what the other man had seen that he had missed.
Ignoring the question Spike reached up to remove the helmet before speaking in a strangely subdued tone. "Blair, cover those windows please. Xan, get the lights."
As soon as they had completed their tasks Xander and Blair made to step back into their positions as Spike's human shield but a sharp word from the vampire stopped them, "No, stay there" he ordered the two men, holding up his hands in the universal gesture for stop. Once assured that his instructions were being obeyed he pulled off the heavy gauntlets and dropping gloves and pictures on a convenient filing cabinet he reached for the zip on the crown of his head.
At last, with the mask flopping in front of his chest he stepped out from behind Jim and Simon tracked his every move, pistol still pointing unwaveringly between his eyes. Finally Simon spoke, his voice tight with anger "I don't know if this will kill you, but I'm willing to bet that a bullet to the brain will slow down even your kind."
"You think I did this?" Spike asked, surprisingly calmly as he gestured towards the gruesome images.
"Why don't you tell us who that man was?" Simon answered with a question of his own.
"It's the night clerk from the Super 8 in Federal Way" he replied quietly "and we're wasting time if you want to catch his killer."
"Oh I think I've already caught his killer" said Simon viciously and his finger tightened visibly on the trigger.
"Simon no, you've got this all wrong." Jim interjected whilst making as if to step between Spike and the gun once more. A quick glance at the vampire stopped him however as he saw the tiny shake of his head that Spike directed his way. Instead he addressed his friend once more. "Spike was with us all night, we all stayed up talking until four and then he and Xander sacked out in the spare room for a few hours before we headed in here."
Simon's gun wavered for just a moment before snapping back into position, he examined his lead detective with a pained expression, "I don't know why you're lying to protect this monster but you forget Jim, I've been to the loft many times, you don't have a spare room!"
At that Blair quietly cleared his throat "we do now," he muttered, obviously embarrassed, "since I kinda movedupstairstoJim'sroom." He got the last words out in a rush that Simon obviously needed a few moments to decipher. However as soon as he did decipher them his head swivelled to rivet the curly haired detective.
For several long minutes he examined Blair until apparently satisfied he turned his attention to Jim who he subjected to an even longer examination. Finally he dropped his gun arm, "so, someone finally hit you two upside the head with a clue-by-four!"
AN: Well there it is, let me know what you think, please review!
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