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The More Things Change	By : slashtheboyz Category: AtS/BtVS Crossovers > Slash - Male/Male > Spike(William)/Xander > Spike(William)/Xander Views: 12377 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The More Things Change 24/?
Author: slashtheboyz
Chapter: 24/?
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Rating: FRAO
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Disclaimer: The characters belong to Joss and a bunch of lawyers. I only wish they belonged to me cause I'd make em do naughty things together forever. I'm just playing with them. No disrespect intended. No reflection on real persons or places intended. I'm not making any profit from this. This is strictly for entertainment.
Warnings/Squicks: Angst, M/M sex at the beginning of the chapter.
Summary: Xander goes to LA on a fact finding trip and finds Angelus instead. Scariness happens.
Previous chapters:http://www.livejournal.com/tools/memories.bml?user=slashtheboyz&keyword=The+More+Things+Change&filter=all
Notes: All kinds of stuff going on here. Mostly angst a little boundary setting and testing.
Yep, I know it's been a while. I've got up to chapter 31 in my memories on my LiveJournal. I just haven't had the time to archive more chapters yet. To tell you the truth I couldn't remember exactly where I had it archived.*Can you see my red face from there* This story won Best Unsung Fic in the Forbidden Awards. Squeeeeee.The pretty award banner can be found on my LiveJournal. The special banner made for this story by the talented sevendeadlyfun can also be found there. http://slashtheboyz.livejournal.com/

There's nothing quite like waking up in the morning, with a hard cock still in your ass after an evening of blissful orgasms. Xander clenched his muscles around the hard prick currently inhabiting his happily fluttering ass and pushed back slowly feeling the stretch and burn. Then he rocked forward and felt the pull of Spike's cock as it left his clenching hole. He growled with pleasure as he ground back again on the hard fleshy organ and hit that pleasurable spangly spot inside. His insides melted like wax on Texas pavement at noon on a midsummer's day and it converged in his spine, and ran down to pool in his ass and groin.

The lax arm that had been around his waist suddenly joined the pleasurable activities stroking his tingling skin and reached up to pluck and twist his nipples. He started to pant and thrust back hard meeting the hips that were thrusting into him with a meaty smack. "Spike, just can't get enough of you.” He gasped out desperately. "Love you. Need you. Please?” He begged with no shame.

Want/mine/love was humming in the link. The hand moved to his hip and firmly pushed sending him over onto his belly, and he drew his knees up under him, spreading them wide; he arched his back and keened as Spike withdrew and plunged in to the hilt again, deeper than before. Xander grabbed a pillow and hugged it hard. He thrust up and back into the hard body covering him demanding, trying to get more of Spike into his greedy ass. "Please, please, please. Oh Fuck.” Spike set up a rhythm, pounding that perfect spot, that soon took away his ability to think or speak.

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He bounced into the War Room smiling brightly, with that I-just-got-laid smile. Spike followed on his heels leaking smug/mine into the link. Angel sniffed the air and his eyes flickered amber for a second, and he growled subvocally at the pair. Spike and Xander both growled back and went to the other end of the table to sit. "What's got your hackles up this mornin' Duckula?” Xander asked.

Everyone else at the table was sitting as far away from the dark haired vampire as they could get and still be at the same table. They were glancing warily down the table at him as if they expected an explosion any minute. "He's been growling all morning.” Willow whispered loudly.

Angel mumbled something so low only demon ears could hear it. Xander got a strange look on his face. He went to Angel's chair and pushed it back from the table insinuating himself between the older vampire's knees. He grabbed Angel's chin and lifted it up, then he put both thumbs oh Angel's upper lip and lifted. "Ahhhh, Okay I see the bitch fit problem. Teething, huh?” Angel tried to pull away but Xander held on. "Stop that”, and called, "Spike?"

Spike who had been watching the goings on with amusement got up, eased behind Xander, and looked over his shoulder. "Growin' new fangs makes him act like more of a wanker?"

"Burns and aches like hell, couldn't sleep.” Angel mumbled sourly around Xander's fingers.

"Here, ya dimwitted sod. Why didn'tcha say? Could have gotten some sleep. But like always, yer to proud ta ask for help.” Spike walked around behind Angel's chair and tilted Angel's head back until it was resting against him. He changed and bit into his forefinger and let the blood well up. "Give me your true face and open up, ya git." Angel changed and opened up wider. Spike took the bloody finger and rubbed it into a depression in the gum where he could just feel the tip of a new fang. Then he treated the other side the same way. Angel shivered at the relief and clenched down on the finger gnawing. "My finger's not a bloody teething ring." Spike protested.

"It itches.” Angel complained.

Xander laughed. "We'll just have to find you a vamp chew toy then.” There were coughs and hands raised to hide smiles around the table. Angel glowered around at them. He was never going to live this down he just knew it. But the blasted achiness and itching were gone for now. "No more pig's blood for you until your new fangs come in all the way, Angel."

Angel looked like he was going to protest. Spike spoke up. "We need everybody at their best and you're not, not when you've been feedin' on that pig and cow shite. Ya might pretend you're not a vampire, because your human pets can't stand the thought of livin’ with one.” He sent a disgusted glare around at the AI gang. "But no matter what you'd rather, you're still a vamp. And you still require the right kind of blood to stay healthy. I've been smellin’ your unhealthy arse since you came to Sunnydale, and it smells like rot. There's no bleedin' excuse for that. You can get Bloodbank blood or expired hospital blood. Same as we do."

"I don't drink human blood because it makes the demon harder to control.” Angel spat out in defense.

"Well since you've been merged with Angelus. That shouldn't be as much of a problem anymore. The curse is gone and you don't have that broody guilty conscience making you want to off yourself by slow starvation. So you don't have any excuse now, do you?” Xander asked as he patted Angel on the head and went back to his chair.

Angel opened his mouth to reply, and then shut it again abruptly with a gob smacked expression. He leaned back in his chair again rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "You know, you just could be right about that."

"Oh, help me please.” Xander clutched his chest, fell back in his chair, and groaned. "I know it's truly an apocalypse now. Count Duckula said I might be right about something."
There were chuckles as the tensions around the table eased.

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Two hours later the table was scattered with empty mugs and plates as they continued to brainstorm about ways to defeat The First. Ideas had been proffered and kicked around but no one had come up with a decisive plan yet.

Xander was antsy and night was drawing closer. He shifted in his chair restlessly thinking flittery thoughts of lions and and antelopes, he squeezed the denim-covered thigh under his hand. The urge to run the night crawled up the back of his brain, down his throat and tightened his muscles like rubber bands. He slid his gaze over to Spike and met the knowing amused blue.

"We're going out tonight.” Xander's flat statement fell into a pause in the conversation.

Heads turned his way, and all Xander could compare it to was a herd of startled gazelles. Yep definitely need to hunt tonight.

Buffy lifted her head a little and looked at him down the table. She looked distracted and tired, had blue like bruises beneath her eyes. "What?"

"I said Spike and I are going out tonight.” He could feel Spike's amusement now and he cut a scathing glance his way. Spike just lifted an eyebrow in response, sprawling bonelessly back into his chair like an overgrown cat waiting to hear what Xander would come up with.

"We're going to sniff around and do some scouting. See if we can pinpoint where the fuglies are camping out."

Spike's eyebrow did the impossible and hiked up another notch. However, he nodded and Xander could feel his anticipation of the night, of hunting up a good time with some ass kicking involved.

Xander turned his gaze back to the rest of the table and swept his gaze over the various expressions turned his way. "We're really the best suited for it. We see better in the dark without lights. We're quieter, and we can smell 'em coming, if we don't hear 'em first. My nose is even better than Spike's.”

"Well I for one am glad you want to do all the creepy crawling, because I don't want to mess up my fresh manicure”, Cordelia answered putting up a hand, looking critically at the manicure in question. "I always end up with chipped nails after one of these adventures.” She glared at Angel across the table.

Giles plucked his glasses from the table and watched the play of his fingers as he slowly polished them. "Yes, that would certainly be a prudent idea, wouldn't it? We certainly need to know what they are up to, and the location of their base of operation.

Buffy tiredly pushed a strand of hair back in place, “I’ll go with you. It'll do me good to get out."

Xander glanced quickly at Spike, “No Buff, that's okay. I think we can handle this one. You still need light even with all your slayerly strength. We see well even without it. Besides, I don't think Spike and I are as high on their wanted list as you are, they’re probably watching for you especially right now. It's better if you stay out of sight. You still need to do some research on that thing that Caleb has, that belongs to you, don't you? And with all the potentials here the property still has to be patrolled at night. I don’t think it’s a good idea to leave the place low on defenses, with that tunnel in the basement. Speaking of which, someone’s gonna have to stand guard over the tunnel exit, we’ll probably leave that way tonight.”

Angel started to speak and Xander froze unhearing, as a familiar feeling washed over him without warning. He called out Spike's name as his world went gray around the edges, flailing and lost, until he felt those strong arms close around him. Then the world dissolved around him and the pictures began to roll, flickering behind his eyelids like the peculiar waking nightmares that they were. Some pictures had changed a little and some a lot, and there were other newer pictures that he hadn't seen before. Xander felt like his head was exploding with all the information, and it was coming so fast he could barely comprehend what he was seeing.

"This is getting old real fast," Xander groaned as he emerged into the real world again. He was in Spike's lap again and he could hear the babbling of voices but at the moment he wasn't interested in what they were saying. He just rested his heavy head against Spike; tucked up under his chin. Spike had a grip on his nape and was massaging the back of his skull. It felt so good he let his eyes flutter closed again and set up a low rumbling purr that was answered by Spike's own purr in a deeper tone. They sat for a moment rumbling together like oversized cats.

A sudden silence replaced the babble and he cracked one eye open to see what was going on. Everyone was staring at the pair of them. Willow was smiling gently at them, and Dawn had a gleeful mischievous expression on her face. Connor was smirking and Angel looked pole axed. Wesley had an intensely curious look on his face and looked like he was about to burst into speech any second.

“What? Xander croaked. "Did I suddenly turn green or something? Oh Gods, tell me I didn't turn green like that frog on Sesame Street.” He begged Spike. "We've already got Count Duckula, we don't need any frogs.” He rambled on.

"Oh for...” He heard Angel mutter under his breath.

Willow giggled. "You sounded like two cats purring away all snuggled together in a chair."

Wesley cleared his throat. "Yes, about that . . .” he glanced at Angel. “You’ve never purred that I know of,” he said.

Angel glowered. "It's something that we do only when we're content, or very happy. And it's not really a purr”, he said in exasperation, running his fingers through his dark hair as his eyes flitted back to Xander and Spike. "It's more of a low growl."

Wesley cleared his throat again and muttered, “yes, well I can see why we've never heard you." He turned fascinated eyes back to Spike and Xander, “it’s really quite extraordinary. I've read about it in some obscure references but no one has ever reported actually witnessing a vampire purring."

"You never purred for me Angel”, Buffy pouted.

Angel threw an irritated glance at the still snuggling pair. "You just had to do that where everyone could hear it didn't you?"

"Sod off, ya poofy ponce," Spike snarked back. "My boy comes first no matter where we are."

Giles cut across the bickering with a firm voice. “While all this is fascinating, I think we should really find out if Xander is alright.” He settled his glasses on his face and sent a piercing look down the table at Xander. “Are you recovered enough to speak to us, Xander?"

Xander just let the conversation flow around him, content to snuggle against Spike and soak up the reassurance/concern/love/mine throbbing strongly in the link. That was still very new to him. No one had ever concerned themselves with his welfare before. Not the way Spike did. And Xander reveled in it. He wanted to wallow in it the way a cat wallows in catnip. Nevertheless, he sighed heavily and sat up with Spike's hands to steady him; he was still a bit groggy. "Yeah, just still a bit fuzzy around the edges."

"Yeah, those darned visions will do that to you every time.” Cordelia agreed. Xander grinned in her direction. "I used to feel like my head was exploding."

"Maybe you shouldn't go anywhere tonight, Xander.” Willow said hesitantly. "I mean what if this… whatever it is, happens out there somewhere, where there's no one to help you.” Willow waved her hand toward the outside of the house.

"Spike will be with me, Willow. And it doesn't matter we're still going out.” Xander snapped back. Then he felt a tiny niggle of conscience at the hurt look on Willow's face. "Look Willow, I'm an adult and I'm capable of telling what my limits are. If I weren't okay, Spike would be the first to say no, and he's the only one with the right."

"Too bloody right that is, Red,” Spike growled. "Not gonna put Xander in any danger. If he's not up to snuff, I'll put m' foot down, but he'll be okay in a bit, after he feeds and takes a kip. But that's for me to say, not you. I'm his sire.”

Willow looked down from the challenging yellow speckled glare.

"I'm just worried about you, Xander.” She replied in a small voice.

"And I'm not?” Spike snapped. "That's wot you mean isn't it?"

"Well you've never been known to be especially careful about anyone else before, Spike,” Willow fired back.

"Oh, no, you just had to go there.” Xander sighed. He felt Spike change into his true face, and the low enraged growl. The protective rage in the link was a consuming fire.

"No? Then who the bloody hell is it that's stuck around this dump of a town, even when I got the stuffin’ tortured outta me by a feckin' Hell God, or the Slayer takin’ turns fuckin' my brains out one minute n' beatin' me to a bloody pulp the next, then ignorin' and insultin' me. And who took the chance that the bleedin' Initiative would catch me again, but still stayed, huh? Who helped you lot with the uglies and the patrollin’ with never a ‘thank you’, or “I ‘m glad you're around, Spike’. Ya bloody interferin’ bint. Keep your nose out of my business before ya get it sliced off. Xander is my mate, and he's my childe, keep your bloody minded opinions to yerself.” Spike's voice rose to a roar.

The rest of the group sat there in silence their wide eyes going back and forth between the two combatants, and staying out of the fray.

"You got paid for that!” Willow yelled back.” We fed you and paid you."

"Wot? Ya mean the nasty pig shite I had to beg for? A cup here and a cup there that left me more than half starved. Ya took care of your bloody cat better. Ya mean the few dollars the Watcher gave me, that I had ta blackmail out of him, just to buy some bloody fags? Is that the feedin' and payin' you’re talkin' about? And it wasn't we. Was it, ya stupid soddin’ witch? It was the watcher. You didn't give me a bloody buggerin’ thing."

"Spike, that's enough.” Angel growled.

"No, ya great ponce.” Spike roared. "It's not nearly enough. I'm not gonna have anyone interferin' between me and my mate, my childe. Mine. Not you, not her,” he glared at Willow, "Not any bleedin' body.” He glared around at the rest of the group who were still frozen where they sat. "I'm makin' it very bleedin' clear, right here, right now, that I will not have any interference between me and mine. If you try, we'll leave this wankin' pit of a town and you can all go to soddin' hell."

"Xander wouldn't do that, Spike.” Willow said flatly.

"Xander, you wouldn't do that. You wouldn't really leave us, would you?” Willow asked in that tearful, trembly, little girl voice that had always swayed him before LA.

Xander met her eyes and said gently but firmly. "Yes, Willow I would, and I will, if you don't get your head around this.” He felt Spike relax and smug possessiveness flowed through the link. "I am a vampire now. I am Spike's mate. I'm also his childe. I chose him. I went to him before any of you when I came back to town. Spike is who I need. Who I need and want. I can survive without you, and everyone else here, but I can't survive without Spike.” He paused a second and continued.

"You were the old Xander's best friend.” He heard Willow’s pained gasp and several muttered exclamations from around the table, “but that Xander is gone. We can still be friends. But you're going to have to decide whether you want to be friends with me, the new Xander, because the old Xander is dead. I've done everything I can to make it easier for you, but I won't hide like the old Xander did, or cave in to your emotional blackmail or your abuse. That's what got him dead."

"Xander, noooooo. I didn't mean...we didn't.” Willow babbled through her tears.

Xander coolly examined the top of Willow's head, as it was the only part visible to him now. Xander’s eyes wandered from face to face around the table. Giles had a pained expression on his face and he was fiercely cleaning his glasses again, which told Xander how the conversation affected him. Buffy just sat there shoulders slumped looking wan, and oddly defeated. Cordelia had a gloating look on her face as she looked about at everyone. Faith looked Xander in the eye with a wry crooked smile that commiserated, confessed, and begged forgiveness all at the same time. Xander winked at her, and she covered her mouth with one hand to keep back the inappropriate laugh that would have made things much worse.

"He loved you guys so much; he would have died for you. He did die for you. You all ignored him, slighted him, bullied him, devalued him, shoved him to the side, and emasculated him all the time, until you needed him for something. He covered up his pain at your treatment, with jokes and lousy clothes, and clung all the more tightly to you. You hurt him so much, so many times; and you were just oblivious to his pain, as if he didn't have feelings. Soooo," He continued in a calm gentle voice. "You all can either learn to accept and deal with this Xander, who doesn't let you get away all that, and calls you on it. Or not, it's up to you. If you can't do that, Spike and I can hit the road any time."

The room was completely silent after Xander quit speaking, except for the sound of Willow's sobbing and Buffy’s harsh breathing. Even Angel didn't have anything to add.

After a long moment, Giles took a deep breath and broke the silence with a strained voice. "I can certainly see your point Xander. Let me be the first to humbly beg your forgiveness for the shabby treatment you received at my hands. I never meant to harm you, nevertheless, harm still occurred due to decisions I made, rightly or wrongly. I take responsibility for everything I have done, or not done, as the case may be, and will endeavor not to repeat my mistakes. Speaking of which, perhaps you should allow some of us to accompany you tonight on your excursion, just in case you meet with a more complicated situation than you expect.”

Xander twisted a bit and looked at Spike with the question; he could feel disappointment in the link, but Spike gave one sharp nod. He turned back to the table. "We'd be glad to have some company. How about this? Angel, I reckon you need to get out for awhile.” Angel looked up startled, but then nodded and leaned back in his chair with a smug pleased expression.

"Tosser," Spike muttered.

"Wesley?” Xander inquired.

Wesley started, with surprise. "Oh yes, I would like to go with you, if I may. I will look through my magical supplies and see what I can devise before this evening. If you will excuse me, I will go and see to that now. He pushed his chair back quickly and fled the intense atmosphere resounding in the room hastily and with ill-concealed relief.

"Wanker”, Spike again.

Xander leaned back against Spike, glad for the support of his strong solid body. A nap and some TLC from a certain vamp were sounding better and better, he was wiped out.

Spike took over feeling Xander’s exhaustion in the link, after the vision and theatrics. "Right then, that’s settled. Gonna take my boy and feed 'im and put 'im to bed until sundown. He looked at Angel. “We’ll meet you back here around sunset and thrash out what we're doin'."

“Wait! Giles exclaimed holding out a hand with glasses still dangling. “We have yet to determine what Xander saw in this vision, and if it has changed significantly from his previous vision.” Angel leaned forward suddenly his dark intent gaze moving from Xander’s face to Spike’s. “Yes Xander, we’d like to know what you saw.”

“Not on your bloody unlife.” Spike growled. “Xander's knackered. He can tell ya about the soddin’ visions later. He needs lookin’ after right now and that’s wot he’s goin’ ta get, whether you do gooders like it or not. Ya keep forgettin’ ya buggerin’ gits, Xander is a new fledge, with grave dirt still in his hair, so ta speak, and all this shite is not good for him”. Spike challenged, and glared resentfully at Angel in particular. “Have you completely fergot all ya know ‘bout bein’ a sire and raisin’ childer? Ya great poncin’ arse.”

Angel’s eyes flared with anger but before he could reply, Giles placed a restraining hand on his arm. Angel glanced at him in surprise but remained silent though his eyes still glittered, touched with gold, in a stony face.

Giles sighed and sat back, rubbing his face tiredly. “Yes, you are absolutely correct, Xander’s needs should come first”, he reassured Spike hastily.

“For the first time since ya met him, I’d bet my last tuppence.” Spike snarked.

With that, Spike gently pushed a limp Xander off his lap, stood, swept him up in his arms, and carried Xander out of the room. He left the tossers to do whatever the bloody hell they wanted. His only concern was Xander. He strode aggressively down the hallway jaw muscles jumping, the expression on his face made everyone they met give way. He could hear whispers and speculation until he reached the basement and slammed the heavy door shut with a swift kick of his Doc Martin clad foot.
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