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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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Spike took Xander into the bathroom, set him down on the toilet seat, and stripped him gently but efficiently without a word. They showered quickly; Spike's hands massaged Xander's head with those incredible fingers, and washed the rest of his tired body massaging sore muscles. The hot pounding spray of water and Spike's gentle care went a long way in relieving the residual stuffed head feeling that lingered from his visions and loosened knotted muscles. Spike dried him quickly, turned on the electric blanket, and tucked him into the bed. Then he left the room only to return shortly with heated blood. Xander gulped it down greedily with murmured thanks and sank back under the covers with a groan of pure contentment. He must have dozed because he roused when a naked Spike spooned up behind him and wrapped him in strong arms. He sighed in bliss, snuggled gratefully back against Spike’s solid reassuring presence, and let his eyes fall shut again.

Xander woke feeling refreshed and ready to go. He stretched lightly, turned over in the arms that encircled him, and looked at his beautiful bedmate. He lifted a hand and let his fingers gently trace the sharp features that looked so innocent in sleep. Like an angel. Xander giggled suddenly, thinking of the reaction that would get him if he were to say it aloud.

"Wot's so funny, ya brat.” Spike’s sleepy growl just made Xander’s grin widen. A fallen angel he decided. He hitched up and ran his tongue over those pouty lips in little kitten licks, and then plunged it in between them to seek the treasure behind them. Spike opened his mouth eagerly and suckled on the agile muscle invading his mouth. Xander groaned in response. He broke away panting for unneeded air. “We don’t have time to play, do we?”

Spike growled resentfully. “Not if we’re gonna meet with the poof and his pet watcher and knock together a half arsed plan for t’night. Wanted to hunt with you tonight. If they’re hanging on our coattails there’s gonna be a right bloody poof sized pain in our arses. I can hear the self-righteous wanker now. ‘They’re humans, Spike.’ ‘I don’t kill humans, Spike.’ ‘I’m so good and noble, Spike.’ ‘Don’t do that Spike.’ Spike rolled his eyes and snorted.

Xander laughed, and stuck his nose in Spike’s hair, took a deep breath of Spike scent, and hummed with pleasure. “Well,” he mumbled, “he might surprise you with Angelus being merged in there. I expect him to be fiercer than he has been, not as inhibited by that stick up his ass. And are we really discussing Duckula in our bed? I mean ewwww, don’t wanna have any associations between Duckula and sex, no way, no how.”

Spike reached down and smacked a bare butt cheek sharply. Xander grinned wider, his nose still buried in platinum hair. “If you keep doing that, we’ll be late, I can guarantee it.”

Spike barked out a laugh. “Who would’ve thought such a perverted sex fiend lurked in the Slayer’s white knight?”

Xander pulled back and smirked down into amused blue eyes touched with gold. “Perverted? If you want perverted, I can do perverted”, he purred. His eyes gleamed with lust as he raked his eyes over the bare flesh he could see. The link thrummed with lustful promise. “Wait until we’ve got more time to play.”

Spike’s eyebrow shot up, “Oh and what are ya gonna show me, Xaaaannnderrr?” His voice growled out low and husky.

Xander’s cock went from half-mast to hard as stone at that tone; he dipped down and bit Spike’s too tempting bottom lip as he groaned out. “You’ll just have to wait and see cock tease.” He reluctantly pulled back, rolled off the side of the bed, and enjoyed a big joint popping stretch, cock bouncing.

“Only a cock tease if you don’t give over.”

Xander went still suddenly and tilted his head in that listening pose that made Spike’s belly clench with want. “Sun is almost down. We had better get dressed. I can hear the righteous bitching now if we’re late because we’ve been snogging, as you say, and other….things.” He smirked naughtily at Spike over his shoulder, and put a little extra wiggle in his walk as he walked to the dresser and began pulling drawers open.

Spike cursed luridly, eyes glued to Xander’s swaying ass, as he crawled from the warmth of the bed with his own unsatisfied cock. He joined Xander in searching through their clothing for something suitable for the night’s activities. “Poofter is always ruinin’ my fun,” he grumbled with a sexy pout.

Xander kissed Spike’s irresistible pout, soothing his disgruntled mate, and his face lit up with wicked anticipation. “It’s alright Spike. We’ll find whatever wicked fun is to be had before the night is over.”

Spike successfully distracted, Xander paused in his search for a split second considering, “where are the duffel bags?”

“Duffels are under the bed.” Spike replied still digging through drawers.

Xander went back to the bed and dropped to his knees fishing around under it until he snagged the handles of the duffel bags and pulled them out. He unzipped them and dug around inside purring with satisfaction when he found what he was looking for. He pulled out a handful of the thin light chain mail and waggled it at Spike “, Here,” he said enthusiastically. “Put these on first. They won’t make a difference in the way our clothes fit. They’re as thin as underwear.”

Spike looked up from his pawing, and crossed to the bed, took the handful of fragile looking chain mail from his boy, looking at the handful he held dubiously, then back at Xander with a cocked eyebrow.

“They may look like they’re useless, but I watched a demon use a sledge hammer and a sword on a dummy that was dressed in these things, and there wasn’t even a scratch on the dummy when he took em off. It’s the weirdest metal I’ve ever seen. I dunno if it’s spelled or what, but they’re gonna come in handy. I’d be more comfortable knowing that you’re wearing it.

Putting action to words he stood with his own handful and taking the mail shirt, he tossed the bottoms on the bed. He pulled the thin chain mail shirt over his head and, and adjusted the hood so that it lay flat down his back. The shirt molded to him as though it were a second skin. He flexed experimentally, and swung his arms, it didn’t bind anywhere, and he could feel it stretching with every movement. He also felt a slight tingle wherever the mail touched his skin. It was an odd sensation, but nothing that would be too distracting. He grabbed the bottoms, sat down on the bed, and pulled them on over his feet, standing as he worked them up his bare thighs. He hesitated as he got to his still interested cock. He let out a longsuffering sigh, eased the waist up over his swollen member, and smiled in relief when they didn’t pinch. The bottoms adjusted to fit him just as the shirt had and didn’t bind either.

He pranced happily back to the dresser and resumed his search for something to wear. While Spike muttered his way through donning his own mail. A sudden wicked thought crossed his mind. He grinned as he pulled out the pants and shirt he’d worn the last time he and Spike had hunted together. With an evil laugh he began pulling them on. He carefully zipped the fly over his cock, hissing a bit in pain/pleasure at the tightness squeezing the sensitive organ.

Spike looked startled for a second, then looked up at Xander through his lashes with an evil grin, tongue curled behind his teeth. “Got a problem there childe?” As Xander got within arm’s length, he reached out and ran a finger slowly up Xander’s fly coming to rest on the button closure, reveling in the flare of lust in the link. Xander glowered back and let out an amused snort at the smugness coming from Spike through the bond. Spike chuckled gleefully, bounced up from the bed, and liking Xander’s idea, dug through the drawers eagerly until he also found the clothes he had worn the night they had last hunted together. He held them up, fondly recalling the night he’d last worn them, and sighed with satisfaction as he began putting them on. He could feel Xander’s building anticipation in the link.

They both donned the same steel toed boots, and even the same socks they had worn on that not so long ago night. They fished their dusters out of the closet and Xander dug in his pockets for the magic map. Finding it, he refolded it, stuffed it back in the pocket, and began a new search for the long bladed sidhe knife. “Do you have your knife, Spike?

“S’ right here safe and sound,” as he slid the knife in question into a loop on the inside of his duster. He looked up to find Xander gazing enviously at the alterations he had made to his duster. “We can do the same thing to your coat when we have time, it’s right convenient, it is.”

Xander bounced over to him and gave him quick nasty wet kiss, and whirled away, sat down on the bed again, and started digging in the still open duffel bags. He pulled out the Wolfram & Hart laptop, “we need to do something with this thing. The information on it is not gonna be good for much longer.”

Spike looked at it thoughtfully, “Right then, ‘bout that. I might know a fella. We’ll see if he’s still about town, sometime t’night.”

“Fan-fucking-tastic, I’d rather not get caught with it. I don’t think it would be good for our health. I never thought of trying to get at the accounts myself. Thought had nothing to do with it; it just seemed like a good idea to take it at the time. But with Willow and Fred here, they might be able to raid these accounts without getting caught. You want to talk to them or just keep it to ourselves?”

Spike hesitated; head bowed sucking at his teeth, before speaking again. He looked back up at Xander intently, pushing his hands down into his duster pockets. “I’m thinkin’ the less anybody else knows about it the better for everybody. I know the fella we’ll be looking for can do the job, got all kinds of nightsider and human contacts all over the world, and other dimensions too. N’ he owes me a couple of favors. If it can be done, he’ll do it. He’ll know that to keep his skin intact he’s got to keep his gob shut. And this thing’ll have him salivating like a starvin’ dog.”

Xander grinned, tapped the laptop decisively, and bounded off the bed. “That’s what we’ll do then. I wasn’t too eager to let the others in on this little secret of ours either, to tell you the truth.” He grunted as he toed the duffel bags back under the bed and out of sight. “I trust your judgment and the fewer that know about the connection between this thing and us, the safer we’ll be when the fallout starts. And we both know there’s gonna be a hella lot of fallout. I’d prefer it be far, far away from us when it starts, and the sooner and the farther away from us, the better.”

He joined Spike and they stalked to the door, he handed off the laptop to Spike while he shrugged into his duster, then they paused at the door to look around the room and take a swift inventory. “Have we got everything? Map, check. Laptop, check. Weapons, check. Protection, check. Sire, check. I can’t think of anything else, can you?” Xander grinned mischievously.

“Right then, let’s go, ya cheeky bugger, the quicker we take care of business, the quicker we can get back to the shagging.”

Angel and Wesley were waiting for them when they stalked into the War Room; they turned to look as Spike entered followed by Xander. Xander flicked a glance at their partners in crime for the night. Angel wore his duster. Wesley was wearing leathers. “It might be better if we did our planning in the basement. We can leave through the tunnel exit as soon as we have a something workable hashed out.”

Angel nodded, "that’s a good idea”, and moved toward the door. The four of them filed out, and walked back down the hallway, quickly retracing the route back to the basement. Curious eyes and girlish giggles followed them through the hallways until they closed the heavy basement door behind them, abruptly cutting off the noise filtering down from the rest of the house They silently made their way to the kitchen and pulled out chairs, settling themselves comfortably around the small table.

“If you’re ready, let’s get this party started.” Xander pulled out the map and muttered under his breath for the map to show him where to find Caleb and his army of nasty little creeps. The lines on the map had mostly settled by the time he unfolded it, laid it flat on the table, and smoothed out the creases. It showed Sunnydale and the house they were standing in, and an X marked a spot on another portion of the map, with several multi colored lines that curved and twisted between them. Xander blinked at the lines in surprise.

Wesley and Angel leaned forward to examine the map curiously. “Xander, where did you obtain this map?” Wesley asked after a moment, his eyes rounded with awe.

Xander fidgeted a second, fiddling with a corner of said map, and thought about his answer. He glanced quickly at Spike, who was sitting with his chair balanced against the wall on two legs, before answering. “I bought it from a demon after Wolfram & Hart was ransacked, there were demons everywhere selling all kinds of stuff on the streets. The demon didn’t say where he got it, and I didn’t ask. It’s been very useful.” He shrugged. He could feel Spike’s possessive pride through the link and smothered a smirk before it could work its’ way onto his face. Angel glanced at him sharply then at Spike.

“Do you have any idea what you have here?” Wesley picked up the map reverently and held it up to his face examining it minutely. His eyes gleamed with envious lust.

“It’s a map.” Xander grinned and held up a hand to stay a protest. “Correction, it’s a magical map.”

Wesley looked up indignantly. “This is not anything as mundane as just any magical map, Xander. Magical maps are really rather common and are easily created by those with the magical knowledge and ability. It is quite simple to make a map that shows you where to locate a person or place. However, this is magic of a higher magnitude. This map however is extraordinary. The magic of this map reads your intent and your desires, it responds only to the one who owns it. There is nothing in this world that this map cannot locate, and show you how to gain access to it.” Wesley’s voice took on a familiar lecturing tone and Angel snickered.

Wesley glowered at him even while he continued to speak. “The Sidhe created this map, if I am not terribly mistaken, and I don’t believe that I am. There are only two of these maps that have been granted to mortals in the entire history of the world. A powerful wizard has one of them in his possession under the most powerful guarding spells. And the other disappeared approximately two hundred years ago. No one knows who has it, and there are no written records that recount what happened to it. If this is the same map, it is priceless. The Sidhe do not share their magic with mortals or demons. Magical items such as this are gifts only awarded for some great service or favor to the Sidhe. The reigning Queen or King must consent to the award, and that consent has been granted perhaps a handful of times in the recorded history of humans and demons. Have you used it prior to this?” He asked curiously, eyes still glued to the map.

Xander nodded looking at Angel out of the corner of his eye. “Yeah, I used it to track down Angelus, and to find Angel’s soul. You just ask it to show you where to find what you’re looking for; It shows you where it is, and how to get there, the safest way or the fastest way, or both. It depends on how you ask. It will show you where you are on the lines at any point too, but I haven’t seen more than one line before and definitely not different colored lines.

“Spike brought his chair down with a thump interrupting the conversation. “ Watchers,” he snorted contemptuously. “If you’re through admirin’ the thing, we need ta get busy usin’ it. We have it now, and knowin’ the whole bleedin’ history of it won’t make it work any better. There’s time enough to gab about it later.”

Wesley blushed a rosy color. Xander and Spike watched with interest as the hot blood rose to the surface of his skin. Xander could feel the saliva pooling in his mouth at the warmth, and scent, of all that delicious blood so close. He really needed to get out and hunt.

Angel threw Spike a hard look and growled a warning, “Spike”.

“Wot?” Spike challenged lifting his chin. “Ya know the watcher’ll gab on about it all night if ya let ‘im. We have places to go and spyin’ to do. Let’s get on with it or we’ll be sittin’ here still gabbin’ when the sun comes up,” he snarked with a defiant curl of his lip at Angel.

Wesley put a restraining hand on Angel’s arm, and quickly laid the map back on the table. “Oh my, I am terribly sorry.” He coughed self-consciously. “I do tend to get rather distracted by my enthusiasms. By all means, let us get on with the task at hand. I would appreciate a chance to examine this map more closely when the current crisis is over, however.” He looked at Xander, “with your permission of course Xander”.

With that, all four of them leaned over the map. Xander traced one of the colored lines with his finger. “I don’t recognize this route. He looked at Spike and then Angel. “Does it look familiar to you guys?”

Spike dug in his pocket for cigarettes and lighter. He looked at the map thinking a moment while he tapped one out and flicked open his lighter. “Might be the sewer system, all the nightsiders know about it ‘n all of ‘em use it to get about town when the sun’s up. There are other demons ‘sides vamps that have an allergy to the sun.” He continued lighting his cigarette, and took a long drag; he lifted his chin and puffed out a cloud of smoke, following it with his eyes.

“Spike,” Angel said in a longsuffering tone, “Put it out”.

Spike gave him an indignant look and started to speak but Xander cut him off.

“No. You don’t make the rules here Angel.” Xander said flatly. Angel swung his gaze to Xander and growled. His nostrils flared wide and his eyes sparked gold. Xander met his stare squarely, growled back, and continued in the same flat voice. “This is just as much his home as anyone else’s and he can damned well strip off, and walk the halls stark naked smoking three at a time if he wants to.”

Spike lifted his chin higher, deliberately took another deep drag, and insolently blew smoke at Angel. “My boy told ya, didn’t he, ya great poof? Keep ya soddin’ do goody rules to yourself.”

Angel sat back in his chair and closed his eyes. Xander’s flat, cold gaze followed every minute move of the elder vampire. Waiting.

Angel rubbed his face and rolled his eyes to the ceiling. “Why me, he begged the ceiling, why two of them?”

Xander’s laugh sounded like cracked gravel. “It’s a case of: you made your own bed, or rather Angelus made it for you, and now you get to lay in it.”

Angel’s face hardened and he dropped his gaze to the table.

Xander cut the moment short with an irritated snort and turned to Spike. “So you think this line here,” he tapped the line in question,“ starts with the tunnel down here and ends up under Sunnyhell?”

Spike nodded, “might do. We didn’t look too far down that tunnel when we were checkin’ for ways in n’ out, just far enough to see that no one’s used it in a long time.”

Xander switched his gaze to Angel. “What do you think?”

“Oh, and ye want my opinion now, do ye boy?”

That cheerfully sarcastic voice hit Xander like a lightening bolt. He froze; then changed, leaping at the older vampire with a savage snarl. His charge overturned the table with a jarring crash. Spike’s reflexes were excellent. He caught his enraged fledge by a coat sleeve and jerked hard, whirling Xander into his embrace. Clasping him by the back of the head with a firm hand, he pressed Xander’s face into his shoulder; he wrapped the other arm around his boy’s leather covered back, and held on as a growling snarling Xander bucked and twisted to get free. Xander’s rage consumed the link, and Spike shook his head hard and clamped down on the link as well as he could to keep the maelstrom from sucking him in.

Angel had leaped from his chair; overturning it with a crash and was standing back from the table in game face. He laughed. “Better tend to your lad Spike, if you want him to stay healthy,” he growled.

Xander bucked harder, twisting his body like an eel, snarling and spitting. He was stronger than most fledges and almost broke free. Spike readjusted his grip and held him tighter. “Bloody buggerin’ fuckin’ hell Xander”, he cursed, “he’s not Angelus.” He tried calming Xander through the link but it was a wasted effort. The storm of emotions that rose to the surface when Xander heard that voice was a devouring vortex that allowed nothing else to register. His mouth straightened into a grim line when Xander kept struggling mindlessly against his hold. Then he changed and let out a roar that made Xander freeze in mid wiggle and slump bonelessly against him panting for unneeded breath.

Wesley still sat frozen in his chair, taken by surprise at the sudden eruption of violence and destruction; his complexion drained of all color. He looked like he was about to faint. He turned his head slowly and looked at Angel, as he took in the game face and the sarcastic smirk; his eyes widened and his face lost more color if that was possible. “A..A..Angel?” He stammered in a weak voice.

Spike crowed, “that’s what you get for tryin’ to rile my boy, ya fangless wanker. Look what you’re doin'. Your pet watcher is ready to piss his pants. He thinks Angelus has come to visit again, he does.”

“Shut up Spike,”Angel snarled and turned toward Wesley taking a step in his direction and freezing in place when the former watcher recoiled as far as the chair would let him, eyes wide with alarm.

“And just what is going on down here?” An angry voice cut across the frozen tableau like a whip crack.

Angel and Spike snapped their heads toward the doorway where Buffy stood with hands on hips, her face flushed with anger. Giles stood behind her peering over a shoulder, as she took in the room, the destruction; and folded her arms across her chest. “Well, I’m waiting. Explain the vampy faces and the sudden desire to kill furniture.” She said impatiently rolling her eyes.

Xander broke free of Spike’s hold and fired a green gold glare at Angel. “And you’re gonna be waiting a long time yet, before I explain myself, try asking the fangless asshole.” He growled as he stalked toward the overturned table. Wesley, who had relaxed somewhat when Buffy and Giles appeared, recoiled in his chair again; his back audibly impacting with the back of his chair, as Xander got close to him. He froze as Xander’s dead cold stare followed his movements with interest, and growled low in his throat like cat. When Wesley made no other movement, Xander turned away, bent, and snatched the map up from the floor. Snarling to himself, he prowled to the second kitchen entrance in a graceful loose-limbed predatory way that incited Spike’s lust. Then he was gone heading toward the tunnel.

Spike shook away his game face and stalked after Xander. “We’re goin.’ You can bloody well stand around with your thumbs up your arses the rest of the night, wastin’ moonlight if ya want. Me ‘n the boy has things to do.” He threw over his shoulder as he went through the entryway. He heard them begin talking behind him; Buffy’s raised voice and Giles’s calmer lower tone, questioning Angel and Wesley. But he didn’t care about that. He was finding his boy now. He knew Xander was waiting for him, he could feel Xander’s impatience to be gone in the link.

*Feckin’ wankers, talkin’ everythin’ ta death. Spike thought irritably. Angelus couldn’t pour piss out of a boot with the directions written on the sole, without some kind of argument first. He just has to act like the big man even if it makes things harder for everybody around him. And if he isn’t in charge he’ll cause all kinds of havoc. He used ta drive Darla barmy with his bedevilin’. Xander won’t put up with it though, showed that silly sod a thing or two. My boy sure put him in his place quick enough; defended me right proper he did.” Spike chuckled to himself. Got to catch up with my boy and see to him”.*
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