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Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Iron Man Crossover (Self-Made Hero)
Summary: Xander doesn't just passively go along with everything Anya suggests...
Word Count: 850
Rating: Teen
Note: follow up in a way that is actually a prequel to Much Ado About Something
Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Iron Man Crossover (Self-Made Hero)
Summary: Xander doesn't just passively go along with everything Anya suggests...
Word Count: 850
Rating: Teen
Note: follow up in a way that is actually a prequel to Much Ado About Something
When Spike finally reaches the top of the magical elevator, he looks like he’s ready for them to shout it’s all a joke and humiliate the vampire, send him back to his room.
Which, well, Xander supposes is fair enough, but he’s nervous enough about this, even though he’d been good and gotten all his homework done and gave Buffy the extra long weekend off and sent off a text to Tara saying ‘treat Willow and really really don’t let her stop over, Anya’s looking forward to really celebrating the holidays ;)’. She’d just sent back a smiley face, which is fair enough considering he’s still light-years ahead of everyone else on texting speed. Spike being nervous is going to freak him out, too.
“Good, you’re here. You can have sex with us as long as you apologize for the things you said on Adam’s behalf.” Anya, business-like as usual. Which, well, honestly is kind of part of the reason he’d finally given in to her request for a threesome, because he enjoys foreplay and she often doesn’t see the point. “Should we begin?”
She’s already stripping, but the room is silent, and Xander realizes she’s missing critical aspects of human interaction again and manages to drag his eyes away from her to look at Spike instead. The look in his eyes…is lonely. Is hungry. More than anything else, is still that disbelieving, like he expects them to be holding this out for him, like a treat, only to pull it back out of reach.
“Spike.” And then the vampire’s gaze is razor-sharp, focused, in his direction, and it’s…
It’s honestly kind of intoxicating. But then, Tony’s made a ton of speeches while drunk or horny, and while only one of the two really applies in this case, it’s still enough experience to get him to continue rather than just sit there uselessly. “I guess we didn’t really discuss this much, but. Anya and I were talking, she wanted a threesome, I said okay.”
The way those blue eyes soften, Tony knows exactly what he’s thinking. Just a prezzie for the one you love. The sort of thing he would’ve done for Dru.
“Part of it is that I told her I don’t exactly have a problem with men. Or demons. Obviously.” He gestures, vaguely, in the direction of the bed, because he doesn’t want to glance over and see Anya and get distracted again. “Our discussion was really long, but we finally agreed on you. Because we both find you hot, and because you’re loyal, and, well. I’m willing to run the risk you won’t kiss and tell because you’re fair even if you’re still kinda evil, and Anya thinks Buffy would probably try to stake you whether or not you can prove anything.”
“I find your demonic honesty refreshing,” Anya adds from the bed, and that gets the slightest hint of a smirk.
“We’ve tried out a lot, so we’re up for a lot. It might honestly just end up being this weekend, though if you want to leave at any time that’s fine. We’ll definitely have to talk about what we want to do before we do it, but…” he shrugs. “…anyway, that’s the deal.”
Blue eyes narrow in Xander’s direction, and he saunters up, all sex and leather, and his mouth goes a little dry even as Tony smirks, big and self-assured, in the real world. “So what about you, luv?” He reaches out to caress Xander’s chest, and rather than pull away Knight arches into it because he knows this is a test and hell if he’s about to fail it.
“You’re not the first man I’ve made out with. Or the first vampire. This’ll go a little further than usual, but Ahn loves the strap-on she bought, and if you think through the entirety of the universe all Tony Starks are straight-laced and vanilla clearly you haven’t been paying attention.” He reaches up and plays with Spike’s neck, and, bingo, he guessed right about the erotic point of a vampire. Those eyes are practically dark and that low, constant growl might well be a cat’s purr.
“If you’re going to kiss, please do it where I can see you both,” Anya requests, pouting.
Xander’s expression turns a little more fond. “He needed the reassurance, dear. We had to talk our vampire out of his insecurities.”
Spike’s expression stutters, and his eyes narrow, turning just a little more gold. He swallows, just the slightest hint of the vulnerability still there. “No offense meant, pet. Just knew where t’hurt, to twist the truth, but then, it helped you lot realize you were drifting apart. I should get a bloody medal.”
Knight grins and nods, and the uncertainty flows off the vampire like water, leaving cocky assurance. In one swift, inhuman movement, he’s lifted Xander easily into a bridal carry. “I’ll show you insecurities,” he growls, and the kiss is hard and passionate and bruising as he carries Xander over to the bed. He doesn’t even have to look to see Anya’s expression in his mind’s eye.
Which, well, Xander supposes is fair enough, but he’s nervous enough about this, even though he’d been good and gotten all his homework done and gave Buffy the extra long weekend off and sent off a text to Tara saying ‘treat Willow and really really don’t let her stop over, Anya’s looking forward to really celebrating the holidays ;)’. She’d just sent back a smiley face, which is fair enough considering he’s still light-years ahead of everyone else on texting speed. Spike being nervous is going to freak him out, too.
“Good, you’re here. You can have sex with us as long as you apologize for the things you said on Adam’s behalf.” Anya, business-like as usual. Which, well, honestly is kind of part of the reason he’d finally given in to her request for a threesome, because he enjoys foreplay and she often doesn’t see the point. “Should we begin?”
She’s already stripping, but the room is silent, and Xander realizes she’s missing critical aspects of human interaction again and manages to drag his eyes away from her to look at Spike instead. The look in his eyes…is lonely. Is hungry. More than anything else, is still that disbelieving, like he expects them to be holding this out for him, like a treat, only to pull it back out of reach.
“Spike.” And then the vampire’s gaze is razor-sharp, focused, in his direction, and it’s…
It’s honestly kind of intoxicating. But then, Tony’s made a ton of speeches while drunk or horny, and while only one of the two really applies in this case, it’s still enough experience to get him to continue rather than just sit there uselessly. “I guess we didn’t really discuss this much, but. Anya and I were talking, she wanted a threesome, I said okay.”
The way those blue eyes soften, Tony knows exactly what he’s thinking. Just a prezzie for the one you love. The sort of thing he would’ve done for Dru.
“Part of it is that I told her I don’t exactly have a problem with men. Or demons. Obviously.” He gestures, vaguely, in the direction of the bed, because he doesn’t want to glance over and see Anya and get distracted again. “Our discussion was really long, but we finally agreed on you. Because we both find you hot, and because you’re loyal, and, well. I’m willing to run the risk you won’t kiss and tell because you’re fair even if you’re still kinda evil, and Anya thinks Buffy would probably try to stake you whether or not you can prove anything.”
“I find your demonic honesty refreshing,” Anya adds from the bed, and that gets the slightest hint of a smirk.
“We’ve tried out a lot, so we’re up for a lot. It might honestly just end up being this weekend, though if you want to leave at any time that’s fine. We’ll definitely have to talk about what we want to do before we do it, but…” he shrugs. “…anyway, that’s the deal.”
Blue eyes narrow in Xander’s direction, and he saunters up, all sex and leather, and his mouth goes a little dry even as Tony smirks, big and self-assured, in the real world. “So what about you, luv?” He reaches out to caress Xander’s chest, and rather than pull away Knight arches into it because he knows this is a test and hell if he’s about to fail it.
“You’re not the first man I’ve made out with. Or the first vampire. This’ll go a little further than usual, but Ahn loves the strap-on she bought, and if you think through the entirety of the universe all Tony Starks are straight-laced and vanilla clearly you haven’t been paying attention.” He reaches up and plays with Spike’s neck, and, bingo, he guessed right about the erotic point of a vampire. Those eyes are practically dark and that low, constant growl might well be a cat’s purr.
“If you’re going to kiss, please do it where I can see you both,” Anya requests, pouting.
Xander’s expression turns a little more fond. “He needed the reassurance, dear. We had to talk our vampire out of his insecurities.”
Spike’s expression stutters, and his eyes narrow, turning just a little more gold. He swallows, just the slightest hint of the vulnerability still there. “No offense meant, pet. Just knew where t’hurt, to twist the truth, but then, it helped you lot realize you were drifting apart. I should get a bloody medal.”
Knight grins and nods, and the uncertainty flows off the vampire like water, leaving cocky assurance. In one swift, inhuman movement, he’s lifted Xander easily into a bridal carry. “I’ll show you insecurities,” he growls, and the kiss is hard and passionate and bruising as he carries Xander over to the bed. He doesn’t even have to look to see Anya’s expression in his mind’s eye.
