Taming the Hyena

[madimpossibledreamer]

The idea for this one is actually super old (it's saved under aurelius giles).  It mostly stems from the idea that Giles would make terrifying vampire lord, and how he would violate all his morals (like ‘don’t have sex with the girl who is basically my daughter’—if it’s your ship, that’s fine, it just wigs me out because above reason/how I interpret the ‘text’ so I don’t think it’d happen in most worlds).  I also feel human Spike would be very Watcher material (a vamped Watcher would also be interesting, huh?) and Ethan’s the other Watcher (taking Wesley’s place).  I have no idea where Willow is at this point, but Jenny makes a better counterpoint to Darla than she does.  (Incidentally, it means that both the two eldest of the Scourge have magic, which is Really Bad News.)  Giles is, unfortunately, more in control, aware of prophecies and all that, so he killed the Master and took his place as leader of the Aurelius clan.  (He probably was a Watcher way back when, or at least from a Watcher family, which terrifyingly enough gives him more knowledge with which to tear apart the Watcher’s Council from the inside.)
~Dreamer~

Main Points:
Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Summary: Watcher William has a slight pointy problem.
Word Count: 895
Rating: Teen (offscreen sexytimes)
Spike/Xander

         “Don’t leave,” the vampire whines, clutching at William, who chuckles.
         “You are going to put some trousers on, because the children are going to be back any minute now and I refuse to let them see a naked vampire, particularly after sex.”
         The Hyena grins predatorily and stretches.  “You know, at the very least your Slayer has already seen at least one vampire undressed, right?”
         Will just sighs.  “Please, don’t remind me.”  He gets slightly distracted getting dressed himself, watching Xander pull the jeans on.  “I’m still trying to repress it from my memory.”  He shakes it off and continues.  “I’m honestly surprised.  Most literature on vampires says that feeding always occurs during sex.”
         The yawn is wide and adorable.  Given how harmless he appears most of the time, sometimes it’s hard to believe all the stories, despite the fact that they’ve seen some of them first-hand.  “I like to keep it pure.  Well, as vanilla as possible; the fact that you’re a human covers my temperature kink nicely, but as for blood—no.”
         “Is it to do with the Scourge of Europe?”  Will asks, as delicately as he can, and sees Xander flinch a little, eyes turning feral at the question. 
         “Maybe a little.”  He stretches, showing off his muscles.  “Ripper’s not much for comfort.  The stories you hear about him are true.  The Slayer’s Slayer isn’t much better—and this from the guy who was turned by her and loved her, once upon a time.  Janna…well, she didn’t really engage in the whole ‘vampire families are incestuous’ thing, just liked to test new spells on us.”
         He zips and buttons his pants and does his best impression of an innocent human.  “Besides, as you know, I like to just be contrary.  Did you know that some enterprising vamp’s churning out an entire line of blood drinks?  I didn’t have to pay for them; coulda just murdered some of the suppliers’ faces, but I'm a strong believer that innovators like that should really get paid for their hard work.  I brought in a few sodas and stashed them in your fridge.”
         Pratt makes a face.  “I’m lucky I didn’t accidentally try one by mistake.  Warn me next time.”
         “Whoops,” Xander says goofily, but the smile on his face suggests he finds the idea amusing.
         The front door slams open.  “Pratt, you’ll never guess what—” his Slayer starts, and Xander snickers—probably at the name, the immature twat—and her sentence immediately dies out.  There’s a stake in her hand, and while William's proud at the quick gesture, he wishes it wasn’t toward his lover.
         “Now, I understand ‘consorting’ with the enemy, especially when he’s so sexy,” she begins.
         Xander grins one of those feral grins and sits, annoyingly putting his feet on the table.  “Thank you,” he interjects.
         “But I thought we made some kinda pact we weren’t gonna do it anymore?” Faith continues, making a show of leaning up against a wall and relaxing herself, even though everyone in the room knows she’s actually preparing for a fight.
         “I thought I’d warn you—Lady Elizabeth Summers, who all of you know as Buffy, is back in town.”  Xander actually gets serious at the declaration, only smiling grimly at William’s startled look.  “Yeah, sorry, I’d meant to mention it earlier, but I got kinda…distracted.”
         “Why would you warn us?” Andrew asks, staying as close to the door as possible.  It wouldn’t help him if the Hyena was really here to do some damage, but it’s good to see Andrew has some sense of self-preservation.
         “Why wouldn’t I?”  Xander asks, actually sounding vaguely irritated.  “Humans are the ones making awesome movies and comic books and video games.  I’d really rather you continue.”  He glances at William, expression softening.  “Besides, loyal humans are loyal.  They don’t abandon you.  When I was alive, I lied to myself.  Told myself I wasn’t a wuss, that I didn’t care for the comfort or cuddling or compassion.  That I was powerful, that I could—and should—take whatever I wanted or needed.  That I was heterosexual.  When I was turned…” he shrugs.  “I didn’t have to lie to myself anymore.  I could kiss whoever I wanted, and if they objected I could just kill them.  If I felt like it, I could revel in a bloodbath.  If I wanted to spare someone, I could do that too.  If I wanted to just read stolen penny dreadfuls, I could do that.  I really hate being told what to do, so for obvious reasons I didn’t enjoy the whole Scourge of Europe thing once I finally got over my big-boy crush on Buffy.”
         Faith has a predatory smile of her own as she plays with her knife.  “I can get behind doing something just because you’re told not to.”
         Xander shrugs, sharing a look with the Slayer (that actually gets William jealous; keep it together).  “Well, they can’t forbid you from doing anything if you don’t know what you’re doing in the first place, but yeah, the idea’s there.”
         The Watcher clears his throat.  “I have a feeling I shouldn’t be hearing this,” he warns them, and Andrew starts giggling hysterically.
         “So don’t,” is Xander’s advice, which earns a high-five from Faith and a roll of the eyes from William at his—who’s he kidding—boyfriend’s suggestion to employ selective hearing.