Walker of Night Part 5

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Main Points:
Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Summary: Spike tells Xander how he feels following a rescue he and Buffy staged for the trouble magnet.  Also, Angel appears.
Word Count: 1016
Rating: Teen (makeouts!)
Pairing: Xander/Spike

              He looked down at the crumpled figure and for a moment refused to believe it was his Xanpet.  The boy was in pretty bad shape, shaking uncontrollably, blood dripping all over the place.   They’d beat the boy, and that probably didn’t even compare to what they’d done to his mind.  Small whimpers quietly escaped the luscious mouth, the chest barely rising and falling.  Without a word, he bent to pick up the boy and cradled him to his chest, ignoring the hunger that came to the surface at the fresh and dried blood.  Feeding had only gotten Harris into enough trouble before.  He didn’t want to make it any worse.
             
              He wasn’t a very happy bunny when Angel insisted he come over and try to help, as if the great pouf was useful for anything or was still his strong sire instead of a brooding souled vamp.  He’d showed concern for the both of them, and had tried to get Spike to leave Xander’s bedside.  As if that was happening.
              “Sod off,” was Spike’s only reply.  Eventually, he did the only thing that would calm him and his sleeping pet down, and clambered into bed with the great poufster watching, half laying on top of his pet and stroking the hair.  Xander, to his surprise, actually did begin to settle, face becoming less scared and pained.  He could feel the heartbeat, steady and strong, a necessary reminder that his lovely boy was alive.
              “He’s not your childe,” Angel tried to remind him, still standing outside the room uncomfortably.
              “Bloody ‘ell, no,” Spike agreed, “…’e’s much be’er.  My Nightwalker.  Don’ ya have some broodin’ ta do?  Seem ta be behind your quota taday.”
              Predictably, Angel sighed in response, and left to do who knows what.  Brood, probably, seein’ as that was one of his favorite pastimes. 

Eventually Xander stirred, and blinked, confused and weak, into Spike’s eyes.  “Spike?” he asked, barely audible even for the vampire.
              “Ya all right, pet?  Scared us all.”  For once, no jokes, no insults.
              “Why are you in my bed?” he asked, ignoring the question, focusing on the embarrassing part.  He might as well go out and say it, see how it went.
              “Love ya, Xander,” he stated quietly, knowing that if he was rejected the resurgence of the Big Bad was likely to be beyond anyone’s control.
              The boy’s response wasn’t anything like he expected.  A small, sweet smile, like that of a child, came over the innocent face.  “Oh, good.”  And then an arm reached up and tried to draw Spike’s head down, but there wasn’t enough strength there to do that.  Spike swallowed and came willingly, but oddly enough the boy averted his head last minute.  Feeling cheated, the vampire decided to try to get up, but the minute he did…
              There was a sharp pain where neck met shoulder, and then euphoric bliss.  The boy bit him, and was now drawing blood as fast as he could drink, shivering.  Breathy moans occasionally fought their way free of the vampire’s throat.  Fighting through the pleasure, Spike tried to figure out what that meant.  From a vampire, something like that following a declaration of love meant that the attachment was returned.  From Xander, that might mean that the boy was just hungry.  Always hungry, that one.
              But then, the boy hadn’t struggled.  The act of being fed upon was always five parts pleasure and four parts pain, but even so, most couldn’t turn off their minds to ignore the pain, or the fact that they might die, and that knowledge of mortality was something most humans freaked out about.
              Instead he’d laid there, trusting Spike not to take too much.  And the scent...so much like that even now coming from his lovely pet…
              He’d been getting off on it, Spike realized.  He was now.  And then the fangs were being withdrawn, and a gentle tongue soothed the hurt away, closing the punctures in the skin as if they had never been.  The head turned back toward Spike’s, and the vampire could see the love, trust, lust, and innocence warring in those eyes.  A beautiful smile crossed those features, and he was in for the long run now.  “Love ya,” Xander admitted, with the ghost of an English accent tracing the voice lovingly.  An echo of Spike’s accent.  There was definitely a story there.  One he’d love to listen to.
              Later.
              He leaned down toward those gorgeous lips, glistening with blood, and instantly Xander was engaged again, giving as good as he got.  Spike felt a shiver of excitement thrill through him at the taste of his own blood in the boy’s mouth.  When Spike bit his lip, he did the same, and it drew a moan from them both.  Their tongues battled for dominance, and Spike felt the sigh of annoyance tease its way through his mouth and down his throat as he won due to cheating.  Then again, the boy’d never said nipping the tongue was off limits, as long as he didn’t accidentally bite it off.
              Oddly enough, with as much passion as they’d started, the kiss turned into something else by the end.  If anything else, it grew stronger, but in a different way, becoming sweet and tender, the lips speaking the words their voices could not, asking questions about commitment and eternity, loyalty and love, and answering in kind, and they did not pull away for a long, long while.
              When the boy eventually couldn’t hold his breath any longer, he pulled away, panting, and smiled what was probably the biggest, most endearing smile that Spike had ever seen.  “Ta,” he whispered, pulled back a little of the blanket, and snuggled down closer to Spike, falling asleep within seconds.  A strong feeling of affection, stronger than the vampire could remember in his unnaturally long existence, worked its way into his chest, making him feel cozy and loved.  He rolled his eyes, but nosed his way into the curls so his forehead was resting against Xander’s, and petted the chocolate brown hair for a long, long time.