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Torchwood Aftershock: Halloween 8 & 9 & 10 &11
Main Points:
Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Torchwood crossover
Summary: Would you look at that, more stuff from 2012. This one is a follow-up to a Choose Your Own Adventure Halloween adventure I may or may not finish eventually where Xander ends up with Captain Xan in his head. This one I actually had some episode tags for how things changed through the series. We've got the second half of Innocence, Bewitched, Bothered, & Bewildered, Killed by Death, and one instance of Spike & Xander fight-flirting. There's one summary but it's mostly fanfic.
Word Count: 1838
Rating: Teen
Pairing: Spike/Xander
warning: some torture but not graphic like the Slayer's Mad Whelp story Place of Despair, kiss + some making out (& possibly dubious consent as the halloween Captain Xan is a bit more into it than Xander who hasn't accepted it yet)
Innocence
Spike felt a bit frozen. For the first time in forever, he had as long as he wanted to examine the body, as Xander moaned and tried to struggle his way into consciousness.
He ran his hands over the body. Just as muscled as he’d remembered. He leant forward, rested his forehead against the other’s, then went further down to kiss those warm lips.
At first, there was no reaction, then, to his surprise, the boy started to kiss back. Gentle, warm, a hint of passion but nothing like the kisses he’d get from Dru. Or the ones the Captain had given him.
Surprisingly enough, he was enjoying every second of it. It had been forever since there had been sanctuary in a kiss. Comfort in love.
Suddenly, Xander began struggling, and eventually broke away, fear shining in those sensitive brown eyes. Spike wanted to shake the boy, yell at him not to be scared, but he couldn’t. Angelus might be watching him even now, and if he died at his grandsire’s hands...well, he’d just prefer Spike to be the one to end his life.
Instead, he leaned forward, putting one hand on the back of Xander’s neck, stroking gently, remembering with memories that were not his own that the Captain had found this very soothing. Indeed, he’d relaxed, long enough for him to sink his fangs into the neck.
The blood that exploded into his mouth was every bit and even more than he had expected. This was gourmet, luxury blood. Why had he ever had anything else? It wasn’t crunchy or texturey, how he liked, but the smoothness in of itself was...
He moaned, licking at the skin, trying to get more of that luscious blood.
Ordinarily, feeding was enough to get him randy. This was like a hundred of those, and he was already in agony by how extraordinarily pleasurable it was.
A twitch that might have been a weakened Xander hitting out at him brought him back to his senses. He had to follow orders if Xander was to die with a minimum of pain, and drinking him dry wasn’t part of the bargain. He swallowed, then used some of the chains lying about to chain his human in the middle of the room. If his heart still beat, it would have been pounding.
The moans were usually music to his ears. This time, they were like stabs. He would’ve flinched if he could. Instead, he continued with the crowbar, the knife, punching.
Eventually, a Xander who could barely move glanced up, eyes surprisingly awake. Blood dripped down a stray lock of hair, dripping onto his cheeks like tears. He nearly jumped as thought flowed between them. Don’t...don’t react, Spike. Please. I...understand. I understand and I forgive you and believe me, this is not the end. This is nowhere near the end, and I’ve had worse. I trust you.
How...Why? He didn’t deserve any of it. Why was Xander willing to give him...
Inside, William wept as he hurt the man he loved until he didn’t move anymore.
“You didn’t use your railroad spike. I’m somewhat disappointed.”
Spike rolled his eyes, feeling somewhat dead inside as Angelus circled the body like a hyena circled a corpse. “‘Course not. ‘t’s a message from you, not me, right? Figured my signature didn’t belong ‘ere. Just meant I ‘ad to get a little more creative, which was just as interesting.”
Angelus laughed, putting a hand on the younger vampire’s shoulder. “I’m surprised you thought of that. Time was you wouldn’t care.”
“If I make you mad, it upsets Dru.” He shrugged. Mere practicalities. Angelus laughed, but his grip tightened, reminding Spike exactly who was the Grandsire in this equation.
“Xander!” Someone was screaming his name, touching his shoulder, but he didn’t really care. He was exhausted. He just wanted to be left alone for the next month or so..
“Xander, are you okay?”
“There was a fire and it was pretty,” he answered sleepily, then somewhere in his sleep-numbed brain he realized what he had just said. “Please tell me I didn’t just say what I thought I said.”
There was a burst of female hysterical giggling. Great, he had just said that. “My manliness may recover in a month or so.”
“You’re hurt,” was the reply. Okay, there were connections. Connections were being made. Connections were of the good.
Or possibly of the bad in this case.
He sat up quickly, opening his eyes. The world around him swam.
“Easy.” Giles, a hand on his shoulder.
“Thanks, G-man. But if I’m going to be a present, I want to be in a cake with all its delicious sugary goodness.” He realized he wasn’t making much sense, and ignored the voice in his head that asked how that was different from any other time. “It’s...Buffy, it’s Angelus. He left me as a present. Or warning. Or something. I’m not sure why he didn’t kill me.” He tried to concentrate, but memory was foggy.
Bewitched, Bothered and Bewildered
Dru and Spike go for Xander that time.
Killed by Death
“How are you still alive?” Angelus asked, baring his teeth.
“My little secret. As if I’d tell a vampire like you.”
He cocked his head on its side, studying Xander. “Ohh, would you tell Spikey? You seemed to have a fondness for him.”
Xander rolled his eyes, actually ready on his feet for a move on the vampire’s part. He’d gotten training between the clumsy, useless Xander that idiot Angel had known and now. That was smart on the part of the prey-with Angelus on the loose, it just made sense for the ‘good guys’ to be ready to fight back. Wouldn’t do any good in the end, of course, but at least it made things more entertaining. “Let me rephrase that. I have a vested interest in not telling any member of the malevolent undead party how come I didn’t die so they can do a better job next time.”
Angelus laughed. “Get out of the way, Xander.”
Suddenly, Xander was serious, and his eyes flickered with something unfamiliar, harsh and dangerous like the glare of the sun.
“Spike.” Xander wanted nothing more to run, but something was keeping him in place. Something was preventing him from being the coward he fully admitted he was now. If only his body would agree and just listen to him. It was nothing more than an acknowledgement, but there was something else there, beneath the surface. Majorly wiggy, but part of him wanted to kiss Spike, still, and that made the other part of him only that much more determined to punch the smug vampire in the gut.
“Xander.” The tone was almost exactly the same, the coat floating out behind the vampire in a way that made him envious-he wanted that coat, he missed his own damn it! Except it wasn’t his, and continuing on with those thoughts was just a path to madness. All grace and danger there, a poise that Xander envied, and an almost shy look in those mysterious blue eyes.
With very little warning, the vampire surged forward, attacking him, but he stood his ground, matching blow for blow effortlessly, part of his mind completely focused on the fight-hey, I’m actually fighting a vampire, and, okay, I might not be winning, but I’m not losing-and the other part shaky. Terrified of this, of what he could feel happening, as inevitable as rain.
He watched, worried, outside of himself somehow, as the man, so familiar and yet so different, took over his body yet again. It was him, and yet so totally not. For example, Xander-him instead of Capt. Xan-him would never smirk at the vampire and say, “Oh, yeah, I remember your version of foreplay.”
The vampire smirked back at him. “I love playin’ wit’ you, luv.” He was suddenly pinned, could feel the cold body pressed against his own insistently.
He grinned and leaned in, as if about to kiss the man, then heatbutted him, squirming out of the embrace, following it up with punching the vampire in the gut. Spike matched the grin. They both were enjoying this, which was just wrong. Scary. They were flirting. Sort of. Or what passed for flirting in vampire society. Which should just have him running in the opposite direction. Instead, he took the punch to the chin, feeling his lip split and begin to bleed. Instantly Spike was that much more insistent-note to self, blood turns on vampires, and also duh, grabbing his arm in a grip that hurt. He ran at the wall, vaulting up on it, jumping over the grab and breaking it, causing the dead man to lose his balance and fall on his back. In an instant, he was on top, pinning the vampire, who in all rights should have leered up at him. That would be what would fit with the Spike he’d grown to know and hate. Instead, there was a slightly lost expression, glazed over by lust, but there was trust and confusion and just the slightest hint of fear. Xander shivered, finding himself lost in those eyes, innocent and yet so not, wanting only to be loved, cared for, wanted, and in that instant he completely lost himself.
He leaned in and pressed his lips against Will’s-his Will’s-at first soft, gentle. A hand came to his back, pulling him in even further, and a tongue licked at his own lips, exploring the soft skin. Shocks of electricity came from their contact, and the blood made Will moan into his lips. He let his mouth open, moaning in return as an exploring tongue came in, but French kisses weren’t his favorite, honestly. He personally concentrated on stroking the neck and side he could reach, and on devouring his Will’s mouth of course. Will was his, why shouldn’t he indulge? Especially when the other participant was so willing. The taste was beautiful. Better than chocolate, and that was definitely saying something.
He came to himself as Spike plundered his mouth and pulled himself away, running away like he should have at the time. But he knew this wasn’t over. Sooner or later, this would happen again. He couldn’t escape himself, not even if he tried. And Spike...
He tried to tell himself that Spike would take advantage of the situation. And certainly the vampire was pleased (sort of) by the way things were turning out. But he had to try to ignore the voice that said that the vampire was a romantic. That he preferred a willing body, and he definitely didn’t see Captain Xan, or by extension Xander, as just a conquest. That they were equals, that he wanted Xander as a partner, just as Captain John Hart had. That the vampire had so far seemed to clean up his act, with less random killings and the like, and if he guessed correctly that was all for him. And that that wasn’t just Spike in there. Will was there too.
Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Torchwood crossover
Summary: Would you look at that, more stuff from 2012. This one is a follow-up to a Choose Your Own Adventure Halloween adventure I may or may not finish eventually where Xander ends up with Captain Xan in his head. This one I actually had some episode tags for how things changed through the series. We've got the second half of Innocence, Bewitched, Bothered, & Bewildered, Killed by Death, and one instance of Spike & Xander fight-flirting. There's one summary but it's mostly fanfic.
Word Count: 1838
Rating: Teen
Pairing: Spike/Xander
warning: some torture but not graphic like the Slayer's Mad Whelp story Place of Despair, kiss + some making out (& possibly dubious consent as the halloween Captain Xan is a bit more into it than Xander who hasn't accepted it yet)
Innocence
Spike felt a bit frozen. For the first time in forever, he had as long as he wanted to examine the body, as Xander moaned and tried to struggle his way into consciousness.
He ran his hands over the body. Just as muscled as he’d remembered. He leant forward, rested his forehead against the other’s, then went further down to kiss those warm lips.
At first, there was no reaction, then, to his surprise, the boy started to kiss back. Gentle, warm, a hint of passion but nothing like the kisses he’d get from Dru. Or the ones the Captain had given him.
Surprisingly enough, he was enjoying every second of it. It had been forever since there had been sanctuary in a kiss. Comfort in love.
Suddenly, Xander began struggling, and eventually broke away, fear shining in those sensitive brown eyes. Spike wanted to shake the boy, yell at him not to be scared, but he couldn’t. Angelus might be watching him even now, and if he died at his grandsire’s hands...well, he’d just prefer Spike to be the one to end his life.
Instead, he leaned forward, putting one hand on the back of Xander’s neck, stroking gently, remembering with memories that were not his own that the Captain had found this very soothing. Indeed, he’d relaxed, long enough for him to sink his fangs into the neck.
The blood that exploded into his mouth was every bit and even more than he had expected. This was gourmet, luxury blood. Why had he ever had anything else? It wasn’t crunchy or texturey, how he liked, but the smoothness in of itself was...
He moaned, licking at the skin, trying to get more of that luscious blood.
Ordinarily, feeding was enough to get him randy. This was like a hundred of those, and he was already in agony by how extraordinarily pleasurable it was.
A twitch that might have been a weakened Xander hitting out at him brought him back to his senses. He had to follow orders if Xander was to die with a minimum of pain, and drinking him dry wasn’t part of the bargain. He swallowed, then used some of the chains lying about to chain his human in the middle of the room. If his heart still beat, it would have been pounding.
The moans were usually music to his ears. This time, they were like stabs. He would’ve flinched if he could. Instead, he continued with the crowbar, the knife, punching.
Eventually, a Xander who could barely move glanced up, eyes surprisingly awake. Blood dripped down a stray lock of hair, dripping onto his cheeks like tears. He nearly jumped as thought flowed between them. Don’t...don’t react, Spike. Please. I...understand. I understand and I forgive you and believe me, this is not the end. This is nowhere near the end, and I’ve had worse. I trust you.
How...Why? He didn’t deserve any of it. Why was Xander willing to give him...
Inside, William wept as he hurt the man he loved until he didn’t move anymore.
“You didn’t use your railroad spike. I’m somewhat disappointed.”
Spike rolled his eyes, feeling somewhat dead inside as Angelus circled the body like a hyena circled a corpse. “‘Course not. ‘t’s a message from you, not me, right? Figured my signature didn’t belong ‘ere. Just meant I ‘ad to get a little more creative, which was just as interesting.”
Angelus laughed, putting a hand on the younger vampire’s shoulder. “I’m surprised you thought of that. Time was you wouldn’t care.”
“If I make you mad, it upsets Dru.” He shrugged. Mere practicalities. Angelus laughed, but his grip tightened, reminding Spike exactly who was the Grandsire in this equation.
“Xander!” Someone was screaming his name, touching his shoulder, but he didn’t really care. He was exhausted. He just wanted to be left alone for the next month or so..
“Xander, are you okay?”
“There was a fire and it was pretty,” he answered sleepily, then somewhere in his sleep-numbed brain he realized what he had just said. “Please tell me I didn’t just say what I thought I said.”
There was a burst of female hysterical giggling. Great, he had just said that. “My manliness may recover in a month or so.”
“You’re hurt,” was the reply. Okay, there were connections. Connections were being made. Connections were of the good.
Or possibly of the bad in this case.
He sat up quickly, opening his eyes. The world around him swam.
“Easy.” Giles, a hand on his shoulder.
“Thanks, G-man. But if I’m going to be a present, I want to be in a cake with all its delicious sugary goodness.” He realized he wasn’t making much sense, and ignored the voice in his head that asked how that was different from any other time. “It’s...Buffy, it’s Angelus. He left me as a present. Or warning. Or something. I’m not sure why he didn’t kill me.” He tried to concentrate, but memory was foggy.
Bewitched, Bothered and Bewildered
Dru and Spike go for Xander that time.
Killed by Death
“How are you still alive?” Angelus asked, baring his teeth.
“My little secret. As if I’d tell a vampire like you.”
He cocked his head on its side, studying Xander. “Ohh, would you tell Spikey? You seemed to have a fondness for him.”
Xander rolled his eyes, actually ready on his feet for a move on the vampire’s part. He’d gotten training between the clumsy, useless Xander that idiot Angel had known and now. That was smart on the part of the prey-with Angelus on the loose, it just made sense for the ‘good guys’ to be ready to fight back. Wouldn’t do any good in the end, of course, but at least it made things more entertaining. “Let me rephrase that. I have a vested interest in not telling any member of the malevolent undead party how come I didn’t die so they can do a better job next time.”
Angelus laughed. “Get out of the way, Xander.”
Suddenly, Xander was serious, and his eyes flickered with something unfamiliar, harsh and dangerous like the glare of the sun.
“Spike.” Xander wanted nothing more to run, but something was keeping him in place. Something was preventing him from being the coward he fully admitted he was now. If only his body would agree and just listen to him. It was nothing more than an acknowledgement, but there was something else there, beneath the surface. Majorly wiggy, but part of him wanted to kiss Spike, still, and that made the other part of him only that much more determined to punch the smug vampire in the gut.
“Xander.” The tone was almost exactly the same, the coat floating out behind the vampire in a way that made him envious-he wanted that coat, he missed his own damn it! Except it wasn’t his, and continuing on with those thoughts was just a path to madness. All grace and danger there, a poise that Xander envied, and an almost shy look in those mysterious blue eyes.
With very little warning, the vampire surged forward, attacking him, but he stood his ground, matching blow for blow effortlessly, part of his mind completely focused on the fight-hey, I’m actually fighting a vampire, and, okay, I might not be winning, but I’m not losing-and the other part shaky. Terrified of this, of what he could feel happening, as inevitable as rain.
He watched, worried, outside of himself somehow, as the man, so familiar and yet so different, took over his body yet again. It was him, and yet so totally not. For example, Xander-him instead of Capt. Xan-him would never smirk at the vampire and say, “Oh, yeah, I remember your version of foreplay.”
The vampire smirked back at him. “I love playin’ wit’ you, luv.” He was suddenly pinned, could feel the cold body pressed against his own insistently.
He grinned and leaned in, as if about to kiss the man, then heatbutted him, squirming out of the embrace, following it up with punching the vampire in the gut. Spike matched the grin. They both were enjoying this, which was just wrong. Scary. They were flirting. Sort of. Or what passed for flirting in vampire society. Which should just have him running in the opposite direction. Instead, he took the punch to the chin, feeling his lip split and begin to bleed. Instantly Spike was that much more insistent-note to self, blood turns on vampires, and also duh, grabbing his arm in a grip that hurt. He ran at the wall, vaulting up on it, jumping over the grab and breaking it, causing the dead man to lose his balance and fall on his back. In an instant, he was on top, pinning the vampire, who in all rights should have leered up at him. That would be what would fit with the Spike he’d grown to know and hate. Instead, there was a slightly lost expression, glazed over by lust, but there was trust and confusion and just the slightest hint of fear. Xander shivered, finding himself lost in those eyes, innocent and yet so not, wanting only to be loved, cared for, wanted, and in that instant he completely lost himself.
He leaned in and pressed his lips against Will’s-his Will’s-at first soft, gentle. A hand came to his back, pulling him in even further, and a tongue licked at his own lips, exploring the soft skin. Shocks of electricity came from their contact, and the blood made Will moan into his lips. He let his mouth open, moaning in return as an exploring tongue came in, but French kisses weren’t his favorite, honestly. He personally concentrated on stroking the neck and side he could reach, and on devouring his Will’s mouth of course. Will was his, why shouldn’t he indulge? Especially when the other participant was so willing. The taste was beautiful. Better than chocolate, and that was definitely saying something.
He came to himself as Spike plundered his mouth and pulled himself away, running away like he should have at the time. But he knew this wasn’t over. Sooner or later, this would happen again. He couldn’t escape himself, not even if he tried. And Spike...
He tried to tell himself that Spike would take advantage of the situation. And certainly the vampire was pleased (sort of) by the way things were turning out. But he had to try to ignore the voice that said that the vampire was a romantic. That he preferred a willing body, and he definitely didn’t see Captain Xan, or by extension Xander, as just a conquest. That they were equals, that he wanted Xander as a partner, just as Captain John Hart had. That the vampire had so far seemed to clean up his act, with less random killings and the like, and if he guessed correctly that was all for him. And that that wasn’t just Spike in there. Will was there too.