Torchwood Aftershock: Halloween 21
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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 is a tag to Buffy vs Dracula, and Xander dies again in this one. He really needs to learn to stop doing that.
Word Count: 1707
Rating: Teen
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Warnings: There's some making out in this one between Dracula and Xander and Spike and Xander, not quite consensual on either front, though it's mild compared to either BtVS or Torchwood standards.
Dracula smirked at Spike. “You are quite the loser aren’t you? My servant is more loyal to me than his lover.” He licked a line up Xander’s neck, and the boy moaned.
Before he knew it, Spike was a few steps forward. Then he was being grabbed by hands, holding him in place, making him watch.
“I think...I want another minion. Just as a change every now and then from my girls. And of course, he’s proven to be such the loyal and able servant so far.” This wasn’t about Xander, this was about William the Bloody. He didn’t even care about the bloke. Spike struggled, but he couldn’t break free.
Dracula stooped and bit, harshly, sensually, hands roaming, and the beautiful boy threw his head back, moan leaving absolutely no question about his state. Spike felt ready to rip something, preferably that ponce of a vampire, apart. No one got to touch Xander Harris, ‘cept him. No one. And Xander moaned for no one but him.
The vampire was particularly messy, getting blood everywhere, dripping over the collar and shirt. Taunting Spike, and doing a pretty good job of it. With how fast he was taking it, it wouldn’t be long until...he swallowed, unable to tear his eyes away.
“You hate me for being the one here,” Dracula taunted. “And yet, you’re enjoying yourself, my dear William.” Eventually he pulled away from the neck, grinning through fangs and blood. “He’s delicious. I see why you keep him.” He cut a wrist with a fang, holding it to the sagging Xander’s mouth, arm the only thing keeping the bloke upright. Xander started to drink deeply. Spike shivered, this time more with fear than arousal. He couldn’t just watch, not as his precious Xan died before his eyes. And yet, he was helpless. If Xander died...
Eventually, the brunette fell to Dracula’s feet, and lay there, a lump of flesh and clothes and blood. The master vampire sneered. “Chain Spike. I want him to watch.” And then he abandoned him.
Xander hadn’t deserved any of it.
Eventually, Xander stirred. His gaze went up to meet Spike’s, and any hope the vampire had was gone. The gaze was predatory, yellow, the face that of a vampire. “Why, lover, you don’t look pleased to see me,” he purred dangerously, unfolding and moving toward Spike with that confident, smooth stride he knew the vampire liked. “What’s wrong? We’re equals now.”
“I didn’t need this to know that,” Spike managed, feeling pain rip through his chest.
The demon in Xander’s form reached him and looked him over, smirking around a fang. Then he pressed forward, purposefully hurting with his hold on Spike’s arms, biting Spike’s lips and generally savaging his mouth.
Then he backed up, a hungry look in his eyes, and morphed into a parody of the sweet fighter Will had known. He even managed the goofy Xander smile. “Don’t worry. I’ll be back for you, sweetie.” And then he sauntered off, the stride turning into a less confident one. It was somewhat worrisome that the vampire was better at pretending to be the naive, childish Xander than the Captain had been.
“There’s this whole deal where I become immortal.” Buffy didn’t even think that one through and go Hey, wait, Xander, you’re already immortal. What’s the big deal? He managed to hide a snigger. Really, Buffy was so stupid, sometimes. Why hadn’t he noticed that before?
Things only got worse when he returned with Buffy. “Master, I deliver the Slayer. She who you most desire.” He thought for a moment, then grinned, a grin that showed the demon lurking underneath. “Sorry, whom.”
“We must not be interrupted,” Dracula responded, eyes firmly fixed on the Slayer. He wasn’t really paying that much attention to anyone else in the room.
“You got it. Ah, but...I’ve got one package to collect, assuming Master doesn’t want him for anything else.” He winked saucily at Spike, frowning like a child who hadn’t gotten its way when the blond vampire winced in answer.
Dracula waved a hand dismissively, and Spike slunk into a doze. Buffy gulped as she saw Xander grab the love of his life and haul him over the shoulder, moving out of the room with unnatural speed. She even thought she saw ridges and fangs for a minute, but that couldn’t be right. Not when Xander thanks to the Captain couldn’t stay dead.
Riley turned a corner only to see a bare-chested Xander crawling on top of Spike. “Ew! For goodness’ sake, Xander, get a shirt on and come help. Drac’s castle isn’t exactly the place to be...”
It has been argued that Riley wasn’t exactly the most observant of gentlemen. He soon realized his mistake, though. Whether it was Spike’s thankful and terrified expression, like Riley was a savior he hadn’t expected, or the point when Xander or a vampire-demon-thing that looked like him glanced up, fangs and all, and growled softly at the former soldier before grinning the grin of a predator seeing prey, he wasn’t sure. But he reacted quickly, throwing one of the precious bottles of holy water on Xander’s hand. The vampire threw his head back, howling in agony as the skin hissed, and even Spike winced and backed away.
“Riley, are you finding-” Giles stopped upon seeing one of his young charges. He’d been warned it was possible in his Watcher’s training, even more so since there were more to lose. Tears sprung into his eyes, but he moved into a fighting stance. It would be quick and painless if Ripper had anything to say about it.
That was, until Xander started convulsing of his own accord, shuddering, eyes rolling back into his head. Spike sat up, pulling the newly made vampire to his chest, purring to try to calm him. “What’s wrong, luv?” he asked sadly, threading his fingers through the hair, still as soft as three nights ago. He did his best to keep his dark prince from hurting himself.
“Get out of the way, Spike.” It was to the Watcher’s credit that he didn’t automatically assume William the Bloody was behind this. So maybe he wasn’t an utter git after all. The man held a stake at the ready.
At this point, though, Spike was still in shock and completely unwilling to let his dark-haired beauty go, even when the shuddering slowed and stopped and the man went limp in his arms. “I’m so sorry, Xan.” William hadn’t cried for a long time, but he was crying now.
“Will.” Riley’d always been uncomfortable addressing him as Spike, hadn’t he? “Move out of the way. It’d be a mercy to kill him now.”
“No!” the blond bit out. “Maybe...we c’n curse ‘im. With a soul. I can’t...I can’t just let ‘im...”
Giles took in the blood smeared across Spike’s cheek, the wounds on the torso. He shuddered. The demon in Xander’s body had wanted to play. And yet, even after that Spike didn’t blame him, still loved him with all his unbeating heart. It was tragic, really. “You know that’d kill him. Xander of all people couldn’t live with that kind of darkness.”
Xander screamed, hands tightening on Spike’s arms. He wouldn’t stop screaming, tears beginning to run down his cheeks. A rocking motion began.
“Shhh, shhh luv, it’s okay, you’re safe now, yeah? It’s Spike-your Will. You remember...” Spike pulled him closer, kissing the top of his head, murmuring things-anything to make him happy, pull him out of the fit he was having. One hand stroked through the hair reassuringly.
The eyes and face slowly-slowly-became more aware of the surroundings. Eventually, they vaguely settled on Ripper’s face, and with a moan of utter pain he turned and buried himself in the blond vampire’s collarbone. After long minutes, words could be made out, and Xander pulled back to search his boyfriend’s eyes. “‘m alive, right?” He was panting, shoving Spike’s face down to his chest to listen.
“Xander, you...” the vampire trailed off, trying to find the right words to tiptoe around this new insecurity. He’d had practice, of course, but though there were similarities, different things obviously set the two off. For one thing, Dru had never had fits about not being alive. Not being able to dance in the sun, sure, but not living.
The Scooby darted off his boyfriend’s lap, stretching out a wrist for inspection. “Pulse, G-man, tell me there’s a pulse please please tell me there’s a pulse...”
Riley cautiously reached out and took the wrist between fingers solemnly. After a moment, he blinked. “Th-that’s a pulse.”
Xander grinned widely, crazily, reaching out to pull the soldier into a kiss that left his lips tingling and his cheeks pink. “That’s great news! That’s really, really great news. I can’t stay dead. I can’t...that’s wonderful, amazing, I’m so happy.” He fell to the floor, beginning to make the whining noise of a tortured cat again. “I’m evil, I’m an evil vampire and I’m glad I’m not an evil vampire anymore because I was trapped in my head and I’m so sorry...”
“Well, I’m glad you can’t be turned. Permanently, anyway,” Spike stated quietly, diving forward to pull the still babbling Xander into his embrace, attempting to comfort and soothe the panicking immortal. “Go on, go look for the Slayer. I’ll take care of my man ‘ere.”
Neither Giles nor Riley thought they’d ever be feeling sorry for the vampire, but the look in the crystal blue eyes of agony and despair proved them wrong.
Xander glanced upward with a weak smile. He was looking pale and exhausted and his eyes were really red, but he looked sane again. “Sorry about that. I’m feeling a lot better now.”
“Xander ‘ere became a vampire,” Spike explained, looking disinclined to move. He’d apparently taken pity on a confused Buffy.
“I got better!” Xan quipped in a fake British accent. Still wavery, still a little weak, but both Spike and Giles snorted, so it must be some sort of English thing. And it showed, obviously, that he was feeling a lot better, because no Xander who was feeling completely, terribly awful about anything could joke about it with any degree of honesty in their voice.
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 is a tag to Buffy vs Dracula, and Xander dies again in this one. He really needs to learn to stop doing that.
Word Count: 1707
Rating: Teen
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Warnings: There's some making out in this one between Dracula and Xander and Spike and Xander, not quite consensual on either front, though it's mild compared to either BtVS or Torchwood standards.
Dracula smirked at Spike. “You are quite the loser aren’t you? My servant is more loyal to me than his lover.” He licked a line up Xander’s neck, and the boy moaned.
Before he knew it, Spike was a few steps forward. Then he was being grabbed by hands, holding him in place, making him watch.
“I think...I want another minion. Just as a change every now and then from my girls. And of course, he’s proven to be such the loyal and able servant so far.” This wasn’t about Xander, this was about William the Bloody. He didn’t even care about the bloke. Spike struggled, but he couldn’t break free.
Dracula stooped and bit, harshly, sensually, hands roaming, and the beautiful boy threw his head back, moan leaving absolutely no question about his state. Spike felt ready to rip something, preferably that ponce of a vampire, apart. No one got to touch Xander Harris, ‘cept him. No one. And Xander moaned for no one but him.
The vampire was particularly messy, getting blood everywhere, dripping over the collar and shirt. Taunting Spike, and doing a pretty good job of it. With how fast he was taking it, it wouldn’t be long until...he swallowed, unable to tear his eyes away.
“You hate me for being the one here,” Dracula taunted. “And yet, you’re enjoying yourself, my dear William.” Eventually he pulled away from the neck, grinning through fangs and blood. “He’s delicious. I see why you keep him.” He cut a wrist with a fang, holding it to the sagging Xander’s mouth, arm the only thing keeping the bloke upright. Xander started to drink deeply. Spike shivered, this time more with fear than arousal. He couldn’t just watch, not as his precious Xan died before his eyes. And yet, he was helpless. If Xander died...
Eventually, the brunette fell to Dracula’s feet, and lay there, a lump of flesh and clothes and blood. The master vampire sneered. “Chain Spike. I want him to watch.” And then he abandoned him.
Xander hadn’t deserved any of it.
Eventually, Xander stirred. His gaze went up to meet Spike’s, and any hope the vampire had was gone. The gaze was predatory, yellow, the face that of a vampire. “Why, lover, you don’t look pleased to see me,” he purred dangerously, unfolding and moving toward Spike with that confident, smooth stride he knew the vampire liked. “What’s wrong? We’re equals now.”
“I didn’t need this to know that,” Spike managed, feeling pain rip through his chest.
The demon in Xander’s form reached him and looked him over, smirking around a fang. Then he pressed forward, purposefully hurting with his hold on Spike’s arms, biting Spike’s lips and generally savaging his mouth.
Then he backed up, a hungry look in his eyes, and morphed into a parody of the sweet fighter Will had known. He even managed the goofy Xander smile. “Don’t worry. I’ll be back for you, sweetie.” And then he sauntered off, the stride turning into a less confident one. It was somewhat worrisome that the vampire was better at pretending to be the naive, childish Xander than the Captain had been.
“There’s this whole deal where I become immortal.” Buffy didn’t even think that one through and go Hey, wait, Xander, you’re already immortal. What’s the big deal? He managed to hide a snigger. Really, Buffy was so stupid, sometimes. Why hadn’t he noticed that before?
Things only got worse when he returned with Buffy. “Master, I deliver the Slayer. She who you most desire.” He thought for a moment, then grinned, a grin that showed the demon lurking underneath. “Sorry, whom.”
“We must not be interrupted,” Dracula responded, eyes firmly fixed on the Slayer. He wasn’t really paying that much attention to anyone else in the room.
“You got it. Ah, but...I’ve got one package to collect, assuming Master doesn’t want him for anything else.” He winked saucily at Spike, frowning like a child who hadn’t gotten its way when the blond vampire winced in answer.
Dracula waved a hand dismissively, and Spike slunk into a doze. Buffy gulped as she saw Xander grab the love of his life and haul him over the shoulder, moving out of the room with unnatural speed. She even thought she saw ridges and fangs for a minute, but that couldn’t be right. Not when Xander thanks to the Captain couldn’t stay dead.
Riley turned a corner only to see a bare-chested Xander crawling on top of Spike. “Ew! For goodness’ sake, Xander, get a shirt on and come help. Drac’s castle isn’t exactly the place to be...”
It has been argued that Riley wasn’t exactly the most observant of gentlemen. He soon realized his mistake, though. Whether it was Spike’s thankful and terrified expression, like Riley was a savior he hadn’t expected, or the point when Xander or a vampire-demon-thing that looked like him glanced up, fangs and all, and growled softly at the former soldier before grinning the grin of a predator seeing prey, he wasn’t sure. But he reacted quickly, throwing one of the precious bottles of holy water on Xander’s hand. The vampire threw his head back, howling in agony as the skin hissed, and even Spike winced and backed away.
“Riley, are you finding-” Giles stopped upon seeing one of his young charges. He’d been warned it was possible in his Watcher’s training, even more so since there were more to lose. Tears sprung into his eyes, but he moved into a fighting stance. It would be quick and painless if Ripper had anything to say about it.
That was, until Xander started convulsing of his own accord, shuddering, eyes rolling back into his head. Spike sat up, pulling the newly made vampire to his chest, purring to try to calm him. “What’s wrong, luv?” he asked sadly, threading his fingers through the hair, still as soft as three nights ago. He did his best to keep his dark prince from hurting himself.
“Get out of the way, Spike.” It was to the Watcher’s credit that he didn’t automatically assume William the Bloody was behind this. So maybe he wasn’t an utter git after all. The man held a stake at the ready.
At this point, though, Spike was still in shock and completely unwilling to let his dark-haired beauty go, even when the shuddering slowed and stopped and the man went limp in his arms. “I’m so sorry, Xan.” William hadn’t cried for a long time, but he was crying now.
“Will.” Riley’d always been uncomfortable addressing him as Spike, hadn’t he? “Move out of the way. It’d be a mercy to kill him now.”
“No!” the blond bit out. “Maybe...we c’n curse ‘im. With a soul. I can’t...I can’t just let ‘im...”
Giles took in the blood smeared across Spike’s cheek, the wounds on the torso. He shuddered. The demon in Xander’s body had wanted to play. And yet, even after that Spike didn’t blame him, still loved him with all his unbeating heart. It was tragic, really. “You know that’d kill him. Xander of all people couldn’t live with that kind of darkness.”
Xander screamed, hands tightening on Spike’s arms. He wouldn’t stop screaming, tears beginning to run down his cheeks. A rocking motion began.
“Shhh, shhh luv, it’s okay, you’re safe now, yeah? It’s Spike-your Will. You remember...” Spike pulled him closer, kissing the top of his head, murmuring things-anything to make him happy, pull him out of the fit he was having. One hand stroked through the hair reassuringly.
The eyes and face slowly-slowly-became more aware of the surroundings. Eventually, they vaguely settled on Ripper’s face, and with a moan of utter pain he turned and buried himself in the blond vampire’s collarbone. After long minutes, words could be made out, and Xander pulled back to search his boyfriend’s eyes. “‘m alive, right?” He was panting, shoving Spike’s face down to his chest to listen.
“Xander, you...” the vampire trailed off, trying to find the right words to tiptoe around this new insecurity. He’d had practice, of course, but though there were similarities, different things obviously set the two off. For one thing, Dru had never had fits about not being alive. Not being able to dance in the sun, sure, but not living.
The Scooby darted off his boyfriend’s lap, stretching out a wrist for inspection. “Pulse, G-man, tell me there’s a pulse please please tell me there’s a pulse...”
Riley cautiously reached out and took the wrist between fingers solemnly. After a moment, he blinked. “Th-that’s a pulse.”
Xander grinned widely, crazily, reaching out to pull the soldier into a kiss that left his lips tingling and his cheeks pink. “That’s great news! That’s really, really great news. I can’t stay dead. I can’t...that’s wonderful, amazing, I’m so happy.” He fell to the floor, beginning to make the whining noise of a tortured cat again. “I’m evil, I’m an evil vampire and I’m glad I’m not an evil vampire anymore because I was trapped in my head and I’m so sorry...”
“Well, I’m glad you can’t be turned. Permanently, anyway,” Spike stated quietly, diving forward to pull the still babbling Xander into his embrace, attempting to comfort and soothe the panicking immortal. “Go on, go look for the Slayer. I’ll take care of my man ‘ere.”
Neither Giles nor Riley thought they’d ever be feeling sorry for the vampire, but the look in the crystal blue eyes of agony and despair proved them wrong.
Xander glanced upward with a weak smile. He was looking pale and exhausted and his eyes were really red, but he looked sane again. “Sorry about that. I’m feeling a lot better now.”
“Xander ‘ere became a vampire,” Spike explained, looking disinclined to move. He’d apparently taken pity on a confused Buffy.
“I got better!” Xan quipped in a fake British accent. Still wavery, still a little weak, but both Spike and Giles snorted, so it must be some sort of English thing. And it showed, obviously, that he was feeling a lot better, because no Xander who was feeling completely, terribly awful about anything could joke about it with any degree of honesty in their voice.
