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What I Want by WithDemonWings-zibxxbvu
What I Want by WithDemonWings-zibxxbvu
By: WithDemonWings
Xander's been out of the country and the loop for several years. He
somehow finds out a vital piece of information about someone he thought
long dead. Someone very important to him, who isn't so dead. Slash. AU.
OOC.
Status: complete
Published: 2010-09-20
Words: 2131
He wants to beat Angel stupid for being a chicken shit and running
away.
He wants to yell at Dawn and Willow and Buffy for not telling him,
granted he never asked, but he never thought it would happen.
After having his fourth orgasm of the night, he lay sated in Spike's
arms, still full with Spike.
He doesn't hear the returned, 'I don't deserve you, but I do love you,'
he replies, 'I'm sorry,' he says softly as he joins his partner, his lover
into sleep.
That had been the first and last night Xander had slept with Spike,
with any man, it had been the last time he'd slept with anyone.
He sees him, and it seems that Spike is trying to become one with
his chair.
But Xander's learned a lot in Africa. He's become one with the hyena
that still inhabits his head.
He surprises Spike and pulls him from the chair to slam him back
into the wall.
'Why?' he finally demands, his voice only loud enough for the
vampire to hear. His back is to the rest of the room, they don't see
the tears that run freely from both the good eye and the empty eye
socket, after all the priest didn't damage that, just the eye.
But Spike can. He can see the pain that has festered in this boy
since his death in the crater; he can see the sorrow that he is
unworthy of the love he so badly wants. He can see the longing that
this boy has for him. No, not boy, he's a man now. A beautiful man
who only wants answers as to why everyone who was supposed to
love him, seemingly abandoned him in the wilds of Africa and forgot
to tell him that the man he loves, because Spike can see that love in
him, was alive, not in the strictest sense of the word but around.
Andrew looks sheepish, he had believed the story that Buffy had told
him about Spike and Xander, that the human wouldn't have given a
damn about the vampire one way or another.
Willow looks like she's about to cry, she had only wanted her friend
happy, and if that meant telling a teeny tiny lie about a vampire that
was only going to use him before he got bored of him and drained
him dry, well then so be it.
Xander may never forgive them if he tells them what they told him
but Spike doesn't know if he'll forgive them for telling him what they
had.
Spike had wanted to go to Africa, wanted to find his Pet but they,
Willow and Buffy, because they always seemed to override whatever
it was that someone else was going to say, had told Spike that
Xander had moved on, that he had told them that he didn't want,
"some freaky souled, biteless, walking dead vampire wanna be." By
the time Giles or Dawn had gotten to tell him that Xander had gone
to Africa because Spike was dead, that he had exiled himself
because of the champion vampire, he had heard too much from the
Witch and Slayer that he didn't know who to believe anymore and
kicked himself for not doing what his heart had demanded he do,
which had been to go and find Xander and ask him.
Through it all he can only think that he will never hold Spike again or
have his own child, or love again or be normal again.
Xander has no idea what he's crying for. He hasn't cried this much
since he was six and his father had belted him for having a
nightmare. But he is and he knows that his eye will be swollen later
and his patch will have irritated the skin under it and his throat is
going to be sore and he'll be embarrassed beyond anything but he
can't seem to bring himself to care about that part.
Because Spike is holding him. Spike is here and he's real and
maybe now they can make a start of it.
He knows they have to talk. But it can wait. All he wants to do is lose
himself in this man. Feel this man in him and around him and just
hold him. Reassure himself that he is real, that it isn't another dream,
or nightmare or drug induced hallucination.
Buffy and Willow are yelling that Spike has done something to
Xander, that their Xander would never let Spike touch him like that,
would never let Spike anywhere near him.
Dawn is telling Buffy that she needs to grow up, her and Willow both,
they need to realize that Xander is no longer the boy they knew, and
he is a man. A grown up man who can make his own damn
decisions, thank you very much.
Angel is trying to tell the girls the same things only a little less name
calling and a little more slowly burning anger. If this is how they feel
about Xander and Spike, how will they feel about him and Wesley?
Or Giles and Andrew? He has no idea how and he doesn't really
want to know but he can smell the pair all over each other. It's a little
disturbing but he's glad that they seemed to have found acceptance
in the other.
Xander looks up when he feels a hand that isn't Spike's on his right
shoulder. He's surprised to find Giles there, looking at him with a
strange mix of fear and hope.
'I am so sorry my boy, I never knew you felt the way you did about
Spike, had I known, I would have done whatever I could have to get
you to him,' he states with such conviction that Xander believes him.
'Why? You hated me, you still don't like me much,' Spike replies.
Yes, Giles has done a lot for him over the last year or so but that
doesn't mean he had to like him.
'I didn't like what you were, and I was leery that you would revert
back to that and kill my children, I know now that it was wrong of me
to do what I tried and for that I apologize. You are a noble man,
William and you deserve to be treated better of me, if there is
anything you want, anything at all, I will do my best to get it for you.'
He pleads, he is sincere Spike can see it in his eyes and smell it
pouring off him, Xander can hear it in the waver of his voice.
'What I want, you can't get for me,' Spike replies, his arms tightening
around Xander slightly, 'but you can get us out of here, I think my
eardrums are going to rupture soon,' he finishes.
Giles nods and with a glance at Buffy and Willow who are both trying
to get the others to see reason, he ushers Xander and Spike from
the room and into the side office which leads to Giles' office which
leads to freedom.
Before the pair can truly escape, at least for the night, Giles calls to
Xander, who stops and turns before moving into the older man's
embrace, 'you are my son, child, never forget that.' Giles breathing
hitches and he holds Xander tightly, 'I'm so proud of you,' he
manages and Xander can't breathe but he hugs Giles just a little
tighter and they stand there for a minute and Spike who moved away
to give them some privacy is shocked, when Giles adds, 'you too
William.'
'Love you,' Xander manages, when he can finally look the older man
in the eyes.
'Love you too,' the older man says and then Spike is hugging the
older man, it is a brief barely there hug, but a hug none the less.
Giles is not worried that he won't ever see them again. He will. Not
tomorrow or the day after, but perhaps next week, when they have
worked out their issues and their fears and have had sex for a full
twenty four hours.
Giles smiles softly to himself and goes back into the war zone, his
piercing whistle cuts through the yelling and the name calling.
They all stare at him like repentant children, which he guesses they
are, they are his children. All of them, even the ones he wants to
throttle.
Well except for Andrew, he is definitely not his child, because that
would just be ew. See, he's even thinking like them now. Giles can't
help but smile at that. Xander would be proud.