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Thanks all
you guys who liked this for letting me know, I hope I don�t disappoint you too
much as we move along. I really don�t have an explanation for why things
go the way they go, they just do because I�m kinda nuts, so whenever you find
something that doesn�t go with cannon, just remember, I�m the person writting
Spike/Xander and Methos/Richie! I, as a rule, don�t make sense. Sorry...
(�`�.(�`�.(�`�. Chapter Three .��).��).��)
"Oh,
God, will you stop brooding and come down for dinner?" the female voice
came clean and loud through the massive wooden door, reminding him that locking
it was no use if she wanted to be heard
"I
don�t dine" he barely articulated, hoping she would go but knowing
she wouldn�t
"But we
do, Angel, and we want you to be there with us instead of here, brooding... you�ve
been doing that all day, you can take a little break from it and let us all see
your whiny little face"
Of
course, he knew she wouldn�t go. "Cordelia, I�m really not in the
mood" he insisted, suspecting it would be of little use if she had really
made up her mind to get him out of the room
"Fine,
Angel, you win" she replied, but the prospect was too good for him to
believe it "I�ll just get Gunn to break the door open, and then we�ll have
dinner here with you, in your room" her voice pierced through his
ears, and of course, she would do that unless he went out.
"Okay,
you win Cordy" he whispered, and slowly walked to the door, knowing
full well she wouldn�t go anywhere until he opened it.
"Good
choice" she congratulated him, planting a soft little kiss on his lips, as
he opened the door "C�mon, the food is going to get cold... and don�t
think you�ll get away from me another night without telling me what the matter
with you is... this time" she sighed as she grabbed hold of his hand and
carried him downstairs
(�`�.(�`�.(�`�. 2 .��).��).��)
Right
on the sensitive spot, Methos thought as he saw the boy get a flushed face
after his comment. Truth of the matter, Spike had not once mentioned the boy�s
name during their conversation the night before, nor had he made any clear
reference to him during their talk. Still, after 5000 years, he was quite a
good judge when it came to implied connotations, and the way the boy had
greeted the vampire last night, altogether with his comments �which proved he
indeed knew of Spike�s nature- suggested that this was the person the
vampire had grown attached to.
"Are
you meeting Spike here?" he asked Xander after a respectful silence
intended to put the boy at ease again
"Maybe
later..." he retorted at once, a bit nervous still, and perhaps a bit tipsy
from the beer he obviously did not consume usually "I don�t know what you
two were talking about last night when I arrived, but he was really open with
me this morning, you know? He�s been living in my place for a while, and
somewhat we get along, but we never really talk. However, last night
when you left he kind of made it obvious to me that he wanted to talk, so, you
know, this morning when he woke up I started asking him to tell me what was
wrong... and... and, he did. You know. That�s weird. He�s not the talkie
kind..."
"Maybe
he is, but he�s not used to people actually listening to him..." Methos
interrupted the boy, who looked more and more nervous by the minute "It�s
great that he�s got you, because he sure seems one guy who needs to be
understood"
"Yeah,
I know..." Xander said after a minute�s silence "He�s not really half
as bad as he seems... sometimes I just wish people would stop treating him like
he�s guilty of everything that is wrong in the world..." he paused, and
asked the bartender for another beer "He may not be the nicest guy
around... well, he�s not nice at all..." he corrected himself, bringing a
smile to Methos� lips "But he�s been through a lot, and you know, things
that happen to you can really turn you into something you don�t really want to
be..."
"I�ll
drink to that" Methos exclaimed as he finished his drink
(�`�.(�`�.(�`�. 3 .��).��).��)
Well, sure
as hell this hadn�t been his usual day. Until last night he had felt so alone,
so empty... He had had people he liked, and some of them mildly liked him back.
But today he had realized he had a friend.
He had
spent months living with Harris, mostly been cynical around the clock, and
usually making fun of the boy�s innate silliness. He had heard his problems and
his sorrows one and a million times, at first really annoyed that he had to put
up with that in exchange for shelter and blood, and then eventually growing
used to it, even sympathizing with the boy. But today had been more than he had
ever expected... it had been more than he even thought he deserved.
Harris had
listened to him! Truth be known, he had already started finding a scary comfort
in knowing of the boy�s deepest thoughts and feeling, like no other of his
friends knew, but he had never even imagined Xander might want to hear his.
He was the bad guy, right? The soul-less, evil vampire, who was not accepted as
a part of the team, but acted rather as a war machine... kill the bad guys,
but can�t and celebrate afterwards.
It had
crossed his mind at first that Xander was just acting out of politeness, asking
what was wrong with him without really wanting to know. But then Xander was
never polite... that was his charm, in a way. He was rude and goofy, and spoke
up his mind without considering the repercussions. But there was more to it
than the scoobies acknowledged.
He liked that
Xander, the Xander that from time to time said wise things, the same one that
had given him advise that day, and had intently listened to all he had had to
say, making all the right connections, and getting to all the right conclusions.
He might not have a 130 IQ, or super-strength, or knowledge of demons and black
arts, but he surely knew something that was more important that all of that; he
knew people.
If you
don�t stop that line of thought, you�re gonna end up thinking the guy�s cute, he laughed,
slightly uncomfortable with the way Xander�s trust impacted on him. Been
emotional about things, like he was been now, had resulted bad for him in the
past, more than once. He had gotten hurt, and he wished it had only been physically.
Almost
without realizing it, he had walked into the Bronze. It was crowded, and more
teenagers than he liked to see at once were dancing around and chatting
animatedly as he pushed pass them towards the bar. He spotted the stranger from
the night before, and when he got close enough he realized he was having a
conversation with Xander. Suddenly he felt the urge to run away from the place,
but the absurdity of the feeling made him grin.
Without
slowing his paces he approached them, dismissing that unexplainable anxiety he
suddenly felt. He was surprised to overhear a part of the talk before the men
noticed him.
"You
know, Adam" Xander was saying, sounding somewhat like he had something
inside of his mouth that prevented him from speaking properly "As scary as
it sounds, I�m starting to feel closer to Spike than to my friends..."
Spike�s
heart would have stopped at that, if it had been beating in the first place. He
hadn�t even realized he had come to an abrupt halt, and was not moving anymore,
when suddenly the stranger looked up and spotted him.
"Speaking
of the devil..." he grinned, and Xander immediately turned around, his
eyes immediately resting on Spike�s for a split second before he looked away.
No
running away, then. It took all his strength to push away the unpleasant
sensation that had come over him, but he managed to do it successfully before
reaching the two guys, so that by the time he was close enough to greet them he
had regained his bad-ass composure.
"You
two kids had fun without me?" he asked casually, taking the stool at the
stranger�s side, for some reason uncomfortable with the though of sitting next
to Xander
"Define
fun" the stranger, Adam, grinned as he indicated the Harris kid and
a few empty beer bottles "It was a mistake to think that he could keep up
with me... you should take him home before he starts throwing up again"
"But
I just got here!" Spike complained childishly, only to take a good look at
Xander and realize he really needed to go home. He had never seen Xander
drunk before, not to mention this drunk.
"It�s
ok, Spike, you don�t have to leave..." Xander said in his unfamiliar
drunkard manner, as he tried to stand up on his own with little success.
"Oh,
c�mon you wanker! I�ll take you home!" Spike sighed as he walked to Xander
and helped him steady himself "See you later, Adam" Spike told the
man, who raised his beer as a toast while they walked away
(�`�.(�`�.(�`�. 4 .��).��).��)
"It�s
okay, Spike, you don�t have to leave" he said, his voice sounding
incredibly stupid even to himself. He tried to stand up and leave, aware in
some level that his drunkenness must be bothering Spike, and would eventually
ruin his night. If you can only go out at night, it�s not fair that a drunken
kid ruins it for you.
"Oh,
c�mon you wanker! I�ll take you home!" Spike exclaimed, putting his arm
around Xander�s shoulders to help him walk "See you later, Adam" he
said as he walked him out and threw him into the first cab they came across.
The taxi
was a nightmare come true until Spike realized he must be feeling sick and
opened his window. The fresh air in his face made him feel a little bit better,
or at least not any more like his guts were coming up to his mouth. He could
almost feel Spike�s eyes resting on him, watching him. He had no idea how he
looked, but he was sure it wasn�t anything like alright, since his head was
spinning and he had already puked twice, Adam holding his forehead while he
knelt in front of the toilette.
When the
car pulled over it shocked him, even in his improved yet still bad state of
drunkenness, that Spike pulled some bills from his own pocket and paid the
cabby. Then the vampire helped him out of the vehicle, and putting his arm
around him in the same manner as before helped him to the door, opening it carefully
not to make any noises that would awaken anyone.
When they
got to the bedroom Xander at once tried to go to the bed, but Spike stopped him
and instead helped him sit in the couch which served as his own bed.
"You
don�t wanna lay down, Harris, believe me" he told him as left the
room, only to come back an instant later with a bottle of water "You don�t
have to drink it now, just wait until you feel like it" he said as he sat
next to him in the couch, amazingly nothing like mockery in his tone.
After a
few minutes, when he started feeling a little better, he looked up to find the
vampire staring at him with a concerned look in his eyes. Just seeing the way
he was now reminded Xander of his earlier thought about how Spike did not seem
monstrous and soul-less as Angelus had. Not even Angel, soul in and all, had
ever had eyes so full of humanity as the blonde�s.
"Stop
looking at me like you want a shag" Spike hissed, obviously uncomfortable
with his staring "That�s the second time in twenty-four hours that I catch
you looking at me like that, and believe me, you don�t want me acting on
it"
He looked
away immediately, deeply embarrassed, the heat rising to his face letting him
know that he had flushed. He was still too drunk to think whether he was
embarrassed for staring, of for been caught while doing it. "You�re a pig,
Spike" he said, his words much more discernible after the ride home
"And you were staring too"
"Yeah,
well, I didn�t say I didn�t want a shag"
(�`�.(�`�.(�`�. 5 .��).��).��)
"Stop
looking at me like you want a shag. That�s the second time in twenty-four hours
that I catch you looking at me like that, and believe me, you don�t want me
acting on it" he said without even thinking, instantly regretting that he
had uttered those words.
It was
true that he had already caught Xander staring in a very similar way, earlier
that day. It was also true that, unlike most drunk people, the boy looked even
beautiful in his state, his gestures those of a sleepy person rather than a
drunkard. But his exclamation had come out all on itself, and he hadn�t even
thought about such a thing before the moment he spoke those despicable words.
"You�re
a pig, Spike" Xander murmured, his pronunciation denoting the alcohol was
slowly wearing out "And you were staring too" he added after a brief
pause, his face deeply blushed.
"Yeah,
well, I didn�t say I didn�t want a shag" he responded, immediately
hoping the boy was drunk enough not to remember that in the morning "Maybe
it�s time you go to bed, so we can get some sleep... I�m tired, and you�re in
my couch" he said, hoping the sarcasm in his voice would erase the
previous statement, as he pulled Xander to his feet and helped him to the bed,
barely holding his arm, since he was already walking better by then.
Once he
helped him sit in bed, he turned back to his couch without even looking back,
somewhat afraid that his thoughtless comments might have ruined the
relationship they had, which he had grown to appreciate very much of late. He
was reticent when he heard Xander calling his name, and he would have gladly
let it pass if the boy hadn�t called again.
"What?"
he asked as he turned to face him, bad-ass mode on. However, it wore off as
soon as he heard the reply;
"Come
here... I want to talk, I don�t want you to be mad at me" Xander said,
officially the first time in a long time that someone even cared if
Spike was angry "You�re my best friend..."
That did
it. He knew Xander was the person he felt more attached to in the world right
now, but the idea that Harris felt the same way about him made him put down all
his defenses, and he just headed back towards the bed and sat next to him.
"I�m
sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable... I know you get all asshole-like when
you�re pissed" Xander apologized, although he didn�t look at him while he
spoke "I don�t know what�s wrong with me, Spike. I�ve always known you
were hot, you know, for women" he hurried to explain "I just don�t
know when I started thinking you were hot"
"You�re
just drunk, Harris. You�ll be back to hating me in the morning" he said
soothingly, not really sure if he meant to convince the boy, or himself
"I
wasn�t drunk this morning Spike, and when I stared at you in the morning I felt
exactly as I felt a minute ago"
"Which
is?" he asked, once more regretting his words at the same time he finished
saying them. However, he didn�t have much time to dwell on it, as hardly a
blink of an eye after he had spoken he found Xander�s lips tentatively
caressing his own.
Oh my
God,
was all that came to mind as he felt suddenly urged to respond to that shy
kiss, brushing Xander�s lips with his own reassuringly as he slid a hand around
the boy�s waist.
At first
he though Xander would freak out at once and pull away, but soon he realized
that was not going to happen. In the same insecure fashion, the boy opened his
lips and timidly caressed Spike�s with his tongue. That was all it took. Suddenly
they were kissing openly, Xander�s tongue exploring his mouth with a hunger
that matched his own, their hands helplessly roaming around each other�s
bodies.
All
conscious thoughts were vanished as they gave up to the moment, sliding closer
to one another until their legs were interwoven and their chests were tightly
pressed together in a passionate embrace, their mouths battling incessantly as
the human�s breath became labored. It took all the willpower he had left to
break the kiss, gasping for unnecessary breath as he stared into Xander�s eyes,
inflamed with the same passion as his own.
"I
can�t do this, Xander" he said, pulling away from his partner�s arms
"I�m taking advantage of you... you�re gonna regret this in the
morning"
"It is
morning already" was all the other man could reply as he pulled the
vampire back into his arms "But I understand" he continued, strangely
sobered after the adrenaline rush of the moment before "Would you sleep
with me, at least? Just hold me..." he asked, his eyes begging when the
blonde looked up to meet his gaze "I want you to hold me"
(�`�.(�`�.(�`�. 6 .��).��).��)
Today was
presumably going to be a good day, he thought as he stirred in bed and realized
that, for once, he was up early. That would leave him time to take a proper
shower and shave carefully. Even if it healed instantly, he wasn�t much fond of
cutting himself; it itched unpleasantly.
As he
drank his morning coffee he read the news and checked his email, pleased to
find word from Joe, confirming he would arrive around noon. There was also a
long email from Mac, telling him in detail of everything that went on in
Seacouver, about the dojo becoming quite a trendy spot, and about Joe leaving
him in charge of his bar while he was gone to visit him. The highlander�s words
were friendly and spontaneous, as much as he could tell, and it made him happy
to see the distance he had put between them had not been misinterpreted.
He made it
to campus some twelve minutes before his first class, actually carrying
something in his hands for once, and in quite good spirits. The thought of
passing by the library to say hello to Rupert seemed like a good idea, but he
decided against it when he noticed the slayer and her redheaded friend
were heading there. He preferred to be discreet and leave them to their own
business.
He decided
then to just head to his classroom and wait there until all his students arrived,
which should be interesting for a change. Hopefully someone might have a
question or two about last class, and he would pass time that way until it was
time to start the lecture. However, all his plans and positive thoughts were
dismissed as he felt the presence of another immortal. Right then, his young
secretary ran towards him;
"Mr.
Pierson, I knew you wouldn�t drop by the office before your first class, so I
came here to look for you..." she said as she made a great effort to bring
air into her lungs, obviously agitated from the run "You have a new
student, his situation here is rather irregular, his uncle worked everything
out so he could start immediately and don�t lose this semester, and he
specifically required that he was placed in your class... I have his
file back at the office if you want it"
"Thanks,
April, I�ll just take a look at it later..." he responded as nicely as he
could, amused at how exited this girl seemed to be about her job. If his
students were half as responsible as her, he wouldn�t be so constantly tempted
to make their semester a living hell.
She smiled
and went back the way she had come, obviously proud of how good a secretary she
was. However, he had already known he had a new student, and was not
really thrilled at the idea. Having an immortal as a student was very much
against his rules of been inconspicuous, and he just hoped the other immortal
was really young, and interested in learning rather than hunting for his head.
As he
entered the classroom he immediately spotted his new student. He knew him, and
a sigh of relief escaped his lips as he realized he was in no real danger. Unless
the guy had gone nuts since they had met, but it was hardly possible. And even
if the guy had lost his mind, he was no real adversary for 5000 years of
experience, never mind he was rather out of practice of late. Besides, he had a
quite formed idea of how he had ended up in his class.
Another
ten students were already there as well, socializing with each other, and they
all looked rather surprised to see him that early, and carrying books. Rather
than surprised, most of them looked terrified. Well, he knew he had been rather
hard on the kids, but since his good mood was returning he decided to give them
a soft treatment for once, and let them get away without research work.
The rest
of his students didn�t take long to show up as well, and he was pleased to
start his class right on schedule, for a change, realizing he would have more
time than usual to pick at the kid�s brains. To improve even more his already
good mood, he realized the students were starting to get it, and
voluntarily offered opinions on the subjects he treated, and presented
satisfactory material to complement his lecture.
(�`�.(�`�.(�`�. 7 .��).��).��)
She had
the first hours of the morning free because Professor Nichols� mother had died
and he had gone to Los Angeles for the funeral. Willow and Buffy had just left
for their European History class, which Willow both loved and hated. She was
constantly speaking about how great Mr. Pierson was, and how much he seemed to
know about everything, and how he seemed to appreciate her work. However, she
was also very scared of him in a way, and that morning in particular she had
been very nervous after learning about how he had walked into the library the
day before, when Buffy had been joking about killing him.
After she
had left the library along with the girls, and wished Willow the best of lucks
in her class, she had planned to go get some breakfast, which they had missed,
but decided to put that off when she saw Xander walking around the halls,
looking both confused at the foreign building and pretty nervous for some
reason she ignored.
"Tara!"
he called out when he saw her, quite effusively even though they were not
actually close friends
"Hi
Xander" she said as he came closer "Buffy and Willow just went to
class a minute ago"
"Great"
he sighed, which seemed rather confusing to her "Actually, I wanted to
talk to you... can we go somewhere?"
"Sure"
she accepted, hoping she could help with whatever was keeping the boy restless
"Come on, let�s get out of the hallways... it�s kind of insane in
here" she offered, glad that he seemed to like the idea, and led him out
of the building.
They
walked in silence, Xander toying with his fingers nervously all the time, without
saying a word, until they were far enough from the noisy crowd of students. When
they found a picnic table they sat, and she waited until he finally decided to
talk;
"I
just wanted to talk to you, because, you know, you�re Willow�s..." he said
awkwardly, obviously not comfortable with the subject "Well, you know,
you�re dating her..."
"Yes,
we really like each other" she politely replied. She had noticed Xander
had not been really comfortable with the idea of Willow dating a girl, but she
had just dismissed it as the normal concern of a friend who thought she might
be making a mistake, and the boy had seemed to adapt just fine to their
relationship in the end.
"Yeah,
I know" he hurried to assure her "I just wanted to ask you, you
know... Have you always been a... I mean, have you always liked girls... in
that way?" he stammered
"Well,
since I was pretty young..." she replied, although she was not very sure
where this whole questioning was going.
"Okay,
but how did you know that�s what you wanted... I mean, how you made sure you
were not mistaken..." he insisted, obviously unable to find the words he
meant to use. The only logical explanation to this conversation was that Xander
thought Willow was making a mistake by going out with her, but it didn�t really
sound like that either.
"You
think Willow is making a mistake?" she tentatively asked
"This
is not about Will" he answered, all of a sudden sounding really
self-confident "It�s about me"
"Oh"
was all she could say, more than surprised to hear that; she must have blushed,
because her face felt really hot at the time. The thought had never even
occurred to her.
"Please,
just say something..." he all but begged, all apparent self-possession
gone
"I don�t
know what to say..." she whispered, embarrassed that she had missed his
point from the beginning when it had been rather obvious "Like, is there a
boy you feel attracted to?"
"Shit,
no. I mean, yes. I mean, attracted to is gross understatement, considering
that I had his tongue down my throat last night!" he snapped
"Oh..."
was again he best choice for a reply.
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