Christmas Challenge 2006

 
Non Sylum Canon
Title: When Worlds Collide
Author: callisto24
Rating: FRAO
Disclaimer: I don ‘ t own anything.Sylum Clan belongs to bjJones. No money made!
Summery: Spike and Xander meet
Type: Slash
Author ‘ s notes: This takes place after Season 7 Buffy and Season 5
Fandom: Buffy, Angel
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Requests: a big fight, then make-up sex
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Spike walked through the castle feeling increasingly dizzy. A strange sense of oddity seized him and he pulled himself together in order to shake it off his shoulders, which were pressed down by a heavy weight while an irresistible power tried to suck him into the ground.
Last time, he ‘ d felt like this seemed to be ages ago, in a past life, after he had died and returned again, after this endless time of struggling, grieving and the often futile attempts to keep his sanity.
He stood still, rubbed his suddenly hurting temple, and wondered for a moment what he was doing here in this part of the world, in the middle of Europe, a place he hadn ‘ t wished to see once more.
Obviously he must be extremely exhausted, though he couldn ‘ t remember why.
He looked around, unable to avoid the suspicion, that something went completely wrong inside these old hallways, the ruins left from the once impressing building, he usually would have been proud to cross, his chin raised up, taking quick steps, his black leather coat swinging behind him.
A feeling of upcoming danger gripped him in its iron fist, and he remembered this sleepy town, rich of demons, evil ghosts and lost souls, altogether attracted by the hellmouth beneath.
It ‘ s been a long time ago in Sunnydale, where he ‘ d lost control for the last time, where the first of all evils had reached out for him, had played games with his mind, whirled him around and spat him out, when it had enough.
Spike growled annoyed and with a sigh he started moving again. But the scent surrounding him started to make him shiver in anticipation of something bigger, something more scaring than he had imagined for years.
He lit a cigarette in an useless attempt to distract himself from the sudden memories haunting him. And he had no doubt about the reason for these memories.
Why on earth had he been forced to meet this idiot again? What had he done to deserve it.
“Spike! Never giving up old habits, right?” Xander made a clicking noise with his tongue and shook his head.
“Shut up, man, not your business.”
Xander raised his eyebrowes.
“Really?”
He studied the vampire in front of him with disgust. The torch in front of him sent its light through the room, caught Spikes bright hair and made it glisten. Silver strands flamed up with every move and the icy blue eyes stared at him challenging. But somehow the rough features appeared different, a confusing mixture of hardness and simple fear. Xander would swear that the man looked even paler than normally.
There was definitely something in the air, something disturbing, very old and strangely familiar. He ‘ d had this feeling before and he had no intention to remember the past. So he concentrated on the presence, cursing silently Giles who had convinced him to fulfil Angels request, who had showed up recently asking them to look after his companion.
“So, when will you have finished studying architecture?”
“Can ‘ t be soon enough, right boy?”
“Well, I won ‘ t contradict. You ‘ re a part of old times I ‘ d prefer to forget.”
“I know what you mean, and believe me, I can ‘ t wait for the moment, either.”
“Then, what ‘ s holding you?”
Spike remained silent for a moment, listened attentively to a sound Xander couldn ‘ t make out.
He seemed to return from another dimension, when he said and unexpectedly low.
“This is no mistake. It is with us!”
Xander startled, couldn ‘ t avoid the fear rolling over him, though he tried to talk it away in his usual superficial manner.
“Sure man, who would believe in you making a mistake.”
Spike studied Xander throroughly from head to toe, regarded the dark hair falling softly around his still boyish face, met the obsidian coloured eyes, which revealed that they ‘ d already seen more than usual in this age.
“You are real... , aren’t you?” He mumbled absent mindly, lost in thoughts he couldn ‘ t prevent, thoughts, which made him shiver in fear.
“Me? Of course I am! Spike!You ‘ re going nuts again?”
Xander looked alarmed. “Damnit, I can ‘ t believe it! You son of a bitch will succeed to turn our lives into hell again.”
“What are you talking about?”
Oh, you know. I don ‘ t have to tell you.” His voice grew louder. “Hellmouth... obsessions... William the Bloody... , but you ‘ ll see... I won ‘ t get fooled again.”
“Seems like you are going crazy, kid! Leave me alone!”
“No, I won ‘ t. I have to tell you for once, that you wouldn ‘ t receive another chance, not here!”
“Xander!” Spike sighed, slowly becoming really annoyed. “We ‘ re on the same side. No need to fight.”
“I ‘ m not... I ‘ ll never be on your side! I ‘ m not stupid enough to trust you.” “Okay by me. Anything else you want to tell me?”
“I can ‘ t stand selfish bastards like you. Can ‘ t believe, that I agreed to come here. Angel really owes me one!”
“Can we leave this behind us? I know, it ‘ s not my vampire existence, that you ‘ re holding in contempt. It ‘ s something between you and me.”
“You ‘ re damn right. It ‘ s you! You ‘ re attracting trouble of the worst kind, as long as I ‘ m knowing you!”
“Yeah, sure, it ‘ s all my fault, nobody would doubt that.”
“So, what ‘ s about your weird behaviour a moment ago? Something is with us? Sounds like you ‘ re losing it again. And that ‘ s kind of an invitation for each eerie demon to take you into his possession. But before this happens, I ‘ m sure, that Giles and Angel would be glad, if I ‘ d dust you first.”
“Your dreaming.” Spike felt his anger grow. “I have a job to do here and I will do it. Who do you think you are, always pretending you ‘ re better than me.”
“No doubt, that I ‘ m better than you.” Xander stared at him, confused himself by the irresistable urge to hurt the guy. The feeling grapped him again, the almost forgotten feeling of an unclear, foggy desire, a longing he couldn ‘ t put in words for he had no idea what it was, he was longing for.
“Shut up, kid, if you don ‘ t want me to became really furious.”
“Now I ‘ m scared. What do you want to do? Drink my blood?”
“Do you think, I would poison myself?” Spike shot back, sensing his blood rising, finding it increasingly difficult to keep the wrath inside. Why was it, that the guy always made him lose his temper. Advantage was, he had stopped to feel scared, the familiar feeling of anger chasing away the uncomfortable and irrefutable worry.
“You ‘ d never mind, as far as I remember, each animal would show more self control than you.”
That did it. Spike thought, he would explode if he ‘ d held his fury inside any longer and lashed out at his opposite. But Xander had improved his fighting skills during the last years, had trained hard and wasn ‘ t anymore that inferior to the blond, who felt more weak than he would admit. Xander evaded the punch, whirled around, and kicked into Spikes stomach, who let out a deep growl, before he dashed back on him, landing a hit against the chin of the other man, who stumbled, lost his balance and fell on his knees. Immediately Spike was upon him, treating every part of Xanders body he could reach with his fists, freeing the anger, he had held inside for so many years. “You have no right to condemn me!” he screamed, while the hits rained on the younger mans back, who had curled up a moment, before he managed to turn around and raised his knee until it met hard the sensible parts between Spikes legs.
“Damn!” Spike pulled back, needing a moment to adjust himself. Xander used the time to get up until they stood in front of each other, panting, their eyes shooting arrows, wild enough to set their surroundings in flames.
When they came together again, it was a desperate wrestling for gaining the upper hand, together they tumbled and fell, rolled across the floor unable to stop the fight. Together they crashed down the stairs, lost balance completely, bursted through the last steps, which couldn ‘ t hold the extent of their violence. They lost their grip on each other and stood up wavering, the only sounds filling the basement were their husky groaning. “Kill him,” the bodyless voice demanded. “Kill him and you ‘ ll be in peace. There is no other way.”
“Nooo, ” Spike pressed his hands against his ears, when another kick made him sink down, but he was quick enough to trip Xander, who collided hard with the rude wall.
“You ‘ ll pay, I ‘ ll swear,” he grumbled, when Spike kicked him into the area of his kidneys. He moaned, but still remained on his feet, when the blond rushed against him, emitting a desperate cry, pulling them both to the stony ground.
“I hate you!” The muffled sounds passed through the dark scenery, the only light seemed to come from above.
“I hate you, “the voice was heard again, but Xander became aware, that the violent punches had stopped, that Spike only hold him in a tight embrace as if he ‘ d want to prevent him from breathing though the pressure wasn ‘ t strong enough to do so.
“I hate you!” The voice became soft and Xander could swear, he ‘ d hear a sob.
Startled he stopped his frantic movements, remained still, searching the darkness wondering what has happened.
And then he saw them, these normally cold shining blue eyes filled with salty tears, flowing down the face, he had declined for such a long time. And in this one moment he recognized why, he saw it clearer, than he had seen anything before, saw the reason for his rejection building up in front of him.
“Spike,” he whispered, when his dark eyes drank the sight of the man in front of him. “Spike! I know now!” His voice broke, when he went on. “No fear! It ‘ s alright!”
“What do you mean?” the blond glanced at him.
“I know, it ‘ s right,” Xander whispered, when he bent down on the slim figure beneath him and softly touched his mouth, tasting the blood, dripping from the corner of the other mans soft lips.
It mixed with the hot fluid streaming out of the wounds Spike had caused in his features, the sweet taste making him shiver in expectation. The kiss grew stronger, became harder, demanding, until they moaned against each other, changing the hold of their arms and legs into a passionate grip, becoming even tighter than before. Xanders hungry mouth moved and kneaded Spikes until it finally opened, granted access to the hot tongue, swirling and dancing the ancient dance of desire. Hands slid over black clothes, hastily pulling them aside, reaching for the pale skin, covering the hard muscled arms and chest. Spike urged the other man up without breaking the kiss, getting rid of his coat and shirt. He ripped Xanders sweater open to be able to kiss his way down the sensitive throat, resting a while on the place behind the ear, an attention, which made Xander tremble and shake in anticipation. He let himself being guided until he lay with his back on the floor, sensing this sensitive mouth covering his skin until it reached one of the two dark nipples already erected by the sensations. Though the tongue licked around them, sucked them in, until he started to scream in lust, only to be silenced by the lips, which covered his again.
Unable to bear it any longer he flipped the smaller man around, now his turn to caress the cold skin with hands, lips and tongue. Soon, too soon, but inevitably his hands glided down, opened the black Jeans, found his aim. Spike arched back, letting out a sigh, when big hands started to build the tension, stroke his cock, until he thought his heart would burst, though he knew it yet wasn ‘ t pounding.
“Stop it!” he croaked. “I can ‘ t hold it.”
“Then don ‘ t,” Xander grinned, enjoying his undeniable power. And Spike came with a content yelp, couldn ‘ t prevent the endless stream of creamy fluid, when Xander pumped him merciless empty.
“God,” he sighed shivering with the aftershocks, when Xander bent over him again, covered him with his body, the hard member inside his trousers reminding him of what had to come.
He nuzzled Spikes neck who opened the buttons, pulled the disturbing clothes down until skin met skin, making them both gasp with the feeling. “Take me, now!” Spike moaned, tossing his head from one side to another, when Xander softly bit his throat. The dark haired man needed no further encouragement, softly pushing against the enticing entrance until Spike raised his knees up, offered himself to the handsome guy, who pushed in almost violently, taking no prisoners. He cried out, when Xander reached the magic spot inside him with the first hard stroke, groaned, when he pulled out only to come back forcefully. They moved together in a magic rhythm, getting higher and higher, until they reached the peak, until Xander threw his head back in pleasure and filled him, nearly endlessly, finally collapsing on the other body, who still shook with the aftermaths of his second orgasm. “Xander!” Spike called him softly when the other man wasn ‘ t moving. The hard body seemed stiff and lifeless, burying him under its weight and he suddenly struggled to come free, tried to push Xander away, feeling the terror from earlier returning, reaching out for him with cold fingers. He couldn ‘ t move, couldn ‘ t think, couldn ‘ t get away from the demonic presence threatening him, felt naked, helpless and alone, devoured by the darkest of all evils. He tried to penetrate the blackness with his eyes, regognizing the dark cellar, he ‘ d searched for days, convinced that he would find Nosferatu here, obsessed by the thought to destroy this monster. “And you ‘ d found me at last!” The ancient vampire whispered through the darkness. “Believe me, you will regret it soon.” He sniffed audibly. “Too long, since I ‘ ve received a delicious meal like this. You ‘ re presenting me the first human blood in this part of the world for decades, I ‘ ll make sure to thank you properly before I ‘ ll send you to hell.”
“Wha... What have you done to him?” Spike whimpered in shock.
“Oh dear!” The ugly, haggard figure seemed to attempt a grin, when it answered. “My powers allow me to call each vulnerable soul into this place, don ‘ t you think, that I would be able to immobilize a simple human, to paralyze an insult like your sad existence?”
Spike desperately tried to get up, but the will of the vampire hold him in place.
“You hadn ‘ t called me, you don ‘ t possess that kind of power.”
“That ‘ s right, you hadn ‘ t called him, I had sent him out to find you.”
Angel raised his weapon and in one skilful movement parted the abhorrent head from its body. A scream pierced the night, while the cloud of dust slowly sank to the ground, when Spike felt the paralyzis fading away, when his senses became clear again, when he met the dark eyes of his awakening lover.
“You ‘ re okay, Xander,” he asked softly receiving a small nod by the man, before he turned to Angel.
“Damnit Angel, you really enjoy appearing last minute!”
“Well,” the older vampire shrugged. “Hadn ‘ t expected you to attract his attention that soon. But... ,” he threw a glance over Xanders naked body. “Seems you had some help in here.”
“Shut up,” Xander grumbled. “And would you leave! Now! I guess Spike and I have to talk.” Without a word, only a hidden smile appearing on his face vanishing in the shadows, Angel left. “What?” Spike murmured. “You want to throw something at me, again? Then, listen, boy, I won ‘ t accept... .” “Could you just remain silent for one moment,” Xander demanded and wrapped his arms around the slender body, closing his mouth with a deep and passionate kiss, telling him everything, words would never be able to tell.
 
The end