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cityphonelines at 01:00pm on 30/05/2007 under fic, fic:btvs/ats: based on beatles songs, fic:btvs: maxwell's silver hammer(s/x)
cityphonelines at 01:00pm on 30/05/2007 under fic, fic:btvs/ats: based on beatles songs, fic:btvs: maxwell's silver hammer(s/x)Pairing: S/X
Rating: R
Summary: It always bothered me that the First never messed with Xander directly. It also bothered me that the trigger overruled the chip. My brain did not want to accept that at face value. So, what if the First did and the trigger didn’t?
Warning: Dark
Disclaimer: Not mine.
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piratepurple, originally posted Oct. 2004 in Bloodclaim
Tuesday, 6:15 am
Spike wondered how this kept happening. Was he still cracked in the head? Did the chip break down? The reason didn’t matter; what did matter was waking up every morning with a full belly, a dormant, yet content demon, and an aching soul. Probably all due to the corpses he was finding in his bed. The body was always a girl, always small, always blonde and usually pretty. Like Buffy. With bite marks in their necks. Just like Buffy.
But each of the girls had a split skull, as if he had sunk a hammer into their heads. Fractures and fissures running through the delicate plates of bone. Not his style at all.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Tuesday, 6:17 am
Xander realized he’d been losing time, however it had taken him awhile to catch on. He would find himself at the coffee maker, holding a filter with one hand and scratching that itchy-in-the-morning bit of skin just underneath the waistband of his boxers with the other or naked, facing the shower stall, hand poised above the hot water tap; but he never remembered his alarm going off or getting out of bed. He didn’t worry much, there was a lot going on. Buffy mentioned she’d had a few prophetic dreams, something about the ground getting eaten. Xander saw much research on the horizon.
Not a big deal, until he found himself stretched out on the floor right outside Spike’s closet. Fully dressed. With his toolbox at his side.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Tuesday, 3:28 am
The Bronze was still full, capacity met by writhing bodies and a thrumming bass beat. Xander looked around, eyeing the crowd. Watching Spike. He watched him work the club goers, dancing with one before leaving them for another. Hunting for her. Xander grabbed his drink and leaned back against the bar rail, his gaze flickering briefly to the entrance. It was far too late for them to worry, but really, with a slayer on the loose you could never be too careful.
They saw her at the same moment. Slight and honey blonde, pretty and perfect. Spike smiled at Xander and danced around to the girl, laying an arm on her shoulder and loosely grinding against her. He could smell the mint from the gum she was snapping and felt her blood growing warmer under her skin.
“What’s your name, love?”
She shivered when his breath hit her ear. “It’s Monica, what’s yours?”
“William,” he answered. He could feel Xander somewhere behind him, but refused to turn away from the girl, not wanting his prey to think his attentions were wandering. He pushed himself closer to her and said, “I’ve got a friend I’d like you to meet. He’s a sweet bloke, you’ll like him.”
Monica’s smile wavered a bit, “I came by myself, I don’t have a friend for him to dance with. I’m sorry, I’m new in town, I don’t know that many people yet.”
Spike grinned and spun her around in his arms, he cradled her to his chest and continued the slow twistrolltwist of his hips. He turned them around as one and she found herself face to face with a set of darkly innocent eyes.
“I’m Alex,” Xander invaded her personal space and began dancing with the couple, “I’m William’s friend, who’re you?”
“This is Monica, pet,” Spike said, responding for her, “she’s new in town. Isn’t that lovely?” Monica tried to put push forward, sensing something was off about the two men, but they sandwiched her in tighter and moved her along to the beat.
“I think I should go, I have a class in the morning. Early in the morning,” she said, squirming in their embrace, “Besides, I’m not into the whole threesome thing, I mean, you’re both really cute and all, but I’m not that kind of girl.”
Xander lifted his head, peering over her shoulder in an exaggerated motion, “Hear that William? She thinks were cute. Poor girl.” Turning his attention back to the girl he bowed his head and licked a trickle of salty sweat from her neck, “Now…Monica, was it? Yeah, Monica. Now, Monica, me and Will are leaving and you’re going to come with us.” He wound his arm past her waist, gripping the vampire behind her and brought the other arm up, holding her jaw shut with his rough hand. “You can’t say no, it wasn’t a question.”
Spike could smell the terror streaming out from her pores, syrup sweet and thick. They lead the girl outside to the back alley and Xander pushed her against the bricks. Each one straddled a leg, effectively pinning her to the wall of the building.
“Please, don’t-“
“If you beg us not to rape you, I’ll have my boy slit your throat,” Spike snarled in her ear, “Neither one of us want to fuck you, so don’t you worry ‘bout that.”
Monica whimpered at the threat, her mind frozen with fear. “T-then why are you doing this. Don’t hurt me, please, let me go. I won’t tell anyone, I swear,” she pleaded.
Xander stroked her throat, ignoring her pleas. “I think you’re gonna like her William.”
Spike stepped away from the girl. “Don’t move. That slit throat warning still applies. Try to run and I’ll catch you, try to scream and he’ll stop you.” He walked around her and fell into Xander. He reached up and traced Xander’s eyebrow with his thumb, mussing the tiny hairs and then smoothing them back down, fingers splayed across Xander’s cheek. Spike dragged his thumb down Xander’s stubbled face, before tracing the boy’s lower lip. Xander let his mouth open and pulled the thumb in with his tongue. Spike melted into him further, forcing a leg in between Xander’s roughly.
Xander pulled himself back from Spike’s thumb and gripped the girl’s throat tightly. He licked his way up Spike’s open palm, but his gaze remained fixed on her panic stricken, sage green eyes. “Still think we’re cute?”
Rating: R
Summary: It always bothered me that the First never messed with Xander directly. It also bothered me that the trigger overruled the chip. My brain did not want to accept that at face value. So, what if the First did and the trigger didn’t?
Warning: Dark
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Written for
piratepurple, originally posted Oct. 2004 in BloodclaimTuesday, 6:15 am
Spike wondered how this kept happening. Was he still cracked in the head? Did the chip break down? The reason didn’t matter; what did matter was waking up every morning with a full belly, a dormant, yet content demon, and an aching soul. Probably all due to the corpses he was finding in his bed. The body was always a girl, always small, always blonde and usually pretty. Like Buffy. With bite marks in their necks. Just like Buffy.
But each of the girls had a split skull, as if he had sunk a hammer into their heads. Fractures and fissures running through the delicate plates of bone. Not his style at all.
Tuesday, 6:17 am
Xander realized he’d been losing time, however it had taken him awhile to catch on. He would find himself at the coffee maker, holding a filter with one hand and scratching that itchy-in-the-morning bit of skin just underneath the waistband of his boxers with the other or naked, facing the shower stall, hand poised above the hot water tap; but he never remembered his alarm going off or getting out of bed. He didn’t worry much, there was a lot going on. Buffy mentioned she’d had a few prophetic dreams, something about the ground getting eaten. Xander saw much research on the horizon.
Not a big deal, until he found himself stretched out on the floor right outside Spike’s closet. Fully dressed. With his toolbox at his side.
Tuesday, 3:28 am
The Bronze was still full, capacity met by writhing bodies and a thrumming bass beat. Xander looked around, eyeing the crowd. Watching Spike. He watched him work the club goers, dancing with one before leaving them for another. Hunting for her. Xander grabbed his drink and leaned back against the bar rail, his gaze flickering briefly to the entrance. It was far too late for them to worry, but really, with a slayer on the loose you could never be too careful.
They saw her at the same moment. Slight and honey blonde, pretty and perfect. Spike smiled at Xander and danced around to the girl, laying an arm on her shoulder and loosely grinding against her. He could smell the mint from the gum she was snapping and felt her blood growing warmer under her skin.
“What’s your name, love?”
She shivered when his breath hit her ear. “It’s Monica, what’s yours?”
“William,” he answered. He could feel Xander somewhere behind him, but refused to turn away from the girl, not wanting his prey to think his attentions were wandering. He pushed himself closer to her and said, “I’ve got a friend I’d like you to meet. He’s a sweet bloke, you’ll like him.”
Monica’s smile wavered a bit, “I came by myself, I don’t have a friend for him to dance with. I’m sorry, I’m new in town, I don’t know that many people yet.”
Spike grinned and spun her around in his arms, he cradled her to his chest and continued the slow twistrolltwist of his hips. He turned them around as one and she found herself face to face with a set of darkly innocent eyes.
“I’m Alex,” Xander invaded her personal space and began dancing with the couple, “I’m William’s friend, who’re you?”
“This is Monica, pet,” Spike said, responding for her, “she’s new in town. Isn’t that lovely?” Monica tried to put push forward, sensing something was off about the two men, but they sandwiched her in tighter and moved her along to the beat.
“I think I should go, I have a class in the morning. Early in the morning,” she said, squirming in their embrace, “Besides, I’m not into the whole threesome thing, I mean, you’re both really cute and all, but I’m not that kind of girl.”
Xander lifted his head, peering over her shoulder in an exaggerated motion, “Hear that William? She thinks were cute. Poor girl.” Turning his attention back to the girl he bowed his head and licked a trickle of salty sweat from her neck, “Now…Monica, was it? Yeah, Monica. Now, Monica, me and Will are leaving and you’re going to come with us.” He wound his arm past her waist, gripping the vampire behind her and brought the other arm up, holding her jaw shut with his rough hand. “You can’t say no, it wasn’t a question.”
Spike could smell the terror streaming out from her pores, syrup sweet and thick. They lead the girl outside to the back alley and Xander pushed her against the bricks. Each one straddled a leg, effectively pinning her to the wall of the building.
“Please, don’t-“
“If you beg us not to rape you, I’ll have my boy slit your throat,” Spike snarled in her ear, “Neither one of us want to fuck you, so don’t you worry ‘bout that.”
Monica whimpered at the threat, her mind frozen with fear. “T-then why are you doing this. Don’t hurt me, please, let me go. I won’t tell anyone, I swear,” she pleaded.
Xander stroked her throat, ignoring her pleas. “I think you’re gonna like her William.”
Spike stepped away from the girl. “Don’t move. That slit throat warning still applies. Try to run and I’ll catch you, try to scream and he’ll stop you.” He walked around her and fell into Xander. He reached up and traced Xander’s eyebrow with his thumb, mussing the tiny hairs and then smoothing them back down, fingers splayed across Xander’s cheek. Spike dragged his thumb down Xander’s stubbled face, before tracing the boy’s lower lip. Xander let his mouth open and pulled the thumb in with his tongue. Spike melted into him further, forcing a leg in between Xander’s roughly.
Xander pulled himself back from Spike’s thumb and gripped the girl’s throat tightly. He licked his way up Spike’s open palm, but his gaze remained fixed on her panic stricken, sage green eyes. “Still think we’re cute?”
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