FIC: RAIN (sequel to SUN) 4/4

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I watched the world float
To the dark side of the moon
I feel there is nothing I can do, yeah
I watched the world float
To the dark side of the moon


RAIN
Sequel to SUN

Pairing: Spike/Xander
Rating: NC-17
Season: BtVS 4 somewhere - no spoilers
Length: 4 parts, 3,600 words all together
crossposted: bloodclaim, sickchicks, hadesinwaiting, xander_slash

Thanks to: joolzmp7 for her patient beta work!





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RAIN

Part 4

Third Person's Point of View
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Lazily Spike shoves the demon away and to the ground, knowing that it was a quiet peaceful species with no fighting skills at all, he wasn't even in the mood to kill it. No challenge.

Begging the demon inwardly to just stay down, to just run away, Spike slowly turns around to check on the whelp.

Not even a second later, Xander comes flying in his direction, his body slamming into Spike's full force, takes them both down to the ground. Spike's back connects hard with the muddy cemetery ground, Xander's body falling onto his slender frame, pushing all the unnecessary air out of the vampire.

With a furious roar another demon jumps over their tangled bodies and rushes to the demon that's still on the ground. The bigger furious demon needs a few tries to grab the smaller one, to help him off the slick floor with his horned hands and then they are both running, getting away from the hunters.

"Parental feelings among demons?" Xander asks, looking down directly into Spike's wide blue eyes. Rain is running down Xander's face, leaking from his chin and nose and out of his hair on Spike's skin. Xander is in the adrenaline kick that comes after avoiding something bad, nothing matters and everything is alright as long as the bad thing was avoided. His eyes sparkle and shine with happiness, relief and ..more?

"Weren't Daddy and daughter those two." Spike says and Xander frowns.

"No?" he asks while he stares fascinated at his hand that is cupping Spike's head, that's fingers are combing through wet slowly getting un-gelled locks and that's thumb is sliding up and down the vamps sharp cheekbone.

"Mates." Spike whispers and tries to look away from Xander's brown eyes which so intently stare into his now. "Lovers. One protecting the other."

Lovers. Xander rolls the word over and over in his head before he whispers it, warm breath puffing against Spike's lips.

"Lovers."

Offer and confession all in one and all Spike has to do is to close the distance between their lips. It's already less than half an inch but it seems too difficult a task to do.

Xander frowns down at Spike again, wondering what makes the vamp tremble in fear. What is making Spike's eyes wide, like those of an anime character? What gives them this scared expression? But the hardness against his is enough of a yes, Xander decides and leans down further, touching Spike's lips with his, at the same time Spike's fist connects with his jaw and makes him fall to the side.

Spike screams in pain from the chip's reaction and Xander's innards clench in sympathy and from received rejection - a much worse pain than the one that makes his chin throb.

Underlying all is the sound of laughter - nasty and loud and female.
The slayer, under an umbrella, that of course matches her shoes or purse or something.

Spike gives Buffy a dark look, nearly as dark as the one Xander receives and then he stomps off, tumbling slowly and insecurely on his feet and directly in the arms of five fledgelings. Sloppily he defends himself until those newly risen mud leaking wannabe vampires recognize the slayer who breaks in a run, refusing to get anywhere near them.

Xander stakes the vamp that suddenly appears behind Spike, who seems to be unaware, and the chip must be screwing big time with Spike's head. He grabs the vamp on the arm and wrenches him around.

Spike's face is wet like Xander's, rivers of rain running down his skin and, just for a second, Xander imagines them to be tears like those that mingle with the rain streaming down his cheeks.

„You’ll get yourself killed like this!“ Xander hisses at Spike.

“You care? Why is that, Harris?” Spike spits back. “Want another go?”

Without saying anything Xander turns around. He moves away quickly, feet stomping and hands fisted in his pockets, concentrating only on putting some distance between himself and the vampire.

“Running away is what you’re good at!” Spike yells after him even though he knows that it’s a complete lie, but he wants some reaction at least.

When Xander hear the false accusation he stops, rooted to the ground, nearly gasping for breath to get over the sharp pain in his chest. Without turning around he says with a steady voice: “I am not the coward here.”

Spike feels as if the world is suddenly closing in on him, not leaving enough room for him to think and he feels trapped, trapped, trapped.

Xander’s words are harsh but right this one time and all he wants to do is run and hide somewhere from himself. The sharp tongue of his that can’t stop telling the truth to anyone around him is as ruthless to himself. Not that he would admit that Harris is right. Not out loud anyway.

He swallows and looks up, the youth is gone and he feels left, left, left back.
Again.
Nothing new, but you never get used to it.
No matter how often you practise it.

And if his eyes burn, that's just from the rain that washes down the hair gel and makes it leak into his eyes.

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