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buffyverse: Entre S/X
Title: Away From the Numbers
Author: EntreNous (entrenous88)
Fandom: BtVS/Ats
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Rating: Explicit (we'll get there, I promise)
Summary: Spike's been more than done with the high-school and college crowd for years. Good thing Xander Harris is now very grown up.
Disclaimer: All Buffyverse characters herein are the property of Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, and affiliated production companies. No copyright infringement is intended.
Warnings: None
Word Count: ~1,500 this part
Author's Notes: Look, it's got a header now and everything, so you know it's a real live fic! Part 2 of the Spike/Xander thing I started back in March. Unbeta'ed, and entirely fueled by my hand-flail-y feelings about daddy-kink!Spike and older!confident!Xander Harris.



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Away From the Numbers
by
EntreNous
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From Part 1:



Obviously reminded they've got company by Toby's jibber-jabber, Xander turns, still supporting his son. Spike actually swallows. It's an echo of what a very human sort of youthful trepidation tastes like in his mouth, because Xander looks truly stern and formidable, as though he's about to ream out one of Toby's little friends for getting caught up in the melee.

Then Xander pauses, blinks. But the slack-jawed reaction Spike's expecting based on the boy Xander was years ago never comes. Instead, Xander stills for a moment and laughs out loud. "Of all the goddamn -- Spike? What the hell are you doing in town, you complete bastard?"

Spike's barely registered Toby's huff of annoyance signaling he's getting dragged along for the ride before Xander fucking Harris has clapped Spike around the shoulders in a weirdly protective bear-hug, as if Spike is one of Toby's little miscreant friends after all.




Part 2:



There's absolutely no reason Spike should spend the next day hiding out at Xander Harris's house.

If he needs to lie low, he's got a bolt-hole not far from the run-down warehouse district he'd found himself in last night. It's not got much in the way of amenities, of course, but he'd stayed years in crypts far worse.

Really, he's got no grounds to stay in town at all. The original demon Gunn texted him about is long splattered, and one restless week of patrolling later, most of the resident baddies have been run off or subdued.

On balance, then, he's no need to stay at the home of one Xander Harris, even as nicely filled-out and grown-up as that Xander Harris looks these days. Obviously Spike was ready to reject the invite to crash there as soon as he'd heard it; sentimental, the whole proposal of "catching up" Xander offered, and most likely boring at that. No, best for him to move on.

That he wakes up in Xander's guestroom with blackout shades drawn over the windows and fresh towels on the bureau is testament to how very weak-willed Spike can act given the proper chance.

But in all fairness to himself, seeing the muscles in Xander's thighs bunch and stretch against his fitted jeans while Spike had sauntered after him and Harris Junior to their truck had rather taken the matter out of his hands.

So Spike wriggles against a soft mattress and punches the pillow beneath his head, and wonders if he might not stick around for a few days more. Though Spike suspects the demon from last night was an out-of-towner (based on the way it lumbered uncertainly as it smashed Spike around a brick corner; he reckons a native would know the narrow alleys and niches better), could be the area villains need a bit more quelling. Really, for the American way and all that, he ought to stick around for a few more days to make sure Scaly Halitosis Creature doesn't have any fast friends waiting in the wings.

'Sides, catching up with this Xander Harris, the one with an easy laugh no longer encumbered by a wiry thread of anxiety running through it, the one who has big-boy spiffy towels instead of the small cuts of fabric unraveling thread by thread he'd thrust at Spike lo those many days ago in that manky basement, the one who gives a crooked charming smile as he wishes Spike good night when the sun's started to creep up toward the horizon -- well, Spike's vampire enough to admit the appeal.

Now the sun's dipped down and hazy evening light's creeping round the house, Spike hefts himself to standing and goes in search of some conversation and maybe a drink or three.

A disquieting crunching sound's coming from the kitchen. The tally of demons who make a noise like that runs through Spike's head before he so much as realizes he's strategizing and slowing down to muffle his steps.

It's been a very long time indeed since he's lurked around teenagers, though, if he's forgotten what the sound of a boy munching his way through an enormous bowl of cereal sounds like.

"Toby," Spike rumbles in greeting when he discovers Xander's son hunched at the kitchen table. Toby grunts in reply, spooning up the contents of his ceramic bowl, milk and neon-colored pieces of cereal dripping from his spoon.

"Your Da around?"

Toby replies, an expressive look of boredom on his face. But whatever he says gets lost in his mouthful of half-chewed cereal.

"That's supposed to be, 'Dad said to tell you there's blood in the fridge,' '" Xander points out as he strolls in and ruffles up Toby's hair. "We're still working on that whole elocution thing for this one."

"Dad," Toby says, aggrieved. He paws at his hair with one hand, tugging it back into whatever mess passes for style these days.

Yanking open the door of a humming fridge, Spike raises an eyebrow when he finds not just one but five blood packets awaiting him. " 'preciate it," he remembers to mutter after he stops himself staring. "Hope it wasn't much trouble."

Xander waves his words away, leaning back against the sink, one long leg crossed over the other at the ankle. "I know a guy."

"Do you now?" Spike asks, glancing at the way Xander's t-shirt pulls tight across his chest.

He's about to tease out exactly how many guys Xander knows these days (Toby's helpful little betrayal of parental trust last night about Xander dating blokes hasn't been forgotten). But he's interrupted as a voice sing-songs out, "Dadddddyy, hi!" and the back door swings open.

Spike blinks at the tall brunette with a blinding smile, pink wedge espadrille sandals and an exceptionally short-skirted dress who rushes in with her arms full of an overflowing basket of laundry.

"Never the week to eat your mom out of house and home or use up all her detergent, is it?" Xander asks cheerfully, pulling the newcomer into a hug as soon as she lets the basket drop on the floor. "Hi Jilly."
"That's Jill," Toby tells Spike, gesturing her way with his spoon. "She's supposed to live on campus now, but she's like always around."

"Shut up, Toby," Jill returns with a toothy smile. Still snuggled into her father's embrace, she snaps her gaze to Spike, kohl-lined dark eyes widening before she rolls them dramatically.

"Is one of them seriously moving in already?" she scolds in a loud whisper as she steps away from her father and frowns. "I've never even met this guy! Plus, a little young! What is he, like a couple years older than me? That's completely disgusting, Daddy."

"Spike's visiting," Toby interrupts, emphasizing the second word as though Jill is extremely slow to pick up on such concepts. "Since last night."

"Well, who is he, then?" Jill demands, hands on slim hips. "One of Toby's loser friends? Must be, with a dumb name like 'Spike'."

"Hey!" Toby and Spike object at the same time.

"Jilly-pie, quit it with the attitude," Xander says absently. He's crossed the room and reached the fridge during Jill's railing. Now he absently and easily lifts Spike aside with a practiced move so he can reach in for a beer. "Chaser?" he asks Spike, holding up a second bottle with a questioning wriggle. Seeing Spike's still just standing there, he pushes a packet of blood into his hands before giving him a little shove. "Microwave's that-a-way -- just don't use the funky blue ceramic mugs, because they get crazy hot."

Clutching the bag of blood, Spike finds himself trotting docile-like over to the indicated appliance.

"Wait, no. No. Another vampire?" Jill asks, eyebrows raised and arms crossed.

"Another?" Spike repeats, glancing Xander's way.

"Spike's an old friend," Xander answers, calmly turning his attention to twisting the caps off both beers before sliding one bottle down the counter at Spike. Spike catches it, taking a long pull on it while he waits for the microwave timer to go ping!

"Fine. No one tell me what's going on," Jill declares. "I'm putting in my delicates and calling Wanda."

"Wanda's Jill's best friend," Toby confides as his sister flounces out best she can whilst staggering slightly under the weight of her laundry. "She's a total bitch even though she's super hot."

"No calling women bitches, pal," Xander advises, stepping closer to smack Toby lightly upside the head.

"But she - geez, fine," Toby complains, grabbing his head and scowling.

"Look, buddy, no girl's a bitch because she won't look your way," Xander explains. He takes a few gulps of his beer. Since the most observant of the lot of them has already sashayed out the room, Spike goes ahead and watches Xander's throat work appealingly as he swallows.

"You're only fifteen," Xander continues reasonably. "No one wants to look your way."

"He's not so bad," Spike puts in diplomatically (he is a guest, after all). Toby's too skinny and a bit spotty, but he'll be a looker like his dad soon enough. "Seem to remember your dad did all right for himself by the time he was seventeen. Witches. Slayers. Ex-demons. So there's that to look forward to."

"Oh, gross, you knew him when he was seventeen?" Toby moans, clearly deeply offended at the idea his dad has ever been anything but a dad.

Xander grins as Toby hustles to set his bowl clattering in the sink before flying out of the kitchen. "He's hightailing it out before we can start reminiscing."

"Clever lad."

The microwave finally goes ping! Spike fetches the mug and takes a seat at the table when he sees Xander do the same.

"Daddy, where's that powder stuff?" Jill yells from what sounds to be the garage.

"Top shelf, baby," Xander calls back.

"Thank you, Daddy," she answers sweetly. Spike has no doubt it's all part of a build-up to ask for cash.

Spike laughs low. "Funny, that. Never thought I'd live the day when I heard anyone call you daddy." He takes a sip of his blood and waits for Xander to sputter like he remembers him doing back in Sunnydale.

Instead he gets more proof of how much has changed when Xander shakes his head fondly, saying, "Oh, Spike. Plenty of people have been more than happy to call me daddy."

Turns out Xander has to reach out to whack Spike helpfully across the back as Spike chokes on his blood.



*~* Part 3 *~*

Comments

( 24 comments — Leave a comment )
bethlehem2
May. 10th, 2013 04:37 pm (UTC)
I love the fact your writing Spike/Xander fic again!!! I can't wait to read more!
entrenous88
May. 10th, 2013 05:11 pm (UTC)
Fannish first love, and all that! :D Thank you so much -- I really hope you like how it shapes up.
brunettepet
May. 10th, 2013 07:19 pm (UTC)
This made me smile with delight: But in all fairness to himself, seeing the muscles in Xander's thighs bunch and stretch against his fitted jeans while Spike had sauntered after him and Harris Junior to their truck had rather taken the matter out of his hands. Trust Spike not to take any responsibility for his actions!

I also really liked Jilly's eye rolly another vampire and Spike totally catching it. Here's hoping Buffy had a field day at Xander's expense when she heard about it! He totally deserves a bit of finger pointing and mockage!

Now Spike is making himself comfortable at chez Harris, partaking of Xander's much posher, more happily given hospitality and getting to know the kiddies. Jilly might have been more right than either Xander, Spike or Toby thinks. It's possible Spike is on the verge of being Xander's live-in squeeze. I can't wait to see.

Edited at 2013-05-10 08:26 pm (UTC)
entrenous88
May. 10th, 2013 09:33 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much for this lovely detailed feedback! Haha, I'm very sympathetic to Spike's plight faced with Xander's thighs! I actually wrote sexmpathetic the first time, so, ahem.

Ah, but does he? Vampires, tricksy things!

Yes, it's certainly not as fancy as what Angel had to offer, but compared to sleeping rough or even bunking with those make-do Sunnydale kids of the past, Xander's place is pretty comfy. And Jill is perceptive in her way, true enough. *taps finger on chin and thinks*

Thank you very much!
spikedluv
May. 10th, 2013 08:13 pm (UTC)
Yay! So happy to see this on my f-list! Of course the daddy line at the end was my favorite, but Toby is pretty awesome as well. And I do enjoy Spike noticing Xander now. *g* Looking forward to seeing where you go with this.
entrenous88
May. 10th, 2013 09:36 pm (UTC)
Yay, I'm happy you're happy! Yes, this ended up being daddy-centric in a not-as-sexy-for-Spike way (though he sneaked in some ogling, and I think Xander picking him up felt like a good time). Glad to hear you like Toby! It's sort of part-and-parcel for me of showing grown-up Xander, to show off what he's like with his kids a bit (before he gets to act grown-up in a different way with Spike, bow wow chicka wow wow).

Thanks tons for reading and replying to this, Mel!
electricalgwen
May. 11th, 2013 02:08 am (UTC)
ANOTHER vampire? Oh ho, what have you been up to, Xander Harris? *cough* Angel? *cough*

I kinda love how English Xander's kids' names are. And the ending is fantastic. :D
entrenous88
May. 11th, 2013 12:53 pm (UTC)
That's so funny -- I was just trying to choose very basic names, and hadn't at all noticed how English these were.

ETA: Oh, and I should say, yes! Another vampire somewhere, hmmmm. Spike's so territorial; completely reasonable, you know, with him not being around for 20+ years. :D

Thank you!

Edited at 2013-05-11 12:58 pm (UTC)
lettered
May. 11th, 2013 08:49 am (UTC)
ahhhhhhhhhh! I love this. I love how completely unfazed Xander is by everything, and how fazed Spike is by Xander.
entrenous88
May. 11th, 2013 12:53 pm (UTC)
Thank you very much! Haha, that's pretty much the story right there. :D
turnonmyheels
May. 11th, 2013 12:47 pm (UTC)
Spike just isn't prepared at all for Harris sprogs and genuine grown-ass-adult Xander.

entrenous88
May. 11th, 2013 12:54 pm (UTC)
He really isn't ready for it at all! Thanks so much for reading. :D
sparrow2000
May. 11th, 2013 06:31 pm (UTC)
Came to this via su_herald and just read both parts so far and loved it. It's wonderful to see you writing Spander again.

Strong, confident Xander is such a kink of mine and he's just gorgeous here. I especially like the empathy he has with his kids - ""You're only fifteen," Xander continues reasonably. "No one wants to look your way." He's grown up good, but still remembers what it's like.

Love that Spike being caught between enjoying the show and being slightly wrong footed by the whole domestic scene - "Clutching the bag of blood, Spike finds himself trotting docile-like over to the indicated appliance." Snerk

Can't wait to see more.
entrenous88
May. 11th, 2013 08:49 pm (UTC)
Thank you very much! I'm so glad you followed the link and ended up enjoying this.

Great to hear you found Xander appealing -- I definitely think he'd be a sympathetic dad. And hee, Spike as wrong-footed is definitely the vibe; much as I love strutting assured Spike, it's fun to mess around with that in this dynamic.

Many thanks!
postholedigger
May. 12th, 2013 04:26 am (UTC)
Like Sparrow I love me some strong, confident Xander and I've always loved your writing. Glad to see something new. Love the kids and the last line (and the delivery) made me laugh.
entrenous88
May. 12th, 2013 01:34 pm (UTC)
Thank you very much! I really appreciate hearing that, so, yay. :D

I'm very glad you're enjoying this. Hope you continue to like how it shapes up as we go!
lokifan
May. 13th, 2013 04:33 am (UTC)
LOL. Awesome ending!

Spike/Xander's usually not my pairing at all but I'm really enjoying this - Jill and Toby made me laugh so much!
entrenous88
May. 13th, 2013 09:51 am (UTC)
Haha, thank you! Very glad you gave it a go even if S/X isn't something you normally gravitate toward. And I'm so pleased the Harris kids I couldn't help writing about amused you!
ladycat777
May. 14th, 2013 05:27 pm (UTC)
I don't k now which I love more. The easy, fluid grace of your writing again, the beauty that is Spike and Xander back on my screen, or the fact that this Spike is just the right amount of tamed down and this Xander is just the right amount of grown up.

It's beautifully written, seriously.

Also? SO HOT JESUS MORE.

Uhm. I may've lost the plot there a little bit.

BUT OMG HOT YES PLEASE.
entrenous88
May. 15th, 2013 10:33 am (UTC)
Oh, yay, a lovely comment from you! *claps* LJ decided not to tell me about this comment, sheesh, but I just noticed it now when I went to grab the header for the next bit.

Gosh, thank you so much! Your reply is just so encouraging; I can't even tell you how helpful it is to me to read these words today. I'm absolutely thrilled you like this so far. <3
laisserais
Jul. 31st, 2013 11:26 pm (UTC)
Hee! I really like Jilly. And I'm finding daddy!Xander...oddly compelling.
entrenous88
Aug. 1st, 2013 12:46 am (UTC)
Yay, so glad you like Jilly! And yes, adult!Xander is, well. Appealing. Thank you!
dragonyphoenix
Jan. 20th, 2014 02:54 am (UTC)
This is delightful. I'm so glad sparrow2000 recommended it.
entrenous88
Jan. 21st, 2014 02:28 pm (UTC)
Thank you very much! I'm so glad to hear you enjoyed it.
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