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This story is No. 2 in the series "Misprints and Misunderstanding". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: When Xander's headaches turn out to be something less than mundane, the dynamics of the Scoobies shift. New friends and a new prophecy keep things interesting. Oz/Xander pairing, Spike/OC, Greg/OC. Buffy bashing included THIS IS ABANDONED

Categories Author Rating Chapters Words Recs Reviews Hits Published Updated Complete
Multiple Crossings > Xander-Centered > Pairing: Other Slash
Multiple Crossings > Spike-Centered
slytherinwithwingsFR183443,24417270182,05812 Jul 078 Apr 09No

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27. In which the Group...er...Regroups.

AN: Hi. This chapter does contain a nice steamy homo erotic scene. If you want absolutely nothing to do with that, don’t read the Xander pov, skip to the Spike pov. Kay, thx buh bye.

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Xander jerked and took a pained breath. Gut kill. He hated getting stabbed in the gut. Just hurt so much more than a chest kill, both the dying and the coming back. His eyes fluttered open to see his Teacher standing to the side watching Diane and Greg spar on the other side of the training room. Delvin's eyes fell on him.

"I think that's enough for tonight," the older Immortal said and offered Xander a hand up. He accepted, grabbing his axe with his other hand.

"I think I get it now," Xander said. "I need to move my hands closer together for the wide strike, but widen it for the block."

Delvin smiled.

"Exactly, but you have to be careful of your aim. The closer your hands are together, the less control you have over the head. Practice that tonight, okay?" Phrased as a question, but definitely an order.

Xander nodded and headed for the shower. Stripping his bloody shredded clothes away he stepped under the spray. It always amazed him to see no new scars, no marks of any kind after a training session. Wounds didn't even bleed all that much beyond the initial spray; they just closed too quickly. The door opened and a pair of wiry arms entwined around his waist as a short yet sexy body pressed against his back.

"Hey," Oz said.

"Hey back." Xander leaned back against his lover. "How was the walk-through?"

"Quiet. Nothing out."

"That's not good," Xander mused, turning in the circle of Oz's arms. Oz's hair was blue this week, dark purple under the water. Xander carded his hands through that soft wet hair and drew his head down to kiss the werewolf deeply. Oz groaned and arched against him.

When they broke apart, Oz gasped, "Supposed to meet Willow at Giles' in a bit."

"Kay." Xander kissed him again. "We'll be quick."

"Quick, yeah," Oz agreed.

To make up for their height differences, Xander just scooped up Oz and pinned him to the wall, the muscles developed from practicing daily with the heavy axe coming in handing. Oz wrapped his legs around him, thrusting slightly. Xander cupped Oz's butt with his hands and kissed him again, their tongues dancing. Oz reached between them and held their erections together, the hot lengths sliding together so wonderfully under the spray for the shower.

Oz was so perfect for this. The perfect size, the perfect feel, the perfect instincts to make this work. They didn't have to do anything but enjoy each other.

The smaller man was moaning into their kisses non-stop, another thing Xander loved. Laconic Oz may be, but he made his pleasure known though moans and grunts and all those hot noises that Xander loved being the cause of. He began thrusting with more force, and the pitch of the sounds changed. Their lips separated and Oz's head fell back against the wall, his green eyes glazed. Xander leaned forward to kiss and suck that lean neck while Oz keened and came. Xander grunted and followed him to completion.
After a brief moment to catch their breath, Xander lowered Oz carefully back to his own feet and they shared a final kiss before separated, this one sweet and soft and unhurried. Resting their foreheads together, Xander smiled.

"So. Giles research party, huh?"

"Mmm."

"Let's get dried off then."

"Hn."

Xander laughed and shut the shower off.

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Spike's nose twitched when Xander and Oz made their reappearance. My my, someone had fun in the shower. He knew it was the newness of their bond. They probably didn't even notice that they went at it right before leaving the mansion, marking each other with their scents before going out of their home. Part of him was wistful. It had been so long since he belonged to someone like that.

"Oi, Whelp. You two ready or do you need more *ahem* time?" he teased.

Xander just put his arm over Oz's shoulder and grinned.

"We're ready, Spike, don't get your panties all twisty."

Spike rolled his eyes. "Let's go."

Xander and Oz followed without further comment. Not that Oz said much of anything anyways.

They made it to the Watcher's in short time. Buffy wasn't there. The entire group relaxed upon that realization. Willow was quietly sipping some tea at the bar, she smiled brightly at them as they came in. She bounced over to Xander, and he swooped her up in a hardy hug. Spike glanced at Oz but he was just watching them both with affection.

“So, how’s things on the deep dark hellmouthy front?” Xander asked the room in general as he set Willow back down.

Giles looked up from his Big Musty Book.

“Hello, Xander, Oz, Spike. And we don’t know,” he replied before turning his gaze back to the book. He continued talking though. “The demon community is suspiciously silent on all fronts. If anything, they seem to be afraid of something. Most have gone into hiding or left town altogether. And whatever’s coming, or already here, none of them are talking about it.”

Spike settled into one of the Watcher’s couches, yawning.

“My bet, there’s a big unbeatable Bad Thing out there. And as usual, it will be beaten anyway,” he said negligently.

“My prophecy sense is tingling,” Xander said with a frown. Then he brightened. “I know. I’ll take bets. Fifty bucks it’s the big evil thingy coming for the twins.”

Spike lost his grin at that. Delvin…

“We should tell them.”

“Come on, Spike, it’s just a feeling.” Xander laughed. “We should know for sure by before telling them, right? Could just be a run of the mill Big Bad.”

Spike caught himself exchanging a glance with Giles.

“Xander,” he began carefully. “When was the last time one of your “feelings” was wrong?”

“Well…” Xander began, then frowned thoughtfully. He shook his head. “Hellmouthy coincidence.”

“I don’t know, Xander,” Willow added, thoughtfully. “It does seem like every time you make a funny, smart-alekey comment, something related seems to happen. Huh, why didn’t I notice that before?”

“It is true, Xander. That’s why I started taking those little comments you make more seriously,” Giles put in, predictably removing his glasses for a quick polish. Spike didn’t remember fidgeting with his so much as a mortal.

Xander was starting to look a little panicky around the eyes and the scent of fear tickled Spike’s nose. Instantly, the wolf was there, right beside Xander, wrapped a deceptively thin arm around his waist. He began murmuring so quietly that even Spike’s vampire hearing couldn’t pick it up, but Xander’s hyena ears would. He sagged against his mate gratefully, drawing on the calm that Oz radiated.

“Well, that’s it for tonight then?” Xander finally asked, back in control.

“Yes,” Giles answered. “Buffy is still patrolling for signs but there is nothing else to be done for now.”

“Okay, I’m gonna go meet with Tara then,” Willow announced, clearly eager to leave. “I’ll call tomorrow for updates.”

Chorus’s of farewells drifted toward her from the men. Spike thought she really wasn’t so bad when she wasn’t hiding behind the Slayer.

“I’ll talk to Delvin and Diane tonight,” Xander said, once she’d gone. “It won’t hurt to have them on their guard, even if it’s nothing. Not that they ever let their guard down, or get lazy or let me and Greg get lazy, but you never know…mpff.”

Oz placed his mouth firmly over Xander’s to stop the flow of babble. Spike watched with interest as the two shared a long leisurely kiss, while the Watcher looked quickly back at his book. Oz finally released Xander’s lips.

“Mansion?” he asked.

“Uh huh.” Xander grabbed Oz’s hand, and they headed toward the door. “Bye Giles. Spike?”

“Be by later,” the vampire replied, amused. “Have fun keeping him quiet, Wolf.”

“’Kay, bye.”

They were barely out the door before Spike burst out laughing. Giles rolled his eyes and threw a paper wad at the hundred plus year-old child.


AN: Hi, me again. Sorry it’s been so long. I’m now settled in the south, but I have a real job for the first time in a year so my updates will come more slowly. I’m sorry and I’ll try to make them worth the wait. Reviews are always welcome.
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