Generation X: Xander Style
Disclaimer: Buffy belongs to Joss, X Men Evo belongs to Marvel and other people. No money is being made from this.
word count: 871
Warnings: Somewhat explicit slash in the form of Spike and Xander.
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He couldn't see well, the light was too dim in the basement. Basement? Hadn't he moved out of there? He remembered moving out, why was he in the basement again? His thoughts suddenly few apart as something wet and wonderful engulfed him and he sighed in pleasure. Whoever was working down there knew what they were doing, sucking him down with expertise that spoke of years of experience. Strong hands held his hips down as he bucked up, trying to thrust into that wonderful mouth, he gave a whimper in protest.
Then the mouth was gone and he struggled to sit up, to see where it had gone. Those strong hands pushed him back down and he finally looked up to see intense blue eyes gazing down at him. He was in Buffy's basement then, with Spike...where else would he be? He smiled and opened his arms to his lover just as the scene changed and left him reeling.
His vision was fuzzy around the edges but it didn't matter because Spike was on top of him, inside of him, moving with him. Spike was looking down at him again as he thrust into him, gazing down at him in wonder as they moved together.
“Xander.” Spike's bedroom voice was soft, cultured, and made him shiver in anticipation. “Come for me love.”
His vision swam again as he moved with Spike, his hips rising off the bed, moving into Spike's thrusts, taking him as deep as he could. The pleasure mounted, engulfed him, devoured him as he came and felt Spike give in only seconds behind him. The cool wash of fluids filling him like nothing ever had before. Spike filled an emptiness he hadn't even known was there.
Gentle hands held his face, soft lips graced against his own and he did that thing with his tongue that Spike loved, coveted.
Then the bed was gone, he was standing, the light was still dim and he was yelling. Telling the the girls to run for it, to get away. All that mattered was keeping them safe. He felt a jerk and suddenly strong hands held his face, but they weren't the gentle grip he was familiar with. A sadistic face leered down at him.
“Well, you're the one who see ain't ya.” The hands shifted and there was a horrible pressure on his left eye. Then there was nothing but pain and screams, the screams sounded like his own. There was shouting, Spike's voice, and a jolt shook him, knocked the cruel eye gouging hands away. The damage was done and he knows deep down his eye is gone, but it doesn't matter, his mind is fuzzy with pain. It's all he can register and his mind is shutting down fast. Pain and Spike is all he can sense, Spike's gentle hands support him, carry him as the world fades to black.
Numbness...and a really annoying beeping noise. A presence at his side, a soft voice whispering poetry in between soft pleas.
“Love you Xan, please wake up.” The world is different but he can see, bright blue eyes blink back tears of relief. “It was touch and go for a while there love. Thought I was gonna lose you.”
A press of lips as Spike leans down to kiss him, he tries to kiss back but he still feels fuzzy, groggy, the result of really good meds.
Then those lips he loves are gone and the annoying beeping sound gets louder, more insistent until it's a constant shriek.
“Xander! Wake up already! You're alarm is gonna wake the neighbors!”
The fuzzy feeling faded and he reached for the alarm, smacking at it, beating it into submission. Dawn's comment finally registered. “We don't have neighbors.”
“No one close by, but your hell clock could wake the entire town. Why do you even have an alarm clock when it obviously doesn't wake you up?”
He groaned and reached for his eye patch, slipping it on. It way too early to debate with Dawn. “It's an adult thing.”
He smiled at her, well he hoped it was a smile. “It's more for you than me. Alarm goes off, wakes you up, you yell at me, and then I wake up. See it all balances out.”
She rolled her eyes at him. “Whatever. Hey, why'd you set your alarm anyway?”
His grin turned to a smirk and she gave him a wary look. “Because you have an appointment. Gotta get you enrolled in your new school.”
“Oh come on! I can totally study here at home! You can help!”
“Uh huh. You really think Buffy and Willow would let me be your only link to education?”
She stuck out her lower lip in a patented Buffy pout. “No.”
He tried to make his smile reassuring. “It shouldn't be that bad. Giles assured me there's no hellmouth here. So weird stuff happening at the school should be at an all time low.”
With a sigh she gave in. “When's the appointment?”
“Yay. Bayville High here I come.”