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This story is No. 1 in the series "Dog Days". You may wish to read the series introduction first.

Summary: Xander asks a favor from an old goddess, which changes a few things when Sunnydale falls. Spike/Xander

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BtVS/AtS Non-Crossover > DramacalikocatFR1834,8691147,0263 Jun 137 Sep 13Yes

Not The End

Not the End
word count: 1,381

Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel the Series do not belong to me.

A/N: Starts out in the episode Chosen.


“Is he your boyfriend?”

Buffy stopped in her tracks and turned to face Angel. “Not that it’s any of your business...but no...That ship sailed and I didn't get on board.”

“But his scent...”

“We're all holed up at my house...but Spike and Xander...”

Angel gave her a horrified look. “Whoa...whoa...I don't want to know this...Oh wait. Yes I do. How did that happen? Spike and Xander? Together?”

She frowned at him. “It’s kind of sweet actually. Though Xan is getting testy with the mother hen routine ever since...” She bit her lip and took a calming breath.

Angel's gaze sharpened. “Since what?”

She met his eyes in anger, she almost wished Caleb had survived...she wanted to kill him again. “That guy I just sliced and diced? He gouged out Xander's eye.”

Angel's own eyes widened and he winced. “Xander hates vampires.”

She shook her head. “Xander hates you. Spike is anyway. He has his soul.”

“Oh. He has a soul. A shiny human soul. The copy cat.”

She rolled her eyes and put her hands on her hips, mindful of the scythe. “What are you? Twelve?”

“Right now? Yes.”

“Oh my god.”


Spike gazed at Xander, feeling more than a little worried. Slayer had given his boy a task, get Dawn off the Hellmouth. However Bit wouldn't leave and Xander wouldn't take her...instead Xander had an idea to give them an edge. But Spike really didn't like this; magic could be a tricky thing. And Xander wasn't any sort of spell caster. “You sure about this?”

Xander's grin and response were equally cheeky. “Nope.”

Sometimes he wanted to strangle the boy as much as he wanted shag him. “Then why are we here?”

Xander shrugged. “Have to do something. Rather not have a slaughter on the home team.” Xander finished the last bit of the summoning circle he'd painted on the floor and put the paint away. Then he reentered the circle, stripping until there was nothing between the air and his skin. “Ready?”

Spike enjoyed the view as he paced around the circle to the control panel. “I should be asking you that. You're the one who's offering himself up as a sacrifice.”

“I'm not a literal sacrifice...I mean she's not going to eat me...I hope anyway.”

“This is stupid, Luv.”

“Spike, please open the door.”

“Just so you know I like your insides where they are, protected by your pretty outside.” They exchanged a smile and Spike opened the door.

The hyena exhibit had changed since high school; the pen was now on level with the viewing area. However they were in the back, in the maintenance area, thanks to Spike's skills in breaking and entering. Xander drew in a breath and spoke. He only hoped he'd gotten the translation right. “Mimi niko hapa.” A hyena trotted into the maintenance area and into the circle with him. It looked at him curiously. Spike remained by the controls, tense, unmoving. Xander spoke again; “Mwanafunzi wako inataka neema.”

The hyena shifted, growing taller, her spotted fur receding, leaving behind dark, beautiful skin. Her hair was a wild mass, much like the first slayer's had been in that long ago dream Xander had told him about. But this creature...was older than any slayer, and she wasn't human. And she was looking at his Xander like she wanted to eat him. Spike treked around the circle until he was behind Xander, then he stepped into the circle.

She frowned at him, almost glared, but then Xander reached for his hand. “Hii ni mume wangu.”

Her frown changed to a knowing smile and she nodded, approached them and took Xander's hand. “Wewe daima imekuwa moja ya mgodi.”

Xander relaxed and Spike helped him lay down. The woman...creature...Goddess mounted him and began to work her magic. Xander cried out, his eye glowing an eerie green as she rode him. He kept his hands fisted in Spike's, never letting go, even as she blessed him with her gifts and power.

And even though Spike was only holding his hands, he could feel that power echo within him. Seems Xander's Goddess thought he was worthy of a little bit of a blessing too. Good. They were going to need all the help they could get.


Xander was insatiable. You'd think having sex with a goddess would knock a bloke out. But not Xander. When they'd gotten back to the house the boy had dragged him down to the basement, ripped off their clothes and pinned Spike to the mattress. Not that Spike minded, sure he usually topped, but Xander had many talents and it would be stupid to not take advantage of all of them. However it was nearly dawn and they'd had several rounds of fucking and lovemaking.

Spike could barely move by this point, and Xander was slamming his body down, taking every inch of Spike's cock into him. He cried out one more time...then collasped. Spike waited a moment before giving him a little shake. Nothing. The boy was out cold. He smirked and pulled the warm form off his sensitive cock and tucked him under the sheet beside him. They'd earned their sleep. Any important Scooby meetings could wait at least a couple of hours.


Buffy looked at him desperately. “Come on. You've done enough.”

Spike shook his head, squinting his eyes against the glow comeing from the amulet. “No. I've got to do the clean up. Besides...don't think I can move.” He focused his eyes on hers. “Tell Xander-”

She glared at him. “No! You can tell him yourself!”

He gave her a gentle smile. “I'd like to but that's not going to happen. Tell him I love him. Tell him that he's the best thing that ever happened to me.”

Her pretty eyes grew teary. “I will. I promise.”

“Good. Go on now. Make sure my boy gets out alive.”

“Goodbye Spike.”

“Goodbye Slayer.”

She started to dart past him, but paused on the first step. “You're the best thing that ever happened to him to.”



Xander stared at the big hole that used to be Sunnydale, that used to be his home. Damn. His playstation was down there in all that mess...and Spike. His lover certainly hadn't made it out. The whole ritual and summoning the Hyena Goddess seemed so pointless now. Sure none of the uber vamps had gotten passed him. But Spike was dust. What was the point?


He looked at Buffy and knew his eye was tearing up. “Yeah?”

“He said he loved you. That you were the best thing to ever happen to him.”

Xander couldn't help the smile, though his heart was breaking. “Thanks Buff...but that doesn't really help.”

“I know...but that's all I got.”

They looked toward the crater again, the others were muttering in awe. They'd won. They'd closed the Hellmouth.

“There's another one in Cleveland...” Giles looked at them and winced. “Not to spoil the moment.”

They all glared at Giles, Dawn poked him in the arm. “You're just now telling us?”

Faith made a face. “Can I push him in?”

Xander shook his head. “We closed the Hellmouth, G-man. Let us bask and feel for a moment would ya? We saved the world...again.”

Willow nodded. “We didn't just save it, we changed it. I can feel them. Slayers all over, awakening.”

Buffy moved closer to her. “We'll have to find them.”

Willow smiled. “Yeah...” Her eyes widened in surprise. “Oh...I feel one now...right here! Xander!”

Xander jumped when the power flickered through him...and he looked down at himself...his clothing no longer fitting the way it had a moment ago. “Ah crap.”

Giles blinked at him in shock, taking off his glasses, polishing them, then putting them back on. “Good lord.”

Dawn was simply staring. “Why are you a girl?”

Willow shook her head. “Why are you a slayer?”

Xander sighed and let his head droop. “Stupid hyena.”


A/N: Xander speaks Swahili during the ritual. No, I don't know Swahili, I used the google translator. This is what he says.

I'm here.
Your disciple asks a favor.
This is my husband.

The Hyena/goddess says:
You have always been one of mine.
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