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Title: Skinning a Cat 3/?
Fandom: BtVS
Characters/Pairing: Spike/Xander
Rating: R
Concrit: Please, in comments
Disclaimer: They aren't mine, not yet, but the will be once I've taken over the world. Bwah-ha-ha.
Warnings/Squicks: death of a minor character
Summary: The boys pay a visit to Xander's parents
Notes: Thanks to thismaz, lusciousxander, and sparrow2000 for helping me figure out what Xander's house looked like, and thanks to forsaken2003 for reminding me what Xander's parents were named.

Master Index

Within a place no-place, in a time out-of-time, the demon, sensing change, sensing an opportunity, fell. Grabbing onto human flesh as eyes, heart, and even the very cells transformed into something other than human, from the cage of his new shell, the demon, an instinctive hatred rising, watched as the soul flittered off, fluttering above the body, dancing here and there but moving ever further away. Butterfly. Soap bubble. The words were supplied by the waste, the detritus that the soul had left behind.

Turning now that it had something to shed its rage on, the demon shredded Xander's spirit, devouring his memories, feeding on his screams, learning history, the markers that held meaning for its host: the first suckling of milk, how sweet it had tasted on the tongue; motion, crawling forward, grabbing, touching, tasting; Willow and the yellow crayon; that time Mom had forgotten to pick him up and Willow's mother had given him a ride home – how ashamed he felt that she knew he'd been left; Jesse and that time they'd shared an ice cream cone, taking turns licking it, perfectly happy until Cordelia, making a fuss, had called them freaks; his first Batman comic; Jesse's death, the demon mourning the loss of one of its kind; meeting the Slayer and finding out demons were real; making out in the utility closet with Cordy; betraying her with Willow; making out for real with Faith; patrolling with Spike; the betrayal, death at the hands of a Fledge and the chance for a new life. Most of these things made little or no impression on the demon, only the greatest loves and hates stood out.

As the demon took over the shell, what it now knew to call a body, conquering the lands abandoned by the soul, awareness emerged. He could hear a muffled screaming, a sound that filled him with a desire to tear throat and suck down salty-sweet blood. Thousands of tiny things scuttled all around, giving him a sense of space. Recalling Jesse and the sound of worms, he finally understood as he listened to the music made by roaches crawling through the walls. He panicked as he felt fingers on his scalp, at that invasion of his body, until the memories gave him a word, massage, telling him it was a sign of affection, and more importantly he recognized the scent. “Sire.” Blinking open his eyes, he saw blue eyes peering down at him, sharp cheekbones, and bleached blond spikes of hair. “Spike.”

Spike grinned and brushed their lips together, just for a moment, before holding out a hand, helping Xander up. “How do you feel?”

Liquid fire flowed through his veins. “Powerful.”

“Hungry?”

Xander turned his head toward the screams. A girl, some sort of black cloth stuffed in her mouth, yanked at handcuffs, pulling on the pole they were chained to, tears and snot running down her face as she tried to escape. His lips lifted into a twist of a grin. “Is that for me?”

At Spike's nod, Xander leaped across the room, stopping just shy of his victim. Twisting his head to look at Spike, he said, “I want my parents to be first.”

“Huh?” Spike asked.

“My parents, I want them to be my first kill.”

“Pet,” Spike said, “if you don't eat first, you'll be too hungry to torture them properly.”

“No.” Xander turned his back to the girl. “You eat her.”

Spike's mouth clenched into a tight line as he tilted his head and stared at Xander. “Can't.”

Xander's eyes narrowed for a moment and then widened as he realized what Spike meant. Dashing across the room, he brushed his fingertips across Spike's scalp. “Hey! Watch the hair.” As Xander licked at the back of his head, Spike's shoulders slumped. “You can't see it. Buried to deep, init?”

Wrapping his arms around Spike as if trying to shield his Sire from harm, Xander asked, “How do we get rid of it?”

Spike relaxed against him. “Working on it,” he said, which Xander took to mean he had no idea.

Xander, leaning his head on Spike's left shoulder, stared off at nothing. “You can't feed off of humans at all.”

Spike shrugged. “I can think of ways around it, if I had help.” Nodding toward the girl, he said, “You could slit her throat and drain her like they do cows or there's medical equipment that'd get the job done or you could feed from her and let me feed from you.”

Turning his head to the right, away from Xander, he added, “Of course, if we did that now it'd mean your first kill wouldn't be your parents.”

Xander knew his human self would have killed the girl then and there, well no, that white hatted geek wouldn't have killed her at all, but he would have put Spike's needs before his own. The idea flashed across his mind, to kill the girl first, leaving his parents for later. No. He couldn't do that, not even for Spike.

After a long moment, Spike spoke. “Come on then, let's get over to your parent's place.”

* * *

Standing next to a palm tree in the front yard, Xander stared at the white stucco walls of the house he'd grown up in, while Spike, waiting a few steps back, wondered why he didn't just get on with it, not that there was a huge rush. They had all night after all. Finally he spoke, giving Xander a bit of advice. “If you let them scream, neighbors might call the cops.”

“Not a problem,” Xander said. “Neighbors are used to shouts from this house. How do I get in?”

“If you knock on the door, especially after being gone for a day, family will tend to extend the invitation,” Spike replied, his speech pattern unconsciously reverting to the formality of his human years.

“Come on,” Xander said. He knocked on the door, but there was no response. Knocking again, he called out, “Mom, I forgot my keys. Let me in.”

“Jess, your worthless excuse of a son is back. Get the goddamn door already.”

The door opened. A woman, presumably Xander's mother, dressed in a bathrobe, stood there with a glass of gin in hand. “Xander, honey, where have you been? Your father's been terribly upset.”

“I'm sure he has.”

“Xander?” a man shouted out. “Get your ass in here and bring me a beer.”

Stepping into the house, Xander said, “Mom, this is Spike.”

Spike, stepping in behind, gave Xander a look but played along. Holding out his hand, he said, “How do you do Mrs. Harris?”

“Xander, you know your father doesn't like you having friends over.” Turning to Spike, she added, “I'm sorry, but you'll have to leave.”

“And I'm thinking not.” Xander shifted into vamp face, bit down, tearing into her throat, and dropped the body to the floor all in one quick flash of motion.

“Told you it'd be quick if you didn't eat first,” Spike said as the body hit the floor.

Practically bouncing on his feet, a huge almost dopey grin on his face, Xander's excitement left him looking more like his human self than Spike had ever expected to see again. “That's all right, Dad's the one I really want to hurt.”

Xander stalked into the living room like a predator, even his excitement couldn't overwhelm the natural grace the demon had given him. Spike, trailing behind, stopped at the edge of the room, admiring the quick flowing motion of Xander's steps as he waited for the show to begin.

Even with his eyes glued to the tv, Xander's father noticed Spike. “Who's your gay friend? And where's my beer?”

“Got a little gift for you, Dad. No, let's make that Tony.” Xander's punch, knocking Tony in the jaw, sent the La-Z-Boy, a plaid monstrosity of yellows and greens, rocking back and forth.

“Is that how it is?” Tony asked as he stood, wiping blood from his face. “I give a roof over your head, feed and clothe you, and now you think that you're all grown up, that you can take on your old man?”

Xander punched him again, one quick jab that sent Tony sprawling back. Picking himself off the couch, Tony rushed Xander. Stepping to the side, out of the line of attack, Xander kicked his leg out as Tony rushed past. There was the sound of a snap and then Tony fell screaming to the floor, his hands reaching down to the break, to where bone was showing through.

Xander, squatting down next to his father, brushed one sharp fingernail against the skin, cutting a line down his father's shoulder. “Hey, what the hell do you think your doing?” Tony shouted, turning from the break to growl at Xander. Must be where Xander got his strength from, Spike thought with a grudging admiration for the man.

A quick elbow to the face knocked Tony down to the floor. Leaning down, Xander clamped his mouth over the wound, the cut he'd just made in Tony's shoulder, and sucked in blood. Sitting back up, his mouth open so that Spike could see the blood pooled there, Xander waved Spike over.

Spike, wondering if Xander meant what he thought he meant, squatted down next to him. As they kissed, blood poured into Spike's mouth with Xander's tongue. Spike's lips smiled against Xander's, touched that his Childe would share this kill. Once Spike had finished drinking down that mouthful of blood, Xander made another cut, along his father's clavicle, and took another mouthful of blood, sharing it with Spike, and then another and another.

Three hours had passed, their kisses getting longer, hands wandering to tweak nipples or brush against cocks still bound behind cloth. Xander's father had weakened and was nearing death, when Spike nodded toward him, saying “Not much left now.” His voice grew husky as he ran a finger down the button-line of Xander's shirt. “How about you finish him off, and we get you out of these clothes?”

Xander had his father drained in a flash. Sitting up, he grabbed his shirt-collar in both hands and yanked it open, sending buttons flying everywhere. Spike slowly stood and held his hand out, wordlessly asking Xander to join him. When Xander stood before him, Spike tossed his leather jacket onto the couch, brushing his hands over Xander's shoulders and then down his arms, pushing the shirt off of him. Xander ran his hands along the edge of Spike's pants, outward from the center of his torso until his arms were wrapped around Spike. Grabbing Spike's black t-shirt, he pulled up, trailing his hands over Spike's back as he drew the shirt off.

Unzipping Xander's jeans, Spike pushed them down to his hips, just enough to release Xander's cock, which jutted up, tall and firm. “Such a pretty thing you are,” Spike whispered. “Got any lube?”

Xander, his eyes heavy with lust, nodded toward a hallway at the back of the room. “Mom's probably got some oil in the kitchen.”

“Why don't you go find it?” Spike asked.

With a confident smile, Xander backed out of the room, circling fingers around his nipples. “I'm not gonna have to do this on my own, am I?”

Spike smirked. “I'll be there in a minute.” Listening to Xander ransacking the kitchen, opening cabinets and slamming them shut again, Spike pulled off his boots and shimmied out of his pants, tossing them next to his jacket before sauntering into the kitchen.

Spike barely noticed the vegetable oil, sitting on the counter next to where Xander, obviously on display, was standing, his hips jutting forward as he stroked his cock, trailing a finger over the vein. Spike crossed the room in two steps. Wrapping a hand around Xander's free wrist, he drew it to his own cock. “Oil me up?”

Xander poured oil over his fingers and started rubbing along Spike's cock, massaging the sensitive spots just behind the head. “Get rid of this,” Spike said, running a hand along Xander's jeans. Turning his back to Spike, Xander looked over his shoulder, leaning forward until his ass was in the air, pulling down his jeans with more wiggling than was strictly necessary. Spike grabbed Xander's ass, one hand on each cheek, and squeezed.

Spike rubbed a finger against Xander's asshole, popping in and out, and in and out, until with one quick motion, his finger was up Xander's ass, lightly scraping against the prostate. “Like that, do you?” he asked as Xander moaned beneath him.

Xander pushed up against Spike's hand. “Please Sire.”

Pulling his finger out, Spike lined his cock up against Xander's ass, rubbing it against him a few times before pulling the cheeks apart and pushing in.”Damn but your tight. Never done this before, have you Childe?”

As Xander shook his head, Spike inched his way slowly in, the tightness of Xander's ass sending shivers up his spine. “Faster, please,” Xander begged.

“Been waiting too long for this to go faster now,” Spike said, slowly pulling back out. As he started pushing in, Xander bucked back against him, impaling himself on Spike's cock. “Naughty, naughty,” Spike said, a pleased smirk in his voice. “Who's in charge here?” As if to give the lie to his own words, Spike grabbed Xander's hips, roughly pulling them to him as he shoved into Xander, picking up the pace, angling his strokes to pound at Xander's sweet spot.

Reaching down, Spike drew Xander up until he was standing. Wrapping his arms around Xander's chest and propping one leg on a chair for better leverage, Spike rammed in again and again, rubbing his hand over Xander's cock up and down, and up and down, in rhythm to his own fucking, until Xander started trembling against him. “Let me feed, Childe,” he whispered.

“Sire,” Xander shouted out, baring his neck. As Spike bit down, Xander came, spraying over the kitchen table as Spike's seed filled his ass.

Lazing about in the aftermath, not ready to pull out of Xander yet, Spike traced lazy circles over his Chile's torso. “Hmmm, I wonder what we can find to do next,” he leered.

“Mmmmm,” Xander moaned, leaning against him. “Find Willow.”

Spike smiled, thinking about teaching Xander the finer points of torture. “Willow next, eh?”

Xander's grin, that goofy, excited smile he'd had as a human, gave him away, letting Spike know how important this was to him. “I can't wait to see what she'll be like as a vamp.”

Spike shoved him. Shouting “You're mine” as Xander bump-slid across the table and crashed down onto a chair on the other side.

Xander peered over the table. “Sire?”

“I'll kill her first.”

“No,” Xander shouted, rising to his feet.

Spike circled round the table in two steps, slamming Xander into the wall so hard plaster fell to the floor. “You telling me what to do?”

“No, definitely not,” Xander babbled. “It's just... it's...”

“It's what?”

“Your chip,” Xander exclaimed.

“Huh?”

“She's a supergenius. If anyone can figure out how to get rid of your chip, it's Willow.”

Spike glared at Xander for a long moment. “All right then,” he said. “Where's she at?”

“At this hour? Either in bed at her parent's house or Tara's dorm.”

“Tomorrow then,” Spike said.

Xander nodded. “She's too much a child of Sunnydale to come out for anyone, even me, in the middle of the night.”

Date: 2011-03-06 10:01 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] skargasm.livejournal.com
Oh wow, that was major. I loved reading about the demon taking over. Sexier image ever in my head : Xander sharing the blood of his father with his new father. Just wow - extremely nicely done honey *G*

Date: 2011-03-06 10:22 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] forsaken2003.livejournal.com
That was hot. Now I'm gonna fear for Willow!

Date: 2011-03-07 01:32 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dragonyphoenix.livejournal.com
Thanks, I was hoping it was hot, but I don't feel confident about my ability to write sex scenes since I so rarely include them.

And you definitely should be fearing for Willow.

Date: 2011-03-07 03:32 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] forsaken2003.livejournal.com
I am exactly the same way. I think 95% of my stories dont have sex in them but most of the do mention it lol.

*Whimper* Okay well as long as Spander is happy in the end thats all that really matters to me! lol

Date: 2011-03-07 05:25 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dragonyphoenix.livejournal.com
I don't think you have to fear for Willow quite that much! While I've laid out the next chapter or two, I don't yet know what'll happen to her by the end of the story.

Date: 2011-03-07 01:29 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dragonyphoenix.livejournal.com
I loved reading about the demon taking over. Thank you, I'm very proud of that bit.

Xander sharing the blood of his father with his new father. Just wow And another idea I was quite happy with!

Thanks for the comments. It's so nice to hear what worked well.

Date: 2011-03-07 03:00 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] findmeneverland.livejournal.com
OH DAMN! Love the way you wrote the first two paragraphs, such an excellent and creative depiction! And the rest is lovely too :) when can we look forward to the next installment?!! =D

Date: 2011-03-07 06:25 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dragonyphoenix.livejournal.com
Thank you, I am very proud of those.

I want to finish watching season 4, to get a good feel for where the Willow/Tara relationship is, before writing the next section, although I'm not sure I need to, given what's going to happen. So, we'll see - I just finished the Where the Wild Things Are episode.

Date: 2011-03-07 06:39 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] findmeneverland.livejournal.com
Awesome. I'm really interested in what's gonna happen with her. We all know what vamp!Willow's like....yeek!

Are you envisioning your vamp!Xander as similar to the vamp!Xander in The Wish, or differently?

Date: 2011-03-07 05:49 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dragonyphoenix.livejournal.com
For the most part, I'm trying to write him like wish!verse Xander, except when he's really excited about something he does get goofily excited about it, but it has to be something very, very important to him.

Date: 2011-03-07 07:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] chaoskir.livejournal.com
Evil Spike and evil Xander! Yeah! Uhh, I don't feel pitty for Xander's parents. Great update!

Date: 2011-03-07 05:44 pm (UTC)
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Date: 2011-03-07 05:43 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dragonyphoenix.livejournal.com
Thank you. I do get into the power dynamics. *grins*

I'm not certain how bound Willow and Xander will be by their previous friendship. I know the overall arc of the story but not the details getting me there.

Date: 2011-03-07 03:58 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] whichclothes.livejournal.com
I loved how you described the demon taking over! And the rest of the chapter was good, too. :-)

Date: 2011-03-07 05:19 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dragonyphoenix.livejournal.com
*laughs* I'm glad the rest of the chapter wasn't too horrible compared to the beginning, and thanks. I'm very pleased with the demon taking over bit.

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