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dragonyphoenix) wrote2011-07-27 06:04 pm
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Fic: The Thin Line Between Hell and Heaven 3/9
Title: The Thin Line Between Hell and Heaven
Fandom: BtVS
Characters/Pairing: Spike/Xander
Rating: R eventually, for sex, but PG for adult themes in this chapter
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.
Summary: There's a thin line between love and hate...
Notes: This is a reworking of my drabble, Don't Get Caught, which was inspired by forsaken2003's Weekend Stuck Together.
Notes: This story came out very Season 4 episode heavy: this chapter, "A New Man"
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About a week later, Spike was still letting Xander tie him to the chair. It was getting old but he wasn't about to leave, not with the soldier boys running around, and besides it gave him a chance to plant ideas in Xander's head. “If your gonna tie me to anything, it should be a bed.”
“I'm not tying you to a bed,” Xander replied, tightening the ropes.
“Why not? You know you want to. It's not like you haven't dated demons before,” Spike added.
“One.” Xander held out a hand, one finger raised to emphasize his point. “One demon. Well,” he added, going back to the ropes, “one who I knew was a demon at the time.”
“Really? Do tell.” When Xander didn't reply, Spike added, “Tell you what. I'll even let you have your wicked way with me if you share your dirty little secrets.”
“And I'm thinking, 'no'.”
“I'd hate for the girls to find out. It'd be terribly disappointing for them, learning you've dated demons.”
Picking up his backpack, Xander pulled out a stake. Holding it to Spike's heart, he asked, “You want to say that again?”
Spike looked up, catching Xander's gaze. “If you're gonna stake me, I'd much rather you used...” He shifted his gaze to Xander's crotch finishing with, “your other stake.”
Xander threw the stake across the room. As Xander tossed himself onto the bed, gazing up at the ceiling, Spike added, “So, we're back to, um where were we again? Oh yeah, blackmail.”
Not moving, Xander said, “The girls know, Spike.”
“You're saying that the Slayer and your little witchy friend know all about these demons you've shagged?” Spike didn't believe it.
“Didn't say I shagged them. Considering they saved me from them, well all except Anya, yes, they know.”
That was a bust. Spike decided to give it up for the night.
The next morning, Spike woke to the sound of pans bouncing off of something. Opening his eyes, he saw a Fyarl demon, wrapped in a blanket, shouting, “Xander, don't you understand? It's me. I'm Giles.”
After the demon had fled, after a panicked phone call that hadn't gotten through to the chickies, as Xander was untying the ropes, Spike asked, “Why'd you kick Giles out?”
“What?”
“Giles there,” Spike added, nodding toward the door. “Thought you'd have helped him.”
“That was a demon. Deeeeemon,” Xander said.
“Looked like a demon, sure, but it was obviously Giles.”
Xander shook his head. “Why do I even talk to you? And you couldn't have helped?”
Raising two fingers, Spike said, “Tied up, wasn't I?”
Looking confused and almost wary, Xander asked, “You really can't get out of those ropes?”
Spike sighed dramatically. “If I could, do you really think I'd be sitting here all night? Bloody boring it is.”
* * *
“So it had pointy things, what kind of pointy things?” Buffy asked. Xander had spent the entire day trying to find her and Willow, which meant they hadn't made it to Giles' flat until that evening.
“The pointy kind.” Spike wondered how bright Xander actually was.
“It was a Fyarl demon,” Spike repeated, loudly, from the back of the group.
“Why aren't we believing Spike?” Willow asked.
“Because he also said the demon was Giles,” Xander replied.
“Oh,” Willow said in a small voice although Spike wasn't sure if it was in response to Xander's comment or because the door to Giles' flat was off its hinges.
As the Scoobies wandered around the rooms, looking for Giles, Spike made himself comfortable on the couch, cataloging the damage – broken banister, phone smashed to bits, fist sized hole next to a mirror, shirt torn in half on the floor – while he waited for the kids to catch up.
“He's not upstairs.”
“Because he's a demon,” Spike called out, giving it another try.
“Then why is the house so trashed? Buffy asked. “Giles wouldn't do this to his own place,” she added, tracing the edges of a hole in the wall.
Spike shrugged. “Fyarl demons aren't all that coordinated, are they, not for the finer things at least. He was probably just clumsy.”
“Oh yeah,” Willow snorted. “Giles, clumsy.”
“Come on,” Buffy said. “Let's hit the books.” Spike sat back for a couple of minutes but watching the kids doing research got old fast. Figuring things would go faster if he found a picture of the demon himself, Spike picked up a tome. He was going through Masterson's “On Demons” when one of the soldier boys showed up.
While Buffy told soldier boy that Giles was missing, and Willow chirped in with “But he's not a demon or anything”, Spike slipped into the bathroom, feeling slightly safer until Buffy explained. “Spike's been claiming that Giles is a demon.”
“Who's Spike?”
Spike could hear the springs in Xander's chair, meaning he'd gotten to his feet. “Spike? He's nobody. Um, nobody important and anyway, he left.”
“No he didn't,” Buffy said.
“Yes, yes he did,” Xander said. “About ten minutes ago, while you were busy with research.”
“Oh, yeah, he did.” Spike listened as Willow caught on. “He did leave.”
“Whatever,” Buffy said. “We don't have time for this. Whatever this demon is, it took Giles. We need to find it.”
“We will,” Spike heard solider boy say. “I'll help.”
Once he realized soldier boy wasn't going anywhere anytime soon, Spike slipped out the window. No need to sit around waiting to get caught. He thought about heading out, looking for a fight or a fuck, but he couldn't stop thinking about Xander. The lad had stepped in to save him again. Spike headed back to the basement, and was sitting there, with the telly off, when Xander came home.
“Spike,” Xander said, sounding ashamed. “I owe you an apology.”
Spike blinked in surprise. When did a human care enough to apologize to a demon? “What for?” he asked, trying to sound like he didn't care.
Xander joined him on the couch. “You were right. Giles was a demon, and I didn't believe you.”
“Oh, all fixed up now then?” He wasn't sure why he cared, but he did seem to.
“Um, yeah, Giles has been magicked back to human,” Xander said.
“Gonna trust me next time?”
“Well, you are evil, so I guess I'm gonna have to think on that a bit.”
Spike felt conflicted. The you're evil bit was nice, but he didn't like Xander not trusting him. Of course he knew the boy was up to something so he didn't trust him either. Guess it worked out.
“So, um, sorry,” Xander added.
Spike sat up and looked at Xander. “You don't trust me, but you're apologizing for it?”
When Xander shrugged, Spike leaned over until his face was inches from Xander's. “If you really want to apologize,” he said.
Xander gulped. “Yeah,” he said warily.
“Stop tying me up at night.”
“What? No.”
“You know I can't hurt you. Only reason to tie me up is if you enjoy it.” Spike leaned in closer, so close their lips were almost touching. “Do you enjoy it Xander?”
Xander leaped up from the couch, standing with both hands in a stop position. “OK. Fine. Whatever.”
“And you'll let me sleep in the bed,” Spike added, wondering how much he could get.
“But that's where I sleep.”
“I know,” Spike leered.
“No.” Xander's word sounded final. “It's late, and I have to work in the morning. Go to bed. The couch,” he added, his voice a shriek. “Got sleep on the couch.”
Figuring he'd teased the lad enough, Spike laid himself out on the couch, listening from across the room. Xander didn't fall asleep for a very long time.
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Still a cute story. Can't wait to see where Spike's plans will get him.
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Blind Odin? Because he gave up both eyes?
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Glad I'm not the only one who's made that error though.
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Because it's canon, of course.