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lit_gal200 Celebration
Request: Sexymermaid
Universe: Broken
Point of View: Spike
Word Count: 774
Spike looked at his lover, the grey hairs just starting to form at the temples of his curly hair, and the faint trace of wrinkles at the corners of his eyes from when Xander would laugh… well, either that or the wrinkles came from worrying about one of Amanda's latest adventures.
Spike adored his surrogate daughter, both because of her independent spirit and because of how much she reminded him of Xander. She had that same loyalty and ability to laugh even when faced with some pretty horrific realities. But as much as he loved Amanda, his feelings for her paled when compared to the overwhelming love he felt for her father.
Xander's mouth hung open slightly in sleep, and Spike reached up and touched the small scar at the left corner where the two lips met. A howler demon had given him that by backhanding him. The thing had been living up to its name by producing a screech that had disabled Spike, and Xander had sailed into the fight without a moment's pause. Spike could count any number of people who he had protected as fiercely: Angelus, Dru, Buffy, Amanda, Joyce, even Giles and Willow. But only Xander defended him with that same desperate abandon.
Spike trailed his finger down to the oval scar on Xander's shoulder. Spike had given Xander that scar: a perfect bite mark that fit just next to the black link collar Xander still wore. Spike still felt a wave of disbelief when he considered how much Xander had surrendered to him. In the past, Spike had lovers and family, but none ever wore his mark or wanted to. None ever put Spike first, and yet this human who he had once dismissed as irrelevant had somehow made a demon feel whole and loved and real for the first time in his unlife.
Kissing that mark gently, Spike let his eyes trail down the strong chest to a jagged white scar just below his left nipple. A hellgod had made that mark, her hands ripping Xander's flesh as Spike had howled in fury. But Xander hadn't begged or pleaded. Even when he couldn't protect himself, he had this elegant dignity that most demons on the Hellmouth respected. In the end, her minions hadn't been able to hold Spike, and he had ripped dozens of them limb from limb in his efforts to reach his mate. Every hit he'd taken in his fight against Glorificus had broken bones, and he might have turned to dust had he not finally beaten her back into a human form and then stolen the blood of her human host, blood still infused by the power of a god. Spike never did tell Xander how close he'd come to a final death. The only thing he had cared about that day was carrying his lover home.
Next Spike touched the round scar on Xander's hip. When Amanda had learned about the demons of Sunnydale, not only had she been far less surprised than Spike expected, but she was also far too eager to get into the fight. Xander often teased that Amanda had more of Spike in her than himself, but Spike didn't agree. Their daughter wanted to fight for the same reason as her father, to do the right thing. Spike had to admit that he just loved a good fight. But the scar had come from teaching Amanda a move with the sword. She had zigged when they were practicing zagging, and Xander had ended up with three inches of steel through his body. But the man hadn't even flinched, telling Amanda she had hit his wallet before sending her upstairs. Spike loved how Xander spared others any little pain that he could take into himself. To this day, the girl didn't know how close she'd come to crippling her father.
"Spike?" a half-asleep voice muttered.
"Yeah, luv?" Spike lay back down, his arm draped over Xander's chest as only one eye only half opened, the other too tired to make the effort.
"Something wrong?" Xander asked as he squinted at the sun still leaking around the edge of the blinds in short rays that highlighted the floating dust in the air.
"No, pet. Everything's right," Spike said, dropping a kiss first on the claiming scar and then on those curved lips. "Go back to sleep."
"I can think of something more fun to do than sleep," Xander suggested in a salacious tone, as his second eye now opened. Spike smiled wickedly as he ran a thumb over his lover's dark nipple. Yeah, there were many things he loved about Xander Harris.
Request: Sexymermaid
Universe: Broken
Point of View: Spike
Word Count: 774
Spike looked at his lover, the grey hairs just starting to form at the temples of his curly hair, and the faint trace of wrinkles at the corners of his eyes from when Xander would laugh… well, either that or the wrinkles came from worrying about one of Amanda's latest adventures.
Spike adored his surrogate daughter, both because of her independent spirit and because of how much she reminded him of Xander. She had that same loyalty and ability to laugh even when faced with some pretty horrific realities. But as much as he loved Amanda, his feelings for her paled when compared to the overwhelming love he felt for her father.
Xander's mouth hung open slightly in sleep, and Spike reached up and touched the small scar at the left corner where the two lips met. A howler demon had given him that by backhanding him. The thing had been living up to its name by producing a screech that had disabled Spike, and Xander had sailed into the fight without a moment's pause. Spike could count any number of people who he had protected as fiercely: Angelus, Dru, Buffy, Amanda, Joyce, even Giles and Willow. But only Xander defended him with that same desperate abandon.
Spike trailed his finger down to the oval scar on Xander's shoulder. Spike had given Xander that scar: a perfect bite mark that fit just next to the black link collar Xander still wore. Spike still felt a wave of disbelief when he considered how much Xander had surrendered to him. In the past, Spike had lovers and family, but none ever wore his mark or wanted to. None ever put Spike first, and yet this human who he had once dismissed as irrelevant had somehow made a demon feel whole and loved and real for the first time in his unlife.
Kissing that mark gently, Spike let his eyes trail down the strong chest to a jagged white scar just below his left nipple. A hellgod had made that mark, her hands ripping Xander's flesh as Spike had howled in fury. But Xander hadn't begged or pleaded. Even when he couldn't protect himself, he had this elegant dignity that most demons on the Hellmouth respected. In the end, her minions hadn't been able to hold Spike, and he had ripped dozens of them limb from limb in his efforts to reach his mate. Every hit he'd taken in his fight against Glorificus had broken bones, and he might have turned to dust had he not finally beaten her back into a human form and then stolen the blood of her human host, blood still infused by the power of a god. Spike never did tell Xander how close he'd come to a final death. The only thing he had cared about that day was carrying his lover home.
Next Spike touched the round scar on Xander's hip. When Amanda had learned about the demons of Sunnydale, not only had she been far less surprised than Spike expected, but she was also far too eager to get into the fight. Xander often teased that Amanda had more of Spike in her than himself, but Spike didn't agree. Their daughter wanted to fight for the same reason as her father, to do the right thing. Spike had to admit that he just loved a good fight. But the scar had come from teaching Amanda a move with the sword. She had zigged when they were practicing zagging, and Xander had ended up with three inches of steel through his body. But the man hadn't even flinched, telling Amanda she had hit his wallet before sending her upstairs. Spike loved how Xander spared others any little pain that he could take into himself. To this day, the girl didn't know how close she'd come to crippling her father.
"Spike?" a half-asleep voice muttered.
"Yeah, luv?" Spike lay back down, his arm draped over Xander's chest as only one eye only half opened, the other too tired to make the effort.
"Something wrong?" Xander asked as he squinted at the sun still leaking around the edge of the blinds in short rays that highlighted the floating dust in the air.
"No, pet. Everything's right," Spike said, dropping a kiss first on the claiming scar and then on those curved lips. "Go back to sleep."
"I can think of something more fun to do than sleep," Xander suggested in a salacious tone, as his second eye now opened. Spike smiled wickedly as he ran a thumb over his lover's dark nipple. Yeah, there were many things he loved about Xander Harris.
