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16 December 2005 @ 12:56 am
Fic: 'Never Have I Ever…' S/X
Author: darkhavens
Title: Never Have I Ever…
Fandom: Buffy
Pairing: Spike/Xander with tiny mentions of Spike/Wes, Wes/Angel, Xander/OMC, William/Angelus, Spike/Dru, Xander/Dru, Xander/Faith, Spike/Buffy (Yes, folks, you read it right, I actually went there - for four whole words. I'm shocked too.)
Rating: PG-13
Words: 2716
Feedback/Concrit: darkhavens @ slashverse.com
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be. No harm, no foul, no money made.
Warnings/Squicks: Mention of a rather gruesome OC death.
Summary: Spike and Xander get drunk and compare résumés.
Notes: Written for slashfest - here.
Challenge: Spike/Xander: post-Not Fade Away, comparing notes and getting through each other's walls. With alcohol. [Request by butterfly]
ETA: Edited to correct the name of the game - thanks go to lirm35m for catching that. ;)


Never Have I Ever…

They met up in a demon bar in Cairo, of all places - Xander, on a well-earned break from hunting down fresh Slayers, and Spike, intent on drowning every sorrow he could find.

It went something like this:

Someone behind Spike stumbled and knocked into his back, spilling precious drops of liquid memory suppressant, straight JD.

"Oi! Watch where you're going why don't you, you bloody great poof!"

"S-Sorry… Spike?"

The stunned, familiar voice didn't even cause a ripple in Spike's fog of poor-little-me melancholia.

"Gods, Spike, didn't you even have the courtesy to let us know? We thought you'd gone down in the alley with the rest of Angel's crew."

"Bzuh?"

Spike finally registered the buzzing around his head and turned to see what insect was creating it. If Xander hadn't reached out and caught him up by the lapels, he would have toppled backwards off his stool.

"Harris?" Spike's eyes rolled up and tried to focus on the ceiling. "Haven't I suffered enough, you thankless gits? Just finish the torture already and bloody kill me!"

Xander blinked.

"Good to see you too, Spike. I'll tell everyone you said hi, but that you're too busy wallowing to visit, okay? I'm sure Dawn will understand - she only cried for a month, and Giles, well, that whole guilt trip thing looks good on him anyway."

Strong, pale fingers wrapped tight around Xander's wrists, grinding the bones together as they fidgeted and twitched.

"The Bit… cried for me? She was actually sorry I was dead? I thought she hated me. Never did forgive me for that stupid…" Spike slumped. "She's better off not knowing I'm around, she'd only fret."

Patient, Xander waited for the questions about Buffy, questions that, strangely, didn't come. Instead, Spike remained precariously balanced on the barstool, hands locked around Xander's wrists on his lapels.

Xander blinked.

"So, uh…"

"Wha'?"

Refocusing on Xander, Spike again seemed surprised to see him, frowning for a moment before toppling slowly sideways. Xander held him up while Spike struggled to find his feet.

"Can't do this here, too many tossers listening in. Got some fancy digs down the road, if you're coming."

Still operating on automatic, too shocked to argue, Xander pried Spike's fingers from his wrists - he'd have bruises by morning - and slung a supporting arm around the skinny vampire's waist.

"Lead on, MacDuff." Then, off Spike's incredulous look, "What? It's not like you didn't know I could read. And stuck in the middle of Africa I took what I could get. Still, I'd rather have a good Koontz or King, something I can laugh at, but Shakespeare and the classics have their place."

All he got for that was a soft snort of disbelief, so he buttoned his lip and allowed Spike's staggering gait to lead them down along a winding path of crooked streets and narrow alleys. Eventually they reached the rear entrance of a large hotel, all curves and angles in softest sandy peach with dark plum shadows.

"Nice."

Another snort.

"Angelus was a bastard, but he was canny with it. He set up accounts and shell companies all over the place so the money was always there when he needed it. Just before the final showdown he… Well, I'll never have to sell this sweet arse on street corners to make my way in this benighted world, that's for sure."

Xander blinked again, eyes focussed inwards on the tantalising mental image of Spike dressed for hooking. Glurble.

The door was open and Spike led the way through the dimly lit corridors, Xander trotting madly to keep up and keep Spike upright.

A mile or so of coffee-coloured carpet and uncounted stairs and finally they were stopped outside a door.

""W'r'ere."

Xander waited. So did Spike.

"Um… Spike?"

"Wassit?"

"I presume you've got a key? This is your room, right?"

Spike squinted at the number painted discreetly on the doorframe and then began to pat himself down with random slaps. Xander took that as a yes.

~~~~~~~


Fifteen minutes later, they were inside and seated on the floor, a fresh bottle of JD and two glasses on the low table between them.

"So…"

Spike nodded.

"Exactly, mate. So. So… Why are you here?"

Xander's gaze flickered around the room, taking in the huge plasma screen hung high on the wall, the slightly open door that allowed him a partial view of a marble tub that was easily big enough to seat three, maybe four, if they were friendly, and the thick black linen curtains on the balcony doors. He was, reluctantly, impressed.

"I got sick of hunting baby slayers with nothing but my wits, so Giles set me up with a small suite at the Alhambra." He dragged a hand through the thick pile on the chocolate coloured carpet. "I think I like this place more."

"The Cairo Alhambra's shite. Definitely not demon-friendly. Ever tried getting fresh blood delivered after eight o'clock? Might as well ask them to dance the Macarena."

Xander blinked again and tossed back another shot. He wasn't quite drunk enough for this conversation.

And then he was, and somehow they'd moved from discussing hotel services to playing a twisted back-to-front version of 'Never Have I Ever…'

Spike poured another shot and lifted it high.

"I shagged the Slayer!"

Then he emptied the glass and waited, hand on bottle, for Xander to admit he'd won that round.

Xander scowled and reached for the bottle.

"Faith."

"What? You're telling me you had the balls to shag psycho-bitch? Weren't you always mooning over the princess and the witch? I'm impressed!"

The whisky hardly burned at all as Xander swallowed it down; the pain in his throat was caused by memories.

"She shagged me. Climbed on board, took what she wanted, then threw me out. Stupid me, I thought it meant she actually liked me."

They shared commiserating glances and another couple of shots.

"I saved the world for humanity and nobody gives a shit."

Spike drank and Xander rolled his eyes.

"Oh, please! I've lost count of the number of times I've saved the world. I was the one who figured out how to kill The Judge. I was the one who stole the damn weapon that blew him up! Sure, Buffy got to be the one to pull the trigger, but only 'cause Giles was worried I'd screw it up." Xander emptied his glass and refilled it. "And then there was the time I talked Willow out of destroying the world, and, let me tell you, those magic zaps burned! I was sore for weeks after and did anybody care? Did they even think to see if I was injured? Hell no!"

He poured again.

"Ooh! That time with Angelus and Acathla and that sword thing - I told Buffy that Willow said to kick his ass when I was really supposed to tell her that he might be getting his soul back. So not only did I help get rid of Acathla, I also helped send Angel off to hell, but not for long." His shoulders slumped. "Dammit, Spike, don't any of you Aurelius vamps stay dead? First Angel, then Darla - and what's with that whole vampires-having-baby-Connor thing anyways? - and then, my friend, there is you. Is it a thing? Should we be worrying about the Master showing his bat ears again? 'Cause I have to tell you that wouldn't be fun at all."

Spike opened his mouth to reply but Xander barrelled on.

"Hey! The Master! He killed Buffy! I was the one who brought her back to life," - another shot - "and thereby spilt the Slayer line, and… Oh gods, Faith's my fault. How many points do I lose for causing Faith?"

A lone bottle clearly wasn't up to the task of fuelling the game, so Spike staggered out to the kitchen and returned with two more, plopping himself down next to Xander, knees brushing.

"Drink up, luv, you've had a shock."

Glass clinked against glass in an unsteady rhythm as they self-medicated their personal aches and pains. Then Spike spoke up again.

"At least your family wasn't completely screwed. I know your dad was a bastard and your mother never gave a shit, but at least they didn't try to break your spirit or fuck you till you broke."

Xander shuddered, first at the thought of his father, and then at the very real image of Angelus raping Spike.

"I turned my mum."

Whisky in the sinus cavity burned like nothing Xander had ever experienced before and he gasped for air.

"Jesus, Spike, give a guy some warning, eh? That's just… New low, buddy. I think we can definitely say you won that round."

"Right. 'S your turn."

For untold minutes, Xander pondered the twists and turns of his life, trying to come up with something unusual to toss into the ring.

"I turned down the chance to be immortal."

"What?" Whisky flew and spattered on the carpet as Spike switched and stared. "You? When?"

Xander squirmed around to face Spike and grinned wickedly.

"Drusilla once told me that my face was a poem. She wanted to take me home so I could be your baby brother."

The expression on Spike's face was priceless and Xander momentarily wished he was carrying his digital camera.

"You're taking the piss, right? My Dru would never… Hold on. Don't tell me you were the kitten she wouldn't stop raving about? The one that Daddy wouldn't let her have, the one that 'shone so bright'? That's just fucking typical Dru, that is. Find the one toy nobody wants her to have and make a fuss about it. No wonder Angelus was spitting feathers for days - that really pissed him off."

"So, what about you? Did you say no when Dru offered you sweet immortality?"

Yet again, Spike snorted loudly.

"I jumped at the chance, mate. She said I was 'effulgent'. Of course, she also said she could see 'burning baby fishes' but in my addled brain that just improved the poetry of the moment."

Xander wondered at the wince Spike gave as he mentioned poetry and stored it away in a hopefully-not-too-alcohol-soaked corner of his brain, for further scrutiny.

"Nah, I didn't turn down immortality, just the chance to be a real boy again. Bugger shanshu. Why would I want to get old and die, I've barely even lived! There's a whole bloody world out there to play in for the likes of us. Well, for the likes of me, anyway. More fool you for turning down my Dru."

They drank to Dru.

"Ah! I bet I can think of something you haven't done. Slayer of Slayers here, if you'll remember."

This time Xander took several slugs straight from the bottle.

"My head count for the last three years is seven… No! Make that eight. I try to forget that Kairi wasn't dead when I found her. She should have been; they'd flayed her skin off and staked her out in the sun at least a day ago, but she was still breathing when I got there, for a while, at least. She was the latest one, the reason I needed a break. The others were too sick, or crazy, or already broken. Giles keeps telling me killing them is a mercy, but it doesn't help."

Xander scrunched his eyes closed to stop the tears falling - he knew that once they started they wouldn't stop and he was just too tired. The arm around his shoulder pulling him in to a lopsided hug was unexpected but never more welcomed. He curled in easily, arms wrapping tight around Spike's waist as his breathing jerked and skipped over sobs that tried to steal his breath. This felt right.

"He's right, luv, about the mercy, but wrong about who he used. You're no more a cold-blooded killer than I'm a nun. Can't believe he thought it wouldn't affect you like this, or maybe he knew it would but he did it anyway. 'S possible. At least he knew there was no way you'd ever stop caring and start to like the job. Maybe I'll have a word and set him straight on a thing or two, yeah?"

The top of Xander's head brushed Spike's chin as he nodded, and Spike took another belt of Jack.

"Right, where were we? We've both shagged a slayer. I wonder, have you ever had a watcher on your cock? You'd be amazed at how many are just gagging to screw a vampire."

Xander nearly choked at the thought of Spike chained in Giles' bathtub, and Spike must have sensed his rising panic.

"No, you nit. Me and Ripper never would have worked. Too similar by halves, that's our trouble. Nah, I had Wesley Wyndam-Pryce, ex-watcher and rogue demon hunter. Stupid git was better at shagging them than he was at hunting, and if you don't believe me you can ask Angel." He paused. "Well, no, obviously you can't 'cause the bastard's dead, but believe me, they were at it like ferrets at the office. Didn't dare enter a room they were in without knocking loudly. Could make a body ill, all that 'Ooh, Angel' and 'Wes, Wes, yes!' Totally bloody nauseating, really."

There wasn't enough whisky in Xander's bottle to erase the mental images that Spike's words had conjured up. He shuddered.

"Well, pet, what about you? You found a watcher to shag? I bet there's one or two who don't look that bad in tweed skirts. I bet they jumped at the chance to ride a real live Scooby."

Xander snickered.

"Raoul, in Algeria. He was really hot; did the most amazing things with his tongue. Then there was Aloysius, in Johannesburg, he was buff. Six foot four of solid ebony muscle and not a word of English. Who knew sign language could be that much fun?"

The stunned silence filtering down from just above his head had Xander easing back from Spike's chest to check his face. He looked shocked.

"Spike?"

"Just how long have you been batting for both teams? When Willow heard you say 'Gay me up,' she didn't do it - did she? I'm pretty damn sure I would have noticed that."

Stuck halfway between embarrassed and aroused, Xander blushed, fidgeted and tried to move away. Spike didn't let him.

"She, uh, didn't really need to after all. The great wall o' repression kinda tumbled not long after. I still didn't… haven't, really… only Raoul and Al. They were fun and fit but nothing to write home about, y'know? I'm really not looking forward to the answer to that letter. D'you think I should just include it in my will and let them find out that way? I wouldn't have to answer any 'Who do you think is hotter?' pop quizzes."

Spike was still staring.

"You have two eyes."

Both eyes rolled dramatically.

"Gods, you're quick. You know that trickster demon who stuck your soul back on? Well, it turns out he does a nifty sideline in eyes too. It's not mine, of course, that would be too easy, sneaky bastard. It sees the freakiest things sometimes so I keep it covered a lot. I got it after that ugly mess with Kairi."

He lifted a hand to fiddle with the patch that was no longer there, instead digging a knuckle into the ache that ringed the socket.

"I wanted to be whole again, and not the broken mess that Giles' lawyers had to bail out of Burai jail. I've only had it a month - does it look okay? I can never tell. Every time I look at it it's different."

The awe on Spike's face was unnerving.

"You have two eyes."

Spike's hands came up and framed Xander's face, pushing back his hair so Spike could study every lash and crease and iris fleck.

Xander opened his mouth, ready to utter something - quite inane, he thought, maybe, but maybe not, who knew? But he never did because cool Spike lips got in the way and then Spike tongue slipped in. Then the rest of Spike got with the plan and climbed aboard the Xanman. After that, it all got kinda blurry but it felt good.
 
Chellealtyronsmaker on December 16th, 2005 01:24 am (UTC)
Ohhh. lovely! So much fun and so pretty!

Loved the one upupmanship they're playing, and Spike being non-plussed not once, not twice, but three times!

Connieriani1 on December 16th, 2005 01:29 am (UTC)
Yummmm...

No, I can't abandon Career Advancement for Afterwards, but, damn, Africa!Xander wants to play.
Rangaranga on December 16th, 2005 01:32 am (UTC)
Woah.

It's kinda dark, and kinda trippy, and I like it. And the kind of drunken, tumbling trains of thought their drinking game leads to, one thing after another.
iadorespike: essene spanderkiss2.iadorespike on December 16th, 2005 01:39 am (UTC)
What an absolutley wonderful game of one-upmanship, with the 'together at the end' cream on top. Xander definitely got the better of Spike there, shocking him at least three times...LOL. Still, they both won in the end.*winks*

Of course, the reader is as shocked as Spike at the whole 'second eye'...wow, that really threw me. Especially with Xander's explanation...loved it. Thanks, sweetie...I'm a totaly sucker for post-NFA Spander!

Anna
iadorespike: essene trispanderiadorespike on December 16th, 2005 01:41 am (UTC)
Um, yeah...that would be 'total' sucker for post-NFA Spander...sheesh...
thedabara_cds: Comment #30-Nice Story!thedabara_cds on December 16th, 2005 01:49 am (UTC)
This was excellent! I especially liked this:

"Drusilla once told me that my face was a poem. She wanted to take me home so I could be your baby brother."

Bwahaha! Also loved the bit where Xander realized that he's responsbile for Faith being called. Why didn't I ever think of that before?
tabaquitabaqui on December 16th, 2005 02:01 am (UTC)
Ahhhh, bay-bee, that's just lovely. Really.
Funny as hell, sweet and bitter and just perfect.
:)
outsideth3box: Reason for everything?outsideth3box on December 16th, 2005 02:18 am (UTC)
I could *totally* see the look on Spike's face whenever Xander would throw out one of his exploits!

You had me laughing so hard my dogs came to see if I was alright, ::G::

And then there was kissing...::happysigh::
Nebula: spander 'spiral'authoressnebula on December 16th, 2005 02:59 am (UTC)
Wow. Xander actually managed to shock Spike. That was just too cool. The story was wonderful sweetie, and I loved it!

~Nebula
LiRM35Mlirm35m on December 16th, 2005 03:20 am (UTC)
Iloved this fic. And I like how you guys call it 'I have never' in England. We call the same game 'Never have I ever' on this side of the pond.
darkhavensdarkhavens on December 16th, 2005 06:26 am (UTC)
Gah! dammit! *head desk* I'm going to change that. I thought I'd used the right title, but... ah, well. Thanks for letting me know! *smooch*
Lalkhamsin-khamsolalpiratepurple on December 16th, 2005 04:11 am (UTC)
That was wonderful. :)
reddwarf75reddwarf75 on December 16th, 2005 07:49 am (UTC)
Lovely *bounce bounce*
Marie
draconash on December 16th, 2005 09:00 am (UTC)
Oh that was just fabulous...we're getting more of this right? Right? ::hopeful look::
Goes "Ding" When There's Stuff: Christmas scoobies by eyesthatslaysuki_blue on December 16th, 2005 03:05 pm (UTC)
Great stuff, luv.

He's got two eyes!!!!!!! ~g~
texanfantexanfan on December 16th, 2005 03:35 pm (UTC)
I can so see this meeting. And recounting all their trials and sorrows over a couple bottles of Jack.

The spare language Xander used to tell about Kairi was so perfect. I can just see something like that breaking him into pieces.

Canon always seemed to forget just how many time Xander saved the day. He kept getting reset as useless and bumbling when he's got a better track record than Angel by far.

Thoroughly enjoyable.
tempestsreachtempestsreach on December 16th, 2005 04:53 pm (UTC)
Damm thats good, loved the point scoring, although the bit about the slayers was sad. Lovely ending.
Sorrel, the artist formerly known as goddessleilasorrelchestnut on December 17th, 2005 02:49 am (UTC)
Amazing, as always. But this was just... whoa. Spike bragging about being a Slayer of Slayers, and Xander saying that his count was eight... and then that moment near the end, when Spike was noticing that Xander had two eyes... that was just perfect. Loved this.
Anidada: I see thatanidada on December 17th, 2005 07:42 am (UTC)
That was all kinds of fun. *grin* Xander's itemizing of all the things he's done (for better or worse) was really thought-provoking, too -- the poor guy just never caught a break (well, until Spike, obviously :).
     Mandy: Darka_phoenixdragon on December 17th, 2005 10:25 pm (UTC)
*Fans self...*

Damn! How do you keep the hot!angsty!goodness coming?! (Pun intended!) This was so sad and hot and just plain gorgeous!!!!!

I love you...

*Sighs and rebuilds a wing of the house so I can ercet the perfect altar for your slashy nummies!*

Oh, by the way - did I mention... Guhhhhhhhhhhhhh....
I am Derek's vocal eyebrows: dt; want this [me]literati on December 18th, 2005 12:07 am (UTC)
yay for longfic!

this is so great, sweetie. I love the easy feeling between the two of them and how they gab over alcohol.

You know me by now, and you should know I'd love to see a sequel, a smutty sequel perhaps?

:D
Kristin: Bratty Blondes by LdDurhamtxrabbit on December 18th, 2005 02:37 am (UTC)
I love it! Fun and snarky and sad and heartbreaking and laughed inplaces and got teary in others. Very well done, love!

So... feed me recs.

*snogs*
Alizarin_NYC: spike smokesalizarin_nyc on December 18th, 2005 05:27 am (UTC)
They're in Cairo! Awesome. And they play, "never have I ever!" Cool.

And Spike sees, really sees Xander for the first time! Aw. Very, very nice.
belleimani on December 23rd, 2005 08:55 pm (UTC)
Gorgeous. Funny. Perfectly in character.
Nice.
outsideth3box: I want chocolateoutsideth3box on December 16th, 2007 03:10 am (UTC)
oh my sweet god I love you!

What a marvelous fic! Sad and scary and sweet and touching and kinda hot at the end...Mmmmmmm!

And *thank you* for having Spike notice Xander's two eyes, too many times Xander just...has two eyes...and it never gets explained.

::glomps you::
hello_spikeyhello_spikey on December 16th, 2007 04:10 am (UTC)
oh this is beautiful. Love the unexpected parallels. And we all knew Angel and Wes woulda shagged like bunnies! :D

windandsummer on December 16th, 2007 09:17 am (UTC)
*Happy Sigh* Nice work this was a great read!~Bee