Title: Seriously Committed
Pairing: Spike/Xander of Buffy
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be. No harm, no foul, no money made.
Notes: The further (and previous) adventures of baby!vamp!Xander.
It started as a plan to prove him worthy of his Sire, a simple bit of payback for the one who'd hurt him most. But as time passed and names fell into place, the plan got serious; a simple one-house slaughter grew to cover towns in several states. Finally, the list was as complete as he could make it, and just in time to share it on a bloody, vengeful day.
Xander traced the names and addresses of Riley's family, and hoped that Spike would let him share the fun.
"Happy Valentine's Day, Sire. I have a gift for you."
Xander was seriously frustrated. Forty days and nights had gone by without a hint of sex, and Xander wanted Spike back in his bed, where he belonged. It didn't help to know that Spike was doing this for him. It didn't help to know he'd said 'okay' and let Spike go, obediently complying with Angelus' cruel demands. It really didn't help to know relief was close at hand. The box of toys beneath the bed called out his name, but he stood firm. He'd promised Spike he'd wait, and so he would.
Those final two days seemed to last forever.
Forty-two long days passed and suddenly Spike was home. Anticipation froze them both in place.
Five seconds and they were on the floor, greetings left unspoken.
Five minutes and they were screaming as they came.
Five hours and they made it to the bedroom, bruised and bloody.
Five days and they finally stopped to eat.
Even then they couldn't bear to be that far apart, both drinking from the same torn open throat so they could touch and kiss.
Eyes and lips and tongues made silent, serious, sweet promises - they'd never be apart like that again by their own choice.