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31 July 2005 @ 07:30 pm
Protected 1/1 - HAPPY BIRTHDAY TX!
Author: darkhavens
Title: Protected 1/1
Pairing: Spike/Xander of Buffy
Rating: PG-13
Words: 1036
Feedback/Concrit: darkhavens @ slashverse.com
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be. No harm, no foul, no money made.
Summary: Xander has protection.
Notes: Written for txrabbit for her birthday, 2005. If you study the demons, sweetie, you might find one named after you (kinda). ;)


For thirty years the boy had been warming his bed, and for thirty years he'd been stealing the damn pillows every night. Spike screwed his right elbow into the mattress and dropped his chin onto his upturned palm. Thirty years, and Xander still looked young enough to card, at least in the stricter clubs and bars.

Xander's chest rose and fell rhythmically as he slept on, unaware of just how closely he was being studied.

Spike reached out his left hand and traced the first glyph - blood red whorls, slightly raised, a thank you gift from a very grateful Karnisch demon and his clan. Good deal, that. Rescue one clutch of demon eggs from a Slayer-sponsored stomping, and get his boy protection against weapons made of iron.

That had been when they'd hatched The Plan.

They'd talked of binding spells before, of tying Xander's life to Spike's, but Xander balked at sacrificing someone else's soul for his. They'd tracked down tales of amulets, and rings, and, once, a pair of horns, but everything was losable, or breakable, or naff. And then the Karnisch offered them the glyph of iron protection - not a whole solution, but an interesting start, and after that they'd hit the books in earnest.

Spike's attention moved to the next mark on the list - a rough, black patch of skin the size and shape of his left thumb. Decorating Xander's Adam's apple, it has caused some pain, but Xander hadn't flinched away, not once. Its counterpoints were hidden in the hair behind Spike's ears - two black circles made when Xander's fingertips had touched his skin.

The Gagarog told Xander it was simply for protection -focus on the mark and think of Spike and he would always hear. While Xander washed the ritualistic soot marks from his skin, the Gagarog told Spike about the dots. The marks were used on mated pairs - the dominant got ear spots. The 'lesser', or the female, got the mark upon her throat, only to be used in times of trouble. The spots allowed the male of the pair to listen in - the left for speech, the right for surface thoughts, but most knew not to use them. Even demon ignorance was bliss, apparently.

Xander often tortured Spike with thoughts of having kinky sex, but always when the time was inappropriate. He'd watch Spike's eyes glaze over as his tongue curled up and round, and once he had his favourite demon panting he would stop.

Spike had used the left dot very sparingly throughout the years, mostly just when Xander had agreed. The right spot he had toyed with only once or twice while insecure - the rush of 'loveSpikemine, crazy vampire, ooh chocolate' always served to make him feel a prat.

The third mark, well, a line of them, ran the length of Xan's left arm - encircling his wrist and winding up to crown his shoulder, then sweeping down to curl beneath his nipple and around his heart. These were minute Kanji symbols, etched by demon hands - tiny little guys the size of hamsters.

Spike had never been to Japan and Xander wanted to see the world, so they'd picked that country as the starting point of their world tour. They'd hopped the islands, stopping for a day or two when interest struck, and then they'd climbed Mount Fuji to the top and found the Ji.

Xander, with his usual knack for being a demon magnet, had reached the summit, sat down for a drink and a bite to eat, and almost managed to flatten half of the resident population. Two dozen tiny figures had poured out from between his feet as he sat, oblivious, on their sacred temple, well, their rock.

Three hours and a tattered phrase book later they had reached a bargain - near-eternal life in return for passage to the nearest city. Passage, it was understood, for every member of their race, including generations of their dead - in all, a hundred. So Xander used his spoon to disinter the tiny graveyard, muttering about the twisted ironies of life.

They spent a couple of weeks in Fujiyoshida City, helping the Ji to settle in before they made repayment. The work had taken twelve long hours - of trying not to wriggle - while the hands and feet of seven Lilliputian demons stroked his skin. But finally the Kanji had been etched with dark inks made of earth, and then they'd led him to the public gardens. Now all he had to do was place his hand wrist-deep in natural earth, focus on the life force of the planet and repeat a prayer. The Ji promised it was just a thank you to their ancestors, and made him say it several dozen times until it stuck.

Xander rolled onto his side and opened bleary eyes, taking in Spike's fondest smile and the hand still on his heart.

"You've been thinking about carrying a hundred demon hamsters down a mountainside again, haven't you?"

Spike grinned and curled his tongue.

"Was just thinking how pretty you looked, all covered in glyphs and runes and moving artwork and the like." As one their gazes moved to check the slowly pulsing palm-sized swirling storm of greens and blues and greys above his solar plexus. "So, still in there then?"

"Yes, Spike, my soul is still firmly anchored, thanks for asking. You know it would take more than death or turning to move it on. The Raseki know their stuff; it's never shown a touch of pink. I'm just as human now as I was before, I'm just more."

Spike leaned in and stole a short sharp kiss, all tongues and teeth, then pulled back and smiled wickedly.

"So, which one's your favourite, luv, out of all these marks? You've got, what, thirty-six different bits of demon art on you?"

"You know, you ask that every single week, more than once, and I know you only do it 'cause you love to hear the answer." Xander's hand moved up to touch the bite mark near his collarbone. One finger stroked the tiny tattooed spike between the scars.

"This mark, Spike, always and forever. And now we have the celebratory sex, yes?"

Meredith Bronwen Mallorygarnettrees on July 31st, 2005 06:45 pm (UTC)
Awww, I loved Spike's question, and Xander's answer. I also adored the details about the different demons (particularly the Ji) that marked Xander for protection. Trust Spike to really take care of his boy! ^__^

'loveSpikemine, crazy vampire, ooh chocolate'
Yup, that would be the internal Xander!babble, alright.

Loved it,
darkhavensdarkhavens on August 2nd, 2005 05:35 am (UTC)
Thanks. :D

Spike is determined to keep his boy safe, even if he has to enrol hamster-sized demons to the cause.

And I'm pretty sure that's Xander's default surface thoughts laid out right there. ;)
(Anonymous) on July 31st, 2005 06:49 pm (UTC)
Oooh, I think that's the best notwithsex Spander story I've ever read. =D Lucky is the girl that gets that for a present.

Excellent story! I shall go about my lurking ways now. *lurklurk*
darkhavensdarkhavens on August 2nd, 2005 05:36 am (UTC)
Thank you very much for coming out of lurkerdom to fb. I'm glad you enjoyed it. :D
rayne_y_daze: Commentrayne_y_daze on July 31st, 2005 06:49 pm (UTC)
*bounce* I love this! One finger stroked the tiny tattooed spike between the scars. Awwwwww!

And happy birthday, txrabbit!
darkhavensdarkhavens on August 2nd, 2005 05:37 am (UTC)

Huh. Now I'm wondering whether that tiny tattooed spike was tattooed by a tiny tattooed demon. *headdesk*
(Anonymous) on July 31st, 2005 06:56 pm (UTC)
If you ever ever finished "Grungefic" (hint, hint) I could see this as an epilogue set 30 years after that consummation truly and devoutly desired so please would you consider getting back to work on those 2 bois so they can end up together with a beautifully and usefully decorated Xander?

darkhavens: grungefic [literati]darkhavens on August 2nd, 2005 05:40 am (UTC)
Re: Postscript
LOL! I promise I haven't given up on Grungefic, Shakatany, honestly. As a matter of fact this gift was supposed to be the next chapter, but it didn't work out. The boys will get their happily ever after eventually. I'm not going to leave them hanging. ;)

The EV0l Twinwritan_bur on July 31st, 2005 07:00 pm (UTC)
ohhh I absolutely adore this! Love the details and the stories that go with the marks.

Had to giggle at the last sentence. Of course it would be Xander who wanted to have the sex! *grin*
darkhavensdarkhavens on August 2nd, 2005 05:41 am (UTC)

As for the last line - Xander knows his vampire. After the reminiscing comes the question and then the celebratory sex. :D
thedabara_cds: Spangel Dollsthedabara_cds on July 31st, 2005 07:23 pm (UTC)
That was really excellent! And so sweet and yummy.
darkhavensdarkhavens on August 2nd, 2005 05:41 am (UTC)
Thank you. :D
Lit Gallit_gal on July 31st, 2005 07:47 pm (UTC)
Oh that is just absolutely sweet. I love this, and Spike should feel like a prat for ever doubting Xander's love for him. This is a beautiful image, and I just love fic where you see that they not only make it in the short term, but truly are life mates in the long run too.
darkhavensdarkhavens on August 2nd, 2005 05:44 am (UTC)
Thanks. :D

I wanted to show it to be a long term, happy relationship but without the turning Xander, the demonising of Xander, or the claiming/biting/bonding with Xander. I just wanted something different and a painted Xander popped into my head *g*
reddwarf75reddwarf75 on July 31st, 2005 08:01 pm (UTC)
That was so sweet! :)
darkhavensdarkhavens on August 2nd, 2005 05:44 am (UTC)
Thank you. :D
tabaquitabaqui on July 31st, 2005 08:37 pm (UTC)
Ooh, interesting stuff.

I like, yes yes.
Love 'the question' and the answer, of coz.
darkhavensdarkhavens on August 2nd, 2005 05:45 am (UTC)
Hee! Thanks.

Spike may be love's bitch but he's got an ego the size of Texas. He knows what the answer's gonna be but he still asks the question. *g*
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darkhavensdarkhavens on August 2nd, 2005 05:46 am (UTC)
Hee! A runaway Ji! If your cousin wake up one morning covered in microscopic kanji, you'll know why. ;)

Goes "Ding" When There's Stuff: Spander by Suki Bluesuki_blue on July 31st, 2005 09:31 pm (UTC)
Auw, that was lovely! You do the bois so well...so to speak ;o)

"You've been thinking about carrying a hundred demon hamsters down a mountainside again, haven't you?"

LOL! And yes, I also have that same thought at least twice a day!! Heeeee!!!

Wonderful as always.
darkhavensdarkhavens on August 2nd, 2005 05:47 am (UTC)

And yes, I'm sure everyonw thinks at least once a day about carrying a hundred demon hamsters down a mountainside. ;)
Kristintxrabbit on July 31st, 2005 09:34 pm (UTC)
I've been digging through LJ, trying to catch up and found this!


I love it! And the Xander!babble is so perfectly him. And the bite... yum! Thank you! Thank you!

darkhavensdarkhavens on August 2nd, 2005 05:48 am (UTC)

I'm glad you liked it. I dedicate the entire Raseki demon species to you as an extra pressie. *g*
who said what now? - txrabbit on April 21st, 2009 01:04 am (UTC) (Expand)
paradise4writin: Spanderparadise4writin on July 31st, 2005 09:34 pm (UTC)

That was so cute!
darkhavensdarkhavens on August 2nd, 2005 05:49 am (UTC)
Thanks! :D
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darkhavensdarkhavens on August 2nd, 2005 05:49 am (UTC)
Thanks. :D

I was aiming for a different method of keeping them together into the future.
werewindlewerewindle on July 31st, 2005 09:45 pm (UTC)
I loved it! The internal babble and the Ji and Spike taking care of his Xan and esp the last line. ^__^
darkhavensdarkhavens on August 2nd, 2005 05:50 am (UTC)
Thanks! :D