Best Nights (Yet to Come)
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apachefirecatTitle: Best Nights (Yet to Come)
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Author: Apache Firecat
Characters: Spike/Buffy, past Angel(us)/Spike, past Angel/Buffy, past Spike/Drusilla
Rating: PG-13/T
Summary: Evil can no longer lure Spike when he has something so promising on the horizon.
Word Count: 1896
Written For: Dove Drabbles 105: Go ahead, you deserve it.; Nekid Spike July 2022 Month Long Challenge: Those were the days!, Monthly Nekid Guest: Angelus, Mod's Choice: The Kiss, and Moody Weekend: Passionate (sorry to be late, not having reliable Internet anywhere but at work doesn't exactly help); and Lands of Magic's The Creative Court's July 2022 Challenge: Into the Night
Warnings: AU, Future Fic
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.
"Go ahead," the savage yet sensual voice snarls in his ear. "You know you want to do it. You know you deserve it."
Spike's blue eyes, darkened by barely controlled fury and barely refrained tears, flick up to the face he has known, loved, and hated for so many centuries, far longer than all the Happy Meals -- and he has to remember they are Happy Meals, especially now -- walking around them could ever truly imagine living. There comes to a time when life gets boring, when a bloke gets fat and happy or at least contents himself with the belief that he has reached the end though while still living. Nothing more can surprise him. Nothing more can hurt him. Every day, or night, is just the same as another with only a few, minute differences. Nothing around him can truly impact him anymore; he's just waiting for death, that final curtain call or final stake, or even the final sunrise. Spike would gladly meet that final sunrise with his arms thrown wide right now; it would be so much easier than facing this.
He clears his throat and forces a smile to curve his lips, his own fangs peeking from just underneath his top lip. "Now, see, that's I know you're Angelus. You're not him. You're not Angel, great poof that he is. Angel would be begging me not to."
"Oh, he is," Angelus smiles wickedly at him and runs his tongue over his fangs. "I'll dine with you, kill the first one even if you want. Make it easier to go back to your old ways."
He wasn't going back to that man, to that monster, no matter what Angelus told him, what he promised him, or what, ultimately, he did to him. He wasn't reverting back, and he wasn't destroying these humans. He didn't care about the ones walking idly by on the sidewalk, heedless of the evil in their midst. But his whole bloody world was in that little magic shop just ahead of them. And it wasn't just in the petite but powerful blonde beauty over whom he and Angel had spent years fighting.
It was every one of the buggers in there, he thought, his chest aching with a pain stronger than any he'd ever had to endure before. It was with Giles and his patriarchy caring for his Buffy and at times for everyone else in the group too, even himself. It was in Xander and the laughter they had shared over the years and Willow and the ways he'd seen her blossom. Why had she not picked up on the fact that Angel was no longer with them? She could cure him. She could break the curse even. He knew she could. He should have asked her to, begged her even, but he'd been so afraid of losing Buffy if the curse no longer prevented her from being able to choose being with Angel over him.
Then there was sweet, innocent Dawn, although maybe not so innocent these days. She was still like a sister to him -- nay, she was much more like the child he'd never had. The others had tried to get him to sire victims on occasion, but he'd never once dared. Looking back, he knows that even then, even in the wash of all that horror and bloodshed, he had not wanted to bring anyone else into their world. It had been bad enough he'd had to share Dru with Angelus and Darla. Perhaps if they'd gotten away on their own, their love could have lasted. Perhaps he could have found a way to give her the world she'd desired.
But then he never would have met Buffy. He never would have met the true love of his eternal life. He knows what Angelus intends for her. He's going to kill her if he can, but he's also going to do so much worse to her, and he'll make himself and Angel watch every step.
"Sorry, Angel," Spike murmurs, again daring to meet his eyes and speaking to the man he knows is still within the Demon, no doubt screaming his head off and doing everything he can against whatever mental cage it is as he tries so hard, and ultimately, Spike also already knows, failingly to break free. Then he growls at Angelus, his eyes flickering on something far more dangerous. "When I get the chance, I'm going to drive a stake through you."
"You're welcome to try, m'boy!" Angelus twirls around him, opening his arms wide.
The people around them just continue to walk, heedless of the danger in their very midst. A part of Spike wants to shout at them to run, but he knows this is the only thing buying him time to find a way to get word to the others, to warn them of the great danger and imminent death here in the form of their friend and one time lover. He hears a few poppets giggling behind their hands as Angelus twirls in front of him. Do they think they're still lovers? The idea's repulsive, and not just because the man before him is not truly Angel. Yeah, he and Angel may have had a thing at one time, but that was long ago. Besides, he cannot even fathom taking another lover now; everything he is belongs completely to Buffy.
He's got to find a way to kill him this time, Spike determines, even if it makes Buffy hate him. Heck, she killed Angel once herself. Surely she'll understand? But only if he can prove Angelus is in control again. His mind is whirling for ways to do that very thing as Angelus continues to shimmy in front of him and taunt him.
"Come on! Those were the good old days, the best days of our lives!"
"They weren't even days," Spike growls, irritated.
"Aw, is poor, little Spikey -- " He stops in mid-sentence, and both Vampires duck. Spike whirls around as Angelus catches the stake in his hand.
"Buffy!" Relief floods him as he realizes that she must have somehow found out. Maybe she heard him. Maybe she felt how badly he'd been trying to call out to her, soul to soul, over the last few nights. Regardless she knows. He doesn't have to --
Strong hands clamp down on his shoulders. He feels the other Vampire's hot breath as Angelus aims for his neck, but then suddenly, there's a weight dropping down from above them both. Faith comes down hard, her booted feet planted right into the top of Angelus' skull. He's brought down by the impact, but he tucks and rolls, coming to a stop at the one place he knows is safe in these streets - Buffy's feet. Vaguely, he realizes that people are finally screaming and running from the danger he's known has been in their midst this entire time.
"Uh huh. Not our boy, you don't."
Our boy? Spike barely has time to consider her words before Buffy and Faith are moving in unison. Kennedy's there, too, and he can hear Willow and Giles chanting. The three Slayers managed to pin Angelus to the wall, and within moments, his features soften. Spike breathes easy at last, tension draining from his body.
"Jackass," Buffy snaps once the magic has settled. She slams Angel back into the concrete wall again behind him. "You should've let me do that a long time ago."
Then she releases him, and to Spike's surprise, delight, and shock, she walks over to stand beside him. He's managed to get back on his feet while barely realizing he was moving. "Are you all right?" she asks, looking with great concern up into his eyes.
"Y-Yeah." He's still shaking inwardly, but he's not about to admit it. It doesn't have to do with that beast any way. It has everything to do --
He's startled out of his thoughts as Buffy wraps herself around him. "Thank you," she whispers. He can practically smell the relief wafting off of her. She takes his head in her hands and kisses him so long and deep that when they finally break, the others have actually walked away.
Spike's mind whirls. He's panting, though he doesn't need to breathe, and utterly confused. He figured for sure she'd be kissing Angel, but instead he's the one she's staying with. He's the one she's kissing. He's the one with whom she's still standing. He's the one -- dare he hope? -- she loves?
"It's been you for years now," she says, laughing at the bewilderment in his enlarged eyes. She takes his hand in hers and threads their fingers together, leading him away from Giles' most recent magic shop. "I'm sorry it took me so long to see it, say it, accept it." She shakes her head. "When I figured out that you were alone with Angelus, all I could think was that I'd sent you to your death."
He manages to laugh, though the sound is weak. "I could've taken him."
"But you didn't want to hurt Angel."
No, he had not, even though it could have meant losing her, even though he had believed it would mean losing her. They had been through so much together before, and Angel, no matter how annoying he was, truly was a friend. He had not wanted to have to kill him, no matter what it might have meant for himself, but he would have killed him before he had allowed him to kill any of the others.
He's trembling inside, and he's grateful she can't tell as she stops and wraps her arms around him. She looks him up into his eyes with such adoration that he knows he can never deserve as she tells him again, "I'm sorry. It's you I love, Spike." As she kisses him this time, her tongue sweeping into his hot mouth and dancing beautifully and erotically with his, he can't help recalling so many of Angelus' taunts over the last few nights.
But he was wrong! He was so wrong all along! Buffy does love him, and these, and those yet to come beside her, with her in all ways of the phrase, those truly are his best nights, nights more wonderful by far than any with which he'd ever really dared hoped he could be blessed. He wraps his arms around the love of his life, his soul mate to whom his entire twisted and horrible life had been leading him, and kisses her deeply in return. He lifts her up and carries her to their little apartment, a home he finally knows not Angel or Angelus or anyone else will ever be able to tear asunder again.
He doesn't have to say the words. He's said them before so many times. He's said them even when he could not see for his own blood running into his eyes from the injuries she had inflicted upon him, injuries he had allowed her to inflict. He's shown her time and again, and every kiss, every caress now is telling her again. Still, when he carries her over their threshold, he does force himself to break their kiss. "I love you too," he says, and then he lays her down and proceeds to show her throughout the rest of the night and into the coming day.
The End
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Author: Apache Firecat
Characters: Spike/Buffy, past Angel(us)/Spike, past Angel/Buffy, past Spike/Drusilla
Rating: PG-13/T
Summary: Evil can no longer lure Spike when he has something so promising on the horizon.
Word Count: 1896
Written For: Dove Drabbles 105: Go ahead, you deserve it.; Nekid Spike July 2022 Month Long Challenge: Those were the days!, Monthly Nekid Guest: Angelus, Mod's Choice: The Kiss, and Moody Weekend: Passionate (sorry to be late, not having reliable Internet anywhere but at work doesn't exactly help); and Lands of Magic's The Creative Court's July 2022 Challenge: Into the Night
Warnings: AU, Future Fic
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.
"Go ahead," the savage yet sensual voice snarls in his ear. "You know you want to do it. You know you deserve it."
Spike's blue eyes, darkened by barely controlled fury and barely refrained tears, flick up to the face he has known, loved, and hated for so many centuries, far longer than all the Happy Meals -- and he has to remember they are Happy Meals, especially now -- walking around them could ever truly imagine living. There comes to a time when life gets boring, when a bloke gets fat and happy or at least contents himself with the belief that he has reached the end though while still living. Nothing more can surprise him. Nothing more can hurt him. Every day, or night, is just the same as another with only a few, minute differences. Nothing around him can truly impact him anymore; he's just waiting for death, that final curtain call or final stake, or even the final sunrise. Spike would gladly meet that final sunrise with his arms thrown wide right now; it would be so much easier than facing this.
He clears his throat and forces a smile to curve his lips, his own fangs peeking from just underneath his top lip. "Now, see, that's I know you're Angelus. You're not him. You're not Angel, great poof that he is. Angel would be begging me not to."
"Oh, he is," Angelus smiles wickedly at him and runs his tongue over his fangs. "I'll dine with you, kill the first one even if you want. Make it easier to go back to your old ways."
He wasn't going back to that man, to that monster, no matter what Angelus told him, what he promised him, or what, ultimately, he did to him. He wasn't reverting back, and he wasn't destroying these humans. He didn't care about the ones walking idly by on the sidewalk, heedless of the evil in their midst. But his whole bloody world was in that little magic shop just ahead of them. And it wasn't just in the petite but powerful blonde beauty over whom he and Angel had spent years fighting.
It was every one of the buggers in there, he thought, his chest aching with a pain stronger than any he'd ever had to endure before. It was with Giles and his patriarchy caring for his Buffy and at times for everyone else in the group too, even himself. It was in Xander and the laughter they had shared over the years and Willow and the ways he'd seen her blossom. Why had she not picked up on the fact that Angel was no longer with them? She could cure him. She could break the curse even. He knew she could. He should have asked her to, begged her even, but he'd been so afraid of losing Buffy if the curse no longer prevented her from being able to choose being with Angel over him.
Then there was sweet, innocent Dawn, although maybe not so innocent these days. She was still like a sister to him -- nay, she was much more like the child he'd never had. The others had tried to get him to sire victims on occasion, but he'd never once dared. Looking back, he knows that even then, even in the wash of all that horror and bloodshed, he had not wanted to bring anyone else into their world. It had been bad enough he'd had to share Dru with Angelus and Darla. Perhaps if they'd gotten away on their own, their love could have lasted. Perhaps he could have found a way to give her the world she'd desired.
But then he never would have met Buffy. He never would have met the true love of his eternal life. He knows what Angelus intends for her. He's going to kill her if he can, but he's also going to do so much worse to her, and he'll make himself and Angel watch every step.
"Sorry, Angel," Spike murmurs, again daring to meet his eyes and speaking to the man he knows is still within the Demon, no doubt screaming his head off and doing everything he can against whatever mental cage it is as he tries so hard, and ultimately, Spike also already knows, failingly to break free. Then he growls at Angelus, his eyes flickering on something far more dangerous. "When I get the chance, I'm going to drive a stake through you."
"You're welcome to try, m'boy!" Angelus twirls around him, opening his arms wide.
The people around them just continue to walk, heedless of the danger in their very midst. A part of Spike wants to shout at them to run, but he knows this is the only thing buying him time to find a way to get word to the others, to warn them of the great danger and imminent death here in the form of their friend and one time lover. He hears a few poppets giggling behind their hands as Angelus twirls in front of him. Do they think they're still lovers? The idea's repulsive, and not just because the man before him is not truly Angel. Yeah, he and Angel may have had a thing at one time, but that was long ago. Besides, he cannot even fathom taking another lover now; everything he is belongs completely to Buffy.
He's got to find a way to kill him this time, Spike determines, even if it makes Buffy hate him. Heck, she killed Angel once herself. Surely she'll understand? But only if he can prove Angelus is in control again. His mind is whirling for ways to do that very thing as Angelus continues to shimmy in front of him and taunt him.
"Come on! Those were the good old days, the best days of our lives!"
"They weren't even days," Spike growls, irritated.
"Aw, is poor, little Spikey -- " He stops in mid-sentence, and both Vampires duck. Spike whirls around as Angelus catches the stake in his hand.
"Buffy!" Relief floods him as he realizes that she must have somehow found out. Maybe she heard him. Maybe she felt how badly he'd been trying to call out to her, soul to soul, over the last few nights. Regardless she knows. He doesn't have to --
Strong hands clamp down on his shoulders. He feels the other Vampire's hot breath as Angelus aims for his neck, but then suddenly, there's a weight dropping down from above them both. Faith comes down hard, her booted feet planted right into the top of Angelus' skull. He's brought down by the impact, but he tucks and rolls, coming to a stop at the one place he knows is safe in these streets - Buffy's feet. Vaguely, he realizes that people are finally screaming and running from the danger he's known has been in their midst this entire time.
"Uh huh. Not our boy, you don't."
Our boy? Spike barely has time to consider her words before Buffy and Faith are moving in unison. Kennedy's there, too, and he can hear Willow and Giles chanting. The three Slayers managed to pin Angelus to the wall, and within moments, his features soften. Spike breathes easy at last, tension draining from his body.
"Jackass," Buffy snaps once the magic has settled. She slams Angel back into the concrete wall again behind him. "You should've let me do that a long time ago."
Then she releases him, and to Spike's surprise, delight, and shock, she walks over to stand beside him. He's managed to get back on his feet while barely realizing he was moving. "Are you all right?" she asks, looking with great concern up into his eyes.
"Y-Yeah." He's still shaking inwardly, but he's not about to admit it. It doesn't have to do with that beast any way. It has everything to do --
He's startled out of his thoughts as Buffy wraps herself around him. "Thank you," she whispers. He can practically smell the relief wafting off of her. She takes his head in her hands and kisses him so long and deep that when they finally break, the others have actually walked away.
Spike's mind whirls. He's panting, though he doesn't need to breathe, and utterly confused. He figured for sure she'd be kissing Angel, but instead he's the one she's staying with. He's the one she's kissing. He's the one with whom she's still standing. He's the one -- dare he hope? -- she loves?
"It's been you for years now," she says, laughing at the bewilderment in his enlarged eyes. She takes his hand in hers and threads their fingers together, leading him away from Giles' most recent magic shop. "I'm sorry it took me so long to see it, say it, accept it." She shakes her head. "When I figured out that you were alone with Angelus, all I could think was that I'd sent you to your death."
He manages to laugh, though the sound is weak. "I could've taken him."
"But you didn't want to hurt Angel."
No, he had not, even though it could have meant losing her, even though he had believed it would mean losing her. They had been through so much together before, and Angel, no matter how annoying he was, truly was a friend. He had not wanted to have to kill him, no matter what it might have meant for himself, but he would have killed him before he had allowed him to kill any of the others.
He's trembling inside, and he's grateful she can't tell as she stops and wraps her arms around him. She looks him up into his eyes with such adoration that he knows he can never deserve as she tells him again, "I'm sorry. It's you I love, Spike." As she kisses him this time, her tongue sweeping into his hot mouth and dancing beautifully and erotically with his, he can't help recalling so many of Angelus' taunts over the last few nights.
But he was wrong! He was so wrong all along! Buffy does love him, and these, and those yet to come beside her, with her in all ways of the phrase, those truly are his best nights, nights more wonderful by far than any with which he'd ever really dared hoped he could be blessed. He wraps his arms around the love of his life, his soul mate to whom his entire twisted and horrible life had been leading him, and kisses her deeply in return. He lifts her up and carries her to their little apartment, a home he finally knows not Angel or Angelus or anyone else will ever be able to tear asunder again.
He doesn't have to say the words. He's said them before so many times. He's said them even when he could not see for his own blood running into his eyes from the injuries she had inflicted upon him, injuries he had allowed her to inflict. He's shown her time and again, and every kiss, every caress now is telling her again. Still, when he carries her over their threshold, he does force himself to break their kiss. "I love you too," he says, and then he lays her down and proceeds to show her throughout the rest of the night and into the coming day.
The End
