Shoe on the Other Foot (SotOF)
By Penmom
As you well know, the usual things apply. This is a short work that has been rolling around in my head for weeks. Place this in mid Season 6. Whether I continue is up in the air. Premise - Xander and Spike switch bodies Feedback! I love it - I can't wait to see what you make of this!
Chapter Four - Strange Bedfellows
He has been having the strangest dreams. Dreams of hunting. That alone is not so unusual, after years of patrolling by Buffy's side. The patrols, the hyena possession, his Halloween as a soldier - all of these things are embedded in his subconscious, making aggressive, violent dreams more common than one would think. But still, these are markedly different.
He is running so fast and he is chasing someone, something. He must be channeling his inner hyena because he is so hungry. He is craving violence, the kill but also the taking of a life and the partaking of that life - to drink it down whole. Beyond hunger, there is a seductive nature to this dream as well, as if he is lusting for the kill, the devouring of the life he is pursuing.
Anya watches as his eyes move furiously behind the closed lids. She watches as his face morphs into its demonic visage. A part of her is mildly surprised that this turn of events isn't the least bit frightening to her. Rather, it is quite arousing. To know that her love, her big teddy bear of a man is suddenly experiencing what it is like to have such a feral power running through his veins, it amazes her.
Her thoughts light on their earlier conversation when she offered to let him drink from her. His reaction to her suggestion had been quite strong. She had long ago learned that Xander only reacted as such when something was truly hitting a nerve. Hence it was safe to assume that part of him would have liked nothing better than to have sunk his teeth deep into her flesh.
She knows a bit about human nature. She is well aware of how strongly he reacted to Angel, to Spike now. One thousand years as a vengeance demon taught her a lot about people. She knows that despite Xander's ordinariness that there he is part of him - and not a small part - that likes to hold his hand close to the fire. If the truth be known, that's part of his attraction to her - human girl and vengeance demon. He can safely have his cake and eat it too.
Perhaps he protests so strongly because he is so attracted to this dark side. That it calls to him whether he will admit it or not. For as much as he proclaims his average status, she knows for a fact that most 'average' men would either have run away by now or be dead. Xander is neither and that is one of the reasons that she is attracted to him. She can have her china pattern and her 401K AND have her demonic past as well. Only Xander can have his feet firmly in both worlds.
And now - Now, here she is, facing Xander as he faces his darkest leanings - in the body of his enemy none the less.
Spike has always been an amazingly attractive male although his continuous verbal barrage lessens this in her eyes. But now she allows herself to think of all of the possibilities. Her male now inhabits this form - this pleasing form.
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His dream is reaching a crescendo. He has taken down his prey and he is bent to take her. He is bent to take her.
Her not it but her.
This jarring revelation shatters his dream and his eyes open, his senses coming alive only to again be bombarded by sight, touch, smell, sound. He is a radar homing in again on his prey - SHE. It is a she and not a faceless she but the one whose scent he recognizes. This one is his. He will claim her. This is his only thought. He is not thinking of who is he, who he is supposed to be. He is only thinking of what his senses and instincts are driving him to do and those senses and instincts are that of a master vampire.
He moves quickly without hesitation, turning to find his mate and claim her. The sound of her heart is a lure like no other. He will have her. Pulling her form under his own, he rips the offending nightgown off of her and lets out a growl when he finds that she wears no other barrier. She tilts her pelvis upwards, making room for him and it only takes another second to thrust into her.
Her heat is staggering and for a second a part of his brain wonders that he has never realized this before. He needs more of her heat. As he pulls out of her to thrust into her again, her body arches upward in welcome, her head thrown back as if to offer up her throat.
He is beyond thought as he drives into her body and her throat at the same time.
His being encounters another jolt as her life flows into him, completing him in a way that is beyond explanation. He feels as if he is swimming in her heat- surrounding him, flowing through him. As he draws on her wound in time with his body, she arches into him, her legs coming to lock around his waist. She cries out his name.
HIS NAME - His name is Xander. Xander is a man. A mortal man, a steak and potatoes kind of guy. He is not a predator, a killer, and not some otherworldly vampire ---
Suddenly, faster than she can react, he has wrenched himself off of her - leaving her cold and bleeding.
As he comes back to himself, his first inclination is to run -far and fast but this new instinct thinks - says nope, no go - daylight. He ventures a look her way only to see that she is still bleeding. Another set of instincts kick in.
"Oh God, Ahnn, what in hell did I do? Damn Spike ---" He continues to damn Spike, the demon who made this switch and pretty much everyone in the free world as he rips the sheet to stop the bleeding.
As he hunches over her in pure Xander fashion, she finally gets a word in edge wise. "Use your tongue."
This stops him in his tracks. Incredulously with his sarcasm back in full swing he answers - "Excuse me?"
"Use your tongue. Your salvia has healing properties, it will heal it right up." She delivers this information as brightly and as calmly as she announces the sales on at the Magic Box.
In spite of himself, he lends forward and gingerly laps at the two marks that he has made. As he laps, he begins to purr. 'Oh Dear God, no one told him vampires purred!'
The sound is irresistible to Anya, who is now pushing her hand up through the curls on the back on his head.
"Just take a little. Suck on the marks you already made."
Inconceivably, he follows her direction with little or no thought to his earlier disgust. The allure is just too great.
"Yes" she whispers, "just like that."
Still in his human face - well not his human face - but a human face, he nips and sucks at the nectar she offers so sweetly. Comparing this to the mugs of pigs' blood from the night before - well, there is no comparison.
Finally, he has had his fill and wants nothing more than to explore the rest of her with his newfound senses.
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He wants nothing more than to explore with the rest of his newfound senses. The taste is like nothing he can remember. He closes his eyes as he focuses in on this one sensation.
"Hello? You awake or what?" The sound of Buffy's voice pulls him from his revelry. Squinting in the bright noonday sun, he opens his eyes to meet hers. She offered sunglasses, but he would have none of it.
"You haven't said anything in like fifteen minutes, it has to be an all time record." She quips in a good- natured manner.
"This (gesturing to the hot fudge sundae in front of him) is incredible. I don't see why you don't eat one of these at every meal."
"Well, for one thing, this girlish figure you like so much wouldn't stand up to the calorie-fest." As she speaks, she reaches up to wipe a spot of chocolate off the corner of his mouth. She takes the chocolate covered fingertip and licks it clean with her little pink tongue.
Never has he felt desire hit him like this - suddenly - his heart pounding, blood pumping into all the necessary parts.
Something in his face must have changed too because she is looking at him differently - her head tilted as if she is considering him. Her face is serious now, her eyes darker by a shade. He imagines that she is feeling the same as he. Before he realizes his intent, he has brought his hand up to her heart. He has felt it a hundred times before - but this - this sweet empathy - it is more than he can stand.
Encountering the wonderment in his touch, she smiles again. Has she ever smiled at him like his before? He thinks not.
The childlike astonishment in his face as he encounters a billion and one things that she takes for granted each day humbles her. She wonders if she has overlooked all of this within him because of her own prejudices and fears. She takes the hand on her chest with her own and brings it up to her lips and kisses it.
For the second time in so many hours, Buffy finds herself drawn up against this big body - so reminiscent of Angel and yes, Riley. For a moment, she wonders that the feel of it brings these two to mind and not Xander. Through some magic, Spike is animating this body in such a way that it seems to be his and his alone.
Leaning down, he frames her face in his big hands and looks into her eyes for the slightest consent. He finds what he desires in those hazel spheres and leans into her welcoming lips.
It feels a little awkward; she seems even smaller than usual in comparison to this hulking frame. And it still feels like there is too much of this body - but still, the sun is shining and she is willingly in his arms in front of God and the whole world.
TBC
By Penmom
As you well know, the usual things apply. This is a short work that has been rolling around in my head for weeks. Place this in mid Season 6. Whether I continue is up in the air. Premise - Xander and Spike switch bodies Feedback! I love it - I can't wait to see what you make of this!
Chapter Four - Strange Bedfellows
He has been having the strangest dreams. Dreams of hunting. That alone is not so unusual, after years of patrolling by Buffy's side. The patrols, the hyena possession, his Halloween as a soldier - all of these things are embedded in his subconscious, making aggressive, violent dreams more common than one would think. But still, these are markedly different.
He is running so fast and he is chasing someone, something. He must be channeling his inner hyena because he is so hungry. He is craving violence, the kill but also the taking of a life and the partaking of that life - to drink it down whole. Beyond hunger, there is a seductive nature to this dream as well, as if he is lusting for the kill, the devouring of the life he is pursuing.
Anya watches as his eyes move furiously behind the closed lids. She watches as his face morphs into its demonic visage. A part of her is mildly surprised that this turn of events isn't the least bit frightening to her. Rather, it is quite arousing. To know that her love, her big teddy bear of a man is suddenly experiencing what it is like to have such a feral power running through his veins, it amazes her.
Her thoughts light on their earlier conversation when she offered to let him drink from her. His reaction to her suggestion had been quite strong. She had long ago learned that Xander only reacted as such when something was truly hitting a nerve. Hence it was safe to assume that part of him would have liked nothing better than to have sunk his teeth deep into her flesh.
She knows a bit about human nature. She is well aware of how strongly he reacted to Angel, to Spike now. One thousand years as a vengeance demon taught her a lot about people. She knows that despite Xander's ordinariness that there he is part of him - and not a small part - that likes to hold his hand close to the fire. If the truth be known, that's part of his attraction to her - human girl and vengeance demon. He can safely have his cake and eat it too.
Perhaps he protests so strongly because he is so attracted to this dark side. That it calls to him whether he will admit it or not. For as much as he proclaims his average status, she knows for a fact that most 'average' men would either have run away by now or be dead. Xander is neither and that is one of the reasons that she is attracted to him. She can have her china pattern and her 401K AND have her demonic past as well. Only Xander can have his feet firmly in both worlds.
And now - Now, here she is, facing Xander as he faces his darkest leanings - in the body of his enemy none the less.
Spike has always been an amazingly attractive male although his continuous verbal barrage lessens this in her eyes. But now she allows herself to think of all of the possibilities. Her male now inhabits this form - this pleasing form.
*********************
His dream is reaching a crescendo. He has taken down his prey and he is bent to take her. He is bent to take her.
Her not it but her.
This jarring revelation shatters his dream and his eyes open, his senses coming alive only to again be bombarded by sight, touch, smell, sound. He is a radar homing in again on his prey - SHE. It is a she and not a faceless she but the one whose scent he recognizes. This one is his. He will claim her. This is his only thought. He is not thinking of who is he, who he is supposed to be. He is only thinking of what his senses and instincts are driving him to do and those senses and instincts are that of a master vampire.
He moves quickly without hesitation, turning to find his mate and claim her. The sound of her heart is a lure like no other. He will have her. Pulling her form under his own, he rips the offending nightgown off of her and lets out a growl when he finds that she wears no other barrier. She tilts her pelvis upwards, making room for him and it only takes another second to thrust into her.
Her heat is staggering and for a second a part of his brain wonders that he has never realized this before. He needs more of her heat. As he pulls out of her to thrust into her again, her body arches upward in welcome, her head thrown back as if to offer up her throat.
He is beyond thought as he drives into her body and her throat at the same time.
His being encounters another jolt as her life flows into him, completing him in a way that is beyond explanation. He feels as if he is swimming in her heat- surrounding him, flowing through him. As he draws on her wound in time with his body, she arches into him, her legs coming to lock around his waist. She cries out his name.
HIS NAME - His name is Xander. Xander is a man. A mortal man, a steak and potatoes kind of guy. He is not a predator, a killer, and not some otherworldly vampire ---
Suddenly, faster than she can react, he has wrenched himself off of her - leaving her cold and bleeding.
As he comes back to himself, his first inclination is to run -far and fast but this new instinct thinks - says nope, no go - daylight. He ventures a look her way only to see that she is still bleeding. Another set of instincts kick in.
"Oh God, Ahnn, what in hell did I do? Damn Spike ---" He continues to damn Spike, the demon who made this switch and pretty much everyone in the free world as he rips the sheet to stop the bleeding.
As he hunches over her in pure Xander fashion, she finally gets a word in edge wise. "Use your tongue."
This stops him in his tracks. Incredulously with his sarcasm back in full swing he answers - "Excuse me?"
"Use your tongue. Your salvia has healing properties, it will heal it right up." She delivers this information as brightly and as calmly as she announces the sales on at the Magic Box.
In spite of himself, he lends forward and gingerly laps at the two marks that he has made. As he laps, he begins to purr. 'Oh Dear God, no one told him vampires purred!'
The sound is irresistible to Anya, who is now pushing her hand up through the curls on the back on his head.
"Just take a little. Suck on the marks you already made."
Inconceivably, he follows her direction with little or no thought to his earlier disgust. The allure is just too great.
"Yes" she whispers, "just like that."
Still in his human face - well not his human face - but a human face, he nips and sucks at the nectar she offers so sweetly. Comparing this to the mugs of pigs' blood from the night before - well, there is no comparison.
Finally, he has had his fill and wants nothing more than to explore the rest of her with his newfound senses.
*****************
He wants nothing more than to explore with the rest of his newfound senses. The taste is like nothing he can remember. He closes his eyes as he focuses in on this one sensation.
"Hello? You awake or what?" The sound of Buffy's voice pulls him from his revelry. Squinting in the bright noonday sun, he opens his eyes to meet hers. She offered sunglasses, but he would have none of it.
"You haven't said anything in like fifteen minutes, it has to be an all time record." She quips in a good- natured manner.
"This (gesturing to the hot fudge sundae in front of him) is incredible. I don't see why you don't eat one of these at every meal."
"Well, for one thing, this girlish figure you like so much wouldn't stand up to the calorie-fest." As she speaks, she reaches up to wipe a spot of chocolate off the corner of his mouth. She takes the chocolate covered fingertip and licks it clean with her little pink tongue.
Never has he felt desire hit him like this - suddenly - his heart pounding, blood pumping into all the necessary parts.
Something in his face must have changed too because she is looking at him differently - her head tilted as if she is considering him. Her face is serious now, her eyes darker by a shade. He imagines that she is feeling the same as he. Before he realizes his intent, he has brought his hand up to her heart. He has felt it a hundred times before - but this - this sweet empathy - it is more than he can stand.
Encountering the wonderment in his touch, she smiles again. Has she ever smiled at him like his before? He thinks not.
The childlike astonishment in his face as he encounters a billion and one things that she takes for granted each day humbles her. She wonders if she has overlooked all of this within him because of her own prejudices and fears. She takes the hand on her chest with her own and brings it up to her lips and kisses it.
For the second time in so many hours, Buffy finds herself drawn up against this big body - so reminiscent of Angel and yes, Riley. For a moment, she wonders that the feel of it brings these two to mind and not Xander. Through some magic, Spike is animating this body in such a way that it seems to be his and his alone.
Leaning down, he frames her face in his big hands and looks into her eyes for the slightest consent. He finds what he desires in those hazel spheres and leans into her welcoming lips.
It feels a little awkward; she seems even smaller than usual in comparison to this hulking frame. And it still feels like there is too much of this body - but still, the sun is shining and she is willingly in his arms in front of God and the whole world.
TBC