David Bowie "Heroes"
Title: We Could Be Heroes(6/?)
Rating: R-ish
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Timeline: Season 2 Halloween onward
Pairings: Most canonwise, Xander/Faith
Crossover Material: Assassin's Creed
Spoilers: General BtVS and AC ending information
Summary:
After Halloween, Xander finds himself with the knowledge of the
assassin Altair Ibn La-Ahad and the decision to either use these new
skills to help his friends or not. But not everyone is very happy with
that arrangement...
Faith blinked a bit as she watched Xander moving amongst the barrels of oil, checking the igniter cord that was shoved through a hole in the top of each and tangled into a mass near the library window. "You sure this'll work?" she asked nervously.
"Pretty positive," he replied. "We can't exactly get access to C4. And I don't know how to put together a modern bomb. You know anything?"
"Molotov's."
Xander smiled over his shoulder at her – that smile that made her heart melt – and said, "I think we need something a bit bigger."
"Yeah…"
He finished checking them then moved towards her, his arms coming around her in a warm embrace. Faith leaned eagerly into the touch and she asked softly, "Who's gonna light it?"
"Only you and Buffy are fast enough to outrun the demon."
"You're hella fast, X."
"Not that fast," he said with a smile. He glanced at the waiting explosive behind them then murmured, "Let's go home. I want to spend my last possible night alive with this gorgeous brunette."
"Anyone I know?" she asked with a smirk.
"Its possible. Do you know this kick-ass lady who wears leather and beats my ass black'n blue when we spar?"
"Might just, Stud."
Xander grinned then said, "Well that's awesome. You gotta introduce me."
Faith elbowed him in the ribs and he laughed before walking towards the door with her under his arm. She slid her arm along his back, feeling the muscles under his shirt, and wondered.
Could she tell him how she felt tonight?
She didn't want to die without telling him.
Xander was leaning against the wall of the shower when he heard the bathroom door open. A shadowy figure moved from the mist that had fogged up the room from the hot water then it opened the glass shower door.
As Faith dropped the robe she'd been covering herself with, his eyes bulged and he straightened against the wall. A gorgeous woman coming naked to him in the shower? This was like a dream come true.
"Hey, X," she breathed in that husky voice he'd come to love as she pulled the door closed behind her. "There room enough for two in here?"
Xander blinked and stared, quite unable to speak. Altaïr might have had his nights with women but that didn't mean anything to him since he tried to forget those. He was still a virgin, no matter the memories in his head.
"Uhm…uh…"
"Stunned yah to silence, eh?" Faith muttered. "'Magine that." She moved across the space between them then and leaned her body against his as she tugged his head down. As their lips met, Xander moved into action, resting his hands on her slim waist and tugging her hard against him. He was shaking as she pulled away and looked up at him with those sultry dark eyes of hers.
After a moment he murmured her name desperately and she smiled.
"You want this?" she asked softly. "All of it?"
Xander stared down at her, realizing somewhere in the back of his foggy brain that she was asking if he wanted the Slayer as well as the injured young woman underneath. Did she not realize that it was that woman he loved, not the Slayer?
Sliding his hands up her sides then over her shoulders, he left one there then moved the other up to her face, cupping her cheek. As she leaned into the touch, he breathed in a hoarse voice, "Hell yes."
Faith grinned at that then asked, "Well what'cha waitin' for, X? This girl ain't gonna wait forever."
He blinked then stared at her, saying, "I've never done this before, Faith. Altaïr did but…I want it to be all me with you, not him."
The Slayer was shocked at that – his first? A good-looking guy like her man? The girls around here were plain crazies.
That was okay, that left all of him for her.
"Well then," she purred, leaning in close to him, "guess I gotta steer yah round the curves."
"God please," he murmured as he watched her, his dark eyes showing her the lust all men had when they saw her but also love. And that was just what she wanted.
Faith smirked then lost herself in loving her man and teaching him a thing or two about loving her.
"You're late. And glowing," hissed Buffy as Xander arrived just before the graduation ceremony started, moving to stand near her and Willow.
"Am I?" queried the assassin. "'Magine that."
"Why?"
Xander arched an eyebrow and asked, "You sure you want the answer to that question?"
Buffy stared at him then snapped, "Yes."
"Okay." Leaning forward he hissed in a low voice, "I had the most amazing sex with a woman I love last night. And this morning. 'Bout twenty minutes ago too."
The two girls flushed at his words then Willow asked, "Why are you already wearing your robe?" Obviously she was too dazed to make a comment about him sleeping with Faith.
Xander grinned and shifted the robe aside to show that he was wearing his gray-green hunting clothes and weapons underneath. "Gotta be ready for the fight. You know what to do right, Buffy?"
"Yeah," she replied slowly, shocked that her friend had slept with Faith of all people. He nodded then walked off and she turned to Willow, saying, "I don't know what to do about him anymore, Wills. There's gotta be something we can do to make him stop. Like a spell or something."
"I'll try and find something," offered the budding witch as they began to pull on their graduation robes. Though that factored on them actually surviving the night.
"The Night Shade!" screamed a demon as it turned and fled. "It's the Night Shade!"
"Well," stated Xander, as he appeared next to Faith, wearing his cowled robe with his short sword gripped tightly in his right hand, "that's a new one for me."
"Impressive," purred the brunette Slayer before she drew the twin short swords he'd given her not too long ago. "Stay alive, lover."
He just grinned at her from underneath his hood then it faded as he plunged into the oncoming vampires and demons that hadn't fled at the sight of him. She went the opposite way into the swarm as him and hoped the rest of the group assigned to help them take out the Mayor's reinforcements wouldn't shoot one of them.
The fight blurred then she spun as something flew past her through the air, resolving into Xander's cloaked form as he came down like a dark bird of prey on top of a vampire. As he drove it to the ground atop its chest his hidden blade snapped out and jabbed deep into the demon's heart, killing it as effectively as a stake. As he rose, he opened his hand to let the blade fall back and then looked towards where the bulk of the Mayor's demon form was slithering into the high school.
"Show time," he murmured in his accented tones then blurred back into motion towards a hulking demon. Faith blew a kiss at his back then launched herself into a roundhouse kick, sending two vampires sprawling.
Oh, yeah, her baby was getting some tonight for that sweet save.
Just as she thought that, a fireball consumed the library and billowed up into a fury that began to consume the rest of the school. She grinned then looked at the vampires, who were now ready to run scared it looked like.
"Yah boys really want to keep dancin'?" she purred, "I'm real willing to oblige."
"Only in a fight of course," came Xander's voice from her right as he joined her and she felt the sense of Buffy's bitch coming up on her left. "I'm afraid I'm not real good at sharing in other dances."
The vampires glanced at each other then her man leaned forward, hissing, "I'd run if I were you." At that they turned and fled, dragging the few demons left along with them, and he smiled. "Am I really that scary?"
"Hell yes, lover," purred Faith as she tugged his hooded face down to kiss him. "Whatcha say we head home and break in that bed a bit more?"
"I love that idea. Let's check to make sure Giles is alright first though."
She nodded and they moved off through the crowd, finally finding Giles sitting on the rubble of a bench with a small cut on his forehead and a sword resting across his knees. The man smiled at their approach and rose, saying, "I am glad to see you both made it through this."
"Buffy?" questioned Xander stonily.
"A few singes but she'll be fine. I did want to ask you, Xander…"
"Wesley."
Giles frowned at the dark tone then said, "Yes, he…"
"He reported me to the Council," growled the young man. "Apparently they have been looking for someone who knows about a few certain objects for some time. And Altaïr just happens to have been the person that hid one of them and knows the general location of the rest."
"Damn, X," breathed Faith. "What're we gonna do?"
"We?" repeated Giles in confusion. Then he blinked and smiled, saying, "Ah. You both…"
"Yeah," replied Xander shortly. "Which also brings me to the point that we might ought to skip town. They know we're here and they might send someone after us. Or after Faith to try and take her to force her into the Cruciamentum."
The former Watcher scowled at that then said, "I suppose that would be for the best. When will you be leaving?"
"Probably tomorrow. And I'd appreciate it if you didn't tell the rest."
"Buffy and Willow would object."
Xander frowned as he tacked on, "And they want to perform a spell on me, try to turn me back into 'one of the girls'. They need to learn the art of tact for one and how not to talk about things within hearing of someone who eavesdrops on every damn conversation."
"One of the girls?" sneered Faith angrily. "My man ain't no girl! They try to do somethin' to yah, X, and I'll rip 'em a new one."
Giles coughed politely and Xander smiled down at her, murmuring, "Much as I'd love to see that, I think we should cut down on the violence. We're both in deep enough shit with them as things are."
She smiled at that and said, "See, that's somethin' I love about yah, X. No matter how much like shit they treat yah, you still wanna do right by 'em."
He smiled tightly at her at that, saying, "We might be having a spat but I still love them both."
Giles blinked a moment at the young man in front of him who had far too big of a heart combined with an assassin's skills and shook his head. "I shall see what I can do about that," he stated. "And I will meet you both in the morning to see you off. Are you planning on driving?"
"I bought a car not too long ago," replied Xander. "So yeah. And actually we'll meet you, G-man, at your place. At…six AM."
"Damn, X, yah seriously mean to get me up that early?"
"Now who said we were going to sleep tonight?" purred the young man.
"One night of sex and I turn you into a mad thing. Damn, I'm good!"
Giles gave a little chuckle at their banter then said, "I will see you both in the morning then. Now I should go and deal with things as the authorities arrive – I will try to deal with the Council as well, Xander."
"Good," he heard the young man say from behind him as they moved off into the night together, "because if they come after me and mine, they're going to end up dead. I can promise you that."
"I believe you," murmured Giles as he turned his head to watch the young couple walk away.
"So, we really gonna leave ole Sunny D?" questioned Faith as Xander carefully set aside the last of his gear and sat down to pull off his boots.
"I don't see a real reason to stay," he replied. Smiling, he looked up at her and said, "I've got everything I could ever want right here."
"That so?"
"Yeah, that's so."
She smiled and stalked her way over to where he sat on the edge of the bed, loving the way his eyes lit up. Damn, she still had it. And it was all for her man now, who made her feel safe and wanted.
As she moved forward, she reached up to pull her tight tank top over her head and unbuttoned her jeans before she reached him. He sat there stunned for a moment, staring at her, then he rose and tossed the boot in his hand aside towards the other one. His hands, rough from the training he'd put himself through, rested first on her waist and she shivered as he traced them up her sides and around her back.
She rested her hands against his chest, feeling the lean athlete's muscles underneath the soft darkness of his shirt. Then she gave a growl and started to tug it upwards, looking hungrily up at him.
"Everything you want?" she questioned softly.
He leaned down across the inches that divided them in height and kissed her, tongue probing deliciously into her mouth. Shit, he had learned a damn lot in just a short time!
"Everything," he replied in a rough voice. Then his fingers caught at the snap of her bra and he tossed it imperiously aside as he grinned down at her ample chest. "Hello, beauties. Miss me?"
Faith laughed at that and shoved him back onto the bed, grinning as he stared up at her from his suddenly lower position. There was the man she loved, the goof who could make her laugh but could be just as deadly as she could. The man who actually loved her and cared for her as a person, not as a Slayer or some piece of ass.
Damn, she was lucky.
Climbing onto the bed, she reached down and tugged off his shirt, running her hands across the lean muscles again. Then she leaned down and kissed him, feeling his hands slide up across her thighs to caress her ass. They moved up and tugged at her pants then and she heard him growl, "Fucking leather pants."
"Don't diss the pants," she purred as she leaned back and began to wiggle out of them. She loved the way his eyes widened at the sight of her. "Cause yah diss 'em and then I can't do this."
"No dissing the pants," he droned, eyes not tearing away from her as he drank in the sight. "Gotcha."
Faith smiled then tossed the pants aside before she flung herself down at him, feeling his arms fold around her. Then he rolled them over so he was on top and she stared up at him as he leaned above her on one elbow, his hips pressing against hers. She wiggled underneath him then and watched with glee as the movement drove him crazy, his eyes darkening with the emotions it sparked.
After that he tossed his pants away to join the rest of their clothes on the floor and her panties too. Then they lost themselves in each other for hours of bed-breaking sex until Faith woke.
She shifted against the lean body next to her that was lying on his stomach, face pressed into his pillow. Smiling, she ran her fingers across his face, wondering how she'd gotten so lucky. Her, brought up by a whore and always told she was nothing, had managed to get out of that hell in Boston and become something better. Now she had this guy, this wonderful guy that loved her. And was damn good in bed too.
The muscled arm wrapped around her waist tightened and she leaned her face against his damp shoulder as he sleepily pulled her closer.
Yeah, she was damn lucky.