CravingsBy Mightbeme
The song Dweller in the Darkness belongs to Van Morrison
Thoughts in * *
Part Five
Wesley flipped though the pages of the book he was looking at, nothing in it related at all to the mated pair Angel had spoken of. Slamming the tome shut he frowned then rubbed the leather bound cover in apology.
*Getting mad at the book isn’t going to help now is it*
Sighing he pulled another book from the stack in front of him, his mind drifting to the basement and what Spike was probably doing to Xander at this very minute.
Wesley wasn’t entirely sure why the thought of Xander (who he always thought of as annoying) and Spike (who he definitely thought of as a right bastard) doing things of a sexual nature together bothered him so much. It wasn’t that he was against gay sex that would be a bit hypocritical since many the times he’d enjoyed the delights of another mans body. It had been a while but he remembered and since he’d met Angel he had constantly fantasised about the souled vampire. Shaking his head he perused the volume, flicking the pages as he searched for anything that could help Xander.
He did want to help Xander he realized, Angel was right they owed him that much.
Time passed and he found nothing more, frustrated Wesley carefully closed the final book trying not to damage anything. He rose and stretched taking his glasses off and tiredly rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand. It was quiet in the office and he realized that it was nearly midnight, he jumped as he heard the main doors open. Quickly exiting the office he saw Angel had returned bringing the host with him.
“Lorne thank you for coming”
The green faced demon smiled at Wesley while gracefully moving further into the room.
“Oh its no problem sweet cheeks, the club doesn’t even warm up till one. Plenty of time for me to see your problem childe and head back there.”
Angel gestured for them to follow him and lead the way downstairs. The small apartment was quiet, Angel went to the bedroom door and opened it taking in the sprawl of naked bodies on his bed. Swallowing against the erotic sight he cleared his throat. When that had no effect he leaned over the bed and shook Spike’s shoulder. Bright blue eyes the colour of the sky on a sunny day stared up into his own. Angel gasped as Spike’s hand slipped behind his neck, pulling him down slowly, slowly enough for him to evade if he wished, but he didn’t. He let his childe bring his lips to his own. Softly, briefly almost tenderly they kissed and then he was gone pushing past him to retrieve his jeans. Angel was flustered for a moment and then he just smiled, Spike was always full of surprises, some things never changed. His childe pulled his jeans on and tilted his head toward the main room, nodding Angel followed him out the door, leaving the dark haired mortal asleep on the tousled bed. Softly closing the door behind them he watched as Spike assessed the demon he’d brought to help.
“Well aren’t you a prize, Angel sweetheart you didn’t tell me he was so gorgeous. And my those cheek bones are to die for.”
Spike’s eyebrows nearly met his hairline for a second, then he just turned and gave Angel a telling look.
“So your gonna help me and my mate then are you”
“Hopefully, I read auras and see futures so lets have a look see shall we”
The host seated himself on the couch and gestured theatrically to Spike.
“Sing for me sweetie”
“Oh for…….Angel I thought you were bringing help”
Angel grinned at Spike, which in itself was unnerving for the blonde vampire.
“If it helps I had to do it too, its how Lorne reads your aura. So just do it, at least you can sing.”
Spike shook his head at the thought of his sire singing and turned to the demon on the couch.
“So what shall I sing”?
“Anything will do hon, just let it all out”
Spike shrugged his shoulders and thought for a second then with a half smile launched into song.
“I’m a dweller on the threshold
And I’m waiting at the door
And I’m standing in the darkness
I don’t want to wait no more”
Wesley’s jaw dropped and the host beamed as Spike’s beautiful voice filled the room. Angel laughed behind his hand at the stunned expression on Wesley’s face then he settled in to enjoy the song.
“I have seen without perceiving
I have been another man
Let me pierce the realm of glamour
So I know just what I am”
“I’m a dweller on the threshold
And I’m waiting at the door
And I’m standing in the darkness
I don’t want to wait no more.”
Spike turned towards the bedroom as he felt his boy open the door. Xander looked pale and tired but his eyes were bright as he watched his lover sing. Spike turned and crossed the floor between them, taking Xander into his arms as he sang.
“Feel the angel of the present
In the mighty crystal fire
Lift me up and soothe my darkness
Let me travel even higher”
“I’m a dweller on the threshold
As I cross the burning ground
Let me go down to the water
Watch the great illusion drown”
Xander sighed and snuggled into Spikes embrace, singing along softly with him. The host smiled as he heard the boys voice join in, they really made a lovely picture.
“I’m gonna turn and face the music
The music of the spirit
Lift me up and soothe my darkness
Where the midnight disappears”
“I will walk out of the darkness
And I’ll walk into the light
And I’ll sing the song of ages
And the dawn will end the night”
They finished and Spike kissed Xander worriedly as he felt the younger man trembling in his arms. He picked him up and carried him to the couch, the host moved over as Spike sat Xander down next to him.
“Well I don’t need a map to see what’s going on here. Your futures are together, I see you together for a long time. I don’t see you getting old either sweetie, but not as a vampire, so whatever needs to be done its not turning you.”
Wesley looked perplexed,
“I didn’t find anything on that mated pair Angel”
“Did you see anything different about them in their futures Lorne”
“Now that you mention it, tattoos”
“Pardon”
“They both had tattoos on their hands and wrists, I saw their hands entwined and they had matching tattoos”
Angel rubbed his hands together excitedly, Xander clutched at Spike hoping this was it.
“Could you describe it to me”
Angel grabbed a pencil and drawing pad from the cupboard and started to sketch what Lorne described. Wesley looked over Angel’s shoulder at the drawing.
“That looks familiar, its celtic I think”
“I have absolutely no idea cutie”
“I’ll go look for references to it”
Wesley took the sketch and bounded up the stairs, disappearing from sight. Spike hugged Xander to him as the human started to tremble uncontrollably. Angel saw the anguish in his childe’s eyes as his lover panted and shook in his arms. Lorne wrung his hands until Xander’s fit had passed, the exhausted youth relaxed into Spike shuddering for breath.
“I hate to point this out, but though I see you two are destined to be together, it doesn’t automatically mean that it will come to pass. If you know what I mean.”
Angel grabbed Lorne by the shoulders and gently escorted him to the stairs.
“Lorne thank you for all your help, but I think it’s best if you go now”
Lorne put his hand up and gave Angel a little push whispering to the tall man
“You know I saw you with the same tattoo you know”
“What, was I with Spike and Xander”
“Oh no sweetness, not with them. I just saw the same tattoo on your chest over your heart”
Lorne left him standing at the door with a thoughtful look on his face. Angel wondered what he meant, why would he have the same tattoo, what did it mean.
Shaking off the brood that was rapidly descending on him, Angel wandered back to the lounge. Spike was worriedly holding his lover, he looked desperately at his sire.
Wanting help, needing his support, Angel sat next to him and leaned over to look at the sleeping man he held.
“He’s going fast William”
Spike looked like he was going to deny it but his face crumbled as the truth came crashing in. Without some help his Xander was going to die, soon.
“Sire is there anything you can do”
“I think we should have the mating ritual”
Spike frowned, he wasn’t sure if his lover had the strength to complete the ceremony.
“Do you think that would help”?
Angel held Spikes eyes, his full of concern, Spikes showing the depths of his desperation.
“Yes I do, the sharing of blood between us may buy him some more time”
Spike leapt at the faint hope his face full of emotion.
“Right when do we start”?
Angel regarded him with an aching heart, that such small hope was gripped like a lifeline by the younger vampire. Smoothing his hand over Xander’s pale cheek he briefly kissed Spike’s lips, trying hard to convey his sorrow and leaned back. Spike dropped his face and fisted his hand in Xander’s shirt. Tears tracked down his cheek as his sire put his arms around him and held him, giving what comfort he could. Soft words echoed in Spikes ears, faintest of all hopes glimmered there.
“As soon as he wakes dear childe”