Blindfolded

March 15, 2003

This story is unfinished and will stay that way.

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"Xander! Duck!"

The young man did as he was told, but not fast enough. He launched himself to the ground, but the demon's claw digged into his cheek just before the demon itself exploded.

"YES!" Willow exclaimed as the green and yellow demon goo started splashing around them. They had done it. The rikthgthor demon had been driving them insane for days now and finally, they had found a way to kill it. Willow smiled brightly at Tara. Both of them were hidden behind a crypt, magical supplies gathered around them. "We did it!"

Tara smiled back and hugged Willow tight before starting to gather the supplies and put them away in their bags. Buffy sighed exhaustedly and smiled back at the witches before she walked to Xander. "Hey, you ok?"

Xander nodded and sat down. "Yeah, I'm ok. Apart from being covered with demon parts." He looked down at himself. "Blah, this stuff stinks."

Willow and Tara appeared behind the slayer and looked down at their friend. "You sure you're not hurt?" Willow asked, concerned.

"Yeah, I'm sure." Xander stood, wavering a bit on his feet. "Just a bit out of it. Must be the smell." He wiggled his nose a bit. "Anyway, I'm not hurt, a good shower is in order though."

Tara frowned. "You're sure? Because it looks like there's something on your cheek."

Xander shook his head. "It's nothing." He replied as Buffy started gathering the weapons. "You'd better all head home. I'll be all right. Just make sure to get plenty of rest. That thing kept us awake for days. Time to sleep it off."

"Never heard a better idea, Pet." Spike lit up his cigarette and acted as if he hadn’t just been thrown right through a crypt wall just a few minutes before.

Xander glared at Spike but didn't say anything. He waved goodnight and started walking towards his apartment.

***

"Nothing," Xander groaned as he examined the wound in front of the mirror. "Looks more like a demon clawed into my cheek, which ironically, it did." The wound was raw and seemed to be infecting fast, if the white stuff coming out of it was any indication. It wasn't such a big wound, actually, but it looked nasty across Xander's cheek, right under his left eye.

"Great, I'll look like I can't even handle a knife. The guys at the site are gonna have a good reason to laugh at me now," he grumbled, as he gently cleaned the would with a soft cloth, "so good for my reputation." He hissed, the desinfectant starting to itch.

After cleaning the wound, he deftly applied the band-aid. Years of small injuries had made this an almost nightly ritual.

A sudden wave of shivers made him stagger on his feet and he had to grip the counter to keep from falling to the floor. "Fuck, what was that?" He looked in the mirror, dizziness not leaving him. He could feel a headache starting, right between his eyes and working its way across his skull. He gently rubbed his nose, closing his eyes.

For a few minutes, he didn't move, waiting for the dizziness to leave him. Finally, when he could feel himself stabilize enough, he reopened his eyes, just to be immediately blinded by the intensity of the light. He blinked a few times, trying to adjust. When his eyes finally adjusted and the pain was not quite so harsh, he faced another problem: his sight was blurred.

"Guess I'm really tired, uh?" He asked his blurry double in the mirror. Feeling that the headache was there to stay, he grabbed a couple of aspirins and gulped them down with a glass of water.

Shivering more and more, Xander made his way to his room, almost unable to keep his eyes opened. "Gotta learn not to push myself that much when I have work in the morning. I'll be a wreck tomorrow."

He quickly took off his clothes and climbed into bed, tucking himself under the covers. He was shivering madly but he didn't think too much about it: he probably had caught the flu or something. Xander closed his eyes and prayed that sleep would come quickly; he really didn't want to be awake all the rest of the night with a headache and shaking like a leaf.
***

"Spike?"

"Yeah, Pet."

Cold hand on his hurting temples.

"Spike? Wha...?"

"Feels good, yeah?" whispered hoarsely in his ear.

"Mmmm." Slight nod. Almost imperceptible.

Calm spreading through him. Peace.

"You don't understand yet..."

"Mmm? Understand what?"

"Shhh, don't tense up, Pet. Let Spike take care of you."

Opens his eyes. Darkness.

"Hey! Why am I blindfolded?"

"You don't need your eyes anymore."

Panic.

"Shhh, don't worry, Luv, I'll take good care of you."

Relaxing again under the soothing touches. Peace.

"Spike?"

"Shhh, let me take care of your hands now."

"My hands?" Frown.

"They'll be your only gift soon enough, Luv."

Smiles and lets it go. It feels good.

"Spike?" Tries again. "Why am I blindfolded?"

"You're not aware of the consequences yet, Luv. Don't worry, I'll take care of you."

Lets it go. Calm.

"Come on, Luv, give me your other hand."

Feels like heaven. Every single muscle relaxed.

"That's it, Pet, touch. Can you see with your hands, Luv?"

"Yeah." Breathy moan. Smooth skin under his fingers.

"Feels good, yeah?"

"Yeah."

Gentle touches on hard flesh.

"Spike! Wha...?"

"Shhh, let me take care of you." Whisper.

"But you're... Oh God!" Gasp.

Tight. Wet. Cool.

"Spike!"

"Want more, Luv?" Moan.

"Fuck!"

Encasing him. Filling him. One. Both.

"Relax, Pet, you're too tense." Growl.

Moan.

"See with your hands, Luv."

Thrust.

"Let Spike take care of you."

Gasp.

"You don't need your eyes anymore."

Thrust.

"... eyes anymore."

Moan.

"... eyes ..."

Gasp.

"... anymore."

Thrust.
***

Xander woke with a start, his eyes opened wide with shock. Or at least, he thought they were. He blinked a few times, but still couldn't see anything. Frantically, he looked around the room for the normal night lights. No light under the door; none surrounding the window; even his alarm clock was off. He raised his hands to his eyes - maybe he was blindfolded - but found nothing.

"... gotta let it go

and who knows I might feel better... "

The clock went off and Xander's heart started beating faster, panic spreading through the young man.

Xander gripped the comforter tightly and burrowed his head underneath it. "When I open my eyes again, the lights will be back." He muttered like a prayer before lifting his eyes from beneath the comforter them again.

Nothing.

Not a single ray of light.

"... It's 5:37am. Gooooood morning Sunnydale!... "

"Shut the fuck up! This is NOT a good morning!" Xander yelled before reaching to where he knew the clock was sitting. Fumbling around, he finally grabbed the offending object and yanked it. Hearing the wires and cords rip from the wall, he threw the clock across the room with a clatter. Xander knew he would need a new clock now, but didn't care.

The young man gathered the sheets around himself and a few minutes passed as he stared in the void, blinking continuously.

The harsh ring of the phone ripped Xander out of his meditating state.

"Fuck!" He cursed, as he tried to reach for the phone on his nightstand and knocked it to the floor. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." He kept muttering, fighting waves of panic. He tried to retrieve the phone from where he thought it might have fallen, only to find himself losing his balance and tumbling to the floor. "Dammit!" He untangled himself from the comforter and cursed again as his head bumped on the edge of his nightstand.

Frustration, as well as terror, had been steadily building inside of him. After scooting back into the wall, Xander curled on himself and wrapped his arms around his knees. Staring with unseeing eyes into the room before him, he felt his eyes beginning to pool. He raised his eyes and blinked, but failed to keep the twin streams from cascading down his cheeks.

Xander wiped the cool, salty water from his face, and sniffed. He sighed and closed his eyes. His body shook slightly, and he let out a choked sob.

He was blind.

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