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who wanted: Spander
Xander couldn't say what he had honestly thought of Spike when they had met. It was so long ago, Xander now considered it a vague figment of his imagination. He had a slight impression that they hadn't been friends, lovers, or had even liked each other. Xander found the concept strange and off putting, but after spending over one hundred years with the guy, Xander could see small things that might have annoyed him.
Back when he was human, that is.
"Do you have to get blood everywhere when you feed?" Spike asked from across the apartment. Xander didn't look away from his television, wondering if they could steal cable from the neighbors without alerting the masses that they weren't actually paying rent. "You'd think after so many years you'd be able to feed cleanly."
"But Spike," Xander whined, "it's fun watching the splatter everywhere."
"Yeah, well, I'm the one with laundry duty!" Spike growled, peeking around the corner at him. Xander sent him a cheeky grin. "Bloody bastard, should have never turned you. Don't know what was I thinking--"
"Sex for eternity, probably," Xander offered.
There was the sound of the slam of a door and Spikr stormed through the living room. Xander watched, amused. Before Spike disapeared into the kitchen, he through over his shoulder, "Yeah, right!"
"You know you love me," Xander called. There was a moment of silence. Xander stared at the television, watching as Homer Simpson lamented ont he beauty of donuts. The sound of footsteps could be heard behind Xander. He didn't even twitch.
Suddenly Xander's hand was held in a strong grip, head jerked back and lips plundered by Spike's. Xander moaned into the kiss, biting down on Spike's lower lip until it broke and blood exploded on Xander's tongue. Then, Spike pulled back, grinning.
"Yeah, okay," Spike shrugged, "maybe I love you."
"Told you," Xander smirked.
who wanted: Spander
Xander couldn't say what he had honestly thought of Spike when they had met. It was so long ago, Xander now considered it a vague figment of his imagination. He had a slight impression that they hadn't been friends, lovers, or had even liked each other. Xander found the concept strange and off putting, but after spending over one hundred years with the guy, Xander could see small things that might have annoyed him.
Back when he was human, that is.
"Do you have to get blood everywhere when you feed?" Spike asked from across the apartment. Xander didn't look away from his television, wondering if they could steal cable from the neighbors without alerting the masses that they weren't actually paying rent. "You'd think after so many years you'd be able to feed cleanly."
"But Spike," Xander whined, "it's fun watching the splatter everywhere."
"Yeah, well, I'm the one with laundry duty!" Spike growled, peeking around the corner at him. Xander sent him a cheeky grin. "Bloody bastard, should have never turned you. Don't know what was I thinking--"
"Sex for eternity, probably," Xander offered.
There was the sound of the slam of a door and Spikr stormed through the living room. Xander watched, amused. Before Spike disapeared into the kitchen, he through over his shoulder, "Yeah, right!"
"You know you love me," Xander called. There was a moment of silence. Xander stared at the television, watching as Homer Simpson lamented ont he beauty of donuts. The sound of footsteps could be heard behind Xander. He didn't even twitch.
Suddenly Xander's hand was held in a strong grip, head jerked back and lips plundered by Spike's. Xander moaned into the kiss, biting down on Spike's lower lip until it broke and blood exploded on Xander's tongue. Then, Spike pulled back, grinning.
"Yeah, okay," Spike shrugged, "maybe I love you."
"Told you," Xander smirked.