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Cicirossi
Joss Whedon is God and owns all. It's still his world, although we like to sneak in the side door and cover Xander with chocolate sauce and whipped cream when no one's looking.
Swimming up from a deep, dreamless sleep, Xander blinked and looked at the rough stone wall in front of him in complete confusion.
"Well, sleeping beauty awakes," Spike said in his snarkiest voice and Xander turned to look at him instead of the wall. And almost threw up. Not because it was Spike. But because moving made his stomach heave. It must have showed; Spike's expression turned from mocking to alarmed. "Oh, now. Don't go heaving your guts up on my bed."
"I don't feel good," Xander croaked.
"Really? I never would have guessed. By the way, any reason you can think of that Red would show up here looking for you?"
The abruptness of the question made his head spin worse, and Xander tried really hard to figure out what Spike meant. "Willow?"
"Yeah, pet. The witch stopped by a few hours back. Said you'd wandered off, and if I saw you to tell you to go by and talk to her."
Moving very carefully, Xander sat up. His stomach clenched, and he felt cold sweat break out all over him. "So, what? You lied to her?"
"Hell, yes. You've been out almost twelve hours. Thought maybe I'd killed you, except you were still breathing. Didn't want her thinking I did something to you."
Dropping his aching head into his hands, Xander took a minute to wonder how that little man hat gotten into his mouth and put that furry coat on his tongue. "You did." The best he could manage was vaguely accusing, when what he really wanted was to yell and yell.
"Well, yeah, but not the way you mean." Back to smug, now, the asshole.
"I think I'm going to be sick."
"No, you're not. Not here, anyway. Come on, get up and get your things on. Sun's down. I'll make sure you get home."
Xander peered at Spike through his fingers, suspicious. "Why are you being nice to me?"
"You're a nice piece of ass," Spike answered with an exaggerated leer.
"Oh, God."
It was a near thing, but Xander didn't actually toss his cookies until he got back to his apartment. When he came out of the bathroom, Spike was still there, wandering around looking at things curiously. Ignoring him studiously, Xander headed straight for the kitchen and his remaining Chocolate Hurricanes. They sounded so good, and he knew they would make him feel better.
Eating one straight from the freezer, Xander popped a second into the microwave. Oh yeah, physical happiness and mental bliss. That only left him one bar, though, and that was really, really disappointing. By the time he was halfway through the second bar, he felt much better, and Spike was in the kitchen with him.
"So," Spike started. "Red?"
"Mrph?" Xander said around a mouthful of cocoa goodness, and Spike rolled his eyes.
"Why was she at my place, looking for you?"
Melted residue on his lips, and Xander licked it off, trying to ignore the way Spike's eyes followed the movement. "Because I told her?"
"Told her what?"
"About the thing. Us, parts touching, stuff."
Spike narrowed his eyes, and his voice got very quiet, suddenly. "Oh? And what did you tell her? That I molested you? That I put something in your kibble?"
"No! I mean, I didn't tell her I thought you whammied me, which I do. I just told her there had to be something wrong, because I would never have done that with you, of all people if there wasn't. And she thought so too, so if I disappeared, your place was kinda logical."
Even more quiet now. And that stare actually had physical weight. "This mean I have to worry about another bout with the Slayer?"
"No! I mean, I told Willow not to tell Buffy. I just wanted Willow to help me figure out why..." Without Xander meaning it to, it came out plaintive, his confusion plain. Spike actually smiled at him.
"What's to question, pet? Felt good. You liked it. We were both a little tense, now we're not. It was a bit of fun, that's all."
A bit of fun. Yeah, just a bit. And now that Xander's body had nothing else to concentrate on it seemed intent on reminding him how good it had been. Because he was horny again. Spike's smile widened and shit, he knew! Confused, miserable, Xander sat at the kitchen table and let his head clunk down in front of him. "Why do these things always have to happen to me?"
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