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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.
"Just lucky, I guess. You know, pet, aside from the incipient breakdown you look like you're feeling better. Safe to leave you by yourself now?"
"Oh, please," Xander replied, only slightly muffled by the table pressed against his face. "Please, please do."
"Sure you wouldn't rather have another go?"
Xander lifted his head and fixed Spike with the evilest eye he could manage. "Out!"
Looking so happy with himself that Xander wanted to throttle him, if vamps could be throttled, Spike made for the door. "Well, be going then. Oh, and don't forget to look up the witch, luv. She was awfully worried about you."
Then he was gone. Thank goodness. Because if he'd stayed one more minute Xander probably would've decided to have another go. Why he suddenly thought Spike was sex on legs was beyond him, like he'd said before it had to be some kind of whammy. But he was starting to get the idea that it wasn't Spike's doing. Yeah, the jerk was really, really smug about the whole touchy feely thing, but...
But, well, Spike had a tendency to brag. If one of his plans was working, anyway. By now he would have been laughing his ass off and running off to tell the others all about it instead of lying to Willow about Xander being at his place and making sure Xander got safely home. Could be wrong, but Xander didn't think so. If this was really one of Spike's nefarious plans, when Willow had showed up he would have invited her in and showed her Xander's naked self sleeping in Spike's bed and said, "See that mark right there? I did that. The bruises on his hips too."
Okay, and it was about then that Xander realized he was fingering the livid purple bruise on his neck and breathing a little more heavily. "Gah!" No, no. No. Xander got up and threw away a bunch of chocolate wrappers that had missed the trash can, then looked at the clock.
Not quite nine pm. Willow was probably frantic. Check status of stomach. Tolerable. Time to go find Willow and apologize and see if she'd found anything.
Willow was at home. Which meant Xander had to brave not only her, but Buffy and Dawn too. The look on Willow's face was pure relief, which made his guilt at least five times worse. But Dawn and Buffy were cluelessly cheerful, so he knew Willow had kept her promise and not told them. Small favors, indeed.
After a half hour of small talk that he would later have no memory of, Xander and Willow escaped. And the first thing Willow did was yell at him, except that she couldn't really yell, so she just got really frowny and intense.
"Where have you been? I was so worried about you. I even went by Spike's and you weren't there, but he looked like he knew something he wasn't telling me and Xander you have a hickey!"
"Spike lied."
"What?"
Well, now that he'd blurted that out he had to continue, didn't he? Xander sighed. "I was at his place when you came by. We, um, we did that thing again. That bad touching thing. And I sort of passed out on him. He thought I was in a coma or something. So he lied."
Distantly, Xander thought he was very glad that Willow wasn't angry at him. Because she was angry. Her eyes got really cold, and she got red spots in her cheeks he could swear she was creating enough static to make her hair crackle.
"Ooh! I'm going to hurt him for this. He's done something to you Xander. That's the only explanation. And I always believe him, and what an idiot I am. I'm going now. I'll beat it out of him with a tombstone."
"Whoa, Wills." Xander caught her by the arm as she charged past him. "I don't think it was Spike. Or, I mean, the hickey was Spike, and he did lie to you and he has done that with me twice, but I don't think he's the actual cause of it, if that makes any more sense to you than it does me?"
"It doesn't. How can you say that? I'm going to hurt him."
"Will, if it was him, when you came to ask about me what would he have done?"
Her face fell immediately. "Laughed about it and rubbed our noses in it?"
"I'm thinking. So what it seems like to me is that Spike is just along for the ride. Someone else has it in for me, and Spike is just taking advantage of the situation. As long as it poses no risk for him. Which it doesn't. Because I'm defending him, and can you believe I just did that?"
"It does seem un-Xanderlike."
"Yeah. So tell me what you found out."
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