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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.
The shower wasn't just cold. It was frigid, and Xander directed the spray right where he needed it the most. Outwardly, it helped; nobody's penis could stand up to that kind of freezing deluge, he figured. Inside, deep in his belly, it didn't help at all. The want was still there. The chocolate made him crave Spike with a relentless energy. Having Spike made him crave the chocolate. Xander didn't delude himself into thinking it would be just anyone he wanted. Neither Willow nor Buffy had made him desperate and shaky and hot, and he'd been in love with both of them at one time or another. Leaning his head back and arching his lower body into the stinging spray again, he thought, "Why me? And why Spike?"
"Pet? You trying to drown yourself or something?" Speak of the devil. Which was not Xander's first thought. That would have been aahhhh! Because Spike scared the shit out of him, calling out from just beyond the shower curtain. He jumped, and lost his footing on the slick tile, and with a panicked cry Xander started to go down.
Strong hands shot through the opening in the curtain and caught him before his head clunked into the wall of the shower, and Xander sort of dangled there, feet scrabbling for purchase. Then Spike gave a mighty heave, and everything went all blurry as Xander flew out of the bathtub and landed so that he was standing sandwiched between Spike and the bathroom sink.
"You okay?"
Not quite able to catch his breath, Xander fought the adrenaline rush and tried to answer. "No. You scared a year off my life. Okay, maybe that means next to nothing to you, but I only have so many. Years, that is. What the Hell?"
"You were in there near a half hour. Thought maybe there was something wrong."
"There is!" With a gesture at the part of his anatomy that was shaking off the effects of the cold water with amazing speed, Xander yelled, "It's you. And this. I told you, it hurts."
"And I told you we can't. Don't fancy getting staked for getting you off."
"You didn't worry about that before."
"Slayer didn't know before."
"That's bullshit." They stared at each other, Xander resentful, Spike wary. "Why won't you? You want to."
"Yeah. Ever stop to wonder why?"
Something about the look on Spike's face made Xander pause. "You think it's the spell?"
"No. And that's the problem, isn't it?"
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