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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.
Speechless, Xander shook his head to try to clear it. A quick look told him that Spike was just as dazed. The face was back to human, but bright blood smeared Spike's lips and trickled down his chin. That's my blood, Xander thought. In Spike. It made everything in him surge, and Spike knew it, he could tell by the way Spike's eyes widened. Like a pair of magnets they drew towards each other, Xander reaching out to wipe at the beads of blood at one corner of Spike's lips.
Which was when Buffy knocked his hand away, breaking the spell again. "Okay, am I the only one disturbed by the fact that Spike can bite again? And maybe it's just me, but the sweaty male hormone thing is kind of making me oogy." With a sheepish sort of grin, Buffy offered a hand to Xander and he took it, letting her haul him to his feet.
And right on cue, there was snarly Spike again. Growling vampire was a sound that raised the hair on the back of Xander's neck, no matter how many times he heard it. This was worse, or maybe better, because he had a feeling that Spike was doing the "possessive vampire" growl. Mine, hands off. Time to put himself between his vamp and his bud. "Spike, that's enough. She's got a point." A louder rumble here. "No, not that way. I just mean if we do that now, and you know, and that too, we'll be right back where we started."
"And what's wrong with that, I ask you?"
"Lots," Buffy said. "Lots and lots."
Brave Willow stepped forward into the direct line of Spike's evil-dead stare. "The problem Buffy has with it is personal, so, um, I can see why you'd ignore that. But, Spike, you've fed off Xander twice in one day. And Xander hasn't had anything to eat but chocolate in almost three days. If you keep going he's going to collapse."
"Not to mention the fact that there's only two candy bars left," Tara added quietly.
And whoo, Willow's words turned out to be prophetic, because Xander was lightheaded in the extreme. The room did a sickening whirl and tilt and his knees went, just like Spike's had a few minutes ago, and the floor got close again, quickly. Buffy was closer, but Spike got there first, planting an elbow in Buffy's midsection and catching Xander before the ow-splat. They did a dancing bear shuffle to the couch where Spike helped Xander stretch out. Then he turned to Tara and held out his hand.
"Chocolate bar."
Tara handed Spike the Tornado bar she'd gotten for him before all the blood-sucking started, and he unwrapped it and broke off small pieces, feeding them to Xander. Who was pathetically grateful, because it made him feel normal again. Mostly. Sort of? After three days of this Xander knew something the girls didn't, though. The more chocolate he consumed, the more he wanted Spike, and the harder it was to resist. That was his third piece of candy since they woke up, and sudden plasma deprivation notwithstanding, it probably wouldn't be long before he was humping Spike's leg like a horny puppy. So they needed to settle some things, and fast.
They were all looking at him. Unnerving, that. Buffy looked concerned, and a little pissed off, like she usually did when one of them was in trouble and she couldn't immediately slay. Willow chewed her lip, and her eyes were all big and doe-ish and she was really worried about him. Tara just looked tired, and kinda sad. And Spike, well his look could etch steel, which caused a sort of sproing and Xander raised one leg to hide it.
"So, we can talk about the whys and wherefores of the biting later. What did you guys find out? Any leads on where this stuff is coming from and whether our extreme sports housewife and flying squirrel boy were getting chocolate in the mail too?"
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