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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.
Popcorn in hand, Xander settled on the other end of the couch from Spike. He would have taken the chair, so they wouldn't have to sit together at all, but the angle wasn't good for the TV there. They popped Naughty Nurses in first, but only made it through about the first fifteen minutes before Xander was beset by a serious case of the giggles.
"This is awful."
"Pretty sad, I have to say," Spike agreed. "Try the next one?"
"Yeah."
The next tape was a little better, because it had less formulated plot and more jiggling flesh. Spike certainly seemed, er, happy with it. Xander couldn't concentrate on it, really. Restless, he munched popcorn and picked at a loose thread on the couch cover. Bounced his leg. Realized that he had a huge cobweb in the corner above the TV. Shifted in his seat. All of which finally annoyed Spike enough that he spoke up.
"What's with you, anyway? This one's much better."
"Sorry." Making a monumental effort to sit still and concentrate on the movie helped not at all. Xander had the urge to burst out laughing. Or maybe make fun of the dialog, such as it was. He would if Spike wasn't there, but he restrained himself. He thought he was doing really well, too, with the restraint until Spike grabbed the remote and paused the movie.
"Look if this one isn't holding your interest we can always put in the one I got."
Blinking, Xander shook his head. Then nodded. "Whatever you want, Spike."
Tilting his head to one side, Spike studied Xander curiously. "You feeling okay? Because I'm starting to worry about you."
"I'm fine. Oh look. Popcorn is empty. You watch the movie. I'll go get more food. And a beer. You want a beer? I can do that. Maybe some nachos. Or something."
"Pet, you're babbling."
"Am not." Xander stopped to consider. "Not nachos. Hmmm. Go ahead. I'll be back."
Back to the kitchen Xander went, and a minute or so later he heard the movie start up again. Opening and closing cabinet doors, he looked for something else to eat. It wasn't Spike. Really. He wasn't sure what was making him so bouncy and distracted, but it wasn't Spike. Okay, watching porn with Spike was an odd, not to be repeated experience, but usually Xander could concentrate on the Bustalicious Babes and ignore anything else. Maybe he just wasn't really in the mood for movies. He wasn't really in the mood for salty snacks either, so he got two beers out of the fridge and, almost as an afterthought, got into the freezer and pulled out a chocolate bar to thaw. Not like he was going to sleep anyway, he might as well have more candy. He'd have to sneak it between movies, though, because no way was he going to share Chocolate Hurricanes with Spike.
Back to the living room with the beers, and he handed one to Spike before settling himself back on the couch. I will watch this movie, he thought, because I paid for it with my hard earned cash. When he looked at the screen, though, he froze. *That* was not a busty beauty. Neither of the thems, thats, whatever, were busty at all. In fact, neither of them were women. "Spike?"
"Yeah?"
Clearing the squeak out of his throat, Xander tried again. "This doesn't look like the same type of movie that was on when I left."
"S'not. It's the one I got."
"Oh." Oh, that was just. Oh, jeez. "Spike? Those are both guys."
"Very good. You must have been awake for secondary school anatomy class."
"Why are they both guys? We were watching girls."
"Yeah, well, you said you didn't care, so I switched it."
"In more ways than one."
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