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No, they aren’t mine. I wish they were, but they aren’t. They belong to their creators. No money is being made. I just take them out, put them in pretty dresses, and make them fight each other. No harm, no foul. Feed the writer. Review.
Happy Birthday, RuPaul and Rock Hudson.
Spike woke slowly, each passing second reminding him why it wasn't a good idea to get stinking drunk during emotionally dark moments. Oh, he didn't hurt, not like humans would after drinking two fifths of cheap whisky, but he couldn't remember what he'd done *after* drinking, either... although he had a niggling suspicion that it hadn't been good. The vampire grasped tightly to the vain hope that he'd drift back to sleep, but it wasn't to be. The firm, hot body wrapped around his told Spike's cock that *now* would be an excellent time to wake the hell up, and his mind was wont to agree.
"Feeling better?" Xander murmured. Spike probably didn't realize he was whimpering. It was so cute.
"Er..." Spike groaned. He didn't want to admit that he couldn't remember how he'd felt before. The last thing he could recall was finishing off yet another bottle of whisky and deciding to get laid... Xander was jostled around as Spike sat upright and tried to clamber off the bed.
"Where the hell do you think you're going?" Xander asked as he reached for Spike. "'Cause you are *not* leaving this apartment again. It's light out, and besides it was a real bitch getting your more-than-dead-drunk ass up the stairs."
Spike paused. "You carried me up the stairs?" He asked, frowning. Had he been *that* drunk?
"More like I dragged you, but yeah. You passed out in my car," Xander replied. Spike tried to get up again, but Xander wasn't having any of that. "And we need to talk."
Spike stilled. He didn't like that statement one bit. "Talk? About what?"
Xander pulled Spike back into the cocoon of covers that he'd abandoned. "Oh, I don't know... your unsavory penchant for macking on lampposts in front of Buffy, Giles, Willow and Tara?"
Spike blinked. "What?" He said, more than a little confused. What the hell was this about a lamppost?
"Oh, you don't remember?" Xander asked maliciously. "Wow, that must have been some booze. That lamppost is going to be so broke up. You don't even remember his name!" Seeing that Spike really didn't understand, Xander got serious. "Last night the gang found you wrapped around a lamppost, yelling about our argument from a couple of days ago. They thought you were pining over Dru."
Spike let his face sink into a pillow. He'd gotten drunk and made a fool of himself... and Xander. It didn't matter that no one but Xander knew what he'd been talking about; the boy must have been humiliated. "I'm sorry."
"Don't be," Xander replied. "At least, not for getting mad at me. Once again, I managed to use my horrible communication skills to run someone off. Now, as for getting stinking drunk and becoming the laughingstock of the Scooby Gang..."
The blonde tried to crawl away, to make it under the bed where he could berate himself in private. Once again, Xander stopped him. Actually, Spike let Xander stop him; the boy couldn't really keep Spike from doing what he wanted unless Spike let him. Xander tugged at Spike, pulling the unhappy vampire underneath his warm body. What Spike needed right now was a bit of reassurance, something Xander could give rather easily. Besides, Xander felt a rather intense need to apologize.
"Don't run away," Xander whispered, turning them so that he could see Spike's face. "Please don't run again."
Spike flinched. "You... wanted me to go," He murmured brokenly. "So I did."
"I never, *ever* wanted you to go," Xander denied vehemently. "I was mad, yeah, but go? Uh uh." Strong, scarred hands rubbed Spike's back soothingly. "You're not getting out of this that easily, Spike. One spell of mad does not the end of a relationship make."
Spike let Xander cradle him closer, even as he thought to himself that it should have been him apologizing. After all, he'd been the one to run away, to make a scene, and then not even have the decency to remember it. "I'm--"
Warm lips hushed the repentant vampire. "Shh," Xander hushed as they broke apart. The young man slid down and around Spike's body until he was facing the vampire's back. Those mischievous hands came around to flicker over pale nipples and tease Spike's straining erection. Xander traced Spike's spine with his tongue, making mental notes of where to revisit later.
Spike writhed and moaned, hands pulling ineffectually at Xander's arms. He wanted to see his sweet boy, to look him in the eyes when those too-crude apologies were made, when Spike begged for forgiveness and asked, boldly, to be allowed to remain. A glancing touch of teeth made Spike buck and quiver as Xander drew ever closer to the small of the blonde's back. Spike shuddered with anticipation, knowing just how sensitive he was there...
Xander grinned just before latching onto a patch of skin at the base of Spike's back. The first, gentle tug was met by a long, breathy wail as Spike's back arched impossibly tight. Xander wrapped one hand around Spike's cock, stroking slowly as his other hand pressed Spike closer to him. Spike in turn caught Xander's hips with his legs, holding them together with steely muscles. Xander massaged Spike's flesh with a hot, wet tongue, relishing the way the vampire quivered and moaned. He knew he was addicted to the blonde's voice, be it in the form of witty banter or mindless begging. The mindless begging was very gratifying, though. It made Xander feel powerful, skilled, as though he had redeeming qualities as a lover.
Spike's eyes rolled back in his head as Xander's hand moved faster and the sharp nip of teeth joined lips and tongue in torturing his back. He was close, so damned close, it was almost embarrassing. Spike's saving grace was that he knew that there was nothing he could do about his response to Xander's lovemaking. It was always like this, always intense and shattering and... loving. The rest of the universe ceased to exist for Spike; all his past lovers disappeared in a wash of lust and tenderness and fucking perfect emotion.
Xander caught Spike's come as the vampire climaxed, milking the blonde gently until the last tremor was finished. He placed one final kiss on Spike's back before nipping a pale cheek and sliding back up to the head of the bed. "Eleven," Xander whispered as he held his hand up for Spike to clean.
Spike frowned around the finger he was sucking on. "What happened to ten?" He asked, continuing to lave at his own come.
"I decided that you and the lamppost were ten, particularly after I hefted your heavy ass up the stairs," Xander replied.
Spike's face fell. "I'm--" Once again Xander quieted him with his mouth, this time for much longer. By the time Xander pulled away, a very dazed Spike couldn't even remember what he'd been about to say, much less why.
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