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Fic: Then I Did. Prt 1/1

Title : Then I Did
AUTHOR: bohofemm
FANDOM: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
PAIRING: Spike/Xander
GENRE : Slash
TABLE: B
PROMPT: 033. Love.
RATING: PG-13
WORD COUNT: 658
SUMMARY: Sometimes feelings sneak up on you before you even realize what’s going on…
WARNINGS: Sexual Innuendo.
NOTES: X-Posted to lover100. For mysticsoblivion Who wanted Happy-Making. Schmoop.
DISCLAIMER: You recognize them? I don’t own them.


Xander first knew Spike loved him the morning he woke up, still wrapped up in his loving embrace.

From what they had told him on the demon circuit, Spike was the love ‘em, leave ‘em type. He was a notorious heartbreaking fool, never staying the full night.

“Well, good morning.” Xander smirked, lightly tracing Spike’s jaw line with his fingertips. “Wasn’t expecting to see you here.”

“Okay.” Spike muttered, trying to remain cool and apathetic. “Don’t be so shocked.” He drew the navy sheets around his nude torso.

“I just heard…” His voice trailed off. “Who knew the Big Evil was a pillow hog?” His eyes twinkled.

“Oh hush.” Spike lightly swatted towards him, and then, stopped. “Oh right, chip.” He continued to speak. “This…just means you have great taste in pillows.” Xander glared at him, a look of disbelief written plainly on his features.

“Anyone ever tell you you’re a bad liar?” he asked, struggling to hide his goofy grin.

After Spike snuck out through the sewers, Xander tried to hide his distaste of the quiet apartment. How could it have felt so full…of …of life only moments before?

“Harris, you’re delusional.” He grunted, stripping the bed of the oily soiled sheets. “One night of sex means…nothing.” He balled them up, and stuffed them into a basket. “He is unable to love.” He replaced the jigger in the olive oil bottle. “You’ve lost it.”

For some reason that Xander never quite understood, his Laundromat was one lot over from Spike’s cemetery. He hated being so close to him, but he also couldn’t go a night without his good sheets.

“Okay,” Xander muttered, adding detergent to his machine. “I will go nowhere near him.” He stared towards the door. “Ignoring the fact I purposely waited until ten-thirty at night to wash my sheets.” He walked out of the door. “Just helping Buffy on her slaying duties.” He gripped a loose pencil that he had discovered in his pocket.

“A pencil?” a familiar voice scoffed. “Nice weapon, Pet.” Xander jumped, jerking his head, only to see Spike behind him. “How could you not know it’s me? Who else calls you Pet?” Xander shrugged.

“No one but that does not mean you startle me in a freakin’ cemetery.” he muttered. “Startling me is bad, very bad , especially with the Pencil of Doom.” He brandished the Ticonderoga. Spike glowered. Xander threw it aside. “What’s up?”

“Wondering why you’re wandering through a cemetery, late at night.” He gazed towards the ground. “You smell like me.” He inhaled sharply, his nose buried in the crook of Xander’s neck.

“Okay…” Xander backed away. “Getting a little …weird…here, Spike.” He whimpered, Spike lightly nipping his shoulder. “That’s…wow…” He stumbled forward. Spike caught him.

“Losing yourself, Pet?” he murmured, holding Xander closer. He nodded, wondering why the vampire was so intoxicating. “Hmmm…” He lightly pressed his lips to Xander’s willing mouth. As he quickly pulled back, Xander found himself going weak at the knees. “Think I know what you’re going through.” He smirked devilishly. “Dr. Spike’s diagnosis.” He lightly kissed him again. “Love.” Xander blanked.

“Love?” he murmured, allowing Spike to set him on a crypt. “There is no way I’m in love.” He crossed his legs. “Dr. Spike is completely off.”

“Is he really now?” Spike muttered, lightly caressing Xander’s cheek. “I don’t think so.” He sighed.

“How far is your crypt?” Xander mumbled, making a decision. “I don’t want to do anything on top of…” He glanced at the crypt’s inscription. “Ethel Arnez.” Spike shook his head.

“Got nothing in the crypt. Way of lube and such. Especially with your petroleum based rash issue.” he explained. “Head back to your place?”

“Let’s go finish my sheets, and then, well, I have olive oil.” Xander murmured, wrapping his arms around Spike’s waist. He tilted his head and kissed him deeply. Spike lightly ran his tongue over Xander’s ear, pausing momentarily.

Love you.
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