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Fic: Calescence 3/??

TITLE : Calescence
AUTHOR: bohofemm
FANDOM: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
PAIRING: Spike/Xander.
GENRE : Slash
TABLE: B
PROMPT: 069. Yours.
RATING: PG-13
WORD COUNT: 1464 words.
SUMMARY: Xander tries to cope with Spike and his unique situation.
WARNINGS: None. Pre-slash.
NOTES: X-Posted to lover100. Set Post Chosen and NFA.
STORY NOTES: This is a new series. Previous stories can be found Here.
DISCLAIMER: You recognize them? I don’t own them.



“Spike, what is it now?” Xander asked, holding the bowl of food. He groaned, noticing Spike somehow managed to end up on the floor again.

“Okay, I know how bad this looks for me but I didn't try to get up this time. I merely rolled over and ended up down here.” He held his hand up, silently asking Xander to help him.

Xander set the bowl on the bedside table. He wasn't going to bother Amara again. There had to be a way to do this on his own. He could manage this. “Let me think.” He stared at Spike. “Can you drape yourself over the side of the bed?”

“Harris, I can barely sit up.” Spike groaned. “No.”

Xander winced, knowing he couldn't leave Spike on the floor. There had to be an easy way to get him up. He maneuvered Spike so his upper body was draped on the bed before managing to push Spike's legs onto the bed. “There has got to be a way to keep you in bed.” He stared at the bed. “Maybe if you're more in the middle-” He lightly shoved Spike to the center of the bed. “There you go.”

“Don't know what I'd do without you, Harris,” Spike said. “You're my special friend.”

“Spike, are you losing it?” Xander asked, sitting on the bed.”I've never heard you use the words 'Special Friends' before.”

“Starting to realize this isn't a dream. You actually went out of the way to make sure I stayed alive,” Spike said incredulously.

“I wasn't going to let you dust in my bed. Vamp dust is impossible to get out of the sheets and it sinks into the mattress.” Xander stretched out on the bed.

“How would you know?”

“Accidentally brought one home from the bar. He tried to-”

“He?”

“Yes, he. Xander Harris is gay. Next question?”

“Since when?” Spike lifted his head.

“Eight, nine years back. I tried dating Andrew.”

“How long did that last?” Spike smirked devilishly.

“Actually, longer than anyone thought. We were together a year and a half.” Xander sighed. “We started fighting all the time and then, he fell for a German guy, Dietrich. They had a baby girl about a year ago, Greta. Dawn was their surrogate.” He glanced over. “Now that you've got me completely on a tangent, can I finish my story?”

“Go ahead.”

“He tried to bite me. Luckily, life in Sunnydale taught me to prepare for everything and expect anything. I keep a cross and a stake next to my bed. Managed to pull out the cross and stake him. I had to buy a new mattress. It wasn't the same.” He yawned. “I'm going to sleep. Shake me if you need something. Other than that, don't wake me up. Please don't try to get up.”

Xander drifted to sleep. He managed to rest peacefully until he was jolted awake by Spike screaming.

“Is he alright?” Amara asked, staring in from the doorway. “He just started screaming.”

“Nightmare,” Xander mumbled sleepily. “He's having a nightmare.” As the screaming grew louder and more frightened, Xander did the only thing he could think of. He gently eased the sleeping man into his arms. He noticed the tighter he held him, the softer Spike's shouts got until they finally dropped. “He came out of Hell.” It was the only explanation he could offer Amara.

“Wow. I don't know why that surprises me. Six months ago, vampires weren't real.” She shook her head and proceeded to her bedroom.

Xander managed to go back to sleep, Spike still resting in his arms. He was afraid to let him go. He didn't want the screaming to start again.

The next thing he knew was Dawn hovering over him. He jumped but not before realizing he was still holding Spike.

“Sorry to interrupt your cuddly moment but Giles is on the phone.” She held her phone out.

Xander gently pulled away from Spike, afraid to wake him. Then, he stood up and moved into the hallway, shutting the door behind him. “Hello?”

“Xander, how is he?”

“Sleeping right now. He's needy and irritable when awake.”

“Well, that's perfectly understandable. Did he mention LA yet?”

“Said it was Hell.”

“Hm. Fascinating. But everything else is alright?”

“Yes. Unless you count his screaming nightmares.”

“I see.”

“Yeah. He's frustrated by his own limitations. He can't stand. He can't sit up. I'm assuming he'll be fine in a few days.”

“I assume you're correct.”

Xander jumped, hearing Spike start to scream again. “Giles, I'm sorry but he's screaming again. I need to -”

“Go. I'll call you back.”

“Spike.” Xander lightly shook him. “Come on. Wake up.” He shook him a little harder.

“Bloody Hell,” Spike hissed. “Why are you shaking me?”

“Trying to get you to stop screaming,” Xander said. “I think you're having nightmares.”

Spike groaned. “Don't recall what the dreams were about.” He glanced around. “Where's the Bit? I haven't seen her yet.”

“Let me find her.” Xander left the room, but turned to glance at Spike over his shoulder. “Stay there.”

“I fall out of bed twice. Now he's never going to let me forget it,” Spike growled.

Xander found Dawn in the kitchen, talking to Amara. “He wants to see you.”

“He asked for me?” Dawn seemed surprised.

“I'm not, nor have I EVER, been 'The Bit'. Don't seem so surprised.” Xander poured himself a cup of bitter black coffee. “But don't forget. We need groceries.”

“I will. We don't need anymore chocolate frosting spaghetti dinners.” Dawn rolled her eyes. “I'm going to go talk to Spike.”

Xander grimaced, as he sipped the coffee. He had slept a few hours but was still exhausted.

“Sorry. I still haven't managed coffee making,” Amara apologized. “But Dawn says I'm getting better.”

“It is.” Xander choked down another sip. “Don't worry.” He laughed. “It took Dawn five years to master the art of coffee making.”

“Can I ask a question?” Amara asked between sips of ice water.

“You can. I can't guarantee I'll answer but I'll give it my best shot.” Xander poured the coffee down the drain.

“What's going on between you and him?” Amara nodded in the general direction of Xander's bedroom. “I feel like there's more to the two of you that meets the eye.”

“We just go back about fourteen years. You wouldn't believe the things we've gone through-good and bad,” Xander said, staring off. “When I met him, I was offered to him as a meal.”

“A meal? Why?”

“It's a long story.” Xander opened the refrigerator door, hoping something would have appeared between this morning and now.

“Don't worry. Amara and I are going to the market. Spike wants more blood so I guess I'll be stopping at the butcher. He also wanted cigarettes. Do I get them?” Dawn asked, putting her faded denim jacket on.

“Yes, get them but don't tell him. He's not getting them until he's on his feet. With our luck, he'll burn the house down. Plus if we let him smoke in my bed, the smell will never come out of my mattress. I really like this mattress and it was cheap, and as far as I know, no one's ever been dusted on it,” Xander rambled, as he stuck a mug of blood in the microwave.

“Okay,” Dawn said, leaving.

Xander pulled the mug out of the microwave, cursing when he burned his hand. Walking into his bedroom, he was surprised to find Spike focused in silent thought.

“Here you go.” He held the mug out for Spike to grab. “What are you think about?”

“Nothing.” Spike shook his head as he accepted the mug from him. “Just thinking.” He eased himself into game face.

“I don't think I've ever been this close to you vamped before,” Xander remarked. “Well, I know I've been near you vamped but you know what I mean.”

“Only do this near people I trust or if I'm about to eat 'em,” Spike said between sips. “Vampires are most vulnerable when they're feeding.”

Xander didn't know what to say. After all they'd been through, Spike trusted him?

“Yeah, I trust you. If you had it out for me, you'd have done it when I was unconscious.” Spike handed the mug back to Xander. “You didn't have to do this. You gave up your bed.” He yawned sleepily.

“I wanted to.” Xander stretched out on the bed after placing the mug on the carpet. “Tired?”

Spike nodded.

Xander wrapped his arms around him. He was determined to let the man rest easy. He was surprised when Spike didn't push him away but moved closer before drifting to sleep.

Xander soon followed him into peaceful slumber.

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