Author: WarpedMindedYaoi & NightmareAhead
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Summary: Xander and Spike's lives spin out of control. How do they fix it?
Disclaimer: I don’t own
Note: This is a role-play between WarpedMindedYaoi and NightmareAhead. In this one, Warped plays Spike and Nightmare plays Xander (its usually the opposite). This was also Nightmare’s first rp EVER.
Spike smirked as he fought some of the stupid fledges that thought they were tough shit.
"Pfft! You guys are bloody fightin' a master here!" He growled as his face changed and he hissed at the fledge, who jerked back. Spike grinned as he slammed the stake into the vampire.
He shook his leather coat of dust and looked around, realizing the other vampires were gone.
A large grin appeared on his face as he haughtily walked away. Going to Xander’s. ‘Hope Harris will enjoy the company at... 1am’ He chuckled to himself as he stepped up to Xander's house and knocked loudly on the door.
"Hey, Harris!" he yelled.
Xander had been lying in bed just staring at the ceiling, trying to sleep, since 11pm. He was just starting to nod off when the banging on his door began.
With a long-suffering sigh, he got off the bed and made his way to the door.
He looked out the peephole in the door to see who could be bothering him at 1am. 'Cant be too careful in old Sunnyhell,' he thought to himself.
The shock of blonde bleached curls informed him that it was either Spike or Billy Idol. Unfortunately, upon opening the door he discovered it was Spike.
"Damn, I was kinda hoping for Billy Idol," he released a little too late that he had said that part out loud.
Spike scoffed, "I'm better than that idiot. He just stole my looks!" He stride into Xander's house and looked around the kitchen, "Hey... Harris? Do you happen to have any O neg blood here?"
He peeked into the fridge and let out a 'ha!' He pulled back with a bag of blood, and smiled as he walked over to the cabinet and pulled out a blue mug with a polar bear on it. He poured the blood into it and then put it in the microwave.
"So... Harris, what have you been up to? Anya still talking about how you are a Viking in the sack?"
'Why do I keep getting blood for this stupid vampire? I'm basically asking for him to come over.' Ignoring his thoughts Xander leaned against the counter.
"Actually we broke up a couple of weeks ago. I just didn’t tell anyone yet."
Spike looked up from opening the microwave, and he was actually speechless, "Uh... wow."
He gave a grimace as he pulled out the mug and took a sip, "You were better off without the bint anyways."
He nodded, then looked at the blood, "Hey... do you happen to have any wheatabix? I am dying to crumple them up in my blood."
He vamped out and took a small drink of the blood as he looked at Xander.
Xander's heart quickened as he heard Spike's words. 'I'm better off without her? He really thinks that? Huh.' He could feel the blush begin on his face. Embarrassed, he quickly looked down.
Upon Spikes question, Xander looked up... into yellow eyes. He was lost in those eyes for a moment before he shook his head, trying to gain control of his brain again.
"Uh yea. I think I have some left from when you stayed here. Look in that cabinet." He said as he pointed to a cabinet behind Spike.
Spike did just that, he turned around and opened the cabinet and grinned as he pulled the box down and crumbled pieces into his blood, then found a spoon and stirred it, taking a bite.
"Ta mate." He acknowledged Xander with a nod of the head, as he walked by and sat down on the couch in the living room.
"I know it’s late an’ all, but I think Passions is on..." He looked back at Xander, "Hope you don't mind, Harris." He chuckled as he turned on the TV.
'Do I really care about what he thinks? Yeah... I actually do. And when he looked into my vampire eyes, I felt something.' He changed the channel to Passions and sat back, watching the TV with rapt attention.
"Yea, no problem Fangless." He meant it to come out a lot more sarcastic then it did.
'What happened back there? Whatever, it was probably nothing. He's just lucky I don’t have to get up early and go to work tomorrow.’
Realizing that he wasn’t going to be able to sleep anytime soon, and not really wanting to watch Passions, he grabbed a Spider-Man comic from a shelf.
As he walked past the vamp on the way to the lounge chair next to the couch, his calf brushed Spikes leg and he couldn’t stop the blush from earlier from reappearing.
"Sorry." he said, as he quickly sat in the chair and buried his face in the comic, trying to hide his blush and to get his mind off the vampire sprawled on his couch.
A grin appeared on Spike's face, "Oh well... Xander could you grab me another mug of blood? Mug‘s all empty, but I’m still hungry..." He trailed off, waiting to see Xander's reaction.
'You sneaky git! I can tell you are blushing about something. And I wanna know what! Nobody can hide something from the big bad!' He spread his legs on the couch and he shed off his coat and threw in onto the other chair, and he casually placed his hand in the apex of his thigh and groin, and he gave a smoldering look toward Xander's direction.
'Oh my God! He just called me Xander. I didnt even think he knew my first name!' Not really understanding why this was such a big deal, he replayed what Spike had asked him. Looking up from the comic and seeing Spike... with his duster off... lounging on his couch... and his hand... his hand... there. He swallowed the sudden lump in his throat.
"Get it yourself Deadboy Jr. I'm reading instead of sleeping right now because of you. And look" he pointed at the tv, "Its a commercial. You have time to do it yourself." He looked back down at Spider-Man saving a little girl from a fire, trying to get lost in it once again.
Spike pouted, but stood up, 'I don't pout, and that wasn't a pout, it was a... a.... a frown, yeah a frown.' He growled a little as he walked to the kitchen and got another pack of blood, dumping into the mug and practically throwing it in the microwave in annoyance.
"Harris! Why don't you clean this dump up once and a while? It makes my crypt look like the Ritz," he snarked as he walked back to the living room and plopped down on the couch. "What crawled up your ass and died, Harris?" He glowered at the brunette in his line of site, 'Bloody hell, he is good looking.' He shook his head a little as he took a sip, 'must be the bloody chip, making me see things that aren't really good looking.'
"Its kinda hard to find time to clean when you have to work, patrol, and stupid tasks. And nothing crawled up my ass and died, thank you very much! You just woke me up in the middle of the night! I know that you don’t like it when we go to your crypt in the middle of the day and wake you up!" Suddenly very frustrated with everything, Xander got up and stormed into his bedroom, slamming the door behind him.
Once again laying on the bed, looking up at the ceiling, he tried to figure out what was so wrong with his life. 'Work is hard; I have to put in so many hours just to get by. Right after work I have to go to the Magic Box and research, then go after the latest Nasty in town. My friends are too busy with college and their own lives to even realize I'm in the same room with them. Anya was finally gone, that's a plus. Spike keeps showing up for blood or to just torture me and for some reason I keep supplying the reason for him to come. And now, the fucking icing on the cake that is my life, I'm starting to feel things for Spike. I dont really know what, but its there.' Realizing now, how rude he was to Spike he sighed. 'That was a bit over the top.'
Spike's face would have made Xander laugh so hard. His eyes were wide in shock and one hand was up to protect himself incase Harris decided to attack him.
"Well... that went good," he told himself sarcastically as he walked to the kitchen and set the mug in the sink and filled it with water to make it easier to clean. He sighed as he walked to Xander's bedroom door and gently knocked, "Hey, Harris, 'M sorry I said that. I can understand how it is hard lately. Ever since getting this chip, I can't fend for myself, except when fighting demons and junk, and you all treat me like trash. A couple times Buffy actually came over to the crypt and held a stake at my chest while she told me that I wasn't worth the money they spend on me, and yeah... I suppose I am a bit of a git, and a prick, but that is who I am..." he trailed off trying to calm himself since he got so worked up he didn't realize he vamped out.
He heard Spike at his door and was about to get up to apologize when he heard him start to talk. So he stayed on the bed, not wanting to ruin this moment. He didn’t want to treat Spike like trash; he just did it because it was expected of him. It never occurred to him that it could be bothering Spike. Normally, hearing what Buffy had done, he would have laughed, but for some reason, now all it did was make him angry at Buffy. Hearing Spike admit that he was a 'prick', he got up off the bed and went to the door. Once Spike finished, he slowly opened the door, finding a vamped out Spike.
Spike looked up at Xander, "Sorry pet. Just. If you were so tired of me coming into your place, why didn't you get Red or Glinda to do a spell to keep me out of here?" His eyes were bright yellow as he spoke around his fangs. Then, he sighed and changed back to his human visage, "Besides trying to kill you all at one point... what did I do to make you all hate me so much?" He pondered as he looked Xander up and down, 'He is still the cute, dorky Xander we all know and love, but he is put in a package of hot body... always was good looking.'
'Wow. Tonight must be my lucky night, he called me Xander and pet.'
"Honestly, Spike, I don’t hate you. I just hated what you are. When I first met Buffy, my best friend was turned and I was told that it wasn’t him anymore. That he was just a monster now. I ended up being the one to stake him. Then you come along and prove that a vampire doesn’t need his soul to be good. So every time I saw you, I thought about what could have happened with Jesse. I could have made him good. I know I could have." This was the first time he has ever told anyone about what happened with Jesse, so he wasn’t too surprised to feel the tears running down his face. He started to chuckle at the realization that he told Spike, that he was crying in front of SPIKE. He started to prepare himself for the ridicule.
Spike tsked as he stepped forward and actually grabbed Xander and held him close, "Always good to cry at some point, pet. Most all vampires are bad, pet, unless they get a soul, like Peaches, but then they would be tortured by what they had done. I mean... yeah I don't have a soul, but... this bloody fuckin’ chip is ruining my life. I admit it. And I'm sorry to hear about your best mate, that's a buggered way to see a friend pass on. But, in my opinion, I don't know if you would ever be able to get the friend you knew before back. Sorry to say, mate." He patted Xander's back gently.
Xander was shocked when Spike pulled him close. He was rigged until Spike started to talk to him in his soothing accent. He felt himself start to melt into Spikes arms, listening to his voice, feeling his cool, hard body up against his, his strong muscular arms wrapped around him so gently. Slowly he brought his own arms up and put them around Spike, resting in the small of him back. His face pushed hard into Spikes neck and shoulder, inhaling the scent that was only Spike. He could feel himself breaking inside, but somehow it felt good. Spike was right, it is good to cry once in a while.
"Spike," he said brokenly, there was so much he wanted to say to him but all he seemed to say was "Spike" over and over again.
Spike could almost feel Xander's feelings when he was so close to him, touching him, and hugging him so tightly. His pale hands gently ran through the brunette's hair, and down his back, in a calming motion.
"Let it out," he whispered into Xander's ear. He still held onto Xander as he led him to the bed and sat down, pulling Xander down also, and he hugged him again, pulling the boy onto his lap. "Spike's here for ya."
He knew he was going to regret cuddling with Spike later, but he needed this. Needed to let all these feeling out. Needed someone there for him. Needed someone to hold him. Fuck it, he just needed Spike.
'I... need Spike?' He started to turn the thought over in his head, trying to figure out exactly what it meant, but he just couldn’t figure it out. He just needed him. That was that. He tightened his grip on Spike, thankful that the vampire didn't have to breathe. He was scared that if his grip loosened in any way that Spike would disappear, or he'd wake up to find it was only a dream, or even worse, to have Spike realize what he was doing and get up and leave.
Spike looked down at Xander and just watched him. He needed someone right in his life, someone who will put up with his sarcastic remarks, and all the vamping. Xander here needed someone who understood him and didn't judge him. Spike wanted to help him and do all he could to save the boy from himself. ‘Your worst enemy is yourself, I always say,’ Spike leaned down and kissed the top of Xander's head.
"I hate seeing you sad, pet. Makes me feel like I’m not doing my job of making you laugh at all the stupid stuff I do," he teased.
Xander felt the kiss on his head and finally stopped crying. Through that simple little gesture Xander could tell that Spike cared about him. Suddenly he realized that he wanted those lips on his.
He couldn’t help but laugh at Spikes comment. He always did manage to make him laugh. And the thought that Spike considered it a job made him laugh even harder.
He finally pulled back from Spike enough to look him in the eyes. He knew he had a goofy smile on his face, but he couldn’t help it and he didn’t care. He was happier right now then he had been in so long he couldn’t even remember.
When he opened his mouth to thank Spike, what came out instead was a jaw-cracking yawn. He was starting to feel all those restless nights alone catch up to him.
Spike smiled, and looked at the bed, "Well pet, I guess that means that our time must end. And all good little boys should head to bed."
He sighed as he lifted Xander just a little and set him in the middle of the bed, and covered him up.
"I will be at the crypt if you want to come over and get me when you wake up, or any of the like." He gave Harris a grin and leaned forward, placing a small gentle peck on Xander's lips, on Alexander Lavelle Harris's lips. Spike didn't care, he was happy to do it, and maybe someday, when Xander isn’t dog tired, he might kiss him again.
‘Don't know if I have the courage to do that again’
He tucked him in and stood up, "Hopefully I will see you tomorrow Harris, you’re the only one besides, Glinda and Nibblet that I actually like." He gave a mysterious smile and left Xander's room, and closed the door gently before leaving his house and head on down to his crypt.
'Spike kissed me. Spike kissed me. Spike kissed me. And he said that he wants to see me tomorrow and that he likes me. And he kissed me. Spike kissed me.' These were Xander's only thoughts as he slowly drifted off to sleep with a smile on his face.
<WarpedMindedYaoi> billy idol. LMAO. I laughed really hard at that]
<NightmareAhead> well he looks like Billy so i was like "ok Billy it is"]
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