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Summary: Spike tries to cook dinner… what do you think happens?
Beta’d by: Dragonfly_64
“Oh my god, Spike, what the hell happened?” Xander stood in the doorway of the kitchen, his eyes comically wide.
Spike stood in the middle of the kitchen holding a ladle that was dripping spaghetti sauce on to the already dirty floor. “Um… what do you mean, luv?”
“What I mean is why there are spaghetti noodles sticking to the ceiling and sauce covering the floor?” Xander asked as he surveyed the disaster.
“Oh that what,” Spike replied scratching his blonde hair leaving red streaks in it. “Nothing for you to worry about, Xan, just a little accident is all.” He turned back to the stove to turn it off. “You do you feel about pizza for supper?”
Xander’s eyes were glued to Spike’s ass, his eyes then looked over the floor again until he found the spot he was looking for. There was a smear in the red sauce of a very familiar butt print. Xander couldn’t help it he began to giggle.
“What?” Spike asked looking at his amused pet.
“Oh my God!” Xander snorted and his laughter filled the room. “Y-you fell in the sauce!”
Spike glowered and crossed his arms, “Last time I do something for you, ungrateful git.”
“Baby, I’m sorry.” Xander pulled himself together before carefully making his way through the mess. “I appreciate you trying to make dinner.” Once he was close enough he wrapped himself around Spike mostly to comfort him but also for some support to make sure he didn’t have the same fate as Spike.
“A hundred and twenty-five bloody years old and I can’t make spaghetti and meatballs,” Spike moaned. He had actually planned to make sure the place was cleaned up before Xander got home but time obviously got away from him.
Xander rubbed his nose against Spike’s it was something that he found weird at first but as time went on he began to find it comforting. “Spike, it is understandable that you’re not good at cooking, for the most part you don’t eat. You’re good at a lot of other things.”
“Yeah? Like what?” Spike asked curiously.
Xander rolled his eyes but smiled, “You just want me to boost your ego!” Spike pouted, “Alright, alright. Well first off, you are the scariest vampire I have ever met. You can rip a kolarka’s head clean off covering everyone ten feet away from you in its guts while you remain completely clean. Again PLEASE warn me the next time you do that, I thought I was going to pass out from the smell. You can annoy the crap out of Buffy without even really trying. And the most important one,” He leaned in kissing Spike before finishing. “You can make me scream and beg for hours.”
A grin stretched over Spike’s face, “I am pretty good at all that.” He then grabbed Xander throwing him over his shoulder making his way to their bedroom. “And right now I want to make you beg.”
“What about supper and the mess?” Xander asked laughing as he was carried through the living room.
“We’ll order pizza in a few hours when I’m done with you, and we’ll clean it up later.” Spike answered tossing Xander on to the bed before crawling up his body.
Xander giggled as Spike’s hands danced over his sides, “We? What do you mean ‘we’? I didn’t make the mess!”
“Xander? Shut up,” Spike instructed before diving in for a kiss. Oh yeah, he was going to make his boy scream so loud the neighbours would call the cops… again. But it was worth it.