Title: Down with the Sickness 6/6
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Summary: After being hit with the magicks by a grieving Willow, Xander slowly begins dying.
Bunny Plot by Lady Q: Xander comes down with a really weird flu bug and the only thing that can make him better is Spike’s blood.
Warnings/Spoilers: Spike has his soul but not crazy, Buffy, Xander and Dawn both know he his back and the First doesn’t exist.
Beta’d by: Dragonfly_64
Full story can be found on my LJ
It had been a couple months since Xander had been bedridden and so close to death and now he was on cloud nine, life finally seemed to be going his way. He had job he loved, friends that cared about him and a certain beautiful vampire that honestly wanted to be with him. Not that he would ever tell Spike he thought he was beautiful; it wasn’t the manliest thing to be called so he kept that to himself.
He had spoken to Willow multiple times assuring her he held no grudges on what happened and that if he had to do it over again he wouldn’t change it. He would give his life for the lives of billions if it came down to it, not that he would ever say it out loud and cause an uproar with his friends not to mention an over protective vampire.
Finally he had been able to move back into his own apartment, which he was very grateful for, he loved his girls but trying to get a turn at the bathroom was more traumatic than facing any demon. When it was time to get back to his own place he casually asked Spike to come with him, not wanting to seem too eager in case Spike declined the idea. Xander had to stop himself from doing the Snoopy dance when Spike accepted the offer and went to the basement to pack his things.
“Hi honey, I’m home!” Xander called as he walked into his apartment, having no doubt that Spike would be awake.
“Hello, luv,” Spike purred as he walked out from the kitchen licking his lips clean of any trace of blood. “You’re home early.”
Xander set down his tool belt before making his way to the vampire, “It’s Friday; I called it an early day. I had better things to do than hanging out with a bunch of old sweaty men.”
“I’m old,” Spike reminded Xander snaking an arm around Xander’s waist soaking in the heat, “Older than all off them.”
“Yeah, but none of them look like you.” Xander replied leaning in for a kiss. “Plus you’re not all sweaty.”
Spike licked his lips after the kiss, Xander tasted like chocolate, “Not yet.”
“You plan on getting sweaty?” Xander asked quirking an eyebrow.
“Hell yes,” Spike answered running a hand over Xander’s ass, “You want to get sweaty with me?”
The brunette licked his own lips, “I’m already sweaty.”
Spike pouted prettily before suggesting, “How about a shower, I’ll even wash your back and then we can make you sweaty again?”
“You, Spike,” Xander started before leading Spike to the bathroom, “Have the best ideas.”
“Course I do,” Spike buffed his chest.
Oh yeah, life was good and if it took him nearly dying to get to where he was. Xander could only send a silent thank you to Willow for everything that he was able to gain from the experience.