Pairings: S/X, A/W
Rating: NC17 (Mild description)
Disclaimer: I own none, all belong to Joss Whedon
Comments: Always welcomed!
Summary: Xander is date raped and Spike is there to help him
Warnings/Spoilers: Season 5 No Glory, No Dawn
Plot Bunny by: Lady Q: write a story where Xander is date raped
Beta’d by: Dragonfly_64
Buffy used the key she had gotten from Xander to get into the apartment. She looked around and noticed a chunk of blonde hair stick out on the arm of the couch. When she realised he was sleeping she grabbed a hold of the back of the couch and tipped it sending Spike to the floor.
Spike jumped up from the floor in game face snarling when he saw Buffy, “Bloody hell woman! Can’t a vampire get a decent sleep around here?”
“What’s wrong with Xander?” Buffy demanded to know.
“He told you?” Spike clearly surprised.
“So you know?” Buffy’s eyes narrowed.
Spike pulled out a cigarette, “Course I know, knew from the start.”
“So what he isn’t good enough for you?” Buffy asked. “You’d be damn lucky to have someone like Xander!”
“What the hell are you talking about?” Spike raised both eyebrows. So apparently Xander didn’t tell her.
“I’m talking about Xander totally crushing on you for some disturbing reason. You can’t even give him a chance?”
Spike fell onto the couch. Xander had a crush on him? It suddenly hit him about Xander’s out burst the night before about it being his fault. Xander had assumed he had no chance with the vampire.
Buffy couldn’t help but notice Spike completely thrown from the revelation. “I thought you said you knew.”
“I did… I just didn’t know you knew is all.” Spike composed himself. “So you came all the way down here why?”
“I think you should give him a chance,” Buffy explained. “He tried moving on from his feelings and it obviously didn’t work. I’m not saying you have to fall in love with him but would a date kill you?”
“I guess not…” Spike’s mind still reeling. All this time he had been afraid to go after what belonged to him when Xander was apparently willing to be with him. He was an idiot. He couldn’t do anything about it right now though could he? Xander didn’t need him plastered all over him. But at the same time maybe Xander needed to know that he was wanted. “I’ll talk to him about it alright?”
Buffy nodded, “Just don’t hurt him. He’s been down the last few days. He thinks he’s hiding it but he’s not.”
“Don’t plan on hurting him, I don’t mind him much.” Spike told her straight out, “Wouldn’t mind being with someone who isn’t barmy.”
“Good,” Buffy said with a smile. She was Buffy the match maker! “I’m gonna be late for class.”
Spike watched her rush out the door. He looked around the living room and noted that it could use a tidy up. Starting with the mugs with crusted blood he left the night before he set off to work.
When Xander returned home from work, he was exhausted. He probably should have taken Spike’s advice and called in sick. Maybe he’ll do that tomorrow. His leg had been killing him.
“Spike you here?” Xander asked as he dropped his tool belt of the floor.
“I just spent the better half of my afternoon cleaning this place up, put that sodding thing away,” Spike ordered and came out from the kitchen.
Xander bent down and picked up his belt and placed it in the hall closet. When he walked into the living room he instantly saw the difference from that morning. “You cleaned?”
Spike shrugged, “Nothing better to do. How are you doing?”
“Sore, I think I’m going to take your advice and play hooky tomorrow.” Xander answered and gently sat on the couch.
“Good, didn’t just mean your leg though. This was your first day back to work,” Spike explained, wanting to make sure Xander was alright.
“I didn’t have any breakdowns if that’s what you mean. I apparently save those for you,” Xander said obviously embarrassed about the previous night.
Spike saw his opening, “About that. Buffy came by this afternoon, felt we needed to have a chat.”
“Buffy stopped by?” Xander scooted over to let Spike sit. “What did she want to talk about?”
“You and me, it seems she has this crazy notion that you’re interested in me.” Spike jumped right in.
“S-she told you that?” Xander asked shrinking into himself. “Look I know you don’t feel that way about me. I got that message last night. Loud and clear I think there was even a bulletin board.”
“I don’t believe I didn’t say I wasn’t interested.” Spike raised an eyebrow at Xander.
Xander looked up at Spike, “But last night you… I don’t know what you almost did.”
“I almost kissed you,” Spike filled him in. “I stopped myself because you don’t need anyone crowding you like that right now.”
“Your conversation with Angel last night, when you were talking about me belonging to you. You didn’t mean as a pet did you?” Xander asked hope filling his voice.
“No in the beginning I did of course, big bad and all. You were pretty and I wanted you. But after the damn Initiative crippled me and I got to know you things changed.” Spike decided to be honest, Xander deserved that much. “Don’t plan on rushing you into anything. I just want you to know it’s an option when you feel like you’re ready for it.”
Xander merely nodded thinking about what Spike said. When he was ready he’d definitely take Spike up on the offer, “You hungry?”
“Already ate, but I ordered a pizza for you,” Spike told him. “Why don’t you get washed up it’ll be here shortly.”
“Thanks I could use some cheesy goodness,” Xander smiled at him before standing. “I’ll be back in a few.”
Spike watched as Xander made his way into the bathroom. As soon as the door was closed he went over to the phone and dialled Willy’s number. Sure he told Willy he’d give him forty-eight hours but he was a demon would it be that big of shock that he lied.
“Willy, yeah it’s Spike… did you find anything… I don’t care if I gave you forty-eight hours I want something now.” Spike growled into the phone, “A witch? Where? … Are you bleeding kidding me? ... Fine,” He hung up snarling in frustration. Spike looked at the closed bathroom door. How the hell was he supposed to tell Xander he had to go to Nepal?