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Cross ficlet Xander/Spike 500 words
Title: The devil you know
Fandom: Btvs
Pairing: Xander/Spike
Word count: 500
A/N: Part four of my series, previous parts can be found here
“ You be nice now pet, wouldn’t want to punish you for being rude to my princess.”
Spike warned him, sounding very serious, not at all the same tone he had used before in their rather one sided conversations.
Xander willed his heart to stop beating like it wanted to break out of his chest, why couldn’t he ever learn to just shut up?
He stiffened and nearly stopped breathing when he felt Spikes hand press hard on his back and the small sting of fingernails biting into his skin. Xander managed to control the impulse to get away and remained still, sitting on the edge of the bed. His posture would have doubtless earned him praise in school. But he wasn’t in school and he probably never would be again, the urge to giggle was becoming pressing and he swallowed hard trying to keep it down.
“Actually I would, bet you taste absolutely delicious. “Spike broke the pressing silence caused by his words in a chipper voice, there was no other way Xander could describe it to himself.
He could feel the tension in the room dissipate and relaxed a bit. He hadn’t even known it was there but he could definitely feel the difference. Spikes words didn’t even register until a couple of seconds had passed and when they did he refused to read anything in to them. Xander would not give him the satisfaction of a big reaction ever again. Well, at least not this time.
More light flooded the room as the door was pushed open even more. Xander turned his attention to this new development .He could see long fingers curl along the edge of the door and his pulse started to pick up pace again. In the silence the sound of soft humming was nearly deafening and it was coming from the owner of the creepy hand. He was reminded of a number of horror films he’d seen and edged closer to the body sitting beside him on the bed.
The hand was slowly dragged away from the door and he could hear the humming getting closer. Xander tried to see who or what it was, but the light from the hall or whatever was beyond the room was really bright and he could only make out a shadow. He squinted but it didn’t make any difference.
The door made a creaking sound and started to close behind the figure, Xander knew he’d started to breathe harsh and loud but he couldn’t bring himself to care.
The door closed with a sharp crack, making the room seem pitch black. He could hear his own heartbeat; it was practically in his throat.
A hand on his chest alerted him to the fact that he was practically sitting in Spikes lap; he didn’t care, instead he leaned back until he could feel Spike all along his back and relaxed slightly, the devil you know and all that.
“Drusilla”, Spike sounded very pleased.
End
Title: The devil you know
Fandom: Btvs
Pairing: Xander/Spike
Word count: 500
A/N: Part four of my series, previous parts can be found here
“ You be nice now pet, wouldn’t want to punish you for being rude to my princess.”
Spike warned him, sounding very serious, not at all the same tone he had used before in their rather one sided conversations.
Xander willed his heart to stop beating like it wanted to break out of his chest, why couldn’t he ever learn to just shut up?
He stiffened and nearly stopped breathing when he felt Spikes hand press hard on his back and the small sting of fingernails biting into his skin. Xander managed to control the impulse to get away and remained still, sitting on the edge of the bed. His posture would have doubtless earned him praise in school. But he wasn’t in school and he probably never would be again, the urge to giggle was becoming pressing and he swallowed hard trying to keep it down.
“Actually I would, bet you taste absolutely delicious. “Spike broke the pressing silence caused by his words in a chipper voice, there was no other way Xander could describe it to himself.
He could feel the tension in the room dissipate and relaxed a bit. He hadn’t even known it was there but he could definitely feel the difference. Spikes words didn’t even register until a couple of seconds had passed and when they did he refused to read anything in to them. Xander would not give him the satisfaction of a big reaction ever again. Well, at least not this time.
More light flooded the room as the door was pushed open even more. Xander turned his attention to this new development .He could see long fingers curl along the edge of the door and his pulse started to pick up pace again. In the silence the sound of soft humming was nearly deafening and it was coming from the owner of the creepy hand. He was reminded of a number of horror films he’d seen and edged closer to the body sitting beside him on the bed.
The hand was slowly dragged away from the door and he could hear the humming getting closer. Xander tried to see who or what it was, but the light from the hall or whatever was beyond the room was really bright and he could only make out a shadow. He squinted but it didn’t make any difference.
The door made a creaking sound and started to close behind the figure, Xander knew he’d started to breathe harsh and loud but he couldn’t bring himself to care.
The door closed with a sharp crack, making the room seem pitch black. He could hear his own heartbeat; it was practically in his throat.
A hand on his chest alerted him to the fact that he was practically sitting in Spikes lap; he didn’t care, instead he leaned back until he could feel Spike all along his back and relaxed slightly, the devil you know and all that.
“Drusilla”, Spike sounded very pleased.
End