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"There we go," Spike said. Still stroking, touching here and there. Never hurting. Just reassuring that it was okay, that it was safe. That He would never hurt Xander. "Safe an' sound, pet. Safe an' sound."
They stayed like that until Xander was dozing. The apartment was cool and dim and smelled vaguely familiar. It was easy to relax, to trust that He would take care of everything. Especially the knock on the door.
"Hey, easy now," Spike crooned as Xander tensed. "Lemme go see who it is, okay? Probably some bible-salesmen. Relax." Cool lips brushed over his temple, soft and fleeting. Xander held onto the feeling as He straightened His clothes and left the bedroom.
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Spike didn't bother being quiet as he went from bedroom to the front door. Lack of noise would probably frighten the boy more, now that he was awake enough to listen for it. Doing a last minute check to make sure his erection was mostly covered--damned hard in skin-tight jeans and a t-shirt that didn't really work untucked--Spike opened the door.
"Red. Tara."