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Title: *POP*
Chapter: 7/8 (only one left and this one's kind of short)
It had been a couple of weeks of he and Spike actually going out without it having to be set up and really, all Xander could think about was that is was good. They had fun, ate, drank, talked, fought and all good naturedly. It had all been so great and enjoyable and he couldn’t believe he wanted it to keep up, maybe even take it a little further.
Just the night before after a night of fun and laughter at Dave’s again they arrived back at his apartment. For some reason saying goodbye seemed more awkward then it had before.
Time passed and neither said anything until suddenly, as cheesy as it sounds, his eyes met Spike’s and then, so did lips, Xander almost couldn’t breathe.
Spike had been acting kind of nervous lately, but suddenly during the kissing he gained the confidence he was known for and pushed him against the wall. Spike’s hand curled around his neck while his own grabbed onto the surprisingly soft gelled hair. They abruptly broke apart by the sound of coughing from somewhere close by.
“Scuse me? Xander dear.”
“Oh, er, hi Mrs Swartz.”
“I don’t mind the view, but I doubt you want to be giving any more of your neighbours a show.”
“Um, yeah. You’re right. Sorry.”
“Oh no problem. He’s a very handsome young man.” she grinned. “Bye dear.”
“Bye.” Xander felt the blush on his face as he turned to open his door, Spike still plastered to his back.
“See ya luv.” Spike called as he pushed Xander through the doorway. They could hear Mrs Swartz laughing before the door was completely shut.
They didn’t do anything that night, but he never knew Spike liked to cuddle as much as he did. It was something nice to find out.
* * *
They were fighting the demon of the week, a be speckled morning dew. Well that’s how he heard it anyway, but he never was one for pronouncing demon names, Buffy was just the same which made it slightly less sad on his part.
Being the guy that takes up the rear, most times, when they were out facing off against a demon that wanted to take over the Hellmouth left him with a lot of time to think. On his mind right now was Spike, like he knew it would be. Last night had been, without anything sexual happening, a great night.
He couldn’t deny anymore that being with Spike was fun. He never thought that two people anymore different could be together, but he noticed that really there was a lot of similarities, something he hadn’t wanted to see, but were so clear now.
He’d had a brief worry that maybe Spike was only with him because he couldn’t have Buffy. He remembered the stalking and how he’d treated Spike during those times. He wondered how he could ever get over Buffy and actually like him. Buffy had been the one to help him figure it out.
She’d mentioned later that what she had done was use Spike and he had known that. It took them a while to get over that, though the using had only lasted a week or two before she had come back to her senses. Spike had told her he’d realised that if he didn’t get over her he’d probably turn into Angel. If that wasn’t enough to stop his attraction, he didn’t know what was.
So the demon was huge, as they all seemed to be. It had three arms, which was over the top he thought. As well as having an odd number of arms it also had it’s third arm right in the middle of it’s chest. Then again the demon might have counted that as his second arm. If it was weird, maybe its first.
So far Buffy and Spike looked to be keeping it on edge, while Tara and Willow dealt with the magical side of things, which wasn’t much as the hulking thing didn’t seem to be affected by it.
Suddenly, seeing the middle arm coming straight at Spike as his back was turned to face off against the bigger left arm, he rushed forward. He took the hit and was especially happy he had kept the chain on around his neck.
The protection it gave him was nothing to be scoffed at as the demons arm sent him flying into a mausoleum. He wasn’t sure how strong the demon was, but obviously the chain had helped as all he was left with was a bruise to his stomach and a little out of breath. It was the same he felt when he used to be punched by Larry back in high school, well before he came out. Yeah it hurt like a bitch, but he knew it could have been a lot worse considering. He wondered how the charm would handle if he were hurt just by a regular human. He wasn’t going to test it, as he didn’t believe it would help him.
He shook off the small amount of rubble that had toppled on him from bashing into the mausoleum and turned seeing the slight dent in the wall. He took the chain out from underneath his top, rubbing the pendent and smiled. He didn’t notice till Spike’s face was in his own that the demon had been slayed and Spike was concerned.
“Hey, no need to worry the charm did it’s work.”
Spike had a scowl on his face, but nodded anyway. His hand latched onto his arm and started to drag him away.
He saw the girls watching him from where the demon was lying fizzling away in the grass, smiles on their faces. He scowled back at them, making them giggle. He sighed and just dealt with being pulled along like a naughty boy.
Continued
Chapter: 7/8 (only one left and this one's kind of short)
It had been a couple of weeks of he and Spike actually going out without it having to be set up and really, all Xander could think about was that is was good. They had fun, ate, drank, talked, fought and all good naturedly. It had all been so great and enjoyable and he couldn’t believe he wanted it to keep up, maybe even take it a little further.
Just the night before after a night of fun and laughter at Dave’s again they arrived back at his apartment. For some reason saying goodbye seemed more awkward then it had before.
Time passed and neither said anything until suddenly, as cheesy as it sounds, his eyes met Spike’s and then, so did lips, Xander almost couldn’t breathe.
Spike had been acting kind of nervous lately, but suddenly during the kissing he gained the confidence he was known for and pushed him against the wall. Spike’s hand curled around his neck while his own grabbed onto the surprisingly soft gelled hair. They abruptly broke apart by the sound of coughing from somewhere close by.
“Scuse me? Xander dear.”
“Oh, er, hi Mrs Swartz.”
“I don’t mind the view, but I doubt you want to be giving any more of your neighbours a show.”
“Um, yeah. You’re right. Sorry.”
“Oh no problem. He’s a very handsome young man.” she grinned. “Bye dear.”
“Bye.” Xander felt the blush on his face as he turned to open his door, Spike still plastered to his back.
“See ya luv.” Spike called as he pushed Xander through the doorway. They could hear Mrs Swartz laughing before the door was completely shut.
They didn’t do anything that night, but he never knew Spike liked to cuddle as much as he did. It was something nice to find out.
* * *
They were fighting the demon of the week, a be speckled morning dew. Well that’s how he heard it anyway, but he never was one for pronouncing demon names, Buffy was just the same which made it slightly less sad on his part.
Being the guy that takes up the rear, most times, when they were out facing off against a demon that wanted to take over the Hellmouth left him with a lot of time to think. On his mind right now was Spike, like he knew it would be. Last night had been, without anything sexual happening, a great night.
He couldn’t deny anymore that being with Spike was fun. He never thought that two people anymore different could be together, but he noticed that really there was a lot of similarities, something he hadn’t wanted to see, but were so clear now.
He’d had a brief worry that maybe Spike was only with him because he couldn’t have Buffy. He remembered the stalking and how he’d treated Spike during those times. He wondered how he could ever get over Buffy and actually like him. Buffy had been the one to help him figure it out.
She’d mentioned later that what she had done was use Spike and he had known that. It took them a while to get over that, though the using had only lasted a week or two before she had come back to her senses. Spike had told her he’d realised that if he didn’t get over her he’d probably turn into Angel. If that wasn’t enough to stop his attraction, he didn’t know what was.
So the demon was huge, as they all seemed to be. It had three arms, which was over the top he thought. As well as having an odd number of arms it also had it’s third arm right in the middle of it’s chest. Then again the demon might have counted that as his second arm. If it was weird, maybe its first.
So far Buffy and Spike looked to be keeping it on edge, while Tara and Willow dealt with the magical side of things, which wasn’t much as the hulking thing didn’t seem to be affected by it.
Suddenly, seeing the middle arm coming straight at Spike as his back was turned to face off against the bigger left arm, he rushed forward. He took the hit and was especially happy he had kept the chain on around his neck.
The protection it gave him was nothing to be scoffed at as the demons arm sent him flying into a mausoleum. He wasn’t sure how strong the demon was, but obviously the chain had helped as all he was left with was a bruise to his stomach and a little out of breath. It was the same he felt when he used to be punched by Larry back in high school, well before he came out. Yeah it hurt like a bitch, but he knew it could have been a lot worse considering. He wondered how the charm would handle if he were hurt just by a regular human. He wasn’t going to test it, as he didn’t believe it would help him.
He shook off the small amount of rubble that had toppled on him from bashing into the mausoleum and turned seeing the slight dent in the wall. He took the chain out from underneath his top, rubbing the pendent and smiled. He didn’t notice till Spike’s face was in his own that the demon had been slayed and Spike was concerned.
“Hey, no need to worry the charm did it’s work.”
Spike had a scowl on his face, but nodded anyway. His hand latched onto his arm and started to drag him away.
He saw the girls watching him from where the demon was lying fizzling away in the grass, smiles on their faces. He scowled back at them, making them giggle. He sighed and just dealt with being pulled along like a naughty boy.
Continued