Tangled Hearts *Now COMPLETE*

There was a slight skip in Xander’s step as he walked down the hallway of the apartment complex after a long, boring day at work. Last night had been good. They’d danced, they’d talked and Spike actually spent the rest of the evening with him. There were more kisses, better kisses and Xander could have almost sworn there was a little… something, maybe a bit of intimacy in the last few. Sure, he’d always kissed him, as a friend, but last night, things felt different, leaving Xander on cloud nine all night.

He couldn’t wait to get home. He’d been thinking way too much, bad thoughts that had him hard all day. Hoping it was early enough before Spike got home to have a nice, hot shower, the key was in the door and his body was tingling with anticipation. Maybe a little lube and one of his favorite toys? That was always good for a fantasy or two.

Xander slowly pushed the door open and heard voices coming from the living room. Walking inside, his mood went from cheerful to pissed in a record 3 seconds. Spike had Angel bent over the sofa, balls deep inside his ass. His sofa! The place where he sat, watched TV, the place where he ate! They hadn’t noticed he was there and as much as he wanted to, he couldn’t turn away. He had a morbid desire to see Spike’s face, to see his body flex and move as he pumped in and out of the other man’s hole. He needed to see that expression, the sheer look of pleasure that so many others had seen but that he’d never had the chance to.

He watched, half hidden by the corner of the wall, mesmerized. Xander would have been ashamed to admit it, and as jealous as he was with the relationship they had, (whatever it was), he’d fantasized about Spike and Angel. It was hard not to when he was lying against a wall, night after night listening to them fucking on the other side. He’d imagined them, every possible way, every position, but the one thing he hadn’t pictured, was Angel letting Spike top him. It just didn’t seem right, Angel being so much larger, taking it up the ass. Xander realized from the sound of the breathless grunts and moans, he was thoroughly enjoying himself.

After the initial curiosity had passed, the anger came surging forward again. He wasn’t sure if he was more upset with Spike, or with himself for allowing his mind to play tricks on him. What was he thinking? That Spike may have actually felt something for him. He felt like a fool.

He closed the front door loudly, trying to look more pissed than flushed as he made them aware that he was there. He so couldn’t deal with this right now. “Un-fucking believable. You know, it wouldn’t kill you to lay off for just one fucking day!”

He walked past them, becoming even more aggravated when they continued as if he wasn’t there. Xander made his way down the hall and disappeared into his room, slamming the door behind him.

~*~

It wasn’t too long, maybe fifteen minutes later before Spike was knocking on his door, trying to coax him out into the apartment. Reluctantly, he went, deciding it was time to finally set some friendly ground rules.

“Angel gone?”

Spike, dressed in only a pair of low riding jeans, grabbed a jar of peanut butter, a knife and a pack of crackers and plopped onto the sofa. “Yeah.”

Xander waited, sat down on the recliner beside the couch and waited some more. “So that’s it?”

“What’s it, pet?”

“No sorry?! You were fucking him right here on our couch!”

Spike shrugged. “Fucked him lots of times, Xan. Nothing new there.”

“God, Spike. At least if you’re gonna bring someone home, you can keep it to your room. The last thing I wanna see when I walk through the door is your fucking groupies!”

Spike slowly looked up, turning his eyes toward Xander and raised his eyebrow in question. “Groupies?”

“Yeah, you know, the guys who would pay just to say they sucked you off.”

“Xander.”

“No. Everyone looks at you like you’re some kind of god. I think they actually have you believing it! Just because you’ve fucked every guy from here to Nova Scotia doesn’t mean you’re all that. You’re shit stinks just like everyone else’s.”

Spike stared, wide-eyed, listening to the rant, letting Xander speak his peace before finally interrupting. “You done now?”

“I guess that depends on you, now doesn’t it.”

“Who I fuck is none of your business.”

“It is when it’s in my fucking apartment!?”

“I thought it was our apartment.”

Standing up, Xander yelled, “Well you thought wrong! It’s my name on the lease, not yours! You’re just lucky I’ve put up with the shit I have. Anyone else would have kicked you out on your sorry ass!”

Spike stood, facing Xander down. “I pay my bloody rent same as you! Get off your high horse, Xander.” He tilted his head and asked, “Or is that the problem?”

“What?”

“You aren't getting off. I’m getting laid, you’re not and that's what's burning you, isn't it.”

“Fuck you! Don’t turn this around on me, Spike.”

“When I say this, Xander, I mean it with the best of intentions.” He moved in closer, narrowing his eyes. “Go get fucked.”

Xander shook his head. “Sorry, Spike. One whore’s enough for this house.”

Spike took a step back, refusing to fall for the bait. “What exactly is the real problem here. You want me to not bring guys home? Fine. Done. Happy?”

Xander sighed and sat back down in the chair. He ran his fingers through his hair, trying to calm down. “I don’t care who you fuck, Spike. We just need to set some house rules, okay?”

Spike sat down on the couch, leaning back, reaching for his cigarettes that were lying on the table. “We don’t need any fucking rules, pet. I’ll be more considerate, you stop being such a pain in my arse. Deal?"

Xander nodded. He could live with that.