Christmas Spander Stories
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-Buffy the Vampire Slayer › Slash - Male/Male › Spike(William)/Xander
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
3,470
Reviews:
9
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Baby It's Cold Outside
(If you like Xmas Spander stories, here is the beginning of a separately posted one. It is under the title "Baby It's Cold Outside" Co-written with Nashmaveric)
"Took you long enough to get all those clothes off, I'm on my third one, yeah?" Spike said, lifting his beer bottle and smirking at the three rosy cheeked humans who'd finally peeled off layers and layers of clothing protecting them from the bitter cold of Inverness and finally were getting settled next to him at the bar. "Look a lot better now, too. Was about to ask you which teletubbies you are... not you Harris. You're the purple one, no doubt about it." He ignored the glares from Willow and Buffy. The boy had come out so all Spike was doing was getting him comfortable in his skin.
"I should say that while I'm gay, I'm not a girl and I won't ever," Xander paused and looked at each and every one of them, making sure they got the point, "ever hold a purse. Speaking of girls, Buffy, wanna use your blonde charms and get me a beer? The bartender here always ignores me."
"I've got plenty of blond charms," Spike snapped his finger and gave a triumphant grin as the bar tender approached. It was short lived. Once Buffy flashed her smile at him, it was a lost cause. "Right... you order then."
"Three ales... whatever you recommend," Buffy said, grinning from ear to ear as Spike mock-mimicked her order. "Hey, I get service, you don't."
"Come on Red, surely you're ready to protect good old Spike."
"Sorry, Buffy wins this one," Willow said, "but I'm sure if the bartender was gay, you'd win!" she hastened to add.
"Hey! What about me!" Xander protested, pouting for all his was worth. He enjoyed Willow's panicked look for a moment before waving her off and reaching for his beer.
"Looks to me like the bent-folk are watching each others' backs."
"Oh yeah? What about me?" Buffy challenged.
"Living with them, you... well it rubs off, don't you know?" He barely winced when three sets of fists pummeled him. "The ladies doth protest too much, and all that..."
"Spike, be nice to the Slayer you're training with tomorrow," Xander cautioned, smirking into his beer. "She might sic the little slayers at you."
"Bring it on, yeah? She'll be all bundled up in layers and--"
"Training's indoors tomorrow," Buffy sweetly inserted.
"Right, nice to The Slayer." Lifting his bottle to his mouth, Spike started a new line of conversation. Several hours passed with the three of them talking old times, comparing their lives now to their lives in Sunnydale, and generally making fun of each other. Spike unbuttoned the blasted shirt they had him wearing at the watchers, and felt the weight of a stare. When he raised his gaze, he caught Xander watching him work his buttons and raised an eyebrow. Wasn't the first time, either.
Xander blushed at getting caught and went back to looking everywhere but at Spike. Noticing how hot Spike was wasn't too bad, he was after all gay and had eyes. Eye. Whatever. He could see the hotness, that was okay. But staring and thinking all sorts of evil thoughts which mostly involved naked Spike and chocolate was most decidedly not okay. Especially seeing as Spike kept flirting with women.
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"Took you long enough to get all those clothes off, I'm on my third one, yeah?" Spike said, lifting his beer bottle and smirking at the three rosy cheeked humans who'd finally peeled off layers and layers of clothing protecting them from the bitter cold of Inverness and finally were getting settled next to him at the bar. "Look a lot better now, too. Was about to ask you which teletubbies you are... not you Harris. You're the purple one, no doubt about it." He ignored the glares from Willow and Buffy. The boy had come out so all Spike was doing was getting him comfortable in his skin.
"I should say that while I'm gay, I'm not a girl and I won't ever," Xander paused and looked at each and every one of them, making sure they got the point, "ever hold a purse. Speaking of girls, Buffy, wanna use your blonde charms and get me a beer? The bartender here always ignores me."
"I've got plenty of blond charms," Spike snapped his finger and gave a triumphant grin as the bar tender approached. It was short lived. Once Buffy flashed her smile at him, it was a lost cause. "Right... you order then."
"Three ales... whatever you recommend," Buffy said, grinning from ear to ear as Spike mock-mimicked her order. "Hey, I get service, you don't."
"Come on Red, surely you're ready to protect good old Spike."
"Sorry, Buffy wins this one," Willow said, "but I'm sure if the bartender was gay, you'd win!" she hastened to add.
"Hey! What about me!" Xander protested, pouting for all his was worth. He enjoyed Willow's panicked look for a moment before waving her off and reaching for his beer.
"Looks to me like the bent-folk are watching each others' backs."
"Oh yeah? What about me?" Buffy challenged.
"Living with them, you... well it rubs off, don't you know?" He barely winced when three sets of fists pummeled him. "The ladies doth protest too much, and all that..."
"Spike, be nice to the Slayer you're training with tomorrow," Xander cautioned, smirking into his beer. "She might sic the little slayers at you."
"Bring it on, yeah? She'll be all bundled up in layers and--"
"Training's indoors tomorrow," Buffy sweetly inserted.
"Right, nice to The Slayer." Lifting his bottle to his mouth, Spike started a new line of conversation. Several hours passed with the three of them talking old times, comparing their lives now to their lives in Sunnydale, and generally making fun of each other. Spike unbuttoned the blasted shirt they had him wearing at the watchers, and felt the weight of a stare. When he raised his gaze, he caught Xander watching him work his buttons and raised an eyebrow. Wasn't the first time, either.
Xander blushed at getting caught and went back to looking everywhere but at Spike. Noticing how hot Spike was wasn't too bad, he was after all gay and had eyes. Eye. Whatever. He could see the hotness, that was okay. But staring and thinking all sorts of evil thoughts which mostly involved naked Spike and chocolate was most decidedly not okay. Especially seeing as Spike kept flirting with women.
(For notices regarding updates of stories written by me or co-written by me, join here: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Bloody_Bad_Poet_Fic/ )