Xander's Diary
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-Buffy the Vampire Slayer › Slash - Male/Male › Spike(William)/Xander
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
8
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4,617
Reviews:
15
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0
Currently Reading:
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Entry 5
Xander’s Diary
Entry 5
When Anya came home last night
she woke me up.
She tried to coerce me into the bedroom,
promising sex.
Sorry babe, hot soft folds don’t even get me up.
She saw the beer and thought
I had accidentally passed out on the couch.
If she had an idea how much I actually can drink...
Looks like resistance to alcohol is a family thing.
I grinned and she said I was a drunk
like my father.
She nearly got me to show her,
how my father really was,
nearly beat her
and I know I wouldn’t have stopped
until she wasn’t able to talk and walk for a while.
Instead I grabbed my jacket and
went out again.
Congratulating myself for not losing control.
I hadn’t even closed the door behind me
when a zippo lighting up
made me aware of his presents.
Without a word he fell into step with me
and we went to the next store.
Spike is pretty good at stealing bottles.
I only paid for two six packs.
“Somewhere quiet.” I said.
“Crypt.”
“’k.”
So that’s how I got here.
We didn’t talk about Anya.
Why should we?
She laid the cards on the table
for fucking everyone.
Spike doesn’t ask for the why
I don’t want to have sex with her.
He waits until I tell him deliberately.
When he thinks,
someone pretends something,
then he presses until that someone
just has to admit the truth.
I don’t pretend anything
I just don’t want to talk about it.
He knows that.
He respects that.
Pretty wasted
I passed out somewhere between
sunset and midday.
I vaguely remember grabbing Spike’s hand
when he put a blanket over me.
His other hand stroked through my hair
when I begged him to never leave me.
Or something.
I hope I dreamed that.
Or that Spike was drunk enough to just ignore it.
I wonder where he is now.
Could need some more sleep
to get rid off
the sick feeling in my stomach
and the headache.
And I like Spike’s bed and his blankets.
They smell of him.
Like Spike.
Even.
X
More? Beg! lol
Entry 5
When Anya came home last night
she woke me up.
She tried to coerce me into the bedroom,
promising sex.
Sorry babe, hot soft folds don’t even get me up.
She saw the beer and thought
I had accidentally passed out on the couch.
If she had an idea how much I actually can drink...
Looks like resistance to alcohol is a family thing.
I grinned and she said I was a drunk
like my father.
She nearly got me to show her,
how my father really was,
nearly beat her
and I know I wouldn’t have stopped
until she wasn’t able to talk and walk for a while.
Instead I grabbed my jacket and
went out again.
Congratulating myself for not losing control.
I hadn’t even closed the door behind me
when a zippo lighting up
made me aware of his presents.
Without a word he fell into step with me
and we went to the next store.
Spike is pretty good at stealing bottles.
I only paid for two six packs.
“Somewhere quiet.” I said.
“Crypt.”
“’k.”
So that’s how I got here.
We didn’t talk about Anya.
Why should we?
She laid the cards on the table
for fucking everyone.
Spike doesn’t ask for the why
I don’t want to have sex with her.
He waits until I tell him deliberately.
When he thinks,
someone pretends something,
then he presses until that someone
just has to admit the truth.
I don’t pretend anything
I just don’t want to talk about it.
He knows that.
He respects that.
Pretty wasted
I passed out somewhere between
sunset and midday.
I vaguely remember grabbing Spike’s hand
when he put a blanket over me.
His other hand stroked through my hair
when I begged him to never leave me.
Or something.
I hope I dreamed that.
Or that Spike was drunk enough to just ignore it.
I wonder where he is now.
Could need some more sleep
to get rid off
the sick feeling in my stomach
and the headache.
And I like Spike’s bed and his blankets.
They smell of him.
Like Spike.
Even.
X
More? Beg! lol