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BtVS AU/AR › Slash - Male/Male › Spike(William)/Xander
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Adult ++
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12
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52
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Chapter 7
Chapter 7
Xander groaned, rolled over and looked at the clock. The numbers read 10:30, but then he remembered it was Saturday, which meant he didn’t have to go to work. Thank God for weekends. Smelling rank, still stinking of Dave’s cologne from last night, he stumbled into the shower, turning it up as hot as he could take it. Standing in one place, letting the stream run over his body, he tried hard not to think about Spike, but couldn’t help it when his mind drifted to what’d happened. He replayed the scene in his head and was pissed all over again. Half of him was saying to forget it, because it was typical Spike reaction and he should have known to expect something like that from him. But the other half, the part Xander was listening to, felt like throwing Spike out on his holier-than-thou ass.
~*~
Dressed in Saturday’s finest lounging clothes, which consisted of comfortable jeans and t-shirt, he went to the kitchen, pulled down the single box of cereal and a bowl. His body tensed when he heard the creak of Spike’s bedroom door and then footsteps down the hallway. Ignoring it, he went on about his business as he added milk, too much sugar and sliced bananas to his Cheerios.
“Will saying I’m sorry help at all?”
And here was Spike with the multiple personality disorder.
“I’d stay the fuck away right now if I were you.” He didn’t turn around to face him, instead, took a towel from the counter and began wiping spilled sugar into the sink.
“I would, but you’re in the kitchen and I’m hungry.”
When Xander didn’t answer and it was clear he was going to be ignored, Spike tried again. “I was a right hateful bastard, okay?”
Xander shook his head. “How about fucking hypocritical prick.”
Spike lowered his head. “I guess I deserve that.”
“You guess?!” He spun around, staring Spike down with angry eyes. “Do you realize how many people you fuck in a week?! In a month?! And you’re gonna call me names?! You really have a lot of fucking nerve.”
“I was pissed. I might not have come across the right way, but I meant what I said.”
“So because I brought home one person… one single guy, I’m a two-bit whore. And you, being the friend you are, thought you’d fuck with me before making me feel like a complete idiot.”
“I wasn’t trying to do that and it wasn’t because you fucked that sodding loser.”
Xander leaned back on the counter and crossed his arms, stiffening his stance just a bit. “Then what the hell was it all about, Spike, because I really don’t know what’s going on in that stupid brain of yours!”
“I was just me, okay?! When you showed up looking like that… acting that way…” He trailed off, “You don’t have to do that to get someone, Harris.”
“Oh, yeah, because there’s so many guys lined up, knocking down my door.”
Xander rolled his eyes and sighed, grabbed his breakfast and moved over to sit down at the small, kitchen table. “I’m not you, Spike. I’m not hot, I’m not exciting. You… you ooze sex! Everything about you! You can have anyone! But for you to fuck every guy you meet and then give me lectures on morality?”
Spike’s eyes found an interesting spot on the floor and he stayed quiet for a minute. Finally, he looked up solemnly. “It’s because you’re better than that. You think any of the blokes I fuck are ever gonna care about me?”
Xander looked down and swallowed. “I’m sure Angel cares.”
Spike laughed at that. “What Angel cares about is himself. Don’t ever think anything different there, mate. It’s use and be used with him.”
Xander had to do a double take, watching Spike’s distraught expression before he finally asked, “So why do you do it? If it’s so bad, why don’t you stop?”
Spike shrugged. “Didn’t say it was bad, but it’s just fucking. No more, no less. Never be anything else. Me and Angel… we got us an understanding that works and no one gets hurt. But you…you deserve more than that.”
Xander simmered, less angry but still hurt. “That’s for me to decide… not you. What I think I deserve is to have a best friend who doesn’t play games with me. You can do that to everyone else, and I really don’t give a fuck. But just, don’t do it to me, okay?”
“I wasn’t trying to play games. I was trying to make a point… to protect you from getting into something you’d probably regret later.”
“I don’t need your protection, Spike. I can take care of myself. I did have a life before you, you know.”
“I’m not saying you can’t, pet.” Spike shrugged and turned around, reaching for a bowl from the cabinet. “It just threw me.” He turned back around to face the table again. “Not used to seeing you like that… getting that kind of attention.”
Xander looked up, his face contorted with a worried expression. “Is it so hard to believe?”
Spike finished making his cereal and then sat down across from Xander. “What’s that?”
“That people would want me that way.”
Spike glanced up, surprised. “What? No, of course not.”
“Well the way you made it sound…”
“Wasn’t what I meant, Xan, and you know it. Hell, the way you were looking last night, I’d have fucked you.”
Xander rolled his eyes. “Gee, thanks.”
Spike smiled and began eating. A minute went by in silence, but Xander was still watching him. “Why haven’t you?”
Spike dropped his spoon into his bowl and glanced curiously at Xander.
“I mean, you’ve fucked everyone else.”
Spike shook his head and answered casually, “Not that you’re not completely shaggable, luv, but I think there’s some unwritten rule on fucking your roommate.”
Xander played it off and smiled. “Yeah, I guess that wouldn’t be such a good thing,” he shrugged. “All kind of things to think about. Who takes who home? My bed, your bed… much confusion.”
Spike grinned as he listened to Xander’s babbling. “Never fuck a friend, pet. Changes everything.”
Xander’s eyes fell back on the table. “It’s a good thing that’s never happened then.”
“Yeah. Bloody right there, mate,” Spike answered quickly as he stood up to put his bowl into the sink.
Just as fast as it had started, the conversation ended, leaving Xander with mixed feelings and more confused than ever. Spike didn’t think of him that way and he’d made it clear he never would.
Xander groaned, rolled over and looked at the clock. The numbers read 10:30, but then he remembered it was Saturday, which meant he didn’t have to go to work. Thank God for weekends. Smelling rank, still stinking of Dave’s cologne from last night, he stumbled into the shower, turning it up as hot as he could take it. Standing in one place, letting the stream run over his body, he tried hard not to think about Spike, but couldn’t help it when his mind drifted to what’d happened. He replayed the scene in his head and was pissed all over again. Half of him was saying to forget it, because it was typical Spike reaction and he should have known to expect something like that from him. But the other half, the part Xander was listening to, felt like throwing Spike out on his holier-than-thou ass.
~*~
Dressed in Saturday’s finest lounging clothes, which consisted of comfortable jeans and t-shirt, he went to the kitchen, pulled down the single box of cereal and a bowl. His body tensed when he heard the creak of Spike’s bedroom door and then footsteps down the hallway. Ignoring it, he went on about his business as he added milk, too much sugar and sliced bananas to his Cheerios.
“Will saying I’m sorry help at all?”
And here was Spike with the multiple personality disorder.
“I’d stay the fuck away right now if I were you.” He didn’t turn around to face him, instead, took a towel from the counter and began wiping spilled sugar into the sink.
“I would, but you’re in the kitchen and I’m hungry.”
When Xander didn’t answer and it was clear he was going to be ignored, Spike tried again. “I was a right hateful bastard, okay?”
Xander shook his head. “How about fucking hypocritical prick.”
Spike lowered his head. “I guess I deserve that.”
“You guess?!” He spun around, staring Spike down with angry eyes. “Do you realize how many people you fuck in a week?! In a month?! And you’re gonna call me names?! You really have a lot of fucking nerve.”
“I was pissed. I might not have come across the right way, but I meant what I said.”
“So because I brought home one person… one single guy, I’m a two-bit whore. And you, being the friend you are, thought you’d fuck with me before making me feel like a complete idiot.”
“I wasn’t trying to do that and it wasn’t because you fucked that sodding loser.”
Xander leaned back on the counter and crossed his arms, stiffening his stance just a bit. “Then what the hell was it all about, Spike, because I really don’t know what’s going on in that stupid brain of yours!”
“I was just me, okay?! When you showed up looking like that… acting that way…” He trailed off, “You don’t have to do that to get someone, Harris.”
“Oh, yeah, because there’s so many guys lined up, knocking down my door.”
Xander rolled his eyes and sighed, grabbed his breakfast and moved over to sit down at the small, kitchen table. “I’m not you, Spike. I’m not hot, I’m not exciting. You… you ooze sex! Everything about you! You can have anyone! But for you to fuck every guy you meet and then give me lectures on morality?”
Spike’s eyes found an interesting spot on the floor and he stayed quiet for a minute. Finally, he looked up solemnly. “It’s because you’re better than that. You think any of the blokes I fuck are ever gonna care about me?”
Xander looked down and swallowed. “I’m sure Angel cares.”
Spike laughed at that. “What Angel cares about is himself. Don’t ever think anything different there, mate. It’s use and be used with him.”
Xander had to do a double take, watching Spike’s distraught expression before he finally asked, “So why do you do it? If it’s so bad, why don’t you stop?”
Spike shrugged. “Didn’t say it was bad, but it’s just fucking. No more, no less. Never be anything else. Me and Angel… we got us an understanding that works and no one gets hurt. But you…you deserve more than that.”
Xander simmered, less angry but still hurt. “That’s for me to decide… not you. What I think I deserve is to have a best friend who doesn’t play games with me. You can do that to everyone else, and I really don’t give a fuck. But just, don’t do it to me, okay?”
“I wasn’t trying to play games. I was trying to make a point… to protect you from getting into something you’d probably regret later.”
“I don’t need your protection, Spike. I can take care of myself. I did have a life before you, you know.”
“I’m not saying you can’t, pet.” Spike shrugged and turned around, reaching for a bowl from the cabinet. “It just threw me.” He turned back around to face the table again. “Not used to seeing you like that… getting that kind of attention.”
Xander looked up, his face contorted with a worried expression. “Is it so hard to believe?”
Spike finished making his cereal and then sat down across from Xander. “What’s that?”
“That people would want me that way.”
Spike glanced up, surprised. “What? No, of course not.”
“Well the way you made it sound…”
“Wasn’t what I meant, Xan, and you know it. Hell, the way you were looking last night, I’d have fucked you.”
Xander rolled his eyes. “Gee, thanks.”
Spike smiled and began eating. A minute went by in silence, but Xander was still watching him. “Why haven’t you?”
Spike dropped his spoon into his bowl and glanced curiously at Xander.
“I mean, you’ve fucked everyone else.”
Spike shook his head and answered casually, “Not that you’re not completely shaggable, luv, but I think there’s some unwritten rule on fucking your roommate.”
Xander played it off and smiled. “Yeah, I guess that wouldn’t be such a good thing,” he shrugged. “All kind of things to think about. Who takes who home? My bed, your bed… much confusion.”
Spike grinned as he listened to Xander’s babbling. “Never fuck a friend, pet. Changes everything.”
Xander’s eyes fell back on the table. “It’s a good thing that’s never happened then.”
“Yeah. Bloody right there, mate,” Spike answered quickly as he stood up to put his bowl into the sink.
Just as fast as it had started, the conversation ended, leaving Xander with mixed feelings and more confused than ever. Spike didn’t think of him that way and he’d made it clear he never would.