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Tangled Hearts
Title: Tangled Hearts
Author: Tgray
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: S/many others with a Spander twist
Summary: As best friends and roomates, can Xander live with slut!Spike and still keep his sanity?
Feedback: Please
Chapter 1
Xander heard the keys rattling in the door and readjusted the pillow under his head. As if he didn’t have anything better to do on a Saturday night but lie around watching old Star Trek episodes on the television while Spike was out doing God knows what with God knows who. Or how many- that was always a good question. Tonight, he was more irritated than usual, though. It wasn’t like anything was really different, but maybe he wanted to be out there fucking the city’s population for a change. What was stopping him? Oh yeah…
He watched Spike walk through the door and past him, holding a brown paper bag in one hand, smoking a cigarette in the other. Xander waited until the beer was in the refrigerator and the chips were in the cabinet before he finally said, “Spike?”
Spike twisted the lid off his beer and took a drink as he ran the finished butt under the faucet, throwing it into the small kitchen trashcan. He came closer, his eyes shifting to the TV and then back to Xander before he finally plopped down at the end of the couch, shoving Xander’s bare feet out of the way. “Yeah, Xan?”
“Uhm, did you forget something?”
Spike lifted his shoulders and shrugged, patting down his pockets as he gave Xander the patented ‘I have no clue what you’re talking about’ look. “Don’t think so. Got beer, snacks, smokes, I think that about covers it.”
“How about milk? Kinda hard to have that bowl of cereal you’re gonna be wanting in the morning without it.”
He saw the expression of remembrance and Spike shook his head. “Bugger.”
“Yeah, bugger. Geez, Spike, your mind completely shuts down unless it has to do with alcohol, cigs or porn, doesn’t it?”
“Sorry. Must have been distracted or something.” He turned his attention toward the TV, ignoring the parental-like glare from the other side of the sofa.
Xander sighed the sigh that he always saved just for Spike, one that he seemed to be using more often than not as of late. “Let me guess. Dark hair, darker eyes…”
Spike grinned, still focused on the screen and took another sip from his bottle. “Don’t know. Couldn’t exactly see his eyes from the position I had him in.”
Why exactly did he think rooming with Spike would be a good idea? Just because they’d been best friends for the last five years and because Xander would have never been able to afford an apartment like this on his own. But that meant putting up with Spike and whatever flavor of the night he happened to be bragging about.
“Angel’s on his way over, by the way.”
And him. Xander couldn’t help the eye roll and definitely didn’t try to hide it. Spike, as always, ignored it and pretended Xander hadn’t just mumbled, “That’s fucking great” under his breath.
Spike and Angel had been ‘Spike and Angel’ on and off for at least six months. They weren’t ‘together’, because for as long as he’d known him, Spike didn’t do boyfriends. Angel was more of a fuck-buddy who just happened to show up several times a week, waltzing in like he owned the place, flaunting his arrogance (among other things), getting under Xander’s skin like a painful splinter every chance he got.
“I guess I’ll be the one going back to the store then.”
Spike had the decency to at least pretend he felt bad, climbing up until he was laying half on the cushion and half on Xander. “Sorry, pet.” He leaned in, met Xander’s lips and kissed him softly before pushing away and moving off the couch. “I’ll make it up to you…” He slowly crossed Xander’s heart with the tips of his fingers. “I swear.”
Xander nodded. “Like I haven’t heard that one before.”
Spike smiled that charming smile that always managed to get him out of any kind of trouble and slid out of his long, black duster, throwing it over the back of the couch. “Gonna go shower.”
Xander watched him walk the length of the hallway, pulling his t-shirt over his head before he’d reached the bathroom door, showing the flex and pull of every taut muscle in his back. And that, ladies and gentlemen, is exactly why Spike managed to get laid more than any other person in the entire Chicago area.
Clearing the image in his mind, Xander’s attention traveled back to the screen, watching the infamous starship Captain locking lips with some undiscovered species of female. Why did everyone seem to be getting laid while all he got were cozy nights alone with the idiot box and a man named Orville Redenbacher?
He tried not to ponder the question for too long for the sake of depressing topics and was thankful for a sharp knock on the front door, followed by the very unthankful sight of Angel pushing it open and walking through, uninvited. Neither said a word, looking anywhere but at each other as Angel headed straight for the fridge, snatching a bottle of beer. Xander kept a subtle eye on him, though, because anytime Angel was there, he half expected all their silverware and anything else not bolted down to be gone by the next morning.
“Where’s Spike?” Angel called from the other room.
“Washing the stink off from the other guy he fucked before you got here.” Oh yes. Score one for the Xan-man.
“Hmm. Guess that means he’ll be nice and prepped and all ready for me then.”
Xander shook his head, watching Angel move across the room to sit right beside him.
“Got your bowl of popcorn and big pile of movies.” Angel reached inside the bag and stole a handful of kernels. “What, no hot date tonight?”
Xander glared and cuddled the bag closer to his body. A man’s popcorn was a sacred thing and as far as he was concerned, he already shared way too much with Angel as it was.
“For your information, I wanted to stay home. Unlike some people who have to get fucked every night.” He turned toward Angel with a serious look, eyeing him up and down. “I say you’re trying to compensate for something. Something you need to prove. Maybe size… stamina? What do you think?”
Angel glared and answered, “Not trying to prove anything. Guys who ‘can’ get laid do, while those that can’t,” he threw another handful of popcorn in his mouth and chewed, “spend Saturday nights with Captain Kirk.”
How he hated Angel. “Go get stuffed.”
Angel’s eyebrow shot up and he grinned. “As much as I love our conversations- that, is a real good idea.”
He kicked off his shoes and socks, tossed them beside the couch and stood up, flipping the top button on his jeans as he disappeared down the hallway and into the bathroom.
Stupid fucking asswipe. Xander slumped down on the cushion and tried to watch his show for the next few minutes, distracted by the yowls that were now coming from the shared bathroom. He could only imagine what was going on in there. He cringed and took that back. He had no inkling of desire to know what Angel and Spike were doing. In fact, right now would be a really good time to make that run to the corner store.
He had just finished dressing when he heard a large thump outside his bedroom door. He raced over, pulling the knob quickly as he yelled, “What the fuck are you two…”
He was met by a wet and naked Angel and a ‘barely’ towel-covered Spike, leaning against the wall, making out like horny teenagers.
“Oh, for Christ’s sake, would you please do that somewhere else?!”
Making no acknowledgment that Xander was even there, Angel’s hand began pulling at the towel and sneaked underneath, making Spike’s eyes roll back and causing a breathless moan to escape his lips.
Xander shook his head and stormed past them, grabbing his keys from the end table. “Great. Just fucking great.”
He opened the door and yelled back, “This is my fucking apartment too, you know!” before he finally stomped out, slamming the door behind him.
Author: Tgray
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: S/many others with a Spander twist
Summary: As best friends and roomates, can Xander live with slut!Spike and still keep his sanity?
Feedback: Please
Chapter 1
Xander heard the keys rattling in the door and readjusted the pillow under his head. As if he didn’t have anything better to do on a Saturday night but lie around watching old Star Trek episodes on the television while Spike was out doing God knows what with God knows who. Or how many- that was always a good question. Tonight, he was more irritated than usual, though. It wasn’t like anything was really different, but maybe he wanted to be out there fucking the city’s population for a change. What was stopping him? Oh yeah…
He watched Spike walk through the door and past him, holding a brown paper bag in one hand, smoking a cigarette in the other. Xander waited until the beer was in the refrigerator and the chips were in the cabinet before he finally said, “Spike?”
Spike twisted the lid off his beer and took a drink as he ran the finished butt under the faucet, throwing it into the small kitchen trashcan. He came closer, his eyes shifting to the TV and then back to Xander before he finally plopped down at the end of the couch, shoving Xander’s bare feet out of the way. “Yeah, Xan?”
“Uhm, did you forget something?”
Spike lifted his shoulders and shrugged, patting down his pockets as he gave Xander the patented ‘I have no clue what you’re talking about’ look. “Don’t think so. Got beer, snacks, smokes, I think that about covers it.”
“How about milk? Kinda hard to have that bowl of cereal you’re gonna be wanting in the morning without it.”
He saw the expression of remembrance and Spike shook his head. “Bugger.”
“Yeah, bugger. Geez, Spike, your mind completely shuts down unless it has to do with alcohol, cigs or porn, doesn’t it?”
“Sorry. Must have been distracted or something.” He turned his attention toward the TV, ignoring the parental-like glare from the other side of the sofa.
Xander sighed the sigh that he always saved just for Spike, one that he seemed to be using more often than not as of late. “Let me guess. Dark hair, darker eyes…”
Spike grinned, still focused on the screen and took another sip from his bottle. “Don’t know. Couldn’t exactly see his eyes from the position I had him in.”
Why exactly did he think rooming with Spike would be a good idea? Just because they’d been best friends for the last five years and because Xander would have never been able to afford an apartment like this on his own. But that meant putting up with Spike and whatever flavor of the night he happened to be bragging about.
“Angel’s on his way over, by the way.”
And him. Xander couldn’t help the eye roll and definitely didn’t try to hide it. Spike, as always, ignored it and pretended Xander hadn’t just mumbled, “That’s fucking great” under his breath.
Spike and Angel had been ‘Spike and Angel’ on and off for at least six months. They weren’t ‘together’, because for as long as he’d known him, Spike didn’t do boyfriends. Angel was more of a fuck-buddy who just happened to show up several times a week, waltzing in like he owned the place, flaunting his arrogance (among other things), getting under Xander’s skin like a painful splinter every chance he got.
“I guess I’ll be the one going back to the store then.”
Spike had the decency to at least pretend he felt bad, climbing up until he was laying half on the cushion and half on Xander. “Sorry, pet.” He leaned in, met Xander’s lips and kissed him softly before pushing away and moving off the couch. “I’ll make it up to you…” He slowly crossed Xander’s heart with the tips of his fingers. “I swear.”
Xander nodded. “Like I haven’t heard that one before.”
Spike smiled that charming smile that always managed to get him out of any kind of trouble and slid out of his long, black duster, throwing it over the back of the couch. “Gonna go shower.”
Xander watched him walk the length of the hallway, pulling his t-shirt over his head before he’d reached the bathroom door, showing the flex and pull of every taut muscle in his back. And that, ladies and gentlemen, is exactly why Spike managed to get laid more than any other person in the entire Chicago area.
Clearing the image in his mind, Xander’s attention traveled back to the screen, watching the infamous starship Captain locking lips with some undiscovered species of female. Why did everyone seem to be getting laid while all he got were cozy nights alone with the idiot box and a man named Orville Redenbacher?
He tried not to ponder the question for too long for the sake of depressing topics and was thankful for a sharp knock on the front door, followed by the very unthankful sight of Angel pushing it open and walking through, uninvited. Neither said a word, looking anywhere but at each other as Angel headed straight for the fridge, snatching a bottle of beer. Xander kept a subtle eye on him, though, because anytime Angel was there, he half expected all their silverware and anything else not bolted down to be gone by the next morning.
“Where’s Spike?” Angel called from the other room.
“Washing the stink off from the other guy he fucked before you got here.” Oh yes. Score one for the Xan-man.
“Hmm. Guess that means he’ll be nice and prepped and all ready for me then.”
Xander shook his head, watching Angel move across the room to sit right beside him.
“Got your bowl of popcorn and big pile of movies.” Angel reached inside the bag and stole a handful of kernels. “What, no hot date tonight?”
Xander glared and cuddled the bag closer to his body. A man’s popcorn was a sacred thing and as far as he was concerned, he already shared way too much with Angel as it was.
“For your information, I wanted to stay home. Unlike some people who have to get fucked every night.” He turned toward Angel with a serious look, eyeing him up and down. “I say you’re trying to compensate for something. Something you need to prove. Maybe size… stamina? What do you think?”
Angel glared and answered, “Not trying to prove anything. Guys who ‘can’ get laid do, while those that can’t,” he threw another handful of popcorn in his mouth and chewed, “spend Saturday nights with Captain Kirk.”
How he hated Angel. “Go get stuffed.”
Angel’s eyebrow shot up and he grinned. “As much as I love our conversations- that, is a real good idea.”
He kicked off his shoes and socks, tossed them beside the couch and stood up, flipping the top button on his jeans as he disappeared down the hallway and into the bathroom.
Stupid fucking asswipe. Xander slumped down on the cushion and tried to watch his show for the next few minutes, distracted by the yowls that were now coming from the shared bathroom. He could only imagine what was going on in there. He cringed and took that back. He had no inkling of desire to know what Angel and Spike were doing. In fact, right now would be a really good time to make that run to the corner store.
He had just finished dressing when he heard a large thump outside his bedroom door. He raced over, pulling the knob quickly as he yelled, “What the fuck are you two…”
He was met by a wet and naked Angel and a ‘barely’ towel-covered Spike, leaning against the wall, making out like horny teenagers.
“Oh, for Christ’s sake, would you please do that somewhere else?!”
Making no acknowledgment that Xander was even there, Angel’s hand began pulling at the towel and sneaked underneath, making Spike’s eyes roll back and causing a breathless moan to escape his lips.
Xander shook his head and stormed past them, grabbing his keys from the end table. “Great. Just fucking great.”
He opened the door and yelled back, “This is my fucking apartment too, you know!” before he finally stomped out, slamming the door behind him.