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essene_backupGotta love Mad TV.
More desert Spander.
Xander closed his mouth so hard and fast his teeth clicked.
Xander threw the car door open and clambered out.
************
He heard a, “Hey!” and assumed that Spike was ducking from the wash of sun filling the car. He didn’t care. He hoped the sucker burned. What he cared about right now was the ache in his chest and the throbbing in his groin.
Lust. He was feeling lust. After kissing Spike. Well, not really kissing, being kissed. He started pacing, relatively sure that he wouldn’t be joined anytime soon.
Mouth. So soft. So hard. A kind of bruising tenderness. He’d never had anyone's lips move like that on his.
STOP IT!
He’s a vampire you idiot. A demon that sucks human beings’ blood for survival. You are a human being.
The feel of Spike’s fingers, wrapped in the hair at the nape of his neck invaded Xander’s internal tirade. He raised his hand to worry at the spot that Spike had made tingle.
It was nice. It was more than nice...it was hot.
HEY! What are you? Gay now? Are you kidding me?
No, no, no! Hey now! Not gay. No gay. Not here. But...interested...maybe. I mean, no one has to know. No one here’s gonna tell...
What if HE tells, you numbnut?
Who’s he gonna tell? And who’s gonna believe him?
Mind made up. Xander walked back to the car.
***********
Xander slid back behind the wheel feeling just slightly mug at seeing bleach-head cowering under a blanket. There was a faint charred aroma and that made him smile.
Closing the door, he said, “There will be NO more of the...kissing.” He put as much distaste into the word as he could muster.
When there was no response, Xander focused on the lump in the passenger seat. The minutes ticked by. Finally, Xander reached over and pulled down the blanket, “Did you hear...”
“Gah!” Xander recoiled in disgust. Spike’s face was all…raw and bubbly. Xander pulled the blanket off and fought back the rush of bile when he saw the blackened mess that was Spike’s hand.
“Spike.” Xander poked his shoulder. No response. “Spike!” This time he shook the shoulder.
“What?” The voice was groggy.
“Are you...are you okay?”
“Yea. Bloody perfect.” Spike’s voice was angry and pained.
“Do you…should I do something?”
“Bottle in the back.”
Xander grabbed one of the bottles strewn across the back seat. Spike glanced at it. “One with something in it, you git.”
“Oh.” Xander turned and fumbled through the collection until he found a capped one. “K.”
“Open. It.” Spike enunciated each word with irritation, “Pour it on the burns.”
“But, won’t that...”
“Just do it!”
Taking a deep breath Xander did as he was told.
Spike bellowed and vamped out. The alcohol sloshed onto the seat as Xander jerked his hand back, as if from a suddenly vicious dog. Spike grabbed his arm and with steel fingers, pulled Xander’s hand back to pour the liquid over his face and hand. Spike’s eyes were clenched in agony and his head was thrown back against the seat. The rest of his body was rigid and taught, feet braced against the floorboard. Finally, he let go of Xander. Shakily, Xander pulled the bottle back to his chest and clutched it with both hands.
After a few moments, Spike growled, “Gimme that,” swiped the bottle away and commenced chugging the remaining contents.
“Spike, I...”
With glittering eyes, Spike bit out, “Shut up and drive.”
Turning back to the steering wheel, Xander turned the key in the ignition thinking, Please God, don’t let us get pulled over now. I’ll NEVER be able to explain the smell...
********************
The sign said, “VACANCY”, even though the surroundings screamed, “Not here! Anywhere but here!”
It was one of those strangely isolated motels. Squat, L-shaped, in the middle of nowhere; every vibe it sent out made the Psycho theme run through Xander’s brain. Little frogs in tutus were also running through Xander’s brain--pirouetting from yellow line to yellow line. Whether he wanted to or not, he had to stop.
Spike had been unconscious since the scary and gross 90-proof disinfect ion episode. Wallowing in a bizarre stew of guilt and exhaustion, Xander pulled into the parking lot.
After getting the key from the Santa-clone innkeeper, Xander plodded back to the car, preparing to haul Spike out and help him to the room.
Spike was standing against the Desoto, arms and ankles crossed. “Toss us the key then, boy. You get the bags, I’ll open ‘er up.”
Blinking, Xander just stood there. He was...fine. Unmarred. Not a blemish on him. Smooth as a baby’s butt. And damn him, that fucking cocky-ass grin was on his face.
Xander turned slowly and started walking to room #9.
“Hey!” Spike’s boots crunched the gravel as he moved to follow Xander. Reaching his side, Spike put a hand on him to stop him, “Hey, what’s with…”
Xander stopped, glared at him, shrugged off the hand and kept walking.
“Fine! Be a prat!” Spike kept up with him.
Xander put the key in the lock, turned it and opened the door. Flipping the light switch, he put the key on the table just inside, walked through the small, but clean room to the bathroom and closed the door.
Just outside the room, Spike began to curse.
Xander smiled as he listened to the stream of expletives, increasing in vehemence and variety as he shook off and then washed his hands. He turned off the water. Took his time drying his hands and then slowly removed the wrapper from the little plastic cup. He stilled briefly--yep, still cursing--his smile widened. He drank his fill and then opened the door.
Spike was pacing in the doorway. Xander leaned against the wall and watched him with a satisfying sense of retribution. Spike stopped and said, “I can’t come in. It’s your room.”
“I know.” Xander moved to the single bed and turned back the covers. He walked to the door. He flipped the light off.
“I’ll leave, Harris,” Spike threatened.
“Fine.” Xander closed the door. Walked to the bed, slid between the thin, cool sheets and fell blissfully asleep.
More desert Spander.
Xander closed his mouth so hard and fast his teeth clicked.
Xander threw the car door open and clambered out.
************
He heard a, “Hey!” and assumed that Spike was ducking from the wash of sun filling the car. He didn’t care. He hoped the sucker burned. What he cared about right now was the ache in his chest and the throbbing in his groin.
Lust. He was feeling lust. After kissing Spike. Well, not really kissing, being kissed. He started pacing, relatively sure that he wouldn’t be joined anytime soon.
Mouth. So soft. So hard. A kind of bruising tenderness. He’d never had anyone's lips move like that on his.
STOP IT!
He’s a vampire you idiot. A demon that sucks human beings’ blood for survival. You are a human being.
The feel of Spike’s fingers, wrapped in the hair at the nape of his neck invaded Xander’s internal tirade. He raised his hand to worry at the spot that Spike had made tingle.
It was nice. It was more than nice...it was hot.
HEY! What are you? Gay now? Are you kidding me?
No, no, no! Hey now! Not gay. No gay. Not here. But...interested...maybe. I mean, no one has to know. No one here’s gonna tell...
What if HE tells, you numbnut?
Who’s he gonna tell? And who’s gonna believe him?
Mind made up. Xander walked back to the car.
***********
Xander slid back behind the wheel feeling just slightly mug at seeing bleach-head cowering under a blanket. There was a faint charred aroma and that made him smile.
Closing the door, he said, “There will be NO more of the...kissing.” He put as much distaste into the word as he could muster.
When there was no response, Xander focused on the lump in the passenger seat. The minutes ticked by. Finally, Xander reached over and pulled down the blanket, “Did you hear...”
“Gah!” Xander recoiled in disgust. Spike’s face was all…raw and bubbly. Xander pulled the blanket off and fought back the rush of bile when he saw the blackened mess that was Spike’s hand.
“Spike.” Xander poked his shoulder. No response. “Spike!” This time he shook the shoulder.
“What?” The voice was groggy.
“Are you...are you okay?”
“Yea. Bloody perfect.” Spike’s voice was angry and pained.
“Do you…should I do something?”
“Bottle in the back.”
Xander grabbed one of the bottles strewn across the back seat. Spike glanced at it. “One with something in it, you git.”
“Oh.” Xander turned and fumbled through the collection until he found a capped one. “K.”
“Open. It.” Spike enunciated each word with irritation, “Pour it on the burns.”
“But, won’t that...”
“Just do it!”
Taking a deep breath Xander did as he was told.
Spike bellowed and vamped out. The alcohol sloshed onto the seat as Xander jerked his hand back, as if from a suddenly vicious dog. Spike grabbed his arm and with steel fingers, pulled Xander’s hand back to pour the liquid over his face and hand. Spike’s eyes were clenched in agony and his head was thrown back against the seat. The rest of his body was rigid and taught, feet braced against the floorboard. Finally, he let go of Xander. Shakily, Xander pulled the bottle back to his chest and clutched it with both hands.
After a few moments, Spike growled, “Gimme that,” swiped the bottle away and commenced chugging the remaining contents.
“Spike, I...”
With glittering eyes, Spike bit out, “Shut up and drive.”
Turning back to the steering wheel, Xander turned the key in the ignition thinking, Please God, don’t let us get pulled over now. I’ll NEVER be able to explain the smell...
********************
The sign said, “VACANCY”, even though the surroundings screamed, “Not here! Anywhere but here!”
It was one of those strangely isolated motels. Squat, L-shaped, in the middle of nowhere; every vibe it sent out made the Psycho theme run through Xander’s brain. Little frogs in tutus were also running through Xander’s brain--pirouetting from yellow line to yellow line. Whether he wanted to or not, he had to stop.
Spike had been unconscious since the scary and gross 90-proof disinfect ion episode. Wallowing in a bizarre stew of guilt and exhaustion, Xander pulled into the parking lot.
After getting the key from the Santa-clone innkeeper, Xander plodded back to the car, preparing to haul Spike out and help him to the room.
Spike was standing against the Desoto, arms and ankles crossed. “Toss us the key then, boy. You get the bags, I’ll open ‘er up.”
Blinking, Xander just stood there. He was...fine. Unmarred. Not a blemish on him. Smooth as a baby’s butt. And damn him, that fucking cocky-ass grin was on his face.
Xander turned slowly and started walking to room #9.
“Hey!” Spike’s boots crunched the gravel as he moved to follow Xander. Reaching his side, Spike put a hand on him to stop him, “Hey, what’s with…”
Xander stopped, glared at him, shrugged off the hand and kept walking.
“Fine! Be a prat!” Spike kept up with him.
Xander put the key in the lock, turned it and opened the door. Flipping the light switch, he put the key on the table just inside, walked through the small, but clean room to the bathroom and closed the door.
Just outside the room, Spike began to curse.
Xander smiled as he listened to the stream of expletives, increasing in vehemence and variety as he shook off and then washed his hands. He turned off the water. Took his time drying his hands and then slowly removed the wrapper from the little plastic cup. He stilled briefly--yep, still cursing--his smile widened. He drank his fill and then opened the door.
Spike was pacing in the doorway. Xander leaned against the wall and watched him with a satisfying sense of retribution. Spike stopped and said, “I can’t come in. It’s your room.”
“I know.” Xander moved to the single bed and turned back the covers. He walked to the door. He flipped the light off.
“I’ll leave, Harris,” Spike threatened.
“Fine.” Xander closed the door. Walked to the bed, slid between the thin, cool sheets and fell blissfully asleep.
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Date: 2003-07-27 09:14 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-07-27 11:46 am (UTC)You're adorable, chugging along with me.
Xander's got a decision to make. That's all I'll say.
Vidding
Date: 2003-07-27 03:16 pm (UTC)Re: Vidding
Date: 2003-07-27 09:14 pm (UTC)You know I didn't make that vid...right?
I just hosted it 'cause I think it's gorgeous.
But thanks!
And hey, at least now I know one person visits my site!
And yes, Spuffy = hot.
Re: Vidding
Date: 2003-07-28 06:08 am (UTC)Re: Vidding
Date: 2003-07-28 07:28 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-10-25 01:07 am (UTC)Loved Xander having the upperhand at the end, though.
no subject
Date: 2003-12-28 05:43 pm (UTC)