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You've Got Spike	By : mshelly Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 3235 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Spike took in the sight of Xander and Anya sleeping peacefully in bed all snuggled together. So sweet and peaceful it was. He desperately wanted to disrupt the too perfect picture that he was not part of."Pets!" He yelled out clapping his hands. "Breakfast." The pair groaned and moved apart, each reaching out to clutch a pillow instead of each other.

That was a little better but not by much.

Spike grinned and made a running dash towards the bed, leaping. He landed between them with a bounce. Xander mumbled incoherently and Anya was propelled off the bed and to the floor.

Spike looked over the edge of the bed at a dazed, waking Anya. He tilted his head looking down at her. "Pet? You okay, luv?"

"No. I'm on the floor, Spike. Without wanting to be or meaning to. How'd I get on the floor, Spike?" Anya asked, looking a little lost and a lot confused.

"Donno, pet. Bad dream?" He held out his arm and she took his hand, letting him pull her up and back onto the bed.

"Morning, Spike." She mumbled working her way back under the covers. "I don't believe I was dreaming. Good or bad. Did you push me off the bed?" Confusion had left her voice and was replaced with a bit of anger. Not enough to scare Spike but enough to make him wary.

"I did not, pet. I'd never."

"Oh. Okay then. Did Xander?"

"I don't know. He's still sleeping." He looked over his shoulder at Xander. "He might have. I haven't been watching him. No telling what he's been up too." He gave her his best "it must have been the other guy look". "You know how he is."

"Well. He is still asleep, so I'm going to choose to not be angry." She punched a pillow before resting her head on it. "For now."

"That's good, luv. Angry face makes wrinkles I've heard tell. It's time to get up, anyway."

Anya snuggled the covers around her and turned her back to Spike. "No. No it's not. I'm still sleepy and I don't want to get up. I can sleep late. Giles is going to open the store for a half day and I promised to be okay with it. I'm not okay with it, but I'm okay with the sleeping late part of it."

"I've breakfast ready."

"Do you?"

"I do."

"Biscuits?"

"Yes."

Anya groaned from beneath the blanket she'd pulled over her head. "From the fun pop open can?"

"Nope."

"Fine! I seem to be crazily addicted to your biscuits. So, I'll get up. Make Xander get up too."

Spike snatched the blankets away from Xander and yelled, "wake up" into Xander's ear. Xander didn't move.

"He's not waking up, pet. Biscuits getting cold."

"Hit him. It's what I do when the alarm doesn't work."

Spike sighed. "If only I could."

"Oh. Right. Move over." Anya crawled under Spike and slapped Xander upside the head."Xander?" Nothing. Anya hit him again.

Xander's eyes opened. "No. I'm finished." Xander rolled over to his other side, facing away from her. Anya slapped him again, all cheek. His eyes scrunched closed tight and he rolled back to face her, mumbling another "no".

Anya smiled at Spike. "That's very impressive don't you think? He wakes up and immediately goes back to sleep. I can't do that. Can you?"

"Yes. But he's very clever at it, as you say. Hit him again, luv, harder this time. Breakfast is getting cold." Spike back crawled down the bed.

"Sure." Anya punched Xander full on and hard.

"Hell, pet. Didn't want you to break him, just wake him."

"Mumph?" Xander whimpered, holding his chin.

"Hey! That hurt my hand!"

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"O An Anya wiggled in her chair. "These are *so* good, Spike. Why is that? I follow the same directions you do; follow the same steps and yet, they never taste as good. I'm stuck with the pop up can. Good thing I find it amusing if not as tasty."

"Yertooheavyhanded." Xander mumbled.

"What did you try to say, Xander? I didn't understand."

Xander took the ice pack from his face so he could speak. "You're too heavy handed, Ahn. Make 's the dough tough." He did his best to speak clearly, hampered by pain and puffy lips.

Anya rolled her eyes. "Like you're Mr. Biscuit Maker." Spike nudged the back of her head with his elbow as he passed. She swallowed and smiled at Xander. "You think that's it?" She took another bite. "Maybe. Spike has said good biscuits take a light touch. How's your face, honey?"

"Dandy. Except for the sore and swollen part from you *hitting* it." Xander glared at her. "You made me bite my tongue too!" He lisped, showing her his abused tongue.

Spike moved the ice pack back to Xander's chin. "Keep that on, you, or we'll be calling you Mr. Leno."

"Oh! That's a Jay Leno reference! He with the large chin and late night talk show." Anya grinned, nodding her head and taking a bite of bacon. She caught site of Xander's glare and decided to change the subject. "So? Spike? Doing anything today other than molesting the newspaper before I've had a chance to read it?"

Spike rattled the newspaper and then folded it against the 'fold'.

Anya gasped.

"Yep. Origami. With the newspaper. You?"

Anya began to choke and Xander helpfully hit her on the back with his icepack. "You're joking, yes? Because that's just mean, Spike. I *have* paper if you need paper to fold into silly shapes that don't look a thing like they are named to look like. Or yesterday's newspaper, which I've already read, is still in the recycle bin. I can get it for you if you'd like."

"Back on the chin, Xander." Spike said, ignoring Anya.

"Yes, Spike."

Anya reached out to move the unmolested portion of the daily news her way. "We could all go out."

"Yes, lets. Shall we take a morning jog in the morning sun?" Spike snickered from behind the paper.

"No. I only run when things are chasing me. And you'd burst into flames, Spike."

"Yep, I would."

Xander snickered from behind his ice pack.

"Oh. Being sarcastic. Fine. Well, if you want to exercise we can always use the gym in the basement."

Spike carefully folded the paper into its original folds. He handed it to Anya with all the flair of a waiter at a five star restaurant setting something on fire for his diner's amusement. "For you love." He smiled as she took it. "I don't believe I mentioned any desire to exercise." He paused. "In a gym."

"It'll be good for us."

"I'm wounded." Xander offered, removing his ice pack and quickly replacing it.

"You wont need to use your face, Xander."

"I get enough of a workout at *work*, thank you very much." He slurred with his puffy lips and bitten tounge.

"And I'm in perfect shape." Spike told her. Anya snorted at him. "As perfect as I'll ever be. Dead, pet. Remember? Read the paper, luv. Bad things have happened to good people, I know how you love that."

Xander snorted from behind his ice pack.

"I do not! Well, maybe I do, but only when it's funny. And then only when no one dies. And, and, well." She glared at them. "There aren't that many good people, anyway, so there. Perhaps that nasty old woman that uses our parking space to go sip coffee all day has died. Giles will never let me have her car towed." Anya quickly went to the obituaries. "Humm. I don't see her picture and I don't see her last name. Maybe tomorrow."

"We can hope, luv."

"We can also refrain from wishing death to those that are gonna die soon anyway. Our elders, people. A little respect?"

Spike and Anya just looked at him.

"What?" Xander snipped from behind his melting icepack.

Anya held up a hand, smiling at Spike and silently offering to field this one. "*Your* elder, Xander. Not really ours. She's a tiresome, mean little woman that comes in and fondles merchandise without ever buying anything. She knocks things over and doesn't pick them up, let alone pay for what she breaks. She's rude to me before I can be rude to her and then walks away before I can be rude back. She dresses without flair even for one so old. She parks in the stores' space and then goes to the library and the coffee house and stays there all day denying a space to customers that might spend money. She's evil, Xander. Oh, yes, its not the sucking the world into hell kind of evil, but the costing me of money kind of evil. And really, lets be honest about this, now. Is one evil so much worse than the other? Evil is evil, isn't it?"

Spike coughed, offended. He reached out to take the paper back.

Anya snatched it away without even taking her eyes from Xander's.

"You know what I mean." Anya waved Spike's and her years of evil deeds away with a toss of her hand.

Xander turned his still sympathetic to the old woman eyes on Spike.

Spike snorted. "She almost ran me over the other evening as she was cutting some sweet young mother in a minivan chock full of little ones off. I hope she gets some type of infection that rots her from the inside out."

Xander placed his ice pack on the table. "I can not condone this." He muttered. It came out garbled and comic spoken with his still swollen lips.

Anya giggled.

"Really!" Which, of course came out "Wewee", causing much more mirth.

Xander gave them a disgusted look. "You both suck." Which only added to the merriment, of course.

Spike did his best to school his features into the shape of proper regret.

He failed spectacularly and Xander just rolled his eyes at him.

"Aw, pet. Sorry. Yer right. I suck. Let me show you." Spike dropped down and disappeared beneath the table.

Xander's eyes got big.

"Oh!" Anya's eyes widened and she blinked at Xander before she smiled and nodded her head. "And I suck too! I'll go with Spike, because I'm so bad and awful." Anya dropped beneath the table.

"So, I guess that whole morning after the night before conversation I was sorta worried about is a no go, huh? We're just gonna-oh." Xander felt his pajama bottoms being tugged and then torn away, leaving him bare-assed on the chair. Next he felt a cool hand on his cock and a warm one on his balls as whispers and giggles came from beneath the table. "Okay. Yeah. That's a dumb conversation anyway. We don't need that conversation. Oh! Yes. Lets just keep doing what we're doing." Xander scooted closer to the edge of his chair. "You guys are the best. The very *best*."

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