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Spikey The Snow-Vamp	By : EmeraldGrey Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > Slash - Male/Male > Spike(William)/Xander > Spike(William)/Xander Views: 2938 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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***********************************************************giggle* Psst! U R still at Buffy's house, okay?

Good, then, on with the show!****

Willow shut off the black small hand held recorder. This had been the third time that she had listened to Anya's voice, as it explained in precise detail..(cause, duh..Anya was SO precise..!)

She had recorded the Vengeance Demon earlier, as Anya had told a stunned Buffy, a laughing Dawn, and a shocked Willow, everything that both the Vampire & the Human had dreamed.

The 'Heart's Desire' dream spell had worked it's magics and now, the 'rest' was resting in her hand.

A pretty little smile played on her mouth, as she recalled what had happened later that evening..or was it earlier this morning? Never-the-less, Dawn had been so funny, so smug, as she had held out her little hand, demanding payment. Reluctantly, Anya had fished out a crumpled twenty from her back pocket, mumbled something about Paris & stupid dream stealing Vampires, and, 'whoosh'..was gone. Buffy too dug out a small wad..mostly twenties..and had slapped it into the smirking Teen's outstretched hand, and, then flounced out of Willows room, her pretty features twisted into a scowl, mouth grim, her long blonde hair bouncing.

Willow had laughed, congratulated Dawn, and opening up her purse, had handed the girl her twenty as well.

Once she had watched Dawn 'Snoopy Dance' her way out of her room, the fanned out 'green' clutched tightly in her small hands, she had closed the door...

Sighing deeply, the 'mask' melted..and she let the tears fall.

No one, not even Xander could understand the depths of her grief.

Goddess! She missed Tara.....So much it hurt!..And, she felt so guilty at times.

To be the one left alive,...To breath, to live..

Taking a couple of ragged deep breaths, she admonished herself sternly.

Ggrrr, enough wallowing in it, Willow!

This is for Xander.

Her famous 'resolve' face soon replaced the sad one.

Dammit all!

If SHE could no longer hold and have her 'Heart's Desire'..

Then, by GODDESS! She would move 'dimensions' if she had to, to see that Xander had his!

And, IF one 'snarky,- Billy- Idol,- wanna- be- newly -soul'd,- chipped, -sexy as- hell- bleached- blonde- Vampire was that 'Desire' of her Xanders little 'heart', then, he WOULD have HIM!

She softly smiled, resolve face melting..into a full blown Willow grin.

Course, it sure had helped when she'd found out that her Xan was the 'ying' to the Vampire's 'yang', recalling Anya's vivid descriptions of the after-math of her stupid ass getting caught.

"Psht! Ya ask for ONE little favor..But, OH no, her dumb ass just had to go and get caught!" Willow snorted.

As she laid down on top of her covers that she once shared with Tara..so long ago...She turned on the small device with a 'click', closing her eyes, promising that she would find a way.. There had to be a spell, something to make what she was again listening to, come true.

She couldn't help but giggle as she listened to Anya describe the guys perfect Holiday ideas of a very 'Buffy' centered Thanksgiving & Christmas...

Out loud she said.."Oh Goddess! Xander, Spike, IF you think Buffy is THAT good a cook, YOU MUSTA' BEEN A DREAMIN'!"

And, then she winced when she heard Buffys indignant.."HEY!"

And Dawns belly laugh.

She found it rather odd, that in The Thanksgiving one, Giles was not there.. and in the Christmas one he was, as well as...Oz.

Willow quickly dismissed that, determined to explore it further at another time. For now.. She would just listen again, as Anya told of their secret wishes and dreams.

Willow had no idea that Xander even knew what a 'Cornucopia' was, let alone how to use it in a metaphor, like the ones he gave about seeing Buffy, and then seeing Spike.

Willow blushed. And whew, hand her a glass of cold water! Those sex scenes..wow.

To look at or hear them both, one would never guess the hidden desires they each did possess for the other.

It just proved to her once again, Xander LaVelle Harris was not as 'duh' as he led everyone to believe.

Hell, she'd had to get out the dictionary and show the Slayer just what the word 'Cornucopia' meant!

Cor.nu.co.pi.a.. 1.a horn containing food and drink in endless supply, associated in classical mythology with the horn of the goat Amalthea...2. a representation of this horn, used as a symbol of abundance..3. an abundant, overflowing supply..4. a horn-shaped or conical receptacle or ornament.

Willow snorted again.

"In friggin' grade school it is something you color and cut out at Thanksgiving for craps sake! Right along with a little Indian & a little Pilgrim... I thought EVERYONE knew what that word meant!" She snarked loudly.

"I CAN HEAR YOU, YOU KNOW!" Came Buffy's angry un-asked for reply from her room.

"HELL-OO! Slayer here?! Super hearing? DUH!?" She added, her pretty voice dripping with her usual amount of sarcastic goodness.

Dawn laughed again, only this time, it ended with a squeak, and a "BUFFY!, ow!"

"My hair!" Buffy screeched.

"Let GO!...ow!..ow!" Dawn bellowed.

Willow shrugged her shoulders, it was good to see the two sisters bonding again. Shrugging once again, she went back to her musings.

She had also been a bit confused at Buffy's behavior.

Willow KNEW it was not the money.. And, yeah, Buffy sure hated to loose any bets... But, it was something else.. Something.. Willow sat up with a jerk.

She clapped a slender hand over her mouth.

Buffy was Jealous of Xander!

It had to be..Cause, Spike had not mentioned her in anyway but friendly in 'both' dreams!

And, neither had Xander!

Getting the Thanksgiving one had been a piece of cake for Anya.

Xander had, had to work for the Holiday, very, very late. He had called Willow earlier that day, telling her how he had to go unexpectedly out of town to fix some last minute screw up of one of HIS crew. He had not been able to hide it, (although he HAD tried) because Xander was very upset to have to miss this Buffy's first attempt at a Holiday dinner in a few years.

Xander had told her that the others on his crew..(mostly single guys like himself) were gonna grab something together, later, after the job was through, and, if that meant working through dinner, then, oh, well. And, he had Oh, by the way'd Willow, and asked her to check up on Spike. Then, (heh) he'd left the room number and phone number to where he was staying at.

Piece of cake...

Willow had agreed, and then, Xander was gone, and Willow had been left holding a phone, and a heart full of memories.

Anya had reluctantly done as she had been bid. She had later insisted that the information gathered had been a 'fluke'... Because, In her opinion, NO way was Xander interested in Spike, nor was Spike interested in Xander, and that the spell (cause, duh, it was Willow's..) had some how gone 'wonky'.

Willow giggled as she remembered Xanders attitude on the phone Thanksgiving morning.. ".And as for Spike, the "Un-Dead menace," He had said.

That had been Xander's exact words not hers..

Cause, hey, even though he'd tried to kill her, them, many times..Willow would always have a soft spot in her heart for the Vampire.

So, well, Spike, well, let's just say Spike had been thoroughly pickled, and sawing logs, making the Vengeance Demons job so easy!

But, Anya had declared even more loudly, something went wrong..The spell was screwy.

And, Dawn had pouted till she got her way. So much in fact, Buffy had bet her little sister right then and there , that the next dream, was a 'double', double, double or nothing.. She had BEEN so SURE, that both men still harbored secret thoughts, desires of her. HA!...

And, then...

"HA!..HA, HA, HA........HA!"

Had been Dawns exact obnoxious reply, as Buffy paid her debt.

Willow could not help but laugh..Sometimes, Buffy was just a tad too high up there on that pretty white horse of hers..

Ok, enough already about Buffy, horses, bets and other stuff. She needed to concentrate on finding a spell, a spell that could make it all better between a certain Master Vampire and a certain Construction Foreman.

Willow got up, and walked to her bookshelves, and, as she spied the one she was looking for, she slipped it off the shelf, and sitting back down on her bed, began to carefully leaf through the fragile pages, in search of the spell.

***************************************************** *giggle* Pst! Now, you are back at Xander's & Spike's..Hm, I likey how that sounds, don't you?!*** <g>

Xander yawned widely, as the shrill bell of his phone awoke him from a really good dream.

Trouble was, he could not remember much, except it had to do with Chevy Chase, and riding in the little cartoon sleigh with Santa, and Spike was dressed as Santa, then him and Spike had fallen asleep in each others arms..and...

"GAH!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Xander's yell had startled the Vampire.

Who now lay on the floor, on TOP of him, in full game face, glaring evil gold eyes and all.

Xander quickly noticed a few things.

1. Spike was shirtless.

2. HE was pantless, with only his boxers on.

3. Spike had on HIS black jeans, the one's that Xander could SWEAR the Vampire wore, just to freak him out.

They were low cut, with Bon Jovi rips in them, no, scratch that, make that like the rips Joe Elliot of Def Leppard used to wear in his 'Pour Some Sugar on Me' Video. Double, triple GAH!

"Harris" Spike growled, "What tha fuck kinda wake up call is this?"

Xander just looked up at him, his eyes were kinda glazed over.

Spike was mad. Xander had promised him a nice brekkie IF he agreed to accompany the mortal to any and every place of his choosing today, so he could (shudder) Christmas shop for the 'gang'.

Of course as soon as the sun set..

Otherwise, vampire flambee' or mark HIS Christmas gifts..TO: BIG PILE OF DUST

Xander was gonna make those omelettes in that little special smokeless grill he'd won at his Company picnic this last Summer.

Spike loved the way Xander cooked them. They had eggs, three types of cheese, and ham, crunchy bacon, and steak strips, onions, and green peppers, and they were killer good!

Xander had laughingly called them 'Cardiac Specials' when after two of em, Spike had asked what the name of this egg stuff was.

He even had a version of it called 'Cardiac breakthroughs' that used hashbrowns instead of eggs. Spike loved it all! Not that he would tell the human so, he usually just grumped at him when Xander offered him any foodstuffs.

And try as he could, Spike just could not stay out of Xander's cheezy-chips. Just like those mini marshmallows that he loved in warm blood or hot chocolate, cheezy-chips were just as addictive. Spike could nibble through a bag full of em, even before the last credits on Passions, (his favorite soap on the telly) rolled.

Spike was confused, Xander had been acting so weird, even more so than usual, ever since he got back from his little out of town work jaunt. It had been right after Thanksgiving.

In fact, it had been a couple of days after, that Spike had noticed some really peculiar behavior. Xander had been jumpier and snarkier than usual. So much so that at the last Scooby meeting, Willow had separated the two after Xander had threatened to pull off Spikes' head, and Spike had snarked, "depends on which 'ed you were referin' to luv." And had done that 'tongue thing' and then leered at the red-faced guy.

Xander had tackled Spike and sent the books flying off the table, and knocked over some chairs, just to get to his nemesis. Which of course he did not pronounce correctly, leaving the door wide open for more Spikey humor, at the cost of Xander's pride. Yep, the boy sure has been acting the whacko lately.

In fact, if Spike had not known for sure that Xander was NOT a woman, he would of sworn that the boy was PMS'n. And, Christ in a tea kettle, what the fuck was last night all about? Anya, and something about dreams, thoughts? Spike did not like this, not one bit! He had hated seeing his Nummy so upset, and he hated that he felt that way.

He was not supposed to pity his food! Nor have very erotic dreams about it!

But, for some reason, he had not thought of the Slayer, her Watcher, or any of the 'Scoobies' as food, for quite some time. Especially, the tasty mortal he had underneath him.

Now, here he was glaring down at him..And Xander well, he was looking up at Spike as if he'd never seen him before!

Gah! Xander thought, nekid Spike, well, he MIGHT as well be! Damn stupid naughty jeans! Xander could feel the other mans morning wood tapping against his own. Okay, Xander was squicked now. But in a good way, not a bad way, and look, Spike had such a pretty mouth...He really was a very pretty Vampire. Much prettier than Angel was. Xander wondered how that mouth would feel. Would it be soft, firm,?

Spike was a bit worried, what if he'd bumped his head? Shaking away his game face, Spike got up off of the startled Human, allowing him to answer the annoying phone.

Xander sat up, and took the hand that Spike was holding out to him, slowly.

The bell kept ringing.

As he found himself face to face with the Vampire, it all came rushing back...and, the bell peeled again.

When Spike had shook off his game face, animalistic golden eyes became....Piercing blue eyes, quietly regarded him as well.

fuck it..

Xander decided to let the answering machine get it.

HEY! YOU HAVE REACHED THE XAN-MAN!

I'M NOT HERE RIGHT NOW, BUT LEAVE ME A MESSAGE,

AND, I'LL GET RIGHTBACKATCHA..

WAIT FOR THA' BEEP!

BBBBBBEEEEEEEPPPPPP!

"HARRIS! Keith Owens here!..Harris! I KNOW you�re home Nimrod, pick up the phone, asshole!....Harris!..Harris?" Said a deep voice.

"Shit, shit, shit!" Xander mumbled, as he dropped the offered hand and backed up, turned and stepped barefooted on spilled cheezy chips, tripping over the blanket he had found himself tangled in, along with the sexy Vampire he'd woken up to.

Still muttering under his breath, he picked up his clear phone, and after pushing the 'release' button on his answering machine, said, "Yeah?"

"Harris!" The voice rushed out with obvious relief at finding him home.

Xander subconsciously ran a large hand through his rumpled sable-onyx colored locks.

He needed a hair cut, bad.

As he scratched his ass, and stretched, he waited for the other man to let him know just why he had disturbed him and his Vampire's slumber. And, OMG! had he JUST referred to the 'Bleached Menace' as HIS!?

"Keith!" Xander barked. Will ya just get to the FUCKIN' point already? S'm tryin' ta get my beauty sleep! Xander hid the grin at Keith's spluttered reply.

Xander knew the handsome Construction Crew Chief worker had a 'thing' for him, but in no way had he tried to encourage it.

"S..Sure, um, hey, I was wondering if.."

Xander knew what was coming. Shit. They had fucked up his Thanksgiving... THEY WERE so NOT gonna MESS up his CHRISTMAS!

"No." Xander said dully.

"But, But,.." Keith began. Xander quickly decided to nip this in it's bud.

"Look, Keith? Um, I, I mean Me, and my crew? We did the grunt work thing already.

We deserve some rest, and I already told my boys that I don't wanna see their ugly ass's until January 6th at the latest! So, no matter what you say, or Jonsey says, or even Jack, fuck it! I'm on Vacation! Merry Christmas, Happy New Year, goodbye!"

And with that, he slammed down the phone.

Spike was stunned. Yeah, he'd heard the boy get bitchy with his work mates before, but never had he heard him be so rude!

It was so far out of Xander's Scoobie-Doo goodie-goodie left field, Spike was wondering just who the hell it was, puttering around in the kitchen fixing him breakfast.

Xander was whistling. And humming.

Spike chuckled. It was a Christmas song. It was the theme to one of the many movies they had watched before falling asleep in each others arms.

Xander felt good, he felt free. He was feeling very surreal at the moment as he paused and looked at his life.

The sizzle of the bacon jarred him out of his thoughts. The aroma of the omelettes & hashbrowns were very tantalizing. Soon, he had a guest at his table.

As Spike sat down, he sniffed appreciatively, big grin on his face. Xander had buggered off a work mate for HIM!

Xander had poured himself and Spike large tall glasses of OJ and had fixed some toast to go with the Cardiac Specials, and the Cardiac Breakthroughs he knew the Vampire loved.

When the microwave beeped, Xander took out the Vampire's sustenance, closing the door with his elbow.

Xander sat the grey ceramic mug of warmed blood down in front of Spike, and then sat himself down and started to eat. He had tucked a few bites away, when he looked up and found the Vampire just staring at him.

"So, " Spike began, looking directly at Xander. "Anything you'll be wantin' ta share?"

Xander just blushed, and ducking down his head, keep on eating. "Spike, eat it before it gets cold." Muttered the human.

Spike knew that evasive maneuver. Hells he had a few of his own. But, this could wait.

"Right," Spike muttered, picking up his fork and taking a big bite of the delicious eggs and hashbrown mixture.

He took a big gulp of his orange juice, drained his cup of blood and watched as Xander ate his own food.

The rest of the meal was spent in silence. Verbally that is, not non-verbal.

Mentally, their minds were racing.

Then looking up at the same time, they spoke.

"Er, Spike, look, um, if you.."

"Ah, Xander, about last night, I.."

Then, they froze, looked down at their plates, looked up again, then drank some more juice, draining the glasses.

Spike jumped up, grabbing Xanders and his glass. "More juice Harris?" He asked.

Xander blushed.

Spike groaned inwardly as he came to realization at his choice of words.

He opened up the white refrigerator, grabbed the carton of juice, poured them both a glass full, put it up, shut the door, and set the glass back down in front of Xander. Smiling a shaky smile, he told him thanks for brekkie.

Spike after draining his own glass, walked uncomfortably to his room.

As Spike closed his door, Xander sighed and finished his own 'brekkie' alone. Inwardly groaning, Well Harris that certainly went well!

NOT!

Xander toyed with his fork as he again relived the most incredible set of dreams he'd ever had in his entire 21 year old existence.

A small smile played on his mouth, heh, him and Spike...Yeah right, he mumbled, taking one last fork-full of food and eating the last slice of toast. He chewed thoughtfully as he got up and collecting the dirty dishes, placed them in the sink.

"Hey, numb-nuts!" He yelled to his roommate, "It's your turn to wash dishes!" He added with a laugh.

"Yeah, okay," Came the muffled reply. "Just let me catch a few first Mate, then I'll do em, right?!"

Xander felt like grabbin' a 'few' himself, so he stumbled back to his own bed, not even bothering to reply, or to shut his door.

Falling face down on his mattress, he sighed a little sigh, and tried to climb back into those elusive dreams. Within minutes, he was happy again.

When Spike could tell the human had gone back to sleep, he threw back his covers,

and began to take care of the big problem his overactive imagination had left him to deal with.

As he stroked his long length, he played his finger tips slowly up and down the thick shaft, fondling his balls, and then bringing both hands up and down, he built towards his orgasm.

His grip tightened slightly as he slowly cupped one hand and ran it up and over the weeping mushroom head, as his other hand pumped up and down the shaft.

He then tickled the slit with his finger tips and traced them around the rim of his cockhead. Palming the head in small circles, he began stepping up the rhythm of his wank. Alternating between pulling on his small pale pink nipples, and his hard cockmeat.

Biting his full bottom lip, he closed his blue eyes as he imagined it was Xanders hot wet mouth taking him to the pleasure zone, and not his own hands.

Opening up his eyes, he looked over to his small night stand, grabbed a couple of mauve tissues and after cleaning him self off, he tossed the mess into his little white wicker trash basket, making the shot, laid back down and tried to find those marvelous dreams. The dreams where he and Xander were a couple and everything was so beautiful.

When next he awoke, it was to a grinning Xander, who was in his face smirking, "Rise an shine Blondie! Let's go shoppin'!"

Spike blinked, yawned adorably and said, "Hand me 'me pants pet."

Xander tossed the Vampire a clean pair of plain black jeans, and a clean black tee-shirt.

As he went out the door, he tossed over his shoulder, "Hey, got you some heated blood ready and waiting on the table, and ah, hurry up will ya? Night times a wastin'."

Spike just grumbled as he stepped into his jeans and pulled the shirt over his head.

He sat down and slipped grey socks on then pulled on and fastened up his Doc Martins.

After running a comb through his hair, he then slid into a red silk shirt and after quickly putting it on, he grabbed his black duster, smokes and favorite silver lighter.

Smiling, he soon found himself whistling the tune that he'd heard Xander doing earlier.

As he came around the corner putting on his duster and his stuff into his inside pockets, he found Xander bouncing on his toes waiting anxiously for him.

He looked too cute! He had on a grey sweater, and black jeans and his gold/brown leather coat. As he looked at Spike his brown eyes were sparkling.

He looked so damn happy! Spike thought. Just like in those dreams.

And at that moment, Spike realized something. Xander was not as irritating as he tried to be. In fact, truth be told? Spike was looking forward to the little 'shopping spree of hell' as Xander had laughingly called it. As he had explained to Spike the fun of participating in the Christmas Tradition that was Mall shopping.

Spike walked into the kitchen and drained the mug of warmed blood that Xander had left for him. He noticed that the dishes had been washed and put away. He shook his head and smiled fondly.

"Ya did the dishes? Thought ya said it was my turn."

"It was, you owe me."

Spike thought of several things he could do to repay Xander and smiled evilly.

"Right then, ready to go?"

"Yeah, lets jet"

As both men left the apartment, Xander closed and locked the door behind him.

***************

"Bloody Hell! Watch out Xander!" Spike yelled, as the huge truck came barreling towards them. Xander zigged, just as the truck zagged, and quicky pulled off to the side of the road to catch his breath and to check on Spike.

As he ran his hands all over the vampire, Spike could smell the worry and genuine concern the human had for him. Spike in turn was worried about Xander as well.

Xander, once satisfied that his vampire was fine, drew a deep shaky breath and signaling, pulled back into the traffic.

The rest of the drive to the mall was done in silence.

When they got to the parking lot, Xander quickly found a spot, but had to wait, to him what had seemed forever, for the mother with the baby. After she pulled out, Xander moved right in and parked his car.

He was so excited! He was gonna go shopping. Finally, this was gonna be a Christmas where he did not have to worry about what he spent!

Hells, he was even gonna buy his Mom and old man a gift, Uncle Rory too! With the money he still had from the 'Honeymoon that never was', and the more than generous Thanksgiving bonus, and his Christmas bonus, this was gonna be fun!

Spike looked over at Xander and smiled. He loved seeing his Pet so happy. And, he did not even flinch when Xander walked close and rubbed shoulders with him, and then circling his shoulder with a heavy arm, had hugged him.

"Spike!" Xander said happily, his golden brown orbs practically glowing.

"Spike ole buddy o' mine, let's commence ta' shopping!" He crowed, as they pushed their way through the heavy crowd, and through one of the huge sets of double doors.

Spike was in awe.

The cathedral ceilings, and the many shops were decorated up for the holidays.

The music was happy and very festive. The colors of red and green, and everything in between. fake snow, fake trees, Christmas music. The gay tune of Frosty the Snow man filled the air.

And, did Xander just giggle?

"Oi!" Spike asked, annoyed that the whelp might be laughing at him.

"Share the love Harris, " Spike said dryly, "What's so bleedin' funny, hmm?" Spike stood there, hands on hips, refusing to take not one more step, until he knew just what was going on. He had spent many years being the brunt of Angelus's Darla's even Dru's jokes. They had laughed at his numerous screw ups, and he'd be DAMMED, if he was gonna let that happen again! And CERTAINLY not with a HUMAN! Especially THIS human!

Xander watched Spikes face carefully. Or as carefully as one could while being mauled by other shoppers in a hurry to nowhere.

He could see that Spike was upset, but what he had done to cause it, puzzled him.

So, Xander decided to take a leap of faith, and, reaching out, he offered his hand to the vampire, palm out, and smiled at him.

"Come on Spike! Hold my hand so we don't get separated, k?"

Spike reared back and looked at Xander as if he'd just lost his mind.

Xander Harris, wanted to hold hands with him? In public? Okay, I'd best ring up Rupert and call Red and the Slayer, cause I'm dammed sure that a bloody Apocalypse is a commin'!

Xander just looked at the smirking vampire and waited, his hand still out stretched, waiting.

And after what seemed like forever to them both, he sighed, reaching out clasping the offered hand, closing his own around it, and cherishing the warmth from it and the wave of arousal that came from Xander, because of it.

Xander just smiled and said, "Hey Spike, I'm hungry, Chinese sound good to you?" Spike could only nod. "Ready? Okay then, lets go!" They started walking briskly toward the food court.

At Spike's nod, he went on, "See I thought we'd grab a bite now, then hit the stores.

I wanna be sure and go to Hot Topic and Spencer's, oh, and there are a couple of shops where I promise ya buddy, it will just be about you and me, k? Sound design has this cool new video hand held controller and I wanted to look at them, oh and remember when I said we were gonna get an X Box? Well, Spikey, today's that day!"

Spike had to smile, he had missed Xander babble.

"We'll get some games for it too, sound good bud?" Xander looked over at Spike,

"You're being awfully quiet, things okay? Oh, and, um, you like sweet and sour chicken? Hey Spike, you know how to use chopsticks? Willow has tried and tried to show me, for some reason I just can't do it right. Could you show me?" Xander had looked at him hopefully.

To say Spike was dumbfounded would of been putting it way too mildly.

It was just like that bloody dream! From the near truck mishap, to the mall trip, and now, they were gonna have sweet and sour chicken! With chopsticks? Too bloody unreal!

As they rounded the corner, the smell of freshly baked foods of every type assaulted their noses.

Xander practically dragging Spike to the Oriental one, pulled them both in line.

He eagerly ordered Sweet and sour chicken meals for them both and large sweet teas. After paying for everything, he and Spike found a table and set down to eat.

Spike patiently showed Xander the way to hold his chopsticks.

He demonstrated the technique the best way he knew how and was pleased, as Xander finally managed to get more of the food in his mouth than on his lap, or his grey sweater.

Pretty soon, Xander was swingin' sticks like a pro.

"Spike, look, I'm doin' it! I'm really eating Chinese food, with chop sticks, an not a fork!" Xander crowed happily, his mouth full and his pretty brown eyes glittering.

Spike smiled at Xander and replied, "Yeah Pet, lookit you, I think you were puttin' me on." Spike teased gently, beaming with pride at Xander's accomplishment.

As they finished their meal, Spike handed Xander his fortune cookie and then picked up his own.

After they tore off the cellophane wrappers with their teeth, they each cracked open their hollow crunchy little vanilla treats, pulling out the tiny messages inside.

Quickly they scanned it's contents, then looking up at each other they said,"What's your's say?"

"Spike, " said Xander smiling and mumbling through a mouth full of crunchy cookie, "you go first."

Spike returning the smiled, said, "right then, um, let's see, "To find your Heart's desire, you must find that what is hidden inside your heart." Spike laughed, and said, "Okay whelp, your turn." As he popped his own cookie in his mouth, crunching happily.

Xander smiled back at him, and read, "'That which is so sought after, can only be found once you've opened your heart, take a good look around." Xander too laughed.

Spike put his inside his jeans pocket and watched with interest, as Xander did the same.

As both men drained their teas to the ice and after they cleared off their table and had dumped their trash into the waste can, Xander had once again held out his hand.

This time, there was no hesitation as Spike put it inside his own.

***tbc***
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