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Adventures in House-Sitting	By : WhiskeyMeteor Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > Slash - Male/Male > Spike(William)/Xander > Spike(William)/Xander Views: 2425 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Adventures In House-Sitting
Author: Whiskey Meteor
Email address: tartapplewedges@hotmail.com
Fandom: BtVS
Pairing(s): Spike/Xander
Category: Drama-Angst
Challenge: Your characters are stuck together, trapped somewhere... anywhere... whether it's fallen into an abandoned mine, lost over a cliff or in a deep crevasse, locked in a rundown warehouse, or the ever-popular stuck in a broken-down elevator. Do they have any hope of rescue? How will they survive until that rescue arrives, and whatever will they do to pass the time?
Warnings: Season 6, roughly after �Entropy�
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Spike and Xander are trapped in Buffy�s house together, thanks to a plot cooked up by the Troika boys.
Author's Notes: Thanks to Karen for the beta:)

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Friday

11:26a.m.

Xander packed the last of the suitcases into the back of Buffy�s car, and closed the hatch back with a heavy thud. "All packed up," he announced, rubbing his hands together. "You�re ready to hit the road."
Buffy smiled at him warily. "Xan, are you sure you don�t mind house-sitting while we�re gone?"
He shrugged and waved a hand dismissively. The female scoobies had decided to take a weekend-shopping-getaway, and Xander had offered to take care of the Summers� house while they were gone. "I could use some *me* time anyway," he explained.
Willow and Tara came out of the house, hand in hand, and joined the Buffy and Dawn at the car. Xander smiled; the two women had got back together shortly after his failed wedding. "Everybody here?" Willow asked.
Buffy grinned. "You�re here, Tara�s here, I�m here, Dawn�s in the car... I�d say that makes us all here."
Willow relinquished Tara�s hand to pull Xander into a hug. "Are you sure you�ll be okay?" she asked.
A car window rolled down and Dawn stuck her head out. "Can we go now, please?" she begged. "We�re losing valuable shopping time."
Xander pushed the trio of women toward the car. "Go on. Shop," he commanded congenially. "I�ll be fine."

11:30a.m. In a basement somewhere on the other side of town.

Jonathan frowned, wrinkling the bridge of his nose. "Explain to me how this is going to work again?" he asked.
"We�ve been through this," Warren sighed testily. "You do your little spell-," he jabbed a finger at Jonathan, "and then Andrew summons up a nice demon for us-,"
"A *mean* one," Andrew interjected in an impatient whine. The two other men turned and stared at him confusedly. "The demon," Andrew explained. "You said I�d summon a *nice* demon, but it has to be a *mean* one, or else it..." he trailed off and pouted, silenced by a reprimanding glare from Warren.
Warren nodded and turned back to Jonathan. "And then we send the demon to the slayer�s house and-,"
"Wait," Andrew interrupted again. "Do you want me to summon the demon *here*, and then send it to Buffy�s place... or should I just summon it directly to-,"
"Andrew?" Warren cut in. Andrew raised his eyebrows expectantly, and Warren finished, "Shut up."
Jonathan shook his head, wrinkling his nose with another frown. "I just don�t understand *why* we�re doing this..." he mused.
Warren rolled his eyes. "Because she�s our enemy?" He balled his hand into a fist and rapped his knuckles lightly on the top of Jonathan�s head. "Anybody home in there?" Jonathan pulled back, the faintest trace of a reproachful sneer on his face. Warren shrugged. "I don�t understand what you�re not getting here," he said. "Buffy�s good. We�re bad."
Hesitantly, Jonathan nodded. "Okay," he said. "It�ll work better if I do the spell right beside her house. I�ll get my supplies..." He continued to mutter to himself quietly as he set off gathering items from around the basement. Andrew and Warren exchanged a brief, triumphant look before moving to help the other man...

12:50a.m. A crypt in the cemetery.

Spike woke with a start, covered in a cool sheen of sweat. He�d dreamt about her again. The slayer. Buffy. It was always the same. More of a memory than a dream, really.
They�re standing outside of the Magic Box, Buffy, Xander, Anya and him. But the others don�t really matter. All that matters is the look on Her face. Hurt, betrayal, mild disappointment. And he knows that it really is over. She�ll never take him back, no matter what. It makes his heart ache. It�s the pain in his chest that wakes him, the physical manifestation of his loss-- of realising what he had and how he�ll never have it again.
He rose from the bed and dressed, knowing that it was hours until sunset, but not wanting to try for sleep again. Like a cat in a cage Spike paced his crypt, waiting. When the sun went down, he�d go to her house. Not to beg or plead. Just to watch. Somehow seeing her happy, just doing home things with her friends, eased the pain around the vampire�s heart. But for now, with the sun still high in the sky above, all Spike could do was wait and pace impatiently...

6:30p.m. 1630 Ravello Drive, the living room.

Xander sank down onto Buffy�s couch, a full bowl of popcorn settled in his lap. He sighed contentedly and flipped on the television. Although he was almost guiltily enjoying his estrogen-free time, the big, quiet house felt just a little bit strange. So as the sky slowly darkened into a rich, navy-blue, he sat on the couch munching on his popcorn and let the television chase away the unsettling silence.

7:08p.m. 1630 Ravello Drive, the front lawn

t;Tht;This is stupid," Jonathan hissed. "She�s gonna see us."
"Jonathan�s right," Andrew whined, "we�re all... exposed. Can�t we hide in the bushes or something?"
Warren scowled, "She�s not gonna see us, you idiots, it�s dark." He pointed a finger accusingly at each man in turn, "But if you�re not quiet, she�ll *hear* us." Jonathan rolled his eyes, and Andrew fidgeted. Warren rubbed his hands together anxiously. "Now are you sure this is going to work?" he asked.
Andrew nodded curtly. "Absolutely," he said, and then shot a glance at Jonathan. "Well, my part anyway." He crossed his arms over his chest, closed his eyes and recited Warren�s instructions, "Wait �till the spell is done, then summon the big nasty." He opened his eyes and cocked his head to the side curiously. "Shouldn�t we make sure she�s home first?" he asked.
Warren waved a hand in front of Andrew�s face. "Hello?" he asked. "Are you *blind*?" Andrew pouted. "The TV�s on in the living room. She�s home," Warren explained, and then turned to Jonathan. "What about you?" he asked. "The spell�s gonna work, right?"
Jonathan nodded darkly, "Once the spell is cast, and Andrew sends his demon in..." He shrugged. "They�ll be trapped inside. *Nothing* can go in or out of the house until the spell is broken."
"What about the wicca chicca?" Andrew ventured. "Couldn�t she just... break the spell?"
"No," Jonathan shook his head resolutely, "the *only* way to break the spell is to make the demon happy."
Andrew wrinkled his nose. "Yeah... I don�t get that."
Warren sighed irritably, "When a demon makes a kill it sends off this cloud of supernatural energy... kind of like... getting off," he shrugged, "mystically."
Jonathan snorted. "Good analogy," he said dryly.
Warren ignored him. "And that energy is what breaks the spell."
"What if Buffy just kills the demon?" Andrew ventured.
"She won�t be able to," Jonathan interjected. "It�s part of the spell-- it sort of sucks human life." He cast a quick glance at the house behind them. "After a few hours trapped in there... she won�t have the energy to kill whatever we send in after her." He gave a small smile. "Even if she could fend off the demon-- or if she tried to hide or something-- after a few days the spell will kill her anyway."
Silence descended around the trio, and in the growing dark they quickly went to work getting ready to set their plan in motion.

7:15p.m.

Spike strode silently and purposefully down the street towards Buffy�s house. His night was all planned out- he�d watch her for a while, make sure she looked happy and safe... and then he�d go kill something. Preferably something large and hairy that would put up a good fight, make him bruise and bleed and feel something other than the knot of hurt deep in his chest.
After rounding a corner onto Ravello drive, the vampire stopped short. There, huddled together on the slayer�s front lawn, were three young men. After a moment, recognition hit-- Warren, Jonathan and Andrew-- the three idiots who�d been giving the slayer so much trouble lately... and it looked like they were up to it again. ~Well, there go my plans for the evenin�~ Spike thought. ~Better go warn the slayer.~ Easily keeping out of sight in the darkness, Spike slunk around to the back of the house. He mounted the back steps and then hesitated for a moment, looking at the back door. The vampire cocked his head to the cur curiously; he was almost certain he�d just seen the door shimmer, like a wave of some ethereal energy had passed over it. Cautiously, he extended a hand and poked the door. It felt like a door. He shrugged, writing it off as a trick of moonlight and tired eyes. He pushed open the door and strode inside.

7:16p.m.

"Okay, it�s done," Jonathan exclaimed, strain evident in his voice. "Send in your demon."
"Question," Andrew asked. "Not that I�m worried that I can�t do it... but how will we know if the demon is actually in the house?"
"When the spell is first triggered," Jonathan explained, "the house will glow red for about a minute."
Frowning up at the house, Warren extended a shaky finger. "Like that?" he asked quietly.
Jonathan glanced at the house. "Yeah like- AAH!" gla glanced back to Warren, panicked. "But it can�t do that, I don�t understand..."
Warren gritted his teeth and ran his hands over his hair. "I can�t believe you guys screwed this uuot;uot; he hissed.
"Hey," Andrew whined, "I didn�t screw anything up. I never got a chance to."
Warren turned a wrathful stare on Andrew, but Jonathan stepped abruptly between them. "Calm down, okay?" he said. "Only a demon can set the spell off. Does it really matter if it�s a demon that *we* summoned?"
Warren�s glare softened and he took step back. "You�re right," he conceded, and gave a maniacal smile. "It would have been nice if it was something *we* sent that killed her... But as long as she�s dead, who cares."

7:20p.m.

Xander heard the back door close, and rose quickly from the couch. "Hello?" he called, tiptoeing into the kitchen. "I didn�t order any-," he cut himself off as he flicked on the light, illuminating the kitchen and a slightly apprehensive looking vampire. "Spike," Xander said impatiently. "What are you doing here?"
"Nice to see you too, Harris." Spike smirked. "I was just in the neighborhood and-,"
"She�s not here," Xander cut in. "And even if she was, she wouldn�t want to see you."
The smirk vanished from the vampire�s face. "Oh," he said, "she�s not here?"
Xander crossed his arms over his chest. "No she�s not." He frowned. "The girls went on a shopping trip. They�ll be gone all weekend." Spike shifted his weight from one foot to the other, but made no move to leave. Xander glared. "So... go away?" he suggested.
Spike sighed, suppressing the urge to leave Xander un-warned to the possible danger sitting outside the house. "Look, the three super-nerds are on the front lawn doin� somethin�."
Xander let his arms drop to his sides. "They�re right outside?" he asked. "What are they doing?"
"Don� know." Spike shrugged and turned, heading for the door. "Jus� thought I�d warn you." He reached out and grasped the doorknob, but the moment he touched it, he yelped in pain and quickly withdrew his hand. "Bloody door knob..." He glare the the offending knob for a moment, and then back at Xander. "What�s this, then? Some new way to keep me away?"
Shaking his head in confusion, Xander crossed to the door. "Nothing we did," he offered. "What happened?"
"Touched the door knob and the bugger burned me," Spike explained.
Brow furrowed in concentration, Xander bent to inspect the door. Tentatively, he raised a finger and touched it to the knob. All at once a fiery pain shot up from his finger and through his arm. He pulled away with a scream. "Dammit," he spat. "You wanna bet this has something to do with those little dweebs you saw on the front lawn?"
"Right." Spike pushed past Xander in a swish of leather and attitude. "Can�t go out the back, we�ll have to try the front." Stopping before the front door, the vampire clenched his jaw, reached up and took the door knob in his hand. A split second later, he recoiled and yelped in pain. "Bollocks," he growled, and gave the door a sharp kick, before giving another cry as the same burning pain shot up his leg. He stood back and frowned, tilting his head to the side in annoyance. "Looks like some sort of spell," he said.
"Gee, you think?" Xander retorted.
Spike rolled his eyes impatiently. Of all the people in the world he had to be trapped with Xander Harris. Someone up there really hated him...

7:30p.m.

"So what now?" Andrew whined, looking back and forth between the house and the other two men. "Do we wait here �til the spell gets broken?" he asked.
"I don�t know," Warren said. "I mean, I guess so..." He turned to Jonathan. "How do know when the spell is broken?" he asked.
"Same as before," Jonathan explained, "the house glows red for a minute and-,"
Warren pushed past Jonathan and strode towards the house. "Come on," he called. "Maybe we�ll get to watch her die."

7:40p.m.

Xander sunk back onto the couch in the living room. Spike was still searching the house moodily, trying each window and door to see if he could find a way out. But Xander had given up. He felt tired, and somehow drained.
Spike stomped down the stairs and into the living room. "The phone line�s been cut, and I checked all the windows upstairs and-," his eyes fell on Xander and he frowned. "Oi," he said grumpily, "thought you�d kick back and let the vampire do all the work, did ya?"
Xander shrugged. "What�s the point of running around?" he asked. "We know we�re trapped... Buffy�ll be home soon," he waved a hand dismissively. "I�m sure she�ll find a way to get us out."
Spike cocked his head to the side. "I thought you said she�d be gone all weekend."
"I did," Xander agreed. "It�s Friday night, and she�ll be back on Sunday night." He shrugged. "I�d call that soon."
Spike frowned. Something wasn�t right. "So you�re content to spend the weekend trapped in a house with *me*?" he asked uncertainly.
Xander rolled his eyes, "Look, Spike," he said, "it�s a big house, I�m sure we can avoid each other fairly-,"
The vampire held up a pale hand, silencing Xander, and crossed the room to peer out the window behind the couch. "They�re watchin� us," he growled.

7:40p.m.

The three men huddled next to the window, peering intently into the slayer�s living room. Spotting Xander on the couch, Jonathan frowned. "Xander�s in there," he said, turning to Warren.
"So?" Warren countered, still staring intently in through the window.
Jonathan blinked, and turned back to the window just in time to see Spike enter the living room. "Spike�s the demon," he said ruefully.
Warren turned from the window to look at Jonathan apprehensively. "But the demon doesn�t really matter, right?" he asked. "If Spike doesn�t kill her, the spell will... right?"
"Shhh," Andrew hissed desperately, "I think he sees us!"

7:45p.m.

Spike pointed an accusing finger at the three men on the other side of the window. "Let us out of here," he shouted.
Muted behind the layers of glass and magical intervention, Warren�s answer sounded high pitched and desperate. "Kill the slayer and you can go free!" he shouted.
"The slayer�s not home, you wankers," Spike retorted.
Outside, the three men exchanged worried glances. "Now what do we do?" Andrew hissed. "I knew we should have made sure she was home before we did anything."
"Let us out!" Spike shouted again.
Warren smiled shiftily. "You can�t get out unless you make your demon happy." He shrugged. "I guess you�ll just have to kill Xander."
At that, Xander perked up. "Hey, wait a minute," he said. "I�m not sure I like this �just have to kill Xander� talk."
Spike ignored him, and addressed Warren again. "Look," he said, "I�m not gonna kill anybody, so you might as well just let us out."
Warren�s smile faded. "Fine. You don�t have to kill him," he said grimly. "The spell�ll do it for you." Warren nodded to his companions and they backed away into the building darkness. Or, at least they tried. But Andrew tripped over Jonathan, and they fell on top of Warren. Then, after some slapping and name calling, they ran off. Xander remained confused and seated on the couch. Spike stood with his fists cled and and his jaw set, glaring out into the night.

7:58p.m.

Xander folded his arms over his chest sulkily. "This sucks," he declared.
Spike, seated in an armchair on the other side of the room, scoffed. "Very observant," he said. "Is that your official stance on our little predicament?"
Xander glared. "Get bent! Is that official enough for you?" he snarled.
"Calm down," Spike said, rolling his eyes.
"Don�t tell me to calm down!" Xander retorted. "You heard what they said! If *you* don�t kill me their stupid spell will." Xander rose from the couch purposefully, but when he was standing he merely teetered unsteadily for a moment before sinking back into his seat. Spike sat forward in his chair and watched the other man carefully. Xander bit his lip in concern. "We�ve got to find a way out of here."

8:15p.m.

"This is all your fault, you know," Xander sniped at Spike, who was pacing the length of the living room.
Spike stopped mid-step and gaped at Xander. "How is this all *my* fault?" he demanded.
Xander opened his mouth to respond, and there was a moment of silence before he closed it again in defeat. He glared. "I really, really hate you," he said. The vampire rolled his eyes and continued to pace.

8:30p.m.

"I still hate you."
"Shut up, Xander."

8:57p.m.

"Talk to me," Xander demanded.
Spike narrowed his eyes at the other man uncertainly. "Why?" he asked.
"Because I�m dying," Xander explained. "And I�m bored. And I�m tired of sitting here watching you wear a groove in the carpet."
Settling down heavily in the easy chair again, Spike sighed. "What do you want to talk about?" he prompted.
"Why don�t you tell me a story."
Spike rolled his eyes. "Okay, once upon a time there was a little boy named William, and what he wanted more than anything else in the whole world was a little sister. But, see, problem was he didn�t have a dad, only a mum, and-,"
"I always wanted a little brother," Xander chipped in jovially. "Why did you want a sister?"
"Who said the story was about me?" Spike retorted.
"So this is a fictional boy named William?" Xander asked.
Spike glared. "Do you want me to tell the story or not?" Xander pressed his lips closed and held up a hand, beckoning Spike to continue. "So little William�s mum, gem that she was, went out and bought the little tike a kitten. And he loved it more than anything else in the whole world..." Spike shrugged. "And he named it Sissy and played with it every day until it died. The end." He threw his arms up in the air and smiled irritably. "Can I go back to figuring out how to get us outa here now?"
Xander frowned. "That was the worst story I�ve ever heard."
"Are you mad?" Spike scoffed. "That was an excellent story." He got up out of his chair and began pacing again. "Loved that cat..." he mumbled.
"Ah-hah!" Xander exclaimed. "I knew it was about you!"
Spike turned and glared at him. "If you won�t help me find a way out of here, that�s just fine. I think I�ll quite enjoy watching the bloody spell kill you anyway."
"Fine." Xander rolled his eyes. "Can you run the three little nerds� plot past me again?" he requested.
"It�s simple, really," Spike said, sinking back into the easy chair again. "The house is like a trap-- the spell must have been triggered when I came inside," Spike explained.
"So it *is* all your fault..." Xander interjected.
Spike glared, and then continueduot;uot;Making my demon happy breaks the spell, so-,"
"Wait," Xander cut in. "Making your demon happy? What�s that supposed to mean?"
"When a demon kills something, it gets happy," Spike explained, "and it releases a sort of cloud of mystical energy."
Xander stared incredulously at Spike. "You�re kidding me," he said.
Spike shrugged. "Demons get off on pain and violence... It�s just a different sort of getting off." Abruptly, Spike frowned.
"What?" Xander prompted, his eyebrows raised.
"I just got an idea."

9:15p.m.

"No," Xander said firmly.
"It might be your only chance to get out of here alive, Xander," Spike insisted. "At least consider it before you-,"
"No," Xander repeated. He shook his head emphatically. "You�re not even sure if it would work! There�s no way that I�m gonna let you... *fuck* me on the off chance that it�ll break the spell."
"Xander, I-," Spike began.
"No," Xander said again, rising from the couch. "Thanks, but I think I�d rather die."

9:32p.m.

"Come on, say it."
Spike glowered. "No."
"Come on."
Spike rolled his eyes. "Fine, I�m sorry."
Xander narrowed his eyes at the vampire across the living room. "Very sincere," he said dryly.
"Look, I just don�t see why I should apologize for sleeping with Anya," Spike said. "*You* left her at the alter. I think you should apologize for that."
Xander sighed. "You know, this is stupid," he said. "I can�t believe I�m actually having this argument with you." Shaking his head, Xander rose purposefully from the couch. He took a single step toward the door, wavered, and then fainted, falling onto the floor in a heap.

pikepike sighed irritatedly, rose from his chair and crossed the room to where Xander lay. He stooped, gathered the unconscious man in his arms, and carried him away up the stairs.

10:12p.m.

When Xander regained consciousness he found himself lying on a bed. He blinked several times until the room finally came into focus around him. Spike came into Xander�s field of view, his head cocked to the side. Concern was faintly evident on the vampire�s face. "You all right?" he asked.
"What happened?" Xander asked groggily.
"You fainted," Spike smirked. "Like a sissy little girl."
Xander frowned. "It�s the spell, right?" he asked. "It�s actually killing me?" Spike nodded apologetically. Xander turned away and clenched his jaw. It was too much. He couldn�t believe that he was actually dying. And from a spell no less. He always knew something supernatural would be the end of him... he�d just thought it would be something big and nasty with horns and scales, not some stupid spell conjured up by a super-geek.
"I�m sorry," Spike offered. He hesitated for a moment, and then sat down at the foot of the bed.
"How did I get upstairs?" Xander asked quietly.
Spike shrugged "I carried you." Xander turned his gaze back to the vampire. Spike glanced away. "We�ll find a way to get out of here. I-,"
"Why are you doing this?" Xander cut in.
Spike looked back to Xander, and ed aed an eyebrow. "Doing what?" he asked.
"Helping me," Xander clarified. "What do you care if I die?"
"I don�t," Spike shrugged and stood up off the bed, "but *she* would.
"You�re helping me to impress Buffy?" Xander asked incredulously.
Spike shook his head. "Not to impress her," he said. "Look, I know how upset she�d be if any of her little friends got hurt," Spike shrugged. "She�d blame herself, and I don�t think I could stand to see her hurt like that."
Xander offered a small, knowing smile. "You really love her, don�t you," he said. Spike turned andked ked to the window. With his back to Xander, he stared silently out into the darkness. Xander lay back and closed his eyes while Spike continued to gaze out at the night, and they both remained silent for a long time.

10:45p.m.

"Spike?" Xander asked falteringly. "...I think something�s wrong..."
Spike turned away from the window and walked back to sit at the end of the bed. "What is it?" he asked.
"I�m cold," Xander said. "Really cold."
Spike rose and moved to stand by the bed at Xander�s side. Frowning, he raised his arm and lay a cool, pale hand on Xander�s forehead. Spike withdrew his hand and narrowed his eyes. "You�re not cold, mate," he said. "You�re burning up."
"...Am not..." Xander retorted slowly.
Spike looked at Xander with real concern, and then sat down on the bed beside him. "Come on," he said, pulling Xander into a sig pog position, "help me get your clothes off. Might help cool you down." Not arguing, Xander waited while Spike unbuttoned his shirt, and then limply lifted his arms so that it could be removed. He was shivering, and it felt like the room was spinning. After closing his eyes in an attempt to fight disorientation, Xander lost consciousness again, and his head lolled forward. "Xander?" Spike said, but gained no response. He lay Xander back down on the bed. Then leaning over the unconscious man and placing a hand on each one of Xander�s shoulders, he called, "Xander?" Still there was no response. Spike ran his palm over Xander�s face like a cold cloth, and prayed silently that the end hadn�t come already.

11:15p.m.

Xander shivered and opened his eyes. The room seemed to have stopped spinning. Slowly, Xander gathered his bearings. He found that he was naked, and on lying on his side. He became aware of Spike�s cool, hard chest pressed up against his back, and looking down, Xander could see the equally cool, hard arm that was wrapped around him and lying against his chest. "Spike...?" Xander asked hesitantly. "Whatchya doin�?"
Xander felt the vampire shift behind him, and then pull his arm away as he sat up. "Gettin� rid of your fever," Spike stated simply. Xander tried to sit up, and the room started spinning again. He groaned and pressed his eyes shut. Spike was beside him in a second, with one cool hand on Xander�s shoulder and the other maneuvering the covers up to cover Xander�s body. "Don�t try to move," Spike suggested.
"It�s getting worse, isn�t it?" Xander said, more of a statement than a question. "How long do you think I have left?"
Spike shrugged and ran his palm over Xander�s forehead again, testing his temperature. "Not long," he conceded. "Maybe a few hours..."
"You really wanted a sister?" Xander asked.
Spike frowned, confused for a moment before his memory connected. "Yeah," he said, "more than anythin�."
"Why not a brother?"
Spike shrugged, "Brother woulda been okay too," he admitted. "It was just lonely-- bein� an only child." Judging from the temperature of the forehead beneath Spike�s palm, Xander�s fever seemed to have risen again. Spike quietly slipped back into the bed, and snaked his arm around Xander, making as much contact with the fever-hot skin as he could.
Xander tensed for a moment, but soon relaxed into the cooling embrace. "I�m scared," he said at length. His voice came out small and uncertain. "I don�t want to die."
Spike tightened his hold on Xander, and unsure of what to say, remained silent.

Saturday

12:20a.m.

Spike paced the length of the room, his face creased in a concerned frown. Xander�s fever had subsided, but he�d passed into an uneasy sleep, tossing and turning and mumbling incoherently. There wasn�t much time left.
Shaking his head, Spike crossed to the bed and knelt down beside it. He leaned over and stroked Xander�s hair, which was slicked with a cold sweat, back from his forehead. Xander stirred and opened his eyes groggily. He swallowed hard and licked his dry lips before speaking. "Spike?" he weredered, "How... how much time left?"
"Not a lot," Spike said softly. "I�m sorry, mate, I really am-,"
"Then do it," Xander cut in with a hoarse whisper.
Spike frowned. "Do what?" he asked.
Xander swallowed again and took in a labored breath. "Me," he said. "Do me."
"Are you sure?" Spike asked uncertainly.
"No," Xander said, with a small smile. "But I don�t really have a choice, do I?"

12:35a.m.

A bottle fell to the floor and burst open, sending tiny, white pills spinning out over the linoleum. Spike cursed and kicked them aside. "Dammit," he growled, plunging a hand back into the medicine cabinet. "Haven�t got time for a bloody scavenger hunt..." He shoved toothpaste and mouthwash out of the way, tossed a canister of Q-tips over his shoulder, and finally slammed the cabinet door closed. Falling to his knees, Spike wrenched open the cupboard under the sink and delved inside to continue his frantic search. "It�s gotta be here somewhere..." he muttered. "...Know she wouldn�a just thrown it out..." A box of Kleenex flew over his shoulder and hit the floor accompanied by another flurry of curses. There was a tube of lube in the bathroom somewhere-- Spike was certain of it.
Spike had been with men before, ages ago, but it had always been hard, fast, and mean. And it had always inevitably ended with Spike, sated and well fed, pulling out of a bruised, dead body. This couldn�t happen that way. Not only was there the chip to consider, but also Buffy. Xander had to come through this alive and well, un-scarred mentally and physically, and--
Spike sat back and smiled triumphantly, the elusive tube of lubricant held before him like a trophy. He hopped to his feet and hurried out of the bathroom.

12:55p.m.

Spike leaned over the bed and placed a hesitant hand on Xander�s shoulder. Xander had taken on a chalky white pallor and his skin was slicked with cold sweat. He jumped at Spike�s touch, and his eyes sprang open with a desperate, pleading look.
"Don�t worry," Spike instructed softly. He clenched his jaw, a little taken aback by Xander�s ashen color. "We don�t have a lot of time..." he continued.
Xander nodded almost imperceptibly, and reached a shaky hand out to latch onto Spike�s arm. "Please... just... be..." his voice trailed off into a whisper.
Spike placed his own hand over Xander�s where it lay on his arm. "Don�t worry," he said again. "Tryin� to save you here. Not gonna hurt you." Xander seemed to relax a bit. Spike moved to turn the other man onto his stomach, but Xander stopped him.
"Can we do this-," he motioned between the two of them, "-face to face?" Xander set his jaw and met Spike�s gaze. "I want to be able to see you." Spike raised an eyebrow amusedly. Xander rolled his eyes. "Don�t get excited, you perv," he said, "I wanna keep an eye on you. Make sure you don�t get carried away and bite me or something."
Spike nodded. "Fair enough," he said. "but I couldn�t bite you anyway." He pointed to his head. "Chip, remember?" Xander was about to reply, but then Spike stripped off his trousers. Xander closed his eyes and turned his head to the side, facing away from the now naked vampire standing beside the bed. Spike pulled the covers back, exposing Xander, and knelt down beside him. Then, placing a hand firmly on each of Xander�s legs, Spike spread them and pushed them gently up. Xander left his arms at his sides, his hands spread, palms down on the mattress. "Ready, mate?" Spike asked softly. Eyes still averted, Xander nodded slowly. Spike took a deep breath and ran one hand from where it lay on Xander�s knee around and down along the underside of his thigh. Xander shivered. "Xander," Spike said softly, "try to relax." The vampire withdrew his hands, and coated one finger liberally with lube.
"I *am* trying to relax," Xander insisted. "But I-," Xander cut himself off with a sharp gasp as Spike�s finger slipped into him unceremoniously. "Jesus, Spike!" Xander hissed, his hands balling into fists and grasping tightly at the sheets beneath them. "You�ve got to give a guy some warning before you..." Spike began working his finger inside of Xander, gently thrusting in and out, and Xander�s reprimand trailed off into silence. It felt strange. A little uncomfortable, but certainly not painful. And then Spike crooked his finger and brushed against something that made Xander see stars. His eyes flew open and he turned to face the vampire between legslegs. "What the hell was that?"
"Your prostate, mate," Spike explained, lubing a second finger and working it in with first. "Male g-spot that is." He deftly maneuvered his fingers and brushed against the spot again, enticing another gasp from the man before him. "Feels good, don�t it?" Spike asked quietly before slicking a third finger and working it in beside the other two.
~Yes, it does feel good,~ Xander realised somewhat disappointedly. ~Spike�s fingers are up my ass, and it feels good.~ Xander gave a mental shrug. So what if it felt good? ~If this doesn�t work, if it doesn�t break the spell and I die, *this* will be the very last thing I ever do.~ Xander�s eyes drifted shut and he shuddered in pleasure as Spike�s finger�s continued to work inside him. ~So I might as well enjoy it, right?~
Spike looked down at Xander�s face-- eyes heavy lidded and lips parted just so. His skin had lost its deathly pallor, and was now tinged with a more healthy blush of arousal. Spike conceded that despite his long running dislike for Xander, arousal was an indisputably good look on the boy. And much to the vampire�s relief, Xander�s arousal was catchy. With his free hand, Spike reached for the lube and swiftly slicked his slowly awakening erection. With short, even movements matching his ever-thrusting fingers, Spike stroked himself until his cock was hard and aching for release. Then, he stilled his hands and looked down at Xander, silently questioning.
Xander�s eyes had fallen shut again in pleasure, but when Spike went still, they opened. He looked up at the vampire pleadingly, and Spike�s silent question was answered.
Needing no further invitation, Spike slipped his fingers free, pressed Xander�s legs up and hooked them gently over his shoulders. Then, thrusting slowly forward, Spike eased in. Both men cried out in pleasure at the intrusion, and for a moment they were still, breathlessly waiting for what was coming next.
Then, slowly, Spike pulled back before thrusting forward again gently. They moaned, again in sync, and Spike�s head lolled forward as he set a steady rhythm with Xander arching up to deepen every thrust.
Amidst a chorus of moans and breathy sighs Xander�s excitement built. Soon his cock was thickly erect, and it bobbed in the space between their bodies, begging for attention. In a moment of clarity Spike opened his eyes and saw, first Xander�s engorged member, and then Xander�s hands clamped onto the linen below them.
"Xander," Spike asked in a hoarse whisper, "do you want me to..." He slid a hand down Xander�s thigh bringing it to rest teasingly close to his crotch.
"Ohgodyes," Xander managed.
Spike obliged without hesitation, wrapping his hand around the aching length and stroking it firmly from root to tip. The vampire�s slim fingers were still faintly slicked with lube, and in no time, Xander�s cock was sliding in his palm, another beat in their delicious rhythm.
Below Spike, Xander was euphoric. His fever raged and combined with Spike�s ministrations, making the room spin and alighting ever inch of his body in fiery rapture. Knowing that the end was near in more ways than one, Xander pried his hands free from the mattress and latched onto the vampire instead, simultaneously begging for release and holding on for dear life.
They came together, Xander�s seed spilling hot between them, and Spike�s cool within; and the room around them shimmered red. For a moment they remained perfectly silent and still, frozen like a snapshot of ecstasy. And then abruptly, Spike broke the silence.
"Hey," he said, tearing his eyes away from the man beneath him and looking around the room, "did you see the red light show?" He pulled himself out of and off of Xander, and collapsed beside him on the bed.
"Yeah..." Xander sat up and looked around the room. He felt normal again. A little sore and tired, but not in a dying kind of way. "So it worked?" he asked excitedly. "The spell�s broken? I�m not gonna die?" Xander looked back to Spike for answers, but the vampire was curled up on the bed, sleeping soundly. "Sleep," Xander said to himself, and snuggled down into the bed next to Spike. "Yeah, I could go for some of that."

6:38a.m.
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