Rating: PG-13
Pairing: S/X implied
Warning: This contains m/m pre slash. If this offends your sensitive nature, please avert your eyes.
Disclaimer: All things BtVS belong to Joss Whedon (my god), Mutant Enemy, etc. I own nothing, so please don't sue me. I just want to play with the yummy beings that Joss created.
Spoilers: Season 7 of Buffy before "Dirty Girls"
Distribution: Shara Nesu's Place and Red's Soulmates. Everyone else, just ask. I'm generous.
Website: http://www.geocities.com/janet324@prodigy.net/FortheFaithful.html
Author's Notes: This is all Cate's fault. She threw in these yummy descriptions of Xander and they took root in my brain and demanded to be made into a story. It started out as a drabble and evolved into a full fledged ficlet.
Summery: Xander is fixing the window at Chez Summers and someone is appreciating the view.
A huge thanks to my sis Stephanie who is betaing for me. You rock babe!
Thanks to Cate for permission to use her ramblings verbatim, except I am moving the location from the Magic Box to the Summers' house. I hope you like it.
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Spike sat in the overstuffed chair that he had pushed into the shadowed corner. Light was flooding his normal sanctuary due to the broken picture window in the front room. Once again, the Bringers had destroyed the front of the house too many people were calling home.
The blonde sighed, happy for once that he was able to get some peace and quiet. The slayer wanna-bes were driving him crazy with all the giggling and whining. What he wouldn't give for an extra shot of testosterone in the house. Well, there was the Watcher, but he was getting a little on the aged side, and he was spending most of his time helping the pre-slayers. Then there was Harris. Even though they had a checkered past, lately they had started to become what could almost be described as friends.
Spike snorted and mumbled to himself, "Can't believe I have a quiet minute to myself and here I am thinking about the whelp."
Spike's mumbling was interrupted by the front door opening. He double checked to make sure he was out of the way of any stray rays of light that might threaten to turn him into fried vampire. The blonde prepared to yell at the inconsiderate soul who dared to come in and disturb his private time.
He shut up instantly when he caught sight of the vision that entered the room.
Xander stalked into the room, fresh from his construction job smelling of stone, sweat and sunlight. Spike's mouth practically watered at the scent. The boy always smelled of life and earth. Now that Spike had his soul, every time Xander walked past, he had to force himself not to inhale deeply. He practically craved the simple, earthy smell that surrounded the boy.
Spike stared as he noticed the boy was not really damp, but glowing in that 'I enjoy being alive and mobile' kinda way. He was wearing those too baggy denim carpenter shorts the boy favored so much and a thin, worn white T-shirt that he'd had for years. The shirt was a bit too tight, but comfortable and practically transparent in the right light. He still had his tool belt on, and the weight of it made his shorts ride dangerously low on his hips.
Spike gasped as he spied the flash of golden flesh made visible between the shirt that was now riding up his tight abdominal muscles and the shorts straining under the weight of the overloaded belt. He practically drooled when he noticed the tantalizing path of dark hair that started by circling the boys tight navel and dipping down below the low riding denim to unseen treasures. He wondered what it would be like to lick that trail, starting at the small indentation and working his way down to its tasty destination.
The blonde smirked when he realized that, with how low the shorts were riding, it was almost impossible for the boy have anything on underneath. <Whelp's being a naughty boy> the vampire thought with glee.
Spike continued to watch, completely spellbound as the boy turned to him and smiled that damned goofy smile that turned the vampire's insides to mush.
Xander walked across the room to the pitcher of water sitting on the side table. He slowly poured himself a tall glass of water and brought it to his lips. He downed the water in one long swallow. Spike stared as he watched a few stray droplets slowly slip their way down his bare, taut neck to pool in the hallow of his throat.
At that moment, Spike would have sold his newly acquired soul to suck those drops out of the seductive indentation. Xander threw his head back and sighed in the extreme pleasure the cool water gave his parched throat. As he put his head down, he stared directly into the vampire's lust filled eyes. A knowing smirk crossed the boy's dark features as he stalked towards the seated vampire.
Slowly, the boy leaned over and placed his hands on the chair's armrests and leaned into the vampire's personal space.
"Spike" he whispered, as he leaned in even further and licked the vampire's tempting lips. The blonde sighed at the feeling of wet warmth at the corner of his mouth.
Xander pulled back and smiled. "Spike" he called again, louder this time.
"Spike!" the voice called, practically yelling. The blonde felt someone shaking his shoulder and as he opened his eyes, he found himself staring into blue eyes instead of deep chocolate brown ones.
"What?" Spike asked, suddenly very confused.
"We lost you for a minute there, Spike" Dawn said, giggling at the stunned vampire.
"What's going on?" he asked. He looked up to see Xander standing behind Dawn. Unfortunately he was dressed in a grey Henley and a baggy pair of khakis. The tool belt was still in place, but the sexy golden vision was gone.
"You were daydreaming, Fangless" the boy said, chuckling lightly. "And, uh, you've got a little drool right there." The brunette fingered the corner of his mouth, showing the vampire where the wetness was.
Spike wiped away the drool with the back of his hand. He tried to force down the disappointment he felt when he realized that Xander hadn't put it there.
"What were you thinking about, Spike?" Dawn asked, trying to keep the mirth from her voice.
"Nothing" he grumbled. He didn't know if he was more upset that he was daydreaming about the whelp or that it wasn't reality.
"Well, it sure seemed to be a happy nothing" Xander commented, slowly looking down at the vampire's crotch before flashing that gut melting smile. Spike watched as the boy poured himself a glass of water and downed it, just like he had in the vision. As a stray droplet slipped from the boy's mouth and traveled down his neck, Spike sighed heavily and jumped up from his seat.
"Gotta go" he mumbled as he ran upstairs to get away from the two humans. He closed the door and leaned against it heavily before he realized that he had slipped into Xander's room. He breathed in heavily, soaking in the intoxicating scent.
Suddenly the vampire knew what he had to do. That wasn't just a daydream. Spike decided it was a vision, or a prophetic dream. That was it. The blonde began to rummage through the boy's clothes, looking for the shorts and shirt he was sure he would find. It was a prophecy, no doubt, and the vampire was going to help it come true.
~The End~