For [info]electricalgwen
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Rating: R
Word Count: 515
Feedback: Yes please!! Concrit is very welcome by email.
Disclaimer: Not mine, Joss owns them.
Summary: Set some time post-Chosen and post-NFA. Spike and Xander are patrolling together.
A/N: Thanks to the marvelous and awesome [info]savoytruffle for the beta.





Rescue Me


by
Cordelianne



“You’re okay.”

Okay? How can you say that?” Xander glared at Spike, one hand on his hip, the other gripping his chest. “I’m hurt.”

Spike snorted and pulled out a cigarette. “You barely got scratched.” The lighter flared before disappearing back into his duster pocket. “I thought you didn’t want me … what did you call it? Swooping in and saving you like you’re a big girl.”

“That was last week, when I had the situation totally under control and you charged in like you were Batman and I was Robin in mortal peril. And I am so not Robin, by the way.”

“Batman?” Spike frowned. “Just because I wear black – ”

Xander waved his hand in the air. “Anyway, tonight I actually feared for my life so was calling for you – in a very manly way – to come and help me not be killed. And you sauntered over here like you were enjoying the show and your boyfriend wasn’t about to be mauled to death by a huge demon with Alien claws.”

Spike exhaled smoke sharply. “Killed it, didn’t I?” He kicked the leg of the now-headless demon on the ground. “And you’re fine.”

“I’m bleeding!” Xander pulled his shirt up to show the blood trickling down from a small scratch on his chest.

Spike stared at the open patch of skin.

“You didn’t notice?”

“Hmm.” Spike’s eyes drifted up to meet Xander’s.

“Well?” Xander yanked his shirt down and glared.

“What?” The cigarette was tossed away. “You expect me to think about blood all the time? I’m not obsessed.”

“Says the vamp who’s detailed to me why he prefers Otter blood to Cow.” Spike pffted. Xander continued. “You talked about it for half an hour.”

“It makes a difference,” Spike said. Xander folded his arms. “Point is, I don’t just think about blood.”

“Uh huh. So tell me Socrates, what were you thinking about?”

Spike stalked over so that there were just a few feet between them. His eyes traveled up and down Xander’s body, stopping at his crotch. “What do you think?”

“Oh.” A flush spread across Xander’s cheeks. Spike closed the distance between them and trailed a hand down Xander’s arm.

Xander shivered. “Oh,” he said again. “Hey!” He put his hand on Spike’s chest and pushed. “You almost let me die because you were thinking with your dick?”

“Not then.” Spike pressed his groin against Xander’s, and spoke into his ear. “But I am now.”

He started kissing Xander’s neck. “And I wouldn’t let you die,” he mumbled.

Sighing loudly, Xander ran his hands down Spike’s back.

The back disappeared. Because Spike had spun Xander around and was propelling him out of the cemetery.

“I don’t know why I let you just manhandle me,” Xander said as he let himself be directed towards their car.

“For fuck’s sake …” Spike grabbed Xander by the ass and kissed him. When he released Xander, he was gasping. “Get in the car, so I can fuck this drama queen episode out of you.”

Xander grinned. “Now I remember why I keep you around.”




The End




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