Rating: NC-17 (for the naughty sex parts)
Who? What? Huh?
1 The Big Switch
Xander juggled the pizza boxes into his left hand, grabbing the
doorknob with his right. The bell jingled as he entered, and he threw
everyone one of his goofy Xander smiles.
"How are my favorite girls tonight?" He waggled his eyebrows at them, setting the boxes down in the middle of the research table. "I bring sustenance." He waved his hand in a flourish.
"Thank god! I'm starving!" Dawn reached for the first piece she could get her hands on. The others digging in right after.
"So who's the big bad tonight?" Xander asked as he plopped into a seat.
"I'm the only Big Bad in town." Spike answered with a growl.
"Yeah right fangless. You wish." Xander turned in his seat to face the blonde menace. "More like the Big Biteless."
"Xander stop it!" Dawn threw a punch at his shoulder. "Leave Spike alone."
"Thanks bit. But I can defend myself." Spike bristled at the thought of a mortal, a teenage girl at that, having to defend him against the whelp.
"Be that as it may, it would be most helpful if you two could get back to researching rather than disrupting the whole group." Giles pointed out.
"Sorry G-man. What are we researching again?"
"Xander, I've asked you to please not call me that." Giles reached up for his glasses pulling out the handkerchief he carried in his pocket. "As we were discussing before your timely arrival, there seems to be a lot of activity around the Sunnydale Park as of late. In the vicinity of the Sunnydale Lake as a matter of fact."
"Ooh! So what are we talking here G-man? Mermaids?" Xander gave Giles one of his more hopeful smiles.
"No you stupid git! And don't look so bloody hopeful. It's not like they look anything like that Ariel bird." Spike answered.
"Spike's right Xander. Though I don't want to know what he was doing watching the Little Mermaid." Willow put in, quirking here eyebrow slightly. "From what I've read mermaids aren't as pretty as most people think they are."
"Mmhmm." Giles cleared his throat. "Can we please get back to the subject?" He gave each of his errant children a patented glare. "To answer your question Xander, from all accounts it seems as if we are dealing with a small water dragon."
"Yipes! A dragon?"
"Don't worry Xander, that's what I'm here for." Buffy gave him a reassuring pat on the shoulder.
Buffy glared at him. "What's your problem?"
"Yeah. That's what you're here for alright. Buffy the baby dragon slayer." He sing-songed at her.
"It's not a baby! It's just little." She turned to her watcher with a worried frown. "It's not a baby is it?"
"Well…it is most likely quite young." Buffy's frown deepened. "But you won't actually have to slay it. We can probably get it to move to an unpopulated area, or just send it back to its own dimension." Giles reassured her.
"Hence the research." Willow piped in.
"Well, okay then." Buffy agreed, swiping another piece of pizza from the almost empty boxes.
Xander pulled the closest book toward him, opening it up to search for things water, dragon, or water dragon related.
The first book turned out to be a big flop, so he reached for another. Before starting up on this one he decided to take a short break, heading for the kitchenette and hopefully a can of coke.
Walking back into the room he noticed that everyone still had their noses to the grindstones. Willow and Tara each had a book in hand. Buffy was at least pretending to read the book in front of her, though she was most likely just flipping pages. Damn but that girl hated research! And the Dawnster was studiously studying the pictures of different dragon types splayed out in front of her. He smiled at the picture his girls made.
Across the room he could hear Giles and Spike having a quiet conversation. Probably Giles' negotiation for whatever water dragon information Spike might have.
Xander took a moment to study the bleached menace. Spike had really been getting on his last nerve lately. It seemed like every time they were in the same room together fireworks were going off. And not the good pretty colored kind. More like the ouch burning need to head for the hospital kind.
Willow and Dawn had both been trying to get him to lighten up on the chipped wonder, but he just couldn't seem to calm the aggravation. Last week he'd actually almost hit him. He couldn't believe it. If you'd have asked him a month ago, he would have said he'd never do anything to hurt a defenseless…well…creature. But Spike just brought all his emotions to the forefront and before he knew what was happening he'd pulled his arm back and fisted his hand.
Luckily Willow had separated them before anything could happen. At least luckily for Spike. For Xander, that meant flying across the room and landing in a heap at the foot of one of Giles' bookcases. Willow really needed to practice a bit more subtlety in her spells!
What scared him the most about the incident was that he could see shades of his father whenever he looked in the mirror lately. He just couldn't understand what was driving him to hate the blonde so much. Well, besides the obvious. Evil vampire. Murderer. Undead guy.
He was snapped out of his thoughts when said vampire walked over and grabbed the coke out of his hands.
"Hey!" Xander tried to snag the can back.
Spike tilted his head back and took a swig from the coke. "Thanks mate." He smirked at the whelp before handing him back the empty can.
"You mooching undead leech!"
"Sticks and stones pet."
"You want sticks and stones?" Xander cried. He grabbed the first thing that was handy, which happened to be one of the shop's imported hand carved African stakes.
Xander stalked menacingly toward Spike, who was still smirking at him. "You think you can dust me pet?" Spike's eyes swept up and down Xander's body, making him flush hotly. "You may have the stick, but you definitely don't have the stones."
"Argh!" Xander charged.
"Xander stop!" Dawn's cry did nothing to slow Xander's movement.
"Separare!" Willow's eyes glowed black for just a moment.
Not again! Xander prepared himself for the inevitable flinging across the room. Instead he felt a dizzying sensation, and then he was watching everything as if in a dream. He could see himself slumping to the ground next to Spike's already slumped form. The others were up and out of their seats running toward them.
He looked around wondering what was going on. What had happened to them? He felt a presence and turned to see nothing. But he was sure that he could feel someone there.
He turned back to the scene on the ground. It looked as if both he and Spike were still unconscious.
Merciful Zeus! Am I dead? Xander went to pat his body, before realizing that he didn't have a body. Is this what death is like?
He noticed the others talking but couldn't really make out what they were saying. He could see Tara holding his wrist, probably looking for a pulse. She said something to Willow who seemed to slump in relief.
Well I guess I'm not dead then. He could see Dawn hovering near Spike, wondering how she was supposed to check on his status. Guess if he's not dust, he must still be unliving.
He focused on Spike trying to see if the bleached wonder was waking up at all. When suddenly he felt that same dizzying sensation. Then he felt as if he were hurtling back toward the ground.
"Ungh." He groaned blinking his eyes rapidly. His head was pounding. The girls were all sitting around him asking if he was okay. "I'm fine. Wills what kind of wacky spell was that?"
At the same time he could hear Spike stirring beside him. "Dozy bird! What did you do now? Why is it always me that gets hit with the mojo?"
Xander turned to find all four girls and one Giles staring at him incredulously.
"X-xander?" Tara was the first to speak.
"Eeep!" Willow's face turned a bright red and she focused pleading and apologetic eyes on him.
"What's wrong Wills?" He reached a hand out toward her. And then quickly snapped it back.
Said hand was pale. Very pale. And the arm was covered with worn black leather. He turned to his right to check on Spike, only to see…well…himself! "Who? What? HUH?"
Bloody Hell! Spike couldn't believe he was stuck in the whelp's body.
Just what he needed to make his unlife even more miserable. First
they take away his bite, then they take away his bloody body!
"Willow, now calm down please. Just tell us what spell you used." Giles was trying to be reasonable.
"I don't understand what could have happened. It's the same separate spell I used last time, and all it did was separate them physically, not metaphysically!" Willow babbled.
Xander was still sitting on the floor in a daze. He would occasionally lift his hand and touch his face, or his stomach or his leg. Once he even pinched himself. Unfortunately all that got him was a sharp pain, instead of the bliss of waking from a nightmare.
"Well Red, looks like you did it again." Spike groused.
"I'm sorry!" Willow cried.
"It's okay honey. We'll figure it out." Tara patted her hand in comfort.
The conversation continued, but Spike decided to tune it out. It wasn't like they were going to solve the problem tonight. Looks like they were in for some more bloody research.
Free from following the voices floating around him, Spike's focus fell on his new body. Seems like construction work was good for the whelp. He lifted and flexed his right arm, feeling the muscles bunch.
It was strange feeling his chest lift and fall with every breath. Something he hadn't needed to do in over a century. His skin felt warm all over. He took a tentative hold of his wrist and felt the blood rushing through his system. He felt himself growing hard, and his face flushed.
Quickly his hand dropped and he shuffled position so that he was more firmly seated under the table. Xander caught the movement and the telltale bulge before Spike could completely hide it.
What the hell does he think he's doing with my body? Xander was finally snapping out of his current fugue. He was in Spike's body. Spike was in his body. What the hell were they going to do?
The girls were all talking trying to figure out what happened. Willow was apologizing. He caught something about cookies, or brownies maybe? His head still hurt. And he just wanted to go home and get some sleep. Maybe tomorrow they would have the whole mess figured out and he would wake up in his own body again.
"Okay that's it. I'm outta here. The Xan-man needs his rest." Xander stood from the floor.
"This is seriously wiggy." Buffy stared up at him. "It's just so wrong to hear your words coming out of his mouth!"
"Xander's probably right. We should all go home and get some sleep. We can start research on a solution to this little…problem…tomorrow. I'm sure that we can have it figured out soon." Giles was reassuring.
Spike stood as well. "Okay whelp. Lead the way." He motioned to Xander to precede him out the door.
"And where do you think you're going bleach- ugh, Spike?"
"With you." Spike smirked at…well...himself. "Or rather, you're coming with me."
Xander raised a curious eyebrow at him. "And what makes you think I'm going to let you stay with me."
"I think your mum and da will think it's the other way around. Can't have my friend 'Spike' stayin' at my flat without me there now can I?"
"Ungh!" Xander groaned. Of course his parents wouldn't recognize him! They'd think some crazy psycho had broken into the basement or something, if Spike wasn't there with him. Could his life get any worse? "Fine. Let's go."
Xander stomped out the front door, not bothering to see whether Spike was following. He heard Dawn giggling behind him and her soft "It looks so funny to see Spike stomp his feet like a big kid!" just before the door closed.
They reached the basement door, Xander automatically digging in his jeans pocket for the keys before groaning and glancing back at Spike. "You have the keys fangless."
Spike just quirked his eyebrow at him until Xander moved out of the way. He stepped forward and unlocked the door.
Spike entered first, flipping the switch on the light. Another thing he was trying to get used to. No more night vision.
"I'm taking a shower." Xander brushed past Spike to move toward his dresser.
Damn! None of his clothes were going to fit. He grumbled as he rifled through the drawers pulling out a set of boxers and drawstring sweatpants. He grabbed a white t-shirt before heading toward the bathroom.
He slammed the door shut and threw his clothes onto the toilet seat. He turned toward the sink grabbing his toothbrush and blinked. Damn! No reflection. Now this was definitely wiggins worthy.
He turned away deciding not to think about it. Denial was definitely of the good. He turned the shower on letting the water warm up while he quickly brushed his teeth and then stripped. Even though he was definitely NOT thinking about it, his lack of reflection was causing him to wonder about the rest of the changes he'd have to contend with.
As he pulled his jeans off, of course Spike went commando, a thought suddenly struck. Could he go grrr? And how would he do it? Does he just have to want it? He tried picturing himself game faced, but nothing happened. He felt his forehead tentatively just to make sure.
Shrugging he decided to try again later. For now he just wanted to wash away the ick he was currently feeling. Stepping into the shower he slipped, slamming his knee down onto the edge of the tub. "Fuck!"
"Is my body okay in there? You're not bruising it are you?" Xander could hear the sound of his own voice floating through the door.
"Fuck off Spike! I slipped. Your precious body is just fine."
As the pain receded Xander realized his speech was slightly slurred. His tongue came out to wet his lips, and felt his elongated fangs instead. Game face! He reached up a hand to trace the ridges on his forehead. He did it! He wasn't sure how, but he was definitely in game face.
As his fingers trailed over his new ridges, Xander felt himself hardening. He looked down automatically only to realize he was now looking at Spike's cock. Spike's almost completely erect cock. Eeep!
Outside on Xander's bed, Spike was laying back after having changed into a pair of pajama pants. He didn't think the whelp would appreciate him sleeping au natural. He'd taken a few minutes to study his image in the mirror above the dresser.
He had a reflection! He hadn't really missed it before, but since he had the ability again he wanted to savor it. So what if he was stuck staring at the whelp's sorry face.
After having changed into the pajamas, Spike took a closer look. Okay. So he could admit it, at least in his own head, that Xander wasn't exactly hard on the eyes. He'd filled out a lot since taking his current job, and the dark tan he'd gotten from working outdoors didn't hinder his appearance either.
He ran an experimental hand over the boy's chest, plucking at first one then the other nipple. They both hardened into little nubs, shooting tingles throughout his body. Damn but the boy was sensitive.
He could feel little Xander stirring, and couldn't resist pulling out the waistband to take a quick peek. The boy wasn't half bad. He wasn't as long as Spike, but definitely thicker. His hand was just reaching out to grip the base when he heard the muffled "Fuck!" coming from the bathroom.
"Is my body okay in there? You're not bruising it are you?" Spike questioned accusingly.
"Fuck off Spike! I slipped. Your precious body is just fine."
Well at least he hasn't managed to dust himself yet. Spike walked over to the bed and decided to get comfortable. Once he'd laid back and gotten relaxed he started his explorations once again.
After all, he didn't know how long he would be forced to wear the whelp's body. He might as well get to know it. His hands traveled the length of his chest. Taking a few minutes to rub, tug, and tweak his nipples into hardened peaks.
He was now fully erect and he could feel dribbles of pre-cum oozing from his tip. He eased the pajama pants down slightly, freeing his swinging erection. Another novelty. No foreskin.
His thumb reached out to circle around the head, dipping into the slit and pulling a moan from deep within his chest. Slowly he fisted the head and began stroking up and down the length, slicking it up with his own juices.
Curiosity got the better of him and he took one glistening drop onto his finger and lifted it to his lips. The taste was salty and strong. The texture was smooth and the temperature warm. He swirled it on his tongue before swallowing the taste down.
His cock twitched, and he grabbed it again. His other hand reached down to cup his balls and began kneading them gently. He rolled them together and tugged them down, as the hand on his cock began to move at a faster pace.
He could feel his orgasm coming close, and he pictured Xander in the shower exploring his own body as the climax over took him. His cum spurted out to coat his hand and land a few drops on his exposed chest. Again he couldn't resist and dipped a finger in to taste.
The flavor was slightly richer, but no saltier than the pre-cum had been. He took one or two more dips before grabbing a few of the conveniently placed tissues by the bed stand. He needed to clean up before Xander came out to find him 'exploring'.
Xander's eyes were wide as he stared down at the purpling head of his cock. Spike's cock! Not his. Spike's!
The cool air contrasted with the hot water of the shower and caused his nipples to stand erect. Absently he brushed a hand across one and gasped. They were extremely sensitive.
Okay. This is bad. No getting turned on by Spike's body. This is Spike's body! Xander willed his erection away. He knew that if vampires could blush he would be red from head to toe. At least his embarrassment was good for something he could feel his erection slowly wilting.
Suddenly he was painfully, achingly, excruciatingly hard again. He turned his head to glance around the room, as if he would find a culprit to accuse for his current dilemma.
Then he smelled it. There was some sort of spice in the air. Something that made him feel incredibly sexy. Incredibly horny. Incredibly hard.
He tried to place the smell but didn't recognize it from anywhere.
Unconsciously his hand had moved down to stroke his aching member. His eyes closed and he took a deep drag from the air around him. He felt his cock harden even further and he groaned.
His other hand came up to pinch a peaked nipple causing him to thrust further into his own tight fist. As his body began to move to a faster rhythm he suddenly realized that he could hear soft sounds coming from the basement.
He could hear the sound of flesh sliding over slick flesh, and hear the rough panting accompanying the movement. His eyes snapped open and his mouth dropped into a comical 'O'.
Spike was out there jacking off his body! And he could hear it! And smell it!
Xander's mind was assaulted with a picture of Spike sprawled out on his bed. But instead of Spike wearing Xander's body, he was gloriously naked in his own. He could picture the vampire's writhing body, stretching out toward completion.
Both Xander's hands moved down toward his cock. He had one grasp the base to stave off his orgasm. He was so close already! The other traveled up to play with the foreskin. He pulled the skin back to explore the sensitive slit, bucking into the sensation.
He could hear Spike grunting outside, close to climax.
He released the base of his erection and began to jack off in earnest. Spike's breathing outside was coming out in harsh pants and within minutes he could hear the "unh unh" groans that signaled his completion.
Xander let out a grunt of his own and spurted Spike's sticky cum all over the shower wall.
He stood under the warm spray of the shower for a few minutes before finally grabbing his loufah. If he didn't need to shower before he definitely did now.
3 Walking a Mile
Xander exited the bathroom accompanied by a puff of steam. He
noticed Spike laying back on his bed with his eyes closed. He
stopped to stare at himself.
Had he stepped into an episode of Outer Limits? Okay. So living on the hellmouth was always tricky, but this? He watched as Spike’s eyes slowly opened and turned to focus on him.
“What do you think you’re doing blood breath?”
“Relaxing in my bed.” Spike answered sincerely.
“No. Relaxing in MY bed.” Xander answered hotly back.
“Don’t think the rest of the world would see it that way pet.” And there was that maddening smirk again.
“Forget it fangless. You aren’t sleeping in my bed!” Xander stepped forward. He knelt on the bed and reached over to push the ex-vamp off only to fall back onto the floor in agony.
“FUCK!” The pain was excruciating. He could feel tears forming and blinked rapidly to stave them off.
“Not so funny now is it luv?” Spike’s voice held just a trace of bitterness.
Holy headaches! Was it this bad every time Spike got zapped? How the hell did he live with it? He wasn’t even planning to really hurt the guy. He’d just wanted his bed back, dammit!
When the pain receded to a dull throb Xander attempted to sit up. Spike was still smirking down at him, although there was something else hidden in his expression that Xander couldn’t quite place.
“Why don’t we share the bed mate? It’s not like you can get me to move, and at least I won’t make you sleep in that bloody chair.”
What? Spike was being nice to him? He threw Spike a skeptical expression. “Why won’t you make me sleep in the chair?”
He watched as Spike turned his face away. His response was mumbled, but Xander found with his new vamp hearing he could just make the words out. “I know how bloody painful it is to get zapped with the chip. You’ll heal faster if your not tossing and turning trying to get comfortable in that soddin chair all night.”
For the second time that night Xander’s jaw fell open into the shape of a soft ‘O’. He didn’t really have a response, and if his skin could burn with shame it would have. Knowing that that was exactly what he had put Spike through and then some.
“Thanks.” He mumbled as he got under the covers.
Wait a minute. Did he just thank Spike for letting him sleep in his own bed? Xander just shook his head and lay down, closing his eyes in exhaustion.
Spike’s eyes blinked open to stare at the low basement ceiling. What was he doing at the whelp’s place again? He turned his head to look toward Xander’s bed, only to find it nuzzling up against soft blond curls.
Bugger! The events of the previous evening came rushing back to him. He remembered the fight at the Magic Box and Red’s crazy spell. He was obviously still stuck in Xander’s body. And now he was cuddling up to Xander in his body, while the boy slept the day away.
Spike turned to the right to check the alarm clock. Just past 5 AM. Before he could think past that thought the alarm began to blare and his arm shot out to quickly hit the off switch.
Xander’s head popped up and he groaned. He threw the covers off and climbed out of bed, heading toward his dresser to grab clothes for the day.
“Where do you think you’re going whelp?” Spike asked casually from his seat on the bed’s edge.
“To work fangless. Some of us have to earn a living.” Xander answered absently, while heading toward the bathroom.
“I don’t fancy having Red switch me back into a pile of ashes.”
Xander’s head whipped around as Spike’s words finally penetrated his morning haze. “Shit! What am I going to do? I can’t call in again. I’ve already called in twice this month. They’re gonna start thinking I’m unreliable.” Xander sat down heavily in the barca lounger.
“Guess I’ll have to go in your place then.” Spike had an evil looking gleam in his eye.
“What? No! You can’t do that! You don’t know the first thing about construction!” Xander was trying desperately to think of another solution.
“Well it’s either that or count this number 52 on Xander’s list of failed job attempts.”
Xander stared at the ground for a few moments before finally looking back up at Spike. “Fine.” He sighed. “But you better not mess this up for me Spike.” He tried to sound menacing, but it came out sounding more like pleading.
Spike got up and grabbed the clothes out of Xander’s limp hand. “Guess you won’t be needing these today whelp.”
Before he could close the bathroom door he heard a final quiet plea muffled from Xander’s direction, “Please Spike.” And then the door snicked shut.
Xander paced the length of the basement floor for the 100th time. God it sucked not being able to go out during the day! He wanted to be able to go out to the site and check up on Spike. Just for a second. Just to see if he'd been fired yet.
If vampires could sweat, he was sure he'd be able to fill buckets. This was so far the one decent job he'd been able to get since high school. And he thought he was at least semi-capable at it too. He really didn't want to lose this job.
It was nice having something that he at least seemed good at.
As he continued to pace, he began to hear a deep rumbling. He glanced around the room searching for the noise, when he realized that it was coming from his own chest. He was growling!
Why was he growling? He began to do a quick check of his body and realized that he could feel a not quite painful, but rather annoying ache.
And then realization hit. Spike hadn't fed the night before. He usually didn't feed until after the meeting when he would either accompany Giles or Xander back to retrieve a couple of blood bags.
Spike's body was hungry. Spike drank blood. Therefore Xander had to drink blood while he was in Spike's body. Xander turned to stare at the white face of the small refrigerator door.
Spike had walked out into the sunlight for the first time in over a hundred years, barring his little stint with the gem of Amara, this morning. By the time he'd reached Xander's work site he'd been sort of drunk on the feeling. He'd stopped several times to just feel the warmth caressing his skin.
It felt incredible.
He was excited to realize that Xander's job allowed him to work outside for most of the day.
He glanced around the area trying to figure out exactly where he was supposed to go, without making it look like he'd never been here before.
Contrary to Xander's belief, Spike wasn't really interested in causing him to lose his job. He'd been watching the whelp for months now. He knew his history, the long string of dead end jobs and failed relationships.
Spike actually felt a bit of compassion for the poor sod. Reminded him too much of William. Though he would never admit to either one.
Didn't mean he couldn't have some fun though. Just not enough to get himself dusted once they were back in their own bodies.
Xander was currently munching on a bowl of Count Chocula cereal. Unfortunately it wasn't doing anything to alleviate the ache that was constantly growing within. He continued to chew and methodically swallow hoping that he could hold off the few hours it would take for the sun to set.
Maybe by the time they got to the Magic Box, Willow would have found a way to switch them back.
Spike found the work surprisingly soothing. It wasn't monotonous but the heavy labor allowed him to sort of set his body on autopilot.
Once he'd found where he was initially supposed to be he realized that the foreman was explaining what task his part of the crew was going to be working on that day. That made it remarkably simple for him to get his bearings.
He turned at the sound of Xander's name.
"Hey Harris!" The one named Chris was walking toward him.
"What's wrong with you? Been calling you for the past 5 minutes!" Chris looked exasperated.
"Sorry 'bout that. Guess I just had a lot on my mind." Spike was trying hard to keep his accent from showing.
"Well, why don't you come with us to drown your sorrows?" Chris clapped him on the back. "Bunch of us are heading over to Jack's Bar after quitting time. You in?"
Spike thought about it for a moment. Xander was expecting him back before sunset so that they could walk over to the Magic Box together. They needed to see if Red had figured out a reversal spell yet.
But what could one drink hurt?
"Sure. Sounds good mate." Spike replied without thinking.
"Harris you've been watching too much Monty Python! That's the worst English accent I've ever heard!" Chris walked off laughing, leaving Spike gaping open-mouthed.
Xander threw the empty bowl across the room. Where the hell was Spike? It was almost sunset, and still no sign of the Xander wannabe.
The blood lust was causing his entire body to ache. He felt like he hadn't eaten in weeks. He couldn't prevent his game face from appearing about an hour ago. And so far he had been unable to shake it off.
Without realizing what he was doing, Xander found himself in front of the fridge with the door open. He was reaching in and grabbing a blood bag before he knew what was happening. He dropped the bag to the ground when he finally realized his intent.
The hunger was like an acid eating him up from the inside out. He could feel the need to sink his fangs into warm skin and nourish himself, but knew that he couldn't do that. The worst part was he wasn't sure that he could resist if it weren't for the goddamned chip!
He looked back up at the basement door forlornly. He knew that Spike wasn't going to be walking through anytime soon. Even if he did, there was no guarantee that Willow would have a spell ready to cure them.
He reached down for the blood bag, grabbing a mug on the way. Within a few minutes he had a warmed cup resting in his hands. Closing his eyes he brought the mug to his lips.
He groaned at the first taste. Instead of the revulsion he had steeled himself against, he felt only a soothing warmth flood his entire body. The ache dulled and then disappeared. And once the cup was emptied, Xander found himself licking his lips to capture the last drops.
He brought the mug over to the sink to wash out. Grabbing his jacket, he headed up the stairs intent on finding Spike.
For a second his steps faltered. Oh my god! Did I just enjoy a cup of blood?!
Denial. He was not going to think about it. Denial was good. That was his new motto. He didn't know how long he would be stuck in Spike's body, so he would just have to deal until Willow could switch them back.
And then he could pretend that this whole thing never happened!
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