Backfire - Spander Files

Spike turned his head toward Xander and smiled. An honest genuine smile that
Xander had never seen before.
“The last time we shagged, right here in this bed, I was thinking of you.”
“Me?”
“Of course.” Spike sat up and tugged off his duster, tossing it across the room to
land on a chair. He leaned down over him and Xander reached up and ran his hand
over Spike’s cool chest, still shirtless after all this time. Xander barely remembered
what Spike looked like with a shirt on.
“I’m sorry that you weren’t concentrating on her, it being your last time and all.”
Spike shrugged. “I think she did know. That it was our last time. She spoke of you
afterwards. Not by name, of course. It was all metaphors and riddles. But she
knew.”
The vampire leaned down and captured Xander’s mouth in a hungry kiss. When
they broke away, Spike pulled Xander’s dirty come-and-Spike-blood-stained t-shirt
off of him. Xander wondered briefly why he had put that shirt back on in the crypt.
Spike’s look of revulsion matched Xander’s feeling of disgust. Not over what they
were doing, or about to do, but over Xander’s sticky smelling body. All of the
craziness of the last couple of hours had helped Xander forget that he was still
covered in the aftermath of his encounter with Angel.
“Ick,” he mumbled.
“Agreed.” Spike nodded toward a darkened doorway on the other side of the room.
“There’s a shower through there.” Xander clamored off the bed and snagged a
candle. He heard Spike call from behind him, “Make it quick.”
And it was. Remarkably quick for a young man who’s recent showers had been
long and meticulous. And although speedy, by the time he emerged, the pull toward
Spike was terrible-strong, this being the longest they had ever had to go before