Backfire - Spander Files

have time. He just figured that it wouldn’t end. Why should it?
Then he was pulled down and Spike sucked on the burning scar. When the teeth
sunk in and they both exploded their release, Xander’s brain somehow remained
functioning throughout the entire act. He felt it all, felt a part of Spike.
He didn’t know how long they stayed that way. To move would be to break the
trance. But all too soon, Spike slipped out of Xander and then he felt the teeth
retract. Xander continued to lay on top of Spike, feeling empty. By the time he slid
off and laid on his back, he was too tired to think anymore and just fell asleep.
A few hours later…
“What happens now?”
“More of the same, I expect.”
“But you’re not coming back to Angel’s.”
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“Fuck, no. I like it here.” Spike got up, crossed the room and fished a cigarette out
of his coat. Instead of lighting it, though, he put it behind his ear and went to the
dresser. “Dru’s here.”
Xander nodded. “I need to go back. Get cleaned up. It’s Monday. I’ve got school
today.” Spike ran his hands over the line of dolls. “Only one more week until
Christmas break,” Xander continued like Spike was listening and cared.
Spike picked up one of the dolls and sat down on the end of the bed. “Miss Edith.
Bought this for Dru in Italy. Was trying to win her affections back from some git
she and Darla were shagging.” Xander scooted down the bed and kneeled behind
Spike, wrapping his arms around the vampire’s waist. Spike leaned back into the
embrace. “Worked, too. She loved this doll. It was her favorite. Would talk to it and
listen to it as it whispered half-truths and riddles into her brain.”