Backfire - Spander Files

“Where the fuck have you been?” the vampire growled as he tore off every stitch of
Xander’s clothes, shedding his own pants at the same time.
Xander let himself be manhandled this time. He fully accepted being taken over the
back of the couch, but at the same time he let his mind absorb the thoughtfulness
and precision that showed in Angel’s touch and strokes. A light kiss was placed on
the back of Xander’s neck before Angel’s fangs entered him, and they groaned as
they came, feeling truly satisfied for only the second time in all their couplings.
It wasn’t until they were cleaned up and lounging on either end of the couch, each
half-dressed, that Angel noticed the suitcase.
“Did you clean out your room? There isn’t enough room for all you to keep all your
things here.”
“Guess you’ll have to make room. I live here now.” Angel scrunched his eyebrows.
“Dad kicked me out.”
“Why?”
Xander got up, retrieved his suitcase and started pulling out the last of his clothes,
comics and knickknacks. “Doesn’t really matter. That part’s over.”
“Wait.” Xander stopped and looked at Angel. “Don’t unpack.”
“You kicking me out, too? Great. Guess Giles is getting a roommate.”
“No. I mean, I’ve been looking around, and I found another place for us. It’s kinda
small, but it has three bedrooms so we can be apart more often and not drive each
other crazy. I can probably get the paperwork finalized by the end of the week.”
“Oh. Well…that’s good.” Xander sat back down on the couch. “Don’t think we’ll
need the three bedrooms, though. Spike’s not going to be staying with us.”
“You know where he is?”