Backfire - Spander Files

They stayed still for a while. When Xander finally rolled off, his only thought was
that it all happened too quickly. He didn’t feel enough. He wasn’t paying attention.
“Fuck,” was all his brain allowed his mouth to say.
“Yeah.”
“We’re doing that again.”
“No objections here.”
“Later. After a nap.”
“Not going anywhere.”
Mission accomplished, Xander thought as he drifted to sleep.
*`*`*`*`*`*`*`*`*
The arguing and jostling of the bed was what woke him.
“Shut up, children,” he mumbled at the fighting vampires, his sleep-addled brain
telling him it was two months ago when the three of them were in their cramped
basement apartment.
Then he was hit with a frying pan, so his mind took a little while longer to piece
together the events as they were unfolding. He first realized that it wasn’t a frying
pan that hit him, it was a fist. When he managed to open his eyes, he was confused
even more.
Spike’s arms were raised above his head at an odd angle. Following the line of
those arms, Xander saw that the manacles were secured around the vampire’s
wrists, blood dripping from beneath the metal as Spike thrashed. Xander’s eyes slid
all the way down the angry body and found that Spike’s ankles were similarly
bound, by cuffs that Xander didn’t remember noticing before.