Backfire - Spander Files

Sunnydale‘s infamous sewer system. Their progress was slow. Spike had an arm
around Xander’s waist and every once in a while Xander would move in a certain
way that caused a fire bolt of pain to surge through him. Spike allowed them to stop
whenever that happened and Xander would pant heavily until the pain subsided,
then they would continue. Neither spoke.
After a time, Spike and Xander let out twin groans when they both felt the burn
inside them that pulled them toward each other. Xander said a silent amen that it
was for Spike and not Angel.
Spike took care of it quick, with a firm touch on each of them and Xander’s back
pressed gently against the tunnel wall. Just as they came and Spike bit into Xander,
they heard an unfamiliar voice speak up near them.
“Any leftover for me?”
Spike closed Xander’s wound patiently, which calmed Xander’s suddenly
quickening heartbeat. Xander was already staring at the intruding vampire when
Spike turned toward it, still in game face.
“I don’t share,” Spike stated simply, then stepped over to the clueless fledge and, in
one quick motion, ripped it’s head off.
When Spike turned back around, Xander grabbed him and kissed him, knowing that
there was no way he could put as much passion into the kiss that he wanted to.
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In the shade of Giles’ apartment door alcove, Spike whipped the smoking wool
blanket off his head as Xander knocked. Xander felt a welcoming warmth when he
saw Giles’ familiar smile. The librarian’s expression fell when he saw Xander’s
face, then turned into a sneer when he saw Spike.
“Xander?”
“I’ll explain, just let us in, okay?”