Backfire - Spander Files

“What do you know?” the Slayer demanded in a thicker tone than Giles had used.
Other things were said, but Xander had quickly grown tired of the entire event and
whispered to Spike to help him to a bed. No one seemed to pay them much mind as
Xander stepped slowly into the hallway toward the small guest bedroom behind the
kitchen. Spike followed close behind, a steadying hand on his back.
A short time later, Xander was dozing on his side, knees curled up slightly and arms
wrapped around the arm that was wrapped around him. Spike had molded himself
tightly against Xander’s back, and though these were his normal sleep hours, the
vampire was wide awake, propped up on one arm, watching his boy rest fitfully.
Xander awoke with a start and an angry groan when his Angel-scar began to burn.
This was not a sensation that Spike could feel, but he did know what the groan
meant, so he simply pulled Xander closer and kissed him on the cheek.
Xander was thankful for the comfort, and did not want Spike to leave his side, but
could not suppress the anger that slipped out once in a while. As the burn spread
thoroughly through his body, Xander expressed his frustrations.
“If the pull isn’t satisfied, I’ll die, right?“
“Right.“
“Slowly? Painfully?”
“…Yes.“
“It’s your fault I’m gonna die.”
“True.”
“This doesn’t bother you?”
“Not as much as it bothers you.”
“Are you gonna turn me when I die?”