Backfire - Spander Files

He moved to the side of the bed and into the glow of the bedside lamp. Spike was
sitting propped up on the headboard, one hand resting on the bed sheets, the other
on his own stomach, rubbing gently. His face flashed its ridges as his glowing eyes
ran up and down Xander’s body, landing on his left arm. “You’re bleeding,” he said
softly while licking his lips.
Xander grinned. “Don’t sound too sympathetic, Spike. Oz here will think you’ve
lost your edge.”
Both men turned toward the quiet figure in the far corner of the room holding the
crossbow.
“Get out,” came from Xander, trying not to sound too aggressive, but not
succeeding. Oz gave a simple nod and gracefully slipped out of room, closing the
door behind him. Xander felt a newfound respect for his friend’s boyfriend. He
wished he would have found the time to get to know him.
Spike carefully shifted over on the bed, and Xander accepted the invitation to sit
next to him. He stretched out his legs, careful not to touch Spike’s healing knee.
They turned toward each other and Spike placed a hand firmly on Xander’s hip.
Xander lifted his right hand in front of his vampire, palm up and blood dripping
from the tips. Spike groaned and snatched onto the hand, bringing the first two
fingers into his mouth and sucking hard.
They melted into the ecstasy. Xander needing the touch. Spike needing the blood.
With his other hand, Xander ran his fingers under Spike’s shirt and up his chest.
Spike eased Xander’s fingers out of his mouth when the blood was gone, and pulled
them together for a long deep kiss.
When they broke, Xander pressed his forehead against Spike’s bumpy one. “Make
it stop, Spike. Please.”
Spike let a growl escape his throat. “Forever?”
Xander kissed him again, then traced a finger across the vampire’s lips and over a