Backfire - Spander Files

through Xander’s hair.
Xander grinned up at him, his eyes tired and peaceful. “I hate you,” he said calmly
and kissed Spike’s nose.
The demon came forth and licked a drop of blood that had dried at the corner of
Xander’s mouth. “I know,” Spike responded, a spark of glee flashing from his
golden eyes.
Moving to Xander’s neck, Spike’s teeth slipped into his scar with practiced ease.
The blood was scorching and scalded his throat as he swallowed. Xander tasted of
burnt chocolate, faith and power.
There was precious little blood left to take. Spike felt the heartbeat slow. The breath
was weak. The vampire accepted the life that was given to him freely.
Without taking the time to clean the wound, Spike exited Xander and pressed his
blood lips to Xander’s one more time.
The kissed lasted too long. Giles stepped forward and placed a hand on Spike’s
back. The vampire broke away without protest. He got up slowly and sat in a vacant
chair next to the wall.
Giles put two fingers on Xander’s neck, just above his mangled bandaged Angelscar.
Spike slumped down in his chair and waited.
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Plan B