Backfire - Spander Files

Xander’s eyes revealed warmth and love. “I have no idea. All I know is how I feel
when I’m around you. Happy. Powerful. Horny. Whole. You’re a part of me. I
don’t know if it was the stupid pull that did that, or the turning, or just the fact that I
love you, but if you were to go away, then I wouldn’t be me. You‘re somehow my
other half.”
“Xander…”
“We’ll figure it out, Spike. It won’t all be flowers and puppies, but we’ll figure it
out.”
“Xander, I don’t get how you can love me.”
“Oh, don’t be such a girl.”
“Not a bloody girl. It’s just…I broke my promise.”
“You still on that? I imagine it won’t be the last promise you’ll ever break. You’re a
vampire. Evil. I get that. It’s a struggle, keeping that balance between good and evil.
There will never be a clear winner or loser. Not in your case, or mine. We’ll make
wrong choices and deal with the consequences. But we‘ll be there to figure it out.”
They kissed again. Xander’s heat overtook Spike, and the vampire stripped them
both naked, needing the heat to permeate his entire body. Xander reciprocated in
every way.
The sex wasn’t as intimate as it could have been. Wasn’t tender or overly
passionate. But it was hot and hard and needy and exactly what they both wanted.
They each came hard, Spike inside Xander with a unseemly grunt that was neither
intended nor romantic.
When their orgasm-shaded brains refocused, they grinned at each other. Spike
rolled off Xander and pulled him into his arms.
“So,” Spike started, before they could fall asleep, “we’ll figure it out?”
“Yeah…I promise.”