Backfire - Spander Files

8
Domestic Bliss
Xander awoke just after dawn the next morning. He was alone in the bed. Angel’s
bed. No, he didn’t have to think hard to recall the previous night’s events. He had
been fully aware what was happening as it was happening. Felt every touch and
every sensation. It was a part of him.
He had always thought that he had a full life. Avoiding his family was a full-time
job in itself. He may not have been the most popular guy in school, but he had great
friends. And when Buffy moved to town, and he had lost Jesse and the veil had
been lifted to reveal the evil of Sunnydale…when that happened, his life had
direction. He had a purpose. He had a new friend and he had helped save the world
that one time.
All in all, his life had been good. Terrifying at times, sure, but still good. So Xander
didn’t know how he could possibly find room in his head for Spike. And Angel. But
there they were - invading his cluttered mind anyway. Stupid-fucking-evil
vampires.
Glancing around the room, he found them both still there. Spike was chained to the
wall. He had a fresh bruise on his eye and a rapidly healing cut on his cheek. He
was also unconscious on the floor. Or possibly asleep. It was hard to tell.
As Xander padded toward the bathroom, clothes in hand, he passed Angel asleep on
the couch. The older vampire didn’t have a scratch on him. Xander tried to envision
how that fight had gone, and how he had managed to sleep through it, but was tired
of thinking of vampires, so he let it go.
He had expected pain when he was using the toilet, and was surprised when there
wasn’t any. It occurred to him that the tongue that had violated him last night and
had felt oh so good, damnit had actually healed the damage that Angel had done.