Backfire - Spander Files

to feed.
Spike had been chained up in the Angel-house-of-fun-and-terror (and, yes, Spike
and Xander had agreed on that name) for two months now. A chained up Spike is
not a happy Spike. The chain was longer, though. At least Angel did that for the
fussy little vampire. Spike could get around the entire apartment, now. The hook on
the wall had been moved to next to the bed and was reinforced with some seriouslooking
iron plating after Spike had broken free a couple of times. He never got far.
But Xander had a sneaking suspicion that the younger vamp didn’t try very hard.
Angel always caught up to him pretty quick.
Angel was determined that Spike not kill. It really wasn’t a very pleasant scene to
be in the middle of when they fought. But Xander learned to block it out, and he
usually slept through most of it. Unless the fights got very physical and Spike’s
chain would smack his sleeping body with the violent movements. At that point,
Xander would scream for the children to shut the fuck up and go to bed like good
little vampires or they wouldn’t get their Xander-fix the next day. It was an idle
threat and they all knew it, but it quieted the children enough for Xander to get
some rest.
The only thing that kept Spike calm was touching Xander. When Spike would get
pacey in the early evenings, or get really rambly about missing Drusilla, all Xander
had to do was touch Spike’s hip and the vampire’s cool mouth would close over
Xander’s Spike-scar and suck. At that point his Spike-scar would start to burn with
need and Xander wasn’t quite sure if it had started to burn before or after they had
touched. And when they were in that position, the world would still. Xander’s little
swiss-cheese brain would close up and all he needed was to feel Spike’s bare skin
against his own and sharp pointy teeth in his neck.
When it was just the two of them alone, they would get lost in the sensations and it
took forever to come. They knew every part of each other. Had licked, sucked, and
touched every piece of hot and cool skin. Almost every part. They had managed to
not kiss in all that time. But Xander didn’t mind at all. Kissing just seemed…not
right. Kissing was something you did with a girlfriend. Spike wasn’t a girlfriend.
Plus, Xander was a little put off by the whole kissing thing right now. Since the last
girl he kissed turned out to be a mummy who was attempting to suck the life out of
him. So, he was perfectly happy putting off lip-on-lip action with Spike for…well,