Backfire - Spander Files

Spike’s.
The kiss started hard and stayed that way. Xander plunged his tongue into Spike,
gathering the blood that remained there. Tasting tobacco and whiskey mixed with
the copper. Spike returned the kiss in force, pulling their bodies even closer. Xander
ran his tongue lightly along one of Spike’s fangs and felt it melt away, back to a
normal tooth.
It was forever before they pulled away.
Spike’s eyes glistened blue. The vampire ran a finger down Xander’s cheek and
across his lips. “Beautiful boy,” he whispered.
Xander grinned. A part of his brain was knocking in his skull, trying to come
forward. Xander recognized it as Mini-Xander #6, and made a, probably
inadvisable, conscious choice to not let it resurrect itself, giving it a second death.
Who gave a fuck about consequences, guilt and shame, when he had a vampire with
bright blue eyes staring at him with such desire, such affection. He felt good. That
was really all that mattered, right?
Suddenly, the scar on the right side of Xander’s neck started to itch. And Spike’s
look changed. They were back to a more familiar feeling.
But Xander refused to push aside the part he had just played in the rapist’s death.
He glanced down at the lump of a body at their feet. For a moment, he expected to
feel the bile rise into his throat again, but it wasn’t there. Xander felt absolutely
nothing for the object on the ground. It was just leftovers.
He looked back at Spike, placed a hand on the back of his head, and brought the
vampire’s human mouth to rest on his burning scar. Spike suckled there for a
moment, before thrusting his hips into Xander.
They kissed again. A heat came through in that kiss that whispered of promises and
changes ahead. Xander held on. Not wanting it to end, yet wanting something more,
something new.
But whatever it was that was about to happen, Xander knew he didn’t want it to