Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Spike/Xander Harris
Characters: Spike, Xander Harris
Additional Tags: Community: slashfest
Summary:
Xander’s having a bad day.
“Welcome home, Sunshine.”
Xander glared at the bleached parasite on his couch, a walking aggravation in leather that had been dumped on him without more than a word of warning. He was supposed to take care of Spike whether he wanted to or not, regardless of the fact that he could barely keep himself fed. He’d been charged with the dubious please of being Spike’s keeper, watching the vampire to make sure he didn’t get into any trouble. Not that it was hard to keep an eye on the vampire since he never left, at least not anytime Xander was home. No, the problem was that with Spike there then he had to behave. The only privacy he got was in the bathroom and even then he knew Spike was on the other side of the thin door, probably able to hear everything he did with that keen vampiric hearing.
“Leave me alone, Spike,” he groused, keeping his eyes locked in front of him as he headed for the small bed tossed in the corner of his apartment. He grabbed the cleanest looking pair of pajama pants off the floor and turned towards the bathroom.
Better not to look, to pretend Spike wasn’t here, because after the day he’d had he really couldn’t deal with the extra aggravation. He was sure he’d do or say something that would end up bad, all because he stupidly wanted something he knew he couldn’t have. Hell, he shouldn’t even want it but he did because he was just weird like that, which in a way fit in with the rest of the uber-pathetic weirdness that was his life. Maybe if Spike had a glimmer of interest in him it wouldn’t be so pathetic but he was more than certain that the blonde vampire had absolutely no interest in him. Xander was just a walking happy meal that supplied Spike with cable.