Title: Smell of Home Part 2

Email: tirel@pcnuthut.com

Author: Velvet Crypt

Disclaimer: Joss is God. I own nothing.

Spoilers: 5ish

Summary: Xander reluctantly agrees.

“It’s okay, Xan,” Buffy consoled. “Spike’s a really good kisser. Maybe that’s all it is.”

Xander looked unconvinced. “Buffy, if he hadn’t moved, I would have stripped him.”

She grinned and wiggled her eyebrows. “I know.”

He frowned. “What exactly is up with you? Half an hour ago, you wanted to tear his throat out. Now, you’re acting like you can’t wait to see us naked together?”

She looked to Willow for support. “You know, I really have no idea why I’m suddenly okay with the bleached wonder. Wills?”

“Maybe you’re just happy he’s not chasing you anymore.” Buffy brightened.

“That must be it. I mean, how weird is Xander and Spike together?”

Willow eyed the door that Spike disappeared into. “So, he kisses good, huh?”

Buffy nodded vigorously, a wicked twinkle in her eye.

“I’ve never kissed a vampire before. Maybe I should try him out.” She gave Tara a ‘play along’ look and the shy blonde smiled.

“Go ahead, sweetie. I know you love me and that it would just be a little experimentation.”

Xander stared at his friends in horror. He couldn’t decide if they wanting to swap spit with a vampire bothered him or if he was bothered that they wanted to swap spit with his vampire. Either way…

“Nobody is experimenting with Spike.” He growled.

Willow pretended to pout. “You’re just being selfish.”

Xander snorted.

“Don’t you want him?” Buffy asked slyly.

“No.”

“But you don’t want anyone else to have him.”

“No.”

“So you don’t want any part of him?”

Xander sighed. “No. I don’t want any part of him.” Not his soft, utterly kissable lips, or his tight ass that just begs to be grabbed. I don’t want his cock, warm in my hands, causing him to whimper against my lips…Xander shook his head fiercely much to the amusement of the others. “No parts of him.” He reiterated firmly, staring at the door Spike had gone through.

As if his gaze had summoned the blonde, Spike strode out of the bathroom, flushed but smirking.

Willow had a matching smirk as she walked up to him and leaned against his chest. “Spike?” She purred.

He looked down at her with a wary expression. “What?”

“Would you kiss me?”

Spike looked confused. Xander looked pissed. He stomped over to his best friend and dragged her away from his vampire bodily.

“No one is kissing Spike.” He said again, dragging the bewildered vampire to the front door. “We are going home. We will see you tomorrow, when all this kissing nonsense is over.” He threw back over his shoulder.

“Oh, Xan? You two might consider that you’ll have to be sleeping together. Just so you are really covered in Spike’s scent. Maybe you should practice tonight?” Willow called after them. Xander pretended he didn’t hear her.

They exited to the sounds of the girls’ tinkling laughter.

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The two men stared at the bed silently. Finally, Spike cleared his throat. “I know it’s not what you want to hear, but Red’s right. They will be expecting our scents to be on each other.”

Xander closed his eyes.

“And it can’t hurt to get an early start on it.”

Xander opened them again.

“Unless you have another way to get our scents on each other.”

Xander began stripping.

“And if you did, that’s fine too. Just lemme know.”

Xander stopped at his boxers and climbed into bed. Pulling the covers up to his chin, he sighed and closed his eyes again. “Get in.”

He could hear Spike’s hesitation, and then the vamp began to slowly disrobe. He stopped after unzipping his jeans.

“Um, Xan? You wouldn’t happen to have some shorts I could sleep in? I don’t usually wear anything under me jeans.”

Xander squeezed his eyes shut as visions of Spike in all his naked glory danced through his head. “Top drawer of the dresser.”

“Thanks, mate.”

A moment of rustling later and he felt the covers being lifted. A weight settled onto the other side of the bed and then…nothing.

He lay for what seemed like hours, waiting for some kind of movement from the other side. When none came, he finally relaxed. When he did, sleep came easily. Unfortunately, so did dreams of a naked Spike and what a naked Spike would do to him.

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Xander woke, feeling that warm satisfied glow that comes with a good nights sleep. He snuggled down further into his pillow and was not a little surprised when his pillow wrapped arms around him. Opening his eyes, he found himself staring at a pale, muscled chest. He took catalog of his body parts. He lay with his head on Spike’s chest, his arms wrapped around the vampire’s waist. He was pressed full body length against cool flesh and his legs were hopelessly entwined with Spike’s. He closed his eyes. Shit.