Title: Tornado Spike

Author: Forsaken2003

Pairing: S/X

Rating: R

Disclaimer: I own none, all belong to Joss Whedon

Comments: Always welcomed!

Summary: Xander has a bad day and Spike doesn't help matters.

Warnings/Spoilers: Season 5

Prompt #366 from Tamingthemuse- Sarcasm

Note: From now on most of my Tamingthemuse stories will be named as the challenge.

There were some days where Xander had to remind himself he loved Spike. Those days were the ones where he would come home to find the apartment in complete disarray. And where would Spike be? On the couch watching some crappy talk show with mugs of dried blood piled around him.

Today the apartment was extremely bad and it didn't help that Xander had had a bad day at work. He tossed his keys and wallet onto the table where they kept their mail and walked over to the couch to see Spike was fast asleep as if he didn't have a care in the world. That ended up making Xander even more pissed. With all his strength Xander tilted the couch forward causing Spike to tumbled onto the floor with the couch all but landing on him.

"Goddamn it, Spike! Why is that I work ten hours a day only to come home to do two hours' worth of cleaning ever single fucking day?" Xander said seething.

Spike crawled out from under the couch. His eyes were wide with shock. "What are you talking about, pet?"

"I'm talking about the fact that every day I leave the house clean and when I come back it looks like a fucking tornado tore through it."

Spike looked around the living room. Sure there were some mugs that had blood drying in them (That wasn't hard to clean out right?) There were also three ashtrays full of cigarettes. Okay and yes there were weapons lying on the floor but that was just to remind Xander that they needed to be sharpened.

"It's not that bad, pet," Spike stated. "My crypt used to be much worse than this." He made his way over to Xander with every intent to make Xander forget about the mess. "Now, how about a kiss?" Just before his lips could connect Xander's hand flew up and pushed him away. "Oh, so this is an improvement? Well than I guess I have no reason to be mad then," Xander replied sarcastically.

Spike wasn't stupid he knew sarcasm when he heard it. "I'm sorry, Xan-pet. I am a bad man and I promise I will clean this place up and will work on my cleaning habits," Spike said. "Scouts honor."

Xander rolled his eyes but he did smile. "Just because you have eaten boy scouts doesn't make you one." It was obvious that this wasn't the first time Xander had said that.

Spike grinned and kissed Xander. "Now why don't you go take a shower and I'll clean up. Then I'll take you out for a nice dinner. I got some dosh from the kittens from poker last night."

"You just might end up getting lucky tonight, mister." Xander pecked Spike on the cheek and went into the bathroom.

"Might my pale perfect arse," Spike muttered as he collected his mugs.

The End