". You could actually help-out around here!" Xander's
cheeks were flushed with rage, his brown eyes almost
completely black. Spike watched as Xander came closer
and closer, until, suddenly, his face was right up
next to the vampires. He was almost hyperventilating
in his anger and Spike smiled slowly at the boy.
You fight the good fight
You fight the good war
You fight to be right
You fight to restore
Why should I believe a word that you say
It was just a game that you don't wanna' play
And I say
Xander's cheeks grew pinker; his rosy lips parted slightly. Spike blinked slowly, and before he could stop himself, reached out.
It's wearing me down, I realize
It's all in my head now, now, and I realize
It's not what you've done
As much as what you've said
He wrapped his arm around the young mans waist and hooked his wrist on his hip. The corners of Spike's lips lifted in a sleepy smile. He pulled Xander closer until their chests brushed together.
You walk a good walk
You run a good race
You talk a good talk
'Cause you try to replace
Messages of loss and all that's sacred Tell me you should learn to love my hatred
And I say
"Wha-?" Xander's alarmed voice penetrated his thoughts. "What are you doing, Spike?" The panic that was fore most in his words covered up something. Anger, maybe.
It's wearing me down, I realize
It's all in my head now, now, and I realize
It's not what you've done
It's what you said
It's wearing me down
It's wearing me down
Wearing me down
Wearing me down
Wearing me down
Wearing me down
And I say
Spike leaned forward to rest their cheeks together. "Doing something constructive." He purred into Xander's ear. The young man blinked, lashes brushing on Spike's cheek.
It's tearing me down
It's all in my head now, now
It's not what you've done
It's what you said
It's what you said
What you said
It's what you said
"Wh-mpht." Xander's question cut off when Spike kissed him. And Alexander Harris' brain shut down for one of the first times in his life.
You fight the good fight
You fight the good war
You fight to be right
You fight to restore
Why should I believe a word that you say
It was just a game that you don't wanna' play
And I say
Xander's cheeks grew pinker; his rosy lips parted slightly. Spike blinked slowly, and before he could stop himself, reached out.
It's wearing me down, I realize
It's all in my head now, now, and I realize
It's not what you've done
As much as what you've said
He wrapped his arm around the young mans waist and hooked his wrist on his hip. The corners of Spike's lips lifted in a sleepy smile. He pulled Xander closer until their chests brushed together.
You walk a good walk
You run a good race
You talk a good talk
'Cause you try to replace
Messages of loss and all that's sacred Tell me you should learn to love my hatred
And I say
"Wha-?" Xander's alarmed voice penetrated his thoughts. "What are you doing, Spike?" The panic that was fore most in his words covered up something. Anger, maybe.
It's wearing me down, I realize
It's all in my head now, now, and I realize
It's not what you've done
It's what you said
It's wearing me down
It's wearing me down
Wearing me down
Wearing me down
Wearing me down
Wearing me down
And I say
Spike leaned forward to rest their cheeks together. "Doing something constructive." He purred into Xander's ear. The young man blinked, lashes brushing on Spike's cheek.
It's tearing me down
It's all in my head now, now
It's not what you've done
It's what you said
It's what you said
What you said
It's what you said
"Wh-mpht." Xander's question cut off when Spike kissed him. And Alexander Harris' brain shut down for one of the first times in his life.