Title: Plead

Author: Forsaken2003

Pairing: S/X

Rating: PG

Disclaimer: I own none, all belong to Joss Whedon

Comments: Always welcomed!

Summary: Spike and Xander have an arguement

Warnings/Spoilers: Post NFA

Beta'd by: Unbeta'd

Prompt #528 from tamingthemuse- Plead

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

"Don't do this, Spike," Xander pleaded from the bedroom door as he watched Spike threw clothes onto the bed.

Spike didn't look up at Xander. "I don't want to. I didn't ask for this to happen." More clothes were tossed on top of the growing pile.

"Can't we talk about this?" Xander asked. He walked into the room and stood at the bottom of the bed. "There has to be something we can

do."

"There was but you wouldn't do it, would you?" Spike questioned sounding annoyed with the situation. "How many times did we talk about

this? How many promises did you break?"

Xander thought back through their relationship and multiple conversations popped into his mind. "A lot," Xander whispered.

"Exactly. Did you really think I'd just be fine with this? That I would just forget about it?" Spike turned to look at Xander for the first time. "I

may have been born at night but it wasn't last bloody night!"

"But aren't you blowing this a little out of proportion? I mean this is a little excessive I think," Xander said which earned him a death glare.

Spike was suddenly in front of Xander staring up at him. "You don't even care that you broke your promise, are you?" he accused.

"I do!" Xander said grabbing Spike and pulling him close. "And I'm so sorry, Spike."

"Xan, I moved in two months ago and I'm still living out of a bloody suitcase! You had all that time to clean out the closet and give me space

but you haven't. Are you regretting inviting me to live with you?" Spike asked hating that he was feeling so insecure about the whole situation.

Xander was shocked that Spike was questioning that. "Of course I don't! I'm so sorry I've made you feel like that." He pulled Spike into a tight

embrace. "I've been stupid; I wasn't thinking."

"Cause you're an idiot," Spike said his voice muffled into Xander's shoulder.

"I love you so much, I can't imagine not having you here with me. Please forgive me for being such an ass," Xander begged as he tightened his

hold on Spike.

Glad that he was a vampire because if he wasn't Xander would have most likely have broken some of his ribs. "Of course I do," Spike said

softly. "I love you too bloody much, ya git."

Xander pulled back slightly not losing contact from Spike. "So we're okay?"

"Yeah, pet," Spike said with a smile.

"Good," Xander sighed in relief. "What do we do now?"

Spike pointed to the closet. "You do what you said you promised me you were going to."

Xander groaned. "But I don't know what stuff to get rid of and what to keep!"

"I've already started the get rid of pile for you." Spike pointed to the bed.

"Those are all my Hawaiian shirts!" Xander said realizing for the first time.

"They're hideous. You hide under them, as well. And with that body of yours you shouldn't be hiding it," Spike announced as his run over his

Xander's chest. "I want everyone know what they're missing out on and that all of this is mine."

Xander rubbed his cheek against Spike's. "You should have said that weeks ago. That would have gotten a fire under my stupid ass!"

"So we can burn these ugly things?" Spike asked hopefully.

"How about a bonfire at slayer central? We have roast marshmallows!" Xander said excitedly.

With a shake of his head Spike watched as Xander threw out more of his Hawaiian shirts. He had no idea how Xander collected so many in

such a short time but all that matter was that he finally going to stop living out of bags and he wouldn't have to look at those eye sores anymore. Today was a win for this vampire.

The End