Title: Spike to the Rescue 2/?
Author: Forsaken2003
Pairing: S/X
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I own none, all belong to Joss Whedon
Comments: Always welcomed!
Summary: After breaking his leg on patrol Spike is the one to take care of Xander.
Warnings/Spoilers: Season 5
Beta'd by: Unbeta'd

Prompt #435 from tamingthemuse- Sordid

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

A few days passed and Xander felt absolutely disgusting. He hadn't showered since the morning of his injury. Xander had no idea how he was supposed to shower; he didn't even have a tub to possibly soak in. He did a quick sniff of his right armpit and groan. Yeah, he stunk.

"Problem, pet?" Spike asked as he came from the kitchen with a ham and cheese sandwich with sour cream and onion chips on the side.

"I am absolutely disgusting!" Xander complained as he accepted the plate. "Why didn't you tell me?"

Spike went back in the kitchen for some blood. He threatened Willy that if he didn't bring him fifteen bags of blood or he'd bash his skull in. Willy was an idiot because he always forgot that Spike couldn't physically hurt him. "You're not that bad. If you were I'd have told you."

"Would you?" Xander called out.

"Would I what?" Spike asked when he walked back in with a warm mug of blood.

Xander watched as Spike took a sip. Over the last few days he found it less and less sordid. "Would you tell me if I stunk something fierce?"

"Of course I would. Why wouldn't I?" Spike asked. He looked honestly confused and dammit if Xander didn't think it was cute. Obviously his leg wasn't the only thing he had injured.

"Because the last four days you have been extremely… sweet," Xander replied. "You've been… well not you lately. One would think you liked me or something."

Spike sipped on his blood some more not looking at Xander. When his blood was gone he stood and went to the kitchen to rinse it. He'd do a real wash later. When he walked back into the living room he saw that Xander had put some of the chips in his sandwich causing it to crunch every time Xander took a bite. After Xander was his lunch Spike finally spoke. "I could give you a wash."

Xander thought he was going to choke on nothing. "What? What did you say?"

"I could wash you. A sponge bath," Spike repeated himself. "It won't be perfect but you'll feel cleaner."

"I-I don't know if that's a good idea," Xander stammered out.

Spike raised his eyebrow. "You do realize I've helped you change into fresh clothes right?"

Xander blushed. "That was different. There was no touching."

"I don't plan on molesting you," Spike said clearly offended. "Do you really think that little of me?"

"No, strangely enough I don't," Xander said honestly. "It's not you. If it was Buffy or Willow offering I'd be just as uncomfortable."

Spike nodded accepting Xander's answer.

"I would really appreciate it if you could help me into the bathroom though. I could fill the sink up with soapy water and then give myself a quick scrub down," Xander said coming up with a compromise.

Spike was not going to argue. Anything that made Xander feel more relaxed he'd do it. "Sure. Then I'll go down to the laundry room and do a couple loads of laundry."

"You know how to use a washer and drier?" Xander asked.

"After what happened in the basement with shrinking my clothes I thought that I'd better learn if I didn't want to have to keep stealing new jeans," Spike answered. "Just let me know if anything shouldn't be put in the drier."

Xander just stared at Spike. Spike was willing to do his laundry? Correctly? "That would be great. Thank you, Spike."

"That's what I'm here for," Spike said with a smile as he helped Xander up off the couch. With Spike's help Xander made it to the bathroom. He then ran warm water in the sink before helping Xander strip down. Neither of them said a word. "If you need any help just give me a shout, yeah?"

"Yeah, if you hear a thud come fast," Xander joked but the look on Spike's face made him wish he hadn't said anything. He slowly closed the door on Spike and let out a sigh.

Spike let out a sigh as he went to tidy up. Not that there was much of a mess but he had to do something that would stop him from pressing his ear against the door to make sure that Xander in fact didn't fall. That thought almost made Spike have an anxiety attack!

When the dishes were clean Spike started his way to the bathroom just to check on Xander but he was stopped by the phone ringing. He glared at the phone before answering it. "What?" He barked.

"Spike, please tell me you've had better manners towards Xander than on the phone," Willow said.

"Course I have. Do you think he'd be letting me stay in his flat if I was rude?" Spike questioned with his eyebrow rose even though she couldn't see it. When she didn't say anything he continued. "So I go back to my original question. What?"

Willow huffed. "I just wanted to see how Xander was doing. Is he going stir crazy?"

"He's doing fine. Watching lots of Sci-fi crap and reading comic books. He's just washing up right now," Spike answered.

"He didn't go for the sponge bath, huh?" Willow said with a small laugh.

Spike scowled. "You better not be with the slayer saying stuff like that!" He hissed.

"Relax I'm alone. So… any hanky panky I need to know about?" Willow teased.

"Shut up," Spike grumbled.

Willow turned serious. "Has he figured it out yet?"

"Sort of. I ignored it," Spike confessed. "I'm hundred and thirty years old and I'm acting like a bloody school girl."

"I think it's sweet," Willow said. When she was growled at she replied, "Sorry."

Spike looked at the closed bathroom door. "Do I even have a chance here, Red? Honestly?"

"Of course you do!" Willow replied seriously. "I know it doesn't seem like it but Xander isn't as straight as he lets on. He hasn't ever been with another guy before but he does look and I know that he thinks you're hot even if he is in denial. I've seen him looking."

"Spike?" Xander called. "I forgot a towel."

Spike almost dropped the phone. "Be there in a moment, pet!" He spoke into the phone. "He needs me got to go!" And he hung up. Xander needed him!