Title: Blood Money 3/9

Author: Forsaken2003

Pairing: S/X

Rating: R

Disclaimer: I own none, all belong to Joss Whedon

Comments: Always welcomed!

Summary: Spike went to England after fighting off Wolfram and Hart to stand with the Scooby gang minus Xander. After realizing he didn't belong there anymore Spike moved to Boston only to find Xander. What is Xander doing in Boston and why did he abandon his friends?

Warnings/Spoilers: Post NFA

Beta'd by: Whichclothes

Part Three

Spike still couldn't believe he saw Xander. Fuck, he couldn't believe he shagged and bit Xander! For a week that was all he could think about. How tight Xander was and how the heat consumed Spike. Burned him up. The taste of Xander's tangy blood still lingered on his tongue even days later.

He had his phone in his hand trying to figure out what to do. Xander was right, Spike wanted to call him up and set up another play date. The only problem was he also wanted to call Buffy and tell her he found Xander. That he was happy… being a whore to a bunch of vampires. He knew he couldn't do that. It would break Buffy's and the others' hearts and Xander would probably do a runner. Also he and Buffy weren't exactly on talking terms.

Not wanting to think about what was the right thing to do, Spike grabbed his duster and decided that a stroll would do him some good. And if he happened to stumble across a vamp or two it would only be right to dust them and make Boston a little safer place to live. Also Spike could pretend they were vampires that had a taste of Xander. Spike scowled when Xander was still in his head.

The door closed behind him.

Ten seconds later Spike was back, his cell phone in hand and dialing the number that he'd been staring at for the last week. After three rings the voice mail kicked in.

"Hey, this is Alex. Sorry I can't take your call right now but leave your name and number and I'll call you back and we can set you an appointment." There was a beep.

Spike managed to stop himself from strangling the phone. He then cleared his throat. "Xander, it's Spike. I was just thinking… it was nice seeing you and I thought we could get together again. Call me. 555-1702. Erm… bye." He turned the phone off and smacked himself in the forehead with his cell. He sounded like a right prat. A complete idiot. Was he honestly getting flustered over Xander Harris? It had to be the soul.

Xander let the water cascade over his body. The hot water eased his aching muscles. It had been a busy week. It was like every vampire in Boston was horny and they all had his number. Not that Xander was complaining; it just felt like his cock needed a break. Maybe he'd take a couple days off to rest and recuperate. Then he would get back to his clients. If any of them had a problem with it Xander didn't care.

His plans consisted of sleeping and doing grocery shopping. He was just about out of everything. A beer run would be needed as well. Also Xander was hoping to hit the gym. The vampires weren't after his sparkling personality after all! There were some shows he needed to catch up on as well on Netflix.

The sound of his phone could be heard through the sound of the shower. It cut off when the voice mail cut in. A smile crossed over Xander's face. Fifth call today. Never in his life had he felt so… special. Needed. It was nice to finally get the recognition he deserved. Who would have thought it would be by vampires and not the people he called his friends. The smile faltered. So why wasn't he happy?

Only when the water turned cold did Xander shut it off. Xander grabbed his towel and did a quick dry on his hair before gently wiping his face of drops of water. His empty socket still hurt from time to time. Xander figured it always would. Wrapping the towel around his waist he made his way to the bedroom.

Once Xander was dressed in grey sweat pants and a dark green tee shirt he grabbed his phone ignoring the messages, and ordered out for Thai. Xander then grabbed a beer from the fridge before he sat down on his brown leather couch, put his feet up on the coffee table and turned on the television. There was a hockey game on. Boston Bruins against Buffalo Sabres.

Nine minutes later Xander checked his messages. Four of them were fledges. Xander could tell by the way they sounded. So needy. Like they didn't know what to do. Well they could find someone else to munch on tonight. The fifth one wasn't a shock. Spike finally decided to call him. He held out longer than Xander had thought. Too bad Xander was too tired for sex.

Even though Xander wasn't in the mood for sex or being a blood donor it didn't mean he couldn't phone Spike. Right? After all Spike was an old friend… kind of. It would be nice to talk to an old friend. Maybe get some information on the gang, just to make sure they were okay of course. Also to make sure Spike didn't phone them telling them what Xander had been doing. Not that they would care.

"Ello," Spike's voice came over the phone. Xander hadn't even realized he'd dialed.

"Hey, Spike," Xander replied. "I got your message."

Spike took a deep breath trying to keep cool. "Yeah. You busy tonight?"

"No, I'm kind of taking a couple days off. It's kind of been a long week," Xander explained.

"Oh…" Spike's end went silent.

Xander ran a hand through his hair. "But if you still want to get together. I guess you could stop by my place. I'm just waiting on Thai food and watching the hockey game."

Spike couldn't say he wasn't disappointed but seeing Xander was better than going to a bar and hanging around idiot minions all night. "Yeah, sure." Spike was sure that he sounded nonchalant about the idea. He couldn't appear too eager.

With the address given Xander waited for Spike and the food to arrive. It would be nice to hang out with someone that didn't involve him working. Xander loved what he did it was fun but he got lonely.

Spike was nervous when he reached Xander's home. He didn't really know how to act. Did he act friendly or flirty? Sure Xander said he wasn't interested in sex tonight but that didn't mean it couldn't happen. After all Xander did say he had a healthy sexual appetite. Which was why Spike had a thousand dollars in the inside pocket of his duster. A regular boy scout he was.

He knocked on the door and within seconds the door was pulled open. "Hey, Spike," Xander said with a smile.

"Ello, Xander," Spike stood there awkwardly. He held up a hand that contained a bottle of wine. "Thought it could go with dinner."

Xander looked at Spike oddly but stepped back. "Come in, Spike."