Title: Spike to the Rescue 7/?
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 #441 from tamingthemuse- Normal

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

December came and Xander and Spike were planning Christmas. It was so strange at how normal that felt. Spike was going to pick up a tree from a lot that one of his friends worked at and Xander had some ornaments that were in a storage unit. They were planning Christmas dinner and the gang was going to come over. There would be no gift exchange this year due to the lack of funds for everyone. That was fine though because everyone would be contributing to the dinner or treats.

Spike walked into the apartment with bags from Walmart. "I can't believe I actually went shopping. For Christmas lights and garland no less!"

Xander grinned at Spike. "I hate to tell you this, Spike, but I think you might be becoming domesticated," he said jokingly.

Spike grumbled to himself. "Pete said he'd drop of the tree after he was done work."

"Great," Xander said with a smile. "You know you didn't need to actually go to Walmart. I've got some lights and garland in the box you got from my storage locker."

"And they look older than you do, pet. You deserve to have the very best tree," Spike declared. "Besides it wasn't too bad."

When Spike walked passed Xander, Xander grabbed him and pulled him down for a kiss. "How did I get so lucky to have you, Spike?"

"I'm the one that's lucky, Xan. When I came here that first night I had prepared myself for you to slam the door in my face," Spike answered.

Xander laughed. "If you remember correctly you stormed in here not giving me a second to figure out what was happening."

Spike smirked. "That's my way of doing things. Acting before thinking."

"Another thing we have in common," Xander replied. He looked down at his cast. Next week he'd be getting it removed. "So what happens next week?"

Spike sat down beside Xander and gently placed his hand on the colorful cast. The girls had come over weeks ago with permanent markers and went to town. When Buffy found out that her best guy friend was now snogging Spike she made a rainbow with the words 'Gay Pride' written underneath. Willow had chastised her for that, saying maybe Xander didn't want his friends from the construction site to know that. Xander simply shrugged and said, "I don't know if I'm gay but I like Spike, if they have a problem with it, screw them."

"Well, you'll go back to work. But you'll take it easy," Spike said with a tone that left no debate.

"Yeah, I know but I mean... will you go back to your crypt?" Xander asked.

Quiet for several minutes Spike finally replied. "I was thinking about it. Of course if it has been run over by other demons by now."

"Oh…" was all Xander said before going back to watching TV.

"Why? What were you thinking?" Spike asked. He didn't tell Xander what he really wanted. That he wanted to officially move into the spare room. Okay he wanted to move into Xander's room but one step at a time.

"It's been nice having you here," Xander replied. "I know I don't usually spend a lot of time at home because of work and patrol but it gets lonely. I guess I'm just not good at living alone." He looked sheepish.

Spike nudged Xander's cheek with his nose. "I've never lived on my own either until last year and I'm hundred and twenty-five years old."

"So if I asked you to stay, does that mean you would?" Xander asked hopefully.

"Anything you want," Spike answered before kissing Xander.