XanWhelp the Brown-Eyed Pet and his Lovepire

Spike found Xander huddled up on the couch, crying piteously as he was accustomed to do.

'What's wrong, my little whelpish Xanpet?' Spike asked. Xander, looked up beseechingly at Spike, tears glistening in his big brown cow eyes while snot glistened enticingly on his upper lip. 'Well, Spike, I'm feeling a bit down I suppose. What with my father and uncle popping down to the basement every ten minutes to viciously sodomise me.'

Spiked cocked his eyebrow. No, not that one, the other one with the sexy scar. 'Cor blimey, my little pettish whelp. I can see how that would bloody well get you down. But don't worry, I snuck upstairs just 20 minutes ago and violently murdered your entire family. And that bitch Buffy who made you buy all those donuts and whom I never really loved!'

'Oh, Spike you're so good to me!' Xander simpered. 'How can I ever repay you for brutally butchering my family and friends?'

'How about I piston your love tunnel with my 12-inch throbbing man schlong and fill you up with my freezing cold love juice, my chocolaty-eyed pet Xan whelp!'

With that, Xander became completely and irrevocably bent and swooned into Spike's arms crying and dribbling snot everywhere while swearing his undying devotion. For theirs was a true love. Like Matt Damon and Ben Affleck, but not as gay.

TO BE CONTINUED…OR WILL IT?