Title: Best Laid Plans 4/16
Author: Forsaken2003
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I own none; all belong to Joss Whedon
Comments: Always welcomed!
Summary: Xander decides he wants to help Spike and Buffy get together. What better way than to pretend they are dating?
Warnings/Spoilers: Season 5
Beta'd by: Whichclothes

Part Four

Xander and Spike were having their third "date night" since their little charade started. They agreed if they were going to be pretending to date they had to make it believable. Also they never knew when the girls would decide to drop by.

While they watched Billy Madison Xander stuffed his face with popcorn and Spike sipped on a mug of O positive. He had convinced Xander that he needed blood at his apartment or it wouldn't look like they were serious. Xander huffed, forked out a hundred dollars and lost half of the room in his freezer.

"How are things going with Buffy?" Xander asked while Adam Sadler sang about going back to school.

"I'm not sure," Spike confessed. "She's helping me if I'm in a jam during patrol now instead of letting me getting pummeled but she's still treating me like bloody dirt."

Xander hmmed. "Well her helping you out is definitely a good sign. It's only been a couple weeks I'm sure there will be more developments soon."

Spike raised an eyebrow. "Developments? Pretty big word for you, whelp."

"I'm not an idiot. I know some four syllable words!" Xander said, insulted. He crossed his arms over his chest and went back to the movie. You'd think Spike would be a little bit grateful.

"Don't be such a pansy," Spike said, which earned him a glare.

Xander stood up. "Date night is over," he declared and turned off the T.V.

"What's crawled up your arse?" Spike demanded, standing as well.

"How about the fact that I am helping you and you still can't stop treating me like I'm the scum on your shoes!" Xander yelled.

There was a knock on the door and both their heads whipped around. With a sigh Xander walked around the couch over to the door. He wasn't completely shocked to see that it was Buffy on the other side of the door. Every time they announced that it was "date night" Buffy showed up. "Buffy, what are you doing here?" His tone was slightly annoyed.

"Oh… I just wanted to see if you wanted to go to the Bronze," Buffy answered. Her eyes turned to Spike. "Oh! It's your date, isn't it?" she asked, trying to sound like she actually forgot. Buffy would never win an Oscar. "I heard you yelling. Is everything okay?"

Spike walked over and plastered himself against Xander. "Yeah, we were just joking around and I took it too far." He nuzzled against Xander's neck and kissed it. Spike was surprised when Xander didn't flinch at all. "I'm sorry. Really." And he was. He was still getting used to having a friend and that was exactly what Xander was. And it scared the shit out of him. Honestly he was just waiting to find out that this was a big joke that everyone was in on. He didn't have trust issues, not at all.

"Thanks, Buff, but me and Spike are going to finish our movie and then maybe go to bed," Xander told her. Two sets of eyes stared at him.

"Oh…I didn't realize you guys were…you know," Buffy said, feeling and looking very uncomfortable. "Spike can come with." And since when did she start wanting Spike to hang out? Of course she knew the answer but wouldn't admit it…to anyone! She could not be having any sort of feelings towards Spike. He was her best friend's boyfriend! But she was seeing him in a new light. Of course Spike had always been caring to Drusilla in a sick kind of twisted way but he wasn't like that with Xander. Spike was kind and considerate and passionate!

"Thanks for the offer Buff, but rain check?" Xander asked as he leaned against Spike. He could see by the look in her eyes that she was jealous. Their plan was working. Of course Xander was starting to worry. What if Buffy just wanted Spike because he was unavailable and it had absolutely nothing about her having feelings towards him? He was manipulating his own friend. If she ever found out she'd never forgive him.

Buffy put on a fake smile. "Sure. I'll see you guys later."

Xander closed the door behind her and rested his head against it.

"What's wrong?" Spike asked. "You still mad at me?"

"No…I'm just thinking." Xander stood up and walked around Spike. He then turned to Spike. "I'm deceiving my best friend!"

Spike frowned. The charade had been going on for weeks. "You're having second thoughts? This was your plan, mate! You're the one who dragged me into this!"

"I'm not having second thoughts…not really anyway. Just promise me whatever the outcome is, if this works or not that they never find out."

"That's what this is all about. The White Hat in you is finally coming out," Spike commented.

"Promise me!"

Spike sighed. Xander was putting a lot on the line in this little scheme. Did he really want to screw up Xander's friendships? No, but Xander didn't need to know that. "Of course I'm not going to bloody tell anyone! If they ever found out Buffy wouldn't have anything to do with me, would she?" Nice save mate, think about only yourself.

"Yeah, right, anyway thanks." Xander stood there awkwardly not sure what else to say. "Want to finish the movie?"

With a nod they sat back down. Spike's mind wasn't on the movie it was on Buffy and the look of jealousy on her face. It wouldn't be much longer until she admitted her feelings for him.

Xander tossed and turned. He couldn't get comfortable; it was too damn hot. Finally he threw the covers off his body and flipped the pillow. Spike left two hours ago to do some hunting and Xander decided sleep sounded like a good idea. With a groan he rolled out of bed and stomped over to the window, opening it half way. When Xander turned around he was startled when he Spike leaning against the door frame of his bedroom.

"Fuck, Spike!" Xander yelped. "What are you doing here?"

"Got bored. Thought I'd see if you were still awake," Spike commented. He looked Xander up and down. The only thing Xander wore was his Spiderman boxers. Spike raised an eyebrow but didn't comment. "Looks like you could use some cooling down," Spike said with a leer.

Xander gulped. "Um… yeah I was thinking about taking a shower. You can hang out though. I'm sure there are some crappy movies on T.V this time of night."

"Not in the mood for telly. I'm in the mood for something a little more…active." Spike sauntered into the bedroom. He walked up to Xander, their chests just inches apart. "I bet I could cool you down and then heat you up."

A cool puff of air hit Xander's cheek. "What are you doing, Spike?"

Spike chuckled and backed up only to pull his black tee over his head. "Not used to being hit on, Harris?"

"Umm… no. Faith threw me on the bed and kind of just had her way with me and then threw me out on my ass," Xander explained. It then registered that Spike said hit on. "Wait, you're hitting on me?"

"Mmm hmm," Spike mumbled as he kissed Xander's collar bone.

A whimper escaped Xander's throat. "W-what about Buffy?"

"Realized that she's not the one I want. Spending all this time with you the last couple weeks made me realize that," Spike explained. "Now shut up." And Spike kissed Xander.

Xander moaned and pulled Spike in closer. His skin was so cool and felt so good against his heated flesh. The kissing wasn't bad either. Spike definitely had a lot of experience. Did Spike actually mean that or was this some sort cruel joke? Spike did something incredible with his tongue and Xander suddenly didn't care. He wanted this. Wanted Spike. Now.

Spike pulled away but his hands were still on Xander. Still touching. "Touch me, Xan," he said somewhere between begging and an order. "Please."

Xander was surprised to hear Spike use the "P" word. He didn't even know Spike know the word. With a shuddering breath Xander ran his fingertips softly over Spike's chest. When Spike didn't draw away Xander became more confident. Spike's skin was soft but the muscles underneath were rock hard. He couldn't help but wonder if a certain part of Spike's anatomy was the same.

"Yes." Spike sighed as Xander's hand wandered lower. Xander's hands ran over Spike's jean clad ass, giving the globes a firm squeeze. Spike watched with glazed over eyes as Xander kneeled before him and quickly worked on undoing his jeans. Soon the material was pushed down pale thighs and pooled at Spike's ankles.

Xander could only stare at Spike's engorged member. It was huge! "Woah! Way bigger than Larry's."

Spike grinned. "And I'm much more experienced at how to use it."

Xander gulped.

"I'm feeling a bit ignored here, pet," Spike murmured as he ran his hand through Xander's hair.

"We can't have that, can we?" Xander replied. With a calming breath Xander had to remind himself that he'd done this before. It had just been awhile. It was probably just like riding a bike though. His tongue peeked out and licked the drop of pre-cum from the tip of Spike's cock. He smiled when Spike groaned from such a small act. Xander took the tip into his mouth and got it nice and wet.

Spike's hands gripped Xander's hair and he thrust forward roughly. Xander was taking it slow that was understandable but Spike had been aching for weeks to have Xander. How many times had he jerked of to the fantasy of Xander down on his knees for him? "Shh, it's okay," Spike cooed as Xander choked. "Breathe through your nose. Good, pet."

Xander licked and suckled on Spike's thick cock. He had been dazed but the sudden movement but Larry had done that and more to him. He was much rougher and loved being in control of Xander's body. Not that Xander didn't enjoy it and Larry knew that. Thinking of Larry reminded him of something he loved Xander doing. Pulling away before Spike could stop him, he sucked one of Spike's nuts into his mouth.

"Oh, fuck! Yes, just like that. Now the other one," Spike ordered. After this it would be Xander's turn to come. But not until Spike licked, sucked and bit every inch of Xander's glorious body. Spike gasped as Xander took both of his balls into his mouth. He always knew the boy had a big mouth and now he was putting it to good use. "I'm going to come, pet."

Hearing what was not said Spike's nuts fell from Xander's mouth and he wrapped his lips around Spike's shaft. A few sucks and Xander's mouth was flooded with Spike's thick and salty come. He swallowed as much as he could, but a few drops dribbled down his chin.

Spike sighed; it had been so long since someone besides him got him off. "That was wonderful, Xan, but it's time to get up now."

"Huh?" Xander said, wiping his mouth.

"It's time to get up," Spike repeated. He pulled Xander to his feet and kissed him.

Xander jerked upright. He was drenched in sweat and his boxer shorts were wet with come. "Oh shit!" Xander said, flopped back down, and threw his arm over his eyes.