Title: Best Laid Plans 9/16
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 Nine
The next morning Spike woke up with Xander's warm body curled around him. Obviously an unconscious Xander didn't understand what boundaries were. After a minute of consideration Spike decided not to push Xander off the bed. After all, Xander looked so peaceful. Spike noticed Xander didn't have that look when he was awake. None of the Scoobies really did though. So instead he wrapped his arms around Xander as if he were trying to keep that peaceful look on his face for just a bit longer. Xander did deserve that. If someone were to walk in they would say Spike and Xander looked adorable.
He thought back to the night before. It had been a fun night. He'd danced with Xander a little, surprised that Xander started to grind against him. Their jean clad cocks rubbed against each other. Spike of course followed suit. Surprisingly it wasn't that hard to fake. It had just been so long since he got any type of stimulation. It also didn't hurt because when he looked over at Buffy, who was staring at them, jealousy covered her face. It only took fifteen minutes for Buffy to come over and ask to step in. Spike could hardly keep the grin off his face.
Spike remembered the look on Xander's face as if he wanted to say no. It didn't make any sense to Spike, though if he were to guess it was just an involuntary thing.
Xander stirred opened his eyes and blinked at Spike confused for a minute. "Last night was fun," Xander murmured and snuggled back down sleepily. His mind was in a fog from last night. The way Spike touched him and he touched Spike back. All the jealous glances they were getting from not only Buffy but everyone. The last time he had that much attention on him was when he did the love spell in high school. This was so much better.
"Yeah, it was. Buffy was fuming with jealously until she finally came over," Spike said excitedly, happy to see Xander awake. "Only be a matter of time and it's all thanks to you. I don't know how I'll ever be able to repay you!"
"Huh?" Xander asked confused for a minute. He then remembered how the night ended. The way Xander had wanted it to would have been much better. "Oh, yeah, right." He sat up and rubbed the sleep dirt from his eyes.
Spike was smiling. "I'm going to make you breakfast!" He jumped out of bed before pulling on his jeans. "How does bacon, pancakes and scrambled eggs sound?"
Xander's mouth already started to water. "That sounds great. But you don't have to."
"You're just afraid my food will poison you." Spike waved him off. "I've been cooking since I was a human."
"Really?" Xander scrambled out of bed and raced after Spike who was already in the kitchen. "I thought you were upper class Victorian or something like that?"
Spike sighed as he pulled out pans and the makings for breakfast. "We were until mother fell ill. A lot of money went to paying the bills. Not that the doctors were much help. They did all they could with the knowledge they knew but it wasn't enough." Spike's voice was tight. Even thought it had been over a hundred years, a life time for a human, it still stung.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring up your past," Xander said, feeling guilty.
"It was a long time ago." Spike starting frying up the bacon. "Speaking of parents, haven't seen yours coming around."
Xander snorted. "You lived in the basement for a few weeks, Spike. Do you actually think I'd invite them over?"
"Good point," Spike responded. "Better off without them."
"I'd like to think so. Besides I've got Willow, Buffy, Giles, Tara and you. I don't need my parents anymore." Xander grabbed a glass and poured himself a glass of orange juice. "Blood?"
Spike went silent contemplating what Xander said. Did he really consider Spike as a friend? It had been so long since Spike had actually had one that it was such new territory for him. Friend? Yeah Spike could see that. "Ta."
The mug was placed in the microwave. Xander bit his lip wanting to talk about last night. "So last night was fun. Even without the whole make Buffy jealous thing."
"Yeah, you're a very convincing boyfriend. Anyone who lands you will be lucky. Got me hard you did," Spike said offhandedly.
"Really?" Xander beamed. He knew they had this conversation the night before but he thought maybe it was the alcohol talking or something. Xander had thought he felt something poking him the night before but wasn't sure if it was his imagination or had just been Spike's lighter.
Spike grunted in reply. He divided up the food onto two plates before setting one down in front of Xander before grabbing a fork for himself. Digging into his own food he felt Xander's eyes on him. "What?"
"Your blood is done," Xander said holding the mug up. Spike had been so deep in his own world that he hadn't even heard the timer go. He accepted the mug, his fingers grazing Xander's. A spark seemed to go through both of them. Spike's eyes widened and pulled his hand away. What was that? Shaking it off as just static electricity Spike took a sip of his blood.
Xander on the other hand could only stare. That had been weird. Of course the thought of static electricity had entered his mind but he really didn't think that was what that was. It felt like something…more. "Hey, Spike, can I ask you a question?" Xander asked while he stuffed two pieces of bacon in his mouth.
"You already did." Spike smirked in response. Xander scowled at him. "Shoot."
"Have you ever thought that maybe…Buffy isn't the one for you?" Xander asked, trying to sound casual.
Spike set down his fork and wiped his mouth with a napkin. "What do you mean?"
"I mean…it's just… I…why Buffy?" Xander floundered. He started to perspire.
"You had feelings for her once. You know why," Spike replied, looking suspiciously at Xander. "What's this about, Harris? Your feelings come back for her?" he asked accusingly. Jealously flashed past through his eyes.
Xander's mouth fell open. "What? No! God no! She's only like a sister to me now!"
Spike scratched his neck. "Then what's with the question?"
"I'm just asking why Buffy. You know a lot of demons and I'm sure humans. Ones that I have no doubt are interested in you."
"You are a daft one, aren't ya?" Spike asked with a shake of his head. "I'm in love with Buffy. She's strong, funny, and independent. No one could ever compare to her. Drusilla doesn't even compare."
Xander's throat closed up. Why did he even care? He didn't want to be with Spike. He didn't have feelings for him and he most certainly wasn't falling in love with him. Fuck, Tara was right. This was a bad idea and by the end of this he was going to be hurt.
Spike was out of his seat and at Xander's side rubbing his back. "Bloody hell, breathe! What's wrong with ya? My cooking isn't that bad, is it?"
"No. No, it's just I'm jealous of Buffy," Xander replied and then back pedaled. "That she has someone who cares for her that much. I'm not only jealous of Buffy but of Willow too because she has Tara and they love each other so much and I don't have that and I probably won't have that," he babbled and stood up. "I should take a shower. Thanks for breakfast."
"What was that about?" Spike asked himself.
Xander decided he needed to move things along with Buffy and Spike. He couldn't take this anymore. The sooner the two of them were together the sooner Xander would realize he wasn't in love with Spike, just the idea of him. Buffy was in the training room when Xander arrived at the Magic Box. Luckily no one else was there.
"Hey, Buff, I need to talk to you," Xander said startling Buffy.
"Geez, Xan! I don't want to be the first slayer to die of a heart attack! That would be embarrassing," Buffy replied with a grin. She frowned when Xander didn't smile back. "What's wrong? You're all in serious mode. You're never serious unless it's important. Is it Spike? Is he okay? I mean he didn't hurt you, did he?" She fumbled over her words, looking guilty.
Xander flopped down on to the bench. "It's about Spike…and you."