Title: Babysitting Duties 4/?
Author: Forsaken2003
Pairing: S/X
Rating: PG13
Disclaimer: I own none, all belong to Joss Whedon
Comments: Always welcomed!
Summary: Spike and Xander babysit Dawn for the weekend.
Warnings/Spoilers: Season 5.
Beta'd by: Unbeta'd
Prompt #499 from tamingthemuse- Squalor
Note: From now on most of my tamingthemuse stories will be named as the challenge.
It was well after two in the morning when Spike ended up quietly sneaking out of the house, careful not to wake either human. As much as he was enjoying snuggling with his Xan-pet he had been going a little stir crazy and needed to let his demon out. A few kills and he'd be good and ready to actually sleep. With his vampire senses it wouldn't take him very long to find a good fight.
His spider senses which Xander loved to call his and Buffy's powers tingled when he reached a seedy house. From the way it looked, no one had lived there in years. It was a house that wasn't even a fixer upper, it was one that should be torn town and a new house built.
Spike snuck in and the inside was worse than the outside. It was in complete squalor. There was blood everywhere from the vampires kill and from the smell of it they actually kept the carcasses. A few more weeks and it would be gaining the attention of human senses. At least by then they wouldn't be walking into the lion's den.
There were only six fledges; he had hoped there would be more. So Spike's fun ended quicker than he would have liked. But on the plus side he would be back at the Summer's house before anyone realized he was missing.
An hour later found Spike creeping back into the Summer's resident locking the door behind him. He was able to see in the dark well enough not to bump into anything as he made his way to Xander. As carefully as he could he crawled into the sleeping bag. With a content sigh he closed his eyes to get a couple hours sleep.
"Did you have a good hunt?" Xander asked. His eyes were still closed.
Spike tensed up afraid Xander was mad at him. "I killed six vampires."
Xander rolled over and wrapped himself around Spike. Most would think it was because he wanted to cuddle but Spike knew better. It was to stop him from leaving again. "Good. Did they hurt you?" His breath hot on Spike's cheek.
"Hurt me?" Spike scoffed. "Course not. I'm the Big Bad, remember?"
"Did you remember that you are wearing my red plaid sleep pants and a white wife beater?" Xander asked.
Spike could feel Xander smiling against him. "Sodding hell! I was wondering why they were laughing at me before I killed them."
A snort escaped Xander as he imagined Spike with his Big Bad image in his pajamas. If only he could have been there to see it. Though Spike would have found some way to kill him for allowing him to leave the house dressed like that. "If you're done beating things up, we should get some sleep. I have no doubt Dawn is going to be up early and you have to help me make breakfast."
Spike moaned. He hated cooking but Xander loved doing the domestic thing together and who was he to deny his pet his little pleasures? "I'll make the toast."
"Thank you." Xander kissed Spike and laid his head on Spike's pillow.
In a few hours they were going to have their hands full all day with a teenage girl. It was horrifying.