Title: All Roads Led to You 9/?
Author: Forsaken2003
Pairing: S/X
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I own none, all belong to Joss Whedon
Comments: Always welcomed!
Summary: After a demon kills his sister Spike takes him out. He isn't prepared for the outcome.
Warnings/Spoilers: Series never happened
Beta'd by: Unbeta'd

Prompt #362 from Tamingthemuse- Malleable

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

Spike was furious. Not at Xander but himself. He had promised that he would take care of Xander and protect him and what did he do? He scared the poor boy. Though it confused him as to why it wasn't the first time he'd ever touched Xander. On bad days Spike would pet Xander's hair or just hold him. Why was today different?

In frustration Spike picked up a metal pipe and pressed it into a U shape before tossing it away. It didn't make him feel any better. He became afraid. What if Xander didn't trust him anymore? What if he wanted to leave? It wasn't like Xander had many options though Spike was sure he could find another vampire that could take care of Xander. Spike would of course threaten the vampire if anything happened to Xander.

Spike leaned against a prick wall and slid down. He didn't want Xander to leave him. It had only been a few weeks since he stumbled upon Xander but he'd already grown attached to the human. Maybe more than he should have. When Spike looked at Xander he didn't see a victim. He saw a grown man that survived everything the world tossed at him. Xander was a gorgeous, brave young man and Spike would be lying if he said he didn't find Xander attractive. Spike sighed, it didn't matter though, and there was no way in hell that Xander would feel the same way.

There was nothing Spike could do except be there for Xander and hope that Xander didn't leave him. He didn't know what he would do if he was left alone. Sure he'd have the minions but he could care less about them. They were a dime a dozen while Xander was one in a million.

Xander's long brown hair, hazel eyes and lips came into Spike's thoughts. Damn it how was Spike supposed to keep himself in check when the human was sexy? Xander was bloody perfect!

Spike was so deep in thought he didn't sense the middle age man who walked up to him. "Are you all right, son?"

"What?" Spike's head whipped up to see the man towering over him. Gracefully he stood up to his full height.

"You seem lost," the man explained. "Do you have a place to stay? There's a shelter a couple blocks down."

Spike barked out a laugh. "I've got a place to stay. I'm just thinking."

"Girl trouble," the man guessed.

"Something like that," Spike muttered.

The man tsked. "Love, it's a hard thing but worth it. Whoever the girl is you should fight for her."

Spike shook his head and said, "Things are complicated. H-she has been through a lot and she doesn't need me adding more confusion to her life."

The man sighed. Why were young people so naïve. "Maybe you telling her is exactly what she needs."

Could this man be right, Spike thought. It did kind of make sense for ten years or more Xander had gone without love. Maybe being told that he was loved was what Xander needed. "Thanks, mate. Now I almost feel bad about this."

Before the man could ask what Spike was talking about he watched as Spike's face shifted before being lunged at, teeth sinking into his throat.

When Spike was full he let go of the man and watched him slump onto the ground. Spike wiped his mouth. "Thanks again, mate," he said before turning around and heading home.