Monsters Spike/Xander 500 words.

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This is a pressie for willshenilshe. Not really for Chrismas but as a "you need a hug" pressie. I hope you like. This will be crossposted to my own lj too.


Monsters

When he was little he was afraid of the dark, of the monsters that were under the bed and in the closet and that lurked in the drain of the bathtub just waiting to gobble up little boy’s toes.

Then he grew up a little and was only afraid of his parents and other people’s ridicule. That was when he had Jesse and Willow there to help ease the burden. He could slip out at nights and go to their houses and just be himself. The dark didn’t seem so scary when he was with them.

Then Buffy came to town and he found out that there really were monsters waiting to leave him for dead. Even worse they drained Jesse and then poof…he was gone.

In the past six and a half years so many things had changed and there had been so much heartache. Now he had his very own private monster in his closet. Spike had returned from wherever he’d been complete with soul and a case of insanity. He was getting better but in the time that he’d been living with him, Xander had to face many things about himself that he didn’t like. In the end they had become friends of a sort, still ready to snark at each other at a moments notice but they had forgiven each other for past misdeeds.

Xander had long ago admitted to himself at the very least that Spike was one sexy son of a bitch. He was lithe and graceful and had a voice that sent shivers down his spine. Good kinds of shivers. Then he actually got to know Spike, not as the Big Bad or a vampire but as the man who shared his rooms and had bad dreams and problems with his past.

Once Xander had learned that he’d fallen. In lust at the very least, maybe more.

Now Spike was taking a shower and Xander had retreated to his bedroom from the living room to hide. He was lying on his stomach, hoping like hell the mattress and comforter would be enough to muffle the scent of his arousal. He groaned and pillowed his head in his arms as he unconsciously thrust his hardening cock against the bed.

“Xander? You okay?”

He looked at the door way and there, framed by the light, was Spike. Spike, wearing nothing but a towel and water droplets. He tried to answer without sounding breathless. “Yeah Spike, just thought I’d turn in early.” He burrowed his head back into his arms and waited for the sound of Spike’s door closing.

Suddenly a cool hand was running down his back only to rest on his ass. “Thought I’d stay with you tonight. That okay Xan?”

Xander looked into blue eyes and he could see that Spike knew and what he was offering. “More than okay Spike. A whole world of more than okay.”

Suddenly, being in the dark with a monster was a very nice place to be.

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