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“Watch where you're stepping, Bleach boy,” Xander snaps at Spike.

 “Stop complaining, Whelp, this isn't exactly a picnic for me, either.”

“Oh come on, you're having a blast. All these nasty spiders and  dirt and darkness. I can't even see where I'm going.”

“Keep your gob shut. If you hadn’t forgotten the flashlight, we’d have plenty of light. It wasn’t my responsibility, I don’t need it.”

“Whatever. God, why did Giles have to send us here? You could have come alone,” Xander complains. This is so horrible, who knows what Spike’s thinking now. Probably wants to humiliate him. This is so embarrassing. He feels the burning on his cheeks. Fucking Spike! 

“I don't know,” Spike says, sounding calm.

Xander can’t help himself, he has to know. “Spike?”

“WHAT!”

“Why aren't you...”

"Shut up, Whelp."

“But…”

“Xander!”

“Spike, are you mad at me?” God(,) he’s pathetic! Why can’t somebody kill him now? He sounds like a girl! If only Spike would *say* something.

Finally Spike turns around. “Xan, pet, can you be quiet for a while? I'm trying to find that stupid stone and you're not helping.” Xander tries hard to see through the darkness. “I know, but we have to talk.”

Spike's back stiffens. “About what?”

“About last night.”

“Just a second ago you didn't even want to be here and what, now you want to talk?”

“I know I'm acting kinda strange, but... I guess I'm a little confused.”

Spike sighs. “Xander, I'm not so sure about this whole thing either, okay. And you are part of an effin’ Scooby Gang.”

“Effin’?” 

“Shut up. Just try to find the stone.”

“Gee, not that easy since the flashlight isn't here. I'm not a vampire(,) you know.”

Spike doesn't answer, just continues his search and finally Xander joins him, trying to find the stone by touch alone. Willow said it’s here and that it’s completely smooth. Not very many smooth rocks around now are there?

He carefully feels his way over the floor of the cave, trying very hard not to think what else he might accidentally find. After half an hour or so, Xander’s had enough. “Spike, I’m taking a break. I’m going outside for a minute, I need some fresh air.”

“Ok.”  

As Xander leaves Spike follows him. The cave isn't very big, or very deep, and it takes less than thirty seconds to get outside. Xander sits on the grass.

Spike comes to stand next to him, watching Xander. Xander stares back. “What?”

Spike doesn’t say a thing, just sits down, really close to Xander. 

Xander feels his hands start to tremble. Stupid hands, he thinks. No reason to feel nervous, it's just Spike. Spike. A vampire. A man. A man who he kissed last night. A man who kissed him back. Damn. Now his feet are trembling too. Not good. Luckily he’s sitting down.

“So-- “ Xander tries to start casually, but fails. Suddenly he jumps up. “Spike,” he begins again. 

Spike stands up too. “Yeah?” They’re still very close to each other.

Spike can't move. He just looks into his Xander’s eyes. Big, brown eyes. Bloody hell, this is ridiculous, but he just can't tear his eyes away. Last night had been amazing. The kiss had been so sudden, so perfect. Yet, he hadn't thought of Xander that way before. He had been blind. 

Minutes tick by. Then they are all over each other. They don't know which one took the first step and they don't care. Kissing. Kissing mouths, kissing cheeks, kissing eyelids. 

After a long time they finally calm down a bit. Just holding, each other, and Xander buries his face in Spike's hair. He's smiling. 

“Xan, that was wonderful.”

Xander looks up into Spike’s eyes, smiling. “Yes, yes it was. It was perfect.”

“Wanna repeat it?”

Xander hesitates. “Spike, what about Buffy? Or Willow or Giles? And Anya.” Omigod, Anya! He had forgotten Anya, his girlfriend.

Spike's voice gets cold. “I guess it's up to you()then. It's not like this was really anyth--“

“Spike, shut up.“ Spike just looks at him coldly. 

“Spike,” Xander says hesitantly, “I want to continue this thing, whatever it is, I mean if you want.”

“You do?” Spike raises his right eyebrow. “I’m surprised.”

“Welcome to the club.”

“You aren't worried about the Scoobies anymore?”

“Oh, I'm worried, trust me.”

“Than why do ya want to do this?”

“I.. I don’t know. It felt good, what we did last night.” Xander blushes a little. “I liked it. A lot.”

Spike smirks at him, “Wanna give it another go, pet?”

Xander blushes even more as he grabs Spike’s sleeve and steps closer to Spike, covering his lips with his own. Their mouths open, and Xander lets Spike’s tongue in. They search each other's mouths with their tongues, licking every place they can. Spike’s tongue goes over Xander’s palate with long, smooth strokes. Xander feels himself growing hard as he feels Spike pressing against him, grinding his jeans covered cock against his. He can’t help but buck, adding friction.

Spike’s hands grab Xander’s ass to bring them closer together. Hazily, Xander realizes that it’s like they’re dancing. His hands are roaming over Spike’s ass, and when had that happened? But he can’t continue his train of thought when he feels Spike lowering him to the ground, all the while kissing him hungrily. 

They land on the ground with Spike on top of Xander. They separate with wet sounds. “Spike, God, I--“ Xander has never been this turned on. “Shush, Xan-pet. I’ll make this really good for you.” Spike holds his chin and gently continues kissing him with shallow little nibbles as he opens Xander’s jeans. “Lift your ass.” 

Xander looks at him dazedly. “What? Oh!” Xander lifts his ass and Spike pulls his jeans off. Then he quickly removes his own jeans, and looks at the delicious sight in front of him. Xander laying there, cock jutting out, leaking precum. Quickly he licks the head of the cock, getting a taste of Xander. Xander shakes under him, when he gives the cock a last lick and raises his head.  He moves his body up Xander’s and latches himself on him and starts to build a rhythm as he rubs his cock against Xander’s. 

They’re both panting and ready. Xander doesn’t last long, “Spike, Spike, I think I’m gonna…” He screams as comes all over his and Spike’s stomachs, thrashing wildly. With a couple of hard thrusts Spike comes after a few seconds, collapsing completely on top of Xander, whispering Xander’s name.

Sated, they lay on the ground silently side by side. Xander turns his head to look at Spike. “Well, that was different.”

Spike starts to laugh, first quietly and then louder and louder. When he can finally speak again he rolls onto his side, leaning on his elbow. “Yeah, that was different.”

“I liked that, too,” Xander says bashfully.

Spike grins. “I noticed.”

“Jerk.” Xander playfully smacks Spike’s arm.

“That's me, pet.”

 Xander gives Spike a loud kiss. “I know, Spike. And I like it, you. I like you.”

Spike looks at Xander with a serious expression. “So, what are you gonna do now?”

“You?”

“That sounds like an excellent idea. But--” Spike pauses. “What about the other stuff?”  

“The other stuff, as you so elegantly put it, will just have to deal.” Xander shrugs. “As for Anya, well, she’ll get over it. I know her. Besides, our relationship wasn't that serious. It was about sex. She said it herself a million times.”

“Good,” Spike says as he kisses Xander possessively. “But it wasn’t that long ago that you weren’t so sure about this.”

“Hey, a guy can change his mind.” Xander shrugs his shoulders. “And I did.” He looks around him and sees his jeans discarded close to him, and he picks them up. “Ok, let’s get our jeans back on, clean ourselves up a bit and get going… Oh, shit!” 

“What?!” Spike’s fighting with his jeans. Did these buggers get smaller suddenly?

“We forgot to find the stone for Willow!”

“Oh crap!”

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