Title: Temperature Control
Pairing: Spike/Xander, Angel
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be. No harm, no foul, no money made.
Warnings/Squicks: Minute amount of bloodplay
Previous chapters: The continuing saga of baby!vamp!Xander's unlife with Spike.
Notes: vampirefever wrote this Spander drabble, and I commented that she'd made me envision Xander licking custard off Spike's belly. She said Xander wouldn't do that because it would get the sheets all sticky. I decided that live!Xander might not, but baby!vamp!Xander certainly would, and thus was born the first drabble. *g*
Being turned hadn't altered Xander's sweet tooth, it had only served to make him more inventive with his foodstuffs.
Spike shuddered - in delight as well as pain - as steaming hot custard puddled out across his belly, drips and runnels chased by Xander's fast, sloppy tongue.
"You're right, Spike, I think I could get used to this. But not on apple pie 'cause I prefer mine a la mode. And I think this needs something extra…
He dragged a fang across the pale skin beneath Spike's lowest ribs and grinned as scarlet trickled into yellow. He licked.
"Mmmmm! Now that's ambrosia!"
Spike Has Needs
One week in Angelus' hideaway and Spike was getting twitchy, hankering for what he couldn't have. It drove Angelus crazy.
"Dammit, Spike, I'd forgotten how obsessive you can be. I'm back to wondering why I let Dru turn you. I should have drained you in that alley and left you for the rats. I'd do it now but Xander would just whine and drive me crazier, and if I kill you both I'll set off Dru and maybe Connor."
"'S not my fault you can't find us some place decent. All I want is hot and cold water!"