Pairing: Spike/Xander always
Spoilers: You all knew Xander and Anya were going to get married, yes?
End Of A Relationship
Xander hated to do this. He knew she had her heart set on this wedding, but he couldn’t go through with it. Couldn’t stand up there in front of family and friends and… demons, and swear to love her and only her for the rest of his life. Not when every time he slept he dreamt of soft white skin and soft white hair and soft white hands with chipped black nails
“Anya, I’m sorry. I can’t marry you. Please don’t ever think that I don’t love you, because I do, and I probably always will, but…”
“Is it Spike?”
End Of A First Date
A few beers, a few games of pool, and a quiet stroll home, broken only by the quick jaunt through a cemetery when Spike ‘heard a noise’ which turned out to be a trio of fledges playing with their dinner. Dinner escaped, the fledges didn’t, and Spike bounced and bopped all the way back to the apartment, replaying the highlights with added shadow-boxing and round-house kicks that stopped whole millimeters from Xander’s face.
And then the awkward moment at the door… Eye contact, made and held, four hands trying for casual, no-pressure contact…
A brush of lips…
“See ya, mate!”
End Of A First Kiss
Two men leaned on opposite sides of a closed door and touched trembling fingertips to their lips.
As a first kiss (that little buss last time didn’t count, they both decided) this one had been a doozy. Soft pressure built to hard, and tangling tongues and grasping hands and grinding bodies. And then, instead of stopping, or taking that terrifying leap of faith, four hands had started stroking, soothing, petting, as their lips relaxed again and painted butterfly kisses over cheeks and jaws to ease the tension. Finally mouths had parted, met again and pulled away, leaving soft smiles lingering.
End Of Confirmed Heterosexuality
Xander wakes up aching in strange places. Muscles he didn’t even know existed have been used repeatedly in the last few hours, and he is kind of muzzy on the details as he stretches and scratches and yawns.
He remembers pool, and beer, and a movie, and beer, and a fight, and beer, and… falling off the sofa? And being carried in strong arms into his bedroom…
And then one flailing arm moves outwards and connects with a worryingly cool body, and in that moment memory returns.
“I slept with Spike!”
“That ya did, mate. Wanna do it again?”