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Spike's Secret

by
Little Tenshi

Spike had a secret. A dirty, little secret.

He enjoyed it immensely.

Having this secret made him feel a lot more like his old self. His un-chipped, pre-Scooby self.

Sitting amongst the Slayer and her sidekicks during a research-mission at the Magic Box, a small smile crept onto Spike’s face.

Yes, he had a dirty little secret that nobody ever would know about!

Not even the whelp, who had offered to share the Basement of Doom with him. Oh, especially not the whelp!

Spike’s gaze flicked to Xander. The dark-haired teen sat hunched over a book, more or less pretending to read.

No, thought Spike, the whelp will never know…

His gaze flicked to Buffy. The Slayer. Will she know? Will her slayer-senses tell her that something's off?

Spike narrowed his eyes.

No, he relaxed again. The Slayer's too concerned about her new boy-toy to notice.

His little secret was safe from her.

“Spike…” Giles walked over to the vampire, nose buried in a book. “Maybe you could tell me…”

The Watcher! Of cause the Watcher noticed! Watching is what he does! He knows! No! He can’t know!! Spike’s thoughts were getting frantic. He can’t know! He can’t know! He mustn’t know!!

“…what this passage is about. I’m afraid I’m not familiar with this particular written language.” Giles was holding the book out to the vampire.

After a second to make sure his hands weren’t shaking, Spike took it. Had his heart been beating it would have doubled its tempo by now.

Spike looked at the text and translated the cryptic script in his head. Interesting…

“And?” drawled Buffy from her place a few seats away. “What does it say?”

Spike grinned. “Cooking recipe for a famous Gomtoff-demon dish.”

“Oh…” Giles took the book back. “Yes, that would explain the twelve eggs and four cups of milk… I had been wondering…” The watcher trailed off to go for the next book.

Spike was relieved. His dirty little secret was safe with him.

A giggle made him look up and narrow his eyes again.

The witches. He had totally forgotten about Red and Glinda.

Could the witches sense that something was different about him? Could they see in his aura that he had a secret now?

No… he decided, too busy holding hands beneath the table…

He relaxed again, going back to not-reading the book before him, day-dreaming about his little secret. His lovely little secret…

“HEY!”

Xander’s shout nearly made Spike jump in his seat.

Had he been found out? Did the whelp, of all people, figure it out? Did Xander now know of Spike’s little secret, ready to tell it to the world to get back at the vampire?

“Look at this! Is this our nasty of the week?” Xander was pointing at something in his book.

Giles and Buffy hurried over, both looking over one of Xander’s shoulders.

Spike relaxed again. Of course, no-one could figure out his secret. How could they? Everyone was pre-occupied or simply stupid!

On the other hand…

The whelp wasn’t that stupid. And they roomed together in the basement.

Sooner or later the whelp might figure it out…

Spike narrowed his eyes at Xander.

Maybe I’d better watch out for the whelp after all…

Meanwhile Giles had grabbed the book, reading from it. “So all we need to kill that demon is something of iron?” asked Buffy. “That shouldn’t be too difficult.”

“I think I may have some iron-weapons… An iron-sword and an axe…” Giles trailed off and ventured into the training room, followed closely by the slayer.

The witches were back to giggling.

Only Spike noticed how Xander’s face fell a little.

‘Well, that’s typical for the watcher and his favourite pet, isn’t it? Simply forget about others…’

“Well done, whelp!” snarled Spike. Xander’s face lit up for a second at the praise before he started to frown because it had been Spike who praised him.

“Now I have to go out there and help the Slayer fight. You just ruined my night. Jolly well done!”

Xander actually smiled at that.

“Oh, give it up, Fangless,” he teased. “We all know…”

They all know? They all knew? They all knew his secret? No! Nonononono!

“…how much you like to fight. You’re not fooling me!”

Spike relaxed his fingers from the death-grip on his jeans.

No one knew about his secret. It was safe. He was safe!

But he was getting paranoid about it…

~*~*~*~*~

A few hours later they had found the demon and fought it.

It had been so easy.

They should have known that there was a catch.

But it was too late now.

The demon was dead.

And they were all covered from head to toe in a vile smelling, gross looking, terrible sticking, green substance.

The demon had more or less exploded, showering everyone – Giles, Buffy, the witches, Spike, Xander – with his slimy green blood.

“Eeew…” muttered Willow.

“Oh, yuck…” sighed Xander.

“This is never going to wash out! How am I supposed to explain to my mom why I smell like I’ve spent a year on a dump?” complained Buffy.

Giles just sighed, trying to clean his glasses.

“M-maybe w-we should go and wash up?” tried Tara, nearly hiding behind Willow when everyone turned to look at her.

Quickly agreeing they split up.

Xander and Spike started to walk towards the boy’s home.

“We’ll have to use the garden-pipe before going down. My parents would go crazy if we left this stuff everywhere.”

Spike just shrugged. He was more concerned about his fags right now. The packet was wet and slimy too…

Once they had washed off the worst of the slime, both men felt a little better.

As soon as they entered the basement, Spike called the first shower.

“Ok, but strip first so I can do the laundry while I’m waiting,” said Xander, already walking over to the washer.

‘Ups…’

Spike couldn’t strip. He couldn’t hand over his clothing either.

Xander would know his secret then!

The vampire stood frozen close to the bathroom-door.

Jolly well done, Spike you bloody idiot! Now think of something!

Xander was already pulling off his shirt. Spike stared at his back.

He could now either give up on his little secret or lose a bit of his reputation…

Of all the days to get showered in demon-slime they had to pick this one… Must be my bad luck…

With a sigh Spike walked over to Xander.

“You go have a shower, whelp. I’ll do the laundry.”

“Huh?” Xander looked at him with sweet confusion. The look turned into one of suspicion quickly. “You’re giving up the shower and offering to do the laundry? Something fishy is going on then.”

The boy turned to face the vampire fully. “Ok, Fangless, spill!”

Spike just shrugged, expressionlessly. “I just changed my mind.”

Xander narrowed his eyes. “No, you didn’t. Something’s up. You’re hiding something, aren’t you, Spike?”

They both stared at each other for a moment, nearly glaring before Xander decided to change tactics.

He suddenly threw his arms around Spike’s shoulders, tried his best puppy-eyes and started to place little kisses along Spike’s jaw.

“Please, Spike… Tell me…”

He started to kiss down Spike’s neck.

One could even tell the exact moment when Spike’s resolve broke and he gave in.

He grabbed Xander, crushed him against himself and kissed him – hard.

Finally he pulled back to allow the whelp some much needed air.

“I swear, pet,” he growled, grabbing and massaging the boy’s ass, making the teen moan, “we will have no sex tonight if you dare to laugh.”

Xander was gasping. “No laughing… Got it…” he answered breathlessly.

After another long kiss Spike stepped back and pulled his shirt off.

Xander was trying to get some air back into his lungs, so he didn’t make a grab for his vampire like he usually did when Spike was getting naked.

Naked vampire is good! his brain supplied.

When Spike dropped his jeans Xander was still gasping for air.

Probably the only thing that stopped him from laughing.

There you go, Spike, the vampire thought sarcastically to himself. One dirty little secret out in the open for your whelp to see. Now bring on the mocking and laughing.

“You know…” panted Xander, “that is kind of weird… and kind of really hot…”

Spike raised an eyebrow.

Xander licked his lips.

The next second he was pressed against the washer, Spike’s lips firmly attached to his.

When Spike moved his kisses to Xander’s neck the teen spoke up.
“You know… ((moan)) I borrowed… ((gasp)) some of your – oh gods – underwear today too… ((long moan))”

Spike moved his lips away from Xander’s skin for a moment. “Pet, I don’t have any underwear…”

Xander grinned. “I know…”

Seconds later Xander’s jeans dropped to the ground and Spike licked his lips at seeing his boy go commando.

“Shower-sex?” he asked in a husky voice and Xander could only nod.

Spike had a secret.

Actually, he had plenty of secrets.

And he just loved sharing them with his Xander…

The End

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