Title: Starting Something
Author: Xocoatldreams
Fandom: BtVS
Pairings/Characters: Spike/Xander
Rating: PG
Prompt/Challenge: #115 - Cavort
Summary: Spike lends Xander a hand
Warnings/Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of BtVS, I just like playing in the universe. No money being made and no offense intended.
A/N: Sucks because I'm sick



Xander pushed the door open wearily. He had spent all night researching the latest demon followed by eight hours on a hellish building. He was beyond tired and nearly into walking dead. Stumbling into his apartment, he glared at the blonde figure slouched on his couch.

"What are you doing here, Spike?" he groused, dropping his tools by the door.

"Funeral near my crypt," the vampire shrugged. "Needed some place to stay."

"Why here?" Xander whined.

"Not invited to any other place," Spike said, looking up at him. "Nearly everyone else did de-invite spells."

"Fine," Xander sighed, heading into the kitchen for dinner. "Just keep quiet."

"Whatever," Spike waved a hand. "And go shower. I can smell you all the way over here."

"Shut up, Spike," Xander snarled, coming back into the living room. "I worked my ass off today in high heat while you were off cavorting with other demons. I have every right to stink to high heaven. Besides, this is my house I can smell however I want to."

Spike leaned back and nodded, trying to move away from the irate human. "Sorry, fine, be that way."

Throwing his hands up, Xander stalked to his bedroom, slamming the door and throwing himself down on the bed. He was too tired to deal with a snarky vampire hellbent on driving him insane. Realizing that he really did stink, he stood and removed his clothing, throwing them across the room into the hamper. Shuffling his way to the bathroom, he turned the shower on full force, and stood beneath the spray, letting the hot water wash away some of the tension knotting his muscles. Lost in the heat of the water, he didn't hear the bathroom door open and didn't notice the interloper until cool hands touched his back. Screeching, he jumped, almost losing his footing on the slick tiles.

"Spike!"

"Thought I'd come give you a hand getting clean," Spike smirked, running a hand up his chest.

"Get out, Spike," Xander demanded patiently.

"Can't wash your back by yourself," the vampire pointed out, grabbing the soap from the shelf and lathering up his hands. "Turn around."

"You really think I'm going to let you behind me?" squeaked Xander, eyes widening in shock.

"I can't hurt you even if I want to," Spike reminded him. "Just want to help you relax a bit."

"Okay," Xander said quietly. "I've officially gone insane."

"Sorry, but you're still sane," Spike disagreed. "Relax, Xander. Just let me help you. No tricks."

Feeling the exhaustion in his body, Xander nodded and stepped closer. Smiling a real smile, Spike began to wash the sweat and dirt off Xander's body, massaging gently as he ran his hands over tired muscles. Grabbing the shampoo he motioned for the younger man to turn around and filled his hands will soap and began to wash Xander's hair. As his hands slipped through the thick strands, Xander gave soft moans of pleasure and Spike could feel himself reacting. Trying to ignore the arousal running through his body, he focused his attention on the man before him, doing his best to make him relax. Of all the white hats, Xander did the most and got the least, if he could help him in some small way he would. He steered the tired man under the flow of water and rinsed off the soap and shampoo. With gentle hands, Spike guided Xander out of the shower, pausing to shut off the tap before grabbing a towel and quickly drying the lovely expanse of flesh. There was so much he wanted to do to Xander, but he knew that now wasn't the time. The younger man was too stressed and too tired to make a rational thought.

"Into bed," Spike commanded, pulling down the covers. Xander gave him a startled glance. "Not like that. Just sleep."

"Will you stay?" Xander asked softly.

"If you want me too," Spike said. He stripped down at Xander's nod and climbed into the large bed, wrapping his arms around the younger man.

"Why?" Xander asked sleepily.

"Because you needed it. Now go to sleep, we'll talk in the morning."

TBC