Title: Weekend Stuck Together 6/6
Author: Forsaken2003
Pairing: S/X
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I own none, all belong to Joss Whedon
Comments: Always welcomed!
Summary: The girls decide it's time for Spike and Xander to bury the hatchet so the force them to spend a weekend together in hopes that they might get along better
Warnings/Spoilers: None
Plot Bunny by Lady Q: The girls decide it's time for Spike and Xander to bury the hatchet so they force them to spend a weekend together in hopes that they might get along better.

Beta'd by: Whichclothes

Part Six

Sunday Evening:

"Are you sure we should go check on them?" Buffy asked Willow. "I mean, they are going to be really pissed at us. Maybe we should give them a few days."

"We have to make sure Xander didn't find some kind of object to kill Spike," Willow explained. "I like Spike. Even with the big bad image he can be nice when he wants to be. I just don't understand why those two can't get along."

Buffy huffed. "Because they are guys and guys are stupid."

Willow couldn't argue that. When they got to Spike's crypt Buffy stepped up and opened the door. They were both surprised to find the upstairs empty. "Do you think they already left?"

"I don't know. The spell only ended a few minutes ago didn't it?" Buffy asked and was confirmed with a nod from Willow. They walked in to find the TV off. "Maybe they're still sleeping?"

"Let's check downstairs. If Xander is still sleeping he isn't going to want to get up for work tomorrow. Then he'll be extra mad at us!" Willow said and rushed down the ladder. She shot Buffy a dirty look when she didn't use the ladder but just jumped down. "Show off," Willow muttered.

They turned their attention to the other side of the room. The blow up mattress was empty and there was a large moving lump under the covers in Spike's bed. "Spike?" Buffy called out. What the hell was he doing?

All movements stopped and a head popped out, hair sticking up in every direction. The girls gasped when it wasn't Spike but Xander. "Xander?" Willow asked and her jaw hung open.

"Oh… hey guys? Erm… what's up?" Xander asked as he tucked the blankets under his armpits.

"Why are you in Spike's bed?" Buffy asked. She couldn't take her eyes off of Xander. If she didn't know better she'd think that he had been well fucked. Impossible though… right?

Spike's head popped from the blankets with a firm glare pointed at the girls. "He was enjoying my tongue up his arse."

Willow squeaked, Buffy fainted and Xander choked on his spit. Spike whacked Xander on the back. "You all right, pet?"

"Don't tell them that!" Xander croaked out. "They don't need to know that!"

Willow dragged Buffy into a standing position when she came to. "You guys had sex?" Willow asked.

"Five times," Spike answered proudly. "Never knew a human that could keep up with a vampire."

Buffy's eyes almost popped out of her head. "Five times? Throughout the weekend right?"

Spike forced Xander to lay back down and snuggled up next to him. His hand under the covers played with Xander's balls. "Course not! Didn't like each other then. Five times today."

"F-five times today?" Willow felt like she was going to faint.

Xander let out a low moan. Spike was trying to make him die of embarrassment. "Look guys could you… I don't know… leave?"

"Oh my God, Spike is touching you right now isn't he?" Buffy demanded.

"What can I say, he is insatiable." Xander groaned when Spike squeezed his balls. "All this time we've been fighting and we could have been having hot, sweaty sex."

Spike nibbled on Xander's earlobe. "We have you girls to thank for this. We never would have gotten past our issues with each other if it wasn't for your meddling."

"We made Xander gay?" Willow asked. She didn't remember that being in the spell.

Spike snorted. "You didn't make him gay."

"I'm not gay," Xander said and finally batted Spike's hands away. "Stop that!" he hissed. "Anyway I'm not gay. I'm… Spike'd."

Buffy looked confused. "You're Spike'd?"

Xander bobbed his head up and down. "Yup, Spike'd! See I have no interest in any other guy. None have ever turned my head. Even though Spike and I haven't always seen eye to eye I've still found him sexy. And now that we understand each other we get to have sex!"

"I need a drink," Buffy declared and stumbled up the ladder. "Lots and lots of alcohol."

Willow stood there awkwardly. "So… you guys are having sex. That's… that's good. I'm glad you two are getting along… with sex. Good for you guys. I want you to know that I support this one hundred percent!"

"Good to know, Red," Spike responded with a bored look. "Now it's been nice visiting and all but I'd like to go back to shagging my boy now."

"Oh… oh right. Sure. I'll just go after Buffy. Beer bad and all that, we don't need another cave slayer on our hands." Willow waved at them. "Bye! See you at the meeting tomorrow!" She scurried up the ladder. Willow didn't even make it out of the door before she could hear both Spike and Xander moaning. "I think Buffy has the right idea. Alcohol good, I do not want to think about my best friend having sex. Nope not at all. Not sexy at all!" Willow repeated to herself as she caught up to Buffy.

The moaning echoed into the night and would forever be stuck in Buffy's and Willow's heads. No amount of alcohol would get rid of it.

The End