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Summary: Xander should have known taking Spike in public would be a disaster
Warnings/Spoilers: Season 5
Beta'd by: Whichclothes
Prompt #344 from Tamingthemuse- Murder
Note: From now on most of my Tamingthemuse stories will be named as the challenge.
Spike trailed behind Xander for fifteen blocks. He would have walked beside him but he knew if he did Xander would yell at him. He didn't even know why they had to walk. Xander had a perfectly good car that could drive them around. But that really wasn't the point.
Spike's footsteps faltered as the reached their apartment. By the time he actually reached ground zero Xander was already in the shower. Spike knew it was better if he didn't join him. He decided to tidy up a little bit, hoping that maybe it would get him some brownie points with Xander. The chances of it actually working was minimal.
When Spike heard the water shut off he sighed with relief. A good shower always made Xander a little less grumpy. Then they could have a calm conversation. Soon all would be well and Spike wouldn't be in the proverbial dog house.
Xander came out in fresh clothes with his hair slicked back out of his eyes. He looked sexy as hell if anyone asked Spike. Without looking at Spike, Xander brushed by him going into the kitchen. Spike followed and he saw Xander toss a bag of popcorn into the microwave.
"You didn't like the popcorn at the movie?" Spike asked. When Xander turned and gave him an icy glare Spike lowered his eyes and looked at the floor. Angelus always told him he had a big mouth.
"Yes, I did like the popcorn but thanks to you I couldn't finish it," snapped Xander.
Spike scuffed his show against the floor. "I wasn't doing anything wrong."
Xander's mouth fell open. "Spike, in the middle of the movie you climbed onto the floor, pulled my dick out of my pants and proceeded to give me a blow job."
"You weren't complaining at the time," Spike reasoned. As soon as the words left his mouth he regretted it.
"My brain was being sucked out of my dick!" Xander exclaimed. "I don't even know what you were thinking! You know I'm a screamer, you tell me all the time that's one of the things you love about me. So what did you think was going to happened in a room full of strangers?"
Spike gave a bashful smile that Xander thought was adorable. But not today. "I don't see what the big deal is. They all cheered when you screamed."
"They didn't cheer, Spike. They laughed. They were laughing at me. I was humiliated. I can never go back and you couldn't care less. You know I could have murdered you."
Spike suddenly took the situation seriously. "I didn't intend to humiliate you. I was bored and it seemed like a good idea at the time." He stepped closer to Xander and pressed his hand against Xander's cheek. "I'm truly sorry. I won't do it again."
Xander leaned into the touch but didn't say anything.
"Forgive me, Xan," Spike whispered. "Please forgive me."
Xander sighed; he could never stay mad at Spike. Even for this. "I forgive you."
Spike dove in and kissed Xander, relieved. From now on he'd think before doing something when it came to Xander because the last think he wanted to do was to hurt him in any way. "Let's go to the bedroom and I'll give you a proper apology."
How could Xander say no to that?