Chocolate and Honey
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dragonyphoenixTitle: Chocolate and Honey
Fandom: BtVS
Category: Spander fluff
Characters/Pairing: Spike/Xander
Rating: PG?
Concrit: In comments please
Disclaimer: They aren't mine, not yet, but the will be once I've taken over the world. Bwah-ha-ha.
Summary: Spike allows Xander to eat "bad" chocolate.
Notes: From a prompt I found over at writing_fest: Chocolate and Honey.
Xander flopped onto the couch, dug under the middle cushion for the remote, knowing Spike had hidden it there, and changed the channel.
“Hey,” Spike shouted from the other end of the leather couch. “I was watching that.
“Not anymore,” Xander replied with confidence. “It's Star Trek time.”
Spike opened his mouth to reply before he really heard what Xander had said. He sulked back against the edge of his seat, having already learned he wasn't going to win any argument that involved sci fi.
“Ooh, chocolate.” As Xander leaned forward to grab some, Spike sat up and reached one hand out to stop him. Then, with a smirk, he sat back, muttering about tv hogs.
At the first commercial break, Xander asked, “These are nice and crunchy. What's in them? Rice Krispies?”
Spike, having gotten caught up in the show, blinked at Xander's words. “What? Oh, yeah. Umm, sure. Rice Whatchamacallzits.”
Xander gave him a look.
“What?”
“What's really in them?” Xander asked.
Spike's eyes shifted around the room. “Rice Thinamajigs. Just like you said.”
“Spike,” Xander warned as he stood and scanned the room.
“What are you,” Spike started.
“Aha,” Xander interrupted as he leaped over the couch, having learned he had to be fast around the vampire, and grabbed a wrapper off the floor.
Spike got up, to try and stop him but then realized he was already too late. Xander's face was a slightly sick shade of pale green. “Now pet, let me explain.”
“Bees? You let me eat chocolate covered bees?” Xander shouted, waving the wrapper about in the air.
“Well, you made me watch Star Trek,” Spike replied, trying to defend himself.
“That is so not the same thing.”
“But,” Spike objected.
“That's it. Pack your bags, wait, what am I saying. You won't need anything.”
“I won't need anything for what?” Spike asked cautiously.
“We're going to the desert,” Xander replied.
“Really?” Spike asked. “Kinda cold there, at night. We'll have to cuddle up.”
“There will be no cuddling,” Xander said in a voice that sounded like doom. “I'm going to bury you, up to your neck, near a nest of ants, near a nest of fire ants, which means we need to go way down south.” He paused. “Where was I?”
“Burying me. Fire ants,” Spike told him.
“Oh yeah, and cover you in honey.”
Spike smirked. “Then you'll be licking me off. Ants are dormant at night.”
“So I'll put a tarp up,” Xander replied.
“Which could blow away,” Spike said, sounding quite serious, as if he actually thought that Xander would carry out his threat.
As Star Trek came back on, Xander pointedly moved to a chair as far away from the candied bees as he could get.
“I wonder what chocolate covered fire ants would taste like,” Spike mused.
“Shut up, Spike," Xander said, "before you get into more trouble."
"More trouble? You're gonna feed me to fire ants and let the sun burn me to ashes to boot. How much more trouble can I be in?"
Xander just glared in response while Spike put his feet up on the table to enjoy the rest of the episode.
Fandom: BtVS
Category: Spander fluff
Characters/Pairing: Spike/Xander
Rating: PG?
Concrit: In comments please
Disclaimer: They aren't mine, not yet, but the will be once I've taken over the world. Bwah-ha-ha.
Summary: Spike allows Xander to eat "bad" chocolate.
Notes: From a prompt I found over at writing_fest: Chocolate and Honey.
Xander flopped onto the couch, dug under the middle cushion for the remote, knowing Spike had hidden it there, and changed the channel.
“Hey,” Spike shouted from the other end of the leather couch. “I was watching that.
“Not anymore,” Xander replied with confidence. “It's Star Trek time.”
Spike opened his mouth to reply before he really heard what Xander had said. He sulked back against the edge of his seat, having already learned he wasn't going to win any argument that involved sci fi.
“Ooh, chocolate.” As Xander leaned forward to grab some, Spike sat up and reached one hand out to stop him. Then, with a smirk, he sat back, muttering about tv hogs.
At the first commercial break, Xander asked, “These are nice and crunchy. What's in them? Rice Krispies?”
Spike, having gotten caught up in the show, blinked at Xander's words. “What? Oh, yeah. Umm, sure. Rice Whatchamacallzits.”
Xander gave him a look.
“What?”
“What's really in them?” Xander asked.
Spike's eyes shifted around the room. “Rice Thinamajigs. Just like you said.”
“Spike,” Xander warned as he stood and scanned the room.
“What are you,” Spike started.
“Aha,” Xander interrupted as he leaped over the couch, having learned he had to be fast around the vampire, and grabbed a wrapper off the floor.
Spike got up, to try and stop him but then realized he was already too late. Xander's face was a slightly sick shade of pale green. “Now pet, let me explain.”
“Bees? You let me eat chocolate covered bees?” Xander shouted, waving the wrapper about in the air.
“Well, you made me watch Star Trek,” Spike replied, trying to defend himself.
“That is so not the same thing.”
“But,” Spike objected.
“That's it. Pack your bags, wait, what am I saying. You won't need anything.”
“I won't need anything for what?” Spike asked cautiously.
“We're going to the desert,” Xander replied.
“Really?” Spike asked. “Kinda cold there, at night. We'll have to cuddle up.”
“There will be no cuddling,” Xander said in a voice that sounded like doom. “I'm going to bury you, up to your neck, near a nest of ants, near a nest of fire ants, which means we need to go way down south.” He paused. “Where was I?”
“Burying me. Fire ants,” Spike told him.
“Oh yeah, and cover you in honey.”
Spike smirked. “Then you'll be licking me off. Ants are dormant at night.”
“So I'll put a tarp up,” Xander replied.
“Which could blow away,” Spike said, sounding quite serious, as if he actually thought that Xander would carry out his threat.
As Star Trek came back on, Xander pointedly moved to a chair as far away from the candied bees as he could get.
“I wonder what chocolate covered fire ants would taste like,” Spike mused.
“Shut up, Spike," Xander said, "before you get into more trouble."
"More trouble? You're gonna feed me to fire ants and let the sun burn me to ashes to boot. How much more trouble can I be in?"
Xander just glared in response while Spike put his feet up on the table to enjoy the rest of the episode.