Fiction by Lorraine
Disclaimer: "The characters are the property of Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Kuzui, Sandollar, and David Greenwalt Productions, 20th Century Fox, and whoever else may have a hold upon them. The situation is wholly mine, and I do not mean to infringe upon any copyrights."
Spoilers: through the beginning of the seventh season of BtVS
Summary: Xander discovers the love that dare not speak its name. There's an apocalypse, naturally, and some tasteful male nudity. The only caveat is that in this world, Anya and Spike never slept together.
Author's Notes: Spander drabble expressly for sweet_exile. It is set some indeterminate time after my fic Roomies.
Spander Drabble
Xander pulled back the covers and snuggled close to the cool body curled up on the left side of the bed. Spike pressed sleepily into him, into warmth Xander had soaked up from a day of heavy lifting in the sunshine.
"You're home early, luv," Spike mumbled into the pillow.
"I told the crew I had something important to take care of at home."
"What's that?" Spike asked, just as Xander pressed a kiss into his neck. Xander's hand slid down Spike's torso and lower, until his fingers curled possessively around Spike's already hard cock.
"Love your work ethic, pet."
The End.