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Notes: Set in the New York, New York!verse. Set February 2005, spoilers up through ‘Not Fade Away’ I suggest you read 'Crying' and 'Punching' first.
Notes: Thank you to my new beta umbralillium
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“Alright, I’m chucking this thing out the bleeding window.” Spike glared at the TV and tossed the remote control to the couch cushion next to him. It bounced and flopped, wedging itself between the cushion and the back of the couch. “Two hundred channels and they’re on almost every soddin’ one.”
Xander looked up at the TV and frowned. “Ok, I know it’s bad, but really? Out the window?”
Spike glared at the TV and then looked back to Xander, who was sitting at the kitchen table. “Well look at it! I mean it’s horrible! How can they put this crap on TV? It’s not right. Not constitutional or somethin‘.”
Xander snorted, “How are Hallmark commercials unconstitutional?”
“You seen ‘em? I mean usually they’re bad enough, but now? S’like every sappy stupid thing they can think up they put on. It upsets my constitution.” Spike gave him a look somewhere between smug and disgusted.
“Well it’s not TV-chucking worthy.” Xander set his pencil down as Spike flipped channels with the re-captured remote.
He made a disgusted scoffing noise and then flipped off the TV. “Stupid bloody day. Make it out to be all hearts and flowers, s’all bollocks if ya ask me.”
Xander frowned and looked down at his math book. Dumb math. He looked back up at Spike and cocked his head.
Spike caught the look, “What?”
Xander’s frown deepened ever so slightly, “You don’t like Valentine’s day.” It wasn’t a question.
Spike stared at him a minute before his face softened a bit, “S’not that, ‘m just not good at it.”
Xander nodded absently, remembering the botched up love spell from 11th grade.
“How’d the test go, luv?” Spike asked upon entering the apartment. He took off his coat and was slipping off his boots when Xander answered.
“Ah, well it doesn‘t matter, I mean how much math goes into architecture anyway?” Xander’s hand fiddled nervously with the hem of his shirt as Spike came toward him.
“ ‘m sure you did fine.” He nodded at the living room before continuing, “What’s goin’ on, why’re you blockin’ the doorway?”
Xander bit the inside of his cheek and then moved quickly into the living room. “Well, I kindagotyouaValentine’sdaypresent.”
“What?” Spike blinked in confusion.
“Erm… Well I, kinda got you a present.“ He gestured to a large red wrapped package. “For Valentine’s day.“ He added quickly.
Spike looked from the simply wrapped package to Xander before smirking. “Aww Xan, got me something’ to show your undyin’ love and devotion?”
Xander glared at him, “I can always take it back you know.”
Spike smiled before grabbing it and ripping the paper from it. His eyes grew wide before he looked up at Xander. “Where did you find this pet?” It was an old autographed Sex Pistols album.
Xander smiled, nervousness redeemed, “Ebay.”
“This, this is just, wow.” He smiled up at Xander.
“You like it? Good. I was so nervous, I mean I’m not good at getting presents in the first place, but I mean what do you get a guy? I mean a girl you can get candy, jewelry, you have all sorts of options. But guys don-” Xander was stopped abruptly when Spike kissed him.
Xander closed his eye and Spike gently probed his mouth, eliciting happy sounds from Xander. Spike ran his tongue along Xander’s lips, teeth, tongue, anything he could reach. He cupped the side of Xander’s head and leaned into the kiss even more. Xander nibbled gently on Spike’s lower lip and ran his hands up along Spike’s chest, making sure to pass over a hardened nipple.
One thing he never got over was how good Spike kissed. Sometimes you were kissed, and sometimes you were kissed. A hundred years of kissing really showed. When Spike had kissed him that day at Wolfram & Hart it was like coming home, and ever since Xander didn‘t stray far from the house. They’d spent forever just talking and arguing but that kiss was the one thing that kept them grounded.
When they broke apart they were both hard and Xander was flushed slightly. Spike smiled and let his hand come to rest on the small of Xander’s back. “So pet, want your gift now?”
Xander blinked slowly and then shook himself out of the post-kiss haze that Spike always left in his wake. “You got me something?”
Spike grinned and pulled a small pink and red box from his pocket. He shook it like you shook a pill bottle.
Xander snorted, “You got me candy hearts?”
“Well that, and these,” and with that Spike held up a pair of fur-lined handcuffs.