Title: Millions

Authoress: Robin the Crossover Junkie

Summary: A million things can happen in a second.

Warnings: Character death. So sad.

Author's Notes: I needed to get the creativity flowing, and it wasn't happening. So I made it happen. Writing exercises are fun, and this is one.

Disclaimer: I don't own the boys. Which kinda ranks really crappy on my top ten list of crappiest things ever.

Rated PG-13




A million kisses ago, Xander Harris could have told you a million reasons why he hated William the Bloody. A million kisses later, he couldn’t remember not loving him.

In a million years, Xander never would have imagined that one day he would not only be sleeping with a male vampire, let alone in love with one. He never could have imagined not wanting the vampire in question dead, but now, he was so in love he couldn’t see past blue eyes and shockingly white hair.

Now, Spike had given him a million reasons to love and be loved. He had shown that he could be good to someone he cared about, even decent to others. He had killed a million demons, most of which were trying to hurt Xander. He had protected the human a million times, from both physical dangers and emotional ones.

They had shared a million kisses, a million embraces, a million hasty touches. They’d made love a million times, had a million orgasms, spent a million hours together. They’d loved no one else, and they would know nothing else but one another.

There had been a million smiles, a million tears, and a million “I love you”s.

Spike had saved Xander a million times, but this time, he knew he could do nothing. And he knew that when the light in Xander’s eyes finally died here, blinked out like a candle at the end of its wick, he would think of nothing but a million kisses, a million embraces, a million touches, a million bouts of love-making, a million orgasms, a million hours, a million smiles, and a million “I love you”s. Then he would cry a million tears, and when the sun rose, he would be nothing but a million particles of dust.

“Love you,” croaked a voice for the millionth time. Spike felt a desperate tear roll down his nose despite trying to show the strength of a million men.

The tear was the first of a million.


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