Title: Wanted: Snuggles

Series: The Wanted Series

Author: Soft Princess

E-mail: sofy_slashnuts@hotmail.com

Disclaimer: Spike and Xander are not mine. They belong to the God, Joss Whedon and all the others that have a claim on them… Also, all other characters, places and settings of BtVS are not mine either. Only the plot is mine… if there's one.

Rating: PG

Pairing: Spike/Xander

Summary: Xander and Spike find they have something in common.

WARNING: extreme fluffiness

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Spike looked up at the ceiling of his crypt, smoking, while Buffy gathered up her clothes.

"I never wanna see you again Spike! You're nothing, worthless!!" Buffy yelled, as she walked out. "You're beneath me."

Spike stopped moving, his cigarette burning down unnoticed. //You're beneath me.// Voices and images from the past flooded through his head. //I could never love you! ... You're beneath me.//

"Stop it! Stupid gits... don't know what they were missing is all." Spike mumbled, getting out of bed and putting his pants on. He wandered to the couch, thinking about the emptiness. Sure the sex was great and Buffy was very imaginative in bed, but something was missing.

***

Xander looked around the cemetery, his sight blurred. "What'm doing here?" He mumbled drunkenly.

He looked in his hand. "Oh, alcohol... goood!" He brought the bottle to his mouth and sent most of it past his ear. Well, who could blame him, there were three bottles, how could he know which one was real?

"Oops." He said giggling. "I think I saw a pussycat." He said bursting into drunken laughter.

He started shaking madly and lost the bottle. "Oops." The laughter started back all again. He fell onto his knees. "Heeeeyyyy bottle bottle, come here bottle bottle..." He kept repeating like he was looking for his cat.

"Oh stupid bottle! Go away! Go away from me like all the others. No one loves me!" He yelled in the night, now sobbing hysterically. "No one loves me!! No one wants me! No one cares!" He kept on talking, his voice slowly dropping. "Anya... why did you left me?"

***

Spike heard the noise outside and went out. "Hope it's some demon... gotta let this out... want to kill something tonight."

He heard the sobs and started to run towards it. //Bloody hell! This one's gonna get killed real soon!//

He stopped dead in his track. //When did I became such a ponce?// He shook his head. //Gonna think about it later... gotta save a soul and all that.//

He rapidly approached the sound and scented the air. "Bloody Hell! It's the whelp! What's he doing here? doesn't he know better?"

"Why does everyone hate me?" Xander yelled, as Spike slowly approached him. "Spike! What' you doin' here? Oh yeah..." He giggled. "Kinda your home innit? With you being dead and all." He started laughing loudly again.

Spike sighed. "Bloody Hell whelp you're completely pissed!"

Xander stared at him. "M'not angry... just a little drunk is all... and hot…" He waggled his eyebrows at Spike. "Don't you think I'm hot?" He stood up wobbling a little and stalked towards the vampire.

Spike rolled his eyes. "Yeah, you're really hot." He said sarcastically. "Now, come with me and get inside before some nasty comes around." He lead Xander towards his crypt, his hand on the human's arm. "Don't fancy minced Xander tonight."

"Minced Xander!" Xander repeated laughing loudly again. "You're funny you know that?"

"Yeah, bloody funny." They had arrived at Spike's crypt. "Now get inside whelp."

"Ohhhh." Xander opened his eyes wide. "You're inviting me into your home! er... crypt... anyway... s'that a date?" His laughter echoed in the night

Spike rolled his eyes again but said nothing. He helped the human to get downstairs and settled him on the couch, giving him a bowl. "You wanna throw up, do it in there!"

Xander looked up at him and stared. "Ohhhh, I don't feel good." He shook his head. "No no no no, I don't." He bent his head and placed his face in the bowl. "Oops... nothing's coming..." He said in it, starting to laugh again.

Spike shook his head and turned around, looking for something for the whelp to drink. He fetched a glass of water and gave it to Xander. "There pet... drink... you'll feel better..."

Xander looked up and smiled brightly. "Thanks Spike... you're a great buddy you know."

Spike rolled his eyes again. "Sure pet, like you ever liked me."

"Huh! I do ya know... not cause I'm bitching and... that I don't like ya... I do ya know... a lot..."

Spike stared at the drunken babbling youth and sat down on the couch. "Sure pet, tell yourself that."

Xander looked at him in the eyes. "I 'like' you Spike." He leaned in and continued. "I wanna kiss you." He captured the vampire's lips in his own. Spike froze. He felt a strange tingle and his lips were burning.//Goddamn, the whelp can kiss.//

He gave in to the kiss and brought Xander closer to him. The human withdrew slowly, panting. "Wow." He said almost sobered up by the kiss.

"Yeah... like you said."

Xander and Spike stared at each other for a long time. Finally, Spike couldn't stand it anymore. He licked his lips and dove in for another kiss. When they broke it, Xander wrapped his arms around the vampire and laid his head on his chest.

"You're cuddly Spikey..." He said his a childish voice.

Spike smiled. "Yeah pet... you got that don't you? The rest of 'em don't..."

Xander looked up and smiled. "S'like that for me too... Anya wanted sex, but nothing else... who can live without cuddles?" He said closing his eyes and hugging the vampire even more tightly.

Spike sigh in contentment and rested his head on Xander's.

After a few minutes, Xander looked up. "Hey... you think we can get more comfortable than this? I think I wanna sleep here..." //In your arms.// He added mentally.

"Sure love... whatever you want." He got up, helping the young human. Xander wobbled a little on his legs, and Spike had to help him stay up. "Hey, don't fall love."

Xander smiled sheepishly. "Sorry, think I drank too much."

Spike laughed lightly. "Too much you say? Too much was a few hours ago pet... now you're dead drunk."

"M'not.... anymore, anyway... was earlier though..." He said as they walked to the bed.

"You're gonna have a hangover tomorrow love..."

"Know... doesn't matter... I earned it." Xander smiled, sitting on the bed. He bounced a little. "Ohhh comfy.."

Spike smiled back and tucked himself under the covers. Xander just sat there, watching him. "You coming love?"

"Sure..." The young man took of his shirt and his shoes and climbed under the covers. Xander joined Spike, laying on his side, his back against the vampire's chest.

Spike wrapped his arms around the young man and hugged him tightly.

"Ummmmmm, that feels good." Xander mumbled sleepily.

"Yeah, like you said pet."

Spike closed his eyes, breathing the young man's scent deeply.

"You smell good love... well if you get past the alcohol anyway..." Spike whispered in Xander's hair.

Xander blushed. "Sorry."

"Got nothing to be sorry about. You got hurt you drank... very normal response..."

Xander closed his eyes and took Spike's hands in his. Quickly, he fell asleep, feeling more content than he had been in forever.

Spike hugged him even more tightly, though making sure not to hurt him, and kissed the base of his neck.

"That's what was missing." He mumbled before falling asleep, his heart at peace for the first time in a century.

The end