Daily Drabble #11 - Comfort Food, Hero-Style, Spike/Xander

[darkhavens]

First commenter on the day's drabble(ish) gets to provide pairing and prompt for the next one. You can choose from Spike/Xander, John/Rodney and Sam/Dean or choose one of them as a solo character. Give me a word, or mood, or something to think on and I'll see what I can do. I may expand the possible selection if this works and I actually get my mojo firing on all cylinders. (Nobody gets two drabbles in a row. If you get one today, you don't get to have one tomorrow, even if your comment is up first.)



Author: darkhavens
Title: Comfort Food, Hero-Style
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Fandom: Buffy
Rating: PG
Words: 643
Concrit: darkhavens @ slashverse.com. If you spot a typo, please feel free to tell me in comments. I want you to!
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be. No harm, no foul, no money made.
Warnings/Squicks: Peeing. *g*
Summary: Xander is still a hero. Futurefic.
Notes: Written for tabaqui, who requested "Crème Brûlée and green grapes and...black cherry kool-aid." It's another peek into the Captains of Industry'verse.



Xander's palms itched like crazy, but Spike seemed to have a sixth sense tuned to imminent attempted scratching, and every time Xander tried to rub his bandaged hands against the bedclothes, the corner of the bedside cabinet, or even his nose, Spike was there before he could make contact.

"They're driving me crazy, Spike. I can't do anything!" He knew he was starting to whine but couldn't seem to stop it. "And I have to pee again!"

"And whose fault is that, hey? You're going through so much black cherry kool-aid, it's a bloody miracle you aren't peeing purple."

With ruthless efficiency, Spike jerked back the blanket and levered Xander out of bed, checking the bandage at his shoulder and the one on his hip with clinical care before herding him into the bathroom.

Once in front of the toilet, Xander counted the tiles on the wall while Spike pulled his cock out of his pyjama fly and aimed it.

"C'mon, luv, I promise I've got my eyes closed. It's not like I want to watch you take a slash."

Xander fidgeted on the spot and tried to will away the burn of embarrassment and the pressure in his bladder. After five seconds of complete silence, Spike sighed and gave Xander's cock an encouraging squeeze.

"I swear, Xan, if you make me sing again, I'm going to spend the rest of the day singing that Barney song that makes you wake up screaming."

If asked, Xander would deny it was sheer terror that unlocked his bladder, but there was no getting away from the fact that Barney singing 'Peanut Butter' really did give him horrific nightmares. He gave a quiet sigh of relief as the pressure eased, and thought he heard Spike give one too. Freaky vampire.

Freaky, horny vampire.

"Spike! Remember when you told me that more than three shakes is a wank? You're not shaking it any more."

"Yeah, well." Spike's nimble fingers tucked Xander back into his pyjamas and gave a last lingering stroke. "You've got your itch, I've got mine, and as mine is your fault, what with you being the sodding hero type and all, I'll take my jollies where I can, thank you very much. Now, back into bed with you, so I can get back to the kitchen. I can't believe you expected me to make crème brûlée from scratch, you big poof. You should be bloody grateful Rebecca knew about that gourmet shop down on Jackson that does it in a box."

Muttering about egg yolks and vanilla pods and 'stupid whipping cream that gets everywhere', Spike herded Xander back into the bedroom and under the blanket.

"Right. Think you can stay out of trouble for a few minutes while I go and cl… check on the custard? Do you want anything else while I'm out there? Should I peel you a few grapes or squeeze you some orange juice by hand? Doc says you're not getting enough vitamin C in your diet; we'll have to see about that."

Spike left the room still muttering, this time about vitamins and websites and dietary specialists, and while the thought of being subjected to a regulated diet made Xander cringe, the sentiments behind the 'threats' made him feel all warm and fuzzy inside. He barely noticed his burns still itched.

After a supper of perfectly caramelized crème brûlée and a shared pitcher of freshly squeezed orange juice served over crushed ice, Xander lay down to sleep with Spike curled tightly around him.

On the edge of sleep, it occurred to him to wonder just how bad a disaster Spike's first attempt at cooking the dessert must have been for him to give in and ask Rebecca for help. He only hoped she'd thought to call their cleaning service too, to move their next visit up from Wednesday.

Comments

[ladyvirgo1956.livejournal.com]

I can see it now Spike cooking Creme Brulee. Too funny. Spike watching Xander as he tries to help the Scoobies while they ignore him.

[darkhavens.livejournal.com]

Thanks! The idea of Spike cooking comfort food for Xander never stops making me smile. :D

You made the first comment, so you get to provide the next pairing/character/prompt. (Full rules are at the top of the post.)

[ladyvirgo1956.livejournal.com]

Spike watching Xander as he tries to help the Scoobies while they ignore him. I hope this is what you need. I always picture Spike watching Xander as he tries to help and people ignoring him.

[http://users.livejournal.com/woman_of_/]

Oh wonderful, I love caring Spike looking after Xander, *sigh* brightens me up!

I know it is a bit of a cheek, but could you possibily post this at fluffy_spike I know a few Spander lovers would love some thing like this to brighten their day.

[darkhavens.livejournal.com]

Caring, and yet still getting in a grope and a bit of bitchiness, that's the Spike I love too. :D

I've applied for membership at fluffy and will have to wait for a mod to... just got accepted as I type this, so yes, I'll post a link there.

Thanks!

[fanbot.livejournal.com]

Awwww. Does Spike own an apron that says "bite the cook"? Of course, Xander owns it because Spike bought it for him, but Spike has to wear it in this case. :)

[darkhavens.livejournal.com]

Hee! Spike probably draws the line at being seen in an apron, but wouldn't it make a wonderful photo for the purposes of blackmail? *g*

[tykell.livejournal.com]

::worships you:: Adorable ^.^

[darkhavens.livejournal.com]

Thank you! :D

[reremouse.livejournal.com]

Hee! Yay for fluff! Oh, Spike - still evil...ish. And where are Xander's peeled grapes?

[darkhavens.livejournal.com]

Oh, Spike - still evil...ish.

He will aaaaaalways be evil...ish. *g*

I think Xander knows better than to ask where his peeled grapes are if he wants to continue to be aided in his bathroom pursuits. ;)

Thankee!

[etty-kay.livejournal.com]

very cute

thankyou

[darkhavens.livejournal.com]

Thanks! So is your icon. *g*

[txrabbit.livejournal.com]

Hee! So very cute!

[darkhavens.livejournal.com]

thankee, darlin'! *smooch*

[entrenous88.livejournal.com]

Awwww! I love that storyline always, fussy!Spike and sick!Xander, and this instance of it was very sweet and fun.

[darkhavens.livejournal.com]

Hee! Thank you! Spike is fussy and caring, but with extra attitude and a dose of snark. As it should be. :D

[suejc3dogs.livejournal.com]

I love it, I love it!

One, two, three, awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!

[darkhavens.livejournal.com]

Thankee! :D

[nashmaveric.livejournal.com]

You're going through so much black cherry kool-aid, it's a bloody miracle you aren't peeing purple."

Made me choke on my coke, you did ::grin:: I can just picture Spike attempts at making a creme brulee of all things! ::snicker::

[darkhavens.livejournal.com]

Hee! Thanks! And... sorry? :D

[viciouscats.livejournal.com]

Aww, sweet, sweet boys. :)

[darkhavens.livejournal.com]

Thank you! they can be adorable at times, can't they? *g*

[iadorespike]

Awwwww...so, so sweet. :)

*snuggles you*

[darkhavens.livejournal.com]

Thankee! *purrs*

[saifai.livejournal.com]

This just cracked me up. Cuz you know when Spike is bitching about doing something, all sarcastic like, you know that's exactly what he's going to do. LOL

Brilliant addition to the series. These two are just adorable.

[darkhavens.livejournal.com]

Cuz you know when Spike is bitching about doing something, all sarcastic like, you know that's exactly what he's going to do. LOL

Or he's already done it and screwed it up. ;)

Thanks! :D

[mysticsoblivion.livejournal.com]

Oh, I so love these drabble-y things of yours! They always make me smile. *G*

[darkhavens.livejournal.com]

Thank you! Knowing I make people smile makes me smile. :D

[tabaqui]

Heeeeee.
Poor Xander! Burned!
:)
*pets them*
Silly boys.

[darkhavens.livejournal.com]

Adorkably silly. :D

Thanks, sweetie!

I'd almost given up on getting the grapes in when Spike's snark came to the rescue. *g*

[http://users.livejournal.com/_beetle_/]

"I swear, Xan, if you make me sing again, I'm going to spend the rest of the day singing that Barney song that makes you wake up screaming."

He wouldn't! That's beyond even vampire cruel!

"Spike! Remember when you told me that more than three shakes is a wank? You're not shaking it any more."

LMAO! Is more than three shakes really a wank? Boys are weird and covered in cooties.

After a supper of perfectly caramelized crème brûlée and a shared pitcher of freshly squeezed orange juice served over crushed ice . . . He only hoped she'd thought to call their cleaning service too, to move their next visit up from Wednesday.

Yeah, there's no way in hell Spike is cleaing that up =D

[darkhavens.livejournal.com]

LMAO! Is more than three shakes really a wank? Boys are weird and covered in cooties.

I don't have firsthand knowledge, but anecdotal evidence seems to support that, at least over here, more than three shakes does indeed count as a wank. *g*

Barney is evil. Xander knows this. Spike knows this. Spike uses this. :D