Title: Holy Water
Part: 1 of 1
Series: Nope.
Author: Zyre
E-mail address:
zyre_dragon@yahoo.com
Website:
http://www.webrizy.net/fanfic.html
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Archive: Sure to list archives, anyone else please just ask.
Disclaimers: I don't own these characters, Joss Whedon, 20th Century
Fox, Mutant Enemy, and the rest do. No copyright infringement is
intended, I'm just playing for a bit.
Warnings: slash. Spoilers through "Him".
Summary: Spike takes a shower and finally finds some warmth.
**
All showers start the same for Spike, these days. They start out cold,
ice cold, and Spike wonders every time why people think that Hell would
be hot. There's nothing more holy than warmth, not really, because
sometimes it's the thing he misses more than ever.
After awhile he turns the hot water on, running his hands over his body
and trying to spread the warmth through his icy skin. Glancing down,
he's reminded of another misconception...why would a devil be red? Red
is the color of life, of love, of sexuality and desire. He sighs,
thinking too much again. It's a very bad and dangerous habit for him.
It's been at least a half an hour, and Spike glances at his fingers,
pressing the tips together and watching the wrinkling skin as it slides
against itself. He idly wonders as he does this how long it will take
for Xander to come looking for him. Probably quite awhile, though he's
been oddly protective since Spike arrived in his home.
He proceeds to clean himself, making sure he's soaped everything up
before rinsing, rubbing at his scalp almost painfully as he tries to
get rid of the gel and the bleach and the voices and the memories. With
a sigh, Spike turns the cold water off completely, wincing just a
little as the water grows painfully hot.
It's suddenly too much, and he collapses, sinking down to sit against
the wall, water cascading down his body in long rivulets. His hands are
shaking, and he throws the soap to the other side of the tub, finding
little satisfaction in the soft thud it makes as it falls back and
begins to float towards the drain. He watches intently as it does,
imagining that the small bar is dancing to the pitter-patter beat of
falling water in a strange and oddly intriguing sort of serenade.
His hair is matted and tickling his eyelashes, and he begins to rub at
his face. He remembers Dru talking about how hot water helps get rid of
dead skin, and laughs bitterly. If that were true, there'd be nothing
left of him, nothing at all. He'd be dissolved entirely, floating down
the drain and dancing with the soap suds. He rubs harder, all over his
body, wondering how long it would take him to do that, to disappear
down into oblivion. Maybe he'd even end up in the ocean, swimming free
with fish and dolphins as tiny little Spikey William particles.
He doesn't know how long he's been doing this when Xander finally comes
to check on him. The look on the young man's face makes Spike feel a
little guilty - he has no right to be here, he knows, and Xander has
every right to look horrified. He tries to speak, tries to explain that
he'll be going away soon, and no one will worry any more, but all that
comes out is a choked laugh.
Xander runs forward and turns off the water, barely seeming to notice
Spike's nakedness as he pulls the vampire to his feet. Spike raises his
eyebrows and says nothing. He's quite content to stand here forever, if
he has to. Xander leaves him for a moment and returns with a towel, and
he begins to dry his flat-mate off.
Spike notices that his hands are shaking, though he can't imagine why.
It's not as though Xander's never seen what he's got to offer, after
all. Spike rather enjoys this, though. He likes the way that for once,
someone's skin feels cool against his.
When he's all dry, Xander wraps his arm around Spike's shoulder and
leads him out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. He sets his charge
down on the bed and goes to fetch another blanket out of the oak chest
of drawers, and Spike watches him silently.
Xander returns to him a moment later and wraps the blanket around
Spike, pushing him back on the bed. He still hasn't said anything,
though his _expression is still riddled with worry. He surprises Spike
when he lays down beside him, pulling the bundled vampire into his arms
and holding him close.
Spike realizes that it's the first time he's been held since his soul
was returned, and he can barely hold back his emotion. Xander seems to
know this, and he runs his hand up and down Spike's back gently, making
soft shushing noises in his ear, urging him to stay, and to sleep, and
to...forget.
Spike finds that he's more than willing to comply, and he soon drifts
off in Xander's arms, feeling safe for the first time in a long time.
The End.
. hoffentlich wird spike wieder irgendwie ein bißchen mehr wie früher. ich vermisse dieses hin und hergezanke zwischen den beiden. und so macht es keinen spaß, wenn spike dauernd so still ist. 
leider die hälfte der wörter aneinander ohne abstand (oder zumindest bei mir wars dann so) das machte es ein wenig schwer zum lesen, aber einfach zu lustig 
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