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Fic: Good Guy, Bad Guy: A Spike And Xander Adventure (Spike/Xander, Mature, 4/?)

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Title: Good Guy, Bad Guy: A Spike And Xander Adventure
Authors: cordelianne and reremouse
Chapter: 4/?
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Rude British guys, coconut crabs and blue skies.
Summary: In a post-Chosen, post-NFA, non-comic canon compliant world, Xander's working with the Council and Spike's working with Angel. Somehow they keep running into each other.




A man, a hammock and cold beer.

This is the life.

And that’s before Xander factors in the blue sky, swaying palm tress and endless empty beach.

It’s almost unbelievable that he’s in an island paradise straight off a tourism poster.

Almost being the key word.

Easier to believe after the lack of fun he had in Papette. What with the yelling and crying, and that was before the newly recruited slayer got to battle her first demon. Demon in the plural to be exact.

Oh yeah, he deserves this.

Peace and quiet.

Clouds drift by.

His eye closes, the beer slips from his hand and it’s way too much effort to pick up.

Xander wakes to rattling ice and the clink of beer bottles.

“Bloody hell, all you’ve got is beer.”

“I like beer,” he responds without opening his eye.

A bottle cap twists off. “Should have rum.” Trust Spike to complain while stealing Xander’s beer.

“That’s if you’re in the Caribbean – we’re not.” Xander opens an eye to pick up his dropped beer bottle and peer inside before deciding it’s safe to drink. “You’re no Johnny Depp and I sure as hell don’t want to be Keira Knightley.”

“I’ll give you that – you’re not that womanly.” Spike tilts his head, looks Xander up and down from his sprawl on the nearby sand. Shrugs. “If you wanted, 'm sure the rae raes could help you out. Birds of paradise, that lot.”

Xander decides the best answer is more beer. It’s a manly answer. An answer that folds its arms and thinks to itself Spike would have met the local rae raes. They were probably pretty impressed with him too. Not that Xander's jealous.

“Taking a risk out here alone at night, love.”

It’s not that risky when you know – thanks to the chatty locals – that you’re not far from the hut of the pale rude British guy. But all Xander says is: “I can handle it.”

“That’s right, you’re all big and manly.” It’s hard to tell if he’s joking or serious, it’s a fine line and Spike walks it well.

Xander points a beer at him. “Don’t you forget it.”

“Could use a reminder.”

Xander rolls an eye at the leer but still rolls his way down beside Spike.

His brain unhelpfully interrupts his sex now thoughts. “Won’t sex on the beach be sandy?”

Not that it doesn’t have a point.

“What do you think the duster’s for?”

Spike has a point too. A better point.

Xander’s brain admits defeat. It’s a good kind of defeat.

“If I get pinched by a coconut crab this is your –”

“Shut up, Harris.” Spike bites his neck. “Don’t ruin the moment.”

“Ruin the…?” He decides to go with the shutting up.

Apparently they're guys who have moments now.

Who knew?




If you're wondering about rae raes, here's a link to a good article about rae raes. Scroll down to the 11th paragraph (about mid-way down the page) for rae rae specific info.
Tags: creator: cordelianne, creator: reremouse, media: fic, pairing: spike/xander, rating: mature
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