Title: You Took The Words Right Out Of My Mouth 

Author: Amejisuto

BtVS Rating: PG13 

Pairings: Spike/Xander 

Spoilers: None 

Warnings: Gratuitous use of song lyrics. The entire song can be found at: http://www.qgm.com/meatloaf/lyrics/hsn.html

Summary: Spike and Xander dance to their song while waiting for the sun to set. 

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Disclaimer: I hardly own this computer I’m writing on, much less the wonderful town of Sunnydale and all those within. Joss Whedon, UPN, WB and other people who aren’t me own Buffy and all of her friends. 



Author’s Notes: If you have never listed to this wonderful song by Meat Loaf, well then the ending of this fic may not make sense. Read the lyrics and you’ll get it. Also on the tape, Bat Out Of Hell there is, well sort of a pre-cursor to the song. That is what I’m really basing this drabble to. It just fits to me. Also I’m going to say Spike is unchipped but loves Xander, cause I’m the writer and I say so! Takes place after The Gift, but is AU after that. 





This was their song. Ever since last summer, when Buffy died and couldn’t be brought back without consequences, since Anya died, since they had to work together to protect Dawn, and the Hellmouth. At first they had to get along to work together, and then it became more. And so the two men danced in the living room of their apartment on their anniversary. Shadows starting to appear as the sun slowly set. 





As the song ended, Spike turned off the CD player and turned to look at Xander. “On a hot summer night, would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses?” 



“Would he offer me his teeth?” 



“Yes.” 



“Would he offer me his mouth?” 



“Yes.” 



“Would he offer me his hunger?” 



“Yes.” Spike nuzzled Xander’s neck, fangs scraping against the sensitive skin. 



Xander moaned and nuzzled Spike back. “And would he starve without me?” 



“Yes.” 



There lips touched, the faintest brush against each other, and Xander asked “And does he love me?” 



“Yes. On a hot summer night would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses?” 





“Yes.” Xander barely breathed the answer. 



“I bet you say that to all the vampires!” 



“Hey!” Xander laughed, “That is so not how it goes!” 



Spike smirked. “Come on Pet. Sun’s down. Grab the picnic basket and we can reenact the whole song once we get to the beach.” 



Xander did as asked and they walked hand in hand out the front door. Xander stopped before the door was closed and kissed Spike again. The kiss spoke of passion, need, and love. “One condition Spike.” 



“Huh?” Spike was dazed “What condition?” 



Xander laughed as he closed the door. “This time Spike, you wear the lipstick!” 





~Fini~