Playing to Win

This is a response to a challenge from my friend SP to finally write some Spander. This story is a Spander with Spuffy undertones set in season 4 sometime after "Doomed". For the purposes of this story, Xander and Anya are far more casual, and Riley has left to go on a super-secret squirrel mission leaving Buffy alone and vulnerable. The initiative obviously ex, as, as does Spike's chip, but with Riley gone, it will not play a large part in this story (as Season 4 should have been)

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The lights were out, an eerie silence pervaded the dank, gloomy basement. The occasional sounds of scuffling and shifting boxes, punctuated with muttered curses set the scene. Suddenly a vampire, with evil intent clear on his face, stalked out of one of the flickering shadows.

"A vampire, a master vampire, working for his blood; there's just something very wrong about it," grumbled Spike as he hefted up another box.

The work in question was helping Xander move. His parents had decided to make a rather hasty retirement to Florida. So hasty in fact, that they were in another state and the utilities shut off in the house before they bothered informing Xander of his new homeless status. Xander took this with typical wry humour; he figured at least this way he would get out of the basement¡ onto the street maybe, but definitely out of the basement.

"No, I think the wrong in that statement is the working for blood," shot back Xander with a grimace. "Besides," he continued with a little smirk, "you're not exactly a master vampire now are you; more of a master..."

Spike cut him off with a growl, making him immediately annoyed that he was unnerved by it, even knowing Spike couldn't hurt him.

Spike grinned as he carried the box to the doorway. He could still strike fear into the heart of Xander Harris. Then he frowned- he was happy that he could strike fear into the heart of Xander Harris? He was so pathetic. The vampire sighed as he realized that the whelp hadn't been too far off-base with his comment either.

"All that time chained up and I didn't even get shagged; now that doesn't seem right!" mused Spike under his breath, figuratively speaking. It just wasn't right. All those thoughts of chains were having an interesting effect on him too. "Damn Angelus, er, Dru, and her conditioning; I'm like a slightly fangier Pavlov's dog. Rattle some chains and I react." Harmony had been a while ago, and since he couldn't think of her without cringing, he reckoned that she didn't exactly count as a good shag. He was having to rely on some rather disturbing images- the slayer writhing around on his lap during the spell a few weeks ago, the whelp on all fours on his bed in his boxers while he was tied up in the chair- just to have a good wank.

Spike cast a speculative glance over at the whelp in question. He watched him gaze longingly at the slayer when she trotted over, laughing at something the redheaded witch said. He saw him try to hide it when that demon bird Xander had been fooling around with came into the room. Suddenly, Spike thought his life wasn' bad bad after all. Wiping the incipient grin off of his face, he manoeuvred himself just behind Xander, so that the whelp jumped a little when he whispered in his ear.

"I bet you'd love to get your hands and other parts, on some of that, eh boy?" Spike insinuated. "She may be the slayer, but the arse on her; well let's just say I'd love to have a bit more of a taste of that after our little spell together."

Xander started to protest when Spike cut him off.

"Let's have a little chat about this outside, shall we?" Spike said hurriedly as he practically dragged Xander out onto the front porch, away from Buffy's eyes and ears.

Once they were out on the porch, Spike noticed he was still holding onto Xander's arm. He'd intentionally left it there, noting the boy's increased heart beat and breathing with amusement. Oh yeah, this was going to be fun!

Xander was confused or possibly annoyed, or possibly both. What he definitely was, was turned on, and that was disturbing enough to ignore the first two emotions altogether. His habit of distracting people with a curious brand of humour seemed to work equally well on himself.

"So, Wanna-bite, what was all that about, with the leering and the grabbing; cause one, Buffy's gonna kick your ass, and two, I just might make an exception to the no hurting helpless creatures policy."

"And I'd love for you to try," Spike managed to make even the most trite come-back into an innuendo with a quirk of his head and a tug on his bottom lip with his teeth, "But that's not why we're out here¡ is it?" he continued with a languorous gaze back at the house and Buffy.

Xander shook his head to try to rid it of the unwanted lust that was invading him from not one, but two sources. Buffy was his friend, and Spike, well, Spike was something that he never wanted to think about.

"Look, I don't know what you're talking about, and I really don't care to know, ok? I'm going to say this once, possibly twice, Buffy is my friend, ergo no lusty thoughts; I have a gir..., um Anya, who is really good in bed, and I certainly don't want to screw any of that up, got it?" Xander explained in what he hoped was merely convincing and not defensive tone.

Spike snorted, "Whatever helps you sleep at night, but still, mortal enemy or not, that Slayer is something I'd love to sink my fangs into," he continued, his tones making it obvious that his fangs weren't the only things he'd like to sink into the blonde, who was currently laughing blithely with Willow inside. Nor did he think that Xander was merely sleeping at night. "You know," the vampire continued, "I may just have to see about that; she's all vulnerable now since that soldier boy, that she pathetically used to replace Peaches, up and left town; and she always has had a thing for me anyway."

"Like you have a chance, or that I'd let you get that close to one of my friends even if you did!" Xander hissed indignantly.

"What, afraid I'd be able to do what you never could? No matter how much you wanted it, she has always seen you as her best pal Xander," Spike fought to keep the grin off of his face as he saw the look of longing and frustration cross the boy's face. And just for a moment he wished that the look would have been there because of him. Yeah, he was desperate for a shag.

Xander was tired of this conversation. He was tired of the unwanted mixture of frustration and lust, and mostly, he was tired of Spike.

"Spike," he shot out, in joking desperation, "if you can get Buffy to want to sleep with you; hell, I'll sleep with you!"

"Alright. Done," Spike quickly shot back, suddenly liking where this was heading.

Xander couldn't believe what he had just heard, "What?" he asked, his voice tinged with a hint of hysteria at this unexpected response.

"Challenge accepted," Spike said simply in an even voice.

"But-?!" Xander was flabbergasted.

Spike just gave a little wave as he walked away.

"I think I may have just done a very, very bad thing," muttered Xander as he helplessly watched Spike leave.