Messing with His Head
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G’morning
Title: G’morning
Author: Mera
Feedback: Do it… you know you want to! Please? lusciousspike@yahoo.com
Rating: Over-15 but just because I don’t want to corrupt any one with language.
Pairing: Spike/Xander … to some extent *g*
Summary/TimeLine: During Season 5 BtVS. Xander had just been dumped and he had run into Spike at the Bronze, then . . . *shrug* things evolve as they tend to do in a story.
Disclaimer: The chars belong to Joss though I borrowed some… am going to keep them for sometime… give them tea and crumpets… maybe make them show me their sexy dance and if I ever get bored *snort* I'll return them.
Distribution: You want? Just ask, I swear I won't say no! I just want to know where they sleep.
Thanks to Farah for the quick read!
Italics & *& capitals = emphasize
~ = thoughts
*~*~*~*~*~*
“And then- then she says that Opera said--- or was it Dr. Phil? That you need to explore yourself before you can have a ‘successful and fruitful relationship’ or some other economy named psycho-crap.” Xander chugged down his beer, uncaring of the liquid dripping down his chin.
Spike surveyed the green table before making his shot. The pool cue sent the colorful balls into hiding with almost inaudible clicks in the midst of the Bronze’s rumpus. He watched as several balls followed snail-paced into the holes. With a smirk, he raised his head to catch Xander’s deep scowl.
“So, what, ex-demon-girl dumped you to find herself?” When he got a nod, he continued intrigued, “Where, pray tell?”
“With some guy that has a bottomless wallet to cater to her ‘elegant needs’.”
Spike nodded and watched Xander miss a shot. “All the luck to her then, hope she sends me something posh.”
Xander frowned when Spike’s cue hit the balls sending them with accuracy to their destination. “Why would she send you something? I am the ex-boyfriend she left . . . packing my mini T.V. along with!”
“Yeah?” Spike raised an eyebrow at a defensive looking Xander who was gripping his stick with both hands when Spike made yet another successful shot. “But we shared a lot Anyanka and I.”
Xander scrunched his nose. “Please spare me the reminiscences of the Days of Gore.” He poked his pool cue at the vampire. “And don’t get all high and mighty on me, Blood Breath.” Spike pursed his lips. “It’s not like you’re any better . . . moaning like a puppy after Buffy’s crumbs.”
“I do not…!” Spike answered defensively. “I patrol for blood money and to kick some baddie arse.” He wrapped his lips around his beer bottle, his Adam’s apple moved in sequence with the strong gulps.
“Really?” Xander scrunched his nose at the way Spike’s lips then tongue rimmed the bottle head and looked away concentrating at the game. “Well, remind me this, Spike. When was the last time you asked for money?” He then turned to a glowering Spike. “You know, in exchange for you’re oh so needed services.”
Spike missed a shot. His eyes flashed gold at Xander who chuckled and sunk in the last of the balls in.
“Seeing as you’ve helped me get some alcoholic beer, and pretended we were just guys out for a game, bitching about women . . . I’ll let you off that one.” Xander shook his beer bottle upside down to catch the last few drops. “Even if the game and the beer were on me.”
“I don’t ‘bitch’.” Spike then snorted and shook his head. “We’re a fine pair aren’t we?”
“Well, I know what I’ve got- don’t know about you.” Xander was looking down at his wallet sulking. “Well my bottomless wallet seems to be a fake.” He then proceeded to perform what he did earlier to the glass bottle as verification of the fact. “I’ve got more alcohol back at my place,” he said matter of factually.
“Is that an invite then?” Spike cocked his head, twisting the stick in his hands.
“Well, if you slam into an invisible barrier on the way in and then fry in the sun, I’d have to say no.” Xander smiled somewhat indulgingly.
Spike rolled his eyes. “Not one to kick a horse in the mouth – well, except that one time but it was under the influence thanks to Angelus – why not head out to Rupes, he has some fine liquor hidden and he might be willing to share? All brothers in misery and all.”
Xander shuddered. “Thanks but hell no. Giles is really scary when he’s drunk.”
Spike chuckled. He then yelped when a hand smacked the back of his head. “Oi, no fair! I’d just about zap myself if I even think about doing that to you.” He poked at Xander.
Xander grinned, he couldn’t believe it. Semi-Drunk-Spike was actually pouting, and they had only had – he glanced over to the table next to them covered with bottles, a testimony at the great service here – around fifteen beers? “It is fair seeing as the image of G-man giggling in drunken madness is thanks to you playing with our minds, Adam's Lackey!”
Spike shook his finger in front of Xander who blinked dizzily at the quick movement. “Watch who you call a lackey, boy. Got a rep of being a lone wolf for a reason you know.” Spike replaced the pool cue, ignoring Xander’s mumbled, “Yeah, coz Morticia’s scarier sis dumped you,” and said instead, “I do remember that time though, needed to get me this blasted chip out of my noggin.” He shrugged looking at a jazzed up Xander. “Besides, you bunch were begging for it – it was an entertaining piece of cake.”
Xander actually stuck his tongue out at Spike. “You wanted me to join the military. That was mean.” Oh, yeah, Xander was drunk.
Spike chuckled and gestured to the club exit. “Why not lead the way Droopy Boy, before you pass out and I miss out on free brew.”
Xander walked surprisingly straight on his feet. He did bump shoulders with Spike though. “Hey that kinda rhymed, you’re not an undead poet in disguise, are you?” he asked with a giggle.
Spike only froze for a second before moving on. “Bloody Hell no.” He set his face. “You better have some strong booze.”
*~*~*~*~*~*
~ Oh, god. Did a demon rat crawl into my mouth, answer the call of nature then die? ~ Xander thought as he slowly came to.
He moved his jaw, eyes still closed, trying to re-awaken his salivary glands in hopes that they would wash away the Sahara in his mouth.
No luck.
~ Guess I have to move then. Evil alcohol. Just say no. Wait. That’s about drugs--- or was that sex? ~
A mere movement following his inconsistent thoughts had him freezing. His breath stopped and his eyes snapped open. Vaguely, he recalled giving a meager amount of thought as he awoke to the fact that he was sore all over. A minute ago, he figured that he - once again - had fallen asleep on the couch. But, no, that was his bedroom ceiling staring back at him, if you imagined those two suspicious looking stains as eyes that is. He was flat on bed reminiscent of all the times he and Anya had . . . and he was feeling as tired as he was when they had. . .
~ Fucked like horny bunnies! ~
Suddenly, he started breathing again. The ceiling was a nice place as any to look at. He wasn’t going to pretend there was something cool poking at his side, because there wasn’t. His heart began to pound in his ears.
Nevertheless, the sound of heart pumping fresh red hot blood near his ear wasn’t what woke Spike up, it was the keening.
Quickly, his eyes asserted his surrounding. His mind presented the likely scenario. His nose sniffed. Nope. That was rather disappointing. Carry the boy - for God knew what reason - from his clearly uncomfortable doze on the table of all places, only to wake up to them both naked, and nothing had happened. Not even the lonely frottage.
Still, the human was clearly panicking. Harris didn’t know.
~ Guess little Xander having not went to Uni had never ‘experimented’, does he actually think . . .? ~
Spike spread himself and preformed the morning awakening rituals. He groaned. Xander whimpered.
~ Oh ye-ah. ~
Spike turned to his side and watched as Xander shrunk down and pulled the covers up to his neck and away from his 'companion'. Spike bit the inside of his cheek to stop from laughing out loud. He missed messing with the Scoobies, last night Xander had reminded him how easy it was, and how fun.
Xander’s wide eyes were looking at Spike’s disheveled ‘un-shamelessly’ displayed nude appearance, his was mind screaming at him to do something, but the child in him was whispering that if he didn’t move he would be okay.
Spike had a lazy smile on his mouth. He looked ~ gulp ~ satisfied. He leaned closer, yet, Xander stood his ground.
“Morning, luv.” Spike titled his head and kissed Xander chastely. Xander gaped. “Bugger me—wait. Heh, too late, ain't it?” He grinned, enjoying how Xander’s pulse point jumped. “Anyanka was right, you are a bloody Viking in the sack.”
The blond leaned once more but blinked when Xander alluded him, shrieking and jumping out of the bed uncaring of his nudity, the sound of the bathroom door slamming almost immediately in his wake, with the fleeing boy repeating all the way in his escape, “No, no, no.” until the lock clicked, twice, behind him.
The small smirk grew on Spike’s face as he spread himself more comfortably on the large bed. ~ Oh, yeah, this is going to be fun! ~
The End… (Well, or at least until Mr. Bunny Muse gives me wicked Spike pranks to play on poor innocent thinks-he-just-had-his-first-gay-experience Xander. Oh *blink* was that a bunny that just skipped by? *runs to make sure that it wasn’t a mirage!bunny* lol)
Author: Mera
Feedback: Do it… you know you want to! Please? lusciousspike@yahoo.com
Rating: Over-15 but just because I don’t want to corrupt any one with language.
Pairing: Spike/Xander … to some extent *g*
Summary/TimeLine: During Season 5 BtVS. Xander had just been dumped and he had run into Spike at the Bronze, then . . . *shrug* things evolve as they tend to do in a story.
Disclaimer: The chars belong to Joss though I borrowed some… am going to keep them for sometime… give them tea and crumpets… maybe make them show me their sexy dance and if I ever get bored *snort* I'll return them.
Distribution: You want? Just ask, I swear I won't say no! I just want to know where they sleep.
Thanks to Farah for the quick read!
Italics & *& capitals = emphasize
~ = thoughts
“And then- then she says that Opera said--- or was it Dr. Phil? That you need to explore yourself before you can have a ‘successful and fruitful relationship’ or some other economy named psycho-crap.” Xander chugged down his beer, uncaring of the liquid dripping down his chin.
Spike surveyed the green table before making his shot. The pool cue sent the colorful balls into hiding with almost inaudible clicks in the midst of the Bronze’s rumpus. He watched as several balls followed snail-paced into the holes. With a smirk, he raised his head to catch Xander’s deep scowl.
“So, what, ex-demon-girl dumped you to find herself?” When he got a nod, he continued intrigued, “Where, pray tell?”
“With some guy that has a bottomless wallet to cater to her ‘elegant needs’.”
Spike nodded and watched Xander miss a shot. “All the luck to her then, hope she sends me something posh.”
Xander frowned when Spike’s cue hit the balls sending them with accuracy to their destination. “Why would she send you something? I am the ex-boyfriend she left . . . packing my mini T.V. along with!”
“Yeah?” Spike raised an eyebrow at a defensive looking Xander who was gripping his stick with both hands when Spike made yet another successful shot. “But we shared a lot Anyanka and I.”
Xander scrunched his nose. “Please spare me the reminiscences of the Days of Gore.” He poked his pool cue at the vampire. “And don’t get all high and mighty on me, Blood Breath.” Spike pursed his lips. “It’s not like you’re any better . . . moaning like a puppy after Buffy’s crumbs.”
“I do not…!” Spike answered defensively. “I patrol for blood money and to kick some baddie arse.” He wrapped his lips around his beer bottle, his Adam’s apple moved in sequence with the strong gulps.
“Really?” Xander scrunched his nose at the way Spike’s lips then tongue rimmed the bottle head and looked away concentrating at the game. “Well, remind me this, Spike. When was the last time you asked for money?” He then turned to a glowering Spike. “You know, in exchange for you’re oh so needed services.”
Spike missed a shot. His eyes flashed gold at Xander who chuckled and sunk in the last of the balls in.
“Seeing as you’ve helped me get some alcoholic beer, and pretended we were just guys out for a game, bitching about women . . . I’ll let you off that one.” Xander shook his beer bottle upside down to catch the last few drops. “Even if the game and the beer were on me.”
“I don’t ‘bitch’.” Spike then snorted and shook his head. “We’re a fine pair aren’t we?”
“Well, I know what I’ve got- don’t know about you.” Xander was looking down at his wallet sulking. “Well my bottomless wallet seems to be a fake.” He then proceeded to perform what he did earlier to the glass bottle as verification of the fact. “I’ve got more alcohol back at my place,” he said matter of factually.
“Is that an invite then?” Spike cocked his head, twisting the stick in his hands.
“Well, if you slam into an invisible barrier on the way in and then fry in the sun, I’d have to say no.” Xander smiled somewhat indulgingly.
Spike rolled his eyes. “Not one to kick a horse in the mouth – well, except that one time but it was under the influence thanks to Angelus – why not head out to Rupes, he has some fine liquor hidden and he might be willing to share? All brothers in misery and all.”
Xander shuddered. “Thanks but hell no. Giles is really scary when he’s drunk.”
Spike chuckled. He then yelped when a hand smacked the back of his head. “Oi, no fair! I’d just about zap myself if I even think about doing that to you.” He poked at Xander.
Xander grinned, he couldn’t believe it. Semi-Drunk-Spike was actually pouting, and they had only had – he glanced over to the table next to them covered with bottles, a testimony at the great service here – around fifteen beers? “It is fair seeing as the image of G-man giggling in drunken madness is thanks to you playing with our minds, Adam's Lackey!”
Spike shook his finger in front of Xander who blinked dizzily at the quick movement. “Watch who you call a lackey, boy. Got a rep of being a lone wolf for a reason you know.” Spike replaced the pool cue, ignoring Xander’s mumbled, “Yeah, coz Morticia’s scarier sis dumped you,” and said instead, “I do remember that time though, needed to get me this blasted chip out of my noggin.” He shrugged looking at a jazzed up Xander. “Besides, you bunch were begging for it – it was an entertaining piece of cake.”
Xander actually stuck his tongue out at Spike. “You wanted me to join the military. That was mean.” Oh, yeah, Xander was drunk.
Spike chuckled and gestured to the club exit. “Why not lead the way Droopy Boy, before you pass out and I miss out on free brew.”
Xander walked surprisingly straight on his feet. He did bump shoulders with Spike though. “Hey that kinda rhymed, you’re not an undead poet in disguise, are you?” he asked with a giggle.
Spike only froze for a second before moving on. “Bloody Hell no.” He set his face. “You better have some strong booze.”
~ Oh, god. Did a demon rat crawl into my mouth, answer the call of nature then die? ~ Xander thought as he slowly came to.
He moved his jaw, eyes still closed, trying to re-awaken his salivary glands in hopes that they would wash away the Sahara in his mouth.
No luck.
~ Guess I have to move then. Evil alcohol. Just say no. Wait. That’s about drugs--- or was that sex? ~
A mere movement following his inconsistent thoughts had him freezing. His breath stopped and his eyes snapped open. Vaguely, he recalled giving a meager amount of thought as he awoke to the fact that he was sore all over. A minute ago, he figured that he - once again - had fallen asleep on the couch. But, no, that was his bedroom ceiling staring back at him, if you imagined those two suspicious looking stains as eyes that is. He was flat on bed reminiscent of all the times he and Anya had . . . and he was feeling as tired as he was when they had. . .
~ Fucked like horny bunnies! ~
Suddenly, he started breathing again. The ceiling was a nice place as any to look at. He wasn’t going to pretend there was something cool poking at his side, because there wasn’t. His heart began to pound in his ears.
Nevertheless, the sound of heart pumping fresh red hot blood near his ear wasn’t what woke Spike up, it was the keening.
Quickly, his eyes asserted his surrounding. His mind presented the likely scenario. His nose sniffed. Nope. That was rather disappointing. Carry the boy - for God knew what reason - from his clearly uncomfortable doze on the table of all places, only to wake up to them both naked, and nothing had happened. Not even the lonely frottage.
Still, the human was clearly panicking. Harris didn’t know.
~ Guess little Xander having not went to Uni had never ‘experimented’, does he actually think . . .? ~
Spike spread himself and preformed the morning awakening rituals. He groaned. Xander whimpered.
~ Oh ye-ah. ~
Spike turned to his side and watched as Xander shrunk down and pulled the covers up to his neck and away from his 'companion'. Spike bit the inside of his cheek to stop from laughing out loud. He missed messing with the Scoobies, last night Xander had reminded him how easy it was, and how fun.
Xander’s wide eyes were looking at Spike’s disheveled ‘un-shamelessly’ displayed nude appearance, his was mind screaming at him to do something, but the child in him was whispering that if he didn’t move he would be okay.
Spike had a lazy smile on his mouth. He looked ~ gulp ~ satisfied. He leaned closer, yet, Xander stood his ground.
“Morning, luv.” Spike titled his head and kissed Xander chastely. Xander gaped. “Bugger me—wait. Heh, too late, ain't it?” He grinned, enjoying how Xander’s pulse point jumped. “Anyanka was right, you are a bloody Viking in the sack.”
The blond leaned once more but blinked when Xander alluded him, shrieking and jumping out of the bed uncaring of his nudity, the sound of the bathroom door slamming almost immediately in his wake, with the fleeing boy repeating all the way in his escape, “No, no, no.” until the lock clicked, twice, behind him.
The small smirk grew on Spike’s face as he spread himself more comfortably on the large bed. ~ Oh, yeah, this is going to be fun! ~
The End… (Well, or at least until Mr. Bunny Muse gives me wicked Spike pranks to play on poor innocent thinks-he-just-had-his-first-gay-experience Xander. Oh *blink* was that a bunny that just skipped by? *runs to make sure that it wasn’t a mirage!bunny* lol)