Fisi Mtima

Chapter Summary: The group go to Caritas, and there is much singing.
Notes: The song featured in here is Glycerine by Bush. You can skip past the song if you'd like, though I feel that it fits Spike rather well. Also, this chapter has a underlying current of amusement unlike the other chapters, just to warn you.


.Chapter Ten.

Spike's jaw dropped open. Angel and Doyle grimaced in unison. Xander fought back a chuckle.

On the stage in the dimly lit club of Caritas a Groglathen demon sang. The sounds of 'NSync filled the air and the demon's heavily larded body flumped and wiggled to the beat. Spike turned to Xander and buried his face against the human's shoulder, ignoring the suddenly amused look that Angel was sending him.

"Make it stop, love." Spike whined. "My bloody ears are gonna pop off."

"Oh, the horror." Xander whispered as the song drew to a close.

"My thoughts exactly, sweet plum." A voice exclaimed. All four turned to be greeted by a smiling green demon, with red eyes. That, though, wasn't the part that drew their attention. He was wearing a suit made of silk in the colors plum and pale pink.

"Lorne." Angel greeted. "You know Doyle. This is Xander and Spike."

"Oh, cupcake, it's wonderful to see you... Wait... You didn't come to sing again, did you?" Lorne asked, ignoring Spike's bark of laughter. "Honey, I don't think the populace enjoys that much of Mr. Manilow."

"Bleedin' hell." Spike gasped out through his chuckles. "First you raid the man's wardrobe and now you butcher his songs with your voice? What do you have against the poor human?"

"Oh, sweetie, Barry is no human, let me tell you." Lorne sighed dreamily for a moment, his eyes slightly vacant.

"Lorne." Angel said, impatiently. "We need you to read Spike."

"Really? So, creampuff, you want your fortune read?" Lorne asked. Xander growled at the demon's mild flirtation. Lorne tutted under his breath, but did not comment. "Pick a song and prepare to sing your little undead heart out."

"Sing?" Spike asked, his amused expression disappearing from his face. "No way, mate. I am not getting on stage to perform some disturbingly joyful pop song. You can kiss that idea goodbye."

"Oh, sugar, there is no way I'd want you to ruin that sexy bad boy look you have going for you with Justin Timberlake!" Lorne replied, grinning. "I do believe we have a few things right up your alley."

Grumbling to himself, Spike made his way over to look at the music list. Xander followed Angel and Doyle to a booth, keeping one eye on the pouting vampire at all times. Even in the dark light of the club, Xander could spot Spike's white-blonde head from across the room. He ignored the brooding vampire and his half-demon friend, passing over a drink, and continued to focus on Spike.

"What's going on with you, Xander?" Angel's voice finally broke through Xander's mind.

"What do you mean?" Xander asked calmly, though slightly annoyed by Angel's presence in general.

"You smell different." Angel stated.

"Smell me often, Deadboy?" Xander smirked. He could hear Angel sigh dramatically without looking over. Xander's smirk grew.

"It's a bit noticeable, Harris." Angel growled.

"Back off, Angel." Xander bared his teeth. "I was possessed by a Hyena, if you must know. She's been with me for four years and got loose once more. Giles and Willow had to cast a union spell on me. I'm part human soul, part hyena."

"And Spike?" Angel asked.

"Mate." Xander said with a low growl. "And you'll do well to remember that, Deadboy."

"You can't trust him." Angel told him.

"I can and I will." Xander replied. "He's mine."

"How does he feel about it?" Angel asked, raising an eyebrow. "Spike's never submitted gracefully."

"Leave it be." Xander said. "It doesn't concern you. You leave mine alone and I'll leave yours alone." Xander's eyes darted over to Doyle briefly, who was trying his hardest to pretend to not hear the conversation. Angel's eyes narrowed. "Deal?"

"Fine." Angel nodded tersely. "But don't go whining to the Slayer or me when Spike tries to kill you. You're not fully human now, so I suspect he'd have no problem hurting you."

"Oh, Spike might hurt me." Xander chuckled. "But I'll enjoy it to it's fullest."

Xander received a large amount of pleasure when Angel turned away, face tense. There was nothing better in life than torturing the tortured soul that was Angel. The dark vampire had a wonderful habit in bringing out all of Xander jealous and angry emotions. Before Xander could actually think on it, the spotlight on the stage lit up.

Spike sauntered onto the stage, looking for all the world the Big Bad. Xander, and possibly Angel, were the only ones able to see the slightly nervous look in his eyes. Spike scanned the crowd quickly, before his eyes landed on Xander and focused there. A guitar riff echoed through the club, the beginning sounds of alternative rock. A moment later, a throaty tenor voice swept through the speakers while blue eyes never left Xander.

Must be your skin I'm sinking in
Must be for real 'cause now I can feel
And I didn't mind it's not my kind
Not my time to wonder why
Everything's gone white
And everything's gray
Now you're here now you're away
I don't want this remember that
I'll never forget where you're at
Don't let the days go by
Glycerine, glycerine

I'm never alone
I'm alone all the time
Are you at one
Or do you lie
We live in a wheel
Where everyone steals
But when we rise it's like strawberry fields

If I treated you bad
You bruise my face
Couldn't love you more
You got a beautiful taste
Don't let the days go by
Could have been easier on you
I couldn't change though I wanted to
Should have been easier by three
Our old friend fear and you and me
Glycerine, glycerine
Don't let the days go by
Glycerine, glycerine

Bad mood whine again
Bad mood whine again
As she falls around me

I needed you more
When we wanted us less
I could not kiss just regress
It might just be
Clear simple and plain
That's just fine
That's just one of my names
Don't let the days go by
Could have been easier on you
Glycerine, glycerine

Xander stared, his mind mixed with thoughts of lust and a memory of Spike calling out in pleasure. He couldn't help himself. The soft voice singing cried sensual. Then Spike was by his side, sliding into the chair next to him and looking at him expectantly. Xander blinked and his throat went dry. At that moment in time, all he wanted was to throw Spike onto the table and ravish him in front of everyone. To mark him. To fill him. To fuck him.

"Well!" Lorne's voice exclaimed from behind them. He gingerly sat down across from Spike and Xander and took a deep breath. "It's something strange, that's for certain. First things first, you two are definitely mates. There isn't getting around that, but you need to complete your bond and soon."

"And?" Spike asked, storing the thought of bonding away to think about at a later time.

"I didn't get much." Lorne said honestly. "But what I did see was pretty straight forward. Your attacks are mystical in nature. The cause? Well, it's the hyena, darling."

"What do you mean?" Xander asked, panicking. He hated the idea that he was causing Spike this pain.

"Your hyena isn't just a spirit, sweet plum." Lorne explained. "Didn't you ever wonder why it stuck around while the others vamoosed?"

"I always figured it was because of different circumstances. I got possessed while defending someone, the others were attacking him." Xander replied.

"That might be a part of it, but it's not the main reason. The hyena was stronger, but in more ways than one." Lorne said. "Most animals have spirits, but not souls. That's what makes them different from humans. It's the same with demons, the vast majority don't have souls. The peaceful species tend to possess one, though, but that's not the point. Sometimes strange things happen. Maybe the hyena came into contact with a warlock before arriving at the zoo. The point is it could be anything, but what matters is that the hyena is not a normal spirit. It has a soul. It has power. And it seems to be using that power."

"How? I mean, she loves Spike." Xander said. "I love Spike. We love Spike. I can't press upon this enough."

"That's just it, it's not trying anything. It's subconscious." Lorne replied. "She's not trying to hurt Spike, she's wanting to fully bond with him. But that can't happen because of some factors."

"What?" Spike asked, confused.

"I don't know." Lorne said sadly. "That's all I got. There is something stopping you two from fully bonding and it's due to that separation that the hyena is fighting for you two to connect. The result's these attacks. I don't know much else. Still, you need to strengthen your bond. That's the only advice I can think of. Maybe if your bond is stronger than it is now, the hyena will be satisfied."

"Sounds like a bloody long shot to me, mate." Spike commented, crossing his arms.

"You could always sing another song..." Lorne trailed off at Spike's growl. "Look, dumpling, I have an idea. I know this guy! He's a spiritual doctor. Cutest little thing, too. Has these horns to die for-" Lorne cleared his throat when he received the highly impatient stares from those at the table. "Anyway, go see him. He'll help you, I can almost count on it."

"Right. Thanks." Spike said, not sounding at all thankful. He took the napkin that Lorne handed him, an address written in long elegant letters upon it. Spike turned to Xander. "Can we get out of here? I've had enough embarrassment for the night, love."

"Good idea." Xander stood, nodding once to Lorne, before looking over at Angel. "We need a place to stay the night. We'll go to this doc's place tomorrow."

"If you just think that I'm going to up and give you a pla-" Angel started.

"You can have the couch." Doyle interrupted, giving Angel a look. Angel frowned, but nodded.

"Looks like Irishboy has Peaches whipped." Spike muttered. Xander leered at Angel, causing the dark vampire to scowl.

The couch turned out to be the kind that folded down into a bed. It was obvious that it had never really been used, as the mattress inside was fresh and clean, without a single scent upon it. Spike made a point to say that most people would avoid staying over at the poof's place, claiming Doyle had to be as insane as the rest of the Irish world to want to bed the brooding vampire. Xander honestly didn't want to think about anyone bedding Angel, or why Doyle was able to sleep with Angel in the first place. Thoughts about Angel's curse came for a moment, but were quickly pushed to the side. It wasn't important, anyway, in Xander's mind.

It was nearly dawn when Xander and Spike slipped into bed, half a foot of space separating them. Xander wanted nothing more than to roll over and pull Spike close, but he could sense that Spike was thinking. His body was tense, his eyes glued to the ceiling. "Orgasm for your thoughts?"

"Would take more than that to get rid of them, mate." Spike replied, snorting slightly.

"Maybe you should talk it out?" Xander encouraged.

"Wouldn't want to keep Peaches up with our jabbering." Spike said, faking concern.

"Screw Peaches." Xander growled.

"'Rather not."

"Well, then, who would you rather screw?" Xander asked, smiling.

"We're getting off topic, here." Spike pointed out.

"So? I'm getting your mind off dark thoughts before you turn into a blonde version of Angel." Xander told him. "I don't want him as a mate, you know."

"Hmm... Mate." Spike murmured, his mind slowly returning to his thoughts.

"Ah, none of that." Xander reprimanded. "So, if not Peaches, who would you rather screw?"

"That again?" Spike asked. He rolled over, closer to Xander. He could feel the heat emitting from the live body.

"Yes."

"Oh, I don't know." Spike said, thoughtfully. He pretended not to see Xander's hardening gaze. "I've always wanted to get a hold of that Watcher of yours."

Just as Spike had predicted, Xander was on him in a second. He was pinned to the bed, the dark mortal straddling his hips and growling down at him. Spike could smell the arousal, anger, and dominance reeking off the boy and knew, without a doubt, that Angel and Doyle could smell him as far as the bedroom. The thought was exciting.

"Is this what you want, Spike?" Xander asked, his voice low as he leaned in closer. "You want to make me angry? Jealous? Possessive? You want to be mine, don't you? To bare my mark and to wear my name tattooed across your soul. Is that what you want? For me to be angry and prove my ownership? Do you not want my gentle touch? My caress? Do you prefer violence?"

"Vampire, mate." Spike gasped out, feeling Xander's hands tighten around his wrists. "We live for the violence."

"Do you?" Xander smirked, his eyes flashing a subtle green. "I don't think so."

"You don't know me that well." Spike replied. Despite his words, Xander's soft voice was enough to make his cock harden. Xander's nose twitched, a tell-tale sign that he was scenting the air. A small part of Spike wanted to be ashamed of his obvious arousal, of the pheromones rolling off him, but the tiny part was quickly beaten into submission as Xander's body stretched out on top of his own, lowering until they touched from chest to toe.

"Mmm, Spike, I do." Xander mumbled against his neck.

"Do?" Spike asked, having lost any memory of their conversation. His entire mind and body was focused on the warm figure above him. Work-rough hands trailing down his sides. Soft lips brushing his neck. A hard erection nudging his own.

"Know you. Want you." Xander whispered. "Love you."

"Why?" Spike asked, cringing at the sound his voice made, a strange cross between a whine and a beg. He ignored the sound, taking in a deep, un-needed breath when Xander bit down on his ear lobe. "Why do you love me?"

"You smell divine." Xander answered, breathing in deep. He rotated his hips gently, their cock rubbing against one another. Spike held back a groan. "You feel like heaven."

"More." Spike demanded. He didn't know whether he was wanting the words or the touch to increase. It suddenly amazed him, the fact that this dark headed man wanted him. Spike closed the thought from his brain. It was too emotional. He didn't want to be emotional.

"Your voice is like whiskey." Xander told him. "Your face? An archangel perhaps? Or maybe a fallen angel?"

Emotional went out the window, and in came devotion. Spike didn't know how to react to Xander's words. He had experienced this type of thing before, someone devoting such poetry to him. Minions had given their lives for him. Drusilla had sung to the stars about him. Angelus had carved his name into a victims back for him. Yet, nothing could compare to this. Never before had such words, such actions effected him so. Never before did he believe that being devoted to someone meant loving them, until now, just from hearing Xander's tone.

"I want your soul, Spike." Xander said in a soft voice, his lips trailing across his cheek to his lips. "I want your body and life. I want your love. I want you happy and content. I want so much, but you have to give it to me. You have to let me love you, Spike... William."

"Wanna own you right back." Spike replied, the words escaping his lips before he could stop them. "I want to taste you, Xander."

"Love me?" Their eyes locked at Xander's question. A long moment passed before Spike answered.

"Love you."

In the other room, Doyle turned in bed, curling up to Angel. He could hear shifting of sheets and moans from the other room. The slight scent of sex was seeping into the air, hinting with confusion and excitement. Opening his green eyes, Doyle looked up at Angel. The dark vampire had a scowl on his face, his eyes unblinking and staring at the ceiling. Doyle poked the vampire in the side, shocking him out of his thoughts. "Xander's right, you know."

"Excuse me?" Angel asked, raising a dark eyebrow.

"You brood too much." Doyle informed him, slipping his arms around Angel's body. In the other room a loud cry echoed, followed by a deep growl. "Hard to tell which one is the vampire and which is the human, eh?"

"This is insane." Angel informed him. "I don't want to believe what I'm hearing."

"Who says you have to?" Doyle asked. "Accepting and believing are two totally different things. A person can accept that God exists, but that doesn't mean they believe in his power. Same principle. You can accept that Xander isn't a normal human and that Spike is obviously falling in love with him, a thing that most vampires can not feel. Or you can forget acceptance and attempt in believing in their relationship. I say accept it. It's there. It's done. It's happening right now if that howl has anything to do with it."

"Mine!"

The loud claim echoed into the bedroom, Xander's voice bouncing off the walls. Angel sighed dramatically, smelling the joy that came with Spike's submission to Xander. The scent drifting through the cracks of the door was powerful and Angel made a small note not to enter the living room until it had time to air out.