Just A Party Thing (1 of 2)

Characters: Not mine, Joss' - I'm just playin' with 'em

(A/N: Several people wanted to find out what happened after the first part, so I wrote a bit more. This is a ficlette more than a story)

The loss of blood had taken more out of him than he'd thought. On his third glass of orange juice, Xander settled on the sofa and leaned his head against a pillow. His body was leaden and heavy. He knew, if he closed his eyes, he'd fall right to sleep. But he wanted to be awake when Spike got back. How long was he going to be gone, anyway?

If Xander's body was tired, his mind sure as heck wasn't. Sharing his blood with Spike had been a mind blowing experience, one that he kept re-playing in his head. He was sure there was nothing else like it. One minute he'd been himself, plain old Xander, and the next.... after Spike blooded him... he was a mixture of Spike and Xander ... bonded in the lusty web of a vampires kiss.

In those few minutes, he could not only feel his heart thumping in his chest, but through the eyes, ears and senses of his fave vamp, he could see his chest rising and falling as his heart strained to feed more blood to his draining jugular, hear the almost deafening heart beats forcing squirts of blood to rush through his system, feel the slick coppery fluid slide over Spike's tongue.

But sharpest of all was the taste of desire. A craving... a need so deep it both hurt and pleasured, burned and soothed,.screamed for more... so much... so much of it, that it spilled over into a physical need driven by raging hormones demanding satisfaction, demanding release. In tandem, all those desires were enough to drive anyone to the brink of sanity.

And yes, there had also been a certain thrill - the rush of dancing with the devil. That he would only admit to himself.

The sound of the door slamming startled Xander back to the here and now. Uh oh, Spike was wearing that austere expression he reserved for lectures and yelling time. Sadly, it usually also meant delayed sex. "Hey."

The casual greeting incensed Spike. "You had no bloody right," he ground out, pointing his finger towards Xander's chest.

"Who... right... what? Not sure what you're accusing me of," Xander stuttered slightly at the wild look in Spike's eyes.

"Don't you dare pretend you don't know what I'm talking about. You taunted me. You teased me with the talk of blood, and the ketchup... and the cut on your hand. You tempted me with the scent of your blood."

Xander winced at the raised voice, but nodded. He couldn't rightly deny it.

"You gave me a taste of your blood, when I was asleep... you violated me."

"Viol...whoa..." Raising his hand in surrender, Xander got up. "Spike, come on... I was only–"

"Don't!" Spike raised his own hand, but used it to keep Xander at a distance. "You don't .... not until you understand what you did. You woke him up... you woke it up. When I rose, when I opened my eyes, with your blood on my mouth, I was so close to..." Even the memory of that moment made his teeth ache to elongate, to re-enact what had happened.

Xander felt his throat close up at the sight of Spike so worried. He sat down and patted the sofa, "come... sit. We can talk about it, but Spike... I knew I was safe with you."

"You weren't playing with me, you bloody fool!" Spike leaned down and grabbed Xander by the shirt, bringing them face to face. "You were playing with him," he snarled, morphing into game phase.

Xander's heart pounded. But he wasn't truly afraid. He didn't care what Spike said. Spike would never hurt him. "Maybe... but he's inside you, and I trust you.

Spike let him go, and made a sound of disgust as his human face slipped into place. "You're being intentionally daft, are you?"

"It's called faith. You should try it some time."

Staring at the boy, Spike struggled to find an argument. "Buffy and Angel. You hate when they're close. Why's that?"

"Well, duh... Angelus."

"They know about Angelus and the curse. Why do you panic when you think of them dancing, just one dance? A kiss... surely it couldn't harm..."

"Because it can get out of hand. One kiss leads to another to... and then there isn't only kissing, there's groping, and groping leads to undressing, and then..."

"Why is what you did different, then? I might not have stopped." Spike raised his chin, and leveled a piercing stare at the boy.

Xander' heart gave a leap. He took a breath. "But you didn't. Okay, okay, even if you had... worst case scenario–"

"You'd be dead."

"You'd bring me back. Two vampires, prowling..."

"We'd live it up, travel the globe, snog and shag in every corner of it..."

"Yeah, hundreds of years..."

"Only in your dreams."

"What..." Xander cocked his head. "You said it was forever... Oh I get it, you meant human years, of course, what was I thinking!" Now that cut him where it hurt.

"Don't be a git ..." Spike looked up as if seeking divine intervention. "We're forgetting the details here, aren't we? You'd be evil. You'd walk away from me as quickly as Angelus would and Drucilla. That's how together we'd be... under your best fucking scenario. Worst case... I'd have sucked you dry, unable to think or stop, and maybe... that would be the end of both of us." He wasn't going to vocalize his thoughts any more than that.

"Spike..." Xander got up and hugged Spike's stiff frame. "I'm not dead, I'm not evil... still here." He kissed the vampire on the corner of the guy's reluctant mouth. Yup, just like he'd thought. No cooperation. It would take more than a kiss to put the vampire back into the right mind set. "Can I ask you a question?"

"Could I stop you?" Spike's hand sliced through the air in a gesture. "Go on." He pulled away from Xander but listened.

"Why do you say you'd go out of control, when... you know all those houses where people pay the vamps–"

"You will never turn into one of them," Spike's voice was rough and brooked no argument. "Never."

"I know... I don't want to, trust me, the black rings under the eyes... not a good look. I mean... why can they stop. The Johns keep going back for more... how does that work."

"First of all, they're well fed... they are on a constant supply of blood. They're not ambushed after a long day of sleep and an empty stomach."

Xander gave a sheepish nod, not missing the accusation underlying Spike's words.

"And second, they're random people. You and I, we have other connections, yeah? A vampire has many cravings, they're just sharper where..." he cocked his head slightly, "you're concerned."

"Same principle as I let you shag me to your hearts content, and you don't have to have anyone else."

"Yeah." Spike didn't like the sudden lightness that entered Xander's tone. What was the boy thinking?

"My birthday's coming up in a few months."

"And..." Spike watched him carefully.

"And... maybe we can make sure you're nicely fed, and then we can try it again... no danger... no... Spike? Spike!"

Turning on his heels, the vampire strode to the door. "I'm going on patrol. You have some serious thinking to do."

"So no party nibbling then?"

The slamming door was Xander's answer.

*

A couple of hours later, his phone rang. "Yo.. Spike?"

"Nope. Just Dawn. Watcha doing?"

"Moping. You?"

"Same. Buffy found my cigarettes. I'm grounded." He could hear Dawn take a deep breath. "She can't still do that to me, can she? I mean I'm too old for that."

"Slayer... think she can pretty much do anything she wants." He made a face. "Spike yelled at me. I think I'm too old for that too."

"Vampire. He can pretty much do anything he wants," she pointed out.

Xander chuckled. "Yeah. Spike didn't get your ‘just a party thing' theory."

"Neither did Buffy. Cigarettes only for social occasions didn't go over so well. So, where's Spike? Staring at the t.v.?"

"Nope, out killing things."

"Uh oh... so's Buffy. That means they'll meet up..."

"And talk about it..."

"And just..."

"Yeah... get worked up over it more," Xander bit his lip. "I'm thinking safety in numbers. I'll grab a pizza and be right over."

"Good idea. Hurry," she giggled and put the phone down.


***The End***


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