White Knight, Black Knight

White Knight, Black Knight Chapter Eight


Sodding hell, how did he get himself in these kinds of a mess? As always, he was making a bloody fool out of himself for a pair of dark eyes and dark hair. Grumbling to himself, wishing he had a drink or ten, he stepped up to the mike.

“You say it’s your birthday
It’s my birthday too--yeah
They say it’s your birthday
We’re gonna have a good time
I’m glad it’s your birthday
Happy birthday to you.

Yes we’re going to a party party
Yes we’re going to a party party
Yes we’re going to a party party.

I would like you to dance--birthday
Take a cha-cha-cha-chance-birthday
I would like you to dance--birthday
Dance

You say it’s your birthday
Well it’s my birthday too--yeah
You say it’s your birthday
We’re gonna have a good time
I’m glad it’s your birthday
Happy birthday to you.”


By the end everyone was singing along with the chorus, yelling and stomping feet. It was early; a few drinks had been had, along with Buffalo wings, cheese sticks and other finger foods the bar had to offer. Even though he was grumbling he admitted to himself that this was kinda nice. It had been a while since he had really felt comfortable in Willy’s rat hole, and The Bronze sometime had too many bloody human children running around with their dates and crap pop music. Whoever helped Britney Bloody Spears reach the top deserved to be beaten to death with his appendages. After being whipped bloody.

Dark Havens was different. It was mostly a demon bar, but humans were welcome, Xander’s friend’s fiancé Kyri and her girlfriend Usagi being the only others in attendance tonight besides Xander. But there wasn’t the hostility from the demons and other beings in the bar. They knew Xander helped the slayer and that he had too, but they didn’t seem to care.

It was nice; being in a place he was accepted. Not that he’d ever let on.

He flopped down in his chair next to Xander’s. “Happy now?”

The boy just smiled at him, lashes lowered as he laughed. “Yep, sure am! That was good Spike, although I still don’t get why you wouldn’t do Billy Idol.”


“Fucking imposter, stealing my look. Beside, the Beatles are classic.”

Xander just snorted into his beer glass. Tabia, the quick-witted head bartender at Dark Havens refused to sell any “frou-frou” drinks as she put it. Beer, whiskey, Jack, sour mash, blood and other demonic drinks were served, but nothing with more than two ingredients or umbrellas. She’s snarl when asked, her fangs showing. Spike was glad it wasn’t him; he did not need some jackal demon planning his demise over a Slippery Nipple or Shirley Temple.

“Come on Xander, ante up, it’s your turn.”

“I don’t seem to remember it like that Spike.”

“Bastard. I said I’d sing if you would.”

“Umm, don’t remember agreeing to it, so nope, not gonna.”

“Harris get your arse up there and sing before I sic Kyri on you! You promised!”

God he sounded like such a child. Still he watched as Xander got up for his turn, his mates from work egging him on as much as Spike was. Hadn’t it been a bit of a shock when he saw the witch that had gotten his chip out at Xander’s party. She hadn’t said anything, not yet, but he didn’t like how her and her girlfriend were looking at him and Xander. Whispering behind their hands and then, when caught, smiled identical smiles at him. The type of smile he’d seen from other predators. It made him nervous.

He hid his nervousness by taking a drink of Jack, slamming the glass down on the table and watching as Xander got up to the karaoke machine.

“Umm, thanks everyone for the great party. It’s been one of the best I’ve ever had! So I’m gonna sing, please don’t run away screaming. This is from Bon Jovi, one of my favorites.”

“I used to be the kind of guy
Who’d never let you look inside
I’d smile when I was crying
I had nothing but a life to loose
Thought I had a lot to proof
In my life, there’s no denying

Goodbye to all my yesterdays
Goodbye, so long, I’m on my way

I’ve had enough of cryin’
Bleedin’, sweatin’, dyin’
Hear me when I say
Gonna live my life everyday
I’m gonna touch the sky
And I spread e wie wings and fly
I ain’t here to play
I’m gonna live my life everyday

Strange, everybody’s feeling strange
Never gonna be the same
Makes you wonder how the world keeps turning
Life, learning how to live my life
Learning how to pick my fights
Take my shots while I’m still burning

Goodbye to all those rainy nights
Goodbye, so long, I’m moving on

I’ve had enough of cryin’
Bleedin’, sweatin’, dyin’
Hear me when I say
Gonna live my life everyday
I’m gonna touch the sky
And I spread these wings and fly
I ain’t here to play
I’m gonna live my life everyday

There ain’t nothing gonna get in my way
Everyday

Goodbye, so long, I’m moving on

I’ve had enough of cryin’
Bleedin’, sweatin’, dyin’
Hear me when I say
Gonna live my life everyday
I’m gonna touch the sky
And I spread these wings and fly
I ain’t here to play
I’m gonna live my life everyday

I, oh I, oh I, I’m gonna live my life everyday
I (gonna touch the sky), oh I (sd thd these wings and fly), oh I
I’m gonna live my life everyday”


The boy actually sang quite well, but you could tell he didn’t think so, the blush on his cheeks making him look shaggable. Gods he needed another drink, he did not think that about Xander! Still the song reminded him of their conversation on the way to the bar, how Xander wasn’t mad at his so-called friends for forgetting his birthday.

“I’m not gonna rub their noses in or anything like that Spike. I want to be a grown up for once. If they remember, great, if not, well it’s not like I’m miserable exactly either. I need to start taking control of my life and stop waiting for people to notice me.”

***

A few more rounds and a few more gits from Xander’s work getting up to sing and the party was really going. Couples were making out, Kyri was in Bobby’s lap and he was in his natural form, his cat tail swinging around indicating just how happy he was. The pheromones had to be getting to him. How else could Spike even think more than once that Xander was fuckable and wishing he could kiss him.

Just then someone came in through the door to the private room that had been set up especially for the party. Clem. Spike had mentioned the party to the other demon, Xander had even invited him, but he didn’t think Clem would have shown up.

“Hey Spike, Xander, people I don’t really know.”

“Hey Clem! Glad you could make it, pull up a chair!” Xander’s smile had gotten wider with each round bought for him, and Spike had stopped his drinking so he could drive the boy home.

“Sorry Xander, I can’t stay, I just wanted to give you a birthday present. So here. This one was just too cute to bet, even for me.” With that Clem reached into the pocked of his coat, pulling out a small Siamese kitten, with cream coloring, blue eyes and a gray mask and ears.

Spike snorted. Shameful waste of good betting kitten, Clem could have gotten a lot for the little thing, being a pure breed and all.

“Oh how cute!” Xander immediately picked up his present and started cuddling it. “I always wanted a pet as a kid and well…with my parents it wasn’t a good idea. Thanks Clem, really. Stay for some chips at least.”

While everyone awed and cooed over the little ball of fluff, Spike got up and sauntered over to the bar. “You got what I brought last night stashed behind there girlie?”

Tabia looked annoyed at the pet name, but brought out the long bundle of red fabric. Not one for wrapping was Spike.

“If you stole this and the owner comes looking for it so help me you’ll be wishing to be dusted!”

“Pecker up luv, of course I stole it, well the old owner found himself skewered on the end of it and decided he didn’t like it anymore. Soddin Xathe demons don’t know how to haggle properly and tried to cheat me.”

He really had been prepared to purchase the gift, figuring the boy would appreciate him for it, but the demon he was trying to buy it off of decided he could get a lot of money selling Spike’s coat with his skin still in it. Spike had been force to persuade him otherwise quite forcibly.

He walkedk thk the table and laid the bundle in front of Xander, picking the cat up out of his arms so the boy could unwrap it. The little fur ball was kind of cute, even though it was small.

Xander looked up at Spike and grinned. “Thanks Spike!”

“Don’t even know what it is and you’re thanking me? That’s rich.”

The boy unwrapped the cloth, revealing a sword over a yard long. Spike had gone for a good quality sword, this was made of Damascus steel and had a double edge with a pattern etched into the blade in the blood groove. It even had a sheath and Spike had found a belt that it fit, adding it to the package. A proper fighting sword.

Xander seemed to recognize quality workmanship at least, running his hand reverently over the sheath and handle, but not touching the blade. Spike was treated to the sight of Xander Harris, babbler extreme, shocked silent.

“Spike its… wow, Spike! Thank you really.” Xander looked up at Spike through his long lashes and once again Spike noticed how good the boy looked when happy.

“Welcome, I’ll even teach you how to use the thing if you like.”

“Umm, yeah, I’d like.”

One of Xander’s mates from work reached over and gave the boy a package.

“Here, this is from all of us at the site.”

Xander flashed a grin at everyone as he ripped the packaging off the papers. Despite his earlier claim of not being able to stay, Clem was leaning forward just like everyone else, trying to get a look at what was in the box.

He pulled out what looked to be a necklace but Spike recognized it as a powerful charm. It was made out of what looked to be balsam wood, the back was painted black with red writing and the front had a picture of a woman with four arms holding weapons, black skin and a red tongue sticking out. Skulls hung round her neck. Xander looked just as lost as Spike was as to what it meant.

“It’s a protection charm, blessed by the Goddess Kali. Bobby had me make it for you” This from Kyri. Spike knew the woman had powerful magick, after all she had gotten rid of the chip, but this charm held a lot of power, more than he had felt from anyone except Red when she went up against Glory.

“Umm, thanks, but isn’t Kali the one who tired to kill Indiana Jones in the second movie?”

Kyri just rolled her eyes. “Goddess will people ever get over that movie? Like Hollywood gets any of their information right. Please! Kali is the Goddess of death in the Hindu culture, but also presides over time, freedom, motherhood, and is a powerful protection Goddess. She was born full grown, specifically created by the Goddess Durga to fight an army of demons. So She should help you with some of your…extra curricular activities around town.”

“Gee, thanks guys, really.”

Spike was treated to the sight of the boy hugging or thanking everyone at the table from his work, a sappy sight if ever there was one. The kitten in his arms howled softly, mad that it’s new person wasn’t paying attention to him anymore.

“You and me too Pet, you and me too.”

*****

Xander felt a cool mouth engulf his erection, tongue swirling around his head teasing him to the point of madness. He couldn’t stop himself; he thrust forward, trying to get more suction, more pressure on his cock. He was panting, his heart pounding and he was sure his partner could hear it, hear his blood as it ran through his veins.

The mouth left his cock, moving on to his balls and licking on each one. Moved more to the side and licked at his thigh. Fangs suddenly pierced his skin and Xander came shouting his lover’s name.

He sat up in bed, breathing hard. As he tried to catch this breath, Xander thought about the dream. It was one of the best wet dreams he’d ever had in his life, the bite at the end being so sexy but deadll atl at once. His belly and sheets were soaked with the evidence.

Problem was, he had dreamed about Spike, his friend. The same friend that had driven him home, who had stopped and gone into Wal-mart with him to get supplies for his cat.

The same friend that had supernatural hearing and sense of smell and was sleeping on the couch in the next room. The main problem being that more and more said friend was causing these reactions in the human, especially after finding out the blonde could once again bite.

After cleaning up with an old tee shirt, Xander laid back down, covering his face with his pillow. Maybe if he was lucky Spike hadn’t heard anything, wouldn’t smell anything.

Maybe if he was lucky the Hellmouth would open before he died of embarrassment.

***

Extra notes:
1. Wanna see a pic of Xander's sword? It's the last one on the page here: http://www.swordsdirect.com/knight_swords.html

2. Info on Kali taken from The Goddess Path by Patricia Monaghan

3. Usagi is Japanese for bunny or rabbit! ::waves at Kristin::

4. Tabia is Swahili for talented. ::waves atTabaqui::