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First Date: Spike Style
TITLE: First Date: Spike Style
AUTHOR: Cath
PART: 1/2
EMAIL: ladyaeirn@yahoo.com
FANDOM: BTVS/Angel
PAIRING: Spike/Xander
CATEGORY: AU, Romance, Humor
RANDOM PHRASE: 104) Include this line "Personally, I think alligators have the right idea. They eat their young."
CHALLENGE: 101) Date night: one of the boys takes the other on a date.
WARNINGS: M/M
RATING: NC-17
DISCLAIMER: Not mine, never will be but I can dream...and borrow them occaisionally. They belong to Josh.
SUMMARY: Xander wants to go on a ‘real’ date and Spike, being an approximately 150 year old Victorian vampire, doesn’t really know jack about dating and decides to give Xan a history lesson.
AUTHOR NOTES: Just an excuse for smutty goings on. And the chip doesn’t work during sex because no intent to harm and because I said so. Don’t even ask where it falls in canon, I don’t have a clue, but it has to be some time in Season Four or Five because, hello…the chip and Tara. Oh and no Dawn or Anya, I just didn’t feel like dealing with them.
THANKS: To Jessie for an amazing and fast beta job.
This was supposed to be for the AAAfest but RL kept me from finishing it on time.
“Xaaannndeerr.”
“mmgrphlm”
“Xannnder. Wakey, wakey, pet.”
“grrwwlph g’ way”
A creeping hand eases up a bare leg; gently touching the warm skin as it works its way into the loose boxer leg.
“C’mon. Xan-pet, horny vamp here.”
“Sleep, Spike. Lea’e me ‘lone. Sleep, more sleep, go kill some’ing.”
The hand finally reaches its goal and begins to massage the soft, lightly haired sack and the heavy spheres it houses.
“GAH, okay, awake now. You are an evil, evil vampire. Oooo, right there, just like that.” Spike was lightly rubbing one cool finger over his anus. “Spike, you have too many clothes on, want you naked, now.”
“Impatient, pet?”
“Ummm, no, but if your not naked and in me in the next 30 seconds, I’m going back to sleep and you’re going to stay horny.”
“Getting all masterful are we, Xan-pet?” Spike pulled the boxers down Xander’s legs, grabbed his ankles pulling him until he was lying stretched out on his stomach. He licked a path straight down Xander’s spine, worming his tongue into the valley between the tight globes of Xan’s ass. He pushed just the tip of his tongue into the grasping little hole and wiggled it around lightly. Xander moaned and pushed his ass towards Spike’s tongue. “Like that did you, Pet?”
“Mmmm, more.” Spike licked the little opening one time then continued down, nibbling gently at the soft skin behind Xan’s balls, then licked back up the crack of his ass. He was licking and kissing the muscular globes when he got a wicked gleam in his eyes. He licked at the crease where leg met ass, running his tongue back and forth along it, going from side to side then started to nibble just hard enough to leave a sting behind but not hard enough to set the chip off. “SHIT, SPIKE..wha..oh God..that’s..ohhh, do that again.” Spike reached under the pillow and grabbed the lube, popped the cap off and poured some of the gel in the small of Xander’s back. He dipped one finger in and began to work it into the tiny, warm hole that he loved to bury himself in. He rubbed the tip of his finger gently over that little spot that would make his Xan crazy.
“Spiiiike, you’re not naked yet. Why?” Xander moaned loudly, as Spike added another slick finger and started working them in and out of Xander’s ass. As he worked his fingers in and out, he was using his thumb to gently massage the sensitive skin between the boy’s balls and the slick little hole. Spike couldn’t wait any longer; he pulled his fingers out of the writhing, warm body, stood up and pulled off his clothes. “Spike,t yot you now. Want your dick buried in my ass. Fuck me!”
Spike crawled back up the bed and knelt between Xander’s legs. He grabbed his hips and pulled the boy up on his knees. Qui sli slicking up his hard cock, he began to slowly ease it past the tight ring of muscle that guarded the warm, buttery interior of his mate’s ass. Spike groaned loudly as Xander tightened up around the invading cock. “God, that’s it Xan, do that again. Tighten that ass around me.” Xander flexed his ass again and Spike lost control, he began to pound into the slick sheath. Xander lowered his head and shoulders onto the bed and bracing himself, spreading his arms wide. The submissive posture added fuel to the flame that was already burning inside Spike. He reached around and began to fist Xander’s weeping erection as he rammed his hard cock into Xan’s ass.
“SPIIIKE!!” Xander screamed as his hot cum shot over Spike’s fist and onto the bed. His ass muscles clamped down on Spike’s cock holding on to it as hard as Spike’s fist was holding his cock. Spike threw back his head and howled as he vamped out and bit down through the marks already on Xander’s throat. The second the hot, sweet blood flowed into his mouth, he came, filling his mate’s ass with his cool cum. Xander screamed again and collapsed as he lost consciousness. Spike collapsed on top of his Xan-pet and basked in the heat that was pouring off his boy. Very reluctantly Spike eased away from Xander. He got up out of the bed and went into the bathroom to clean up. Spike brought a warm, wet towel back with him and used it to clean up his comatose lover. When he was finished, he tossed the towel on the floor and curled up against Xander and fell asleep.
Morning came all too soon for Xander. He groaned as he turned over and started fighting a certain bleached, octopus-armed vamp, who would not turn him loose.
“Spike, let me up.”
“Sleepin’, pet. Hush.” Spike just tightened his hold.
“SPIKE, you have to let me up, NOW.”
“Shhh, pet. Tryin’ to sleep here.”
“SPIKE, I GOTTA PEE!” Xander yelled right in the sleeping vampire’s ear. That got a reaction. Spike let go of Xander and pushed him off the side of the bed. Xander giggled as he got up from the floor and took off for the bathroom. Big, bad vamps got a little squicked when it came to mortal bodily functions.
Xander took care of business, washed up and got started fixing breakfast. He had woken up really hungry thanks to Mister Horny Vamp. There must have been a good fight last night before Spike came home. The bigger the fight, the hornier the vampire. He looked up from the stove at the sound of the aforemonedoned vampire stumbling into the kitchen wearing just a pair of Xander’s too large boxers. Only knowing what Spike’s reaction would be keep him from going “Awwww, he’s so cute” but he was thinking it anyway
“Mornin’ whelp. What’s for brekkie?” Spike leaned against the wall, rubbing his eyes, more asleep than awake. His hair was pointing in every direction possible.
“Waffles and sausage. Your blood is in the microwave waiting for you to nuke it. Stuff’s almost ready.” Xander took up the last of the waffles while Spike heated his blood. Spike took his warmed blood, sat down and began to eat the breakfast Xander had prepared for him.
“Spike…you know…well…”
“Spit it out pet.”
“You know my birthday’s in two weeks, right?” Xander asked as he sat down and started to eat his own breakfast.
“Yeah, know that. Why do you ask, luv?”
“Well, I kinda…well…I…Iwantyoutotakemeoutonadatearealdatejustyouandme.”
“A DATE?? You want me to take you out on a soddin’ date? Xander, you do remember that I’m a vampire, right? Vampires don’t date pet. We shag, fight, maim and torture. We. Do. Not. Date…ever.”
“All I want is one night, Spike. One night of going out like normal people.”
“I just took you out two nights ago, Xander and I am not ‘normal’ people.”
“Beer and pool at the Bronze is not a date and don’t you even think of mentioning going to Willie’s last week.”
“Why not? I took you there, didn’t I? I bought you beer and them buffalo wing things, wish they still did the bloomin’ onion though. What was that if it wasn’t a date?”
“I would call it shaking down Willie for information to give Buffy. I want to go on a date…with you.”
“Xander, do you remember reading watcher’s books about me and Angelus? Do you remember when I was born?”
“Yeah, 1850 something, wasn’t it?”
“That’s right pet, 1853. That would make me a Victorian. Do you know anything about being a Victorian, Xander?”
“Uhhh, nope. History class was usually naptime for me. It was first thing in the morning after a night of patrolling.”
“Pet, Victorian young people did not date. We went on outings and to parties with people of our own class, always chaperoned and always as a group. You did not go out together until you were properly engaged and even then the young lady was usually chaperoned by a female relative.”
“I always wondered about that, Spike. Just what social class were you in anyway? Sometimes you talk more like Giles or those people on Masterpiece Theater.”
“I DO NOT TALK LIKE THAT PONCE ON THE TELLY!”
“YES, YOU DO AND I WANT TO GO ON A FRICKIN’ DATE FOR MY BIRTHDAY!!”
“’m going back to bed. It’s to soddin’ early for this. Maybe when I get up you’ll have come to your senses.” Spike wandered back to the bedroom mumbling quietly. “Date, who the fuck does he think I am anyway, the poof? Yeah, now he’d probably go on a date.”
“WELL THEN MAYBE I SHOULD CALL DEADBOY!!! MAYBE HE WOULDN’T BE EMBARRESSED TO TAKE ME…” Before Xander could say another word Spike had flown back into the kitchen and had him up against the wall.
“YOU. WILL. NOT. CALL. MY. SIRE! You better not even think about getting close to Peaches. YOU ARE MY MATE!! Peaches touches you and I swear I’ll stake him.”
“Spike, calm down. I didn’t mean it, I was just mad. I don’t even like Deadboy and he sure doesn’t like me.” Xander kissed the furious vampire and laid his forehead against Spike’s. “I’m a one vamp kinda guy and my vamp is so not Sir Brood-a-lot. Go on back and get some more sleep. I’m gonna clean up then head to work. I’ll be home by five. We’ll eat and head to the Magic Box and maybe there’ll be some nasties you can tear apart tonight.”
“Yeah, pet. Bring some Chinese with you and don’t forget…”
“I know, don’t forget the little dumpling things you like. You tell me that every time.”
“Yeah and half the time what do you forget?” Spike smirked back at the brunette. Xander walked back over to the vampire and kissed him soundly.
“Your dumplings. Love you, my Spike.”
“Gawd, you’re turning me into a right poof. Love you too, Xan. Now go to work so I can get some sleep.”
The girls were already at the Magic Box waiting for Xander to get there. For Xander’s sake they had become more accepting of Spike being one of them. In truth they had fun teasing the vampire about being a Scooby. Spike may sulk and bitch when they did it, but in truth he enjoyed the teasing and companionship he had found. Spike was not a vampire that took to being alone. He was most definitely not the ‘lone wolf’ type. He craved contact with others and the teenagers provided the clan he had lost with the advent of Angel’s soul. They were surprised at the depth of caring Spike showed towards their friend, he really loved Xander. At least that is what they thought before they come in the door tonight.
“I don’t fuckin’ care, I am NOT doing it!!” Spike yelled.
“It’s not like I’m asking for the moon or you to take me on a freaking sunny picnic. Just one damn night, that’s all.”
“Hey guys, something hellmouthy going on? You two haven’t argued like this for a long time. I mean not since, you know. Since Spike moved in and you two…well…since you became a well, a pair…” Willow decided maybe she should just shut up when Xander turned and glared at her.
“Nothing hellmouthy, just a selfish vampire who doesn’t care about me.”
“Xan, you know that’s not true, just not going to go on a flippin’ date. WATCHER!!! Would you please tell him that vampires, especially Victorian vampires DO NOT GO ON DATES!!” Spike looked over at Giles hoping for some understanding.
“Gentlemen, I have no intention of getting in the middle of this. So either quit your infernal yelling or go home. Xander, Victorians did not date as such. Spike, Xander is not a Victorian, he is a child of the 20th century.”
“All I want is one simple date, on my birthday.” Xander used his big brown eyes and quivering lip to melt the females in the room. Willow walked over and hugged him while Tara patted his back.
“Spike would it hurt you to take him out one time? And I can’t believe I just asked him that.” Buffy rolled her eyes and went back to pretending to research.
“Yes, it would and I ain’t doin’ it.” Spiked watched with pride as his pet worked the women in the room. As he watched them fawn over him, his eyes lit with glee. He suddenly knew just what he was going to do about this. “I’m going to prowl around and see if anything’s going on tonight. I’ll see you at home pet. Slayer…”
“He’ll get home alive, I promise. Call if anything demony pops up.”
“Spike?”
Spike gave Xander a quick kiss and headed out the door. “Later, Xan.” He started to laugh once the door was shut. Oh yes, this was going to be fun. Now if he could just get the poof to agree.
“Angel Investigations, we help the help…no that’s not right. Hope, that’s it. We help the hopeless. Can I hope you? Well, shoot, that wasn’t right either. Who do you want to talk to?”
“Who the bloody hell are you and where’s the cheerleader?” Spike snarled into the phone.
“I…I’m…I mean…Fred, I’m Fred and Cordelia isn’t here right now.”
“Well, I’m Fred, will you please tell Angel that William is on the phone and needs to talk to the great poof.”
“Okay, just hang on a minute. Angel…Angel? There’s a man named William on the phone and wants to talk to somebody called the great poof. Is that like a code or something or is he just kinda crazy?” Angel rolled his eyes in annoyance and walked over to get the phone.
“No Fred, it isn’t code and no he isn’t ‘kinda’ of crazy. He is totally, completely and certifiably insane.” Angel took the phone from her. “What in the hell do you want, Spike? I don’t have time for your games.”
“Well hello and greetings to you too, Sire.”
“Okay Spike, you called me Sire, what do you want?”
“Need a little help, peaches. Nothing hellmouthy or bad, need help with something for the boy.”
“What boy?”
“Well…it’s like this…oh hell, peaches, I took a mate. I want to do somethin’ special and I need your help. How would you like to spend a few days in Sunnyhell?”
“About as much as I would enjoy you going at me with pokers again, Spike. And I don’t remember being asked for permission for you to take a mate, childe.”
“That’s part of what I want to take care of; that and curing this ‘date’ thing. He wants me to take him on a soddin’ date for his birthday. I want to show him what dates mean to me. I found a house we can use for a few days, real nice place. Can you and any of yours that want to come help?” Spike really hated asking his Sire for anything but this was going to be too much fun to miss.
“Spike, Drusilla is here. She’s been here for a couple of weeks now. She’s not causing any trouble; in fact she’s being remarkably well behaved. I’ll have to bring her too.”
“As long as she knows she can’t touch my boy, I don’t have a problem. Now what I want to do is…” Angel was listening intently and taking down notes as his childe explained what he wanted to do. He suddenly started to laugh; this may be just the release his crew needed right now. There was nothing important going on and Sunnydale was only two hours away. He could leave Gunn and his crew here to cover things and he could rush back if he had to. Cordelia was going to love this.
“Spike, you forgot to tell me, who is this boy we’re doing this for? I would like to at least know the name of your mate if I am to accept him into the family.”
“xanrarriss” Spiked mumbled.
“What was that? I couldn’t understand you.”
“Oh flippin hell, Xander…Xander Harris. I mated with the whelp. Shut up your fuckin’ cacklin’ peaches. I’ll talk to you later.” Spike hung up on his Sire’s demented laughter.
Angel just stared at the phone, laughing. Xander Harris…Spike was, for all intents and purposes, married to Xander Harris. Angel’s laughter ended when it suddenly came to him that Xander Harris was his son-in-law. Angel looked heavenward and thought, ‘this is punishment, isn’t it? You didn’t think I was being punished enough so you made me Xander Harris’ father-in-law.’ This was going to be one interesting little trip.
Angel looked over a Fred and smiled. “Call Cordy and Wes and tell them to come over. We have some plans to make, then we’re all going to Sunnydale for a few days.”
“S…Suuu…Sunnydale??? The Hellmouth??” Fred squeaked.
AUTHOR: Cath
PART: 1/2
EMAIL: ladyaeirn@yahoo.com
FANDOM: BTVS/Angel
PAIRING: Spike/Xander
CATEGORY: AU, Romance, Humor
RANDOM PHRASE: 104) Include this line "Personally, I think alligators have the right idea. They eat their young."
CHALLENGE: 101) Date night: one of the boys takes the other on a date.
WARNINGS: M/M
RATING: NC-17
DISCLAIMER: Not mine, never will be but I can dream...and borrow them occaisionally. They belong to Josh.
SUMMARY: Xander wants to go on a ‘real’ date and Spike, being an approximately 150 year old Victorian vampire, doesn’t really know jack about dating and decides to give Xan a history lesson.
AUTHOR NOTES: Just an excuse for smutty goings on. And the chip doesn’t work during sex because no intent to harm and because I said so. Don’t even ask where it falls in canon, I don’t have a clue, but it has to be some time in Season Four or Five because, hello…the chip and Tara. Oh and no Dawn or Anya, I just didn’t feel like dealing with them.
THANKS: To Jessie for an amazing and fast beta job.
This was supposed to be for the AAAfest but RL kept me from finishing it on time.
“Xaaannndeerr.”
“mmgrphlm”
“Xannnder. Wakey, wakey, pet.”
“grrwwlph g’ way”
A creeping hand eases up a bare leg; gently touching the warm skin as it works its way into the loose boxer leg.
“C’mon. Xan-pet, horny vamp here.”
“Sleep, Spike. Lea’e me ‘lone. Sleep, more sleep, go kill some’ing.”
The hand finally reaches its goal and begins to massage the soft, lightly haired sack and the heavy spheres it houses.
“GAH, okay, awake now. You are an evil, evil vampire. Oooo, right there, just like that.” Spike was lightly rubbing one cool finger over his anus. “Spike, you have too many clothes on, want you naked, now.”
“Impatient, pet?”
“Ummm, no, but if your not naked and in me in the next 30 seconds, I’m going back to sleep and you’re going to stay horny.”
“Getting all masterful are we, Xan-pet?” Spike pulled the boxers down Xander’s legs, grabbed his ankles pulling him until he was lying stretched out on his stomach. He licked a path straight down Xander’s spine, worming his tongue into the valley between the tight globes of Xan’s ass. He pushed just the tip of his tongue into the grasping little hole and wiggled it around lightly. Xander moaned and pushed his ass towards Spike’s tongue. “Like that did you, Pet?”
“Mmmm, more.” Spike licked the little opening one time then continued down, nibbling gently at the soft skin behind Xan’s balls, then licked back up the crack of his ass. He was licking and kissing the muscular globes when he got a wicked gleam in his eyes. He licked at the crease where leg met ass, running his tongue back and forth along it, going from side to side then started to nibble just hard enough to leave a sting behind but not hard enough to set the chip off. “SHIT, SPIKE..wha..oh God..that’s..ohhh, do that again.” Spike reached under the pillow and grabbed the lube, popped the cap off and poured some of the gel in the small of Xander’s back. He dipped one finger in and began to work it into the tiny, warm hole that he loved to bury himself in. He rubbed the tip of his finger gently over that little spot that would make his Xan crazy.
“Spiiiike, you’re not naked yet. Why?” Xander moaned loudly, as Spike added another slick finger and started working them in and out of Xander’s ass. As he worked his fingers in and out, he was using his thumb to gently massage the sensitive skin between the boy’s balls and the slick little hole. Spike couldn’t wait any longer; he pulled his fingers out of the writhing, warm body, stood up and pulled off his clothes. “Spike,t yot you now. Want your dick buried in my ass. Fuck me!”
Spike crawled back up the bed and knelt between Xander’s legs. He grabbed his hips and pulled the boy up on his knees. Qui sli slicking up his hard cock, he began to slowly ease it past the tight ring of muscle that guarded the warm, buttery interior of his mate’s ass. Spike groaned loudly as Xander tightened up around the invading cock. “God, that’s it Xan, do that again. Tighten that ass around me.” Xander flexed his ass again and Spike lost control, he began to pound into the slick sheath. Xander lowered his head and shoulders onto the bed and bracing himself, spreading his arms wide. The submissive posture added fuel to the flame that was already burning inside Spike. He reached around and began to fist Xander’s weeping erection as he rammed his hard cock into Xan’s ass.
“SPIIIKE!!” Xander screamed as his hot cum shot over Spike’s fist and onto the bed. His ass muscles clamped down on Spike’s cock holding on to it as hard as Spike’s fist was holding his cock. Spike threw back his head and howled as he vamped out and bit down through the marks already on Xander’s throat. The second the hot, sweet blood flowed into his mouth, he came, filling his mate’s ass with his cool cum. Xander screamed again and collapsed as he lost consciousness. Spike collapsed on top of his Xan-pet and basked in the heat that was pouring off his boy. Very reluctantly Spike eased away from Xander. He got up out of the bed and went into the bathroom to clean up. Spike brought a warm, wet towel back with him and used it to clean up his comatose lover. When he was finished, he tossed the towel on the floor and curled up against Xander and fell asleep.
Morning came all too soon for Xander. He groaned as he turned over and started fighting a certain bleached, octopus-armed vamp, who would not turn him loose.
“Spike, let me up.”
“Sleepin’, pet. Hush.” Spike just tightened his hold.
“SPIKE, you have to let me up, NOW.”
“Shhh, pet. Tryin’ to sleep here.”
“SPIKE, I GOTTA PEE!” Xander yelled right in the sleeping vampire’s ear. That got a reaction. Spike let go of Xander and pushed him off the side of the bed. Xander giggled as he got up from the floor and took off for the bathroom. Big, bad vamps got a little squicked when it came to mortal bodily functions.
Xander took care of business, washed up and got started fixing breakfast. He had woken up really hungry thanks to Mister Horny Vamp. There must have been a good fight last night before Spike came home. The bigger the fight, the hornier the vampire. He looked up from the stove at the sound of the aforemonedoned vampire stumbling into the kitchen wearing just a pair of Xander’s too large boxers. Only knowing what Spike’s reaction would be keep him from going “Awwww, he’s so cute” but he was thinking it anyway
“Mornin’ whelp. What’s for brekkie?” Spike leaned against the wall, rubbing his eyes, more asleep than awake. His hair was pointing in every direction possible.
“Waffles and sausage. Your blood is in the microwave waiting for you to nuke it. Stuff’s almost ready.” Xander took up the last of the waffles while Spike heated his blood. Spike took his warmed blood, sat down and began to eat the breakfast Xander had prepared for him.
“Spike…you know…well…”
“Spit it out pet.”
“You know my birthday’s in two weeks, right?” Xander asked as he sat down and started to eat his own breakfast.
“Yeah, know that. Why do you ask, luv?”
“Well, I kinda…well…I…Iwantyoutotakemeoutonadatearealdatejustyouandme.”
“A DATE?? You want me to take you out on a soddin’ date? Xander, you do remember that I’m a vampire, right? Vampires don’t date pet. We shag, fight, maim and torture. We. Do. Not. Date…ever.”
“All I want is one night, Spike. One night of going out like normal people.”
“I just took you out two nights ago, Xander and I am not ‘normal’ people.”
“Beer and pool at the Bronze is not a date and don’t you even think of mentioning going to Willie’s last week.”
“Why not? I took you there, didn’t I? I bought you beer and them buffalo wing things, wish they still did the bloomin’ onion though. What was that if it wasn’t a date?”
“I would call it shaking down Willie for information to give Buffy. I want to go on a date…with you.”
“Xander, do you remember reading watcher’s books about me and Angelus? Do you remember when I was born?”
“Yeah, 1850 something, wasn’t it?”
“That’s right pet, 1853. That would make me a Victorian. Do you know anything about being a Victorian, Xander?”
“Uhhh, nope. History class was usually naptime for me. It was first thing in the morning after a night of patrolling.”
“Pet, Victorian young people did not date. We went on outings and to parties with people of our own class, always chaperoned and always as a group. You did not go out together until you were properly engaged and even then the young lady was usually chaperoned by a female relative.”
“I always wondered about that, Spike. Just what social class were you in anyway? Sometimes you talk more like Giles or those people on Masterpiece Theater.”
“I DO NOT TALK LIKE THAT PONCE ON THE TELLY!”
“YES, YOU DO AND I WANT TO GO ON A FRICKIN’ DATE FOR MY BIRTHDAY!!”
“’m going back to bed. It’s to soddin’ early for this. Maybe when I get up you’ll have come to your senses.” Spike wandered back to the bedroom mumbling quietly. “Date, who the fuck does he think I am anyway, the poof? Yeah, now he’d probably go on a date.”
“WELL THEN MAYBE I SHOULD CALL DEADBOY!!! MAYBE HE WOULDN’T BE EMBARRESSED TO TAKE ME…” Before Xander could say another word Spike had flown back into the kitchen and had him up against the wall.
“YOU. WILL. NOT. CALL. MY. SIRE! You better not even think about getting close to Peaches. YOU ARE MY MATE!! Peaches touches you and I swear I’ll stake him.”
“Spike, calm down. I didn’t mean it, I was just mad. I don’t even like Deadboy and he sure doesn’t like me.” Xander kissed the furious vampire and laid his forehead against Spike’s. “I’m a one vamp kinda guy and my vamp is so not Sir Brood-a-lot. Go on back and get some more sleep. I’m gonna clean up then head to work. I’ll be home by five. We’ll eat and head to the Magic Box and maybe there’ll be some nasties you can tear apart tonight.”
“Yeah, pet. Bring some Chinese with you and don’t forget…”
“I know, don’t forget the little dumpling things you like. You tell me that every time.”
“Yeah and half the time what do you forget?” Spike smirked back at the brunette. Xander walked back over to the vampire and kissed him soundly.
“Your dumplings. Love you, my Spike.”
“Gawd, you’re turning me into a right poof. Love you too, Xan. Now go to work so I can get some sleep.”
The girls were already at the Magic Box waiting for Xander to get there. For Xander’s sake they had become more accepting of Spike being one of them. In truth they had fun teasing the vampire about being a Scooby. Spike may sulk and bitch when they did it, but in truth he enjoyed the teasing and companionship he had found. Spike was not a vampire that took to being alone. He was most definitely not the ‘lone wolf’ type. He craved contact with others and the teenagers provided the clan he had lost with the advent of Angel’s soul. They were surprised at the depth of caring Spike showed towards their friend, he really loved Xander. At least that is what they thought before they come in the door tonight.
“I don’t fuckin’ care, I am NOT doing it!!” Spike yelled.
“It’s not like I’m asking for the moon or you to take me on a freaking sunny picnic. Just one damn night, that’s all.”
“Hey guys, something hellmouthy going on? You two haven’t argued like this for a long time. I mean not since, you know. Since Spike moved in and you two…well…since you became a well, a pair…” Willow decided maybe she should just shut up when Xander turned and glared at her.
“Nothing hellmouthy, just a selfish vampire who doesn’t care about me.”
“Xan, you know that’s not true, just not going to go on a flippin’ date. WATCHER!!! Would you please tell him that vampires, especially Victorian vampires DO NOT GO ON DATES!!” Spike looked over at Giles hoping for some understanding.
“Gentlemen, I have no intention of getting in the middle of this. So either quit your infernal yelling or go home. Xander, Victorians did not date as such. Spike, Xander is not a Victorian, he is a child of the 20th century.”
“All I want is one simple date, on my birthday.” Xander used his big brown eyes and quivering lip to melt the females in the room. Willow walked over and hugged him while Tara patted his back.
“Spike would it hurt you to take him out one time? And I can’t believe I just asked him that.” Buffy rolled her eyes and went back to pretending to research.
“Yes, it would and I ain’t doin’ it.” Spiked watched with pride as his pet worked the women in the room. As he watched them fawn over him, his eyes lit with glee. He suddenly knew just what he was going to do about this. “I’m going to prowl around and see if anything’s going on tonight. I’ll see you at home pet. Slayer…”
“He’ll get home alive, I promise. Call if anything demony pops up.”
“Spike?”
Spike gave Xander a quick kiss and headed out the door. “Later, Xan.” He started to laugh once the door was shut. Oh yes, this was going to be fun. Now if he could just get the poof to agree.
“Angel Investigations, we help the help…no that’s not right. Hope, that’s it. We help the hopeless. Can I hope you? Well, shoot, that wasn’t right either. Who do you want to talk to?”
“Who the bloody hell are you and where’s the cheerleader?” Spike snarled into the phone.
“I…I’m…I mean…Fred, I’m Fred and Cordelia isn’t here right now.”
“Well, I’m Fred, will you please tell Angel that William is on the phone and needs to talk to the great poof.”
“Okay, just hang on a minute. Angel…Angel? There’s a man named William on the phone and wants to talk to somebody called the great poof. Is that like a code or something or is he just kinda crazy?” Angel rolled his eyes in annoyance and walked over to get the phone.
“No Fred, it isn’t code and no he isn’t ‘kinda’ of crazy. He is totally, completely and certifiably insane.” Angel took the phone from her. “What in the hell do you want, Spike? I don’t have time for your games.”
“Well hello and greetings to you too, Sire.”
“Okay Spike, you called me Sire, what do you want?”
“Need a little help, peaches. Nothing hellmouthy or bad, need help with something for the boy.”
“What boy?”
“Well…it’s like this…oh hell, peaches, I took a mate. I want to do somethin’ special and I need your help. How would you like to spend a few days in Sunnyhell?”
“About as much as I would enjoy you going at me with pokers again, Spike. And I don’t remember being asked for permission for you to take a mate, childe.”
“That’s part of what I want to take care of; that and curing this ‘date’ thing. He wants me to take him on a soddin’ date for his birthday. I want to show him what dates mean to me. I found a house we can use for a few days, real nice place. Can you and any of yours that want to come help?” Spike really hated asking his Sire for anything but this was going to be too much fun to miss.
“Spike, Drusilla is here. She’s been here for a couple of weeks now. She’s not causing any trouble; in fact she’s being remarkably well behaved. I’ll have to bring her too.”
“As long as she knows she can’t touch my boy, I don’t have a problem. Now what I want to do is…” Angel was listening intently and taking down notes as his childe explained what he wanted to do. He suddenly started to laugh; this may be just the release his crew needed right now. There was nothing important going on and Sunnydale was only two hours away. He could leave Gunn and his crew here to cover things and he could rush back if he had to. Cordelia was going to love this.
“Spike, you forgot to tell me, who is this boy we’re doing this for? I would like to at least know the name of your mate if I am to accept him into the family.”
“xanrarriss” Spiked mumbled.
“What was that? I couldn’t understand you.”
“Oh flippin hell, Xander…Xander Harris. I mated with the whelp. Shut up your fuckin’ cacklin’ peaches. I’ll talk to you later.” Spike hung up on his Sire’s demented laughter.
Angel just stared at the phone, laughing. Xander Harris…Spike was, for all intents and purposes, married to Xander Harris. Angel’s laughter ended when it suddenly came to him that Xander Harris was his son-in-law. Angel looked heavenward and thought, ‘this is punishment, isn’t it? You didn’t think I was being punished enough so you made me Xander Harris’ father-in-law.’ This was going to be one interesting little trip.
Angel looked over a Fred and smiled. “Call Cordy and Wes and tell them to come over. We have some plans to make, then we’re all going to Sunnydale for a few days.”
“S…Suuu…Sunnydale??? The Hellmouth??” Fred squeaked.