Night Life

Night Life: Ace of Spades
Author: Iktia Jigoku
Pairing: S/X
Rating: PG (For now)
Warnings: S-L-A-S-H! Also this is a bit on the dark side later on. Nothing's perfect in life my friends.
Spoilers: Post-chip, Spike doesn't love Buffy! Just lusty 'Want to shag what I can't have' feelings.
Disclaimer: Not mine at all, otherwise I wouldn't be writing fanfiction, now would I?
Feedback: Yes please. I'll gladly sendkid kid vampires out for people. (AtamaWolf@hotmail.com)
Notes: This is for Aonikoi, she's my partner in crime/beta reader and a constant friend whom I can corrupt every day.
Music: xXx (Triple X) soundtrack: Rammstein, "Feuer Frei" into Gavin Rossdale, "Adrenaline". Funny how a song can send the juices flowing. Pun SO not intended...yet. *g*

The building was practically falling apart from the constant thrum and pounding from the music inside, sending chills of delight down Spike's spine. He could feel the heartbeats of the teens inside even though he himself was standing out in the street, simply lulled by the blood and excitement stringing through the air. His blue eyes caught glimpses of other demons stepping along the sidewalks towards the new club looking just as swayed as he was upon the uproar of energy. When the first chord of music started Spike could tell without a doubt that the band was live by the sheer instinct of the instruments inside. He couldn't wait outside any longer, Spike had to get into the mix of mortals and demons within, taste raging emotions on the tip of his tongue and fill his undead lungs with the air.

Flicking the burning cigarette to the cement Spike strode towards the obscene structure, his eyelids dropping into a glazed state with each step, wanting the human warmth inside to curl about his cool skin. With a shake of his head followed by one hand to make sure the blond strands were still back against his skull, Spike slowed down his quick steps to a mere saunter like the predator he was to the front door. Crowds of demons and people alike were gathered in front of the large steel door, the vampire could tell the bouncer was a demon himself and built to be tough with human disguise just barely holding up against the bulk of muscle.

Without pause Spike pushed through the numbers to stand in front of the bouncer, seeing he was indeed much bigger up close. "'Lo, mate. Care to step aside?"

Red eyes bore down on Spike [Must be passing for colored lenses] and literally inhaled the air where he stood. The demonic eyes fixed to his own pools of ice, the voice lowered enough for only his ears to hear. "No feeding inside. Take it elsewhere or we sweep you off the floor at closing time." The bouncer then moved his hulking form away from the entrance, a large meaty paw taking hold of a bar and yanking sharply ten uen up the way, gretureturning on the crowd to make sure no one tried to force themselves inside.

Spike gave a nod and could barely keep his stoic face when he stepped past and into the threshold. Apparently they didn't know his nature of the chipped kind, maybe even who he was, around this part of Sunnyhell so he wouldn't have to take the threat as a serious dust issue. When Spike looked up he felt for a moment that his mind went on to total meltdown at the picture of bodies lining up all along the large club. Nothing seemed to stand still for more than a few seconds before swaying back into the drumming sound of the band playing farther back . Suddenly realization hit Spike with a jolt that he was merely standing in a hallway of the place, and so he picked his way through the light groupings of people. Spike only having to bat away one person's hand and show a bit of game face to a demon who didn't look like she took 'No' much for an answer, before ending up in the heart of the cement beast.

His Docs thudding lightly against the grated metal flooring as Spike made his way to the bar upon spotting an empty space at the counter of what he guessed was the bar. When that space was filled within a crash of a cymbal he promptly showed the ass exactly who had their eyes on the small opening first, specifically a pair of yellow eyes. Spike felt power return to him as the fear from the human wafted to his senses while the mortal stumbled backward, the beer he had ordered forgotten on the hard surface. Not missing another beat Spike swiped the beer and leaned back against the cold black marble of the bar, now blue eyes sweeping the area of dancers who writhed and twirled like one massive body of beings.

Absently Spike found his head dipping faintly to the frantic beat of the music, the singer's voice almost inaudible with the mixture of screaming from the pit and the man's own band. *Definitely not a boy band.* Spike thought with a grin at the rough half-scream, half-grunt of the lyrics surrounded by that sweet chaos made into music which lead Spike to admit that he would look into a CD of the band if they had one. Lifting his eyes from the dancing orgy of bodies the vampire scouted the actual group that led to such an up-rise.

There was the singer himself, gripping the stand of the mic like it was his only anchor in life beside the latex clad hips pounding along to the lyrics of his own voice. For being in the band he looked a bit on the normal side, dressed in the black shining pants with a tattered tank top to show off the swirls of images engraved into the skin, each tattoo melted into the next with a mind of their own. Nothing would set the man apart from the normal punk crowd if it weren't for the small metal spikes protruding from the shaved head, Spike had seen these before on those talk shows with teenagers getting metal bits implanted into their bodies. A light snort from Spike before having his gaze leading away from the singer until they rested on the person to his left, a small girl circled by keyboards.

Spike couldn't help the amused laugh, figuring her age to be only 16 at most with waist length locks dyed a sheer blue wafting about the quaint face as she played numerous keys that added sound effects or a tranquil line amongst the thriving rhythm. The smirk on his lips broadened faintly when she reached a hand up to pull away the free tresses of hair, revealing the whole rim of her ear cluttered with hoops and studs. A sudden image of Dawn being that girl only made him give a cheer when the guitars faded out to give cue to a keyboard solo of swift moving notes that bled right back into the pulsing music.

[Could get used to this...] Spike was about to take a gulp of the free beer when he suddenly found himself looking at most absurd picture, even for being placed in a Hellmouth. He was sure that if he still had a beating heart it would have stopped at sheer thought, let alone live image, of Xander Harris on stage in front of possibly hundreds of people. Still with the lip of the cup against his mouth Spike stared at Xander as he jumped about, fingers looking as though they wanted to torture the notes out of the strings of the midnight painted guitar. All the while strands of chestnut bangs stuck to the sweaty forehead giving him a faint glow in the changing lights. The boy was trapped in leather pants looking too small even for Spike to wear but what caught the vampire's attention was the fact the rest of Xander was in chains...quite literally.

The silver links were loosely draped around his waist before leading upward, metal almost caressing the wet skin as they got tighter further up, hugging the chest built from construction and perfected with night patrols. Xander arched backwards while playing a series of rifts from the guitar, giving a good show of the twin blood red rings in each nipple delicately strung together with a smaller chain of painted black. All that metal was pulled upward to hook in a thick silver circle attached to a studded leather collar about Xander's neck. The scene caused Spike to give a light groan before setting down the beer, now completely forgotten as he watched Xander tease the crowd with body and music.

His mind only briefly registered that the band had switched to another song, this one slower than before but just as loud and pumped full of raw meaning that Spike didn't believe music had until tonight with eyes locked completely on Xander. Watching the boy's hips thrust forward against the back of the slim guitar and it made him shudder at the concentration in the fingers sweeping along the strings all the while the chocolate orbs had oozed to near darkness from the rush of the club surrounding the mortal in praise. Spike could see in it in the faces of those staring at Xander, the need and desire to rip him off the stage in attempts to pull Xander out of the leather pants, wanting to feel the hard body covered in golden skin.

[I'll show him he's not the only one who can sway others.] With a growl deep in his throat and an abrupt shove away from the bar that made a few heads turn to glance at him, Spike stalked off to the flooded dance floor. He squeezed his body among the walls of others and felt as if he would fall into a second death in the swelling heat. As Spike attracted the attention of a small mob of willing dance partners, he began pushing and grinding against any surface of body heat, moving as though another force had taken over him. That very force making him try to catch Xander's eyes every time by seducing those within an inch of his reach. After all, how hard was it to miss the almost pure white hair against the dyed blacks, browns and reds? And so he didn't have to wait very long.

Even with vampiric hearing Spike almost missed the falter in the chords, a note jumping too high even for the song and a feral smile crossed his lips before he liberally grabbed a girl from his circle, pushing himself against the mortal's backside. Again came the tiniest slip, this in time in the form of three strings becoming hopelessly bungled during a rift. Spike pulled away from his partner upon feeling wandering hands and his current desire wasn't in the form of a vampire-wannabe, no, his demon raged for something in chains much like itself. And since Spike's plan had more than worked, getting Xander so flustered he messed up his playing added to the fact Spike knew where the boy now spent his later hours in a club designed for humans and demons alike was enough blackmail material.

By the time Spike made it back to the bar, shouldering a spot for himself at the crowded corner to order another drink, the vampire realized his disappearance from the floor had actually calmed Xander down! Enough so that the boy had started to gently rocked his body to the beat, head bowed and playing the guitar like it was his world again. Holding the drink in hand Spike closed his eyes, feeling the music swirl about as it mixed with conversations being held everywhere in the club, making him work to sift through it all to find the words of the song.

"Adrenaline keeps me he ghe game. Adrenaline you don't even feel the pain... Wilder then your wildest dreams, when you're going to extremes. It takes adrenaline..." Spike looked up in time to see Xander leaning forward to a mic placed in front of him, surging the words over 'Adrenaline...Adrenaline' in an almost tortured voice. Sending an itch to Spike to go back onto the floor if only to move to the sound of Xander's voice, show the boy how much adrenaline was pumping through his system. Spike gave a mental nod and threw the drink back without pause before joining back into the crowd but edging closer to the stage.

The vampire gave a couple a stern look to have them break away from the raised platform so he could lean up against it, letting his head dip downward to sway with the beat with eyes half-lidded. His head felt lighter now that he was closer to Xander, able to smell the scent of the boy more clearly than back by the bar. Spike was surrounded by an almost carnal aroma mingled with the pure innocence Xander stood for in the group of white hats. Yet here the boy was in an element that held a feeling of safe danger, knowing a demon could get out of hand at any moment and Xander could only watch as everyone attempted to get away. The thought alone gave Spike tingles of pleasure, picturing himself cornering the boy up on that stage with only that guitar separating him from crushing the warm body to him.

Unconsciously Spike had grown hard while the music pounded close to his ears, the intoxicating smell of Xander's sweat tinged with knowing fear like a drug to the vampire. He groaned softly when his senses managed to pick up the slowing beat as the song was hng fng for a close, Spike didn't want it to stop, he wanted to stand there forever until his mind was numb from sensation. As the last chord of Xander's guitar melted away the entire club seemed to cry as one for it to start again, give them another fix of beautiful bodies, of unrestrained emotion, but it was truly final when a lanky demon took over the singer's mic.

"Please give a scream for the club band, Tainted Lifeline!" There was a deafening roar that ripped through the building, making Spike feel his chest rumble until he gave his voice to them as well. Going into full game face with a howl, feeling other vampires drift over to him until there was a pocket of bumpy foreheads and yellow eyes yelling in appreciation to the band. Spike searched the members on-stage and grinned when he caught Xander's eyes, giving a final snap of his fangs in the brunette's direction that was met with a small wave of fear. [I have plans for you, Harris...]