Midnight Madness

Midnight Madness
By: Tazzy

Rating: NC-17

Disclaimer: I don't own 'em but if I did, they'd never see the light of day again!

Pairing: Xander/Spike, Willow/ Tara, those are the main ones

Feedback: please? With whips and chains?

Author's Notes: This is in response to Dorian's Challenge: a story with four of the following- line dancing, N'Sync terror, black cherry flavored water, oranges or orange juice, a thesaurus, a glitter-tipped rose, Chupa-chup suckers, and a witch's cauldron. And Dorian, since you didn't specify the KIND of flavored water, mine's carbonated :D. What Xander does with it I confess to reading about in a "Gargoyles" story, but it was Champaign in that one. Also, be nice on the feedback, this is my first attempt at writing pure slash.


Casually, Spike sipped his screwdriver as his eyes flickered around the Bronze, taking in the various costumes. When Angel had left for Los Angeles, he had sold the nightclub and the new owner had decided to hold a Halloween party even though Halloween was still a week away. The crowd of high school kids and college students was a mass of scantily clad females and males pretending to be everyone from Dracula and Frankenstein to Superman and Batman. Shaking his head, Spike finished off his screwdriver and glanced around for one of the servers that was floating around the Bronze.

Another glass filled with orange liquid was placed before him and the peroxide blond vampire looked up to find Tara standing there. "Ta, pet," he said, draining part of his drink. The blond witch was wearing a tight, midnight blue dress that reminded him of Morticia Addams's outfit and a crown of matching velvet roses with their tips coated in silver glitter was pinned to her hair. He gestured to the empty seat across from him in the booth and she smiled shyly as she sat down. "So what brings you to this place in that outfit?"

Tara frowned and glanced down at her costume. "Don't you like it?" she asked, her voice full of worry.

"It makes you look simply edible, luv," leered Spike, deliberately running his gaze over the curves that the shimmery fabric exposed. "I bet if you walk out onto the dance floor right now, you'd have to beat off both the mortals and the vampires." A faint blush stained her cheeks and he nodded his head at the plastic witch's cauldron that Tara had placed on the table before sitting down. It was full of the glitter-tipped roses, ranging from the midnight blue that was in her hair to white and every shade of blue in between. All with silver glitter. "Like the garden, pet, but what's with all the roses?"

"I'm a rose fey," she replied. Her eyes shifted to something over his shoulder and her mouth dropped open in surprise. With a frown, Spike twisted around in his seat and searched the club for whatever had caught the little witch's attention when he saw them. Striding through the crowd was Willow and Xander, but the way they were walking and how they were dressed was enough to steal what little breath Spike had.

Willow was poured into a pair of black leather pants and a bustier while boots with deadly spiked heels enclosed her feet. Dark eyeshadow and garnet lipstick made her pale skin seem even paler and her hair was artfully mussed to form a wild mane around her face. Xander's black leather pants seemed to be painted on his muscular legs and black Doc Martins encased his feet. A dark blue silk shirt was unbuttoned to expose the white tee-shirt that was stretched across his muscular chest and a silver chain encircled his neck. Both looked every inch a predator and when Xander's chocolate eyes settled on Spike like he was an all-you-can-eat-buffet, Spike's tight jeans suddenly became uncomfortably tight as borrowed blood rushed south.

"Is this a private table or can anyone sit here?" inquired Xander when he and Willow finally reached the stunned blondes. Spike swallowed and felt his jeans get even tighter at the sound of Xander's voice, which had somehow dropped an octave and grown incredibly smoky. Without waiting for an invitation, Willow plopped herself down next to Tara and ran a blood red nail down the blonde's cheek.

"Pretty. Bet she's sweet too," mused Willow, her voice childish and innocent but there was something in it that sent shivers down Spike's spine. Xander folded himself into the seat next to Spike and tossed a careless arm around the leather-clad shoulders.

"What about you? You taste sweet too?" That smoky voice was whispering in his ear and Spike tried desperately to retrieve enough blood from his cock to think and form words to an answer. His brain was trying to tell him that there was obviously something wrong with the whelp, but his body was telling his brain to shove it so he could enjoy this.

Spike wrapped an arm around Xander's waist and pulled him close as he claimed those tempting lips as his own. Strong fingers tangled in his bleached hair and held his head in place as Xander attempted to devour him. Spike's free hand came up to caress the smooth cheek when his brain suddenly registered what was wrong with the man in his arms: the skin under his fingers was cold, vampire-cold. Just as he figured that out, razor sharp fangs cut his lip and he jerked back, to find himself staring into Xander's ridged face and golden eyes. "Y'know, mate, it's not polite ta bite yer elders without their permission," he drawled, raising his scarred eyebrow.

A smirk crossed Xander's distorted face. "Well then, shall I kiss and make better?" he purred, pressing his chest against Spike's. Spike matched his smirk with one of his own when an all too familiar tingle started in his fangs and he swore as he caught sight of a leggy blond making her way through the crowd.

"Fuck, Slayer," he warned the brunette in his arms and mostly in his lap. He watched as the demonic ridges smoothed back into the familiar planes of Xander's human face and the gold gave way to dark chocolate.

"Time to play." The offer was whispered in his ear as Xander spun around and sprawled in the booth, sitting on Spike's lap with his long legs resting on the seat. Spike automatically wrapped an arm around Xander's waist, holding the young man close as he casually sipped his drink.

"Hey Tara, Xander," greeted Buffy, stopping to stare at Willow. "Willow, why are you dressed like that?"

An innocent look fluttered across Willow's face. "You don't like my clothes?" she pouted, standing up with a stretch that caused several nearby boys and even a few girls to stare at the pale skin.

Buffy shook her head. "It's not that," she objected, a panicked look flashing across her face. "It's just that you look like that skanky vampire you from our senior year." She glanced at Xander for support and her eyes grew large at the sight of Spike's arm around the brunette's waist. "Um, Xander, why is Spike's arm around your waist?"

Xander shrugged. "Because he was sitting in the booth first and if I wanted to put my arm around his waist, we'd have to switch positions which is just too much trouble right now." He flashed a grin and gracefully extracted himself from the booth to stand on the other side of Buffy. The Slayer started fidgeting as it became apparent that something was different about her friends but she wasn't sure what. "Besides, I won't let him do anything to me that I don't want to do to him." He threw a heated glance at Spike, causing the bleached blonde vampire to bite his lip in an effort to contain his moan. Xander as a vampire stalking through the crowd was sexy. Xander as a vampire taunting the Slayer was enough to make him throw the brunette across a table and take him right there.

Spike saw Xander wink at Willow who rested her hands on her hips and winked back. "Bored now," purred Willow in that childish tone. Buffy froze and all color drained out of her face as her head whipped around to stare at the redhead who was now wearing a ridged face.

"You won't be bored for long, Kitten," Xander said, his voice like forbidden chocolate as it rolled over Spike. "Bet we can have a lot of fun with the Slayer here." By the time Buffy was able to tear her eyes off of Willow, Xander's face was now the ridged mask of his demon. Buffy was shaking her head in denial as she backed away from the prowling vampires only to bang into the table where Spike was watching the proceedings with ever increasing lust.

"It's not possible," whispered the Slayer as Xander and Willow wrapped casual arms around each other. Suddenly her face turned hard and she whirled around to haul Spike out of the booth by his collar. "Did you do this?"

The blond vampire snorted. "Of course I did," he drawled, knowing it would irritate her farther. "I can't defend myself against you or any other human, but I was able to turn Red an' the Whelp." He rolled his eyes at Buffy's stupidity. "I think th' bleach is startin' ta affect yer brain, Slayer."

Buffy growled and dropped Spike back on the seat before pulling out a stake. "Okay, three vampires to dust and then I can get on with my night," she muttered, tuning to find Willow and Xander supporting each other while they laughed. They continued laughing and Spike glanced at Tara who was smiling at whatever joke that Xander and Willow were sharing. "What is so funny?" The words came out of Buffy's mouth in a pouting whine and Spike felt a smile cross his own face.

"Spell," gasped Willow, hugging her ribs as she struggled to breath. "Not vampires." For some reason, that sent them into a new fit of laughter, but Spike felt both elation and disappointment. Elation that Xander had not been turned and shared the sire/childe bond with another, and disappointment that Xander was still human and fragile. Spike longed to take Xander to bed and not worry about hurting the boy with his strength that could easily snap Xander in two.

‘Sure mate, an' he'll just be glad ta follow ya ta bed so's you can have yer wicked way with 'em,’ Spike told himself, shaking his head at those thoughts. He tossed back the last of his drink, and stood up. "You both make charming vampires, but I have other plans for this evening." He was proud that he managed to keep his disappointment out of his voice as he turned and made his way through the crowd, being careful not to bump into the humans too hard and set off his chip.

Finally, he escaped into the night with a cloud of noise and music surrounding him briefly before the doors to the Bronze closed again behind him. Automatically, he tapped out a cigarette and slipped it in his mouth before bending his head to light it, drawing a deep breath of smoke and warmth. He closed his eyes, savoring the heat as it curled through his lungs, and only when the heat had dissipated, did he release the smoke, allowing it to swirl around his head in the cool night air. The door behind him opened and then closed again, releasing another blast of laughter and heat into the night as someone left the club. Spike ignored them, concentrating on smoking his cigarette so he wouldn't see Xander in game-face again.

"So why did you leave suddenly?" That familiar voice was still husky and it sent shivers down the bleached blonde's spine. Hesitantly, Spike turned to find Xander standing there, regarding him with calm mahogany eyes that were dancing with mischievousness and a hint of animalistic passion. "Not like you haven't enjoyed a good joke on the Slayer's behalf before."

"Got places to go, things to do," lied Spike, tearing his gaze away from those chocolate depths before he was sucked in and couldn't escape. He turned to leave when a hand shot out and spun him around to face Xander again. A Xander who was in full game-face and growling slightly.

"Don't lie to me!" hissed the brunette, glaring at Spike with flashing golden eyes. "I don't care what else you do, but don't fucking lie to me!"

"Why not?" demanded Spike, his own eyes flashing gold as he tried to reign in his demon who wanted nothing more than to put this upstart where he belonged. "You're lying to me with this spell." He waved a pale hand at the ridges on Xander's face. "Yer not a vampire, yer human an' that means that yer easy ta break an' yer warm an' alive..." He trailed off, realizing suddenly just how close he was to telling Xander how much he wanted him, nearly adding ' and you're not mine'. An amused smile passed over Xander's face and Spike frowned in confusion. "What?"

"I didn't get a chance to tell you the details of Willow's little spell," drawled Xander, stepping closer to Spike and leaning in until his face was inches away. "I am a vampire for the next twenty-four hours." His face was hovering a breath's away from Spike's and the bleached blonde licked his lips nervously. "That means for the next twenty-four hours, I have the same strengths and weaknesses that you do." Those tantalizing lips were drawing even closer now, he could feel them move as Xander talked. "Now, I'm tired of waiting for you to take the hints I've been tossing at you and I'm going to kiss you. After that, we will go back to my apartment and lock ourselves in until the effects of this spell wear off. And if you ask what we will be doing, then I'm obviously trying to seduce the wrong person."

Lunging forward, Spike caught those teasing lips in a searing kiss as his hands tangled in that silky hair that he had dreamed about touching and running his fingers through while he was staying with the whelp. Strong fingers gripped his hair and pulled his head back as a fresh assault was started on his lips and a moan echoed in his throat. A cool tongue slipped past his lips and caressed every inch of his mouth, lingering slightly on the fangs that had emerged when Spike had finally lost control of his human mask. Surges of pleasure rocked through Spike with each gentle caress of the elongated teeth and he returned the favor, stroking Xander's fangs and causing the brunette to moan with pleasure. After several minutes, Spike realized that Xander had yet to break off the kiss to breath and it finally dawned on him that for tonight, Xander was indeed a vampire.

"You said something about locking ourselves into your apartment," gasped Spike, when they finally broke off the kiss. He was having a hard time concentrating on forming words because Xander was busy nuzzling his neck. "An' as much as I'd like ta pull ya inta th' alley fer a quick shag, I'd rather pound ya inta th' mattress." Spike's Cockney accent was thickening with each nuzzle in his desperate attempt to avoid slipping into his natural, upper class accent that he had been born with, and after a quick nip which sent a bolt of desire straight to Spike's groin, Xander pulled back long enough to hook an arm around the peroxide blonde's waist before they started down the sidewalk.

After what seemed like forever to the peroxide blonde, they managed to reach Xander's apartment and stumbled inside, neither one willing to release the other until the door was slammed shut and locked behind them. Then Xander pulled Spike into the bedroom shedding clothes as they went. Finally, the brunette shoved Spike backwards, sending the peroxide blond tumbling onto the bed, and paused next to the bed to stare down at Spike sprawled across the soft sheets. Pale moonlight streamed through the window to illuminate the alabaster skin and Spike grinned as he shifted slightly on the bed, creating the image of pure animalistic desire.

"God, how I've dreamed about having you in my bed like this," growled Xander as his eyes swept up Spike's body. Smirking, Spike casually reached up and slid his hand down his chest, pausing briefly to tweak one of his nipples before continuing down to his leaking hardness. Before his hand could reach its destination, strong fingers encircled his wrist and halted his movements. "You don't get to touch yourself without my permission while you're in my bed tonight. Now will you obey or do I have to chain you up?"

Spike's cock twitched at the thought of this brunette beauty chaining him up and he stared into those lust-filled eyes. "I dunno, pet," he said, grinning. "What exactly would you do to me if I was chained helpless on your bed?"

"Maybe we can find out later," whispered Xander as he knelt on the bed and claimed Spike's mouth in another searing kiss. A soft moan slipped past their sealed lips but neither gave it any thought as hard bodies slipped against each other, trying to find friction for aching hardness and hands pet everywhere they can.

Then Xander slowly began kissing and nipping his way down the ghostly form spread before him like a sacrifice on the alter of some god, pausing to tease the skin over the silent vein with sharpened teeth. Unable to stop himself, Spike groaned deep in his throat and pressed his head deeper into the pillow, exposing his throat for Xander to tease. A deep chuckle was his response to the submissive gesture before that cool mouth dropped farther down to envelope a rock-hard nipple, teasing it to further by alternating cool, soothing licks and razor sharp fangs lightly dragged across the sensitive bit of flesh. Whimpering, Spike threaded his fingers through the thick mop of hair that was gently brushing his skin and simply held on as Xander started down once more.

Pausing at the twitching abdomen, Xander gently removed the hands from his hair and pressed them into the sheets. Spike's fingers dug into the soft cloth as Xander gently nipped and kissed his way over the smooth flesh before pausing once more as he reached the nest of dark curls surrounding the leaking cock. Spike had his eyes squeezed tightly shut as he surrendered to the sensations Xander was invoking in his body, ridged face twisted in pleasure.

"Bloody Hell!" gasped Spike, arching up off the bed as his cock was enveloped in a cool mouth that was full of tickling, teasing bubbles. Slowly, tickling sensation faded and he looked down just as Xander sat up and took a drink from a bottle that was sitting on the floor next to the bed. Winking at the peroxide blonde, he bent down and sucked the pale erection into his mouth once more and Spike hissed as that tickling sensation returned. It was too much after all the teasing Xander had inflicted on him and with a roar, he erupted in Xander's mouth who drank everything he had to offer. Limp, he lay on the bed, a confused but pleasantly sated look on his face as he tried to gather enough energy to talk or at least ask Xander what was in the bottle.

Grinning, Xander scooped up the empty bottle and dangled it above Spike's face so the blonde could read the label. Clearly Canadian Carbonated Water, Black Cherry. "Larry use to drink this all the time, but it wasn't until I spent the night with him before Graduation that I found out what else it's good for," the brunette casually remarked, a grin that would have done the Cheshire Cat proud stretched across his face.

Removing the bottle from Xander's fingers, Spike let it drop to the floor as he pulled the younger man down for a searing kiss. "Well since ya used up all of the bubbly, it looks like I'm gonna have ta get creative," mused Spike, when he finally broke off his exploration of Xander's mouth. With a gentle shove, he rolled them over so that Xander was now pressed into the soft sheets and grinned as those mahogany eyes darkened with lust when Xander's harness brushed against his own hardening flesh. Vampires had the same advantage as teenagers when it came to recovery time between rounds.

Slipping into game-face, Spike grinned through a mouth-full of fangs before lowering his head to tease the skin over Xander's jugular. The brunette had managed to push all of his buttons and now it was his turn to show the younger man just how passionate a vampire could really be. Xander started thrashing when Spike gently dragged his fangs over the sensitive skin and Spike held his wrists to the mattress, making a soft tisking sound. "You had yer fun, now it's my turn." As Xander watched with wide eyes, Spike lowered his head and trailed a cool tongue down the soft, bronzed skin, evicting a husky moan. When the Master Vampire latched onto a dusky nipple, the moans turned into whimpers, and Xander pulled a hand free to rummage around the nightstand briefly. Before Spike could ask what he was doing, a small tube was held before his blue eyes and the invitation was clear on the younger man's face.

Spike slipped back into his human mask and removed the small tube before kissing his way down to the fine trail of black hair that started at Xander's belly button. Pausing once more, the peroxide blonde flicked his tongue in and around the indent, teasing the younger man with slight suggestions of what will happen until Xander was moaning and begging uncontrollably. Tracing designs through the trail of hair and the nest of curls that it lead to with the tip of his tongue, Spike released Xander's other wrist and wrapped his hand around the throbbing erection that was steadily leaking. Taking a deep breath, he breathed in the pure sharp scent of the brunette's arousal and traced the large vein up to the leaking head before swallowing the hard cock in one smooth motion. Xander cried out and arched up into the cool mouth, uncontrolled, and Spike easily uncapped the tube with one hand. Coating a finger, the vampire continued sucking on the cock that was in his mouth as he trailed a finger down to the puckered opening and eased the slick digit inside.

The brunette gasped and pressed down, trying to draw more of that teasing finger in, knowing that it wouldn't be enough. Quickly, Spike slicked another finger and eased it in, carefully stretching and preparing Xander for him. Growls were continuously pouring from the spell-changed vampire as he thrust back against Spike's fingers as the blond continued licking and nibbling at the hard shaft that was throbbing ever so deliciously next to his lips.

"Want you, Spike," snarled Xander, glaring at the older vampire with a mouth full of fangs. "NOW!"

Smirking at the fact that he had managed to push Xander so far, Spike hesitated only long enough to coat his own painfully hard flesh before sinking deep into Xander with one smooth thrust. Hissing, Spike arched his back, trying to crawl farther into that hot, tight body. The spell may have made Xander a vampire for the night, but apparently, it didn't affect his internal temperature any. "God, Xan," moaned the peroxide blond, his face hovering over the brunette's. "So tight, so perfect."

Xander groaned and wrapped his legs around Spike's waist, allowing them to draw even closer. "Yes!" he hissed as the Master Vampire began to slowly move. His own head was thrown back, exposing the golden expanse of his throat, and Spike dragged his tongue over the dark vein that was softly fluttering beneath the fragile skin. Strong arms encircled pale shoulders, bringing the two even closer together, and Xander placed little cat-like licks on Spike's throat in retaliation. Instantly, Spike began thrusting harder and faster into the brunette who was clinging to him like he was never going to let the blond go.

A low growl escaped from Spike's chest as his own face rippled into that of his demons when Xander nipped at his neck with sharp teeth, the brutal ridges brushing against his jaw. Resting his weight on one hand, he tangled pale fingers in those dark locks, angling Xander's head to lay claim to that mouth in a clash of fangs, both striving to dominate the other. With each thrust, Spike felt Xander's hard cock rub and twitch between them, painting abstract designs on their skin, and the slight tremors that he felt run through the brunette signaled how close he was. He pulled back to meet those inhuman golden eyes with his own burning gaze. "Mine!"

Dropping his mouth to the tanned neck, Spike's fangs easily slid through the soft skin to release a rush of warm, living blood. Dimly he heard a howl as nails dug into his back, spilling his own blood and warmth splashed across their chests as Xander came. Then, sharp teeth were in his neck and he pulled away from Xander's neck to release his own howl as he sent his cold, dead seed into the depths of his lover.

Groaning, Spike pulled out of Xander, collapsing next to him before pulling him into his arms and gently licking the remaining blood from the twin wounds at the young man's neck. He could still taste the lust, affection, and, surprisingly, the love that Xander had for him. A soft rumbling echoed in his chest as Xander twisted around in his arms, resting his head on Spike's shoulder.

"What did you mean 'mine'?" The question was asked in a soft, sleepy voice and Spike looked down into curious brown eyes.

Smiling, Spike brushed unruly dark hair off Xander's forehead. "Mean's just that, pet. You're mine, claimed by fangs and scent," he explained, pulling the other man closer and resting his cheek on that soft hair. "I don't claim everyone I shag, you know. Just the special ones."

The eyes that had been drifting shut slowly opened to regard him, blearily. "Special ones?"

"The ones that I love." The Cockney accent had completely vanished as Spike felt himself slip closer to sleep. "Love you, Xan."

As he drifted off, he heard "Love you, too" muttered and Spike's smile grew before he joined his lover in sleep.

The End