Fic: Teenage Dirtbag - 9/? - NC-17
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suki_blueTitle: Teenage Dirtbag
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Season 1, so contains young Xander. Some parts may contain mature themes, violence, and graphic sex. You have been warned! Also, this fic is likely to be very long and will be updated whenever the muse feels like it.
Summary: Teenage life on a Hellmouth. Where else did Xander expect to bump into a hot spikey vampire?
Beta'd by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kitty_poker1
Written for my darlingamejisuto
Previous parts are HERE
The night was warm, typical for Southern California during the summer months. Yet despite the mild weather and the lingering warmth from where the sun had recently been, Willow still felt the need for a sweater. Blue, fuzzy and looking like it was either pulled from an attic or recently knitted by a kind grandparent, it still wasn’t enough to keep a chill from reaching her bones.
Xander looked up and smiled at his friend. “Mr -” He leaned forward and checked the name on the gravestone he’d chosen to lounge against, “ - Lavis walk over your grave, Wills? You can hardly blame him. We’re sitting on his.”
Willow shivered again and tried to concentrate on the textbook in her lap. “It’s creepy, Xander. Don’t you think? It’s dark and quiet and, well, that’s the night for you, but that doesn’t mean I have to like it.”
“What’s not to like?” Buffy asked as she sat down on the ground and pulled out a metal nailfile.
“You’re filing demons to death now?” Xander asked. “That’s new and…odd.”
“I broke another nail,” Buffy clarified without looking up from her task. “It’s okay, though. I wasn’t the one that broke a neck.”
“A neck?” Willow swallowed down what would have been a whimper. “I don’t think I want to know.”
“Any vamps?” Xander asked Buffy once she’d finished filing.
“One or two. Three or four.”
Willow put down her book. “Let me guess, no vamps in robes?”
“Nope.” Buffy sighed and crossed her legs on the grass. “No vamps in robes. No vamps with weird symbols. No vamps chanting or praying or lighting incense. And no sacrificial virgins. Nada.”
“And yet that should be a good thing,” Xander pointed out.
“So why does it me extra spicy wiggins?” Buffy looked around her, a final check of her immediate surroundings before she diverted her attention to her homework.
It was Willow who provided the answer to the question. “Because quiet means ominous and ominous means something bad is going to happen. It always does.”
“And it’s been quiet for two weeks,” Buffy said. “That’s a whole lotta quiet. Meaning a whole lotta bad.”
“Or a whole lotta nothing,” Xander argued. It was true that they’d turned up nothing in the two weeks since Giles had uncovered the symbol and the name of the demon Goddess behind it. It stood to reason that these were just a small pack of vampires playing in the big league. The demon being worshipped didn’t matter – could have been Tony the Tiger, for all these vampires cared. It was just a game.
Then again, this was the Hellmouth. Or one of them, at least. It was just as likely that eternal darkness was just around the corner.
But fear and the spreading of wiggins was not Xander’s style. Today. “Anyway, I say to hell with those Goddess worshipping loonies. Why worry about that when we have…” Xander stopped and gazed off into the distance. Standing across the cemetery, maybe fifty yards away, was Spike.
Not stalking, creeping or lurking, Spike stood behind a headstone, grinning happily and waving merrily.
Xander started his sentence again, determined to keep his friends’ backs to Spike and their attention on something engrossing. “Why worry about all that when we have…that test tomorrow.”
Buffy perked up. “Test?” She turned to Willow, “Test?” then back to Xander. “Test? Who said test? I didn’t hear test? There’s a test? Why wasn’t I informed? There was no informing!”
“Xander, I don’t remember anything about a test tomorrow,” Willow said dubiously.
“That’s because it’s a secret test. Uh, I mean, a surprise test.”
“Then how come you know about it?” Willow asked.
Buffy’s eyes were wide with fear. “Yeah, Xander. How come?”
“I – uh – heard about it…on the grapevine? On the streets. The hall…locker room! I heard about it in the locker room. The place was buzzing with…test fever. And some kind of parasitical foot disease, but I won’t go into that.”
Now it was Willow’s turn to look fretful. “What test is it?”
“Books,” Xander answered immediately and a little too casually.
“Books?” Willow asked. “What books?”
Xander pointed at the textbooks spread out in front of them. “Books,” he said again. “Those books. And, um, the stuff in them.”
Willow and Buffy looked down at the said books at the same time. “Oh,” they said.
“Okay, so while you’re doing that, I’ll just be over there answering the call of the wild.”
Buffy looked even more confused. “Huh?”
“I have to pee,” Xander clarified.
“Oh, right.” Distracted, Buffy flicked through her textbook and waved Xander away. “Go for it. But don’t go too far.”
Xander got up and began making his way over to a madly grinning Spike. “I won’t.”
“And scream if you get accosted by any vamps.”
“I’ll try.”
“And don’t pee on anyone’s grave.”
**
Spike opened his mouth and nearly began a friendly greeting. Instead, he was unceremoniously dragged behind a nearby crypt.
“What in the hell are you doing?!” Xander hissed. “Are you wanting to get on the dusty end of a Slayer Strike?”
The suddenly startled expression slowly melted into something else. “Didn’t know you cared, luv.”
“I don’t,” Xander said quickly. “I just don’t want Buffy – stop laughing – to find out about us.”
“Us?” The grin spread.
“No, no. Not us as in us. Us as in us talking and me telling you stuff about Angel that I really shouldn’t have been telling.” Not that he’d told Spike anything that could do any harm but, still, it could be seen as batting for the other side. Or something less gay sounding.
“Ah, don’t worry about that, pet. I wouldn’t tell on you.” Spike sidled closer. “Our little secret, yeah?” he whispered in Xander’s ear.
Xander swallowed. “Okay. Uh – so what are you doing here exactly? In the cemetery. At night. Vampiring?”
“Vampiring?” Spike asked.
“Yeah, you know, prowling and pouncing and grrr and stuff.”
Spike raised an eye-brow. “Do I look like a cat?”
“Yeah, you look like Iddles, the Cream Point Persian from two doors down. All you need is a pink studded collar and you’d be a dead ringer.” The sarcasm was thick but it only served to increase Spike’s amusement.
“Is that right, then?” Spike pressed his lips together in a sort of pout that made his cheek bones sharpen. “Don’t mind being petted.”
“Um, that was supposed to be an insult, or did that totally escape you?” Xander tried desperately to ignore the man who now stood barely an inch away from him. Cool hands curled around his arms and tugged him closer still. “What…what are you doing?”
“Waiting to be petted,” Spike replied. “Unless you want me to pet you?”
“I…uh…uh.” All Xander wanted was for his brain to kick into gear. Even one coherent thought would do. Just a small one would be more than fine. Soft lips touched his throat and Xander let out the breath he’d been holding and tilted his neck.
He then had a small, coherent thought. “HEY!” Xander shouted, backing up sharply and colliding with the crypt.
“XAN?!” Buffy called from the distance. “YOU OKAY?!”
“FINE!” Xander shouted back. “THORNS!”
The girls giggled and Xander put his hands on his hips and glared at a silently laughing Spike. “What did you think you were doing?!” he hissed. “I helped you and you try to suck my blood! What kind of thanks is that?!”
“Wasn’t going to bite, luv. Well, maybe a nibble. Wouldn’t hurt you, though.”
“Likely story. Just admit it, you want my sugary sweet blood.”
That sensual smile grew bigger and Xander found himself squished between Spike and the crypt.
“Ain’t denying you’re a nummy treat, pet. Just had a few other things in mind.”
Xander’s expression was caught halfway between aroused and seriously not amused.
Spike sighed and backed off. “And besides, I’m on a short leash.”
“What does that mean?” Xander asked.
“Angel,” Spike explained. “He’s helping me out. I just gotta keep my nose clean until we’re done.”
“Done what? What have you been doing the last two weeks?”
Spike shrugged. “Long story, luv. You’d better get back. Slayer’s gonna think you dug a hole and fell down.”
Xander nodded and edged away.
“I ain’t gonna, you know,” Spike said just as Xander was about to leave.
“What?”
“Hurt you.”
“But you’re evil,” Xander pointed out. Quite rightly.
“Not disputing it.” Spike shoved his hands in his pockets and looked for all the world like a man without a care. “Don’t mean I kill everyone I come across, though. And, erm, I quite enjoyed our little chat. Thought maybe you’d like to do it again.”
“You…? Me?”
“Yeah. All the other vampires want to talk about is blood and death and torture and, well, been there, done that, bought and wore out the bloody t-shirt. Gets boring, you know? And as for Angel, I’d rather have a conversation with a goldfish. At least they forget your sins instead of reminding you over and over.”
Xander grinned.
“What do you think, luv? Fancy it?”
“Can we Angel bash?”
“’Course! Literally, if you like.”
“Okay,” Xander said, a touch dubiously. “Some place public, though. Tomorrow night?”
“Can’t you make your excuses and duck out now?”
Xander shook his head. “No way. It’s getting late, and I got school and stuff.” He needed time to think and time to give Xander junior a good talking to. He was misbehaving.
“Ah, yes. The fake test. Those two are gonna brain you in the morning when they find out.”
“That’s okay. I fight vampires and demons on a nightly basis. I can handle a couple of angry …” That was just so wrong! Vampires and demons weren’t nearly as bad!
“Having second thoughts about that, luv?”
“Wouldn’t you?”
Spike held up his hands. “Never mess with a bird. It’s one of my mottos. Anyway, you run along, pet. See you tomorrow?”
“Definitely. Shall I meet you here?”
Spike chuckled quietly. “You call this public? You really have got a death wish, haven’t you? How about seven o’clock, at the Espresso Pump. I’ll have something hot waiting for you. And a drink,” Spike added with a wink.
Most of Xander ignored the comment. “And you’ll tell me about what’s going on with you and Angel?”
“I’ll tell you whatever you want to know.” And Spike truly meant that.
**
“I’m crazy. That’s the only explanation,” Xander said to his own reflection. “Yeah, okay, let’s meet a vampire for coffee and a chat. You are one big dumb-ass, Xander Harris. You realise, of course, this is the craziest thing you’ve ever agreed to? Apart from that time you agreed to race Billy Addison down Mercer’s Hill in a bathtub.
“He is so playing you.” Xander ran his fingers lightly through his hair, ruffling it into dramatic tufts. “And what are you going to do about it?”
“Xander!” Jessica Harris called.
“What?!”
“Can I come in?”
“Sure,” Xander sighed.
The door opened a crack and a head peered cautiously around it. “Have you finished in the bathroom, Xander?”
“Yeah.” After an impromptu vampire attack, Slayer and Slayerettes had returned to their respective abodes covered head to toe in dirt. Xander’s resulting bathroom stint had tripled its normal time. “Go ahead.”
“Thank you, sweetie.” Jessica opened the door further and stepped right into the room. “I really don’t know what you do in there that takes so long.”
Xander hesitated in providing an answer. How did you explain demon fighting and Slayers?
“Oh! Oh. Oh. I shouldn’t ask questions like that, should I? What do I think a teenage boy does in the bathroom for so long?”
The demons would have been better.
“Oh, jeez, Mom. Do you have to…?”
Jessica held up her hands and began backing out of the room. “Sorry, sorry. So, you said you’d finished in the bathroom?”
“Yes!”
“Alright! No need to bite my head off.”
Xander covered his face with his hands and prayed to a higher being that he would never embarrass his own children like this. “Mom,” he whined. “Could you please just get out? I’m in the middle of a crisis.”
“I’m going! I’m going! Now, go to bed. It’s late. You have school in the morning.”
“I know. I will,” Xander said, his patience wearing dangerously thin.
“Good. And don’t forget to brush your teeth.”
“I already did!”
“Good boy.” The door closed, Jessica Harris firmly on the other side. “Have you finished with the bathroom?”
“YES!!”
Light, slippered feet padded unsteadily down the hall. “Good night, hon.”
“’Night, Mom.”
Xander flopped down on his bed and stared up at the ceiling. There was no way he was going to be sleeping anytime soon. As if the ‘Spike’ thoughts weren’t bad enough, now he was going to have his mother crashing about at all hours. Not that it was particularly unusual, but things had gotten worse in the last two weeks. It seemed the celebration of his father’s promotion was still in motion. Not that he had any right to complain. The celebration also meant that he got pizza every other night, and not just because his mother couldn’t be bothered to cook but because his father wanted to save her the trouble and his father wanted to treat him.
Celebrations were good. Sometimes.
Sleep was good.
School was bad.
Vampires were bad.
Spike was bad to the bone.
Spike was also very hot. And if the wandering hands and lips were anything to go by, Spike was very interested.
Xander desperately wanted to kiss Spike’s soft lips and feel his strong hands touch him and pet him over and over.
That was bad.
Xander Harris, teenager and sidekick to The Slayer, was going to burn in hell.
TBC…
A/N: I think - becuase I have the memory span of a senile knat - that was the first time I've used 'nummy treat'. Yay! ;o)
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Season 1, so contains young Xander. Some parts may contain mature themes, violence, and graphic sex. You have been warned! Also, this fic is likely to be very long and will be updated whenever the muse feels like it.
Summary: Teenage life on a Hellmouth. Where else did Xander expect to bump into a hot spikey vampire?
Beta'd by
kitty_poker1Written for my darling
amejisutoPrevious parts are HERE
The night was warm, typical for Southern California during the summer months. Yet despite the mild weather and the lingering warmth from where the sun had recently been, Willow still felt the need for a sweater. Blue, fuzzy and looking like it was either pulled from an attic or recently knitted by a kind grandparent, it still wasn’t enough to keep a chill from reaching her bones.
Xander looked up and smiled at his friend. “Mr -” He leaned forward and checked the name on the gravestone he’d chosen to lounge against, “ - Lavis walk over your grave, Wills? You can hardly blame him. We’re sitting on his.”
Willow shivered again and tried to concentrate on the textbook in her lap. “It’s creepy, Xander. Don’t you think? It’s dark and quiet and, well, that’s the night for you, but that doesn’t mean I have to like it.”
“What’s not to like?” Buffy asked as she sat down on the ground and pulled out a metal nailfile.
“You’re filing demons to death now?” Xander asked. “That’s new and…odd.”
“I broke another nail,” Buffy clarified without looking up from her task. “It’s okay, though. I wasn’t the one that broke a neck.”
“A neck?” Willow swallowed down what would have been a whimper. “I don’t think I want to know.”
“Any vamps?” Xander asked Buffy once she’d finished filing.
“One or two. Three or four.”
Willow put down her book. “Let me guess, no vamps in robes?”
“Nope.” Buffy sighed and crossed her legs on the grass. “No vamps in robes. No vamps with weird symbols. No vamps chanting or praying or lighting incense. And no sacrificial virgins. Nada.”
“And yet that should be a good thing,” Xander pointed out.
“So why does it me extra spicy wiggins?” Buffy looked around her, a final check of her immediate surroundings before she diverted her attention to her homework.
It was Willow who provided the answer to the question. “Because quiet means ominous and ominous means something bad is going to happen. It always does.”
“And it’s been quiet for two weeks,” Buffy said. “That’s a whole lotta quiet. Meaning a whole lotta bad.”
“Or a whole lotta nothing,” Xander argued. It was true that they’d turned up nothing in the two weeks since Giles had uncovered the symbol and the name of the demon Goddess behind it. It stood to reason that these were just a small pack of vampires playing in the big league. The demon being worshipped didn’t matter – could have been Tony the Tiger, for all these vampires cared. It was just a game.
Then again, this was the Hellmouth. Or one of them, at least. It was just as likely that eternal darkness was just around the corner.
But fear and the spreading of wiggins was not Xander’s style. Today. “Anyway, I say to hell with those Goddess worshipping loonies. Why worry about that when we have…” Xander stopped and gazed off into the distance. Standing across the cemetery, maybe fifty yards away, was Spike.
Not stalking, creeping or lurking, Spike stood behind a headstone, grinning happily and waving merrily.
Xander started his sentence again, determined to keep his friends’ backs to Spike and their attention on something engrossing. “Why worry about all that when we have…that test tomorrow.”
Buffy perked up. “Test?” She turned to Willow, “Test?” then back to Xander. “Test? Who said test? I didn’t hear test? There’s a test? Why wasn’t I informed? There was no informing!”
“Xander, I don’t remember anything about a test tomorrow,” Willow said dubiously.
“That’s because it’s a secret test. Uh, I mean, a surprise test.”
“Then how come you know about it?” Willow asked.
Buffy’s eyes were wide with fear. “Yeah, Xander. How come?”
“I – uh – heard about it…on the grapevine? On the streets. The hall…locker room! I heard about it in the locker room. The place was buzzing with…test fever. And some kind of parasitical foot disease, but I won’t go into that.”
Now it was Willow’s turn to look fretful. “What test is it?”
“Books,” Xander answered immediately and a little too casually.
“Books?” Willow asked. “What books?”
Xander pointed at the textbooks spread out in front of them. “Books,” he said again. “Those books. And, um, the stuff in them.”
Willow and Buffy looked down at the said books at the same time. “Oh,” they said.
“Okay, so while you’re doing that, I’ll just be over there answering the call of the wild.”
Buffy looked even more confused. “Huh?”
“I have to pee,” Xander clarified.
“Oh, right.” Distracted, Buffy flicked through her textbook and waved Xander away. “Go for it. But don’t go too far.”
Xander got up and began making his way over to a madly grinning Spike. “I won’t.”
“And scream if you get accosted by any vamps.”
“I’ll try.”
“And don’t pee on anyone’s grave.”
**
Spike opened his mouth and nearly began a friendly greeting. Instead, he was unceremoniously dragged behind a nearby crypt.
“What in the hell are you doing?!” Xander hissed. “Are you wanting to get on the dusty end of a Slayer Strike?”
The suddenly startled expression slowly melted into something else. “Didn’t know you cared, luv.”
“I don’t,” Xander said quickly. “I just don’t want Buffy – stop laughing – to find out about us.”
“Us?” The grin spread.
“No, no. Not us as in us. Us as in us talking and me telling you stuff about Angel that I really shouldn’t have been telling.” Not that he’d told Spike anything that could do any harm but, still, it could be seen as batting for the other side. Or something less gay sounding.
“Ah, don’t worry about that, pet. I wouldn’t tell on you.” Spike sidled closer. “Our little secret, yeah?” he whispered in Xander’s ear.
Xander swallowed. “Okay. Uh – so what are you doing here exactly? In the cemetery. At night. Vampiring?”
“Vampiring?” Spike asked.
“Yeah, you know, prowling and pouncing and grrr and stuff.”
Spike raised an eye-brow. “Do I look like a cat?”
“Yeah, you look like Iddles, the Cream Point Persian from two doors down. All you need is a pink studded collar and you’d be a dead ringer.” The sarcasm was thick but it only served to increase Spike’s amusement.
“Is that right, then?” Spike pressed his lips together in a sort of pout that made his cheek bones sharpen. “Don’t mind being petted.”
“Um, that was supposed to be an insult, or did that totally escape you?” Xander tried desperately to ignore the man who now stood barely an inch away from him. Cool hands curled around his arms and tugged him closer still. “What…what are you doing?”
“Waiting to be petted,” Spike replied. “Unless you want me to pet you?”
“I…uh…uh.” All Xander wanted was for his brain to kick into gear. Even one coherent thought would do. Just a small one would be more than fine. Soft lips touched his throat and Xander let out the breath he’d been holding and tilted his neck.
He then had a small, coherent thought. “HEY!” Xander shouted, backing up sharply and colliding with the crypt.
“XAN?!” Buffy called from the distance. “YOU OKAY?!”
“FINE!” Xander shouted back. “THORNS!”
The girls giggled and Xander put his hands on his hips and glared at a silently laughing Spike. “What did you think you were doing?!” he hissed. “I helped you and you try to suck my blood! What kind of thanks is that?!”
“Wasn’t going to bite, luv. Well, maybe a nibble. Wouldn’t hurt you, though.”
“Likely story. Just admit it, you want my sugary sweet blood.”
That sensual smile grew bigger and Xander found himself squished between Spike and the crypt.
“Ain’t denying you’re a nummy treat, pet. Just had a few other things in mind.”
Xander’s expression was caught halfway between aroused and seriously not amused.
Spike sighed and backed off. “And besides, I’m on a short leash.”
“What does that mean?” Xander asked.
“Angel,” Spike explained. “He’s helping me out. I just gotta keep my nose clean until we’re done.”
“Done what? What have you been doing the last two weeks?”
Spike shrugged. “Long story, luv. You’d better get back. Slayer’s gonna think you dug a hole and fell down.”
Xander nodded and edged away.
“I ain’t gonna, you know,” Spike said just as Xander was about to leave.
“What?”
“Hurt you.”
“But you’re evil,” Xander pointed out. Quite rightly.
“Not disputing it.” Spike shoved his hands in his pockets and looked for all the world like a man without a care. “Don’t mean I kill everyone I come across, though. And, erm, I quite enjoyed our little chat. Thought maybe you’d like to do it again.”
“You…? Me?”
“Yeah. All the other vampires want to talk about is blood and death and torture and, well, been there, done that, bought and wore out the bloody t-shirt. Gets boring, you know? And as for Angel, I’d rather have a conversation with a goldfish. At least they forget your sins instead of reminding you over and over.”
Xander grinned.
“What do you think, luv? Fancy it?”
“Can we Angel bash?”
“’Course! Literally, if you like.”
“Okay,” Xander said, a touch dubiously. “Some place public, though. Tomorrow night?”
“Can’t you make your excuses and duck out now?”
Xander shook his head. “No way. It’s getting late, and I got school and stuff.” He needed time to think and time to give Xander junior a good talking to. He was misbehaving.
“Ah, yes. The fake test. Those two are gonna brain you in the morning when they find out.”
“That’s okay. I fight vampires and demons on a nightly basis. I can handle a couple of angry …” That was just so wrong! Vampires and demons weren’t nearly as bad!
“Having second thoughts about that, luv?”
“Wouldn’t you?”
Spike held up his hands. “Never mess with a bird. It’s one of my mottos. Anyway, you run along, pet. See you tomorrow?”
“Definitely. Shall I meet you here?”
Spike chuckled quietly. “You call this public? You really have got a death wish, haven’t you? How about seven o’clock, at the Espresso Pump. I’ll have something hot waiting for you. And a drink,” Spike added with a wink.
Most of Xander ignored the comment. “And you’ll tell me about what’s going on with you and Angel?”
“I’ll tell you whatever you want to know.” And Spike truly meant that.
**
“I’m crazy. That’s the only explanation,” Xander said to his own reflection. “Yeah, okay, let’s meet a vampire for coffee and a chat. You are one big dumb-ass, Xander Harris. You realise, of course, this is the craziest thing you’ve ever agreed to? Apart from that time you agreed to race Billy Addison down Mercer’s Hill in a bathtub.
“He is so playing you.” Xander ran his fingers lightly through his hair, ruffling it into dramatic tufts. “And what are you going to do about it?”
“Xander!” Jessica Harris called.
“What?!”
“Can I come in?”
“Sure,” Xander sighed.
The door opened a crack and a head peered cautiously around it. “Have you finished in the bathroom, Xander?”
“Yeah.” After an impromptu vampire attack, Slayer and Slayerettes had returned to their respective abodes covered head to toe in dirt. Xander’s resulting bathroom stint had tripled its normal time. “Go ahead.”
“Thank you, sweetie.” Jessica opened the door further and stepped right into the room. “I really don’t know what you do in there that takes so long.”
Xander hesitated in providing an answer. How did you explain demon fighting and Slayers?
“Oh! Oh. Oh. I shouldn’t ask questions like that, should I? What do I think a teenage boy does in the bathroom for so long?”
The demons would have been better.
“Oh, jeez, Mom. Do you have to…?”
Jessica held up her hands and began backing out of the room. “Sorry, sorry. So, you said you’d finished in the bathroom?”
“Yes!”
“Alright! No need to bite my head off.”
Xander covered his face with his hands and prayed to a higher being that he would never embarrass his own children like this. “Mom,” he whined. “Could you please just get out? I’m in the middle of a crisis.”
“I’m going! I’m going! Now, go to bed. It’s late. You have school in the morning.”
“I know. I will,” Xander said, his patience wearing dangerously thin.
“Good. And don’t forget to brush your teeth.”
“I already did!”
“Good boy.” The door closed, Jessica Harris firmly on the other side. “Have you finished with the bathroom?”
“YES!!”
Light, slippered feet padded unsteadily down the hall. “Good night, hon.”
“’Night, Mom.”
Xander flopped down on his bed and stared up at the ceiling. There was no way he was going to be sleeping anytime soon. As if the ‘Spike’ thoughts weren’t bad enough, now he was going to have his mother crashing about at all hours. Not that it was particularly unusual, but things had gotten worse in the last two weeks. It seemed the celebration of his father’s promotion was still in motion. Not that he had any right to complain. The celebration also meant that he got pizza every other night, and not just because his mother couldn’t be bothered to cook but because his father wanted to save her the trouble and his father wanted to treat him.
Celebrations were good. Sometimes.
Sleep was good.
School was bad.
Vampires were bad.
Spike was bad to the bone.
Spike was also very hot. And if the wandering hands and lips were anything to go by, Spike was very interested.
Xander desperately wanted to kiss Spike’s soft lips and feel his strong hands touch him and pet him over and over.
That was bad.
Xander Harris, teenager and sidekick to The Slayer, was going to burn in hell.
TBC…
A/N: I think - becuase I have the memory span of a senile knat - that was the first time I've used 'nummy treat'. Yay! ;o)