We're out patrolling and for once Spike is with us. Ok, so we happen to be patrolling in his cemetery but we were just walking along and he showed up to help. I can't believe I'm saying this and someone, please, shoot me dead, but I kinda missed having him around. I don't know, I guess I sort of started to like hanging out with him. And I know what you're thinking. You're thinking 'yeah, but not for his sparkling conversation and charming manners'. And you can just shut up, because, I'll have you know, I started to like hanging out with him before we got all groinal. I mean, it's nice spending time with someone who actually appreciates the true skill and finesse involved in WWF Smack Down. Someone you can burp and fart in front of without having to blame Miss Kitty Fantastico. That cat has more gas than Billy Johannsen in fifth grade.
And I am so not missing him because of the groiny stuff. In fact, I am pretending the groiny stuff never happened. Particularly the stuff that involved my groin and Spike's ass. As far as I'm concerned if the groiny stuff never happens again I for one will be a very happy man.
And if you say "protesting much Xan?" one more time I am seriously getting a lobotomy.
I gotta stop talking to myself.
~~~
Well isn't this just cosy. Me and the remaining three members of the Scooby Gang out for a midnight stroll and a spot of violence against my fellow demonkind. I seriously need a life. So I was bored. So stake me. I heard the Slayerettes a mile off and decided to give 'em a hand seeing as they were making so much bloody noise a completely deaf, blind and stoned vampire would know they were coming. And I don't like their chances if something decided to have a taste of them. Was better when the Watcher was still around, least he kept them in line a bit. Although having to continually save his arse was getting on the tiring side.
"So, the cable guy finally decides to show up today," Harris is saying. "It took him two whole hours but now you are looking at the proud receiver of over one hundred shiny new channels." The witches make appropriate sounds of approval.
"So Spike," the whelp says. I look over at him. "Want to come back and watch some of that whacky international sport later?"
He's inviting me over to his place. To watch sport. I look at him suspiciously. Since when does Harris invite me over to his place?
~~~
Spike's looking at me suspiciously. Oh crap... he thinks that... and he thinks I'm asking him because... Oh crap. That is so not why I'm asking. I can't exactly make that clear though because Willow and Tara are like right here. And I have a strict no mentioning recent acts of gay experimentation around ANYONE policy.
"You want me to come over to your place, which I have never been invited into before, to watch sport?" he asks.
"And yet you sound surprised," I say. Hiding major embarrassment and panic behind humorous tone of voice, very good Xander.
Spike's still looking at me suspiciously. Does he want to come or not?
"So what do you say, all that cable's a-wasting?"
~~~
The whelp looks serious. I think he actually wants me to watch sport with him. Not that I'm complaining mind. Good to have someone to hang out with, and the kid's not bad company. Yeah, I know, I said it before and I'll say it again. I've gone soft. Bloody glad he's not acting all awkward and weird after last time. Bloody stupid that was. Yeah Spike, lift your shirt for some kid just because you feel a bit horny. Pillock.
I take out a cigarette and light it, considering.
"Yeah," I say. "Why the bloody hell not."
And if it is just a ploy to get into my knickers again, well, good luck to him.
He'd better have beer.
~~~
I let Spike into my flat. He looks around and sniffs.
"Better than the basement," he says then shrugs off his duster. I've never noticed before how naked Spike looks without that coat.
"So, you want a drink?" I say, moving to the kitchen. "Sorry no blood but I have bruskies."
"Yeah, that'll do," he says. I hear him turn the television on and start flicking through the channels. "Ever notice how you have a hundred and fifty channels and nearly a hundred and forty of them are showing Gilligan's Island?"
"Hey," I say. "Don't knock Gilligan. It takes a lot of guts to wear white bell bottoms."
Spike chuckles.
"Says the bloke who actually believes that orange is the new pink."
I laugh. "And fashion tips from the man who saw Billy Idol in concert in 1975 and said, hey there's a look?"
~~~
The whelp hands me a beer, takes the remote out of my hand and sits down next to me.
He flicks around until he finds what he's looking for: Manchester United vs Liverpool. I could kiss him.
"Does this meet your approval?" he asks.
"That will do VERY nicely," I say.
~~~
I figure that if I want Spike to hang around and watch sport with me and NOT bitch I'd better choose something he likes.
And apparently mission accomplished because he is into the game already.
~~~
Oh you moron! I can't believe you missed! Play football, Beckham, you prat!
~~~
Ok, I admit it, it's a pretty good game. I'm getting with the getting into itness. It's a bit hard not to with Spike yelling in triumph or hurling abuse at the television set every two minutes. I don't think I've even heard some of those words before. He's on his feet, pointing at the screen now, asking if I saw that and casting doubt on the referee's ancestry. I suddenly begin to understand why English soccer fans have such a reputation.
But oh yessss! Fucking score!!!
Ok, I admit it, I'm having a fucking excellent time too. Glad I asked Spike to watch this with me.
~~~
I have to chuckle, hates English football does he? Harris seems to be enjoying the game well enough. He asks me questions every now and then about it. And all right, I admit it, once I high fived him, which I will deny strenuously if he tells anyone.
Heskey you sneaky little bastard!
~~~
A couple of hours later the game ends and Spike is elated. Manchester United won. Apparently it's a big deal. Aside from the fact that I was rootin' for them too, I'd hate to see him if they'd lost. He sinks back into the lounge chair and there's a soft satisfied smile on his face.
"That was bloody brilliant," he says.
I stand up quickly. "Another beer?" I ask.
~~~
I watch as Harris walks past me. I flick through the channels while he gets a beer. That was a fucking brilliant game. There's a knock on the door.
"Hey Spike, can you get that? It'll be the pizza," he says.
"When did you order pizza?" I ask.
"I think it was right about when you were calling Robbie Fowler a goat shagging arse licker."
I chuckle. That explains why I didn't notice. I pull open the door and relieve the pizza delivery boy of his burden.
"Hey Harris, got any cash?" I yell out, just to see the terror on the pizza kid's face. I go and put the pizza box on the coffee table and fish through my pocket. I hand the kid the cash just as Xander comes over.
"I've got it," I say and shut the door on the pizza kid.
"And William the Bloody actually pays for something. I must be in an alternate universe."
"Ha bloody ha, Harris, who bought you that beer at the bronze the other day?"
~~~
Can I gulp now? Oh yeah... the beer at the Bronze. And we all know where that led, don't we subconscious? The image of Spike bent over the back of his couch flashes through my head. Don't go red. Don't go red. Oh crap, I feel my ears burn.
I slap Spike on the arm.
"Now you only owe me four hundred and ninety-nine beers," I say, not looking at him. I hand him the bottle I'm carrying. "And make that an even four hundred and fifty." I take a swig of my own bottle.
"Ta, pet," he says. I suddenly have a coughing fit.
~~~
I said pet, didn't I? Bugger. Harris looks like he just had a coronary. From that reaction, I think it's safe to say he had no ulterior motive for inviting me here tonight.
I chuckle and say "What's the matter Harris?" and slap him on the back as if I was joking and it wasn't some Freudian type slip that comes from that thought I just had. The one I got after I stupidly reminded myself about the last time me and Xander Harris were together. Wouldn't mind, cause I like a good fuck as the next bloke, but it's Xander Harris. The kid's cannon fodder. He's the sidekick for fuck's sake. I'm the Big Bad, a master bloody vampire and I can't stop thinking about some human boy fucking me up the arse. Well I can forget about it. I have forgotten about it. I haven't thought about it all evening. Not even when Xander was yelling at the tele alongside me and getting all hot and excited.
I'm going to eat this pizza.
~~~
I wipe my eyes. Beer went down the wrong way. I think he was joking. I hope so, because my plan for tonight was to have a nice platonic non-groiny night in with a male friend. Cause I can, just spend time with a guy, without wanting him to suck my cock. Ok, so I haven't quite resigned myself to batting for the other team yet.
I'd better eat some pizza before Spike takes it all.
~~~
I take charge of the remote and I flick through all the channels.
"Hey, hey, stop! Back, back," says Xander suddenly. I pause and flick back until he says "There, stop."
"You bloody geek," I say. It's Star Trek Voyager.
"Hey, I don't insult Passions. Oh wait I do, but hey this is a good show."
"I didn't insult the show lame brain, I insulted you. Happen to like this one."
"You do?"
"Yeah, got that chick in it, what's her face, Seven of Nine."
"Really, I thought you'd be a Janeway man myself."
"Janeway has that disciplinarian thing going, but she doesn't look as good in tight silver suits."
Xander nods in agreement. "Oh yess," he says.
And that boy is worried about his sexuality.
~~~
Trouble is, now I've thought about Spike, me and sex, it keeps popping into my head. I'm suddenly very aware of him sitting next to me. My jeans tighten. And I can't kid myself that it's because of Jeri Ryan.
~~~
I notice Xander shift a bit next to me. A certain scent hits me. He's aroused. And what with some things I've been remembering and all, I feel myself get hard. Wonder if the whelp fancies a shag?
~~~
Ok, I'm horny. I'm horny because I thought about when I had sex with Spike. I'm horny thinking about Spike sitting next to me, and the fact that we had sex. There, I've admitted it. See I can deal with the whole he's a guy, I'm a guy issue. Not quite sure about the whole anal penetration of me thing though. And Spike said it was my turn next, so I'd better be sure about this before I mention it. That's even saying he's interested. Cause he's not exactly acting as if he wants to get close and personal. I still have no idea why he let me do him last time, except maybe from the sounds he was making at the time. Guess it mightn't be that bad. Oh crap, if I do mention it, he'll think I only asked him here so we could get up to wild sex monkey stuff, which wasn't why at all. I honestly wanted to watch soccer with the guy.
Oh shut up.
~~~
We watch tele for a bit more but all I can focus on is Xander sitting next to me. I notice him glance at me and I shift a bit so I can see him more. All right, so I find him sexually attractive. So bloody what. Doesn't mean anything 'cept I wouldn't mind shagging him again. It's only sex. We watched a good game of football, had a laugh, why not have a couple of orgasms to finish off the night? It's just a bit of fun. I glance over at him again. Wonder if he wants to fuck. He's probably only aroused cause of that chit prancin' about in her tight lycra. Still...
"Oh fuck it," I growl and in a sudden move, I'm leaning over Xander, an arm pressed into the couch on either side of him. I kiss him very firmly, in no uncertain terms, my tongue snaking into his mouth, raking against his. Then I pull back and flop back into my seat.
"There," I say. "Now, you can either ask me to leave or we can do something."
~~~
I guess that answers that question. Ha ha, Spike made the first move. He wants me. Oh fuck. Spike wants me. Oh... Spike wants me.
I stretch back on the lounge and look at him.
"What do you mean by something?" I ask, stalling for time, and also trying to look as cool and casual as him.
Spike stretches back too and smirks at me. He glances down at my crotch. Oh yeah, obvious erection.
"I don't know Harris, a little bit more experimentation perhaps?"
Then a brilliant idea hits me. One that doesn't involve my ass.
~~~
The whelp actually looks me over. And I find myself getting harder.
"Ok," he says. "I've thought of something that we haven't done yet." And he gets up and walks over to me.
"Oh?" I ask.
"Yeah," he says and kneels between my legs.
You gutsy bastard Harris, didn't think you had the stones. And then he undoes my belt.
~~~
Spike inhales sharply when I unbutton his jeans and take him out. Ok, this can't be that hard. Uhoh, sudden performance anxiety. Spike was fucking great at this. What if I'm crap? Can't back out now though or he'll give me so much shit. Ok, I know what I like, I figure I'll just try and do that to him.
I stroke him a couple of times firmly and he shifts forward on the couch. Have I mentioned how big Spike is? He's not ridiculously, x-rated cartoon big but he's definitely above average. He's also uncircumsised. Never played with one of those before. I pull back the foreskin gently then stick out my tongue and take an experimental lick.
~~~
Ohh yes Xander, that's a good boy. Do that. For some reason his hesitant exploration of my tackle is hotter than if he got right to it. I lean back in the couch and get ready to enjoy the show.
Oh, pet, that's very nice... I let out a little mmm just to show my approval.
~~~
Ok, he seemed to like what I did with my tongue. I cup his balls, fondling them a bit with one hand and hold the base of his penis with the other. Then I open my mouth, take him in and start to suck.
~~~
"Yeah Xander, very nice," I murmur. I grip the lounge beside me to stop myself from losing control and fucking into that warm, hot mouth. He's definitely got the hang of this. I run one hand over his shoulder and over his arm as he starts to increase his rhythm. Oh yeah, I could let him do this all night.
~~~
Man this is making my mouth sore. I never realised how tiring it is. I pull up for a bit and let my hand slide over his erection that's now slick with my spit and his precum. I pump him while work my jaw muscles, trying to relax. Then I bend down and just suck the head of his cock while I stroke him. I caress his balls, and thank fuck, they are getting tight. And man I'm horny.
~~~
"Oh fuck yes Xander!" Oh fuck that feels good. I try not to thrust up into the kid's mouth. He's wearing out, but I'm going to cum any bloody minute now.
"Just a little bit more pet," I say. "Suck me Xander, yeah, like that!"
~~~
I take him all the way in again and up the level of suction. He's bucking against me now and gripping my shoulder. I follow my mouth with my hand, moving up and down. Cause there's no way I'm going to get him all in my mouth. Sorry, no deep throating here. Gag reflex.
I move faster and Spike is grunting and moaning. I let the hand that is fondling his balls slip down a bit into his jeans and I run a finger down along his butt crack.
That does it. He bucks up against me and holds for a second and then I've got a mouth full of cum.
~~~
"OH FUCKING HELL YES!" I shoot into Xander's mouth. "Oh fuck yes! Oh fuck, pet, yes." I sink down and open my eyes and... he swallowed it. He actually swallowed it. I can't help it, I kiss him.
~~~
Spike slides forward and kisses me hard. His tongue sliding into my mouth, and I know he's tasting himself and I press into him, because, you know, so very horny here. And he's holding me, sliding one hand under my shirt at the back and undoing my pants with the other.
~~~
I push Harris back onto the floor and follow after him kissing him and pulling those damn jeans of his down. I pull back from his mouth and move down. Time to return the favour.
~~~
Oh, and if this is the reward I get for blowing Spike, then yes, sign me up for a year's supply of blow jobs. It's even better than last time. I shut my eyes and just let Spike do that thang he does.
"Oh fuck Spike, oh yes!" So I get a little vocal, so sue me, you obviously haven't been paying attention to what that guy can do with his tongue.
~~~
I tug Xander's trousers down more as I suck on his dick. Finally they are off and I sit up and survey him. He's lying there, finger's digging into the carpet, naked from the waist down, cock all hard and delicious. I take him in my mouth and decide to show him another couple of new things.
~~~
Ohspikeyeahpleaselikethatohfuckyes. Oh fuck that guy can suck. Must be a vampire thing. The whole not needing to breathe. He shifts and then he tucks his arms under my thighs lifting my ass and my cock up to him. Oh fuck yes, that feels so fantastic. The Spike's mouth has left my cock and he takes it in one hand, and... my eyes roll back in my head as he sucks on my balls.
I moan. A lot.
~~~
I run my tongue over the whelp's knackers and then gently suck one at a time into my mouth, rolling my tongue over them. He makes sounds that are coming very close to turning me on again. I repeat that a few times then return to his cock for another couple of sucks. I can deep throat you know. I look up at him, lying there, flushed, moaning, his bare legs around me. I sit up.
"Shirt off," I say.
"Huh?" he says, trying to focus. I stroke his cock then take him in my mouth again before releasing him.
"Shirt. Off." I repeat and he blushes a bit then obeys. And now he's before me naked and completely beautiful. I'm hard, my dick is poking out of my jeans and flat against my stomach it's so erect. I run my hands over his thighs, over his stomach, over his chest. I lick his chest and then flick his erect nipples with my tongue. Then I nibble my way down his stomach, down the little trail of hair. Down to his cock.
I want him.
~~~
I buck up against Spike's mouth as he takes me all the way into his mouth and then he lets my cock go again and returns to my balls. Yeah, like that Spike, oh fuckyesplease!
And then he moves down and, HOLY SHIT SPIKE!
"Fuck Spike!" I exclaim.
He runs his tongue over my butt crack once more for good measure.
"You don't like it pet?"
"Oh, I like," I gasp. Then try to laugh. "Who's the ass licker now though?"
He chuckles and then, fuck, he pushes my thighs forward, parting my cheeks and runs his tongue from my balls right down over my anus. And have I mentioned he's still pulling me off?
~~~
Xander bucks against me as I lick him. Like that don't you pet? Like more of that wouldn't you? And I work at him until my tongue enters a little. He shudders and his cock thrusts into my hand.
Damn I need lube.
~~~
I moan and pump into his hand as he licks me and if it didn't feel so good I would be so grossed out right now. But fuck it feels good and I just want more. Suddenly Spike stops and I let out a moan of protest as he gets up.
He laughs at me.
"Be right back ducks," he smirks. And he goes and grabs his duster. Then he's back and he's... oh... got lube.
~~~
I sink down between Harris's thighs again and return to sucking his cock.
"Oh yes Spike! Do that, right there."
I oblige. And then I push his legs forward again, and lubing up my finger run it over his arse. He bucks a bit at the cold.
~~~
Gnnnrghhnah! Oh, crap, oh fuck, oh shit, oh... oh... oh yes, oh man, oh fuck Spike, that feels so good. I grip the carpet and arch up.
~~~
"You like that, don't you Xander, you want my finger up your arse, don't you pet?" I whisper, lifting my lips from his throbbing erection.
He moans in reply and I touch that magic spot again. He bucks into my mouth and I take his whole length in, moving up and down as I stroke in and out of him with my finger. Gently I start working another one in. He's so tight. Don't want to hurt him. Can't hurt him. Bloody chip makes sure of that. Don't want to hurt him.
He moans and gasps a bit, but then bucks into my mouth again and whimpers in pleasure.
Yeah pet, like that.
~~~
Oh fuck yes. It feels so good. So damn nice. Fucking incredible. Spike's fingers stretch me wide, stroking that spot and his mouth takes me in and ohfuckyes, I'm going to cum!
"Oh shit Spike, I'm cumming! OH FUCK, SPIKE!" I cry out and I explode in his mouth, cumming again and again.
~~~
I pull back, swallowing. And then I shift up onto my knees. I reach up onto the couch and grab a cushion and slide it under Xander's back, lifting his arse up towards me. I stroke my cock, watching him. He looks completely shagged. He looks at me and moans a little and his dick hardens a bit. He's lying before me completely naked, arse up in the air, ready for me to take him. I slip a slick finger inside him again, he's tight already. I look at his face and for a moment there's this brief flicker of fear there. Sod that. He moans in protest as I pull out my finger. I want hard and fast. I run my hand over my dick and start to toss off.
~~~
Spike kneels above me, still fully dressed and starts jerking off over me. Huh? I kind of expected him to do me. I thought that's where this was going, after that finger stuff. Actually, after the finger stuff, I wasn't about to say no. But no, he's kneeling above me, gripping my knee tightly as he pulls himself off. It's savage and harsh as if he just wants to cum. He's biting his lip and watching me, running his eyes over me, as if I'm the centrefold of some nudey magazine. And it is so wrong and so fucking hot all at once. And I get hard again and want that hand on my cock.
~~~
Xander reaches down and starts pulling himself off. It's so bloody erotic.
I jerk against my hand and squeeze hard on his knee.
"Yeah love, toss off for me." Oh fuck yeah. Bloody hell, yes, Xander.
I cum watching Xander wank off watching me masturbate.
~~~
Spike cums. He moans and jerks and shoots cum all over me. I don't know how I do it but I cum again soon after and I'm naked, lying on the floor and covered in both of us.
Spike half crawls, half collapses next to me.
"Good idea you had there Harris," he says.
"Yeah, well obviously I'm the brains of this operation," I manage.
And then he kisses me, and it's soft and tender and way too short.
~~~
I pull back from Harris then get up and get him a towel. He's a mess.
He takes it and cleans himself up a bit.
"Thanks," he says and he's sort of hesitant as if he's getting a bit embarrassed and not sure... He looks at himself, and he is pretty bloody sticky, the both of us having just blown our loads on him. "Ok, now that's disgusting. I'm going to have a shower," he says. And I nod. And then, while he's in the shower I leave.
~~~
I come out of the shower and Spike's gone. I'm too tired to care. I'm too tired to think that this is getting to be a habit. I'm too tired to feel guilty and ashamed. I'm too tired to get embarrassed about what we just did. And I'm too tired to feel a happy sort of feeling when I remember watching soccer and blowing Spike.
~~~
I sit outside the whelp's place for too long, having a smoke. It was time for me to go anyway, he'll be wanting to get to bed. Can't be sitting around all evening with him. Will wear out my welcome.
Bloody hell that was a good football game.
Nice bit of work from Xander there too.
~~~
I'm just getting into bed when I hear a knock on the door.
Spike is standing there.
"Forgot something," he says.
"What?" I say.
"This." And he grabs the back of my neck, pulls me to him and kisses me hard and firm. He pulls back and smirks. "And to say, thanks for inviting me to watch football. Bloody great match."
I grin. "Yeah, it's not so bad for a girly-man game."
"You know the problem with you Harris," he says, amused. "You've got no taste."
"Tell me about it," I say. "Now get lost unless you want to end up sleeping here."
"Sod that. You probably snore. In fact I know you do, I spent a lot of nights tied to a chair listening to that racket."
I laugh. "And I am still trying to repress those blissful months when I was stuck with you as a roomie."
"You know you loved it," he says as he starts down the stairs.
"Whatever, blood breath," I grin. "See you Spike."
"Yeah, see you." And then he's gone and I shut the door and go to bed.
~~~
Ok. I've invited Spike over again. Cause there's another game on and I thought he'd like it. And besides, it's something to do.
Shut up.
We've just finished dusting a couple of vamps on patrol and Spike is a bit pumped. He's bouncing around like Tigger on speed. I leave him to find the channel and I go make some popcorn and grab a couple of beers. I suppose I should get the guy some blood, but that's just... like... ew. And besides, that would sort of indicate that I intended inviting him over on a regular basis. And though I am sort of enjoying his company, I'm not ready for that 'Spike is my bestest buddy' kind of commitment yet. As for the 'Spike is my sex monkey' kind of commitment I am VERY not ready for that. Although, I must admit, getting more comfortable with the idea. More comfortable as in, not as scared shitless as I was two weeks ago. But that was so not why I invited him back tonight. The thing is, I'm still amazed about how much Spike is NOT being an asshole about the whole thing. He hasn't used it against me or told any of the girls or anything. In fact he sort of acts like it never happened, like it was no big deal.
Which is good. I'm so much over the whole talking about it thing. And I've managed to keep my panic attacks down to a bare minimum. Ignoring the whole sexuality issue rather well too I think.
~~~
I settle myself down comfortably on Xander's couch. I'm looking forward to this match. I'm thinking the whelp wasn't too freaked out by our activities a couple of nights a go. Wonder if he wants to do a little more experimenting tonight? The stupid thing is, I'm actually enjoying this thing we've got going here. The hanging about, the meaningless sexual acts. It's pathetic and I sound like a sad tosser, but these last few weeks there's actually been some moments when I've forgotten that Buffy died. That it was my fault. That everything is dark and pointless. Like I said, pathetic tosser.
Then again, maybe I'm just a whore, who'll do anything to watch a Manchester United match.
"You making popcorn?" I say as the scent of it wafts out from the kitchen.
"Yeah, you eat popcorn?"
"Course I bloody eat popcorn. Eat anything, me." Happen to like most food actually. Gives me something to do.
"Yet you won't give up that nasty blood drinking habit."
"Eating doesn't sustain a vampire, numbskull, need blood, like a transfusion. Don't have our own blood. All borrowed."
"Oh, and there I was thinking it was just a quirky lifestyle choice."
I chuckle, then say sourly.
"Yeah well, it's not a bloody choice to drink it out of sodding plastic bags, let me tell you."
~~~
I walk into the lounge while I'm talking to Spike.
"Maybe you could get like an intravenous drip or something, then it wouldn't be so gross." I warm to this idea. "Hey! Check yourself into hospital and say you've got that disease, the one where you bleed all the time, and you're anemic!"
"So anemic, in fact, that I haven't even got a bloody heartbeat!" Spike and sarcastic, how could I forget?
"You may mock fang boy, but I can see it now: Doctor, Doctor, we need blood -quickly! This man is pale!"
Spike looks at me with a perfectly straight face.
"Xander, you want to wear a nurse's uniform for me some time?"
And is it just me or did that just sound sexy? Oh, it's just me.
~~~
I chuckle, Harris turned bright red. Yeah, call me pale, whelp.
"That's it, I'm holding the remote," he says and disappears back into the kitchen. I hear the microwave beep.
I settle down on the couch. The match is about to start. And of course the bloody power goes out.
"Oh bloody hell." The flat is plunged into darkness. The sweet sounds of a roaring football crowd and the pre-game music are cut off.
"Oh, crap," says the whelp in his inimitable style.
"Fuse?" I ask.
Xander falls over something walking into the lounge room. That's right, human, can't see in the dark.
"I'll do it," I say and go and find the fuse box. The fuses seem to be fine and the whole block is in darkness.
"Bloody fantastic," I say.
~~~
Damn. I was looking forward to that game. Not that I'd ever tell Spike that. I suppose he'll want to go home now. I've managed to locate the two candle stumps I own but I can't find the matches, so Spike lights them with his lighter.
"Thanks," I say. I look at him. "So... uh..."
"Got cards or anything?" he asks. He shrugs. "Power might come back on in a bit. Might as well stay in case, maybe catch some of the game at least."
I nod.
"Er... no cards... they're at Wills." I rack my brains. "I've got Operation?" Actually, pulling bits out of people, that might be pretty appropriate.
~~~
We sit around the whelp's kitchen table with two stubs of candles for light. Least he got the popcorn cooked. A box containing a drawing of a naked man with little holes cut in him is in front of us. In the holes are bits of plastic which supposedly represent body parts. You're supposed to remove those bits apparently. The things they make for children these days.
"The object of the game is to get as many parts out without touching the tweezers to the metal." Harris demonstrates and touches the tweezers to the metal. The bloke's nose buzzes loudly.
"I can't bloody believe I'm playing this," I mutter.
"Come on Spike, think of it as disembowelment."
~~~
We play a couple of games and I'm actually better then Spike at it. He's too impatient. He has a scary knowledge of all the body parts though. I refuse to let him tell me any of the events that led to this real life knowledge. I finish off the last crumbs of popcorn. It's pretty fun though. Despite his bitching.
I stretch my leg out and my foot brushes Spike's. He shifts his foot but not away, so that his boot touches my sneaker more. I don't say anything. He doesn't say anything. Operation guy's nose buzzes though.
~~~
This ain't too bad. Bloody annoying fiddly game though. I'm getting frustrated. The whelp is wiggling his foot next to mine. I lift my foot a bit and just run the toe of my boot along the side of his sneaker. Just as he's about to lift the wishbone out of our victim. Oh dear. Did the buzzer go off?
I chuckle.
~~~
Bastard. He is going to pay. I slip off my shoe and wait until he's almost got his bit out then I run my sock covered foot up his leg right to... And oh look, the buzzer went off. Spike just looks at me. Hey, this has got nothing to do with footsies. This is all about competing.
"Let's make this game a bit more interesting then Harris," he says.
"Spike, Operation cannot get more interesting," I grin. "Ok, what do you suggest?"
~~~
I'm serious. Strip Operation. The kid stops laughing and catches up with me. Yeah, pet, follow that thought through.
~~~
Oh. Oh? My jeans get a bit tight. Ok, another good night to be wearing briefs. I know I'm going to win though so that won't be a problem.
~~~
I've got all of four items of clothing on, my shirt, my jeans and two boots. S'alright. The more clothing I lose the higher the distraction factor. Yeah I'm hot. What of it?
~~~
Spike sets the buzzer off and pulls his shirt off with a smirk. Spike, shirtless. I take a deep breath. Have I mentioned Spike is shirtless? In candlelight. Spike and romantic is one of those oxy things but he looks... good. And he's looking at me so fucking coolly, with his eyebrow raised, like he's considering me. I shift a bit. Ok, so I'm experimenting with the whole gay sex thing, doesn't mean I'm lusting after Spike. I'm concentrating, dammit! NOT thinking about Spike kneeling over me, jacking off.
More naked Spike, less naked me.
~~~
Damn, the kid got that piece out. I take my turn and manage to extract the Adam's apple. I stretch back and just as the kid is having his go, I lift my right leg up and run my foot along his thigh.
The buzzer goes off. He glares at me but... off it comes...
"A shoe?"
~~~
"Yeah, like I'm going to start with the big stuff first," I say, grinning at him. "Sorry Spike, I know you're just dying to see my naked deliciousness but you're just going to have play much better for that."
Spike raises an eyebrow, looks me over, then removes the Charley Horse.
~~~
Pretty soon I kick off my second boot. Only jeans left. Harris is down to his knickers. Seems his ability to play Operation is proportional to his level of arousal. And he is very aroused. I didn't even have to see the erection straining at his pants when he dropped his trousers to know that. The scent is enticing. And I'm thinking about what I didn't do the last time. I know I sound like a right big nance, but Xander's chest gleams in the candle light, and he looks almost beautiful. My jeans are tight. One more go, then off they come, and we start playing something interesting.
~~~
I shift in my seat. I'm a little bit nervous and, ok, excited. Spike is watching me and he's got that damn sexy look on his face, the one he gets when we're about to do some very inappropriate things. I take my turn and thank god, get the funny bone out.
Then Spike has his turn, and... bastard! He didn't even try!
"Oops," he smirks as he touches the tweezers directly to the metal. The nose buzzes and Spike stands up. "Guess I lose."
I cough. His erection is obvious. My ears are hot. I watch as with painful slowness he undoes each button on his jeans.
I can't help it. I snicker. Yeah I'm mature.
Spike looks annoyed and a little bit offended.
"What?" he demands.
I shake my head.
"Sorry, just... William the Bloody is giving me a strip tease."
Spike looks at me steadily and I can't read his expression.
"That's not all William the Bloody is going to give you either, lad," he says.
Ok, officially out of my depth. Still watching me, Spike starts undoing his jeans again. Then it springs out and he drops his jeans down around his ankles and kicks them off. Spike is naked. Spike is standing in front of me. Naked. With a hard on. Now would be a good time to gulp. I've never actually seen Spike naked before. I've seen him without pants and I've seen him without a shirt but never without both at the same time. And ok, I admit it I've put the two together and imagined Spike and the nakedness. He's better in real life. He's all taut muscle and the candlelight makes him almost beautiful. And I have to remind myself that this is Spike.
"Uh, yeah, guess you lose the Strip Operation Superbowl," I say.
~~~
Harris lets his eyes flicker over me. It's hesitant, almost shy and might I add, bloody erotic. "That makes you the winner," I say. I don't move. Just stand there. But fuck I'm so hard now it's getting painful. He swallows hard and then gets up.
"So what does the winner get?" he asks and I have to give him credit for having the knackers to do it. The candlelight makes his tan skin gleam and he's flushed with desire. Bloody hell, I want him.
~~~
Spike looks me over and you'd think I was the one naked not him. We're really close now. Too close. I wish my heart would stop racing. Spike doesn't take his eyes off me. He's studying me. And he's looking at me... almost... softly. Then he reaches out a hand and runs his finger tips down my chest. Ok, I shuddered. Then I touch Spike's face and I know I'm trembling, I'm just nervous ok. Because this is different. So different to before.
~~~
Yeah whelp, you want me don't you? Xander looks at me and there's a sudden vulnerability there that makes my figurative breath catch in my throat. His fingers nervously trace over my cheek and I can feel him trembling. And his eyes are all dark and wondering. I want this, I realise. I want this sweetness. Fuck the consequences. We move in closer to each other and then very softly, I press my mouth to his.
~~~
We kiss so gently, it's amazing, almost as if we're both afraid to touch each other, which is weird. I wonder if it's because we're both practically naked? Cause when we were clothed we were all over each other. Now, Spike just presses his open hand to my chest and I rest one hand on his upper arm and with our other hands we cup each other's faces and we kiss.
Oh fuck it feels so nice. It's so incredibly tender it's almost painful. I don't know if I've even ever kissed Anya like this. And it's Spike I'm kissing like this, and it doesn't even feel wrong.
~~~
Our kiss deepens and we move closer, press into each other. Mmm nice. I press my hips into him a little more firmly. Xander runs his hand so, fucking, painfully slowly, down my back, down my side, then just... strokes me... so gently. He's kissing me so slowly, so gently. He's bloody doing my head in. This is too fucking sweet. I break from his lips and trail some kisses down his jawline, to his neck, kiss along the pulse point there, sucking, licking. He grips my cock harder. Nice. And although the blood pumping so close to the surface of his skin makes my demon hunger and me harder, he doesn't flinch, just presses against me more and lets out this soft little moan. His other hand grips my arm, holding me to him. I thrust my hips gently against his hand, and make little nips and sucks along his throat, down his collarbone, then back to his lips. I can feel how hard he is, digging into my stomach. I don't think he even realises what he's doing to me. The number of good spots he touches.
"Spike?" he says as I pull away from his lips.
"Yeah pet?" I murmur nibbling at his earlobe. He shivers.
"Oh fuck that feels nice," he laughs a little.
~~~
"Spike?" I try again.
"Yeah?" he whispers in my ear.
"I, uh, I get it. I know this is just sex," I say. I'm not sure what I'm going to say or do and this is so incredibly tender that I need him to know, that I know, that this means nothing to him.
"Yeah, it's just sex," he says and it sounds almost like a sigh. And he stops for a second. Oh crap. Have I fucked up the moment? But then he's back at my neck and his hands are gliding over my body again.
"I just thought I ought to tell you that I get that," I say. "That I know."
"I know too. We're just fucking."
"Good."
Spike licks my ear.
"Can we make love now?"
"Yeah."
~~~
"Uh, bedroom?" Xander asks. "More comfortable."
"Fine by me." And we do that tangled-in-each-other walk to his bedroom. Harris lets go of me when we get there and he pulls the covers back on the bed. It's dark but I can still see him. Neat little thing, this vampire vision. He looks nervous. I go over to him and press myself into his back, wrapping my arms around his stomach. I kiss the back of his neck.
"Ok?" I ask.
He nods and doesn't tremble as much.
"S'alright pet," I say. "I won't hurt you."
"I know," he says. "Just, you know, never done this before."
I grin. "Virgin," I tease.
"Shut up, dirty old guy," but he relaxes a bit and his voice sounds more normal.
"What do you expect?" I say. "I am a vampire. It's our job to debauch innocent young things like yourself."
And then that innocent young thing wiggles his arse against my very hard dick.
~~~
Spike's hands slip down from my stomach and he begins fondling me through my briefs. He starts kissing my neck again and I lean into him. Spike's being so gentle. Which, I know, is weird, but I'm starting to get used to Spike doing stuff I didn't expect. I don't feel so nervous now. Excited? Yeah. Horny? Definitely yeah. Looking forward to doing some more of that stuff I did with Spike last time? Oh yes. Nervous, not as much. And then he runs his tongue... ALL. The. Way. Down. My. Back.
"Gah!" I actually say and shiver because it's ticklish and sends tingles to all the right places. I feel Spike chuckle rather than hear him and then he eases my briefs down and that tongue continues on its merry way.
"Oh fuck!" And I nearly fall over.
~~~
I kneel behind the whelp and stroke him with one hand while I pay some attention to that arse of his. Xander is actually pretty fit. Must be all that construction work he's been doing. Funny the things you think about when you've got your tongue stuck up someone's arse. He grabs hold of my shoulder for support. I work my tongue in and out a bit. Bugger, why don't I ever get the lube ready first?
I pull back.
"Xander, got any lubricant in that bedside cabinet of yours?"
"Yeah," he says breathlessly. "Bottom drawer. Squirty bottle."
I get up and go find it. I grin as I pull it out. "Buying in bulk then pet?" I say.
Xander lies down on the bed. "Well, you know Anya. Liked the sex."
Oh. Yeah.
~~~
Spike climbs on the bed and straddles my hips. He leans forward onto his elbows so he's on all fours above me. It's dark and the only light comes through the bedroom door from the two candles in the kitchen. I can just make out Spike's features. He's looking at me. Then he leans down and kisses me. And it's firm but still very very tender. And yeah, I kiss him back. And then... oh man, that feels good. Spike lowers himself down on me. Our naked bodies touching, his cock touching mine, our tongues down each other's throats. Naked skin against naked skin. We start moving against each other, kissing, touching, rubbing. Remember Xander, friction is your friend. I run my hands over Spike's body, trying to touch all of him. I know I'm moaning, but it's so not like just jerking off. It's like Anya times. And then all too soon Spike pulls away and starts making his way down my body. But hey, that also feels great so who I am to complain? Then that cool mouth is on my cock again and I just shut my eyes and let my brain turn into a gooey horny Xander mess.
~~~
I'm so fucking hard it's not funny, but for some reason I don't want to rush this. I want this to be perfect. I want to make him feel so bloody good he'll be gagging for me. I start making him ready. Gently. Want him to want this. Want to be able to take him.
"Yeah Xander," I purr. "You like that?" I get a whimpered yes and I return to sucking his cock and preparing him with my finger. Not as tense this time. Liked this last time didn't you pet? I slip in a second finger and start to slide in and out, hitting that certain spot so he bucks his cock up into my mouth. I suck him all the way in and then release him slowly as I crook my fingers, just a bit.
"Fuck Spike! Oh fuck yes!"
Yeah, he likes that.
~~~
I shut my eyes and I still see stars. And then he's... three? OHFUCKSPIKE! I'm gripping the sheets so hard. And all I can feel is Spike's fingers and Spike's mouth. It's weird and uncomfortable and so fucking good all at once.
"Oh fuckpleaseSpike!"
"What do you want Xander?" he asks, his voice odd, and tense.
"More... please." He thrusts his fingers in faster and I arch up and groan. "OHfuck Spike!" I want more. I want him, I want more so much.
"Tell me pet, what do you want?"
Oh I get it.
"You Spike, I want you."
And then Spike withdraws his fingers and he's up above me, his cock lightly sliding over mine. He kisses me and all I want is to have him inside me again. I look up at him and he's not smiling and I can just see his eyes looking at me.
"Want me to do this?" he asks and his voice is a bit choked.
I swallow. And I almost can't believe I'm doing this so I decide not to think about it.
"Yeah," I say. "Now. Before I change my mind."
~~~
I lift Xander's legs up around my waist, slipping a pillow under his arse, and add more lubricant. A lot more. Can't have the kid getting hurt. I take his swollen cock and start sliding my lube coated hand over it. Don't want to hurt him. Don't want to hurt him. I concentrate on what I'm doing to his dick rather than what I'm about to do with mine. And then I very, very carefully push. Xander grunts and lets out a tiny whimper. Not trying to hurt him. Not hurting...
"Relax pet, you have to relax. Relax for me Xander," I murmur. He's so hot and tight and OHBLOODYHELL! Oh sweet sodding hell that feels good.
~~~
Relax he says. Fuck. I try, but let me just say, this is not exactly a calming activity.
"GNnrrnnghhngh!" is about the best I can manage as he enters me. Way bigger than the fingers. Oh god, fuck, crap, shit, oh fuck... oh... ohh... oh? I grip Spike's forearm for support. And suddenly, oh fuck that feels good. I've never felt anything so fucking intense. Spike pushes fully in then we're both frozen there.
~~~
I feel Xander shudder around me and I'm, what, nearly a hundred and thirty years old, and I feel like I'm about to cum already. I watch his face and he's looking up at me and holding my arm too tight. I take a breath then slowly pull backwards, Xander moans, and I hope it's a good moan, but the chip isn't going off, but oh fuck that's it, that's so bloody good.
"You ok, pet?"
~~~
I try to find my voice and I know I'm shaking. This is almost too much.
"Yeah, yeah I'm good." So good. This is so very good.
Spike pushes forward again and then he hits that spot. OHGNRGSPIKE! He draws back and I shift my ass forward to meet him when he thrusts again.
~~~
Good boy, yeah Xander, that's it, like that... Xander moves into my thrusts and I'm trying to be gentle but oh damn it all to hell, it feels too good. I'm losing it, I'm not going to last much longer, a stream of nonsense comes out of my mouth.
"Yeah Xander like that love, fuck me. Xander fuck into me, yeah pet, do that, let me fuck you, yeah pet, like that don't you pet..." that sort of bollocks. Oh fuck it feels so bloody good. So hot, so tight. We thrust against each other, me pumping Xander's cock in rhythm with our fucking.
~~~
"Oh fuck Spike, oh please yes, oh yeah fuck me Spike, fucking hell yes," I babble and its dark and I can't see anything except stars and all I feel is being stretched and fucked and pulled by Spike who's above me and in me. I didn't even know guys could have sex like this, face to face.
"Oh fuck Spike!" And he's so fucking big inside me.
Yeah I'm enjoying it.
~~~
We're just grunting now, the two of us, grunting and panting and thrusting and I know we're both going to cum soon, but I don't want to because this feels too bloody nice. And then the lights come back on and I see him properly, see him below me, face flushed with lust and pleasure, lips red, brown eyes glazed. Wanting more. I did that. I caused that.
~~~
The lights flicker on and suddenly I can see Spike. He looks shocked. And I know this is going to sound really gay, but hey I'm taking it in the ass so I don't think it matters, but he's so beautiful, I never noticed how blue his eyes were before, so blue and they're wide and a bit glazed from the sex. And he's just looking at me and I look at him and we just look into each other's eyes and we keep fucking.
~~~
"Xander, oh fuck, I'm gonna cum," I grunt. He thrusts his arse against me as I pull back and I slam into him again.
"Fuck Spike, fuck me, fuck, I'm cumming, OHDEARGODDD SPIKE!"
His muscles clamp around me with his orgasm.
"OHFUCK, OHHELL, OHXANDER!!" And I pull his cock, pumping cum all over us as I cum and cum inside him.
~~~
Spike pulls out of me and then he collapses down on me. I can't move. I'm so completely fucked. Spike groans and pulls himself up and kisses me drunkenly. I kiss him back and we just lie there for a while kissing very soft sleepy kisses that feel like heaven. Spike's arms are wrapped around me and he's stroking me very gently.
"You ok?" he murmurs.
"Mmm, yeah," I manage. It's nice. I think I'll shut my eyes for a little while.
~~~
I must have fallen asleep on top of Xander because the next thing I know I open my eyes and we're lying there all over each other. He's warm. Warm's nice. I don't bother opening my eyes for a while, just lie there and listen to his breathing and his heartbeat. Warm.
Oh bloody hell, the match!
~~~
I wake up with a start as what feels like a ton of vampire jumps on me.
"Wake up, Harris, you're missing it!"
"Huh?"
"The match, Manchester United versus Leeds. Last half." He gets off me.
"Oh." I sit up and blink trying to focus. "You're naked."
"Well yeah, we just had sex."
Oh of course. He smirks then kisses me quickly but still manages to get his tongue in.
I sit up and Spike is gone again. I find my briefs and pull them on then walk on very shakey legs into the lounge room. Spike is sitting my couch, focused on the soccer, completely oblivious to the fact that he's naked. I bend down and kiss him on the mouth then flop down beside him.
He looks a little startled, then grins and turns back to the game. His hair is all sticky up.
~~~
Harris sits next to me still looking half asleep and decidedly shagged. I rest my hand on his thigh and sit back to enjoy the match.
~~~
It's a pretty good game but I'm too tired to get really excited about anything at the moment. And my ass is a little sore, not a lot, but just a bit, guess my muscles aren't exactly used to that. I can't believe I just did that. You know what, I don't care. I'll have an attack of homophobic panic later. I put my arm up along the top of couch and run my hand through Spike's hair, he presses his head back into my hand and he lets me pull him down to rest on it on my shoulder and I drape my arm around him. There, comfortable.
~~~
I tuck my hand under Xander's thigh and rest my head on his shoulder with him resting his head against mine. Yeah, that's nice.
Oi! Fuck you! Blind bloody ref!
~~~
Somehow I fall asleep, which is actually quite a feat, considering all the abuse Spike is hurling at the tv. When I wake up there's a blanket over me and Spike is gone.
It's morning, I'm going back to bed. Don't think I'll be getting up until midday.
The phone rings.
Great, can't a guy get any post-vampire love slave sleep around here?
~~~
I'm sitting in the Magic Box playing Cluedo with Lil' Bit while we wait for the witches to get their spell shit together and for the whelp to arrive. Stupid board games are getting to be habit. Doesn't anyone play chess anymore? Some nasty's been bothering poor innocent little humans and we need to deal with it. Like I care, it's all violence to me. Just looking forward to a nice night out. Haven't seen Harris for a couple of days. Not since the Strip Operation and Leeds match. Wonder if I can get him alone in the training room later and do some more of that experimenting.
The door jangles open and he comes in.
And so does the ex-demon.
They're holding hands.
~~~
"Hey," I say, holding Anya's hand tightly. Maybe too tightly. The others all say hello, looking curiously at Anya.
"Hello everyone," she says. They all murmur a polite hi back and Anya smiles brightly. I know she's a little nervous though. Willow, Tara and Dawn all know I'm back with Anya. They seem cool with it. I look around and see Spike. He's looking at me. And there's something in his expression, but then it's gone. No. No I'm not going to feel guilty. What's to feel guilty about? It was just fun. Just experimenting. Spike didn't care. We were just... I don't know, fuck buddies or something. And I can't believe I just thought that.
Willow comes over and starts explaining about the demon we're chasing. An' gives me a quick hug and another bright smile and heads over to check on her money. It's so good to be back with her. I love Anya. I have great sex with Anya. Anya wants me back. Why wouldn't I be back with Anya? I haven't told her about what happened with Spike. I don't know, after the first time I really wanted to talk to her, tell her about it. But now. I guess, I don't know. I just can't. I figure Spike probably wouldn't want me telling anyone about it either.
~~~
"I see Harris went crawling back to the ex-demon," I smirk to Dawn. She quirks me a smile.
"Yeah they got back together yesterday."
Yesterday. Well's to be expected isn't it? Was just a bit of fun after all. Just sex. Just some convenient orgasms. Could tell he wasn't comfortable about batting for the other team. Obviously went running back to nice safe heterosexuality after that little adventure. Well good. Least I won't have him around bothering me anymore.
I'm going home.
~~~
Uhoh, and time to prepare for fireworks, Anya asks Willow about the shop's records. When An' and I broke up, she left town for a while and Willow took over looking after the shop for Giles. Obviously my honey bun has a few questions. I am so not getting involved in that one. I decide to go over and talk to Spike. Maybe I should have told him first... sort of rather than having him find out like that. Not like we were seeing each other or anything though. It was just something that happened while we were hanging out. He wouldn't care.
I look over to where Dawn is sitting though and Spike's not there anymore.
~~~
Stupid. Bloody stupid. I shouldn't have left. Now the whelp will think I left because I actually give a toss that he's back with his ex-demon chit. I should go back, pretend I went for smokes or something. Oh fuck it. I open my crypt door and stomp inside, slamming the door behind me. I turn on the tv, light up a cigarette and flop down on my couch. I don't care. It was just a bit of fun. Knew the kid was just curious. Had a couple of decent orgasms, nothing to write home about.
True, it wasn't bad hanging out with another bloke either. Can do that at the Bronze anytime though. Not like Xander Harris is bloody special or anything. Could probably pick up some casual sex there too if I had the inclination. Haven't really bothered with that though. Not since Buffy died... not til Harris. Probably why I went for it. Been a while. Just horny. He wanted it, I wanted it, why the hell not. Now he's got the demon girl back to get him off.
I hear the door swing open.
~~~
"Spike?" I ask. He's sitting on his couch in front of the television. And yes. Ok? Yes. I'm here because I feel guilty. Ok. I've said it. Just don't ask me to think about why. I've just got this horrible feeling that I really hurt Spike's feelings. That he left the Magic Box because he was upset or something. Yeah, dumb, hey? It's not like he even has feelings. Well not about me.
"Yeah?" he says and doesn't even look around. "What?"
"You, uh, left?"
"Yeah, forgot my smokes."
"Oh." Good. Cool. That is good. He didn't leave because he's pissed off or hurt or something. Good. "You coming back?"
"Maybe. Witches ready yet?"
"Well Willow was fighting with Anya over the till when I left so I'd say no."
"I'll drop by shortly." He didn't even make a crack about Anya. I wish he'd turn around. Stand up and look at me or something. Something. Should I apologise? He'll just laugh. Ego much Xander? I'm the one thinking this actually is a problem. He just wants his cigarettes.
~~~
I wait for the kid to leave but he just stands there and I'm getting edgy.
"Uh, Spike?" It's that damn tone again. The kind that leads to him saying bloody stupid things.
"What." I know I sound abrupt. I mean to.
"Uh, An' and I are having a sort of party thing on Friday night. You're welcome to come."
"We'll see," I say. "I'm pretty busy. Things to kill, sitting around to do." Why the fuck would he want me to come to his party? More to the bloody point, why the fuck would I want to go?
~~~
I swallow. I'm having this sudden irrational fear that I've fucked up the whole friendship thing we were developing. I suddenly need him to know I wasn't just hanging out with him for the sex. Because, believe it or not, its true. I mean I actually liked hanging out with him. I need him to know this. It's very important that he knows this.
"Spike I just want you to know, I really liked hanging out with you. It wasn't just the wild monkey sex. I thought you should know that." I say. "And, even though I'm back with Anya I'd still like to, you know... hang out."
He doesn't say anything. Fuck. Why the hell does the idea that Spike was only being friendly with me for sex bother me? I mean soulless vampire? Oh yeah and really opening yourself up for a major put down here Xander. Spike's sure to say he was only in it for the sex. I suddenly feel like I'm in highschool again asking if I can sit with the cool kids. I don't know why I thought he actually liked spending time with me.
~~~
I'm getting the let's be friends speech! He's bloody giving me the let's be friends speech! Fuck him. I stand up.
If it didn't make me look like I was gagging for his body I'd tell him I was only hanging out with him for the sex. But bugger, why should he think I gave a toss about his company? Just stupid football and beers. Nothing special.
"Don't bother yourself about it Harris," I say and manage a shrug. "I know you're being a white hat and all, but don't feel you need to keep hanging around for decencies sake. Was just a bit of fun. Forget it. Go back to your girlfriend."
"I wasn't- Right. Yeah. Whatever," says the whelp and I suddenly feel like shit because he looks like I just kicked him. He actually cares?
Oh who gives a fuck. Yeah, what the hell, if he wants to shoot pool and let me watch his cable television, who am I to say sod off?
~~~
"Course if you see anymore Manchester United matches coming up..." Spike says.
Ok, I'll take that as a 'yes, Xander, it would be very pleasant to keep associating with you despite the cessation of our sexual activities'. I can't help it, I do an inner snoopy dance.
"Yeah sure," I say, really casually. "Whatever. So, see you Friday?"
Spike shrugs.
"We'll see." He grabs his pack of cigarettes and inclines his head towards the door. "Better go see what those witches are up to."
He's going to walk back with me? All right I'm thinking about being in dark secluded places alone with Spike which is so not what I should be thinking. Anya naked. Anya naked. Anya naked.
~~~
I walk alongside Harris in silence. Don't particularly feel like being chatty. I'm not pissed off. I'd have to care to be pissed off. If I am pissed off it should be at myself, cause I bloody knew this was inevitable. The whelp's voice breaks me out of my considerations. I was not brooding.
"Hey Spike, I'm going to L.A. in a couple of weeks to see the Offspring. I bought a couple of tickets, you want one?"
I frown and look at him. He starts talking too much, like Red.
"I mean, Anya doesn't even like the Offspring and neither does Willow or Tara. Not that you're my last choice or anything but I thought you might like to come when I bought the tickets and I had to get two then or they'd be sold out. I mean, if you don't want to I'll just scalp them or something-"
He's asking me to go to a concert with him? Maybe the kid actually does like hanging around a neutered old dead bloke. Either that or the whelp's going to a lot of effort to prove he wasn't just hanging out with me for sex.
"Yeah I'll come," I say and surprise both of us. Offspring. Won't be too bad. Least it's not some bloody boy band. Well he is one of the sodding good guys. Must need to salve his conscience. Needs to prove to himself that he wasn't being nice just to get into my knickers. All right, I'm bloody glad. I admit it. I thought that would be it. He'd have his convenient heterosexual shag back and wouldn't want a bar of me. Kind of liked hanging out with him. Watching the football and playing pool. Haven't had someone to do stupid shit with for a long time.
Oh sod off!
~~~
Ok, that wasn't too hard. I mean I was sort of worried there, when I remembered the tickets. Cause I was counting on Spike wanting to go see the Offspring with me and then, the whole getting back with Anya thing... Maybe things will be cool after all. I mean it was just something that happened. Neither of us had anybody. It was just sex. Two guys getting each other off. It was just extra on top of the buddy stuff.
I don't look at Spike and we walk back to the Magic Shop in silence.
~~~
Continues here.