Friends
by Scorpio
*brrrrinnnng*
"Get that luv, would'ja?"
*brrrrinnnng*
Spike glanced up from his magazine to see his Xan-pillow in the midst
of cleaning weapons. He was sitting in the middle of the living room
floor with an assortment of medieval looking toys spread all around
him. Stakes, his axe, a few cross-bows and a large pile of bolts.
There were even an assortment of knives and daggers spread about.
Also included in the mess were a variety of bottles and jars.
Everything from wood oil to metal polish to whetstones and files.
The brown haired young man was currently sharpening an old pole-arm
that Spike had picked up during his time as 'William the Bloody' when
he had toured Europe with his Sire.
*brrrrinnnng*
"Spike... Uh... I'm kinda *busy* at the moment. Can't *you* get it?
Just put down your enthralling copy of... whatever the hell it is
you're reading..."
"Rolling Stone." (TM)
*brrrrinnnng*
"Right. Just... get the damn phone."
Spike arched an eyebrow up at his pet. He had to admit, if only to
himself, that the young mortal *did* look all scrumptious surrounded
by weapons of death and destruction and it *would* be a pity to ruin
such a lovely sight. And the demanding attitude was very cute in a
fluffy puppy learned to growl kind of way. He sighed the sigh of the
long suffering. He was turning into a bleeding marshmallow.
*brrrrinnnng*
Tossing his magazine down, Spike stood up and walked over to where
the kitchen phone with the forty foot long cord hung in it's cradle.
With a flick of his wrist, he lifted the receiver up and walked over
to where his lover sat on the floor. With a grin, he held the phone
out and gently tucked in up under his chin and wedged it between ear
and shoulder.
Xander glared chocolate brown death rays from his eyes. Spike
chuckled and wandered back over to the couch and his magazine.
"Um... hello?"
Absentmindedly flipping through to find his lost page, Spike watched
as a bright happy smile erupted across his pet's face. Curiosity
tugged at his mind. His pet had a few strange notions, so whatever
had the power to make him grin like that would either be very very
good... or very very bad. Of course, being a demon and all, *his*
ideas of which was which differed greatly from most of the Scooby
gang.
"Hey Wills! What's up?"
Spike rolled his eyes and groaned.
"Bloody Cor! What's the witch want now? Not another damn trip to the
woods to forage for more bloody *fresh* spell components? I refuse to
put up with you 'aveing Poison Ivy again! I'll kill you myself if
I 'ave to, luv. You're a right gloomy arse when you're itchy."
Xander covered the phone with his hand and shot him an exasperated
look.
"Spike. Get bent."
"Anytime luv. Anytime."
Xan-pet rolled his eyes and turned back to the phone.
"Yeah Wills. Just a little Vamp humor. Nothin' to write home about.
Someone is just under the false impression that he's a comedian."
Spike took offense at that.
"'ey! I'm a right 'umorous Vamp! Agree with me or I'll rip out your
funny bone and bludgeon you with it."
Spike watched with amusement as Xander made shushing gestures and
listened to the red-headed witch babble over the phone.
"Sure Wills. No problem."
Spike snorted as Xander nodded his head in agreement to whatever it
was Willow had said.
"Speak up mate. She can't 'ear the bloody nuts and bolts rattlin'
around your bloomin' skull."
His lover flipped him the bird, but otherwise didn't pay attention to
him. He was still on the phone with the witch.
"No problem Wills. We'll be there right after sunset."
More silly nodding. Spike managed to refrain from calling his lover
on it though. He was too busy wondering just what Xander had
volunteered them for. The witch and her lover were both shy sweet
girls who appeared to be shrinking violets to any who looked at them,
but Spike knew better. He'd been along for their adventures before
and those two were almost as dangerous to hang around as his Xan-pet.
"Okay. See you then Wills."
With a great heave, Xander shoved the large weapon off of his lap and
lurched to his feet. He walked over to the kitchen and hung up the
phone. He pulled two beers out of the fridge and wandered back over
to Spike. Spike took the offered brew and pulled his lover onto his
lap.
"So, what's the witch 'ave planned for tonight? Demons? Poltergeists?
Summoning spells? Kinky foursome?"
Spike chuckled when Xander choked on the last suggestion. His pet
turned a bright red and Spike idly wondered if it was because the
idea was repulsive to Xander or if it was because the idea was a turn
on. He promised himself to explore that idea in depth later. But for
now...
"No Spike. Nothing like that. Um... actually. Wills needs our help to
put something together and then she promised to host a movie-night
type thingy. Popcorn with extra butter and everything."
Spike raised one eyebrow. Movie night?... Popcorn?...
"But, but... I *like* slaughtering demons!"
~~~
Spike watched with extreme boredom as Xander hooked up the last of
the connections for Willows new TV-VCR combo unit. He pouted. This
was not fun. He was fighting the temptation to start messing around
with the witches spell stuff just to have something to do, but he
figured that playing with incomprehensible magick should be a *last*
resort to boredom intervention.
"Ya know. It's a good thing that you're strong enough to move this
whole entertainment center with everything hooked up. It's *so* much
easier to put together when it's not all mashed up against the wall
already."
Spike rolled his eyes at his lover.
"Yea for me..."
Willow walked over and gave him a small smile and patted him gently
on the arm. He turned to look at her and raised one eyebrow in
question.
"Oh, it's not so bad Spike. I mean, I know you like to patrol and
all, but, you know, we mere mortals need to take time to just, well,
*be*. A night of calm to recharge the old batteries, so to speak. I
promise that we'll all go out and look for big mean nasty thingys to
kill tomorrow. Besides, I think that you'll, um, like the movie we
got. It's, um... called Aliens. See, 'cause Tara and I figured we
should at least *try* to find a movie that, um, you'd enjoy since you
are being all, well, helpful."
Spike grinned.
"Red. You're cute when you babble, but I *still* don't know how you
manage to say that much and still *breathe*."
Spike's grin grew even wider when she did that 'I know I'm blushing
like a school-girl, but I refuse to admit it' thing with her face. He
was about to comment some more when his Xan-pet announced he was done
and that Spike could now move the large and heavy piece of furniture
back into place.
~~~
The movie had started out sorta slow, but it was now beginning to
pick up in excitement and drama. The body count was rising and the
hero's were now on the verge of finding the alien. The alien reminded
Spike of T'rothin Demons, but that was okay. He was curled up on the
witches day-bed with his Xan-pet sprawled out between his legs with
his warm back pressed against Spike's chest. He was comfy, warm and
he was watching a violent Demon-type thingy slaughter stupid humans.
Not as good as patrolling, but he'd spent worse evenings during his
unlife.
Suddenly, a flash of movement and a sensation of warmth caught his
attention. He looked over to the side only to see the witches cat,
Miss Kitty, come walking along the back of the day-bed. It was a
young cat, more of a kitten really, just a ball of fluff and claws
and curiosity. Spike watched silently as the animal wandered along
the length of the back cushions until it reached his arm.
Then the fuzzy little beast began to sniff at him. The kitten's cold
nose and long whiskers tickled and it was all he could do not to
start giggling. As Miss Kitty sniffed along the length of his wrist,
she stepped up on his hand with two tiny little paws. Spike grinned
at the soft weight. Slowly, the little kitten walked up the length of
his arm until she had reached his shoulder. Once there, she curled up
in a little ball of fluff and began to purr.
Loudly.
Spike raised up one eyebrow and flashed a toothy smile at the animal
cuddled up under his sensitive ear. She sounded like a small engine
in overdrive. Careful not to knock her off, Spike settled down into
the cushions and turned back to the movie. He wasn't even aware that
he had started to purr right back at her in return.
So there they sat in front of the telly. A mortal human curled up in
the lap of a purring Vampire who held a purring kitten tucked up
under his ear with two witches grinning at them in the dark. It was a
good night.
END