Undertow
Friday, September 1, 2000
"Well, well, well, looky here," drawled a tall, bulked-up male to his
similar-looking friends. "We found ourselves a couple of fags pollution our
beach."
Spike looked at the four men standing on the beach as he and Xander emerged
from the ocean. In warning to play along, he felt Xander squeeze his hand -- the
boy had not let go, as promised, allowing Spike to somewhat overcome his fear of
the... undertow.
"Fags, huh?" Xander scratched his chin with his other hand and glanced
unconcernedly at Spike. "I guess I'm one of those from time to time. What about
you?"
"When I have an itch," Spike confirmed. Xander was taunting the four
gay-bashing jocks, which took balls, considering he and Spike were both naked
and holding hands. Spike was impressed.
"Your kind make me sick," the jock spat. His friends nodded and punched their
fists in agreement.
"Then this should make you puke up your mama's juices," Xander said in an
exaggerated western drawl.
Then, Spike was suddenly being kissed.
Xander used their clasped hands to pull Spike around, snagged the back of the
blond's hair with his other hand, and crushed their mouths together. Spike
hadn't expected it, and he was frozen in shock, eyes wide, as his brain tried to
process the fact that Xander was kissing him. Xander. Was. Kissing.
Him. And that wasn't all that was happening.
White-blue bands of electricity began to wrap around them both, forming a
cocoon of visible energy. Spike could feel the bands tingling, but no more than
what he normally felt when Xander "pushed" electricity under Spike's skin. Spike
could see that Xander's eyes were open, too, and glowing brilliant white behind
his sunglasses, their mirrored surface doing little to hide the glow. And
although he couldn't see it, Spike could feel tiny bolts of electricity dancing
between their mouths as the kiss went on and on.
If this was what happened every time Xander kissed someone, Spike would have
puckered up long ago.
Before the electric cocoon had fully formed, Xander was abruptly ripped away
and flung to the sand by one of the jocks. Spike blinked dumbly, wondering what
just happened, and found himself flying awkwardly through the air. The jocks
were not human, he mentally noted before belly-flopping on the ocean's surface.
He squealed like a girl, sucking in an oceanful of water as the undertow
pulled him beneath the surface. Panicking, Spike flailed his arms and legs as he
was tumbled end over end by the strong undercurrent. Xander's lessons went right
out of his head. He was going to be sucked out to sea, forever lost, dying from
starvation in a weightless, black world. Unless he got lucky and a shark thought
a vampire would make a tasty meal.
Spike felt himself being pulled further and further from shore, and his last
rational thought was, that at least he'd gotten one hell of a goodbye kiss.
End
