You've Got Spike
Part 8
"Whoa. Okay. I'm dizzy. Anyone else dizzy?"
"Nope. How about you, Spike?" Anya grabbed one of Xander's arms and placed it around her shoulders. "Are you dizzy? Or do you feel like me?"
Spike moved closer and draped Xander's other arm across his shoulders. "Donno, pet. How d'ya feel?"
"Like going again!"
"Oo, yeah, pet. One more time."
Xander stopped. "No. Nada. Uh-ah. Not gonna happen."
They dropped his arms and he swayed. "No!" Xander wrapped his arms around Spike and Anya's necks, pulling them close. "It's time for Xander to get stuff. That was the deal." He pointed towards the games section. "Looky. Big fuzzy things. For to be won. To be won for me."
"Just one more time?" Anya pleaded.
"Is that the zipper? It's brilliant, Xander! Anya?"
"Oh, yes, Xander." Anya smiled up at Xander, pleading. "A zipper tab shaped cage and you get to spin and go upside down many, many times!"
Xander jerked their necks. "Taz." He pointed again. "Yonder."
"Ow!"
"Careful, pet."
"Ayn?"
"Yes, Xander?"
"Go get me more cotton candy and a soda, please. Spike and I'll be at the booth with the big giant Taz."
"Fine." She ducked under Xander's arm and turned towards the concession stand. "Big baby. Spike? Want something?"
"Yeah, pet. Large blood for me."
"Cherry coke?"
"Yeah." Spike looked at Xander. "Well, pet? Shall we?"
Xander grinned, still feeling woozy. "We shall. I'm guessing with your whole vampire thing you can win lots of stuff."
"Yes. That's what how we vamps made our mark upon the world; winning carnival games."
"See? And I thought it was the blood-sucking and killing stuff."
"Only our sideline, pet."
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Spike tossed the soft ball in the air, catching it while looking at Xander. "You know these are all rigged, don't you? The bottles are weighted."
"No, no, my friend! It's a fair game, here! Ya get three balls for a dollar and three chances to win a prize! Knock the bottles down and you win a prize. It's *that* easy. Knock down three stacks in a row and win a bigger prize! Just throw, knock 'em down and win!" The carni told Spike. "Look, I'm gonna show you something." The carni reached down and pulled up a bottle. He tossed it to Spike. "Feel that? Does that feel weighted to you?"
Spike hefted it. "No. No it doesn't. Xander?"
Xander took the bottle and tossed it in the air. "Feels fine. Not heavy at all."
The carni nodded. "Now, see? I'm not trying to cheat ya, folks. It's all good fun." He took the bottle back. "So, come on and toss 'em."
"You two do realize that the bottle he gave you is *not* one of the bottles you have to knock down, right?" Anya interrupted them.
"Huh?" Xander jumped. "What? Of course we do! What are we? *Stupid*?"
"Not stupid in the classical sense. Gullible is the word I would have chosen."
Spike snatched his cherry coke and took a sip. "We were just waiting for you, pet."
"Uh huh."
The carni coughed. "Come on, guy. Toss 'em and win yer," He gave Spike, Anya and Xander a look over, spit, took a drink from his Jack Daniels filled can of coke, a hit from his cigarette, exhaled and continued, "Cute couple a prize."
"Well. If it's just that easy." Spike let rip and knocked the bottles down.
The carni spit again and reached for a little fuzzy snake. "Good throw. Here ya go."
"That's very nice, luv, but you keep that. I want to keep going."
"Well, my momma always told me not to tempt fate, but. . .if you must."
"He has two more balls, yes?" Anya asked the man. "And I'm not happy with your little fuzzy worm."
Xander was looking up at the big *big* prizes hanging from the roof of the shanty. "I think I want that Taz. I'm fond of Taz, I mentioned that, didn't I?"
Spike knocked the rest of the bottles over. And then the next set. Paid three more dollars and knocked three more sets down. The carni pulled down a Taz and handed it over as a small crowd began to gather. "Here. Take it and go, would ya?" He hissed close to Spike's ear.
Spike gave the oversized plush toy to Xander. "Well. I would if I could, but that's just for me lad. What of me girl?" Spike asked, tossing a ball in the air. "She'll feel left out if I don't win something for her." Spike turned to look at Anya. "What prize do you fancy, luv?"
"Well, they have Sylvester the cat. He's very clever. And he makes great use of the heavy cast iron frying pans even though cats wouldn't be able to lift them. I enjoy that. But that giant St. Bernard dog is adorable. Look, he's got a barrel on his collar. Win me that, Spike!"
Spike nodded, as if he understood; he didn’t. "Well, then. I've got to win the dog for my girl, don't I?" Spike grinned at the carni, while tossing and catching the ball one handed.
"Knock 'em down, and then go away? Deal?"
"I get the dog?"
"Yes!" The carni spit for emphasis.
"Okay." Spike threw the ball, knocking the bottles down and punching a hole through the tarp in the back of the tent.
"Hell, would you just look at that? Don't know me own strength sometimes."
The carni gave him the evil eye and snatched down the giant dog, thrusting it into his hands. Spike promptly gave it over to Anya, who clapped around the dog.
"Yay, Spike! He's our hero, yes, Xander?"
Xander looked away from his Taz to wrap an arm around Spike's shoulders and leaned down to place a smacking kiss on Spike's cheek. "Yep. My hero!" He batted his eyelashes before turning to look the carni in the eye. "Now! 'Nuff with the girly-stuff. I gotta win my boy a pretty prize."
The carni snatched down a Sylvester and pushed it into Xander's hands. "Just go away and don't come back!"
Xander smiled, took the prize and led his couple away. He gave the cat to Spike. "Good thing for him. He'd have won all my money. Those bottles weigh a ton and my aim is a bit off lately."
"I'm sure you could have knocked something down, Xander. Or maybe you could have hit the dirty man in the head." Anya rubbed her dog against her cheek. "That would have been funny."
"Not true, pet. You throw fine. You've got good aim. Why, didn't you hit my head from across the kitchen, just the other morning? You remember. When I dumped a platter of delicious blueberry pancakes in your lap? Tossed a handful right at my head, didn't you?"
"That was funny, too."
Xander placed his arms around his 'couple's' shoulders and hugged them. "You guys are so cute. Really. I got the cutest couple *ever*"
"Are you mocking our love, Xander?" This was hissed at him.
"No, of course not!"
Taps began to play. Tinny, but Taps all the same.
Xander looked over his shoulder, Anya looked all around for the funeral procession and Spike reached for his pager.
He grinned at the other two, holding out his pager. "It's me. Innit cute? Taps." He read his message. "Well, my pets, looks like Spike is needed." He glanced up to smile at them. "Patty is letting me know we'll have a money maker in an hour." He pocketed his pager and grabbed the rest of Xander's cotton candy, taking a bite. "Shall we go? Someone wants Spike."
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Part 9
"This was *not* the way tonight was supposed to end, Xander." Anya snipped, brushing her hair in front of the vanity mirror.
"What? We had a good time; Spike's making money. You like for Spike to make money, don’t you?" Xander lifted up the sheet and began to climb into bed.
"Yes, of course, you know I do. But this was *our* night. Our date."
"Well, sure, um, wait." Xander paused, knee on the bed. "Our *date*? *Our* date?"
"Don't give me that, Xander. You know. Our date. And our date is ending with Spike talking dirty to a stranger!" She tossed the hairbrush down and turned to glare at Xander. "That's our dirty talk, Xander!"
Xander opened his mouth and said nothing. Opened and closed it several more times.
Anya rolled her eyes. "Seduction of Spike. You weren’t with me on that?"
"Of course I wasn't! I'm with you! I love only you! I want only you!" Xander flopped down on the bed. "That is *so* our dirty talk he's selling!"
Anya rushed to the bed, tackling Xander. She came up straddling him, grinning. "What should we do? Knock him over the head and drag him to our bed?"
"I love the gentle subtlety that your plan so very much lacks, but no." Xander raised his head and kissed her. "What say we do the other thing? We seduce him?"
Anya smiled. "Are you sure? Hitting over the head and dragging does work, you know. And we have clubs."
"We do? Of course we do." Xander waved his hand in the air. "We don't need no stinkin' clubs, you and I! We're cute."
Anya moved down to kiss him with a smile, rubbing her nose against his. "You are, you know. You're very cute, Xander."
"Okay, no lovey-dovey while we plan our seduction of the vampire-phone-whore. I'll feel cheap."
Anya giggled. "What should we do?"
"Well. Doesn't he like us to play cards with him while he takes calls?"
Anya nodded. "He does. He even gets mad at us when we don't. Say's we let him slave away without a thought."
"And *some*one just got pretty new fuzzy knickers."
"Oh! I did! I should put them on, yes?"
"Yes."
Anya got up and ran to her new knickers. "What about you? You don’t have anything new and pretty."
"I need new and pretty to be attractive?" Xander whimpered.
"Oh, hush." She tossed her pajama top at him. "Hey! Wait! *I* need something new and pretty?"
"I was kidding. It was a joke!"
"You're not as funny as I am, Xander."
Xander chuckled. "Put on yer fuzzy knickers. We got us a Spike to get."
Anya stepped into her fuzzy panties. "That was an excellent Spike, Xander."
"Really? What say you and I go find out how good the real thing is?"
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Part 10
Anya pulled on a short, silky, red robe and tied it loosely. "Xander! How's this? Can I do this move?" She sat down, ran a hand through her hair and the silk slid down, exposing her shoulder and the top of one fuzzy-cupped breast. She grinned at him and pulled the robe back up. "What do you think? I've always liked that move. Good?"
"Excellent." He nodded his head, hand cupping his chin. "Maybe cross your legs, too, though." He waggled his fingers at her. "Try it with the legs. Let me see."
Anya grinned and clapped her hands. "Yes, of course." She stood to try out the new move. She sat on the bed, crossed her legs so that the robe parted to her fuzzy-trimmed panties, ran a hand through her hair, letting the top fall to her elbow, and tilted her head. She leaned forward a bit while smiling seductively. She licked her lips. "Wanna play cards with us?" She looked up from beneath half closed eyes.
Xander pointed at her. "And we have a winner!"
Anya grinned and opened her eyes all the way. "It was good, yes?"
"Very. But what about me? I want a sexy opening, too."
"Mine's good enough for both of us."
"No." Xander crossed his arms across his naked chest. "I want my own move."
"Fine." Anya stood and began to pace. She held up her hand. "I've got it. Get the matching robe."
"I'm not doing the slutty robe off the shoulder thing, Ayn. That's a girl thing."
"Just get the robe."
Xander did.
"Put it on."
Xander did.
Anya pulled out her vanity chair and pointed to it. "Okay. Now you just sit down. Just on the edge and sorta lean back and cross your legs."
"Cross my legs, Ayn? No way. Too girly."
"Not in the girl way, Xander, in the manly, ankle on the knee way and lean back and let your stomach muscles ripple."
"Oh, okay. That could be good."
"Do it!"
Xander did.
"Oh, yes, that's wonderful."
"Really?" Xander grinned. "I'm all sexy?"
"Very sexy. Let's go."
"Oh, shit. Wait!"
"What?"
"There's only one extra chair in the Spike room! I moved the other one out the night you two had your dinner party that you never told me about."
"Let the past go, Xander." She waved her hand in the air. "But, good save." She began to pace again, biting her thumbnail. "We could, of course, just bring a chair with us, seeing as how we are going into play cards as far as Spike is concerned."
"But it'll be so much less sexy!"
"True." Anya kept pacing. "I've got it!" She jumped on Xander's lap. "I can sit on the corner of the desk and do my sexy move!"
"Oh, yeah. That'll be *extra* sexy! And then I can pull you into my lap."
"Yes! That's sexy, too!"
"Man. Spike hasn't a chance against us. He is so ours."
"Not a chance and ours for the having." Anya agreed.
The two kissed and a knock came upon the door; the two pulled apart and looked at each other and then at the door.
"Yes?" Both called out.
"It's just me, Spike. Call's done. Nice one. Long. I'm gonna head out and pick up a pack of smokes, maybe see if the Slayer is out on patrol. Be back."
Xanders and Anya's mouths dropped open and closed again twice before they got their hearty "No's" out.
Spike was already out the door.
Xander stood, dumping Anya to the floor. He reached down and hauled her up. "Okay, fine. This is how he wants to play it? No big deal. Plan B."
Anya yanked up her sexily drooping robe and pushed her hair back with the back of her hand. She brushed off her ass with both hands. "What's plan B, Xander?"
"Ambush."
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Part 11
"You can't play that card there, Xander."
"What? Why can't I? You're cheating again, Ayn. And would you pull your damn robe up, *please*?"
Anya sat up, yanking up her robe. "You can't play an opposite suit against the dealt hand! How many times do I have to tell you that?"
Xander flicked his hand at her, scattering cards everywhere. "I don’t want to play this game any more, Ayn. It's stupid and you *cheat* at it. You cheat at *all* the card games you want to play!"
"And you whine that I cheat at every card game you *loose*"
"I loose because you *cheat*! I only *loose* because you *cheat*! Notice that phenomena? The parallel? You cheat and I loose. You change the rules to make *sure* I loose!"
"I do not! I don't have to cheat to beat you! And would you tie your robe, please! I don't want to look at your stomach and it's rippling muscles!"
"Fine!" Xander stood and yanked his robe closed, cinching it closed with a breath-stealing yank. "Perhaps my stomach muscles and I will just head to bed. How'd you like that?" He demanded with a whisper, his breathe stolen from his massive robe tie.
Anya shrugged, her robe drooping. She yanked it back up. "Makes no never mind to me; take them to bed. Who cares? I certainly don’t. I don’t need them or you."
They heard a scratching at the door and froze.
They grinned at each other. "Chair is in the room?" Anya asked, moving to the door and locking the lock Spike had just unlocked.
"It is."
Anya relocked another lock. "Okay. 1, 2, 3." She relocked all the locks. *Go*."
They ran to the Spike room and sat at their pre-planed and pre-posed places, picked up their stacked hands of cards and waited.
Spike stopped in the kitchen and they both shifted uncomfortably sharing an aggrieved look.
Spike came into the room whistling. He stopped dead and coughed. "Sorry. You two wanna use this room?"
Anya laid a card down and looked over her shoulder to smile and laugh flirtatiously. "Why yes. We wanna play cards, Spike. With you." She leaned forward and her robe stayed modestly upright. She glared at her shoulder.
Xander picked up a card, played it and discarded another. "Yeah. Wanna play with us?" He ignored the glare that Anya turned his way, well aware that he'd stolen her line, and leaned back in his chair. He almost tipped over and windmilled his arms to stay upright, jerking forward. Anya snickered at him.
"Oh, yeah sure, rummy is it?" Spike came around and sat in his chair. He swiped up the cards and began to shuffle. "New deal?" He'd all ready pulled the aces out and placed them on the bottom. "My deal."
"Spike!"
"Spike, what happened to you?"
"What?" Spike looked around him, checked his hands and arms. "What?"
"You're bleeding!"
"What? I am? Where?"
"Your eye! Over your eye."
Spike swiped the back of his hand across his forehead. He pulled it back and looked at it. Bloody. "Oh, yeah." He licked the blood from his hand and continued to shuffle. "Yeah. He got in a good one. I'm fine. Just fine . . ." he looked up and surveyed the empty room. "Guys? Ayn? Xan? What? We can't play cards cause I didn't duck a punch? That hardly seems fair."
They both rushed back into the room, Anya with a damp cloth and Xander with the first-aid kit. Spike shrank back against his chair. "Guys? M'okay, really. It's just a nick."
Anya swabbed his cut. He pulled further back. "Bloody hell, Ayn. That hurts! What's it? Petrol? *Not* an approved germ-killer and by the by, I don’t *need* a germ killer." He turned his beseeching gaze to Xander. Xander moved Anya's hand and it's evil antiseptic doused cloth back to his cut. "Ow! *Stop* that!"
Anya looked at Xander. "It needs a butter-fly patch, don’t you think?"
Xander nodded. "Yeah. Maybe two."
"It does *not*." Spike told them, offended.
Anya reached out and began pushing the open ends of the cut together. "Tape 'em."
Spike knocked her hands away and stood to avoid Xander's hands and his bandages. "What in the bloody hell is wrong with you two? It's a cut. A gash. A boo, bloody, boo. Not a stake near me heart! Not even a splinter. My boo-boos heal just fine on their own, thank you very much. Vampire perk." Spike glared at them. "Are you two stoned? Have you been into my drink? Without asking?"
"Are you hurt anywhere else, Spike? Places we can't see?"
Spike took another step back. "Um. No. I'm peachy. Really. You can even call Buffy and ask her."
Anya and Xander both placed their hands on their hips and glared at him. "We only want what's best for you, Spike." Xander told him, his voice that of reason.
"You look hurt and we only want to help!" Anya said, her voice ringing with that special combo of concerned hysteria and miff, reserved for lovers and mothers. Spike liked it when it was directed at Xander; directed it at him, however, was something completely different. Something creepy and scary.
Spike took another step back from the pair. "The both of you look all done in. What say you have a lie-down and I'll bring in a nice pot of tea, yeah? With lot's o' lemon and sugar? Yeah, that'd hit the spot, wouldn't. Go on." Spike moved to them and grabbed their arms. He propelled them out the door and pushed them towards their room. "Just rest a bit and I'll be back right quick."
"Well, okay. Are you sure? You're not feeling dizzy?" Anya wrapped her arm around Xander. "Do you think he should be making tea, Xan?"
"Well, no. Maybe I should help him."
"No!" Spike barked. "No. Really. I'll be fine. You two just lie down and rest. I'll be back with the tea. You've both gone wonky. Hell, I'll even read you a story. Prove to you that I've all my mental faculties firmly about me." Spike continued to move them towards their room and had them laying in bed and before they could say 'join us', he was out the door and in the kitchen.
Spike picked up the phone and punched in some numbers as he placed a kettle to boil.
"Yes?"
"Giles!" Spike reached for the tea, rejecting the breakfast blend and pulled down the soothing bedtime-mint with its cute bedtime bear.
"Spike? What is it? What's happened?"
"They've gone *nuts*, Rupert. Nuts."
Sigh. "Who's gone nuts, Spike?"
"You know!"
"What have they done?"
"They are trying to *patch* *me* *up*."
Pause.
"Patch me-"
"Yes, yes. Are you in pieces?"
"No! That's the thing! I'm *fine*! I came back with a cut over me eye! And that's it. And I swear, Ayn and Xan are about to do open, bloody, heart surgery on me."
"They're just worried about you."
Pause.
"Worried a-"
"I damn well heard you, Rupert!"
"Spike?"
"Yes?"
"I'm hanging up now. Go talk to your." Pause. "Go talk to Xander and Anya. And Spike?"
"Yeah?"
"Never call me again."
"As you say, Rupes, old boy. Call you later." Spike hung up the phone.
No help there; bloody useless watcher.
Spike prepared a tea tray. Tossed some cookies on a plate and added that. Perhaps it was low blood sugar. That did strange things to humans, he knew. He thought of all the candy they'd had at the carnival and put the cookies back, grabbing a bottle of vodka instead. Maybe sugar was the whole problem. And anyway, the vodka was a good idea. He'd need it if they held him to his word and made him read a bedtime story. He wouldn't put it passed them and he'd be able to fill 'em up with enough vodka to have 'em pass out.
He headed back to Xan and Anya's room and, not bothering to knock, just barged in, expecting to find the two in bed where he'd left them. They weren’t in bed where he'd left them. Bloody hell. He placed the tray on the bedside table and then his hands on his hips. "Where'd you two bugger off to?"
The door slammed shut and he turned to find Xander and Anya glaring at him.
He smiled.
They glared.
"Guys?" Spike cocked his head. He moved along the bed, keeping to its edge. He came to stand in front of it. He tried his smile again, the really *good* one. And they only glared.
"All right, now. 'Nuff o' this! What is wrong with the two of you?"
"Xander?"
"Yes, Ayn?"
"That stupid wrestling you make us watch?"
"Yeah."
"Close-line."
"Cool." Xander reached out his hand and locked it with Anya's. The two rushed forward, catching an unprepared Spike across his chest and knocking him to the bed.
"What the bloody hell is *wrong* with you two? And I *demand* to know, right now!"
Xander and Anya ignored him, reaching for an arm each instead and pulling him up the bed until Spike's head hit the headboard.
"Oops."
"Sorry."
"'So' Kay. Just tell Spike what's yer malfunction and I'll make it all better. Can't be chip problems, or can it? You two get chipped while I was out for smokes? Whatever it is, I'll make it all better. Promise. I'll get the watcher on it. The witches. The slayer. Dawn, even. She's gotta be useful for *something* right? Guys?"
They ignored him, looking at each other instead. They smiled and then Xander's face bloomed into full on grin. The evil grin Spike thought so pretty.
"Hey, Ayn?"
"Yes?"
"We've got, Spike."
They turned their grins and gazes to Spike.
"Yes, we do." Anya winked down at him. "What are we gonna do with him?"
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Part 12
"Oh, wait! I know!" Anya grinned and reached into the bedside table to
pull out handcuffs. Two pairs. She locked one circlet around Spike's
wrist, securing the other to the brass of the headboard. She tossed the
other pair to Xander. "Lock him up, honey."
"Clever girl." And Xander did, easily locking a still stunned Spike's free
wrist to the headboard.
They leaned over Spike's body for a high-five, grinning at each other. "Now
we just have to make him naked." Anya smiled.
Spike tugged at his bonds and kicked his legs up. "Guys? It's a
possession, innit? You're possessed, the both of you." Spike nodded his
head. "Fine. That's just fine. I'm just gonna ride it out with you. Have
fun with it, I will. You won't be all mad at me afterwards, will you? It's
hardly my fault, is it? Should I even mention calling the watcher?"
Xander and Ayna ignored him.
"We got anymore cuffs? Or chains? Something we can lock his legs down
with?" Xander asked. "Rope? I *know* we have rope."
Ayna glared at Xander, crossing her arms across her chest. "No. We have no
leg-irons! Remember? You wont let me tie down your legs."
"So?" He grinned at her. "Get them."
Anya blew him a kiss and ran off to the closet.
"Guys?"
Xander looked down at Spike. "You're talking; you don't get to talk, Spike.
This plan calls for you to be quiet, okay? Wanna get with the plan?"
Spike smiled. His pretty, non-threatening, smile. "Xan? Tell me the
plan?"
Xander smiled and shook his head. "Shaddup, already. You missed your
chance to play. Now you just get played."
"Xander. It's *me*. Spike. I'm all for this. You two want some Spike?
Fine. Let's play."
"Too late, Spike. You had your chance, you know. You wanted to go get
*tea* instead."
"What? Back there, in the Spike room? That was a *seduction*? I didn't
know! You can't. . ."
"You're not helping yourself much, Spike." Xander smirked down at him.
"Dissing our carefully planed seduction is *not* the way to go."
"Okay. Here they are." Anya held up chains and cuffs. "And I found this,
too." She held up a ball-gag; black leather, with a bright red ball. "But
I don't want to use it, really. Spike's mouth is so pretty. It's one of
his best features. I'd like to have it free for us." She moved to Xander
and kissed his cheek. "For you especially, Xander."
"Now, see here. . ."
Anya twirled the ball-gag, glaring down at Spike. "We can always save the
mouth for later." She moved her mouth to Xander's, kissing him deeply.
"Ayn? *Why* do we have a ball-gag?" Xander asked, after the kiss.
Ayna stepped back with a grin, looking down at the implement in her hand and
then back up at Xander. "Impulse buy. It was at the end of the isle while
I was shopping at the sex-store one day. I was feeling generous towards you
one day. But I then, of course, decided that you don't deserve to have me
silent during sex. You might miss something important that I would have to
tell you. And I didn't want to silence you during sex, you know, because
you make all those cute little squeaks and sounds, and well, you might want
me to wear it if I made you wear it. So I hid it in the closet."
Spike shut his mouth with a click, watching them. He smiled and spread his
legs. "One thing and then I'll refrain from speaking except for appropriate
moans and such. Would you take my boots and jeans off before the ankle
cuffs?" He wiggled his eyebrows. "Please?"
"Oh. Well. I was gonna leave the boots *on*. But." Anya dropped the
chains and picked up Spike's right foot, beginning to unbuckle and unlace
his boot. She pushed his leg down, knee towards his stomach as she
continued to unlace the boot. She looked over her shoulder to smile at
Xander. "Do we even need the leg cuffs?" She worked Spike's leg, moving it
back and forth, tilting it in and out. "Maybe we should leave the legs
free. He might need leverage." She pulled off his boot and tossed it over
her shoulder.
Xander went to work on the other boot. "Yeah.maybe we should leave the legs
free. For leverage." He tossed Spike's boot over his shoulder and to the
floor. He glared at Spike. "Long as he doesn't try anything funny with his
legs. You gonna try anything funny, Spike?"
Spike smiled and shook his head. He wiggled his toes.
Xander removed the sock and bit Spike's ankle.
"Oh, my. That's so pretty." Anya let Spike's leg drop and moved to the bed
to sit next to him. Spike was busy watching Xander chew on his leg and didn
't notice Anya reaching into the bedside table once again. The flash of
shiny metal caught his eye and he turned to look at Anya holding up a large
knife. His eyes got big and he pushed his leg against Xander's teeth.
"Oh. I'm not going to cut you. Just your shirt." She reached for the neck
of his t-shirt and sliced it neatly down the middle. "See? That's just
good quality k'atara demon craftsmanship. Much better than that cheap knock
off Ginsu stuff." She smiled at the knife before replacing it. Spike
whimpered. "Oh." She moved the shirt open, rubbing his chest, stopping to
pinch a nipple. "Did you *want* me to cut you, Spike?" Anya grinned.
"Maybe later."
Xander dropped Spike's leg and moved to sit on the bed. He began to unsnap
Spike's jeans.
Spike moaned and Xander finished unsnapping Spike's jeans.
Anya leaned over Spike's body to kiss Xander once again.
Spike moaned.
Anya pulled back from the kiss to smile. "He's being so *good*, isn't he,
Xander?"
"Yeah. Let's get the jeans off."
The two rose from the bed and moved to the end to pull off Spike's jeans.
They grinned at each other.
"He's being *very* good." Anya murmured, her gaze on Spike's erection.
She took Xander's hand in hers and moved them to the pretty toy that was
Spike's cock. They started at the base and moved up and over, slicking
their hands with Spike's pre-cum as he thrust up and against their hands.
Anya pulled their hands away, ignoring Spike's moan of protest. She offered
her hand to Xander and took Xander's hand and drew it to her mouth, licking
the taste of Spike from his palm. Xander did the same, licking her hand
clean of Spike. They both moved to sit on the bed, each at Spike's side.
"Kiss him, Xander."
Xander leaned over Spike, his tongue coming out to wet his lips, before
pulling back to glare at Anya. "Me? Why me? *You* kiss him."
"Me? *I'm* not going to kiss him! *You* kiss him!"
Spike rattled his cuffs. "You can both kiss my -"
Anya reached down and pulled up the ball-gag, waving in front of Spike,
while glaring at Xander.
"-ass!" Spike finished, eyes on the ball-gag.
"Why do you want *me* to kiss him first? Will it be, 'Oh, Xander did it!
He kissed Spike first! He made me do it!'"
Anya reached over to slap Xander upside the head with the ball-gag. Spike
grinned. "I sound *nothing* like that! And why would you even think that?
Are you worried that I'll be angry after we ravish Spike? Are you worried
I'll bring vengeance down upon you?" Anya moved from the bed to stand and
glare, hands on hips. "Are you *afraid* of me, Xander?" She demanded.
"*I'm* not, Anya-pet." Spike told her.
Anya waved the ball-gag at him again, still only looking at Xander.
"No. No, I'm not *afraid* of you, Ayn." Xander began with a soothing tone,
his hand moving up and down Spike's chest. "Maybe I'm wondering that if I
kiss first maybe you'll wonder if I want Spike more than I want you."
Anya laughed. "What? Why would I think that?" She sat back down next to
Spike. "Oh, Xander, honey, I would never believe that."
"Um, *hello*! Incredibly sexy vampire cuffed to the bed. What's not to
believe 'bout that?"
"So it's okay for me to, well, *want* Spike?"
Spike growled and Anya giggled. "We *do* have him naked and hand-cuffed to
our bed, Xander. Now is not the time for questions. I'm all invested in
this. I've been *planning* this moment! You can even ask, Patty! We've
discussed and planned."
"*Patty*! The sneaky bitch! She never said a thing!" Spike snarked.
"Really?"
Anya reached for Xander, pulling his head to hers for a kiss. "Yes. Come
on, we have a sexy Spike all tied up and ours. Let's play with him." She
kissed him softly. "We'll kiss him together."
They leaned down and placed their lips against Spike's, pressing down and
pulling back with a smack. Spike opened his mouth just as they pulled up
to smile at each other. He growled.
"See?" Anya asked.
Xander looked down at Spike splayed out between them. He grinned. "All for
us?"
"Yep." Anya nodded.
"The two of you can go fuck each *other*! I'm sick of this playing! I'm
not a bloody *toy* for the two of you! I've *feelings* you, know-"
Xander and Anya moved down as one and kissed Spike's open mouth; tongues'
sliding in and around, playing with each other's as well as Spike's. Spike
moaned and moved his head up, thrusting up and into the kiss, biting,
licking and tasting.
Hands moved to his cock as the kiss continued and he was a happy vampire.
When they moved back to take in air, Spike grinned. "You guys want Spike so
*bad*."
Xander winked at Anya, still squeezing Spike's cock. He eyed the ball-gag.
"Can we gag him for the first part?"
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