Title: Honey, I'm Home...?
Author: Jericho Quentin
Pairing: S/X/???
Rating: R (for suggestive positioning of characters)
Spike stormed angrily down the stairs into the basement. He'd just had the worst night of his
unlife. First, he lost six kittens while playing poker, then he got beat up by several drunk humans.
And if that wasn't bad enough, the bastards stole his duster (including his favorite lighter) and ruined his
boots beyond repair. And if THAT wasn't enough, Dawn accidentally turned his hair bright green while she
was "helping" him bleach his roots. So the Spike stomping down the stairs was NOT a happy Spike.
Spike stopped at the bottom of the stairs and stared at the bed in shock. Xander was writhing in ecstasy
under a pale body (that was NOT Spike's). Suddenly the two figures on the bed looked over at Spike.
"Are you just going to stand there?" asked Xander huskily.
"We're waiting," said Angel, wiggling suggestively.
Spike stared for a few more minutes, then, with a smug grin settling on his features, he strode toward the
bed and his two lovers. Maybe the night hadn't been that bad...
The End (Did ya like the love, huh, huh, did ya?)