What?
by Danii

Spike was bored, and yet at the same time he was
concerned. Bored, because the Watcher had been
talking for the last twenty minutes about the same
bloody thing he'd been talking about for the fourty
minutes before that, and intrigued because of the
young man sitting next to the aforementioned Watcher
who kept on giving him odd looks.

Xander Harris, Donut-boy to the Slayerette's and World
Champion Doofus...at least that's what Spike had
thought. Then Spike, with more ideas then plans to
get there had tried to go and talk to the boy about
how he felt about him, and had one of the strangest
experiences in his more-than-two-hundred years. To
put it mildy, he'd been hearing things. Things which,
in a more romantic situation, might have been nice,
but were just wrong then. At least, he thought so.

And yet, the bleached blonde vampire couldn't quite
give up and say that he'd been going nutty. Sure his
years beside his dark princess had made a few of his
peas fall out of the pod, but not THAT many. Not
enough to hear what he'd heard. 

Then again, Dru had never thought herself crazy, had
she?

All in all, it left him intrigued, concerned,
confused, and (thinking about what he'd heard the
other night) extremely horny. So, with the confidence
that had helped him kill two Slayers (and gotten him a
chip in his brain, to be honest), he decided then and
there that he would try to talk to Xander again after
the meeting.

However, thankfully (or perhaps not) the meeting ended
within the next ten minutes. And as Xander was about
to start the walk back to his apartment, Spike pulled
him aside into the shadows near the Watcher's home.

"Look, Xander I-" he started.

"No," Xander said with a roll of the eyes, "I don't
want to know. You went all weird the last time and
didn't stay for sex-"

"Not again..." Spike murmured. Then he shook his head
and asked, "What did you say?"

"I SAID," the young man repeated with irritation, "'I
don't want to know. You went all weird the last time
and you refused all my snacks."

"Oh." the bleached blonde vampire said as a feeling of
deja vu passed over him.

"So I'd really like to get home with you so we can get
naked and do the dirty dance."

Spike's look of shock was enough to prompt Xander to
repeat himself.

"I'd-like-to-get-home-so-I-can-have-dinner-and-watch-Dirty-Dancing..."
the Slayerette told him slowly, as if talking to a
very small, THICK, child.

"Uh-huh..." the vampire said as he nodded. He must be
going crazy. Two times now, he'd heard...he'd
heard...

Things that were making certain parts of his body
stand up and pay attention. And it was made worse by
the deja vu which was getting even worse, that in turn
bringing memories of Xander in only a towel. And
Xander all sweaty and shiny. Xander heaving tiredly. 
Xander-

"-listening to a word I'm saying?"

"Huh?"

This upset Xander even worse, prompting the young man
to push the vampire aside with a huff and begin
walking quickly toward his apartment.

Spike, who knew that if he didn't say it soon, it
wasn't going to be said, followed. The dark-haired
Slayerette noticed and got annoyed all over again.

"Look, Spike-y. If you don't take that wonderful cock
and stick it up my ass this instant, I'm going to kiss
you till you suffocate..."

Which stopped the vampire in his tracks.

"WHAT?!?"

The young man spun angrily, a familiar pointy piece of
wood in his hand. "LOOK, SPIKE-Y...If you don't get
yourself out of my sight, I'm going to stick this
stake in your heart, and kill you like any other
vampire!"

"But-" the vampire stammered.

"I'm not going to hear another word until I get to
grope you." Xander said finally.

"Oh bloody fuck!"

"I swear I will!" the young man threatened as he
picked up the pace, "I'll get that rope again, and
I'll tie you up!"

Spike looked up, towards the heavens and the Powers
that Be and cried out: "Even I don't deserve this!"

Xander watched and smiled, then moved quickly till he
was only inches from the vampire's face. Then he
asked quite clearly, "How about this?"

And kissed the vampire for all he was worth.

Deep and fiery, the kiss lasted longer than either of
them had imagined, and it was better then that for
both. For Xander, the cool, sweet, soft lips felt
like a balm on his long-burning need. For Spike,
those warm, delicious lips seemed to bring a special
sort of life back into his cold body. Plus, he felt
extra good because he knew he wasn't crazy.

Finally, the two of them parted, and Xander got that
rather annoyed look on his face again.

"So, anyway, as I was saying-"

"No." Spike said finally, grabbing the young man's
hand from it's coat pocket forcefully.

"No what?"

"No more games..." the vampire told him with a smile,
"You've already made your point that you can play them
even better then I can."

Xander opened his mouth as if to object and tell Spike
that he was crazy, but then shut it again with a
smile. "Good." was all he said.

"Yup." Spike agreed.

"But," the dark-haired young man said with a question
in his eyes, "Why are you taking my hand?"

"Because, smart-ass-"

"Nummy..." Xander corrected with an amused leer.

"Because, Nummy..." the vampire said at last, "that
big, delicious mouth of yours made a whole lotta
offers...and I intend to take you up on ALL of
them..."

The End