Slightly Bent 
by Wren 

Spike couldn't believe it, he had the hots for one of the stupid slayerettes. 
Maybe if it had been Red in the dream, maybe, then he wouldn't be quite so 
ticked, but oh no he had to go get all moany over the whelp. 
God what was he thinkin', he had just gotten Harmony back, and he calls out the 
whelps name while fuckin' her. Not that Harmony was much better, but at least 
she was a vamp. 
'Stupid chip, stupid slayer. Stupid, stupid.' 
The thought kept repeating itself in Spike's brain as he toed out another smoke, 
wishing it was more than a fag under his boot. A fag, he laughed bitterly what a 
thing to call a cigarette. Didn't know why he still did, he'd been in the states 
long enough now. The other meanings for the word fluttered through his head, 
bringing with them images of a dark haired young man. 
'Probably laugh his ass off.' 
'Spike, I'm not gay.' He could just hear the whelp now. 
"Well neither am I," he growled out to himself. 'Just slightly bent,' he 
reassured himself. 'I mean I am a vampire, thats what we do, right? We fight and 
fuck. Doesn't matter what, either of them.' That was something Angelus had 
taught him. He sighed at the thought of the Master Vampire. 
"Does it feel good boy?" Angelus had asked of a young William. 
"Yes," He had finally admitted. 
"Then go with it." 
As the studious and repressed poet he had been in life, finally gave up all 
inhibitions, he had reveled in the feeling of being taken, and Angelus had made 
him love him. Bastard, he thought. And then he'd left, with her. The blond 
bitch, Darla, and nothing had been the same since. 
Now here he was with a raging hard-on for another tall brunette. With what else, 
a blond 'well wanna be blond' waiting in his bed. If it wasn't for this damn 
chip in his head the ex-vengence demon would already be dead and the whelp would 
be his. 
'But no... those fuckin nancy boy soldiers had to go and muck up his brain.' 
Shit. 
Fuck. 
'I need a drink' 
Spike turned away from the apartment as the lights went out. 
'Willy's. I'll go get drunk and fuck Harm and forget about one Xander Harris.' 
'At least 'til I cum.' 
'I'm not gay.' 
'I can think about Harmony while I cum.' 
"Ya right," he snorted. 
'Not gay, just slightly bent!'

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