lusciousspike: (spander by Liz)
Been a while oh-gentle readers. Hope this is worth the wait! We aim to entertain.


Title: La Femme Spander
Authors: [livejournal.com profile] lusciousspike & [livejournal.com profile] lusciousxander 

Previously
LFS Part Fifteen )
lusciousspike: (spander by Liz)
Title: La Femme Spander
Authors: lusciousspike & lusciousxander
Spoilers: BtVS S6, Entropy
Summery: Anya wants revenge and she'll be getting it by cursing Spike and Xander. The ‘boys’ learn first hand how the other half live.
Disclaimer: they belong to Joss and Co.




 

LFS Part Ten )

 

lusciousspike: (spander by Liz)

 

Title: La Femme Spander
Authors: lusciousspike & lusciousxander
Spoilers: BtVS S6, Entropy
Summery: Anya wants revenge and she'll be getting it by cursing Spike and Xander. The ‘boys’ learn first hand how the other half live.
Disclaimer: they belong to Joss and Co.

Response to Challenge (lusciousspike): Okay… so I was watching BtVS S6 Entropy and I got to wondering, is there a story out there where Halfrek doesn't interrupt Anya's interesting chain of thoughts and Anya carries through her plan… finding someone to wish Spike a woman. Of course, then something goes wrong and he stays that way.

 

lusciousspike: (spike by Peace)
 Messing with His Head is an ongoing Series of Spander wackiness that had stemmed from a spur of the moment giggle!ficlet -with Spike playing with Xander's impressionable mind- is okay to be read without much wincing *crosses fingers*

Summary: Unlike the expected outcome of our boys having a night of binging then waking up the next morning in a compromised position – they really did not have sex. Spike knows this but Xander does not as his memory was poisoned by the booze. Furthermore, Spike will sure try his might to make sure that Xander not only believe that they did but also that Xander was the aggressor, and enjoy the confused insanity that will ensue.



#1 G'morning : in which Xander had just been dumped and had run into Spike at the Bronze, then . . .
#2 Spanking Clean : in which Xander thinks he just had his first sexual experience with a man.
#3 To Be or Not To Be A Dream : in which Xander develops doubts over what had happened the night before...
#4 Oblivious Prey : in which Spike reflects on the day’s events, and what he has planned for Xander.
#5 Too Close for Comfort : in which Xander figures some things out... or does he?
#6 Assess the Blame : in which Xander deals, so to speak ...
#7 Sweet Denial : in which it is just another night in Sunnydale. Xander comes to a sudden sweet realization.
lusciousspike: (spander by Liz)

 

Previously: Xander tried to put some sense into what happened between himself and Spike or what did not happen and it had only left him more confused and a little shocked at feeling guilty when it came to the vampire. More confused, Xander intends to burn some shoes that Anya left when she dumped him – the person Xander blames for that morning when it all started. On his way, he unconsciously seeks out Spike and invites him to burn their past. Will his subtle plan work?   



 

Title: Sweet Denial
Author: lusciousspike

Series: Messing with His Head (#7) 
Rating: 15+ for strong words.
Pairing: Spike/Xander

Summary/TimeLine: During Season 5 BtVS. Just another night in Sunnydale. Xander comes to a sudden sweet realization.

Disclaimer: The chars belong to Joss though I borrowed some… am going to keep them for sometime… give them tea and crumpets… maybe make them show me their sexy dance and if I ever get bored *snort* I'll return them.

Sequel to: Assess the Blame, Too Close for Comfort, Oblivious Prey, To Be or Not to Be a Dream, Spanking Clean, G’morning.

AN: Check MWHH Archive for the chapters in order.

 
Thanks to[info]lusciousxander for the quick read!

 

 

  

 

 

 

Sweet Denial )[Bad username or unknown identity: ]

MiSS

Dec. 14th, 2008 10:21 am
lusciousspike: (See)

What is this MiSS I speak of? Well, it's a shortening I've so *cough* wittily devised referring to Missing Scene Series: a bunch of standalone ficlets/short fiction that resulted from the need to see more of something, or feeling that there was a scene missing on the show that could use some elaberation. Generally, MiSS will follow the canon of the show and would stick to characterization as best as possible. And if the scene required slash, pre-slash or indication of such, then... who are we to argue? ;)

MiSS usually pop up when me and my friends talk - a handy outlet when WB (that's Writers Block not that the other isn't as bad) strikes hard.

The only rule to MiSS is that they stick to canon as best as they can, character and story wise, in a way that doesn't diverge much from the show, or at best, at all. If there are any pairings within the MiSS it is a canon not fanon pairing, hints and innuendo are exceluded, for reference see the works of Joss Whedon. 

To read the stories in the order they were written in (old to the new ones) check here

Now. What follows is a chronological list (canon wise) and short discriptions/summaries, characters and timelines of the MiSS I've written so far: 


 

MiSS )


 

lusciousspike: (See)
Title: "H17" -The Past Unlocked    
Feedback: lusciousspike@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: If I hold any claim over this Verse I would shout it off the rooftops. Seeing that I’ve yet to do that should indicate without contest that I own nothing but inane words that I incessantly spout.  
Spoilers:S4 BtVS. S5 Ats "Why We Fight".
Summary: Willow is able to procure some computer files before the underground Initiative base in Sunnydale was shut down. She shares a discovery with Xander.
Characters: Willow, Xander (Spike and Angel mentioned).
Author notes: I’ve had this idea/query since the first time I saw season 4 and Spike was captured by the Initiative. “Why was Spike called ‘Hostile 17’, not a higher number?” It was only confirmed later when season five Angel aired. I don’t know if this could be considered a missing scene or not (I’m a bit iffy myself – it’s more of an explanation, which most of my MiSS are). It does also clarify one thing Xander mentioned near the end of a fic I wrote “The Odd Man Looking In” which you need not read (unless you’ve read that one and/or want to).  
Thanks to [personal profile] lusciousxander for the quick beta read! *hugs*
 
Now onto the real reason we’re here.

lusciousspike: (spander by Liz)
Title: Assess the Blame
Series: Messing with His Head (#6) 
Author: lusciousspike  
Rating: 15+ for strong words.
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Summary/TimeLine: During Season 5 BtVS. Xander deals, so to speak. How does he go about that?
Disclaimer: The chars belong to Joss though I borrowed some… am going to keep them for sometime… give them tea and crumpets… maybe make them show me their sexy dance and if I ever get bored *snort* I'll return them.
Sequel to: Too Close for Comfort, Oblivious Prey, To Be or Not to Be a Dream, Spanking Clean, G’morning.
 
Thanks to my bud lusciousxander for the beta read!
 
Italics & *& capitals = emphasize
~ = thoughts
 
 
 Assess the Blame  )
*~*~*~*~*~*
 
 
 
Xander groaned as he sluggishly opened his eyes. The ceiling stared back at him. He supposed that a sense of déjà vu ought to befall him once more any second now; however, he was too numb to care. He fuzzily made a mental note to buy some paint to coat those freaky eye blotches when he purchased lighter fluid to burn Anya's shoes. It served her right seeing as she had been a catalyst to the recent events that had rocked the life he had grown so accustomed to.
 
He had a steady job – well, he didn't now but homes always seemed to need fixing and rebuilding in Sunnydale, so steady enough. He had moments of near death experiences that added texture to his standard everyday life. He had a unique yet wholesome group of friends and subsequent acquaintances, ever-changing from allies to foes to the undecided.
 
He liked the status quo.
 
He really did not need to be internally confused and guilt ridden to top it all! He was one of the good guys, damn it.
 
That last thought was set aside when a dull ache pushed itself further into his waking consciousness. This time around, unlike a morning seemingly ages ago, Xander indisputably identified the underlying cause. He just hoped that his cupboard wasn't too damaged as result of making rough acquaintance with his overly thick skull. He groaned and rubbed the back of his head that wasn't cradled in the soft pillow.
 
He had really messed things up this time, he realized as echoes of the previous night resurfaced in his mind.
 
~ Fuck. ~ He winced at the single loudest internal thought.
 
Xander pushed himself off his tousled bedding; he hadn't been all too concerned with making the bed before dropping in a comatose heap the night before. After he relieved himself in the toilet and washed up, he stood in front of his bed yet again. His actions were all on autopilot as his mind was too busy forcing itself not to over ponder the fresh events.
 
It was over-thinking that had gotten him in this mess in the first place. First, when he made the choice to stop thinking about Anya in the presence of alcohol, one mooching Spike and a friendly game of pool. Due to some insane logic, it had resulted in him literally waking up in a cliché. Next, he had to over-think (freak) the loss of his so called "innocence" which soon enough was followed by his overwhelmed brain subsequently working it into a made up nonexistent state. In simple minded terms, he thought his homo-cherry was popped, had a nervous breakdown which didn’t last long because he then decided nothing happened. Problem was, that he then faced the harsh reality of him attributing the fictional occurrence to a well-worn, pent up attraction. Quickly bypassing another meltdown, he finally spun it all into a conspiracy concocted by an evil soulless vampire mind. Anything (even a hidden crush so far within his psyche, brought out by the trauma of recent abandonment and theft of property, all aided by inebriating, perception-altering alcohol) was better than actually having sex with a man. A man who was a vampire he had to see on a somewhat nightly basis, who knew his friends, and was vocally forthright on how evil he was and how he hated them all.
 
Xander frowned at the fresh sheets he had barely bothered to tuck in and mumbled sarcastically, "I am one hell of a detective! Give Harris P.I the strings to a case and he’ll make it into a fun ball for your kitten." The only response was the grumbling of his stomach. "Jeez, my head’s so messed, I don't even remember the last time I ate."
 
Of course, he reflected as he walked towards the kitchen, food was the last thing plaguing his mind these past few hours. He opened the fridge and pulled out the milk carton. After the smell test proved that it was still safe for consumption, he turned to get a bowl for his cereal.
 
"Shit!!!"
 
He jumped back with a pained yelp, slammed into the fridge, then slipped butt first to the tiled floors, clutching at his foot and feeling wetness slowly soak his pants.
 
Xander hissed as he carefully removed a small fragment of broken glass that he had apparently missed in his distracted sweeping the night before. ~ Well, I had a bruised head at the time, so I think I did well given the pounding behind the eyes and the near passing out. My tongue hurt too. ~ He pulled the shard of glass close to his face. It was so tiny it could be mistaken for a nail clipping. Narrowing his eyes, he was pleased to find that there was no blood on it. Xander quickly looked down at his throbbing big toe. No sign of blood spurting out of his abused limb as well. Lastly, he looked down at the soaked sweatpants he wore to bed.   
 
"I think it's two for two." He slowly stood up, disposing the shard into the wastebasket. "I'm in pain, not of the un-norm, but, hey, no blood!" He made a weak victory sign with his fist. "Score for rough Harris feet. Hah, and Anya kept pushing that foot cream at me. Shows her what she knows," he grumbled.
 
Xander started walking away from the kitchen and fumbled unsteadily towards the bathroom, careful not to step on his hurt toe and cautious in his movement as he made sure the soaked pants didn't drip. "What if it's dry toast for breakfast… cleaning is gonna to be a snap thanks to these super-spongy pants –I'm seeing marketing value- bonus, now I have reason to do laundry. If anything, Karma is being all too kind." He turned on the bathroom lights, made a rash judgment with using his feet to kick off his pants and slipped face-first into bright welcoming tiles
 
 
 
*~*~*~*~*~*
 
 
 
The Magic Box's door opened with an announcing dingle.
 
"Xander?!" Willow jumped up from her seat.
 
Giles raised his head from checking the income reports and blinked. "Oh, dear."
 
"Uh, that l-looks painful. I'll get something." Tara scampered off to one corner of the shop after she received a nod from Giles.
 
"Ouch," Dawn commented, choosing to remain seated.
 
"What's the hubbub, bu…" Buffy asked, training towel around her neck, clearly coming from her backroom exercise. She strode straight towards Xander who was trying to wave away a concerned Willow and turned his head towards her, ignoring his flinch. "The hell?! Did Spike do this to you? That son of a vamp bitch, I'll…"
 
"Language, Buffy…" Dawn drawled whilst she made quick strokes with her pencil, eyes shifting from the paper to an uncomfortable looking Xander.
 
Giles had removed his glasses, looking at Xander then replacing them. "That doesn't appear as if caused by a fist."
 
"It wasn't," Xander spoke, finally glad that he could get a word in. He winced but smiled gratefully at Tara who gingerly placed a soothing cool cloth against his face. "I would love to say that I got this in a fight – even with a chipped vampire. The night was a breeze, nothing out of the norm." He scratched his chin and tried not to look too shifty. "Sadly, I must report that I slipped in the bathroom. But not to worry, my face broke my fall." He pointed to his face. "Or my left cheek. I did a cool twist in the air, I chose to save my distinguished nose, and if I might say, I think I chose wisely."  
 
"Oh, Xander," Willow sounded disappointed. She dragged him and pushed him down onto a chair. "You really need to take better care of yourself."
 
Xander gave his best friend a wide grin. "But, Willow, if I did that, what would you do?”
 
Willow gave him a friendly smack on the shoulder. She ignored him when he acted hurt and moved to sit in front of him next to her girlfriend. She gave Tara a kiss on the cheek. "Thanks, sweetie."
 
Xander rubbed the back head, embarrassed, then winced when he came in contact with the sore noggin. "Yeah, Tara. Thanks. It numbs the numbing pain."
 
Tara blushed and ducked her head. "It’s n-nothing. My grandma wrote a r-recipe book with things like that."
 
"That might prove helpful. Perhaps you could bring it over some time?" Giles asked, intrigued.
 
Tara nodded quickly.
 
Willow grinned widely.
 
Buffy sighed and flopped down next to Dawn. "I’m bored. You could’ve lied about Spike you know, getting you in a fight over kittens or whatever so I can workout some steam."
 
Xander shook his head, pityingly. "Poor Slayer, the baddies won’t come out to play with you? Have you been mean to them again?"
 
"Nah, Buffy just needs to get laid."      
 
"Dawn!" Buffy cried, outraged.
 
Dawn shrugged. "Sorry. Guess the punching bag had it coming, then?"
 
"What happened to the punching bag?" Xander asked Buffy.
 
It was Buffy’s turn to look shamefaced. "I kinda broke it." She flashed his shocked eyes a peppy grin. "Fix it for me, my main man in shining hat?"
 
Before Xander could respond, Dawn cut in as she nibbled on the eraser end of her pencil, "Scarecrow Dummy is down for the count as well."
 
Xander groaned, "Aw, Buff… Dorothy jokes overflow."
 
Buffy jumped up, dragging him into the training room. "Thanks, Xander!"
 
"I’m here to be used."
 
 
 
*~*~*~*~*~*
 
 
 
It was two hours after nightfall when things slowed down and Xander finally asked something he wanted to ask for hours. "Sooo," he said, looking around the empty shop and at no one in particular. "No Evil Undead to give the room a tavern-y smoke stench tonight?"
 
"Nope," Dawn was the one who replied. Xander tried not to look too deeply into the sentiment that one word held.   
 
Giles came around the counter, cleaning his glasses. "If that bloody vampire expects me to make a house-call to pay him this time around, he’s going to be waiting a long time."
 
"Uh. ‘Kay." Xander made popping noises with his mouth. Willow and Tara had already left. Dawn was packing her stuff whilst trying to hide her sketchbook from a bored Buffy who pouting next to her. "So, Buffy, how was patrol?"
 
Buffy’s pout intensified. "You mean the first one? Oh. Wait. Bet you’re talking about that the second round I did just for kicks – I even pulled the helpless lost victim looking for nice people skulking in the night so they can help her out." She turned pathetic looking jade eyes towards the Englishman locking up the store books. "Giles, this town is clean."
 
Giles smiled lightly. "You could’ve sounded more relieved than that."
 
"That or twisted the line to sound more ‘Poltergeist one’," Xander offered.
           
Dawn picked up her bag. "I’m ready."
 
"Okay." Buffy got up. "See you guys tomorrow." However, she stopped short of the door and turned around. "Hey, maybe I should go by Spike’s crypt to see if he’s up to no good."
 
"You’re just looking for a fight before bedtime."
 
Buffy continued speaking as if Dawn hadn’t said anything, "I mean, he must have something on his mind if he’s not in our faces wanting his blood money. Oh. I bet it’s something really bad."
 
Xander winced. He had one or two ideas why Spike would forgo showing his face that very day.
 
"He needs the money to eat, so obviously something came up that’s more important than vampy hunger."
 
Xander tried hard not to picture the already gaunt vampire hungry. ~ Heh. And here I thought I couldn’t feel worse. Really should watch what I think. ~
 
"Buffy, chill. I have some grocery shopping I need to do and Spike’s on the way. I’m all for dropping on the hired vamp muscle and making sure that he’s being all well-behaved chipped vampire." He made a face. "Or as well-behaved as Spike can be."
 
"But…"
 
Xander raised his hand, palm out, stopping her. "No, buts. You just said that the night –for once- is safe for us regular un-supery folk. Besides, your mom’s waiting." He turned to Giles. "I’ll even play delivery boy sans hat in return for an early day?" he said, probingly.
 
Giles pondered that before shrugging. "I see no harm in that." He pulled out his wallet and planted a few bills in Xander’s hand.
 
"But…" Buffy looked on helplessly. "I don’t want to be off my game when …"
 
"Go home, Buffy," Giles ordered her. "You need focus and stability. I’ll be closing shop soon as well."
 
 
 
*~*~*~*~*~*
 
 
 
Xander stood in his living room. He had no idea why he felt like crap. He, after all, had benefited of Tara’s magical salve, which not only helped relieve the pain in his face and lessened the swelling, but also soothed his toe. It had induced another bout of mother-hen Willow, but Xander liked it when she coddled him. He did, however, have to endure Giles watching him like a hawk wherever he went clearly weary of any sudden bouts of Xander klutziness that might spell disaster in the magic shop. Not to mention the conversation he had with Giles when the older man came into the training room to see how far he had progressed with the repairs.
 
"You seem to be working slower than usual."
 
"Yeah. I guess that fall took a lot out of me." Xander didn’t want to mention that the real reason was that he was extra-cautious today for obvious jinxed related reasons.  
 
~ Wait. ~ He throat dried up ~ Could Spike… ~
 
"Hey, Giles…"
 
"Hmm." The older man seemed engrossed in looking over the training horse which seemed to have a bent leg.
 
Xander put down his hammer and straighter up. "Is there anything like vengeance demons…" He noticed he had Giles’ attention now. "But, I mean not like for scorned women – but like for men."
 
Giles raised an eyebrow. "Are you asking this for personal reasons?"
 
Xander gulped.
 
Giles continued, "I hope that you are not perusing Anya for leaving you. I understand broken hearts…"
 
"She took my TV!" he said outraged.
 
Giles raised both eyebrows at that.
 
Xander double tracked, "Not that this has to do with anything. Not even that it was the only thing I ever won and of all of things she just had to take that." He took a calming breath before Giles' eyebrows completely disappeared. "I, um, just curious. I mean, do non-humans who are male and get a bad deal romantically, not that there was anything remotely romantic, supposedly," he said, waving his hands all over his place, his eyes looking everywhere other than at whom he could desperately identify as his father-figure. "I guess, one time, even though the other party was unaware, theoretically, and the vengeance wanting party could be evil… and the innocent person might have said some things that could, in a certain context, be taken as…" he trailed off, when his eyes finally landed on the empty place where Giles had been standing.
 
Xander sighed, arms braced at the back of his couch. He might as well admit it. His mood had something to do with a certain an accounted for vampire. He went by Spike’s crypt twice, once as he went to the store and the second time as he returned laden with heavy grocery bags. But nothing. Bright side, he didn’t need to endure the humiliation that would result when he explained why he abstained from using his car just for this aim. Apparently, his goal was seeing Spike, but why that was the case or what would happen after he saw the bad-tempered vampire, he had no clue. Perhaps, that was another bright side.
 
He straightened up. Well, he might as well do the laundry. However, the second he entered his bedroom, his eyes zeroed in on the ceiling blotches. A new resolve fell on him. He headed for the closet, pulled out a box, delicately spilled the contents onto the bed then headed for the closet once more. This time, he started throwing shoes and more shoes into the box. Not intending to make a second run, he roughly shoved them inside, breaking more than one heel.
 
"Hope Anya feels your pain. She couldn’t carry all her shoes with her even if she wanted to." Xander picked up the heavy box. "Too bad real leather doesn’t flame."
 
Two minutes later, the box was in the backseat of his car and Xander was on the road. Somehow, he found himself driving by the cemetery. He didn’t have a chance to dwell on this as his eyes caught the bright head walking among the tomb stones. He wasn’t surprised. What surprised him was, that not so deep down, he was in fact looking for that since he got into the car.
 
~ Great. Just great. I shoud be giddy with not seeing Spike, ever. I’m a freak. ~ Xander would have head-butted the steering wheel, but he thought a little dignity was the least he could give himself. ~ Is he limping?~
 
 
 
*~*~*~*~*~*
 
 
 
Spike was walking towards his crypt, his mind distracted. For all his efforts to stop thinking about the bloody slayer i.e. playing with Harris’ brittle mind, he ended up worked-up because of her.
 
Spike had spent his day in a demon drinking hole that was unknown to the Slayer and her minions. That was because he was ‘avoiding’ Xander according to his plan to make the boy’s head boggle over recent events on top of Spike’s convenient disappearance, allowing the scatterbrained boy’s thoughts enough time to come to a boil. He had intended to work on what he had next in plan for the kid but came to the conclusion that he had no idea what do to next. He would simply let the events unfold and act accordingly. All he had to do was let Xander do all the work for him – the human processed the incidents faster than Spike had anticipated, he had almost unveiled the con but oddly enough, luck was on Spike’s side. However, his choice for a hideaway had consequently led him to discover that the demon folk were in hiding from a 'little red riding dress' that had claim on the Slayer. Trying to literally beat out some information had been fruitless.
 
And painful. 
 
He grimaced when he aggravated his foot. "Damn remhogs and their effin' hard crust. Nearly done in my foot… "
 
"Spike?"
 
He paused when he heard the insecure call. It was like who was addressing him was hoping they were mistaken. Spike smirked. Well, it seemed like his distraction had enough time to simmer. He turned around.
 
"Why all hot and bothered, Harris?"
 
Xander was standing by his car, looking uncomfortable like he didn’t know what he was doing there. His hands were stuck in his pockets and he wasn’t meeting Spike’s eyes. It seemed as if he was ready to bolt at any second.
 
~ And the man makes the first move. ~ Spike strode towards him, making sure to show the determination in his unwavering stride.
 
"Why are you limping?"
 
Spike only faltered for a second before he kept on until he stood several feet away from Xander. "Had a lot on my mind. Got into a bit of rough and tumble to clear my head." He crossed his arms. "You about to tell me why you had called me all the way here?" He made a show with leaning on his uninjured foot.
 
Xander opened his mouth but instead shoved something at Spike, pulling back when the item changed hands.
 
Spike looked down and raised the handful of bills. "Decided to pay me for my forgettable services, dolt?"
 
"Ye-ah." Realization fell on Xander when Spike narrowed his eyes and let out a fierce growl. He started babbling, "No, no! God, no! Not those services or service, not that I rememb..." He gulped when the blue eyes took on a gold ting. "It’s Giles! He had your money ready but you didn’t show and he said you got another thing coming if you thought he was going to go to your crypt again to pay you –not that I know what that’s all about- so seeing as I might pass you on my way, um, I said I’ll give it to you." Xander was breathing hard. But it didn’t seem like he was done for he took a deep breath, and instead of another tirade, he said, "Did you vengeance curse me, by any chance?"
 
Spike shoved the cash into his pocket and faced Xander with a blank expression.
 
Xander wince and chuckled nervously. "Never mind." He shifted on his feet and finished morosely, "Sorry."
 
Spike puckered his lips, causing his cheeks to sink in as he looked over Xander. Then instead of acknowledging what he said, he looked behind the boy at the car’s backseat. "What you got there, then?"
 
Xander turned around without thinking and pulled out the box, pushing it forward at Spike.
 
Spike raised an eyebrow at the box full of shoes of varying colors. "Nice gesture, this. But buggering men doesn't instantly mean that you're a smarmy bint."
 
"They’re Anya’s."
 
"And Xander the Good Samaritan is giving them to shoeless homeless people?"
 
Xander returned the box to the car and slammed the door shut. He looked back at Spike. "I’m burning them."
 
"Really?"
 
"Yep. Learned that from your ditzy ex."
 
Spike scowled. "Bloody dimwit tart roasted my Sex Pistols." At Xander’s lack of sympathy, he continued, smartly, "You know, stud, I didn’t know the road from the cemetery is a short cut to the city dump."
 
His grin widened when Xander’s face flushed and his confidence started wavering once more. He took a couple of steps forward, bringing closer to the boy. He was delighted when Xander only flinched but didn’t jump back when his finger’s grazed his face. "Does footwear fight back now?" he asked, his eyes locked with the unblinking gaze of dilated hazel eyes. 
 
~ Mmm, fear… not the fearing for your life, fear… but delicious fear nonetheless. Uh, and is that…? ~  
 
"Nice shiner."
 
"Thanks. My bathroom floor doesn’t even have a scratch." Xander breathed hard. "I’m more klutzy than usual."
 
Spike pulled back a little. "Huh. That’s where the vengeance came from? I’m chipped, Forest Gump, not neutered." He narrowed his eyes.
 
~ Damn, I should’ve thought about that… ~
 
Xander unaware of Spike’s internal thoughts, sputtered, "Yeah, you know, living on the Hellmouth…"
 
Spike looked contemplating at him before leering, pulling closer. "Try looking deeper, Viking." He whispered in Xander’s ear. "Me thinks that you’re bent out of shape over my concerns and yer internal beatings are manifesting." He licked at the reddened ear.
 
Xander pushed Spike away, ignoring his own heated face. "Doubtful, Free-fang." Xander wished that he could try that again and this time sound more convincing. 
 
Spike noticing Xander’s floundering, tilted his head. "I’m touched you care, pet."
 
Xander gulped and moved a step back, bringing him flush against his car. "I just slipped in the bathroom."
 
"Have a habit of doing that then?" Spike asked, amused, reminding Xander of a similar recent incident. He then lowered his eyelids in a more sultry look. "Should take better care of your pretty face, Xander," he purred his name. "Less you want me to be there to watch…"
 
Xander’s eyes widened and he blurted, "Someone once told me mindless destruction soothes the nerves."
 
Spike blinked at that, quickly catching on. "Inviting me for a roast?"
 
"I hear Manolos' fumes give a high." Xander shakily smiled, clearly begging the vampire for an out.
 
Spike looked at him for a few seconds before nodding firmly. Xander found himself mimicking the movement, eyes still locked with steely blue as if judging his next move.
 
"Wait here." Spike pointed at the spot Xander was currently standing on, turned around, causing his coat to flap in the air, and briskly walked into the cemetery.
 
Xander chose the moment Spike disappeared from his gaze to blink. He took a deep breath, exhaling then inhaling as he leaned against the car. His hand unconsciously rubbed the side of his face, where his cheek still tingled from the cool caress and completely ignored his throbbing ear. He dropped his head to look at his feet.
 
"I really need to start writing these things down…"
 
 
 
The End of Part Six
A/N: of things you might guess here but might not give a damn about (I’ll bore you with them anyway): Joyce is cleared from surgery and is alive and will continue to do so. Riley has left town and Buffy. As for sticking to season 5 canon I will brush on some matters (maybe) a certain big contributor (or two – depending on how you view it) will appear in the next chapter which would put some questions to rest *smirk*. Hope you enjoyed this chapter (been a while since I messed with it). Thanks for all the feedbacks and pokes to bring this back!
 


It's finally here, the next part Sweet Denial
 
 
 
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Sheesh, can't believe I forgot to update this. For anyone who had been following the story I've been writing with [personal profile] lusciousxander called One Thing in Common, I'm here to tell you that after a LONG absence cowering behind Writers Block wall it has resurfaced. You can find it here: One Thing in Common: Chapter Five

And the Summery for those who need reminding: Before the battle with The First something happens that causes Xander to head out to L.A. to give Angel something for safe keeping, but one thing leads to another and… well, you’ve gotta read to know the rest . 

A more informed Summary: the story contains spoilers to BtVS S7, AtS S3. The amulet Angel gave Buffy which she later gave to Spike activated a little ahead of schedule... with interesting results. It's an ensemble cast (mostly ANGEL) with a gradual relationship between Angel and Xander because of the small thing they have in common. Spike's there too but he's a little different ;) actually, he went through a major change.

Previous Chapters here  
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Title: The Odd Man Looking In 
Characters: Ensemble.
Pairing: Voyeur Xander, Spike/Angel, Xander!UST.
Rating: R-rrrrg to be safe.
Summary: Buffy died saving the world and her sister. Everyone deals with grief their own way. Xander watches and ponders the events taking place around him. One in particular stands out.
Setting: Between seasons 5 & 6 in BtVS and seasons 2 & 3 in Ats.   
Disclaimer: Nothing, I own nothing I say! Except this silly plot bunny and the craziness that ensued. Don’t blame JossW, ME, WB (no wait blame them! Just for something else)… I merely borrowed the strings to the puppets that they own *sob*.
Author Note: 1. I am under the mercy of a ruthless plot bunny by the name of Mr. Bunny Muse (yes, he has a name – he is that egotistical). I never did anything like this before, so hopefully you won’t hate this. The structure and the alternating tenses are deliberate to remind you how confusing the order of events could be in the mind of Xander Harris. Hopefully, that translates well in this 1stperson POV and doesn't seem like utter crap *cross fingers and taps them on a piece of wood*.
 
2. I don’t know what to call this, a ficlet, a missing scene (hah! Some'd hope! *narrows eyes at those some* although, if you squint it does abides by to the arc—in away, doesn't negate anything before/after). It was just a short drabble scene, apparently a failed-drabble, but I found out that although I have hopefully reined in the ficlet monsters (coming from a past of long novella fics) I have yet to be bestowed the drabble pen. Oh, well. Maybe someday. 
                               
3. Read related story set in S4 btvs before or after TOMLI: "H17" - The Past Unlocked

Warning: Voyeur Xander (naughty boy!)
 
Thanks a whole bunch to [livejournal.com profile] lusciousxander for her quick read/edit, and telling me that me trying a new approach didn't suck big time! And grand smoochies to [livejournal.com profile] mygothangel for being a great beta and for saying my Xander voice is "perfect" and the word "hot" relating to this! Aw.  
 
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Title: Who's the Coolest?
Author: Mera
Feedback: lusciousspike@yahoo.com
Characters in order of appearance: Buffy, Dawn, Xander, Spike, Giles, Willow, Tara.
Pairing: Spike/Xander... sort've... pre-slash.. kinda... slash? *sigh* labeling is so confusing. You tell me when you read!
Summary: Fun ficlet. It’s Dawn’s birthday party. She makes everyone play 'I Never'.
Disclaimer: Nothing, I own nothing I say! Except this silly plot bunny and the craziness that ensued. Don’t blame JossW, ME, WB (no wait blame them! Just for something else *g*)… I merely borrowed the strings to the puppets that they own *sob*.
Notes: 1/ This is set somewhere in season 5 BtVS. Riley left coz Buffy didn't love him. Anya is no more. She gets in the way of Spander… so she must go. How? Well, there’s the school of thought says that when Xander professed his love, she freaked and skipped town.
2/ Joyce is still alive. It’s just that after the surgery was a success she needed to catch up on her work, left for a convention in… I dunno… New York and was held up for some reason or another. Let’s say, the flight was delayed. So she missed Dawn’s b-day and Buffy wanting to make it up to her sister, fell under the pressure and invited Spike. For no more reason than to stop her younger sis from whining about how crappy her life is, and better than Dawn sneaking off to Spike’s crypt like she usually did when she was upset, Buffy twisted Spike’s arm into showing up at a kiddy party. Literally!

I Never… I didn’t make the game… but I sure converted it to my wicked pleasure here *smirk*

Thanks to Farah for the quick read!! *smooch*

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It was Dawn’s birthday party, and everyone wanted to make the young girl happy.

The Summers women had planned on a night just for them then a big party at the Bronze for Dawn and her friends the day after. Joyce couldn’t return in time from her business trip and the Bronze was closed for renovation. Therefore, the teenager, backed up by her lack of luck in life and of quote ‘too girly presents’ minus of course Spike's ‘cool Sex Pistols CD’, demanded that the gang fall to her requests.

Dawn wanted to play ‘I Never’.

“No.”

Dawn puffed her cheeks. “It’s my birthday wish, Buffy.”

Buffy shrugged. “Well, it’s a stupid one. I’ll light the candles again and this time when you blow them out, wish something impossible- without saying ‘I wish’, 'cause there only lies demony badness--- oooh, like a pony!” She pasted on an eager smile.

Dawn crossed her arms. “If you make me do-over a wish, I’ll say I wish, and you’ll get stuck with a demonic pony.” She narrowed her eyes. “That eats ALL your shoes… except flip-flops.”

Buffy’s face turned indignant but before she could retaliate, a mediator from the observing group intercepted.

“Buff. Deep breath!” Xander stepped between the girls. He turned to Dawn. “You know better than to attack your sister's shoes, Dawnster,” he chastised her, only to have Dawn turn her glare at him.

“You’re taking her side!” she said in a huff, nearly stomping her foot. “Like usual, it’s all about Buffy.”

Buffy pushed Xander out of the way. “Dawn, stop acting like a kid. I’m not letting you play this 'cause it’s an adult game.”

“Better she does it here than out on the streets.”

Emerald eyes turned in a fierce look. Spike acted like he didn’t care as he played with his lighter.

“Don’t you dare light that thing in here. Oh. And yeah, who asked your opinion?”

Spike flicked his zippo closed and replaced it in his duster. He looked at Buffy like she was missing something. “Niblet wants to try something she saw on TV.” He ignored Buffy’s darkened expression stating ‘What the hell were you having my kid-sis watch when she went mental and snuck out to hang out with the undead!’. Buffy’s looks were very expressive. “You rather she experiences it first hand with a bunch of one-track-mind whelps, or here under your slayer powered thumb?”

Buffy opened her mouth, closed it then scrunched her nose trying to rebut that.

Giles, who had been silent all this time, spoke up, “You have no idea how it pains me to say this, Buffy, but I have to agree with Spike.”

Buffy sighed reluctantly. “I guess.”

“Excuse me.” Xander raised a finger, turned, walked to the window, moved the living room curtains to look out, then returned to the group surrounding the cake. At everyone’s look he explained, “Just checking the world still exists.”

Buffy rolled her eyes. “Okay, guys, dig in, the sooner we eat Dawn’s face---” She grinned innocently when she saw Dawn twisted her lips at the hideous face on the childlike cake. “---the sooner we start the game and the sooner Dawn gets bored.”

Dawn squealed but she quickly held it back as soon as it was uttered. She bit her lip to stop a smile that wanted to emerge full blow in response to Spike’s conspiring wink.

After Willow and Tara helped Buffy clear out the cake and the presents to the kitchen and dining room, the three girls came back laden with drinks and glasses, placing them on the living room table. Dawn pouted when all the alcohol was placed as far away from her as possible seeing as Buffy’s unwavering condition was changing the rules so that Dawn would drink soda instead.

The group took places on the ground surrounding the table.

“Let’s keep it easy and light …” Buffy started only to end with an exaggerated ‘ow’ when Dawn’s elbow rammed into her rib.

“Buffy, you promised, everything goes.” Dawn grinned widely. “You were outnumbered in the vote. Everyone agreed that it’s not real ‘I Never’ otherwise.”

Willow giggled when she heard Buffy mumble, “Traitors,” in stage whisper. The redhead caught everyone’s attention with a small wave. “Okay, I think the birthday girl should start.”

Dawn picked the soda bottle and frowned trying to remember how the people on that late night movie acted. “Uh, I never… smoked.”

Giles and Spike took a drink.

Dawn frowned. “I meant … you know, ‘I never smoked pot’,” she explained on Giles’ behalf. “Not smoke smoke.”

Giles shrugged, and again both he and Spike raised their glasses. A gasp to the right turned their attention to Tara’s eyes bugging as Willow took a drink as well.

“Willow?” Tara placed a boat load of questions in one word.

Willow blushed. “Um, Oz… well…” she trailed off.

“Here’s for dog boy, showing his gal the ropes!” Spike toasted, but an inch before the glass reached his mouth, Xander’s hand shot out to grab him.

“No toasts.” He wiggled his finger at the vampire. “Evil vamp wants to mooch on free drinks, he does it playing by the rules.”

“On this cheap drink that can’t fuzz out a pup?” Spike snorted and placed down his glass. “I’ll win this hands down, Scrappy.” He titled his head. “No real competition here… except maybe Ripper.” Spike chuckled at the competitive gleam that appeared in Xander’s eyes.

To the left, Giles had taken off his glasses and placed them in his shirt pocket. He made himself more comfortable.

“Okay, going clock wise, I guess I’m next,” Buffy said. She seemed to be getting into the mood of things. “I never … skinny dipped.”

Again, Spike and Giles took a drink. Several grinned and held back loud hoots at a blushing Tara who took a sip as well. Willow bumped shoulders with her girlfriend and gave her a meaningful ‘complete details later’ and they both giggled.

It was all silent for a while until Spike nudged Giles with his docs. “Oi, mate. Don’t tell me that little sip made you conk out already.”

Giles blinked noticing that everyone was looking at him expectantly. He hadn’t realized it was his turn. Suddenly, what Spike had said registered and he turned to look at the smirking vampire. “I’ll have you know, William, that I could drink you under the table.”

It was Giles’ turn to smirk at how the reference darkened Spike’s expression. The watcher had been apprehensive of this game. He had intended to try and sway Dawn from playing this, or at the very least excuse himself for some odd reason. However, the sad look that would have befallen the teenager’s face put a stop to that all too soon.

“As Spike’s haughty attitude suggested, I should say mine. Well, then…” He frowned thinking. “I had never… wait, no. That’s not right. Ah, right, I’d never worn black nail varnish.”

“Really??” Xander exclaimed. “'Cause in that picture I found with Will… ye-ouch!” He rubbed at his calf where long witch nail had dug in. “Never mind.”

Giles twisted his lips, but observed as Spike, Buffy, Willow picked up their drinks.

Spike made a loud burp as he leaned back. He blew a kiss at Buffy’s disgusted look. “My turn then. This one's a thinker.” He tilted his head back in what seemed like it would be deep thought, but that took no more than a second. “Right. I never dyed my hair.” And promptly took a drink himself.

He raised his eyebrow over the glass at everyone’s infuriated look. As he pulled down the half empty glass he snickered as everyone, minus Xander, took a drink.

“I vote that unless you honestly never did ‘I Never’ you are banned from the game. No, from the whole game area even! All in favor?” Xander shot a deadly glare at Spike.

Dawn exasperatedly rolled her eyes.

“Here here!” Buffy, however, agreed wholeheartedly as she unconsciously played with her hair. “Xander. It’s your turn.”

Xander opened his mouth and had to stop himself from grinding his teeth together when Spike whispered only for his ears, “Wish you hadn’t said that just now, don’t ya?”

With anger choked words, Xander said, “I never got so drunk that I got confused.”

Buffy was the first to drink, followed by Giles and Spike.

Dawn pouted. “I really hope you all don’t stick on saying grownup ‘I Never’s.”

Buffy patted her sister’s hair. “This is your choice, Dawnie, remember.” She grinned evilly. “This way if you drink to a grownup ‘I Never’ I’d know.”

Dawn’s eyes widened, she hadn’t thought of that. “I could like not drink and you’d never know,” she said defiantly.

Buffy shrugged. “Well, that’s against the rules, and you could get hexed or something.”

Dawn turned wide eyes at Willow, who shrugged. “This is the hellmouth, Dawnie. I wouldn’t try my luck,” she said, raising her shoulders apologetically.

“Keeping to the rules of truth games is a sacred bond.” Xander was physically set to pounce the minute that the next ‘I Never’ applied to him.

Spike snickered. “Easy to say for the boy who has yet to drink.”

Xander pretended that Spike didn’t exist anymore while he turned pleading eyes at Willow.

Willow gave a small smile. “I never ate a whole box of Twinkies by myself.”

With a whoop, Xander chugged down his glass as if drinking the entire glass would have him catch up to the others. He placed his glass down with a satisfied sigh.

Spike shook his head in mock sadness. “Pity play.”

Xander, still loopy from the quick drink, stuck his tongue out at Spike.

Spike looked at the childish act with half lidded eyes. “Better do something with that dangling meat, mate, or put it back where it belongs.”

Xander took a moment to process that before he felt his face heat up and he turned back to the table.

Spike was filled with satisfaction and when his eyes turned and caught Buffy’s, he stuck his tongue to the back of his teeth and leered.

“I-I never was attracted to s-someone I claimed to hate,” everyone snapped their attention to Tara’s whisper and watched her hair drop around her face, still not hiding the red tinged cheeks. The shy witch’s brand of bringing them back to the game shocked even her girlfriend.

Reluctantly, Xander, Spike and Buffy picked up their glasses. A second later, Giles did the same with a sigh.

Tara smiled when her girlfriend gave her a rolled eyed grin.

“I never made out with the same sex!” Dawn said trying to break the silent tension. She narrowed her eyes when all she got was shocked looks. She tapped his fingers. “We-ll? You really don’t want to enrage the ‘I never’ Gods, do you?” That showed them for ignoring the birthday girl.

Naturally, Willow and Tara sipped their drink, pretty blushes on their faces.

Buffy pushed around her glass with her fingers, before picking it up and taking a swallow. She had a firm look when she placed it down. “Beer bad.” That explained enough.

Spike picked up the open bottle, poured down more alcohol into his glass, then upon a moment of thought, he did the same for Giles who only let out a low snort. The two Englishmen gulped down the whole glass with nearly no wince to register.

Buffy’s eyes were as big as saucers. “I don’t want to know!” She looked on with fear at both men.

Xander was captivated with the table. It was the center of his being; no other reality existed but this. He even contemplated making a brand new living room table. One that didn’t hold bad memories.

Spike and Giles caught the different young stares before wincing as they barely looked at each other. “Bloody hell, never,” they said in unison.

Buffy hummed in thought. It was her turn to play again, wanting to move from the topic as soon as possible, “I never made a spell that went wrong.”

“Thanks, Buff,” Xander said, though the tone of his voice claimed the opposite.

Everyone at the table -other than Buffy- took a drink, only Spike and Giles didn’t have guilty looks on their faces, it was more of faraway gaze of someone who was trying to remember exactly what had transpired in their past dealings.

Buffy gave her sister a pointed glare when she sipped her soda guiltily.

And the game continued for several more rounds, in which Xander only got in two more drinks, even less than Dawn. It didn’t matter that Buffy was upset at Dawn for stealing a fish for God knew what reason, or that her baby sister saw a porno, it mattered that in the ‘I Never’ record, little Dawn was cooler than Xander.

The only victory that Xander had was when Spike mentioned in bored tones as he had tried to look down Buffy’s blouse, that he had never worn any ‘chit undies’. It was a testament of everything he HAD done, also a clear effort from the vampire to counter Xander’s hopes in having a getting a drink sometime in the recent future, as the blond had done all night.

Xander would have giving him that round if Willow hadn’t thrown at him one of her disapproving looks. So everyone ended up drinking in that round- yes, even Giles, who would be sure to get the weirdest looks the other day- all but Spike.

Xander snickered when Spike looked shocked and not a little impressed at him when he loudly slurped his drink, then made a satisfied sound with his tongue. Luckily for Xander, there was nothing in the rules for him to explain the when and how of the events. He would never live down that fraternity embarrassment, but at least it would only be between him, Willow and his college tormentors.

Why had he told her about that humiliation again? Right. She hadn't stopped nagging about why Xander had lipstick on his lips, thinking that he had kissed a girl. To save his sanity, Xander had given up and told her everything, but only after he made a pact with his friend not to tell anyone. They had spit-sworn and everything!

What threw the young man though, was that he could have sworn that there was a moment where Spike was looking a little too intently at the ladies of the room. He wasn’t going to over-think that. There lied badness and a crazy vampire who would do anything to gain an upper hand, even if it were in a future game of ‘I Never’.

And, yeah, Spike was right in what he had proclaimed early on in the game, Xander thought hiding an unmanly pout. Spike was the first place in the number of drinks he had, and he still wasn’t the least bit fuzzy headed. Drinks sucked. This game sucked. There was a reason he only played ‘Spin the Bottle’.

“I never rode on a motorbike,” Willow said forlorn.

As always Spike and Giles refilled their drinks, but this time with the addition of Dawn.

Buffy smiled nicely at Spike. “Mr. Pointy has been asking about you.”

Tara giggled too intoned in the game, and a little lightheaded, “I never had sex with a guy.”

Xander, Dawn and Tara sat this round out.

Xander mumbled, “I’m gonna pretend that I saw Giles *not* drink. Heck, I’m gonna pretend I didn’t see SPIKE drink. I’m young, and apparently too innocent, and I need my sleep.”

“Gonna stay awake all night thinking about me, Xander?” Spike said in a falsetto tone. He dodged Xander's punch. “That Ethan bloke seems like a fun loving guy, eh, Rupes?”

Giles gave Spike his best Ripper look, even the vampire had to admit he felt a knot in his throat at that dark look.

“La, la, la, it’s a happy place, full of red and purple flowers and none shoe eating ponies and Giles didn’t have sex with evil Ethan…” Buffy sighed blissfully. Beer was bad but cheap whiskey wasn’t.

“Oi,” Spike said interested. “In that paradise of yours, slayer, am I blissfully non-buggered by your ex-honey?”

“Riley?!” Dawn’s eyes widened.

Buffy suddenly noticed her sister, and clamped her hands over her ears. “No! Save what little innocence you have!” she cried out desperately.

Dawn slapped Buffy’s booze weakened grip away. She caught a sick look on Spike’s face.

“Does Captain Cardboard’s hair stand straight up?” Spike asked with a tilt.

“Angel?!” the squeak was from Xander who was looking frantically around. “Bleach, any kind. Even the kind that Buffy and Biteless use!” He scrubbed at his head as if to release the evil images.

Giles looked contemplative. “That’s quite understandable seeing as…”

“No.” Buffy actually held Giles’ lips together. Slayer swiftness seemed to be all in order. “I knew this was a bad, bad idea. It screamed to me ‘Buffy, I’m bad,’ so no more understandable seeing. I am blissfully drunk and will wake up of no memory of this night.” She nodded assertively then she sat back down. “Dawnie.”

“I never had a tattoo.” Dawn grinned at Buffy.

“I’ll have you know it wasn’t consensual!” Buffy said as she took a drink. She mumbled in her drink, “It’s was all Giles’s boyfriend’s fault.”

Dawn rolled her eyes. “Yeah, the first one you mean.” She watched as Giles took a drink.

Spike titled his head. “I honestly dunno if I have any tats.” He swung his gaze around the table. “Anyone care to check? Harris?” When Xander pretended that he couldn’t hear Spike's questioning 'innocent' tone, the vampire sighed. “Ah, well, don't want to chance some game god takin' offence, so I’ll set this on out. Inking was more Angelus’ thing anyway.”

When Buffy replaced her glass with a content sigh, Spike continued as if he was having a conversation with her, “Remember that wicked beast on his right shoulder? How you could feel it if you close your eyes and lick…”

With a swift move to the right, Spike chuckled as he avoided the stake now emended in the couch cushions.

Xander didn’t move. He was frozen in his spot. His wide eyes though swerved as much as they could to his right and watched as the pencil thin stake pulsated with the impact.

“Buffy!” Dawn said in shock. “You actually tried to kill Spike!” She pointed. “And so telling mom the couch is totally your fault.” She huffed. “Who’s acting like a baby, if you read any of the books Giles told you to study…”

Buffy banged her head against the table top. “Short term memory, it’s really nice… alcohol bad, made my reflexes girly… Spike dust nice…”

Xander’s motor functions finally kicked in. “Spike, couch, what about, gosh, I dunno, ME?!” he spluttered pointing at the short distance separating him and the sharp projectile. Looking around, he searched for some kind of acknowledgment at the very least, he found none. Well, other than Spike snickers but those could have been due to Buffy’s hair soaking up the spilled liquid.

That was funny actually.

A loud groan was heard. Giles was stretching as he got ready to stand up. “I’m afraid this has to be the last one for me, as it is, I wonder how I will drive back.”

“Wait!” Dawn stood up to face him. “Just one more, and I’m the birthday girl, and I should say it!”

“Hurry up then, Bit, don’t want me to catch the morning light. I don’t freckle well.”

“Maybe you should try it,” Buffy said with venom, raising her head. If it weren’t for Spike, this night wouldn’t be as revealing as it was. It was all his fault.

“I never kissed a guy on the lips.”

Collective groaning at the reopening of that topic echoed in the room.

Buffy took a large gulp, somewhat unusual for her, but after the recent events no one faulted her. Willow took a sip finishing her glass, Tara right on her heels with a mumbled, “Prom,” as an explanation. Spike chugged down his glass, before standing up, and handing Giles his own. Giles placed his glasses on his face, but took the offering with a brief incensed shake of his head then finished it off.

“Great,” Xander whined as he and the others stood up. “Just me and Dawnie… w-w- what are you doing?!” the last was said in a horrified rush.

All eyes turned as one to look at Dawn who just finished wiping away the residue of gulping down the entire soda bottle.

She smiled sheepishly at them all.

Spike stalked over to her and took a sniff.

“Ew.” Dawn slapped at him. “Don’t smell me, Spike!”

“Just want to know who the bugger is so I can have… a nice talk with him.”

Buffy stood next to Spike in full slayer mood. “Dawn, let Spike sniff you.”

“What?! No. Guys. Listen. This is the only way I could tell you all, I have a boyfriend. And no, I’m not telling you his name, coz you all need to get used to that idea first, ok?” Dawn looked pleadingly at the protective group. “Please.”

Tara patted Dawn’s shoulder. “You know, Dawn, you could’ve told us this in a different way.”

Dawn shrugged sheepishly. “This was way more fun.”

Buffy groaned. “I can’t deal with this tonight. I’m too info-ed out.” She yawned. “Okay, people who don’t live here, leave. Dawn.” She caught his sister’s eyes. “Tomorrow we’re buying you a chastity-belt.”

Dawn took on an outraged appearance especially when she saw Spike nodding.

“Don’t think they sell those anymore, but I bet I can get a fine deal with a demon I know…”

“Good night, ladies!” Xander waved at Tara and Willow who were making their escape. “It was… interesting. I don’t think I know a group of people more, sadly.”

When Spike was about to write down his demon supplier’s name Xander grinned in goodbye at Buffy, wished a last happy birthday at Dawn then he dragged Spike out by the arm.

Behind them, they heard Giles say his goodnight before pulling the door closed behind him. The watcher stood next to the two men on the porch.

“I think I’m sober enough to drive now.”

Xander raised his eyebrows in uncertainty.

"I am," Giles defended, offended. He stumbled towards his car, hearing Xander's unsure voice behind him calling, "Are you sure?"

Giles didn’t answer and Xander and Spike watched as he moved down the driveway drunkenly, getting into his car and driving away.

“You know he went back home to his ‘secret’ single malt stash.”

Spike grunted in response.

“What?” the vampire sighed after a couple minutes of silence only punctuated by the sounds of the girls inside the house getting ready for bed.

Xander smacked a hand on his face. “This got to be the cheap booze talking, but what’s the deal with everyone’s ‘gay experiences’. I mean, I know I never went to college, that doesn’t mean that experimenting is limited to people in collage! You never went to collage!”

Spike scoffed. “I graduated top of my literature class, Numchuck.” He shook his head. This sure was a night of honest revelations. Thankfully, Xander was too wrapped up in his current pitiful life to notice Spike’s previous one.

“It’s not fair! Giles!” Xander said the last word in an offended way.

“I’m sure he was headboy back in his day.” Spike sniggered.

Xander slapped his hands over his head, gripping his hair. “That’s just wrong! I mean Dawn’s way cooler than me,” his voice dropped and so did his shoulders.

Spike scratched the back of his ear. “Want a snog then?” he said promptly.

Xander could hear his neck snap from the quick moment, but he couldn’t care. “WHAT?”

“I’m your best choice if you want to get that off your closeted ‘must experience’ list. You prefer Rupert, then?”

“You’re evil.”

“Thank you for noticing.”

Head tilt.

Mop of hair shook in an effort to make sense of it all.

Xander finally turned contemplative eyes at the bored looking vampire. “When did you last drink blood?”

“Why? You offering?”

Glare.

“Fine. Uh, ‘round sunset.”

Xander did quick calculations in his mind.

“Okay.”

Xander might be less tolerant to drink than he gave himself credit for.

Spike raised his eyebrow. “Well, no wonder you’re sweepin’ them bints left and right.”

Xander beamed cheekily. “Just trying to catch up with you, Matcho-man.”

“Let’s do this and be over with.”

“How…” Xander didn’t get to finish, because his mouth was otherwise occupied.

Xander had a moment of hesitation, the urge to pull back and pound at the cool alien feeling of another man’s lips on him, but that was fleeting. He felt Spike respond to him giving in without hesitation, lips softening against his, less forceful than at first. It was kissing, nothing new in that. Except everything. It was different, from the feel of the body against him, to the strong hand gripping his face into place, the firm shoulders he was leaving his nails imprint in, the feel of the hand sliding down his back, and the cool tongue dominating his. It was overwhelming his senses.

It could have been only a ten seconds or ten minutes for all Xander knew. He just knew that he wasn’t the one who moaned when it ended at the loss. He would swear on his parents’ life if it came to it. He also didn’t feel lightheaded nor experienced what the teenage girls call ‘jelly knees’.

“That ‘nuff experiencing for ya?”

Xander blinked. “Uh huh.”

Spike smirked. “Still have it.” He nodded as if speaking to someone else. “That’s nice to know.” He stuck his hands into his duster and walked away.

Xander nodded to himself after several moments standing there alone. He walked down the path to the driveway, and stood next to his car, a distant look in his eyes. He shook his head as he searched his pockets for his car keys. A frown marred his face. He could have sworn that the keys were in his jeans pockets. He even patted them to make sure right before…

Right before he dragged Spike outside, a second prior to Buffy declaring the vampire Guardian of Dawn’s Virtue which in her intoxicated mind might have seemed the best course of action. Xander didn't know if he should take up that position himself as he thought about Dawn having a teenage admirer, God he hoped he was a teenager, you didn't know with those Summers girls. However, something kept his thoughts of tearing the anonymous – for now - *boy* a new one at bay, enough for him to focus ...

Spike had his keys, which were attached to his wallet.

Thief.

And Xander could care less.

He had supplied the party with drinks and his wallet was empty save for an expired library card he had kept because it made him look cool. And he had forgotten his license like usual right next to his spare car keys.

With a shrug, Xander started to whistle as he walked down the street to his apartment.

He didn’t need to look cool. He was. Being pick-pocketed, groped and French kissed by a guy, a dead guy, put him three points over Dawn in the game.

He was now tied with Tara!

The End… See, this was suppose to be a funny ficlet, heck I fooled myself enough to believe that a drabble was possible. Naïve thy is my name. Anyway, I wonder if there is potential for more in this? It kinda out grew my first contemplation of it. Should be studying for my last exam when I'd first written this. But as Xander so eloquently thought, I could care less! *pokes fic to see if something else comes out*
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Title: Too Close for Comfort
Series: Messing with His Head (#5)
Author: Mera
Feedback: Do it… you know you want to! Please? lusciousspike@yahoo.com
Rating: 15+ for strong words.
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Summary/TimeLine: During Season 5 BtVS. Xander figures some things out... or does he?
Disclaimer: The chars belong to Joss though I borrowed some… am going to keep them for sometime… give them tea and crumpets… maybe make them show me their sexy dance and if I ever get bored *snort* I'll return them.
Distribution: You want? Just ask, I swear I won't say no! I just want to know where they sleep.
Sequel to: Oblivious Prey, To Be or Not to Be a Dream, Spanking Clean, G’morning.
Check MWHH Archive for the chapters in order.

Many thanks to [livejournal.com profile] lusciousxander and to [livejournal.com profile] mygothangel for amazing quick beta!

Italics & *& capitals = emphasize
~ = thoughts


Too Close for Comfort )

Fic: Empty

Jun. 13th, 2006 06:48 pm
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Title: Empty
Characters: Xander, Spike, Dawn, Willow, Anya.
Rating: Something for all ages…
Summary/TimeLine: Season 7, during End of Days. Willow said that the house was empty…but  was it really?
Note: Part of the Missing Scene Series MiSS but is in fact a stand-alone ficlet like all of them are.
 
Thanks to [personal profile] lusciousxander for the quick beta!
 
 
Empty )
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Title: Weighing Down
Feedback: lusciousspike@yahoo.com
Rating: Something for all ages…
Characters: Xander. Mentioned: Spike, Joyce.
Note: Part of the Missing Scene Series MiSS but is in fact a stand-alone like all of them are.
Summary/TimeLine: Post Forever. Whatever happened to those flowers?
Warning: Mention of character death.

Thanks to lusciousxander for the quick read!



Weighing Down )

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