Bliss
Took Hold 13
by Danielle
The fight was over
almost before it began. Riley and Xander had distracted the guards while Buffy
and Angel beat down the metal door. Spike had gone crazy on the Melacca demon,
slicing off all four arms and crushing its windpipe in seconds. The crystal they
had to destroy was right where they needed it to be, and the witches chanted it
to pieces. Everyone was feeling triumphant, but they still had steam to work
off. Buffy invited everyone back over to her house for an impromptu celebration.
The vampire could tell
that Buffy was offering a party at her home for a reason. Joyce had left town
the previous weekend to help set up a new gallery in LA. Dawn was always
complaining to Spike about how quiet the house was. The hard part was that their
mother wouldn’t be back for at least a few months.
“I still don’t know
why you volunteered my booze,” Spike groused while he carried the full box into
the house. He was still having issues over Xander’s little faux pas. It was
getting harder to avoid, and he seriously needed to work up the courage to speak
about it to the human.
Dawn was on him in
seconds, wanting all the details about blood and entrails that only the blonde
vampire would give her. He described
everything as gruesomely as he could, but she still wasn’t
phased.
Everyone settled in
the living room, snacks and alcohol in easy reach. Xander had announced that he
was the bartender for the evening, and he set about making insane concoctions
with Spike’s liquor. Giles had stayed home, and Tara and Riley had early classes
the next day.
Spike leaned in and
spoke quietly to the youngest Summers. “How’s the lock-picking going? You
practicing like I taught you?”
She beamed proudly,
her green eyes glittering. “Yeah, I’m getting pretty good! You know what I need
to work on? Hot-wiring. I remember what you showed me, but I don’t have a car to
practice on.”
“You should have just
asked, Nibblet. I’ll bring the DeSoto by tomorrow and we’ll work on it in the
garage, savvy?”
Dawn hugged him and
giggled excitedly. Spike had helped tutor her for English, but his real service
lay in sneaking her weapons, teaching her to fight, and schooling her in the
arts of illegal activity. They had to find their fun
somewhere!
“What are you guys
whispering about?” Buffy asked suspiciously.
“I told her I’d lend
her a few of my CDs. Educate her on the history of fine English Punk Rock,” the
vampire easily tossed out.
Angel, who had heard
every word, covered his grin.
“Igh…Sex Pistols?
Dawnie, are you sure you want to listen to that?”
“Hey! They’re
classic!”
And so the night
continued, everyone talking and laughing, while Xander mixed drinks and they
proceeded to get drunk. Hours later and everyone was in various states of
inebriation. Spike had out done himself, having consumed more in one night than
he had in decades. He sprawled on the
couch, shirtless because he’d spilled a drink on it and barely conscious. His
hands and feet felt heavy and useless, and just the effort of keeping his head
up was monumental.
Xander sat on the
floor, concentrating on the drinks on the coffee table. Angel was passed out in
the dining room, having met Spike drink for drink all night. Dawn had gone to bed, and
“--but like I was
saying…Wills,” the Slayer squinted intensely, “I really want the kind of
tenderness with Riley that you and Tara have, you know?”
“He’s got the wrong
equipment for that, pet.” Spike rolled his head on the cushion to look at her.
“Ew! Not like *that* I
mean, not that it’s ew or anything,
“And *that* would be
one of the tools!” Spike smirked at the two girls and stuck out his tongue
pervertedly.
“And what would you
know about it anyway, Spike? You’ve never been a lesbian before.”
“Oooh, we could wake
up Angel and ask if *they* were ever lesbians together!” Buffy bounced giddily,
nearly tipping off the couch. She was
joking and they all knew it.
“Guy vampires can’t be
lesbians, Buff.” The quiet boy met her eyes, then Spike’s. The vampire saw a
heat in them that he didn’t expect.
Xander had been flirting with him all night, and it was putting the
blonde in a scary hopeful place.
“Darla and Dru used to
go at it all the time–” Spike pointed out casually. He tried to direct his hand
to grab his drink off the coffee table, but it wouldn’t move. This wasn’t good.
“I wasn’t saying that
I wished Riley was a lesbian, guys! Like…we’re always fighting—not with each
other, I meant evil—and it makes us, I don’t know…harsher? You know?”
//Nope, higher thought
was *way* beyond her capabilities// Spike considered. But then, grabbing a drink
was beyond his, and he chuckled at that.
“You are so drunk,
Spike.” Xander got up, swayed, staggered, and plopped next to him. For a second,
Spike saw desire. In a flicker, it was gone. “And I happen to know for a fact
that you *are* a lesbian. At least part lesbian.”
Buffy and Willow sat
up, wide eyed and gasped like this was the best piece of gossip they’d ever
heard.
“Really? Him and
Angel?”
“How do you know?” The
blonde girl was skeptical.
Spike turned to
Xander, not quite believing that the human would want him to get dusted this
badly. Most of him was too drunk to care.
“’kay, if I’m gonna
say this you guys have to promise you won’t get mad.” Xander blinked slowly at
them.
The blonde vampire was
giggling wildly now. “Xan-der…” Spike
said in an effort to stop whatever the whelp was going to do. He knew he should
be worried, but right now, the feeling was just background noise to go with the
laughter bubbling through him.
“I had a lesbian
moment with Spike.” Serious face, but the statement was so bizarre that the room
fell silent for a minute. Both girls and Spike started cackling so hard, tears
streamed down their faces. He grabbed
Spike’s hand in an effort to make them believe. The contact was intoxicating and
both felt the charged energy that flowed through them.
Xander’s other hand
trailed up the blonde’s chest, and Spike was rock hard in an instant. A glimpse
at the two girls matching wide-eyed expressions only made him laugh
harder.
One second he was
giggling uncontrollably, the next he had the human’s mouth covering his. //It’s
alright. I passed out and now I’m dreaming// Soft, full lips pressed his, and
the brunette’s weight shifted as he climbed on top of him. The boy pulled away as he pulled off his
shirt, and Spike’s eyes crawled over the bronze, muscled chest before they moved
in for another kiss. The withdrawal he’d
been going through since their first contact flared up, and the vampire was
aching for Xander.
“And it looks like
he’s having another lesbian moment…”
Spike was drowning in
the waves of arousal that came off the dark-haired man. Their erections rubbed
through fabric as Xander bucked and writhed against him.
“Waited so long...for
this. Feels so good...” The vampire wasn’t aware that he was speaking until he’d
said it. He’d hoped the boy would come around; who knew it would be like
this?
Totally in the moment,
Spike looked at the naked attraction in his human’s eyes as Xander dipped down
to kiss him again. Clumsy fingers fumbled on his jeans and the vampire let his
head drop back. //Damned
logic.//
“No, Xan…Not here. Not
like this. I’m all for a snog, but the
shag has to wait until both of us are sober enough to move, or care about what
we’re doing,” the tempted vampire mumbled. He struggled to get his arms to
react, and eventually they came to rest on the boy’s wrists.
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“I can move. That’s
enough.”
//Soft pale skin. Want
him. // Everything was coming through in fragments, but it was so good. Xander’s
mind was in slow motion, only commenting on what was going on after the fact,
never mind that the room was spinning and dipping in a hazy, music video way.
Sitting on the floor
and saying something to Buff and Wills. Knowing he wasn’t supposed to share this
little secret but doing it anyway. //Oooh, Spike nearness goodness—is that even
a sentence?//
Spike. Gorgeous,
forbidden, evil, type O negative-drinking Spike. // Wanna taste those lips. Ok,
tasting the lips. Want more.// The
grinding and pulsing was getting to Xander, and all his desire and repressed
need for the vampire rushed to the surface in a hypnotic mantra in his head.
//Need, need, need, need...//