HALLOWEEN AND VAMPIRES (4/?)
Xander walked around the crypt, not believing that he had not only allowed
Willow to convince him to dress like this, but to go find Spike and
bring
Blondie back for the party. He cursed as he felt someone bump him,
knocking
him on his ass. He glanced up, frowning when he saw red eyes before
the demon
turned and ran. He stood, shaking his head as his hand went to rub
the
leather covering his ass. "Damn."
He felt a cloud cover his eyes before suddenly he straightened. A slow
smile
spread over his handsome face as he licked his lips. He had a vampire
to find
and redhead waiting for them both. He moved gracefully towards the
door to
the crypt, not bothering to knock. He entered, looking around for Spike.
He
saw the blond look up, snarling when he saw who it was.
"What do you want?" Spike asked, frowning when he saw the tight black
leather
pants and navy blue silk shirt. Damn human was trying to look like
Angelus,
he realized. Scowling, he glared, not wanting the boy to know he looked
good.
"What? No hello? I feel the love here," Xander said, moving to sit in
the
empty chair.
"Go away," Spike said slowly, in case the boy was too daft to understand
him.
"Brought you these," Xander said, pulling out a pack of Marlboros and
tossing
them to a surprised Spike. "Can I have one?"
"What?" Spike asked, his eyes narrowing as he tried to figure out why
the
little brat had bought him cigarettes. They only brought him blood
or cigs
when they wanted something from him that they didn't think he'd do.
He glared
at the boy, "Explain yourself. Now."
"Light it up," Xander said, catching Spike's eyes and smiling seductively,
"take a puff," he continued, licking his lips as he spoke, leaning
forward
slightly, "pass it to me."
"This is a prank isn't it?" Spike said, getting to his feet as his jeans
tightened. He wasn't getting hard thinking of that wanker's lips wrapped
his
cock. Nope. That wasn't the reason at all.
"Blondie, are you always so damn stupid?" Xander asked, sighing as he
sank
back in the chair. "I mean, Willow has only wanted you to fuck her
for
months, years, but do you notice? No. I'm sitting here practically
begging
you to come with me, and do you notice? Again, no."
"Go with you where?" Spike asked, getting angrier as he got more confused.
"You didn't mention going anywhere, damn it!" Suddenly, he smiled,
a wicked
gleam entering his eyes, "The witch wants me? Really?"
"No, I thought I'd come here and waste my time by telling you lies,"
Xander
said, wondering for a moment why they were bothering with the blond.
His eyes
drifted down Spike's body, seeing the rather large bulge pressing against
the
black jeans and suddenly remembered. Spike was damn fine.
"What the hell game are you playing?" Spike demanded, wanting to now
go find
the redhead and shag her silly.
"Willow is having a private party. She wants you," Xander said, getting
to
his feet and stretching, "to attend."
"A party?" Spike asked, watching the way the silk drifted over the boy's
chest.
"A very private party," Xander said, smiling as lust entered his eyes.
His
cock was pushing against the tight leather and had been since running
into
that demon.
"Let me get my coat," Spike said, his mind running over with possibilities
concerning his little witch.