Title: Bleedin' Sunshine
Author: Karissa
Email: suntraness@msn.com
Website: http://close.chasing-tomorrow.org/
Disclaimer: I probably wasn't even alive when Joss was sitting alone in his bedroom, thinking of how he could get in feminism and sexy, sexy men in the same story. I just like slashing the sidekick and the mortal enemy.
Set during the time when Xander has Spike tied to that salmon pink recliner. I kinda liked that chair, actually. Please give me allowances, 'cause this is the first fanfic I've written in about a year or more.

“Goddamnit!” Xander cursed as he stomped down into his basement, ripping off his jacket and tossing it on top of Spike, who snarled and threw it on the floor.

“What the bloody hell has got you all worked up?” He asked, quite perturbed because he’d just woken up, and fuck he was hungry.

“Shut up, Fangboy. You vampires have pissed me off enough today.” Xander snapped, pulling a soda out of his mini fridge and sitting down on the edge of his bed. “All look! It’s the Slayer’s lackey, the doughnut boy. Off to Dunkin Donuts?”

“Ha, that must’ve been Zer. Bloke’s got a good eye for things. Didn’t know he was in town.” Spiked mused, raising an eyebrow as Xander stared at him in momentary disgust. “What?! I’ve been alive for over a century, can’t expect me not to know a good Scope demon or two. Perfectly harmless, but got a fierce tongue if you ever want to cross one.”

“This one didn’t even need crossing,” Xander said. “'I hear Starbucks has a new Danish the Watcher might like. And don’t worry about the vamps this late at night, they don’t like the taste of garbage.’”

Spike laughed and gave Xander a big grin. “That’s a Scope demon for ya. Remind me to give him a good pat on the back sometime.”

Xander hit him hard on the shoulder, earning himself a glare from the vampire. Deciding that he’d pick a peaceful sleep over one where he tossed and turned to the song that never ends, he pulled back the metal tab on his soda can.

A crash from upstairs made him jolt, and the metal tab sliced open his thumb. Spike grunted and glared up at the ceiling. “Bloody wankers, why can’t they fight outside? That way they’d be able to throw rocks at each other. Better than a fuckin’ lamp at getting the job done.”

Xander shook his hand and winced at the sharp sting. “Damn it, it’s worse than a paper cut.” He tried again to open the can, but it only sliced open his forefinger when he heard a bottle crash to the ground. “Fuck!”

“God, Harris. Can’t even open a pop can?” Spike snatched it away from him and in two seconds had it open. The top of the can had several drops of blood on it, and Spike—never resisting the chance to taste good, human blood—ripped off the top before handing the can back to Xander.

Xander didn’t notice the top was missing until he heard a click as the metal scraped against Spike’s fangs. “Ack! Spike! That’s a privacy violation! You fucking just drank my—Wow. You must be really desperate.”

Spike flicked the now clean top out at Xander, who made an ‘ugh’ face and brushed it off his shirt and onto the floor. The vampire cocked his head to the side and gave him a look that Xander assumed was a sulky pout. “You try drinking pig’s blood for two weeks straight. It’s disgusting, really. And don’t worry about what Zer said to you, whelp.” Spike added, offhandedly. “You taste like fuckin’ sunshine. What vampire wouldn’t like that is beyond me.”

Xander spat out the mouthful of soda into his lap. Did Spike just say he tasted like sunshine? And was Spike eyeing his neck? “That’s it. I’m going to bed. You’re staying there. Right. There. No more blood for you. Ever.”

“But I’m fucking hungry! It’s abusive to leave me stuck like this without a meal! What would your parents say if they knew you weren’t taking care of your pet?”

“You are not my pet. And you can get your blood tomorrow. For now you’re going to sit there and think about what you just did.” Xander said, stripping off his soda stained shirt and jeans.

“I gave you a bloody compliment!”

“Exactly.”

“Bloody hell, Harris, you make no sense.”

“I like to think of that as one of my better traits. Good night, Spike.” Xander turned off the lamp and pulling the sheets over his shoulders.

Spike sighed and glanced at Xander before giving a wide smile to the dark. “This is the song that bleedin’ never ends. Yes it goes on and on my friends…”

Xander groaned and pressed two pillows over his head.

“Some tossers started singing it not knowing what it was, and they’ll continue singing it forever just because…”

“Shut the fuck up, Spike.”

“This is the song that fuckin’ never ends…”