The Bad: SGA has been cancelled. :( Such sad news. It got very good ratings for a cult, sci-fi show and was reaching the demographic they wanted, so whyyyyyy? *sniffle*
The Ugly: Okay, I really hope not, but I wanted to continue the theme. *g*
Banner by the marvellous suki_blue. Thank you, hon!
Title: Unfinished Business, Part 12
Summary: What if the amulet was delivered to Xander instead of Angel?
Rating: Mild NC-17
Word count: 520
Disclaimer: These characters belong to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy and all companies associated with Buffy the Vampire Slayer. They are not mine. I just have more fun with them.
Beta: The lovely and talented snowpuppies. Thanks, hon!
Posted to: My journal and bloodclaim
…the tingle turned into a prickle and Spike disappeared through his body.
“Okay, blue balls. I should’ve known Spike couldn’t concentrate on two things at the same time. Where’s Willow’s number again?”
Xander limped to the bathroom, grabbed his rumpled shirt and jeans from the floor and dressed quickly, wincing as the zipper caught his still erect cock, then tried to figure out what to do next. Trudging down to the basement to retrieve Spike again was a waste of energy he didn’t have after one and a half orgasms. Spike knew his way home by now; he was turning into a regular homing vamp.
After opening the front door in case Spike was having concentration issues, he rummaged around in the kitchen drawer dedicated to pizza menus, balls of string that might come in handy one day, carefully wrapped half-chewed gum – maybe Blu Tack would work better – and a freaky array of dead batteries until he found his frayed address book.
He was halfway through dialing Willow’s number when Spike charged through the door, hotly pursued by the super. Hanging up the phone, he put on his enquiring face.
“Mr Harris,” said the super through winded gasps, “I’ve been very understanding, but your…friend just scared away the prospective tenants I was showing around 2b! Naked ghosts with naked hard-ons dropping through nak… apartments aren’t included in the rent.”
“Sorry, sorry. It’ll never happen again, promise. I’ll, um, chain him up, if necessary.” He ushered an only slightly mollified Mr Jackson to the door, carefully ignoring the gleam in Spike’s eyes, and closed it behind him.
“Chains, eh? Didn’t think you had it in you, Harris.”
“Jeez, Spike, stop waving that monster around or I’ll be forced to beat it down with a stick.”
“What, this old thing? Had it for years and, trust me, it likes sticks.”
“Did I want to know that? Do I look like I wanted to know that?”
Spike sauntered towards him and leaned in, rubbing his cock against the rough denim of Xander’s jeans.
Xander leapt away and dived behind the kitchen counter.
“Aww, doesn’t little Xan want to come out and play?”
“Oh, please. No whining and, especially, no batting of the eyelashes. It won’t work. I have things to do, Willows to call.”
Spike perked up. “Red? Think she can fix our not so little problem?”
Xander sighed. “Yeah, it really has turned into our problem, hasn’t it? You’re my best chance of getting laid again this century. And that’s probably the most pathetic thing I’ve ever said.”
“Brace up, boy. Being tumbled by Spike will ruin you for anyone else, male, female or green with purple spots. And Gorak demons really know how to use those tentacles.”
“Oh, joy. Enticing as that thought is, I’m still going to call Willow.”
“Say hello to her from me, yeah? All that loathing was just a front, you know. Deep down, she fancied me something rotten.”
“Really, your capacity for self-delusion is an awesome thing to behold, oh clueless one.”
Xander picked up the phone and dialed. “Wills?”
Spike flinched as a delighted squeal assaulted his sensitive ears.
“Yeah, I know I haven’t called for weeks. Yeah, I know I’m a bad friend. Yeah, I know you love me anyway. Um, Wills? Got a little sitch here…”