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I Kinda Feel Wrecked...

Hard Day
... So while I curl up in a ball and sleep, here's something for you all.


Twelve minutes later, Xander returned to the pool table, flashing a napkin between his fingers. Spike rolled his eyes, setting his cue over the green.

“Only took ye an eon.”

“Ten minutes.”

“More’n ten minutes.”

“Whatever. Still got it, right?” He slaps the napkin on the table, grabbing his cue from the edge. Spike reached past to steal both shots, and he really didn’t care. He knew he was going to anyway.

Swallowing one, the vamp dropped the glass on the table and crossed his arms over his chest, his eyes sliding over the Bronze’s clientele. Scouting. Like he would for a meal. The thought makes Xander shudder, so he looks away, following the gaze instead. They both finally pause on a cute, black-haired girl in your classic anti-social ‘this world sucks’ get-up. She’s not drinking, not dancing, just standing next to her friends who are all glaring at the club’s inhabitants as though they’d done something horrific to them.

“Could have her number in half that time.”

“Ch’yeah. She’s your type.” Xander quipped, his hand leaning on the pool table as he surveyed the girls. They weren’t bad looking. In fact, some of them were really pretty. But he got the feeling that Spike wasn’t actually interested in the doom-and-gloom type tonight. He looked to Spike’s face, eyes sliding over his chiseled features. He knew that look.

“You sure you wanna do this?” He asked, knowing the answer already as he swept the balls into various pockets, freeing up the table.

“One hour. Most numbers wins.” Spike smirked at him, as if he was challenging a mouse to a weightlifting competition.

“I’m going to crush you.” Giving him a droll, somewhat sarcastic look, Xander walked around the table and crossed his arms over his chest, mirroring Spike’s stance.

“I’m sure you will.” Spike quipped, everything about him dripping sarcasm. Like he’s just been painted in it.

Xander bristled. “Hey, I have untapped layers of charm, you know.”

“Oh, I’m absolutely certain they’re… untapped.”

His eyes glinted wickedly, sooty lashes falling to half-mast to hide most of their deviousness, but the smirk on his lips told no lies. Nerves that Xander had all but forgot existed tingled down his spine, making him shudder.

“Usual bet?” Xander asked, laying out the terms. “You owe me a six-pack, I owe you blood?”

“Deal.”

They shook on it, Spike’s eyes wandering over his shoulder. And the second they let go, he was moving past him, making a beeline for the black-haired chick, second shot in hand.

Xander watched him go, smiling to himself. Here goes nothing…

--

Sixty-eight minutes later, they met at another pool table and dropped their spoils on the green, making a show of counting as though they’d just spent the last hour pickpocketing.

“Let’s see now…” Spike grinned, dropping them one by one on the table. “Courtney,”

“Uh-huh.”

“Maxine,”

“Okay.”

“Felicia,”

“She signs her name with i-hearts? Really, Spike? Is she thirteen?”

“Amber,”

“Oh, was that the blonde one you went outside with? She wasn’t bad.”

“No, that was Felicia. Amber was the other blonde.”

“Oh, okay.”

“Jenny,”

“Uh-huh.”

“Ashley,”

“Yeah?”

“And Ashleigh.”

Xander raised his eyebrows, pulling the last two napkins toward him. They were both signed in pink pen. “Did they use the same pen?”

Spike shrugged. “Best mates, or sommat. Go together like the Double-Mint Twins.”

Scoffing a little, Xander shook his head in wonder. “Damn, Spike. I’m impressed.”

“Go on, then.” Waving to the table, the vampire offered him the other half of the green. “Show me your two.”

With a smirk, Xander moved to his side of the green and started flipping down his napkins. “Brittney, Grace, Vanessa, Caitlin, Tricia, Daisy, and Allison.”

They both stared blankly at the green for a moment, slightly shocked.

“Huh.” Xander voiced, counting them all again. “Conundrum.”

“S’a tie, Harris. Not brain surgery.”

“So…” He looked up at Spike, raising his eyebrows. “What now?”

Raising his eyebrows right back at him, the vamp picked up his cue and leaned on it, scanning the bar for another suitable girl. “Break it.”

“I’m pretty sure the girls here are gonna pick up on what’s going on.” Xander sighed, looking around with him. “Especially if we hit on the same chick.”

“So let’s go somewhere else.”

“Good plan.”

Really?” Spike looked at him, stunned. As though he couldn’t believe he actually agreed.

“Yeah. Really.” He paused, looking to the vampire with a little bit of a smirk. “What?”

“Just, y’know.” Smirking right back, Spike leaned on the edge of the table and gave him a look. “Yer ‘untapped charm’ might not do so well outside a’ th’ perky li’l co-ed set.”

“Hey, I can give you a run for your money in any ‘set’.”

“Care to up the stakes, then?”

Pausing in his steps, Xander looked back at Spike in renewed, if hazy, trepidation. Okay… The look in his eyes was anything but innocent fun. In fact, it was decidedly evil. More evil than he’d seen him look since the day he figured out he could pummel demons without making the chip fire. “… What’s the twist?” He asked slowly, eyeing him, trying to decide whether that devilish look was going get him humiliated, killed, or both.

“I choose the place.” Spike replied, holding onto that playful smirk.

Okay. Both. He nodded. “Fair enough. Stakes?”

“Hm…” Stepping closer, the vampire dropped his hand to the green and began scooping up his numbers. “For you, three six-packs and a bottle of whisky.”

“Tempting…” He said, because it was. “But what do you get?”

His eyes darkened, and for a moment he looked utterly lecherous. It was a look that made his body melt a little, and he pressed his lips together, willing himself not to step back when he stepped forward, sliding into his personal space as though he belonged there. “The blood.” He murmured slowly, his tongue caressing each word as those wild blue eyes caressed his body. “I want it to be yours.”

For a moment he just stood there, breathless, taking in the words and the hauntingly longing tone of his voice. Oh… His heart thudded at the implication. At the… The intent… “You want to bite me?” He accused, hoping his voice sounded accusatory, and not turned on. He really, really didn’t need Spike to know that the thought got him hot.

But he smirked. Like he already knew. And leaned into his face, practically daring him to push him away. “I want to taste you.” He murmured, low and hungry and slightly evil, before drawing back and looking away, as though he wanted to look innocent, after all that. “Human blood. From the source. Could be a paper-cut for all I care—just miss it, s’all.”

“Uh-huh.” He narrowed his eyes, leaning into his face a little to say No Fucking Way. But what came out was, “You’re on.”


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jujukittychick
Jan. 27th, 2012 03:45 am (UTC)
ok, that was really cute, surprised the girls didn't figure out the con and form a lynch mob lol. and that last little bit was really intense, but damnitall now i wanna see the end of that bet lmao. great job, hun. hope you feel better :D
skuzzbopper
Jan. 27th, 2012 03:49 am (UTC)
Hehe, I kinda made them douchebags in this one, sorry to say. But they're... lovable? Sorta? I dunno... There will be smut. That's all I do know.
jujukittychick
Jan. 27th, 2012 03:51 am (UTC)
lol they're just guys being dumb guys, sounds like something a couple guys i used to know would do. and yay for smut! cause you do awesome smuttiness :D
misse
Jan. 27th, 2012 08:10 am (UTC)
Oh, now I really want to read the next bit! Xander desperately trying to not be turned on, and Spike setting him up for a fall :D
skuzzbopper
Feb. 6th, 2012 07:35 pm (UTC)
So. Much. Fun Ahead! SO MUCH!

Can't even wait to post more. Of course, it must be written first. *sigh*
witchway
Jan. 28th, 2012 02:18 am (UTC)
OH I wanted to tell you I read two of your stories last night and I LOVED them and had Buffy dreams. This left me with all kinds of good ideas about what these two did when they got home.....
skuzzbopper
Feb. 6th, 2012 07:34 pm (UTC)
BUFFY DREAMS ARE THE BEST.
laazikaat
Feb. 2nd, 2012 09:47 am (UTC)
Oh yeah. Really good. Bring on the next part please
skuzzbopper
Feb. 6th, 2012 07:33 pm (UTC)
I Shall!
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