"Harris! Harris, you git, wake up!"
"Go away, Spike," Xander mumbled, burrowing his head under the pillow and trying to shrug off the hand on his arm that was attempting to shake him from his sleep.
"Harris! You've been shot, mate! Get up! The shooter's reloading now!"
Xander immediately came awake, jumping from the bed with an, "Ahhhh!"
Spike, a wild look in his eyes, pointed to Xander's shirt. "You've been shot! You need to get out of here! He's coming back!"
"Who? Who's coming back? Who shot me?" Xander asked frantically, looking down at the bloody mess all over his shirt. He vaguely wondered why he wasn't in pain, then remembered from movies he'd watched that a lot of times gunshot victims went numb with shock.
"Who? How the bloody hell should I know? Just a bloke with a gun!" Spike yelled, running around, grabbing Xander's shoes off the floor and his keys and jacket off the table.
Xander's eyes widened, reacting as much to the frantic state Spike seemed to be in as to the news he had been shot and the guy was coming back to finish the job. When Spike thrust his things at him, Xander broke out of his state of shock and ran for the door, dropping a shoe and his keys in the process. He tripped over his feet trying to pick the stuff up, fell into a sprawl, and swore. "Fuck!"
Xander hurriedly gathered everything up and scrambled to his feet. He straightened and paused, stiffening as the distinct sound of a snicker broke through his panic. Looking down, he dropped his things again, and took a closer look at his blood-soaked shirt. Pulling it away from his body, he examined it suspiciously, finding no holes from a bullet to speak of. He lifted his shirt, just to make sure, although he already knew with some certainty that he wouldn't find a bullet wound anywhere.
Dropping his wet shirt back into place, he turned to find Spike sitting cross-legged in the middle of his bed, a bowl of blood-drizzled popcorn in his lap, a mug of blood halfway to his lips as he tried to control his laughter. Their eyes met, Xander's narrowing dangerously as Spike finally gave in and began laughing in earnest, pointing at him, barely able to hold his mug of blood straight enough to keep it from spilling.
Through the laughter, Spike said, "Should have seen your face just now. Completely gobsmacked, you were. Bloody brilliant! Better than that shit movie on the telly tonight."
"Spike! You…you…." Xander spluttered to a halt, so angry his skin felt hot and words escaped him.
This only fueled Spike's amusement, and Xander watched, his anger growing by leaps and bounds as Spike's body began to shake with the force of his laughter, causing blood to slosh over the sides of the mug.
Time slowed, like in one of Xander's sci-fi action movies, as he watched a trail of blood escape the mug, spilling over the side, falling down and down, finally landing on the bed. When the first drop of blood hit his sheets, time sped back up and Xander snapped, springing into action with a loud shout of mindless fury.
Spike froze, just for an instant, eyes widening at the site of Xander flying at him, defying the laws of gravity that clearly stated he should never have been able to stay airborne across that much of the room. Too late, Spike's survival instincts kicked him in the ass and he sprang into action. He had only managed to turn sideways in an attempt to get off the bed when Xander's body slammed into his side, knocking him off balance.
Twin grunts of pain filled the air on impact. Blood flew out of the mug in Spike's hand and splashed all over Xander's face and neck, and the side of Spike's head and shoulder. Spike dropped the mug, which rolled off the side of the bed, fell to the floor, and cracked. The popcorn bowl slid out from between them at the same time, dumping blood-drizzled popcorn all over the bed and Spike's lap.
Spike twisted underneath Xander, scrambling to get out from under him, unnerved at how brassed-off the boy seemed to be. He had expected anger, he had expected yelling, hell, he had even considered the possibility of getting punched in the face. He hadn't expected Xander to attack him like a wild animal.
"Calm the fuck down, Harris!" Spike said, on his stomach now, grabbing at the top edge of the mattress with his hands, one knee bent, the foot of his bent leg trapped under Xander's hip, the other foot trapped under his thigh, both feet trying to find purchase against the mattress with no luck.
Spike's wiggling caused his ass to bump up into Xander's chin. The irate brunet clenched his teeth, still seeing red, and not just because he, his sheets, and Spike were covered in blood. He had had enough of Spike's antics and he was going to put a stop to them here and now.
"Get back here!" Xander said, grabbing the waistband of Spike's black jeans.
He yanked Spike backwards, at the same time, lifting up slightly so he could pull him under him. Spike's grip on the edge of the mattress was too strong though and he didn't budge. Xander curled his fingers into the top of Spike's jeans, and clamped his hand into a fist. He pushed his hand down into the vampire's back, his other one braced against the mattress next to Spike's hip, and rose to his knees. Scooting up the bed, trying not to lose his balance as Spike continued to struggle, Xander shoved a knee between Spike's thighs and dropped down onto his back.
Spike stiffened for a second when he felt Xander's body cover him completely, then began to twist around again, refusing to get trapped in the same position as he had been the night before on the floor during the fight over the DvD and CD. Just as he managed to get on his back and get the lower half of his body out from under Xander, the boy—who had let go of the back of his jeans at some point during the struggle—grabbed Spike's biceps, pinning them to the bed.
For a second, neither moved, Xander panting for air, Spike staring up at him, completely aware for the first time since he had started his piss-Xander-off-enough-to-get-him-to-fuck-me campaign, that because of the soddin' chip in his head, he was pretty much at the human's mercy. To his complete and utter humiliation, the realization made him hard. Achingly hard. He thanked whoever looked out for vampires that at least that part of his anatomy wasn't touching Xander in any way at the moment. He didn't need Xander knowing just how perverted he was until he had a clue if the boy was that twisted too.
In the face of Xander's unnerving stare, Spike ordered, "Let go of me, wanker!"
Xander shook his head, blood dropping off his chin, nose and hair and falling on Spike's face. "No. This ends now. You either stop doing all this shit to me, or I'll… I'll…."
Sensing Xander's resolve wavering, Spike smirked up at him with false bravado. "You'll what? Beat up the poor, defenseless vamp? Drive a stake through my heart and murder me?"
Xander's eyes narrowed. "Don't tempt me. Somehow, I doubt I'd have trouble living with myself afterwards."
That wasn't entirely true, but Xander didn't need Spike knowing that. A piece of popcorn that had somehow made its way into Xander's hair dropped down to the sheets next to them, barely noticed.
The smirk dropped from Spike's face and his eyes narrowed in return. With a growl low in his chest, he grabbed the backs of Xander's biceps as far up as he could reach with his upper arms pinned down, bent one knee up, planting a foot on the mattress, and pushed off, flipping them over with one smooth move.
He smirked down at Xander's dazed expression, caused, no doubt, by the sudden reversal of their positions. Xander's apparent disorientation didn't last long though. Suddenly, he burst into action, thrashing under Spike's hands, trying to twist free, kicking out with his legs.
"Get the fuck off me! Wait until Buffy hears about this. I've had it! I'm not putting up with you another night! Get. Off!" Xander yelled, trying to get free and not succeeding.
Spike clenched his jaw, determined to keep Xander pinned down and not set off his chip at the same time. It took some doing, but eventually he managed to pin Xander's flailing wrists to the mattress and straddle his hips so the boy couldn't kick him.
Unfortunately—or fortunately, depending on which one of them was asked—this brought their groins into contact, and Xander's continued struggles soon had them both hard. Without either of them being completely aware of it, Xander's struggle to get free and Spike's struggle to hold him down mutated into something else, something less violent and much more erotic.
The first one to become aware of it was Spike, who bit off a groan as Xander's erection rubbed up against his own hard cock. Leaning in, he tightened his hold on Xander's wrists and rotated his hips, rubbing himself against the brunet.
Xander twigged to what was happening a second later and thrust up, in spite of himself, gasping at the sensation of Spike's hard length against his own. He had known three days into Spike's 'Torment Xander' campaign that it would end up here, with them in bed together. Sure, he hadn't counted on the popcorn kernels that crunched under his back and butt with every movement, or the blood that had soaked its way into his clothes, the sheets, and covered his face and neck, but the rubbing, and the panting, and the groaning…that he had known would happen.
Xander looked up into Spike's face then, and saw the twinkle of victory mixed with lust, in his eyes. His temper, which was still extremely close to the surface, flared back up and he twisted sideways without warning, throwing the surprised vampire off him. Before Spike could react, Xander rolled on top of him, between his legs, reversing their positions, pinning Spike down.
When it looked like Spike was about to protest, Xander ground down into him sharply, and said, "You want this so bad? Then we do it my way. I'm in control, not you. Got it?"
Spike smirked up at him, grinding up with his hips. "Think you're man enough to take me, that it?"
Xander didn't answer with words. Instead, he grabbed a fist full of hair on top of Spike's head and jerked back. Spike's grunt of pain was muffled when Xander took his mouth in a forceful, angry kiss. He poured out all his frustration from the past week into that kiss, groaning when he felt a cool tongue dart out to meet his.
For long minutes, they both lost themselves in the needy, violent kiss, hands groping, hips grinding, tongues thrusting in time with the movement of their pelvises.
When Xander felt Spike's hands grab at his ass, he pulled free of the kiss, let go of Spike's hair, and reached down and back. He seized the vampire's wrists and pulled them away, pinning them down to the bed on either side of the blond's bloodied hair. Spike opened his mouth to comment, but Xander attacked again, fastening his lips over Spike's. He felt Spike arch underneath him and heard him groan low in his throat. Realizing Spike was getting off on the rough treatment made Xander's cock even harder, made him even more aggressive. He pulled his mouth away from Spike's and dove for his neck, biting at the exposed line of it.
"Fuck!" Spike exclaimed, bucking up into Xander, nearly overwhelming sensations bombarding him from neck to cock. He'd had a suspicion that Xander would be a force to be reckoned with if he figured out the right buttons to push, and Spike was bloody well happy he'd been right.
A door opening and a familiar voice calling his name startled Xander. He tried to jump up and get away from Spike, but instead of letting go of the vampire, his hands clenched on Spike's wrists reflexively and he lost his balance, falling off the side of the bed furthest from the stairs, bloody popcorn tumbling after in his wake. Xander grunted in pain, landing on his side, a second grunt of pain following quickly behind when Spike fell on top of him, wrists still trapped in Xander's grip.
"Xander? Xander, are you down there?" Willow called again, descending the steps.
Xander tried to scramble out from underneath Spike, who was trying to push off him at the same time. All they managed to do was get more tangled up.
"Let go of my wrists, you git," Spike hissed.
Xander let go of the wrists he hadn't realized he was still holding and they finally managed to scramble free of each other.
"Xander?" Willow called again, bending down slightly to look into the room.
Xander popped his head up over the edge of the bed and looked at her, trying to appear nonchalant. "Hey Wills, what's up?"
Willow paused on the stairs, taking in the disarray of the apartment, the bed, and Xander in particular. The bed was soaked with red liquid, the sheets twisted, popcorn scattered everywhere. Xander's face and hair were covered in the same red liquid, popcorn stuck in the wet locks.
Willow's eyes widened. "What happened? What's that red stuff? Is it…is it blood?"
Xander looked around, seeing the mess his apartment was in for the first time. "Oh, yeah, the mess. I can explain."
Willow started down the stairs again, more quickly this time, and reached the bottom in time to hear a thump and a groan that wasn't Xander come from the other side of the bed, where Xander was. She paused again when another head popped up over the side of the bed, this time Spike, also covered in blood, also with popcorn stuck in blond tufts that were sticking up every which way.
"Spike? What happened to you two? Did a demon attack or something?"
That last question, for reasons unapparent to Willow, sent Xander into a fit of unexpected giggles. Willow watched, confused, as Xander nearly fell over laughing, and Spike rolled his eyes.
"What? What'd I say?"
Spike snorted, pushing himself to his feet. "Nothing Red. Boy must have hit his head. He's daft."
"What happened? Are either of you hurt? And where'd the blood come from? That is blood, right?"
Spike glanced down at Xander, who was still sitting on the floor, laughing uncontrollably, clutching his stomach. "Pillock." To Willow he said, "No one's hurt, it is blood, but not ours. It was my dinner, before the giggling moron here attacked me. Was only trying to have a spot of fun with him and he got pissy about it."
At that, Xander sobered, his nervous laughter coming to a screeching halt. He climbed to his feet, glaring at Spike. "Fun? Fun is a game of Star Trek Monopoly. Or…or thumb wrestling. Or a Babylon 5 marathon on TV! Fun is not waking me out of a sound sleep after drenching my shirt in blood and yelling at me that I've been shot and the shooter's on the way back to finish the job!" By the time Xander was through with his rant, he was yelling, his face red.
"Spike!" Willow exclaimed.
Spike turned to her, irritation showing on his face at her shocked expression. "Oh, come on, people. Must I remind you on a daily basis that I'm evil? I was bored. There wasn't a bloody thing on the telly to watch, and there Harris was, all sleeping and unsuspecting. Was too easy, it was. And the look on his face was priceless."
Xander flung his hands up in the air in the classic sign of giving up. "I quit. Whatever game you're playing, Spike, you win. You want me to acknowledge that you're still evil, even with the chip, fine. You're evil. I get it." Turning to Willow, he said, "I'm going to go change. Want to go to the Bronze after? I need to get out of here."
Willow nodded. "Sure. I'll, um, wait outside for you." Turning to Spike, she pointed her finger at him, "And you. No more evil games. Leave him alone or you'll have to deal with me, mister."
With that, she turned on her heel and headed up the stairs. Just as she disappeared from sight, Spike heard the door to the bathroom slam shut. Glancing once more at the stairs to make sure Willow was gone, Spike crossed to the bathroom, opened the door as quietly as possible, and stepped inside. He paused for a second, watching the play of muscles across Xander's back as the boy pulled his wet t-shirt up and off, shaking his head, sending popcorn and blood droplets flying.
Silently, Spike crossed to Xander, grabbed the human's arm and spun him around, then pushed him up against the wall. Pressing the length of his body into Xander's, Spike leaned in and kissed him forcefully.
Xander tried to open his mouth to tell him to get off him, but Spike just used the opportunity to slide his tongue inside. The memory of them on the bed, nearly having sex so recently worked against Xander, his body still half-aroused, in spite of, or maybe because of his anger. To his utter disgust with himself, Xander found himself responding, kissing Spike back, pressing into him, moaning low in his throat.
At the sound of the moan, Spike pulled back and stared into his eyes intently. In a voice low with sex, Spike stated, "You know what game I'm playing, boy. And I will win it. I may be evil, but you're the one that wants to fuck that evil." One more hard, fast kiss and Spike pulled away completely. "Later, if you're a good boy, you'll get you chance."
With that, Spike walked away, leaving Xander slumped against the wall, hard and panting and staring at the doorway the vampire had disappeared through.
~ Finis