Confusion: an Interlude
Spander, of course. Rating/Warnings:
Teen this ChapterPrompt:
I hired a pack of ninjas to kidnap Joss and Kripke; they were threatened with hot poker torture, chainsaws, and an exorcism. I now own all. Thank you. *Doctor's Note: Patient exhibits delusions of grandeur and any claims of ownership are pure fantasy. No harm is meant. Seriously, it's better than her throwing rocks at people.A/N:
This was written for prompts from my paranormal 25 table. Each chapter will used a different prompt.
In the early night, rain fell steadily. The old Land Rover bounced along the road as Spike drove away from the small airport in Welshpool. In truth, like most airports, the airstrip was located outside of the actual city. The airport lay just a few miles south of its namesake. Luckily, it was a short trip along the main local roads from the school to the airport., usually taking no more than ten minutes. Which was highly beneficial since the trip had to be made at least twice a week to drop off and pick up girls who traveled to London over the weekend.
As they drove up the main road, Spike slowed and turned left, taking them away from the Manor.
"Spike, this isn't the way home," Xander pointed out.
Spike turned to face Xander and rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, I know."
"Then why are we going this way?" Xander frowned. "You told Giles we'd be back in time for the meeting. He flew in early just to have the stupid thing."
"I know. I also told Vi we'd be taking the scenic route back." Xander turned to look at him and saw the tip of Spike's pink tongue tracing over soft, pouty lips. God, that tongue was truly one of God's marvels; so strong, so agile....
Shaking his head, Xander dragged his mind away from Spike's tongue and back to the situation at hand. Suddenly, knowledge lit up his brain like lightning on a moonless night. Spike wanted car sex! Well, technically it would be SUV sex, but SUV sex didn't have the same ring to it.
Spike turned and pinned his lover with his wide-eyed "I heart kitties" gaze of utter innocence.
"No, pet? No to what? I didn't ask a question."
Spike's eyes then went from "I heart kitties" to "Yes, it was me who shoved angry kitties down your pants!" Despite his face holding the same expression, Spike's eyes were devilishly smug, as though he'd already completed whatever task he'd set out to do. Of course, it wasn't as though Xander would turn down sex with Spike, even if it was in a car.
Well, Xander conceded, at least it's a roomy car.
"What, you don't fancy a nice, quiet ride through the country with your boyfriend?" Spike asked, smirking.
Xander narrowed his eyes. "Yeah right! You want car sex!"
He still had to argue; it's the principle of the thing, after all. He didn't want to end up having most of their sex in uncomfortable places. Xander preferred his big, comfy bed, where they had access to various supplies and... other things.
Spike's smirk turned in to a full-on leer.
"Car sex... now there's an idea," he said consideringly.
Xander wanted to be mad, he wanted to shake his fist in anger at Spike for presuming things that were... well, things that were true. Stupid vampire. As far as Xander was concerned, it was pretty unfair that he had a boyfriend- wait.
"Wait, did you say boyfriend?" he asked, snickering. Spike narrowed his eyes dangerously. "You did! You called me your boyfriend!"
"Yeah, well most of the girls are too young to be callin' you my fuck buddy 'round the Manor," he pointed out.
Xander's snickering deteriorated into joyous peals of laughter that warmed Spike to the cockles of his unbeating, demonic heart.
"Good point. Sanura would repeat 'fuck buddy.'" Suddenly, Xander's laughter stopped. "Wait, I am your boyfriend, though. Right?" he asked in a small voice.
A small laugh huffed out of Spike, a fond smile curling his lips.
"Yeah, Xan; you're my boyfriend. God, we've got to find a less-poncy word."
"Nah. 'S too clinical."
"Not quite right."
"Maybe, though still a bit clinical. What about your better half?"
"Hah, funny Spike. Undead half?"
"Make's ya sound part zombie."
"Huh?" Spike's head snapped toward Xander, perplexed. Xander smiled and rolled his eye before pointing at a person standing on the road ahead of them.
"Huh," Spike shrugged. "Didn't see him before. Think we should pick him up?"
Xander nodded, giving him a sweet smile. "Yeah, it's raining and stuff."
"Fine," Spike sighed. "But there'd better be some car sex in my immediate future as payment."
"Oh yeah, like I would actually say no," Xander snarked, smiling as Spike pulled over. Reaching behind his seat, Xander unlocked the door behind the passenger seat. The hitch hiker, a young blonde man, got in. His denim jacket was slightly tattered, his wet hair plastered to his head.
"Where you headed?" Spike asked, steering the car back onto the road.
"Out just past Welshpool," the boy murmured.
"Cool, that's the way we're heading," Xander replied. "So when we get closer, you can just give us more details."
The boy nodded.
"So, what's your name?" Spike asked.
"David," the boy whispered. He turned and peered out into the inky dark, falling silent.
A handful of minutes passed as the Land Rover slipped through the night, slower than the speed limit due to the slick roads. Spike took a deep breath before letting it escape in an annoyed huff. He was so bloody bored. He glanced quickly at Xander, watching as his boy tapped one hand against the door in an unknown rhythm. Spike's face transformed from the epitome of boredom to the epitome of sin. Focusing his gaze on the road, Spike reached out and patted Xander's knee before letting his hand rest there. Xander started and glanced over at Spike, whose eyes remained trained on the road.
After a few seconds, Spike's fingers began to slide over Xander's thigh, fingers stroking gently. Slowly, the fingers slid higher up, rubbing against the crease between thigh and hip. Xander tried valiantly not to blush, but he could feel the heat starting to prickle the tops of his ears while a different heat started to curl down low in his belly. Spike's fingers fanned out, the tips nudging the growing bulge in Xander's jeans. Inhaling sharply, Xander fought to keep from wriggling in his seat. But then Spike went too far, cupping Xander's groin fully. Clenching his jaw, Xander fought his urge to scream at his undead lover as he arched into the touch; he didn't want to scare the kid in the back. Hell, they were wierd enough normally. After riding with them, the kid probably wouldn't ever hitch hike again. Which wouldn't be a bad thing considering there were scarier things out there than a randy vampire and his undead but non-zombie related half.
As he squeezed his eye shut and tried to focus on gross thoughts, like Principal Snyder wrestling a pig in hot oil, Spike cursed and pulled his hand away. Xander's eye fluttered open as the Rover swerved to a stop on the side of the road.
"Spike, what the fuck?" he asked, glaring fearfully at him. But Spike had turned to look in the back seat, his eyes wide.
"He just. .. fucking disappeared," Spike muttered. Frowning, Xander turned and looked.
The back seat was and the two simply stared at the bare space. After a long, silent moment, Spike broke the silence.
"I still get car sex, don't I?" he asked.
Xander considered the options. True, the Land Rover had just been occupied by a ghost, which was a mark in the "no car-sex" column. But in the "yay car-sex column" was the fact that Xander was a newly-minted medium. If he refused to have sex just because he saw a spirit, he'd probably miss out on a lot of sex. Sex that involved Spike and his aforementioned tongue of joy. So Xander shrugged.
"Okay, just not on this road."
* * * * * * * * * *
David stood on the road, watching as the Land Rover's brake lights flared red before the vehicle pulled away and continued down the road. In a brief moment of clarity, free of the confusion and need that plagued him, one thought struck his brain.
"Bollocks, I didn't need to see that. I'm confused enough at it is."
Turning away, the hitchhiker began walking back down the road, his form dissipating into the night.