Interlude

[madimpossibledreamer]

Main Points:
Buffy the Vampire Slayer nightwalker?
Summary: This one is also from 2012.  Title is also original.  Given the "delicate fangs" comment, I'm guessing this is also a Nightwalker Xan, but can't be completely certain as the term isn't used at all.  (It could possibly fit in before Angel actually meets Nightwalker Xan, given that it's a dream, so.)
All notes and summaries within fic except one are original to that time and just as helpful for understanding for you as for me.  I don't have a clue where I was trying to go with this one.  The new note I made for the very last part basically saying the same thing I'm saying here, that it's useless.
There is some very mild but present violence that is also flirting?  plus some teen-rated suggestiveness?
Word Count: 1184
Rating: Teen
Pairing: Xander/Spike
...how have I not tagged the cheese man yet?

 

         Angel wandered into the club and looked to the bartender, who shook his head.  “Darla hasn’t been in yet, Angel.  But she’s been here every night this week.  Don’t worry; she’ll show.”

         Someone strode in, all confidence and violence.  For a minute, Angel thought it might be Spike with the clothing style, but it wasn’t.  He could see the dark head of hair reaching just below the chin.  Of course, it could be William.  Dressed up like Spike.  It was a dream, after all.  But that thought was just sort of ridiculous.
         One of the bouncers strode up to the fighter, and the mysterious stranger stated quietly without turning around, “I wasn’t looking for a fight.  Just a place to drink.  But if someone starts something with me, I won’t hold back.”
         The demon bouncer backed away, shaking, and the person sat down, duster and all, on the stool next to Angel.  He kept glancing over, hoping the brunette would go away.  Sure, he was beautiful, and that scent of danger that was just intoxicating to a vampire, but he really wanted just to see Darla.
         He heard Spike at the entrance and groaned.  This was just not his night.  “Missed me, baby?” he asked playfully, and Angel sighed.
         “Nope, definitely not...” he started, but the dark-haired beauty at his side unfurled itself, turning to match looks with Spike.  It was the smouldering look vampires exchanged, promising blood, pain, fighting tying as deeply as the...activities in bed.  And this wasn’t Dru.  He’d recognize the scent.  It was familiar, sure, but not *that* familiar.
         “Hey.  No fighting in here,” Lorne stated firmly, and the brunette sent a grin his way.  A grin with fang...but no demon face, just fangs, white, dangerous, glistening but somehow...delicate.
         “Don’t worry.  It’s completely consensual.  And yes, we’re taking this outside.  Can fight just as easily outside.”
         “Ohh, but it’d be fun in here luv,” Spike pouted playfully, playing with the brunette.
         A laugh, an amused grin, and he almost remembered then.  Almost.  “I’d like to come back someday.  ‘Sides.  Saw a warehouse on m’ way here.  Looked interesting.”
         A laugh, and then Spike was off, running as if his unlife depended on it.  With a bare of the fangs resembling a smile, the other was after him, a true predator hunting its prey.
        
         Angel suddenly was watching the two of them, and neither of them were pulling their punches.  Fists flew as quickly as the footwork.  The two of them hurt each other as badly as they could, and he could smell them enjoying themselves.  He wondered how he’d gotten here, and why he didn’t remember the in between.
         “I love your idea of foreplay,” Spike gasped when a hand squeezed his knuckle, almost strong enough to break bone, before letting go and spinning away.
         “That’s the idea,” the other answered, sounding breathless, then started singing-and this one was good, instead of most of the ones that sung for Lorne.  Angel had been enough to hear the bad ones...including himself.
         “People say I’m crazy; just a little touch...” Somewhere in between, they had switched from hurting each other to dancing, somewhere between normal people dancing-and showing off, really-and the sensual kind that Angel always suspected Spike favored.
         “As if you’ve ever been an average man, sweet’eart.  But you’re right, luv, someone is watching us...”  Spike glanced up and smirked, but at least it wasn’t a leer.  And why wasn’t it?  That wasn’t...quite normal behavior for Spike.
         “Clear out.  This is OUR fantasy,” the man growled before leaning in and kissing the blonde vampire passionately.  Once pulling away, they alternated between dancing and hurting each other.

         Angel choked, realizing who Spike was flirting-well, that was one word for it, anyway-with.  Xander Harris.
         “You are KIDDING me.”

         Harris started to fall, and Spike swore.  “How long is it since you last ate, luv?  ‘ere, take from me.”
         A brunette head was turned away, and Spike bared his fangs, demon face coming to the fore.  “Not gonna take no for an answer.  Love you.  Won’t let you die.”
         “Spike...”  a shaky, pleading voice.
         “Xan, you taught me ‘ow ta embrace every part of m’self.  ‘m gonna do the same for you.”
         He pulled off his shirt and lowered Harris to the ground, laying down beside the shaking torso.  He bared his neck, and Harris leant in and fastened himself to the skin and arteries beneath, sounds of gulping filling the room, as Spike’s eyes turned back in his head for a minute before turning gold again.  That was a tender hold, but Angel could smell the excitement in the room-and, more embarrassing, some of it was coming from him.

         He was, for whatever reason, attending one of the college parties.  A bald man in glasses and a suit was standing at the door, handing out party favors.  It wasn’t until the thing was in his hand that he realized that it was a slice of American cheese.  “Most people are only given popsicles.  You are lucky.”
         Angel thought about throwing it out right there and then.  But then, he ended up talking to Cordelia instead.  She’d wrapped hers into her hair like some sort of hair pin, and it was then that the vampire with a soul decided that this was a sign he was officially going crazy.  It also made listening to her very difficult.

         “Would it kill you to just, y’know, section off a part of your mind and designate that the worry-box, so you’ve constantly got something going so you don’t go all crazy grrr again, but can go out and have a bit of fun too at some point, without worrying?  Well, except for that one part of your mind, of course.”

         “It’s like, you’re a ying-yang.  Darkness and light, in balance.  But if they’re in balance...why are you so unhappy?  I don’t think it’s working exactly the way the Taoists envisioned.  I mean, where’s the peace?” 
         “Don’t think I was ever at peace.  I mean, without the soul. I was....I was like a child.  Didn’t know things were wrong.”

Spike comes & asks for Angel.  He wants to ask for a blessing for his & Xander’s union-stronger than consort and vampire.

(...not sure what was happening in this last paragraph though I have the feeling it was meant to be a reminder “write this when you wake up here are some keywords”.  Did not write it when I woke up, and have no idea what’s even happening.)
         When Angel strode into the lobby, he was a man on a mission.  “Well, a very good morning to you too,” Cordy griped, but he went into the office and grabbed the phone without acknowledging either of them. 
Spike-chip, anything else new, Initiative destroyed, so can’t do anything.  Xander 
         “You hate him,” Giles stated on the other end, surprised.
         “I know.  I just...reallly weird dream.  Nightmare really."
         "sure he’s fine, nothing odd about his behavior lately.” 
Anya 
         “Oh, no particular reason.”
Heads back upstairs.
         “Is it me?  Or has he been acting really, really weird lately?” Cordelia griped (she gets last words.)