What You're Made Of

[madimpossibledreamer]

Main Points:
Buffy/Devil May Cry
Chapter Summary: Definitely a follow-up to Echoes of Our Hearts.  Summary not needed (faster to read).
Word Count: 261
Rating: Teen
Spike/Xander flirting (to begin with anyway)

            "What do you know about a demon called 'Shrivnik'?" Spike asked, draping himself across the desk, showing off.  At first, he was annoyed with playing the errand boy, but this private detective was turning out to be actually interesting, for an (at least partially) human.
            Instantly, the man's flirtatious, easygoing manner vanished, a frown on his face instead.  The transformation was impressive, even to a guy who could literally change his face with merely a thought.  Wordlessly he stood, pulling on a beautiful leather jacket that even Spike was a little jealous of with a little flourish.  The huge sword was pulled off the wall with reverence.
            "What's the rush, Mr…"
            "Hunter," the man stated simply.  "It's Hunter.  And 'Shrivnik' isn't actually his name.  But if he's in town…"
            "Big trouble?" Spike asked, a predatory grin growing.
            The glance Hunter sent at him was pretty telling, in of itself.  Just a crinkle of worry in the eyes, worry about the innocents involved (so, yeah, he does care about them at least, which is…either disappointing, or…surprisingly not so much).  The hint of a smirk and of pleasurable anticipation, a human canine peeking out at the edge of the mouth (but the way he's smiling doesn't look right on just a human, though it does on Hunter and maybe this means something).  The man may dislike others being in harm's way, and chaos or danger when it puts others in danger, but he has no problem in throwing himself into the line of fire, and revels in the twisting windstorm and the fight.