Title: Transplant Tragedies 5/5
Disclaimer: I own none; all belong to Joss Whedon
Comments: Always welcomed!
Summary: There is a demon stealing organs from people who have had transplants.
Warnings/Spoilers: Post NFA
Beta'd by: Whichclothes
A big thanks to naughty_fae for the amazing banner
"The G-A-Y Bar? Really, Spike?" Xander asked as he walked in feeling uncomfortable. It's not like he had a problem with gay people; after all, he had occasionally found himself checking out guys. Well, mostly Spike. But this was way out of his element. What if he was hit on? What if he wasn't? "Why couldn't I just wander around the streets?"
"Because, pet, if the demon is around we want it to look like you are here for a reason that doesn't look suspicious. If it figures out we are trying to trap it, it's not going to show, right?" Spike said.
Xander looked around. It was actually a nice looking place. "How do you even know about this place?" Without Xander realizing it, Spike had guided him out onto the dance floor. "Um…"
"Been here a time or two. Lots of pretty boys here." Spike wrapped himself around Xander. "None as pretty as you though, pet."
Xander laughed. "Now that the cat's out of the bag about you flirting with me you're going all out, huh?"
Spike nuzzled Xander's neck. "Got a problem with that, Harris?"
"Strangely, not so much," Xander replied. "Besides having a sexy blond-haired vampire hanging off me will make all the other guys jealous."
Spike chuckled. "I think a few of them are gonna be jealous of me, pet. A luscious treat like you, I think I'm going to have to keep an eye on you." He pinched Xander on the butt, making him jump.
Two hours later found Xander at the bar and Spike still on the dance floor. They were playing some loud old rock song and Spike was bouncing all over the place. Xander had scurried away in fear of being smacked.
"So, are you here with blue eyes or just decided to get your hooks into him?"
Xander was startled and turned to see a handsome man with brown hair, blue eyes and in Xander's opinion possibly kissable lips. "Huh?"
"You," he said pointing to Xander. "And blue eyes." The guy then pointed to Spike out on the dance floor.
"Oh! We're here together," Xander replied as he watched Spike jump around the people near him, who scowled and yelled at him for ruining their own enjoyment.
"Dave," the guy said, introducing himself. He held out his hand.
Xander accepted it. "Xander."
"And what about yummy pants over there?" Dave asked.
"Spike," Xander answered.
Dave's eyebrows went up. "Spike? Really? And how did he get that name?" he asked with a leer.
"Trust me, you don't want to know," Xander said and went back to looking at Spike. He'd never seen Spike have so much fun before. Well, fun that didn't involve maiming and murder.
"Are you two in an open relationship?" Dave asked bluntly.
Xander's jaw dropped before he slammed it shut. "No."
"Have you ever tried it?" Dave pushed. Spike was the best looking guy in the place. There was no way Dave could go home without him! Plus Xander wasn't bad looking so it wouldn't be a hardship to take him home either.
"No, and we're not interested," Xander said rudely.
Spike finally made his way to the bar, a huge grin on his face. His eyes shifted to Dave who was smiling at him. "Make a new friend, pet?"
"No," Xander said, pulled Spike against him, and kissed him. He finally pushed Spike away slightly. "Have fun?"
"Having more fun now, I think." Spike wiggled his eyebrows.
Dave huffed. Spike didn't even spare him a second glace. But he wasn't a quitter. "Hey, I'm Dave. Xander here told me your name's Spike. I'd love to hear how you got that nickname."
Without tearing his eyes away from Xander Spike answered. "I used to kill people with rusty railroad spikes. I'm redeemed now."
"Ha! That's funny," Dave said. "Seriously though."
"I killed people with rusty railroad spikes," Spike repeated. This time he looked straight at Dave and his eyes flickered from blue to yellow and back. "Any other questions, mate?"
Dave fell off his chair and scrambled back. "N-no, sorry to have bothered you." He got his footing and rushed out of the club.
Xander chuckled. "Normally I'd scold you for that, but man, was that guy annoying! He had the nerve to ask if we had an open relationship!"
"Do we have a relationship?" Spike asked.
"We're… working on it," Xander asked. He stood up. "I think we've spent enough time here. Why don't I head out and you lurk behind? This thing doesn't seem to attack when its targets have company."
Spike instantly became concerned. "Are you sure about this? No one will be angry if you don't want to do this."
"I'll be angry at myself if I don't do this," Xander replied. He kissed Spike again. "Just make sure you've got my ass covered." Spike opened his mouth to make some lewd statement but Xander beat him to it. "Get your head out of the gutter, Spike." He rolled his eyes.
Spike pouted. "Just be careful."
Xander nodded, straightened his jacket and marched proudly out of the club.
Half an hour later Xander's shoulders were hunched and he looked utterly defeated. The demon hadn't shown up to rip his chest open and take his heart yet. Frankly Xander was insulted. He had been a major demon magnet back on the hellmouth. Demons coming after him left and right; Buffy couldn't drag them off of him fast enough. What the hell was wrong with this mysterious demon?
He kicked an imaginary rock before pulling out his cell phone. He punched in Giles' number. "No, it was a bust. I'm calling it a night and heading home. Yeah, Spike probably knows nothing's going to happen. We'll regroup tomorrow and figure out another plan. Night." Xander turned the phone off and jammed it into his pocket. He did a U-turn to tell Spike that the night had been an official waste of time… minus the dancing with Spike and kissing. That had been fun.
A garbage can was knocked down behind Xander, making him freeze. Was that Spike? No, Spike would have stayed behind him…right? Xander turned and was greeted by a demon that had grey skin, yellow eyes, large claws and was at least seven feet tall. The exact demon Josh had described to him. Why were demons always so tall? Didn't they already have enough advantages over humans?
"Um… hi," Xander said and took a few steps back. "I suppose you're looking for me, huh?"
"Wrong," the demon said and advanced on Xander. Well, at least it was the right demon.
Xander looked around for Spike. "Spike, any time now!" he yelled. The demon swiped, clawing up Xander's chest but nowhere near his heart.
Spike leaped out. Landing on the demon, with a quick jerk he snapped its neck. The demon fell to the ground with a thunk. Spike turned to check on Xander, and saw blood soak Xander's chest. "Fuck!" Spike swore and moved over to Xander. "We need to get you fixed up."
"It's not as bad as it looks. We can take care of it. I'm sure you can stitch it up," Xander said and poked at his injury. Okay, that hurt. Why did everyone always poke at a wound? "At least the demon is dead and I got to keep my heart. I say we've had a successful day." Xander grinned.
"One problem, pet," Spike said.
Xander's grin faded. "What?"
"We gotta get rid of the body," Spike said and kicked the carcass.
"One quick call and it'll be taken care of." Xander pulled out his cell. "Giles, yeah the demon decided to come after me after all. Spike killed it and its dead. It needs to be cleaned up though..." "Why can't we? Well, the demon got a hold of me and I need to be patched up. Besides don't you wanna come and find out what kind of demon this was?" He wasn't able to stop his smile as Giles huffed and asked for their location. He and Buffy would come take care of the mess. The location was given and Xander hung up. "All taken care of."
Spike shook his head in mock disappointment. "Making your friends clean up our mess? That's evil, pet."
"What? We did our work. Besides, I did get hurt," Xander said trying to look pathetic but he only ended up looking adorable.
"Let's get you home and fixed up," Spike said. He pulled Xander against him making sure he didn't touch his injury. "I should probably stay in your room. You know, just to make sure nothing else happens."
Xander smiled. "That does sound like a good idea. After all it is me; I could end up with syphilis."
"You've already had syphilis," Spike pointed out. "So it's unlikely you'll get it twice from two different demons."
"Well that's a relief," Xander said somewhat seriously. "So home?"
"Home," Spike confirmed.
They made it back to the G-A-Y Bar without incidents, which surprised both Spike and Xander considering Xander was still slightly bleeding. Spike could smell how delicious Xander's blood was. He hoped that Xander would be grateful enough to let Spike have a few licks.
"Hey, Spike?" Xander said as he let Spike buckle him into the passenger's seat. Now wasn't the time to complain about letting Spike drive his car.
"Yeah, luv?" Spike replied.
Xander didn't answer until Spike was in the car and already heading home. "Thanks for not letting the demon take my heart."
"You're welcome," Spike said. A few minutes later he spoke again. "I won't let anything take another thing away from you again," he said referring to Xander's missing eye.
"My very own black knight," Xander said with a smile.
Spike chuckled. "A black knight protecting a white knight, what a pair we make."
"Don't forget a white knight protecting a black knight," Xander reminded Spike.
"Oh, and pet," Spike said when they finally reached Slayer Central.
"Hmm?" Xander said, rubbing his eyes.
Spike turned and grinned at Xander. "I don't wear knickers to bed."
"Goodie," Xander said with a grin of his own.