Shakespear Spike's Caffienated Challenge
By Anastasia
TITLE: SHAKESPEARE
SPIKES CAFFIENATED CHALLENGE
PART #: 1/1
AUTHOR (Real name and SG name): ANASTASIA ([email protected])
DISTRIBUTION: Whoever
DISCLAIMER: Sadly I own none, they all belong
to Joss and et al. Also Disney owns the Mary Poppins lyrics and thanks
to DAAS for the
ideas of Moral Dilemmas.
RATING: Nothing bad, but I'll put an R on it
SUMMARY: Response to the Challenge.
AUTHORS NOTES: I am happily involved
with caffeine and alcohol at the moment so hopefully this story will make sense.
If not, sorry -
also I hope I don't offend anyone. By the way
I am new to the list - I will do an intro later when I am actually in control
of my mind. This is
just a piece of fluff, something that struck me as
kind of weird and cute...is it?
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Someone once told me that caffeine isn't good for an individual, especially
consumed in copious quantities. Unfortunately they also forgot to
mention that diluting the caffeine with alcohol is also bad, as you will see...
"Moral dilemma number one. It is a beautiful spring day - or night in
my case - you are walking down a road and you spot a sparrow lying in the dirt,
one of its tiny wings is broken. You have...a hammer." Spike grinned,
crossed his ankles and shifted slightly on Giles couch, which he was happily
sprawled across. "Come on people, honesty time."
"I hardly think you are the person to be asking about "moral dilemma's" Spike,"
said Giles not bothering to look up from the book he was studying.
Spike pouted, let out a frustrated sigh and continued to stare at the ceiling.
Thursday night and he was bored, thus the moral dilemmas - trying to
make the watcher and Xander squirm. It wasn't working, time to up the
antics.
"Moral dilemma number two. You are an upwardly mobile young merchant banker,
your girlfriend has just fallen pregnant, and you think a child at
this point in time could be detrimental to your career. You have ...a
coat hanger." Spike smirked as he heard a book slam shut.
"That's enough Spike!" Giles said glaring at the vampire.
"Coat hanger? I don't get..." Xander paused as his mind registered the
implications of the statement and his face screwed up in a look of disgust.
"Ewwwww, that's revolting! How can you say such things?"
"Hey mate I'm just putting forward the moral dilemma's - it's your perverted
mind that's working overtime, rather slowly at that, on the possibilities."
"It's just so...well...just...ew!" said Xander his eyebrows reflecting his confusion
and lack of vocabulary to say how disgusting he found the whole
idea. Spike just grinned.
"Oh for goodness sake's just ignore him Xander." Said Giles, irritating Spike
to no end.
"Moral dilemma number three. You have been working for months in isolation
on an artic base. One day, as you are wandering along the polar ice
caps, you spot a baby seal. It's soft white fur gleaming in the artic
sun, large brown eyes capture your gaze, and it starts to move it's tiny warm
body toward you."
"What sort of moral dilemma involves a baby seal? I mean they're cute
and fluffy - no dilemma's there." Xander asked Giles. Giles shot him a
withering stare before shaking his head and lowering his gaze back to the book.
Xander twisted in his chair to look at Spike. "So what is the
dilemma? What do we 'have' this time?"
"You have," Spike paused, licking his lips in anticipation. "An erection."
"That's enough." Bellowed Giles, he had been expecting as much from the perverted
vampire and silently cursed Xander's stupidity to fall into the
trap. He heard Spike chuckle from the couch. "Go, both of you just
get out!"
"Out?" Xander questioned. Spike sat up and rubbed his hands together.
Freedom! Tonight was looking good for a spot of mindless violence, he just
had to find some nasties he could happily pulverise.
"Yes. Go...take him with you," Giles gestured to the smirking vampire.
"Find the girls...whatever just get out of my sight."
"Bronze...girls night..." Xander began to verbalise what Anya and Willow had
told him earlier, he frowned lightly. "Maybe that isn't such a good
idea."
"Xander, 'girls nights' are spent wishing they had men," Giles was fast loosing
patience, he wanted one night alone to regain some of his sanity.
"You will be doing them a favour - at this point in time they are probably intoxicated
and open to all sort of lascivious suggestions from the male
patrons of the bar."
Xander frowned at the watcher, his face paled at the thought of a drunken Anya
and he stood up. "Come on, we're going to the Bronze."
Spike shrugged. He didn't care, he just wanted out and the opportunity
to beat up some nasties.
Unfortunately he didn't find any and was thus forced to accompany Xander to
the Bronze in search of the girls. They soon found them seated at a
table in the middle of some heated debate.
"Frederico Bloggadonovich," stated Anya.
"Who's that?" asked Buffy.
"I haven't the faintest idea," replied Anya.
"Well why mention his name? Is he famous or something?" asked Willow.
Anya frowned and shook her head in confusion.
"I don't know - tell me who he is and I'll tell you if he's famous," she waggled
her head. Now it was Willow's turn to frown.
"Well, I don't know him - you mentioned his name so I was kind of hoping you
would know if he's famous or not and who he is." Willow stated.
"Who who is?" asked Anya.
"Geez, Frederico Bloggadonovich. You know the guy you just mentioned!"
Buffy almost giggled.
"Frederico Bloggadonovich? Who's that?" Anya asked.
Spike stared, what the hell were they all going on about? "What the hell
are you prats gibbering about?"
"I think we're going in circles...how did this start?" Willow turned to Buffy
who was sculling her drink and squirming about on her chair.
"A spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down," sung Buffy tunelessly, turning
her empty glass upside down and neatly placing it next to a row of
ten other empty glasses. "Mary Poppins, Disney song lyrics - it's the
only one I know except for Supercalifragilisticexpealidocious..."
"That isn't a word!" said Anya, draining her glass and stacking it with the
rest sitting in a neat pyramid in front of her.
"No it's a song lyric." Said Buffy giggling. She looked up at a bemused
Spike and Xander. "Xander! Spike!! Oh it's a lovely holiday with...well
never
been on holidays with either of you so nyah!!"
"Xander? Why aren't you drinking with us? You have to catch up!"
Anya smiled at Xander pulling him down next to her and screaming for the bar
attendant who scurried over with orders to bring over a "round" a whiskey for
Spike and ten shots of bourbon for Xander.
"I didn't know that they waited tables at the Bronze?" said Xander. Buffy
giggled.
"They don't but we kept dropping everything so we just have to scream now,"
she nodded to herself and squinted at Spike. "Spike!!"
Spike caught a whiff of her breath and smirked. The slayer was drunk,
glancing about the table and the empty glasses stacked in front of each girl
he made the assumption that they were all drunk. Oh joy, a night with
three drunken girls...well that could be fun. He shuddered at the thought.
The bar attendant came back and lined up the drinks. Spike raised an eyebrow
at the shots lined up in front of Xander.
"Okay you," Anya turned to her beloved. "Skull, now!"
Always one to comply to her every wish Xander started to pick up the shots and
down them. He was flushed by the fourth, sweating by the eighth
and completely pissed by the tenth. The girls cheered him on with screams
of "Skull, skull, skull". Spike rolled his eyes in disgust and glanced
about the club hoping beyond hope that some demon would try to destroy this
cesspool of hormonal angst and rage. Of course it didn't happen.
Two hours and a suicidal amount of boredom later Spike and four extremely intoxicated
teenagers made their way back to Xander's house, all the
way singing various songs from Disney musicals that generally ended up being
sung as "La, la, la...erm whatever...la, de, da, de, da" and one very
annoying song from 'My Fair Lady' with Anya changing the lyrics to something
which really shouldn't be shared - had he been able to Spike would
have blushed. They had just managed to stumble into the backyard when
Xander began looking for his keys.
"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!" screamed Xander batting at his chest
with his hands jumping from one foot to another.
"Xander? What is it?" wailed Anya watching as her beloved hopped madly
about his backyard. "Shush...parents!"
Xander stoped for a moment to look at her and nodded before returning to his
mad hopping and batting at his shirt.
"Bloody hell," muttered Spike making a mental note never to go drinking with
this pathetic lot.
"Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhh," screamed Xander, quieter this time so as not to wake the
neighbourhood or his parents.
"What are you raving about?" spat Spike.
"This, this," he batted at his shirt, trying to pull it off. "It's evil,
trying to kill me...help...kill it...kill it."
"Oh, oh the shirts killing him, get it off him!" screamed Anya at Spike.
"Bugger off. She's the slayer she can save him from the killer Hawaiian
soddin' shirt," Spike motioned to Buffy with a flick of his wrist. "I
only do
things I can maim."
Everyone paused for a moment to stare at the slayer who turned to look at them
before hiccupping slightly and falling flat on her ass in the middle of
the yard to giggle at Xander, a practically full bottle of whiskey clutched
in her hand. "He's dancing. Don't you love Xander dancing?"
Spike shook his head and looked back at the intoxicated idiot who was still
screaming and trying to remove the multi coloured shirt. Stepping
forward Spike grabbed the back of the shirt and pulled, popping all the buttons
and ripping it from the highly agitated drunk.
"There it's off. Happy?" Spike asked sarcastically. Xander however
was still hopping madly around the yard, hiding behind the girls.
"Kill it, kill it - it's evil, it will destroy everything!"
Spike rolled his eyes in disgust before grabbing the bottle of whiskey from
the seated slayer and pouring some over the shirt then dropped a match -
setting the multi coloured Hawaiian shirt alight.
"Aaaaahhhhhhh!" screamed Xander, still hiding behind the girls. "Die you
dead evil shirt thing...but wait...there's more..."
Xander disappeared into his house only to return a few moments later with a
handful of brightly coloured Hawaiian shirts.
"Burn the evil, kill them all before they kill me," he threw the shirts at Spike
before hiding behind the girls again.
Spike grinned, he hated those shirts - should have been made illegal.
Happily he tossed the shirts onto the burning fire before adding a little more
whiskey to enhance the flame. "Burn, baby. Burn!"
"Oh poor Xander, let me kiss it better," said Anya pushing Xander towards the
house. Willow giggled and helped Buffy up and with Spike close on
their heels followed them into the basement. As soon as he saw the couple
making out on the bed he wished he had stayed outside and watched
the shirts burn.
"Wow, kiss-a-thon!" giggled Buffy before turning to look at Willow. "Is
Xander a good kisser?"
Buffy plopped down on the side of the bed, patting the corner for Willow to
also sit.
"Shush," whispered Willow, sitting down while Spike wandered across to take
a seat in his chair. "We don't talk about that."
"Spike's a good kisser," Buffy raised her fingers to trace her moist lips and
sighed. "He made my lips tingle, not to mention my toes and..." she
paused to giggle and rub her other hand over her short skirt. "Other places."
"Spike?" queried Willow, shooting a glance in the direction of Spike lounging
in his chair. "Wow."
"Yeah," Buffy whispered her eyes closed as she lost herself in memories of Spike's
kisses. Sighing she opened her eyes and let her lust filled gaze
fall on Spike.
"What?" he asked, not liking the look that had entered her bloodshot grey blue
eyes. His eyes widened in horror as the slayer pushed herself off the
bed and staggered toward him "What are you looking at?"
"Spike," Buffy whispered, crawling drunkenly over his body, much to his dismay.
"Kiss me again?"
"What the bloody hell are you on about?" Spike inched his body away from hers
to stand up and glare at her. Slowly he began to back away from
the drunken, snivelling and pouting slayer. He should have moved quicker
as Buffy launched herself at him, entangling her arms about his knees,
her face tilted up to look at his face, positioning her chin and mouth just
below the crotch of his jeans. <Interesting position for the slayer...>
"I'm just a Slayer... standing in front of a vampire... asking him to love her."
Buffy pleaded before breaking his gaze to glance about her. "Okay so
I'm on my knees...Spike? Kiss me?"
"Get off you stupid sod," Spike tried rather ineffectively to brush the slayers
arms from around his knees. He glanced up at the bed where Xander
and Anya were passed out from the lack of oxygen during their kiss-a-thon while
Willow sat on the corner trying unsuccessfully not to giggle. "Don't
just bleedin' sit there - HELP ME! Get her off me, get her off me!"
With that desperate cry of help Willow couldn't help but collapse into fit of
giggles.
"Don't you want me?" Buffy whimpered releasing his knees and staring in disbelief
as he backed himself into a corner, as far away from her as he
could get. She stood, rather unsteadily and swung a look at the giggling
Willow before returning her gaze to Spike. "You are joking right? 'Cause
everyone wants me...I'm the slayer! Look at me," she glanced down at herself,
letting her hands run along the planes of her body, cupping her
breasts and then flicking her hair as she raised her arms in the air.
"I have breasts, tanned skin, nice legs and blonde hair..."
She swayed unsteadily on her feet for a moment looking dejectedly at Spike before
throwing her head back and screaming. "I'm gorgeous."
In a fluid motion she fell flat on her back on the floor with an astonishingly
loud thud.
"Oh God, Buffy?" Willow rushed to stand beside her fallen friend only to be
answered by a soft snore.
"What the hell was that about?" asked Spike from his corner.
"She's doesn't know it yet, but she's a necrophiliac." Willow stated calmly
bending over her unconscious friend.
"She has a thing for dead...things?" Spike asked slowly moving forward and appreciating
the view of Willow bending over in a short skirt.
"Think about it - her first was Angel. Dead. She is an aggressive
necrophiliac." Willow said straitening up and glancing at the couple passed
out on
the bed. "Do you think we should move her to the bed, or somewhere more
comfortable?"
"Nah leave the little...you mean Angel was passive?" Spike thought about
that for a moment, he had never known Angelus to be passive in his
sexual activities, maybe the soul changed that as well, although he couldn't
imagine it.
Willow laughed lightly and turned to face him. "In a way. Angel
and you would be the passive partners in necrophilia...since you are both dead..."
Spike cocked his head. He liked the little witch, warped sense of humour.
He let his eyes roam over her, nice little package for that humour and
the intelligence. Mentally he shook himself - she was drunk...smiling
he rationalised that was probably for the best. Drunks had a terrible
habit of
not remembering what they did the night before. Smirking he moved in closer
until he could feel the heat of her body.
"Love, I am never passive when it comes to sex," he purred. Willow smiled
and ran her hands along his shirt, closing the small distance between
their bodies. Spike smirked. <She wants me. I'm gettin' some tonight.>
"Really?" she asked him in wide-eyed innocence, rubbing her pelvis against his
growing erection, causing her eyebrows to shoot up in surprise.
Grinning she stepped back, breaking the contact of their bodies. "Pity
I'm a bestiality type of girl."
Spike heard the giggle before the words registered. His hand shot out
and grabbed her wrist as she started to turn away and he pulled her back in
flush against his body. The other hand reached around and grasped her
ass, lifting her up and into him. Blue eyes pierced green as he started
to
walk them back toward the chair.
"I can be a beast as well, Red," he leant in and licked her neck working his
way up to her ear, biting it lightly. They bumped into the chair, falling
back onto it and Spike wedged one of his legs firmly between her thighs, causing
the skirt to ride up. "So, you want to become a necrophiliac?"
He let his lips trace a burning path along her neck and jaw, sneaking his way
up toward her mouth. Beneath him Willow shrugged and giggled
lightly. "I guess I should try everything at least once before I die...hang
on if I die then I might be a partner in necrophilia..."
"Wouldn't you rather remember it pet?" Spike murmured against her ear as his
hands roamed over her body. The only reply was her lips brushing
hesitatingly over his. <And I'm in like Flynn! Yes!>
He licked at her lips, teasing them with his tongue until she was flustered
and trying to catch his mouth with her own. Burying his hand in her hair
he crushed his mouth against hers, his tongue demanding and dominating the sweet
taste of her mouth. He kissed her with fevered determination,
tasting her essence, tasting...coke? Coke, that was all he could taste
apart from Willow, there wasn't a trace of alcohol. Spike lifted his head and
looked down at her flushed face and wide green eyes.
"Bloody hell, you're not drunk," he stated. Willow giggled.
"Caffeine high - does it matter?" she asked dragging his head down for another
demanding and passionate kiss. "Necrophilia me Spike."
Fini