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What Happens in Vegas
by
BmblBee
Part One
It's funny how much time it takes to be bored. Life on the hellmouth seemed to just speed by. Speed by and crash for those who were stupid or careless enough to fall victim to it. But for the survivors you just got older before you had the
chance to be young.
Everything seemed to move at high speed. Days meant school, jobs, family, friends, food. Nights were for fighting, dancing, movies, laughing, and still friends.The same friends. The day friends. Always by your side.
One minute you are a child, then a certain blond moves to town and life goes into hyperdrive. A blur. Funny that it went by so fast, yet thinking back on it you could remember every wonderful detail.
Even when you were hurt or scared to death it was wonderful because you felt so alive. Too alive to ever think you could really die. Now it was gone. Sucked into a giant hole that left nothing but fond memories and big checks.
Uncle Sam had really come through for them, though. Not only had FEMA set up a trailer and started handing out handfuls of cash unquestioningly, but half a dozen lawyers swooped in like vultures and sued every insurance company, business, and institution they could think of.
The small number of survivors who made it out alive were set for life. Coincendently so were the lawyers.
But when it was all done, life seemed to grind to a screetching halt. For the first time in his young life, Xander was at loose ends. He had plenty of money, but nothing he wanted to spend it on, and no one to enjoy it with.
Anya was long gone. Left after the debacle of a nonwedding and weeks before the crash. Buffy, Dawn and the slayers went with Giles to England. Willow left on a single witches cruise to look for love.
And Spike.
Last he heard Spike had gone to LA to be with his sire. For some reason that one had bothered him more than he expected. Oh they all tried to coax him to come with, except Spike, but none of it interested him.
He felt in his heart that there was something out there for him and all he had to do was go look for it. So he packed his car, a new Miata convertable (thank you very much to the kind taxpayers of the U.S.of A.) and headed out. No real plan. No real direction. Or so he told himself.
LA might be nice.
Big city and all.
Change of pace.
See the lights.
Enjoy the night life.
Oh fuck it. He wanted to see Spike. Only because things were more exciting when the vampire was around. 'Yeah, that's it.' Xander thought. 'I'm bored and Spike will liven things up.'
Even just the challenge of verbal smart assing with Spike excited him. Just the thought of it had Xander smiling and his foot pressing down harder on the gas pedel. It only fleetingly occured to him that he might not be welcome. That Spike might have started a new unlife and didn't want Xander in it.
That he might be all settled in with his blockhead of a sire and was happy doing God knows what with him. But that was a thought that caused that dark lonley feeling to lick around the edges of his brain and heart so he didn't allow it to grow, quickly shoving it back down he shifted his plans and his car into fifth gear and roared on.
In the end of the Sunnydale times he and Spike were on pretty good terms. Maybe not friends, but ....something. All he knew was that for the first time in his life he was his own man. A clean slate. He could be and do anything he wanted.
Relaxing back into the rich leather seat, he decided that the long drive would give him the opportunity to examine what it was that he wanted and how Spike fit into his new life. So what did he want to do? Actually Xander was not as stupid as he pretended and he had a vague idea of what he wanted.
He knew after the night Anya had rented that gay western porn movie to spice up their sex life that their marriage would not have worked. Anya suspected it too, especially after he had asked her to roll over and groan in a lower voice. For months that memory caused him to wince and cringe.
He really felt bad for letting Anya down and the realization that he may be gay, or bi, or something, had hit him like Thor's hammer. But now he was alone.
There was no one to disappoint. No one to prove himself to. It was time to find himself, and that should be easy cause he was through hiding.
Still pondering what exactly he expected from this trip, and lost in his own thoughts and daydreams, he reached the city limits of Los Angeles. Smog, noise, congestion, and people in a place so vast he could not comprehend how far the streets could extend and still be considered within the borders.
It was a good thing he had been here before with Buffy or he would have never attempted to find Angel's place among all the other dilapidated hotels sitting on all the other hillsides.
Big cities were confusing. Driving along minding your own business, and the first thing you know you are on a one way street. Going the wrong way. How does that happen?
Besides, that garbage truck was way too big to be on a side street this small. So if he had to run up on the curb to avoid Xander - well that's just too bad. Whipping up to park, he saw it. It was just as he remembered it. Looking it over he briefy wondered if they had filmed the Munsters or the Addams Family here.
Climbing out of the car, he walked around and with his arms crossed he leaned back against the side of his very expensive, very red convertable and let his gaze drift upward.
It was dark, gloomy, depressing, forboding, and badly in need of repair.
The Hyperion.
It looked like absolute heaven.
It was everything Xander was familiar and comfortable with.
And as a big plus, it had Spike. Of course that only interested him because he had nothing better to do. No one else to insult. Nothing else to...
No, to be honest, at least with himself, Spike felt like home, and that was what he ached for. The familiar. Something to surround himself in like a baggy hawaiian shirt and cut off shorts.
Truth be told he hadn't slept well since it all fell apart six months ago, and he was tired. So once he had made up his mind to come here it had all clicked in his mind as right. He felt like he did the time Jessie had given him that Rubic's Cube and after weeks of fucking with it the final side snapped in place and it was perfect.
Never doubting his decision, the decision had become an obsession. He thought of nothing else. He thought of no one else. Now he was here and he was inexplicably nervous. 'Well fuck it' He thought 'Here we go'
Shoving off the side of the car he started up the stairway to the front door. It had been a long drive and it was late in the day, but not yet sunset so he knew they would not be out and about yet.
The sky was starting to darken in anticipation of the world being turned over once again to an alternate population. One that lived in contrast to the warm blooded day people. The day people that go to work and provide the goods and services that keep the city functioning so that when they go home and sit down to dinner and tuck themselves into their warm beds, their counterparts are free to roam the streets.
Just like the day people, the demons defy catagorization. They are good. They are evil They lie, they cheat, they care for their own. Some even look out for the homeless. The humans that have no place to go when the day ends. Some of the demons pass as human. Some of the humans are more than demon. It's all a blend and Xander was one of the few humans to recognize it existed.
Xander knew all of this. It was the world he had grown up in. He had spent his whole life on the Hellmouth and now was equally comfortable in both of these worlds. In both of these populations. It can be very confusing to someone who looks at the world as one way or the other.
It used to be confusing to Xander. Not anymore. It's just the way it is. He had long abandoned the idea that all demons were bad and all people good. He just accepted it all as The World, and he desperately sought a place and a companion in it.
Part Two
It had a busted sidewalk. Long worn out cement with grass, weeds and even a small maple tree growing up through the cracks.
The shrubs and what appeared to be an old garden area in the front yard were neglected and brown from lack of water
and care.
A large corner fountain had slipped over the last half century from palatial to bird bath to racoon water to now what
suspiciously smelled like it was being used by passing homeless as a convenient urinal.
The steps leading up to the front door were all present, but someone had obviously done a quick and poorly constructed repair on them, although the fact that the handrail was also broken and partially missing still caused the incline to be an
"at your own risk" type of area.
'Someone should tell The Mighty Angelus he's setting himself up for a hell of a law suit. Always did hear those LA lawyers were vicious as snathert demons' Xander snickered. 'No problem. I'll have them right as rain in no time.
That is if Spike and I stay here. We may decide to move on. See what he thinks.'
Confidently Xander hopped up onto the porch and slammed the knocker down four times. Nothing. He tried again and waited. That was odd. It was late enough in the day that they had to be up, but too early to be out. Damn it! He had come to far to be ignored.
Xander looked around searchingly, hands on his hips he frowned. 'If I was a caveman with only two functioning brain cells, where would I keep a spare key? OF COURSE!'
Jumping back a step with a triumph smile on his face, he flipped over the mat he had been standing on. A mat that noticeably did not have "WELCOME" inscribed on it, and found what he needed.
Whistling, he stuck the key in the lock, turned the knob and pushed open the door. The sight that confronted him shot fear through his body.
Something must have happened to have shifted Angel out and bring Angelus back. It was the only explanation. For there on the couch in the center of the lobby was poor Wes trying to wrestle Angelus under control.
It must have been a hell of a fight so far, as they were both naked. Xander wasn't sure how Wes had managed to best Angelus but he seemed to be holding his own because he was still on top. The room was filled with sounds of grunting and swearing .
With the feeling of adrenalin coursing through his body, Xander rushed forward to help. Both Wes and Angelus saw him coming and tried to disengage, but they were not fast enough. Landing on Wes's back all three rolled to the floor with an expelled and collective "OOF" That was when Xander noticed Angel's cock pop, obviously painfully, out of Wes's ass.
"WHAT THE FUCK?"
It was amazing how three people can yell the same three words at the same time and it comes out sounding so different.
A slight affect signaling a difference in thought.
Wes's tinged with the humiliation of being caught red dicked in front of this young man whom he hadn't seen since Xander was a child.
Xander's at the shock of seeing Angel and Wes stark naked and doing the nasty. Something he had not yet had the chance to experience with another naked man, and Angel's......
Well Angel's had no actual thought behind it other than just "What The Fuck."
Smiling, Xander sat back on the floor leaning against the stained (yech) sofa and watched as the entertainment scrambled to find and jerk on their pants.
All the time Wes could be heard mumbling things about thick headed idiots leaving keys in stupid places and something
about a sullied reputation.
While Angel continued to simply repeat "what the fuck?"
Finally dressed, although from the front of his pants, obviously still hard, Angel towered over Xander with a scowl on his face and his hands on his hips.
"What the fuck Xander?"
O.k. That one Xander could clearly read to mean. 'What do you want. Why are you here? And probably why couldn't you have gotten here about 15 minutes later?'
"Relax Batbreath. I'm not here to see you. I need to talk to Spike." Watching him breath and sniff into the palm of his hand, Xander turned instead to Wes. "Just call him, Wes and you two can get back to your - ahem - sparing practice"
"Yes, well, I'd like to do that for you Xander, but he's not here." Refusing to look him in the eye, Wes sat to pull his socks on.
Caught off guard, Xander frowned "Don't fuck with me Wes, I need to see him."
Not caring now that, yes, his breath did have a slight odor of Wes spunk, Angel had had enough.
"He isn't here, Xander. He was. I threw him out. It's none of your fucking business where he is. Go home."
Xander's patience had also run its course and he no longer cared that Wes was embarrassed or that he was slightly envious that Wes got to experience the wonderful world of anal sex and Xander still hadn't.
He also didn't care that Angel was a vicious vampire that could rip his throat out without breaking a sweat. If vampires did indeed sweat.
All he cared about now was that these two were a brick wall between him and his goal. The golden fleece of Spike's gelled head. Now he wanted answers! "You fuckin' threw him out? You fuckin' asshole!. Where the fuck is he, Angel?"
"Language, lad." Angel smiled. He knew he had regained the upper hand and was feeling much more in control. This was his world. Wes was his boyfriend. The Hyperion was........ Wait a minute. What was the question again? Oh yes. "Spike came here right after the fall of the Hellmouth. He bitched about unrequited love, he called me names, he walked around
naked in front of Wes. WES! Quit smiling! And he was a general pain in the ass. I gave him some money and set him up somewhere else. Now go away."
"I want to know where he is, you unibrowed cocksucker!" Xander also felt the shift in power, and he refused to be Zeppoed.
Because Angel reluctantly admitted to himself that both of Xander's descriptions were accurate, the insults didn't get the
hoped for reaction.
Angel simply shrugged and waved his hand dismissively. Walking away he answered back over his shoulder "Somewhere in Vegas." and with that the great Angelus had left the room.
Part Three
Wes and Xander were left standing alone in the lobby of the hotel. Xander felt very much like a peasant that had come for an audience with the king and had been dismissed by the monarch himself as having been found to be unworthy.
Obviously uncomfortable with the entire situation, Wes shuffledhis feet and looked around him. 'Damn, why was there never a demon crisis when you needed one?'
"Ah, Xander, I'm sorry about that. Angel has a lot on his mind."
"Forget it Wes. I'm not interested in his mind, his problems, or the fact that you two are doing the hubba hubba together.
All I want to know is where Spike is. Why did Angel send him to Vegas? And what did he mean he set him up there?"
"I'm really not sure, Xander. They had been arguing almost nonstop from the day Spike first arrived. I know Angel was very relieved that he had gotten out after the fall of the Hellmouth, and actually it was at Angel's invitation that Spike came here in the first place, but the two of them in close quarters together is just a disaster waiting to happen.
Spike never would talk about what happened to all of you, no matter how often Angel asked. Just said that everyone was o.k. I almost got the feeling that he was hurt that everyone left him and moved on with their lives.
So after the night he showed up on the doorstep with a bottle of Jack in one hand and a carton of cigarettes in the other and he just seemed to settle in. He was never happy though.
He seldom left his room and refused to go with Angel on his demon hunts.
Said he had done his share of that and he was not doing any more.
Spike was surly and irritable.
Angel was moody and demanding.
Spike spent most of the time drunk, and frankly Angel could have used a drink or two."
Xander snorted. He didn't know about a drink or two, but he knew Angel needed something to help pull that stick up out of his ass.
"When Spike did start leaving the hotel he would go out at night, to as many bars as he could and when he came back in took great delight in doing things to upset Angel."
"Like walking around naked in front of you?" For some reason that comment had stuck in Xander's mind and he did not like it one little bit. "Was he interested in you, Wes? Was there something going on between the two of you? Was that what Angel was angry about?"
"Lord no, Xander! Yes, he did do that, but I know it had nothing to do with me. There were certainly no feelings between Spike and I. Spike would do it because we all know how possessive Angel can be, and the Sire - Childe relationship is very complex. Besides, he just enjoyed doing things to hear Angel scream."
Xander liked that.
Anything that made Angel scream was a bit of all right in his book. Frowning, Xander rubbed his hand over the back of his neck. Something else Angel had said bothered Xander and as much as he didn't want to, he needed to ask.
"What did Angel mean about Spike and unrequited love. Who was Spike in love with? Was it Buffy? Shit! Was Dru back?"
"I don't know who it was. Dru wasn't back or I would have seen her and I never heard her name mentioned. In fact the few times I did hear Angel say her name Spike would react very badly. Telling him that was the past and to shut the fuck up, so no I am very sure whoever it was, it was not Dru. Thank God.
He never really said, but I am also fairly sure it was not the Slayer as he would often refer to her as "The titless wonder"
or laugh that he knew she was a bleached blond because, as he put it, the carpet did not match the drapes. But I did have the impression it was someone he left behind in the hellmouth."
Xander paused.
It was time to take stock of the situation. Nothing this morning had gone the way he saw it happening in his mind. He was supposed to swoop down, collect Spike from an unhappy situation and the two of them would.... well he wasn't sure what would happen next, but he was pretty sure of things up to that point.
Now he was still vampless. A condition he had hoped to find a cure for here in LA.
"Xander. XANDER!"
Snapping out of his musing, Xander focused to see Wes waving his hand in front of Xander's face. "Oh, sorry Wes. So Vegas huh? Kind of a big place. You got any idea where in Vegas?"
Slowly Wes was working his way back to the front door. Hoping to get rid of Xander as soon as possible, he knew from past experience he had a rough evening ahead of him.
Angel would brood and mope and pout.
Wes would blow him.
Angel would brood and mope.
Wes would rim him.
Angel would brood.
Wes would take it up the ass.
Angel would take a nap.
"All I know is that I have seen Angel send him money. I don't know the entire address, but the name on the envelope is a
place called the Starfish Club."
It took only seconds for it all to sink in, and Xander was elated. He hadn't even found Spike yet and the vamp already was spicing his life up.
He had never been to Vegas before, but this could be fun.
He and Spike out on the town.
Walking the strip at 2 in the morning.
Lots of money, gambling, shows, drinks, get a room....... Oh, yeah.
He was heading to Las Vegas.
He just knew this was the right choice.
Part Four
It took him two days drive to get there, but the weather was great and the tunes blasting out of his i-pod were jumping.
This was only a minor set back. Nothing to get worried over. He would find the Starfish Club, what kind of name was that any way? What did it mean? Oh well, then he would locate Spike. Spike would be thrilled to see him.
He was probably missing the Hellmouth excitement too and Xander would be a welcome sight. Then together they could - o.k. he was still stuck on that point, but it would still be fabulous! Fabulous? Where the hell did that word come from?
Xander shrugged.
Every once in a while since he started this trek it had seemed like there was something, a realization of some sort, that was
trying to come to the surface of Xander's mind. But it was an alien thought. One he could not recognize, so he pushed it aside. If it was anything important it would become clear later, he thought.
This was a trip for fun.
A trip for a new adventure.
Not one for deep thought or self discovery.
Leaning his head back against the head rest he put the pedal to the metal and crossed the city limit into the bustling traffic
congested area of the famous Las Vegas Strip.
'Holy Shit!' Xander's brain could not come up with any other words. He had never seen so many people and vehicles packed together in one place. Even the areas of L.A. he had been in were nothing compared to this. The sidewalks were absolutely alive. The crowds moved in waves of unending motion.
The traffic was bumper to bumper with someone always slamming on their brakes and blowing their horns. The recipient of the horn insults seemed uninterested and unaffected, and the waves rolled on.
The concentration it required to not hit pedestrians or other cars was brain busting. This type of focus was not something he was comfortable with. Xander knew instinctively he was out of his league and resolved the first order of business was to park his car and get off the street.
He had noticed taxi cabs in abundance and decided it would kill two demon birds with one stone to get a cab. He wouldn't have to drive and they would know the address of the club. Excellent!
Locating an off strip secured parking garage was a stroke of luck and he whipped in cutting off a delivery truck and
receiving not only an angry horn but a window waved finger. Xander cheerfully waved back and pulled in.
He stopped and before he could jump out was instantly pounced upon by a pimply faced teenager in a bright yellow vest with "PARKING" stamped proudly across the front and back. "Wow! Bitchin' car mister. I can't wait to drive - I mean park it."
Cautiously climbing out and collecting the offered ticket, Xander watched as the boy walked all around the car running his hands lovingly across the hood, sides, and trunk. Xander made a mental note to check the car for white splatter stains
when he picked it back up. Reluctantly handing over the keys he asked "Can I get a cab here?"
"Sure just stand out front. Wave your hand and they'll be fighting over you." The boy answering him had never taken his eyes or hands off the convertible.
"Yeah, great. I should be back to pick the car up later today. Maybe tomorrow."
"No problem" Xander received his ticket and the boy was gone, presumably to return to his afternoon tryst with the Miata. Oh well, Xander could not think about his car's virtue right now, he was in search Spike's Starfish.
By now it was late in the afternoon and he was starting to get hungry. He had been driving all day and skipped lunch to get here. 'Wonder if I can eat at the Starfish. Sounds like a seafood place. At this point anything meaty I could wrap my tongue around would be great.' Rubbing his hand over his already growling stomach, he decided not to risk it
'Maybe I better find a restaurant first then locate the club.'
Decision made, Xander ducked into one of the many hamburger joints and shoveled in two cheeseburgers and three orders of fries. Man, it was great not counting pennies and being able to eat whenever you got hungry. Money was definitely a good thing.
Back out on the street he jumped into the throng and flowed with the wave. What from a distance seemed to be chaos, was in fact fairly well coordinated. The traffic lights and the over street walkways kept things moving easily. Still, he did not know the area and didn't want to spend all his time searching when he could be with Spike and they could be...'Oh, there's a cab'
Waving his hand as instructed, the cab whipped over in front of him and slammed to a stop. Xander jumped in the back seat and before the door was shut they were swerving back out into traffic. Xander glanced down at the drivers ID card which was posted on the back of the driver's seat.
Looking up into the mirror he matched face with driver and the driver smiled back. "Where you wanna go sir?"
Checking the name again Xander returned the smile "Well, Ackmed, I need to go to the Starfish Club. Do you know where that is?"
Ackmed's smile disappeared. "You want Starfish? You no look like starfish type. I take you to Ceasars, yes?"
"No. I need to go to the Starfish. I am hunting for a man and I was told that is the place to go to find what I'm looking for. Now either take me there or I'll get another cab."
Xander was indignant. How dare this cabbie tell him what he wanted. What did he want? Moving on. Flying down the street and up two blocks the cab came to a stop in front of a small two story brick building. It could have been an office complex or a small business. There was no fancy neon billboards on the front or hawkers standing around coaxing people in.
The only identification was a neat door placard hanging on the door that stated "Starfish"
The second they had stopped the cabbie flipped off the meter and announced "$15.00."
"$15.00 my ass. I saw the meter before you shut it off and it said $9.00. What the hell is your problem?" Even now with plenty of money in his pockets, Xander hated feeling like he was being scammed.
Outraged and somewhat english handicapped the driver was furious. "You want $15.00 for ass? Get out of my cab! You pay me and get out of my cab!"
"Shit, man. I don't know what the fuck your issue is, but here's your fuckin' $15.00. Maybe you should use it to get some anger management." Xander had no sooner stepped out than the cab was gone in a screech of tires and puff of exhaust.
"Fuck him, I'm here."
All negativity forgotten, Xander was elated. He pushed through the double glass front doors into the dimly lit interior. The room was larger than it looked from outside. The colors and decor were rich and plush, but the sounds were purely casino. The far walls circling round the room were filled with slot machines. Wheel of Fortune, Top Dollar, and more video poker than he could count. All with bells ringing and lights flashing.
Most of the stools in front of the machines were occupied by older women. Teased hair, long fake red nails flipping half burned ashes onto the expensive carpet, and all looking serious enough to warrant cutting them a wide path.
Some in wheelchairs, some sucking alternately on oxygen and a puff or two of suspiciously poorly rolled cigarettes. The center of the room was roped off for the blackjack tables. Four of them lined up in a row. And the entire set up smelling of pure money. This was definately a class act.
Giving himself a minute to let his eyes adjust to the dim lighting he had to admit he was impressed. The Starfish appeared to be a small, but very upscale bar/casino. Confused as to what objection the cabbie could have possibly had to a nice place like this, Xander headed straight for the bar to collect a drink and some information.
"Good evening sir." The bartender leaned towards Xander flashing a blinding mega watt smile. "What can I get for you?"
Matching smile for smile Xander hopped up on the stool and slapped down a twenty. "I need a lite beer and I'm looking for a man."
Mega watt kicked on the high beams and set the bottle on the bar. "Of course you are, sir, and you have come to the right place. Although a good looking guy like you should have no problems on your own right?"
'Well that's an odd thing to say. What would my looks have to do with finding Spike?' "Um thanks, anyway the guy I'm looking for is supposed to be working here. Name of Spike. You know him?"
The bartender appeared to give it a moments thought before answering. "Nope. Never heard of him. Want another beer?" Snappy smile never faltering.
"Sure." Xander reached into his wallet. "I hope you don't mind me asking, but aren't you chilly dressed like that? I know it is the desert and all, but it seems rough to make you and , um, all the waiters dress in spandex shorts with no shirts on"
By now Xander was looking around the room and something was slowly starting to sink in. He has never been accused of being the sharpest pencil in the box, but even Xander eventually gets the point. His eyes had adjusted to the dark
and it was all becoming clear.
Crystal clear.
Abundently clear.
Windex with a lint free paper towel clear.
OH MY GOD!! STARFISH!!
Part Five
Xander turned his back to the scantly dressed, very happy bartender and tightened his grip on his beer. 'O.k. Xanman deep breath You are in a gay bar. All these men are gay. They serve gay beer to other gay men. They just served me a gay beer and I am drinking it. Holy shit it must be true. I must be.....Well, really no surprise, kinda knew, so, still,.....
Spinning back around on the stool Xander again faced the gay beer serving man. "So you don't know Spike? He doesn't work here?"
The bartender shrugged and started wiping down the counter top. "Nobody by that name works here. Sometimes, though, people don't always use their own name. Describe him to me and maybe we can find you somebody that matches that description."
Sounded reasonable. 'Damn, they should turn down the air conditioning'. Xander couldn't help notice the way the
bartenders nipples puckered and stood up. Course that was probably only so noticeable since his chest was totally smooth and hair free. 'Wonder if he shaves, waxes or is just naturally....'
"Huh? Oh, Yeah, description. About 5'10" maybe 150 lb. pale skin blond hair, tight body, strong arms, baby blue eyes, soft looking mouth, killer cheek bones, firm butt, always wears snug black pants and shirt. Guess that's about it. Sorry I can't give you any more detail than that. So, sound familiar?"
The bartender laughed and pretended to give it serious thought. "Well that's a pretty vague description, but it could be William. Just one thing you left out. Is the guy you're looking for a vampire?"
Xander spit his mouthful of beer with projectile force that hit Mr.Mega Watt directly on the chest. Staring in shock at what he had just done, Xander thought briefly that he was grateful the bartender's skin was bare. That would have been a hell of a cleaning bill.
Grabbing the bar rag Xander reached over and frantically started wiping down the foam covered slippery body. Taking
extra care to dab the sticky beer off that was dripping from the tips of those two perky nubby little......
"Sorry. Sorry. Wow you must really work out. You are in great shape." The bartender took the rag from Xander's hand and slowly, sensually, rubbed it up and down presumably to clean himself off. He then slid the cloth all the way down his chest till it disappeared below the vantage point of the bar.
"Yea, I really am aren't I. So, looks like you need another beer" Amazingly, the smile never wavered.
"Thanks, sorry." Xander slapped another $20 on the bar. It hadn't occurred to him that he had already paid the same for
the last two beers. One of which Mr. Pointy was still massaging off with his hands while Xander watched, awe struck.
After taking a big swallow from his third bottle, Xander was finally feeling the familiar buzz slide up to his brain and he began to relax. "Yeah, vampire. That's the one I'm looking for. You got a lot of vampires working here? Not that I need a lot of them. Only want the one is all."
"Well I believe the one you want is William. William Sirrah. Only if you are wanting to get a little physical tonight I gotta warn you, he's not one of the workers here. He's a card dealer. However, if you are interested, we do have a back room and any of the waiters or bartenders (wink wink) will go in there with you. You tip them the set amount and I guarantee your satisfaction."
"No! That is not what I came here for. Set amount? No! I only came to find Spike! Any of the waiters?" Xander tried as subtly as possible to glance around the room at the waiters who were bustling about lifting, bending, serving, smiling,......"No! Look, just tell me what time Sp.. William gets here."
"Well obviously he can only work the night shift so he is usually here at 8p.m. and gets off at 4 in the morning. You want to hang around for a couple more hours and try to catch him? Drink another beer maybe?"
The exchange was becoming automatic.
Slap - the twenty hits the bar.
Clink - the bottle takes its place.
Bartender smiles - Xander drinks. The world rolls on.
"So, you know about vampires, huh?" Xander was pleasantly fuzzy and the information didn't seem near as shocking as it had when he had first received it.
"Sure. We have a few that work here. Also have a couple other minor demons working in the dishroom. No big deal"
The fact that the bartender had never wavered in his bubbly personality now had Xander wondering what kind of demon he might be. Was there such a thing as a demon that has way too many teeth and gives off a mysterious aura that causes innocent beer drinkers to suffer painful hard ons? Cause it sure seemed the closer he leaned over the bar towards
Xander the harder his dick got, and there just couldn't be any other explaination.
Beer drinking had always been the source of deep thought for Xander and he was now contemplating several issues that were pressing heavily on him. First, he had to piss like a Russian race horse. Why a Russian race horse? Do they piss more than American race horses? Second, no way could he piss like any type of horse with a stiffy like he was presently sporting. So spanking the monkey was probably going have to be the order of the day. Snickering at the thought that he had a regular zoo traipsing round his head and bladder, he set his last empty bottle back down.
"You got a bathroom around here?" Xander tried to focus his eyes on the happy server of the gay beer.
"Sure do. Right over there under the big sign that says "Restrooms" Need a hand with anything?" Mega Watt wagged his eyebrows.
"Hey!" Xander huffed and slipped clumsily off his bar stool. "I'll have you know I have been abusing myself for years. The last thing I need is for someone else to stick their fingers in and muck it all up"
Stumbling away, Xander located the bathroom and rolled in. Standing in the first stall he was finally able to undo the uncooperative zipper and free a very hard cock that was clearly happy to be out in the open air. Leaning in with one hand against the wall and the other on his cock, Xander looked down at his dick and decided it was time to demand some answers.
"Just what the fuck is your problem? There aren't any women out there, and you have No experience with the man lovin' thing. Have you been drugged? Shame on you! I try to take you out with me and look how you act. Drooling all over my pants and forcing me to take you in hand. O.k. buddy, we're going to do this, but don't think it's cause I want to."
By now his outrage at the improper behavior being displayed by his errant cock was dissipating. He had to admit it did feel kind of good to slide his hand in the juices his cock had so generously supplied. How could he stay mad at it when it was thoughtful enough to help him out like that.
"Oh, Yeah" Xander groaned. Problem was, an alcohol fogged brain did not always work as willingly as a beer soaked cock. It's just biology. 'O.k.' Xander thought. Buffy - yeah, nice. Buffy naked - um, no, put the clothes back on. Anya - no, not going there again'.
His hand was still stroking and the feeling was definately there, just not quite right. Xander squeezed his cock, reaching down with the other hand and rolled his balls. Unconsiously humping his hips, Xander spit on his hand to add to the slick and sped up his movements. 'Think Xanman, Think! Maybe I need another beer. Oh God, maybe smiley would bring the beer to me in here. Shit! He could hand me the beer and accidently spill some of it over my cock. The cool beer would feel so good on the burning hot head of my dick'
Xander bent over and stroked harder and faster. 'Course then being in the service industry he would feel responsible to clean it up. He would drop to his knees and take my cock in his mouth. He would suck the foam off my cock and the come out of the slit. Both would taste bitter and salty.'
Xander ran his thumb over the head of his cock. He closed his eyes and pictured those full pink lips covering those big white teeth to protect Xanders precious appendage from damage. "Suck me big guy, suck me"
Releasing his balls Xander slid his hand backward. He continued to pull, twist and squeeze, Spreading his legs further apart he scratched his fingernail over the soft puckered entrance of his ass feeling the hole flex and release. Suddenly the face in his mind changed from a smiley, toothy bartender to a sexy blond vampire.
Blue eyes looking up at him while his shiny pink cock slides down his throat. And that was the image that sent him over the edge. Missing the bowl completely he shot onto the wall behind. It took a good five minutes more for things to deflate enough for Xander to take the much needed piss and tuck himself back away.
'Well that was odd.' he thought. Funny what beer can make you do.
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