Xander glances frantically around, hoping for a police car - in your dreams! - or something he can use as a weapon. Anything. But there's nothing and Spike is doing that walk, that strut, out of the dense shadow of a magnolia tree, up the sidewalk and straight at him. Sudden snick and flare of light, and he's lighting a cigarette - holding it in his left hand and blowing smoke up into the air.
"Think you wanna give me a taste, Slayer's boy?" Spike purrs, and Xander feels a suicidal rush of resentment at that.
"I'm not her boy, I'm nobody's - boy." That didn't come out quite like he thought it would, and Spike is looking at him, head to one side, eyebrow up like Spock, and Xander notices that there's a scar there, white against the black hairs.
"You could be my boy - would you like that, pretty?"
"Whaaat?" Xander gasps, the full impact of that sentence hitting him. Be HIS boy - what, be a vamp? Or does he mean - something else? He was all…turned on at the school - is THAT what he means? GAY vampire? Oh my god, I'm being stalked by a GAY vampire! Only me. Another voice, so quiet that Xander barely notices it, says he thinks I'm PRETTY, but that voice is trampled under in moments.
"No, I don't wanna be your - boy - and what the hell does that mean, anyway? If you're gonna kill me just do it, already!" It's been a long and - different- kind of night, difficult night, and Xander is tired of games, now. Tired of being scared out of his wits every ten minutes and turned on! in between the terror. It's exhausting and way, way too confusing and he just wants it to be over, now. Either he gets away, or he gets killed - something - but he won't have to put up with this…confusion…any more.
"Oh, I'm not gonna kill you. Why spoil my fun? You're so…" How the hell did he get so close so fast? Oh FUCK I am so dead. I hope Buffy can stake his ass for me… And with the sniffing again! Xander jerked back from the vampire, his hands going up reflexively.
"What the hell is it with you and the sniffing thing, man! Cut it out!"
"But you smell delicious, pet," Spike murmurs, and his hands are on Xander's arms, pressing into the bruises there that Xander got earlier, pulling him close. "You smell like chocolate and like…apples and…" Spike's eyes dart up to his, amused and sly. "And like sex. You like me, pet?"
"I - No! And I'm not a pet, and I'm not - not your boy! Just leave me alone or- or kill me!" The vampire chuckles, down low in his chest. Then his lips are on Xander's throat again - but this time they are kissing, and there's the tip of a cool, wet tongue, and one hand is sliding up into Xander's hair and one is curling into the small of his back, pulling him close, pressing him against silk and denim and lean, hard muscles and…
And he's hard again! Or, still hard. Oh man, what does he - And then Xander stops thinking about anything at all as the soft lips and cool tongue find his and he's being kissed, kissed like he's never been before; rough and deep and demanding and sweet, somehow, and Xander's hands clutch frantically at slick leather and silk, trying to get closer and trying to get away at the same time. Is that even possible? Oh god, oh good, that's…good…that's… vampire kisses, oh FUCK, wonder if Angel kisses like this, no wonder Buffy -
Spike was pulling away, his eyes dark and wide and his lips gleaming wetly. He ran one hand up the side of Xander's face and back through his hair, pushing it back and tugging ever so gently on it.
"Taste like chocolate, too," he murmured, and then he bent and picked up the cigarette he'd dropped, and was walking away - strutting away, duster snapping around his ankles and Xander just stood there, imprint of Spike's body all down his, lips tingling and head whirling and his hands going out in a useless attempt to keep the vampire there.