| > Summary: The Lowell Fraternity House is haunted by the spirits of oversexed kids...and an innocent game of Spin the Bottle gets the Scoobies--and Spike--all worked up. (Much of the original episode elements are altered for the sake of the story. You know, creative license and all that.) > Timeline: The way Season 4's "Where The Wild Things Are" should have gone. > Series: Part 1 of the "Wild Things" Miniseries. Fits after the oneshots, "Just A Taste", "Sleeptalking" and "Enthralled". > Pairing: Spike/Buffy, and a little kissage for everyone else (F/F only). Don't worry, there is NO Buffy/Riley, even if the intro suggests it! > Rating: NC-17 > Nods: Thanks to Love for planting the seed (Spin the Bottle). The girl/girl kissage is (mostly) for her. This one's dedicated to Meredith, webmistress of Heat.Desire. > Disclaimer: You know the drill. 20th Century Fox Corp. owns everyone but me. > Distribution: Ask and ye shall post on your site, as long as ye promise to leave my italics intact. If that's too much trouble, ask me for the no-italics version. > Feedback: Don't keep it bottled up. (nautibitz@yahoo.com) ************************************************************** Buffy was ablaze with lust. Riley stood by the stairs, sipping his beer and eying her suggestively. To hell with this party, to hell with her friends. To hell with slaying. All Buffy wanted was to be in her boyfriend's strong arms again. To once more feel the intense heat they'd generated that morning in his bed. She smiled. Maybe more than once... She noticed that Willow and Xander had left her side, to mingle or dance. And Riley's friends were talking to other people, having given up on any conversation with their preoccupied housemate. Smiling saucily, Buffy crossed the divide between them. When she reached him, Riley looked down to check his beeper. "Damn." "What is it?" Buffy asked. Not now, not now! He looked at her apologetically. "I have to go." "But...we were gonna go upstairs," Buffy insisted, hoping that would make his Initiative meeting go away. "I know," Riley replied, just as heated. "And we will. I'll be back." "Let's go, Finn," Forrest said. "You'll come back soon?" Buffy asked. "I promise." Buffy pouted as she watched him go. Well this is just great, she thought. "Buffy!" Xander's voice. She turned her head towards the den. Xander, Anya, Willow and Tara sat with some other people in a haphazard circle on the floor. "Come on, Buffy!" Willow said. "Come sit down!" Buffy shot a last forlorn look at the stairs Riley had ascended, and reluctantly trudged over to the gang. Willow patted a place beside her and Buffy absentmindedly sat. Before Buffy realized what was going on, an empty beer bottle was pointing straight at her. "Alright!" a luggy boy exclaimed. "Score!" Buffy looked at him blankly. "Huh?" "The bottle points to you," Anya explained brightly. "Now you have to kiss him." "Wait," Buffy said, incredulous. "We're playing Spin the Bottle?" "Uh-huh," Xander affirmed. "And...how old are we?" "Oh come on, Buffy, it's fun!" Willow said, a twinkle in her eye. "Um," Buffy said, surprised at Willow's enthusiasm. This definitely wasn't like her. "I have a boyfriend..." "This is a boyfriend/girlfriend-free zone," the boy who leered at her explained. "Yeah, don't worry about it, Buff," Xander said with a wave of his hand. Xander wanted her to kiss this guy? Protective, big brotherly Xander? Buffy sighed. "Fine." She leaned over and gave the guy a closed-mouth peck. "Hey!" the guy complained. "Oh, you're not following the rules, Buffy," Anya said. "You have to kiss him for at least seven seconds." "And there has to be tongue," the guy added. "Excuse me?" Buffy asked, preparing to deck this half-wit. "It's true," Anya confirmed with a nod. Buffy silently pleaded with the gang for help, but no help was forthcoming. She rolled her eyes, and leaned in again, hoping he wouldn't slobber all over her. The circle started chanting, "One, two, three..." Spike turned in his chair to see what all the commotion was about. He saw Red sitting on the floor, the other witch beside her, and... He got up to get a closer look. The Slayer. Making out with some flush-faced frat prat? He squinted. "Seven!!" Buffy sat back on her heels, an undisguised look of revulsion on her face. She wiped her mouth with her sleeve and lied, "You know, I think I just saw Riley, I'll just--" "But it's your turn, Buffy," Willow urged. "My turn? But--" "The last one chosen is the next to choose." Anya, human instruction booklet. Buffy groaned and grudgingly put her hand on the bottle. A titillating charge coursed right down her center. "Oh," she whispered, realizing why everyone was so hyped up. The bottle held some kind of... Black leather flashed at Buffy's eye level. The black leather of a jacket attached to heavy boots, jean-clad legs, and...Spike. Great, she thought. Just what I don't need. He sat down indian-style directly across from her. Buffy pulled her hand from the bottle, not wanting to associate him with the feelings she was having. "Spike, what are you doing here?" "I expect this is fair game," he drawled, and peered at the circle of tasty-looking humans. "Alright with you?" A cute blonde girl on the far end practically moaned, "Oh yes." He grinned at the girl, then at Buffy. "Go on then, love--give it a spin." "As long as it doesn't point at you," she said, hatred mingling with the lust she couldn't contain. "Why not? Not like we haven't liplocked before." "Ugh. Don't remind me." The guy she'd just kissed pointed at Spike. "This guy?" "Get on with the spin," Xander urged. "Fine." She spun. Around it went...to Anya. Xander's eyes widened. "Oh," Anya said, suddenly flustered. "Well, I suppose that would be me." "Yeah!" the frat boy cried. "Girl-girl action!" "Okay," Anya readied herself. "It's not as if I've never done this before..." Xander stuttered, "You...?" Anya shrugged. Buffy, wanting to escape before Riley returned, reached across the floor to press her lips to Anya's. No different than a man, she told herself. Just...softer. And...soft... "Oh god," she heard Xander choke. "Please don't let this be a dream." Everyone gawked as they uncoupled. Wow, first girl kiss, Buffy thought proudly. Surprisingly okay. When she noticed Spike appraising her with amusement, she glared and challenged, "What?" "Starting to enjoy yourself, Slayer?" "No," she spat. Then she turned to Anya. "I mean--you know what I mean." "Yes, of course," Anya said. "You're not a lesbian. And neither am I. Not that it was unpleasant." She cleared her throat. "Well. It's my turn now! Go, me." She smiled and twisted her bottle. It slowed down right around Spike. Now she could really show Xander... Willow caught the heated jealousy that flickered through Xander's eyes, and quickly used her telekinetic powers to nudge the bottle. Somehow, she nudged it too far and it landed on...her. Whoops! Tara frowned, keenly aware of her girlfriend's witchcraft. And why did Willow want to kiss Anya so much? Willow whimpered helplessly at Tara. "Well, why don't you kiss her?" Tara asked, jealousy shading her words. Xander's eyes glazed over. "This is the best dream ever." Encouraged, Anya grabbed Willow by the face and plowed her tongue into the witch's mouth. Willow tried not to kiss back for fear that Tara would get even more upset. And also because...Anya. "Well, that wasn't so bad either," Anya said, brightening. "I think I'm getting used to this!" "Please...please do," Xander croaked, images of Scooby orgies dancing through his head. After rolling her eyes emphatically, Willow realized it was her turn. "Oh." Both she and Tara magickally directed the bottleneck to the same spot. Finally chosen and determined now, Tara kissed her girlfriend with intense fervor, proving once and for all who Willow really belonged to. "Woah," Xander said as the girls settled back in their spots. "Have you two been practicing?" They ignored him. "My turn," Tara said, shooting a triumphant look at Willow. Using her own powers, she purposely made it settle on Anya. "Wow," Anya said, ribbing her boyfriend. "I'm gettin' a lotta action tonight, aren't I?" Tara moved in on Anya, and kissed her with ostentatious sensuality. "Okay," Xander resolved in a squeaky voice, shielding his crotch. "Going now." He took Anya's hand and hastily dragged her away from the group. Tara and Willow exchanged angry and apologetic glances. The frat boy said, "Well that sucks. Who goes now?" "I haven't gone yet," the cute blonde girl piped up, staring pointedly at Spike. "Well then," Spike said, flashing that charming vampire smile. "I guess you'd better." Buffy watched this, brow furrowed. She wasn't sure why it bothered her so much, seeing him flirt with someone else. But it did. Either this girl was a Spin The Bottle pro, or she was a witch too, because it stopped right smack in front of Spike. "Looks like it's my lucky night, love," Spike said rakishly to the girl. Buffy cringed. "Oh, please," she muttered. Spike sent Buffy a smirk before he bent towards the girl. It was like rubbernecking at a train wreck. Buffy couldn't tear her eyes away. As Spike brushed his lips against someone else's mouth, Buffy felt a sudden desire to be that someone else. Someone else entirely--someone other than the Slayer--who had no hangups about sleeping with vampires, who probably had no idea what a vampire was. This girl could just sleep with Spike if she wanted to, no higher power to answer to, no guilt. Bitch. "Time's up, Lolita," she said sternly, peeling the girl off of the vampire she could never have. Want, she corrected herself. That I'd never want. "I'm sorry," the girl said to Buffy. "Is he your guy?" Buffy scoffed. "No!" She cowed. "It's just--your time was up." "Well," Spike said looking straight at Buffy. "Must be my go then." He gave it a gentle spin. It landed...right between Buffy and Willow. Not wanting to kiss anyone else in front of her girlfriend now, Willow used her power to nudge the bottle one last time. "Hey!" Buffy said to Willow, who shrugged sheepishly. "Dude," the frat boy said. "Either I'm way wasted, or that shit just moved by itself." Buffy pointed at Spike, who had a huge cocksure grin plastered on his face. "I'm not kissing him." "You gotta," the boy said. "You heard the boy," Spike said seductively as he leaned in. "You gotta." The hem of his coat fanned across the floor as he reached out to wrap a cool hand around Buffy's warm neck. Buffy looked around wildly to make sure Riley was nowhere in sight. Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion. Her face reached his. He paused, feeling her hot breath on his skin. When their lips finally touched, fire to ice, something seemed to erupt. Between them, around them, a sense of right chaos loomed. They pulled apart, staring at each other with identical expressions of fear. Quickly, they met again with fierce passion. The kiss deepened. The room shook. "Earthquake!" Willow and Tara ran for the doorway. Buffy didn't run. Neither did Spike. Oblivious to the madness around them, he tugged her closer. She unwittingly straddled his lap. Their kiss continued as he stood up with Buffy attached to him, legs coiled around his waist. They brushed past Willow in the doorway. "Um...Buffy?" Willow called out, and looked to Tara in bewilderment. That's when they heard the screams. The house seemed to be alive with energy. People were screaming, fighting, and fucking everywhere. "Oh my God," Tara said. "What's happening?" Willow shrieked, barely missing the projectory of a falling bookcase. "It's the house," realized Tara. "We've got to get out of here!" "But--Buffy--where did they go?" "Come on, Willow, they probably left too!" *** Spike stumbled up the stairs, a hot Slayer in his arms, mouth fused to his. He kicked open the first door on his right. An ardent couple writhed on the bed. "Out!" he growled at them, revealing demonic features. "Now!" The couple screamed and ran. Spike kicked the door closed and made way to the bed, breaking the bedside lamp in the process and shrouding them in darkness. "Spike," Buffy whispered as he tore at the fabric of her shirt. "Slayer," he growled. "Now," she pleaded, on her back, legs dangling off the bed. "I need you now." Her pants were peeled away, his shirt was off, now his jeans couldn't be unbuttoned fast enough. Taking hold of his cock as he stood at the edge of the bed, he panted, "You got me." Buffy spread her legs and guided his hips forward. Spike nudged against her opening. Tight resistance threatened to push him out, but her welling slickness kept inviting him in. Finally, he forced it home and was sheathed in her. "Yes," they elated together, eyes tearing. Vampire and Slayer, mortal enemies, perfect match. |