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You've Got Spike	By : mshelly Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 3235 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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"Whoa. Okay. I'm dizzy. Anyone else dizzy?"

"Nope. How about you, Spike?" Anya grabbed one of Xander's arms and placed it around her shoulders. "Are you dizzy? Or do you feel like me?"

Spike moved closer and placed Xander's other arm across his shoulders. "Donno, pet. How d'ya feel?"

"Like going again!"

"Oo, yeah, pet. One more time."

Xander stopped. "No. Nada. Uh-ah. Not gonna happen."

They dropped his arms and he swayed. "No!" Xander wrapped his arms around Spike and Anya's necks, pulling them close. "It's time for Xander to get stuff. That was the deal." He pointed towards the games section. "Looky. Big fuzzy things. For to be won. To be won for me."

"Just one more time?" Anya pleaded.

"Is that the zipper? It's brilliant, Xander! Anya?"

"Oh, yes, Xander." Anya smiled up at Xander, pleading. "A zipper tab shaped cage and you get to spin and go upside down many, many times!"

Xander jerked their necks. "Taz." He pointed again. "Yonder."

"Ow!"

"Careful, pet."

"Ahn?"

"Yes, Xander?"

"Go get me more cotton candy and a soda, please. Spike and I'll be at the booth with the big giant Taz."

"Fine." She ducked under Xander's arm and turned towards the concession stand. "Big baby. Spike? Want something?"

"Yeah, pet. Large blood for me."

"Cherry coke?"

"Don't be disgusting, pet. Get me a Pepsi. If no Pepsi, I want a lemonade." Spike looked at Xander. "Well, pet? Shall we?"

Xander grinned, still feeling woozy. "We shall. I'm guessing with your whole vampire thing you can win lots of stuff."

"Yes. That's what how we vamps made our mark upon the world; winning carnival games."

"See? And I thought it was the blood-sucking and killing stuff."

"Only our sideline, pet."

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Spike tossed the soft ball in the air, catching it while looking at Xander. "You know these are all rigged, don't you? The bottles are weighted."

"No, no, my friend! It's a fair game, here! Ya get three balls for a dollar and three chances to win a prize! Knock the bottles down and you win a prize. It's *that* easy. Knock down three stacks in a row and win a bigger prize! Just throw, knock 'em down and win!" The carni told Spike. "Look, I'm gonna show you something." The carni reached down and pulled up a bottle. He tossed it to Spike. "Feel that? Does that feel weighted to you?"

Spike hefted it. "No. No it doesn't. Xander?"

Xander took the bottle and tossed it in the air. "Feels fine. Not heavy at all."

The carni took the bottle back. "Now, see? I'm not trying to cheat ya, folks. It's all good fun." He took the bottle back. "So, come on and toss 'em."

"You two do realize that the bottle he gave you is *not* one of the bottles you have to knock down, right?" Anya interrupted them.

"Huh?" Xander jumped. "What? Of course we do! What are we? *Stupid*?"

"Not stupid in the classical sense. Gullible is the word I would have chosen."

Spike snatched his lemonade and took a sip. "We were just waiting for you, pet."

"Uh huh."

The carni coughed. "Come on, guy. Toss 'em and win yer," He gave Spike, Anya and Xander a look over, spit, took a drink from his Jack Daniels filled can of coke, a hit from his cigarette, exhaled and continued, "Cute couple a prize."

"Well. If it's just that easy." Spike let rip and knocked the bottles down.

The carni spit again and reached for a little fuzzy snake. "Good throw. Here ya go."

"That's very nice, guy, but you keep that. I want to keep going."

"Well, my momma always told me not to tempt fate, but. . .if you must."

"He has two more balls, yes?" Anya asked the man. "And I'm not happy with your little fuzzy worm."

Xander was looking up at the big *big* prizes hanging from the roof of the shanty. "I think I want that Taz. I'm fond of Taz. I mentioned that, didn't I?"

Spike knocked the rest of the bottles over. And then the next set. Paid three more dollars and knocked three more sets down. The carni pulled down a Taz and handed it over as a small crowd began to gather. "Here. Take it and go, would ya?" He hissed close to Spike's ear.

Spike gave the oversized plush toy to Xander. "Well. I would if I could, but that's just for me lad. What of me girl?" Spike asked, tossing a ball in the air. "She'll feel left out if I don't win something for her." Spike turned to look at Anya. "What prize do you fancy, luv?"

"Well, they have Sylvester the cat. He's very clever. And he makes great use of the heavy cast iron frying pans even though cats wouldn't be able to lift them. I enjoy that. But that giant St. Bernard dog is adorable. Look, he's got a barrel on his collar. Win me that, Spike!"

Spike nodded, as if he understood; he didn’t. "Well, then. I've got to win the dog for my girl, don't I?" Spike grinned at the carni, while tossing and catching the ball one handed.

"Knock 'em down, and then go away? Deal?"

"I get the dog?"

"Yes!" The carni spit for emphasis.

"Okay." Spike threw the ball, knocking the bottles down and punching a hole through the tarp in the back of the tent.

"Hell, would you just look at that? Don't know me own strength sometimes."

The carni gave him the evil eye and snatched down the giant dog, thrusting it into his hands. Spike promptly gave it over to Anya, who clapped around the dog.

"Yay, Spike! He's our hero, yes, Xander?"

Xander looked away from his Taz to wrap an arm around Spike's shoulders and leaned down to place a smacking kiss on Spike's cheek. "Yep. My hero!" He batted his eyelashes before turning to look the carni in the eye. "Now! 'Nuff with the girly-stuff. I gotta win my boy a pretty prize."

The carni snatched down a Sylvester and pushed it into Xander's hands. "Just go away and don't come back!"

Xander smiled, took the prize and led his couple away. He gave the cat to Spike. "Good thing for him. He'd have won all my money. Those bottles weigh a ton and my aim is a bit off lately."

"I'm sure you could have knocked something down, Xander. Or maybe you could have hit the dirty man in the head." Anya rubbed her dog against her cheek. "That would have been funny."

"Not true, pet. You throw fine. You've got good aim. Why, didn't you hit my head from across the kitchen, just the other morning? You remember? When I dumped a platter of delicious blueberry pancakes in your lap? Tossed a handful right at my head, didn't you?"

"That was funny, too."

Xander placed his arms around his 'couple's' shoulders and hugged them. "You guys are so cute. Really. I got the cutest couple *ever*"

"Are you mocking our love, Xander?" This was hissed at him.

"No, of course not!"

Taps began to play. Tinny, but Taps all the same.

Xander looked over his shoulder, Anya looked all around for the funeral procession and Spike reached for his pager.

He grinned at the other two, holding out his pager. "It's me. Innit cute? Taps." He read his message. "Well, my pets, looks like Spike is needed." He glanced up to smile at them. "Patty is letting me know we'll have a money maker in an hour." He pocketed his pager and grabbed the rest of Xander's cotton candy, taking a bite. "Shall we go? Someone wants Spike."

tbc.
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