Male Bonding
by Scorpio
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~You have reached the Summers' residence. No one is available to take your call right now, but if you leave a name and number, someone will get back to you shortly.~
"Bloody Hell, Slayer. One would *think* that you could come up with *something* that had a little more personality than *that* sorry excuse for a prerecorded message. I don't know, something that mentions; blood, demon guts, or decapitated heads... or *something*. I'm very disappointed, luv.
Any road, I'm just calling you so that you don't tear apart Sunnyrot looking for the puppy-boy. Although, if you fancy tearing apart the Hellmouth for *another* reason, be my bloody guest. Worthless town that it is...
Don't worry about your barmy mascot though, I drugged him and kidnapped him so that I could cheer him up. That ex-demon bint really messed with his head and his heart when she tossed the engagement ring he bought her back in his face. I've been there myself, so I know how the bleedin' idiot feels.
I'm just taking him out and about so that we can loosen up, relax and maybe get into a spot of violence. Cheers *me* right up, should work on droopy-pants too. If you need us, we'll be found at...
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"Slayer! Your great bloody machine Cut! Me! Off! That was *rude*, luv... Just for that, I'm not telling you where I've taken the glorified bricklayer for his vacation. No, we're just gonna enjoy a few nights, bird-free, for some good old fashioned male-bonding.
Oh, and tell Anya that if she discovers that there's a whole chunk of change missing from the store's cash-register, not to worry. I know right where it is."
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~This is Tara and Willow's place. We're not here, but if you think at us *real* hard, we'll know it and call you right back.~
"Wills? You there, Wills? Tara? Girls! If you're there, then *please* pick up! It's me, Xander! Come on, you *have* to be there, I need you. I think Spike has lost what little mind he had. I don't know, maybe the chip has leaked battery acid into his brain or something. But he's been babbling on about male-bondage. Wills, I don't *do* male-bondage!
Look, you've *got* to come get me, we're at some cheep-ass motel along the side of Route... Gah!!!! Spike!!!!!! I thought you were a-asleep!"
::bang - clank - thud::
"Hello? Red? This is Spike. Don't mind the chocolate addict. I think the sleeping pills that I slipped him wore off and now he's a bit confused. Everything's good. Like puppies and candy... like Christmas and all that rot.
Gotta go now, pets. Ta."
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"Um... Buffy? Look, uh... oh, it's Angel, but I guess you know that already, huh? Um... well, I don't mean to bother you or anything, it's just that Spike and Harris showed up tonight going on and on about how you had sent them on some top-secret dangerous mission to help stop some super-bad demon that was trying to take over. They said that the only thing that would stop this demon was... uh, er... hairgel.
*My* hairgel.
I wouldn't give them any since they both smelled like the inside of a beer vat and they were both all wobbly and giggling. Well, when Spike wasn't growling and calling me a bloody wanker, at least. Plus, Harris told Cordelia that Spike had kidnapped him and forced him to drink a case of beer with him so that they could try and understand the inner workings of the female mind. Or something. Neither of us could really understand either of them, so it's anyone's guess as to what they were trying to tell us.
Anyway, after I told them that I would *not* hand over my hairgel, they left. Then I got to thinking... um, did you *really* need hairgel to stop a demon? If you *do*, then... well, I'll... I'll go out and *buy* you some. What particular brand did you need?"
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~This is Tara and Willow's place. We're not here, but if you think at us *real* hard, we'll know it and call you right back.~
"Hey Wills! This is me and I'm just calling to say that I'm having a ::hic:: blast in the big demony city!"
"Strange as angels. Dancing in the deepest oceans. Twisting in the water. You're just like a dream."
"Ssspike! Sssshhhh! Talking here.
Sorry Wills. We went to this ::hic:: demon karaoke bar and this green guy with bright red eyes pinched me on the ass and called me a cutie. I think I've ::hic:: been traumatized by the experience, but I'm not sure. It's pretty drunk out tonight, so we'll have to ::hic:: wait for a sober front to roll in off of the coast to be able to tell for sure."
"Daylight licked me into shape. I must have been asleep for days and moving lips to breathe her name."
"You'll *never* guess that ::hic:: Spike went up on stage and sang! Um... okay, you don't have to guess, since I just sort of ::hic:: told you, but you should have seen it. I was *so* sure that he was just going to prove what as asswipe he is to the whole room, but he surprised me ::hic:: by not embarrassing himself in public."
"I opened up my eyes and found myself alone. Alone above a raging sea. That stole the only girl I loved and drowned her deep inside of me."
"The bleached menace is *still* singing. Some old ::hic:: song or something. Said it makes him think of Dru. I was impressed actually, ::hic:: he's really pretty good at that. Singing, I mean. Nice voice. ::hic:: Cool accent.
Wills? Why do the demons I hang out with always have more ::hic:: coolness than me? Is it like some sort of cosmic joke, or ::hic:: something? 'Cause, um... not laughing here."
"You. Soft and only. You. Lost and lonely. You."
"Look, I'm gonna have ::hic:: to go. The street is spinning and it's also beginning to tilt to the left a bit. If we don't find somewhere that's ::hic:: inside before we pass out, I'm gonna wake up to find my ride has turned to dust in the wind. Hey! ::hic:: Spike shoulda sang *that* song, ::hic:: ya think?"
"Just like heaven."
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"Guys! Ahn! Wills! Buffy! Anyone, pick *up*... oh god *please* pick up! Hurryhurryhurry! ... okay, guess you're not in, but if you *are*, what's a tall thinnish demon with glowy green eyes and sort of marbleized skin with greenish veins that has two tails? And uh... how do Spike and I kill *it*, before it kills *us*?
Wills! Ahn! Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhhh-shiiiiiit!"
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"Bloody Hell Slayer. You're gonna *have* to teach the moron how and *when* to duck. How that blighter survived on the Hellmouth for so bloody long, I'll never know. You're precious white-knight tried to break a Clonthor Demon's fist with his bleedin' ribs. Stupid boy.
Any road, I taped his chest up nice and tight. He's turned a splendid rainbow of colors already. Got lovely skin, the puppy-boy does. Bruises up really pretty-like. Made me want to drain him dry... bloody chip.
Told him that he should stick with the construction work though. He may be dumber than your average minion, but he's filled out nicely with all that lifting and straining. That ex-demon bint is a bleedin' fool to toss him aside like she did.
Well, I'm gonna ring off now. I'm hungry."
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~This is Tara and Willow's place. We're not here, but if you think at us *real* hard, we'll know it and call you right back.~
"Wills? I think Spike's finally lost it. I mean that. The chip has officially fried his gray matter. I'm talking, he's *way* beyond the craziest crazy undead person I've ever met and I've met more than my fair share of the talking dead, ya know?
Why is Spike crazy, you ask? I'm glad you asked, Wills. He *kissed* me! Spike! On *my* lips! With *his* lips! Spike lips! Gah!
I know what you're thinking. Xander Harris, demon magnate extrodinare. But it's not my fault. Honest!
Spike took me out to another club. This one was a human one, thank god for small favors. Apparently, this band performed old Sex Pistol's tunes and Spike wanted to go to their show. Fine, right?
Um... on a side note, have you ever seen a Mosh Pit? One word. Avoidance. Avoidance is definitely the key to dealing with a Mosh Pit successfully. Especially with cracked ribs.
But that's beside the point. I guess all those stupid loud screeching songs got to Spike more than he thought they would, cause he yanked me *out* of the Mosh Pit of Doom and I was about to thank him for that when he *kissed* me. On the *mouth*.
I have no idea what to do. How to handle this. I mean... don't tell anyone, but I think I liked it. A little. A *very* little. Wills... um... what should I..."
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~This is Tara and Willow's place. We're not here, but if you think at us *real* hard, we'll know it and call you right back.~
"Hey Willow. It's Oz. I... I don't want to bother you and Tara or anything. That's not why I called.
I just thought that I should give you a heads up. I... ah... saw Xander and some vampire at a club the other night. A uh... *guy* vampire. With blonde hair. They were pushed up into a darkened corner and um... well, it looked like they were enjoying a pretty intense make-out session. I didn't stake the vampire because I thought you might want to try a... uh... spell or something first.
Anyway, call me if you want him staked. I'll hunt them down for you and do it myself. Bye."
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"Slayer. Just wanted to let you in on our plan. You see, Xander was getting all worried about you and I proposed a bloody brilliant idea, if I do say so myself.
So, we're gonna be catching the next flight out across the pond so's we can track down Rupert and beat some bloody sense into his pointy little head until he sees reason. Then we're gonna drag his sorry arse *back* to the States and make him get back to bloody work as your Watcher.
Barmy git. Shouldn't have run off like that. Don't worry, luv, me and droopy-pants will fix this mess."
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"Buffy? It's me, Angel. Look, we don't have a lot of time. Cordelia had another vision. Spike and Harris were in it and they are in danger. Drusilla is looking for them and she has some other type of creature with her. I'm not sure what yet, we're still researching that.
Has my childe returned to Sunnydale yet? Did Harris?
Call me as soon as you can. Okay?"
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~This is Tara and Willow's place. We're not here, but if you think at us *real* hard, we'll know it and call you right back.~
"Hey Wills. It's me, Xan. Just wanted to let you know that Spike and I made it safely to England. Haven't found the G-man yet, but that's okay. We found Drusilla instead.
You'll never guess what's been up with her, lately. Apparently, she dumped that Chaos Demon and is now hooked up with a G'thronian Dark Farie. They are like vamps in that they have two faces. One that's human looking and one that is demon looking. They are also strong in the dark arts.
So, Dru's new love-bunny cast this wicked cool spell on Spike. You'll never guess, but it removed his chip from his skull. I gotta admit. I was scared and angry about the whole thing. Right up until Spike killed me. I sorta got over the whole chip-ectomy once I woke up and had a good meal. Nothing like a tummy full of warm human blood to make a demon see the bright side of unlife, ya know?
Don't worry, Wills. I was wrong all those days ago when I called you up all panicked. I *like* this male-bondage stuff. Well, gotta go now. People to eat and Sires to fuck. You understand."
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"Anya? Hello, it's Rupert Giles here. I was just calling to let you know that I was able to set up a delivery of Mongolia Meditation Medallions to the Magic Box. You should be receiving them in about two weeks. If there is any..."
*bing-bong*
"Oh, bloody hell. Someone's at the door. Hold... hold on while I go see who it is. Bloody bad timing, I tell you."
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"Anya. I... I have to go now. I'll contact you tomorrow and we'll talk in... in person, so to speak. It's... It's Xander and Spike, of all people. Why didn't anyone *tell* me that they were coming to England for a... a visit.
Any road. I'll talk to you... Ahhh! What the bloody hell!! Xander! Stop it... oh my god! You're a *vampire*!......."
::bang - thump - crash::
"Hello, pet. Spike here. Sorry, but Rupert can't talk to you right now. My boy is currently explaining to old Rupe about how he and the other's felt about being abandoned by their father-figure. Although... my dark childe has a *new* daddy, now don't he?"
::bang - crunch - slam::
"Well, gotta go now. Gonna take Xan here on a tour of the world. Not sure how long it will take to see all of the sights, but don't worry. We'll pop back into Sunnyhell *someday*. Let my boy visit his old stomping ground. Kill his family and friends. You know, the usual.
Ta, pet."
___five years later___
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~You have reached the Summers' residence. No one is available to take your call right now, but if you leave a name and number, someone will get back to you shortly.~
"Bloody *Hell* Slayer. You *still* have that bleedin' stupid recording on your machine? I should kill you just for that alone."
::thud - thump::
"Beautiful, luv... just beautiful. She's never looked better."
"Oi, Slayer! You should see what my Xander just did to Red. You'd be so proud... well, okay, maybe *you* wouldn't be proud, but I sure as bloody hell am. He does lovely work, that boy does. Lovely work.
But don't worry or feel left out, pet. You're next on our hit list."
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THE END.
