Word Count: 331
Written for btvsats_love
Summary: Spike and Xander are on a stakeout at a rich vampire’s death day party.
“The punch is as thick as molasses,” Xander muttered to Spike as he moved the large ladle back and forth between the middle of the deep bowl. He watched the red liquid slosh the sides of the crystal bowl and leave behind a dark, thick stain.
“Gross,” he said as he let go of the ladle causing a bit of the punch to splash on his hand.
“Ewwww,” He exclaimed as he quickly wiped the punch off on Spike’s shirt. He ignored the “Oye!” of protest from the vampire as he stared at his hand as if it was about to grow its own head.
“Did anyone ever tell you it’s not polite to play with your food, pet?” Spike asked as he smoothed down his shirt, making sure Xander hadn’t ruined his appearance.
“Don’t remind me,” Xander said as he glanced back at the punch and gave it a dirty look. He noticed Spike’s hand reaching out for a crystal wine glass and slapped it away.
“What the…Aw, come on pet?”
Xander shook his head and wiggled his finger in the vamp’s face, “Don’t even think about it!”
Spike growled at the human but dropped his hand and grabbed a smoke from his jacket instead.
“You know, the lest you could do is offer me some refreshments on this little stakeout.”
Xander shook his head, “Nope, not letting you feast on the blood of the innocent, Spike, even if it comes in a pretty package.”
Spike moved closer and sniffed the back of his neck, “Not what you said last night, pet.”
Xander slapped him away as his face colored a deep, dark red, “That’s different.” He hissed as he brushed the tiny scar on his neck.
“Hmm,” Spike whispered in his ear, “I guess the only pretty package I get to feast on is you, eh pet?”
Xander placed his hands on his hips and turned around so he was face to face with Spike.
“Damn right I am!”