Title: The Last Halloween Bash

Author: Misha
Rating: R for heterosexual and homosexual content
Fandom: Angel the Series

Spoilers: Buffy Season 7, Angel 4.22 “Home”

Pairing: Spike/Connor

Summary: Connor tells a Halloween story
Length: 800 words
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, etc. own the universe and characters. I’m just playing with them.
Author’s Note: For “Green Day.” All praise and love the Green!

Feedback: Relished at mishamcm@livejournal.com

Copyright (c) October 2003 Misha

Connor settled back on the futon, Tracy curled up on his shoulder, Mark finishing off another slice of pumpkin pie. The three jack-o-lanterns watched.

“I’m stuffed.”

Mark chuckled. “First time I’ve heard you say that.”

“Funny.”

Tracy traced circles on his chest. “So, are you going to tell a scary story now?”

“Hey, it’s Halloween. It’s mandatory.”

Mark put aside his empty plate. “Then spin away, roomie.”

“Okay, here we go. This happened last year around Halloween. We’d done well on midterms, so my friend Carla and I decided to go on a little road trip to celebrate. So where do a pair of high school seniors from the Valley go for a Halloween party?”

“Get out! You were at the Last Sunnydale Halloween Bash? I would’ve killed to be there.”

“We were there, man. It was awesome. Bonfire like you wouldn’t believe. Lots of people in costumes.” He gave Tracy a grin. “Hot babes in very scanty costumes.”

“Go ahead, try to make me jealous. Won’t work. You’re all mine now.”

“Yeah, my glory days are over.”

She thwapped his chest. “Go on, tell us your tale of debauchery.”

“Okay, so we knew we weren’t driving that night, so Carla and I were pretty free with the liquor. Can’t quite remember how we hooked up, but we were hanging out with THE two hottest people you’ve ever seen.”

Mark snickered. “Not counting you, of course.”

Connor tossed a pillow at him.

“This girl was, like, five foot eleven, with the kind of curves they have to airbrush in for the magazines. Dressed in this Vampirella get up. So of course I was practically drooling.”

“I’ll bet you were, stud,” Tracy said. “So tell me about the hot guy.”

“Okay, he’s got bleached blond hair, cheekbones like you wouldn’t believe, quirky smile. A scar on his eyebrow. He’s wearing a midnight blue T-shirt and black jeans. Tight. Nice muscles. Nice package.”

“Better watch out, Tracy. You’ve got a wild bi boy, you know.”

“I know. So long as he shares.”

“Very funny. Yeah, he was hot. Even Carla would admit it, and she’s gayer than Brian on Queer As Folk. So I already know I’m going to be sharing Vampirella with Carla and Billy Idol, but I’m thinking maybe he might give me action, too.”

“Go Stud!”

“Yeah, so we end up in this park under a tree, and all three of us start making out with Vampirella. I’m like sucking her breast, and Carla is kind of tangled up between her legs, and Billy Idol is kissing her neck. And suddenly he starts biting her, and he looks up, and his face is all weird, and his eyes are like yellow, and there’s blood all over his mouth.”

“No way! Tell me you weren’t scared shitless.”

“Oh, I would’ve been if I hadn’t been so drunk. I don’t know how he did it, but he kind of shook his head and the mask came off, and we were like applauding the stunt. And Vampirella is loving it all, and she grabs Carla’s hair and shoves her face into her crotch. And Billy, being less drunk than I am, is like moving so fast I practically can’t see him. Suddenly he’s behind me, whispering in my ear that we should give the girls a little room. And before I know it my back is against the tree, and he’s undoing my pants while he’s kissing me. And it tastes like real blood, the stuff on his lips, and his tongue, I can’t even describe what exactly he was doing, but he was damn good at it. And my pants are open, and he’s pumping my cock, and I’ve got no idea how long it went on but I came like crazy, and just then he slips on the mask and lunges at my neck, and you know I think he really bit me. It felt like it, but by the time I was sober next morning there wasn’t a mark, so he must have just faked it.”

“Hey, don’t skip ahead.”

“Right, so he lunges at my neck, and suddenly he stops and pulls back, and kind of cocks his head to one side and looks at me, eyes kind of narrowed, and he’s licking his lips, and I swear it was like he was thinking my blood tasted familiar or something. And in a flash he’s gone.”

“You are so full of shit.”

“My boyfriend is the biggest bullshit artist in the world.”

Connor grinned. “Now would I lie about a thing like that?”