This is my first story, so please no flames. It is a very short oneshot crossover between Buffy The Vampire Slayer and The Mortal Instruments. It has Spike from Buffy and Magnus from The Mortal Instruments. Contains no spoilers, and nothing inappropriate. Review and be sure to enjoy!
Spike sat in his crypt, unsure of himself. He had been so attracted to Buffy, but recently he'd been feeling a little bicurious. He had been thinking and realized that he didn't like women at all anymore, but men. He decided to go to the Bronze, and drink until he passed out, or something of the sort. He arrived, grabbed a beer and walked up to the balcony. As he listened to the lead singer of the band croon about lost love and how hard life could be, he gazed across the room. He wasn't particularly interested until he saw someone he had never seen before sitting at a table alone, with a fruity drink. As he eyed him more closely, he saw how intriguing his appearance was. He had straightened black hair that went past his eye, with multicolored tips and streaks. His eyes were an intricate mixture of amber and green and his pupils looked like a cat's. He had a layer of jet black eyeliner on his upper lid and a black smoky eye above that. He also had a bunch of eye glitter beneath his eye, in the shape of a tear. He was wearing a black ribbed tank top that was very tight, and showed off the contours of his chest. He has also donned a pair of metallic silver skin-tight jeans that looked as if they had been spray-painted onto his legs. He wore a pair of black Converse high-tops that went to just below his knee. He gazed at the singer and sipped his drink. Spike was very attracted to him, and walked over to sit at his table.
"Hello," he said, "you new here?"
The boy replied, "Yes I am, I am here to investigate demonic activity. I'm Magnus by the way, Magnus Bane," he offered out his hand.
Spike shook it and replied, "Spike. By the smell of it, I take it you're a warlock?"
"Why yes, you smell like a vampire, but never before have I met a Creature of the Night who was so," he paused and his cat eyes met Spike's, "charismatic."
"Well, I'm flattered but I am a vampire, really not that to be around might I add, don't know where you got the charismatic thing."
"Maybe, it's your accent; it's cute. You look sad though, what's wrong?"
"Wish I could tell you, love. I've just been doing a little soul-searching."
"And what have you found?" Magnus asked playfully.
"Just some discoveries," Spike said, playing coy.
"Oh, I get it. You're pregnant," Magnus said, flashing the British vampire a smile.
"Well, you got me," he chuckled, "No, I've just realized why I'm so unsuccessful with women."
"And why is that?"
"I think you can guess."
"I think I can, too. Well, I'll have you know, I play for your team."
Spike smiled, "Really? Do you? Well, big games coming up, think we should practice, don't you love?"
"Believe me, I do, I've been a little rusty and need to improve my a-game," said Magnus leaning in for a kiss.
"I can help with that," Spike replied, leaning in too.
Well that was my first story, I hope you liked and be sure to review. Be honest.