Disclaimer: In an alternate universe, Spike and I are lovers. However, due to a spell cast by a demon, I have been sent to this dimension where he doesn't belong to me. As a matter of fact, he doesn't even know I exist!

AN: Please, please, please review!!! Anything besides flames are welcome!

Previously: Spike stays over at Buffy's house, and we all know how hard it would be to keep Spike in your house and not jump him. Buffy is no exception. :D

Truth or Dare

Chapter Nine: Boyfriends

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"I thought you didn't need to eat." Buffy commented as Spike shoveled handfuls of Raisin Bran into his mouth.

The morning sun was blocked by the shades drawn over the kitchen windows. No direct sunlight, only the filtered light that played against Spike's skin without burning him.

The oh-so-visible skin, seeing as he was only wearing a pair off black jeans that hung low on his hips. His bleached hair, normally gelled back, was still tousled from last night. Strong, finely toned muscles flexed as he hunted through the box of cereal.

"Don't need t' eat." Spike said through mouthfuls of breakfast food. "Doesn't mean I don't like to."

"Fair enough." She agreed, stealing the box from him and eating some herself.

"I've got a question." Spike said after they had thoroughly cleaned the box of its contents.

"Mmmmm." Buffy was to busy playing with Spike's leg to say anything else.

"Last night you said somethin' about it bein' 'the best thing ever', and I can't help bein' curious . . ."

"You want to know if you gave me the best sex I ever had?"

"Well, yeah."

Men. They really were all alike in some ways.

"I don't know if I can answer that now." Buffy said, sliding onto Spike's lap and hooking her legs around his waist. "You'll just have to show me again tonight."

Spike chuckled, fondly running a hand through her golden waves of hair and placing a soft kiss on her lips. "That's my slayer."

She rested her head on his shoulder, and they sat in comfortable silence. Silence that only lasted until the doorbell rang.

"Who would be coming over this early in the morning?" Buffy asked, exasperated.

"It's after 12:30." Spike reminded her.

"Oh." Buffy reluctantly slid off Spike's lap. "I guess I'd better get it . . . would you mind staying in here? I don't know how'd I'd explain a half-naked vampire in my kitchen."

"Sure, pet." Spike agreed reluctantly. Eventually she would have to tell her friends about him-they couldn't stay secret forever. But she needed time, and although patience was not one of Spike's best traits, he would give her that.

The door opened, and Spike instantly turned his vampiric hearing towards the conversation in the next room.

"Riley?" Buffy asked, surprise obvious in her voice.

Riley. Spike gripped the edge of the counter. While he could give Buffy time before she told her friends, he would not, not be able to stay sane if she dated another guy.

"Sorry about the surprise visit." Riley told the blond slayer. 'MY slayer.' Spike thought viciously. "But I couldn't find you at the dorm, and the number for you mom's house didn't seem to be working."

'Maybe because I left it off the hook so I wouldn't be interrupted!' Buffy thought with annoyance.

"Don't worry about it." She said aloud.

"I know this must be kind of bad time."

'Well, the wanker's got some sense after all.' Spike thought, pacing up and down the kitchen angrily.

"But I really want to tell you I had a great time on our date the other night." Riley continued.

"Yeah me too." Buffy said. God, she could practically feel Spike pacing around the kitchen.

"So I was just wondering if maybe you wanted to go out again, you know, tonight or tomorrow night." Riley asked nervously.

"Um . . ." Buffy said, biting her lip.

Spike stopped pacing and listened intently.

"I don't know how to put this." Buffy said fumbling for words. "But I kind of already have a boyfriend."

Riley looked at her in confusion. "But you said you were single . . ."

"We were sort of on hold when I told you that. But we made up, and now we're together again."

"Oh."

"I'm sorry, Riley. I really like you, it's just that I'm what you would call taken."

"Hey, it's okay." He said, face saying anything but that. "I guess I'll be going then." Riley hurriedly left the house.

Buffy walked back into the kitchen, meeting a very happy vampire.

"That was one interestin' lie." He told her approvingly. "Where'd you come up with that?"

"Well, it was either that or, 'I used to like you, but then I hooked up with my dead arch-nemesis, we had mind-blowing sex, and you're just not that appealing anymore.'"

Spike laughed. "I don't see anythin' wrong with the latter."

"That's because you're evil."

"I'm the Big Bad." Spike agreed, peppering kisses all over Buffy's face.

"I feel kind of bad for him though." Buffy said.

"Don't." Spike told her. "He didn't deserve you."

"But you do?"

"You seem to think so." He said, cocky smirk intact.

Buffy swatted him playfully.

"So, when'd I get this new 'boyfriend' status?" Spike asked.

Buffy pretended to think about it. "Somewhere between the dancing and the sex."

Spike laughed again, normally still chest moving with the vibrancy of life.

"Is this the part where you run away because of your fear of commitment?" Buffy asked, only half-joking.

"'Course not, luv. This is the part where I get to act like a real boyfriend and take you out on a date."

"You mean like to the movies?"

"If that's what you want."

Buffy couldn't help laughing at that. "It just seem so weird."

"Why?"

"I don't know . . . you're a vampire, I'm the slayer, it seems really out of place for us to go to the movies; be surrounded by normal couples."

"We'll never be normal." Spike said, drawing her into his arms. "But we can pretend."

"Alright." Buffy agreed. "But I get to pick which movie."

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