A/N: Because Spike and Vicious are good together, dammit.

"Dares of Devils and Dragons"

There they stood, dragon and devil. He flowed like water over the ground, circling the devil in cautious movement. The devil turned, watching him, eyes smoldering.

"Come on, Spike," murmured the devil. "I dare you."

The dragon just smiled. "Oh no, Vicious," he countered smoothly. "I think I'd rather dare you."

The devil's eyes lept aflame, but he stayed still; his hair glowed a strange bone-white in the dusk of the alley. He bared his teeth, tongue pressing against his incisors, and hissed.

The dragon sauntered forwards, eyes glittering. He stopped a half-foot in front of the devil, a grin on his face. He put his hands in his pockets and his lanky body assumed its normal slouch.

"You have to flow like water," he whispered.

"And you have to move," said the other, voice rising, "like *flame*!" He shoved the dragon against the wall. The skin of his arms was cool under the devil's hands, smooth and lightly slick with sweat. Their faces were mere inches apart, noses almost touching.

"I dare you," the devil said again. "I dare you."

"Dare me what? To kill you? Or maybe -" his hand wandered down the line of the devil's jaw - "to do this?" He leaned in and pressed his lips against the others, a languid touch of flesh. He pulled back slowly, grinning.

"Water will always quench fire."

"Not if the fire is stronger."

The dragon leaned in and kissed him again, parting his lips. The devil flicked his tongue into the dragon's mouth, and the dragon smiled. His fingers came to rest in white hair as he was pushed harder against the wall, as a hot hand ghosted under his shirt and over his skin.

"We'll see who wins," he said.

The devil laughed, a short sharp chuckle that rippled through the dragon's mind. "Oh, yes, we will see."