Chapter 8

"What you smiling at?" Doyle asked as Spike walked in the Bronze, late.

"Nothing." Spike sat down dreamily.

"You got laid didn't you?" Xander asked coming from behind the bar.

"Spikey got laid." Everyone chanted.

"Okay, yeah I did. But it was more than sex."

"It was Buffy wasn't it?" Oz asked.

Spike didn't say a word but only nodded.

Everyone burst into song and laughter, this annoyed Spike so much he slammed his fists on the table. The other three jumped and looked at him. His face was serious, until he broke into a smirk and the others smirked back.

"So, what was she like?" Oz asked, surprising everyone including himself, Oz wasn't normally like that.

"You know what? You need to get laid Oz. what's wrong with that Willow chick?" Xander asked taking a beer and inserting some money into the cash register.

"She's not my type."

"Is any girl your type?" Asked Spike.

"It's not that she's not my type, it's." Oz struggled.

"Just tell us man." Doyle said in his thick irish accent.

"Girls don't attract me, I think I'm gay." Oz said stuttering.

Xander put down his beer and looked bewildered.

Oz picked up his jacket and was ready to leave. "Where you going?" Spike asked stopping his friend.

"Your all freaked out."

"We're not." Spike assured him.

"I am." Xander said picking up his beer again. Oz turned to leave again but was stopped by Spike.

"Ignore him, its okay. Sure does answer for a lot."

"Yeah, ignore me Oz man. It's okay. There's nothing wrong with gaaaaa… you know."

"Gays?" Doyle asked.

"Yeah."

"Why can't you say it then?" Oz asked folding his arms across his chest.

"Gays. There I said it." Xander held up his hands in mock surrender.

"Oz mate, it will take some time for everyone to get used to it. But it's okay. Honest. Don't worry about it. And hey, if anyone says anything, just tell uncle Spikey and he'll nock 'em out. Okay?" Oz had to laugh. He was pretty relived that his friends could understand. It's not his fault it was the way he felt after all, is it?

Spike held Buffy close in his arms. "Buffy, are you awake?" he asked stroking her hair.

"Yeah." She whispered back. Spike sat up and stretched.

"You okay?" Buffy asked and began to rub his shoulders. He nodded. Suddenly Spike's phone rang. He picked it up and read the name on the front. It was Oz.

"Sup mate?" Spike didn't say anything for the rest of the phone call only rubbed his face and occasionally yawned.

"Okay, I'll be right there." Spike hung up and looked at Buffy with disappointment.

"I have to go; the shop has been broken into. I'm sorry pet." He kissed the top of her head, pulled on his pants and headed for the door. "You can stay here if you like, I won't be long."

"No, it's okay. I'll get dressed. Just give me a minute and I'll be gone." Buffy went off to find her clothes.