The Divine Plaything II

Title: The Divine Plaything Part II
Author/pseudonym: Nytshaed
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer and OC.
Rating: Rated NC-17 for Sex: homosexual, language and violence. No part may be reposted, published or reproduced without written explicit permission of the author.
Status: Incomplete. Work in progress
Archive: On Chaoticworks.com only. No part may be reposted, published or reproduced without written explicit permission of the author.
E-mail address for feedback: nytshaed@ix.netcom.com
Series/Sequel: Part Two in the Divine Plaything Series.
Other websites: http://www.chaoticworks.com/fiction/
Disclaimer: AJ belongs to Chaoticworks, Inc, and Spike belongs to the Buffy folk. While *I* don't believe that Kindred can have sexual relations, Spike apparently does, so this breaks with MY Kindred canon.
Notes:
Summary: Spike seeks out that odd victim once again.
Warnings: None

Hollywood - Late one night

It was late in the week, too early for the weekend crowd to be haunting the clubs in LA, but not for the regular night crawlers and nightwalkers. Spike sat alone at a dark corner table, this time it was the Troubadour, legendary bar of musical renown in three decades. With cold, bored eyes he watched the wannabes, has-beens and almost-famous mingle about. He lifted his cold dark ale to his colder lips and drank slowly. He had fed hours ago, so hunger was not an issue now. The blood bags in here were perfectly safe from him this evening, but not so from other types of predators that might be about.

Spike sniffed absently, as a particularly pungent perfume filled his nose even though he had not been breathing and was threatening to make him sneeze.

"Bloody peacocks," he muttered, imagining a slow painful death for the lot of them. After several more minutes, he sniffed again. The eau de toilet was gone, but now there was another scent. As soon as this one wafted across his olfactories, his head came up and his eyes searched the darkness. This time he knew the face to look for, the shape of the body, the taste of the blood.

"AJ..." he purred as his lips curled into a snug catlike grin. Slowly, his tongue slipped forth and licked at his lips. Right now the taste of barley and hops was there, but very soon... With a swish of his black trench he lost himself in the crowd and began the second hunt of the evening.

Easy laughter rang out at the table that had been set aside in the loft of the club. From this position, the stage below and and the swimming crowd could be viewed with ease from a position of power and privilege. At the back of the table sat the Master of ceremonies himself. He was in merry spirits that night, flanked on both sides by the most beautiful and comely of followers of both sexes.

The table before them was full of libations in various stages of being consumed. In front of the musical Chosen One, was a bottle of illicit green liquor, a dish of sugar, and a tall glass nearly full with ice water. He looked to his right, and listened with interest to a story his contemporary was relating as he uncorked the bottle and poured it into the icy water until the glass was full to the brim. The mixture of the liquor and the water swirled from light green to milky white.

"No room for the sugar, ah well!" he chuckled as he scooped up the glass and lifted it to his lips. Still listening to the story above the din in the club, he continued to drink in one swallow until the glass was emptied. As he slowly lowered the glass, his eyes met with the intent stare of a familiar platinum blonde with an equally fatal smile.

AJ set the glass down on the table, and after dipping his moistened index finger into the sugar bowl, he slipped the sugared digit into his mouth and began sucking on it slowly, teasingly. Spike saw this of course, and rolled his eyes with disdain.

"Oh spare me the posturing lovely locks," he grumbled as he moved closer to the table, and leaned forward on it, "Tell me, is your calendar booked full for this evening?"

AJ grinned, and fluttered his eyelashes at Spike, "It depends on what is in the offering. As you can see," he said leaning back to drape an arm around the shoulders of the two pets alongside of him; one a blonde female barely contained in her latex dress, the other a petulant Goth Prince shrouded in pale face, leather and black lipstick, "I got a full plate tonight."

Spike chuckled low and deep, and leaned closer yet, over the table so that he could whisper in AJ's ear, "I suppose it all depends on if you desire to have a plate or be _on_ one," he purred, and placed the fastest of nips on the side of AJ's neck through his long hair before slowly withdrawing to his former standing position.

AJ's expression remained the same, but Spike knew different. He could smell the sudden spike in AJ's body chemistry with that small bite. Sex was in the air. His scent spoke volumes to his vampire senses, and called to him like the seductivness of AJ's powerful blood.